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purplekissinger · 3 months

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I am the pretty thing that lives in the castle

And I pray one prayer - I repeat it till my tongue stiffens - Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you - haunt me, then! Emily Bronte, ‘Wuthering Heights’.

Y/N became a ghost instead of Myrtle. She couldn't care less about Tom. He wishes he could say the same. Wordcount: 3k.

At their first meeting, Tom even shrieked a little (as he later justified, solely because Y/N took him by surprise). He crept towards the sinks that bathed in the bluish light of the moon, and did not at all expect that someone would jump at him from the ceiling with a “Boo!”

“Boo,” Y/N said reluctantly and passed through him like a light bluish cloud. Tom closed his eyes, but didn’t feel anything.

“Good evening to you too,” he said, looking at her cautiously. Y/N floated up to the ceiling and was now studying the stucco, running her ghostly finger absentmindedly over the frozen gargoyle masks. “What's new?”

“As you may guess, absolutely nothing,” Y/N responded, “but I like that you’re trying to be polite. It's nice.”

“Do you feel ‘nice’?”

“Not really. I'm using words that I learned in life, but they don't quite describe my experience because I've never experienced anything like this before. I'd rather you be polite than rude, and that's my new “nice.”

Tom looked at her, a luminous spot against the black wall, which trembled slightly, like the wings of a strange butterfly. Y/N died wearing a thin shirt, but there was no longer any way she could be cold or get sick.

“If I didn’t know you were a Ravenclaw, I would have guessed by now,” he said.

“I was different when I was alive,” Y/N said judiciously. “More lively”

“You sure were”.

“No, I mean it. I can't explain it enough for you to understand, but this experience is...changing. Everything becomes so transparent, unreal. If I were the same, I would have already cried barrels of tears and flooded the toilet”.

“There is someone who is eager to do that for you,” Tom said gloomily. “Myrtle has been whining all day long, telling everyone what a wonderful friend you were.”

“Me?” Y/N sounded surprised. “I can’t remember that we were friends. However, I did stand up for her a couple of times…”

Tom kept silent a little longer, angrily tapping his fingers on the broken edge of the sink. When falling, already dead, Y/N hit her head here. They didn't fix the sink, instead, they put a lock on the toilet door, but Tom sneaked in almost every evening.

“Is that why you’re not angry at me for killing you?” he finally asked.

“Well, technically you didn’t kill me. You just released a basilisk, which also didn't do anything against its nature, so it's kind of like an accident. Although I can understand why you didn’t tell anyone about it all,” Y/N said. “No, that’s not the reason why”.

“You are very understanding,” said Tom. “Is it okay if I stay here a little longer? I need to prepare an essay on the history of magic, and tomorrow is the final match between the badgers and Slytherin. All of Hogwarts is shaking”.

“Make yourself at home,” Y/N said indifferently.

She went down to the Chamber of Secrets with him when the time came to seal it. Hovering silently two steps behind him, she looked at the tunnels and rusty gratings that were many, many centuries old, and for the first time something like curiosity was reflected on her transparent face. For some reason this made Tom feel almost happy. Y/N’s curiosity became almost human when, rustling its scales, a huge snake slowly crawled out of the black hole in the wall and surrounded them with a ring, and put its terrible head so as to get a better look at the guests, and hissed in greeting.

“I've read that those who speak Parseltongue can look a basilisk in the eyes and survive,” said Tom, looking down, “but I don’t want to test that.”

Y/N looked fearlessly with her dead eyes straight into the face of the creature.

“Yes, the cost of a mistake would be very high,” she said. “What is your pet's name?”

“Susie,” Tom said quietly. “It's a girl”.

Y/N smiled weakly.

“Hello, Susie,” she said. Susie let out a squeal that sounded more like a laugh. “Nice to meet you. Unfortunately, this is not for long, because we have come to seal the Chamber of Secrets forever.”

“For a while,” Tom corrected her. “Susie, I'll be back, I promise. I don't know when, but I'll be back”.

He closed his eyes and stretched his hands forward. The basilisk poked its terrible mouth into his chest, and Tom hugged her.

***

When Tom returned to school the next year, no one noticed anything, and he even began to think that the ritual did not work, but as soon as he crossed the threshold of the toilet on the third floor, a quiet exclamation was heard from under the ceiling:

“Oh! Tom, what happened to you?”

Like a feather or a petal, Y/N slowly descended towards him. Tom looked at her and thought that flying suited her well.

“Is it that noticeable?” he asked suspiciously.

“You have become very small,” Y/N said, flying around him. “Like this,” and made a small circle with her hands. “Where did half of you go?”.

This is how he learned that ghosts see the effects of Horcruxes.

“I won’t tell anyone,” she promised. “Who was it?”

And Tom told her. About everything, about how he found out who the Gaunts were, about how he found his uncle, about the Riddles, about how scary it was to look at his father’s corpse, because he was so very alike him, about how he made a Horcrux right there while the bodies were still warm. It was easy for him, he wanted to talk, to free himself from every detail, take it out of his head, let Y/N look, discuss, judge.

She was in no hurry to judge. She just said:

“This could backfire on you.”

“How?” Tom suddenly felt offended. He just now realized that he would like her to admire what a cool magician he is, and maybe even clap her hands.

“I know more than you,” she said vaguely. “Not everything, perhaps, but more. Yes, I’m still on the threshold, but from where I’m standing, it’s clear that you acted very rashly.”

“What do you mean by ‘still’?"

She didn't answer.

All autumn, winter and summer he went to visit Y/N, even leaving textbooks in a niche by the window. It was quiet and somehow very cozy there, the light from the window was so gentle, and on sunny days the stained glass windows seemed to light up with colored lights. Y/N was silent for the most part, but seeing her figure out of the corner of his eye and hearing her thoughtful humming under her breath was... nice. This was his new “nice”, because something inside of him began to change inexplicably, irreversibly and horribly.

In winter, he asked her to come to the Yule Ball, and she agreed, and she blew out all the candles and ruined the chandelier. Oh, the chaos!.. And in the spring they celebrated Y/N’s first Deathday Party. For this occasion Tom stole a lemon pie from the kitchen, but Y/N politely thanked him and said that she couldn’t eat that. She fluttered back and forth, he chewed on the pie, they argued about the technique of using Fiendfyre, and it was a nice evening.

“I won’t come back here in the fall,” Tom said suddenly, because in fact that’s all he’s been thinking about for the last few days.

“I know,” Y/N said. “You are in seventh year. I can count to seven”.

“But I’ll come back someday,” he said stubbornly. “I just don’t know when”.

“I think I’ve already heard this once”.

“I’ll come back for Susie too, don’t you worry.”

“And what will we do then, riddle me this?”

“Seize the Ministry of Magic,” he blurted out. “Y/N, I'll miss you. Will you miss me?”

“I would like to tell you something nice in response, but I’ll tell the truth. Maybe I won't be here soon.”

He suddenly felt very hot. Then terribly cold.

“What do you mean you won’t be here? Where are you going to go?” Tom asked in an unnaturally high voice. “Aren’t you here forever?”

“Not really,” Y/N answered evasively. “You see, when I died, I was not at all ready for this”.

“Can anyone possibly be ready for this?”

“You must be ready, Tom. Now I know that. I was confused and made... the wrong choice. Stuck on the threshold. Didn't go any further. But I can step forward at any moment, I just need to think it over carefully and make a decision”.

“Can’t you step back?” Tom asked. He did not put hope into these words, but it sounded nevertheless.

“No,” Y/N answered simply. “I died, Tom”.

He rested his hand on his cheek and watched her spin, arms outstretched, right up to the ceiling, the invisible wind blowing her hair. He said:

“I regret that I didn’t know you when you were alive. I think we could become friends.”

“We could,” Y/N agreed. “But for this to happen you shouldn’t have killed me”.

Tom jumped up sharply and, his burning face hid in his hands, quickly walked out of the room. The door slammed so loudly that the noise echoed throughout the entire corridor.

***

Tom did not soon cross this threshold again.

He walked from Dumbledore's office after the first unsuccessful job interview in his life, he wanted to get out of the castle as quickly as possible so as not to endure this humiliation anymore, but his feet themselves led him to the third floor.

“You have become even smaller,” said a familiar voice, which he had only dreamed about in the morning. Loud, distant, but somehow comforting. “You're barely visible”.

Tom was silent. He looked and still did not believe that he was seeing her again. Finally he grinned and stepped forward.

“But you’re still the same,” he said.

“The same, but not quite,” Y/N objected, going down to meet him. “I thought a lot and almost decided to take a step further”.

“But not yet?”

“Not yet. This is a complex process, and it doesn't get any easier now that I have all the time in the world”.

“What exactly are you doing?” Tom asked, leaning against the wall. A forgotten feeling of comfort covered him in a cool wave. He felt like he wanted to stay.

“I’m thinking,” Y/N said. “A lot”.

“Don’t you need to, I don’t know, take revenge on your murderer?” he asked and realized that it sounded like a request. Lord Voldemort had a lot of requests that day.

“No, thanks,” said Y/N. She looked him up and down with a curious look and added: “It seems to me that there’s not much left of him anyway.”

Tom tiredly sank to the floor and tucked his legs under him. He wanted to talk to her again and again, so that she would answer sharply, but always to the point. He wanted her to scream at him, to rush to claw his eyes out, he wanted her to thirst for revenge.

“I sometimes saw you in my dreams,” he said. “Like we’re friends or something.”

“I have nothing to do with this,” Y/N said. “Have you made any living friends over the years?”

“Wait for me,” Lord Voldemort said without listening to her. He wanted it to sound like an order, but it turned out to be the third request. “Y/N, I figured out how to defeat death.”

“Sure you did”.

“I am not lying. I really fought it all this time and almost won”.

“I wish you would know how stupid you look now.”

“Are you going to listen or not?! I tell you, wait, I will bring you back, I will fix everything, you will be alive again, I will get you out…”

“Promise?”

“Yes, yes!”

“Lord Voldemort's promise?”

She smiled. Unable to look at her, Tom stormed out.

***

The third time he returned to the castle was on May 2, 1998. He walked along the empty corridors of the third floor, and his steps echoed loudly. He was going to congratulate Y/N on her yet another Deathday. In his hands was not a lemon pie, but an Elder Wand.

The door to the girls' toilet was blown off its hinges by the explosion. He crossed the threshold and saw that the stained glass windows were broken, and golden dawn rays were pouring into the room. For a second it seemed to him that the place was empty, that he was late.

“Oh, Merlin!” a familiar laugh rang out. “What's happened to you, Tom? You have become so very small, smaller than a mouse!”

She came down from the ceiling as before, but for the first time he saw her in the pink rays of the sun, and she seemed almost alive. For the first time he saw her almost alive.

“Come with me, Y/N”, he said softly. His hand trembled a little, grasping his wand. “I will bring you back to life. I will give you back everything and even more. Soon I will have the Resurrection Stone, and you will live again”.

She laughed even louder, twirled as if in a dance, and he felt uneasy.

“Stupid, stupid Tom,” Y/N said. “Still don’t get this, do you? Everyone gets smarter over the years, but you seem to only get dumber”.

And no Avada Kedavra could shut her up.

“But I'm glad you came. Really, I am. I wanted to say goodbye to you, Tom. I'm finally making that step”.

“No,” Lord Voldemort said in a changed voice. “Don’t. Don’t you dare”.

“Or else what?”

“Don't do this”, when was the last time he begged for something, pleaded? Was it with her?! “Stay. Stay, Y/N. I told you, I'll bring you back!”

“You forgot the magic word”. Y/N giggled. She sank to the floor and looked at him cheerfully and seriously at the same time. “I feel sorry for you, Tom”.

He had heard it once before, but coming from her it sounded and felt like “Crucio.”

“I have to go, really. There's no time to chat. I’ll tell you one more thing. Soon you will be offered a choice one last time, so please, please, don’t be stubborn. Can you do this for me?”

Tom looked at her desperately, afraid to blink, and still missed the moment when Y/N melted into the air.

***

The empty platform shines white, as if it were covered with snow. There are no trains here. No people, too. The bench blackens on the platform like a wound. A faint whimper came from under the bench.

A girl is walking along the platform.

She is wearing a thin shirt, but there is no way that she could be cold. The blue tie is fluttering in the invisible wind. She hurries to the bench, bends down, carefully takes out the bundle of robes from there, and opens it, and smiles a little and carefully presses it to her chest.

#harry potter #tom riddle #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x reader #voldemort x y/n #voldemort x reader

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apoemaday · 2 months

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Hour of Stars

by Federico Garcia Lorca tr. Catherine Brown

The round silence of night, one note on the stave of the infinite.

Ripe with lost poems, I step naked into the street. The blackness riddled by the singing of crickets: sound, that dead will-o'-the-wisp, that musical light perceived by the spirit.

A thousand butterfly skeletons sleep within my walls.

A wild crowd of young breezes over the river.

#poetry #federico garcia lorca #hour of stars #tr. catherine brown #lorca

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coravonblyssen · 4 months

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so i've had this thought about the soul riders for a while now ~ like how there is the 4 circles and even though our main character can technically control them all i was wondering what symbol would our character's own circle have

!! and i came to the conclusion it would be a butterfly cause the other circles are all some kind of celestial stuff up in the sky, butterflies can fly so that would symbolize how we can reach all of the 4 circles' magic, also if you pay attention in the game, sso has a lot of butterfly stuff going around

like the catherines memories stuff is butterflies, there are races where you chase butterflies and the circus race also has them also if i remember correctly there used to be a sun circle lesson with butterflies, you get a butterfly magic powder thing from soul riding training and im pretty sure i thought of more things too but i forgot - also the butterflies in this context are often pinkish the same way soul riding magic is

i drew a rough sketch

#ssoblr #star stable online #soul riders #sso #starshine legacy #sso oc

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mysteriouslytransparentwitch · 2 months

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energy prince william mornig 14 march2024 tarot

same process as Catherine, we start with the oracle of energies:

interesting, I came across Catherine's energy yet I asked for William! Ok, Catherine is trying to protect her social statue, she comes as queen of coins but she is accompanied by a black cat = she feels unlucky! she is surrounded by her team and is thinking about a transformation (slight because I only have one little butterfly) but she is studying many possibilities for spring. There is an opening emerging, a new energy, we hope to open the door to happy days. Lots of anxiety about a goal we would like to achieve! we are heartbroken because of a storm that is coming or that there is already happening that can disrupt the healing! We are limited in our movements but we are working on a communication strategy to open the doors again and let the light in. Well, I asked again for Prince William, I got 7 cards!!!

it's good, he recognizes that he screwed up, that he was wrong, well he is aware that he can't express his emotions too much but I'm happy to see that he recognizes that he screwed up completely, he is aware that communication has failed, he tries to regain control and work on the communication strategy. Watch out for your ego, William!!!!

with the Akashic tarot: before starting because the cards are very interesting, I am behind Catherine 100%, it is time that she teaches William a lesson, she may not be born with blue blood but believe me she is destined for royalty!!!

therefore, the soul sisters (william and catherine) will meet again physically between spring and winter. William is thinking about what path to take in terms of communication, direction… (he screwed up and he is aware) he comes in a humble way as the king of roses towards Catherine the queen of parchment with her 3rd eye open!!! William is aware that times are very turbulent and that a new communication scandal could happen, he must play intelligently with the help of his wife to get out of there!

he is aware that he must take a new path that he has never taken in relation to health and communication with the rest of the world! he tries to convince others of his idea, of how he imagines, what is interesting in this drawing is that I came across the Adsum card, on this card, you have a guide, two dead elderly people (one man = Philip and a woman = queen) then you have two living people, a man and woman around thirty years old. I imagine he is thinking about how the Queen and Prince Philip would have reacted to this fiasco (not good!!) but above all there is a notion of help and study with books (so learning) there will still be contradictory and turbulent communications (because it is a balance of power that currently exists) We are on a complex construction and transformation because it is their first real crisis as Prince and Princess of Wales (so what will it be like as King and Queen when there will be the government at stake) because I remind you that the united kingdom is a parliamentary monarchy and not an absolute monarchy the government can speak and demand accountability!!! (some people tend to forget this aspect on the forum)

the tarot cards, from a balance of power to a tendency to move away and make one feel alone, we feel diminished for Catherine because she is limited in her actions. She hopes for less criticism and attacks! there is a renewal and a new beginning (william apologized to catherine) in connection with the press, social networks… we try to forget the past and find a balance. Unfortunately for William I see yet another stupid decision that can further shake his status. we tend to play the selfish role when it comes to relationships. there is a press release or sincere information which will talk about the activities over the coming months where we hope to be able to do good but slowly

#british royal family #prince william #tarot reading

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blue-beerry · 1 year

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Happy BDAY Kyo!! Hope you enjoy our babies ~~ @kyotemeru-arts

"You. Me. Blood Moon Ball. Tonight. Don't be late." -Helios

"E-Eh?!" -Cat

#catherine diaz #catherine butterfly #catxhelios #helios lucitor #kyotemeru bday

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doctornolonger · 5 months

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People are sometimes surprised when I mention that the unproduced story I regret the most isn't any of the many cancelled FP projects but Steven Hall's Fifty-Fifty, which would have wrapped up some of Big Finish's best character arcs with a conflict between the Seventh and Eighth Doctors at "the moment where 7 went bad".

It would have been the retroactive pinnacle of Wilderness Years, taking its two Doctors with such different characterizations and pitting them against each other. It also … doesn't make a ton of sense. Even taking into account the timey-wimey memory effects of a multi-Doctor event, how could such a dramatic character arc for the Seventh Doctor possibly come and go without the Eighth Doctor – his future self – having any idea?

This question keeps coming up in Doctor Who, and every time the answer feels contrived. Steven Hall would have solved it for Fifty-Fifty by introducing a "Temporal Wish" that allows parts of history to be rewritten without timeline damage. Elsewhere, Big Finish has resorted to hand-waving: every story where characters meet out-of-order has to involve an ad hoc disguise, a memory wipe, or a promise from one of the characters that next time they'll pretend not to have met (🥴). And don't even get me started on "season 6b"!

In what Ingiga cleverly calls Doctor Who: The Return, RTD faced the same question. What if we had more Tenth Doctor stories, not squeezed into any of the well-trodden gaps in his timeline but set after The End of Time – genuinely new stories, taking the character places that it never would've made sense for him to go (such as therapy)?

RTD answered this question twice. Once the regular way, the ad hoc way: David Tennant's contrived return at the end of The Power of the Doctor. And then, emboldened by the Power of the Showrunner, he solved it again – and he solved it for every story, now and forever.

I think down the timeline, they all separated. They all went like that. All the Doctors came back to life with their individual TARDISes. The gift of the Toymaker. And they're all out there traveling around in what I'm calling the Doctorverse. It's the Doctorverse. And I want to create a future in which Sylvester McCoy, he can survive and have an adventure. Because one of the things about The Star Beast is, to get you back and Catherine, we had to jump through so many hoops. Which is great story, but it's like, why can't you just arrive and step out the TARDIS? […] Because this is exactly what Big Finish does. It's exactly what everyone does in their imagination. […] It's time to just kind of open it up and say, they're all out there now.

Or as he put it a different time,

Doctors galore, with infinite possibilities. All Doctors exist. All stories are true.

Gig's latest piece rightly dismisses the "Flowchart" theory of bigeneration, but frankly, I think the fiddly stuff about "fix" vs "fixed" etc. is a red herring. The simple fact is that if Fourteen's post-Giggle memories flow backwards into Fifteen – if Seven's post-TV Movie memories flow backwards into Eight – bigeneration wouldn't solve the Fifty-Fifty problem.

Yes, RTD tries to have his cake and eat it too. In the dream logic of The Giggle, "emotional healing" is a mysterious essence that can be transferred through time independently of memories, just as incinerated roads can magically heal themselves in The Star Beast. But in terms of what RTD's trying to accomplish, in terms of what bigeneration is, I think it's okay to take him at his word.

Speaking of words, the leak called it "bi-regeneration", and even after the episode aired, much of the internet followed suit. But that's not what it's called. It's just bigeneration: not a type of regeneration, an alternative. And indeed, now we have this option – now we have Fourteen, not just Ten – why would we ever go back to playing the timeline-squeezing game? If Big Finish officially untethered itself from the past Doctors' timelines and, say, freed Eight from his interminable death march – would anyone miss it?

Lawrence Miles certainly didn't think so when he advocated a similar untethering 24 years ago.

When you watched Doctor Who as a kid, it kind of lost some of its edge from the start, because you knew for a fact how things were going to turn out. […] I've always felt that the Missing Adventures… or PDAs, or whatever you want to call them… have got a similar problem. The Doctor can't die [or go to therapy – n8.] We know the future, it's not even an issue. That was why I did what I did in Interference. Even if they don't like it, I hope people realize there's a purpose behind it all. It's suppose to justify the existence of the PDAs. From that point on, you can never be sure what the outcome's going to be.

Nobody picked up his suggestion back then, but then again, Miles lacked the Power of the Showrunner. If Tales of the TARDIS' therapeutic dreamscapes are any indication, it won't be long before other writers adopt RTD's in-vision musings as gospel.

So what will happen when Fourteen dies? Will he regenerate? Will he dissolve into sparkles, his ✨emotional healing✨ shooting back in time to become Fifteen? Or like the prior iteration of the "Tenth Doctor happy ending offshoot" idea, is he simply mortal now? The frank answer is that we'll probably never find out: that's simply not the kind of story that bigeneration is meant to tell.

Or maybe RTD's already told us. The quote earlier about "Doctors galore" came from the note accompanying his "Doctor Who and the Time War". That story shows us an Eighth Doctor who survived to the very last days of the Time War, with no War Doctor to be found; it's easy to imagine a bigeneration on Karn not unlike RTD's speculation that "Peter Davison once was left behind on the surface of Androzani and woke up and there was a TARDIS and he carried on having those adventures."

And in the story – released almost seven years after The Night of the Doctor showed us the birth of the War Doctor – Eight struggles, and he succumbs, and he regenerates … into Christopher Eccleston's Nine. Now there's a flowchart that I could get behind.

#bigeneration #the giggle #fourteenth doctor #fifteenth doctor #ingiga #gigawho #rtd 2.0 #doctor who the return #effortpost #doctor who and the time war #interference #fifty-fifty #50/50 #steven hall #seventh doctor #tales of the tardis

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jessicaloons · 9 months

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Chapter 6:

Because these things will change, can you feel it now?

Masterlist - Previous - Next

TW: sexual harassment, assault

"Damn you look good in all red!" I said and looked at Charles in his Ferrari race suit "I mean Seb looked suave… but you? Damn!"

"Stop it, Lizzie!" he chuckled as he checked himself in the mirror, after a while his look changed and I saw him tear up. I jumped up and stood next to him.

"They’re so incredibly proud of you, Charles! Your dad and Jules wished for nothing more than you making your way to Ferrari one day! And that day has come! I know they can’t be here, it’s only us… or well me right now… but Charles, I’m so, so proud of you! This is what you always wanted and you achieved it! This is amazing! You’re amazing!" I said and Charles turned to look at me, a tear running down his cheek.

"That you’re here means the world to me, ma belle!" he whispered and kissed my cheek before hugging me "Thank you for always being by my side! No matter what!"

"There’s no place I would rather be, than here with you, Charlie bear!" I answered and he smiled at me.

"I always ask myself what I did to deserve you, my beautiful, sweet and perfect Lizzie!" he whispered under his breath and it was so quiet, I wasn’t sure he wanted to say it for me to hear, but he just hugged me even closer and I felt the butterflies fly like crazy.

"And what is it exactly?" I asked and the fellow female drivers around me nodded agreeing.

"It is basically a racing series only for female drivers." Catherine Bond Muir said "It’s our way to show that girls or women do have a place in motorsports. To show inclusion."

"Inclusion?" Jamie asked and Jessica next to me just huffed.

"Doesn’t it only divide? Having a series only for female drivers instead of making a way for us in Formula 1?" I said and Jamie nodded

"This is just the first step, to show that female drivers deliver an attractive performance." Catherine said.

"We’re around 50 drivers? How many of us will race in the series? And how will you pick out the lucky ones?" I asked.

"You have to complete 10 modules that will test your skills in racecraft, fitness, media training and sponsorship pitches, before a final knockout series of races that will decide the 28 drivers that will progress into to the next stage." she started to explain and I scoffed, looking around a lot of other drivers didn’t like what they heard as well.

"I never heard of a male driver to complete modules in media training and sponsorship pitches to gain a seat in F1?" I said and Catherine nodded only.

"It’s simple Miss Doetterer, you’re women, people will have their opinion about you, so we need to find the perfect drivers to represent all female drivers to show that you’re perfectly capable of doing what the men do. And for that we need you to be not just the best drivers but also the most approachable, the most interesting, the most well-spoken drivers out there." she answered and Jamie laughed.

"You mean you need good drivers, who also look good and smile nice into the cameras and say only good things about the series?" she asked and Catherine sighed.

"To put it bluntly: yes. That’s what we need from you." she answered.

"When do these tests begin?" Jessica asked and with that the selection of the drivers for the 2019 WSeries began.

"You made it?" Charles looked at me with big eyes as I hung up "Come on, ma belle! What’s going on! Tell me!"

"I’m racing in the WSeries! 10 races, one in Hockenheim, I’m one of the 18 drivers they’ve selected…" I said and Charles launched at me and hugged me tight.

"I KNEW IT!" he almost shouted it and I began to laugh, as I felt the relieve washing over me "They would be stupid! You’re the best female driver out there! You’re even better than most of the guys on the grid! God Lizzie, you’re a better driver than me!"

"Ok stop, Charlie bear, that’s just not true! But thanks for saying it anyway!" I laughed and he just shook his head.

"You know that I would do absolutely everything to bring you into F1! I was talking with Seb about it, how we could do it but unfortunately we didn’t came up with a plan ‘till now!" he said and I looked at him with big eyes.

"You did what?" I asked and he only nodded "Charles that’s ridiculous! F1 is not ready for a female driver, probably never will be…" I said and he sighed.

"Doesn’t matter, I will fight for you!" he answered and I gave him a kiss on his cheek, but when I looked at him I was blushing at his sweet smile.

"Thanks Charles, really!" I whispered and he hugged me again.

"Always, ma belle."

"LIZZIE! LIZZIE! LIZZIE!" the fans shouted as I got out of the car. Putting on my cap. I looked around and saw a bunch of people with the German Flag, caps with my initials and driver number, all shouting for me. I couldn’t contain my smiling and waved to everyone.

"Hi guys! Thanks for coming! Hi! So good to see you! Thank you so much for your support! You’re amazing!" I said and signed pictures of me, smiled for selfies, signed caps, flags and shirts.

"Lizzie! You’re so cool! You’re like the best driver on the grid! Overall I think you’re the best driver!" a little girl said and smiled the biggest smile.

"Thank you so much! Maybe not the best driver! But it sure means a lot when you say that!" I said and she just smiled even more "Here, for you!" I said and took my cap off of my head and used her sharpie to sign it.

"Oh my god! OH MY GOD! Are you sure?! You’re so, so, so cool! Thank you so much!" she said and hugged me. I smiled as I took more selfies here and there and waved to the mass of fans.

"Charles, it was so surreal! They were screaming my name! MY NAME! Can you believe that? Waving the German flag! They wanted selfies with me! ME! Me signing their cap, pictures of me, random stuff!" I was giddy and couldn’t stop smiling as I FaceTimed Charles before the race.

"Of course I can believe it, Lizzie! I always told you that people will love you! How can they not! I’m so happy for you, ma belle!" he said and his smile made me even more giddy and happy.

The next race would be in Assen and not only my entire family would be there, also Charles and Arthur would come along with my friends. They watched me snatch Pole position with a flawless lap and all stood at the barriers to congratulate me.

"That was a phenomenal lap, ma belle!" Charles whispered as he hugged me and I just smiled at him. I saw Ben and Michael approach me and they both hugged me.

"You did absolutely amazing, Liz!" said Ben and smiled at me.

"Fantastic job, Lizzie!" Michael, his dad and my manager said and I just smiled the whole evening as I went to dinner with my family and friends. I could see Charles looking at me one or two times with a look I couldn’t quite interpret, when I talked to Ben, who joined us and wanted to know all about Daniel.

"You okay, Charlie bear?" I asked him as I sat down next to him and he just nodded and smiled his all consuming, dimples showing smile.

"I’m just so proud of you, ma belle! Fourth race. Fourth pole. And I bet my ass tomorrow you’ll take your fourth win as well!" he said and when he tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear I blushed. Hard.

"We will see I guess." I said breathlessly and Charles laughed a little as he realised why I was so flustered but didn’t say anything.

"I’m 100 percent sure, ma belle." he answered and with that we left the restaurant.

I sat on a stack of tires, gathering my thoughts, calming myself down.

"Lizzie?" I heard a male voice and turned around. It was one of the reporters who I just answered some questions about the season, I couldn’t remember his name but I was sure he was from a Spanish website.

"Uhm, hi…" I began and jumped off of the tires.

"Salva Diaz, Marica Sports Spain." he said, reading my mind "I just wanted to speak to you personally."

"Okay? About what exactly?" I asked a little confused as Salva looked around and stepped closer to me.

"I thought I approach you first, I’ve seen the way you look at me, the way you smile and laugh when answering my questions. You’re flirting…" he said and took another step closer as I was taking one back, bumping against the wall of the garage.

"I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression! But that’s just how I am… I wasn’t flirting with you." I said calmly although I felt not calm at all, I looked around if someone was there but we were alone.

"Oh come on, Lizzie, you don’t have to be shy now. I’ve felt the connection, the chemistry between us. You felt it too, I could see it in your eyes!" he said firmly and stepped even closer.

"I’m sorry, but there really isn’t any kind of connection between us… I’m just polite." I tried to reason with him but he stepped even closer and caged me in with his hands on both sides of my head.

"Don’t be like that Lizzie, just admit it…" he said and I froze, I couldn’t move as he leaned in and kissed me. I didn’t kiss him back, just tried to push him off of me as he pushed me back against the wall, kissing me again. Groping me. Grabbing my wrist with that I tried to push him away.

"No. Please stop!" I said again and again as someone approached us. Salva was distracted and I could finally push him away.

"Lizzie? What’s going on?" Jamie said as she looked at me and then Salva "Dude, fuck off! Leave her alone!" he backed off and with one last look at me and Jamie he walked away "If you ever come near her, we’ll call the police!"

I sank down and pulled my knees to my chest, Jamie crouching down in front of me.

"Lizzie?" she asked and I looked at her "Are you okay? Did he touch you? Or hurt you?"

"No, I’m good! But thank you so much for stepping in, Jamie!" I lied and she smiled.

"I never liked this dude! He always looked at you like he’s kinda obsessed with you!" Jamie shook her head and helped me up "If he ever comes near you again, we really gonna call the cops!"

"Yeah. You’re right!" I answered and we walked back into the garage.

The whole time leading towards the race I couldn’t stop thinking about what he said. Did I really, unintentionally, flirt with him? Even tho I didn’t even know him? Never even spoke to him before? Never even talked to him?

"Lizzie? Did you hear me?" Mike, my race engineer, asked "It’s going to rain around lap 25 on going."

"Yep, rain, lap 25. Got it." I mumbled and jumped in my car, still thinking about Salva and how he pushed me against the wall, kissed me, touched me without my consent. I hadn’t expected my first kiss to be forced onto me violently. I felt the bile rise up in my throat but swallowed it down and tried to focus on the upcoming race. Focus Lizzie. I can do this.

The track was wetter than expected, I had to stay off the curbs, focus on the perfect racing line. But my mind always circled back to Salva Diaz. Pushing me against the wall. Grabbing me. Touching me. Telling me that I’ve flirted with him. Telling me that I sent out signals. Stealing my first kiss from me. My first kiss I only wanted to have with one person. The moment Charles face flashed before my eyes was the moment I hit a curb and lost the rear of my car. Although I tried everything to not lose the car, my race ended in the wall. My head spinning. My thoughts racing.

"Lizzie? Are you okay?" I couldn’t answer. I was furious. How could I make such a stupid mistake.

"Lizzie? Do you hear me? Are you okay?"

"I’m sorry. I lost the rear. I’m so sorry!" I hit the radio button.

"It’s okay. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I’m fine." I said and unbuckled my seatbelt and took my steering wheel out. As soon as I was out of the car I screamed a "Fuck!" out and followed one of the Marshalls behind the barriers.

As I returned back to the pits I saw my family, friends and in front Charles, all looking worried. He pulled me in a hug immediately and I felt some tears escaping my eyes.

"I’m such a fucking disappointment. I drove like a fucking rookie. What a fucking joke." I said and Charles only sighed.

"Well, let’s just be happy that I didn’t bet my fucking ass on your fourth win. Otherwise I would’ve lost it. What a fucking shame!" he said and I laughed.

"Stop it, Leclerc! I’m mad! Don’t make me laugh!" I chuckled.

"I’m sorry, Lizzie! That was my fucking mistake! I’m an idiot!" I laughed and he made me look into his eyes "There it is, the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen and probably ever will see!"

"Ha-ha!" I said and rolled my eyes and together we walked the few steps to the rest of my supporting group who all hugged me and encouraged me to do better the next race.

"Can I ask you a question?" Charles asked as we sat on the hotel bed, zapping through the channels, I nodded and he switched the TV of "What happened? During the race? We race together since we’re 8 and I never saw you lose the rear in the rain because you hit a curb? You’re brilliant in the rain? So what happened today?"

"I don’t know, I was so focused on winning my fourth race that I had like a tunnel vision I guess… I don’t know." I lied and Charles was only half convinced, but he didn’t say anything. I couldn’t tell him what happened before the race. He would hunt Salva down and god knows what he would do. This would be a secret I’ll take with me to grave.

"I can’t believe he’s gone. Like… we just talked yesterday?" Charles whispered and I gently rubbed circles on the back of his hand with my right hand. My left hand rubbing circles on Pierre’s back who was laying, his head in my lap, in Charles bed, finally sleeping.

"We always know that something like this can happen, whenever we get into our cars. But when it then really happens?” I whispered back and Charles leaned his head on my shoulder "And you guys really will race? The FIA couldn’t grant you the weekend off?"

"We decided to race. In honour of Tonio. He would’ve wanted for us to race." Charles whispered and I nodded.

"I’m so sorry for Pierre… losing him this weekend after everything that Red Bull put him through the last weeks…" I said and looked down at Pierre’s tear stricken face "He needs us now, more than ever, Charles."

"And we’ll be here for him." he answered and snuggled closer into me. After some time we both fell asleep.

"I’m so proud of you, Charlie bear! Your first win!" I whispered as I hugged him close at the barriers "For Anthoine!"

"For Anthoine!" he whispered back and I smiled at him one last time before I was leaving to look for Pierre. He drove his Toro Rosso at this tough weekend on P9 and I was so proud of him. When I finally found him after the podium celebrations I pulled him into me.

"You did a good job today, Pierre! After everything you’ve been through this week and weekend, you did a really good job! I’m proud of you! He’s proud of you!" I whispered and he choked a little.

"Thanks Lizzie! For everything! Without you and Charles yesterday… I don’t know what I would’ve done!" he whispered back.

"That’s what friends are for, right? You’ll never be alone as long as Charles and I run around!" I said and Pierre laughed "You did amazing, for Anthoine!"

"For Anthoine!" he whispered back and together we looked for Charles.

"You won in Monza, Charlie bear! I’m so proud of you!" I almost screamed it and Charles just laughed, hair still damp from the shower.

"And you won in Nuremberg! Your second home race! I’m even more proud of you!" he answered and I smiled at him.

“So big party tonight?" I asked and he just shook his head "It’s Monza? Ferraris home race? Come on!"

"Yeah we’ll have a drink later on and then go to a club, but nothing big planned. Not after…" he said and I sighed.

"Yeah… I understand." I answered and he nodded.

"What are your plans?" he asked and I just shrugged.

"I’m driving home with Dad. I’m not in the mood for celebrating…" I said and Charles cocked an eyebrow.

"Are you okay, Lizzie? You seem a bit off?" he asked and I shook my head.

"I’m good, don’t worry! Just tired!" I lied and Charles looked at me for a while before he nodded.

"I know you Lizzie, somethings off… you know you can tell me?" he said.

"I know Charles, I know! But it’s nothing! Really!" I smiled at him. Today was the first time since Assen that Salva Díaz was again at a press conference. He kept on starring at me the entire time, he didn’t ask any questions. Just him being there gave me the chills anyway. But I haven’t told anyone what happened between us and I wasn’t planning on doing it now.

"Okay…" Charles sighed and I nodded "I have to go now, the team’s waiting!"

"Have fun, Charlie bear! And hug Seb for me! He needs it after his race!" I said and Charles smiled.

"I will, I promise!" he said before he ended the call right as Dad walked in.

"Ready?" he asked and I nodded.

"Yep, let’s go!" I answered and we left the hotel and got in our car, making our way back home.

"How’s Ben?" Charles asked me as I studied the sheets for my final press conference of the season "I haven’t seen him around in a while."

"Yeah, well he’s studying and I don’t even know if he’s that interested in me racing…" I answered a little confused, why would he ask for Ben? I thought about the last time I saw Ben and how he asked me a million questions about Daniel.

"Well he’s definitely not only interested in your racing!" he answered and I laughed, so I’m not the only one seeing the way he checked out Daniel all the time "I think he’s more interested in something else or should I say someone else?"

"So you realised it too? Then maybe I should encourage him to do the next step…" I said and Charles swallowed hard and I looked up "Are you okay?"

"Yeah! Sure! If you want it to happen then you should definitely encourage him to do the next step." he answered and got up from the sofa "I have to call Sylvia because of some PR stuff. I’ll be right back." and with that he left the room.

Charles POV:

She really has feelings for Ben. And I just encouraged her to encourage him to make the next step. Good job, Charles. I sat on the balcony, shuffling through all the pictures of us on my phone. How could I be so stupid and wait this long before telling her how I felt? Of course someone else would show up! It’s Lizzie. She’s not just the most beautiful and sweet girl I’ve ever met. She’s also funny, bold, caring, loving, smart. She’s perfect. All her little flaws, like the fact that she has not a lot of patience, her chaotic being, her crazy mind at times, it all makes her even more perfect. And I idiot waited too fucking long to finally tell her that I love her. Only her. Always have. Always will. And now I have to watch her fall in love with Ben, out of all people it has to be her managers son, and all I can do is pretend to be happy for her. Good. Fucking. Job. Charles. But on the other hand. Like this our friendship won’t be ruined by her not reciprocate my feelings and also if we would try it together but soon realise it’s not working out, there won’t be any weird feelings. Our friendship would be intact and I would still have her in my life. And that is the most important thing. Having her in my life. As long as I had her, all was good. Now I just had to find a way to stop this feeling eating me up alive. And all would be good.

"Lizzie! Congrats! 6 wins, 2 second places and 2 DNFs… what a season! What are your thoughts on being the first WSeries winner?" Ted Kravitz asked and I couldn’t contain my smile. I just won the WSeries season 2019. I was the champion. I had done it. And it felt amazing.

"It’s an amazing feeling! That’s for sure! I was sceptical at the beginning of the season, creating a series for only female drivers instead including us in the already well known highest series wasn’t showing inclusion, rather then segregation, but now I think we showed the world that we as girls or women can race just as good as our male counterparts and maybe in some years in the future the way for a woman or a girl is paved to make it up into Formula 1 and show that we are able to compete in the highest class of motorsports!" I said and the crowd cheered loudly my name.

This would be a day I would remember forever.

"Who’s the girl who can’t keep her hands off of Charles?" I asked Joris who followed my look and sighed.

"That’s Camille. She went with us to school. She always had a thing for Charles. He never noticed but yeah lately he seemed to get it and for some strange reason he’s not appalled by it…" Joris answered and as Camille pulled Charles face to hers and kissed him and he didn’t pushed her off my heart clenched together for a moment before it shattered into a million little pieces.

"Yeah… he’s definitely not appalled…" I mumbled and downed my Tequila Sunrise and then finished off Charles abandoned Moscow Mule. Then I got up and walked straight to the bar.

"3 Tequila shots." I shouted to the bartender who nodded and poured me my shots which I downed one by one. Then I ordered another Tequila Sunrise for now and told the bartender to serve another one in the next 15 minutes at our table.

"You should slow down a bit, Lizzie. You haven’t eaten much tonight…" Joris said and I just shook my head.

"I’m fine, I can handle it!" I said as I watched Camille and Charles dance together, bodies grinding on each other. I downed the rest of my drink as the waiter served me my next one already "What a nice evening to celebrate the end of the year, Joris!" I mumbled and downed the new drink even faster than the last one. It wasn’t even close to midnight as I got up and grabbed my bag.

"Where are you going?" Joris asked and got up as well.

"I’m leaving. I don’t feel that great. And I don’t want to be the fifth wheel. You have your date and Charles has his new girlfriend. I’m leaving and go home!" I answered and Joris looked at me with a hint of pity in his eyes "It’s fine, Joris." I said and kissed his left and then right cheek before heading for the door.

"You’re not saying goodbye to Charles?" Joris asked with big eyes but I just shrugged my shoulders and left the club, not even caring that I ran into someone.

Outside I almost tripped down the stairs, someone helped me but I just didn’t care, I got in a taxi and drove to Charles flat, where I used the spare key he gave me. Using it never felt wrong, but tonight… tonight it did so I put it on the counter and went to the guest bedroom, packed my bag and wrote a little note for Charles. Then I laid it under the spare key and left the flat while tears were streaming down my face.

Charles POV:

As I saw Lizzie’s bright smile that could take me to another planet every damn time I saw it, I knew I had to do something, I couldn’t stop staring at her beauty and I wanted to just kiss her, so when Camille approached I didn’t dodged her like usually, I let it happen, but after a short conversation where I tried my best not to stare at Lizzie, Camille kissed me and although it felt wrong I didn’t stop her. Maybe this was the way to get over the feelings I had for Lizzie. Maybe this was my way out.

After some more dances I looked over at Joris again, talking with his date, no Lizzie next to him. I walked over and he looked up.

"Where is Lizzie?" I asked and he only shook his head.

"She didn’t wanted to be the fifth wheel and left, she said she would go home." Joris answered and I called Lizzie immediately. The call went straight to her voicemail.

Another try. Voicemail. What’sApp. No answer. iMessage. No answer. Maybe she was asleep already? My heart clenched, this would be the first New Year’s Eve in over 10 years that we wouldn’t spent together. I hated it. And as the clock stroked midnight and Camille kissed me, my only thought was Lizzie. And where she was. Not even 30 minutes later I left the club, telling Camille I had some sponsor meeting early in the morning but promising her to call her the next day. Back home I opened the door, wondering why it wasn’t locked.

"Lizzie?" I whispered when I walked into the guest bedroom to found it empty "Lizzie? Are you in the bathroom?" I knocked on the door but it was unlocked and the room behind it empty. Where was she? I walked into my room. Empty. Living room. Empty. The last stop was the kitchen. But she wasn’t here either. As I turned to leave the room, my eyes were catching on the spare key and the note under it.

"Charles.

I left because I thought you might want to have some alone time with your new girlfriend tonight. Didn’t felt right to keep the key when you’re having her over.

Happy New Year.

Lizzie."

Left where? My new girlfriend? Camille? She wasn’t my girlfriend? We made out a little, which was a mistake, but that was it. I took out my phone and called her again. But this time the call was answered.

"Charles?" my mum asked and I was confused.

"Maman? Why do you have Lizzies phone?" I asked her.

"Uhm, Lizzie showed up here, 20 minutes ago. She’s drunk Charles, really drunk. She didn’t look happy either. And she was half frozen! I made her a hot tea and now she’s in bed! What happened? She was with you I thought?" she whispered it as if not to disturb Lizzie.

"We were, she said to Joris she didn’t felt to good and left, I was dancing with a… with a friend and hadn’t realised that she was gone…" I mumbled and put my shoes back on "I’m on my way."

"No! Please stay at home, Charles." Mum said and I swallowed hard "I’m sorry, but I could clearly see that Lizzie was upset, no sad would be more fitting, and she must’ve cried a lot! So whatever happened, I want to talk to her alone, maybe she’ll open up to me!"

"Ok." I whispered "Take care of her. Love you." I hung up. Taking my shoes off, walking back into my bedroom, got out of my clothes and laid down in my bed. What happened that she left so abruptly? And what happened after that? Why did she leave my place? Left the key? What’s going on? My phone vibrates and I checked it immediately, but was disappointed when it was a message from Camille and not Lizzie.

"Tonight was amazing. Thank you! I’m so happy it finally happened between us!"

I swallowed hard. Camille is a nice girl, but I had no feelings for her. But maybe I could give it a try…

"What happened last night? It seemed like Charles didn’t know where you were when he called?" Pascale asked me and I just shrugged "Oh come on, ma petite fille! You know you can tell me everything, Lizzie!"

"I didn’t like being the fifth wheel…" I mumbled, taking a sip of my tea.

"Fifth wheel?" she cocked an eyebrow and I just nodded.

"Joris had his date. Charles had his girlf… Charles had a date as well… and yeah I didn’t like being the fifth wheel." I answered and Pascale looked at me confused.

"Charles had a date?" she asked and I took another sip of my tea.

"Yup…" I sighed and Pascale stroked my arm "I know I shouldn’t just left the club and walk drunk through Monaco. But yeah…"

"It’s okay, Lizzie. But you can’t do something like that again, it’s dangerous!" she said and I nodded "Charles called like a hundred times, I think he will show up eventually in the next minutes.”

"Ok…" I answered and went straight to the bathroom. After a quick shower I pulled on the leggins and sweater Pascale gave me, checked myself in the mirror and brushed my teeth. I could hear the door and shuffling in the hallway, hushed French.

"I talked to her, she’s ok. She’s in the bathroom."

"Why did she leave? And why was she crying?"

"Oh Charles, you know why! Who was that date of yours? You want to tell me something?"

"Date? I met Camille, from school, you remember?"

"Unfortunately I do, yes."

"Yeah well we hung out a little, she’s nice."

"Whatever."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing, Charles. Wait in the living room. I’ll make tea."

I took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. I can do this. I can face him.

"Ma belle! I was so worried!" Charles jumped off of the sofa and hugged me "What happened? Why did you leave?"

"I didn’t feel well, I was drunk, bored and the being the fifth wheel sucked. So I left." I said and sat down in the armchair. The farest away from where he was sitting down, he looked at me confused and then scooted closer on the sofa.

"You weren’t the fifth wheel!" Charles expressed but I just scoffed.

"You left to get a round of shots and never returned. The next thing I saw was that girl shoving her tongue down your throat and your hands all over her! Joris next to me was flirting away with his date! And I just sat there alone. So yeah. I drank a bit and then I felt sick and left." I said it fast and Charles just sighed.

"Yeah, about that, Camille and I used to go to school together. We talked for a while and then I don’t know… maybe the alcohol did the rest…" he mumbled and I cocked an eye brow. What alcohol, he barely drank from his Moscow mule. But I decided to let it go. At the end of the day I had no right to be mad at him. So I swallowed the bile down, that began to rise up my throat and nodded.

"It’s okay. I was drunk myself and made stupid decisions… but she seemed nice and she’s really pretty! So if you like her. Go for it." I said it with a smile, trying to sound genuine even tho it hurt saying it.

"Yeah well, we’ll see." he answered as Pascale appeared with some more tea.

"I guess we will…" I said and drank my tea in silence. I had to accept the fact that Charles would have a girlfriend from now on in his life. A girlfriend that’s not me. A girlfriend that is so much prettier than I am, so much more fitting for a rising star in F1 and future World Champion. But if he would be happy, I would be happy too. For him. Because that is what was the most important for me: his happiness.

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I’m back from my little summer break and here it is, Chapter 6 🥰

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Faerie Book Recommendations🧚✨📚

So reading Sarah J Maas and her very, very shitty interpretation and (under)utilization of fae lore is inspiring me to create a personal list of books I've read that I feel like have like... ACTUAL faeries and folklore in them (not the normal-looking-hot-folks-with-pointy-ears-and-MAYBE-wings brand of faerie SJM popularized), and are actually worth your time

And if you've any books, stories, comics, etc. that you'd want to add to this list, feel free to add them in the comments, reblogs, tags, or my DMs!!

House of Hollow by Krystal Sutherland

Very eerie fairytale vibes that center on the aftermath of the disappearance, and even more mysterious return, of three sisters when one of them goes missing again almost 10 years later. And also the writing is legit just B E A U T I F U L!!!

Emily Wilde's Encyclopedia of Faeries by Heather Fawcett

This is chock-full of classical faeries and folklore, and almost reads like a textbook about them since this is about a woman, the titular Emily Wilde, traveling to a Scandinavian country to complete her own encyclopedia about the fair-folk. It also features some lowkey cottagecore vibes and an academic rivals-to-lovers romance!

Gilded (Gilded #1) by Marissa Meyer

A retelling of Rumpelstiltskin that reads like its own dark Grimm's fairytale, and it's as eerie and grim as a YA fantasy novel can get. It also centers on themes of telling stories and folktales since the main character, Serilda, is infamous for spinning wild tales - which is what leads to her encounter with the famed, and feared, Earlking (who, as a villain, is so sinister and creepy - and utterly FAE!). Personally, this book wasn't really my cup of tea and I'm unsure if I'll read the sequel, Cursed, however it still has some classic fae vibes that SJM's work lacks, so it deserves a place on this list!

The Changeling by Victor LaValle

I'm using the term 'faerie' very loosely here, as the idea of changelings (and trolls), for me, is more of a narrative device to help us look into grief in fatherhood. But there is still a very strange, vaguely Pans Labyrinth-esque urban fantasy vibe playing in the background throughout!

Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery by Brom

Not necessarily FAERIES but more of mischievous and distrustful woodland folk - and also forest gods. Very heavily steeped in early colonial America era folk horror vibes... if you love media like Robert Eggers' The VVitch then you will ADORE this book! Also Brom's accompanying artwork is so, so beautiful! This is honestly such a perfect fall-time read once Halloween season rolls around.

Legendborn Cycle series by Tracy Deonn

Ok no faeries but... mixes classic Arthurian legends with southern Black beliefs while also telling an epic urban fantasy story centering on themes of grief, trauma, and prejudice. So no fae, but LOTS of great urban fantasy vibes (which I mean... if you're looking for more series to put on your shelf instead of Harry Potter......) Just... Please... just... this series... it's so GOOD!! IDK what else to add that hasn't been said about this series!

Direwood by Catherine Yu

Once again, not necessarily faeries in this book but instead vampires that have a very fae-like quality about them! (as well as blood-hungry butterflies and caterpillars hee-hee) The story as a whole feels like a whimsical fever dream that is STEEPED in tasty Gothic vibes! It sort of has the feeling of being in a late '90s/early '00s Goth music video.

Like Falling Stars by Avalon Roselin (@roselin-books-official)

A story about a girl who's forgotten her past and comes to develop a sweet friendship with a brooding ice faerie prince, and is brimming with so many cozy fantasy vibes!! Also all the fae characters in this novel are so colorful and lively, and they're all very heavily tied to elements and the seasons. Also ALSO!! The main relationship focuses primarily on platonic love as opposed to romantic, and is just as endearing! A perfect cozy winter/fall-time read.

Netvor: A Retelling of Beauty and the Beast by @rosesnwater

Both a completed novel and an in-progress webcomic available to read on Tapas and Webtoons. Again, another story where major themes center on storytelling and fairytales, but also recovering from trauma and grief! There are so, so many classic faerie vibes, and even featuring pinnacle figures from classic fae lore like the Goblin Market, and it manages to feel equal parts nostalgic and unique in its use of faerie lore!

Dandies in Danger podcast by @dandiesindanger

A table-top RPG podcast instead of a novel! It features four queer men that are dragged into a world of fae and horror, all while set against the backdrop of Regency era London. It starts as a VERY eerie fae mystery (featuring figures like Titania and Oberon), but it slowly becomes a dark, horror historical-fantasy, and it's great! Also art by the podcast's creators is so good!

So these are the recs I have to offer for now!! As always, feel free to add more recommendations!!!💛

#jojo reads #book recs #book recommendations #readers of tumblr #anti sjm #anti sarah j maas

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allthingsdarkanddirty · 2 years

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#catherine cowles #social butterfly pr #fractured sky #sneak peek #the tattered & torn series

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cherryheartssblog · 8 months

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THE YEARLY VACATION I(Part 1)

Summary: Each year Y/N’s parents take their vacation down to Florida for ten days and her dads yearly business trip. This time it’s different though, her dads hot boss Negan Smith is staying with them in their condo for the whole ten days. Y/N’s lustful thoughts that she had always were about to grow into something much more than she ever imagined. More than just them coming true....

Characters: Negan Smith, The Reader, Gracie (OC), Calvin (OC), William L/N (Readers Father), Catherine L/N (Readers Mother), Luke (Calvin’s dad),and Max (Readers Younger Brother).

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sexual relations, age gap (the reader is around 21 or 22 and Negan is in his late 30s to early 40s.), flirting, sexual tension, and slight smut.

A/N: I had to break up day one into two parts since it was over 10,000 words!! This is a very detailed chapter, Part Two will be posted VERY shortly. THIS WILL BE THE ONLY ONE DIVIDED INTO TWO PARTS

PART ONE OF DAY ONE

6:45AM

It was so early, but Y/N was quick out of bed for her shower today. She usually hits her snooze button at least twice, but vacations time were different.

The house was more relaxed in the morning, making the hot water feel much nicer on her skin. Y/N had most of her shower products packed, so she mainly just enjoyed the water. After a while, she retrieved from the shower, pulled the glass door open, she wrapped her thicker towel around her body. The bathroom was steamy, leaving her to wipe her mirror down.

Her hair clipped back, had fallen, letting a few pieces damp from her shower. Y/N kept staring at the woman in the mirror, wondering if she could actually be confident around Negan. Usually, she would feel nervous like butterflies, but she had never been around him for this long before. They would share a condo, pass each other in the condo, be on the beach together, and basically be everywhere this man would be. He would participate in activities with her family, from miniature golfing to playing games at night. She just couldn't let that settle how she'd always be around him until she finally got her own time in her bedroom.

Y/N has yet to see the condo; they get a new condo each year for rent during their vacation. Usually, it was a more excellent condo, like a house separated in a neighborhood. She usually was on the top floor in her own room with her brother across from her. Her mother and father would be downstairs in the master sweet. She knows her brother will be downstairs with her parents in his room this time. So that only meant Y/N would be very close to Negan's room.

Of course…

Y/N kept her damp hair up, putting on some grey sweatpants shorts, just comfortable enough for the airplane ride. She decided to pair it with one of her baggy sweatshirts. Y/N knew the airport would be cold, so she still paired it with a colorful tank underneath.

She finally heard noises coming from downstairs, signaling everyone was finally awake. Y/N knew Negan would be there any minute, too; that's when the struggle would begin.

She got ready rather quickly, having everything packed up and ready to go downstairs. Her suitcase and backpack were filled with clothing and necessities for the long trip. She was all ready to go, her hair done, finally drying off. She cleaned herself up a bit, putting her perfume on; packing the rest of her belongings in her backpack.

"Y/N!" The young woman heard her mother down the stairs call for her, "We all need breakfast; hurry down, my love!" Y/N's mother had called her that for her whole life, which still made her smile. The young woman glanced at herself in the mirror; she looked good. Especially to be in her airport attire. Y/N felt her stomach twist in hunger; it was almost now after 7:30. She knew her dad would have them right out of the house very soon, which meant there was a chance Negan was right downstairs now.

Y/N could not fully grasp what made her so nervous for these days and nights with him. They were good friends when he was around; he was a huge flirt. He couldn't be actually for real, though? She took a huge breath, closed her eyes, telling herself, 'She had this.' This would be a good trip; she did not get to go last year.

This was going to make up for it; Y/N just knew it.

Y/N's feet padded down the stairs, running right into her brother at the bottom. "Woah, bud! Slow down!" Y/N stopped her movements, watching her brother run up the stairs. "I forgot my Switch charger!" Max was quick up the stairs turning the corner to his room; she laughed at her younger brother; he was quite the character.

Y/N had a natural bond with her brother; they were really close. He would stay with her some nights when she moved out with Calvin. He had his own little spot on the pull-out couch in the extra bedroom little gaming setup too. The whole family had a lovely bond; her family was in a good place. Y/N and her mother loved going shopping together and grabbing a bite to eat at their local favorite restaurant. Of course, sharing gossip about anything they had their hands on, there was some juicy stuff to in the upper community. She would help her some mornings with breakfast and ride to school with her dad singing the old eighties hits.

William adored his family, and he spoiled his family. He didn't do it to buy their love; he did it out of love. William started out as an intern in the business, working on trying to get him and Catherine married. They lived in a one-bedroom apartment when Y/N was born; they made the best of it. Some nights William would work longer and more complex hours, but it all became worth it in the end. He got to be everything he could for his family, even though he did get the children spoiled.

Y/N had to have her own way most of the time; she was a brat at times. You can not honestly help how you've raised them sometimes, but she was very respectful towards her parents for it, at least when she got more mature.

She turned into the kitchen, seeing Negan with a cup of coffee. She couldn't help but absorb his features. His black glasses tipped down his nose, and he wore an old band tee. Y/N could barely see the Guns N Roses logo from the wear on the black tee. She let out a quiet gasp but caught her mother's attention.

"Ah! There you are!" Her mother rushed to her giving her plate, "Your father is already packing the travel vans out there." Catherine chuckled at her husband, causing her daughter to snicker. Y/N's eyes peered over, watching Negan's eyes on her sipping his coffee.

She knew he had a smirk under that glass and turned her attention back to her mother; she looked suitable for her age. Catherine's smile brightened her whole face.

Her mother was an angel; she did most of the cooking and cleaning. They did have a housekeeper Nina who's been with them since Y/N was eight.

Her mother continued.

"Sweetheart, grab a plate. Fix what you like! Nina coming by later to clean, so just put the dishes in the dishwasher!" Catherine moved past her daughter out of the kitchen, having her alone with Negan.

"Well, there she is!" Y/N let out a small laugh shaking her head and heading her blush. She moved, seeing the feast her mother had cooked for them; she felt awful but couldn't dig into it all. Y/N always stuck with her bread and jam and eggs. She started fixing her breakfast, leaving her ears open for Negan.

He was always so full of things to say.

He moved up from his seat, revealing he was in sweatpants, and he kept sipping his coffee. "How have you been, doll?" The nickname sent chills down her spine, biting into her toast. "I've been good, finals were awful, but I passed." She smiled softly, holding her hand over her mouth and covering her mouth, "How about you, doll?" She threw back at him, causing a deep chuckle from Negan, moving his glass to the dishwasher.

"Oh, you know me. Busy as a bee." Negan leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. His tattoos peaked out of his shirt sleeves, the cross of his arms showing his tonearms. The tattoos ran down his arms, and Y/N kept eating, trying to focus; she wanted to hit herself, "It's going to be a great little trip, ya know?" The young woman gulped her food, watching the man shoot her a playful wink.

Her cheeks turned pink, hearing her father and mother enter the kitchen behind her. "Alright, we need to get this show on the road," Her father said, coming up to his daughter, still kissing her forehead, "Good morning, sweetheart. Do you have everything?"

"Yes, Dad, I am as ready as you are." She playfully rolled her eyes at her dad, throwing her dish in the dishwasher. "We have our first dinner tonight at 8PM!" Her father started to lock the back doors around them, shutting the blinds on their open windows, "Once we land and settle in, you girls will have to do some shopping!" Her father pointed his finger at the women like he was scolding them, causing a laugh from both.

Each year when they arrived, they had to do the "annual shopping trip," her mother called it. There were three "dinners" or "parties" throughout the ten days of being down there. The first was the welcome of every part of the company; the highest people in the company would meet down in Florida. The first dinner was usually at a fancy hotel, and dinner was usually catered. The second dinner was the main event on the eighth day. The place changed each year. It usually started around mid-afternoon, which that night was the third event; the after-party.

The less fancy..party.

The annual shopping trip meant dresses for every three parties. They would also get what they wanted today while shopping; the boys usually hung around playing the arcade shopping for Max games. Of course, Max and William had their outfits ready for each party; imagine taking a twelve-year-old boy for a fitting tux on vacation.

Yeah, not the brightest idea. Still was hard to do back home.

"That's my time with my Y/N; how would I forget." Y/N felt a little embarrassed, but her mother meant well. "Mother, please." She said through her bright smile, hearing Max's feet flee down the stairs. She kept wanting to shift back over to Negan to see if he was looking at her.

Y/N bit the inside of her mouth, letting her thoughts wander for a brief moment.

It was broken quickly by her younger brother.

"I found it," Max held up the charger, breathing fast, trying to catch his breath, and throwing it into his backpack.

"Alright, make sure you guys have everything and head to the car; the drivers have our stuff in the cars!" William instructed his family; Y/N knew she needed one more thing before she left.

Something she had always grabbed before the vacation since she was sixteen.

One of her old friends taught her how to get away with it for so long; a little risky, but who her father was, she felt safe.

"I'll be there just a second, Dad. I'm gonna run to the bathroom!" She headed for her room, hearing her dad telling her to be quick; Y/N quickly moved to her room, pushing it cracked.

Inside her vanity, a black box was found. It was metal, keeping the rolled-up blunts she had for the trip.

Y/N never hardly smoked marijuana, primarily through her late high school and college years. She stopped for a while just doing it during her vacations; it was relaxing sometimes.

It was easier to hide each year, keeping the black box in her makeup bag attached to her backpack. Usually, security scanned all of them through since each year they all went; it was more accessible than ever now. Y/N heard her door crack, which made her jump throwing it down into her bag.

She turned quickly, seeing the tall man in front of her; he eyed her keeping his smirk to himself. "Your dad is killin' me out there," Negan laughed, seeing her shorts ride up; on her knees, "You doing more than just using the bathroom?"

"It's none of your business," Y/N playfully replied, standing onto her feet and zipping it up her bag, "Maybe women's things." Negan snorted out a laugh, shaking his head at the young woman.

His hands tucked into the pockets of his sweatpants, leaning against her bedroom door, eyeing her room down.

"Cute."

Y/N playfully rolled her eyes, pushing him out of her room; shutting the door behind her. "Cut it out you ass!" Negan laughed at her playful push; they always nonchalantly flirted.

I mean, wouldn't you?

He was so fucking hot; Y/N didn't care if he was her father's age. She had a tiny crush on the older man; she also had to remember that it couldn't happen.

But at the same time, she wanted just to see, maybe.

It wouldn't hurt.

Y/N kept a gaze on her dad's boss for a moment, her hands still on his arm. The young woman realized pulling back from him was not too fast for him to notice her nervous actions. "I-uh-.." Y/N felt like she was in high school again; she couldn't even talk to a man, "We need to get going." She quickly smiled at Negan; he stayed in place for a moment. Which twisted up her stomach with butterflies, wondering about his next move.

Realizing how close he actually was to her.

Negan cleared his throat; he knew what he wanted. It was her. She had been seeing him for years; she was always beautiful. When he didn't see her for her eighteen and nineteen years, she changed so much at twenty.

She was absolutely stunning, with perfect curves. An ideal woman's body was a sight for sore eyes. Y/N was also easy to talk to; she had a boyfriend over those years.

Negan hated the jealousy he had; he couldn't help but ball his fist seeing his hands on her during that one trip. Negan knew Calvin's family, his dad, Luke, was a part of the business down in Gregoria. That's why Y/N moved down with Calvin to Georgia; he had a perfect job opportunity with his dad waiting.

Luke was over the company down in Georgia; Calvin was an only child. Negan always found him a man who wouldn't treat a woman right. His father wasn't much more different than that either; he cheated on his wife numerous times. She stayed honestly, probably for the money, acting like nothing had happened.

He knew Y/N and Calvin was not together anymore; he never knew the reason. He knows Y/N didn't go last year because of Calvin.

Negan missed her that year.

"Lead the way, Ms. L/N." Negan motioned for her to go first, and the butterflies slowly disappeared in her stomach with relief but also disappointment.

The two got into the cars leading them to the national airport in Chicago. It was a one-flight ticket down to Florida, about a three-hour flight to Miami. Three hours elbow to elbow with Negan.

When they arrived, the two drivers escorted them out of the vehicle; Y/N's sunglasses rested on the edge of her nose watching the men roll their luggage away to be put on the plane.

She was very used to planes, but they still made her nervous for the takeoff, which was the roughest for her. "Okay, dolls," her mother turned to her family, "Our terminal is 5. Have your tickets ready; they should just scan us through security."

"Looks like I'm sitting with you, sweetheart," Negan stood beside Y/N; she placed her glasses on her head. "Oh, I didn't notice." She poked her bottom lip out, pretending to reread her ticket; NeganNegan's lips curled up, snickering at her.

That was his friend and also co worker's daughter. He had to remind himself that at times, but something kept drawing him in. "Hm, it seems you are," Y/N glanced over at his ticket, "I bet you're so excited."

"You have no idea, baby." Y/N quickly heard him whisper under his breath, and her face went bright red.

Maybe she didn't hear him right; perhaps she was delusional.

"What?" Y/N quickly choked out; Negan knew he could get to her. "I said you have no idea! You're my buddy, right?" Negan raised his eyebrow smirking at her; her face was still red.

"Yeah, best of friends." She muttered softly, following her parents inside the airport doors. She must have heard him wrong; he would not call her baby. Especially her family feet away.

They were quickly escorted through security, heading to their terminal.

See easy..

The airport was busy; it was always busy this time of year and especially Christmas. They boarded the plane not long before, first in line heading to the aircraft's upper.

"Alright, sweetheart, you want the window seat?" Negan asked her, the two staring at their seats. They were three seats down from their parents. She knew she would need a drink for this trip, no matter how early it was.

"I would not mind the window seat; I mostly will be reading." Y/N wiggled her book up from her backpack, squeezing in to take her seat. Negan took the seat beside her, causing a chill down her spine. His arm grazed hers, setting her bag down below her legs. "What? Are you reading one of those sex books?" Negan leaned over and quietly whispered playfully to her; Y/N's face squinted with a giggle.

"Every good book has a few steamy scenes." She shrugged, piercing her lips to hide her blushing smile. Y/N started buckling herself up, and when going to make it tighter, the band was stuck. She pulled harder, fighting with the belt around her waist.

"Do you need help with that?" Negan teased; she just kept pulling the belt.

These stupid damn belts.

Negan's hands went to her waist, instantly pulling it tighter. Her hands were not far from his, and Y/N was not totally caught off guard by his help. "Thanks." Negan's arms returned to resting on the armrests, and Y/N tried to start her book. She kept observing the first chapter of her new book, You Shouldn't Have Come Here. She still could feel his arms close to her own, giving her the butterflies once more boiling in her stomach. How was being close to him making it feel like she had never been touched? How could he have this much of an effect on her?

"You like the reading thing, huh?" Negan pondered on Y/N and bit her lip, breathing out a laugh. "The reading thing?" The young woman questioned his wording, "That is what you call it?" Negan shrugged, his mouth curling up into a smile.

"Yes, I am into the reading thing, now shush." She gestured with her hand with a 'shush.' Finally, actually trying to start her book, turning to the next page.

"What am I supposed to do?" Negan broke out; her gaze moved from the words to his eyes. God, that beard made that man attractive; she wondered how he looked with no beard. "Maybe you should get into the reading thing," Y/N suggested, keeping her book between her fingers closed. "I have other things for my hobbies, doll." Negan eyes observed her own, moving down to her hands where she nervously dug into her sleeves.

Negan thought she looked cute; she was not wearing the usual revealing dresses. He knew those nights would come. Y/N always looked stunning during those events; her body showed through each dress. Each one always complimented her curves; red especially was her color.

Y/N tried to keep quiet, only answering Negan's random questions, most of which made her laugh. She was getting deeper into the book and the plane ride. They were finally served refreshments; she was on her second Memosia for the day. Negan ordered a glass of whiskey on the rocks, still sipping his first glass.

Y/N knew she was nervous; she needed adrenaline to kick in; or the alcohol. Negan would joke about how she would be stumbling off the plane; Y/N knew she was pretty good with alcohol.

Most of the time.

Y/N also could have sworn she felt Negan's fingers graze hers sometimes; she kept her eyes on the words. She could not help but peer over sometimes, seeing if he was any closer. Sometimes it was hard to tell, but Y/N felt like he was closer to her than the first hour of the flight.

Finally, the words were music to her ears, and they were finally landing after three hours. Y/N glued her eyes on the outside, watching them get closer to the ground. "What are you most excited about the trip, doll?" Negan asked the younger woman; the plane shook slightly while the wheels rolled finally onto the ground.

"I always love the nights on the beach, even from the condo. Hearing the waves on the deck is nice enough." She admitted to Negan their conversations had been casual. He would shoot her a few questions here and there just to be able to talk to her. Negan just wanted to tease her; he loved watching her squirm, especially when she tried to hide it.

The pilot finally announced for them to depart from the plane exiting the terminal; Y/N saw her little brother waiting there for them. "You're so lucky you got to sit in first class; I had to sit beside this old man!" Max cringed, talking to his older sister while they waited on their parents.

"Well, I had to sit by an old man too." Y/N teased the man beside her, his face filled with a smile, but he pretended to be hurt by her comment holding his chest. "Man, sweetheart, breaking my heart." He put his own carry-own around his shoulders.

"There's mom and dad!" Max ran up to them just like they had been gone themselves on vacation. "Hey! How was it for you guys?" William wondered out loud to the others, wrapping his arms around his wife and son. "It was fine, Dad. I had a couple of drinks to keep me calm." Y/N grinned, "I guess I had pretty good company too." She motioned off to Negan.

"I had to sit beside an old man with long ear hair!" Max cringed once more, causing a laugh from everyone. Her fathers glanced over the information for them in his emails.

"I got us two cars for rent, sitting outside in parking spots 2A and 2B." Her father pointed at the map for everyone to see, "If you guys get the luggage, Me and Negan will get help to move cars around."

"Sounds good, man," Negan replied, hitting the back of his shoulder friendly, "We will see you guys soon." Negan turned to where Y/N saw his wink, following her dad. Her face couldn't help but beam red with a blush.

She loathed this man.

Not really, just his actions, his looks, his face…

He knew what he was doing; he had to, right? Y/N knew he wouldn't act like this, right? She literally let the anxiety and overthinking get to her.

"Come on, my loves, we have to go downstairs." Catherine grabbed Max's hand, and Y/N followed behind her mother and brother. The airport was crowded, she stayed close as possible. No matter how often they have been here, she still would get lost.

They made it to the escalator, escorting them down the stairs where each gate was for suitcases. "Remember, terminal five was ours." Catherine reminded her children, leading them off to where their luggage would be. One by one, they got their suitcases, along with Williams and Negan's.

Y/N noticed he just had a small carry-on, along with the bag he had with him now. Her luggage was half the size of his, probably everyone's luggage, to be honest. She could barely get it off the floor.

Negan and William found them beside their terminal exit arriving with a luggage carrier. Negan would be driving the black SUV to the condo while Y/N's family would operate in the red SUV. Her father would get two vehicles each year, especially since Y/N started to drive.

Y/N was so excited to see the condo; they always were so beautiful and secluded.

It was mid-afternoon. It was sunny out and extremely hot outside. This caused Y/N in the car to remove her sweatshirt; she was ready for a shower before going shopping. Getting into a new change of clothes sounded lovely, too; Y/N was glad she packed so much.

When they arrived at the condo, pulling up the long driveway, the gate let them in with the code. It was the most beautiful yet.

It was all white with wooding boarding on the sides. Lights hung on the front porch, bunch of cute chairs were very welcoming. From what she could see, the top floor had a whole round of a deck for them to watch the ocean behind them. The size was big, seeing a pool off to the side when pulling into the garage.

"Max doll, your room is right from ours," Catherine said, knowing Max was the first out of the car, running to his room to set up his games. They were quick out of the car, running to the door, "Alright, Y/N love, your room is left on top."

Y/N got out slowly, seeing Negan getting his stuff out of the car behind them. She held her sweatshirt close going inside where the kitchen was. It was a kitchen that reminded her of back home, very modern. The stairs were towards the front door, which was solid black.

She followed up the stairs turning left, seeing an open room filled with sunlight. Y/N entered the room; her bed had thick white sheets. Filled with bunches of pillows, mostly beach themed.

Beside the bed complimented wooden bed rests with shell-shaped lamps. The closest was beside the bed, still covered by the fuzzy rug underneath the bed. Beside the closet was a door to a master-size bathroom containing a walk-in shower.

The bed was pretty big, she guessed, a king, and the windows were wide big, letting her see the deck she had outside. There was a flat-screen above the full dresser in front of her bed.

After glancing over her room, she jumped on the bed, feeling herself sink in. She hummed slightly, closing her eyes and absorbing the comfort of the room. "You pack this much stuff and just gonna lay in bed?" She heard a playful grunt come from the hallway; Y/N sat up, sitting Negan placed her suitcase in her room, huffing out. She giggled, watching his hands sit on his hips. "You seem to have it." Y/N snickered, Negan rolling his eyes at the spoiled girl.

"Your daddy got you spoiled, huh?"

"Just a little." Y/N stood up, rolling it over to her closet, "I'm not as bad as Max." Negan stepped further into her room, gazing over her room. "By the looks of this room, sweetheart, you're the most spoilt." Negan chuckled, sitting on her bed; Y/N tried to swat him away with her hands.

"You're going to stink up my sheets with your sweaty self." Y/N laughed while Negan blocked her playful slaps to move. "Oh, you don't think you stink after the long trip?" Negan watched the young woman give up, sitting beside him on the edge of the bed.

"No, I'm not the one was is wagging in luggage," Y/N smirked; she was leaning over, letting the tank reveal some of her cleavage. Negan's eyes tried to keep a gaze on her, letting his eyes wander back up. Her smirk seemed more seductive like she caught him looking at her chest.

Negan's mouth parted, not knowing a word to say. This wasn't their first-time inches apart today, but they were on a bed. "Don't you have more to help with downstairs?" Y/N mumbled; she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Huh-uh-yeah," his eyes still locked with hers, answering her question, "Your dad probably wondering where I'm at." Negan rubbed the back of his neck, for his nerves were getting the best of him. He stood from the bed, leaving Y/N sitting alone. Negan stood in his spot for a moment in the room.

"Yeah, don't want daddy seeing you in here." She said seductively, gazing over at Negan and watching him walk out. His face was red; he felt like he could feel the sweat drip down his forehead.

Y/N watched the older man leave, feeling the confidence sentence turn embarrassing; maybe she should not have said that. She covered her face, falling on the bed. She knew her parents would be ready soon to return to the shopping area, so they could be back in time to all get ready for the big dinner tonight at 8PM. Y/N gathered herself, finally getting up, going over to her suitcase, and hanging her clothes up. She had anything from comfy attire to cute little sundresses for days and nights out.

After getting her clothes into her closet, Y/N laid out a pair of blue jean shorts and a tied-up Hawaii-themed shirt to shop today. She desperately needed a shower, so she shut the door to her own bathroom, toiletries in hand.

All she could think of starting her shower was Negan. How tense it was becoming with him, how his attractiveness had grown.

The water was scolding hot, hitting her skin. Keeping her hair up still from not getting wet, she let herself relax there for a moment. Steam started to collect around the room, covering the glass around her. Maybe Negan was not attracted to her like she was to him? Or maybe Negan was too scared of what would happen if they messed around?

Maybe he was just a tease.

But what was Y/N?

A fucking tease as well.

A/N: Anyways, part two will be out shortly it was just too much of a chapter to be put together I have lots and lots of detail for this! The other half is pretty darn close to five thousand as well! So the warnings in chapter are included for BOTH PARTS😉

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