#i almost called saturday slutty saturday when i was talking to my mom
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Rager Teenager.
Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Alex Danvers x Niece!Reader, Kelly Olsen x Niece!Reader
Word Count: 2900.
Alex doesn’t even look shocked when she sees you landing in her backyard, dropping a bag of clothes loudly on the ground.
“Hey.” You greet her with a smile, looking at her standing in the doorway with a glass of wine in her hands.
“Running away, kiddo?” She points at the bag, but she means it like a joke. Let’s just say you were quite generous with the amount of clothes you packed. You could be leaving the house for a month, for what it’s worth. Yet, no one would actually think that you are running away from home.
“Yep.” You shrug it off. Her eyebrows are pinched together immediately. “Can I stay?”
Alex moves away from the door, giving you space to walk in. “Should I call your moms to let them know or-?”
“Nah, they’re aware.” You pick up your bag and make your way inside, passing her on the way in. “Hi, aunt Kelly. Where’s Jamie?”
“Oh, hi.” Kelly smiles at you from her wine glass. She then acknowledges the bag, pointing at it with her face. “Is that some big creation or something fun for you two to do?”
“Actually, just my clothes. I’m moving in.” You smile making your way to the stairs. “Indefinitely.”
“Oh. Sounds fun.” Kelly gives you two thumbs up, not looking as amused as she made it sound. “Your cousin is upstairs.”
“Cool. Thanks for letting me stay.” You say, making your way to Jamie’s bedroom to surprise her.
You are aware they didn’t exactly let you stay. Especially not ‘indefinitely’. But you know they would never say no to you, just like your moms would never say no to Jamie if she wanted to stay at your house. You also know that Alex is probably calling Kara right now, and that at some point tonight Kelly will try to assess how you’re feeling, claiming this is an open safe space.
It’s annoying that they’ll treat you like you’re the one that needs to talk about your feelings and understand them. You do understand what you’re feeling. You’re feeling like they think you should be ok with the fact that you don’t need their attention anymore. And of course you don’t need it. But you want it.
Your moms have always been your best friend. You tell them everything and you like that. You like the fact that you don’t have to be rebellious to get their attention, because you are the most important person in their lives, and you liked that feeling.
But well, now things are different. Maybe you need to change a little. Make a little trouble. Be a rebel rascal. A wild child. A rager teenager.
“Hey!” You drop your bag in a loud thud on the floor, making Jamie look up from her phone.
“I see you finally brought back all the things you borrowed from me.” She points at the bag with her eyes, and you roll yours in response.
“You wish.” You throw yourself on her bed, in front of her. “I’m actually moving in.”
“You don’t say.” She throws her phone to the side, looking at you with curiosity in her eyes. “Well, go on. Let’s hear it.”
You tell her everything and Jamie looks amused that the first time you’re throwing a tantrum is over something so dumb as not getting their attention. Says the girl who doesn’t pick up her phone at eight -not even in a life-threatening situation- because that’s her catch up time with her moms.
“So your big rebellious act is coming to my house?” You nod. “I would’ve thought staying with, I don’t know, Lillian Luthor would be far more dramatic.”
“Should I?” You ask out loud, but you’re actually talking to yourself. “No, right? No. That’s insane.” Is it? Yes, yes it is. “But I do have another rebellious idea in my baggage.”
Jamie zeroes in the bag you brought in. Sure the bag is big, but it doesn’t fit what you’re thinking.
“Not my actual bag.” You roll your eyes. “I meant my emotional baggage.”
“Oh, that’s a lot bigger than that one.” She agrees with her head, making her point. You look at the enormous bag on the floor of her bedroom.
“No, it’s not.”
“Hey, remember that time you almost died?”
“Which one?” You ask and she gives you a satisfied grin, like she is saying ‘touché’. Yeah, you guess she has a point.
“ANYWAYS!” You say, trying to ignore her. “Movies!”
See, it was kind of obvious that you wouldn’t be good at being rebellious. You never had to do this before. You’ve only seen it in movies. Ok, so let’s try what movies did. In Harry Potter, Hermione's big rebellious act was erasing her parents' mind. Huh. That you have the means to do. But no, that’s insane. Right? Right! Making your moms forget you is insane! Maybe you should think of rom-coms or teen movies. Hm, in ‘Mean Girls’ Cady throws a party when they’re parents aren’t in the house and dresses slutty or whatever. You can’t pull any of this off. Who would come to your party? How would you kick your moms out of the house? And you would rather die than dress slutty.
“Movies.” Jamie repeats, incredulous. “You know, for a genius you really lack basic information at times.” She says making you gruff. “You want to be rebellious? Steal Lena’s BMW, sneak out, go to a party, get drunk-”
“I can’t exactly get drunk unless it is alien alcohol.” You add.
“Steal alien alcohol.” She adds to the list, a little disgruntled that you made her lose her train of thought. “Make me go with you.”
“You’re literally giving me the idea.”
“Hmm, yes. Because I’m dying to go to this party Maya told me about, but I need plausible deniability. As in-”
“If your moms ask, it was all my fault?” You ask with an eyebrow raise and she agrees with her head. “Ok, fine. I’ll take the blame. But I think we can be more rebellious than that.” You give her a wicked smile. “Can you imagine how crazy it would be if-” You take off your glasses. “She went to a party?”
“WHAT!” Jamie sits straighter in bed looking equally terrified and excited. “No! You can’t have Superkid go to a party! She is a SUPER! Kara would absolutely kill you.”
“What’s the point of only pissing off Lena? I do that way too much already.” You throw yourself back in bed, thinking about it. “Besides, no one wants a Luthor in their party. Now, who’s going to say no to Superkid?”
“Ok, wait a minute. I-I-” You can tell you have made Jamie really confused when you leave her speechless. “Superkid doesn’t even exist anymore, and you want to bring her back just so you can go to a party?”
“Superkid doesn’t-'' You laugh, then furrow your brows. Holy shit, people still think you’re not supering anymore. “Oh, yeah, about that. I’ve been supering in secret ever since I came back from that other reality.”
“You-” Jamie’s mouth comically open wide like a cartoon character. “But-You-And then-I don’t get it.”
“See? That’s why I’ve been doing it in secret.”
Because how do you do it? How do you go back to being a superhero when you made such a big deal about not ever wanting to be a superhero ever again in your life? How do you unsay it?
Should you just come back home and be like ‘oh yeah, by the way, Superkid exists again, and you have to go back to worrying about me, Lena. And yes, Kara, you might have to go to outer space save me again a couple of times. No biggy. Good night!’
So you don't, right? You sneak in in secret instead. Pray you don't die on the job. Pray they don't find out. And mostly, you pray that you're doing the correct thing, because it's the righteous thing to do and not because you selfishly want that powerful feeling you had before.
“So for weeks you’ve been going around National City saving people and no one knew?” You nod. She needs to make sure. Jamie slaps your arm like you could feel pain. “You didn’t even tell me?”
“I’m telling you right now. Before anyone else.” She still rolls her eyes at you. “Come on, it’s a great way for Superkid to do her comeback. At a party, dancing with stupid teens.” Jamie looks unconvinced. “We can still take Lena’s car.”
“Why would we need it? You can just fly us there.”
“Yeah, I know. But it will piss off Lena.” You give her another wicked grin. “I’ll let you drive.”
“Yeah, ok, cool.”
Simple as that.
So it’s Friday night, Jamie agrees she will go to the party with Maya, and you told your girlfriend you were grounded. Yes, it’s a lie. But barely. You’re sure you’ll be grounded right after this, anyways.
It’s before midnight when both of your aunts say goodnight and go to bed. Kelly makes sure she schedules a ‘talking about your feelings’ session right on Saturday morning with you, before she leaves, though. Ugh, this won’t be fun.
You give them some time, then use your super hearing to make sure they are asleep, before you fly out the window and look for Lena. Like you suspected it’s Friday night and she’s made it back to L Corp, after you left home. Rao, you’re so mad.
You fly home and check for Kara’s presence. All clear. Must be tailing Arnold McKenan or running away from her problems. For someone so brave, you can’t believe how much of a coward she is when it comes to Lena. Rao, you’re raging.
You grab Lena’s car keys, your supersuit in their closet, and then pick the car up and drop off in front of Jamie. You love Jamie, and you know she drives better than you do, but still you fly behind her car the entire time to make sure she is safe. Damn the car, if it was for you, you would toss it in the ocean, it’s Jamie you care about.
“Holy!” Maya says, when she slides in the car. “That’s-wow! Did you steal this?”
“For sure.” Jamie smiles and drives off, leaving nothing but tire marks behind.
“Is that why Superkid is following us?” Maya asks, and you smile to yourself.
“Nah. She was saving a kitten and I asked if she wanted to come to a party. Now, she’s following the car.”
“WHAT!” Maya yells, sounding excited. “You’re joking! We’re going to a party with Superkid?” She gets nothing but a nod. “Holy fucking shit! I can’t believe my girlfriend won’t be there. Maybe we could convince her to sneak out?”
“Please. Do you even know your girlfriend?” You hear Jamie’s response. “She would never.” You scoff. “Besides, I don’t want to be third-wheeling all night. You guys are awfully handsy.”
“Yeah, well. She’s hot.” Maya says, making you smile even more. “Here. We’re here.” And so Jamie parks.
“Hi!” You open the car’s door to Maya, giving you her hand so she can exit the car. “I’m Superkid.”
“Of course you are.” She manages to say, looking red as a tomato.
“Your friend Jamie said it was ok if I came. I hope I’m not intruding on anything.”
“NO! No! Not at all. You’re more than welcomed. I mean, it’s not my party, but I’m guessing you will be more than welcome. I mean, who wouldn’t want Superkid in their party, right? So yeah you’re welcome! Anyways, you cool? I’m cool.” She rambles, making you and Jamie share a look. “Oof, I’m sweating.”
“Don’t be nervous.” You put your hand on her shoulder for a light squeeze. “I’m just a normal teen.”
She wheezes out a laugh. “I don’t know about normal.”
“More than you think. Shall we?” You point inside the house, and she agrees with her head. They fall a little behind you, and you can hear Maya whispering.
“Doesn’t she look awfully familiar?”
“Haven’t you met her before a few times?” Jamie saves you and you smile when Maya agrees, and lets it go.
Let’s just say going to a party as Superkid is on the top of the best ideas you’ve ever had. Superkid is a big hit. There’s even a line so people can take pictures with you. And they all love you. You’ve never felt so loved in your life. This was exactly what you needed.
It sucks that alcohol does literally nothing to you, but you still enjoy watching Jamie and Maya getting louder and flushed and talking nonsense to you all night. So this is what it's like to be a normal teenage girl? You’ll take it.
It is also very exciting that Maya can’t ever stop bringing your name up. The real you. Not Superkid. Not you in this shiny suit. The nerdy you that is apparently home, texting her so she can enjoy the party.
The night goes on and you don’t think once about Lena in her stupid office, doing her dreary paperwork, acting like that fucking company is more important than your family’s existence. You also don’t think about Kara in that stupid DEO, doing her dreary patrol, acting like the fucking world is more important than your family’s wellbeing. Or maybe you thought about it once or twice. But not as much as you would if you were home alone waiting for them. But hey, you shouldn’t be thinking about them! They sure as hell aren’t thinking about you right now.
“Shit, shit, shit.” Jamie says looking at her phone. “It’s mami! She probably noticed I’m not in my bedroom.”
“It’s ok. Let me see that.” You grab her phone. “I’ll take this up in the sky, so she doesn’t hear all the noise.”
“You’re going to answer her phone?” Maya asks, and you realize that it doesn’t make a lot of sense for you to be answering the phone of some girl you just met. Damn! Maya still makes sense even with all the alcohol.
“Oh. Um. I’m really good at impressions!” You say with a smile. But you can’t actually impersonate Jamie. You put both hands on your waist and look up. “Hope, help, and compassion for all.” Then you smile. “That was Supergirl.”
“It was perfect.” She says, and now the alcohol is probably doing the effect again.
“Ok! Gotta go!” You fly up and notice that a bunch camera flashes follow you. Feels good to be loved. “Heeeey auntie.”
“Where the hell are the two of you?” Kelly yells through her phone and you actually have to take it off your ear, because it’s too loud.
“Oh!” Think of something, come on. “We’re at-at the Fortress. I brought Jamie to help me look for this thing-”
“And none of you thought it was a good idea to let us know that? We were here thinking she was kidnapped!”
“By whom?”
“Well, I don’t know. It’s a new threat every day in this town! A few weeks ago you literally vanished from your bedroom one night!” Oh, that. What a cool funny story, that no one thinks is cool nor fun, except you. Kelly exhales. “Why didn’t she pick up the phone herself?”
“Oh! I think she got lost in one of the rooms.” You hate that you’re lying so much. You never once lied to Kelly before. What if she just knows? “Don’t worry, auntie. We’re safe, and will be back home in bed soon, ok? Go to bed, everything is ok. Goodnight!”
You hang up before she answers. Way to be suspicious. You come back to the party and see Jamie hyperventilating afraid of the conversation you just had.
“We should go.”
“Relax, I handled it.” You pick up another jello shot, putting on Jamie’s hand. “Chill, I’ve got this. No one will ever know.”
And when you make it back home and park Lena’s car exactly like it was parked -in all honesty Jamie couldn’t parallel park so you picked it up and put it in its place-, you think no one will ever know. And when you and Jamie sneak in her bedroom and go straight to bed, and none of her moms wake up, you are sure no one will ever know.
Wouldn’t it be nice if that was actually the case? But when you wake up the next morning… Oh, crap. Oh, shit. Oh, no. What are Kara and Lena doing here?
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Moments of Lightness
This is just for prosterity from Ff.net, written way back during season 1 of EoA so lots of things in here have been debunked. Long time since then. Just four "scenes" of Paloma and Esteban of things I imagined of Shuriki's reign, connecting to present like why they have a rivalry, how Paloma got her fan, why she dresses so conservatively, that yellow neck thing Esteban has, how she got greedy etc. A lot of this headcanon was inspired by daydreamingobsessed.
Esteban tried to avoid flinching at the ear piercing volume Shuriki was emitting as she heard the latest report of the trade deal between Satu and Avalor.
"I want him in!" Shruiki shrieked, "How could Satu have duped us. I said we should be the ones getting more money out of the deal."
"Uhh, The Magister of the Guild is a she." A guard piped up to Shruiki's glare.
"What?" She hissed.
"You killed Master Mascarenas and his associates last week because you suspected him of rebelling."
"Oh, right" Skruiki smiled, "So who do we have in charge now?"
"His ward, your Grace. His daughter." Higgins put in.
"She better have a good explanation." Shruiki looked at the mirror once more, admiring her reflection and preening. "Bring her in."
Esteban's eyes turned toward the door where Paloma Mascarenas walked in. He had seen her around when he was younger, whenever her father came to talk to King Ronaldo. She had been so vain and cocky, what with her father as a very important man in Avalor. She and he would get in the most petty fights.
Paloma looked be in her twenties now. Still pretty with her brown eyes, and slender frame accented by a silk teal gown. Her hair in tendrils to frame her face as the rest flowed down her back.
But she looked like she lost most of her arrogance for now. She looked terrified as she stood in front of Shuriki's throne. As one should. Esteban shuddered as he remembered Shuriki ruthlessly taking over Avalon, killing anyone in her way.
"Explain yourself." Shuriki demanded with a tone of steel, "What were you doing? Making a fool out of Avalor? Letting Saturday gain the upper hand. You signed a contract that gave them a quarter of our exports for only a 4th of theirs! What were you thinking? YOU are the one who is suppose to lead the Guild, do you know anything about fine print?" Shuriki sneered.
"I..I thought..I mean in the long run, the trade will work in our favor. By exporting our goods at slightly higher prices than their imports, eventually we.." Paloma tried to gather her thoughts into an explanation but Esteban could see that Shuriki had no patience to hear. She never did. She only cared that things got done.
"Eventually." Shuriki cut her off, "What does that have to do with now?"
"Your Grace, I thought.."
"You are a failure. Avalor is the best trade city in the world, the height of sophiscation and your mistake could ruin our reputation. It would let other countries think they can deal whatever they want with us. Are you trying to make a fool out of Avalor, Mascarenas? Hmm? You are working like your father. Slowly ruining us from within.."
"No! No, no your grace I wasn't trying to do anything against Avalor or you I swear" Paloma cried.
"Silence." Shuriki got up from her throne, taking a knife that the Captain of the guard handed her.
Shuriki came up in front of Paloma, and surveyed her wth a critical eye, "Honestly, I don't know why I allowed you in my service. You should be a prostitute. It would be more fitting considering to your clothing choices." She dismissively waved a hand over Paloma's partially covered shoulder. "That way you can actually make money."
Shuriki grabbed her firmly by the chin, "I won't fire you for now. It's too much work finding people. But if you dare mess the next trade deal and you do not get me the 12 pounds of diamonds I requested. Well..." she made a small slice on the girl's cheek.
Shuriki turned away, handing the blood specked knife to Esteban.
"Till next time" she smirked.
Paloma stiffened and walked backwards out the door.
It wasn't until much later in the day when Shuriki was having her daily routine of looking at herself, and Esteban finished any miscllaneous duties, he decided to pay a visit to the guild.
Esteban quietly knocked the office door of the Trade's Guild before he entered.
"Señora Mascarnes, I would like to discuss today's meeting with you." He entered to see Paloma frantically looking through papers, almost on the verge of tears. Her cheek faintly red from the scar. The room was a mess with piles of paper, boxes of trinkets and unorganized seats of furniture compared to the tidiness of the warehouse.
She jumped up with a start, "What? Has she changed her mind? Are you..Are you going to kill me?"
"No" Esteban held up his hands, showing his lack of weaponry.
"I just wanted to know what happened? Your father was very good at his job, I thought he would have taught you the same skills. You have been for the last 4 years."
"Yes" Paloma muttered in agreement, her head down in reverence. Esteban remembered he was in his official uniform of a Chancellor. He sometimes forgot that in the few times he walked in Avalor. He was so used to being in the town, but now everyone looked at him differently due to his position. As Shuriki's right hand man.
"Well? What made you make the deal?"
Paloma slowly looked up at him, "I..I did think it was a good contract. I mean we didn't get as much money but the imports would have been very useful for Avalorian resources and workers so I signed. I really wasn't trying to do anything against Shuriki."
"Isn't there a way you could have gotten more money from it?"
"I'm sure there was." Paloma nodded.
"And you didn't?"
"I don't know how." Paloma admitted, "She's right. I don't know what I'm doing. I mean, you see, I was suppose to be in training for 3 more years. Then gradually take over the job. I was suppose to be Master at 30, not now! And..and I can't find anything around here. The guards ransacked my house and the office. They took all my father's belongings. I can't find any contracts, I can't find his will. I couldn't ask for help because all the other officials would love to see me fail and take my position."
Esteban pitied the girl in front of him. Truly she did look younger than she was right then. Vulnerable, scared.
"I have a solution for that though." He said, "I have some experience in financial matters since being in Shuriki's court." He pulled out a fan he had Ben hiding in his inner coat pocket. He had plucked most of the jewels from it's cover so it showed its actual light blue design of flowers rather than the bejeweled design of a rose. "This, you can use to cover your scar if you wish."
He picked out a small pile of rubies buried within the pocket as well. "And this you can use as bribes when you need to."
"Bribes?" Paloma stared at him dubiously.
"Money makes the world go round. And with Shuriki in control, I really don't think we could afford to have too much of a moral compass. Believe me." Esteban thought to when he let Victor get banished. To allowing his family to be trapped in a painting and an amulet respectively. Letting Shuriki kill the king and queen as he stood by meekly.
Paloma looked at him to continue.
"I don't know how far along you got to in training but right now as Master of the Guild, what matters is that you make money. That way we can keep Avalor prosperous and keep everyone in standard comfort than poverty."
"Yes" Paloma leaned forward eagerly, greatful that someone was giving her advice.
"We need more taxes. Just for a little bit. Put a price on everything. At this time, everyone wants to decorate to have some cheer in their house. So they are more than willing to pay in decorations, candles, food. But what else, we need a bigger revenue, more of a reason to buy this stuff. So that is why we need to organize sales, competitions. In which you must play the people off one another."
Paloma nodded, calculating the numbers in her head, "A harvesting contest would be good. You need to hire workers to plow and of course, materials which could cost extra since they have to be built.." Paloma continued happily, employing more people was necessary.
"That's it" Esteban encouraged
"Good, really good. Everyone is dismissed." Shuriki called to the officials, waving them out the door, "Ah Paloma, you look less whorish. But still quiet vulgar for my court. A slut among nobles." Shuriki smiled at her.
Esteban resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Paloma had been dressing less "slutty” lately. Her dresses covered her shoulders, and any other skin that could be shown, from her ankles to her collarbone.
An hour later as they were walking to the docks for a impromptu meeting with sailors, Paloma asked him.
"Esteban, what is it? Do I really look like a prostitute?"
"You never looked like a prostitute. Her Grace, is just...Her Grace. Look, you're young and she isn't, that's all."
"There is a part of Shuriki that is insecure of her looks?" Paloma said dubiously with a look of disbelief.
"Yeah that's probably not it." Esteban admitted, "But if you want to make her stop trying copying her dress. Put your hair up like a married women. Fancier jewelry, I'm sure you could get it."
"So like real jewels instead of plain smith shop work. But what about the blacksmith? He needs the money I pay him for his work..."
Esteban gave her a look.
"Right, no moral compasses here. I forgot." She fingered her gold tinted chain that had PXPM carved into the stone in the middle.
"You use your mother's maiden name?" Esteban asked pointing to it.
"Oh no, I have two middle names actually." Paloma said, "My parents wanted to name me Paloma Prospera Mascarnes but then my mom died so my father wanted to name me Xiomara after her as well."
"How?" Esteban asked softly. He never knew his parents, no matter how much he begged Francisco and Luisa and his aunt and uncle to tell him, he never got the answer. He sometimes would dream of the day they would return from some long journey and come to him and they would spend the days like a family, and he could say "My Mom and Dad" instead of "My Abuelo and Abuela."
"I came three weeks early and there were complications...and my mom's body couldn't.." she took a pause to recollect herself "She died almost half an hour after I was born. I wasn't suppose to live either. I was all small and pale, like a paloma. So..yeah."
"I used to wonder if that is what happened to my mom." Esteban whispered, "But death by childbirth is somewhat a normal occurrence so I thought Francisco and Luisa would tell me. I just wonder..”
Paloma put a hand on his shoulder, "I'm sure they didn't abandon you because it had anything to do with you. After all you were left with your grandparents and they are so..I mean were so kind."
"Well they would definitely abandon me now" Esteban thought to himself, "And my grandparents wouldn't be so kind if they knew what I had helped do."
Esteban mustered a small smile at the girl beside him and tried to push the thoughts away.
Months later, Esteban was walking down the royal palace when he saw Paloma walking ahead. Behind her a guard was obviously trying to look like he was walking casually behind her but Esteban could see him leering at the women's long skirt. Esteban shook his head in disgust. There was nothing to see! She wasn't doing anything and they all looked at her like some sort of sex toy.
Esteban quickly strode up, and shoved past the guard. "Señora Mascarnes, I must have a word isn't you in my study. Right now."
He whisked her off to his study and firmly closed the door.
"I don't like that man." He growled.
"Why Esteba," Paloma smirked with a mocking tone, "Don't tell me you're jealous?"
"Jealous!" Esteban thought. No, he wasn't. Yes, he didn't like it when other men stared at her. But that only was because they were not gentlemen!
They all saw her as "the prostitute" the pretty girl who had nothing in her brain. He wished they could see what he did. Over the months he worked with her to keep Avalor, prosperous he saw her as educated, and sly and witty, and very well-cultured. She was fiercely protective and determined in doing her job as Magister of the Guild.
He never could have thought of the many ways to squeeze money out of people as she did. And how to outmaneuver the trade deals to Avalor's favor.
But jealous...no he wouldn't let himself. It was something he could never do. He couldn't afford to make that kind of liaison in Shurki's court, no matter the women.
"No" Esteban answered. He thought he saw her smile falter a little but dismissed it as his imagination.
"I was keeping your virtue" Esteban let the sentence speak for himself.
Paloma grew solemn, "Thank you, I appreciate it very much."
"I think it's wrong. You are more than that. You are a valuable member in court."
"Thank you again." She blushed, then she straightened like she remembered something.
"I got you this." She pulled out a yellow handkerchief, "I never thanked you for the fan. I got it from Córdoba"
"It is very fine. Thank you for your gift..and your company." Esteban smiled
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"Did you not hear that Esteban!" Paloma beamed pulling him into her office, "She didn't say anything about my appearance. She didn't call me a prostitute! I'm finally doing something right!"
Esteban tried to match her feelings but felt like he couldn't. He didn't like Paloma's appearance. It was too..it was like Shuriki's. Formal, somewhat regal but didn't hold a candle to the colors and vibrancy of Avalorian dress. Her long brown hair had been pulled into a bun mimicking how Shuriki wouldn't let one thing out of place. Large, heavy-looking emeralds laid at her neck. A hat with an absurd feather poking out, just announcing her presence. No, it wasn't...
"She didn't call you anything." he pointed out.
"That's music to my ears." She smiled, "This is just the beginning. She'll have to start calling me something. An actual title like yours. Señora or Doña."
"I don't like this." Esteban blurted out.
"What?"
"I don't like this" Esteban gestured to her body "It's not you. Neither is this title thing."
"Excuse me. Do I not deserve a title? After all I have done. I have brought more money the past two years than my father has ever done in his two."
"Yes, yes. That is good. But this sucking up to Shuriki."
"And you don't?" Paloma argued.
"I have to!" Esteban amended vehemently, "I'm her right hand. I'm the one doing all the royal duties here. If I'm gone, Shuriki would neglect it and let some poor, unefficant soul run Avalor to the ground. I am helping Avalor."
"I'm helping Avalor too!" Paloma retorted "I'm the one that is keeping the economy going, keeping jobs for the people. I'm not letting the other countries take advantage of us."
"You are making the people buy buy buy to run the economy. You tax the lower villages too much." Esteban said.
"What I'm doing is helping them in the long run. Yes, they have to pay taxes but those taxes provide them with food and shelter. You can't get things if you don't give a little." Paloma crossed her arms.
"But you are using some of the inventory to buy that." He pointed to her necklace.
"Just this." Paloma hissed "For my own sake. Do you know how hard it is to be taken seriously when you're called a prostitute by the queen? She calls me that in public everyday in front of officials, in front of guests! Do you know how many have treated me like one. Seven offered to pay for my services. Three didn't even bother with the pretense of paying they just tried to force.." Paloma took a shuddery breath before continuing, "I have to look like I'm a part of the court to do my job, Esteban. I have to suck up and do what Shuriki wants and get the amount of money she wants. I don't know why you think that is different from you. You are so close to her. You might as well helped her to.."
Esteban took a sharp intake of breath, "Because it doesn't matter that you look better now. You are still a lower person even you don't look the part. You only made it because I helped you. You wouldn't make it at all."
"I would." Paloma's eyes flashed with fury "I know just as much. Even more than you."
"I'm the royal here." Esteban said coldly.
"You've been overthrown." Paloma answered icily "I can make it just fine without you. So get out of my office."
Esteban hesitated but with a defiant glare he left. He was the one in the right. He wasn't turning to Shuriki's pet. Right...
So from then on, I imagined it developed into the rivalry they have in the present. Who is the one who knows court life/formalities more? Who is the one who could always come out on top. I also imagine Shuriki could see their tension and helped to pit them against each other so there is that as well.
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Beside You Ch. 11: Where I Belong
Chapter Eleven: Where I Belong
For the first time in a while, I wasn’t woken up by a nuclear alarm.
Benny whispered something, but I couldn’t make it out.
Was she really Skyping this early with Gus?
It was still weird that it had been a few days since I sat there talking to Michael. Would that be something we would do? I shook the thoughts away and brought my attention back to Benny.
I forced myself to sit up to look at her.
“I’m sorry,” she mouthed to me.
I just shrugged. It was a nicer way to wake up, but at the same time, it could have freaked me out even more.
“Okay,” she said into the phone, “But I want to bring my roommate too.”
Instantly my body tensed. Bring me where?
I couldn’t hear the response, but I did hear Benny sigh loudly into the phone.
“Mom, Gus is still my boyfriend,” she said, “Michael is with a girl right now anyway.”
Was he with a girl right now?
I was the last to know anyway.
“No,” she said, “We’ll see you on Saturday.”
Saturday? What the hell?
Was that the day of the wedding?
“Love you,” she said before hanging up.
Benny groaned loudly as she fell back against her mattress.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
“My mom wants to throw a barbeque,” she said, “She wants me there with Michael.”
I nodded slowly.
“Gus is going to be a mess when I tell him,” she sighed.
“He is going, though, isn’t he?”
“Of course,” she nodded, “He just gets all crazy when my mom does this kind of stuff.”
I could imagine.
“One more thing,” she said, sounding hopeful.
“You want me to go?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she smiled, “But I want you and Michael to pretend to be together.”
I glared at her.
“My mom will bother both of us if he shows up by himself,” she said, “If he shows up with you, we will be left alone.”
“I don’t want to agree to that,” I said, “Michael would get all weird.”
“I’ll ask him,” she said, “Please say yes.”
I sighed, “Fine, I’ll do it.”
I would have gone anyway, but I don’t think this plan was a good idea.
“What am I supposed to wear?” I asked her.
She was quick to sit up, “Shit!”
She took her phone out and typed in a few things.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “You do this for me, and I’ll get you clothes.”
That wasn’t what I meant.
“What’s wrong with my clothes?” I asked.
She made a face, “My mom is a harsh person, and a hard person to please.”
That didn’t sound very good.
“What will I have to wear?” I asked.
“I’ll get you something after school today.”
“Benny,” I said, trying not to freak out, “What’s wrong with my clothes?”
“There is nothing wrong with your clothes,” she said, “Only something wrong with my mother’s opinions of them.”
“What does that mean?” I asked her.
“I have to buy us both something to wear,” she looked like she was about to freak out, “We will have to dress and act like girls.”
My clothes didn’t look like a girl wore them?
I glanced over at my closet and smiled to myself, nope. They weren’t that girly, but they were me.
Only now, they didn’t fit me right.
“I won’t be able to go with you,” I stated, “It’s Thursday.”
She nodded, “My mother is going to call the school and get me a day pass, she won’t be able to get one for you.”
I knew that, but I would still like to have a say in what kind of clothes she was going to force me to wear.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “I know what to avoid.”
I nodded slowly.
“But we will be in the rich part of town,” she grinned at me “You know what that means right?”
Obviously, I didn’t.
I shook my head, “What?”
“Crazy parties,” she nodded “We’ll leave my parent’s house, and have some real fun.”
I shrugged. It didn’t sound like a terrible idea.
She stared at me for a minute.
“What?” I asked, feeling like there was something on my face.
“If I bought you something slutty, would you wear it?”
I wanted to glare at her, “Why?”
“For the after-party,” she said, “There is no way I would let you dress like that when my mother is near.”
To be honest, I didn’t think I really cared if I showed some skin. Not if they were there.
I felt safe with them. I can already imagine Benny trying to fight someone for saying something mean to me about my birthmark.
“What kind of slutty?” I asked.
“You ever see those dresses with the deep V neck?”
I wasn’t sure I did, but when she explained it, I got the picture well enough.
“It needs to at least almost reach my knees,” I said.
“So, is that a yes?” she asked.
I nodded, “Why not? Will you be dressing similar?”
“Absolutely,” she said, “I never get to dress like that, I’m usually with the guys.”
I guess that made sense, but it wasn’t like she couldn’t dress however she wanted.
“Thank you,” she said, “For saying yes, I will buy everything, and I don’t want your money.”
How did she know I was going to give her money?
I glared, “I don’t want you to do that.”
“You’re doing me a favor,” she stated, “Besides, it’s not like I’m hurting for money.”
Michael said something similar once.
I didn’t grow up with very much money, so I didn’t know how to be spoiled.
“Alright,” I said, “But only get what’s important.”
She nodded.
Damn it, I was already getting nervous about Saturday.
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I found myself glaring at Benny as she tried to smile at me.
She wouldn’t let me see the clothes she bought me.
After she came in late yesterday, I figured that I wouldn’t nag her, even if I really wanted to.
Today was a different story, I asked her this morning, and she tried to change the subject.
We were supposed to be making a type of dessert for cooking, and she was still trying to avoid the subject.
“Benny,” I said sweetly, “If you don’t show me when we get back to the room, I might kill you.”
She laughed, but it was a nervous one.
“Okay,” she said, “But I may have gone overboard.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
She didn’t buy me anything freaky, did she?
“I will have to show you,” she said, “But please don’t get mad.”
I just looked at her, “We’ll see.”
Her gaze dropped to the half-stirred bowl, and she frowned.
“You know I won’t be mad,” I said before pouring the small cup of water into the bowl.
“I just want everything to be perfect,” she admitted, “I don’t want anything bad to happen.”
I understood that.
“I get it,” I said, “That’s why I won’t be mad at you.”
She smiled at me, and I could practically see the weight lift from her shoulders.
“Have you talked to Michael about it?” I asked her.
She finally started to stir the ingredients.
“I talked to Gus,” she said, “I asked him to ask Michael.”
She probably thought that Gus would make it easier. Though Michael would help him if he asked. This was a big deal to Gus.
It must suck to be a guy when it comes to meeting his girlfriend’s parents.
From what I’ve heard, Gus has taken a lot of shit from them.
Love is more than just a word, and Gus has clearly gone out of his way to let Benny know he loves her.
Where are more guys like him?
I wasn’t sure how long I spaced out for, but Benny was nudging me.
“What?”
“We’re kind of screwed here,” she said.
She pointed in the bowl, “We have ten minutes, this thing won’t be ready then.”
Damn it, this is what happens when I nag her.
“Just say we messed up the first time,” I stated.
It was true though, we tried to make flan first, but I ruined it.
She looked at me before sighing, “This sucks.”
I nodded, “Sorry.”
She smiled at me, “It’s only partly your fault.”
I gasped playfully, “Take it back.”
“Never,” she said in a low, evil voice.
I tried not to laugh, but it didn’t work.
It ended up sounding like a snort, and that made both of us laugh.
“I take it the two of you are finished?”
I glanced up innocently, “Our first dessert was ruined, and we tried to make another one, but it isn’t ready.”
Mrs. Clark glared down at me.
This woman was very good at that glare, if I didn’t know any better, I would think she didn’t like either one of us.
“Monday, you will make another, and I expect you to finish the other dish I have planned.”
It wasn’t like we had a choice. Benny and I would just have to not talk to each other on Monday then.
We both nodded.
Mrs. Clark checked the clock above the small whiteboard, “Start cleaning your stations.”
Benny sighed as she scraped the bowl contents into the trash.
I went to the small sink between our seats, and I started to wash the dishes.
“This sucks,” she said again as she cleared away the pieces of trash on the desks.
I couldn’t argue with that.
“Tomorrow will be fine,” I told her, “I will be on my best behavior, and I will do everything I can to make sure Michael is too.”
She smiled, “Thank you.”
“What are friends for? I asked.
She laughed, and I could see her mood lifting.
“Yeah, you’re right,” she nodded, “Where have you been all my life?”
It was my turn to laugh, “It doesn’t matter where I was before, I’m where I’m supposed to be now.”
To think I hated the idea of this place when I found out I was being forced to go.
Now I couldn’t even fathom the idea of having to go back.
Then the thought lingered in my mind. I would eventually have to go back, wouldn’t I?
The bell rang after I placed the last clean bowl in the sink.
“Have fun,” she said to me before she just ran out of the room.
She knew I would have to run today, why did my fitness teacher hate me?
I rushed to my class, and I changed as fast as I could without hurting myself.
If I didn’t dress out, and if I was late, my punishment would be far worse than just having to run.
I followed everyone to my proper number so that I could be checked in. From there, we went to the field.
“Two laps,” Coach Harris said, “Do more, and you get extra credit, or run the first two under ten minutes and get extra credit.”
I was so not running. I wouldn’t make it in time anyway. I would be at twelve minutes tops if I ran.
Who was I kidding? It would be fifteen or sixteen minutes.
I would be lazy today, and I would walk until the bell rang, this was my last class anyway.
Several girls just started to run, making the many walkers look bad.
I was passed the point of caring. I would get my extra credit the lazy way.
There was whistling coming from the other side of the gate, and I knew it was the guys on the other side watching. I hated it when they watched us run.
I looked over, and sure enough, there was like ten of them howling and just being annoying.
I didn’t see Michael today.
Did Gus ask him yet?
I guess now was as good a time as any to ask him.
I reached into my pocket to pull my phone out.
Did I want to text him or just call him?
Texting would mean waiting, but calling could also mean that I would have to deal with him being in whatever mood he was in. Who even knew what mood I would get today?
I guess I would call him, at least I could hear his voice.
It wasn’t always a good thing either.
I searched through the contacts on my phone until I saw his name, and I pressed the call button.
It rang until I heard the voicemail pick up.
Was he okay? It wasn’t like him to not answer his phone.
I walked for a few minutes, and I passed the field entrance where I started, marking the beginning of my second lap.
Finally, I felt my phone buzz. I was quick to answer it.
“Hello?” I asked.
“What’s up?” he asked, “You called me a few minutes ago.”
“Yeah,” I said a little awkwardly, “Have you talked to Gus about tomorrow?”
His mood didn’t seem like a good one.
“About what exactly?” he asked, “The barbeque, the after-party, or the fake dating?”
I nodded slowly, “Sounds like you’re up to speed.”
“You know that is a shitty plan,” he stated, “Benny’s mom knows I don’t date. She would spot the lie a mile away.”
Benny’s mom knew him that well?
“Then we need to be convincing,” I stated, “This isn’t for you or me, it’s for them.”
“I know,” he sighed, “But do you really think you can handle an entire weekend of pretending to be a couple?”
“Sounds like it will be harder for you,” I stated.
“If I put my arm around you, you can’t run away,” he stated, “You need to make it seem like you actually enjoy being touched.”
“What makes you think I don’t like to be touched?” I asked.
Maybe if he touched me more, I wouldn’t react the way that I did.
“Is that a trick question?” he asked, “You shy away from all kinds of contact.”
He sure was one to talk, huh?
“That is so not true” I tried not to hiss.
“What if I have to kiss you?” he asked.
“You won’t have to,” I stated, “But if it really comes to that, do it.”
“I guess you are committed,” he said.
Wait, what if it really came down to it? Would I be able to kiss him and not feel anything about it?
“I told you, this isn’t for us,” I sighed.
“I know,” he said, “That’s why I’m going along with this stupid plan.”
“Thank you,” I said.
“Whatever,” he said, “Just make sure your stuff is ready by seven.”
“We have to wake up that early?” I asked, already feeling tired.
“Sounds like you are missing some key information,” he stated, “We’re leaving tonight.”
“I’m meeting her parents tonight?” I asked, already starting to panic.
“We’re getting a hotel tonight,” he said, “I just have to pick up the rental car when I’m done with my classes.”
“How far are we going?” I asked.
“Three or four hours, depending on traffic.”
I groaned, and I nearly tripped over the uprooted tree roots at the corner of the field.
“They don’t want to be late,” he stated, “So we’re showing up a day earlier and leaving mid-day Sunday.”
So, I needed to bring more than just two outfits, damn it.
“Okay, I guess,” I mumbled.
“Is there anything you need before we go?” he asked.
“No,” I said, “Benny went out and got me some stuff yesterday.”
“Alright,” he said.
“I know you want to say something about that,” I stated, “But she was extremely convincing, and I couldn’t just say no.”
“I didn’t say anything,” he said, “I get it.”
We were quiet for a minute before I broke the silence.
“You have to promise me something.”
“Why?” he asked.
There was a hint of irritation to his tone, but I ignored it.
“Promise you won’t get all weird,” I said, “And I won’t get weird.”
“You’re going to have to be more specific than just weird.”
I had to think hard about that. What did I mean by weird?
“Don’t get all super sexual,” I said, “Don’t get mad, and ignore me.”
“I can’t promise that,” he stated, “I don’t plan for stuff like that to happen.”
I don’t think anyone did, but I wanted to at least try to avoid it.
“I want you to talk to me,” I said, “If I’m doing something wrong, I want you to tell me.”
“Alright,” he said, “And I expect the same courtesy.”
“Okay,” I said.
The coaches moved away from the field, so I didn’t need to hide my phone as I started my third lap.
“Where are you right now?” I asked, looking to his side of the gate.
He was usually lazing around in the small grass area on the other side.
“I was grabbing lunch when you first called,” he said, “That’s why I didn’t answer.”
That didn’t answer my question.
“I’m headed to the usual spot right now,” he said.
It didn’t take much longer until I saw him.
He held up what looked like a wrapped sandwich and a bottle of soda.
“Alright,” I said, “I see you.”
“I’m going to hang up now,” he said.
I watched him find a place on the grass.
“I’ll talk to you later then,” I said.
“Bye,” he said, and I watched him press the end call button on his phone.
I wouldn’t want to talk either if I was about to eat, but that was just typical Michael.
He didn’t care much for phone conversations, or regular human interaction.
I returned my phone to my pocket.
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I felt myself shake as I stared at the clothes left on my bed.
Benny was smart to not be in here when I saw them.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, they aren’t crazy or really revealing, but the number of things in front of me was more than what I was expecting.
The first thing I saw was the green flats with the bright blue on the bottoms. Then the maroon heels. It also looked like a pair of light brown and teal sandals. They were braided and went across your foot in several different places.
My eyes went over the two dresses on my bed. The maroon dress had the prominent deep V, so I knew that wasn’t the one I would be meeting her parents in. It made me a little anxious about showing off my chest.
The green dress looked more parent appropriate. At the neck and shoulders was netted, to show off your shoulders as well as your collar bone. It would show my birthmark, and I think that is what made me more nervous. Too many people around, and a weird first impression. I already wasn’t looking forward to it. It looked like she also got me a pair of black capri leggings.
The second I saw the bathing suit, I felt the sensation of falling. My stomach hurt.
The bathing suit didn’t make any sense, it was almost full-on winter here. It was not bathing suit weather.
If it was a full-body suit, then maybe, but this floral two-piece was a no.
I couldn’t wear it, not with the scars on my legs.
At least the green dress was long enough for me to wear a pair of shorts under, I didn’t have swim shorts to wear with this.
The door opened behind me.
I turned to look at Benny, who flinched the second she saw me.
“A bathing suit?” I asked, “Really?”
“The pool will be heated,” she stated.
I didn’t even know that there would be a pool, I didn’t care if it was heated or not.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “I just talked to Gus, and he said Michael told you we were leaving tonight, I thought I told you.”
I didn’t say anything about that.
“I know it’s a lot to deal with,” she said, “And I’m sorry, but you can’t say no to any of it.”
I wasn’t sure really how to respond to that, but it was true.
I already agreed to wear what she bought me.
The only thing I could do is sigh, “I spoil you.”
“Yes, you do,” she nodded, “And I appreciate it, more than you know.”
I shrugged, though, I had a pretty good idea.
“Michael agreed to the plan,” I said.
“Gus told me,” she said, “I hope the two of you went over ground rules.”
I nodded, “I told him not to get all weird at me.”
“Okay,” she nodded.
I watched her pull out a bag, it looked big enough to hold a week’s worth of clothes.
“I was going to ask you if you were packing lightly,” I said with a small laugh, “But clearly, you are moving away.”
“Shut up,” she said, “We can both put our clothes in here.”
I shrugged as I watched her put shoes in first. She had a pair of dark blue flats, black braided sandals, and a pair of black heels.
“Bring your backpack too,” she said, “Use it as a purse, that’s what I’m going to do.”
I nodded before dumping the stuff on my bed that was in the red backpack.
It was actually a good idea, keep the important stuff in the backpack, but everything else in the big bag.
“Don’t forget to bring something to sleep in,” she said as she went for her dresser.
That’s right, I didn’t even think of that. If we were pretty much going to spend the weekend in a hotel.
The sleeping arrangements. How were those going to work?
I don’t see Gus and Michael sharing a bed.
Why did I have a bad feeling?
It was probably just my nerves.
I made sure to pack everything I would need, clothes, toothbrush and toothpaste, hairbrush, and deodorant. The non-clothing stuff I put into my backpack.
Her phone went off, and I was quick to pull mine from my sweats to see the time.
It was 6:35 PM.
Michael said to be ready by seven.
“Yeah,” she said into the phone.
I grabbed my charger and dropped it into the backpack. I couldn’t think of anything else that I could need.
I was ready until I remembered what I was wearing.
“Okay,” she said, “We’re both ready.”
I dropped my sweat pants to the floor and was quick to grab a pair of ripped black jeans. I practically jumped into them.
I removed my pink fitness shirt to replace it with a long-sleeved dark gray shirt, with red and black plaid sleeves.
Next, I put on my usual red Converse shoes.
“I am officially ready,” I said before swinging my backpack over my shoulder.
I looked over at Benny to see her pull on a pair of dark blue, almost black, ripped jeans. Those things looked tight as hell.
The shirt she pulled over her head was a size or two too big, making her pants look considerably tighter.
She slipped on her blue shoes, and she stood up straight to pull her backpack on her back.
I didn’t realize that her shirt said something until she turned around to grab a necklace off her desk.
It was just a pointed stud that adorned the chain.
My eyes went over the large, then smaller letters across her shirt before I laughed.
It read, ‘Sorry this girl is taken by a sexy bearded man.’
“What?” she asked.
I couldn’t even talk. I could only point at her shirt.
“It’s funny,” she shrugged.
“Gus doesn’t even have a beard,” I stated.
“He did when I bought the shirt,” she stated back.
This girl, I couldn’t think of anything to say after that, except thank god she is here.
Her phone went off again, and this time I knew it was Gus.
“We’ll be right out,” she said.
She didn’t need to tell me that they were here. I put that much together.
It was funny to watch her grab the large bag.
“Do you want me to help?” I asked.
She looked at me before nodding.
I took one of the straps while she took the other, and together we walked the damn thing through the front gate.
There was a white four-door car parked right at the curb.
It was a nice car, but the color made me wonder if they actually had a say in which color they got.
Gus stood at the back of the car with the trunk open.
“You weren’t kidding,” Benny said.
Gus saw us holding the bag and moved forward to grab it.
I noticed what he was wearing. Dark blue jeans and a black shirt with words on it. I couldn’t make out the words yet because he turned away. The camouflage shoes seemed like the typical for him.
“Muscles,” Benny said with a grin.
Gus dropped our bag in the trunk and shut it. He turned to look at us as the driver door opened and closed.
Gus’s shirt said, ‘I’m not weird I’m limited edition.’
Michael walked around to the trunk, and right away, Benny let out a noise of disapproval.
“You had one job,” Benny said to Michael.
I was confused.
“It was about time I got a car anyway,” Michael said before shrugging.
There Michael was in his usual black, this time it was shorts and another funny shirt.
It read, ‘Sorry I’m late I didn’t want to come.’
It took my brain a minute to register what they were talking about.
Wait, he bought a car?
“So, this isn’t a rental?” I asked, looking at him seriously.
“No,” Gus answered for him.
“Really?” I asked.
“What the hell is the problem?” Michael asked, “This way, we don’t have to take the fucking bus.”
I looked at Benny, and she looked at me. I think we all had the same question.
“It’s white,” I stated.
Michael sighed, “Am I not allowed to drive a white car?”
“But it’s white,” Benny said, “You don’t own anything white.”
Even though we all knew that wasn’t true. He owned several white things.
“Now I do,” he said with a half-smile.
I couldn’t deny it, it was a sexy car, but it seemed like it would look better in a darker color.
“What kind of car is it?” I asked him.
Gus groaned, “You’re breakin’ my heart, Ren.”
“What?” I asked.
“Boys and their toys,” Benny stated.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” Michael stated.
“Keep it in your pants,” Benny held up her hand, “My toy is none of your business.”
I looked at her, “What kind of toy?”
She grinned at me, “One we’ll have to get you, you little virgin you.”
I regretted asking.
“Maybe we could take a field trip to a sex shop on the way,” Michael said.
“Or,” I said, “We could just shut up about it.”
“That doesn’t sound like fun at all,” Gus said.
“It doesn’t,” Benny shook her head.
“Have you ever almost done it?” Gus asked, “Ever came close?”
I was surprised Benny didn’t nudge him or at least poke him for asking me that.
She looked too curious about it to bother hurting him.
“We should head out,” Michael said.
“You never told me what kind of car this was,” I said.
“It’s a Dodge Charger,” he said with a grin, “It’s a manly car.”
“I can see that,” I said.
“If it wasn’t obvious already,” Gus said, “But I got shotgun.”
“Go for it, Guns,” Benny said.
He frowned a little at her words, but it took me a minute to remember why.
She placed a quick kiss on his lips before pulling open the door behind his seat.
I made my way around the car, and Michael opened my door for me.
“Thank you,” I said before I removed the bag from my back.
I got in, and he moved away from the door to take his spot up front behind the wheel.
Once I was inside, I shut my door.
I felt Benny staring at me as the car engine roared to life.
This car was much nicer than the one Collin drove, and it still had that new car smell.
“So, Ren,” Benny said casually, “Back to our previous topic.”
“Or not,” I said.
“I want to know,” she said, “You told us before, that boys didn’t like you, so was it a girl?”
I glared at her, “No, it was a boy.”
I really didn’t want to talk about it. I used to think I was in love with him, but he ended up being far worse than any of them.
“What happened?” she asked.
I couldn’t tell her why.
“He was just a jerk,” I said. “He was nice at first, but he was a total fake.”
I didn’t look at her, but I knew she was looking at me. All of them were.
“He wanted to see what he could do to me,” I said, “But thank god I didn’t let him.”
“I’m sorry,” Benny said, “I didn’t mean to pry, I just don’t know a lot about your life back home.”
I finally looked at her, and I smiled wide at her.
“It’s a lot better here,” I said, “And I know I haven’t told you guys, but thank you.”
“We could say the same to you,” Gus was the one who spoke, “You belong with us, I’m just sorry you went through that.”
“That’s life,” Michael stated, “But you’re where you’re supposed to be now.”
I wasn’t sure why that warmed my heart as much as it did. I felt like I needed that.
There it was again. This is what real love felt like.
I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t feel it again.
“Where to first?” Michael asked, “I was serious about that sex shop, though.”
“It’s up to Ren,” Benny said, “But she seems like the shy type.”
“You’re not wrong,” I said, trying not to glare at her, “And no sex shop.”
“Maybe next time?” Gus asked, “I need to get some things myself.”
“Gross,” Michael said.
“Not what I meant,” Gus was quick to say.
“Really?” Benny asked, “I wouldn’t mind finding something.”
“If you guys are going to hotbox my car with your hormones, I’ll have to pull over and kick you out,” Michael stated.
“Maybe on the way back,” I said.
“There we go,” Gus said, “No changing your mind now.”
I shrugged, “I just want to see what they have.”
“You can say that until you believe it,” Michael said, “But once you see with your own eyes, you’ll want one of your own.”
“Then I’ll get something,” I said, “But only if I want one.”
Benny laughed next to me, “You’ll want one, trust me.”
“Is that what happened to you?” I asked her.
“Something like that,” Gus said.
“Gross,” Michael said.
They both laughed, and Benny just smiled and shook her head.
Michael was right, I was exactly where I was meant to be.
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The car stopped, and I heard groans from every direction.
All of us opened our doors to stretch our legs.
“Why do people drive like assholes?” Michael asked.
“I don’t know,” I shrugged.
“I could ask you that,” Benny asked, “Why do you drive like an asshole?”
Michael laughed, “It just happens when I deal with idiots.”
Good excuse.
“Hurry up,” Gus said, “I’m hungry.”
Benny laughed, but she didn’t say anything back to Michael.
I followed them into the small restaurant.
From the outside, it looked like a regular shop. All it had outside with a simple sign above the door.
Lauren’s. That was the sign outside.
Gus picked the place, he said they had the best burgers he’d ever eaten.
We are here to judge his favorite food.
“Go grab us a seat,” Gus said to Benny, “I’ll order for you.”
She nodded and pulled me along with her.
We sat at a booth, she indicated for me to sit across from her, and I did.
It was very colorful inside.
The booth colors were dark blue on this side of the small room and purple on the other.
There were only two other people in here.
“Have you been here before?” I asked Benny.
She nodded, “But I never tried the burger Gus was talking about.”
If it was really as good as Gus said, then I’m sure it will be worth whatever pain I’m about to suffer through.
“What kind of peppers did he say it had on it?” I asked.
“Ghost peppers, I think,” she nodded.
I don’t know what the hell a ghost pepper is, but it sounded terrible.
“I told him not to put that shit on my food,” Benny stated, “Or yours, it’s supposed to be the hottest pepper in the world right now.”
That was a relief, but what did that mean for Michael and Gus?
“At least they’ll suffer for being idiots,” she said, “You and me are sharing a room tonight.”
I couldn’t argue with that.
It took a little while before the guys came over with the food.
“You two are such girls,” Michael said as he slid into the booth next to me.
“We are girls,” Benny stated.
Gus slid in next to Benny and held up a pepper that looked reddish-orange.
“You sure you don’t want to know what if feels like to be a man?” he asked.
“I’m positive,” she said, pushing his hand away from her face.
“These are the girly burgers,” Michael pointed at the two massive burgers closest to us.
“Ghost peppers or not,” Benny said, “We can judge the burger.”
Gus shrugged.
I had a bad feeling the second both of them looked at each other before taking a bite.
“Morons,” Benny said as she pulled up the bun of her burger.
She was probably making sure hers didn’t have any peppers on it.
I should probably do that, but I trusted them not to do that to me.
When I picked up the bun, I didn’t see anything that resembled a pepper.
It wasn’t a typical burger, it had barbecue chicken and what looks like coleslaw.
Once I deemed it safe, I picked it up and took a bite.
When I did, all eyes were on me.
“What?” I asked with a full mouth.
I chewed while they watched.
“Yay or nay?” Benny asked.
I had to focus on the taste more than their staring.
“It’s delicious,” I nodded.
“Yes,” Gus practically yelled.
He was quick to take another bite of his burger, and this time you could tell that he got a pepper in that bite.
“Oh fuck,” he started to pant.
“You’d think something that hot would ruin the taste of a burger this good,” Benny took a bite, and for a second, Gus looked like he forgot about how bad his mouth was burning.
Benny smiled with the bite still in her mouth.
Michael took another bite, and I could see it in his face.
“Gus, you fucking lied.”
Michael reached for the cup in front of him, and he took a big drink before his eyes went wide.
“Fuck,” he gasped before he got up and headed to the counter.
Benny just shook her head.
“Lightweight,” Gus said as he took another bite.
“What was in his cup?” I asked.
Milk would have been the ideal drink. I knew that much about hot food.
“Sprite,” Gus shrugged.
I couldn’t help but laugh. That was easily one of the most carbonated drinks, and he just drank it.
That had to burn.
Benny laughed right after me.
Gus must have a steel stomach because that couldn’t be good to eat the whole thing.
Michael came back with a cup of milk, and we all laughed.
“I don’t care if it makes me a bitch,” he said as he sat down.
The first thing he did was lift the bun and remove all the visible peppers.
“Bitch,” Gus said before taking another bite.
“Don’t care,” Michael said before taking another bite of his own.
This was fun, even if Gus had tears in his eyes.
“Best burger ever,” Gus said as the tears streamed down his cheeks.
Benny didn’t even look at him. She shook her head.
Michael knew he couldn’t eat the peppers, so he glared at the ones on his tray while he ate the burger without them.
Hayes – Where I Belong
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Practical Magic- Part 1
For @erzadragonborn my fellow Havocai dumpster mate and fan of this movie.
This will be a multi-part fic,complete with the smut this ship deserves, but figured I could serve up an appetizer for thanksgiving.
AN: Too many Havocai fics end up with a love triangle and that takes something away from the relationship. So Roy is here, but he gets the role of the slutty sister because he is a huge part of Riza's life but Havoc doesn't need to be a backup option when it doesn't work out with him. Jean Havoc is a blessing.
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Chapter 1- Something Wicked
This past week, Riza knew something wasn't right. Roy was unusually reclusive for this time of the year and Ed and Al were barely interested in their new school supplies or researching the teachers they had this year. There was something Roy was hiding from her and she foolishly thought he was just brooding over Maes again. He and the boys simply tucked themselves away in the study and rarely came out. It wasn't until the new year orientation at school when she saw the three of them turn white as ghosts and look at each other like a lie had finally caught up with them. Ed and Al getting in trouble was one thing, Roy being involved made her want to turn the other way and tell him to clean up his own mess.
Unfortunately Riza couldn't do that. They were part of her family now, and she couldn't turn her back on them or their mistakes. She had to wait to find out what that was since she had to do a meet and greet with the teacher, something Roy was neglecting to do as the representative parent. He was holding a conference in the wooden castle on the playground with his kids, so she put on her best smile and tried to pretend everything was normal.
In this town, that was impossible. Especially for this family.
“So you're Ed's Mom?” Ms. Thomas asked.
“No, I'm their Aunt.” Riza said and the young teacher looked around for anyone else resembling an adult that could claim Ed as their own. She opted to get the awkward first meeting over and done with early. “They were adopted by my close friend Roy Mustang and his husband Maes Hughes. Maes died in a freak accident during the Tour 'd Amestris and left Roy a single parent. He moved back home with the boys to raise them with a family that consists of his Mom, my grandfather, myself and my dog.”
“Oh.” Ms. Thomas said and thought that over. Roy Mustang was the name that was passed around the teachers lounge a lot, did they know or care that he was gay? “So their father, what does he do for a living?”
Riza was tempted to tell her he was an alchemist, or as the townspeople so dully called him, a witch. “He's a chemist.”
“I'm told that Ed and Al are so excited by science! That must be why!”
Riza nodded. They were excited by science but not because Roy had anything to do with it. Unfortunately science was probably why those three were in the playground fort. “More than you can possibly imagine.”
“That's wonderful that he plays with them!” Ms. Thomas said and looked over as Alphonse climbed to the top of the playground for to look around the school grounds. Then he ran over to the slide, slid down and reported back to his Dad and brother of his findings.
Play. Riza thought and glared at Roy as he looked out the door of the fort and over at the group of parents meeting with the principle and his assistant. The only thing those three did was try to play God. “He's got an immature streak to him that works well with a couple of prepubescent boys. If you'll excuse me, I better go tell him it's time to be an adult.”
“Oh please don't interrupt, they're having fun. Would you like some tea and cookies?” Ms. Thomas asked.
Riza chewed her lip, she'd just deal with them at home. Part of every school year starting well hinged on her being the diplomatic one who prepared the teacher for the chaos the boys would bring to class. Roy would only get defensive or get phone numbers of bored housewives hope they could experience his “magic” in bed. “Sure, let's leave them to play.”
It only took three days for her to regret saying that.
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Three Days Later
Riza could feel the stares of the townspeople as she walked to work. It was Monday, so it meant that the majority of these people had spent their Sunday in church listening to Father Cornello preach about the sinister things going on in the town. That was always direct road of blame to their doorstep, where anything bad that happened during the week was left in a stinking pile of bullshit on their porch. She was the only one who left the house anymore, besides the boys, so it was left to her to deal with it. Every damned Monday.
So when she reached her bookstore on the corner of Central and East Ave, she wasn't surprised to see a newspaper article taped to her front door and the words “Witch one was it?” written in red sharpie on the clipping. She pulled it down and rolled her eyes without reading the headline, then opened the door, turned on the lights and flipped the sign to “Open” to begin business for the day. Annoying as it was, at least they weren't doing any damage.
She used her key to open the antique register and then put the clipping on the counter to read what they had done this time. She wasn't expecting to actually read something viable. “Resenbool farmhouse burns to the ground”.
What the hell did those boys do?!?
The bell over the door rang as a customer came in and she looked up to see a stranger to this town, a handsome blond with blue eyes that she couldn't break eye contact with. He gave her a smile that almost melted her where she stood. No, this man was not from around here at all. “Can I help you?”
“Yeah, I am looking for Riza Hawkeye? The proprietor?”
“That would be me.” She said and as he walked to the counter he pushed back his jacket to show off his broad chest and what appeared to be a shoulder holster, then the mood was ruined when he flashed a badge at her. “I'm Deputy Jean Havoc with the County Sheriff's Department. I have a few questions for you regarding the Elric residence....”
It was at that point that he looked down at the article on the counter and she watched those blue eyes flicker up to her with a more scrutinizing purpose. “The boys are my nephews.”
Jean pulled out a notepad and read through the information he had gathered so far. “I can't get a hold of their father.”
“Nobody can.” Riza countered. “Hohenheim left them a few years ago.”
“Their adopted father.” Jean said. “Roy Mustang? He's not answering the phone at his place of residence and I can't seem to get a work phone number from anyone.”
“He works from home.”
Jean nodded. “You wouldn't happen to know anything about the house burning down Saturday, would you?”
“I didn't know Sheriff' deputies investigated arson.”
“We don't.” Jean replied. “We investigate murder.”
Riza finally glanced down at the article and quickly read it. There was no mention of a murder.
“So, can you tell me where Mr. Mustang was Saturday?”
“No.” Riza said and narrowed her eyes at him. He and the boys usually went out on drives on weekends, doing research in libraries around the country. “Can you tell me why you suspect Roy of burning down his sons childhood home? Or why you think he killed someone?”
“Ms. Hawkeye, I can't.” Jean said and looked at his notepad. “However if he can give me an alibi and a few answers we can clear this up pretty fast.”
Riza looked at the article again and picked it up. She thrust it out to the cop. “Take this as evidence then, clearly whoever is harassing me had something to do with whoever called you to try and pin some crime on my family. This town has been blaming my family for everything from bad weather to deaths in the family for years, clearly they have crossed a line.”
Jean sighed. “Look, this isn't some false accusation. We have witnesses. We have motive. We have evidence.”
“What motive?” Riza asked. “Why would Roy kill someone and burn down some old farmhouse in a town fifty miles from here?”
“The body in the house was a dental record match to Tricia Elric.” Jean said and watched the woman's face pale. “So considering her death years ago was reported by neighbors and her buried in a family plot without any official county records and Mr. Mustang and Mr. Hughes appeared out of nowhere to specifically adopt those two boys, we have what we consider suspicious circumstances.”
What the hell did those boys do? She's protect him with her life but at this point anything she said to this cop would probably do more harm than good. She pulled out her phone and opened it up, preparing to call Roy and let him know to let this deputy in and answer his questions. Then she thought better of it, he could be a defensive asshole when someone started making accusations about the boys. This needed to be addressed fast before the town got wind of it. “I'll just take you up to the house.”
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“Well well, it's about time you bring a man home.”
“Not now, grandfather.” Riza hissed as she walked in the door with Deputy Havoc behind her. Hayate came over and greeted her. “He's here to talk to Roy.”
Henry Grumman sighed and waved at the man standing in the foyer as he walked back to the conservatory to tend to his plants. “Figures.”
Havoc wanted to ask what that meant but then he realized Ms. Hawkeye had already started walking down a hallway and he was definitely being left behind. This house was absolutely huge and gorgeous. It was old and the halls were a little small, but he was too busy appreciating the woodwork and charm to care. “Beautiful old house.”
“It's been in my family for years. “ Riza replied and reached Roy's study and knocked on the door. “Roy, you have a visitor.”
Jean was expecting to hear the sounds of someone cleaning up or maybe a window opening and the sound of crash into the bushes, but instead he was surprised to hear a 'come in' and the door open in front of him. He walked in and saw a man sitting at a desk surrounded by paperwork.
“This is Deputy Jean Havoc, he's here about the Elrics house burning down.” Riza said and could see from how quickly Roy's eyes shot up from his book that he wasn't expecting this. However, it was a tell only she could see and Deputy Havoc probably didn't catch it. Roy could always be counted on to hide his emotions when the situation called for it, it's why she didn't mind surprising him with the visit.
“Since when does the Sheriff's department investigate fires?”
Havoc pulled out his notepad and smiled. “When there is a woman, who was already supposed to be dead, burned inside that house. I don't suppose you know anything about the reappearance of Tricia Elric, the house fire or have an alibi for Saturday?”
Riza watched Roy as he leaned back in his chair, taking it all in without a sign of distress. However she wasn't fooled, she knew he didn't have a fast or defensive response because he did know something about this. Dammit Roy!
“Tricia Elric has been dead for years.” Roy said and stared down the deputy who wasn't flinching. “And so help me God if you approach Edward or Alphonse about this I will...”
“Roy.” Riza snapped before he could threaten the officer of the law. “Just answer his questions.”
“I was with my family on Saturday and we were working on cleaning up a project the boys had just completed.” Roy said and leaned forward to lean on his desk. “So what the hell is going on?”
“Tricia's body was exhumed and placed in that house before it was burned. However the coroner is baffled by the condition the body was in. It was mangled beyond recognition and flesh that should have been decomposed was burnt off it. The only way we could tell it was human was because of the teeth. Dental records confirm it to be Tricia Elric, who has a death certificate signed by a local doctor who has been missing for years. A Dr. Marcoh? It's odd that everyone surrounding these kids has gone missing. Well, except for you.”
Roy pulled out a folder from underneath his pile of paperwork and slid it across to the cop. “Odd the timing of this all since I have been investigating the murder of my husband, Maes Hughes. Sounds like someone doesn't want me asking questions about why a man with catlike reflexes was run over by the Amestris Iron Man competition while texting me photos of our kids.”
Havoc narrowed his eyes at him. Quick change of topic, it was tempting to take the bait but he knew it was a distraction. This whole ordeal was weird from the beginning and now this? Now Mustang, who seemed to have the best motive for murder, was now using his own investigation as a reason he could be the target here? “So, what are you telling me? That you think you're being framed?”
“I'm telling you I was with my kids.” Roy said. “I'm also wondering why I'm being targeted and why the murder of Maes Hughes goes unsolved while you're on some witch-hunt trying to solve the murder of a woman who died years ago from the plague.“
Havoc took a deep breath and picked up the file. When he called in to the local police department for information on Mustang and the Elrics he got an earful. It lasted the entire drive this morning. Talk about witchcraft, alchemy and years of these people living in this town doing all kinds of mysterious things. Mustang's Aunt dabbled in people's love lives and used that to blackmail them, Hawkeye's grandfather Grumman sheltered them all. Mustang made people drool and spouses furious. Then he left and got married, adopted some kids, things were quiet. Until now. “So this whole witch business....”
“I'm an alchemist.” Roy said flatly. “As was Riza's father. My step-mother prefers to call it witchcraft because she enjoys playing on people's emotions and it's better for her business. People with problems with their sex lives come to her, she give them advice or herbal Viagra and away they go. ”
“And what about you Ms. Hawkeye?” Havoc asked curiously.
“Alchemy or magic, whatever you want to call it, comes at a price.” Riza said without hesitation. “That price is happiness. I have watched it destroy my father, I watched Roy loose the love of his life. I watch Madam Christmas mix potions for these people who shun her. I have chosen to preserve the knowledge but not practice it. My bookstore specializes in online sales and marketing of alchemy relics and books, my storefront is a normal shop. I do not antagonize the people of this town.”
Havoc wasn't expecting this. This was supposed to be a cut and dry investigation. He handed the folder back to Mustang who, he noted, still wore his wedding ring. “Tell me then, how a dead woman gets out of her grave and walks back into her house, gets her body reconstructed into something unrecognizable, and then burns the whole place down.”
“Necromancy.” Roy said simply and shrugged. He saw Riza's eyes grow wide as he stood up. “I wouldn't hurt my kids by reopening old wounds. Their mother, that house....I'm sure they already know about it. Kids at school are cruel. If you are done asking questions, I would like to go pick them up so they don't have to go through that for very long.”
“As long as you don't plan on leaving town.” Havoc said and Mustang shook his head.
“Nope.” Roy said. “I have a PTA meeting to go to tonight.”
Havoc took out his card and placed it on the desk and then handed another to Ms. Hawkeye. “In case you have any other information to give me, I'll be staying at the B&B in town while I investigate this case.”
“No you won't,” Roy said smugly. “Mrs. Bradley will kill you if she catches you smoking in or around her inn.”
Riza rolled her eyes as Roy walked past them and out the door. Of course he had to say something about the cop, just to show him he wasn't an idiot. The scent of smoke was coming off Havoc quite strongly, he probably smoked all the way from his office to town this morning. “Excuse us, we do need to get the boys out of school. I will text you the address of the Inn in town. The manager will allow smoking if you pay double.”
Havoc was ready to tell her he would find it, he was competent enough to use Google, but he wanted her number so he just gave her a smile and said “Thanks.”
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Riza got in the car as Havoc was driving away and turned to Roy immediately and said “What..the hell did you do!?”
Roy closed his eyes. “Last weekend the boys told me they had to get something out of their old house. I took them to Resenbool. I never thought they'd try it, I thought they knew better.”
“Better than?” Riza demanded.
“To bring back their Mom.” Roy said softly. “They got a hold of a necromancy book, that fucking Tringham kid sold it to them, and they were determined to try it. I thought they needed to come to terms with something, maybe get something they didn't think they wanted to keep out of the house? I thought they knew better.”
“Roy...” Riza didn't know what to say. Roy and Maes had legally adopted the Elric boys, but Roy only agreed to do it because he knew the kids were incredibly talented and powerful alchemists. They needed direction, they needed protection. They couldn't end up in foster care, they wouldn't be understood. Maes, he wanted a family. The boys only went along with it because Roy laid out for them the terrible things that could happen to alchemists who were not careful or discreet in today's society. If they wanted to practice their craft, they had to have access to books and a teacher. They would never see any of that in a foster home, they might even be split up, or worse in an institution or government study. Maes was not thrilled with Roy's scare tactics, but that was what it took to convince Edward to agree to the situation. In the eyes of the legal system, the Elrics were adopted sons; in the eyes of the Elrics, they were merely taking advantage of someone feeding them and providing them with the education they wanted. They played the part in public, but at home Roy and Ed spent more time insulting each other like siblings and Al spent his time taking care of Madam Christmas's cats and helping her with her online sales. “We knew they were capable. We knew it from their correspondence with me at the bookstore when they were reaching out for books. We both thought they were older and god I thought they knew better.”
“They dug up their mother.” Roy said and rubbed his temple. “Performed a ritual, then they saw for themselves why you can't bring someone back from the dead. However....”
“However?” Riza asked.
“That was last weekend. We buried the mess they created and left.” He sighed. “Then she showed up at school as the principal's assistant.”
“What?”
“Miss Douglas, the secretary in the school office? She looks a lot like Tricia Elric.” Roy said. “And when she looked at the boys, there was this grin on her face that just froze them in place. They brought her back from the dead, as something else. Something that looks like their Mom but has no soul. You can see the emptiness behind those eyes. Bradley just hired her this week.”
“That's impossible.”
“No, they genuinely figured it all out. All the missing pieces in the books. They brought someone back to life, but the element that made her their Mom was missing. Now it's some human created thing watching them. Getting close to them. That's why we staying in that fort during orientation, because we had to figure out what would kill it. We drove to the house, and the grave was already empty. All we could think of to do was burn the transmutation circle to try to break the seal itself, hoping it was what teetered that thing to this world. We were hoping that was what animated it. Between the three of us we pulled her back to her origin and they held her in place while I set that bitch on fire.”
“You didn't think to bury it again!?”
“We did.” Roy growled.
“Then how was she in the house when the police got there?”
“I don't know.”
“Roy!”
“Riza, I have no idea what those two did!” Roy exclaimed, showing his frustration with it all. “That's why we need to get them the hell out of school because I think that bitch is coming back for them.”
They drove to school and Roy mumbled to himself and looked through documents on his phone. After digesting the situation, one lingering question remained. “Are you sure it was that Tringham kid who gave them the book?”
Roy shot her a glare. “What are you implying, Riza?”
“You know damned well what I'm asking, Roy.” She said and looked over at him as they stopped at a light. “Ed and Al aren't the only ones who have a reason to be studying necromancy books. The Tringhams use plant alchemy, they grow pot for god's sakes!”
“I wasn't trying to bring Maes back.”
“Then why didn't you tell me you thought he was murdered?” She asked, her voice betraying her hurt. Roy was like a brother to her, they had grown up together and he was her family. “You have been looking into his death this entire time? Why wouldn't you tell me?”
“Because you think I'm capable of forgetting everything I know and trying to bring him back from the dead.” Roy said. “I needed you to leave me alone to grieve instead of watch me like a hawk.”
“You mean leave you alone to investigate your husband's murder.” Riza corrected him.
“Yes. So I could be focusing on my own problem instead of watching Ed and Al like he would have wanted.” Roy said and looked away. “The light is green.”
She looked back to the road and pressed the accelerator. Of course he was blaming himself for this. All of it. “The body. You buried it after you burned it.”
“Yes.”
“And it crawled out of the grave to frame you for a murder?”
“I have no idea what we're dealing with Riza, I don't.”
“Roy, I'm not criticizing you, I'm asking a question.” She said. “Shouldn't she be locked up in the coroner's office then? Havoc talked about the autopsy.”
“I can only hope a freezer can keep that thing contained.” Roy put his head in his hand and closed his eyes. “Shit. I can't even ask for help on this one without making it known what the boys did. Every alchemist on the net will immediately know what they tried to do, we have to get what we can from the books. We can't ask for help.”
“Let's get the boys.” She said and finally reached the school parking lot and Roy jumped out before she could park. He ran for the office and she knew she had to follow him, if Ms. Douglas was in there there was no telling what he would do. She parked and ran after him, he was holding the door to the office when she got there and she saw why. Standing at the counter with a smile on her face was a woman who bore a striking resemblance to Tricia Elric.
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“What do you mean the body is missing?” Havoc had to pull over when he got the call. This was not an ordinary conversation with the coroner.
“It's fucking missing! Not here!” Dr. Knox screamed over the phone and slide the tray back into the freezer and slammed the door shut. “You want a picture?”
Havoc sat back in his seat and looked around at the people looking him over. It was a small town, he wasn't driving a truck they recognized and he was probably parked illegally. “Did you get the crime scene guys down there to check for prints or evidence?”
“No, Havoc, I called you because your evidence just got up and walked out.” Knox growled. “I've never lost a body, never. You find that damned thing and bring it back!”
“What?” Havoc asked and heard a click as Knox hung up on him. He looked at his phone to verify that the call ended. How the hell did a body vanish? Especially a juicy, roasted mangled one like that? He looked up and realized he was across the street from the bookstore Hawkeye owned and couldn't help but feel a tingle in his gut that he was on to something here. Something weird. His phone buzzed and he looked down at it, it was a text from Breda. Of course his partner would be following up with him, he could count on him to work the missing person case from back in the office while he worked the field on this. He opened the text and immediately threw his phone on the seat next to him. It was a fucking meme!
'One does not simply lose a roasted corpse'
His phone went off again and he grabbed it and realized it was from an unknown number. He blinked. It was an address...for the Youswell Inn. Then another came through with a message, 'talk to Mr. Halling not Mr. Yoki in regards to the non-smoking room.' He took a moment to add Riza Hawkeye into his contacts before replying 'thank you'.
When he got a chance to sit down and get more details from Breda about his new missing person case, he was going to have to see if Hawkeye had an alibi for the time frame when the body disappeared. There was no way one man could get that mess out of the morgue without help.
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Bittersweet
» Part two
She likes the sad eyes, bad guys
Mouth full of white lies
Kissing in the corridor
But quick to tell her goodbye
Author: amsimaria
Word count: 7,3K
Feature: Jimin x Reader (mentions of other BTS members)
Genre: Angst/Slight smut (Rated M)
Warnings: Slight violence, Mentions of sexual acts, Punk Jimin, Depression, Swearing, Addiction, Soft drugs use, Smut, (Jimin’s a kind of a Jerk in this part).
‘’Are you eating well? I will send your uncle to check on you if you keep ignoring my calls (Y/N), I’m serious.
‘’No mom, i’m fine.’’ You whine to your mother who’s on the other end of the phone line, while you’re kicking the refrigerator door shut with the backside of your heel.
‘’Alright, well let me know if you need anything ok? If you don’t feel good you can always call your uncle, he will immediately pick you up if something is wrong.’’
“Yes mom i will, don’t worry.’’ You promise, before saying a quick ‘’love you’’ and hanging up.
It had been 9 days since the night of the party and you couldn’t get yourself to stop thinking about the rush you felt kissing Jimin that night. You were so busy hating yourself these last couple of years, that you had almost forgotten how it felt to be loved, to be under someones touch, even if it was only for a brief moment in time. Deep down you knew Jimin’s interest in you was purely sexual, but even that was enough to make you feel like a proper teenage girl again. Although you felt alive for the first time in forever, you knew you had to stay away from Jimin. He practically had the word ‘’criminal’’ written on his forehead and you didn’t want to be involved with someone like that, or worse, to fall for his charms like one of his slutty booty calls and get thrown away like garbage.
When you look at your phone after hanging up on your mom, you notice you’d received two messages from your friend.
[Naomi 20:11] Hey boo, Taehyung texted me, asking if i wanted to come to some fight match as his ‘’date’’ lol. I kinda want to go but not alone, you wanna come with?]
[Naomi 20:15] U there?]
[You 20:18] Hey, yeah. Uhh.. I don’t know that sounds kinda weird naom]
[You 20:18] Was on the phone with my mom]
[You 20:20] What kind of fight match? Like an illegal one or something?]
[Naomi 20:22] Dunno, he didn’t really get into detail, just something about a fight match]
[You 20:22] hmm.. I don’t know man, It all sounds a little underground-ish to me]
[Naomi 20:23] Don’t you want to see that guy again.. The one you told me about you’d kissed?]
Your breath hitches in the back of your throat when the image of Jimin’s face comes ghosting from your memory.
Blinking a few times to lose the image and clear your head, you try to not let the memory distract you from your intuition and common sense.
[Naomi 20:25] Just come with me, it’ll be fun i promise :)))]
[Naomi 20:25] Fucking Josh posted a picture with some skank sitting in the passenger seat of his car on Facebook :s]
[Naomi 20:25] I’m so done with that asshole]
[20:28] You have 1 missed call from Naomi]
[You 20:31] Alright, when?]
[Naomi 20:32] Yayyy you won’t regret it :)))))]
[Naomi 20:32] Saturday 11 pm. We’ll pick you up from your home k?]
[You 20:33] K xx]
You didn’t feel good about this at all, and you knew it was a bad idea, but for some reason you really wanted to see Jimin again.
Two days later.
‘’Hurry up (Y/N), I told Taehyung we’d be down in 5 minutes.’’ Naomi huffs impatiently
‘’Yeah yeah, I’m coming Jesus’’ You reply, annoyed. ‘’Can’t I be the one that’s late for once?’’
After sliding on your grey coat, you flick the light switch and start locking your apartment door behind you.
Once down, your eyes widen at the sight of the shiny and expensive looking big black Mercedes Benz in front of you.
‘’Get in!’’ Naomi yells, motioning her head to the backseat.
You hesitate for a second before sliding into backside.
‘’Nice.. Car..’’ You say while darting your eyes around.
‘’Thanks’’ Taehyung said, his voice deep and even.
‘’I didn’t expect.. a car like this from someone living in the same apartment building as Naomi’’
‘’(Y/N)!’’ Naomi shouts angrily, frowning at you from over her shoulder.
Taehyung chuckled. ’’Gotta keep a low profile, right?’’ He turns his head over his shoulder, and winks at you, curling one corner of his mouth into a devious smile before turning the steering wheel with one swift motion. Returning him with a sheepish smile, you nervously play with you fingers.
Silence fills the car for a few moments before Taehyung starts speaking again. ‘’So eh, you’re (Y/N) right?’’ He remarks, looking at you through his rear-view mirror.
You nod.
‘’ One of my friends talked about you the other night’’
‘’Oh really, who?’’ You gulped, pretending like you had no clue who it could’ve been.
He stayed silent for a full 3 seconds before continuing.
‘’Yeah.. he uh, he said you two got pretty close at the party and that he wanted to get to know you a little better,’’
Being your skeptical self, you always found yourself filling things in for people before you even knew what they actually meant by what they said. You knew what he meant by ‘’He wants to get to know you a little better’’, Jimin wanted to fuck you, and you hated how boys like them always acted like they were genuinely interested when all they wanted was a quick fuck.
Your thoughts are then interrupted by Taehyung’s deep voice ‘’His name is Jungkook, but you probably don’t remember that.’’ He continued.
‘’But, you’ll see him at the match anyway.’’
The name Jungkook made you instantly winch. Why wasn’t it Jimin who asked for you? You didn’t want Jungkook’s attention, he was a douche and he almost took advantage of you while you were in your drunken state. The last tiny bit of motivation you actually had for going to that match, had all suddenly vanished and you sunk into your seat feeling disappointed.
‘’I gotta swing by a friend to pick him up before we go to the match, k?’’ Taehyung announces absently.
‘’Sure’’ Naomi nodded, her eyes sparkling with adoration.
Taehyung was intimidating, you felt like he could scare off a bear if he intended to. You didn’t like him. The last time you’d seen him, you were drunk, and you liked everyone while being in your drunk-state. You were fully aware that these guys were bad news, and you felt stupid for thinking someone like Jimin would be genuinely interested in you, and you mentally cursed yourself for letting your heartbroken friend talk you into something like this. Of course she didn’t notice his shady side, the guy was smooth and looked like a freaking model, it would only be a matter of time before he dumped her like a piece of shit like the last girl.
Pulling over, Taehyung commands you two to wait for him while he goes out to get his friend.
Your eyes follow his steps while he walks over to the house on the opposite side of the street you were parked on.
‘’I really like him (Y/N).’’ Naomi said, her voice sounding buttery.
Not wanting to be the usual party pooper, you simply just smile at her in response.
A few minutes later you hear a noise, almost high pitched like that of a woman, coming from the house. And when you dart your eyes towards the front door of the house you see Taehyung making his way out, doing a lazy sprint back to the car.
‘’He’ll be out in a sec’’ Taehyung said, sounding a little out of breath and when you follow his movement with your eyes, you notice him sneaking his hands towards Naomi’s thigh.
Rolling your eyes at the sight, you turn your gaze back to the house. Almost 15 seconds later you notice the front door flying open and see a boy wearing a snapback getting out of the house followed by an older woman. You roll your window open in the hope that you would hear some off what they were saying.
‘’Hoseok-ssi, where are you going!??’’ The woman desperately yelled after him.
“Out’’ He calmly replied, putting his jacket on while holding a cigaret in between his lips.
“You will regret ruining your life when you’re the same age as me, Jung Hoseok!’’ The woman, who seemed to be his mother yelled out of breath. ‘’I refuse to wait in fear every night! Seeing my son come home with a beat up face every night, praying my son would come home alive and not end up dead like his father!, Do you hear me!? I refuse to, Jung Hoseok!!’’ The woman yelled after him, her hands resting on her thighs from exhaustion.
Poor woman, you thought. How bad could these boys live their lives? Yeah, you saw Jimin holding a gun in his hand the other night, but a lot of people owned a gun in the big city, you didn’t think much of it as he used it just as a threat. Was it perhaps the lack of knowledge about the ‘’underworld’’ that made you too naive to see you were with bad people? What if Jimin was some kind of mercenary.. You almost wanted to punch yourself in the face for getting into the car without thinking twice about this.
‘’aye, how u doing bro?’’ The boy said, opening the back door of the car and greeting Taehyung by slapping him on his shoulder like nothing happened.
You felt his eyes linger on you but you didn’t return his gaze and kept staring at the back of Naomi’s chair.
‘’Ahh V, you brought me a gift, how nice of you’’ Hoseok grins, his eyes lingering on you.
You still didn’t look at him, instead you turn your head towards the window.
And as Taehyung takes off, you feel your stomach turn at the thought of being surrounded by guys like these for a full night.
‘’Don’t get too excited now, the fight hasn’t even started.’’ Taehyung says, making Hoseok laugh in response.
‘’I don’t bite you know, you can talk’’ Hoseok continued, his voice playful.
You turn your face towards him disgust, ‘’I’m not a thing, you know’’ You snort, while narrowing your eyes at him.
‘’I’m was only kidding babe’’ Hoseok winks, returning your hostility with a warm smile.
You awkwardly smile back and continue looking out of the window. Watching the sight of the urban neighborhood passing, you wonder how many more broken homes you passed as Taehyung drove through the abandoned streets.
You came from a perfect family, at least that’s what everyone around you thought. When the blinds came down, your father often had his hand raised at you over something as small as coming home 5 minutes late, or having a stain at your brand new white skirt. Your mother always told you it was because they loved you, and to a child those words meant truth, but growing up you came to know your upbringing was everything but healthy, you needed to make your own mistakes and you needed to get away from your parents.
Arriving at a massive parking lot with dim street lighting, Taehyung slows down and finds a spot near a big building that looked like some kind of indoor basketball arena.
Getting out, Taehyung motions you and Naomi to follow him and Hoseok towards the entrance.
When you enter the giant building, you instantly hear loud howling by what seemed to be a lot of people.
‘’Come on kiddo, u gotta keep up with the big boys now,’’ Hoseok smiles, leading you towards the entrance of a big room.
Entering, you see what could be a few hundred people, screaming and cheering towards a big ring in the middle surrounded by a cage. Following a pad between benches and tables, you see Taehyung stopping a few feet further at a table that had at least twelve people sitting at it, and those were the guys that actually sat in a chair, the rest were girls in skimpy outfits standing and giggling around them.
‘’Aye V, good to see you man!’’ a guy wearing a suit stands up and hugs Taehyung, then turns towards Hoseok, ‘’You ready, J?’’
‘’I was born ready, fam’’ Hoseok grins while side-hugging the guy.
‘’Alright, get changed. You’re up soon and I got a lot of money betting on you son.’’ The guy says, slapping Hoseok’s arm.
‘’Do all these guys have one syllable nicknames?’’ You joke to Naomi who’s staring at Taehyung with mass adoration.
‘’What?’’ She answers seconds later
‘’Never mind’’ You mutter annoyed
‘’And who are these two beautiful ladies?’’ the guy asks Taehyung with a smirk, his eyes on you and Naomi.
‘’I’m Naomi, and this is my friend (Y/N)’’ Naomi greets him excitedly, wearing a big smile on her face.
‘’You seem like good company’’ The guy winks ‘’My name is Namjoon, but the boys call me Monie Jones.’’ He chuckled, while taking Naomi’s hand in his.
When your eyes wander towards the faces of the guys sitting at the table, you notice Jungkook staring you down with his big brown eyes. You awkwardly smile at him, and he gets up and starts walking towards you.
‘’Come and sit in my chair’’ He says, while taking your hand and leading you towards his empty chair.
‘’But.. Where do you sit?’’ You stutter, looking around at the full table.
‘’They are getting some extra chairs right now, don’t worry’’ He reassures while holding his chair out for you.
Sitting down, you look around to see if Jimin was anywhere near you. You wondered if he’d already forgotten you after that night at the party. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t thinking about him almost everyday since the party. It was all too clear - the way his fingers felt like cotton against the soft skin of your neck. The feeling of the thick metal from his silver thumb ring gripping around your tender flesh. His full pink lips skillfully sucking on yours. The way he held all the power, even though you were the one kissing him first. Something about his rawness had you immensely drawn to him. You couldn’t figure out if you felt happy having these feelings or sad about the fact that it would never work, and these feelings would eventually turn into sadness.
‘’Are you from here?’’ Jungkook asks, waking you up from your daydream.
‘’No, uh.. I moved here 2 years ago’’ You reply, giving him a sheepish smile before turning your head back to crowd, and continue scanning faces.
‘’You want a hit?’’ Jungkook asks while holding something in front of you. Blinking a few times in confusion, your gaze lowers towards his hand and find a joint placed in between his thumb and index finger.
‘’W-what is that?’’ You almost stutter. Your question was obviously rhetorical, but you needed some time to come up with the right answer, as he offered it so casually.
‘’It’s a blunt, silly’’ Jungkook chuckles. The sound of his boyish honey laugh makes your stomach tighten, and your intimate moment with him suddenly makes it’s way back into your head.
‘’Oh, no thank you. I’ve never done it’’ You shake your head nervously
‘’First time for everything right?’’ Jungkook grins, still looking in your eyes as he lights the joint in his hand with a lighter.
‘’Yeah I know.. Maybe another time’’ You reply, forcing a kind smile
When the overpowering low sound of the referee’s voice shouting names and rules catches your attention, you turn your head back towards the ring.
Moving around in your seat to get a better view of what was going on in the cage, you see Hoseok, bouncing around bare chested in red shorts in front of his opponent. You’re a bit shocked by his hands, which were only covered in a thing white material, only covering some of his wrist and knuckles. Swallowing hard, you mentally prepared yourself for the bloodbath that was coming.
As his opponent threw the first punch, you couldn’t believe how fast Hoseok dodged his swing. He immediately jumped up on his opponent by punching him one after another. He was on fire, and for some reason you felt excitement for the first time watching something so brutal. A few minutes of dodges and punches passed, and Hoseok had his bloodied opponent flat out on the floor, making him tap out to stop the suffering. You felt your body flood with adrenaline and you hoped he would have another match after this one, as his state was pretty close to being absolutely fine. Not so long after the referee announced the next fight, and Hoseok seemed more ready than ever.
Looking around instinctively, your eyes stop at a familiar face sitting a few tables further. Your whole body heats up seeing Jimin sit so close to you. You could recognize that face from a million miles away, as your memory never lost the image of his unique features. His blonde hair was parted in the middle, which was probably created by the endless finger stroking you saw him do all the other times you’d seen him, and you wondered how he always managed to look so effortlessly good with the edgy lifestyle he had. He was sitting at a chair close to the cage, legs spread with his elbows resting on his knees and his hands together in a fist, resting his mouth against them. His face looked dangerously focused, and it seemed like no one would even dare to draw his attention away from the fight, as he would probably shoot them right there on the spot. You figured Hoseok must’ve been a good friend of him.
‘’Are you coming with us after the fight?’’ Jungkook suddenly asks, making you turn around in surprise.
‘’Uhh.. To where?’’ You ask, turning your head in a 45 degree angle, but still keeping your eyes and thoughts on Jimin.
‘’Were going to Namjoon’s house, he’s the guy that greeted you first when you came here.’’ He explains.
You didn’t really feel like going, but for some reason you really wanted to get close to Jimin again, and if going to some stranger’s house was the sacrifice you had to make, you were ready to do it.
Turning your attention back to Jungkook, you fully turn around to see if he had any wrong intentions lacing his words, ’’Uhm.. Who’s coming?’’ You ask, trying to make it sound as casually as you could.
‘’Just some guys you probably don’t know. Oh, and Taehyung, and probably your friend.’’
‘’I don’t know if I should come. I’m a little tired to be honest’’ You modestly smile.
‘’Oh come on It’ll be fun. I want to get to know you.’’ Jungkook smiles. Looking in his eyes, he seemed oddly sincere, and that after he’d almost taken advantage of you in your drunken state. But even if Jungkook came over as the most sincere person in the world, you still wouldn’t trust him one bit. You knew you were playing a dangerous game, but you just wanted Jimin’s attention. And a little flirting in front of Jimin wouldn’t hurt right?
‘’mm, maybe. I’ll think about it ok?’’ You answer playfully.
Looking to your right at the spot Jimin was sitting, a lump appears in the back of your throat when you see a girl sitting down Jimin’s lap. You heard Jungkook say something, but you couldn’t think clear, as your attention was fully on Jimin and the skank pawing at his shirt.
As you suddenly hear the whole crowd yell in victory, you see Jimin take one of her legs over his lap, straddling her against him and lifting her up while holding her with one hand against him as he proudly howled Hoseok’s name in his other. You swallowed arduously as you watched him bounce her up and down his crotch joyfully.
You felt sick.
How could you let yourself have these feelings for a guy like him? You wanted to be angry at him, but you knew you were the only one to blame, as you should’ve known he would fool around with girls without caring if he’d hurt them. Why did you let yourself get feelings for someone like him? Why couldn’t it be your nice neighbour, who always brought you your mail because it seemed like he wanted a reason to talk to you.
‘’Are you alright?’’ You hear Jungkook’s voice breaking you from your thoughts and you turn back nervously.
‘’Yeah.. Yes, why would you ask that?’’ You reply defensively, your words rushed.
‘’Because you’ve been staring in silence for the past 2 minutes’’
‘’Oh, well I’m fine and I would love to come’’ You smile, forcefully happy.
‘’Alright, cool’’ Jungkook smiles while holding his hand out for you. ‘’Fights over. Let’s go’’
‘’Ww-wha? Now?’’ You stutter, looking around to see if Jimin was still in your sight. He was gone, and so was Naomi. You suddenly start feeling nervous and uncomfortable. Taking your phone out of your pocket, you notice a new message from your friend.
[Naomi:] Tae and I went to the parking lot early, call me when the fight’s over and I’ll come and get you. Stay with Jungkook xx ]
Would Jimin be there as well? That question ghosted your mind and you couldn’t stop thinking about him fooling around with that girl somewhere.
‘’Let’s go before everyone storms out at the same time’’ Jungkook commands, pulling you behind him.
So many thoughts rushed through your head and you just felt like going home and popping 2 sleeping pills down your throat, before withdrawing to your bed. You hated not having control over the situations you were in. And especially not having control over the feelings you had. Taking anti depressants or sleeping pills, made you feel numb and even lifeless sometimes, but feeling emotionless was like going to your happy place. It made you feel safe.
As you follow Jungkook outside, you feel your heart rate speeding up. And in your case that mostly meant that an anxiety attack was coming up. You desperately try to calm your breathing by counting the seconds the air filled your lungs through your nose, but your vision was already becoming blurry from the nausea. Heat stroke after heat stroke came over you and you felt your fingers lightly tremble.
You wanted your sleeping pills. No, you needed your sleeping pills.
Looking around anxiously, you see a guy a bit further, holding a joint in his hand and brining it up to his mouth.
Maybe weed could help prevent your attack.
You start to frantically tuck on Jungkook’s sleeve and ask him if you could have that hit now, sounding rushed and nervous. Looking back at you with one eyebrow raised, he pauses a few moments before putting his hands in his pockets in attempt to get out his joint for you.
‘’It’s strong so don’t suck too hard’’ Jungkook says grinning, while holding his joint out for you. He obviously had a double meaning by what he said, but you didn’t feel like digging into what he was implying, as your real enemy was the upcoming anxiety attack.
Tasting the overpowering acidity of the marijuana, the smoke shoots it’s way out of your throat almost as fast as it made it’s way in. Coughing heavily, Jungkook starts chuckling at the sight of you struggling. ‘’’ You look like stoned little puppy’’ He laughs, looking at your teary eyes. ‘’Let’s go to Namjoon. I’ll keep you cozy and warm once we’re inside’’ He smiles. Taking the joint and taking your hand, he starts walking towards the parking lot. Feeling woozy, you start following him without questioning if you really wanted to go.
Looking around, you notice Jimin standing a few feet further, laughing and joking around with some guys - including Hoseok, and some giggly girls hanging around them. The girl he was with inside was also there. She sat on the hood of a car with her bare legs spread and a standing Jimin leaning with his back in between them, while holding a can of beer in his right hand. As she needly paws at his shirt, Jimin turns around, and starts smirking to her. You see him moving his lips, but you couldn’t make out what he was saying, as the noise made it impossible. Next, he throws his empty beer can on the ground, and steps his doc martens on the bumper of the car and climbs in-between her legs. He then looks back at the guys, who are laughing and cheering him on, and says something to them you couldn’t hear. As he looks back to her with a mischievous grin on his face, he starts grinding his hips in between her legs. His crotch grinding hers so smoothly, it genuinely looked like he was fucking her on the hood of the car. Feeling ten things at once, your knees loose their strength, and before they hit could the ground, Jungkook catches you and pulls you up.
‘’Wow, are you ok?’’ Jungkook asks surprised.
‘’I want to go home. I don’t feel well’’ You mutter, your voice low in volume, as you were mostly talking to yourself.
‘’Really? You don’t want to come with me?’’ Jungkook asks confused.
‘’Take me to Naomi, please’’ You plead, while ignoring his question.
Nodding, Jungkook lifts you up and carries you towards Taehyung’s car.
When you look back to see if Jimin was still grinding that girl, you see him standing next to Hoseok. And as you watch him a little too long, his eyes eventually lock with yours and you see the confusion and surprise wash over his face. Looking away instantly, you cursed yourself for still wanting to look at him after seeing that disgusting dry-hump scene.
Approaching Taehyung’s car, you see Naomi’s Facial expression change into fear and she immediately starts running towards you.
‘’What the fuck? What happened?’’ She asks concerned. Her voice laced with slight anger.
Her gaze darting from yours to Jungkook’s frantically. ‘’What the fuck did you do to her!?’’ She starts shouting, and shoving Jungkook’s arm. Putting you down slowly, Jungkook’s expression changes into anger and you feel a storm coming up. ‘’I didn’t do anything? Why the fuck are you assuming I did something?’’ Jungkook starts shouting back, his eyebrows scrunched together.
‘’I’mm.. fff-fine I just nn.. to go hom-’ You try to calm Naomi, and tell her Jungkook didn’t do anything, but you couldn’t even talk clearly, as your vision faded and your head started spinning.
‘’What did you do to her? Did you drug her?!!’’ Naomi’s face is beat red.
Looking at the car through hooded lids, you see Taehyung jumping out of the driver’s seat with a cigarette hanging from the side of his mouth. He swiftly pulls Naomi up and carries her away from a heavy breathing Jungkook without saying a word. ‘’She’s on medication you asshole!’’ She shouts, while struggling to get out of Taehyung’s grip. But Taehyung didn’t let go and nodded to someone behind you.
When you clumsily try to keep yourself steady to the side of the car, you suddenly feel two warm hands grabbing your armpits and keeping you steady on your feet. The scent of the oh-so familiar musky cologne could only mean one thing. And as you’re being swung around by the two strong arms, you see the face that came with the memory of the scent of that strong cologne. Jimin.
Every time his face appeared in front of your eyes, your feeling instantly told you would be safe. But what became all too clear after all those times seeing him, was that there was a price that came with feeling safe around something other than medication. The feelings that originated from it and the dependency you had developed by thinking about him day and night. The ecstatic feeling you got from thinking about him filled the emptiness and loneliness you struggled with day and night, of never having received actual physical love from someone. But it wouldn’t matter how many times Jimin saved you from the scary outside world, he could never safe you from you. Or from him. Jimin brought the danger. Jimin was the danger. The second Jimin stepped into your life, your problems had also made their way back into your life. Jimin wasn’t any different from your addiction to medication, he was a whole new addiction. An even more addictive and dangerous one.
‘’Are you alright? ’’ He asks, sounding concerned. The fuck did you do to her, Jungkook?’’ He shouts angrily. ‘’And why the fuck are you even here? huh?’’ He then turns towards you, eyebrows scrunched together furiously.
‘’Nothing, I gave a her hit and she collapsed man’’ Jungkook replies, holding his hands next to his head to display his innocence.
‘’Who’s driving you home?’’ Jimin asks serious.
Jungkook motions to Taehyung and Naomi, and Jimin turns his gaze back to yours.
‘’We were going to Namjoon, bro’’ Jungkook adds
‘’No way, you ain’t taking her there.’’ Jimin shoots towards Jungkook.
Breathing heavily, you try to push him away from you, but he doesn’t move.
Jimin wasn’t very tall, but boy was he strong.
‘’Let go of me!!!’’ You scream looking him into his eyes, your eyelids hanging from dizziness. ‘’I am going there! who the hell are you to tell me where to go?!’’ You shout to Jimin.
‘’Why?’’ He chuckled, catching you every time you almost sink to your feet.
‘’Because I want to! and don’t touch me!’’ You scoff, pushing him. This time, your push is a lot harder and he does a step back in surprise. His face dropping at your seriousness.. ‘’Besides, don’t you have some whore to fuck?’’ You sneer, the words escaped your mouth before you could stop them and you quickly turn your face away from embarrassment.
Jimin starts laughing and narrows his eyes at you, ’’You think my boy Jungkook wasn’t planning on doing that to you?’’ Jimin smirks presumptuous.
As he takes a step towards you, you instantly winch at his intimidating presence. ‘’Do you think you could handle that hm? He asks, while cocking his head to the end of his question. As you try to back up a step, you bump your back into the side of Taehyung’s car. ‘’Huh? Tell me, can you handle being fucked by the big boys?’’ Jimin asks, taking another step closer to you, and resting his hand beside your head on the roof of the car. You freeze. Looking at him with teary eyes you stay silent. And after a few seconds of silence, Jimin takes his hand off the car and takes a step back. ‘’You don’t belong here.’’ Jimin then concludes. ‘’You’re an asshole’’ Your voice cracked.
‘’Yeah, yeah I know. come on I’ll drive you home’’ Jimin says, taking your hand and leading you behind him after he says something to Taehyung through Naomi’s open window. Making Taehyung calmly nod in response and drive off.
Arriving at his car he opens the door for you and you carefully slip in the passenger seat. Avoiding his gaze, you keep your eyes down and away from his.
‘’Jimin!?’’ A girl’s yell makes you abruptly turn year head and search for a face. ’’Jimin, where are you going? Aren’t you celebrating with Hobi and the boys tonight?’’ You hear the same voice ask, this time you see a girl approaching Jimin, who was standing beside your closed door. It was the same girl Jimin dry humped against the hood of a car when you were walking out with Jungkook.
With shoulder length, grey-ish colored hair and big brown playful eyes, she practically bounced towards Jimin in her 6 inch platforms.
Jimin turns around, and lowers his head to your window. ‘’Be right back, k?’’ He smiles warmly.
Even though you were practically boiling inside, you shrug in response. Trying to make it come over like you didn’t care. ‘’Sure’’
As Jimin walks over to the girl, she immediately lifts her bare leg against his hip, and starts whining for him to come with her and the others, while tucking onto his hoody.
‘’I can’t I gotta take someone home first. I’ll call you, k?’’ Jimin, replies sounding uninterested.
You wondered why girls kept chasing him even after he treated them like trash.
‘’Jimin, I’m horny please come with me.’’ You hear the girl pant.
Looking at them in total disgust, you see Jimin pulling her closer onto his crotch, and whisper something into her ear, making her start giggling. Letting go of her, he starts walking towards the driver’s side of the car and get in.
‘’Where do you live?’’ He asks, looking at you.
‘’Central’’ You answer emotionless, not meeting his gaze.
After telling him your full address, a few minutes of silence fills the space between you two, as your head is turned towards your window.
‘’Do you uh.. Do you have some kind of eating disorder or something?’’ He then asks.
You don’t answer.
You didn’t feel like talking to him anymore. You hated yourself for falling for someone like Jimin. You’d always thought that even though your whole personality was based on trauma’s and problematic experiences, your lack of thrust for people would somehow protect you from people like Jimin.
‘’With you fainting and all that’’ He adds, still trying to get you to talk to him.
‘’No.’’ You simply answer, still keeping your head turned towards the window.
After another 10 minutes of bleak silence Jimin starts speaking again. ‘’I’m sorry about what I said to you back there. I shouldn’t have said that to you.’’ His husky voice sounded sincere, but you didn’t want to offer him any kind of kindness whatsoever, so you you kept quiet.
“I just didn’t want you to go with them, they will take advantage of you.’’ He explains, vulnerability lacing his voice.
‘’Oh, like you just did back there?’’ You shoot back, looking at him repulsively.
He stays quiet for a full 30 seconds while keeping his eyes on the road.
‘’I wouldn’t do that to you’’ He finally replies
‘’Well I must be pretty special then’’ You laugh sarcastically
Sighing in response Jimin keeps quiet again.
As you look to your front, you notice drops of rain landing on the windshield of the car and it doesn’t take long for it to start pouring down like a waterfall.
Arriving at your place, you take your stuff and open the door without looking back at him.
But when you want to get out, you feel Jimin’s hand grabbing you by your wrist and making you turn your head back to him.
‘’(Y/N), I am trying to stay away from you, because I’m no good for you’’ He confesses, looking at your dainty wrist while stroking it with his thumb. ‘’I rather have you hate me now, than after I’ve done something bad to you.’’
‘’Mission accomplished’’ You faintly smile before yanking your arm loose, and quickly looking away to hide your upcoming tears.
Walking away a tear makes it’s way down your cheek. You didn’t just cry because you liked Jimin, and knew you could never be with him. You cried because for the first time in your life, something could make you feel alive.
You were somewhat happy walking through the pouring rain, as your tears wouldn’t be as visible.
Reaching your wet hand in your pocket to get your keys, you suddenly feel a hand grabbing your arm and pulling you into a warm body. And in a matter of seconds, two warm soft lips were pressed onto yours. You knew you couldn’t resist moving along as the soft puffiness of his lips made you forget everyone and everything. When you eventually give into him, he place his arm around your back and pulls your closer to him. One hand caressing your wet cheek and the cold metal of his thumb stinging your skin. As you are being showered by rain, Jimin’s moves into you, making you step back until your back reaches the main door of your apartment building. Clumsily fumbling for your keys, you finally reach them and hand them to Jimin, who then opens the door while you keep kissing him eagerly. Inside, Jimin’s walks you against the concrete wall next to the elevator and starts kissing and biting your neck hungrily. The sound of gripping clothes, soft moans and breathy pants fill the hollow space around you, and Jimin Lifts you up against the wall in one swift motion. Gripping your thighs and squeezing your butt, he starts grinding his crotch into yours. “You have no idea how much I thought about fucking you’’ He breaths, while grazing your neck with his teeth. As you’re moaning at his words, he slowly places you on your feet and slides his hand down your pastel-blue cigarette trousers, opening the button with one snap.
Sliding down your panties, his fingers reach your wet folds and slips them between your soaking slit. Moaning at the sensation, your breath hitches in your throat when he eases one finger inside you, looking into your eyes with his dark feline ones. ‘’Fuck, I want to fill you up so bad, baby’’ He groans, curling his finger inside you so perfectly, you winch at the sensation of the tip of his finger reaching your sweet spot. Grabbing your neck with his other hand, he places his lips onto yours, and you clutch at his sweater while you moan into his mouth.
‘’Ahhh, Jimin..’’
‘’You like that? You want more, hm?’’ He breaths, while easing another finger into you and quickening his pace.
Nodding at him in response you start steadying yourself by holding onto the fabric of his hoody, and you throw your head back at the sensation of his fingers filling you up and the sound of his husky voice making your head spin.
Letting your hand wander down his stomach, you stop at the rough bulge of his jeans covering his crotch. Cupping it in your hand, you were eager, almost desperate to feel him fill you up completely.
Your first and only sexual experience was close to a complete disaster. You were nineteen back then and as rebellious as a teenager could be at that age. Not to the faces of your parents, but you would always find ways to indirectly punish them for ruining your childhood. Making your first sexual experience not as much pleasure as it was revenge on your parents. Though, it didn’t take long for your mother to find the red-purple hickey spots on the side of your neck.
You would never forget the night your father’s face was so beat red, you were convinced his beatings would be fatal that time.
As you feel your orgasm approaching, your breaths are becoming short and rapid and you feel your legs tremble under his touch.
‘’I-i think I’m clo- ahh.. ’’ You desperately moan, while desperately trying to unbutton his levi’s.
Grabbing your wrist, he looks at you through hooded lids. ‘’No, you don’t want that’’ He simply states. His voice deep and serious.
‘’Jimin, please I do want it’’ You desperately moan.
‘’Fuckkk. don’t talk like that, I won’t be able to hold back’’ He groans
‘’Please Jimin, even if it’s just for one time’’ You almost beg through moans.
Sinking to his feet, Jimin pulls your trousers and panties down, and pulls one of your legs carefully out of them. Looking you into your eyes, he slowly lifts one leg over his shoulder, and then crashes his lips on to your lower ones, making you squeal at the sensation. As he starts frenching your nub, and you feel the suction of his lips through your whole body.
‘’Ah, Jiminnn-‘’
‘’You taste so sweet mami, I could eat you out all day, Fuckk. Why do you have to be such a good girl huh?’’ He says, before stroking his flat tongue against your exposed nub, looking at you while doing it.
As he continues sucking your sensitive nub, you feel his fingers speeding up pace, and continuously hitting your sweet spot. Waves of pleasure shooting straight through you, as you feel his slick tongue on your bundle of nerves. And as he starts finger fucking you rapidly, the heat from the centre of your core spreads through your entire body. The ecstasy from your orgasm washes over you, and you feel your core tightening around Jimin’s thick fingers, making you let out a loud high pitched moan.
‘’Shh baby, people are going to think I’m hurting you’’ Jimin softly whispers in his husky voice, before he starts placing kitten-licks on your sensitive nub and then continues sucking on it.
As he drives you over your edge, you close your eyes and throw your head back at the ecstatic sensation of waves of intense pleasure washing over your body. Making your knees weak and your legs tremble under his touch. Slowing the pace of his fingers, Jimin’s let’s you ride out your orgasm and then slowly moves his head away from your lower lips and starts smirking at you, cockily. pushing himself up, he lifts your panties and trousers up your legs. When he starts looking at you, you feel yourself blushing under his gaze.
After a few minutes of silence, Jimin lets out a deep sigh and looks down before looking back into your eyes. ‘’I don’t want to fuck you, because you deserve better than a hood rat like me’’
When you’re just about to give him your response, he cuts you off, ‘’I’m not happy with what I am, or with what I do, it’s just the way it is. I don’t want to hurt you (Y/N), or drag you down with me. Please don’t show up at those places again, I won’t be able to hold myself back when i’m drunk and I know those hyena’s won’t either. Please just.. don’t look me up again.’’
The glistening tears start drowning your eyes, as you listen to his pathetic attempt to ditch you.
‘’You’re an asshole Jimin!’’ You shout with a cracked voice, before taking your jacket from the ground with one angry swoop. You push him away from you and stumble your way towards the stairs. You start running upstairs and wailing and whimpering in your hands.
When you enter your apartment, you begin screaming and crying all at once. You were fool, and he shoved it in your face.
Running to your medicine cabinet, you take your bottle of Oxazepam and try opening it frantically. Without thinking, you take in 5 pills at once, in the hope that you could sleep for 2 days straight, or at least numb your emotions for a few days. After swallowing them one by one, you let yourself sink down your bathroom wall, and rest your spinning head on your knees.
Soon you would be in your happy place again.
a/n : In the next one i will start with a Jimin pov
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Restoration
TW: Rape. It’s not described, only mentioned through second hand accounts. It’s all throughout this chapter in brief passages, but once again the actual act is never once written. It is through Clarke’s thoughts and memories that the assault is mentioned.
Chapter Two- October 31st, 2018
Clarke knew this date, had it engrained in her memory, even at twenty-two. This day, this moment, would never leave her mind. It’s been nearly a month since Clarke woke up in this seventeen year old body and believed she was here to save her father. She’d done nothing differently since then, had followed the path she’d originally forged to the best of her memory, even going as far as continuing to date Finn, despite knowing what was to come. She would already be changing the future severely come April, and who knew what that would alter. She shouldn’t risk changing anything more.
And yet.. yet...
This one Halloween had nearly wrecked things beyond repair. Nearly wrecked Raven beyond repair. Knowing what was to come... knowing what was going to happen to Raven tonight... Clarke needed to do something.
The party was Jasper’s idea, as all stupid things tended to be, though if he hadn’t suggested this one specific party someone would have suggested another. It wasn’t his fault, even though he would feel that way in the coming days for mentioning this event. It wasn’t Bellamy’s either, who felt responsible for letting Raven out of his sight for more than five minutes. It wasn’t Raven, who faced accusations at school when the news went public, and was told shouldn’t have worn that costume. It was no one’s but the guy who pinned her down in the bathroom and raped her.
Who faced no kind of repercussions because he was white and on a college’s football team, and Raven was a slutty girl who drank too much.
It would not happen again. Clarke would make sure of that.
She had thought she was here to save only her father. That had been the only thought in her mind these last few weeks, until she woke up today and realized why she had come back in October 2018, not April 2019. There was so much more she could stop, so much more she could change, that would improve everyone’s lives.
“I don’t want you driving tonight. If you’re too far to walk back home or to one of your friend’s, call us. We’ll come pick you up.” Abby wasn’t stupid, and while she wanted to operate under the impression Clarke was innocent, she knew otherwise, and knew how tonight would go. Or, how she thought it would go. Would hopefully go, if Clarke could change anything. They’d go drink and hang out, wake up tomorrow and talk about what they’d gotten up to. There’d be do police reports and hospital trips, no hours spent in the bathroom with Raven, watching sobs wrack her body.
“We’ll be safe, mom,” Clarke said with finality. And they would be. Nothing was going to happen tonight. She kissed her mom’s cheek and walked out the front door, where Bellamy was waiting in his beat up car, Octavia and Raven already situated and in costume. The three of them were flappers and Bellamy a mob boss, a stupid group costume that Clarke used to think back on and smile. Before Raven spiraled out of control and-
“Hey, Griffin, catch up.” Raven tossed a bottle at Clarke, which explained while her and Octavia were already giggly and Bellamy looked annoyed. He gave her a pleading smile as she held the bottle but didn’t open it. There would be no drinking on her part, not tonight. She’d been drunk and distracted by Finn the first time around. Tonight, there would be no excused. She wasn’t leaving Raven’s side.
Somehow down the line, Clarke had forgotten what a high school party was like. College parties tended to be... more mature. The music wasn’t as loud, the alcohol not as cheap, and the people (while still horny) knew of how to talk about things other than how high or drunk they were. She didn't miss this part of being a teenager in the slightest. She’d live it once, and it had been more than enough.
“Drink up, ladies,” Jasper laughed, thrusting a cup in everyone hands as soon as they walk through the door. The party was in full swing, most people in costumes and some indistinguishable behind plastic masks. “You’re way too sober. You still aren’t attracted to me,” he joked, causing everyone in the vicinity to laugh as well.
Raven took a sip and responded, “There isn’t enough alcohol in the word to make me attracted to you, Jordan.” At that, everyone laughed harder and Jasper shrugged good-naturedly, laughing with them. They all broke apart soon after, though Clarke made sure if she wasn't right next to Raven she kept the girl in her line of sight.
They’d been at the party for almost an hour when Octavia appeared at Clarke’s side, her pupils wider than than average. She was sober enough to ask, despite her slightly slurred speech, “You good? You aren’t drinking.”
“Someone should stay sober to watch all of you heathens,” Clarke joked, searching the room until- There.
Paxton fucking McCreary. A college freshmen and older brother of one of the boys at this party. He was home for the weekend and looking to party. He’d told the jury he’d been drinking, a mistake on his part he admitted with regret clear in his voice. He would look at the jury and say how sorry he was that the events had happened, but from his point of view Raven had wanted it. She dressed and acted like she did, and Paxton acted under the guise of believing implied consent. The jury ate it up, and found him innocent.
The bastard was a rapist, and Clarke could see he was already looking at Raven, standing near the dining room and laughing with Bellamy.
“Clarke?” Octavia followed her gaze to Paxton and frowned. “Do you know him?”
“I’m not feeling that well.” Clarke forced herself to look away from Paxton and frown at Octavia, faking sickness. “I didn’t eat before I came here, and I think I’m getting my period soon, and I’m just.. super nauseous. Can we head home soon?” It was close to eleven. Raven didn’t get trapped in that bathroom until much closer to twelve. There was still time.
Octavia frowned as well, staring at Clarke hard. “You’ve been acting funny a lot recently. Is everything okay?”
“I’m fine, Octavia. I just.. want to leave. Can you get Raven and let’s go?”
She’d have to drive, based on how Bellamy was using the wall for support and Octavia could do little more than nod dumbly before shuffling off to gather everyone up. There’d be questions about this in the morning, but Clarke would take all the questions if it meant protecting Raven.
The news spread around school quickly Monday morning. The gossip had originally spread from the girl’s locker room, as all things tend to do. It focused on the party Saturday night. The very same one that Clarke and her friends had attended. A good portion of the upperclassmen were at that party, bouncing between that one and others for a long night of fun.
But the news came suddenly and spread just as fast. A girl had been raped at that party. Some freshmen who Clarke didn’t know, would never have known otherwise. And this... this was not part of the story. Not at all. It was supposed to be Raven, and when Clarke took her home, it was supposed to all be okay.
But a girl was still raped by Paxton fucking McCreary.
The school held an impromptu assembly in the gym before third period, as they had for Raven. The principle didn’t outright say it, but everyone knew he was talking about the girl, some kid named Charlotte. Clarke would bet the girl wasn’t in school today, and apparently neither was Paxton’s brother. Paxton had been arrested in the middle of the night, after the girl and her friends went to the police.
Clarke knew nothing was going to come of it, and that thought laid too heavily in her stomach for the remainder of the day. Raven and Octavia asked why she was so quiet multiple times, and it was all Clarke could do to keep her mouth shut. How could she explain it should have been Raven, not Charolette? How could she explain that if she hadn’t asked to go home, Paxton would have trapped Raven in that bathroom and did the very same thing to her he did to Charlotte? Would it be better or worse that it was Raven, and not some fifteen year old freshmen? Did her age make it better? Did being Clarke’s friend make it worse?
“The school sent out an email today about your assembly,” Abby mentioned at dinner later that night, all of their food untouched and their eyes downcast. “Was that the party you were at?”
Clarke shook her head silently, forcing back tears as she pushed around the pile of corn and potatoes.
“It’s a shame what happened to that girl.” Jake responded, shaking his head in disgust as he took a bite of chicken. Abby nodded her agreement as he turned to look at their daughter. “I know you and your friends go out to parties, Clarke, and while your mother and I may not agree with that, we understand. We’re just asking you to be careful. Saturday it was a random girl. Next time it could be you or one of your friends. Always be on your guard.”
He didn’t know how right he was. Clarke jerked away from the table, blindly standing up and rushing to her bedroom. Jake and Abby called after her, but she barely made it to the toilet quick enough to vomit in it. Any more delayed and it’d have gone all over the floor. She heaved multiple times until her stomach settled, and even then she stayed on the floor with her head pressed against that cold toilet for a while longer.
Thoughts of Charlotte plagued Clarke well into the night, sleep rendered impossible as she kept thinking about that fifteen year old girl. Were mistakes made tonight? Should Clarke have said something, something to anyone? Said something to Paxton? But what would she say to him, to anyone?
I know what's about to happen? I know what you’re about to do?
And say she did say something. Say she went to Bellamy and told him some guy had his eye on Raven all night and something didn’t feel right. Bellamy would cause a scene, him or Octavia, Clarke knew that. Paxton would most likely argue and fight back, but ultimately he’d leave. Until the next party, and the next girl. Had he done it before? No girls came forward the firs time around, so Clarke assumed it was the first attack. Would that spur on more? Was Raven, or Charolette, the catalyst that started it all?
Clarke doesn’t know, and its driving her mad.
Those thoughts swam through her mind for the next few days, the school seemingly back to normal and would continue to be normal until the trial began- if there was one. Raven decided on a trial, but Charolette is not Raven. She went to the police, and Paxton was arrested, but he was back home the next day. Did Charolette recant, or was there lack of evidence?
Lack of evidence and reliable witnesses is what ruined Raven’s case.
Would Charolette suffer more of the same fate as Raven? Would the events transpire the exact way?
“Raven and Bell want to hang out tonight. We haven’t see you since Halloween.” Octavia’s voice trails off at that statement, both her and Clarke’s minds immediately going to the party. “You know,” Octavia changed the subject when Clarke failed to reply. “Apparently the police are interviewing people that were at that party. They’re trying to get evidence.”
Clarke knew it wouldn't bring anything. The police interviewed a bunch of people from the first party and no one had anything to say that would help. Many were afraid to admit they were drinking underage and therefore lied, said they were somewhere else. Others said they hadn’t seen anything at all. Even Clarke and her friends couldn’t testify that they’d seen Paxton follow Raven into that upstairs bathroom.
“Monty said he heard from some of Charolette’s friends the police aren’t finding much.” Clarke isn’t sure why Octavia feels the need to share, but each new word is another stab to her heart. Clarke had saved Raven from all of this, but at the cost of Charolette. “It’s all really fucked up, huh? Can’t believe any of this happened. This is shit you see on TV, you know?”
“Yeah...” Clarke sighed as the two of them walked through the halls, heading from their third period class to the lunch block all of them shared together. Bellamy was already at their usual table, sitting next to Monty, who had his arm thrown around the back of Harper’s. If memory serves correctly, they would have been dating for close to a year by now. When Clarke is twenty-two, Harper is pregnant with their second child. There is nothing to change about their storyline, she’s relived to realize. Everything that happened to them worked out in their favor. Both of them are unmarked by death or heartache, and staring at them now, so carefree and joyful, she’s suddenly taken by a powerful wave of jealously.
She’s jealous of them all right in this moment, she’s ashamed to admit. Of Bellamy and that confident smirk of his, Octavia and her shameless attitude. Monty and Harper’s love, Jasper’s humor. All of it. They are unmarred by adulthood, by loss and tragedy and despair.
Charlotte was raped because of Clarke. Because of what she did for her friends.
“Where are you going?” Monty frowned, ever the observant and caring one. Clarke had turned away from the table, headed back towards the exit.
“Bathroom,” she forced herself to respond, and marched straight towards an open stall. She locked the door and didn’t come out until lunch.
In that moment, she hated them all and hated herself, hated this stupid fucking attempt at a redo on her life.
“Where have you been recently, kiddo?”
Clarke was in the theater with her father, both of them silent as Jake enjoyed the movie and Clarke enjoyed watching a movie with her father. Abby would be home late tonight if she came home at all, and Clarke didn’t mind. A new round of interns had started at the hospital and Abby was busier than usual with their introductions. These next few days as everyone became acclimated would be hectic in the least.
“I’ve been here every day, dad.” Clarke frowned at the question, refusing to break her gaze from the movie even though she could feel her father’s on her. Out of the corner of her eye she could see his broad shoulders raise and fall with the sigh he let out.
“You’re here but you’re not here, Clarke. You’ve been distracted recently.” His tone was soft, gentle and encouraging. The way he sounded when he wanted Clarke to open up, to admit what was bothering her. Most of the time, it worked. She knew there was nothing she could ever possibly do that would change how her father viewed her, changed how he loved her. But this... she couldn’t go about this. Because a part of her was afraid he might very well change his opinion about her when he learned what had happened to Charlotte. “If there’s something going on, Clarke, you know you can talk to me. Your mother and I can help with whatever is happening.”
Clarke forced herself to look away, forced herself to meet her father’s eyes and smile. She couldn’t keep the pain off of her face and she knew he could see it. Jake had always been able to read her like a book, except this time he could never know the story. “I love you, dad.”
“I love you too, baby,” he said automatically, the words falling from his mouth without any sort of hesitation. “What is going on? Talk to me.”
“I-” Words escaped her then, all thoughts fleeting as she struggled to come up with something, anything. And then she was crying. For Charlotte, Raven, her dad, herself, her twenty-two year old life. Everything. “Daddy, I don’t know what to do.” She curled into his side, hiding her face in his chest like she did so often when she was a child and had a bad dream. And just like then he wrapped her arms around her, kissed her forehead. “I think- I think I messed up, but I don’t know, and-and... I don’t know what to do. I thought I was doing the right thing, but... I don’t- I don't know.”
And that was the truth of things. Clarke didn’t know what was going on or what to do. Because yes, Raven had been saved, but at the cost of any girl’s sanity and innocence. Would that be how everything Clarke tried to change went? She could save one person but damn another? And when it came time to saving her father... preventing his death... would that mean killing someone else? Would it count as Clarke murdering someone, even if she didn’t physically do the killing? Just knew that saving her father cost someone else their life?
There were still five and a half months between now and April Nineteenth, and so many events took place before then. There was time to find a way to save her father and everyone else. She would do it.
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