Lover Of All Things Love

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“Ah, right there.” Her soft fingers pluck a sequin right from his eyebrow. Her voice is hoarse when she laughs “next year I’m going as something with feathers.” She zips back up the sparkling mini skirt and adjusts the seashell crown on her mess of sex mussed curls.

“Mmm, sexy eagle.” His eyes trace the lean muscles of her back as she straps the glittery bra back on. She’s so breathtakingly gorgeous it’s hard to focus on anything other than smooth olive skin.

“Ooh sexy penguin.” She giggles leaning over his desk to swipe at her smudged makeup in the mirror “or maybe a sexy owl. I definitely give owl.” She turns back towards him and smirks at his sprawled figure. The blanket barely covering him as he shamelessly ogles her. The party downstairs is in full effect and the music from the speakers makes the ground vibrate. “Aren’t you going to go rejoin your brothers downstairs?”

He really doesn’t want too. What he wants to do is pull her right back into this bed, turn on Netflix and watch some mind numbing reality tv show with her tucked firmly against his body. He wants to bury his face in her cherry scented hair and lick the salt from her skin. He wants her to rub his back until he falls asleep wrapped up in her.

“Are you going back to the party?” He sits up then, stretching his sore limbs.

“Me?” She snorts “no sir, I’m going home and sleeping. You wore me out. Hannah and Ali are probably staying here with Garrett and Dean tonight so it’ll just be me in the dorm.”

That doesn’t sit well with him. Her alone never sits well with him but especially after tonight. Sex with her is always mind blowing, spiritually awakening, so violently satisfying he can’t think straight for days after. But the crash, the withdrawal he feels when she’s not there after. It’s brutal.

“I don’t want you all alone on Halloween. It’s not safe.” He reaches for his boxers and slips them on.

Her pretty eyes roll “Logan. I live two houses down from here. I’ll be okay. And what do you want me to do anyway? Hi Hannah, Allie. I need you to not stay with your boyfriends tonight and come home and hangout with me because it’s a spooky night.” Her eyes dart around the room for her purse.

“Stay here.” It’s out of his mouth before he can stop it. “Don’t go downstairs, fuck the party. Come back to bed and I’ll buy you breakfast in the morning, with coffee.”

Her eyes widen and she immediately crosses her arms over her chest, walls flying up.

“Logan..”

“What? You never stay. You leave every single time. Is it that bad?” It’s vulnerable and stupid. Clearly it’s not that bad, they’ve had sex too many times for it to not feel even the smallest bit as good as he feels.

“What?” She scrunches her nose and shakes her head “of course not! Why would you even…”

“And in public, you won’t even look at me. Do you know how badly I want to touch you when you’re standing there in your Malones uniform and I can see the outline of the hickey I left the night before. It’s almost painful to not be able to kiss you when I catch you staring at Hannah and Garrett or Allie and Dean. You think I don’t see it but I do. I see everything.”

“I’m sorry what are you talking about? Since when have you been feeling like this?” She throws her arms up, frustration seeping through her pores.

“Don’t try and pretend like you didnt know. I never hid how I felt about you. If I could worship you at your feet I would.” He scoffed.

“You’re the one who said you didn’t want me! You’re in love with Hannah Wells, I’m literally your rebound! I was doing you a favor! I’m taking what I can get while trying to make you feel better.” She rushes out, eyes misty and wide. “Okay, fuck.” She breathes “I’m sorry things are a little heated, we’re both tired it’s been a long night. I’ll talk to you tommorow, okay? Good night John.” She’s out of the door so fast he hardly has time to catch up to her as she races down the stairs and makes a beeline for the front door.

“You cannot just say shit like that and run off! Are you crazy.” He reaches for her arm and tugs her into him about half way down the street.

“Logan. Let’s just rehash this in the morning. I’m tired and I’m cold and I don’t feel like having this ridiculous conversation when I’m literally dressed like a mermaid and you’re… you’re in your boxers! Go home John, Jesus you’ll catch pneumonia out here.” She tried to rip her arm free but he only pulls her closer.

“What are you talking about “in love with Hannah?” Why would you say that I don’t want to be with you?” He’s pleading with her, lost and confused.

Her brows cinch together “you did. You literally texted me an hour after we slept together the first time.” She pulls out her phone and types something in, pulling up their texts from six months ago. “Here.”

Logan: hey, that was fun. I know you know about Hannah and that whole thing. Obviously I’m in no place for a relationship but you’re really great and I’d love to do it again.

That was six months ago, he was stroking a bruised ego and dealing with some internal shit. he never meant to make her feel unwanted or cheapen that night. That night was the best night of his life and he had just wanted her to hear it from him before someone ran their mouth about his stupid crush on Hannah and his fight with Garrett. Hannah was one of her best friends and he didn’t want whatever this was ruined before it could begin.

“I’m not mad but I am going to protect myself. I can sleep with you and it feels good. Being with you feels good, you make me feel good. But if I start spending the night or letting you kiss me in public. I’ll break my own heart. I have to protect myself heart because if I let you in I don’t know if I’ll survive it.” She clears her throat and offers him a miserable smile, “again, totally not your fault. I knew what I was getting into and I chose to do it. I know things are going to be weird with us now so I. Totally..”

“I’m in love with you.” He cut her off.

She snapped her jaw shut and bit down on her bottom lip. “What?” Her voice was small and unbelieving.

“I am in love with you. I have been since the first day. I never loved Hannah, I’ve only ever loved you. I had a crush on Hannah or atleast I thought. But really I just wanted to love someone the way Garrett loves Hannah. And I do. Fuck I love you more than anything.” He reached out a hand to cup her cheek “you’re everything.”

“You don’t have to say that.”

“Yes I do. And you love me, I feel it. I know you do.” It wasn’t cocky or over confident. He was secure in their connection and when she swallowed the lump in her throat and spoke so softly “I love you too.” He knew that this is what it’s supposed to feel like. This is exactly what he wanted.

“Come back home. Come lay in my bed and take off that ridiculous costume. Let me fill your water bottle and get you a clean t shirt. Let me take care of you and then let me keep you. Forever.” His lips hovered over hers and just as they were about to meet in the middle she pulled away and swerved around him.

“How about you let me take YOU home and get you a clean shirt. You’re out here in your boxers on a chilly October night. If anyone needs someone to take care of them it’s you,” she wrapped her hand around his and tugged him back towards the hockey house.

“Fair enough, gorgeous. Fair enough.”

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John Logan X OC *fanfic part 1*

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“You’re skating mad. It’s making you miss your edges and overextend your left leg. It’s why you keep slamming into the wall. Why you can’t seem to stop when you round the corner right edge.” Her voice was soft and sweet. Quiet enough that he had to skate towards her to hear, but loud enough to make her presence known.

“I’m sorry?” Logan squinted. A figure skater. Incredibly petite, short and small wrapped up in a fluttering pink skirt and leotard combo, her skates hanging over her shoulder and a ribbon tied, slick tight bun completing the entire fit.

“You’re skating mad. You’re fine until you hit the corner then you’re wandering and you’re letting the ice feel it. The ice fights back and it trips you up.” She points towards the wall he just slammed into. “I do that sometimes too, I always end up twisted like a pretzel.”

“Okay.” She’s very pretty, soft and sweet and the kind of pretty you want tangled up in your sheets or wearing your sweatshirt. She would absolutely swim in his sweatshirt. “Am I impeding on your ice time? I’m sorry, I thought it was free.”

Her smile settles deep in his stomach. She reaches over the divider and pulls out a lilac water bottle the length of her forearm. “Nope. I’m all done for the day thank the lord. I just forgot this bad boy. I’m sorry to creep, I’m just so interested in hockey. I try and catch you guys practicing whenever I get a chance.”

He leans over the barrier, nodding at her shiny white skates. “You skate, obviously.”

“I’m part of the Olympic training program. I just made it to qualifiers. I leave in two weeks for Vancouver. Hence the blisters and the bruises.” She wiggles her flip flop covered feet and he can see the swelling in her feet less tights.

“Oh shit. You’re about to be in the Olympics?” His eyes trail her figure, all lean muscle and soft tan skin. She’s curvy but toned and the ridiculous urge to bite her perfect calves makes him shiver.

“Fingers crossed.” She plops down on the bleacher and drops her chin in her hand “so since you probably won’t see me again, wanna unload on me? Tell me why you’re skating like you’d rather be hitting someone.”

She’s not wrong, he’s so busy with semifinals and getting drafted and she’ll be a literal Olympic athlete. And how fucking good would it feel to just get it all out?

Fuck it.

“My best friend is dating the girl I like, and he doesn’t even know it. But this girl is really great and I love my bestfriend but he’s just not the dating kind and he doesn’t get her the way I do. She’s like me, on scholarship has to work and earn her place. He’s from a rich family, so life was just kind of given to him. I feel like everything is just given to him. I’m frustrated because I don’t know what I have to do to get something that I want. I want to not have to always be second place.” He rushes out, a weight slowly slips from his shoulders. The tension he felt on the ice replaced by relief. It’s gone; all of that bottled up anger is gone now. When he looks back he expects her to be laughing, or to be looking at him like he’s crazy.

But she’s not.

“I get that. Kind of the same but not. My sister doesn’t skate, she’s a sophomore here and she just goes to school and hangs out with her friends. I’m grateful for the opportunities and I love skating but I’m jealous of the way she just gets to… exist. And sometimes I just want to exist. I know I can’t have it but that feeling of wanting it gets to me some times. I’m jealous that she gets to have boyfriends, hell even friends. I want that too.” She sighs “but I guess we just have to want other things right? There are a million other things to want in the world. We just have to find something a little more… ours?” She shrugs, grabbing her skates again and peering over his shoulder “it was nice talking to you.. Logan?”

“John, it’s John Logan.”

“Well John Logan. Skate happy, watch the walls and find something that’s yours. Good luck.” She turns towards the exit and only turns back when he calls out for her.

“Hey! Future Olympian, you never told me your name!” It’s a little desperate by when she shoots him a sparkling smile he can’t help but return it.

“Win your next game and maybe I’ll tell you.”

He is royally fucked.

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Sugar In My Cup

Part 1

There’s frosting… everywhere.

Yellow and blue and pastel pink coating the tips of your hair and staining the white zip up hoodie you just splurged on.

“Oh.” You glance down at the sugary mess now coating your body.

“Holy fuck.” He’s a beautiful man, perfectly unkempt chocolate waves flowing exceptionally well, cropped to just the right length. His eyes match his hair in the deepest shade of auburn. “Oh shit.” Large hands flail haphazardly as he stares, those eyes locked in on the exposed skin of your chest now stained the color of an Easter egg. “I was in a rush! I’m so fucking sorry! Jesus Christ!” He picks up the abandoned cake tray between his two fingers and he looks so terrified it’s almost endearing.

You could really pull this one out, make him sweat, but he seems so nervous and genuinely apologetic you offer him a break. “ it’s okay. I was lacking color today. My own fault. You’re not supposed to wear white after Labor Day anyway.”

His jaw drops, and he stutters “the cake.. was that.. was that her birthday cake?”

He’s white as a sheet, clearly terrified that he’s ruined the whole birthday party. “No darlin’. That was just the tasting cake. I always bring an extra in case the family under estimated the amount of guests.” You point behind his shoulder to an elaborate three tiered multicolored fairy cake, with a larger than life number 1 taking up the top layer.

The handsome strangers shoulders finally ease slightly and he lets out a breath that rattles his chest.

“It’s my nieces first birthday. Her mother would have me executed if I ruined her birthday cake.” His polo is designer, stretching over muscled, tanned arms. His fingers fidget with the cake tray “but your clothes! Your hair! I’m so sorry. I came slamming out here like a matador and I’ve absolutely destroyed your clothes.”

“I think I’ll get over it. I have a tide stick in my car.” You offer your most laidback smile and wink at his stricken expression.

“Oh! Angel! What happened!”

“Oh god.” The man in front of you squeezes his eyes shut. “Here we go. Mama I’m…”

She pushes past him like a linebacker and he staggers back with a satisfying “oof.”

“What happened! Oh you’re going to attract the bees! Who did this to you?!” Maria Castillo whirls away from you and locks her gaze on the polo wearing nervous wreck “you!” She hisses “you did this! You clumsy oaf!” She swats at her son and he shuffles away.

“I apologized!” He defends, eyes softening when he finds you smiling “she said she has a tide stick!”

“A tide Stick?!?” Maria squeaks “she’s going to need a shower because of you.” Her soft, warm eyes turn to you then “oh angel” she coos “I am so sorry for my tactless son, harry.”

“Maria, it’s only sugar.” You swipe a piped flower off your collar and suck the frosting off your finger. When you look up Harry’s eyes are firmly following your lips, pupils blown out and cheeks pink. “I skipped breakfast this morning, anyway.”

“I’ll just go grab you a paper towel,Lovely girl.” The gorgeous matriarch rushes off towards the kitchen and you turn to Harry.

“So you’re the prodigal son. You’re mother has told me so much about you. I met Simon at the cake tasting for their wedding and I knew there was another brother I was missing. I have to say you certainly make a… colorful first expression.”

His eyes are heavy, lidded as he approaches you. Dangerously close. He smells lovely, masculine and fresh.

“You’ve heard of me? And what of me?” He can smell you as well, a lovely blend of cinnamon, buttercream and peaches. It makes his mouth water and his hands twitch at his sides in a desperate attempt to stop himself from touching you.

“Oh the usual. Wildly successful.” You start for the kitchen and he trails closely behind “loyal, kind and filthy rich.” You begin packing up your delivery bags and arranging the cupcakes and cookies on there trays. “Your sister In law only says wonderful things.” Your nose scrunches as you peel your sticky hair from your shoulders.

“Filthy rich?” He’s at your shoulder, and when you turn, he’s smiling. A real smile, one that makes your skin warm.

“Those were her exact words. Although she clarified you weren’t the stuffy kind of Rich. I can see that.” Your team is putting finishing touches on the birthday cake and sprinkling cupcakes.

“And you? You own a bakery. Supply my family with endless sweets. You’ve bewitched my mother.” He snatched a cookie from a tray and took a bite. It was phenomenal, soft and sweet with sea salt and chocolate. A stifled moan caught in his throat “and you bake the best chocolate chip cookies I have ever had.”

You snorted “well, Thankyou. I have a small bakery right near Albert’s street. We primarily do catering. Lots of weddings, baby showers..” you swished an arm out “first birthdays. I’m afraid I’m nothing like you and your business. We lose more money than we make. But we have a lot of fun losing it.”

“Money isnt everything, I’m learning that quickly.” His hand settles gently in the space between your collarbone and neck, rubbing at a splotch of baby blue icing. It’s weirdly sensual and when he pops his finger in his mouth it does things to you that you thought had long gone dormant. “I prefer quality over quantity. Let me make this up to you.” Harry gestures to your mess of clothes “let me take you out. A nice dinner, a new jacket.”

It’s smooth but you’re not naive enough to fall for smooth words and big brown eyes. “Wildly unnecessary. You’re apology is more than enough.”

His composure slips, the tick of a frown curls his lip down and the wrinkle between his brows deepens.

“I insist you let me take you out. My mother would never let me live this down. Really you would be doing me a massive favor.” His large hands fidget with the hem of his shirt.

It’s not fair if you to drag this out

“Listen.” You place a hand to his shoulder and squeeze “you seem wonderful and I appreciate how persistent you are but you and I are not two people that are compatible.” It’s quick but something noticeable flashes across his face, a phantom memory. “I would never be able to keep up with your lifestyle and I’m fairly certain you would tire of me rather quickly.” You step away and wipe your hands on your leggings “your shoes cost more than my mortgage.” The smile you give is soft and warm. “It was great finally meeting you though.”

Halfway to the door his voice stops you again.

“I don’t agree. I think you’re wrong.”

You peer over your shoulder smirking“I’m usually right about these things.”

“I don’t care about compatibility. I think you and I would have a really good time and I’m willing to make a bet.” He’s beside you now, fingers brushing yours. “If you go out with me. One date.” He holds up one finger “and you have a good time and get to know me, You have to go on another with me.”

“And if my hypothesis is correct and we truly have nothing in common?” You’re so close, noses almost brushing.

“I’ll have your bakery cater the next charity gala at my firm. An obscene amount or marketing options.” His brow raises. Confident now.

“Well.” You tap your chin “this date feels very transactional.”

“I’m playing my hand.”

A free meal with a handsome man? His Mercedes key half hangs from his pocket. He is from a completely different world. It would never work so what’s the harm. The catering opportunity would be life changing.

“You have a date then, Mr. Castillo.”

His eyes flash.

“Excellent.”

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Stebbins x OC fanfic

“The Long Walk Series Part 1”

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There’s a tick to her back. The type that only comes from shifting on your feet too long, nothing a good stretch and a bubble bath won’t fix.

It was a miserable day for tips , the chef was in a rancid mood so food was being sent back more than it was coming out. The coffee maker was on the fritz and the rain was keeping customers from stopping in. Rent was due next week and if it kept going this way she wasn’t so sure she’d be able to pay the electric for the month. That was fine though, she had blankets and jackets to keep her warm, plenty of socks too. And it was warm during the day, no need for heat.

She was going to be just fine. Tips would pick up and everything would be back to normal by next month, the holidays were coming and people always felt awfully generous during that time.

The bell above the front door jingled, they were closed and she had her back turned toward the counter, filling the sugars.

“Sorry, love. We’re closed. I’ve got day old coffee and a sliver of blueberry pie left over on the counter. We closed the register so it’s on the house.”

“Harper.”

Her name, clear and soft. Barely audible over the pounding of the rain on the windows.

He was standing there, in the middle of the Diner. Hair soaked from the weather, his cheeks gaunt and the bags under his eyes seemed so dark they were almost purple. His paperboy hat was clutched between trembling fingers.

“Oh.” She whispered. Her heart picked up pace. He looked exhausted. Almost sickly. But he was here. He was alive. “You did it. You won.”

He raised blonde brows “you didn’t watch?”

“Only the first day. I had no desire to see you shot in the head. Stebbins right? That’s what they called you.” She crossed her arms over her chest, tucking into herself. Anxiety rocking her body. She’d grieved him already. Accepted the loss. But he was here.

“It’s all over the news.” His voice was hoarse. “The winner, he killed … the warden. My dad. But my dad… he didn’t let them shoot me. I suppose he thought it would redeeem him from all the evil. Saving his son.” He winced, disgust coloring his features “they were going to send me away. Have me sign something swearing I would never reveal what actually happened. But now they’re using me as a poster boy. “The real winner. The boy who survived the shot.” His laugh was bitter and there was a watery quality to it. “They fixed me up at the hospital. I was dying, my body was failing.”

She turned away then, focusing on the strawberry stain glaring at her from the counter.

“Yeah, we’ll you mentioned that was a possibility. You had it all planned out. I’m sorry you didn’t get your wish.” Her apron was filthy and suddenly it felt too tight. “I’m glad you won.” The smile on her face was so fake it was almost funny. “Your mother must be thrilled.”

His hand came over to rest on her forearm, turning him to her gently.

“Harp. Please. I didn’t do it for her.” He looks so damn tired.

“No.” She pulls herself free “you did it for a man who thinks shooting children in the head is for the good of the Country. That’s what you wanted isn’t it? Your Dads approval? Does it feel like you thought it would. I watched you that first day. Stepping over dead bodies? Taunting dying boys? I don’t know who that is. I don’t know you.” Her lip quivered and she watched his heart break in front of her eyes.

“No.” His voice was the firmest it has been since he walked through the door “No, you know me. I had to act like that to survive. I hated it. I hated every second of it.” His words shook under the weight of the confession. “I wanted you, I wanted you the entire time. I made a mistake. I was foolish and naive. I thought I could do this and it wouldn’t change me. It killed me. You were right. None of it was worth it. I lost so much.” Tears poured over his cheeks. He was so young. He looked so young. “They were good people. Good boys all of them.” He choked.

He was shaking but so was she. She had begged him, told him he couldn’t do this to them. Even if he survived he would never be the same. She couldn’t be with him if he chose this suicide mission. It wasn’t fair. He wasn’t being fair.

But he was here.

He was alive.

She wants to reach for him, pull him to her. But she can’t. Not yet.

“Did it hurt? Was it awful?” She whispered.

His eyes found hers then

“In every way.”

And that was it. She ran for him, wrapping herself around his body as he shattered, sliding them both to the floor. His sobs shook her entire frame as his fingers dug deep into her skin. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You were right. I watched them die. I watched them all.”

They stayed like that for hours, until his breathing calmed and his tremors faded. His hair was too long and his skin was sunburnt. He needed a good meal. He was partial to sugar and she was already planning the jelly cookies she’d spend days feeding him. Her whispered words of forgiveness melted into his skin and after a bit he was boneless in her grasp on the dirty Diner floor.

“It wasn’t supposed to be me. You didn’t watch, you didn’t see. I told them I was ready to die with my head held high. He thought he was saving me but he wasn’t. I don’t know my body anymore. Everything hurts. The doctors said I’m fine. They cleaned me out. They say the pain is mental but it feels like I’m still there. My feet… they feel like I’m still walking.”

“Hmm.” She brushed her fingers through his hair “I’ll walk with you. We’ll walk together. The two of us.”

Something like a memory flashed across his face before he settled into her hold even tighter.

“An honor.” He whispered.

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*Worlds Apart - Eric X OC* part 3

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He could specifically remember NOT signing up for this particular tour. In fact he remembered threatening bodily harm to quite a few dauntless leaders who had mentioned touring Amity as part of the job.

“And this is where we provide most of the grains and sugar proteins you all use so frequently at dauntless” The broad shouldered woman who ran Amity supplied with a smile that looked like it may rip open her face. “We take such pride in being able to provide you all of the goods you use to protect us! I mean we even have a facility that produces gun powder, it’s phenomenal. Although I will admit that it has put us as the focal point of these terrible factionless attacks. Speaking of that, here is our hospital, it’s been getting more of a workout then it ever has theses past few weeks.”

Eric grit his teeth as he glanced over at Four trying not to laugh.

“Does this woman ever stop to breathe? She’s like a fucking helium balloon.” He growled. This time Four did laugh before putting his finger to his lips and rolling his eyes.

“Our hospital is one of our pride and joys. We even take care of our animals here! All of our nurses and doctors are certified in both.” Johanna beamed proudly.

“That doesn’t sound very sanitary.” Peter piped up from the back of the group, a look of disgust on his face.

“Seperate wings of course Mr. Hayes. You’ve had plenty of experiences of just how sanitary our hospital is just this week alone I’ve heard.” She quipped back sharply, a look of dissaproval on her sharp features as she eyed his bandaged leg and shoulder pointedly.

Eric snorted, okay maybe the amity leader wasn’t that bad.

“And here we have one of our most successful and respected nurses. This is nurse Violet! She’s a favorite in these parts.”

Erics stomach leapt to his throat, he hadn’t seen Violet in three days. Dinner had gone incredibly smoothly and she was an amazing cook but it had been filled with indiscernible tension between the two after their moment in the bedroom. He wouldn’t deny that he wanted her, she was gorgeous and soft and she smelt like sugar and her smile was like nothing he’d ever seen before.

Which was exactly why he couldn’t have her. He was an asshole, cruel and dark and while he had done a lot of terrible things in his life, destroying her wasn’t one he wanted to participate in.

She turned her attention to the group and he nearly groaned at her crimson painted lips and blonde hair swept up alluringly. She was criminal, truly. Four snorted from beside him, his all knowing smile earning him an elbow to the rib.

“Hi guys! I’ve had the pleasure of meeting most of you throughout the district but I’ll Thankyou again for all your work. I know it must be hard being away from home for so long, anything you need to make your stay a little easier you know where to find me.” She lifted her hand to wave, which held a stethoscope and an empty syringe. Her eyes locked on Eric’s and he couldn’t help but enjoy the way her cheeks flushed and her eyes darted away, And she grabbed her things rushing away with a mumble of an apology.

“It is unfortunate that you have to be away from home during the Easter holiday but we do have a wonderful celebration here and cannot wait to include you all in the festivities.” Johanna clapped her hands, eyes lit up in excitement.

Every single dauntless guard wore the same cringed, uncomfortable expression at the thought of an Easter celebration. Except for Four of course.

With the tour finally over Eric could feel his brain practically numbing at the thought of having to experience another three hour seminar by Johanna. He wandered through the fenced fields and ran his hand over one of the many horses mane, this particular one nuzzled into his palm and snorted affectionately.

“He likes you.”

The voice threw him for a moment before peering over his shoulder at the pretty blonde in her light pink scrubs.

“He’s huge.” Eric mumbled awkwardly, continuing to pet the horse and ignoring the tightness in his chest as she got closer.

“I know, no one ever realizes how large and intimidating they are until you’re up close and personal.” She stroked its thigh and their fingers grazed gently.

“He’s not scary.” Eric chuckled.

“We’ll I’m sure you’re used to scary.” She offered “to us here in Amity we don’t have to deal with the things you do. Anything unpredictable can be scary.”

“Not to you.” He turned to face her fully now “you don’t seem to be afraid.” He raised a pierced brow.

She sighed “unfortunately I know what real danger is, the Factionless don’t scare me. They’re just desperate, homeless, hungry, scared. It’s people who have a place that are the scary ones.”

Something in her eyes told him that she knew that from personal experience.

“The factionless will kill you without a second thought. You should fear them.” Eric warned.

“They say dauntless will too.” She shot back.

“It’s different.” Eric argued. He wouldn’t hurt her, there was no way he would, she had to know that.

“Everything is different Eric..” she sighed “I’ll see you at the Easter festival tommorow, be safe.” Her eyes were too sad for him to speak, he knew that look.

“Violet…” he started at her retreating back but she never turned around.

God he wasn’t going to able to stay away from her was he?

And what the hell was an Easter festival?

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Hallie - Harry and Allie The Society

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Detox *Harry x Allie -The Society Hallie Fanfiction-*

When the truth came out the town fell silent.

When the truth came out the town stayed silent.

She was innocent, three months locked away in a wine cellar, hungry and tired, her bones ached and she’d never felt so dirty in her entire life but she was innocent. They knew that know, the entire town had turned on her, cast her away for some semblance of justice. they wanted to be adults, all of them had wanted so desperately to prove that they could make hard decisions, lock their mistakes away and be a community but when the truth came out it became painstakingly evident that they were not adults.

They were children. Children who had made a mistake far too big to cover up with apologies and bandaids. Allie Pressman had been falsely accused and now she was broken and they had all taken a part of her when they turned their back on the one teenage girl who had pieced them all together when their world fell apart.

Elle had been the first to crack, three months into Allies prison sentence Elle stood centerstage in the green and spilled everything that had happened since the night of the poison pie to Campbell’s framing of the election night. She wasn’t afraid of him anymore, and when the broken ballerina spoke everyone listened. Clark went next rambling on about how Lexie offered him everything to go along with her plan, pills, food, power, he’d been blinded by It all and he couldn’t sleep at night because of the guilt.

Luke nearly cried, he hadn’t know it was all fake, he was naive and truly believed Lexie and Campbell and Harry.

Harry.

He didn’t speak, atleast that’s what Will said. He just stood there glassy eyed until he exploded pummeling Campbell until he was nothing but a puddle of blood and curse words.

But still, he never spoke.

It was a week after her release when she finally made her way through the streets of West Ham on her own, locking herself away in her bedroom was beginning to feel awfully similar to that wine cellar she had vowed to never go back in. It was brisk and slightly humid, her freshly washed hair curling from the top to bottom and a warm breeze fluttering her long lashes. The quiet gasps of her former peers didn’t go unnoticed but no one dared look her way, the guilt was prominent in the air and as she made her way to the cafeteria she almost felt like screaming.

Will was waiting for her by the front door, shaking his head and nodding towards Clark and the rest of the guard sitting at a table closest to the kitchen. She didn’t want to be around them, her captors, the guilt and pleading present in their eyes didn’t have any effect on her. Will attemptes to pass her a brown paper bag filled with food and squeezed her shoulder, kelly rushed at her and squeezed her arms around her middle.

“I missed you Allie Pressman.” She whispered, her voice choked with emotion. Kelly had believed in her all along, she’d sent notes every week telling her to hold on and that they would get her out, Will and her.

Allie squeezed Kelly gently, her body tense from the foreign sensation of her soft hug. It had been so long since anyone had touched her, held her. Scooping the bag up from the place Will had dropped it Allie ran through the cafeteria doors avoiding absolutely everyone with well placed rage and exhaustion simmering just at the edge of her frayed nerves.

She didn’t want anyone to miss her, it was better that they didn’t. She wanted to be dead to them all, no expectations or demands, no pathetic pleas for forgiveness. She was tired and finished and wanted nothing more than to disappear inside of herself and allow the town that had turned its back to her to run itself to the ground.

She wanted to sleep.

She wanted to forget.

Harry Bingham standing directly in the center of her kitchen looking like death warmed over was definitely not something she wanted. Something wasn’t right with him, he was pale and thin and the bags under his eyes were deep and swollen not to mention his chocolate curls were far too long and tangled. This wasn’t the Harry she knew, this Harry was small and scared and desperate and if she wasn’t so damn angry she would have said that no matter what he was still the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

“Get out of my house Harry.”

Allies words were hollow and whispered as she placed the paper bag on the counter and moved past him towards her room. She should have just stayed in bed, nothing good ever came from behind her bedroom door.

“I’m sorry. I fucked up Allie, I’m so sorry. You don’t know how fucking sorry I am.” His words trembled almost as much as his hands.

Allie turned around slowly, a tired smile on her face.

“You’re sorry? You’re sorry.” She laughed bitterly “you traded me in for power, you ran over me and you didn’t think twice about it. You’re sorry now because you lost, you’re Sorry because you have to see me everyday now. You’re not sorry Harry, you’re just scared.” She pushed her black beanie off of her head and ran a hand through her wild honey curls. The dried blood on her forehead was from tugging out the three month old stitches no one has bothered to Check on while she was imprisoned.

“You’re wrong.” Harry moved a step closer, his eyes desperate and oddly familiar “I mean you’re right I am scared. I’m terrified but I thought about what I did to you everyday, I never stopped thinking about it. I’m weak and pathetic and Campbell had drugs and I needed them, it’s not an excuse but it’s all I have. I never wanted to hurt you Allie. You we’re the last person I would have ever wanted to hurt but I did and I couldn’t see straight half the time, I’m detoxing. I’m trying and it’s hard and sometimes I want to die but not because of how bad it hurts and how bad I need them but because when my brains not clouded I can see what I did to you and it makes my heart burn. I deserve every bit of pain but I can’t take it back, I wish I could but I can’t.” Harry’s chin quivered with unshed tears as he balled and Unballed his fists, face wrecked with anxiety.

Detoxing, that made sense, he hadn’t been right for a long time, not since that night in his bedroom and the lonely depression spilling over his sheets. Of course it was Campbell, who else could cause this much hurt and pain?

“You should have told someone. You shouldn’t have gone through that alone.” Allie whispered “I could have helped you.”

“I didn’t want help. I wanted to be that person, I don’t want to anymore. I’m getting better, I’m trying too. I want you to see who I am when I’m not broken.” Harry nodded firmly, determination clear in his eyes.

As sincere as he looked right now she couldn’t find it in herself to trust him, she’d believed him before, forgiven him before.

“It seems like all you’re ever doing is apologizing to me.” Allie observed tiredly taking a seat on the couch and casually patting the available space beside her, she let her head hit the cushion of the couch.

Harry sat down slowly, his thigh pressing against hers.

“Because I keep fucking up with you. I keep making mistakes.” His tired eyes drooping shut in exhaustion.

“Understatement of the year.” Allie mumbled, moving closer and resting her cheek on his chest, his hands coming up to stroke her hair almost on instinct. It was quiet for a minute, neither of them daring to move until Harry whispered in that broken voice of his

“I’m so sorry pressman, so damn sorry.”

Allie squeezed her eyes shut and let herself inhale the traces of cologne lingering on the boys black cotton sweater.

“I know you are, I haven’t forgiven yet, but I know you are.” She whispered letting her fingers tangle with his and squeezing for longer than necessary.

It was gonna take time but she would forgive him, he was sick, he needed her and she needed him. It might take a while but

They had all the time in the world.

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Worth It *Harry X Allie* The Society

“They were out of Strawberry pop tarts so I brought you a coffee cake instead, it should fill your sugar quota and incredibly unhealthy breakfast routine.” The light filtered into his room like water through a drain, Harry pressed his cheek into the wrinkled cool side of his pillow, his eyes squeezing shut as his dusty room filled with the sweet smell of allies vanilla and peach perfume.

“I even managed to nab an orange Gatorade instead of the yellow ones, they say Gatorade is good for you, electrolytes and all that.” The pretty blonde whispered under her breath, he could vaguely hear her picking up his dirty laundry and tossing old water bottles into the trash.

He was detoxing, the poison had left his body about a week ago and the overwhelming feeling of withdrawal was nothing but a quiet throbbing now. He still thought about the cocaine, the way it seemed to make everything just disappear and make his mind quiet for just a little, but he didn’t crave it as much anymore.

He craved other things though.

He missed his sister, her off key singing and polka dot bows lying around the house. He missed his mother’s meat loaf and the way she would iron his shirts and sew his jeans. He even missed kelly sometimes, she was the only person to ever really listen, to know him.

Except of course...

“Grizz says once you’re feeling better he thinks you should join the guard, people respect you ya know? I think you’d work much better in the kitchen, you looked awfully handsome in that hair net.” Allie teased, placing his breakfast on his night stand and twisting the cap off of his Gatorade.

She had been there from the start of his detox, the moment she found out he was struggling she had never left his side. She brought him every meal, made sure he showered, kept his room from becoming a dumpster and kept him informed on everything that was taking place just outside his window. He didn’t talk back much, just closed his eyes and listened to her even voices. She didn’t have to do any of this, lord knows he didn’t deserve it especially after casandra but she still did. She had so much on her plate and yet she still made time for him every damn day.

“alright Harry, I’ll see you at lunch time. Don’t forget to take those pills Gordie gave you they’ll ease up some of the aching.” Allie bent down to brush his unruly curls away from his eyes and that’s when he saw it.

“What the fuck?” His voice louder than it had been in weeks sent Allie stumbling back for a moment before straightening up, Her eyes lit up in concern as she reached for him.

Harry practically tumbled from the bed his hands reaching for allies face gently, thumbs stroking the bruised and swollen skin underneath her crystal eyes.

Understanding dawned on allies face

“Oh harry” she whispered, covering his hands with her own. “It’s okay, I’m okay.”

Something unfamiliar flashed in Harry’s eyes, his hands still cool on her cheeks

“Who? Who did this to you?” His voice level but furious as his eyes traced the bruise with calculated anger.

“It doesn’t matter.” Allie shook her head “I..”

“It does matter. It matters more than anything.” He cut her off, no room for argument.

Allie sighed “he was angry, I confronted him this morning and I guess he felt threatened. I haven’t told the guard yet but I’m sure they’ll handle it. Keep an eye on him.” She waved a hand in dismissal.

“Campbell.” Harry nodded firmly, moving to grab his jacket from the pile of clothes on the floor And heading towards the door. Allie tugged on his arm desperate to keep him in his room but she was no match for Harry not when he was like this.

He stormed through the town ignoring the looks on the Faces of his former classmates, no one had seen him outside of his home in weeks he was sure he was a sight to see unshaven and a mess but that didn’t matter, he had one destination and nothing was going to stop him.

“Harry please.” Allie trailed after him “he’s not worth it and you know it.” She babbled.

Campbell was on the green under the gazebo with Elle.

“No he’s not” Harry agreed “but you are.” And before she could even blink Harry was directly in front of Campbell, Elle must have sensed the anger raging off the boy because she stepped back and out of the gazebo. Campbell however seemed to be oblivious to the hate seeping through the other boys pores.

“Bingham! You’ve come out of your tower! If you’re looking for something you know you could have always called me. I don’t mind hand delivering it’s a part of my package.” He grinned.

The smile wiped off of his face as he lay flat on his back, blood pouring from his nose and spraying over his hands. There was a collective gasp from the entire town and as Luke scrambled forward to pull Harry back Campbell jumped up growling and hissing.

“What the fuck?!” He screamed

“You don’t touch Allie do you understand me?! You don’t look at her, walk by her, fuck don’t even breathe in her general direction! Do you understand me? I will Fucking kill you and that’s not a threat that’s a promise.” Harry’s voice was low and terrifying as he ripped himself free from Luke’s arms, Clark and Jason we’re pulling a cursing Campbell away and the entire town was speaking over each other.

Grizz was checking on Allies eye when Harry made his way back over.

“I’ll kill him before you do.” The normally friendly and sweet boy growled, slapping a hand on Harry’s shoulder before pressing a kiss to Allies cheek and moving to follow Clark and Jason.

Harry called after Grizz

“Hey!”

Grizz turned around with a raised eyebrow.

“What’s up?”

“I want in on the guard. I want to be a part of it.”

Both Grizz and Allie grinned at each other and Grizz nodded

“You got it.”

Harry turned back to Allie, his fingers brushing her swollen eye again. “I’m here now.” He whispered “were here now.”

Allie closed her eyes and pressed her cheek to his chest her arms wrapping around his waist.

“I know.”

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Jacob Black x OC Fanfic chapter 2

Break Her.

Part 1:

https://everythingandeveryplace.tumblr.com/post/185702977637/twilight-au-chapter-1-break-her-emilys-hollow

Twilight AU chapter 1. Break Her. Emilys hollow screams ripped through the Rez, gut wrenching and ear piercing as Jacobs bare feet pounded t

“Ellie Parker.. um that’s my name. I was walking home from work, I work at the diner.. Forks Diner. I was on the night shift., ya know my car is old so I brought it to the shop and you wouldn’t believe how much it costs to fix the engine, that’s why I’m working the night shift.. it’s kind of like a series of unfortunate events.. ya know like the book?.. ouch.” Ellie rambled, wincing as Emily stitched up a particularly nasty gash on her forearm.

“So anyway, I was walking home and was taking a shortcut through the woods because it was dark and I didn’t wanna get run over on the street when I heard your friend cry out. I went to help and they attacked me, we managed to get them off but they were awfully close to eating us both. I was a little late for the big guy but I figure he’ll be alright, even half dead he managed to fight most of them off before they ran off, I just hit a few with a tree branch, don’t think it helped much.”

Jacob hovered, his fingers fidgeting desperately to touch her, to make her pain go away, scoop her up and take her away from this entire situation. Emily looked over her shoulder and waved Jacob away like a gnat, her face mixed with equal parts frustration and curiosity at his unsual behavior.

“Oh no sweetheart, you helped much more than you could even imagine. You brought my husband home, we’ll never be able to repay you, you put your self in danger for my family.” Emily placed a soothing hand on the tiny girls shoulder, her eyes shining with grateful tears.

“It was nothing.” Ellie mumbled, her eyes turning to meet jakes intense ones. She smiled softly before turning back to Emily “thanks for stitching me up, I oughta be going home, I’ve got a dog and I left him home alone all day, probably tore up my couch.” She chuckled.

Jared popped his head up from the couch and raised a brow

“You live on your own? How old are you anyway?”

The rest of the pack turned their attention to the brunette currently wiping her hands on her work uniform, smearing dirt all over the pastel blue dress.

“Im 19, I live right on the border of La Push and Forks. Tiny house in the woods, it’s yellow.” She shrugged smiling sweetly at the group of rowdy boys.

Paul who had seen the way Jacob had reacted to the girl grinned foolishly and nudged the taller boys shoulder.

“What a coincidence, Jake here is also 19! Isn’t that right Jake?”

Is possible jakes olive skin darkened to a warm pink as he stuttered

“I um.. yeah, I’m.. actually I’m gonna be 20 but now... I mean currently I’m 19. I mean obviously if I’m going to be 20 I’m 19 that was stupid, I don’t know why i even said that. I don’t know why I say half the things..” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

Ellie grinned

“I’ll be 20 too. You guys look much older, must be a wolf thing huh?”

Embry spit his soda from his mouth and Quill nearly choked on a handful of popcorn.

“What?!” Paul barked

“What are you talking about hun?” Emily moved forward slowly, her eyes wide.

Jared moved towards her but Jake was quicker, he rushed to her side and moved her behind his shoulder protectively, a low growl escaping his lips.

Jared stopped abruptly, his eyebrows scrunched together.

“I’m not gonna touch her dude, Jesus.”

“Jake.” Emily warned gently.

“I don’t mean any harm, it’s pretty hard to miss. I live in the woods, I see y’all nearly every night, you’ve got the reddish fur with the white tufts.” She pointed to Paul who didn’t respond, just stared with wide eyes. “ and you have grey fur, your tongues always out. The goofy one.” She nodded towards quill. “And you..” she smiled softly at Seth “the tiniest one, awfully cute if you don’t mind me saying.” Seth’s cheeks flamed bright red and he smiled bashfully.

Emily bit her lip

“I don’t understand..”

“You guys hang out outside my house all the time, don’t get wrong I was terrified at first but then I did some research. I know the stories and the legends, didn’t think it was real but I could tell from the moment I saw Sam.” Ellie shrugged, shifting on her feet, Jake could feel her breath on his back she was so close.

“and you’re not completely alarmed or concerned? Weirded out?” Embry questioned.

Ellie shrugged again

“I’m from Podunk down south, my moms brother married his sister and had 9 kids, nothing weirds me out anymore. Y’all haven’t done anything to make me worry, you do freak my dog out though.” She giggled. “I do have to go though, you let Sam know I hope he recovers quickly. It was nice meeting you all officially.” Her eyes twinkled adorably before her tiny white sneakers disappeared from the front door.

It was silent for a moment before Quill broke the air

“Damn she’s hot.”

“And cool.” Embry added

“And smart.” Seth beamed.

“And mine.” Jake turned towards his pack “Ellie is mine, you don’t touch her.” His tone was so severe and different than his normal, casual way of speaking that everyone stared dumbly at the serious boy in front of them.

Emily was the first to speak, her hands clapping together

“Oh my god! You’ve imprinted! I have to go tell Sam!” Emily practically sprinted from the room.

“Dude! Not fair, you got the hottest girl to ever step foot in La Push to be tied to you forever!” Embry slapped his shoulder

“The girl who just got attacked by vampires and is now walking the woods by herself.” Leah said dryly.

Jake was out the door in seconds flat.

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Break Her- Trailer

Jacob Black X OC

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Twilight AU chapter 1.

Break Her.

Emilys hollow screams ripped through the Rez, gut wrenching and ear piercing as Jacobs bare feet pounded the soil, his hands ripping branches from trees in a desperate attempt to reach the small woman currently howling bloody murder. He’d been by the water, contemplating, thinking when he heard the petrified cry for help, it took all of half a minute for him to realize it was Emily which by default meant it was Sam.

By the time he reached the Uley household he was almost the last of the pack to arrive, Paul and Jared were crouched by her side attempting to sooth her as she writhed on the ground in pain. Quill and Embry were beside Billy shouting over each other and Leah and Seth had arrived at about the same time as he did, the Elders were scattered amongst the chaos, eyes closed and focusing on something Jacob couldn’t quite see.

“Sam! It’s Sam! Someone please.. please! Help him! Find him! I.. oh god..” Emily cried, her hands clutching her stomach as she moaned in pain.

The imprint.

Every ounce of pain that Sam Uley was currently feeling was being played out right in front of them in his imprint, the only difference was Sams tolerance was much higher while Emily was small and possessed none of the wolf blood that was clearly keeping Sam going.

Billy spoke up from his place onthe porch

“He’s in the woods, you’ll have to go find him, take the entire pack, whatever is out there.. whatever’s doing this to him.. I want you all to be as careful as you can.. the danger that lurks..”

Jacob reached to pull his shirt from his body to phase before Seth ran in front of him

“Wait!” He called “look there.. I smell him! That’s Sam!”

A shadowy figure came forward from the trees, far too small to be Sam but Seth was right Jacob could smell Sam too.

“Stop right there.” Jacob barked “don’t move.” Embry and Quill had already phased and Jacob vaguely registered them growling from behind him.

A tiny blood spattered hand reached out from the row of pine trees

“I have..” it was a female and her voice was shaking “I have your friend.. I found your friend. You need to help him... please.”

Sure enough a beaten and bloody Sam was gently pushed from within the shadow of the woods by the tiny woman.

“They were.. they were going to eat him, I saw them..I just.. I can go.”

“No! No please!” Emily sobbed, still weak but regaining her Strength as Leah helped her stand. Paul rushed to Sams side and hoisted him over the shoulder and into the house followed by the elders as they rushed to heal him. “Come inside! Please please come inside!”

“I.. I can’t.” The fragile voice whispered.

Seth, who had been slowly making his way towards the woman in the woods, reached a hand out towards her before turning back to the pack

“She’s hurt. She’s bleeding” He whispered.

“I’m okay.. I’m.. I’m okay.” She spoke a bit louder now, more determined. Jacob could practically hear the fire and strong will in her tone.

“Darling, we have a nurse. We would all feel better if you came inside, let us take a look at you. Please.” Billy wheeled himself beside Jacob.

There was a moment of hesitation, she didn’t move from her spot hidden amongst the trees. Finally though,after what felt like hours she emerged from the woods.

And when she did.

Jacob Blacks world completely stopped.

His head went blurry and he stumbled backwards, light filtering through his eyes as the bloody brunette with the big brown eyes became the only thing he could see. She was beautiful and small and brave and she was his, all his. No one could take her away from him, she would never want for anything and she would be safe at all times. He wanted to scoop her up And hold her to his chest, never let go, take away the fear and pain in her eyes.

Imprint.

He had just imprinted on the one girl who had saved the Alpha of his pack.

Well Damn.

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Daryl Dixon x OC

All I’ve Ever Known

Fanfic: All I’ve Ever Known Ch 1, Walking Dead | FanFiction

She's a fighter.

A warrior.

A survivor.

She's also alone.

When the world stopped turning and the dead started living 24 year old Ellie Mitchell was left to make it through the carnage and destruction entirely on her own. It's been 2 years and Ellies never needed anything from anyone, when she finds 10 year old Sophia Pelletier hiding from walkers behind an old oak tree she knows that she has to help this little girl find her way home. She didn't expect to join forces with a one handed redneck and she especially didn't expect to fall for his handsome and incredibly protective baby brother.

Life has a way of showing you exactly what you've always needed.

That is if you open your eyes of course.

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Finding Family Part 2

•Daryl Dixon x OFC•

Everyone had been set up in guest rooms for their overnight stay at Georgetown  and after an incredibly tense meeting the future of trade between Alexandria and the prospering community still remained undecided.

"They're gonna say no. Not a chance in hell we're getting even a taste of this shit." Abraham sighed, his head resting against the LaZ boy recliner  in Ricks room for the night.

"We don't know that." Michonne argued.

"Sure we do, y'all saw the way they looked at the girl. I hurt their people bad, no way any of us are gonna be welcomed here after today." Merle chuckled dryly, he was trying to hide the guilt and disappointment he felt in himself and had Daryl not known him his entire life he might have mistaken it for carelessness.

"We should have left him at home. What good ever comes from bringing Merle Dixon anywhere?" Glenn grumbled and Maggie pat his thigh comfortingly.

"Michonnes right, We don't know yet. these people are very reasonable, I've spoken to them, they know me and besides Lily would never leave us out to dry. She isn't like that." Rick nodded firmly.

"That was before we turned our backs on her and let Merle stay after everything that happened. We betrayed that girl, if I was her I wouldn't give us a damn thing." Carol was perched on the edge of the bed, her eyes sad and slightly angry as she regarded Merle. The older woman's gaze wandered over to Daryl for just a split second and the underlying disappointment in the clear blue made his stomach hurt, he stood up and grabbed his crossbow from the floor.

"Goin for a walk." He grumbled, Merle stood to follow but Daryl was quick to turn to him and shake his head "alone." He bit out.

The halls of the community center at Georgetown we're huge, over 20 rooms on each floor. Charlie had explained that the community center was where most of the residents who didn't have family lived, they were single rooms and it provided a sense of family in one large building for the residents who preferred not to be alone in their own home. It also was the same building as the mess hall, and that's exactly where he heard the familiar voice he had missed and replayed over and over on his head for two full years.

"Thanks Nellie, you're our new best friend forever. We will remember this moment for when grey carries on my iconic legacy. you will have a special page in my autobiography." Lili backed out of the kitchen, the beautiful baby boy wrapped up in her arms and a pint of vanilla ice cream in his.

"It's just because I love you both." A grey haired  woman in an apron shooed them out of the kitchen and winked, blowing a kiss at the curly haired little boy waving back at her.

"And we love you." Lili turned back towards the cafeteria and the smile she had been wearing slipped from her features when her eyes met Daryl's.

God it hurt.

Swallowing thickly he willed his feet to march over to the two, awkwardly rubbing his neck when he was close enough.

"I was just checking the place out. S'nice." He mumbled, eyes involuntarily falling on the little boy with the the sandy blonde curls staring up at him.

"Yeah. We have a really great system going here. Good people too." Greyson wiggled in her arms and Lili looked down "words." She smiled softly, urging him to speak gently.

"Down." He whispered "pease." His smile was wide and goofy and so damn adorable it almost physically hurt Daryl.

Lili beamed with pride

"You got it love." She gently placed him on the floor and peeled the top of the container off, sticking a metal spoon in the sweet vanilla ice cream and ruffling his hair.

Daryl watched in wonder as Greyson lifted himself onto a cafeteria bench and began taking tiny but determined bites of the sugary dessert.

"He's a smart kid. Little to be doin' all that aint' he?"

Daryl turned his attention back to Lili who was smiling in complete adoration at the boy with the matching eyes.

"Grey is very advanced, we have a former pediatrician who works in our infirmary and she says she's never seen someone his age  grasp language skills quite as fast as Greyson." She finally pulled her eyes away from her son and looked at Daryl, he could practically see the pride in her smile.

"Gets it from you. Ya always we're good at talkin'"

For a moment when her blue eyes sparkle and her nose scrunches up, Daryl's taken back to five years ago stranded in that damn lake with an arrow through his side and a pretty blonde woman dragging him through the mud and asking "where in the holy hot hell" did he come from.

"That's about all he gets from me except the hair, I carried him around for nine months only for him to come out a splitting image of his father." She laughed quietly.

"Got my nose.. and my mamas eyes." Daryl whispered as they both stared at Greyson.

"And your lips. Not to mention he catches the Georgia sun like you wouldn't believe, five minutes outside and he's golden brown, just like you." She smiled.

"Got your hankerin' for the sweets though." Daryl offered chuckling when Greyson sent a spoonful of vanilla halfway across the room.

"And your tendency to leave a mess." Lili raised a brow and pulled a rag from her pocket, wiping the melted ice cream off of her sons cheeks.

"Beautiful though. Real beautiful." He whispered, his palms itched to touch his son, to see if he was real, if this was something that he had helped to create. There was no way any Dixon could ever make something so beautiful and perfect.

"Still carrying' around that crossbow huh?" Lili nodded towards his practically third arm.

"Sure am. Never gettin' rid of her." He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked.

"Don't I know it." The beautiful blonde smiled fondly at the weapon that had saved her life more times than she could count "I'm still sticking to my knives, although I don't get out much to use em. I stay inside the walls mainly, take care of the sick and injured."

"Sounds nice, ya were meant for that. Made to help people." Daryl clarified, tracing her features with his eyes, memorizing every new scar and freckle, every laugh line, the last time he had seen her she had been bruised and swollen beyond recognition. The image of Dwight carrying her near lifeless body out of the saviors compound was forever burned in his mind.

"Sometimes I miss it out there, the adrenaline, the chase." Lili sighed before shaking her head and smiling at her son "but I can't take risks like that anymore, not unless I have too. Grey needs his mom. last week I went on a run because we needed specific medications and I left him with Dwight for two days, I came back covered in walker blood and Greyson just threw himself at me. I had to give him two baths just to get all that funk out of his hair." She giggled, scrunching her nose at the memory.

"He's a good boy." Daryl caught her sea green eyes and stared longingly at the woman he loved more than anything in this world.

"The best." She nodded, a sadness filtering across her face.

"Miss you every damn day." Daryl whispered, the words heart breakingly honest.

"You made a choice." Lili whispered back, wrapping her arms around her body tight, shielding herself from the one person who could ever truly hurt her.

"It was the wrong choice, I know that now," his voice broke, shadowed eyes dark and lost.

"It's too late now. You can't take it back.. you made your choice, you chose him."

"He's my brother." Daryl begged, he needed her to understand, no matter how impossible it was and how wrong it was he wanted her to understand.

"He's a monster." Lilis eyes filled with tears that she desperately tried to blink back "the things he did to me.. I can't.. when he was strangling me.. breaking my ribs all I could think about was getting back to you. I thought I was going to die and I didn't want to do that to you, I wanted to live for you. And then I came back to you, I fought for you only for you to allow that man back in our home, to sleep on the same floor as I did, to eat where I ate."

If it was possible Daryl could feel his heart cracking in his chest, the pain almost unbearable.

"I loved you with everything I had and I fought for you, I would have done anything for you and you gave up on me. You traded me in for your brother." She whispered, her voice far away.

"He's my family Lili." It sounded pathetic even to his own ears.

"And he's mine." Lili raised her voice, throwing her hand out to the little boy who was now curiously listening to the conversation and smiling up at the two adults as they turned to look at him.

"He's mine too." Daryl tried.

The woman before him narrowed her eyes and shook her head

"No.. no he isn't. You gave that claim up the second you let me walk out the doors of Alexandria. You made a decision, I told you when I left that there was no coming back from it and I meant that. Merle is your family. Greyson is mine."

"Lil please, I have too..."

"You're all going to be able to trade here, I told Charlie that you were all good people, that the past was the past and it had nothing to do with helping your people. You'll get what you need and then you can go, I don't want you bringing that man back to my home. By the time I put Greyson to sleep tomorrow I want to forget you both were ever here." With that Lili picked up Greyson and walked straight out of the mess hall doors leaving a broken hearted Daryl Dixon staring after the love of his life and their son.

It couldn't end like this.

He wouldn't let it.

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Finding Family

"Family is not an important thing.

It's everything."

"I've never seen anything like it before in my life. They have this wall and it's all concrete, and then the crops and live stock! everything is so meticulously organized, their armory is stocked in ways you couldn't even imagine." Rick rambled, ducking beneath a low hanging branch as the rest of the group followed behind. They'd been on the road for over 11 hours when Rick had finally instructed them all to pull over through the walkie.

It was nearing close to another hour since they had all started walking through the poorly shaded woods, the Atlanta sun burning their skin and stray walkers hiding in the brush. Daryl had never seen this part of Atlanta before and he couldn't help but be impressed with how well this supposed "miracle community" was hidden.

"If I hear bout' this damn Georgetown one more time, I'm throwin' him all the way there." Merle grumbled from beside him, cutting down the far too tall grass with the chiseled saw he called a hand.

"Just keep ya mouth shut and keep ya eyes on the path." Daryl hissed at his brother, moving to walk a few feet ahead. Their relationship was beyond strained and some days it was worse than others, there was a deep seeded resentment amongst the two brothers, most days Daryl couldn't even look Merle in the eyes.

Everyone knew the reason why.

"Are we almost there?" Glenn panted, leaning into the hand Maggie was massaging his achey neck with.

"Almost." Rick promised.

"They gonna see us comin'? Ain't gonna attack or nothin'?" Daryl fell into step with Rick.

"No. They seem to be good people, they know I'm bringing my people to talk. I've only spoken to their leader Charlie and a few of the residents, it was Charlie's idea to bring you all for a visit. He wants to see the type of People Alexandria produces." Rick explained.

"So best behavior folks!" Abraham chuckled and slapped Eugene on the shoulder sending the mulleted man stumbling into Carol and Michonnes backs.

Carol whipped around and raised a brow at Eugene, Michonne laughed as the socially awkward man scrambled back to Abraham's side with wide, frightened eyes.

Almost half an hour later the sounds of muffled voices broke through the silence of the woods, Rick hadn't been lying , the concrete wall that blocked the community from the outside wall was incredible and large and so tall there it seemed to tower over even the tallest oak tree lining the woods.

"Holy shit." Jesus stopped abruptly, his jaw practically on the floor as he stared up at the dark grey, smooth concrete slab.

"That's unbelievable." Carol whispered

"Carl's going to be so mad he missed this." Michonne added

"Rosita too." Sasha stepped forward and pressed her hand against the wall tugging Tyreese alongside it.

Merle elbowed Daryl in the ribs and grinned

"Looks like that old burned down factory we used to store our huntin stuff in' with the cracked concrete and tall ass walls."

"Yeah. S'also where you started sellin' the meth and damn near got me killed by a tweaker." Daryl mumbled, dodging another elbow from Merle.

Wasn't that always how it was? Every good thing daryl had ever had was tainted by Merle's reckless and stupid behavior. It was that way then and it hadn't changed, it never would.

The heavy welded doors opened slowly in front of all of them and out stepped an older man who was so tall even Tyreese had to look up to catch his eyes.

"Hello Alexandria, I'm so happy you all could make it. The ride here was smooth I assume? No trouble?"

Rick stepped forward, extending his hand to the stranger and grinning.

"No trouble at all. Thank you again for giving us the opportunity to say our piece, and Thank-you for giving my people a chance. I know how difficult it is to trust someone you hardly know, especially in this world."

Rick would have been one hell of a politician if the world hadn't gone to shit, it was amazing to see the easy way he talked to anyone and everyone never giving away even a piece of himself.

"Well of course, of course. Come on in then, you never know what's lurking in these woods." The man Daryl assumed was Charlie ushered them all inside the walls of the community, signaling to a group of men on top of the walls to close the doors.

It wasn't real.

There was absolutely no way something as prospering and lively and god damn beautiful could exist in the world they lived in now. Behind the walls of Georgetown was row after row of blooming and blossoming crops, farm animals grazed behind fenced fields, families tended to the fields and satellite panels stood tall on poles surrounding the beautifully kept homes. There were children playing and mothers knitting on porches, men were lugging lumber though the sidewalks and someone to Daryl's left was patching up the roof of a tiny yellow cottage.

"I told you." Rick whispered in his ear "I've never seen anything like it."

Neither had Daryl, not in this life or his last.

It felt welcoming and clean and homey..

It felt safe.

Maggie was the first to speak

"This place is beautiful, it's like a different world. I can't believe how much food y'all have! And the protection from the barriers and fences.. it's truly amazing."

Charlie smiled proudly

"Yes, we've worked very hard to achieve all that we have. But Rick tells me you've all worked hard as well. I'd heard of the saviors from passing travelers, fortunately we never encountered any at Georgetown. We're far too hidden to be found, of course we do have a plan of action in place should the time come we're threatened." His tone held a hint of a warning and Daryl felt Merle shift uncomfortably beside him, he got all fidgety when the saviors were mentioned. Daryl just got nauseous.

"You said we'd be able to meet more of your people? Not that I'm in any place to rush you but clearly we can see how well this place is run and I think we're all curious as to who's behind it." Rick smiled brightly and nudged Michonne until she was smiling just as wide.. albeit a bit more awkwardly.

"Well to be fair every single person who lives within the walls of our community is responsible for the progress and safety of our home. But if you mean my counsel, let me introduce you." The taller man pulled a walkie from his utility belt

"Hey team, meet in the corridor. Emergency meeting."

A chorus of jumbled

"Okay... got it.. be there in a sec."

sounded through the device.

"I haven't told them I was bringing you in, they would all be too anxious. They're going to be the deciding factors on whether I agree to the trade so I feel it's important they look at this with fresh eyes. It's better they don't have time to think on it." Charlie winked.

"I was in the shower. Someone better be dead."

A petite woman with short hair and tattooed arms came sprinting down the steps of the large white building that Daryl and his group were standing in front of. She was beautiful but the way her eyes landed on Michonne and lingered for just a moment too long made it fairly obvious she would not be interested in Rick, Daryl, Merle or anyone of that particular gender.

"You were in the shower? I was in dreamland. I was out all night scoping for walkers, you said I could sleep in." A mammoth sized man with a scarred face and dark blue eyes followed the smaller woman, trailing after her and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Charlie chuckled and shook his head

"These are a few of the people I wanted you to meet. They've come looking to trade with us, I wanted them to come by and meet you before we get into any details." He explained.

The tattooed woman reached a hand out to Michonne and the huge blue eyed man instantly reached for a high five from Rick

"I'm Tucker and that's Ruby. I run construction and head most of the supply runs, Ruby runs the armory she knows everything there is to know about guns so if you guys think you can ever get one over on her you're sorely mistaken." Tucker's laugh filled the air before he clapped a hand onto Glenn's shoulder nearly drilling him to the ground with the force of his grip. Merle snorted and Daryl had to fight to keep the smile off of his face.

"Aidan is tied up in the kitchen right now, he's got to get lunch out before we hit the road for our next run. He said he'd come by after."

Charlie nodded in understanding before turning towards The front doors of the white building again

"Where's Lil, I thought I heard her say..."

"I'm here! Sorry I got stuck with stitches on an eight year old not fun at a.."

Daryl's head snapped forward at that voice, he knew that voice, could pick it out of a million people. He never thought he would hear it again.. he never thought....

"LiliAnna?!?" Maggie practically squealed, dropping her weapons and running towards the blonde currently staring slack jawed at the group standing in front of her.

"Maggie?" She choked, falling back onto the steps of the stairs as the short haired brunette tackled her to the ground, squeezing her tight and rambling in her ear.

"I can't believe it's you! It's been almost two years! Look at you! You look amazing! I've missed you so much!" She babbled, tears leaking from her eyes as she held tight to her former best friend.

"I've missed you too." LiliAnna whispered, cupping Maggie's face and dropping her forehead to hers. When Maggie finally stepped away Rick was there to take her place, wrapping his arms around LiliAnna and smiling

"I had no idea you lived here? I've been back and forth for the past few weeks and I haven't seen you once." He pulled away and gave her a once over for injuries, Daryl had seen him do it countless times and it made his heart ache to see the familiarity playing out right before his eyes.

"I run Medical here, I'm The head nurse and we had a bit of an accident on our last run. I've been tending to the injured all month trying to get them back on their feet.. not to mention how busy I am typically." LiliAnna smiled softly before squeezing ricks hand and turning to greet the rest of the group, lingering a little longer on carol and wiping the older woman's tears with the sleeve of her jacket, they had always had a special bond.

"I feel like I'm missing something here." Ruby scratched her head.

"Ditto." Tucker shrugged, smiling at all of the happy faces "doesn't matter much though, look how happy they are. Can't bottle that up."

LiliAnna hugged Abraham one last time before finally turning towards Daryl.

"Daryl Dixon." She smiled softly, her eyes slightly misty with tears.

"Lili." He breathed, the name coming out no louder than a whisper. She looked beautiful, if possible even more so than he had ever seen her. Her long blonde hair was left loose at her shoulders, sky blue eyes big and bright on her sun kissed face. She was still too skinny, she always forgot to eat and it drove Daryl crazy, she was always too busy looking out for everyone else she often forgot about herself. But still she was beautiful, perfect. Except for..

There was a jagged light pink scar that stretched from the temple of her right eye all the way down to the corner of her top lip and when she walked towards him she walked with a limp, it wasn't all that noticeable but Daryl could see it, he'd memorized it as she walked away two years ago.

"Didn't think I'd ever see ya face again." He swallowed.

"Didn't think you would either." She answered honestly, her eyes were just as warm and beautiful as he remembered and her skin looked just as soft, he reached a hand out to touch her cheek when suddenly the shadow of a figure covered his back.

Almost as if she had been burned Lili flinched away, eyes casting over Daryl's shoulder and narrowing dangerously before she stumbled backwards and away from him. Daryl whipped around to see Merle standing directly behind him, eyes wide and apologetic when He noticed Daryl's hand still raised.

"Sorry little brother.. I didn't think."

"Ya never think." Daryl growled, harshly turning away from the man who had single handedly destroyed his happiness more times than he could count.

"LiliAnna! We gotta show you something."

Someone was coming towards them from a few feet away. Daryl couldn't make out the face yet but the voice sounded strangely familiar.

"That's D." Charlie explained "he's part of our combat group.. teaches our residents how to defend themselves."

D...

Dwight.

Sure enough the mangled man came rushing forward, a child in his arms with wild blonde curls and bright blue eyes, a huge smile on the child's face.. the kid couldn't be older than a year and he looked nothing like Dwight.. actually he looked more like..

"Mama!"

Mama? Did that mean..

"Hi sweet boy! How was your nap? Did Uncle D keep you up again?" LiliAnna reached for the baby in Dwight's arms and cradled him to her chest pressing sloppy kisses all over his cheek while he giggled and squirmed.

"You have a baby?" Michonne let the severe sharpness of her features lessen for just a moment as she stared at the mother and her child.

"I do. His names Greyson and he just tuned one." She smiled proudly.

"Oh my god Hershel Jr. just found himself a new best friend." Maggie tugged in Glenn's sleeve in excitement and even the lanky Korean couldn't keep the smile off of his face. LiliAnnas eyes softened immediately and she grinned

"It was a boy?" She asked Maggie.

"It sure was.. just like your little angel." Maggie moved forward to squeeze the chubby little ones cheeks. Rick was talking to Charlie and the rest of the group was either admiring Greyson or asking Ruby and Tucker questions.

"You see it don't you?" Merle asked from his space beside Daryl.

"See what?" Daryl refused to take his eyes off of the baby in LiliAnnas arms.

"Those are mamas eyes." Merle chuckled making Daryl snap his head towards his older brother.

"What?"

Merle shook his head at his brothers obliviousness

"That boys a Dixon through and through."

Dwight's body stiffened at the sound of Merle's voice, he whipped around and drew his gun the instant his eyes caught sight of Merle.

"Woah!" Ruby shouted

Everyone turned towards the commotion and Charlie rushed towards Dwight

"D, what are you doing.. these people are our guests.. you can't just pull your.."

"Guests?!" Dwight scoffed "why the hell is he in our camp?! Why would you let him in here!"

LiliAnna handed Greyson off to Maggie and moved to stand beside Dwight, placing her hand in his arm she spoke quickly

"It's okay.. I'm okay. It's fine Dwight, put the gun down"

"Are they here to do business? They want to trade? Fat chance!" Dwight kept his gun trained on Merle but spoke directly to Charlie "you cannot let these people in here, you cannot do business with them. They took in that.. that monster." His hands were shaking around the trigger of his rifle and Daryl couldn't move, his feet frozen to the spot. Merle seemed to be in the same position because he hadn't even drawn his gun yet.

"What did he do? What's going on LiliAnna?" Tucker came to stand behind Dwight as back up and Ruby soon followed, her hands tight on her pistol.

"He.. it was the past.." She whispered, her eyes darting to her son behind her.

Suddenly images flooded Daryl's brain.

Dwight carrying a nearly lifeless Lili through the smoke and ash, her face so bruised and bloody it was almost unrecognizable.

The screaming. Her cries of pain and desperation as Hershel attempted to stitch her up and set her bones.

Her wide, terrified eyes when she looked up at him from the cot as Hershel relocated her shoulder

"Merle." She had croaked "it was Merle."

"I'll tell you what happened." Dwight growled, the click of his trigger sounding through the almost silent air "that bastard beat Lil to death and made me watch. She survived because she's stronger than all of us but he was trying to kill her... slowly.. he wanted her to feel it."

Daryls eyes met Lilis from across the field.

She looked him dead in the eye for just a moment before she raced over to Maggie, scooped up Greyson and rushed back up the stairs to the big building.

Charlie cleared his throat and placed a hand on Dwight's raised Gun.

"It looks like we may have more to discuss."

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“I didn’t ask for that.. I didn’t ask for any of that!” Luna whispered frantically, her hands gripping the chains of the fence so tight the wire poked at her skin just enough to draw blood.

“I didn’t say ya did.. I fuckin know ya didn’t.” Daryl growled, ripping her hands free from the sharp wired edges and covering them with his own. “Ya didn’t have to ask, I didn’t do it cause a you.” The words slipped from his lips in nothing more than a frustrated hiss, his anger only rising when she ripped her hands free of his grasp.

“I don’t need you to come looking for me when I’m gone. If I’m gone then I’m gone.. I don’t need you to save me!” Pieces of her dark hair had fallen from the mess of curls she’d piled on top of her head, she swung her bow and arrow behind her tense shoulders and backed away, wild eyes looking around and searching for the nearest exit. She was quick but Daryl was quicker, instantly reaching out for her and capturing her wrist in his grasp.

“It ain’t about you!” He shouted, much louder than she’d ever heard the quiet hunter speak.. his volume firmly planting her feet to the ground as she stared up at him with disbelieving eyes

“Course it’s about me! You went looking for me! You risked your life in those storms for me! Who else would it be about?!”

Daryl released her wrists and stepped back, one hand landing butterfly soft on the desperately confused woman’s cheek and the other one shoved in the pocket of his jeans as he stared at her in a way she’d never seen before in her life...

“Me... s’all about me. Can’t live here without ya... gotchu under my skin and I can’t get ya out.. s’why I went lookin’ it ain’t about you. Too damn selfish for that shit.”

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“Wait!”

This time it was Beth, she ran towards the fence.. Hershel reaching to pull her back but she was too quick, her hands clutching the rings of the fence..

“That’s.. it’s..”

Almost as if time slowed down, the figure moved closer, pushing back her hood revealing matted dark curls and wild black eyes.

“Luna.” Daryl whispered.

“Oh my god.” Carol gasped, her hand now covering her trembling mouth.

“Well I’ll be damned.” Merle chuckled, his voice choked up.

“Luna!” Rick and nick both shouted at the same time, rushing past the gate and pulling her inside.. Daryl wanted to run to her but his feet seemed to be stuck to the grass, he couldn’t move.. could barely see her against the heavy rain whipping his face and plastering his long hair to his skin. It wasn’t until Merle shoved him forward with a muffled “Go you asshole.” That he felt himself moving towards her.

Her eyes were focused solely on his when he finally managed to make it to her side, basically ripping her from Ricks arms. she was skinny, pale, bruised and there was a glazed kind of dullness to her eyes.

“Luna?” Daryl wrapped his arms around her waist, her weight now entirely against his as she slumped into him, her eyes flicked to his for a moment, recognition in them as she whispered with a weak smile

“Hey there partner.”

And then she was gone, body unconscious in his arms as he sunk to his knees cradling her face in his hands

“Luna?!” He called out desperately “Luna! Come on, open your eyes” tears were leaking from his own eyes, pent up and long overdue.

Hershel was at his side in an instant

“She’s dehydrated and she’s injured.. we have to get her inside.. she needs fluids.”

Daryl hefted up the featherlight woman in his arms, moving past everyone with a speed he didn’t even know possible, his own body blocking the rain from touching her broken skin.

“S’alright baby... almost there.. almost home. Ya made it.. ya made it home to ya son.. to us.. to me. Ain’t losin you now baby.”

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