#also people being like 'ah yes alice so down for violence' what gave you that impression

[fox-guardian]

oh I love reading bad takes so early into a show's life (sarcastic) (I'm dying) (god save me)

#ramblings with major #can we not can we Not. do the mean lesbian thing in tmagp. please. #also people being like 'ah yes alice so down for violence' what gave you that impression #out of the 3 women in the oiar why is She the most likely to commit violence. more than gwen? GWEN?? #discourse #idk if ive ever used that tag before but we're early enough in the game that i feel it needs to be mentioned #nip it in the bud and whatnot #i suppose most of the discourse is in the tags but nonetheless #im not eloquent enough to put it in the body of the post but yeah <3 plz stop doing the mean lesbian thing <3 #i can already see it <3 you stop that now <3 ya silly geese <3

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

Chapter XII

Warnings: Violence, Murder, Mentions of Murder, Language, Mentions of Rape, Mentions of Suicide Summary: Y/N is Andy and Laurie Barber’s 14-year-old daughter who is a high-grade student in Archer Middle School. Her best friend, Alice Miller had been gone for a while. They search for the lost student and find out that Alice Miller’s body has the prints of Andy and Laurie Barber’s daughter, Y/N.

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII Chapter IX Chapter X Chapter XI Chapter XII Chapter XIII

—DEFENDING JACOB SPOILERS—

Your Full Name Initials - F/N/I

Also some sad dog scene. Very sad. Not abuse no that would’ve been a warning but it’s not that. No gore either

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“You’ve been with the state’s crime lab how long?” Neal asked. The woman at the witness stand sighs, “Eleven years, almost 12,” She replied. Neal nods, “Ms. Carlson, could you describe the blood evidence at the point of attack?”

“There were a few small spatters less than an inch in diameter,” She says. Neal looks over to the jury, “Yesterday, we heard defense contend that there should have been blood on the clothing of an attacker in a stabbing like this.” 

Andy shuffles in his chair. “Do you have an opinion on that?” Neal asks.

“Yes. That’s not necessarily true, since no spatter seemed to cast off with force. It’s also possible the assailant stood behind the victim when she stabbed him which would have meant she was out of the trajectory of any spray or spatter.”

Laurie gotten a flashback when she first caught Y/N almost hurting another girl at the bowling alley. Y/N went to attack from behind. She shook her head. “What can you tell us about the murder weapon?” Neal asks.

“We were looking for a knife with a four- to six-inch blade and a serrated-edge.” Neal walks over and pulls out a box from under his table, “I see.” Andy leans forward to right somethings down. “So, a knife like this one?” Neal asked.

Andy turns to the recent call from Neal, lifting up his head, his blood ran cold when Neal held up a familiar blade. “Objection,” Joanna says. “Commonwealth moves to enter into evidence--”

“Objection!” Joanna calls, everyone seem to whisper and gasp at the slightest. Neal looks at French, “Your Honor, the jury will soon hear testimony from the defendant’s best friend that the defendant owned a knife exactly like this one: a Schnell Tactical.” Neal was holding it up towards the jury.

“Your Honor, this is a cheap stunt. The Commonwealth had yet to link any such knife to the defendant, and to wave it around in here now is irresponsible. It’s inflammatory,” Joanna states.

“Agreed. Objection sustained. Put away the knife, Mr. Logiudice,” Judge French says lowly. Neal nods and turns away, “In that case, no more questions, Your Honor.”

“Cross,” French said. Joanna nods, “Absolutely, Your Honor.” Joann stands up and walks over, “Ms. Carlson, we were just on the subject of blood. Was there any blood evidence recovered from the defendant?” She asks.

“No,” Ms. Carlson said. “Genetic evidence?” Joanna asks, “DNA? Hairs? Fibers?” Ms. Carlson shook her head, “No, just the fingerprint.”

Joanna stood by the jury, “May I propose a hypothetical?” She asked. Ms.Carlson nods at the slightest, “Okay.” Y/N looked over to the old woman, “Let’s suppose the defendant Y/N, was walking on her way back home after the party when she was left behind by Alice and came across the victim lying on the ground. And suppose Y/N lifted the victim by the collar to see if she was okay. Might that create a fingerprint consistent with the one you found?” Joanna asks.

“Yes, that is possible.”

“Now the knife-” Joanna says to the court, “-that the Commonwealth attempted to enter into evidence had you ever seen it before?” Neal leans forward, “Objection. Relevance.” The judge looks over to him, “Overruled. You opened the door, counselor.” Neal sat there in silence.

“Yes,” Ms. Carlson says, “The DA’s office asked me to determine if that particular model of knife was consistent with the victim’s wounds.” Joanna nods, “Ah. And I assume they gave you other models to compare as well?”

“No.”

“No?” Joanna turns to the jury, “Did they at least ask you to determine how many other knives might have made those wounds?” Ms. Carlon’s brows go inward and she shook her head, “No.”

“Well, how many would you think?” 

“I-- I don’t know. That-- That would be speculating,” Ms. Carlson replies. Joanna grins, “A thousand?” Ms. Carlson slowly shook her head to think, “Uh... A large number?” She sounded too unsure.

“Seven hundred? Five hundred?” Joanna counts. Ms. Carlson nods, very confused, “Somewhere... somewhere in that range.” Joanna had them now, “In other words, the chances of it being the actual knife are one in 500. Correct?” Andy tried not to grin, holding his hands near his face to hide the small grin.

“Objection. Calls for speculation,” Neal nearly growled. The Judge turns, “Sustained.” Joanna grins and turns to the jury, shaking her head, “No further questions, Your Honor.” Y/N looked over to the jury and saw one of them smiled. And just that, Y/N felt her heart jolt with slight happiness.

.

Laurie had began to leave the restrooms and head over back to her family in that small room. The halls were crowded with people in nice suits. She heard faint distress from a familiar voice.

“This is all going to shit. She’s gonna walk. Can’t you see that? She’s gonna get away with killing our daughter because of that asshole and his goddamn theatrics.” Laurie spotted Eric and his wife Marla standing off to the side.

“Please, I can’t take this,” Marla says. Eric turns back to her, “Yeah, well, I can’t take it either.” The man turns and walks away. “Eric. Eric,” Marla called, her husband did not look back.

Marla sat down on the bench, pulling a hand up to her face as Laurie looked back. But there was nothing she could do. After Marla had done to Laurie at the mall that morning, Laurie was sure she’d do it again. And Laurie didn’t want someone to drag her out or try to help the mom. Laurie continued on and walked in the room.

“How he didn’t know that that stunt would backfire is beyond me,” Joanna says. Andy nods, “Because he’s reckless.” Laurie sits down and rubs Y/N’s back, “You doing all right?” She asked. Y/N nods, “Yeah.” Y/N remembered the guy who smile.

Y/N turned to the adults, “One of them smiled.” Andy and Joanna look up to the girl. “One of the juror, the guy with the goatee.” Andy sounded shock to hear that, “He smiled? Really?” Andy grins at Joanna. 

Y/N smiles, “Yeah, when she admitted it was a one in 500 chance, he smiled.” Andy grins at her while Joanna’s phone dinged. The woman looked at her phone and cleared her throat, causing Andy to turn. “Something wrong?”

Joanna shook her head, “No. No, it’s nothing. We’ll talk later.” 

.

“You and Mr. Barber have worked together on many cases. Is that right?” Neal asks, looking towards the next witness at the stand. Pam Duffy. She nodded at him, “We go back, yes,” Her monotone voice was loud and clear. “Would you describe him as diligent when it came to his work?” Neal asks.

“More than that. He was relentless,” She said.

“Was that relentlessness on display when you were attempting to cut through the school’s red tape?” He asked. “He didn’t feel the classmates were a priority,” Pam answered, “We’d already interviewed Alice’s close friends.”

Neal turns, “Once you did interview the students, finally, was there anything useful that came out of that?” He asks. Pam remembered the day they did, none of them kids spoke much, “After the initial meetings, nothing much. But with some follow-up, we came to learn that there was an ongoing beef between the victim and the defendant.”

“Meaning Alice had been bullying the defendant,” Neal states. “For some time, yes,” Pam replied.

“Was this around the time that you started to view the defendant as a suspect?” Neal asks. Pam looks over to him, “It was.”

“Even as her father was still running the investigation?” Neal asks. Pam blinks at him, “Certain aspects of the investigation had to be carried out without Mr. Barber’s knowledge.” Pam looks over to Andy who sat next to Y/N, he seem to shuffle in his seat as he looked upon her. 

“What did that reveal?” Neal asked.

Pam looked away, “That the defendant supposedly had a knife consistent with the wounds, that she had sufficient motive, and she had opportunity in that her movements the night of the attack placed her near or at the scene.”

“Did you arrest her at this time?” He asked. “Not until the fingerprint came back,” She says, “We then obtained a warrant and searched the house, trying to find the knife, which we did not.”

Neal looks down at the notes in his hand, “Did you seize the defendant’s computer?” Pam nods, “We did, but we found nothing directly incriminating.” Neal looks down at the ground, “Detective, are you aware of a program called Disk Scraper?”

“I am. It’s a program that wipes hard drives, deletes files, that kind of thing.”

“Was that program on the defendant’s laptop?” Neal asks. Pam took a while to answer, “It was.” Laurie furrows her brows and Andy looked over to Y/N. He noticed her swallow and stare blankly away from him. “Is it possible that there was incriminating evidence on the laptop, and it was removed by the defendant?”

“Objection. Calls for speculation,” Joanna called. Neal thought of a different question, “What about pornography?”

“Objection. Relevance.”

“Sustained,” French says. Neal shrugs, “Let me be more specific. Did you find any violent pornography on the defendant’s laptop?” Y/N slightly turned her head to the sound of that. Pam looks up, “I think all pornography is violent.”

Neal nods, “Of course. I mean, specifically, images glorifying abuse or torture.”

“Objection. Relevance,” Joanna calls again. The Judge furrowed his brows, “Overruled. The witness will answer.” Pam turned her head to the judge and nodded at Neal, “Some, yeah.”

The spectators began to mutter and Laurie raised her hand up to her face.  Andy looks over to Y/N as she tried not to look at him. Neal nodded, “No further questions.”

Once Neal went back to his desk, Joanna stood up, “Detective, I assume you have executed countless search warrants in your career, yes?” She asked. “Sure,” Pam said. 

“Seized a lot of laptops.”

“Yes,” Pam says. Joanna continues, “Have you ever found one that didn’t have some pornography on it?” The whole court chuckle while Pam grins, “I don’t think so.”

“Detective, is it true that you were the first to identify Leonard Patz as a person of interest, and not Mr. Barber?” Pam nods, “Yes. I brought Patz to Andy’s attention, and we agreed that he was someone we should be looking at.” Joanna points, “One last question.” Joanna looks over to Y/N and Andy before going back to Pam. 

“At any point in the investigation, did Andy Barber behave in any way to suggest that he suspected his own daughter?” Pam shook her head, “No, not in the slightest.”

Joanna nods, “No further questions, Your Honor.” French looks down at his desk. “Mr. Logiudice, redirect?” For a second, Neal looks over to Andy, waiting to find the moment to admit the event to everyone. Andy looked over as well and so Neal turns away. “Detective...” Neal stood, fixing his suit, “...have you ever known Mr. Barber to be violent?”

Andy turns his head to Pam with his brows creasing inward. Pam furrowed hers, “No.”

“Are you sure? Never seen him grab somebody by the jacket? Push them into a wall?” Andy rolls his eyes and drops his pen on the table, leaning back. “Objection. Relevance,” Joanna calls. French looked upon Neal and he felt curious, “Overruled.”

Pam licked her lips and slowly sighed, “Once. You,” She answers, “After your provoked him with that crack about his father doing time for--” Pam cuts herself off knowing that “Bloody” Billy Barber was close to mentioning. It was too late.

“Doing time for murder?” Neal asked.

“Objection! Your Honor!” Joanna shouts, slamming her hand on the table. The jury began to look over with grimace. “Sustained,” French says, “I’ll see counsel at sidebar, right now.” Joanna and Neal both walked over to the sidebar with Judge French.

“I’m appalled at what I just saw. We went over this in pretrial,” Judge says. “Your Honor, it was the defense counsel who first raised the issue of whether the defendant’s father had reason to suspect his own daughter. I am simply trying to make that argument.”

Joanna rolls her eyes, “You have got to be kidding me. Your Honor, the defense moves for a mistrial-”

“Oh, come on,” Neal says.

“-He was given specific instructions.” French glares at Neal, “You are on extraordinarily thin ice, Mr. Logiudice, you understand me?” He asks, “Now you wrap it up with this witness right now. And if I hear even a whispers about the defendant’s grandfather going forward, Ms. Klein will get her mistrial. Am I clear?”

“Yes,” Neal says, a bit too harshly, his eyes drew away, “Your Honor.” After that, Neal goes back to his table, looking over to Andy who shook his head at him. Everyone in the court seem to calm down after the recent question about “Bloody” Billy Barber.

“Ladies and gentlemen, there’s a saying in the law, ‘You cannot unring the bell’...” Andy turns to Laurie and he shook his head, mouthing towards her. Laurie turns her head and shook it. “...but I’m going to insist that you do just that with regard to the last question.” Andy turned back to the front and shook his head.

.

Before the next trial, Andy had visited Joanna during nights. Looking over their next witness who would be going up at the stand. Derek Yoo. Andy tried to find pulls and connections between Leonard Patz and Derek, find strategies to keep this going.

So, the day of the trial. The usual thing was sitting and waiting. Laurie looked over to the Yoo family who sat on the other side. But that wasn’t the only problem. Joanna received a text and stood up, walking over to Andy. Her hand gently goes on Andy’s back. “We’ve got a problem.” Andy turns to her. “Madelyn McGrath. I can’t find her.”

“What?” Andy asks.

“Ellen’s been trying to call her cell all week, and she finally got in touch with her mother this morning. And she said that she and Madelyn had a fight three days ago, and that she took off. And her girlfriend just posted online from Florida, and the mom thinks that she’s down there with her.”

“What are we supposed to do? She’s supposed to take the stand tomorrow,” Andy says, gesturing to the stand. “Don’t worry. We’re gonna think of something. Okay.” Joanna taps his shoulder and walks back to her seat, leaving Andy in thought.

Madelyn needed to take the stand tomorrow. She was the one who could end the trial from there. Now it made it look like they didn’t have enough evidence that Leonard Patz is not the suspect here. 

Andy turns to look over to the laughter and chatter by Neal and his assistant. The two laughing as if they were best friends. Even when Andy helped Neal through his time being the commonwealth. Taught him everything he knew. Like a friend would.

Neal felt Andy’s eyes and looked over, his smile slowly dropped and he turned away without any other expressions to continue his conversation with his assistant. Andy turned back to the front again, Laurie behind him was stressing more as she rubbed her face in her hand.

Turning around, Andy made eye contact with her. All he could do was give her a gentle smile. Laurie nodded to indicate him that she was doing okay and that he didn’t need to worry much about her.

But then someone brought his attention. Walking into the courtroom, Lynn looked around the room and her eyes landed on Andy’s. The two shared a long gaze and he was the first to turn away from her and stare at his own notes that were written either from last night or today.

“Court, all rise!” The woman shouts. The whole court rose in silence. And their witness was put up to the stand.

.

“I was like, ‘That’s the same way you go to school. Did you see anything?’ And Y/N said no,” Derek says.

“Nothing about seeing Alice on the ground or trying to help him?” Neal asks. Derek fidgets in his seat, “No. Uh, and she made a joke. Said something like, ‘Couldn’t happen to a nicer girl’,” Derek’s eyes seem to look only at his hands or the wooden surface, eyes locking with Y/N’s he saw the cold stare from her. He looked away immediately.

“And this is within a week after learning about Alice’s murder?”

“I guess, yeah. We were at Y/N’s house, playing video games during the break,” Derek said. Neal nods, “When you said that Alice used to pick on Y/N, what did you mean by that?”

“Alice always kinda had it in for Y/N. She was always calling her ‘bitch’. Like a nickname. Like she’d ask Y/N questions about different sex things lesbians do, but in front of everyone, to embarrass her. Or she’d fake soccer kick at Y/N if she passed her in the hall. Stuff like that.”

“And all of this bullying, it upset Y/N,” Neal said.

“Yeah, of course,” Derek replies. “Did it make her angry?” Neal asked. Derek shook his head slowly, “Not so much in front of Alice, but... privately, she’d go off on how much she hated Alice’s guts. Which I got. I mean, Alice would be a jerk to me too sometimes.”

Neal licks his lips, “At what point after Alice’s murder did you begin to consider your friend Y/N’s role in it?” Andy didn’t like that. “Objection. Leading the witness,” He called out. 

The Judge turns to him, completely not phased by his objection. “Overruled.” Joanna looked over to Andy who did as well, he didn’t say anything to her. As if he gave her a silent ‘sorry’. “You can go ahead and answer young man,” French says.

Derek nods, “I guess it was three days later.”

“Was there anything other than her temper that began to make you suspicious?” Neal asks. Derek stutters, “Well, yeah. The knife. Y/N had this scary combat knife she’d bought in town. She used to bring it to school sometimes.”

“To show it off or-- or what?”

“Not really. I mean, she showed it to me and our friend Dylan but it was more like she liked having it on her, walking around with it. Like... it was this secret thing she had,” The boy says.

“I see,” Neal replied, “So the bullying and the knife... But you knew about these things, and still, you didn’t suspect Y/N immediately?” Derek stammers, “I don’t know. Maybe part of me did, a little. But it wasn’t until I read what she wrote online.”

“Online?”

Andy peered up to the boy. Was he talking about the photo Y/N posted? Or that Cut Up Room?

“This messed up site Y/N was into called The Cut Up Room,” Derek says. “By ‘messed up,’ I’m assuming you mean pornographic.” Derek nods, “Yeah, but, it’s not really so much about sex. More violence. Like, really graphic stuff.”

Joanna writes three question marks and shows it towards Andy who just moves his brows. “Are there stories on this site?” Neal asked. “Yeah, people post all kinds of stuff. Photos, videos, stories.”

“And do you know if Y/N posted any stories?” Derek looks up and shuffled a bit, hands fidgeting with each other. “She did. Yeah. She called them F/N/I stories.”

“F/N/I stories?” Neal asked.

“Yeah, you know, like her initials, F-M-B?” Andy looks over to Y/N, her leg began to bounce on the floor again. “That was her screen name on there.” Joanna leans in towards Andy, “What do you know about this?” She asks.

“Not enough. You got to shut it down,” Andy whispers back. “And did F/N/I post a story about the murder of Alice Miller?”

Derek took a while to answer before he spoke, “Yes.” The answer made the spectators murmur all around the court. Andy froze in his seat. “Commonwealth moves to enter into evidence--”

“Objection,” Joanna calls, she stood up, “Your Honor, may we approach?”

“Settle down, please,” French raps the gavel onto his desk. Joanna sighs, “Respectfully, Your Honor, we ask to approach.” The judge nods and Joanna walks up to his desk. “Your Honor, this is an ambush. None of this was disclosed in discovery.”

Neal comes in, “Your Honor, this story was authored by the defendant. If she chose to hide it from his attorney, that’s hardly the Commonwealth’s fault.” Andy turns to his daughter who hung her head low. 

“What’s this about, Y/N?” He whispers to her. She never answered. “Y/N?” Her hands began to twist in each other as her legs bounce anxiously. Laurie stared at the back of Y/N’s head. The courtroom goes silent when Joanna began to read the story about Alice’s murder. Seeing every single detail of it.

Turning back to the judge, “Your Honor, I need to confer with my client.” French nods, “All right, go ahead.” Neal and Joanna separate from the Judge to their own tables. Neal took a good look at Y/N who sat in her chair fidgeting. Not once did he show empathy. Not guilt.

“I’m gonna ask your patience while I allow defense counselor a moment to confer with her client.” Andy leans on the table once Joanna sat down to talk to them.

“He’s going to allow it unless our position is that Y/N didn’t write that story.”

“Then that’s our plan--”

“They know that she wrote it, Andy. They’ve got an IP address,” The two look over to Y/N who didn’t budge to look up at them. Joanna looks at her closely, “Y/N.” Lifting up her head, she looked at Joanna and just nodded. Joanna turns back to Andy, “If we push back now, we’re only going to shine a brighter light on it.”

“How bad is it?” Andy asks. Joanna didn’t even have to tell him on how bad it was. He didn’t bother to have her answer. 

.

“Emma stood there on the path as Kate kept walking toward her, grinning. If Kate knew the real Emma, she would have been scared shitless. ‘Don’t fuck with me,’ Emma warned him, ‘I mean it.’ But Kate just laughed and grabbed her by the arm, twisting it back like she’d down so many times before. ‘Stop. You’re hurting me,’ Emma said. But it didn’t hurt that much. She just wanted Kate to think that, so she would let go.”

Andy was leaned to the side, holding a hand up to his face. Anxious to see this come together from what the man from last trial had said. “Kate laughed again, the way she always did, a fake laugh. Emma’s hand slipped into her sweatshirt pocket. There it was, her trusted friend. She curled her fingers around the grip and felt a surge of power through her arm, up into her shoulder. She knew there was no turning back now. The park seemed to know it too. She could hear the breeze in the leaves and birds chirping.”

Everyone was still silent throughout the reading. Laurie began to stare at the boy who slightly shook the paper in hand, afraid.

“Kate saw the knife coming for her, but it was too late to do anything but stare. It slipped in so easily Emma thought she was stabbing air. That surprised her. She did it twice more, telling her brain to remember the feeling for later. Other than feeling hands on my arms during that party at Hannah’s.” Andy knew that sentence was referring to his daughter in the bedroom. 

Did Alice do it? Derek continued the story, flipping the page.

“Kate fell backward and rolled down the slope, until she stopped down below. Emma knew she should go, but she couldn’t help herself. She went down to Kate’s body to make sure she was dead. The smell of blood in the air made her feel dizzy. She found a small stream nearby and washed the knife off, and her hand too. She could see her reflection in the water, but her face looked different to her now. ‘It’ll be our secret,’ it seemed to say.”

Y/N felt a tear fall down her cheek as she lightly twitched her fingers. Derek puts the packet in front of him, “The End.” The silence was ended when Marla choked a sob, covering her face in her hands. 

Neal sighs, “This story was posted three days after Alice Miller’s body was found?”

“Yeah.” Laurie could hear her own heartbeat, knowing this wasn’t right to her. Y/N had done enough. And Laurie was doubting.

.

The day, the trial had ended. Laurie, Andy and Y/N began to head to the car in the garage. The three were silent throughout the whole walk there. What were they supposed to say? Whatever was said during that trial, no one could say anything about it.

They were distraught. Laurie and Y/N jumped in the car and buckled their seat belts. Laurie already reaching for her face to rethink on what just happened. Andy got in last and kept his eyes low. Staring at the ground as the family sat in silence.

Y/N only looked out the window. “It was just a story,” She says softly. Andy closes his eyes. “I didn’t know it would be a big deal,” She sounded heart broken. Scared. Everything coming to his head, he didn’t want to say it. But he had to. This is what’s happening right now. And they needed answers from this teenage girl.

He took it out. “Did you do it?” He asked, lowly. Y/N looks over to the front and Andy turns to face her. “Just tell me. Did you kill her?” The hurt in his eyes and the look of doubt. Y/N looked broken. Scared. It took a while for her to answer and they stared at each other.

“No,” She muttered, his stare made her look away and her eyes began to tear up, “No.” Laurie didn’t even say a word. Not even took a breath. After what happened today. She couldn’t trust Y/N’s innocence.

.

That night, the family and Joanna sat in the kitchen. Trying to go over things for the next trial, knowing that this next one is going to be difficult. Madelyn wasn’t there for the witness stand. They were in trouble.

“I could ask the judge to issue a bench warrant for Madelyn McGrath,” Joanna states. Andy sat in the chair, leg on the other as he held his head, “He won’t. Not for some secondary witness holed up in Florida. We don’t have a choice. We gotta go straight at Patz,” He says.

“Yeah, his subpoena was served this morning. I’ll call him as a hostile witness and see what we can get out of him,” Joanna says back. Andy uncrosses his legs and leans on his knees, “We gotta run every play we have. Not just on the Patz front, Derek too.” He scratches the back of his neck.

“You don’t think we covered Derek on cross?” She asked. Andy stands up, “You did your best,” He sat at the table, “You were distracted.” Andy looked over to Y/N, “Everyone was.”

Andy flips open the file while Laurie began to head over to the table. “We need to backstop Patz. I say we go harder on Derek, subpoena Sarah.” Y/N turns to Sarah’s name that came out. Y/N didn’t like that. Not to bring in her friend into her case and her problem.

“Andy, we discussed this,” Joanna said. “That was before. We need Sarah to hammer home Derek’s obsessing. We need to have her repeat his words on the stand,” Andy looks up to the old woman.

“Yeah, you’re right. That could be powerful,” Joanna says. “Show the jury the selfie again-”

“No.” 

The three look over to Y/N’s word. “I don’t wanna bring her or Matt into this. It’s my trial. I’m saying no.” Laurie looks over to Andy. He looked at his hands, “Sorry, but you don’t get a say in this anymore. Not after today.” Y/N sat there in silence, staring at Andy with a cold look.

What was colder was the food that was untouched by her. She stood up and walked away. Milo peering up while laying down as Y/N stormed up the stairs. Joanna sighs, “I’ll get into it first thing tomorrow.”

.

Later that night after Andy organized the things in his office, he headed into the kitchen and saw Laurie at the sink. Leaning in the walkway he watched her. Laurie felt his presence and stopped cleaning the cup in hand.

“You haven’t said one word all night,” Andy says.

Laurie thought about that story. Feeling hands on my arms during that party at Hannah’s. The story about the murder and that sentence stuck in her mind. Andy didn’t tell her. “Did you know?” She asked, “About the story?”

“No,” Andy answered, his forehead creasing. “Just tell me the truth,” Laurie says.

“I am-” Laurie turns around, “The truth. I need to know,” She insists. Andy steps in, “Laurie, I swear I’m telling you the truth.”

“What about the website? The Cut Up Room?” She asks. Andy comes to the edge of the table and leans on it, lowering his head, “I only kept it from you ‘cause I knew it would--”

“Don’t. Don’t,” Laurie cuts him off. Andy lifts his head up confused, “Don’t what?” Laurie shook her head, “Explain it away like you do everything. Excuse it away.”

“I knew it would set you off,” He says, “You were already half convinced that Y/N was guilty. I didn’t want to add--” Laurie shook her head. “Not anymore.” Andy’s eyes were hurtful at the start. But when she said that, he fixed his posture, “What’d you just say?”

“I don’t believe her. Not after what I heard today.”

“Not listening to the fact that our daughter had been raped, Laurie. So you’re gonna let this one thing change--”

“It’s always one thing,” Laurie cuts him off, Andy sighs, “Don’t you see?” She asked. “We’re guilty too. If we protect her, we’re as guilty as she is.” Andy hisses and lifts up his hand, “All right. Just keep your voice down. You’re gonna freak out the dog.”

“I’m not even saying I know what to do about it, I don’t. But I know what I heard, and I know what it means,” She said. Andy held his hand up still, “Laurie, I’m begging you. Don’t talk yourself into something ‘cause of some made-up story.”

“It’s not a story,” She shook her head.

“Yes, it is!” Andy turns, “This is a girl that bullied her. Maybe did rape her. She probably fantasized about hurting her a thousand times. So she let her imagination run wild, and she wrote it down,” He tried not to yell as everything came out as a low whisper, “Maybe...” He sighs.

“Maybe she got some sick thrill imagining it. And is that horrible? Yes. It’s terrible, and it was wrong, and it was stupid, but it was a story,” He lowly says, he walks towards her. “Joanna vetted every single line from it. There wasn’t one detail that hadn’t already been reported by the news. She was fantasizing.”

“She was confessing,” Laurie said, Andy sighed and leaned on the counter, “To call it anything else is just lawyer spin, and you know it.” Andy turns around and walks back to where he originally was. His back was turned to her. “What if you knew?” Laurie asked, “What if you knew in your heart that our daughter did this unforgivable thing? Took the like of another child? Would it even matter?”

“I’d still love her, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“No, it’s not. I’d still love her too,” Laurie held her hand to her heart, “I will always love her, no matter what.” Andy turns back to her. “You don’t know how badly I wanted to hold her tonight and tell her it’s all going to be okay. But I can’t play this game anymore, letting her pretend she didn’t do it, pretending to each other.”

“She’s not pretending. She didn’t do this. I know she didn’t do it,” Andy snaps.

“No, you don’t!” Milo peered up at the couple, “No one can sustain that level of deception-”

“Of course she could. You of all people should know that,” Laurie says. Andy leans back and lets out a scoff, seeing Laurie tear up, he shook his head, “Yeah. Yeah, of course. She learned it from me,” He shrugs.

“Maybe she learned it from both of us,” Laurie says. Andy looks over to her, seeing her look for an answer, “What do you want me to say Laurie? You’re right. Our marriage is a lie. Our whole fucking family is based on a fairy tale, built on nothing. And our daughter’s a murderer. Is that what you want to hear?” He asks.

Laurie shook her head, “No. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t true.” Andy stared at her before turning away and walked up the stairs without another word. Leaving Laurie in the kitchen sobbing.

That night, he was gonna take the couch. He made sure not to see Laurie the rest of the night. Not speak to her. Once he settled the things on the couch, he looked over to Milo who sat on the couch. Andy stared at him, “Down.” Milo jumps off and follows Andy to the backdoor. 

Andy let Milo outside. The large dog spins to look at his boss who just stared and closed the door on him. Leaving Milo out in the cold. The dog sniffed the door and slightly scratched it. Snorting once, the hound turns and walks into the dog house that sat in the corner.

.

The next morning, the house was silent throughout the next hours. The sun shining through the home. Andy had slept on the couch. After the big argument, he wasn’t sure if Laurie wanted him in bed that night.

So he gave her space.

His phone began to buzz on the stand. His eyes fluttered open and he began to rub his eyes. Looking over the armrest, he sees his phone. Shuffling on the couch, he leans up to grab his phone. Squinting at it, he answers. “Yeah. Hey, Joanna. No, it’s okay.” Andy began to stretch on the couch, “What’s going on?” He grunts. 

Sitting up with a sigh, he froze when Joanna gave the news. “What? When?” 

After talking with Joanna, he knew he had to tell Laurie about it. He wasn’t sure to think it was good news or bad news. Either way it was messed up. He stepped into the bedroom and reaches for Laurie, “Laurie.” He sits down. “Honey.” His hand rubs her back.

“What?” She asks.

“It’s over,” He says. Laurie looks at him, “What?” Andy looked heartbroken, “He confessed. Patz.” Laurie was confused on what he was talking about, “I-- I don’t...”

“Joanna just called. Leonard Patz hung himself last night. He left a note for the Rifkins. It’s a full confession,” He says, Laurie began to sit up, “The cops just confirmed his handwriting.”

Laurie stares at him with the same look, “Are you sure?” Andy nods, “Yeah,” He sobs, “I know it doesn’t feel real, but it is. Joanna’s moving for a dismissal first thing this morning.”

“Oh, my...” Laurie whispers, “I was so... I thought--”

“Don’t,” Andy says, “Doesn’t matter now. It’s over.” 

Though the suicide was unbelievable and very despairing. Andy and Laurie had to tell their 15-year-old daughter about her dismissal. So, they walked into her room. Seeing her laying on her bed asleep. Laurie was the first to hold her, “Y/N,” She whispers.

“Wake up, sweetheart,” Andy says, Y/N inhales sharply and turns, “We got something to tell you.”

.

“Court, all rise. Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye. The Honorable Judge French presiding. This court’s now open. Please be seated,” With a small grin, Y/N and the rest of the courtroom sits down.

French raps the gavel, “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, at 8:00 am, this morning, the Commonwealth filed a nolle prosequi announcing its decision to drop the charges against the defendant, Y/N Barber.” Joanna looks over to the distraught Neal Logiudice who failed his mission to prosecute an old friend’s kid.

“This is a response to recent development in the case you, no doubt, will be learning of shortly. The defendant will please rise,” French says. Y/N stands up for the Judge.

“Young lady, I’m sure you’re anxious to get out of here. So let me be the first to say to you the words you and your family are, no doubt longing to hear. Y/N Barber,” He states.

“You are now a free woman,”With the hit of the gavel, the spectators began to all clap causing Laurie and Andy to smile with glee. Y/N couldn’t help but smile as well, “Y/N M/N Barber in the matter of indictment 08-44-07, it is ordered by the court that you be discharged of this indictment and go without day. Bail posted shall be returned to the surety. Case dismissed.”

With more of the claps, Laurie stands up along with Andy, the two pull Y/N into a huge hug. And after that, they were free to go. But, of course, they would answer a few questions by the reporters that have been sitting outside.

The clicking sounds of their cameras and people holding their mics towards the woman. “Obviously, we are thrilled with this outcome. But as you can imagine, this family has been through a lot. So we’re gonna ask that you respect their privacy and allow them to process this ordeal. Thank you very much.”

“Y/N, how do you feel?” A woman calls out, Joanna looks over to her, letting her do her thing with the question. Y/N grins, “Uh, great.” The short pause was then interrupted by the clamoring of the reporters once the family began to step down. Police holding them back as Andy held Y/N by her shoulder to keep her close.

The four stepped out of the elevator and began to head toward their cars. Andy pulls out his keys and sighed, “Joanna, I don’t even have the words.”

“Oh, please,” Joanna grins. “Andy’s right,” Laurie says, “We couldn’t have gotten through any of this without you.” Joanna chuckles softly, “The best I could’ve done was a verdict of not guilty. This is a thousand times better. This is proof of innocence.” Andy grins.

Joanna held out her hand and Y/N took it with a smile, “Congratulations, young lady.”

“Thank you, Joanna,” Y/N says. Joanna nods, “I know that this has been rough for you. But I think that someday you’re gonna realize...” Y/N’s eyes look away to the figure who came from the stairs. Eric Miller. Alice’s dad. He began to storm up to the family and Y/N tensed up.

Then a bald man came up behind Eric. “Dad?” Y/N asks. Andy follows Y/N’s gaze and he sees Eric. “I know it was you,” Eric points, Laurie instantly pulls Y/N close to her while Andy jumps in front, “Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!” Andy shouts. Andy holds Eric back as he points at her. “I know it was you! I know it! I know it!” 

Eric gets grabbed by the bald man in the blue Lincoln, “Whoa! Whoa!” Andy says as Eric gets pulled back and slammed onto the back of the car. “Let me go!” Eric sobs.

Andy turns to his girls, “Are you okay?” He looks back to the sobbing Eric. The bald man turns, “What do you want me to do with this guy? Want me to hold him for the cops or what?” He asked.

“No!” Eric shouts. Laurie knew the family was in much pain than they were. They went through enough, “No,” She says. “Let him go,” She nods. Eric sobs on the hood of the car while being pushed into it. “Please,” Laurie says.

The man pulls Eric up and pushes him back, “Come on. Get outta here.” Eric turns back to the family with Andy standing guard in front of his family. “She didn’t do it, Eric.”

And with that, Eric took that and walked away, wiping the tears off his cheeks as he headed back for the stairs. The man turns, “You okay, kid?” Andy looks over to him, “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m an old friend of your pop’s. He asked me to look out for you. Congratulations, by the way. I guess it was your lucky day, huh, kid?” Laurie held Y/N close. “Get in the car,” Joanna insists, helping the two girls over to Andy’s car.

Joanna looks up to Andy, “I’ll call you later.” Andy nods at her. With the man standing there, Laurie looks up to him and nods, “Thank you.” The man swats his hand, “Anything for old Billy.” Laurie jumped in the car while Andy was the last to get in.

“Make sure you give your old man my best, okay?” He asked. Andy slightly glares at the man one last time, before getting in his car without another word said to him.

They returned home to a street filled with new reporters and journalists. People taking photos as Andy drives up the driveway. The family stepped out and gave their grins towards the people while they headed back inside their home.

.

Ever since Y/N was freed by the charges, Andy knew there was no normal to go back to. There was a before. Then after. No one couldn’t get it out of their minds. Not even Laurie.

After their meal outside, Laurie thought to go through her daughter’s photo book. Seeing her as a baby. Growing up in every picture they had. She quietly cried as she flipped through every page.

“Hey, honey. I’m gonna make some coffee. You want some?” Andy comes in and looks around to see Laurie on the couch, crying. His face falters in worry, “Hey. What’s going on?” He comes near and sits next to her, instantly bringing his hand to her back.

“That day in court, when Derek read the story, I was so sure. In some crazy way, I was almost relieved. I thought ‘At least now I know’,” She sniffles. Laurie turned to look at him, “What kind of mother would think that about her child?”

Andy inhales softly, “You were under a ton of stress. We both were. That story shook me up too. More than I let on,” He says. Laurie felt his hand stroke her hair and looked up at him. He shook his head, “You just gotta let it go.”

Laurie nods, “I’m trying.” Andy grins sadly and takes the book out of her hands to place it behind him before he brought her into a hug.

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OoC: Favorite Characters

I decided to focus on villains or anti-heroes, it’s hard picking just favorites in a general sense.

1. Harleen Quinzel A.K.A Harley Quin - DC Comic Universe I have been in love with this woman since September 1992 when she first aired in the Batman Animated series, Joker’s favor. Due to her brilliant creators of Paul Dini and Bruce Tim, led with the voice talents of Arleen Sorkin. She was born from her own raw desire to help people in her own best way possible, using her talents of understanding, reading and in many sense controlling people. Sadly, like Alice in wonderland, she fell into a realm of madness and uncertainty. She has been one of the most complex characters in animated history with large backstory and many turns and takes. Extremely popular on various forms and has made many appearances over the years even scoring some of her own comics and shows and now movies. When she was first created, she was merely a fill in and not meant to take and yet here she stands, a triumphant beauty whose overcome Abuse, trauma and degradation.

2. Azula - Avatar the last air bender animated television show + comics What can i say about Azula? In many retrospects she’s fierce, powerful, driven and just intelligent! I think a lot of people forget something pretty important about her: SHE WAS FOURTEEN! This young teenage, overthrew governments, taking whole cities and was the closest to killing the Avatar compared to anyone else. Not to mention her pure intelligence! People compare to playing a game of chess when it comes to moving people or controlling their actions. No, to this woman it was checkers. I truly believe if she didn’t become as over-confident as she did, the war would have ended with her taking the world. With the right nurturing, she would have become the most feared overlord the world would ever see.

3. Loghain Mac Tir - Dragon age book (The Stolen Throne by: David Gaider) and Dragon age Origins the Video game. Yeah, there’s a theme so far i am guessing you are seeing. I can’t help but appreciate sheer intelligence. Loghain is sort of obvious in the video games, it’s clear his intents. At the same time, there is far far more than what is merely on the surface with this man. An obvious villain, almost to the point of it being boring. Yet, why in the games are so many people hesitant and trusting of him? This man had proved himself, over and over, that he had his country in his heart and would do anything to protect it and keep it from the true monsters of the world. People. He was never shy about the routes he’d take, the lengths he’d go, he was brass, courageous, and deceptive. He called things out, forced people to seeing the bigger picture, he didn’t need to control or lie to people about things. He got what he wanted in the most unique ways possible, not his title, not his money, not his charisma but by being true in what had to be done. 

4. Sylvanas Windrunner - Blizzard Entertainment Video games I don’t see her as a Villain, an Anti-hero, yes. Look, we all know Blizz can’t seem to understand women or know how to write them on a large scale. I seriously feel bad for both, Piera Coppola and Patty Mattson as they have to watch this poor woman get brutally torn to pieces. I will always, always have a soft spot for her and remember the days where in many respects was like Illidain, and (above) Loghain. A woman who saw the bigger picture and would sacrifice anything to save everything she cared for. I wont drag on for her, simply because i know the most people who are doing this and following are from the Blizzard franchise and i know we have all heard many many layers to this continued argument about this particular character. If ya wanna PM about it or rant at me, bring it. I’m an Alliance player at heart, but i only got into w.o.w because of this woman. Both sides are shit. *drops mic*

5. Aaravos - Dragon Prince, Netflix television animated show. Okay, seriously, if you haven’t seen the show yet: DO IT! Just as with this theme, INTELLIGENCE, INTELLIGENCE, INTELLIGENCE! Tactful, charming, knowledgeable, i mean...look at that face! He is hands down perfect. Sadly, we still know very little of him but goshdamnit! Love! Love! Love! I can not wait to know more of him and see more of him. 

6. Maleficent - Fairy Tale story / Disney The jist of her, from stories and movies, is general: She was snubbed or insulted by the royal court and took her revenge on the child they were all celebrating. I’m sorry, but this has always been fantastic to me. What is more painful and hard to deal with then your own child being cursed? Claim petty if you want, but no, oh no my dear friend, this is a brilliant revenge. A normal person would blame the man in charge and curse him, but meh, whatever. Kings wont remember how they snubbed others, this is proven time and time again in many stories. Will this act ever be forgotten? Will the generations always remember not to snub a powerful faerie? You better believe it! She made a ever lasting mark, an impression that has lasted since the 13th century! Throughout the years no one has changed these facts: Maleficent was powerful, she was disrespected and she took her revenge onto a child. Normal stories like these over the years have changed both villains and heroes, or even circumstances. This classic has even seen the beautiful creation, directed by Robert Stromberg from a screenplay by Linda Woolverton, and still they honour the root of what was and with a focus on the villain and her origins.  How many villains get this?

7. Narberal Gamma - Overlord Anime/ Manga series Who doesn’t love a maid? Not to mention a Battle maid. Narberal is...mm, i don’t even know how to express her. She’s just generally cool, powerful, intelligent, loyal and honest with everything around her, just a demeanor of a refined perfection. She’s enjoyable to watch. Another thing i enjoy, she’s not the main villain. The show itself has many “villains”, i say in such way because it’s never really clear or obvious what you can count as villain or hero in a lot of ways. Yes, some are obvious but even then in many cases showed within it’s all about circumstances, who you are following, why you are following them. I enjoy the not so cut and dry of “good and evil”. This character also helps continue that ploy, helping and yet also killing people.

8. Carmilla - Castlevania Netflix series I’m a huge vampire fan, been so since middle school. I’m not as quick whipped as i use to be about the lore, history and so on when it comes to many Vampires and their origins. With such said, damn she made me bring out the books again, especially because she was one of my favorites to read about. I mean, Lesbian vampire. Do i need to say more? For now, i’ll only focus on the more recent adaption of her. So, yeah theme? We get it, intelligence. The world truly is a chess board for her, however she does not expect people to just flip the board on her. God, Jaime Murray, thank you so much for that wtf moment cause you expressed her sheer just horror at watching everything fall around her with perfection. Throughout the points we see Carmilla we see her truly be the tact master, stirring the pot and also showing her prowess in form. There is also a lot of restraint i don’t think people will give her credit for. We see how she expresses her emotions in violence, but i also think we are seeing it in a very, very pulled back way. I look forward to seeing how she changes her circumstances and sets things back into her own order in the coming season.

9. Akasha - Book series: The Queen of the Damned by Anne rice and movie: The Queen of the damned. Ah yes, the books that helped start the joys of vampires and how could i not fall in love with someone toying into the very beginning and trying to draw into the beginnings of a creature known throughout the world and time. Why do i choose Akasha considering i already touched base on vampires? Simple, she will always deserve a spot on any favorite list of anything. She gave so little cares about anything and only wanted the world to die and feel her wrath. Not to mention Aaliyah played this part so beautifully well it deserves every recognition it can get. I know she doesn’t seem to quite fit with the rest, but this is partly why she is so low on the list.

10. Callisto - Xena television series Last but certainly not least, we can’t forgot about this one. Good? Bad? Surely just pure chaos! She does what she wants and cares little about the consequences. It’s been ages since i’ve last seen the show i will admit, so my bases on her is a bit rusty. However, i will always remember her out of the many other villainous people we meet in the Xena universe. Fun, witty, combatant, you never knew what she was really going to do. As soon as she popped into a episode, i would recall fondly sitting at the edge of my seat just wondering how or why she did the things she did. There is my list of favorites, i’m sure you can see the themes between them all as many of them have common traits, inspirations and personalities. Hope you all enjoyed! Tagged by: @olivia-lovecraft​ tagging: *boops* you!

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Just Say His Name Part 1

So this happened to me now for a third time, you think i would have learned my lesson. I wrote a whole lot of this story and the draft didnt save so now i must write this all over again. I may make this 3 parts im not sure yet. If you enjoyed my story please like and reblog!!!  This is based off of an old english myth!

Warning: Some language, Smut will be coming soon, some mention of Domestic Violence but very small. If alot of people like this story i will keep writing! I wanted to see how this one turned out. 

The vibrations of the train were making my eyes close even more. It has been a long ride and i have almost made it to London. Its about a two and a half hour long train ride. It was just me and Rory my cat on this journey. I am coming from Paris, i went to school there and lived with my family. A couple of days ago my parents got an letter saying that they had an urgent  meeting with some Aurors downtown. After said meeting they were told they needed to go on a trip with more Aurors out of the country. I was of course not able to attend. My mother was talking to my Aunt on the phone, my cousin Lilly attends Hogwarts. They were very excited and offered for me to stay with them while they were away. This is unfortunately a two year mission. Going in my bag i looked back at my ticket to remind myself where i am going so i dont miss my stop. Kings Cross Station Platform 9 and 3 Quarters. I sigh as i lean my head on the window. 

“Kings Cross Station next! ETA 5 minutes.” The train conductor yells as he goes through the train cars. I take a glance at Rory who is sleeping next to me. 

“Well Rory it looks like we arent in Paris anymore.” It is our third year LIlly and i, I am very excited about the next two years but also very excited. The train comes to a halt and the Whistle blows. I gather everything and  Rory. The train conductor puts my luggage on my cart and tips his hat. He leaves me alone and surrounded by people. Lots of people hurrying to catch their trains, whistles blowing and lots of carts. Frantically,i start looking for Lilly or my Aunt. 

“(Y,N)!” Sighing in relief i turn around to see my Aunt, Uncle and Lilly standing with a sign that says Welcome to London. I push my cart towards them and run to give them all a hug. “Its so nice to see you dear!” My Uncle takes my cart and they lead me to the car. 

“Its so nice to see you all too!”We all get to the car and start driving to their house. “Thank you again for taking me in, mum and dad really appreciate it.” 

“Of course! We are all very excited!”

“My friends are also very excited to meet you. They are the ones i take to you on the phone about,”

“Ah, yes Peter, Sirius, Remus and oh yeah how could i forget James.” Her parents laugh. Lilly blushes. The Car takes a turn on the next street. In the Yard you see 4 boys and a girl hanging out in the yard. I was assuming they were waiting for Lilly to get home. The car turned into long driveway and we all exited the car. A kind of tall boy with glass ran to Lilly and gave her a hug, 

“Lilly pop how are you my darling?” Her face turns red with embarrassment. 

“Ah, you must be James.” He smiles and shakes my hand. The rest of the group caught up with James, they all hugged Lilly.

“(Y/N), this is James, Peter, Sirius, Alice and Remus.” I wave

“Its so nice to meet all of you, Lilly has told me so much about you all. More about James than anyone.” James high fives Sirius meanwhile Lilly punches me on the arm. “Ow, asshole.” My Uncle gets my bags as we walk up the driveway. Her house was lovely, all brick house with a wrap around porch. Inside was just as grand as the outside. When walking inside there is a formal sitting area and formal dinning room. I followed everyone to the main living room area. It was a very  large space and the kitchen was in it as well. “Lilly what is that amazing smell?” 

“That my dear is my famous Chocolate Chip Cookies. Im reheating them for you all. Lilly why dont you go show (Y,N) her new room. The reset of you may go outside and play Quidditch-” 

“Yes!” Sirius and James cheered. 

“Without breaking anything please.” The group left to go to the backyard, Remus was the last to leave, he looked at me softly before heading out back. After he left i had the weirdest feeling i have never felt before. I barely knew this boy yet i longed for him to come back. I was drawn to him. I shook it off and headed upstairs to my new room. The room was nice, it had light blue walls, and a fluffy white rug in the middle of the room. I had a bed, desk, and bookshelf. I hugged Lilly. She was surprised at first then hugged me back. She understood that this was really hard for me not being with my parents. I was still waiting for an owl to come to let me know they made it ok. My cat Rory seemed to bed doing ok as well. Sleeping in a tall cat tree right by the window so he can watch the cars drive by. We went back downstairs and walked to the back porch. Lilly ran up to the group excited to play.

“Come on Remus how many times have you read that book?” Sirius yelled

“This happens to be my favorite book, and at least i can read better than you.” Remus smirked

“At least i can read better.” Sirius mocked. 

I was never a fan of sports and i have never played Quidditch. I was standing near a table and chairs on the porch where Remus was sitting. I took a glance without him noticing at the book he was reading. 

“To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further.-” i quoted 

“ There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.”  Remus finished the quote. “Thats right.” He smiles up at me. He gestures me to sit down. When i sit by him i feel heavy, Im so drawn to him. “Im assuming you read, and you have great taste in books.” I smile and push a piece of hair behind my ear but it falls again. This time Remus puts it behind my ear and it stays in place. All i think when i look at him is just how bad i want to jump him. “(Y/N)? You ok?” I zone back in. 

“Yeah sorry, what were you saying.” He laughed and continued.

“Whats your favorite book.?” I bit my lip to think, I have never really had an absolute favorite. 

“Well your holding one of them and Pride and Prejudice.” 

“Thats not a bad book either. What else do you like to do for fun?” I bit my lip again, i have no idea who this boy is and yet im so nervous around him. “Did you notice that you bit your lip when you are thinking.” I blush in embarrassment. Before i was going to say something he interrupted. “I think its adorable.” Im sure my face was super red now.

“Hey (Y,N) Do you want to- why is your face so read?” Remus chuckles as he leans back and continues his book. I look towards him, he winks at me then continues to read. 

“Its just hot out here. I am not a huge fan of sports but i will for sure watch,” Lilly shrugged and went to go play. The picked teams, they were now up in the air playing. Sirius had the ball the passed it to James. James threw it in the hoop but the ball landed near one of Lilly’s moms flower pots. The pot went into many different pieces. Everyone in the air and on ground were silent. 

“Please Merlin she didnt hear.”

“James and Sirius!” My Aunt yells. 

“We will go clean it up.” Everyone laughs, 

“Is there a time when they dont break something?” 

“Almost every time they break something dear, however this time it was just a flower pot and not our window.” My Aunt explained as she put the cookies on the table. “Last time they broke my window and James’s parents payed for a new one. Ive never seen James so terrified, Remus had the pleasure of watching that one unfold.” Remus chuckled and shook his head.

“What did Sirius’s parents say.” She paused as she placed a pitcher of Lemonade on the table. “Ok we dont talk about his parents, got it.” 

“Mrs. Evans is not of fan of his parents. Sirius hasnt been back home since the summer going into his second year. James’s family took him in.” I looked over at Sirius with a sad look. He was pushing James to the ground laughing. He looked so happy though. Coming from a horrible household you think he would be an asshole. “I know what your thinking, he is upset about his family but at the same time he found a better family here. Hes a nice boy.” Remus looked back up at her. She got the hint, winked and went inside. 

“That was an interesting look you gave her.” He smirked

“I just dont think hes your type.” I raised my eyebrow at him. This boy dont even know me. But whats weird is that hes right. 

“Oh really well whats my type?” 

“You date nice boys, well you started dating a type like Sirius but it didnt go well. Now you arent really looking right now nervous how the next boy will be.” He was right but it brought back memories i didnt need. I stood up, went inside and slammed the porch door. Aunt tried to stop me but i was already half way up the stairs. I think Remus means well but what he doesnt know is my last relationship ended with me in the hospital and being a werewolf for the rest of my life.

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The White Queen - (Aro x black!super spy!reader)

Author’s Note:  Okay, so we’re gonna switch gears a little bit.  I found of picture of this beautiful woman (she’s in the collage) and this idea came to my head.  Hope y’all like it.  Thanks!

Warning:  Violence, poison, bit of angst, and a little bit of blood and sex.

Disclaimer:  None of the images are mine.

Prologue

SPLASH!

“Tell me the truth!”

You began to break.

All the lies you had told...the graves you filled...it was all catching up.

“I can’t,” you whispered brokenly.

SPLASH!

“The truth!”

“I can’t!”

“Why?” He asked brokenly.

You looked down, your mouth dry.

“Because...,” you said solemnly, “Because it will hurt you.”

“Aro is coming here?”  Bella asked, her amber eyes widening at the dark news, “When?”

“In a few hours,” Alice Cullen responded as the Cullens hurried up to get ready, “They’re moving fast.”

Indeed, the Volturi did arrive at around 4pm that wintry Thursday evening.  Nobody would have thought anything of importance was up, but Aro’s face didn’t have that usual maniac glee that made other vampire tremble.

Something was wrong.

“Aro,” Carlisle greeted, trying as always to keep the peace, “What a pleasant surprise.”

“Carlisle,” Caius replied seriously.

Aro was silent.

That was odd.  The only time Caius spoke was when he was yelling for someone to be executed.

“Is something wrong?”  

Caius took a moment to reply. 

“There is a matter of concern,” the vampire lord said in an unusually calm manner, “We need to talk.”

After Carlisle let the Volturi into the living room of his him, he got straight to the point.

“You are not speaking Aro,” Carlisle noticed, “What is the problem?”

“He is distracted,” Caius replied frankly, taking off his trademark overcoat and crossing his arms over his black shirt.

“I am right here Caius,” Aro snapped.

The first words the First King of the vampire race had spoken since he arrived.

“I know,” Caius replied, “But you are angry and emotional - which means that you are in no place to rule at the moment.  Let me handle this.”

All of the Cullens’ eyes widened.

Caius never spoke to Aro like that.

“What’s the problem?”  Carlisle asked, finally understanding the weight of whatever issue was before him. 

“A human knows about us,” Caius answered, “We need to find her.”

“What is her name?”

Caius, resisted the urge not to snap at the continuous questions, but he went to answer them regardless.

But Aro intervened.

“(Y/N),” he answered.

“How did this happen?”

“...It all started out months ago,” Aro began.

You walked elegantly with the other guests into a dark and mysterious location.  

Your camera hung around your neck, along with your black Afia frames, which went nicely with your snow white Armi pantsuit.

You made no sound except for the soft clicking of your Giuseppe Zanotti suede sandals on the hard marble floor.

They were also white.

Everything about you, sans your skin, was...white.

“This is Secret Castle of Volterra,” your tour guide introduced.

You remember her name was Heidi.

“It is the oldest and most private structure in the whole city.”

You mentally snorted at the lie.  

That was what Heidi always told the foolish people who were dumb enough to take up on her of “an all-expenses-paid vacation” or “handsomely-paying job.”

After all, who would have known better than you?

You had been scouting her, watching her for weeks.

“The people of Volterra built this great place as a haven of holiness to protect them from the vampires who would prowl the night,” Heidi continued as she led you and the others through the castle.

You had to give it to her.  She was a good little actress.

“Come along everyone,” she said silkily, “We’re almost to the best part.”

Here we go, you thought, readying yourself for the worst.

You all came to two large doors, which opened up.

As you entered with the large group, all of the details came into your view, including the three ethereal men sitting in the thrones and waiting.

All according to plan...

“Ah Heidi my dead,” the head man greeted, “Right on time.”

He was more handsome than your other targets.  He was tall, with hair as long and dark as his suit, and his eyes - in all of their carmine red glory, contrasted sharply against his pale skin.

A vampire...

“Yes, my lord,” Heidi replied with a bow, “They are here, just as you commanded.”

3...2...1...

“Good,” your target replied as the other two men stood from their throne.

Others seemingly came out of nowhere, all with the same red eyes and pale skin.

Then, the doors shut and locked.

Now.

“Feast, my dears,” The vampire commanded, holding his hands out grandly.

The blonde besides him was the first to tackle a human.  

You gasped, pretending to be surprised at his brutal technique, as he seemingly ‘came up for air’ - showcasing his now bloody mouth.

The people screamed and you did too, running where they did so as to avoid being eaten.

Blend in, be silent.  That was what you were taught.

Within less than ten minutes, you were the only one alive.

You cowered back into the stone wall behind you as your attackers closed in on you from all sides.

Your formerly white suit was now crimson with blood, and you waited until your target appeared, ready to take a bite.

If you were unsuccessful, you would be drained of all your blood and your body would be disposed - no name, no date, no obituary.

But you were never unsuccessful...

He came closer...closer...

Never.

You could feel his breath on you.

Lights, camera...

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”  You screamed fearfully, putting on your best show as you cowered away from him.

“Aro!”  a male voice shouted, “Don’t!”

Your target looked over his shoulder.

“Why?” He asked.

So that was his name...

The man, whose face seemed bizarrely morose, came forward and grabbed his hand.

The man’s hungry gaze then turn to intense surprise. 

Within a minute, he was off of you.

“Clean up this mess immediately,” Aro commanded, “Everyone clean up.  Jane, get her to a room and clean her up.”

Though your brown eyes were wide and your body shook as if riddled with fear, on the inside, you smiled.

“Mission Opening” was a success.

You sat silently in the room that ‘Jane’ had placed you in, waiting patiently for your target to come to you.

It was dark, but even if your imagination used to run wild as child, you were still the scariest thing present.

The door opened and you turned around.

Deep, shuttering breaths...

Nervously, you whimpered as you backed away from him into the corner, trying to make yourself look as small as possible.

“Please,” he said softly, “Do not be afraid.”

“A-afraid?”  You replied as you made your eyes wet with tears, “Why would I be afraid?  S’not every day that you live through a group of innocent people being attacked by vampires.”

“You know of our kind?”

“Watching you suck people’s blood kind of gave you away,” you replied, wiping your cheeks dry.

Aro smiled softly as he came toward you.

He moved almost as silently as you did...

“Shhhh....,” he soothed wiping your eyes as your brought the tears back out.

“Calm down.” Aro said softly, “I will not harm you.”

Your breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Please let me go,” you pleaded in broken tone, “If you’re planning to hold me for ransom then you should know I have no money-”

“Shh...,” Aro soothed, gently tracing your soft lips with his fingers, “I told you.  I will not harm you.”

“Then...why won’t you let me leave?’

“Because,” Aro replied, grabbing your hands in his, “You are very special to me.”

July 13th

“My love, are you sure you don’t want something to eat?”

“Honey I’m positive,” you soothed, “Besides I see something far more delicious right now.”

A hungry look glimpsed in Aro’s eyes as you grazed his stone chin with your manicured fingers.

You and he decided to step out for a night on the town and were flanked by Felix, Demetri and Jane.

As the two of you walked, he told you everything you wanted to know about “The Cold Ones.”

“Tell me more about your kind,” you said, curling closer to Aro as your white trench coat billowed in the nightly Italian breeze.

“What else could there be?”  He asked, “We are immensely strong, we do not sleep, we drink human blood - though the man I told you of in Washington lives off the blood of animals along with his...family.  What else is there?”

You stopped, taking his hands in yours and looking deep into his eyes.

“Why did you spare me that night?”

Aro sighed, “Because you are my mate.”

Intel on mating habits acquired.

“Your mate?”

“Yes,” Aro answered, “Each vampire, male or female, has another half - a mate to call their own.  This person is their soul mate, and the vampire cannot function without them.”

“Then...what will happen to me?”

“What do you mean?”

“I am human, honey,” you answered, “I am inching closer to death while we speak.”

Aro smiled softly, taking your cheek in his hard hands, “That is no problem, my love.  I will turn you into one of us.  Then we shall be together forever.”

“I like the sound of that.” 

You smiled and leaned close, planting a kiss on him.

Aro smiled and kissed you again, making your lip lock deeper.

“Forever.”

In that moment, you were compromised.

 That night, you sat in Aro’s study, looking nervous.

His “wife” Sulpicia had found you two in a particularly inappropriate position on top of Aro’s desk.

SMASH!

You winced as the glass broke.

Needles to say, she wasn’t taking it too well.

Against your better judgement, you snuck out of the study and took the short journey to the throne room to see what was happening.

They were at each other’s throats.

“Aro I will not accept it!” Sulpicia yelled. 

“I DO NOT CARE WHAT YOU WILL ACCEPT!”  Aro roared.  “SHE.  IS.  MINE.”

“You abandon me for her!”

“Wow, my dear,” Aro snapped venomously, “How perceptive of you!”

“You have been different ever since she came here,” Sulpicia ranted, “You are not as cold as you used to be.  You are gentler, calmer.  ...You are happy.”

“YES SULPICIA, I AM HAPPY!”  Aro ranted, “I have not felt this way in the thousand years I have been like this.  I am myself when I am with her.  I can tell her anything.  She is kind and sweet...gentle.  She is intelligent and the only woman cultured enough to understand the value of The Merchant of Venice.  And the best part?  She’s all mine.”

A tear cascaded down your eyes as you listened to him speak.

Nobody ever said anything like that about you before.

“So yes Sulpicia,” Aro spoke, “I am different with her, because I am happy.  You can either accept that, or I can dispose of you like you were never here.”

“You will not disregard me,” Sulpicia growled, “I will kill that Moorish whore before you-CUUGGGGHT!”

Aro had her by the throat.

“On second thought,” he said coldly, “You services are no longer required.  Goodbye, my wife.”

Then, Aro yanked Sulpicia’s head off like it was plastic and kicked it across the room.

“Jane,” he called.  

The young blonde came in.

“Please have this...trash burned.  I do not wish to smell the filth anymore.”

“Yes Master.”

For the first time since you left, you were unhappy.

Aro had killed someone for you.

It wasn’t that you were shocked.  You knew the kind of man he was, the kind of ruler he had to be...

But when he killed Sulpicia, he had committed a fork - one attack on her, the other on your heart.

Indeed, you thought, Compromised.

September 4th

You curled into Aro, trying to slow down your rapidly beating heart, as her brushed your 4C curls - which were now wet with sweat.

The two of you, after hours of lovemaking, were now curled up naked in his bed.

“Honey that was amazing,” you praised, grazing his chest.

“Mmmmm I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he said with a smile, “Thou it was quite the vision to see you so wet for me.  Those moans of yours are...sinful.”

“You are unkind sir,” you teased, placing playful kiss on his lips.

“Then perhaps you should punish me,” Aro said seductively, pulling you into his arms and meshing his tongue with yours.

KNOCK KNOCK!

Aro huffed as you rolled off him.

He always hated interruptions.

“Aro,” Caius called, “If you are done producing your body weight in sperm, we have business to attend to.”

Aro growled, but relaxed slightly when you kissed his jawline.

“Fine,” he called, “I shall be there in a few minutes.”

“You’re leaving?”  You asked as he got up to head to the bathroom.

“Not leaving,” he answered, sparing you a loving look, “Just working.  Relax for the day, and I shall return later.  We will pick up right where we left off.”

You sighed with exaggerated air as you crawled on the bed, “But I want you to stayyyyyy.”

“My love,” Aro chastised, “Are we really going to - ”

“Mmmmm,” you moaned, parting your legs and rubbing your clit, holding your parted legs wide open so he could see.

Aro bit his lip and the scent of our sex his nose.

“Fuck Aro,” you moaned, your fingers catching a rhythm as you stuck your butt up, “I need you.”

Aro growled, swiftly returning to bed and flipping you over.

“I suppose we could have a quickie,” he said.

Shortly after, your moans filled the castle.

September 4th

This was the longest time since your ascension that you were able to act like yourself.

You did not have to be prim and proper around Aro.  

He loved you whether your were perturbed, goofy, grumpy...

He loved all of you.

Sure, you were compromised, but you didn’t even give C.H.E.S.S. or the Intel they wanted that much energy anymore.

You were happy.

“You are good at this game,” Aro commented, as you moved another white piece on your board.

A Nimzo-Indian.

“Thank honey.  And to my credit, I have been playing for a long time,” you said as Aro moved another black piece on the board, “You might want to be careful though. My bite is worse than my bark.”

Aro smiled, “Well I am sure of that.  You proved that well enough last night.”

You laughed as Aro winked at you.

“You flirt,” you giggled.

“Oh we are way past flirting, my dear,” Aro replied, taking out a book.

“What is this?”  You asked as he handed it to you.

“Just open it.”

Your eyes narrowed playfully, but you did as he said.

You flipped through the pages of The Merchant of Venice copy and your eyes furrowed with interest when you noticed a gap in the pages.

Flipping to it, your eyes widened when you founds its source and held it up to the light.

“Holy shit,” you said.

“It is not much but - ”

“Aro I love it,” you said, “It’s beautiful.”

“Good,” Aro replied, coming around from the chess game, “I want you to admire your engagement ring.”

Oh shit.

“W-What?”

He knelt down in front you, taking your hand in his.

“(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), I have never met any woman like you.  You are perfect for me in each and every way and I cannot live without you.  I need you not just to be happy, but to live.  (Y/N)...will you marry me?”

C.H.E.S.S. never allowed operatives to marry.

Too many loose ends and distractions.

Still, a ray of hope glimmered inside of you, the kind that said that you could outsmart a government organization.

You could make this work, you were sure you could.

You just had to tie up some things first.

“Yes,” you said tearfully, “I do.”

“You proposed to her?” Esme asked with large eyes.

“I loved her,” Aro answered, “So yes, yes I did.  I was planning to turn her right after the wedding but...well, you understand.”

“So let me get this straight,” Emmett said, “You’re saying that you - Aro Volturi, king of all vampire kind, fell in love with a woman who turned out to be a super spy and now that she’s disappeared, you want us to help you find her.”

“Pretty much,” Caius said casually, “You didn’t even hear what happened when she left.  I had to find out her dirty little secrets.”

November 3rd

Aro walked to the room you two shared, ready to confront you.

Even with the coming of the wedding, and everyone (sans Caius of course) being cherry for the upcoming occasion, you - for some odd reason, were not happy.

Everybody had caught onto your mood swing.

Instead of being your happy, cultured and goofy self, you were cold, quiet and withdrawn.

Aro opened the door to the room and his eyes widened.

You were nowhere in sight.  Your clothes had been left there, and the window was open.

You were gone.

That sent Aro into panic mode.  All of the vampires in the Volturi had immediately been called back from any assignment and ordered to search for you.

After three days, Caius came into Aro’s study.

“Aro,” he said urgently, “We need to talk.”

“Not now Caius.”

“Yes now!”  Caius snapped, “It’s about (Y/N).”

“What did you find?”

Caius came in a dropped a thick manila file on his desk.

“I had a couple of scouts head to the United States to search for her.  One of them came across a government worker who was about to incinerate her file.”

Aro was confused.

“Her file?”

Caius gestured to it, and Aro flipped through it.

“She is not just a normal woman, Aro.  She’s an operative for the Clarigate Hessian Eradication Secret Society, also known as C.H.E.S.S, based in the United States.  She has over three hundred confirmed kills and she is skilled in multiple forms of martial arts ranging from Jujutsu to Muay Thai.  She is also well versed in the use of multiple military grade weapons.  They call her The White Queen.”

Aro was flipped through the file, looking at all of your victims.

Government workers...rich moguls...German chancellors...they had all fallen by your hand.

He froze.

Everything...every single thing about you...was a lie?

Aro roared with rage, flipping over his desk.

“Find her,” Aro growled, “Bring her back to me!”

“I didn’t take it too well,” Aro explained.

“Holy shit,” Renesmee mumbled.

“Young lady,” Bella chastised, “Language.”

“No,” Caius said solemnly, “She is right.  This woman got to us in a way that no human has.  She lived with us for months, learned endless secrets.  If we do not find her...it could mean the end of all vampire kind.”

Just then, Jane rushed back in. 

“Master,” she said hastily.

That was the first time Bella had seen her shocked.

“Jane...what is it?”

“She’s here.  The White Queen is here.”

Aro, Caius, The Volturi and all of the Cullens rushed to the back yard to see the commotion.

You stood there in your trademark white bodysuit, waiting patiently.

“(Y/N),” Aro said.

“Hello honey,” you greeted solemnly.

“You lied to me,” Aro growled coming toward you, “You broke left me.”

“I know that.”

“You disappeared without a word!”

“I know that too.”

“Was everything a lie?  Our love...all of it?!”

You shook your head, a tear dripping down your cheek, “No.”

“The what was the truth?”

“The truth...is that I love you.”

“You are a government operative.  How can I be sure that you are telling me the truth?”

You said nothing. 

After all, and given the circumstances, Aro was right to suspicious.

Aro roared with rage as he rushed toward you.

Remembering your years of training, you sidestepped him and used his strength to flip him a few feet away.

Getting up after his tumble, he glared at you.

“So that’s who you really are,” he said venomously.

“Yes,” you said gravely, “Attack me again Aro.  Maybe you might kill me and make things simple for me.”

“SIMPLE?! RAHHHHHHHH!”

Aro fought you with pure rage and you blocked every single move.  Everyone watched as the two of you went back and forth in a blur of black and white.

Before the Aro could strike another blow, someone got between the two of you and pushed you apart.

“Enough!”  Caius commanded, “Everyone calm down!”

“She lied to me!”  Aro said angrily, “She left me!”

“I know that,” Caius growled, “But she came back.  And you will hate yourself if you kill her.”

Aro calmed down slightly, but his glare never left you.

“Now,” Caius ordered, turning to you, “You have some explaining to do - ”

“Caius I can’t tell - ”

“Do not dare argue with me after what you did.  You are going to explain and you will do it now.”  

You backed up, “I just came to say goodbye.  I do not have time for explanations.”

“Then you will make time.”

You were grabbed by Felix and Demetri and knocked to the ground.  Jane came and wrapped your arms and legs with hard cables.

“Get her inside,” Caius ordered, “We’ll make her talk.”

You sat across from Aro in the Cullen’s dark basement.

While you were tied to a chair, his arms were crossed and his eyes sharp and narrow.

Oh yeah, he was pissed.

“Why?”  He asked.

“Why what, Aro?”

“Why did you lie to me?”

You shrugged, “You were my target.  I had to collect Intel.”

“Intel on what?”  Caius demanded.

“...On vampires.”

“So that is what this...C.H.E.S.S. is?  An organization meant to hunt us down?”  Carlisle asked gently.

You nodded.

“So you don’t love me then.”

You looked up at Aro, “How did you come to that conclusion?”

“You lead me on for months, charming me...getting me to love you.  Was it all for me, or were just charming me for information?”

“No...no it...it started out as any other mission.  Then...after that kiss we shared months ago...I fell for you.”

“When was our first kiss then?  If you love me so much then you should be able to recall when it happened.”

“July 13th, 9:40 pm near the Caffè di fiori,” you answered instantly.

Aro sighed, momentarily satisfied.

“You could have just told me the truth,” he said.

“I was going to.  After you proposed I immediately started making plans to disappear off C.H.E.S.S.’s radar forever.  I was going to go all the way - fake my death, destroy my files - you name it.  But it wasn’t that simple.  They wouldn’t let me leave since The Queen’s Gambit hadn’t been completed.”

“The Queen’s Gambit,” Caius repeated, “I assume that’s code for your mission to spy on us?”

You nodded, “When an operative becomes compromised, or defects to the enemy side, they have to be put down.  They put a Code Zugzwang on me.  I’ve had two assassins come after me just this last week.”

“I assume you handled them?”

You nodded.

Aro’s eyes were narrowed again, “You’re not telling me everything.”

“What?”

“Do not what me.  You are withholding something.”

You shook your head, “Aro I swear...I’m not.”

Before you knew it, Aro had you by the neck and your body was resting on the chair’s hind legs.

“Tell me the truth,” he growled.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Aro huffed, sitting you back upright.

“Get the water,” he told Caius.

SPLASH!

“Talk!’  Aro growled.

He knew how you hated getting your curls wet. 

The water always made the oil on your scalp itch.

“I said I don’t know what you mean!”  You snapped.

SPLASH!

“Dammit Aro!”  You snapped, “Stop it.”

“Not until you tell me the truth,” he said brokenly, before pouring more cold water on your head.

SPLASH!

“Tell me the truth!”

You began to break.

All the lies you had told...the graves you filled...it was all catching up.

“I can’t,” you whispered brokenly.

SPLASH!

“The truth!”

“I can’t!”

“Why?” He asked brokenly.

You looked down, your mouth dry.

“Because...,” you said solemnly, “Because it will hurt you.”

Aro knelt in front of you, holding your head in his hands.

“Tell me the truth,” he demanded.

“His name is Jack Barnett.  They call him The Player.”

Aro held you in his arms as you told him everything about you - the real you.

When you were eight, your parents were murdered by vampires.

Jack Barnett, a hot new elite agent for the U.S. Secret Service found you.

It was then after meeting you an taking you in that he got a brilliant idea.

An organization, dedicated to wiping the scourge of all supernatural creatures, carried out by young and talented child soldiers who would be nurtured into mindless soldiers.

You were the first.

Jack nurtured you, told you that you were his “special girl.”

It was only after you learned the meaning of sexual assault that you finally understood what that meant.

“He...he raped you?”  Aro asked.

You curled closer to him on the couch as all of Cullens and Volturi members listened in.

“Three times,” you confirmed with a nod, “He thought I forgot.  I was actually planning to poison him after this last mission.  But I didn’t anticipate you.”

Aro smiled, “So...you love me?”

“More than you could ever know.”

“Then we should confront C.H.E.S.S.,” Caius suggested, “And Mister Barnett will die first.”

The Volturi murmured in agreement.

“In that case,” Carlisle said as the Cullens stepped forward, “We’re helping too.”

“Plus I really want you to show me some of those coll fighting moves,” Renesmee commented, plopping down next to you.

You laughed lightly, pinching her cheeks, “Of course I will.”

The next morning, Aro watched from the back porch as you taught Renesmee the Throat Punch and Reverse Roundhouse Kick.

“Your wife is impressive.”

Aro looked over his shoulder to see Bella come up beside him.

“Your daughter isn’t bad either,” Aro replied casually, noting how Renesmee was swiftly catching onto your training.

“She is a fast learner,” Bella said, “And I imagine you are happy to have your Queen back.”

Aro snorted lightly, “A little bit - yes.”

“Good,” Bella commented, patting him on the shoulder, “You should keep her around.  She had a good effect on you.”

Aro smiled again, waving back at you as your smiled and waved at him.

Perhaps you did.

It had been a funny turn of events.

You - the woman who had entered the world with lie on top of lie on top of lie, now lit up his world with justice, honor, truth and happiness.

Ha, the White Queen always did win after all...

Author’s Note:  Aaaaaaaand that’s all folks!  Gosh, this was a long one!  Hope y’all liked it.  I worked REALLY hard on it.  Comment to let me know what you think!  Thanks guys!

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All the other questions for the author's ask :)

1. Is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?

I’ve always loved stories and movies that take place at boarding schools and so I’ve always wanted to write a story/novella that takes place there but I’ve never found the right setting or time period or characters or events and it blows

2. What work of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing?

The very first novel I ever wrote and finished. It still hasn’t seen the light of day or an editing and it’s been 4 years 

3. What order do you write in? Front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

I usually try to write everything in chronological order but when I get stuck, I dive right in to the meat of the story/my favorite scenes and then try to work the story around that

4. Favorite character you’ve written

In terms of fan fiction, my character Nikita Mikhailov, who is Villanelle’s new handler in my fic Stands the Lonely Tree 

In terms of original work, I really like my character Marjorie Addams, who appears in a novella I wrote a year and a half ago called Eden, which takes place at a music camp over seven days and somebody dies 

5. Character you were most surprised to end up writing

Villanelle, tbh; I love writing from her POV

6. Something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now

I would definitely change how melancholic it is because I really feel like people hate that 

7. When asked, are you embarrassed or excited to tell people that you write?

Excited, most of the time; I’ve never had anyone in my life tell me that what I want to do is useless or not worth pursuing, and for that I’m incredibly lucky

8. Favorite genre to write

Realistic fiction but my guilty pleasure is post-apocalyptic and attempts at period pieces (like my latest play!)

9. What, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

I watch my favorite movies or I go to the bookstore or to the movies and other times I read my favorite books or fic authors or listen to new music; all these things have helped spark inspiration at some point or another!

11. What aspect of your writing do you think has most improved since you started writing?

Definitely dialogue; I used to struggle with that so much but now it’s relatively easy in prose form anyway; plays are a whole different beast but I won’t go into that right now lol

12. Your weaknesses as an author

Humor. I feel like I can’t make anything light-hearted or funny to combat the seriousness of my stories (Phoebe Waller-Bridge please take me under your wing)

13. Your strengths as an author

People tell me my writing flows quite well and that I’m very detail-oriented and that they really like my style (how it sounds poetic at times), so I guess those would be strengths

14. Do you make playlists for your current WIPS?

Sometimes, yes, particularly if I’m writing a scene that has a certain vibe to it, I have to find a song that matches that vibe 

15. Why did you start writing?

Ever since I was a tinier human, I’d always been making up stories, whether I was outside playing with my horses and zoo animals and dolls or just writing random sentences. I remember once, when I was 9, I was thinking of this story and I started writing it down and I had a moment of ‘I can get what’s in my head onto the page?!’ and it was just this giant revelation, and so I’ve been writing ever since then. I didn’t start to take it seriously until I was in high school, and that’s when I began writing “for real,” I guess you could say, and I also took it up as a sort of therapy because between middle school and high school there was a lot of trauma, and writing about it helped. 

16. Are there any characters who haunt you?

Ah, there’s my character from my very first novel, Abigail Leatherby, who I haven’t been able to stop thinking of ever since I first met her; and then there’s Winnie Andersen, my sassy OC from a post-apocalyptic novella I was working on a year and a half ago; and also Marjorie Addams, who I have a lot of feelings about

18. Were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? What were they?

The first book I ever read as a “serious writer” was The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold and it influenced me in terms of the melancholy and nostalgia department, because it was a character literally looking back at life while she wasn’t able to live it anymore (because she’s dead); then there was Donna Tartt and her fucking Dickens style of writing that’s so elegant and refined and detailed and I stole a few detail-writing tips from her; and now I must say the lovely Luke Jennings has influenced me too in terms of not shying away from rather explicit things, because if you have a character that’s into those things, you may as well be explicit about it. Reading his novel gave me more confidence to not censor myself as much. 

19. When it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timelines, etc?

I’m the kind of author who rarely plans their shit out; I just write as it comes and hope for the best in tying everything together in a neat little bow, but when the story is really complicated, I usually like to outline major plot events and then try to string together all the little things that lead up to those major plot events. It’s a pain in the ass but it helps so much

20. Do you write in long sit-down sessions or in little spurts?

I do both depending on how much of an asshole my brain is being

21. What do you think when you read over your older work?

“There’s potential lurking under these really badly written lines and dialogue, I just have to get my hammer and chisel!”

22. Are there any subjects that make you uncomfortable to write?

Really explicit sex is one of them, especially if it has to be anatomical… I just can’t; it makes me cringe so much. And there’s also some violence or trauma subjects I won’t write about simply because I’ve yet to get a distance away from a few things that happened to me in order to write about them without being taken back to when they happened

24. Have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene for a story?

The only thing I can think of right now is film photography and how you had to develop it in a darkroom (although personal experience helped with that too)

25. Copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph you’re particularly proud of

Anna Leonova’s apartment is sealed off by bright crime scene tape eventwo months later. There are signs of traffic but other than that there isnothing. Her precious belongings are collecting dust. The place smells staleand lifeless. It had once been full of it, a warm place with conversation andbooks and passionate sex and as she retraces old steps, Villanelle takes in theold details. There is the table they’d had lessons at. There is the couch she’donce slept on out of a sort of fear that, after being in Anna’s bed for sexualreasons, Anna wouldn’t want her there for any other intimacy. There is thechair they’d defiled. There is the bathroom where Villanelle had first kissedAnna. And there is the bedroom, that precious place, the last place anythinggood had happened between them. It isn’t yellow with morning’s light. It’s greyand sour.

Thank you, Anon! 

#long post #writing asks #that last one is spoilers isn't it #oopsies