F*ck oneshots I say as I write a new chapter to the previous one. I just had this idea so I decided to put it to paper so to say. In case you want me to continue I'll will do so but only by demand since I am not very motivated to write right now as I am out of ideas. In case you want to read more and have requests on what you want to see and how you want me to develop the realationships between the characters then feel free to tell me or ask me on my tumblr: . Remember that I am trying to keep the characters as close to the original ones as possible, so if you want more explicit content, then I'll have to write a separate fic.
Excuse the mistakes and enjoy!
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The next day was no better. Sure thing Emma had someone to calm her down, but that someone was also incredibly unnerving and had been pushing her to the edge and she was both thankful to Mark's presence the night before and both intimidated by it. She had found it pretty hard to fall alseep in someone's arms, especially if that someone was your parabatai's brother, who you were pretend dating.
She was worried that if she moved, she would wake him up; the same went for him as well. In the end they both didn't get enough sleep and decided it was better to let it go by the time the sun rose and the bright rays of sunlight came in Emma's room.
She went straight for a jog and Mark left for his room. Maybe he was going to get some quality sleep since he was kind to stay with her and not getting sleep himself. She was thankful to him for what he was doing for her. He was actually hurting his beloved little bother, blindly following her pleads and doing anything she asked of him. She knew she had to repay him somehow. Even though it was him who was repaying her, she felt indepted to him.
Emma had breakfast by herself. Good, she thought. Better be alone for a bit longer. She had classes today with Diana in the library. More like meeting about the recent events in the Institute. All the Blackthorns did have classes today, including Prefect Diego, who seemed to be enjoying his stay here at the LA Institute. Especially the company of Cristina.
It was hard enough to stay awake while having breakfast, now Emma felt like the claws of a demon where pulling her toward wonderland. The crueler and bloodier version of it, but still wonderland, where she would sleep on a nice, soft, warm bed. She had stucked her head between all her notes and books opened before her, when Diana came in front of her and threw a book on the table. Emma straightened herself on the spot and woke up for a few seconds.
''Late again last night?'' Diana asked raising an eyebrow.
''Couldn't sleep.'' she told her and felt immediatley Julian's eyes on her. He knew that she sometimes looked like that after coming late or early in the morning back home after being out with Cameron or someone else. The fact that she couldn't sleep meant she had nightmares. He knew that much. He knew her better then she knew herself.
''Emma if you want to talk-''
''You are never there.'' Emma cut her off rudely and Diana seemed hurt. ''I'm sorry but it seems to me that when we need you the most, you're not here. You're the last person I will tell anything.''
Okay she was making a drama out of the situation, but she was so grumpy and sleep deprived she couldn't control herself. Plus it wasn't as if she wasn't lying. Diana was worse then Church when it came to support and a shoulder to cry on, at least that judgy, gray fluffly, bastard was there when she felt down and insecure.
''And what about you?'' Diana asked Mark, seeing that there was no point to argue with an angry Emma and pulled a book beneath his ellbow and he almost hit his head into the table. It was just now that Emma noticed he was sleeping and was looking just as messed up as her. If not a bit worse. Her morning jog and cold shower had woken her up a little, but Mark's dark cirlcles under his eys were clearly visible.
''Coulnd't sleep.'' He said groggily.
''I swear to the Angel if both of you went out and did who knows what and I am going to have to take responsibilty, I will put a 24/7 supervison on both of you.''
Emma could feel Jualn tensing up, just by the mention of her and Mark being together.
''Well, it will be a first to take care of our mess now, won't it?'' Emma asked sarcastically.
''Look, I know what happened was hard on you. On all of you.'' She said finally turning herself to everyone. ''I am sorry I wasn't there from the beginning to the end, but I was there, I was supporting you. I just have my reasons for doing it that way.''
''Whatver you say.'' Emma told her and Diana dismissed today's meeting. It seemed to be enough for all of them.
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''Can I have a word with you Em?''
This is how I go down, Emma thought to herself and let out a sigh and went after Julian who was seeking privacy. They went outside, on the front steps of the Institute.
''What is going on with you?'' He asked a bit angrier than worried. It was a surprise, but given what he was told a week ago, that she doesn't love him and the fact that he was now seeing her in the presence of his bother, sure made him angrier than worried.
''Bad sleep, that's all.'' She said and shrugged.
''Are you okay? Emma we should talk.''
''We are talking now.''
''I mean about us.''
''There is nothing to say. I told you what I felt a week ago. You are my parabatai and it should stay that way. Let's not make things any worse.''
''Emma we-'' he broke off when he realised his voice was a bit hectic and loud. He pulled Emma to the side and started off with a whisper. ''We slept together!'' He said amazed by the whole event that had taken place a few weeks ago.
''And it was a mistake!'' Emma whispered back.
''You love me Emma, I know you love me.'' He said it like he needed to hear it from her mouth. To hear her confirm it.
''Of course I do.'' She said with pain in her chest. ''You are my parabatai, you've always been there for me and taken care of me!''
''No I mean in a different way. In a way you've never loved before.''
''No, Julian. You are lying to yourself. If you think that by sleeping with you I love you, then that means I love Cameron and other people I've shared a bed with.''
This was it. This was pretty much the final blow she could deliver to him. She saw his face change and she felt the pain he felt around his heart. It was so painful and agonizing to see him like this. To be the cause of his suffering even when it meant good.
He probaly knew that she and Cameron were pretty close and intimate to each other, but she was sure he didn't want to have it confirmed. To hear that she had slept with somebody already and probably other people as well. It was one thing to think and assume, but it was totally different to know the facts about someone you loved.
''What about Mark?'' His voice hoarse, his eyes pinned to the ground. He couldn't look her in the eye. He couldn't look at her and hear what he was about to hear. It was painful enough already.
''What about him?'' Emma played stupid.
''Don't pretend. You know what I mean. You're spending way too much time together.''
''Am I not allowed to? Plus we've always been close to each other.''
''But not like this."
''Like what?'' She insisted.
''Like you love him!'' he shouted and Emma froze. Seems like there was another final blow to deliver. ''Aren't you going to deny it?'' Julian asked her impatiently.
Emma rubbed her temples and tuned around and walked away a few stapes from Jualian. This was going to be hard. It was hard already, but this was taking a new turn.
''Em!'' She heard the pleading in his voice and tried her best not to break into tears. It was all too much for her. For him. For both of them and for Mark. She turned around and looked at him.
''I do love him. I love you all. I can't deny it. I love Cristina, I love the kids, I love Diana. Perfect Diego is another story, but I don't hate him … yet.'' She had a feeling he was about to do something stupid and hurt Cristina and she felt obliged to break his arms and legs, pin him to a wall and gut him while still alive.
''You know what I mean Em.'' He told her, his face and voice tired as if he was the one who didn't get enough sleep.
''I-''
''Let's go swimming!'' Tavvy burst out the front door of the Institute, Drusila behind him running towards the beach. The twins followed, Ty practically dragged by Livvy and Kit behind them with Christina and Diego, who seemed to be a big help for him. Mark came out as last and stopped to look at Emma and Julian.
''Wanna go for a swim?'' He said trying to sound more human than faerie and held his towel with one hand across his shoulder.
''I hate the water.'' Emma told him. ''But I will come with you to the beach as long as you leave me there and don't bother me.''
''Jeez you sound like Ty.'' He said and followed the others.
Emma was about to follow him when Julian took her hand and sharply turned her toward him and pulled her close to him, his grip strong on her hand, his eyes furious.
''Tell me!'' He hissed.
''Don't make a scene now that someone can see us, and let me go.'' He let her go, but was still standig close to her, invading her private space.
''Is it Mark?'' He asked her.
''What makes you think it's Mark?''
''You're different around him. You blush and act like a girl who is actaully-'' He let out a sigh and bent his head down, his fingers instantly in his hair, grabbing and pulling at it angrily. ''Like you are in love.'' His voice broke in a tiny whisper and Emma's heart actually skipped a beat. She felt his pain all too good and it was hard to act tough and desinterested.
And beside it all, Emma coulnd't believe that he was actually buying all this. It appaered jelousy and delusion was stronger than the eyes of love, but then again he saw what she wanted him to see. She let out a sigh herself and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
After not getting a response or any kind of reaction from her, Julian raised his eyes back to hers and had to actually note that she was avoiding his gaze and looked rather flushed by their conversation.
''I'm right, aren't I?'' He asked and she could hear anger building in his voice. Emma didn't answer and refused to look at him.
''Answer me Emma.'' He asked more forceful and Emma just shook her head and turned around, ready to leave him and go back in the Institute, but before she even got that chance Julian got her by the elbow and spun her roughly toward him, pulling her closer to him while grasping her hand. He was surprised to see tears in her eyes. His face suddenly changed to more gentle features and Emma was mad at herself for not being able to hold up an act. She was so busted right now, but she decided to give it a chance. One last chance before he actually caught her red handed.
''Yes.'' She said and her voice trembled. She was a horrible liar. In fact she was no lair at all.
''Yes what?'' Julian asked obviously having forgotten what they were talking about. He was shoked seeing Emma so vulnerable and so hurt, with actual tears in her eyes. That was not his Emma.
''It's always been Mark, Jules. Always.'' She said while looking into his eyes. She saw how something inside them changed, how something died as if somebody turned a light off. There was a long silence and then his expression changed to a disgusted one. He let her go and stormed down the steps. It worked. He actually believed her. This time he actually couldn't tell that she was lying.
Emma tuned her back to the beach and decided to go behind the Institute, near the small desert where she could be alone for a moment. She sat on the stone railing, which was also a side wall to the stairs which led down to the beach. It was not long after, when Mark showed up and stood in front of her carefully studying her.
''What happened up here?'' He asked her and came a step closer.
''I told Jules about us. He believed it.''
''Why do you sound so dissapointed by it? So hurt?''
''Because he knows me so well and he always knows when I am lying and now... now he believed me.'' Emma was staring at her plams which where sprayed across her lap and didn't realize that Mark was actually getting closer to her. Only when he pulled her slighlty by the hair did she lift her eyes to meet his and immediately regreted it. He saw there were tears in them and his expression changed to a concerned one. Emma looked down before he could do anything more.
''Why?'' He asked softly and gently. She knew the full question. Why are you crying? Why are you hurt? Why are you not telling me more? Emma shooke her head. She was afraid the moment she spilled the beans,it will be the moment she will break into tears and she was not beautiful when she cried. Nobody was. She used her privacy to cry and then went on to conquer the world and kill some demons.
''Emma.'' He said more persistently. Emma stood still and hoped he will leave her alone if she didn't answer him. Contrary to that, he put his arms on the railing, on each side of her and leaned in closer. Emma pushed herself back in order to escape the cage he made around her with his arms, but instead made more space for him to come closer to her, now that her legs where not extended in front of her, but instead agains the stone wall, Mark was able to come closer to her, pushing her further back.
''Don't do that.'' She said shyly.
''Why not?'' He was obviously amused by her reaction.
''There is nobody to see us now anyways so no need for us to display unnecessary closeness.'' She lifeted her head to his and was surprised by how close he was leaning into her. It was unnerving and intimidating.
''Actually there is.'' He said. ''Ty has been sitting under that huge umbrella and has been observing me and the kids. He is the brains of the group and I am pretty sure we need him to believe us as much as Julian believes you are falling in love with me.''
''And you're suggesting by invading my private space he'll belive us.'' Emma remarked with a snort. It was amazing how Mark worked on her mood and actually helped her get herself together. Intentionally or not, he was a big help right now, well not it that position, but still.
''If you stopped pulling yourself away from me then it might as well work.'' He was kinda right. Emma was trying to escape his cage by leaning backwards and he was leaning deeper into her and if this went on, soon she'd be lying on top of the railing and he will be on top of her. She knew this was going to be a scandalous sight for anyone from the Institute, so she stopped her attempts to 'run' away. Instead she looked at him and noticed the shape of his eyes, the intense color of both eyes, his pale lashes, the same color as his soft, curly hair. She looked at the shape of his delicate nose, his cheekbones and then his lips. His rosy lips, who looked soft and sweet. She wondered if they tasted as sweet as she saw them. She shooke off the thought, but it seemed that he was reading her mind as he was already leaning in to kiss her.
Emma caught her breath and froze. Mark stopped an inch in front of her lips before making sure she was fine with what he was about to do. After that he leaned in and kissed her full on the mouth. She was so surprised and overwhelmed by the sensation his kiss send through her body, that she frantically searched for support and ended up putting her hands on top of his, which were encaging her. Mark put more pressure to the kiss and moved his lips against her. They were indeed soft. Very soft and very foreign. It felt as if she was kissing a creature out of this world, something magical and new. She was sure it was that wildness he carried inside of him. His faerie heritage.
She wasn't sure how much access she was supposed to give him, or if she should initiate anything, but she did opened her mouth slightly out of reflex. He took this as encouragment and deepend the kiss even dared to lick her lower lip. Emma squeezed his hands and returned the pressure he was putting on her and pushed against him. She was now fully responding to his kiss, but the moment he tried to involve more tongue and to place himself between her legs she whimpered and pulled back sharply.
They both seemed to have lost themselves to the kiss and its sensation and looked rather disconnected to the reality. Confusion was written on both of their faces as if they were just waking up from a dream. This has deffinetly taken them way too far then it had been needed.
''I'm sorry.'' Marked apologized and let Emma go. He meant it. He obviously didn't want to go that far, but ended up going further then his intentions.
''It's okay.'' Emma felt her cheeks burning and put both of her palms on them in an attepmt to cool them off. Mark stepped back and Emma got on her feet and went back to the Insitute without giving him another look, without turning back. She was way out of her mind to think and handle straight.
If anyone else was more shocked and stunned then both of them and their kiss then it deffnetely was Ty, who found himself incapable of turning his eyes away when he saw his brother kissing Emma, even though he knew it was a form of violating their private time together, even if they didn't know he was watching. He just couldn't. He found this kind of affection, this kind of relationship and closeness to another human being strange and weird and interesting.
He was amazed by the side his brother was showing, by his desire and Emma responding to him. Maybe this was a good thing, he tought. Maybe this way Mark will stay for sure and there was nobody else to take him away from them, now that he was showing this kind of affection towards Emma. Now that he was opening to someone like this.