#alice was frantic when she couldn’t find her mom and you didn’t care

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can elliot idk maybe shut the fuck up?? like yeah colton was like a father to you but he was kat’s actual father. kat literally saw and held him as he died. she has to live with the guilt of accidentally causing her father’s death. so you know what fuck you you whiny ass

#also like you can’t even comprehend the amount of guilt kat has #del would be ashamed of you if she knew #colton would also be ashamed of you #you don’t deserve to imagine what he would say to you #you’d prob imagine him taking your side and boosting you up #alice was frantic when she couldn’t find her mom and you didn’t care #i hate elliot so much #i’m starting an elliot hate club #the way home #the way home hallmark #twh #twh hallmark

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Chapter 2: Shared Experience

“Mom.”

Emma ran through the halls, slamming her fists against the glass, breaking each mirror in front of her as she searched frantically.

“Mom.”

Her heart was pounding, each space behind the mirror was a deep black void.

“Mom.”

Arms were grabbing her, pulling her into the void, dragging her deep into the blackness.

“Emma.” She jerked awake, her eyes squinting against the light shining through the window. “Bloody hell, what are you doing sitting in front of an open window? Where’s Henry?”

Emma jumped up from her chair. “Henry.” She said frantically, staring out the window toward Pixie Hollow. Her mouth went dry at the empty lot staring back at her. It was all gone. Everything. He was gone.

“I got your texts this morning, my damn phone must have died while I was working, but they didn’t make any sense.”

“Henry, we were at the park, I couldn’t find him.”

“What do you mean, you couldn’t find him? Where’s he at?”

She sunk down on the floor below the window, sobbing. “Gone.” She cried, wrapping her arms around her knees, and rocking softly back and forth as her head made contact with the wall behind her.

“Gone where? Emma you aren’t making a lot of sense here.”

“We were in one of those fun houses, you know the kind with the mirrors. Henry loves those.” She started rambling. “He was playing, he always thinks its funny when I can’t find him. But then he was gone. I couldn’t find him anywhere. I heard him call for me, but he vanished, Will.”

“Vanished. Well surely they had a lost and found, or…”

“No, they didn’t care, they acted like he fucking ran away.” She shouted. “The police told me to come back in 24 hours, but they’re gone, the whole thing is fucking gone.” She screamed, pointing toward the parking lot where the fair used to be.

“Get up, we’re going to talk to the cops. This is bloody ridiculous. Henry isn’t a runaway. No one could believe that for a second. This doesn’t make any sense.”

Will was pacing the floor in front of her before he turned and grabbed her by the hand, pulling her to her feet. “Come on, let’s go find our boy.” He said softly, guiding her to the car as he drove them to the police station.

When they arrived at the busy precinct, the man at the front desk barely acknowledged them, waving them off to wait in the seats by the door. After twenty minutes, Will was tired of waiting, pushing past the front desk and demanding to talk to anyone who would listen to him.

“I want to talk to whoever is in charge, my boy is missing and I’m not going to stop until someone bloody listens to me.”

“Please have a seat.”

“How about you have a seat, Mate.” He said, squaring up to the officer who approached him. Emma stood from her chair, rushing to his side to stop him from doing something stupid.

“Will…”

“Ma’am, I’m going to need you both to step back behind the desk.” The man warned.

“Look mister, my little boy is missing.” She held up the photo of Henry to his face, “He’s all alone, and if you don’t find someone who gives a damn about that, I’m going to stand outside this station, talking to every news outlet that will hear me, until someone pays attention to me.”

“Emma Swan.”

She spun around to see the officer she had spoken to last night and she tugged on Will’s arm to follow her in the direction of the man. “Henry’s still missing. You told me to wait 24 hours, and I know it hasn’t been that long, but the carnival is gone. And he didn’t run away.”

“Someone better tell me they are looking for Henry, or I’m marching out of here to meet with Channel 3 and tell them the Storybrooke police department doesn’t care about the safety of our young citizens.” Will barked and the officer gestured the two of them toward a corner office.

“Wait in here, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“If one more person tells me I need to wait…” Will threatened.

“Sir, I promise you, I will be right there. I just want to get my partner.” Officer Nolan stated calmly.

“Fine.” Will relented, stepping into the office as Emma followed him.

Will sat at the steel table while Emma paced the back wall. “I can’t believe this is happening.” She said anxiously. “He’s never been away from me for this long. He must be terrified.”

“I had a bad feeling about this.” Will mumbled. “I told you not to go without me last night.”

“Don’t you blame me for this. You’re the one who bailed on Henry’s birthday last night.” She yelled angrily.

“Emma, I had to work.”

“You abandoned us. And now Henry is gone.” She screamed, and Will shrank against the table, hanging his head into the palms of his hands. She knew she had gone too far. This wasn’t Will’s fault, but she had to blame someone, Henry was gone. But she knew blaming Will was wrong. This was her fault. “Will, I’m…”

The two men walked into the room, interrupting their discussion. “Miss Swan?” Officer Locksley asked as he entered.

“Yes, that’s me.” She replied anxiously.

“Have you heard from Henry since last night.”

“Would I be here if I knew where my son was?” She quipped sarcastically.

“Ma’am, we’re just trying to help.”

“Sod that, if you were trying to help you would have done so last night.” Will stated emphatically. “From where I’m sitting, it appears you’ve done bloody nothing at all.”

“You must be the boy’s father.”

“Not in the biblical sense, but yes.”

“I’m sorry?” Officer Nolan asked in a confused tone.

“The boy isn’t biologically mine, but in the ways that matter, he’s my kid.” Will said almost proudly and Emma felt a pang of guilt for attacking him earlier.

“Have you been in touch with the boy’s actual father? Perhaps he’s with him.”

Will laughed ominously. “You think he ran off with Neal? Bloody idiot of the year! Not fucking likely.”

“Sir, I can sense some tension regarding the boys father. Do you talk that way in front of the boy about his father?”

Will stood angrily. “Are you serious right now?”

“Perhaps the boy took offense, we’ve seen it happen, home life isn’t always the greatest, kids venture out to find out about the other parent that their live-in parent admonishes.”

“This is ridiculous.” Emma suddenly spoke, she was tired of hearing this crap. They apparently had no interest in helping them find Henry. They were wasting valuable time.

“Does he have contact with his father?”

“I can assure you; it would be a cold day in hell for Henry to be anywhere near Neal Cassidy. He wants nothing to do with Henry.”

“Do you know where we can find him? Perhaps you’d let us do our job and confirm he doesn’t have the boy.”

“I haven’t a clue where he’s at. Why don’t you take care of that, you’re the police. In fact, if you find him, let him know he owes me about five years of back child support.”

Emma grabbed Will by the arm and yanked him out of the station, she wasn’t going to waste a single second more on people that were doing nothing more than judging her. She needed to find Henry.

~*~

“Who’s that?” Henry asked his new friend, Alice. The short haired woman who brought them lunch always seemed nice, if not a bit anxious. Something seemed off about her, but he wasn’t sure what it was.

“That’s Tinkerbell.” Alice said and Henry burst into laughter.

“Like the fairy from Neverland?”

“Yes. She helps Pan. She’s the one who brought you here. But I’m sure you don’t remember any of that. They always make sure the kids don’t remember.”

“You’re serious about all of this. Tinkerbell, Peter Pan. I must be dreaming.”

“I wish you were. I wish we all were.” She said sadly.

“How long have you been here?”

“I lost count years ago.”

“Years?” He said wide eyed. “You’ve been here years?”

“Has to be four or five years now. But I’m not really sure. It’s hard to keep track of the days when you don’t see the light all the time.”

Henry couldn’t imagine not seeing his mom in the next day, much less years. Suddenly he felt the tears start to fall as he thought about the possibility of never seeing her again.

“Please don’t cry, Henry.” She wrapped her arm around his back, pulling him into her side.

“I miss my mom.” He cried softly.

“I know. I miss my papa, but I know one day I’ll see him again, just like I know one day you’ll see your mom again.”

“You really think so?” He sniffled, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt.

“All I have is hope, you can’t let go of that Henry. The moment you give up hope, Pan wins.”

He sighed, resigning himself to that fact that he was stuck here. But, he knew his mom would find him, he remembered the story his mother told him of when he was two years old and wandered off in the department store, his mother searched everywhere until she found him, crying in the middle of a clothes rack. If anyone could find him, it was his mom. She would never give up looking for him.

~*~

Emma sat in a darkened room, the only light coming from the screen of her laptop. She had spent the last few weeks researching the Pixie Hollow Amusement Park and the information she had found was creating even more of a mystery than she could have imagined. Since the inception of Pixie Hollow seven years ago, more than thirty children had gone missing during their stay in the towns they visited.

Based on the news articles, the children were usually from families of single parents, or children on field trips to the park. Most were chalked up to runaways, and the ones that were investigated were still open cases. A few showed that the parent was under investigation for the disappearance, but so far no one had been arrested in connection to any of the missing children.

Emma had collected names of various families she had found and was spending countless hours trying to track down the parents of the missing children. First she began calling the ones she was lucky enough to get information on, but she was always met by an angry voice on the other end of the line that told her to stay out of it and hung up on her.

Emma knew she needed to face these people, plead with them to talk to her about anything they knew. Maybe if they shared their stories, details would start to add up, it might give them a chance to solve the mystery if only she could get someone to listen to her.

The next morning, she woke up with a new determination, today she was going to get something, anything that she could to find her son. He had been missing for three weeks now, and Emma was going crazy.

The only thing the police had come up with was that they had located Neal Cassidy in Tallahassee Florida, but he had no interest in discussing Henry, nor did he seem to have any information on his whereabouts.

No shit Sherlock, she had basically relayed to the officers before hanging up on them.

She looked down at the paper in front of her. Three names were written from the night before. The family members who’s addresses she was able to find through a Google search. Parents with shared experience.

Ashley Boyd – Portland, Maine

Leroy Little – Portsmouth, New Hampshire

Killian Jones – Boston, Massachusetts

“Emma, you can’t just drive all over the coast grilling grieving parents about their missing kids.”

“Tell me something better I should be doing, William!” She yelled into the phone as she slammed the door of her yellow bug shut.

“All of this started because you went off on your own, nothing good will come of this.”

“Don’t you dare blame me for this.”

He sighed, “I’m not blaming you, Emma. I just…” He paused. “There’s nothing I’m going to say that’s going to stop you, is there?”

“No, I don’t need your advice Will, I just need you to support me until I find him.”

“Emma…I will always support you, no matter what you do. Just…” He sighed again and Emma could just see him now, running a hand through his hair. “Be careful and keep me updated today. Dammit, I wish you would have waited for me to come with you.”

“I’ll be fine, I’ll text you all day. I should be home tomorrow unless I find something.”

“Please be safe, we don’t know what’s going on here. Just…just be careful with how you approach these people.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

She hung up the phone and looked at her GPS, her first stop was nearby in the town of Portland. She set the GPS and began her drive to Ashley Boyd.

It was a long drive from her home, a few towns over and she reached the small white home of Ashley Boyd. She had read about her daughter Ella, disappearing from Pixie Hollow two years ago, the police determined that Ashley’s ex husband had taken the child and left the country. The man vehemently denied any involvement in the disappearance but refused to return to the United States for fear of being arrested.

Emma climbed the short stairs to the front door and knocked on the white wooden frame. She waited until she heard yelling on the other side of the door and a small child peered through a crack.

“Hewwo, who are you?”

Emma bent down to introduce herself when a woman appeared, yanking her child up from the ground and shielding her protectively.

“Chelsey, I told you never to talk to strangers.” She looked at Emma, “Who are you, what do you want?”

“Hi Ashley, my name’s Emma Swan.”

“How do you know my name?” She asked nervously.

“I wanted to talk to you about Ella.”

“Who sent you?” She responded anxiously. “Get out of here.”

“Wait, look my son, Henry…” She held up a photo of her son. “He went missing from Pixie Hollow a month ago.”

The girl’s face crumpled before she quickly returned the mask to her face. “I’m sorry for your loss, the sooner you get over it the better. He’s never coming back.”

The woman turned and slammed the door in her face. Emma sighed, writing her number on a piece of paper, and sticking it into the door before she returned to her car.

Emma looked at her GPS on her phone. It would take her an hour to get to Portsmouth. Her next stop on her trip. Her contact was the father, Leroy. His son Stewie had gone missing four years prior during a trip to the carnival. He had been under investigation for years until he was cleared six months ago.

The entire drive she thought about Ashely’s reaction to her. Seeing her with a young child, she could tell that the woman was overprotective, nervous around strangers, distrustful almost. She had given up hope of finding her daughter. Emma never wanted to get to the point that she gave up trying to find Henry. She couldn’t imagine the dark hole that would swallow her up if she allowed herself to get to that place.

She looked up at the tiny shack on the edge of the water that belonged to Leroy Little. It was run down, almost unsafe to live in. Definitely not the place you would ever have a child.

She walked across the uneven planks that lead to the front door, the porch creaked when she stepped foot on it. She heard a noise on the other side of the door.

“Don’t know who you are, lady, but I’ve got a shot gun pointed at you, so get out o’ here before I shoot.”

Emma froze, “My name is Emma Swan, I just want to talk to you about Pixie Hollow.” She put her hands in the air.

The door creaked to a crack. “You a cop?”

“No, I’m just a mom. My son went missing too.” She said pleading with him. “I just want to talk to you.”

He opened the door, the rifle in his hands. “Ain’t nothin to talk about, sister. The kid’s gone. You can stop looking, the more you look, the harder it’s gonna be for you in a few years.”

“You can’t really believe that.”

“Ain’t got no other choice, less I want to go back to jail.”

“Where do you think Stewie is?”

He looked to the ground, then back at her face. “Don’t matter what I think. Now get outta here, I got nothing to say to you.”

He slammed the door in her face, the second time in a few hours. Emma left her number, feeling disheartened and sat in her car and cried.

She was half tempted to just go home, but she needed to finish what she started out to do today. It would take her about an hour and a half to get to Boston, perhaps this Killian Jones would talk to her.

It was harder for her to get information on his case, his daughter was one of the ones who had been missing the longest. Alice Jones had disappeared five years ago. The information she had found only said that he was a single dad, he had taken his daughter to the carnival because of her love for fairytales. She had gone missing that night and Killian was the first person of interest on the case. He spent months in prison while they investigated the girl’s disappearance, only releasing him when they found no evidence that he had anything to do with his daughters’ case. The trail went cold after that. There had been no news at all about his daughter since.

When she got to the address, she looked up at the harbor, she must have typed the wrong information. There were no houses at this location, she was at a boat yard. She got out of her car and wandered to the pier, trying to figure out why her GPS took her here.

A man was standing at the end of the pier, tying a rope to a boat that was docked there. “Excuse me.” She flagged the man down and sped up her steps to get closer to him before he disappeared into the boat. “Sir, I just need to ask you a question.”

The man noticed her, and he tensed, standing still at the end of the pier. “How can I help you, lass?”

“I’m looking for an address, but I think I wrote it down wrong because there’s no house here.”

He laughed, “You are very perceptive, love.”

She handed the paper to him, and he scratched the back of his ear. “’Fraid you aren’t looking for a house, Ma’am. But you did find what you’re looking for.” He paused and stared her down, “Care to share why you were looking for this boat?”

“A boat? I don’t understand. I’m trying to find the man at this address, Killian Jones.”

His jaw tensed. “Is that so? And what business do you have with Mr. Jones.”

“I need to talk to him about his daughter, Alice.” Before she could react the man turned feral, reaching into his back pocket and with a flick of his wrist, brandishing a knife in one hand as he took a step forward and pressed it into her side, twisting her around until her back was to his chest.

“Who sent you? Was it Mills? Just who the bloody hell are you?”

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Sunrise - Firsts Aren’t Bad After All

Preface | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter [Coming Soon] 

Word Count:  3496

[Ao3] Summary: Renesmee Carlie Cullen- or rather Renesmee Carlie Masen, if her classmates asked-is special. From the moments before she was born, the people who mattered most to her knew she would be unique. When she was only a few months old, she learned exactly how unique she was after a debate that decided her fate as a half vampire, half human hybrid. 

As time moved forward, and as her family stayed frozen in time, they moved on from the comfort of their home in Forks, Washington. 

For Renesmee’s first time in high school, her parents agreed to let her venture on her own. She handles the experience with grace, as she does most anything. She wants to make sure she stays off the human radar, at the request of her somewhat overprotective father, which means accepting that she’d never get to socialize with her peers. Until the first day of her first sophomore year where she meets her history class partner; Ivy Woods. 

For the rest of their first high school life, Renesmee and Ivy become friends. In this story of growing up, taking chances, friendship, and overcoming expectations-read about Renesmee Masen learning to find a balanced life with the help of her anchor, Ivy. 

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DISCLAIMER: 

VINES IS NOT A REAL TOWN IN MONTANA. 

RENESMEE AND JACOB ARE STILL IMPRINTED. They are not a ship and will not be treated as such. 

POV SHIFT IS A TOOL USED TO TELL THIS STORY. 

Chapter Warning[s]: Accidental misgendering

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Mountain View High was the only high school in the invisible town of Vines, Montana. There were around 800 students. There were multiple buildings on the campus, all decorated with the same bland, off-white, chipped paint that had probably been there for twenty years. Maybe longer. The roofs were a dark green, and slanted so as to slide off any snow that may come. The front of the school had a large lawn that was starting to look overgrown on the edges of the cement walkways. 

Even though it was my first day, I had memorized every detail of the layout of the school map online. I trained for my first day of high school for what felt like months beforehand. I had taken a long time to make my decision, which meant that once it was made I needed to be prepared for everything. I had packed my backpack with care. I memorized my family's cover story, and made up details of my own in case anyone asked. I was stocked full of school supplies. I was ready. 

Still, I eyed the large building warily. The pit in my stomach grew even more than it had over the past month, when I had first decided to go to high school. I tried to remain inconspicuous with my thoughts-something I was finding to be easier as I grew up-so my father wouldn't ask me if I was sure for the 100th time. 

My family had been…divided, to put it nicely, when I decided to go to high school. This was the first town we moved to since we lived in Forks. I had a few years of being fully “matured” under my belt, and saw an opportunity to relate to my more human side than before. 

It wasn't that I wanted to go that was the issue. It was the fact that I wanted to go alone, without my parents or my Jacob, that caused an uproar. Naturally my father-my overprotective father-was the one most opposed to the idea. He felt that it was not a good plan, and that I wasn't ready. He felt like I'd be unable to blend in since I wasn't as experienced with the practice of being human like the rest of my family. Who weren’t even human in the first place.

Luckily Jacob stood up for me by pointing out I'd never get experience if I didn't practice. Him and my mother seemed to be the only ones who felt like I could do this. Well, Jacob felt like I could do anything. 

I must not have been masking my thoughts well, especially since there were so many, because my dad put his cool hand on my shoulder. 

"Renesmee," he said, using my full name to show how serious he was, "You don't have to prove anything to us. You can back out if you want." 

I frowned, feeling offended that he'd suggest that I was second-guessing it. Just because I was nervous didn't mean I was anywhere close to changing my mind. 

He smiled crookedly, reminding me of my own smile. Still, there was a tightness of fatherly concern behind his eyes. 

"Can't blame me for trying, Ness." He moved his hand to press against my cheek just like he had since I was born. I felt a surge of calm spread through me from the comforting contact. 

I'll miss you too, dad, but it's only for a few hours, then Jacob will pick me up. 

He nodded, then reached over me to get the door. I rolled my eyes at that. I was perfectly capable of getting the door by myself. I unstrapped my seat belt, grabbed the top strap of my purple backpack, gave my dad a kiss on the cheek, then got out of the car. 

I was lucky that the weather was cloudy. I didn't want to worry about powdering my skin for the first day. While I didn't sparkle as obviously as my family, I did shimmer enough to look like I spilled glitter on myself. It didn't help that I lacked the special foresight of my aunt Alice to help me out with predicting the forecast. 

Our family had grown too large to keep a believable cover story. So we moved in succession. First, my aunt Alice and uncle Jasper moved to scope out the town. Then my grandparents Carlisle and Esme found us a larger house outside of town-big enough for my parents, Jacob, and me to move in with them. Mom and Dad were going to go to college with Jacob. My other aunt and uncle, Rosalie and Emmett, decided to get married again and go to college with my parents while staying in their own cabin. So we were still close by, but it wasn't the same. 

Even though I had the layout of the school memorized, I still double checked the building numbers for my first class. I had chemistry in the "50" building. It was near the back of the campus. I made my way forward on the cemented pathway past the front administration building. 

There were a few students that I passed by who were gathered in groups of two or three. I was still a bit early which meant that most of the students hadn’t arrived. I tried to keep my excitement under control. I was here! I was at a school with teenagers and groups and clubs and people. People whose only worries were homework, romance, puberty, and worrying about the future. 

I made it to the classroom. The door was open, and I heard pages rustling and two people breathing. There was the familiar smell of blood, and it was easy to ignore the desire for it. I spent a few years being content with human food. I even had found things I enjoyed to eat. I really liked spicy things in particular.

I paused before the doorway. This was the real beginning. Once I stepped forward into the unknown, I’d be truly part human. I gulped. Was I really ready? Suddenly my dad’s offer to back out was more appealing. A part of me wouldn’t put it past him to hide on the edges of campus, watching me through other people’s thoughts in case he couldn’t hear my own. Just like he did with my mom when she was human.

I shuddered at that idea. With the thought of him keeping tabs on me, I steeled myself up, ready to prove him wrong. This was a wonderful trait I gained from my mother-I was stubborn once I set my mind to something. I needed to quell all doubts anyone had about me. 

I stepped through the threshold of the room. 

The room had large black tables that looked like they may have been nailed to the floor. There were stools instead of chairs-ugly metal things that were a mauve color giving way to silver and gray underneath. The walls were covered in faded chemistry related posters that must have once been fun and bright colored-in the 90s. It looked so bland and dreary. 

I loved it. 

The rustling of papers was coming from a girl with blue hair sitting in the back of the class near the window. 

The teacher, Ms. Warren was sitting behind the desk in the front right corner of the room. She was an older woman with gray hair pulled back into a bun; with loose curls falling out and framing her rosy face. She was probably in her mid-60s. She wore her glasses with a chain clipped on them, probably to prevent them from falling. Her clothes were beautiful. She was wearing a bright yellow blouse with a lab coat on top. 

Ms. Warren looked up at me with a smile. “Come in, take any seat you like.” 

I looked at the desks. The rustling of papers was coming from a girl with blue hair sitting in the back of the class near the window. She seemed like she wanted to be alone. She was wearing purple earbuds and nodding her teal head to the song. The melody was faint to me, all I could make out was the drumbeat. 

I decided to sit in the middle of the room. The 3rd column from the door in the 3rd row from the front. I made a mental note of the seating, though it was unnecessary. My memory wasn’t as perfect as my other family members, but it was good enough. I wanted to be in as inconspicuous a spot as possible. Mostly to ease the anxiety of my dad. 

I pulled out my purple 2.5 inch binder. I had enough dividers for each period on my schedule, as well as a notebook designated to match each divider color in the binder. I pulled out the green spiral notebook I decided on for the class as well-just in case we need that, too. I felt pleased with my color coordination. Obviously I was prepared. 

I shuffled through the smaller pocket to look for my pen case. My mood started to fall. I grew more frantic when I couldn’t find it. I checked my other pockets, to no avail. I tried to steady my breathing. This wasn’t good. My first day of school and I forgot my writing utensils. Who does that? 

I rubbed my face. I tried not to think about it. I refused to let the panic overwhelm me. 

I considered my options as more students filed in closer to the start time. I looked up when someone sat next to me. 

“Hey,” he muttered passively in a deep voice as he plopped his orange bag on our shared table. 

I smiled nervously. I wanted to make a good first impression, but the anxiety from not having my pen case was throwing me off. I observed my table partner. He was scrolling on his phone. I looked away, trying not to snoop on the screen that I was able to see extra clearly with my special eyesight. So I watched him from the side of my vision out of curiosity. 

He had long blond hair down to his mid-back. He wore a red hoodie and blue jeans. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He was large. Not like Jacob, who was a behemoth among almost everyone he met, but more round like a bear. He had some acne on his round face, mostly on his temples where his black-framed glasses were set. I saw the edge of a pin on his jacket by his left shoulder, but I couldn’t get a full look from where I was sitting.

He smelled like soap-one of the kinds that have a heavy scent that reminds you of golf. There was also a hint of maple syrup, possibly from his breakfast. His blood smelled a little less sweet to me than other people’s, but I didn’t mind. His blood was more smoky to me, like a barbecue or smoked meat. It was probably for the best that someone sitting so close didn’t smell as appetizing, but also not unpleasant. 

The bell rang, and Ms. Warren stood up from her desk. The boy next to me put his phone in his pocket. I took a deep breath. There were a lot of people in here, and the combination of smells was pretty intense to me. Nowhere near where I’d turn feral like on a hunt, though. That thought made me grin internally. I was right after all. I could do this, even if I was missing my pen case. 

Ms. Warren spoke then. “Good morning, class.” Her voice was strong, and she had a stiff accent that I couldn’t quite place. Perhaps a hint of Russian? “Welcome to Chemistry. Today I thought we’d start off with getting to know each other.” She was looking at everyone as she spoke. Her head kept turning slowly back and forth to look at us. “Before we begin with that, though, I’m going to pass out the syllabus.” 

She walked down the aisle. The packets were a light orange. She spoke uninterrupted as she passed through the desks. 

“The first sheet is a list of class rules, materials required, and an overview of what this semester will entail. The second page is a list of class materials we still need in case you have parents or guardians willing to donate, and a place at the bottom for your name, signature, and the signature and name of your parent. You will cut this part off and bring it back to me by the end of the week. Yes, this is your first assignment. It is worth five points.” 

I took the packets that she handed me, and passed it to my partner. When he turned to me, I saw the pin. There was a yellow, white, purple, then black stripe with the words ‘They/Them’ printed in the middle in white text. I looked away, scrunching my eyebrows in confusion. What an odd pin to wear. I pondered briefly on what it could mean before the teacher called our attention back to the front of the class. 

“Alright, first things first. I want you to turn to your partner and introduce yourself. Talk to each other about yourself, like little facts or interests. After ten minutes I’ll have you stand up and say your partner’s name, and three things you learned about them.” 

Them. Oh, oh that’s what the pin meant! They were pronouns. Possibly the singular they? Maybe what he referred to himself? No, what they referred to themself as. I immediately held onto that information extra tight so I wouldn’t slip up in conversation. 

I turned to my partner, smiling a bit wider than was polite. I offered my hand. “Hello, my name is Renesmee, but you can call me Nessie.” 

They shook my hand after a beat. “My name is legally Xavier, but I really  prefer people call me Wren.” 

“Wren, it’s nice to meet you. What can you tell me about yourself?” I asked politely. I wanted them to go first, to get a taste of what information I was expected to give. 

They shrugged. “Well, you probably figured out I’m non-binary,” they pointed to the pin on their jacket. “I’m sixteen, a junior. I’m repeating Chemistry for just one semester because I failed last year. I like pokemon, minecraft, and almost all types of music.” 

They shrugged again. It seemed like they were brushing off what they were saying, as if it didn’t matter. I didn’t know how to react to that idea, so I ignored it. 

“Well, I guess I’ll tell you about myself.” I giggled, a bit of a nervous edge in my voice. I didn’t know what to say. It seemed like we were supposed to say superficial things. That would be easy, I’d be as close to honest as possible. 

“I’m fifteen,” I lied, I was actually four. I was still aging, but it had slowed to a much less noticeable (to the human eye) pace. I didn’t exactly look fifteen. I probably could have passed for a senior, but I wanted the full school experience-as much as I could get.

I continued without a pause.  “I love the color purple. I read a lot. I don’t really have a normal family-” 

Wren laughed, a deep sound that was pleasant to listen to. “None of us do, Nessie.” 

“I suppose you’re right,” I agreed with a laugh. Then I continued, “I was homeschooled my whole life. This is my first time really experiencing public school. I love music too, and I play piano and violin.” 

“A music prodigy?” they asked with a lifted brow. 

I shrugged, “Probably. I wouldn’t know, I’ve never played for anyone but my family and a few guests now and then.” 

Wren nodded. “I see…” they trailed off. It seemed like neither of us were the talkative type. I decided to fill the gap best that I could. 

“Well, I also like to play sports every now and then. I live right outside of town. We have a field down the way by our house and my family plays all sorts of things together.” I looked at the wall behind them, feeling wistful for my old home in Forks. That field was much larger. 

“Ugh,” Wren scoffed, “I hate sports.” 

I blushed and looked down. I wasn’t expecting that type of reaction. 

Wren must have noticed, cause their voice was panicked as they waved their hands. “No, no, it’s cool that you like them. I just was never really into them.” 

I smiled softly, glad that they weren’t trying to be mean. “I understand. I guess it’s not for everyone.” 

They relaxed their posture. It seemed that they were nervous about the day like I was. 

“Hey, uh, do you happen to have a pen or pencil that I could borrow? I left my pen case at home apparently.” I flushed with embarrassment. 

“Sure, just give it back at the end of class, though I doubt we’ll need one today.” They shuffled through their bag and brought out a simple mechanical pencil. It was black with a purple piece on the end that clicked down for the lead. 

“Thanks.” I beamed. It looked like my favorite color was alongside me today. I tapped out a mindless rhythm on the notebook while they shrugged an answer at me. 

We talked a little bit more, mostly offering remarks about the morning in between the awkward silences before Ms. Warren called attention back to her. The class took a few seconds to quiet down. I still tapped the pencil, but tried to make it not as loud. I kinda zoned out a little bit to figure out what I’d do for the rest of the day without my pen case. I knew what was being said, but it was still in the background for me. 

Wrenn stood up when it was our turn. “This is Renesmee, though she prefers to be called Nessie. She likes the color purple, is probably a music prodigy, and forgot her pen case at home.” 

I opened my mouth in embarrassed shock. Why did they say that? What made them think it was okay to out me like that? They sat down and winked at me, and I understood after a beat that they were just messing around. Probably because they didn’t want to mention what I said about my family and they didn’t like sports? 

I was still embarrassed, but less so after half a second. I stood up with the pencil still in my hand. I looked around me. Most of the students were looking at me except for the blue-haired girl in the back who was here first. She was looking at something on her lap, which was probably her phone because I still heard the faint music through the other noises in the room. 

I chose to look at the front of the class, right above the teacher’s shoulder. “This is Wren. They’re non-binary, they like pokemon and minecraft, and they loaned me their pencil for this period.” 

I sat back down quickly while a few kids chuckled. Ms. Warren smiled at me. “Well, Nessie, it’s good you found someone who‘s willing to share.” 

She moved on to the rest of the class. I turned on my stool to look back at the girl who had been listening to music when it was her turn. Her partner-a thin girl with long double french braids-seemed nervous when she stood up. 

“Um, this is Ivy.” The girl’s high voice was shaky. “And that’s all I really know, sorry.” She sat back down quickly. 

Ivy looked up, barely paying attention. She took out the lavender earbud even though it was still playing music. I was starting to believe I was the only one who noticed. 

She didn’t stand up to introduce her partner. “This is Alena. She’s a sophomore, in Chemistry, and likes to talk when she’s nervous.” 

The class was filled with awkward quiet. Ms. Warren didn’t seem surprised at her answer. “Well, Ivy. I hope you learn a bit more about each other as we continue through the year.” 

I turned back to look at the teacher who started to write on the board. “Oh, and Ivy dear,” she looked over her shoulder with a disapproving look, “If I see you listening to music in my class again, I’ll confiscate your phone.” 

Scattered snickers rang through the classroom. I looked behind me to see Ivy rolling her eyes. She baffled me with her disregard for the world around her. Were there other people like her? Why wouldn’t she just follow the rules like everyone else here? 

I turned to pay attention to the teacher. For the first class of the day, it wasn’t so bad. I hoped the rest of the day would go just as smoothly.

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[A/N]

So this took a while lol. Let me know what you think. I'm kinda obsessed with this one at the moment. Be warned my characterization of Renesmee is based off of my own headcanons and a mesh of her personality as a kid.

I'm walking the very thin line of close-canon and fix-it. There's probably going to be some slip up in characterization or maybe the characters make way-too-in-character decisions. What I'm trying to say is that there will probably be decisions made that are up for interpretation on whether they are good or bad.

This is also very much unreliable narrator, just like the books. So bear with me. I hope you enjoy. And comment if you want more

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Lizzie Swan - Chapter 1

Word Count - 1.8k

A/N: thanks for being so patient! Paul isn’t in this chapter (he probably won’t be in the next one either). Also I didn’t proof read this so be warned!

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Bella, happy birthday to you,” Dad and I sang to Bella. I had woken up early this morning to make her pancakes for breakfast. Dad had insisted on the candles and the song, even though I tried to convince him that she would hate it.

“Guys,” Bella sighed. “I told you I didn’t want you to make a big deal out of my birthday.”

“Bella, you’re 18!” Dad replied to her dismayed attitude. “How can we not make a big deal out of it?”

“Ugh…” she groaned and pulled her covers up over her head.

“I tried to stop him,” I laughed, trying to pull the covers back.

“Not hard enough, apparently,” she playfully glared at me.

“Whatever, Bells,” I replied. “Just eat the damn pancakes I woke up 30 minutes early to make for you. You know how much I hate waking up early.”

“....thank you Lizzie,” she finally agreed to come out from under her blanket sanctuary to eat the pancakes I had made.

“You’re welcome!” I grinned at her. “Okay I’m gonna go get ready for school now!”

I left our dad to stumble his way awkwardly through giving Bella the presents that him and Renee had gotten her. Despite her living with us for nine months now, he was still just as awkward when he was forced to show that he cared.

We had definitely grown closer since Bella had moved to Forks to live with us. I wasn’t sure I had wanted her to move in at first, but having a full time sister had actually been really great. For the first 12 years of my life, Bella would come to Forks for one month during the summer. While I had enjoyed those visits for the most part, you could always tell that Bella hated it here. She’s always been easy to read and the disdain on her face when she would arrive in Forks was always apparent.

But starting in 2002, all of Bella’s complaining lead to our dad and her spending two weeks vacationing in California together instead. I had been invited, but I’d chosen not to go. Not because I didn’t want to, but because my mother was sick back in Forks.

When I was nine years old, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. She’d had to get a mastectomy, but even that combined with the chemotherapy hadn’t been enough to save her. Things turned for the worst in 2004 and mom was tired after fighting so hard for five years. She passed away that year and not even eight months later, Bella had moved to Forks full time.

And though the changes had been tough, going to therapy had really helped. My dad had forced me to go and though it had helped, you don’t easily get over the death of a parent and the sad moments really do still hit me to this day.

But having Bella around more often really allowed us to get closer and I truly do love her. She was difficult to be around sometimes though. And she spent literally all her time with her boyfriend, Edward Cullen. Edward was nice enough, a little distant though.

“Lizzie?” I was interrupted from my thoughts when I heard Bella call my name from downstairs. “Are you ready? I’m leaving now and unless you want Charlie to drive you to school in the cruiser I suggest you move it along.”

“Just a second!” I called downstairs, now rushing to finish getting ready. Nothing was more embarrassing than driving around in dad’s police cruiser. I grabbed my sweatshirt and pulled it over my head before grabbing my backpack and rushing down the stairs and out the door.

The ride to school was quiet, but pleasant. I didn’t want to bother Bella with any more birthday talk and I had to review my notes for AP Chemistry in case of a pop quiz. It was only the second week of school and that class was already kicking my ass.

After parking her monstrous truck in the school parking lot, we were almost immediately bombarded by Alice Cullen.

“Happy birthday, Bella!” she exclaimed eagerly and I rolled my eyes at Bella when she shushed her. I found it amusing when Alice just ignored her and continued her assault. “Do you want to open your present now or later?”

“No presents,” Bella mumbled in response.

“Okay so later then!” Alice kept talking, not thrown off by Bella’s mood at all. “Did you like the scrapbook your mom sent you? And the camera from Charlie and Lizzie?”

Damn, how did she know about that already? Bella must’ve texted her about it I guess.

I looked down at my notes again as Edward approached us and greeted Bella.

“Lizzie,” Edward greeted me politely. “How are you?”

“Fine,” I answered, glancing up at him for a second. “You?”

“Fine,” he repeated my short, but pleasant answer. “Studying for Mrs. Cooper’s class?”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “There might be a pop quiz today and I just want to be prepared.”

“Always good to be prepared,” he nodded in agreement. “But between you and I, I overheard her talking about having the pop quiz on Thursday.”

“Really?” I asked. “Are you sure?”

“Positive,” he nodded at me.

“Oh thank god!” I exclaimed. “I was not prepared for that quiz.”

“So what time are you two coming over tonight?” Alice interrupted us.

“I didn’t know I was coming over tonight,” Bella replied, definitely as confused as I was.

“Oh come on, Bella!” she complained. “We’ve been planning this party for forever!”

“I didn’t even know about it!” Bella exclaimed.

“Well now you do! Lizzie, can you come?” Alice turned her attention to me.

“I can’t,” I sighed, genuinely bummed out. “I have to work tonight. Plus I have to study for that pop quiz on Thursday.”

I worked as a waitress at The Lodge, one of the only formal sit down restaurants in Forks. I made pretty decent money and I was saving up to buy a car for when I turned 16 next year.

“I should get to class,” I interrupted Alice before she could make any excuses for me not to go to work. I really needed the money. “Thank you for the invite though.”

I quickly made my way to my first period class. Even though I was only a sophomore, school was tough. Between all my classes, my job at The Lodge, and my soccer schedule starting up soon I was really stretch out thin. But luckily my best friend, Jenny, was in practically all of my classes.

The day went by fairly quickly. Edward was right, there wasn’t a pop quiz in AP Chem, but there was one in Spanish. We were playing badminton in gym and my team had gone undefeated all class. Soccer tryouts were this afternoon; Jenny and I were really hoping to make the varsity team, but the odds weren’t in our favor because we were only sophomores. And work was pretty busy for a Tuesday night, which was good for me because the busier it is, the more tips I make. Luckily Jenny had already turned 16 and she had her license so she could drive me from soccer to the restaurant.

I got home late and was heating myself up some dinner when Bella walked through the front door of the house, sporting a new bandage on her arm.

“What’d you do this time?” I teasingly asked her.

“I tripped,” she muttered before making her way through the living room and up the stairs, greeting Charlie on the way.

“She’s gotta be more careful,” I told Dad as I brought my plate into the living room to watch the rest of the game with him. He just grunted in response, too engrossed in the game to continue the conversation.

The next few days were weird. Edward wasn’t around as much and Alice no longer greeted us in the parking lot at school in the mornings. I didn’t mention anything to Bella, not wanting to upset her.

I had made the varsity soccer team, but Jenny hadn’t. She was happy for me, but she was still upset and I couldn’t blame her for that. Edward had been right and on Thursday I had a pop quiz in AP Chem. I wanted to thank him for the heads up, but he wasn’t even at school that day and when I asked Bella where he was, she said she didn’t know. Which was weird because Bella always knows where Edward is.

I got home from work on Friday and was immediately bombarded by my dad.

“Have you seen Bella at all?” he asked me frantically.

“Not since this morning when we drove to school,” I answered cautiously. “I had soccer practice after school and Jenny drove me to work after.”

“She hasn’t been home in hours and she’s not answering her phone,” he was definitely panicking now. I was starting to get worried too. It was almost 10:30pm and it was a long time for her to be out without contacting us. “She left a note that she was going for a walk with Edward in the woods.”

“Have you tried calling the Cullens?” I suggested.

“No answer,” he sighed. “I’m calling the guys and putting together a search party.”

In less than an hour, there were police officers and Dad’s friends from the reservation in our backyard. Even Jacob and Billy Black were here. It had been awhile since I’d seen them, but this wasn’t the way I wanted to reunite with them.

People were searching for hours and I was really getting worried. Where the hell was she? It was approaching 3 in the morning now.

“What if we don’t find her?” I teared up as I talked to Jacob.

“We’ll find her,” he reassured me, pulling me into a hug.

It was at that moment that I saw Sam Uley, one of the older guys from the reservation come out of the woods. He was shirtless and was carrying Bella in his arms. She looked like she was passed out in his arms.

“Oh my god!” I exclaimed, running across the yard with my dad right on my heels. “Is she okay?”

“She’s fine,” Sam reassured me. “Just a little shaken up.”

My dad insisted on carrying her the rest of the way to the house, despite his back having been bothering him lately.

“Thank you,” I told Sam sincerely before hugging him. Wow, he was really warm considering the cool weather right now. “Thank you for finding her.”

“No problem,” he replied gruffly before turning to go talk to Billy. I ran to catch up with my dad and helped him by opening the front door for him so he could carry Bella inside.

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Incalescent- Chapter Five

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Fem!OC

Summary: Em just wants to be loved and have a family for once in her life. But nothing has ever gone right in her life before so why should it now?

Word Count: 8k

Warnings: so there’s more kissing, people get their feelings hurt, confrontation, slight violence, new vampire abilities ;)

A/N: Listen, I don’t think I’m a good writer so this could be terrible! Let me know what you guys think of it!

My mind was made up, I had to tell the wolves tonight or it would be too late. It was Friday and the school day was coming to an end. I had waited a couple days, way longer than I should’ve waited, to tell them. They probably needed more than a day's notice to prepare. I thought I had made up my mind the second I heard that Victoria was coming to town but I was hesitant to see Paul, or any of them because my father might find out.  

What made me realize I had to finally tell them was the text I got from Paul during lunchtime, practically begging me to tell him what he did to make me ignore him for a couple days. He was rightfully confused, everything had been going great before my father called. Paul and I felt like we were easing into something comfortable. Then I suddenly started ignoring him and telling him not to come over.

He had sent several texts over the last few days. All of them are harder to read than the last. I wanted to reply and tell him to come over but if my dad found out I didn’t know what he would do. I didn’t know who his friend was or if they were dangerous and I couldn’t risk Paul’s life. 

Em, please let me see you today. It’s been a couple days and I’m worried about you. Please tell me if I did anything wrong, I’ll fix it!

I thought we were going really well, we can slow down if that’s what you need.

Em, please talk to me. 

I was almost crying in the middle of class as I tapped my pencil impatiently on my notebook. Edward and Bella sat in front of me and I stopped tapping my pencil when I realized it was bothering them, though neither said anything. Bella kept turning around slightly to look at me, I’m sure she saw the tears ready to spill over. She didn’t say anything but gave me one of those ‘I’m sorry but I don’t know what to do’ smiles. It comforted me in a way, enough to dry up the tears and get through class.

Thankfully I had made no friends at this school, so I had no one to loiter around the parking lot with, once school let out. I was free to jump into my car and speed off. Going home was my first thought but if I drove out to Emily’s house on the reservation then I wouldn’t risk anyone running into my on the way there or back. 

It felt wrong to be doing things like this, sneakily trying to avoid the people that seemed to care about me, as much as possible. In my mind there was no other way, this was me protecting them from whatever my father had planned if I didn’t stop seeing them. Tears welled up in my eyes again as I thought about anything happening to them. They had become my friends, some of them had felt like they were becoming actual family. My gut always told me not to let it get that far because I knew it wouldn’t turn out well and I had been right.

As the tears spilled down my face the sky began to pour. There was no thunder or lightning, only rain and gloom. My mood matched the weather, which was always the case. Looking at the wet road as I drove I began to realize this is how I always felt. I felt like a dark grey, cloudy sky that was always ready to burst from how achingly hopeless I felt.

Spending time with Emily, Leah and the rest of the pack made me feel like the clouds had started to move on and make room for the sun to come out. For as long as I can remember I always associated everything in my life to the weather. When I was little, long before my dad let me leave the house and go to school, I would draw bright, colorful pictures of the sun. Some stupid part of me had always held onto the hope that one day I would see the sun, a metaphor I guess, for the happiness and warmth I always craved from my father.

Even with my dad out of town there was always some doubt in the back of my mind that told me even though I felt like the sun was finally about to shine through, that I shouldn’t believe it. He would never let me be happy on my own and I just needed to suck it up and get used to that.

Emily’s house was coming into view and I could hear the low murmur of voices from inside. The amount of voice I could make out made me realize that the whole pack must be here. I could faintly smell something sweet as I opened my car door. Emily must have baked something, which would be the reason everyone showed up. She was a talented baker, no one could resist.

Paul was on the porch before I could even take two steps. He looked like he had been through hell. His face wasn’t clean shaven and his clothes looked like they hadn’t been changed since I saw him last. His eyes brightened as he looked at me but he stayed back, not knowing what to do.

“It’s good to see you,” he whispered softly as I got closer. He seemed to be unable to stop himself as he came down the stairs and grabbed me. One of his hands went to my face, his thumb rubbing across my jawline. His other hand pushed my hair back, away from my face. His eyes searched my face frantically for some sign of what was going on.

“I only came here because I have information that the pack needs,” my words hit him hard. He let go of me like touching me was hurting him. He stepped back and whispered ‘only’ to himself, repeating the words I had used to make it clear that I wasn’t here for anything else.

“It’s your father, isn’t it?” He asked after he had taken a moment to think. “He’s back isn’t he? That’s where the car came from? You know you don’t have to listen to him, you don’t have to follow his lead.”

“He’s not back,” I croaked out, trying not to cry. This was the last thing I wanted and the reason I waited so long to come here. I cleared my throat, swallowing back the tears. I didn’t dare look at Paul right now so I just walked past him and up the stairs. 

When I walked in it had been clear they were listening to our exchange. Everyone was silent, Embry and Quil quickly turned around as I looked around the room and took bites of the muffins they were eating. Jacob was sitting on the couch, his gaze unwavering as he looked at me with anger in his eyes. Sam was standing behind the kitchen counter with Emily, both of them looking upset.

“Sam, I have some information about Victoria,” he looked taken aback by what I said. He rounded the counter quickly to come and stand in front of me. 

“What is it?” he asked, his arms crossed in front of his chest. I heard Paul walk into the house behind me. His breathing was erratic like he had been crying or running a marathon.

“I overheard Alice Cullen telling Edward and Bella that she was coming back this weekend. They’re sending Bella away to her mom’s in Florida just in case, so I’m assuming whatever Alice saw was bad,” I explained, now I had everyone’s attention. Even Jacob who looked like he wanted to choke me to death when I walked in was now standing and listening carefully.

“Did she mention where Victoria would be?” Leah asked, pulling my attention toward her. I hadn’t noticed her earlier, sitting on the stairs behind the couch. She was peeking through the railing, watching me.

“No but I’m sure it won’t be hard to find out. Wherever we pick up the Cullen’s scent is where she’ll be,” before I could finish, Paul was pulling me back. He looked angry now, no more hurt on his face.

“We?” he asked, his voice sounding sharp in my ears. He had been crying by the red, puffy circles around his eyes. “You will be nowhere near where Victoria is, you could get hurt.”

“You’ll need all the help you can get. She’s dangerous and her special ability is evading capture,” I reasoned but the look in his eyes didn’t waver. There would be no changing his mind on this. The intensity of the look made me recoil, my senses telling me I should be afraid. My father had always given me this look whenever I made him mad or when he didn’t want me to do something. 

“Em, I’m telling you no,” his face got closer to mine. Using all my strength I shoved him away from me with the arm he wasn’t holding. Paul was expecting it so he didn’t stumble too far but he did let go of me and that’s what I wanted. With everyone looking at me I began to feel even more defensive. I felt like I was backed into a corner and being bossed around like a little kid.

“No one’s going to tell me what to do. I’m going to help you whether you like it or not. Once we capture and kill her I will leave all of you alone, forever. I’m just sorry that I didn’t leave you alone to begin with,” I was barely able to get out the last part but I needed them to know I wasn’t going to be around anymore. Paul looked hurt at what I said. He opened his mouth a few times to try and say something to me but he couldn’t get anything out. He looked utterly lost and defeated, his eyes were filling up with tears again. 

Emily was making her way to me from the kitchen but I didn’t want to hear anything anyone said. I muttered ‘see you tomorrow night’ and ran back to my car. Paul followed behind me slowly, watching my every move. As I was pulling out of the driveway I saw the tears start to fall down his cheeks and Emily came out and wrapped an arm around him comfortingly. 

My heart felt heavy in my chest as I drove home down the slippery roads. Rain pelted my car unforgivingly, the drops somehow fatter than the tears that spilled down my face as I thought about Paul and how much I was hurting him. This is what I get for going against my father's orders in the first place, I should’ve kept to myself like he said to. 

My mind was racing the whole night. I laid in bed covering and uncovering, laying on my side and turning over to lay on the other. The tears were gone but my whole body ached. Nothing was comfortable. Anxiety filled my body with an electric current, pangs of pain hitting all over, taking my breath away.

I couldn’t tell what this was more from, Paul or the thought of Victoria being anywhere near me and the pack. She was dangerous and I didn’t want any of them to get hurt or worse. Images of her and her fiery red hair flashed in my mind. The dream I had had where she killed Paul creeping back in, making me sweat and want to scream. I muffled them with a pillow as I tried to force myself to sleep. I needed the rest so that I could be useful tomorrow night when she showed up.

They were already phased when I showed up in the woods after sunset. It had rained the whole day leaving a damp scent in the air. The ground was slick with mud, the boots on my feet sinking into the mud with each step. The trees dripped all around me, my senses were on high alert so I could hear every drop as it hit the ground. 

The forest felt empty

The wolves acknowledged me as I approached them. A couple of them looked mad, a couple looked like they didn’t even want to know I was there and then there was Paul. He may have been in wolf form but his eyes said more than words ever could. My heart ached as I looked at him knowing I was hurting him the same way his mother had. I was evil and a monster. I deserved to hurt this much since I was hurting him so badly. 

As I looked into his eyes I started to think about what Emily had told me earlier in the day. She had shown up to my house unannounced with a basket of breakfast ingredients. She didn’t take no for an answer, no one around here seemed to. She cooked my breakfast while giving me a lecture, though she said it wasn’t one.

“This is how Paul’s mom left them you know,” she told me. Her back was turned to me but I could feel the disapproval that was all over her face. She tried to keep her tone light and airy but it was laced with hurt and anger. She was chopping up some onions, the knife hitting the counter harsher than it should have. Each chop with the knife was another sign that was angry. Before I could respond she was speaking again.

“You didn’t even give him a chance. Paul is a really good guy who seriously cares about you and you’re going to throw it all away with no explanation?” she ranted. She was now throwing the onions into a hot pan, the sizzling sound that filled the kitchen seemed to calm her a bit. She moved onto whisking up some eggs, her rhythm almost faster than what I could do with my enhanced speed.

“Look, I know you haven’t known any of us for long but that shouldn’t make you run away when things are going good. I also know that you’ve never experienced what a real family is but we were willing to show you. You’ve not only hurt Paul’s feelings but you’ve hurt mine and Leah’s,” she chastised not looking at me. She had quickly poured the eggs into the pan and then turned around to look at me, her spatula pointing at me for emphasis. 

“You don’t underst-”

“You can talk to any of us about anything. If this has anything to do with your father you need to let us know and we can protect you,” she told me, her eyes wide with sincerity. She was wrong they wouldn’t be able to protect me. My dad had somehow lived for over three-hundred years and that wasn’t an accident. He had known how to survive and though he never expressed I’m sure it meant killing a lot of people that wished to stop him.

“Paul’s mom left with no warning, you know,” she told me quietly, she was turned around now moving the eggs around the pan with her spatula. Her voice was solemn as she spoke again. “They can hear each other's thoughts when they’re in wolf for, you know. Sam tells me pretty much everything so I know how Paul really felt when his mom left him. They can also feel the feelings the others are having when they’re phased. Sam tells me that whenever Paul accidentally thinks of his mother leaving it feels like his heart is getting torn from his chest.”

I stayed silent as I listened to her. Paul had never talked to anyone, not even his father, about how he felt when his mom left. His dad had said he knew it affected Paul more than he had ever let on but I wondered if he knew it was to this extent. 

My heart felt like it was being torn out of my chest as I pieced together what Emily was telling me. She was saying he felt the same way with me. The pain was to the same extent as when his own mother had randomly left him. 

“I’m not telling you this to make you feel bad, I just want you to think about things.” Emily said as she placed a plate full of eggs in front of me. She put an english muffin on a napkin next to my plate with accompanying butter and her homemade jam. Her cooking was always delicious but I didn’t feel like eating right now. Emily must have seen the look on my face and assumed that I didn’t want to eat because she pushed the plate closer to me.

“You need to eat if you’re going to help the pack catch Victoria tonight. I don’t want anyone getting hurt,” she went quiet. She looked very concerned as she spoke about what was going to happen tonight, probably worried for Sam. 

“Why did you tell me all of this?” I asked her before taking a reluctant bite of eggs. They were delicious as always, light and fluffy with a lot more flavor than I had ever had in an egg. She crossed her arms and leaned then on the island across from me, thinking before she spoke.

“There are factors at play here that Paul hasn’t told you about yet and it’s not my place to tell you what they are,” she abruptly went quiet and looked around the kitchen lost in thought again. There had been a part of me that knew there was more than meets the eye here but Paul had never gotten around to telling me. After the beach, where he promised he would explain everything to me, everything happened so fast and I started to ignore him. 

“You must feel a strong pull to Paul, don’t you? I know you haven’t had much interaction outside of your father but you must feel that what you have with Paul is completely different and unique,” every word she said was right and it made me wonder what exactly it was that I didn’t know. It didn’t matter though because I had to stay away from them, for their safety. After tonight they wouldn’t hear from me again, no matter how I felt about Paul.

“It doesn’t matter, after tonight I just can’t be around any of you,” I told her as I stared down at my plate, not daring to make eye contact with her. 

“Good luck, it’s not going to be that easy and I know you that you understand that,” those were the last words she spoke. She packed up the stuff she had brought and left me alone in my house with a plate of eggs that were getting unedibly cold.

Paul and I’s gaze broke as a couple more wolves walked into the patch of trees were hidden in. Apart from Paul, I didn’t know what anyone else looked like in their wolf form. Not being able to tell who was who made me uneasy. I didn’t know who was looking at me with hatred and who wasn’t. 

One of the wolves that had just shown up broke apart from the group and walked over to me. This one was slightly smaller than the others. The fur was grey compared to Paul’s silver. The wolf shoved it’s huge face into mine, licking as it went. I knew right away that this was Leah, her eyes as a wolf matched her as when she was human. 

I suddenly felt bad as we looked at each other. She was becoming one of my best friends and I loved talking to her. In a way she felt like a sister and had we been able to bond longer I’m sure I would have thought about her that way. 

All the wolves gathered around me now, some whining here and there. Others were growling lowly and Sam, howled bringing them to order. I didn’t know what they were saying but I knew from the silence that they were all waiting to hear Victoria approaching.

“I’m gonna go to the top of one of the trees so I can see where the Cullen’s are and when I jump down and start running follow me because that’s the way Victoria will be heading,” I told Sam directly. He nodded and all the other wolves nodded too.

Climbing trees was easy for me, having spent most of my time at the tops of trees in the yards of the houses I had lived in. My father never bothered me when I did this, there was no harm in climbing trees since I wasn’t interacting with anyone. Branch by branch I climbed, the rough bark,not softened by the immense amount of rain, biting into my skin as I went as quickly as I could. Once I got there and perched myself in a good position, I could faintly make out the Cullen’s on the other side of the river. 

Alice was standing in front of everyone with her eyes closed, concentrating hard. I wasn’t sure how her visions worked but I imagined she could see Victoria in some way and was waiting to see where she would show up. I didn’t strain too hard when I noticed that they were talking, not needing to hear them but only see them when they moved. There were more of them than I had imagined, minus Edward. 

Next to Alice was a blonde male who was watching her intensely. His body positioned almost to defend her from whatever would possibly come their way. Behind them to the right was another blonde that looked like the first but this one was female, her hair braided intricately and she stood next to the biggest vampire I had ever come in contact with. To the left were two more vampires, the way they held themselves suggested that they were the leaders of the group.

All was quiet for a while, the only sound was the rain drops falling from the trees and the occasional gust of wind. The vampires had ceased talking, their eyes darting around the dark forest around them. The wolves below me weren’t making any noise either, just shuffling around anxious to get this over with. 

Being still in a forest this cold was harsh. It was so cold my bones almost ached, my whole body feeling like icy water had been poured in. I vowed as my teeth started to chatter never to take for granted how cozy and warm my bed was. 

A strong wind came making me lose my balance. With it my ears pricked up, a new sound popping up in my senses. Goosebumps began to cover my body and the hairs on my arms and neck stood on end. She’s here I thought to myself just as Alice sharply turned her head to the left.

“On your left!” Alice suddenly shouted loud enough for me to hear without much effort and they all took off up the river. I let myself fall from the tree landing gracefully on the forest floor. Wasting no time I took off running as fast as I could. Trees blurred by me and I heard the loud stomps of the wolves catching up. I kept myself hidden within the treeline so that the Cullen’s didn’t see me but the wolves moved out of the woods so they could see where Victoria was. Her red hair flashed between the trees as I ran.

Everything was happening so fast but little time was passing. As was the case whenever there was a fight between supernatural creatures who could move at ungodly speeds. A couple wolves passed by me, a blur of grey and silver fur letting me know Leah and Paul were ahead of me. Before I could process they were coming to a stop and turning around abruptly, almost running into me but I jumped into the air and ended up landing on Paul’s back.

This wasn’t where I wanted to be but since he was moving faster than I was it was the best place at the moment. He hurdled forward quickly, staying concealed in the treeline unlike before when he was front and center. I gasped as a fiery red blur flew by us, my nostrils flaring as I caught her scent that closely to us.

“C’mon Paul she’s right there. If you go faster I could probably get her!” I encouraged him and he sped up somehow. He was going so fast and harshly that the ground he stepped on was being pulled up and piles of dirt and grass were being flung with each move of his huge paws. 

The wind whipped my hair back as we went. I gripped Paul’s fur tightly with one hand and started to lean forward and reach out with my other. She was right in front of us now, if only I could lean forward a little more. She was so close I could make out every detail of her clothing, from the tears in the shirt she wore under her jacket to the sewed up patches on her jeans. It didn’t make sense that she would wear tattered clothes like that when she could just steal some new ones.

She turned her head and snarled at us, her top lip curled above her overly sharp canines. She caught sight of me on Paul’s back, causing her eyes to almost pop out of her head but she composed herself quickly. I wondered briefly if she recognized me but that was fleeting. Victoria spun quickly, arms outstretched and threw me and Paul into the nearest tree. Having been on his back I hit the tree and somewhat cushioned him. We both landed to the ground with a thud. I felt his head nudging me to get up. Then without warning he gripped at my jacket with his teeth and yanked me up. 

Paul was off as I regained my balance and I took off after him. Victoria was on the other side of the river now getting chased by the Cullen’s. The large vampire, who could’ve played defense in football back in his human life, was almost close enough to grab her. I saw her turn her head slightly and snarl at him like she had done to me and Paul and just as she was about to be grabbed by the large vampire she soared across the river coming back to our side.

I seized my opportunity and picked up my speed and ran after her. In my peripheral I saw the large vampire jump across the river after her and my jaw almost hit the forest floor. The treaty forbade any of the Cullen’s from coming onto their land and he was taking a huge chance doing so. There was an immediate response of deep throated growls from the pack.

Victoria was long gone when I turned my head back. I let out an angry shout, cursing myself for getting distracted with a treaty that doesn’t even apply to me. We should’ve been able to get her but her abilities proved to be very helpful for her. I was starting to think no one would ever catch her. As I spun around to go back and see what was happening between the vampires and the wolves I angrily kicked down the nearest tree to me. The snapping sound and the inevitable crash of it hitting the ground satisfied me and calmed me down a bit.

In front of the large vampire was a large silver wolf, snapping his large teeth at him and growling. They were both taking small steps toward each other. The other Cullen’s had gathered on the bank of the river as did the wolves on our side. The large vampire sent a chill up my spine when I thought of the damage he could do to Paul. Without thinking I launched myself out of the trees, kicking off the nearest one to propel me forward and jumped over the wolves. I felt an energy build up inside me, electric heat coursing through my veins. Just as I landed in front of Paul to face off with the large vampire lightning struck all around me.

It hit the rocks violently. Loud cracking sounds filled the air and chunks of the rocks went everywhere. The heat from the lightning hit my skin like a wave, knocking me backwards. Paul was still behind me and caught me before I could hit the rocks. The air was filled with smoke, some from the heat of the lightning the rest made up of particles from the rocks that the lightning had blown up.

As it settled I noticed all the Cullen’s faces, their jaws hanging open in shock. The large vampire was not in front of me anymore. He was just now standing up from up a pile of rock that had blown up and taken him with them. He looked more angry than shocked at what had transpired with the lightning.

“You’ve been hiding that you were a vampire this whole time,” Alice said in disbelief, her mouth turned into a frown when she was done speaking. 

“Does it really matter?” I asked, my tone biting through the tension that hung in the air. No one said anything as the large vampire got back into a defensive position. He started to stalk back over as Paul growled harshly behind me. 

It was like I couldn’t control my body as I raised my arm into the air, thunder erupting as it raised. Clenching my hand into a fist I brought my arm back down quickly. A bolt of lightning struck just in front of the large vampire, stopping him in his tracks. He didn’t continue on, instead he turned and jumped up onto the bank with his family.

“You’ll fight me for coming onto your land while trying to get someone who’s an enemy to all of us but you’ll let this vampire on your land when she’s clearly a bigger threat than all of us,” the large vampire barked at us. I felt embarrassed at his words, nothing about me was a threat. Everything with the lightning had to be a coincidence. The energy was still flowing through me and that was something that I couldn’t ignore and explain away as a coincidence.

Another vampire came to the front. His blonde hair slicked back into a style older men usually wore, his face too young to match. It was clear from the way everyone took a step back for him that I had been right and he was one of their leaders.

“We’re sorry for crossing onto your land, it was never an intention of ours to do so,” he began, his tone that of a natural leader. His words flowed so peacefully over us that I instantly knew he wasn’t a threat and probably never would be. Sam made a gruff noise from the back of his throat in response. Alice and the large vampire turned and left followed by two blonde vampires who now that I was closer and could see better looked like they could be twins. The leader was left with a brunette vampire standing by his side. Her body language showed that she was his mate.

“I’m Carlisle and this is my wife, Esme,” he spoke quietly to me. The woman next to him smiled politely and then looked back at him waiting for the next move. “We didn’t know we had another vampire in town with such an exceptional gift.”

“I don’t have a gift,” my voice came out unsure. Esme and Carlisle exchanged a look before nodding at me. Neither of them looked like they accepted what I told them to be true. 

“Regardless we would love to have you come visit us sometime if you want. There’s no harm in getting to know one another, especially when we clearly have the same enemy.” now he was the one that sounded unsure. My father had always told me to stay away from everyone, especially other vampires. He had specified red eyes but the vampires in front of me had bright golden ones like he had. 

I stayed silent. I wasn’t going to say anything about going to see them when I was actively trying to stay away from the pack. But I also didn’t to be rude and provoke an attack. When they realized I wasn’t going to say anything they silently ran into the woods. 

Sam howled from somewhere behind me, giving the order to vacate. My shirt was being pulled from behind me and suddenly I was off the ground, suspended in the air by Paul’s mouth.

“Please put me down, Paul,” he huffed out of his nose. A low growl came from the back of his throat when I tried to pull myself away. I crossed my arms over my chest as I hung in the air, unable to get out of the situation. If I really wanted to I could try harder but I didn’t want to upset him any more than I already had. 

The walk through the woods was quiet except for the occasional sigh from me or Paul. I figured he was heading toward Emily’s but when he started to go in a different direction I got worried. He was bringing me to his house, probably to confront me about everything. Would his father be there? Had he told his dad anything about me ditching him? I had really liked his father when we met and it had seemed, at the time, that he had liked me too and I wanted it to stay that way even if I was hurting his son.

He dropped me to the ground as soon as his house came into view and ran off somewhere. The ground in his yard was not as wet as it had been in the forest and I was thankful, even though my clothes were already ruined from the tree and lightning incidents. Paul came back into view, wearing wrinkled clothes that he had stashed in the forest.

He said nothing to me as he took my hand and led me into his house. He turned the lights on as we went through the empty house, his father nowhere to be seen. It felt good to be in his house, holding his hand and as I realized that a pang hit my chest. This is what I wanted but could never have as long as my dad was watching my every move.

His room was messy, dirty clothes on the floor and his bed unmade but it felt like home. The entire room smelled like him and felt warm. I hadn’t realized until he sat me on his bed that I was shivering. Whether it was from the adrenaline wearing off or the wet and cold weather outside, it most likely being a combination of the two along with the nervousness I felt being alone with Paul.

Grey material landed on my lap and the door to his room slammed. Pulling at it, it became two articles of clothing. Matching grey hoodie and sweats, much too big for me. I pulled off my ruined clothes reluctantly and dressed in what Paul had provided. As I was changing my back began to ache. Without my faster than normal healing I’d probably curled up in pain with some serious injuries but whatever had been damaged was healing and only giving me some discomfort.

I was folding my clothes when Paul came back into the room and dragged me toward his bathroom silently. He was still silent and look on his face told me to keep it that way until he decided he wanted to hear something.

Paul picked me up with ease, like I weighed less than a piece of paper and set me on the counter. The sink water was already running as he ran a washcloth under it, squeezing it out before bringing it to my face and dabbing at my forehead. He ran the towel under the water again, light pink rinsed from it and ran down the drain. Why my head was bleeding I didn’t know but he seemed determined to take care of me so for the moment I let him. 

He kept rubbing the towel on different spots of my face until the water ran clean from it and he looked satisfied. When he was done putting the towel in the hamper and wiping his hands he came back over to me and took the hair tie out of my hair. I had forgotten about it altogether. My hair was probably a mess anyway so having it down wasn’t much different.

His hands didn’t leave my face like I thought they would. He had used his fingers to get the knots out of my hair and now his hands were cupping my face. His thumbs gently moved back and forth over my cheeks as he stared into my eyes. I could feel mine become glazed over with tears.

“You think you’re so great,” Paul teased from beside me. We had stopped kissing for the moment as we watched the sunset. I shoved his chest and beamed over at him. 

“Better than you,” I teased right back. The smirk on his face was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. When I looked at him, whether he was smiling or not, I knew I wanted to see that face every single day forever. 

“Better than me, huh,” he thought for a minute. His eyes popped wide, I could practically see the lightbulb click on in his head. His head turned slowly to me, an evil smirk forming on his beautiful lips. I knew he was up to no good but I couldn’t help the urge to kiss him that hit me as I stared. 

“What?” I asked, leaning into him and nudging at his shoulder with my head. He looked down at me, smirk still present.

“Well, miss ‘I am so much better than Paul’, how about we see who can climb to the top of those cliffs faster?” he was challenging me? I leaned back from him surprised but intrigued. The only way to get to the bottom of the cliffs was to swim to them and I could hold my breath for long periods of time so that would be a cake walk. Though he was probably challenging me to this specific task because he knew he could beat me.

“You’re on,” I agreed, shoving myself away from him and bounding to the water as quickly as I could. Somewhere behind me Paul could be heard yelling ‘you cheater!’ but I ignored him and laughed as I dove into the frigid water. 

Sometimes to get places when I was younger my father made us swim. It was the best method if you didn’t want someone to catch your scent plus it was a great way to keep kid me entertained. We swam as much as we could, the temperature not really affecting me because of my heightened natural body temperature.

Right now I was thankful for all the time we spent in the water. My arms pushing out in front of me and my legs kicking behind me. Who knew how far behind Paul was, that only made me push harder and go faster. He didn’t seem like the type to let me win so I would have to win this all on my own and I was confident that I was able to pull it off.

My head broke the surface as soon as the rocky shoreline came into view. I kicked off one that was submerged under the water and landed up on the side of the cliff, gripping onto the jagged edges as hard as I could without hurting my hands. Paul was coming out of the water too breathing heavily from having to hold his breath for longer than he was used to.

We made eye contact and I gave him a fleeting smirk and started going up the cliff as fast as I could. I wasn’t wearing the ideal pair of shoes for rock climbing, they didn’t have proper grips on the bottom and they were slippery from being in the water but I made it work. 

I could hear Paul’s labored breathing to the side of me and knew he was gaining on me. I gritted my teeth and grabbed the rocks harder. In my peripheral I could see him going higher than where I was at, he was almost at the top. I didn’t want him to win so bad that I braced my legs on a small ledge that jutted out of the cliff and sprang up as hard as I could on them. Thanking my amazing vampire abilities as I landed at the top of the cliff, leaving Paul hanging onto the side and staring up at me in awe. 

“Cheater,” I heard him mutter as he climbed slowly to the top, not ready to face his defeat. He tried to make his face look sad but I knew better from the mischievous sparkle in his eyes. He stalked over to me rather quickly, the same look on his face the entire time but someone his smile got wider and more suspicious. 

“I’m glad you showed me that you could swim very well,” he whispered very lowly, as he came to a stop so close to me that my chin was brushing his chest. His hands caressed my face gently and he placed a soft kiss to my forehead, before scooping me up into his arms. He started to walk, getting closer to the edge of the cliff we had just climbed.

“Don’t you dare,” I warned him as I glanced down to the water far below us. Gripping onto his shoulders as best as I could, a sinking feeling in my stomach as I sensed what was coming up next. 

“Are you afraid, princess?” he taunted me with the nickname. I felt his arms leave my body and I was flying through the air quickly. Just as I started to feel a cold mist against my body from the waves crashing violently on the rocks, I hit the water and sank far below. My eyes closed as I was submerged, opening again slowly so I could look at the dark ocean around me.

Kicking my legs and flailing my arms, I slowly rose back to the top and broke through the water. Air flooded my lungs and I greedily sucked it in.  A huge wave rose up and towered over me, crashing down and sending me under again. This time I stayed under and swam quickly to the shore. 

“Took you long enough to get back here, princess,” Paul taunted from where he was sitting on the beach. Despite him throwing me into the water the urge to kiss him was there again. Without thinking about anything I charged forward out of the water and tackled him backwards into the sand. Our lips pressed in an urgent, heated kiss. We stayed like that for a few minutes. The waves crashed gently on the beach behind us, the sun setting overhead. 

“You’re going to keep me on my toes, aren’t you, princess?”

The tears poured down my face now as Paul watched me quietly. The connection we had had was immediate and urgent. Some relationships took several years to develop and others took minutes. There was no reason why. Maybe it was fate, something mapped out by an entity greater than us. No one really knows the real reason, the only thing anyone really knew was that some people find their soulmates and others don’t.

The reality was I think I had found mine. As I looked into Paul’s eyes I could see a home, a future. The thought of going against my father made my stomach churn in an unfamiliar way. The decision was made in my mind. For now I would have to put a stop to Paul and I but I wouldn’t be able to close him out completely. But one day I would figure out how to get my father out of my life so I could peacefully be with Paul.

Paul’s thumbs were gently against my cheeks as he wiped my tears away. He was there, right in front of me, looking loving and caring. My heart ached as I thought about having to put off whatever Paul and I had but I knew for now it would be safer for him if I did that. 

“Paul,” I tried to start to tell him what I was thinking but he shushed me real quick and leaned his face toward mine. The kiss was more gentle than the kisses we had shared before, his lips barely touching mine. 

“Em,” he whispered, to me when he pulled away. His arms pulled me into a hug with my cheek pressed against his chest. This felt safe, safer than being home alone worrying about whether my father would show up. His warm skin against me almost lulled me into forgetting and falling asleep.

“Listen, I have something I need to explain to you because I don’t want to hurt you,” Paul sighed quietly form above me but didn’t let me go. His arms stayed wrapped around me tightly and he pressed his head to the top of mine. He nuzzled his cheek against my hair, breathing in heavily like he was trying to calm himself down.

“Don’t,” he whispered, his voice beginning to sound hoarse. I pulled back quickly when I realized he would start crying. Taking his face in my hands I made him look at me.

“It’s not that bad, I promise. My dad saw us on the beach the other day and called me warning me to stay away from the ‘dogs’,” I began. The confession that my dad was involved in me hurting Paul brought a fire to his eyes, his nostrils flaring. He opened his mouth to say something but I was the one to shush him this time. “One day I’ll figure out how to get away from him with no repercussions. One day you and I will be together but right now it’s not safe. He told me he had a friend that was watching me too when he is too busy.”

“Em, no one in the pack will let your dad do anything bad to you or anyone else. Friend or not he’s no match for us ‘dogs’,” he tried to reason with me. His words flowing out urgently like he had to convince me now in fear that he never would have the chance again. The tears were flowing down my face again as he spoke.

“It will make me feel safer if we put us off for a little bit. We need to focus on Victoria anyway, if my dad sees us doing that I have a better chance of explaining that than if he sees us making out on the beach again. Please Paul, doing this will put me at some sort of ease even if it’s not easy and doesn’t feel good,” when I was finished he just stared at me silently for a few minutes. He looked around the small bathroom we were in.

“There’s no way he could see us making out in here,” Paul whispered as he leaned his face in again. I knew we shouldn’t be doing this but he was right even if my dad was watching for me he couldn’t see into the windowless bathroom. With a small sigh leaving my lips I leaned the rest of the way and kissed him back.

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Creeps High School-Cruelty in the First Degree

Coach Liu was missing.

I noticed the second I stepped into the gym. Coach Woods was practically steaming with anger broiling beneath his thick skin.

“You’re late, Robertson.”

I felt my stomach drop once he addressed me, eyelids receding as I stumbled for an answer. “I’m sorry Coach Woods, I couldn’t-“

“Shut your trap kid. I don’t care.” He spat, closing in on me. The rest of the students backed up as he did, shooting me frantic glances and mouthing words I couldn’t fathom.

“You sure do make a lot of excuses, don’t you?” He glared down at me with a gaze that could cut diamonds. I wanted to throw up on sight.

“You just going to stare at me, Robertson?”

My mouth opened but no words came out. I was too worried to force any out-they might be followed by nervous bile.

“Answer me!” His voice echoed off of the walls, my muscles tensing. I wanted to curl up and die.

“Well you see sir I was just trying to-“

“The answer was yes, dumbass.” His jaw was locked in place, as were my feet. As he started to back up, the freeze frame melted.

He insulted me. And I stood there, like an idiot, and just nodded.

“Do you call all of your students dumbasses? Or just the ones who call you out?”

I felt confident enough as I spoke, yet once the words were out, I felt my stomach bottom out again.

Even Yasmin was scared. She shot me a look with eyes wide in abject horror, but I noticed a hint of a smile.

Before I could mention it, Coach Wood’s hand was gripping the front of my uniform.

“What did you just say?”

I gulped audibly, searching for any words that would come up.

“Come on, spit it out! If you want to say something, now’s the time!”

I tried to regain some self-respect in the worst way possible. My cheeks were burning with embarrassment. And to top it all off, I said:

“I just think you’re being unnecessarily cruel is all.”

Yasmin choked. A few girls squeaked in fear. Coach Woods pulled me closer. I could even smell the deep scent of coffee on his tongue.

“I’m cruel, huh?”

His fingers dug into the thin material of my shirt, the corners of his mouth twitching.

Up close, I could see the scars beside his lips. They curved up into a sort of Cheshire grin, giving him a permanent, menacing smile. He didn’t seem to have any eyelashes either. The skin around his eyes was terribly thin and seemed to stretch across his bone structure.

He looked horrible.

“Anybody else think I’m too cruel? Hm? Come on now, don’t be shy girls.”

Nobody even took a breath.

“Alright, Miss Alice. I guess it’s about time you receive thanks.”

He tossed me back, turning to the small crowd that had formed. “Go on now, thank her.”

Everybody thanked me in hesitant voices, Yasmin the only one who looked upset. She knew what was coming.

“Why are they thanking me, Coach?”

He extended his grin, eyes locked into mine.

“Because you just gave them the day off.”

He stepped out of the gym, a door down the hall opening and closing.

Yasmin immediately pulled me aside, dragging me to the water fountain.

“You’re fucking stupid. You couldn’t just shut up, could you? Do you think you’re some kind of goddamn martyr? Whatever, there’s no time. Drink.”

I looked up at her as she tossed me towards the fountain, confusion present on my face. “What? Why?”

“If you throw up, he might go easier on you. Drink enough to get water-logged.”

I looked down at the dispenser for a moment before hesitantly starting to drink.

The door opened again.

“Shit-stop, just start praying, shut up, and go.”

I pulled away quickly, making my way to the entrance before he could come back.

When he did, he had weights in his hands and a stopwatch.

“Girls, go sit on the bench, and shut up. Alice, base line.” He slammed the weights on the floor, startling me enough to get my legs moving.

I felt the water slosh within my stomach, hoping Yasmin was right.

And yet, I was still mad. He shouldn’t be allowed to talk to his students like that. He shouldn’t be able to insult us and order us around the way he does. And yet, he’d never been this upset with anybody as far as I’d seen.

“Alright, here’s how this is going to work.”

He grabbed one of the plates, scowling as he spoke.

“You’re going to hold a plank. Every time you drop, you’ll run a suicide and I’ll up the weight. If you arch your hips, the plates will slip off and hit you in the head. And if you let any of them fall, I’ll double the weight. Got it?”

Before I could nod, he shoved me to the floor.

I was about to start yelling when he pulled out the stopwatch. “Go, or I go to the office and explain what a nuisance you’ve been-“

I dropped quickly.

Nobody spoke the entire time. If anybody tried, he quickly berated them, and yet I couldn’t find the strength to care.

I had sixty pounds sitting on my back and my arms were shaking so bad I thought I might die on spot.

I’d thrown up twice by now, and each time he made me run another suicide. I’d run fourteen by now.

“Coach.”

He turned around, about to start yelling, when Yasmin interrupted. “She’s clearly learned her lesson. Please, just let her stop.”

While he was distracted, I managed to rest my knee on the ground. I felt my abs relax for a few seconds, painfully.

“I call the shots here, Yasmin. Why don’t you-“

There was a knock at the door.

Three times fast, three times slow, and three times fast again.

Both of them stopped, and Woods immediately stopped his timer. “Deal with her, Yas.”

He bolted from the room.

Yasmin came up to me quickly, practically throwing the weights off. I let myself collapse onto the gym floor flooded with my sweat.

She rested a cold hand on the back of my neck, speaking quietly. “You’re lucky. He ends his punishments with burpees.”

I coughed as I nodded, pressing my scaling skin into the warm floor.

I knocked before stumbling into the classroom, watching as Mr. Drew looked up from his screen. “Yeah Y-oh, it’s just you.”

He took a minute to fully gauge my appearance, grimacing after he did. “You look like you were hit by a bus.”

“I feel like it, too.”

He gave a curt laugh, nodding towards the desk. “Sit down, I’ll get you some water. And if Sleuth asks, I’m getting worksheets.”

I followed his directions, my legs throbbing once the weight was lifted. The desk was painfully warm.

He came back a minute later with a water bottle and some soda crackers, placing them in front of me. “Normally I’d just tell you to suck it up, but I know how bad he can be. Also, those twits deserved it.”

I let myself smile as I pressed the water bottle to my forehead.

Within ten minutes, I’d managed to recover enough to find myself catching up on my homework for the week. Mr. Drew didn’t speak much, only occasionally checking to see if I had died. He kept himself occupied on his computer and occasionally writing in a leather-bound journal. He wrote fast and closed it each time, shooting me a glance.

At first, I didn’t mind, but not too long after, I heard the beginning of a video. He’d simply forgotten to mute it.

“We’re here with Sergeant Jackson-“

He quickly stopped it before laughing awkwardly. “Sorry about that, can’t seem to find the mute button when I need it. Didn’t disturb you, did I?”

I shook my head in response, shoving out a response.

“Not at all, sir.”

He nodded quickly before returning to his journal.

Sergeant Jackson.

I knew the name, I’d known that name. I heard that name at the dinner table. I heard that name in passing conversations. I’d met him myself when he came to our doorstep.

He was my mother’s boss.

I spent the next twenty minutes trying to work through every possibility. Maybe it was just a coincidence. Maybe it was another Sergeant Jackson. Maybe I’d misheard the video. Maybe I was just being paranoid.

And yet, I found myself itching to find out what was in that journal.

I waited and waited for him to leave the room, yet he never budged. He sat there the entire time, keeping a close hold on his journal.

I knew what would happen if he caught me snooping. He’d report me to Dr. Sleuth, and I was too scared to find out what was next. I’d be expelled on sight, or worse. I had to find out what the hell was in that journal, but if anybody found out, I’d be screwed.

I finally found an opening when Coach Woods came in.

I jumped in my seat once I heard the door slam open. Coach Woods ran in promptly, out of breath and face flushed with exertion.

“Ben, we have to-I was just-and he came in and-“

Mr. Drew leapt out of his chair, grabbing a set of keys. “Calm down, man. Breathe, please. Alice!”

I looked up from my homework, which I’d been intently staring at to avoid Coach Wood’s scowl.

“Don’t touch anything, or you’ll fail the whole semester.”

I nodded quickly, watching as he ran from the room. I listened to his footsteps echo down the steps and a door slam.

I immediately rushed to his desk, staring at the journal.

The leather was worn. It looked old and worn, some of the pages crumpled. The pencil next to it had bite marks on it, unlike any other writing utensil on his desk.

I slowly pulled back the leather cover, seeing the first page. It was covered in various calculations, ranging from complex arithmetic to simple geometry.

The first few pages were covered front and back, and none of them were consistent. They were scratches over the years at best.

After ten pages of nonsense, I finally saw a timeline.

The first date on it was December 23rd, 2015.

-First Report Filed, inconclusive

It was a CPS report. It had been copied down and sections were highlighted. I had seen a few on my mom’s desk when I was a kid. This looked exactly like a CPS report filed at the police station.

As I turned the pages, I saw at least five reports following soon after, each one labeled as inconclusive. All of the names were marked out, up until the last report.

“Oldest had to be restrained, K. V-“

I jerked up halfway through, hearing soft footsteps.

I slammed the notebook shut, scrambling back to my desk and falling onto it. I hoped that my lousy attempt of looking asleep was enough.

“You know where I keep the box, and he doesn’t. It’ll be fine.”

A long sigh from Coach Woods.

“I know, but-hey, your brat’s asleep.”

“Figured she would be. What did she do that was so bad? You almost killed her.”

He scoffed lightly, groaning quietly. “She mouthed off. Said I was being cruel.”

“Aww, did she hurt your precious ego, Jeffrey?”

“Shut your trap, Ben. I’m not cruel with my students.”

A light laugh from Mr. Drew ensued. I felt my chest shaking.

“You can be. Why don’t you take out some of that cruelty on me tonight-“

“Hey, kid, right there.”

“She’s knocked out cold, Coach. I’ll see you tonight, nine o’clock. Wear something nice.”

He laughed again, a door shutting promptly.

After a few minutes and a long sigh, I heard Mr. Drew hit his desk.

“Hey, time’s up kiddo. I want to go home, so scram.”

I managed to push myself up from the desk, groaning lightly. “Sorry sir, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“It’s fine, I would’ve too. Oh, and for future reference, watch your mouth around Coach Woods. He’s not all bad, but likes respect.”

I nodded gently, offering him a smile.

I could practically hear the plastic crinkle in his cheeks as he forced himself to mirror me.

“Have a good night, Robertson.”

I waved as I left, a sick feeling settling in my stomach.

I had to get that journal.

#creeps high school #creepypasta #creepypasta au #marble hornets au #jeff the killer #jeffrey woods #ben drowned #marble hornets

[malereader-inserts]

Loving You

Fandom: Twilight Pairing: Leah Clearwater x Male!Reader Summary: Love isn’t easy, but that wasn’t going to stop you. Word Count: 1587 Request: How about a Leah Clearwater x Male reader with prompt 97. Like she's scared that she imprinted/loved someone again and the reader is super nice and kind to her. Maybe some kisses though it's not needed. Thanks. Prompt: “Nothing in life is random, nothing is ever accidental. Things happen for a reason and when they happen they have to. Don’t fight it.”

When Leah imprinted, Sam went berserk.

The wolves had a headache for a whole straight week from listening to them mind conversations, for a whole week Leah and Sam were arguing. Leah was her own person, she wasn’t with Sam anymore, therefore, Sam doesn’t own her, nor he did in the first place.

Leah had met her imprint when she was forced to be on the protect Bella from a newborn army. She had seen you, the other token human. You were from La Push, the boys had seen you around high school, but never thought you were mixed up in the supernatural.

She had stared into you (e/c) eyes and was in a sudden attraction to be with you. When she was training with her pack, she couldn’t help but keep looking at your way, which she got an earful during training and afterwards.

Leah had dreamt the day she would imprint, she felt like she was finally free from Sam. She never thought that she would ever imprint as there was so much evidence that only males can do it, and she was a she-wolf, unknown to anyone. 

She asked Seth to keep an eye on you, you were a year older than most of the boys in the pack. You were in your senior year, about to graduate therefore making you two years younger than her, not that it mattered, she was just ecstatic that she had imprinted.

But, in the back of her mind, she was scared. She had only loved someone once and looked at how that went for her. And there you were as if you were some king on a throne with a caring smile and spark in your eyes. Imprinting wasn’t described as love at first sight, but god she had it bad. 

Edward had told you about the wolves and imprint when Leah had done it on you, you weren’t offended, in fact, you were flattered. You did find her wolf the prettiest, the white wolf. 

You asked Alice about your future, but she had given you a soft smile and shook her head as she explained that shapeshifters blocked her visions but proceeded to give you an hour lecture on how to treat Leah right and showing pictures of her and her brother.

So, when you had come back to LA Push high school on Monday, you see Seth standing with the pack, which you tried to identify each and every single one of them, with his eyes narrowing at you. You send the young boy a smile and a wink before walking into the school.

Seth’s day was brightened up as he frantically texted his sister before happily making his way to his first class. At lunch, he had approached you by your locker with a grin.

“Hi, I’m Seth Clearwater.”

You had looked at him as he held out his hand, you smiled before shaking his hand, “Pleasure to meet you, Seth, I’m (Y/n) (L/n).”

You had shut your locker as Seth nodded, “Yeah, you’re my sister’s imprint.”

“So, I’ve been told.”

“Would you like to have dinner with my family tonight?”

You were taken aback at the question, you had barely met the kid and you hadn’t actually met your imprinter. You thought everything was moving quickly since everyone was still getting back to normal after the fight with the newborn army that happened over the weekend.

“What?”

“Well, you have graduation on Friday and I didn’t want to miss the opportunity,” Seth spoke awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly with a soft grin.

You smiled, unable to say no to the kid, “Alright, just send me your address, I’ll be there for what time?”

“Six!” Seth grinned as he wrote his address on your hand before dashing down the corridor.

You chuckled to yourself, wondering what type of family you were about to get into.

You had knocked on the door, nervously holding sunflowers in hand as you shifted the balance between your feet. The door swung open and you were met with your imprinter. Your breath was taken away as she had widened her eyes and suddenly disappearing from your sight, Seth smiled awkwardly behind before allowing you to come in.

You were given a hug by Sue, she had told you to call her by name before complimenting your flowers and put them on show. 

“Seth, where’s Leah?” Sue asked, cutting a bit of the stem and sticking it in fresh new water.

“She ran away when (Y/n) came,” Seth spoke as he got the table ready, shrugging his shoulders.

Sue looked at you apologetic, “I’m sorry (Y/n), It-”

“It’s okay, I know the story,” You softly smiled, she sends you a grateful smile.

“I’m going to talk to her,” Sue had spoken, looking at Seth, “Keep (Y/n) entertained.”

You had laughed as Seth looked like a puppy given ice cream as Sue left the kitchen to her daughter’s bedroom. Knocking on the door before entering. Seeing Leah sat on the bed, looking unsure.

“Seth’s an idiot.”

“Honey, he was trying to help,” Sue had sat down on the bed as Leah gives her a sigh, looking at her, “(Y/n) is a really nice boy, he came with flowers.”

Leah softly smile, “Still, what if I’m not supposed to be the one for him? Am I really sure that I should be in love, what if I don’t deserve it or him?”

Questions had run through Leah’s head, you were stuck on her mind. Your charming smile and melodic laughter she had heard during the day she imprinted on you. She had to stop thinking about you because she didn’t want another argument to rise between her and Sam.

“Leah, I am your mother and as your mother I am here to give you advice,” Sue spoke with force, as Leah looked at her, “Nothing in life is random, nothing is ever accidental. Things happen for a reason and when they happen they have to. Don’t fight it.“

“But mom-”

“Imprinting in inevitable, I remember how you wished to imprint on someone so badly,” Sue smiles, rubbing her daughter’s back, “You don’t have to fall in love with him, remember? He can be a brother, a best friend.”

“Thanks, mom,” Leah spoke with a genuine smile, “Can I have a moment?”

“Sure honey.”

Sue had left as Leah took a moment, she had looked outside her bedroom window, remembering how it was to be in love. Her heart jumped excitedly as he thoughts caught her off guard as she jumped at the sound of you knocking on her door.

She had looked at you, your shoulder leaning against her doorway, “Hey.”

Your voice was soft and comforting to her, the wolf inside cooed as you gave her a tight friendly smile.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have unexpectantly entered your house. I thought that Seth would have told you and-”

“You speak a lot,” Leah interrupted as you looked embarrassed, but she simply smiled before patting a seat next to her.

You hesitantly moved from your spot before slowly making your way over, sitting on her bed with a distance between you two as your foot slowly tapped a beat. Trying to calm your nerves as Leah smiled to herself, liking your little details about yourself.

The silence was comfortable, something she wouldn’t mind sitting with you.

“I know what happened,” You had started, as Leah tense next to you, but you had looked at her with kind eyes, “It’s a shame someone like you had to go through that, you seem to be one of a kind.”

“You don’t have to pity me.”

“I’m not,” You were standing your ground as your finger fiddle with the hem of your shirt, “I’d like to know you better, I know what imprinting is or at least have some vague idea of it, maybe I’m your start of something better, brighter and much more exciting.”

Leah looked at you, her eyes full of hope, “You’d think?”

“I want you to be so in love that you are in a state of permanent blush.” You commented offhandedly as she laughed at your flattery, “But, yes, I could see us having a future. We’ll go at your pace if you choose to accept me.”

Leah had never been asked like this, but your boyish smile and eyes that sparkle like the night skies had her captivated. She had seen almost everything when she was imprinting and finally, she felt excitement course through.

“Okay.”

She was soft, this was the moment all her walls came down. After months of trying to get over Sam. You sat here, next to her as you open your arms. She laughs and shakes her head before accepting your hug. Her arms wrapping around your torso as your arms wrapped around her, perfectly as if you were two missing pieces in a jigsaw.

Your arms were protective around her as she leans her head against your chest, hearing the calming beats of your heart. At this point, she knew this is where she wanted to be. Wrapped against you, where she could feel the love and care radiating from you, she felt safe for once. She felt like she belonged.

Softly you had kissed her head, Leah smiled to herself because you were soft, gentle and adoring all at once. Leah could feel herself loving you and for her, she couldn’t wait for what the future held for you two.

#leah clearwater #leah clearwater x male reader #leah clearwater imagine #x male reader #twil #twilight imagine

[teamhook]

Just another CS MOVIE AU… Happy Valentine’s Day Ch 2/5.

Hello! Okay, so I bring you, musician!Killian AU inspired by Forever My Girl cause I see CS everywhere! Sorry, I’m stubborn and although I was told this should be a SF fic. Maybe I’m wrong but I couldn’t stop myself.

Maybe you guys can tell me if I was wrong...

I wanna thank @searchingwardrobes and @ilovemesomekillianjones for their Beta services. They each helped me so much. 

So allow me to give you all Chapter 2 of my Valentine’s Day gift to all of you, my lovely shipmates.

AO3  FFN

The following morning Killian woke up and made his way around the old house. Photos still in the same spot along with other mementos. He reached the kitchen to get his much-needed caffeine fix. The old coffee maker was still there so he made a pot.

"Good morning, Killian, I'm surprised you're still here."

"Made some coffee, how can you drink this junk?"

"That's rich coming from you, years you were gone and you come back to insult my coffee? Why are you back?"

"I heard about Robin. I-"

"You what? Suddenly you remembered you had a family?"

"Whatever. What happened to mum’s garden?"

Liam laughed, "I tried Killian but I lacked the green thumb you inherited from her. You were always the one that was more like her."

"Is there anything I can borrow, I mean to get around town, because I assume there is no Uber here?"

"Your bike is still in the garage. Oh and Killian, don't forget to do your dishes. There is no maid service here."

Liam watched as the temperamental younger man slammed the door on his way out.

Killian almost tripped running out of the house, with so many memories. So he did what he did best, he left,  and although he felt utterly ridiculous riding his childhood bicycle, he pedaled until he’d gone as far as his legs would take him.

His destination ended up being the hospital, but he was sure he was not welcomed inside.

He took out his old phone. He knew he had to call Scarlet soon but what was he going to say? He readied himself for the stern talking to from his manager. One ring.

“Killian, where the hell are you? You missed a whole concert! Do you have any idea how much that has cost us? People are asking questions. Does that prehistoric cell phone of yours even have Wi-Fi? Where is Killian? Why is Killian Jones running around like a madman? They are wondering if you are on drugs? If you disappeared to rehab... Mary Margaret is going insane! She wants you to call her."

"I will, but first I need you to send me a credit card and I need a car."

"First, tell me where you are."

"My hometown. My best friend was in an accident and is lucky to still be alive."

"Oh, Killian I'm so sorry mate. I mean, are you all right? I wish you would have confided in me. Take your time."

"Yeah, I think so. I'm not the one that was in the accident."

"Okay. Don't worry about anything. I will take care of it. The good thing is that was the last concert date on the tour. We will set up Denver after Europe. Just be with your family and friends. I'm sure Mary Margaret already has a story about why you missed the concert."

"All right. Scarlet, where are my credit cards?"

"I didn't know you knew how to use one since I've never seen you use one by yourself before mate."

"There are a few things I want to buy. All I have is the cash in my pocket and it isn't much."

"I'll overnight them."

"Thanks, Scarlet. I'm gonna need a car too."

"Text me your address." Beep "It's Mary Margaret. I got to go, we'll talk soon."

With his conversation over, he noticed he had walked towards the small convenience store. He really needed a drink, so he went inside the store and proceeded straight to the liquor, maybe it was muscle memory. Grabbing a bottle of rum, he proceeded to pay at the counter where he encountered tabloid after tabloid with pictures of him shoeless while he frantically looked for the cell phone store. He rolled his eyes at the countless theories as to what was going on with him.

The cashier was helping a customer while he flipped the magazines around, and when he looked up she was looking at him expectantly, waiting for his items.

"Hello. How are you?"

"Good." He nodded unhappily at the small talk.

"There are more in the back."

"I'm sorry?"

"Magazines with your face on them. Do you want those too?"

"This is all."

"You don't remember me, do you? We went to high school together. My name is Ashley."

"Sorry."

"24.99, please."

"So. Ashley, you don't happen to know where Emma lives or where she works do you?"

She smiled sweetly and purposefully ignored his question in an attempt to protect Emma. "Thanks for shopping at Doc's."

"Yeah, thanks." He grabbed the bottle and left. Outside he looked around as he grabbed his bike and walked alongside it to a nearby bench.

He wondered who would be willing to point him in the right direction, he wanted to know where to find Emma. Looking around the street he noticed how everything had stayed the same. The flower shop across the street. He smiled at the fond memory that hid in his mind, but chose to put it away. Some things were too painful for him still.

He noticed the yellow bug pulling up in front of the shop. He couldn't be that lucky, he would know that car anywhere, but he waited for the owner to exit from the monstrosity just to be sure. The door opened and a petite blonde exited the vehicle. It was her!

Killian crossed the street to get to her as she entered the flower shop. He gathered the last bit of courage to prop the door open and was greeted by a chiming bell.

Emma came out of the back to greet the customer and her bright smile faltered as soon as she laid eyes on him. "Killian, what are you doing here?" She tried to busy herself at the counter and the bell chimed once more. Emma turned away from the man who broke her heart and smiled welcomingly at the older woman who had entered the store.

“Hello, Granny Lucas, how are you?"

"Well, I could be better.” The pointed look she gave Killian indicated her dislike for him. “Do you have any Anemones?"

"I think so. For the Locksley's?"

"Yes, I hope they are aware of how truly blessed they are, unlike some people that don't appreciate their fortune." She glared at Killian as she said the snide comment.

"Okay, Granny I will be right back." Emma headed to the back of the shop.

The tip of his ears turned red, he was no fool. He understood the backhand comment was meant for him. He could feel the glare of the older lady.

"Granny, I have enough for a medium bouquet." Emma smiled brightly at the lady.

"That is perfect. How much do I owe you?"

"That will be $9.90."

Killian cleared his throat.

"I'm with a customer," Emma snapped as she and Granny both glared at him.

He raised his hands in surrender.

"Thank you, dear. They're beautiful." She handed Emma the money.

"I'm sure Marian and Robin will appreciate such a thoughtful gesture. Have a nice day."

"I’m sure they will, dear." As Granny made her exit, she mumbled idiot under her breath and slapped Killian on the back of his head.

Killian stared at her back as she left. "Wow, she has a strong hand for her age."

Emma snorted "I really wish she could hear right now, she would give you another good smack."

The sudden silence between the two was overwhelming.

"That was quite the punch you socked me with yesterday lass."

"It was just a warning shot."

"Ah-yeah?"

"Mhm-hmm."

"How long have you been working here?"

"It's mine, I own it. I bought it after Mrs. French passed four years ago."

"Impressive."

"Killian, I know it's surprising but I actually did something with my life after you walked out on me. You didn't break me. So many people have come and gone since you were last here. My mama passed away. Did you even know or care about that?"

"No, I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"Of course not, why would you?"

Emma studied his face and hardened her heart. "Haven't you noticed that since you left no one in this little town has ever spoken to the press of your life here? Nothing of your life here has been mentioned or posted on Facebook, Instagram or any of the social media sites. Do you know why that is, Mr. Big Star?"

"Because I abandoned you."

She laughed. "Killian, it's because you left us all that day, the whole town. No one has ever spoken about you, because we're family. We are loyal to our own and you don't belong here anymore. Please do what you do best and leave."

He was silent while she dared him to deny anything of what she had said to him. The door's bell rang once more and a bubbly redhead walked in with a little girl in tow.

"Mama!" The little girl ran to Emma and hugged her tight.

"Hello, my love." She held onto the girl. "Anna, hi, I thought you were taking her for ice cream?"

"I was?" She looked at Killian momentarily and then her focus was on Emma's pleading face.

"Hey, kiddo, your mom is right. How about some ice cream?"

The little dark-haired girl was studying the adults in the room. "Hi, I remember you."

"Oh, you do?"

"You were at church yesterday. Mama, isn't he the singer you listen to? Not my kind of music, sorry no offense."

Emma tried to change the subject. "Baby, don't you want some ice cream?"

"Mama, I don't want to ruin my appetite."

Sometimes Emma hated how much of an adult her little girl was.

"None taken, and it is always nice to make an impression on such a beautiful lass."

The courteous girl extended her little hand, "My name is Alice Hope."

"Such a lovely name. I'm an old friend of your mum, my name is Killian. " He looked at Emma then at the little girl in front of him. "How old are you lass?"

"I'm kind of small for my age. I'm seven."

"Sweetie, why don't you get going with Anna. A treat once in a while is nice."

"Come on Alice I want some ice cream and I would love some company," Anna added trying to aid Emma.

The girl defeatedly agreed. "Bye, mama. Nice to meet you too, Killian."

Anna grabbed her little hand and exited the shop.

"She’s seven, huh?" He was doing the math in his mind.

Emma sighed, "Yeah, I have played out this conversation in my mind millions of times. I guess it’s finally the moment of truth.”

"It would appear so." He balled up his fists until they turned white. He couldn’t believe it, he was a father. He had a daughter. He rubbed his sweaty hands on his pants as he waited for Emma’s confirmation.

"I'm gonna need something strong to drink," she nervously said.

He extended the bottle of rum he had with him.

"I didn't find out about her until a couple of weeks after what was supposed to be our wedding day." She paused for a second… "I was so angry and humiliated after you just walked out on me. Somehow I mustered up all the strength that I had left and I called you to tell you about the baby. You didn't answer, it went straight to voicemail. I left you a message begging you to call me back. I promised myself that if you didn't care enough to call me back, I was never going to try again because we deserve better."

Killian shut his eyes as tears threatened to come. He had thought of calling back, but he still had no explanation for her. How could he call her back if he still couldn’t explain to her his reason for leaving her behind, for being a coward. "You named her after my mum."

"I did that for Liam, he said she had her eyes, your eyes. She loves him so much, her Uncle Liam."

Lost in their conversation, they didn't hear the door open. Her brother entered, unhappy at the sight in front of him.

"Hey, Em.” David greeted his sister with a charming smile before he glowered at Killian. “What are you doing here, Killian? Haven't you hurt her enough for one lifetime?"

"Nice to see you too, Dave." Killian forced a cordial response.

"David, he was just leaving," Emma said to calm her brother.

"Yeah?” Killian asked confused.

"Yes," she said firmly.

"It would appear... I was just leaving."

"Good," David said, his arms crossed as he stared Killian down as he made his exit.

Killian was so upset as he made his way back to the house. Once he reached his destination, he entered the house slamming the door. "Liam!"

The older Jones walked out of his room. "What is it?"

"Why didn't you tell me, brother?"

"Tell you what?"

"That I'm a father, about Alice Hope."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I did tell you."

"When? What the bloody hell are you talking about? Liam, we haven't talked in years and this is a conversation I would remember."

"It seems it is not as memorable as you would think. Brother, I went looking for you, to your first concert. I believe it was in Seattle. You weren't returning any of my calls. So I tracked you down like some kind of fan." Liam defended himself to his brother’s accusation.

"You were at that show?" He surely would remember his brother. "I was. I even went backstage to see you after. I had to beg one of the security guards to let me in to see my own brother. You were unrecognizable, I honestly thought I'd stumbled into the wrong room. But I still had to try. I still had to tell you about Ali. She was on her way." "I don't remember any of that," Killian reiterated. "I'm not surprised. Allow me to refresh your memory? You told me to leave and never come back, the only difference was that you weren't as considerate of the language you used. What was I supposed to do? Killian, you were an adult. I couldn't force you to come home with me." "I'm not proud of that time in my life, I was indulging too much." "Then? Well, you really seem to have it all together now." "I'm better now." "I just don't understand brother. You were a good kid. You were a good son and you were so in love with Emma. What happened?" "I don't know," he mumbled as he struggled with past memories. "That guy I saw in Seattle that night, I knew that Ali and Emma were better off without him. So yeah, shame on me brother." Liam stared down his brother. "You call her Ali, just like everyone called mum." "She is an amazing kid, Killian. Alice Hope Jones is everything to all of us. You have to be sure you are ready to be a father, her father.

The next day for the Jones brothers was one of peace. Liam prepared a basic breakfast for them. There was a comfortable silence between the two. Killian ate quickly and darted out of the house. He wore blue jeans, a white t-shirt, cap and sunglasses. Outside he found an envelope delivered by courier and there was a black convertible parked in the driveway. He let out a triumphant dance. His brother appearing just in time to catch his performance.

"Killian!" he called out with a smile on his features.

Killian slowly turned to face Liam. "Yes?"

"I've been thinking, since you're home, I was hoping you could help me with something."

"Sure. What is it?"

"Mum's garden after you left I could not maintain it. I never had the green thumb you do. We could return it to its former glory."

Killian scratched behind his ear. "Middlemist?"

"Those were her favorites."

"Okay just let me know when."

"One last thing. Come with me to the church for Sunday's sermon. I want to help ease your time here. It will not take long. I just want to reintroduce you to the church."

"Liam, I don't know if that is a good idea."

"Marian will be there and her son. Emma will be there too."

"What about dear old Dave?"

"He will be there."

Killian took in a long breath and scratched his beard as he considered his options.

"Is he giving you a hard time?" his forever overprotective older brother asked.

"Aye, nothing I can't handle or don’t deserve."

"Are you sure? I can talk to him..."

"Brother I can fight my own battles," he shrugged and continued, "Robin and Marian have a son?"

"He is Ali's age. They are a few months apart and very good friends. I don't know brother, I think in the future he could be your son in law."

"Ali-Alice Hope she is barely 7 years." Killian glared at his brother, he’d barely found her and now Liam was marrying her off. "Liam, what does she prefer to be called? You call her Ali and Emma calls her Alice"

"To me, she is simply Ali, to Dave she is Hopey. It really depends on the person, and if she likes you, she will let you give her a nickname."

"Do you think she will like me?" Killian's voice cracked a bit.

"I don't see why not, I like you."

"You're my brother. You have to like me."

"She is your daughter and once she gets to know you, she will too."

"Fine, service still on at 8:30 a.m.?"

"Yes. Sunday 8:30 a.m.."

"What are your plans for today?"

"I'm going to go see Emma. I'm hoping she will agree to let me know Alice Hope."

"Good luck. She will, but you have to be patient."

Killian smiled as he waved goodbye and headed to the black, shiny, soft top convertible. He drove to the Flower Shop and parked. He was trying to work up the nerve when he saw a familiar face arrive. The deputy car was adjacent to his. He wanted to say hello but stopped as he saw Emma pulling up on the other side of the deputy car. Graham opened his door and rushed to help Emma out of the car. Killian just stared at the interaction. He slid down the leather seat to hide.

Graham and Emma entered the shop smiling at each other.

Killian slumped on the seat of the car. His back pressed firmly against the leather of the seats, the cap tightly hugged his head, and the sunglasses covered half his face. He questioned if he should go in or not, but the reality was that he was there for his daughter, not for Emma. He forfeited her a long time ago. As he waited for the other man to leave, he wondered why Liam hadn’t mentioned Emma and Graham being together. He had known Graham had feelings for Emma years ago but she had chosen him, much to David’s dismay. Some minutes later he saw Graham leave with a silly grin on his face. Bloody git.

Killian took in a breath and exited the car. The bell chimed as he entered the shop.

Emma emerged from the back smiling. Killian approached the counter.

“Killian, I wasn’t expecting you.”

“Oh, did you think Graham had forgotten something?”

Emma rolled her eyes. She had always loved the jealous streak he had when it came to Graham, and it seemed that he hadn’t outgrown it.

“Not your concern. Now tell me what you are doing here.”

“You’re the mother of my daughter and,” he paused, she was right, he had no right. “I want to get to know Alice Hope.”

Emma stared at him as she subconsciously cleaned the counter. As if she was summoned, the little girl walked in with a trailing Anna.

“Hi mama.” She smiled at Killian. “Hello, Killian.”

His breath hitched for a second as he returned her simple greeting with a warm smile.

“Anna, what are you guys doing here?”

“We were on our way to visit with Marian and Roland but Alice realized she had forgotten Roland’s favorite book.”

The little girl did as she had done the previous day and just stared at her mother’s actions in her friend’s presence.

“Sorry, Anna,” the little girl dashed to the back to grab the book.

“We didn’t mean to interrupt. We will be on our way once Alice has the book.”

Emma and Killian replied at the same time, “You are not interrupting anything.”

Alice Hope returned with her book in hand and walked towards Anna and extended her hand. “Bye mom, bye Killian.” They finally walked out and left. As soon as the door closed, Killian made his request.

“Emma, I want to know her, and although I don’t deserve her, I’m her father.”

“Killian, she doesn’t know about you, but you are right. You are her father, but I will leave it up to her. If she wants to get to know you, she will. Just know if you break her heart, I will hunt you down.”

“Love, Liam already made the threat.”

“Not a threat, a promise. She’s my kid, and her heart is mine to protect.” She raised a single eyebrow as if challenging him.

“Okay, I understand and I’m willing to do it on your tems. Whatever you’re comfortable with. Will you call me?” His nervousness showed as he kept tugging at his clothes.

“No, I will let Liam know.” Emma nodded.

“One other thing, I wanted to buy some flowers for Marian.”

"Okay, she loves hydrangeas." She gave him a small smile.

"Perfect, I'll get...I'll get 24."

"Twenty-four?" she confirmed.

"Yes, please."

"Okay, uhm, this is 12, can you grab those?"

"Aye."

They headed to the counter so she could charge him.

"That will be $180.15."

He handed her his credit card. "There, got my own credit card today."

"Good for you. Please, sign here."  

“You got a pen for me to borrow?” He air-signed to show his intentions.

“Uh, you use your finger, you know to sign?”

“Ah, I knew that.” His elven ears had turned blood red.

“Okay, if you say so.”

“Thank you. Emma, please don’t forget to let me know about Alice Hope.” He grabbed 12 hydrangeas on one hand and the other 12 with the other.

“I will let Liam know.” She followed him to the door, opened it for him, and she was about to follow him outside.

“I can take it from here.”

Emma sat across the dinner table from Alice Hope. “Sweetie, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

“Yes, mama?”

“About your daddy.”

“I thought you didn’t like talking about him?”

“I don’t, Sweetie, but that is not fair to you. You have a right to know your father, but only if you want to. If you don’t wanna get to know him, that is okay too.”

The little girl stopped eating for a second. “He seemed nice to me. The guy from outside the church and the flower shop, Killian, right?”

“How did you know?”

"I'm not dumb just cause I'm a kid and you two weren't sneaky." Alice Hope rolled her eyes in a perfect copy of her mother's iconic eye roll.

“How did you get...so smart?”

The little girl shrugged and grabbed the last berry on her mother’s plate and popped it in her mouth, Emma feigned insult.

“Alice, your dad and I met when we were very young. I just want you to know that he didn’t abandon you, okay? He didn't even know that I was pregnant, I didn’t even know.”

"He did look surprised. Can we invite him for dinner so he knows I'm not scary?"

Emma snort laughed and suddenly she was serious, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, mama.”

“Okay.”

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No Serpent is Left for Dead

Sweet Pea x Reader | Part 3

Parts:  Part 1  Part 2  Part 4

Aperçu: When Jughead Jones’ sister suddenly disappears, the Northside is to blame and tensions run high. Sweet Pea is frantic to find his girlfriend before some Northside golden boys go to far.

Fic Type: Three Part Fic, Sweet Pea x Jones!Reader, Brother!Jughead x Sister!Reader (not incest ya perv)

Warnings: swearing, mention of bullying, mention of sexual harassment (yes, angsty I know)

Author’s Note: Hey guys! Sorry this is so late at night. Work and driver’s ed got me all sorts of dead.

It had turned dark and the food had gotten cold by the time they had finished patching Y/N back together. They ate regardless, and one by one headed home. After all, there was still school tomorrow and more demons to fight. Joaquin was the first to leave, and though he didn’t say it, he had a meeting in the woods with a very particular sheriff’s son. Soon after, Fangs excused himself as well, after Toni had to shake him awake (he had fallen asleep in his chair). Toni left eventually, too tired to hold a proper conversation and too shaken to want to.

And suddenly, all that was left was one conscious Jones, one unconscious Jones, and one Sweet Pea who was searching for a lighter.

Finally finding a bic lighter nestled between the couch cushions, Sweet Pea lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. “Do you mind if I crash here tonight?” Sweet Pea asked, smoke tumbling with his words. He was too tired to bother going home, and he wanted to be around when Y/N woke up. After all, in unity there is strength, right?

“Yeah, no problem.” Jughead replied, typing away on his laptop, documenting the day’s events.

Sweet Pea nodded as he leaned back on the couch, resting his feet on the coffee table. He took another breath of smoke, savoring the flavor and letting the nicotine settle his nerves as he stared out the window at the moon overhead.

*_*_*_*_*

“So,” Sheriff Keller grunted. “Tell me about Y/N.” He knew plenty from Kevin already, but the silence in the car was killing him.

FP stayed silent. What about her? Off the top of his head, he could only say what she looked like, when her birthday was, and possibly what grade she was in. “She’s a good kid.” He said after a moment. “Both of them are.”

“I saw that the mayor chose one of her works to be displayed permanently at town hall,” Keller stopped at the railroad tracks. A train was crossing, and he mentally cussed it out for it’s terrible timing.

“One of her… What?”

“Works. I hear she’s a talented artist.”

“Yeah.” He lied, unconvincingly.

Sure, FP had seen her doodling when she was a kid. He had never thought anything of it, and it’s not like he had anything to compare it to. Now that the Sheriff mentioned it, he remembered that Y/N always carried a black notebook with her. She had always been doing something in it, but he had never really cared to ask what.

One unnecessarily long car ride later, the two men arrived at Sunnyside Trailer Park. Home for one, hell for the other. At the sight of a cop car, various delinquent residents of the trailer park scattered in search of safer dealing grounds.

FP didn’t bother to knock, and let himself in.  

“Dad!” Jughead leapt to his feet.

Sweet Pea- on his fifth cigarette- put it out in the ashtray and stood as well, glaring down the man behind FP. “Why’s he here?” Sweet Pea almost growled.

“Are you out for good?” Jughead asked at the same time, almost afraid to get his hopes up.

FP grinned. “Can’t I just stop by for a visit without being put on trial?” He laughed. “Now, where’s my little girl?”

Chills ran up Jughead’s spine at those words. Every day when dad would come home, FP used to ask to see his daughter. Well… At first it was “Where’s my little girls?”, then when mom left and took Jellybean and left them. It changed to “Where’s my little girl?” and then he stopped coming home before dinner, and then Jughead and Y/N moved out, and then it became nothing at all.

Jughead led FP and the Sheriff back to where Y/N lay, still unconscious, with Sweet Pea bringing up the rear.

FP’s eyes traveled over her stitched-up body, assessing the damage. He didn’t ask why they didn’t take her to a hospital, he didn’t need to. Guilt settled weightily on his shoulders. She deserved better than this. She always had. Better than the Southside, better than this trailer, better than him.

“The Serpents, they found her?” He asked.

“Yeah,” Jughead nodded. “By the tracks.”

“Fangs and Toni,” Sweet Pea added. “They were the ones who brought her back. Fangs told me that they had her pinned to the tracks when they got there, beating her to a pulp. She was fighting back, but there were four guys… Not a lot she could do.”

FP walked over to the bedside and gently placed his hand on his daughter’s head. Her hair was soft beneath his fingers, and a few fleeting memories fluttered through his mind. A hospital room, an uncomfortable rocking chair. A small bundle in his arms, silky hair beneath his calloused fingertips. Tiny nose, tiny hands. A baby girl who knew nothing of the harsh, cruel world she had been brought into. A child who knew nothing of the innumerable sins of the man who held her. Pure and perfect. And now… A black eye, purple and ugly. Bruises framed her face, and her lip was a deep crimson and swollen where it had been split by a swift right hook. She looked nothing like the baby he had held in his arms all those years ago.

“I got an anonymous phone call about the kidnapping,” Sheriff Keller said, disrupting FP’s reverie. “Whoever it was claimed attempted rape.”

FP clenched his jaw, and his fingers curled protectively in his daughter’s silky locks. Whoever did this would pay.

Sweet Pea clenched his fists, but Jughead (just as angry, but notably more level headed) interjected before he could say anything reckless to the cop. “If Toni and Fangs hadn’t showed up when they did… When they brought her back here, her clothes were practically shredded. Those stab wounds?” Jughead’s voice was sharp. He was pissed, and seeing the stitches made him even angrier. “They were trying to tear her clothes off, not kill her. She got cut because she was fighting back. Toni said their knives slipped while they were trying to get rid of-”

“So what are you gonna do about it?” Sweet Pea seethed, unable to keep quiet any longer. “Huh, Sheriff?” He spat out the word. “Just chalk it up to rivalry? Lemme guess. She had coming. Southside girl, daughter of FP Jones… She provoked them. Or at least that’s what they’ll say in the papers. She was asking for it.” He shook his head, towering over the 5’9” officer. “How could they of been expected to control themselves?” He mimicked the voice of Alice Cooper in an exaggerated high pitch. “Did you see what she was wearing? Boys will be boys! Well I’ll tell you something,” He turned, slamming his fist into the wall. “That’s what they say all over. That she’s no good. That she was asking for it. But that girl,” He pointed to Y/N’s unconscious form, growling, “She did nothing. Nothing to deserve any of this.”

FP watched Sweet Pea curiously as the young Serpent stepped back, shoulders rising and falling with each anger-fueled breath. “You know, I never asked,” FP stepped back from the bed and leaned against the wall. “What are you doing here, Pea?”

“I…” His gaze darted from FP to Y/N and back again. “No Serpent stands alone.”

Jughead caught Sweet Pea’s gaze and an agreement was reached silently. Now was not a good time to tell FP that his daughter was dating a Serpent.

“Dad, he stayed here to help out with Y/N.” Jughead added. “I can’t take care of her alone and Pea knows more about fight induced wounds than I do.”

“That, and I needed a place to crash.” Sweet Pea admitted.

“Uh huh.”

“Time’s up, Jones.” Sheriff Keller tapped his watch.

They started towards the door, and Jughead felt his heart drop into his stomach. No matter how many times he saw it, he could never accept that his dad might never come home again. Beside him, he could practically feel the heat of anger radiating off Sweet Pea. But Jughead was too tired to be mad. He was tired of everything: the rivalries, the pain, the double-dealing residents of Riverdale, the constant downfall into death and decay, the instability, all of it.

As Sheriff Keller and FP were getting in the car to leave, Sweet Pea hurled one last verbal stone at the Sheriff and into the night. “If she never wakes up, it’ll be your fault!”

Jughead’s breath caught in his throat. He hadn’t even considered that Y/N might not wake up. That rumble had really done a number on her physically… It wouldn’t of been too far fetched for one of the bastards to have caught her in the side of the head and sent her into a coma.

*_*_*_*_*

Truth be told, Sweet Pea’s words weighed heavily on Sheriff Keller. For the first time, he had caught a glimpse of the other side of the Southside. They were fighting a losing battle every day, yet they stood together. They fought as one, with a unity the Northside could never muster. Hell, the Coopers and Blossoms couldn’t stop fighting, even to think about sorting out their differences long enough to come together to fight the evil descending upon Riverdale. Innocent people were getting thrown into the mix. Y/N Jones was proof of that. Not that she was totally innocent… She was related to FP Jones after all.

Street lights illuminated the Southside, and the nightcrawlers that called it home. Like cockroaches, Keller thought. Scuttling for cover the moment they see the slightest sign of swift justice in their trash heap home. Yes, the Southsiders were the cockroaches of Riverdale. They were drug dealers and hoods, juvenile delinquents and thugs, gang members and criminals with no moral codes.

FP stared out the window, watching the familiar streets edged with familiar faces slide past. People who had to fight each day to even stay alive. People like him. With kids who raised themselves and fought just like their parents. They did what it took to survive. Thriving in the shadows one day, swallowed whole by them the next.

A/N: Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed the last- SYKE! I know I said that this was a three part series, but due to unexpected popularity, I have decided to extend it a bit. Hope you all have a wonderful night!

Love and Luck, Evangeline

PS: sorry if I couldn’t tag everyone, Tumblr was being stupid. 

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Hey Rose! When do the Little Pirates stop believing in Santa, since it is the holiday season? And how did they find out? I love Little Pirates so much!

Hi wonderful, I know that this question has been sitting in my inbox for like a week and I’m sure you didn’t think I was going to answer it but the reason it took this long was because I was already planning on a fic in regard to Neddy founding out that Santa doesn’t exist and Wes causing chaos. Therefore, your answer is going to be a 2600 word ficTitle: Claus ChaosSummary: Emma Swan didn’t have a good track record with Christmas as a child, which is why she tends to go all out with the holiday spirit now that she has children. Unfortunately for her, her children aren’t so appreciative of it.Word Count: 2,900+Rating: T+

Emma Swan did not have a good track record with Christmas as a child. Christmas was meant for kids who had families and people who loved them. It wasn’t a holiday for lost girls. Didn’t matter how many donated barbies or dollar store toys she got from the local charities, it didn’t make up for the fact that most of her classmates were home and enjoying the Christmas season with their families while Emma was stuck in foster homes who ignored the holiday more often than not.

Christmas had been a time when she had felt the most alone, which was now why she went out of her way to ensure her kids had the best memories ever. Where her holiday memories were nothing but bad cable and microwaved meals, Emma now baked cookies, decorated trees, risked her neck to hang fairy lights off the roof and Frank Sinatra’s Christmas classics blared in her kitchen nonstop. 

Killian thought Christmas was odd. He didn’t understand they celebrated it, especially when it was a part of a religion virtually none of them followed but he understood Emma’s need for their children to have good memories, especially when their own lives where so dark. Therefore, he indulged her need for crazy Christmas traditions and observations.

Including getting pictures taken with Santa Claus.

The tradition had manifested during her time in New York. According to the fake memories provided by Regina, Emma had taken Henry to the Macy’s Santaland every year to get his photo taken with Santa. It had been something that they had continued to despite recovering their memories in a way to keep some normalcy in their lives. Even when Henry was quite clearly aware that Santa wasn’t real, he had indulged his mother and had even continued to be in the photos well into his late teens in order to keep his little siblings happy.

Now, Henry is grown up and his own Santa Claus traditions with his daughter while Emma was left with two teenagers, a preteen and a six-year old.

Harrison, Wes and Beth were now very much aware of the fact that Santa Claus was not real. They had discovered the truth about Santa roughly seven years ago when Harrison and Wes had made a bet on the existence of Santa. In the middle of the night the three of them had come down in hopes of getting a glimpse of Santa but had only managed to catch her and Killian in the middle of pulling presents out from the storage cabinet under the stairs. Needless to say, it had been it had been a bad year. Harrison still wasn’t over the fact that he had been “repeatedly and systematically lied to for years and would need therapy for the rest of his life.” Those were his words, not hers.

Her kids had a flare for the dramatic. She blamed Killian for this.

Since that incident, they had been less willing than Henry to keep up the guise of Santa for their six-year old brother. In fact, Harrison had sat her down last week with a pro and a con of lying about Santa’s existence. It had been as entertaining as had been worrisome, but she had remained firm in her decision and her son had begrudgingly decided to respect it.

Despite their reservations, they had been relatively good about driving to Portland and taking their annual Christmas photo with Santa. Emma had always been ambivalent on the fact they had given their kids cell phones before high school, as they had a tendency to sit on the couch and stare at them like mindless zombies but right now it was a blessing. All of her kids had their eyeballs glued to their electronic devices as they waited in possibly one of the longest lines that Emma had ever seen for a picture with Santa.

All of them except Wes who was now looking up from his phone with the most cankerous of expressions. He looked like the definition of malcontent and Emma could feel her good luck sliding down the drain.

“We’ve been in this line for over an hour.”

“I’m well aware of that, kiddo.”

“Why are we doing this again?” Wes asked, pocketing his phone and crossing his arms in front of his chest like the moody teenager that he was on the verge of becoming. Emma had a feeling his transformation from chubby cheeked scamp to teenage dirtbag was going to be worse than both of his older brothers combined.

“Because it’s what we do every year,” Emma replied through gritted teeth, starting to lose her patience with the amount of attitude she was receiving at the moment.

“Yeah, but why?”

“Because it’s nice,” she snapped. “And because your little brother is excited.”

Indeed, Neddy had been excited. Meeting Santa was all he had wanted to do for the past three days and he had talked about it nonstop, writing and rewriting lists that he wanted to give to Santa, dealing all of the presents he wanted. It was a cute list but there was no way in hell that kid was getting a rocket launcher. That was just asking for trouble.

The sad part was that a rocket launcher wasn’t the oddest thing her children had ever asked for; highlights included a mind-control helmet, a cursed bracelet, Thor’s Hammer, Wonder Woman’s lasso of truth and a deed of ownership for the Jolly Roger. Thank you, Westley Graham and Elizabeth Alice.

“Cool for Neddy, but I don’t see why I have to do it,” Wes replied, not impressed.

Emma immediately looked down at the boy in question to make sure he wasn’t listening and sure enough, her six-year old was more invested in playing Super Mario than he was in the ever-heating conversation taking place between his mother and brother. The same couldn’t be said for Harrison, who was now watching them with avid interest.

“Because it’s a family thing and you’re a part of this family whether you like it or not.”

“Henry is a part of this family and he’s not here. Neither is Lucy.”

“Where is Henry?” Neddy piped up, tearing his eyes away from his Nintendo Switch and looking around frantically for his eldest sibling.

“He isn’t here,” she said with a gentle sigh. “Henry is an adult and he can do what he wants, but keep in mind that he was always willing to do this for you guys when you were little.”

“Well, I bet he didn’t have to wait in this big-ass line. We’ve been here for, like, hours and it’s all for no—” “Finish that sentence, you’ll be grounded until you’re thirty-five,” Emma cut him off with hiss.

“Fine!” he snapped, rolling his eyes. “But this sucks and I’m bored.”

“Just play with your phone. Your brothers and sister are doing that and they’re not complaining.”

“My phone is dead,” he replied, scowling. “Can I play with yours?”

“I’m on twenty-percent battery, kid. Sorry. It’s not happening.”

“Well then, can I go to GameStop?”

“Westley, no.”

“Why not?”

“Because I said so.”“That’s what adults say when they don’t have a real reason for it.”

“You really want to know? Because I know you and I know exactly what’s going to happen if I let you go to GameStop! You’re going to cause some sort of trouble like burning the place down or causing some sort of gamer revolt! I’m sorry, kiddo, but after you made the toilets explode, you’re not leaving my sight, which means you’re not leaving this line!”

“That’s racist, Mom.”

“Okay, one, that’s not remotely racist,” Harrison stated, holding up a finger and rolling his eyes at his youngest brother. “And second, you’re an idiot.”

“I’m not an idiot,” Wes snapped. “Don’t tell me that you don’t find all of this stupid.”

“It is,” he conceded, giving his mother an apologetic look before continuing. “But we’re doing this for Neddy, so shut up and stop talking.”

“You stop talking!”

“You don’t make any sense.”

“Oh my god, both of you are dumb,” Beth snapped, looking up from her phone. “I’ve got some major drama going on and I need you to be quiet.”

“You’re twelve. Twelve years-old don’t have drama,” Harrison replied with a roll of his eyes.

“You would be surprised,” Beth replied, sounding closer to sixteen than twelve. She was going to be an even bigger handful than Wes, Emma was calling it now.

“Look, no one cares about sixth grade babies. Give me your phone,” Wes snapped, holding out his hand and gesturing for her to hand over it.

Beth glanced down at his and back at his face, snorting. “No way.”

“Give me your phone.”

“If you try to take my phone from me, not only will I hit you so hard you’ll throw up but I will also shove my phone up your butt so high that I’m going to be able to pull it out of your throat,” she replied with a sweet smile on her face.

Harrison looked between the two of them with a hint of amusement. “I would listen to her, Wes. She has a mean headlock and you’re kind of a wuss.”

“I’m not a wuss,” Wes shouted back defensively while simultaneously taking a step back from his older brother and sister.

“You are so a wuss,” Harrison replied with a snort of amusement. “I beat you all the time.”


“That’s because you’re giant fattyzoid.”

“That’s not a real thing, shit for brains.”

Emma counted to ten under her breath in an attempt to keep from murdering her own children. A few of the mothers who were line were now openly glaring at her kids and she could feel the judgment of every single parent in line. She needed to get them back under control.

“All of you seriously need to knock it off!” she snapped at them, placing her hands on her hips and giving them her patented Angry Mom™ look. “If you don’t quit it, there will be no presents this year.”

Harrison, Wes and Beth all turned to her with their eyebrows raised, clearly not taking her threat seriously. They looked absurdly like Killian.

“Look, I know this is a long line and tempers are flaring up, but you guys got to pull it together. If not for me or for Christmas spirit, at least for your brother.”

“Sorry Mom, that’s not good enough,” Wes replied, crossing his arms in front of his chest and glaring at her. “Let me go to GameStop or I’ll pull out the big guns and say the words.”

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“She means that she doesn’t negotiate with terrorists,” Beth replied drily. Harrison held up his hand to give her a high five, which she returned enthusiastically. Emma opened her mouth to tell them how ridiculous they were but her youngest piped up with a question.

“What’s a terrorist?” 

“It’s a really mean bad person, bud,” Harrison replied, ruffling his youngest brother’s hair.

“Oh,” Neddy blinks. “Yeah, he is definitely a terrorist.”

“I’m not a terrorist,” Wes scoffs. “I’m a simply freedom fighter against maternal oppression.”

“Maternal oppression,” Emma repeated, staring at him in disbelief. “That’s really what you’re going with.”

“Yes.”

“Well, it’s not happening.”

“Then I’ll say it!” Wes stated, raising his eyebrows at her.

“Don’t you ever dare!” 

As soon as she said the words, she immediately regretted it. It was probably the worst thing she could ever say to Wes in a situation like this. Give him an order and he would find a way to undermine it in a second. The kid honestly had a real thing against authority and a cynical part of her mocked her for being surprised. What had she been expecting from the offspring of a pirate and a former juvenile delinquent?

Her son’s eyes burned with defiance as he squared his shoulders and looked around at all the families surrounding them. There was a determined set to his jaw that was entirely too similar to Killian’s for Emma to handle. He gave her an evil smirk before he opened his mouth and all hell broke lose.

“I just don’t understand why you’re wasting everyone’s time, Mom,” he shouted as loudly as he could. “It’s not like Santa actually exists.”

The reaction was instantaneous. The small children surrounding them burst into tears, clinging to their parents’ legs. Emma’s ears felt like they were splitting from all the noise. It felt like they were being barraged with a batting ram made of sound.

“Santa isn’t real?” A little girl shrieked.


“Nooooooo!” Another kid cried, falling on his knees and cradling his head.

“It cannot be true! Mommy how could you!”

Emma watched in horror as one child curled into the ball and beat his fists against the floor, his face turning red. His mother bent down to try and placate him, but to no avail; he just continued to scream. She looked up at Emma with a murderous look. If looks could kill, she would have been eviscerated.

Every parent was glaring at her and she couldn’t say she blamed them.

Her own child looked ready to cry himself. Neddy’s brilliant blue eyes were wide and his lip was trembling. She was going to murder Wes.

“Is it true?” he asked in a quivering voice.

“Neddy, kid, don’t listen to him. He’s just trying to upset you,” she said in soothing tone.

“I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to them!” he said stubbornly, gesturing at Harrison and Beth. “You could be lying to me and you always say lying is wrong.”

They exchanged a look, extremely uncomfortable with the chain of events while Wes looked positively gleeful with the absolute chaos he had wrought.

“Ummm…” Harrison looked to Emma for help, unsure of how to proceed but there was little she could say to help him. She hadn’t necessarily handled their discovery of the truth well at all. 

She could still hear Beth’s angry screaming.

Correction, she wasn’t hearing her daughter screaming. She was hearing some other girl having a meltdown because her kid is a kind of dick.

“He’s real, I mean records show that Saint Nicholas was a real person and that he was from, I think, Norway? Anyway, he helped some young women out with their dowry, I think?”

“The key term there is was, Neddy,” Wes said with a smirk. “He’s saying Santa did exist but doesn’t anymore. Therefore, I’m right.”

“Stop talking,” Emma hissed, pulling his ear. “You’re so grounded that you’re probably never going to see natural sunlight again.”

“Ouch, ouch, ouch! Mom! Stop! You’re hurting me!”

“I’m not listening to you anyway,” Neddy said, glaring at his older brother. “You’re a liar.”

“When have I lied ever to you?” Wes asked in outrage.

“When don’t you is the question I would be asking,” Beth replied with a snort.

“You told me I was adopted and Mom and Dad weren’t my real parents!” Neddy shouted, shaking a tiny fist at him.

“Oh…I forgot about that but trust me when I say Santa isn’t real. It’s just Mom and Dad trying to trick you.”

“Neddy Bug, listen to me,” Beth said, placing both hands on her younger brother’s shoulders. “Mom’s right. Wes is a jerk and is trying to make you sad. Santa is…as real as you want him to be. As long as you choose to believe…”

Neddy looked back and forth between Beth and Harrison. As mad as Emma is at Wes, she’s incredibly proud of her other two children for being so good with their younger brother. She had honestly expected Beth to play along with her brother’s scheme.

“He’s not real, isn’t he?” Neddy asked quietly.

“No, but it’s fun to pretend isn’t it?” Emma said softly, releasing Wes in order to crouch down in front of her youngest.

“Yeah, I guess…” he replied, sounding sure. “If Santa’s not real then, who are we going to see?”

“Some weirdo the mall is paying to let little kids crawl on his lap,” Wes replied, only to receive a jab in the gut from Harrison.

“Look, if you don’t want to do this then we don’t have to do this. We’ll just go to Mrs. Field’s and get some cookies and then go back home. It’s just…I didn’t have much going up, okay? I didn’t have a lot of presents or cookies or Christmas stuff. I never got to see Santa or take photos with him and I just wanted you guys to have everything I missed out on….”

Neddy frowned. “You really had no presents?”

“No presents,” Emma confirmed with a small sad smile.

“You really like Santa, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“We’ll meet him then.”

“Are you kidding me? Seriously, Neddy, you still want to do the weird Santa picture?”

“Yeah, because it makes Mom happy,” Neddy answered simply, shrugging his shoulders.

“You have absolutely got to be kidding!” Wes repeated, shaking his head.

“How does it feel to sacrifice your freedom and get grounded in a ploy to not get the Santa photo and still have to take it?” Beth smirked.

“Shut up.”

It was the last photo with Santa Claus her family ever took but it became one of Emma’s most treasured memories because despite the fact that he no longer believed in Santa Claus and Wes had literally ruined Christmas for him, Neddy did something just for her and that was something she cherished even more than the misshaped clay bowl he had made for her as a gift.

She put the photo next to the bowl on the mantle in the living room and smiled at it every time she saw it thereafter.

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One More Year: Chapter 34

I know it's been a really long time. I'm sorry it's taken so long. I've had a pretty stressful few months and I've found writing really hard. I hope this was worth the wait and I hope you'll leave some comments or reviews or like or reblog

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Chapter 34

Beca: Hey Chlo'. Haven't heard from you in a few days. Give me a text or a call when you get this xx

Beca: Hey. Me again. I miss you xx

Beca: Can you please reply? I'm kinda going crazy here xx

Beca: Please, just tell me what's going on? It's been like two weeks. Did I do something? xx

Beca threw her phone to the end of her bed with a huff of frustration. She'd been texting Chloe at least once a day for the last two weeks but she hadn't had a single response. She hadn't heard from Chloe since the last time she'd seen her, after their fight or whatever it had been.

She was going crazy.

Chloe wasn't answering texts, Skype messages, facebook messages, phone calls. Beca knew she must seem desperate but she didn't care. She was worried. Worried that Chloe wasn't looking after herself. Worried… Worried that she didn't want her anymore.

She'd called and text Aubrey and Jesse a few times, but neither of them had seen much of Chloe over the past few weeks.

"She just comes back to the dorm to sleep," Aubrey had told her, sounding as stressed as she felt. "She's always either in the library, the gym, or at rehearsal. She hardly speaks to me anymore." Aubrey had sounded close to tears.

She'd even called Chloe's parents, just to see if they'd heard from her. They hadn't. They were worried too.

Beca was so stressed out by it all that she'd even turned to her Mom for advice.

"Why don't you just drive down there?" Her Mom had said, over the phone.

"Because what if she doesn't want to see me?" Beca had replied, her stomach hurting at the thought.

"Well, I hate to say it Becs, but if she doesn't want to see you maybe you shouldn't be together," her Mom said. "I mean, she isn't answering your texts or calls or anything."

Beca pulled a face. "Why am I not surprised that your advise is to end the relationship?"

"I didn't say that," her Mom said with a sigh. "I'm just saying that from everything you've told me, it doesn't seem like this relationship is working."

"Our relationship is fine, Mom," Beca said. "I love her."

"I know, sweetie. But does she love you?"

After the phone call ended, Beca relayed everything her Mom had said to her dad, in the hope that he would offer some better advice.

Instead he had glanced at Sheila and said, "I hate to admit it but I think your Mom is right."

Beca left the room and went back upstairs, closing the door behind her and dropping onto her bed. She checked her phone and was unsurprised to find no new texts or calls.

Tears began pricking at her eyes. She wiped them quickly when she heard a knock at her door.

"Come in," she said.

The door opened and Sheila entered. Jasper squeezed past her and jumped onto Beca's bed and then sat on her lap.

"Hi," Beca said.

Sheila took a seat on Beca's desk chair and studied her through her glasses. She seemed stern. As if Beca was one of her pupils who she was disappointed with.

Beca didn't know where to look or what to say, so she busied herself scratching Jasper behind the ear.

"When did you last work on your music, Beca?" Sheila asked, eventually.

"Uh… I dunno, a few days ago?" Beca asked, surprised by the question.

Sheila raised her eyebrows.

"Okay… A week ago I guess," Beca said. Sheila still didn't say anything. "Why are you asking?"

"You haven't worked on anything in about two weeks," Sheila said.

"How do you know?"

"Because I pay attention to what you do and you haven't even been in your den since you last saw Chloe," Sheila said.

"Okay… and this is bad because?"

"Because for the last two weeks you've shut yourself in your room every day. Whenever you join us for dinner you just sit and stare at your phone, waiting for Chloe to text you back. You're supposed to be making demos to send out to record labels, yes?"

"I'm just taking some time off," Beca said.

"Sitting and waiting for her to text you isn't healthy, Beca. None of this is good for you," Sheila said, softening slightly.

"I… I just… I miss her," Beca said, terrified she was going to start crying. "And I don't know what to do."

"Well… I think you need to go and see her. You need to know where you stand," Sheila said.

"What if she breaks up with me?" Beca asked.

"Then she breaks up with you," Sheila said. "I know you're going to hate me for saying this but you're only 19, Beca. And I know it'll hurt, but you'll come through it. You can't go on like this."

Beca nodded, but she could already feel her heart breaking. The idea of not being Chloe's girlfriend anymore was more than she could stand.

"I'll drive up tomorrow," she said.

Chloe was not coping well.

Since the incident with the subway sandwich, she'd found it harder and harder to eat, and easier and easier to skip meals.

Aubrey would leave before her every morning because her classes started at 8am. She would leave Chloe some fruit or a power bar or something for breakfast. And Chloe would throw it in the trash on her way to class. She felt guilty, but it was easier than actually eating it.

Lunch was also easy to skip. Aubrey would ask Chloe what she had, and Chloe would lie about grabbing a salad or a sandwich between classes. Even if Aubrey didn't believe her, how would she check?

Dinner was the trickiest, and Chloe would usually cave and eat it with Aubrey and Stacie and the boys. She'd get a salad or soup from the dining hall and try and eat as little as possible, without drawing Aubrey's attention to it. Jesse and Benji would shovel burgers and fries and whatever else they could find into their mouths, and Chloe would always feel a pang of jealousy at how much they seemed to enjoy it.

Apart from evening meals in the dining hall, she only saw Aubrey and Stacie at Bellas rehearsals. She spent every other moment either in classes, the library, or the gym. She'd work out until late at night before going back to hers and Aubrey's dorm. Most times Aubrey would be asleep. Sometimes she'd be up, sitting at her desk and frantically typing away at her laptop. She would always stop working whenever Chloe came in, and would try and make conversation with her. But Chloe would always make an excuse about being tired or needing a shower. She felt guilty every time she saw the look of hurt on her best friend's face, but she couldn't talk to her.

She couldn't let Aubrey know how bad it had gotten. She had to remain in control of this one portion of her life, while everything else seemed to be spiralling out of control.

Her classes had become more and more demanding, and since she didn't share classes with Aubrey anymore, she couldn't rely on her to help her study. She had to read a new book every week and a paper every two weeks.

Bellas' rehearsals had also kicked up a notch. They had to be ready for their Christmas shows, followed by the ICCAs in New York. Alice had them rehearsing every day, and every mistake they made meant the whole group had to do laps around the auditorium.

And looming on the horizon, was Christmas. Chloe didn't couldn't begin to imagine how she was going to cope with Christmas this year. Even if Carol wasn't there, the rest of her family would be. And they'd all have to watch her fail once again at eating Christmas dinner.

But all this was nothing to the guilt she felt over Beca.

God, she missed her.

But she knew she couldn't see her. Couldn't even speak to her. She knew the second she heard her voice she'd break down crying. She knew the second Beca saw her, she'd see just how much she was struggling. She'd see right through any lie she'd try to pull.

She couldn't even bring herself to text her back. Her phone lit up daily with new messages, each one sounding more desperate than the last. But it had gone on too long now. Chloe couldn't just text her that she was fine but busy. Any message she sent would open the floodgates. And Chloe needed to keep them shut.

Beca's thumbs drummed against her steering wheel as she drove. She couldn't remember ever feeling this nervous to see Chloe.

Her stomach was turning, her hands slick against the wheel. Ed Sheeran was playing from her iPod, but even he wasn't helping so she turned it off.

She pulled into the parking lot closest to Chloe's dorm room and got out of her truck before she could change her mind.

She pressed the buzzer for Chloe and Aubrey's dorm room but got no answer. It was after 4pm so she assumed they'd be done with their classes. She walked down to the auditorium. She knew Bellas' rehearsals usually started at 5pm, so maybe she'd be able to catch her before she went in. Even if she just got to see her or a few seconds it would all be worth it.

But when she saw the redheaded girl walking towards the auditorium, it took her a second to recognise her. She seemed smaller, much smaller, than she'd remembered. Her hair was tired up in a loose ponytail, but didn't have its usual shine. And when she walked she kept her head down, eyes fixed on the ground, as if scared she might meet somebody's eye.

"Chloe!" She called out, making her way over.

Chloe froze and she looked up, her eyes locking with Beca's. If she was happy to see her she certainly didn't look it.

"Beca," Chloe said. "What are you doing here?" She sounded surprised but not in a good way. Beca knew immediately that she'd made a mistake coming here.

"I came to see you," Beca said, as if that should have been obvious. "You haven't answered any of my texts or calls or anything. I missed you."

"Yeah, um, I missed you too," Chloe said, looking at the ground. "Sorry about the texts my, um, phone broke, so… Haven't had the chance to get a new one yet."

"Chlo', are you okay?" Beca asked, taking in Chloe's appearance. She was definitely thinner. And her eyes kept darting around, refusing to hold eye contact. Her hands were clenched together. Beca instinctively reached out for them, to hold them, rub them, like she always did when Chloe was stressed out, but Chloe pulled them back as if Beca had burned her. "Chloe?"

"I'm fine," Chloe said, not even bothering to sound convincing. "I just… I need to get to rehearsal. If I'm late they'll make us do laps and-"

"Hey, can you just talk to me for like 5 minutes?" Beca said. Chloe let out a puff of air that could have been frustration. "You can't even look at me. I haven't heard from you in two weeks-"

"My phone broke-"

"You could have facebooked me. Or borrowed Aubrey's phone. Or something. You could have done something," Beca said. Her chest and stomach were hurting and she could feel tears threatening to spill out. "I've been losing my mind, Chloe. You just disappeared. Have I done something?"

"No," Chloe said. "It's not you, it's just… I've been busy. And… And I have to go to rehearsal. I don't… I don't have time for this."

"You mean you don't have time for me," Beca said, feeling like she'd just been slapped.

"I didn't say that," Chloe said, still not looking at her.

"No but that's what you meant. Isn't it?" Beca said, wiping the tears from her eyes. She looked at Chloe, waiting for her to do something. Anything. Waiting for her to tell her she was wrong. That she loved her. Waiting for her to hug her and kiss her and say she was sorry. But Chloe didn't do anything. She just rubbed at her forehead, like she was trying to get rid of a headache, and sighed.

"I have to go," she said.

Beca looked up at the sky and laughed, shaking her head as tears poured down her cheeks. Her heart was breaking, but she needed to know. She needed an answer. "Do you still want to be with me?"

Chloe finally met her eyes, and Beca saw her own pain reflected back in them.

There was a moment when Beca thought Chloe might come to her, but it was shattered when her phone rang in her pocket.

The second it took Beca to look down at her phone was all Chloe needed to turn around and walk away.

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Baby It’s Cold Outside

Christmas fic for @goddessjuliawicker !! Apologies for it being a year late. Time got away from me. @neitherlandslibrary

I. Hate. Snow. The words flashed across Gretchen’s mind with an angry heat intense enough to melt the sudden blizzard around her. She pulled her light sweater closer to her body as she limped along the quickly disappearing path. Every other student ran ahead, hurrying back to their cottage until Dean Fogg could correct the haywire spell one of the naturalists had attempted to cast. They wanted a few snowflakes, isolated, just enough to build a snowman. They had caused all of Brakebills to be victim to a flash blizzard; a record 4 inches had fallen campus wide in 15 minutes.

Someone Gretchen had to crutch another half mile through white-out conditions without falling, or freezing to death, or getting lost. She debated stopping to put on a warmth spell, but she couldn’t afford the time. She would be lucky to make it home without getting lost as it was.

“Gretchen!” A shaggy haired boy that shared a class with her was waving his arms and trying to get her attention. She tried, but couldn’t quite pull his name from her memory. “You’ll never make it!” He ran out and wrapped his coat around her, guiding her away from the path.

“Thanks.” Gretchen stood shivering inside the doors of the Physical Kid cottage.

“I couldn’t let you freeze out there. I’m Quentin.” He held out his hand and Gretchen shook it.

“You could have, it’s just not in good taste.” Eliot Waugh walked into the entryway, a steaming drink in either hand. “Wassail, it’ll help with the cold.”

“Thanks, but-“ Gretchen motioned with her cane in one hand and her books in the other.

“Quentin, take her books upstairs. Put them in the spare room.” Quentin grabbed her books and disappeared upstairs. “I hope you didn’t have any holiday plans, Henry said we’re on lock down until they get all of that taken care of.”

Eliot walked away, not expecting an answer.

Defeated, Gretchen hobbled away from the gaggle of laughing voices and clinking glasses. She was supposed to go home over Christmas break to see her mom, but now she was stuck at school. Worse, she was stuck in a foreign dorm house away from all of her things and friends with no pain meds and a cup of wassail.

She curled up on the couch, bringing her legs as close to her chest as she could. Tears burned at the back of her throat, but she chased the feeling with a swallow of her drink. She laid her head on her head on her good knee and took deep breaths to calm herself. The other end of the couch groaned as someone sat down.

“Look I’m not really good at this,” Quentin stammered, “especially when I don’t really know what’s wrong-“

“Quentin, it’s nice enough of you to save me from freezing to death, you don’t have to be my armchair specialist.” Gretchen offered him a tired smile. “I’ll be fine.”

“Tell me about it? Talking to Eliot and Alice always help to pull me out of … a funk.”

“This is more than a funk.” A small, helpless chuckle bubbled from her lips. “I was supposed to visit my mom for Christmas.”

“There’s always next year.” Quentin shrugged.

“You don’t understand; she’s been sick and I haven’t been able to visit. I should have visited.”

“People get sick. It happens, no big deal. It’s okay.”

“She has cancer!” Unwelcome, desperate tears fell down Gretchen’s face. “She has cancer Quentin. She’s been fighting for her life, and I’ve been here learning magic. And you know what the most idiotic, ironic part of it all is? I’m a healer! But I can’t fix myself, or help her.” Gretchen rubbed her throbbing leg absentmindedly.

“That’s fucked up.”

“Isn’t that the point though? Aren’t we all some level of fucked up?” Gretchen drained what was left of her wassail. “Not to mention, I don’t even get to spend Christmas with my girlfriend, who successfully made it to our cottage and is probably worried sick about me. And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m fresh out of owls to send her a letter.”

“Look, I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do?”

“I could go for some more wassail. And an aspirin if you have any.”

“Sure thing.”

Quentin got up off the couch and headed off. Gretchen rubbed her face and sighed. This was not how she wanted to spend Christmas at all. She tried to look at the bright side, but right now all she could bring to mind was extra time to study and incandescent 6 watt bulbs, colors optional.

The couch moved again, but this time the smell of  old cigarettes, booze, and stale magic gave away Eliot’s identity. Gretchen dropped her hands and sighed.

“So, do you want to ease your pain or forget the next three days?” Eliot held out his hand. Adorning his palm was a rainbow of pills in different shapes and sizes.

“… none of those looks like aspirin.”

“Honey, I surpassed aspirin in the 10th grade.”

“I don’t … so you don’t have any aspirin?”

“No.” Eliot up ended the whole handful of pills into his mouth, causing Gretchen to wince. “Relax they’re placebos. It’s a party trick, freaks Quentin out every time. I don’t have a death wish. Let me take care of your leg though.” Eliot reached out his hands above Gretchen’s leg and began tutting. She frantically grabbed them and pushed them away.

“No! No magic on my leg. I’ll deal with the pain.”

“No magic?” Eliot raised an eyebrow, a bewildered and bemused look crossing his face. “Why? Why not just have the whole thing fixed?”

“It’s part of what makes me a strong magician.”

“When they say magic comes from pain I don’t they mean physical pain…”

“Call me sentimental then, but no magic.  I’ll suffer through the pain.”

“Speaking of pain,” Eliot reached around and grabbed a mug full of wassail off the end table beside him, “I heard you needed more wassail.”

“Thanks Eliot.” Gretchen took a drink. “Why wassail?”

“Eggnog is abysmal, and salmonella is shitty. Plus wassail is warm, and it’s deathly cold outside.” The wind rattled one of the windows of the cottage and the walls creaked and strained with the storm. “Literally.”

“Don’t remind me.” Gretchen took a few deep drinks and pushed herself up off the couch. “Winter sucks, the holiday sucks, and I’m going to take a nap.”

“Second floor, third door on the left.” Eliot said, retreating back to his party and his friends.

Gretchen limped her way upstairs. She opened the door to her room and collapsed on the bed. She finally let loose all the tears that she had been holding back, and she let the loneliness and utterly defeated feeling take over her until she feel into a fitful sleep.

 Eliot sauntered into the room and collapsed on the couch between Margo and Quentin. He laid his feet in Quentin’s lap and his head in Margo’s as he let out an exhasperated sigh.

“Problem in paradise?” Margo asked, running her fingers through his hair.

“We need to give Gretchen a good Christmas.”  

“What happened to being Grinches this year?” She pouted.

“This storm has put a damper on this. Snuffed out the mood.”

“Are you making wind puns?” Quentin asked.

The door to the physical kids cottage slammed open, causing all three of them to jump. Penny strode in, shivering against the cold but still commited to sleeveless fashion.

“Well look who just blew in.” Eliot smirked, causing Margo to roll her eyes.

“Yeah well, mother nature sucks at giving blow jobs.” Penny retorted. “I hate this place.”

“Why are you here then?”

“I tried to travel off campus, and the snowstorm rerouted me on to the front stoop.”

“Look Shaggy the whole gangs here!” Eliot laughed at Quentin’s scowl at his new nickname.

“Right…” Penny side eyed the three of them,  making his way upstairs, no doubt on his way to Kady’s room.

“So, shall we my elves?” Eliot asked, getting up and heading towards the closet that held the cottage’s Christmas decorations.

“Hey if I’m a sexy elf that means I get to sit on your lap later.” Margo called after Eliot as they began turning the house into a wonderland.

 When Gretchen woke up she was starving. She checked the time, surprised to find that it was 9:00 the next morning. She had been emotionally exhausted, but she wasn’t expecting to pass out for fourteen hours. A pair of pajama’s had been placed by the bed for her, and while she had no plans to sleep any more, she wanted to get out of yesterday’s clothes and they were her only option.

She hobbled into the bathroom, grimacing as she worked through her normal morning stiffness. She changed into the provided outfit and cleaned herself up before making her way downstairs to find some food. As soon as she got to the bottom she was overcome by the smell of fresh baked cookies and the sweet, musky oder that could only come from fresh cut pine.

In the kitchen she found fresh coffee and cookies with a friendly sign that read ‘help yourself’. Eliot was dressed in a pair of silk pajamas and had an apron wrapped around his waist as he pulled more cookies out of the oven. He turned around and offered Gretchen a warm smile.

“Merry Christmas! You’re the last one up, so head to the library.”

“What is all of this? Yesterday there were no decorations and now it looks like the North Pole threw up in here.”

“Some stereotypes exist for a reason.” Eliot shrugged.

Gretchen grabbed her coffee cup and made her way to the library. A giant pine had been put up where two of the bookshelves used to be, and underneath was a handful of pristinely wrapped presents. For a moment Gretchen allowed herself to forget about her pain and just absorb the majesty of the tree. Eliot’s usual gang  were all hanging around the tree, drinking coffee and dressed in pajama sets.  They were all paired off on the couches surrounding the tree, with a spot left open next to Margo.

“Good morning.”  Gretchen murmered as she sat down next to Margo.

“Good morning sugar plum.” Margo smiled.

It was a smile Gretchen had seen a hundred times from a hundred different people. It was  a smile she despised, despite its innocent intentions. Margo had never noticed Gretchen before, and had never said two words to her, mean or otherwise. Now a pity smile spread across her face.

“Can I leave now?” Penny asked, rolling his eyes.

“No, for a few hours we are going to sit here together and exchange presents and have a good time.” Eliot said as he walked in with a plate of cookies. “It’s not going to kill you. Besides, there’s even a present for you.”

“When did you have time to do all this? How did you have time to do all of this?” Penny asked.

“I didn’t sleep. Neither did Margo. We took a bunch of uppers and went to London through our pub portal and had some fun. Now, who’s first?”

Eliot handed out gifts to everyone, and Gretchen was content to watch this group of friends open their gifts and to just be included in the festivities. Penny opened a ugly Christmas sweater, sleeveless of course, Kady opened new combat boots, Alice a giant stuffed horse, and Quentin got more Fillory memorabilia. Margo got Eliot a brand new bottle of his favorite scotch, and he got Margo a new outfit from a high end fasion name that Gretchen didn’t recognize.

“Don’t think that we forgot you Gretchen. You’re in our group today.” Eliot handed her an envelope that was stuck in the branches of the tree.

Gretchen tore it open. Inside was a note from Dean Fogg himself, giving her a free week long vacation once the mess outside was cleaned up, regardless if winter break was over or not. Gretchen looked up with pure graditude in her eyes.

“How did you?”

“Henry owed me a favor.” Eliot shrugged, and further pestering was interrupted by the sound of the cottage door being flung open. “Oh good, the other half of your present is here.” Eliot walked into the entry way and came back, Gretchen’s girlfriend trailing behind him.

“Rana? How?”

“It stopped snowing, and Dean Fogg came and escorted me over here. He said it’s going to take them a few days to get the snow taken care of, and it’s still cold as fuck outside, but at least we can spend Christmas together.  Oh, and I brought your meds.”

Rana came and took Margo’s place on the couch, who proceeded to take a seat on Eliots lap in an armchair that he pulled up to their circle.

“Eliot, I…” Gretchen began.

“You don’t need to do thank me or anything. I usually spend Christmas alone or with Henry, so this is a nice change. I enjoyed my time as a Hallmark movie director.”

“At least let me give you a gift.” Gretchen got up and walked into the kitchen, gathering together a scrap piece of paper and a pen. She scribbled down a spell that she created (and was very proud of) and slipped it into an evelope.

Eliot opened it with mild amusement, followed by bewildered confusion as he tried to think through the spell that was before him.

“Wait, is this what I think it is?”

“The spell to cure a hangover.  Complete with variations for preffered flavors. Works for both drugs and alcohol.”

A new respect shown in Eliot’s eyes as he looked up from the paper.

“You know what I think?” He asked no one in particular. “I think this is the perfect excuse to see how much wassail we can drink, so we can put this new present to good use.”

“Gretchen?” Rana asked, pulling her to her chest and nestling her head on her shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“Can we come back next year?”

#Christmas at the Library #The Magicians Syfy #The Magicians

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Dancing Heels 6

Warnings: mentions of non-con and abortion Rated: T Taglist: @oldfashionedvanilla Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist. Drop a review! Love you all! ------------- Ronnie’s screams filled the humid air that surrounded the resort. Jughead, Betty, and Archie’s footsteps muffled under the loud sounds. When they reached the cabin, Archie rushed through the door. The sight of Ronnie took Betty back, she was clutching the sheets, screaming, cursing as she thrashed against the bed. Archie was already next to the bed holding Ronnie’s hand. “Shh, it’s okay. It will get better.” He paused searching her face and brushing her hair back. “Relax.” He said rubbing her head with a damp washcloth. “Jughead, what do we do?” Betty whispered, horrified by the sight. Jughead shook his head, “Archie’s got it.” “No Jug, Archie doesn’t. He’s not a doctor. She’s sick, Jug.” Betty said turning to him with tears in her eyes. Before Jughead could answer, Betty cut him off, “I’m going to get my dad.” She said turning to leave, but Jughead swiftly grabbed her arm stopping her from leaving. “Betty, don’t. Ronnie will get in trouble, she’ll lose her job.” “Jug. She could die. Look at the pain she’s in!” She exclaimed pointing at Ronnie’s red, sweaty composure. “He won’t tell. Patient- Doctor confidentiality.” She told him simply walking out the door. Jughead didn’t try to stop her, he watched her run towards the guest’s side of the resort. He sighed looking back to Ronnie. He knew this was the right thing to do he just hoped things didn’t crash afterwards. Betty ran as fast as her feet took her, each tree flying by quicker and quicker as she got closer to her family’s cabin. She threw herself against the door flying inside, her father sitting on the lazy chair a newspaper in his hand. He stood up at the sight of her, sweaty and disoriented, “Baby what is it? Are you hurt?” Betty shook her head catching her breath. “It's Ronnie, she's one of the dancers, she's hurt bad. She's need a doctor.” Her father didn't respond but instead grabbed his leather black bag and walked out the door. Betty quickly followed him out the door and led him to the cabin where Ronnie laid. As soon as they walked inside, Jughead's demeanor changed. His figure stiff, afraid to move in anyway to offend Mr. Cooper. Hal, Betty's father, sat on a stool by Ronnie’s side. “What happened to her?” He asked feeling her pause. “She was pregnant sir, she isn't anymore.” Jughead explained coldly. Betty walked to his side looking to his stern face. She sighed, she was worried about Ronnie, and Archie's heart, who looked like he was about to break. Hal looked to Jughead his eyes dark, his jaw clenched. “I can only imagine this is your doing.” He paused moving to Ronnies feet. “Surgery?” He asked looking to Jughead. Jughead nodded ignoring his claim, he wasn't going to waste his breath trying to defend his character. It wouldn't matter, with one look at him people like Mr. Cooper already decided he was trouble, a delinquent. Betty was furious at her father for assuming Jughead's role. Betty stepped forward to defend Jughead when he slipped his hand into hers. “Don't.” Jughead whispered pulling her into his side. “This is about Ronnie not me.” Betty nodded wrapping her arm around his waist. He countered holding her waist in return. Hal lifted the blanket off of Ronnie’s legs and ducked his head under, trying to get her some dignity. “Good God.” He muttered before lifting his head out of the darkness. “He butchered her.” Hal sat the blanket down not covering her feet. A pool of blood sat on the mattress. Betty sighed gasped hiding her head in the crook of Jughead's neck. Jughead held her close, his shirt gathering her tears. He rubbed her back and tried calming her with his “shhs”. Hal looked over their way with a scowl. Jughead sent a stern look back to him, warning not to make a scene here. Ronnie was in pain and he needed to focus on her. After an hour of Hal's tinkering and Betty, Jughead, and Archie's worried faces, Ronnie was asleep. Her pain had greatly disappeared, much due to the medicine. Hal stitched up the mess the doctor had made and gave Ronnie pain medicine. “She will improve day by day, but she'll need to rest. She should stay in bed for at least 48 hours, let activity after that.” Hal explained in his best doctor voice, pushing away his dislike for the people in the cabin. “Sir, she will lose her job. If she doesn't work, Keller will come looking for her and if he finds out what happened. Well that will be it! She will be out of here for sure!” Archie explained frantically. He couldn't lose Ronnie, not before he told her he loved her. Hall shook his head, “Don’t worry son. I'll talk to Mr. Keller. I'll tell her she's sick, I won't tell him why.” Archie looked like he was about to cry out of pure happiness. “Thank you sir. Thank you so much.” He said attacking Hal with a hug. Hal chuckled from the surprise of the embrace and patted the red head’s back. “Alright now,” Hal gently pushed him away, “someone will need to stay with her. Give her her medicine, or god forbid she takes a turn for the south. I would stay but my wife will murder me in my sleep if I do.” He looked around to the faces staring back at him. Archie immediately spoke, “I'll be here until she is well.” He assured with a tight nod as if he was a soldier taking command from his chief. Hal nodded briefly and walked towards Betty, who sat on a nearby chair. “Betty let's go.” Hal said abruptly, as he walked by Jughead his voice dropped low. “Keep your filthy hands off my daughter.” He spat before walking out the door Betty in tow. Betty glanced back to her friends, a special look sent Jughead's way. Jughead wanted so much to kiss her before she left but he wouldn't at least not in front of her father. Betty and Hal arrived at their cabin. Betty went to speak but Hal shook his head. “Go to bed, Betty. It's late.” Betty nodded looking down at her feet, she looked up at his stern, tired face. “Thank you daddy.” She reached up to kiss his cheek and went to her room. Betty entered the room quietly knowing Polly was asleep. She closed the door behind her slowly until the click of the doorknob assured her that her parents were sealed out. She slipped into her bed not caring that she was wearing her clothes for the day. Polly laid beside her with her back to her, wake awake. She couldn't sleep after the night she had. Her skin was crawling with the ghost of Jason's fingers. His hurtful words echoed in her head. “I would never marry a stuck up princess like you.” She cried into her pillow praying her sobs were quiet so Betty wouldn't hear. The sun rose on the resort, Archie sat on the floor asleep next to Ronnie’s bed. He had hardly slept on the hard floor, his head racing over Ronnie’s health. Every move Ronnie made or noise that escaped her mouth woke Archie up. His eyes would rove over her like a hawk making sure his nest was secure. Now after pure exhaustion set in, he finally slipped into sleep and stayed there. Ronnie's eyes flickered over to the rays of sun peeking through the window. Her body ached and any shift she made only hurt worse. “Archie”, she croaked out. She didn't know what had happened, she remembered almost falling in the dining hall and coming back to the cabin but the rest was a blur. Archie woke up to the sound of her voice, he was immediately awake and alert. “Yeah Ronnie. I'm here.” He said standing on his knees and scooting closer to her bed. He slipped his hand into hers and rubbed his thumb against her skin. “I'm here. What is it?” Ronnie smiled at their hands, “What happened after we came back here?” Archie noticed her wince and grabbed her medicine and the glass of water he had left there for her. “Here.” He commanded gently helping her take the pill. “I went and got Jughead and Betty.” Ronnie interrupted him, “Betty?” She asked wondering why he'd get them both. “Another story for later.” Archie chuckled moving a stray hair from her face. “Betty got her father, he's a doctor you know. He came and took care of you.” He paused. “That doctor did a number on you Ronnie.” He sighed holding back tears. “We almost lost you.” Ronnie smile softly at him, “thank you for being here Archikins.” Archie smiled back at her but then looked away. Ronnie frowned as he looked away, “hey what is it?” Archie looked back at her, “I love you Ronnie. I think I have for a long time. And yesterday I almost lost you before I could tell you that.” Ronnie smiled at him, she didn't know if she loved him. But he was there for her no matter what. He was handsome too she had always thought so. “Come here.” She said pulling the blanket up inviting him inside. Archie slid inside and shifted to a comfortable position. Ronnie laid her head on his chest. “Archikins, don't leave me.” Archie wrapped his arms around her. “Never.” He assured her kissing the top of her head. Betty woke up to chatter loud through the walls. Her mom and dad were discussing something and it sounds like they were mad about whatever it was. Betty got out of bed and the voices quieted. She threw on her outfit for the day and walked out to the living room. Her mother and father stood there arms crossed. “Sit Betty. We need to talk.” Mrs. Cooper demanded. Betty nodded carefully and sat on the nearby stool. “What is it?” Hal spoke as they agreed he would talk, so Alice wouldn't lose her cool. “Baby, last night, how did you know that Ronnie was sick?” Betty thought about lying, saying that she was walking by when she heard Ronnie’s screams. But she knew better than to lie to her parents, they always knew if she was telling the truth or not. “She's my friend. Archie told me she was sick so I came and got you.” Hal sighed heavily in disbelief over his daughter's actions. “Girls like that are not your friends. And boys like Jughead are not your comforters. Those kids are no good. They will pull you down the drain with them.” “You won't be seeing them again Elizabeth. Do you understand?” Alice asked raising her voice. Betty shook her head, “They are good people. Just because they don't have money or a good job doesn't mean they are bad news. Archie is the sweetest guy you'll ever know. Ronnie is a beautiful person who deserves the goddamn world.” “Betty language!” Betty ignored her mother and continued, “and Jughead. I don't know much about him yet but I do know that he'd take a bullet for the people he loves. Jughead is a masterpiece of a person waiting to be unveiled and I know it. You can forbid me all you want, they're my friends and I won't stay away for long.” Betty exited the room not caring what her parents said in response and went back to Polly who sat still on her bed. She was curled up with her knees to her chest. She barely lifted her eyes as Betty entered the room. “Hey.” Betty acknowledged her softly searching her face. There was something wrong, Betty could tell and it was something bigger than being told she couldn't see her friends. Betty climbed onto the bed and sat a hand on Polly’s knee. “Polly…” With a single word Polly broke. She threw herself into Betty sobbing against her skin. Betty held her tight and rubbed her back. “What's wrong Polly?” “I can't stop feeling his fingers.” Polly admitted between sobs. “Who Polly?” Polly sat up and sucked in her tears. “Jason. He… yesterday, we were by the lake and he touched me. I kept pushing him away, but he wouldn't listen.” Betty's heart broke at her words, “oh Polly. I'm so sorry.” She hugged Polly again. “You have to tell someone. He can't get away with this.” Polly shook her head. “Who am I going to tell? Mom and Dad will kill me for putting myself in that position.” Betty shook her head. “They love you. You have to get help Polly.” Polly sighed with a nod, she would deal with that later. “Betty… yesterday, Jason said something. At first I didn't believe him but I have to ask.” Betty was confused, what would Polly have to ask her? Polly continued. “Jason said that he saw you with Jughead Jones, the dance instructor. He said you two were sleeping together.” Polly paused letting the question sink in. “Is that true?” “No. We're not sleeping together.” Polly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. “But we are… seeing each other? I really don't know what to call it. I mean we've kissed and he was really there for me last night when I was upset about Ronnie.” Polly squealed, “oh my god!... wait who is Ronnie?” “My friend, she's one of the dancers. She was really sick last night but dad helped her.” Betty explained not giving Polly the full run down. Polly began to grill Betty about Jughead Jones and the kiss they shared. Every story making her giggle with excitement. “Okay but seriously! If he hurts you I swear to God I'm coming after him with a butcher knife.” Polly warned causing Betty's eyes to pop out of her head. Betty nodded accepting the terms, “Want to go for a walk? Clear your head from everything?” Betty asked, Polly immediately agreed hopping off the bed to get dressed. They walked together in silence, Polly hugged herself tightly wishing she had done a better job of scrubbing Jason's touch off of her. Betty own thoughts hung on Jughead and how she couldn't kiss him goodnight. And on Ronnie, she hoped she was doing better, that her strength was back. As they neared closer to the main hall, Betty caught sight of Jughead. “Wanna meet him?” Betty suggested softly pointing to where Jughead stood, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. Polly didn't even respond she just began to work over to Jughead. Betty hurried to catch up with her. “Hey Jughead!” Polly yelled grabbing his attention as she walked up to him. He threw a confused look to the approaching figure then turning his gaze to Betty he glared. Betty was trying her best to catch up to Polly as she mouthed “sorry” to Jughead. “Okay Mr.Jones I'm not going to go batshit crazy on you like my parents. Or forbid Betty from seeing you. You make her happy. So keep making her happy because if not you'll have me to deal with!” She threatened with a huff. “Oh boy, I'm worn out now.” Betty laughed at Polly. “I'm gonna go sit by the disc golf and watch the old men play.” Polly said with a deep breath. “Don't forget my warning.” She said motioning that she was watching with her hands. Polly walked away and Jughead hadn't yet said a word. “Well she's something.” Betty laughed and reached for him. “I'm sorry about that.” Jughead shrugged and pulled her close to him, kissing her head. “How pissed is your dad?” “Oh yeah I'm forbidden from seeing any of you.” Betty said without a care in the world. Jughead looked at her, his eyebrows raised. “And yet here you are.” “I told you I don't want that life, and I don't care what my parents think of you, I know you.” Jughead shook his head, “No, Betty, you don't know me.” He took another drag of his cigarette. “You don't know my fucked up life.” Betty looked up at him, “Then tell me.” She said placing a kiss on his lips. He kissed back forgetting that she wasn't supposed to be there, that he was telling her no. He tasted of cigarette smoke, something that Betty never thought she would find attractive but here she was enamored by it. Jughead pulled away slightly, “Come on.” There was something unraveling in Jughead. The rope that curled around his stomach, seemed to loosen with every touch and smile Betty gave him. The walls he had done so well to build were slowly crumbling down. He led her by her hand to his cabin, it mirrored Ronnie's cabin from the night before. A small cot sat in the corner and two bookshelves decorated the walls. Betty looked around at the small abode which was nothing like her family's homey cabin. It was clear the workers here weren't treated like they should. They brought the life to the resort and yet here they were sat in a small corner in small cardboard boxes. Jughead let go of her hand and slipped his leather jacket off his shoulders. Betty took her time letting her eyes travel up and down his muscular arms. She knew he was strong, from the lifts in the studio to the way he threw her against the wall yet seeing his strength before her eyes was something new. Betty reached out to graze her fingers along his arms. Jughead shuddered under her touch. “Here.” He croaked out handing her the jacket. She took it into her hands, examining it under her gentle touch. Betty traced the lettering, running from edge to edge. Jughead watched her fingers, sending a gulp down his throat. He wondered what else her hands could with their gentle touch. “I told you it was a long story.” Jughead started has he sat on his bed. Betty smiled at him softly and took a seat next to him. “I've got time.” She cooed as she slipped on his jacket. Jughead watched her, a low groan escaping from his mouth. She looked damn good in his jacket. He was suddenly imagining what she would look like in just that jacket and nothing else. Betty peered up at him, a smiled crept onto her face. “It's warm.” She paused leaning onto his shoulder. “Tell me a story.” “How about a long one?” He asked a slight tease in his voice. Betty nodded cuddling into his arm. “I was born in a small town named Riverdale. My mom and dad were high school sweethearts. They got married right off, barely even legal.” He chuckled pulling out another cigarette, holding in his mouth to lit it. “Want one?” He offered handing it to her. Betty took it tentatively to her mouth, she glanced at Jughead for guidance. He chuckled, “Put it in your mouth, breath in.” She nodded and took a breath in. “Then, take it away and breath o-” But before Jughead could finish, Betty was coughing, pushing the cigarette back to him. “God that's awful! How do you do that everyday?” She asked finishing out her cough. He laughed softly at her and patted her back. “You alive?” Betty threw her head back up and turned to face him, her hair a strayed mess and her face red. God she's looks adorable. Jughead thought to himself as she smiled at him. “Alive!” She cheered throwing her arms up before curling back into his arms. He took another drag chuckling softly. “Within two years of their marriage, my mom got pregnant with me.” He paused, “things were good but we never had the money for anything but food, sometimes we didn't even need money for food.” He sighed looking at her. “Then my baby sister was born, and suddenly another mouth was too much to feed. My dad turned to alcohol and my mom was fed up. She was the only one taking care of us. She'd yell at him because he wasn't bringing in any money to help us. So he joined a gang, the Southside serpents. They sold drugs and that's how my dad provided for us.” Betty listened rubbing the leather of the jacket between her fingers. “The serpents.” She whispered knowing exactly what was stitched on the back of the jacket. “Were you…” she trailed off not knowing how to ask such a pointed question. “No Baby. My dad was thrown in jail for dealing drugs. He gave me his jacket, to keep safe. To remember him by. I took his jacket and I left. I wasn't gonna go down that path. I wasn't going to become my father.” “Where is your sister? Is she okay?” They had talked about her the other night. She was alive and from what she could tell, doing well. Jughead nodded to her question, “She with my mom in Toledo. She calls me and makes sure I'm okay, she thinks I can't take care of myself.” He said with a smile, something Betty had rarely seen on his face since she had met him. A brief minute of silence settled over them. Jughead stared at the empty bookshelf hanging on his wall, remembering the books he would delve into in his bedroom trying to find solace in the pages. With a soft tremble of words, Jughead focus was stolen. “Thank you for telling me your long story.” Without a second more of waiting, Jughead leaned into kiss her, shedding the jacket onto the floor.

#bughead #riverdale fanfiction #dancing heels #dirty dancing au

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The Girl From the Journal (Pt 4)

Soulmate AU: The Girl From the Journal

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 AO3

–

They could have heard a pin drop. Silence engulfed the room as a table full of open-mouthed individuals leaned forward in their seats, waiting with bated breath to hear Betty’s response to Archie’s life changing question. 

“Elizabeth, are you going to answer the poor boy or are you going to leave him kneeling there like a terrified statue with a diamond ring the size of Texas?” Alice stood from her seat to slam her palm hard against the surface of the dining room table, her eyes wide with desperation as she urged her daughter to make up her mind. 

“Archie, I…” Betty’s throat closed up, the words she was so desperately trying to communicate to him, unable to stumble out of her mouth. 

“I love you, Betty,” Archie told her, his gaze warm and loving as he pressed the ring into her over-turned palm. “It’s been the two of us ever since I could remember and I couldn’t see a future without you in it. I’d be honored if you would agree to spend the rest of your life with me.”

“I just - I - I think that we should talk in the kitchen,” she mumbled, pulling him up by the arm so that he was now in a standing position and dragging him across the room towards the hallway leading out of the dining room. 

Alice beat the couple to the doorway before they could escape, grabbing her daughter’s arm in a firm grip as she leaned in close to her ear. 

“Betty Cooper, think about what you’re going to say to him very carefully,” Alice warned, her fingers tightening around her forearm as her eyes blazed with intensity. “Don’t make a mistake you’ll regret for the rest of your life.” 

“Let go, mother,” Betty snapped, jerking away from her mother’s grip and taking a step away from her. “This is my life. I’m not a child anymore and you can’t control me. So get out of my way.” 

Betty sidestepped Alice to lead Archie into the pristine kitchen, a bead of sweat beginning to form on her forehead as her mind raced with a million different thoughts and emotions that were sure to end in Archie getting his heart broken.

“What’s going on?” he wondered, his brows knitting together in a mix of confusion and concern for the girl next door he had been in love with for so long.

“I’m wondering if you’ve really thought this through, Archie,” Betty explained, her heart racing a million miles a minute in her chest as she paced back and forth in front of the counter. “I mean this came out of nowhere, don’t you think? I - it’s just- marriage? Marriage is a big deal. It’s real and scary and forever. Don’t you get that?”

“Betty, we’ve been dating since our freshman year of high school,” he reminded her. “Some would argue that we had our first date in the sandbox on the first day of Kindergarten. I’d hardly call me proposing to you an event that came out of the blue.” 

“Archie, I’ve barely seen you in two weeks,” she pointed out, her voice coming out much louder than she had intended as she struggled to keep calm. “That’s not normal for a couple that lives only a few miles from one another, not to mention the fact that our parents are still neighbors and that the schools we work at are right down the road from each other.” 

“You know how busy I’ve been with the team,” he mumbled, a defensiveness to his tone that Betty recognized from the hundreds of other times he had used this as an excuse not to be in the same room as her. “I promised the school board that I would get the high school football program back to where it used to be when we were students there. That hasn’t been easy.” 

“I know that,” she breathed, her voice attempting a note of sympathy, but mostly coming out as tired and frustrated. “I love that you’re so passionate about being a football coach, Arch, but I wish that you would save some of that passion that you have for the sport and use it in your relationship with me.” 

“Betty,” Archie took a step towards her, but she quickly moved out of the way as her gaze dropped to the gold and brown etchings in the marble countertop.

“I realized something over the past few weeks that I think we both need to hear right now,” she explained. “We’ve been together for so long that I think we’ve forgotten what it feels like to just be alone and to not worry about anyone else but ourselves. I think I’ve missed that. And if you’re being honest with yourself, I think you’ve missed it too.” 

Betty ran her fingers through her long blonde locks, a habit she had grown accustomed to on the rare occasion she wore her hair down so that it spilled over her shoulders in golden waves. 

“When we were apart these past two weeks, I found myself feeling that sense of clarity that comes with being on your own and discovering the way you see yourself instead of how someone else sees you, that I haven’t been able to feel over the past few years. It’s been really good for me and I think we need to explore that more,” Betty’s heart pounded frantically in her chest, her words carrying a sense a finality that she hadn’t realized they held until that moment. “As much as I care about you, I think it’s what I need right now.” 

“You’re breaking up with me.” It wasn’t a question, simply a statement laced with disbelief and hurt that made Betty’s heart lurch in her chest. 

“Archie, I’m just-”

“After a ten year relationship, I propose to you and your response is that you would rather be alone than to marry me,” Archie snapped, his cheeks red with anger as he glanced around the room for something, anything, that would reveal this moment to be a nightmare instead of a twisted version of reality that he never asked for. “Is this really happening right now?”

“Arch, I don’t want to hurt you,” Betty muttered helplessly, her eyes pleading with him to understand that she still cared for him the way she always had. “I know you don’t understand it right now, but this is the best thing for the both us.”

“I can’t see how living in a world where we’re not together, is the best for either of us.” 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her eyes prickling with tears as she backed out of the kitchen and headed for the door leading into the backyard. “I really am.” 

She hated herself for hurting him. She hated herself for letting her uncertainties and concerns about their relationship go unspoken for so long. And more than anything, she hated that all she wanted to do after ending a relationship that had been a significant constant in her life since she was five-years-old, was to run away to a place that was silent and still and secluded so that she could read the journal that the stranger with the dark hair and soulful eyes had given to her earlier that evening. She knew it was wrong. But she couldn’t push the feeling out of her mind. And what made it even worse was that part of her didn’t even want to. 

–

Jughead liked the stillness of walking along the empty streets of downtown Riverdale after dark. Most nights he found himself taking a stroll past the locked-up store fronts and kiosks to find a bench that overlooked the traffic light above the main intersection in the square. He could watch it blink yellow for hours, some days staying until the sun peeked its way up above the horizon and the stoplight changed back to its regular routine, the green and red blinking on suddenly and overtaking the yellow completely. More often than not, he would only come across one or two late-night travelers heading home from a long day of work or a dinner date that lasted too long. What most people wouldn’t understand was that he didn’t mind the solitude. In fact, after his father left him when he was sixteen he had grown accustomed to the feeling of being alone in a way that he almost craved it. He never needed much company other than the girl from his journal and his sister Jellybean. He never had to worry about anyone other than himself, and that was alright with him.

That is, until he met Betty Cooper. 

As he sat on the exact same bench in front of the exact same traffic light on this particular night, he found the loneliness to feel more constricting that it normally did. There was a weighted shadow on his heart that hadn’t been present any of the other nights he had spent sitting there and was now likening him to the knowledge that there should have been someone accompanying him on that street corner. 

“It’s never going to change you know.”

A distant smile formed on his lips at the sound of Betty’s voice, the fateful timing of her appearance oddly fitting for the circumstances of which they had met earlier that same day. 

“No matter how long you stare at it, it’ll keep flashing yellow until about 6:00am,” her tone was light and playful, but there was a sadness evident in the faint dimness settled into the clear emerald of her eyes that Jughead noticed as he turned in his spot on the bench to meet her gaze. 

“I like it like this,” he told her, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees as he continued to watch the light blinking in front of him. “It reminds me of watching the fireflies in my backyard on summer nights when I was a kid. I was always so fascinated by the way they blinked in and out of color so effortlessly. I remember thinking that I had never seen anything so beautiful and elegant before and I was so mesmerized that it would take my mom hours to get me inside. I could’ve stayed out there for hours if she had let me. Anyway, that’s how I feel when I watch this traffic light most nights. As crazy as that sounds, that’s what I think of when I look at it.” 

“An elegant traffic light,” Betty nodded slowly, a look of skepticism present on her face as she took the seat next to Jughead. “Okay, I think I’ve officially heard everything now.” 

“Yeah, well I’ve had a lot of nights to think about it,” he muttered, leaning back onto the bench and adjusting his leg on the pavement so that his jean-clad knee was dangerously close to bumping into her bare one.

“It’s so quiet out here,” she whispered after a moment, pulling her cardigan down her wrists so that they covered her hands, the fabric crumpled into a ball in her fists as she fought a cold chill from overtaking her body. 

“So are you,” he noticed, his mind drifting back to the rambling mess of a girl who returned his journal to him earlier that morning and noticing how calm she seemed at this particular moment. “I know I’ve only known you for a day, but even I can tell you’re not yourself right now.” 

Betty turned her face away from Jughead so that he wasn’t able to notice the tears beginning to form at the corners of her eyes. She let them drift close for a moment as she attempted to stop the drop of liquid from rolling down her cheek.

“I think I really hurt someone tonight,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper as she took in a ragged breath. “And I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to make it right.” 

He wanted to reach out and wipe the tear that he knew had escaped her swiping, cardigan-clad fingers, but knew that was impossible. Instead he turned his gaze back to the yellow glow of light reflecting off the puddle of water on the street in front of him and tried to keep his distance. 

“Well I can’t speak for Betty Cooper, sad and beautiful girl resting on a bench on the corner of Third and Crescent, but the girl from the journal?” Jughead turned his head slightly to meet her tear-filled eyes with a reassuring smile. “She wouldn’t do anything unless she felt it was right in her heart. Her heart is my favorite thing about her. And it has rarely ever failed her.” 

“I’m starting to think that we were both wrong about that,” she admitted quietly. “Maybe I’m not her after all. I don’t think I could ever live up to the words you’ve written about this girl. This fictional girl. She’s so strong and brave and inspiring. I’m slowly realizing that I’m not any of those things. And maybe I don’t deserve to be.” 

“That proves to me you haven’t read it yet,” he said confidently, his gaze flicking down to her now-folded hands resting comfortably on her lap. “Because if you had read it, you wouldn’t be saying any of this right now.”

Both were quiet a moment as they let Jughead’s words sink in, Betty’s lips quirking into an amused smile as a thought crossed her mind and realization took over her expression. 

“You called me beautiful,” she beamed, turning to narrow her eyes at him and smiling even wider as she watched him squirm uncomfortably on the wooden paneling beneath them .

“I did no such thing.” 

“You did,” she countered, a look of smug accomplishment making its way onto her face as she sat up straight to cross one leg over the other. “Just now, you said ‘Betty Cooper, sad and beautiful girl sitting on a bench.’ 

“I think you’re hearing things.” 

“Yeah well it wouldn’t be the first time,” she muttered, warranting a confused glance from Jughead as he met her gaze with furrowed brows and curious eyes. “Don’t ask.”

“Wasn’t going to,” he told her, a faint smile resting on his lips as he turned to stare amusedly at the soft features of her profile, the angle of her chin and the way the right side of her mouth quirked up and left the other side to rest still and slightly lopsided in the most beautiful way possible causing his breath to catch slightly in his throat. 

“What?” 

“Nothing,” Jughead turned his gaze back to the puddle, biting his bottom lip as he attempted to stop the ever-growing smile that was still creeping onto his face.

“No, seriously, do I have something on my face?” she asked, her hands flying up to frantically swat at her cheeks in her attempt to remove any unwanted critters from finding refuge on her skin. “Is it a bug? Please tell me it’s not one of those mothy looking creatures with the big wings and the antennas that look like they could poke your eye out if-”

“It’s not that,” he assured her quickly. “Do you have the journal with you?” 

“Yeah, it’s right here,” she nodded, pulling the leather-bound book from her purse and setting it delicately on her lap. “Why?”

“Flip to page 34,” he instructed without answering her question, standing from the bench quickly and taking a step down the sidewalk away from the bench and the traffic light and the girl with the journal resting comfortably in the palms of her hands. “Read that passage and then try to tell me that I wasn’t writing about you.” 

Betty frantically flipped through the inked-soaked pages to find the passage Jughead was referring to, her eyes scanning over his words and absorbing every verb and syllable like they were a precious treasure meant to be treated delicately. 

She had a habit of tugging the sleeves of her sweaters over her fingers, balling the fabric into her fists as if she were trying to hide her hands from the rest of the world. Like they had a secret that the world wasn’t ready to hear, and the pastel pink cotton was her way of concealing it before anyone could figure out what it was. It drove her mother insane. The fabric never quite settled back into all the right positions again, and for someone who craved order the way a moth craved the yellow glow of a streetlamp, it drove her up the wall. And part of her -  the twisted, dangerous side that only a rare few had the pleasure of witnessing - found a sense of joy in this that scared her in more ways than one. 

“Wait,” Betty slammed the journal shut, springing from the bench and sprinting around the corner to catch up with Jughead. “What’s happening? I mean the journal, you and me? This is crazy right?” 

“Maybe,” he shrugged, turning on his heel to take a few steps closer to Betty, the blinking yellow glow of the traffic light bouncing off the windows of the buildings surrounding them. “But I’ve learned to understand that sometimes the craziest things in our lives turn out to be some of the best gifts to ever be given to us. I believe that. Do you?” 

“I’m starting to,” she breathed, her heart pounding so fast that she thought it might jump right our of her chest. 

“Goodnight, Betty,” Jughead smiled faintly to himself as he backed away from her and began heading back down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. 

“Jughead!” 

Betty pounded down the sidewalk again, pulling on his shoulder so that he spun around to face her. The movement - frantic and unbalanced - caused Betty to trip on a cracked piece of pavement, lurching forward and nearly faceplanting onto the asphalt laid out before them. Jughead reached out to catch her at the exact right moment, one hand clamped firmly around her waist and the other grazing the smooth skin of her palm before she lifted it to rest on his cheek. 

Betty held her breath as her fingers connected with his skin. There was that spark again. A surge of something so much stronger than electricity that neither of them could explain. Betty’s fingers tingled against the cool skin of Jughead’s cheek, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was exactly where her hands were meant to be at this very moment. This was exactly where she was supposed to be at this moment. And even though she had told Archie she needed to be alone, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this meeting wasn’t a random coincidence brought on by chance and a little bit of luck. This was fate. And the journal was how it all came together. 

“What now?” Betty breathed, her face so close to his that she could see every mole and freckle on his smooth skin that the dim moonlight allowed her to see. “What happens next to the girl in the journal?”

“I guess you’ll just have to read it to find out,” Jughead told her for the second time that night, removing himself from their embrace and smirking to himself as he glanced from the journal that she was clutching in one hand, to the stunned look resting on her o-shaped mouth and wide green eyes, and back to the traffic light. 

Betty watched as he made his way down the sidewalk, her shoulders hunching slightly in defeat as she stumbled back to the bench and flipped open to the first entry in the journal. She had found the solitude that she had been craving a few hours before. But she couldn’t help but feel an absence next to her where Jughead had just been, causing her heart to flutter in her chest as she began to read his words, her gaze never once leaving the pages in front of her until the sun nudged its way over the tall buildings of downtown Riverdale and the traffic light blinked green again.  

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[dyde21]

Mechanic 14: The Illness

I’m super sorry for the delay. I’ll explain a little more after, but I’m sorry. Really long chapter ahead. 

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Pyrrha woke up slowly that morning. Her sleep had been deep, and if she dreamed she certainly couldn’t remember it. That was fine for her though, her dream had already come true. Memories of going out with Jaune played through her head, as a smile subconsciously grew on her face. She remembered waking up yesterday, afraid that the night out had just been a dream, but her new scroll background of them that Alice had taken was a constant reminder that it wasn’t just a dream.

Stretching out in her bed a bit, she let her body relax again. It was still a little early for her, Jaune wasn’t due to come visit for their morning work out for a little while.

She hadn’t seen him since she had… kissed him goodbye. Butterflies were building up in her stomach at the thought of meeting him again. Pyrrha tried to convince herself that nothing was different. After all, they had already been training closely for months, which meant they had really gotten to know each other. Challenging each other with real weapons, and pushing your limits was a good way to bond with someone.

But still, her teenage mind couldn’t ignore the fact that some was different. She had kissed him. On the lips. Something she knew neither of them had ever really experienced before. Even if she wanted to act like always, her confidence was a little shaken on if she actually could.

She was ripped from her internal monologue when her scroll lit up and suddenly started buzzing. Her eyes widened as she quickly grabbed it, her heart stopping for a moment. Jaune wasn’t supposed to be here for an hour, was her clock wrong? She didn’t want to keep him waiting. Right before she answered, she noticed the picture was different. It wasn’t Jaune’s smiling face that she had snapped a picture of one day while training, but rather it was Alice, grinning with a thumbs up.

Why would Alice be calling her of all things? Her stomach dropped as her mind began to race through all the possibilities, most of them not being good. At all.

“Hello?” Pyrrha asked frantically answering the call.

“Pyrrha! It’s… It’s Jaune! Please… help…” Alice’s voice sounded frantic and desperate.

Pyrrha’s heart stopped as she sat up suddenly. She tried to place her hand on the side of the bed, but she missed as she leaned too far, falling partly out of the bed as he scroll tumbled across the ground and she let out a small yelp of surprise. Reaching out a hand, still half in the bed and half on the ground, the scroll flew to her.

“Alice? What’s wrong?” She asked frantically. “What happened?”

At this point Jane and Ren were sitting up in their beds, rubbing their eyes as they tried to figure out why their teammate had suddenly fallen out of her bed and was a freaking out so early in the morning.  Usually she crept out to work out with Jaune before any of them were up. They slowly became more alert as they realized something must be wrong, save for Nora who was still just sleeping away blissfully.

“It’s Jaune. Pyrrha he…” Her voice sounded desperate and Pyrrha felt a fist close around her heart. What could have her so panicked?

“He’s got a cold.”

Pyrrha froze. “What?” She asked, utterly surprised.

“He’s got a cold.”

Pyrrha slumped down on the ground, letting out a massive sigh, her heart-rate returning to safe levels again.

“Alice… that wasn’t fun.”

On the other end of the call Alice was now cracking up. “Sorry! Sorry! You just sounded so worried when I called you. You get so cute when you’re worried about your precious little boyfriend.”

Pyrrha just continued to lay half on the ground, half on the bed for a moment, trying relax. She waved off Ren and Jane, who seemed to understand that whatever it was was dealt with, before they rolled over and went back to sleep.

“So why did you call me so early in the morning? A simple message would have sufficed to say practice was canceled.” Pyrrha was a bit surprised by the disappointment in her own voice when she mentioned calling off their training session. She really was looking forward to it more than she knew.

For once, Alice actually sounded a bit worried. “Yeah, here’s the thing. Jaune normally doesn’t get sick. You think he would, with all his clumsiness, but he’s normally fit as a fiddle. Always has been. But when he does get sick… it’s not good. It hits him hard. He’ll bounce back but…” She trailed off, concern dripping from her voice.

“I see.” Pyrrha offered, feeling her own level of concern quickly rising.

“It’s a bad time for us. Mom and Dad have to run the shop today to manage the orders. The rest of our sisters are either away at school, busy with work, or helping out Mom and Dad. I have to leave for a mission, otherwise I would stay. I really really want to, but this is important. Can you come over and check in on him? Please?” Alice asked, surprisingly sincere in her tone.

Pyrrha smiled softly. “Of course. I planned on stopping by once I heard he was sick anyway.”

Alice let out an audible sigh of relief. “Leave it to his girlfriend.” She mumbled to herself. “Heads up, he can be a bit… defiant when sick.” Alice offered meekly.

Pyrrha raised an eyebrow, but figured she’d find out soon enough.

“I’ll send you the address of our home. I don’t think you’ve been over there yet. I’ll leave a spare key under the pot outside the door. Please, help yourself to anything you find there. I’ll let my mom know you’re coming over and I’m sure she’ll leave you some goodies.” Alice explained.

Pyrrha smiled. “There’s no need. I’m glad I can help.”

A soft sigh was heard from the other side of the call. “Jaune got lucky with his girlfriend. Didn’t you Jaune?”

A weak groan was heard faintly in the distance.

Another concerned sigh escaped Alice. “He agrees. Well, there’s no rush, but do try to make it over when you can.”

Frowning at the groan, she realized Jaune did not sound good.

“Gotcha. Don’t worry about it Alice. I’ll head over soon. Just focus on your mission, you can’t get hurt either.”

Alice just laughed. “Now I got kids worrying about me. Got it. I’ll head out now. Thanks again, honestly.” She offered before she ended the call.

Getting up finally, Pyrrha stretched her back. Her morning grogginess was certainly dealt with by this point. What an interesting wake up call, so to speak.

Looking over, she noticed Jane was looking at her again with a tired, yet curious look.

“Jaune’s sick. I’m going to head over to take care of him, let Ren and Nora know?”

Jane nodded. “Tell him we wish him well.” She mumbled out in a tired drawl before she rolled over, passing out again.

Smiling, Pyrrha quickly gathered her stuff for a morning shower before getting ready for the day.

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Before long, Pyrrha was walking tentatively down the streets of the residential district of Vale. She hadn’t found herself down these streets too many times before. Most of the people she knew lived at Beacon, so she hadn’t exactly had any reason to venture over here.

Comparing the map on her scroll to the street signs, she found she seemed to at least be getting closer to the zone where he lived.

After checking the time, she began to hurry her pace. Logically, she knew that he was fine. He was just fighting a common bug according to Alice, and just needed some rest. But the idea of him being home alone, stuck in bed and sick made her nerves act up.

Her pace only quickened as her frustration about being unable to find the house began to get to her. Normally gifted with the patience of a saint, her friends being trouble often made quick work of it. However before long she found a house matching the description Alice had sent her, and the address matched up. Letting out a sigh of relief, she quickly made her way to the house, hoisting her backpack tighter over her shoulder. She had decided to bring some supplies, figuring that she would likely be at the house for the most of the day. Ren had even overheard the explanation, and prepared some stuff for Jaune as well with Jane’s help.

She knocked once, hoping that if Jaune was up he would hear that she was there so he wouldn’t be surprised. It took her a moment to find the right plant as she reached underneath it, pulling out the spare key.

Unlocking the door, she stepped in a bit nervously. Noticing a few pairs of shoes near the door, she quickly slipped out of hers, placing them neatly to the side as she finally entered.

Pyrrha honestly wasn’t sure what to expect when it came to his house. The store was a nice, warm, rural looking metal-shop. The outside blended in the rest of Vale, but the inside definitely felt more remote and cozy, less urban so to speak.

Their house followed the same suit. While the outside looked like every other house in the district, the inside definitely felt more lived in. Tons of pictures littered the walls, all of the Arc children at different ages. Inside the main room just to the side of the entrance was a massive fire place, a rather large TV, and quite a large number of seats in there. A couch and a couple of chairs. Pyrrha guessed they certainly tried to have a spot for every Arc child if they happened to be visiting. Various metal pieces of art decorated the room occasionally, while there was a shelf dedicated to awards the children had gotten for various accomplishments, some combat some not.

Perhaps most surprisingly, was how clean the house was. While Pyrrha knew that all the children didn’t live there, a large family usually meant that a house looked “loved” and a little worn down, but this house was kept very clean. She couldn’t know if they had cleaned it up for her, but based off her interactions with Mrs. Arc she had a feeling the mom ran a very tight ship and the kids were used to picking up after themselves.

Shaking her head, trying to free herself from the curiosity of seeing Jaune’s home for the first time, she pulled her bag off her shoulder, placing in on a chair as she tentatively took a few steps.

“Jaune?” She called out, in an awkward loud whisper. She wanted him to know she was there, but she didn’t want to wake him up if he was sleeping and she couldn’t decide how loud to speak.

Suddenly there was a loud thump, and the sounds of something scraping against the wall.

Jumping slightly, Pyrrha quickly made her way through the two storied house, trying to locate the source of the noise. “Jaune?” She repeated, her pulse racing.

“…yra…”

Pyrrha had almost missed the soft groan as she froze, turning her head and looking down a hallway.

“Jaune!” She shrieked out in panic.

The blond was laying face down in the hallway, his arm outstretched. A couple photos were scattered about the ground.

“Jaune!” She repeated, running to him and crouching down nervously as she touched his forehead. Her stomach dropped at the little groan he let out. He was burning up with a fever, but seemed to be fine overall. She gently helped him to his feet, throwing one of his arms over her shoulder as she began to lead him back towards the open door, assuming it was his room.

His head slumped as he struggled to walk with her.

“What were you thinking?” She asked worriedly, trying to keep annoyance out of her voice as her worries bubbled up.

“I heard you enter, I was trying to greet you…” He answered in a hoarse voice.

A soft groan escaped Pyrrha, who would have face-palmed if she could have without jostling Jaune.

“You’re sick Jaune. You should stay in bed.” She scolded lightly.

“But it’s rude…” He mumbled out, his eyes drooping.

“So is making me worry.” Pyrrha replied, exasperated. She pulled back the sheets on his bed, helping him in it as she quickly pulled the sheets up.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, forcing his eyes open as he tried to look at her, pouting slightly. It was clear just how honest he was about the apology.

Looking like a sick puppy, Pyrrha felt her heart break. Mumbling under her breath about it wasn’t fair how cute he looked when sick, she knew there was no possible way she could be mad at him. That, and the fact he was sick was keeping her in a constant state of concern and worry.

She rested a hand on his forehead, getting a general feel of his temp.

Jaune sighed softly, liking the cool feeling of her hand.

“You’re burning up. I’m getting you medicine, water, and a cool cloth. Don’t move.” She ordered softly, rolling up the sleeves in her hoodie.

Knowing that she was likely going to be sitting around most of the day, caring for Jaune she had decided to dress for comfort. She was in a pair of sweatpants, with a black tank top and a hoodie. Normally she preferred to be a little more composed when away from her room, but she hoped that if Jaune saw her relaxing in normal clothes, he might be a little more at ease as well. She knew he would feel guilty about being cared for, so the more she could downplay it, the better.

Jaune just groaned in response as Pyrrha left the room.

Now facing a new problem, Pyrrha stopped in the hallway. She had no idea where anything in his house was. But, he couldn’t exactly give her a tour at the moment. She also didn’t want to snoop around their house and invade their privacy just looking for a bathroom. To start at least, she picked up the pictures off the floor she figured Jaune had knocked off when trying to stumble his way towards her.

Letting out a mildly frustrated sigh, she figured she should at least start with what she knew. She had seen the kitchen looking for Jaune. That would be good for water, and hopefully a cool cloth. She had brought medicine that Ren had provided, so that part would be covered.

Opening a few cabinets, she managed to find the glasses so she got some cold water from the sink. Fishing around her bag for a moment, she managed to find the medicine Ren had given her. Staring at the kitchen, she tried to guess where a cloth could be.

There was one hanging on the door to the oven, but she wasn’t going to use a dirty rag to comfort Jaune. Taking a guess, she moved over to the dishwasher and opened a few doors. She mumbled an apology to the house for accidentally “snooping” but after a few tries she had managed to find a drawer full of clean rags.

Feeling successful, she quickly ran it under the tap and soaking it in as cold of water as she could manage. Once it was sufficiently soaked, she wrung it out, getting rid of most of the water. Now, taking the glass, rag, and medicine she quickly made her way back to Jaune’s room. Much to her annoyance, she saw Jaune sitting up in the bed again, one leg thrown over the side as if he was trying to maneuver himself to stand up again.

“Jaune!” She said, her tone slipping into a slightly maternal one, not so much anger but disappointment lacing her tone.

Jaune flinched, shrinking back slightly. “It’s not fair to just sit around…”

Pyrrha set down the glass of water on the table near Jaune, along with the medicine with a sigh. She ran a hand through her hair with a sigh. Alice was right, Jaune certainly seemed to be much more defiant when sick. She had a feeling that the day might be longer than she thought at this rate.

Turning back, she saw Jaune now had both feet on the ground.

“Jaune!” She repeated.

Jaune just smiled at her weakly. “I feel fine.”

It was hardly a convincing lie. She could see how his eyes drooped, his he looked flush and his arms shook slightly with the effort of keeping himself up.

Pyrrha knew she had to nip this in the bud quickly, for both of their sakes.

Moving over, she knelt down in front of Jaune, staring at him gently but sternly at eye level.

“Jaune. You’re sick, and seeing you sick makes me sad. Seeing you push yourself when you need rest only makes me worry, okay? You just need to rest, and let me take care of you. I want you to be back on your feet soon, but that won’t happen unless you properly rest.” She explained gently, not breaking eye contact.

Jaune stared at her through tired eyes, nodding weakly. “I understand. The Vytal festival is coming up, I don’t want to distract you or worry you. You should be preparing with your team, not babysitting me.”

Pyrrha just let out a soft sigh. Leave it to Jaune to be worried about her when he can barely get out of bed. For all his clumsiness, he had an honest heart.

Reaching up slowly she messed with his hair a bit. “You’re very kind for worrying about me, but relax. My team is ready for the festival. We just need to make sure we get some rest, and that we’re on the top of our game for when it starts. A day to relax is perfect for me, and I will be able to get some studying done as well.” She explained with a soft smile. “But all that doesn’t matter. What matters is your health Jaune. The only thing I care about right now is seeing you healthy again. The rest can wait.”

Jaune just stared at her for a moment before letting out a sigh, and smiling. “I understand. I’m sorry.”

Pyrrha just stood up, beaming. It seemed Jaune finally got the message. Leaning forward, she kissed his forehead. “There’s nothing to apologize for. Now take this medicine and get some sleep.” She said, holding out the glass of water and the pill.

Jaune stared at it for a moment, clearly not enthused about the idea of taking medicine, but after her little speech he wasn’t going to be defiant to her again. Popping the pill in his mouth and taking a swig of water, he quickly swallowed it before looking at her with a small smirk. “Happy now?” He croaked out in a weak voice.

Unable to hold back her laughter Pyrrha just pat his head again. “Very. Now get some more sleep, you look like you’re about to pass out.”

Jaune just nodded, slowly laying back down in the bed.

Pulling up his sheets, Pyrrha grabbed the cloth that was still cold. Reaching over, she brushes his hair away from his forehead before she laid cloth over it. Smiling slightly at the appreciative sigh that escaped his lips as she saw him visibly relax. She stood up to leave, pausing at the door.

“I’ll be in the front room. Call if you need anything. When you wake up I’ll make you lunch.” She offered.

“Thanks, Pyrrha. My mom left pie for you on the counter. Feel free to use anything here.” He offered, his voice slurring slightly as he struggled to stay awake. A moment later, he was out cold.

Pyrrha flicked off the light, closing the door but leaving it open just a crack.

Taking a deep breath, Pyrrha let a long sigh of relief. Jaune was just sleeping now, she had seen for herself that he’d be fine. Now she could relax.

Moving to the front room, she paused near the kitchen. The smell of the pie that she had ignored for Jaune’s sake earlier, was calling to her. As she walked over to it, she saw a note leaning against it.

“Thank you taking care of our boy.

Please, help yourself to this pie or anything you find in the kitchen! We’ll be back tonight.

-Momma Arc”

Pyrrha smiled softly at the note, before noticing the plate, fork, and knife sitting off to the side of the pie. She had eaten a brief healthy breakfast before she headed over, so she could afford to spoil herself. At least, that was how she reason it. If there was one downside to being so close to Jaune, it was that his cooking and a family was a bit of a nightmare for anyone watching what they were eating.

Taking herself a small slice, she moved over to the front room after grabbing a napkin. Setting down the plate, she pulled her bag to the couch and began to pull out her textbooks. She would want to be with Jaune when he woke up, so if she was going to be productive at all today, her chance would be while he was sleeping.

So she set to work, reviewing for the last major test they would have before the Vytal festival start in just over a week.

She had only managed to open her books when she was surprised by the sound of a bark. It was faint, sounding distant. She ignored it at first, but a second bark made her pause. Standing up, she turned and began to follow the noise. Now that she thought about it, she remembered Jaune talking about their family owning a dog. They had to leave it at home, due to the shop being an inconvenient place to keep a pet due to it’s location, so Pyrrha had never seen it on any of her visits. Only hearing stories of it from Jaune and his family. In her worry for Jaune, it had completely escaped her mind.

Eventually finding her way to a back glass door, she saw a note taped to it. “Open if you don’t mind dogs, otherwise he’s fine out back today. He has food and water. Careful, he’s affectionate.”

Pyrrha smiled, seeing the dog staring at her through the door half in curiosity, half in aggression of a new intruder.

Crouching down, Pyrrha opened the door slightly. She was rather fond of most animals, and found Zwei to be adorable. This dog was more of a beast though. Large enough to be a huntsman’s hunting hound.

Holding out her hand gently, she made sure to have her aura ready just in case. The dog could only fit it’s snout through the opening of the door, as it sniffed her scent. After a moment, it licked her hand and Pyrrha opened up the door completely.

The large beast of the dog barreled in, knocking Pyrrha over as it began it’s assault, licking her face as it’s tail wagged happily.

“Stop! Stop!” She cried helplessly as she fell victim to his onslaught. Eventually she managed to push it away, holding it at an arms length as she read it’s collar.

“Kaito, huh?” She read aloud, earning a soft “borf” from the dog.

Glancing down to make sure the dog wasn’t bringing in mud from the yard, she closed the back door and went back to her books. Pausing to listen to see if Jaune had woken up during the incident, the silence told her he was still fast asleep.

Satisfied, she went back to her books and began reading while the dog laid at her feet, still sniffing curiously but obviously accepting her presence in the home.

A few hours later, she closed her book with a sigh. Her homework was done, and she could relax now. She could study later, but for now she could focus her attention on making sure Jaune recovered. She was about to go check on him when she suddenly heard a raspy voice.

“Pyr-rha?” Jaune’s gruff voice suddenly said, before apologizing when he saw her jump.

In a flash she was standing up, her hands hovering near him as she struggled to figure out how she could help him. “Are you okay? How are you feeling. You shouldn’t be up right now! Do you have a fever? What do you need?” She said, caught off guard completely by his sudden appearance.

Jaune smiled weakly. “I feel a little better. The world seems to be spinning less.” He offered.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Pyrrha smiled. It seemed the medicine was working if his dizziness was going away. When she heard his stomach growl, she smiled even more. An appetite was good. Food was good. “Hungry?” She asked gently.

Nodding meekly, Jaune smiled. “A little.”

Letting out a chirp of a laugh, Pyrrha just smiled and patted his head. “Please, sit down. I’ll start making you some soup right away. Ren prepared some stuff this morning so it shouldn’t take as long.” She explained, grabbing the supplies from the kitchen she had stowed in there earlier, when she took a break from studying.

Jaune was about to say something when his eyes widened. Before Pyrrha could ask what was wrong, Jaune made a sprint towards one of the rooms. Judging by the sounds that soon followed, Jaune had found the bathroom and was currently hurling the contents of his stomach into the toilet.

Wincing, Pyrrha let out a sigh. That certainly wasn’t pleasant, but sometimes throwing up was just what someone needed to feel better. Knowing better than to embarrass him by checking on him while he was throwing up, she just got another glass of water ready for him, waiting for him by the couch with a concerned frown. A few minutes later Jaune returned, looking a little paler.

“Here, sip this water. It should help a little.”

Jaune just nodded before he took a sip, still seemingly out of it as he plopped down on the couch, Kaito jumping up and cuddling with him immediately.

Looking over her shoulder, Pyrrha couldn’t help but snicker at seeing the massive beast huddling all over Jaune, it’s muzzle resting on Jaune’s shoulder. “It seems someone is worried.”

“Kaito can be a little affectionate.” Jaune offered, before breaking down into a fit of coughs.

Frowning with concern, Pyrrha paused her preparation in worry. Thinking for a moment, she went back to the fridge and came back with a small bowl. Inside were little skewers of various fruits. “Snack on these, Jane prepared them earlier as well. Said they always help her feel better when she’s feeling sick.”

Nodding, Jaune began to eat one of them. Eyes widened slightly, he was surprised by the taste. There seemed to be a coating of honey. “These are good.” He praised, eating another one.

“Go slow, but I’ll tell her you said that.” Pyrrha offered, smirking as he found the secret of them. Pyrrha was surprised herself when she first had tried one earlier in the year when she had gotten sick. Of course getting them out of the house without Nora eating them was always a bit of a trick, but she had slept through the morning chaos which was helpful.

Satisfied that Jaune was sufficiently pampered for the moment, she went back to preparing the soup. Ren had given her perfectly clear instructions, and unsurprisingly Jaune’s house was stocked as well as a professional kitchen which made her job easier. Soon, the preparation was down to waiting for things to heat up and cook.

Finishing washing up the knives, she looked over. Jaune was passed out on the couch, an arm lazily wrapped around his dog as they both slept peacefully. Unable to resist, she silently moved over and grabbed her scroll, quickly snapping a few pictures. Honestly, he was just too adorable to pass up the opportunity. Debating for a second, she quickly sent them to her friends and Alice, her scroll immediately exploding in responses ranging from Alice talking how adorable she is, to Yang talking about how he was perfect to prank right now. Ignoring the blond, Pyrrha put her scroll away and smile, taking one of the spare seats in the room. She pulled out a book, one Blake had recommended her recently and began to read it, glancing up every once in a while to check on Jaune. He never changed, continuing to just sleep peacefully with his dog. He really must have been exhausted, but probably felt bad staying in bed all day.

Letting out a content sigh, she was glad to at least see his sleep was calm. Whatever illness was plaguing him seemed unable to bother him in his sleep so she was glad he could find what little peace he could. She considered waking him up to check on him, see if he needed anything but she figured she’d wait till the soup was done. Speaking of the soup, a few minutes later her scroll timer chimed. She got up and put her book to the side as she began to serve two bowls, one for herself and one for Jaune.

Taking a hesitant sip, she really hoped it turned out okay otherwise she was going to have to call for take out. Luckily though, it seemed passable to her at least. She just hoped Jaune’s taste had gone with his health so he wouldn’t be able to taste it either way.

Walking over, she gently rested the back of her hand against his head. He was still a little hot, but for the most part it seemed his fever had broken.

“Jaune? How are you feeling? You should have some soup, you haven’t eaten much today.” She said gently, ever so slightly shaking his shoulder.

Jaune opened his eyes, yawning as he stretched out.

Kaito was jostled awake by his master waking up hopped off the couch, content to go curl up in the corner of the room.

Looking at Pyrrha in a dazed stare, it took Jaune’s sick mind a few minutes to register what she had said, and a little more to register the fact that his stomach was growling and he actually was starving. Nodding, he stood up, dragging himself to the kitchen table.

“Thank you.” He mumbled with a tired smile.

“My pleasure.” Was all Pyrrha offered as she helped him scoot his chair in and patted his head, before grabbing her own bowl.

He seemed a little less pale, and seemed to be moving better. Hesitantly, with a little hope in her voice she asked Jaune how he felt. “Are you feeling okay?”

Taking another sip of the soup he smiled. “Yup! I’m feeling fine.” He said before breaking down into a coughing fit. Smiling sheepishly he looked at her. “Maybe not perfect… but better! Thank you for the soup Pyrrha.” He said, continuing to eat it happily.

Pyrrha just smiled, opening a sleeve of crackers and smashing some up into her soup. Offering a few to Jaune, she continued to eat while happily watched her friend shovel down the soup with his appetite returned.

Normally Pyrrha and Jaune tended to take forever to eat as they would both be distracted by conversing too much to properly eat, but she was content to be quiet for once.

Before long, Pyrrha was finishing up her bowl while Jaune was finishing up his second. It seemed his appetite was really back. Always a good sign for someone recovering.

Gathering up the bowls, she began to was them in the kitchen before Jaune could attempt to do it.

“Have a seat Jaune, I’ll take care of it today.” She said, raising an eyebrow at him to defy her.

Staring at her, it was clear he was debating whether or not he wanted to press the issue. With a sigh he gave up and moved over to the couch, turning on the TV. “Did you get to study?” He asked.

Smiling, Pyrrha dried her hands and moved over, sitting on the couch next to him. “Yes, I had plenty of time earlier. I am more than ready for now.”

Jaune nodded, relieved to see that her day had been at least a little productive.

For a while, they just idly chatted while they watched whatever was on, falling into their well practiced routine of just enjoying each other’s company. It was clear Jaune was still a little tired, so Pyrrha didn’t mind taking up a little more slack of the conversation, avoiding awkward silence with some small talk here and there, but perfectly satisfied with letting the conversation lull when he seemed tired.

Eventually, after another awkward pause, Jaune spoke up.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?”

Pyrrha tilted her head. “That sounds wonderful, which one?”

Jaune shrugged. “Why don’t you choose? They are below the TV.” He said, pointing with a knowing smile.

Almost a bit too eagerly, Pyrrha ran over to the collection of movies, beginning to look through them curiously. She read the back of every case eagerly, trying to figure out what one to watch.

Watching with a smile, Jaune just leaned back and looked on with amusement. From the long conversations they had had in the past, Jaune had learned that Pyrrha really hadn’t seen many movies.

Her strict upbringing involving hours of training, and tournaments and celebrations meant that she often missed out on the chance do experience more mundane things. Just like seeing the popular movies that came out.

Aware of that fact, Jaune had asked his sisters to pick up movies recently that Pyrrha might enjoy. He hadn’t planned on getting sick and having this chance, but he figured it would be fun to give her a chance to see them in the future. Not that he had exactly told Pyrrha about his plan before now.

After a few minutes of eager deliberation, Pyrrha held up a movie like a child in a toy store.

“Perfect.” He offered, happy to watch whatever she had picked. She had happened to pick an animated movie that had come out a few years prior, a real success. Not many knew it, but Pyrrha actually had a fondness for “cute” things, despite her calm graceful demeanor.

Putting the movie in, Pyrrha moved back to the couch, pausing before sitting down. “Snacks…” She muttered, trying to recall if she had any.

“Hall closet. Upper shelves. Choose any you want.” He offered.

Pyrrha’s eyes widened before she grinned. Moving over, she quickly opened the cabinets. Normally she would be a bit more reserved about eating snacks from someone else’s house, but they had all been so insistent after all. Plus, Jaune would be sharing them with her, so she figured it was okay. Settling on some chocolates, her weakness, and a bag of popcorn. While she was popping the bag, Jaune set up the movie to the opening.

Setting down some fresh water for Jaune, Pyrrha got herself a glass of lemonade before she went and got the popcorn. Feeling sufficiently prepared, she grabbed a spare blanket off one of the chairs in case Jaune got cold, before she flipped off the lights. Sitting next to him Jaune happily, she eagerly looked at the screen.

By this point, Jaune seemed to be mostly recovered, and was just exhausted. This meant Pyrrha would be able to relax and watch the movie.

Looking over at Pyrrha, Jaune frowned slightly. “Are you sure it’s okay to be so close? I’m still sick you know.”

Pyrrha just smiled slightly, ruffling up his hair. “Your sickness seems to be passing. I’ll take the chance.” She said cheekily before she scooted over, resting her shoulders against his. She had a feeling she wouldn’t get sick, and she honestly just wanted to be near him right now. Being in the same house all day and needing to keep her distance was getting to her a little. So she’d risk it.

Jaune flushed, before nodding. “Uh… sure! Yeah… sounds good.” He stammered out, just happy to be around her as well.

Starting the movie, he took the bowl of popcorn Pyrrha had offered him. Even if she was willing to be this close, it was probably safer to have separate bowls for eating.

Shifting slightly to get comfy, she pulled off her hoodie and settled in next to Jaune. Soon, she was lost in the film, watching it in childish innocence.

Having seen it a few times before, Jaune was content letting his mind drift as they watched it, occasionally looking over to watch Pyrrha’s face react to the events of the movie. She really was adorable, especially when she was able to let down her composure.

As the movie went on, Jaune felt his eyes growing heavier and heavier. It seemed difficult to stay awake, especially when the film wasn’t new to him.

More and more, Pyrrha found Jaune leaning against her, not that she would complain. Eventually, he was out cold, sleeping soundly on her shoulder. Pyrrha glanced over, and let out a content sigh. Shifting slightly, careful to avoid waking him, she shifted him so he was laying down. Moving a pillow to her lap, soon Jaune was laying across the couch with his head in her lap. Turning her attention back to the movie, she continued to softly play with Jaune’s hair as she watched the end of the film.

By the time the credits were rolling, Pyrrha was finding herself tired. Jaune was still fast asleep in her lap, and she didn’t want to wake him up. The soft smile on his face seemed too serene to disrupt. Glancing outside, she could tell night was starting to fall. Her eyes drooping, she decided a small rest wouldn’t hurt.

Leaning back, she shifted slightly and adjusted a pillow before closing her eyes. Before long, she was out as well.

Her sleep was rather short, but blissful. She awoke to the sound of the door opening, shifting slightly as she leaned over Jaune suddenly, unsure of what was going on. Seeing a familiar warm smile, Jaune’s mother entered the door. She raised a finger, indicating Pyrrha to keep it down as she crept through the house, depositing her bags. Pyrrha felt the chains of sleep trying to pull her back under, and before long she was out cold again.

The next time she woke up, Jaune’s mother was gently shaking her shoulder.

“Honey, it’s getting late. You’re more than welcome to spend the night here, but I don’t think it would good for either of your backs to sleep on the couch, as cute as you two are.”

Pyrrha yawned, shaking her head. “I should probably get back. I appreciate the offer.”

Jaune’s mom smiled softly. “I understand. The offer is always open though.” Looking down at Jaune, who was still asleep she just let out a soft sigh. “He sure is lucky. I’ll leave him to you.” She said with a wink before leaving the room.

Pyrrha began playing with his hair. “Jaune, I gotta get up.” She said in a gentle tone.

After a moment Jaune began to stir, blinking and waking up. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Pyrrha’s warm and amused smile staring back at him. “I uh… guess I fell asleep, huh?”

Chuckling softly Pyrrha nodded, her hair cascading down around him. “A little while ago, yeah.”

Jaune yawned, stretching slightly like a cat before sitting up. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, flashing Pyrrha his usual goofy smile.

Pyrrha just laughed, reaching up and messing with his hair again. He still looked adorable when he was sleepy.

Standing up after a moment, Jaune began to stretch his back. Pyrrha mimicked him, popping her back. Jaune had a bit of a better position during their nap, and Pyrrha was feeling a bit sore. Nothing a good soak and a good night’s sleep wouldn’t fix.

Noticing Pyrrha’s usual signs of discomfort Jaune frowned slightly. “Sorry, that couldn’t have been too comfortable… you’re a good pillow though… heh.”

Pyrrha just smiled, shaking her head. “No worries Jaune, I’m glad you could get some more rest. I’ll be fine. How are you feeling though?” She turned on the table on him.

Jaune smiled. “Better! Almost back to normal. I should be good to go by tomorrow.” He said, pumping his fist.

Pyrrha just covered her mouth as she laughed, relieved to see him in such high spirits again.

Jaune’s mother entered the room, holding up her keys. “I’ll drive you home since it’s so late. Say goodbye to each other than meet me out front.” She said with a playful smirk, spinning her keys around her finger as she left.

Pyrrha began to gather her stuff up as Jaune cleaned up the room with a yawn. Moving to the doorway, all packed up she paused at the door. Turning to Jaune, she smiled nervously.

Jaune scratched the back of his head nervously. “Uhh… thanks again Pyrrha. I really appreciate it.”

Pyrrha shook her head. “I told you Jaune, I’m just glad to see you feeling better. I’ll count on you to take care of me if I start feeling sick.” She said with a wink and a laugh.

Jaune nodded eagerly. “I promise!” He said dutifully.

Snickering Pyrrha just leaned up, and kissed him on his forehead. “An Arc never goes back on his word.”

Blushing, Jaune reached up, gently cupping her chin as he leaned up and kissed her head in return. “I wish I could offer you something…” He said after a moment with a frown.

“Already took care of it Jaune.” Jaune’s mother called out from the car, holding out a cardboard box.

They both just turned and laughed. It seemed Pyrrha couldn’t escape them without food, even if Jaune was out of commission.

“Well, I guess I should go now.” Pyrrha mumbled a bit awkwardly, still not fond of saying goodbye to Jaune.

“Yeah… well. Take care. Thanks again Pyrrha, you really are the best.” He said, flashing her a grin.

Pyrrha just looked at him for a moment, before she quickly leaned forward and gave him a peck on the lips.

Jaune’s eyes widened in shock. “Pyrrha, but I’m…”

Giggling, Pyrrha just shook her head. “I couldn’t resist. I’ll see you soon!” She said before turning and making her way over to his mom’s car.

Pyrrha quickly got in the car, hiding her blush as she took the box the mom offered.

“You two are so cute. Thanks again Pyrrha, really. He’s really lucky to have someone like you.”

Pyrrha shook her head smiling. “I’m incredibly lucky to have met someone like him as well.”

Jaune’s mother just let out a content sigh as she began to drive Pyrrha back to the dorms. “Ah, youth.”

Before long, Pyrrha was waving goodbye to Jaune’s mom as she made her way back the rest of the way to her dorms.

When she finally approached her door, team RWBY’s opened as 4 sets of curious eyes popped out.

“Is he okay?” Ruby asked.

Smiling, Pyrrha nodded. “He’s feeling much better. Don’t worry.”

Team RWBY let out a collective group of relieved sighs, though some more obvious than others. After wishing her a good night, they disappeared back into their room.

Opening her door, the rest of team JNPR looked up.

“Is he okay?” Jane asked worriedly.

Pyrrha smiled. “He’ll be fine.”

Nodding, Ren smiled. “That’s very good to hear. Now, we got one more week till the Vytal festival.”

Pyrrha nodded, as she set her stuff down, gathering her pajamas. “I think we’re ready for it. Our team will have a whole family spectating us according to Mrs. Arc so let’s make sure we get the practice we need.”

The rest of her team agreed as Pyrrha made her way over to get changed. She was really relieved to see that Jaune was feeling better, and though the way she had spent time with him wasn’t exactly her ideal with him being sick, she felt refreshed and ready to tackle the next week.

The Vytal festival was coming up soon, and she would be ready to put on a show for Jaune and his family. For the first time in a while, she would be excited to enter a tournament. For so long it had become a sort of duty for her. Sure, she enjoyed competing, and was happy to make her fans proud but after a while it had come to feel like work. A duty she was completing as she trained to be a huntress. But now, as she thought about Jaune watching her, she felt a new sense of drive. She wanted to show him her best side. She also wanted to win with her team, knowing how hard they had all been working.

Returning to her room and slipping into her bed, Pyrrha let out a soft sigh.

One more week, to train and spar. She would make sure to give it her all. She would bring home a victory for her team, for herself, and for Jaune who she felt a desire to grow stronger for. She knew they would go far together, and the Vytal festival was just one step in her journey.

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Thank you for reading! I’m very very sorry this took so long. This chapter was just an absolute nightmare for me to write. Normally when I sit down to write I can just breeze through a chapter in a few hours in one sitting. I had this open since pretty much the day after my last chapter, and tried to get through it so many times but it was not working for me. I really hope this chapter is okay :/ I’m not too proud of it but I need to move forward with this or I’ll be stuck here. This series is wrapping up, there’s about 4 ish chapters left for the main story. Afterwards theres a few other things I want to write. I will still be getting to the prompts you sent in! Sorry for how long those are taking, but I really wanted to get this chapter out before I went back and wrote any of the other prompts. 

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Today is my Dad’s birthday and it’s occurred to me, this time in recovery I haven’t really dealt with his death. I cannot wrap my head around the fact he’s gone. How do we come to understand half of us is gone? I’ve always toyed with the idea that I would one day be an orphan. I tried to never feel bad for myself, because I thought, even as a child, if nothing else this pain fosters a growth that nothing could replicate. I used to be mad at my father, resentful, we were so close; that same dry humor, that same nervous tap of the foot when that addict brain was working,. And that habit was long before I ever took a drug. I loved my Dad, for loving my mother and I the way he did, for introducing me to Alice in Chains, Tool, Nirvana; my parents both had spectacular taste in music. Today the memories flood into me, like the levy has broken. I wish I could talk to him, don’t worry Daddy, come as you are. You were just down in a hole. Overthinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind…

The thunder roared, and lightning struck across the sky illuminating the yard of what the kids in the neighborhood called the creepy cat lady’s house across the street, Donna. I would always hear my mother talking about this woman on the phone, in the kindest capacity. Donna had watched the slow death of her husband and two of her children. I find so much relativity with this woman now, watching the decline of my parent’s health my whole life. “And I need to watch things die, from a good safe distance. I live while the whole world dies…” I remember going to help pull weeds in her yard and I didn’t know as a kid how awesome this lady was. She had tapestries of the Grateful Dead and coffee mugs that said, Drop Acid not Bombs. Donna and I had much in common.

Charlotte in the 90’s had the craziest thunderstorms. Anyone who wants to argue with Al Gore about global warming, well let’s see, the difference in weather patterns in Charlotte alone is a testament of its proof. Oh yes, and the melting polar ice caps, this is a conversation for another time. Such a hot topic, isn’t it?  I remember jumping when the wind was so fierce it caused our screen door to bang, scaring the dogs and I both. I think we both ran with our tails tucked behind our legs. Like all addicts, my Father had such an intense capacity to love and hence had such an intense ability to feel. What did my Dad do with these feelings, like all of us, he ran from it. I believe, too, with his tail tucked behind him.  I remember when the thunderstorms were bad enough; I would run and hide in the closet, taking with me my most valued items in life at the time. A landscape Polaroid camera, a black and white Marble notebook, and yes I wrote all the time even then. I always felt like I had a voice in my head that needed to get out, she had something to say, even if my young, meek self could not utter the words at that moment.

Sometimes Dad would get in the closet with me, easing my anxiety of what I believed to be the soon to come tornado. I was convinced a cow would fly through our living room; I think Twister had a profound impact on me. I’ve always been fascinated by weather patterns. It’s funny, and I use this word charitably with my dark sense of humor, because one time when my dad got into the hall closet with me, he too was scared of the thunderstorm. As my Dad rushed me into the closet,  I noticed he didn’t quite look the same, his pupils were huge, he was so sweaty, a little frantic, constantly peeking out the window, right before he finally shut the door behind us. And as the thunder ensued, we sat in that closet together and my Dad was convinced it was someone banging on our door, who knows, the feds, a drug dealer looking for that money he constantly owed, whatever it was had him spooked. I had to say, Dad, “It’s okay, it’s just thunder.”  And in this moment, I believe I began my fearless attitude towards most things in life. I would be my father’s rock, no problem. He was too busy checking the carpet for crack rocks to be mine. This would not be the last time I would have to reassure my father everything was okay, switch roles just for a moment. I remember sitting next to his hospital bed, a decade later, uncertain if he would wake up and telling him that I wasn’t angry anymore. It’s strange to think about because this is someone who I ate dinner with every night, someone who picked out every school outfit I had in my class pictures and then poof, as quick as a strike of lightening. He was gone.

I understand my Dad more these days, in retrospect, because getting my feelings back in recovery has been both a blessing and a curse. In life I tend to see the negative when it comes to my own life, you know low expectations, never let down. It was different with my Dad; I guess I’ve always kind of given him a pass on things. It’s okay I only got a birthday card or Christmas card on these days, only this year. I believe becoming an addict was my destiny, it has taught me things I cannot read in a book. No, I certainly didn’t grow up thinking, Gee golly, I’d love to be a heroin addict one day, but alas here we are. I tend to be so critical, likely because I don’t want just anyone to see the bleeding heart on my sleeve. I think about my life and realizing I’m an addict and I see all the signs of the storm to come now. I see the compulsive and obsessive behavior, the constant need for perfection, so you wouldn’t see what was truly swirling beneath the surface. I see the winds building and I see the clashing of hot and cold. I realize now all along, I have been trying to tame a tornado inside of me. I guess I always saw it coming and the forecast kept getting more and more accurate for what I feared I would become.  And once the storm built, it was all I could do to keep it from tearing apart everything I owned, every part of who I was. My Mother always told me for that addict to really click on for someone as resolute as I was in life; it just took the exact combination of things happening. Mom called it the perfect storm. It wasn’t just one issue, it wasn’t a moral failing, it was predisposition, and it was my own exposure as I dabbled and lived recklessly. And in the end, with the relapses, it was a damn choice and I don’t ever want to be told any differently. I remember my Mom telling me my father once told her, “I hope she’s not, you know like me.” It’s okay Dad, you may have given me a genetic predisposition but you only gave what was given to you, you also gave me wicked high cheek bones and the ability to keep a straight face at any moment, taught me the ways of nature, and what it’s like to practice patience.  And I’ll never hold against you what you couldn’t help.

I imagine my father and I running in a field. Its storming out and I can’t quite see him through the winds and heavy rain. I am calling for him and I hear his voice, but the thunder, it crackles too loudly. I know he wanted to get me to safety, but how could he? The storm he was caught in, the same one I am in now, it’s at times too much to bear. It’s like that common theme in psychology, you first have to give yourself oxygen while the plane free falls because if the care taker has no oxygen, how can they save the child?  I forgive you Dad, I know you were just trying to catch your breath, all the running, you were just looking for shelter and in active addiction the storm is relentless. The lightening brightens the sky and for brief moments in my life I see him, images in my head of him flickering past, and just in the moment, I catch my breath to say hello and he was gone again.  But mainly I am standing, no shoes on, socks sopping around in the dirt. No need for me to have shoes on Dad, because well, I’m already walking a mile in yours. I wish he was still here so I could say, “Hey Dad, I made it out of the storm.” Sometimes in recovery I have to ground myself, where are your feet, Kris? And I look down and I realize my feet are dry, my socks are clean and the forecast looks brighter every day.

Dedicated to you Dad, may you be at peace.

Thunderstorms and Daddy Issues Today is my Dad’s birthday and it’s occurred to me, this time in recovery I haven’t really dealt with his death.

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