I do not own Marvel, Spider-Man, or any other characters associated with the franchise – just Hayley my OC.
NOTE: Ok, so now that Harry is becoming stronger and the Goblin weaker, I'm now assigning italics for when the Goblin speaks instead of Harry, because the Goblin is now becoming the inner voice. It'll become clearer below but I hope I don't confuse you all and you understand the change in font thing :D
After the redhead had left, Harry sat down in front of his mirror, like he had numerous times before. What was different however was that he could finally see that the hideousness that plagued him was starting to disappear. Peter forcing his hand in using the serum had hopefully not done any long-term permanent damage. It was encouraging for Harry, he felt more confident, relieved that he no longer looked like a monster.
"Confident? You? HA!" mocked the Goblin.
"Look, if what Hayley said was true, then you and me are one and the same! We should be working together!"
"Ginge has some extraordinary theories! Besides, you couldn't bring yourself to kiss her, coward!"
"What, and have her never treat us again? We have to be more suave than that. Wooing a lady takes sophistication and tact, which you know nothing about," Harry bit back, "Besides, you keep getting in the way."
"Me? I do everything you can't do! Won't do!" exclaimed the Goblin feeling irritated at Harry's sudden newfound certainty.
"Then why didn't you kiss her? Exactly, you know I'm right!" Harry retorted, crossing his arms in triumph. "If we are ever going to have a chance with Hayley, and I mean a real chance, then we can't stay in Ravencroft."
"Go on…" The Goblin's interest sparked, curious now.
"We need to get our revenge on Spider-Man and we can't do it in this cell! If we are to ever get released from here then we have to appear as if we have been rehabilitated. They will never release the Goblin back into New York, but Harry Osborn, the rightful CEO of OsCorp, well, they just might."
"The only way of escape is for Ginge to proclaim us sane, well, and rehabilitated, correct?" the Goblin questioned, slowly coming round to Harry's way of thinking.
"Exactly! As soon as we are free, we can make plans to eliminate Peter, take back control of OsCorp and find a cure to our curse!"
"And then Ginge will be ours!"
Smirking in agreement with his Id in the mirror, Harry nodded,"Then Hayley will be mine."
It was eight in the evening; Hayley had finally decided to do some grocery shopping with the little money she had, conscious that Mr Boothroyd's rent deadline was looming. Therefore the only objects she had in her shopping bags were three big bottles of Pepsi, twenty Pot Noodles and a rather withered looking bunch of grapes – her standard daily menu for the next two weeks. The other foods she had at home were Cornflakes and some limes; as a member of the medical community, Hayley knew that her eating habits were abnormal but hard times called for desperate measures! Its not like her wages could afford much more when there was double rent to pay, plus bills. Her bags seemed heavier than usual, maybe a subconscious reflection of the many issues weighing on her mind.
Either way, after walking a good mile from her local grocery store, Hayley was practically dragging the bags on the sidewalk; her spindly arms just couldn't take the load. She was stood outside her apartment block catching her breath underneath a lamppost. The thought of having to climb five flights was really not Hayley's idea of fun. Sighing, she leaned against the post trying to relax her body and conserve her strength. It was then that Hayley felt like she was being watched. The street was practically dead, bar a few taxis and unfriendly looking drunks. Considering her rent was so high, Hayley did live in quite a dodgy area of downtown Manhattan. Spider-Man made the citizens feel safe, even in these parts, but he hadn't been sighted for over two months. She felt uneasy, and when the drunks spotted her she practically ran to the apartment block entrance.
"Oomph!"
In her rush, Hayley had walked right into a tall man – she prayed it wasn't a smelly hobo! Her Pot Noodles went flying and the Pepsi bottles were well and truly fizzed up. Hayley swore loudly and rubbed her bruised bum when she stood up. The man was hurriedly picking up her dispersed shopping, stuffing the offending food into the plastic bags – she still had yet to see his face.
When he was done, the man picked up the bags, shuffled his feet awkwardly and scratched the back of his head.
"Er, hey, Hayley. Hi," Peter Parker spoke clumsily, "Sor…sorry about your shopping. Didn't see you there you know, your so, so small, never noticed that before." He shrugged and began lifting her shopping up and down pretending like he was working out.
Parker was so delightfully awkward that Hayley could see why Gwen had fallen for him.
"Well it's not like we've ever hung out properly," she muttered before noticing how Peter's face fell. "But, what I mean is, well, thanks. Thank you Peter," Hayley continued, motioning to her shopping he was still pumping animatedly.
He smiled quickly, a reassurance that her words didn't really affect him. They stood uncomfortably, looking at each other in wait for a cue on what to do next.
"I guess I better take my stuff upstairs..."
"Hey, well, you could, but, you know, I could do that," Peter said before racing inside the building.
"What? Parker, hey wait a minute!" Hayley barely saw him leave her side he was so quick like a ninja. She rushed in after him shouting, "It's like five flights of stairs you nut!"
"Only five? I'll race ya," he beamed and like a silly schoolboy, Peter leaped up the stairs taking two at a time.
All Hayley could think was how did someone have so much energy!
It took her a full ten minutes to finally catch up to him; Hayley was practically crawling up the last flight while Peter was sitting on the top step juggling three of her noddle pots.
"Fan of chicken huh?" he spoke in jest, raising his eyebrow before throwing one of the pots at her tired crumpled form, which was now resting on the steps below him.
"Yeah, they give me energy."
"Looks like you need it," laughed Peter as she gave him a sassy look, "You got that whole exhausted girl thing going on right now."
Hayley slowly got to her feet and began rustling about in her handbag for her apartment door keys. It was rather unfortunate in this moment that her favourite colour was black because the dark lining of her bag made it impossible to locate her belongings. In frustration she tipped it upside down watching for the keys to fall out along with her other belongings. She was so tired and forgot what her bag contained; a work notebook, various pens, small change, mascara, her iPod, the missing keys, stolen medication and Harry's case file.
She froze when Peter picked up her pills. Her worst fears were coming true; she'd been caught!
Rattling the two medication strips, Peter looked at the names and then to Hayley inquisitively. "These are, wow, Amitriptyline and Quetiapine, that's some pretty heavy stuff here Carmichael!"
Wincing at the use of her surname, she tried to play the situation cool, "Ha ha yes um they are but they're not for me! No! I found them. I mean, one of the new nurses was stealing them and I caught her, must of forgot to put them back." Hayley laughed before snatching them back and stuffing everything but her keys into her bag, "Silly me!"
Hastily, Hayley unlocked the door and entered her apartment, leaving Peter to follow in with the shopping. She felt a little embarrassed to have him see her home; no one had ever visited her before.
The place was a bit messy and sparse of any comfort or personal belongings, apart from a small selection of books and a frame with Grandma Carmichael's image. Her flat only had a small kitchenette and was open plan, leading into the living room that held a ratty sofa, standard television and a bookshelf. Then there were three doors, two with actual doors that led to the bathroom and her Grandma's old bedroom. The room without a door and just an empty frame was hers, and it only had a bed, chest of draws and a clothing rack. It was surprising how finally letting someone into her world made Hayley realise how poor she truly was.
However after having a quick glance around, Peter didn't seem phased and proceeded to dump the groceries on the kitchen counter. He eyed the bin over following with noddle pots and chuckled slightly at her strange food addiction. They both then stood staring at each other wondering what to do next. Peter slowly started to unpack the food, looking like he had something to say but was too nervous to speak.
"So how's work? How's, how is he," asked Peter casually not quite meeting her gaze, avoiding the use of his former friends name, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Hayley. She also detected a hint of acidity that really didn't sound right coming from Peter's mouth.
"I'm sorry Parker but I can't discuss my patients with you."
"How, how can you even be treating him? Gwen is dead because of him!" he said suddenly whilst ferociously popping grapes into his mouth and munching on them like candy, "Isn't it like a conflict of interest? Hayley, he is trouble."
"Conflict of…maybe. Well, it's not like I have a choice here Peter. He chose me! He's killed people because they wouldn't let me be his nurse. I'm responsible for his well being as a psychiatrist, I don't have a choice…"
"No! No, no don't you bullsh… I mean, argh, Mother Hubbard! This is bloody ridiculous!"
"Peter look, I know this must be upsetting…"
"No! Don't tell me… don't psychoanalyse me!" By this point Peter was pacing in anger and shouting, "Are you not upset? You talk as if you don't care that she's DEAD! You see him everyday and you say I'm upset? How are you not a sobbing mess?"
"Maybe I am Parker, maybe I fucking am! Ok? Is that what you want to hear? Do you want to know how I cry myself to sleep every night? How my whole life now revolves around a murderer!" she fought back, finally revealing her true feelings, "Jeez, I even have nightmares about him!"
"Do you hear yourself? How about you just don't treat him!"
"God dammit Peter! I can't! He needs me…" Hayley made a grab for a Pepsi bottle and furiously turned the cap.
The carbonated liquid inside exploded in her face, drenching her in three seconds. She threw the bottle away from her in shock, accidently aiming it at Peter in her hast, who caught it with skill but still managed to get wet. Both were breathing heavily from the Pepsi outburst and staring at each other's damp and sticky form. It was Hayley who giggled first.
"You look like a drowned rat!" she laughed, shaking her hands to try and rid herself of excess liquid.
Peter cracked an infectious smile, making Hayley beam when he waved his head around like a dog trying to get dry.
"Hey, I find that insulting to rats! Besides, I'm much better looking," he joked whilst backing away towards the front door.
Hayley followed him with her eyes, sensing that their time together was up.
When he opened the door, Peter looked back, fixing her with a serious expression. "Carmichael, I get that you're his nurse and everything, but remember, you were Gwen's friend before he ever became your patient."
And with his piece said, Peter gave her a small smile and left.
Peter Parker had been gone about an hour and all Hayley had done was clean up the Pepsi mess and have a very long cold shower. All the while thinking about what he had said. Parker was right of course she knew he was. Harry represented a patient that she had every right to hate; he had murdered her friend and ruined many lives when he released Electro from Ravencroft.
But what she had told Peter was true. Hayley did cry every night, she cried her herself to sleep. The night was the only time when Hayley let herself truly feel, to think about everything, to remember that Gwen was gone and that Harry was responsible. It killed her inside having to treat him because every time she entered Room 136, Hayley felt like she was betraying Gwen.
The only reason that Hayley believed that treating him was the right thing to do, was the memory of her old professor telling her what type of therapist she was. Apparently, Hayley was a rare breed of shrink – she didn't analyse a patient and detach herself from the discussed issues. No, she was a psychiatrist who could empathise with her patients, preferring to identify with them to better aid her assessment and treatment techniques. Hayley got a buzz from connecting with patients; it reminded her that she was not alone in this fucked up world and that other people were as messed up as she. Helping people made her feel better, because no one had helped her when she was a child. Being alone in your psychosis was destructive and dangerous, and even though she knew Harry was a monster, weren't there monsters in all of us?
She desperately wanted to remain passive with him and be cold and distant in their sessions. However it never seemed to happen, because Hayley had never met anyone more like herself. Minus the whole murder thing. Harry had chosen her for a reason. The way he touched her, appeared to need her, rely on her, it was amazing; Hayley had never felt wanted before. In their previous session when he had held her face so tenderly it felt like he cared about her. Their bodies had been so close that Hayley thought he was going to kiss her. Harry had this look in his eye like he was really and truly seeing her. The thing that scared her the most about that moment, was not when the Goblin broke through, but that she wanted him to kiss her.
The professional inside her was screaming how wrong that was. Except Hayley could no longer ignore the butterflies inside her and how often she experienced heat rash around him. Harry was captivating and as much as she hated to admit it, he was attractive. Even though he was still a bit green and had claw fingernails, the addition of his pretty boy fringe made him look semi normal again. She could almost see the Harry Osborn from all the newspaper articles. And to think that someone like that might find her "worthy" was just mind blowing!
Rubbing her forehead, Hayley could feel a headache coming on from all her conflicting thoughts. Currently, she was sat cross-legged on her bed with her laptop on and notebook open doing some research. She was getting increasingly annoyed at the lack of information she had about the Osborn family curse of Retroviral Hyperplasia. And its not like Doctor Scott was forth coming with any useful information. There was hardly anything written about the disease on the Internet and all the files about it on the OsCorp intranet were, of course, classified.
Hayley had jotted down a few things but would have to ask Harry to fill in the blanks. All she had discovered in the past thirty minutes was that the disease was hereditary; it was degenerative and attacked the cells mutating them. Hyperplasia simply meant 'the growth of tumors' - this explained Harry's skin discoloration and growth of painful sores. Other than that, the disease was fatal as had been the case for Norman Osborn. Hayley couldn't find much else. She knew from its name, Retroviral, that in the nucleolus of the cell, RNA was the culprit virus for it stored its own genetic information and inserted a copy of its genome into the host in order to replicate. One of the most well known retroviruses was HIV.
Hayley thought she was loosing her mind when she found herself clicking on an article about skin lesions in sexually mature fish. Apparently, a virus called Walleye epidermal hyperplasia infected the North American Walleye fish when they reach adulthood, though signs could be spotted during adolescence. It caused skin lesions and was released by water particles harboring the disease, as well as coming in close contact with other fish. What interested Hayley the most about the fish virus was the theories behind why flare-ups occurred during the summer months; there was something to do with low water temperatures and immune suppression that she didn't take much notice of. What did interest Hayley was how the lesions grew worse when the fish were under psychological and physiological stress associated sexual reproduction.
"Interesting how the Osborn curse manifests during adolescence," Hayley theorized out loud, "Right when growth hormones and testosterone are in abundance, like when the Walleye's are sexually mature."
She then proceeded to look up all the varieties of skin lesions to better understand the ones that were appearing on Harry now that his all over green hue was subsiding. Of course, none of the images on the Internet came close to mirroring Harry's wounds. If anything, they reminded Hayley of her own angry scars. Her back was beginning to hurt now that she'd been sat hunched over at the laptop for over an hour. She carefully rubbed the base of her spine but stopped when she felt something strange. Hayley brought her hand up to her face and felt sick upon seeing thick red liquid on her fingertips.
Racing to the bathroom, Hayley ripped off her pajama top, flicked on the light and turned her back to the mirror. She desperately craned her neck trying to find the source of the blood. What Hayley saw made tears swell in both her emerald green eyes; along the vertebrae of her spine the skin was broken and bleeding. Her scars looked angry and irritated. In her mind, Hayley knew how the small wounds had been caused – stress. That, and her noddle addiction. Well, maybe not the food per say but the lack of food. She was too thin for her height and Hayley hadn't been able to buy proper food since her Grandma had died.
Hayley reached for some plasters and her burn cream, dressing the wounds and rubbing lotion on her back. It was then she realized she'd been so tired since treating Harry that she had neglected using the medicinal cream. In the mirror, all that was reflected was a pasty ghost of a girl whose sparkle had long disappeared and ginger hair was starting to loose its luster. Wiping away her tears, Hayley clothed herself again and walked to the kitchen to make a late night chicken Pot Noddle.
There had been an issue with the redhead murderer, Mark Kinsey, who had been in court on a retrial under the opposing plea of non-insanity. This meant Hayley had been otherwise detained giving her medical opinion on Kinsey's psychosis and their sessions. Unable to see Harry for three days, she was happy to be back in the West wing to act on her research into his condition. Colin was still acting weird and as much as Hayley wanted to confront him about it, she was too exhausted from lack of sleep and the drama of being in court.
She gave the guard a small smile and was surprised when he didn't immediately open the door for her.
"Ya look like shit kid!" sniffed Colin as he folded his arms across his burly chest.
"Do I?" Hayley sighed tightening her ponytail, "I've never been in court before, and it was quite stressful."
"Kinsey righ'? Yeah 'e's a sick son bitch ain't he?"
"Sick yes. Insane? Yes. How has Harry been?" Hayley asked hopefully.
"Not done much. Told 'im yous were in court. Hasn't gone mental yet."
"Good! That's encouraging right?"
"Yup," the guard said shortly while he opened the cell door, waited for Hayley to enter, and then closed it quickly with a bang.
Everything in his cell still looked the same as the day she'd left but there was something vastly different about her patient.
Harry was draped over his bed, still cuffed, hands behind his head and whistling a strange tune. He was wearing the same orange jumpsuit, his fringe was still too long, hands still with long talon nails. However, what Hayley noticed, was how his skin was no longer green; gone was his usual jaundiced hue that she had grown familiar with. Even his darkened veins had lost their tinge and raised like quality. Other than crusty nasty looking skin lesions, Harry Osborn looked normal.
Better than normal, he looks bloody handsome, Hayley thought.
He hadn't bothered to glance at her yet, allowing Hayley to just stand and stare in wonderment of her patient's transformation back into his former self.
"If you take a picture it'll last longer," Harry spoke smoothly, flipping his fringe from his sparkling eyes and grinning at her awestruck face.
He knew why she would be shocked, he knew he looked good, and he was eager to see her response. And she didn't disappoint. Harry's confident smile only widened when she hurried over to him.
Hayley could barely contain herself; it was quite simply, incredible. Being away from him the past three days, she had been nervous he might have relapsed since he couldn't take the medication she slipped him in their sessions. But no, he was practically human again – Doctor Scott would be fuming when he found out!
Shamelessly, Hayley scuttled to his bedside, dragging her chair closer so that she could get a better look, "Harry, how? You look… I can't believe it! May I?"
Gesturing to his face, Hayley waited for the man before her to sit up and then, with trembling hands, reached for his cheeks to examine him. She couldn't quite allow herself to do it; would she be crossing a line if she touched him? They had had contact before, normally initiated by Harry, except for when she had examined his mysterious injuries. This time, Hayley wanted to touch him, to feel him, because she was mesmerized with the sudden change in him. But the therapist inside her was screaming that it was inappropriate; she hesitated.
"Don't test my patience," Harry purred, taking her tentative hands and guiding them to press against his face, "Your hesitation is killing me."
He sighed as Hayley's tiny hands began, finally, to explore his smooth and now youthful face. Harry was astounded at how tender she was - he'd never felt such warmth from a woman. Closing his desire filled eyes, Harry chuckled lightly when the girl began to play with his fringe, trying to brush it from his face.
"It really needs a trim," she whispered. Then, Hayley felt her hands being taken by his, down along his jaw and over his neck. It was then that she felt something strange, "Harry, your neck!"
A large beastly lesion disrupted the flesh leading to his right shoulder. He hissed, removing her hands and pulling up the collar of his clothes to conceal it.
"You really need to get that seen too. Tomorrow, Doctor Scott has informed me that you will be going down to the Medical Examination room for a physical and some tests. So, we'll make sure to dress that wound."
He nodded in approval as Hayley wordlessly passed him three pills and a cup of water. Once he had swallowed them, Haley sat back in her seat to begin their first topic of conversation.
"I wondered if today we could talk about your illness, about the Osborn curse?"
"Ugh, if we must!" Harry rolled his eyes in disgust "That is the most pointless topic you could of chosen Hayley."
He had never said her real name before and it made her chest glow with heat rash – Harry's lips curled in a smug smile at enticing such a reaction from her.
"Why is it pointless? I think something as pivotal as inheriting your father's disease, which led to your transformation, is an important aspect of your life that we need to discuss."
Hayley had her shrink cap on today because progress in their sessions had to be made. Plus, she was curious to understand Harry's illness further, otherwise how could they possible hope to comprehend his Goblin metamorphosis.
Harry brushed at his bangs uncomfortably, "What's to know? It killed my father and was going to kill me."
"Do you think you're no longer at risk of death?"
"Possibly. Who knows really? The venom I injected myself was. Supposed. To. WORK!"
Hayley watched her patient angrily hit the wall beside him, "Why did think it would work Harry?"
"Because it worked for HIM! The venom was a success for P…"
"Who? Who did it work for Harry?" When he made a 'my lips are sealed' motion, Hayley continued a bit more forcefully, "Bu, obviously it didn't work for you; it only accelerated your condition, right? In the security footage taken from OsCorp, I saw part of your change; you looked like you were dying. And then you put on some suit… why?"
"The OsCorp Exo-Suit. It has a healing protocol… but, if you use those pretty little eyes of yours Hayley, you'll see that I am not cured."
"But it healed you?"
"Perhaps. The word is stabilised. Aren't you supposed to be the doctor here Hayley?"
"I am a nurse and psychiatrist, Harry. And I was just curious of your own assessment."
Harry sneered slightly unkindly, "Keeping you out of the loop are they Ginge? Is Doctor Scott not, uh, taking your role in my treatment seriously?"
The young nurse fixed him with an equally nasty look, trying to pretend that his jab at her abilities didn't affect her. "Have you heard of a man called Doctor Connors?"
"Should I?" said Harry sounding bored of the conversation, though slightly annoyed that she hadn't taken the bait of him questioning her abilities as a medical professional.
"He was a biologist studying cross-species genetics – he worked for your father. Connors injected himself with a serum, like yours, or, maybe it was the same one. Anyway, he changed into a giant green mutated lizard." Hayley paused and watched realisation dawn on Harry's face, but as soon as she saw it, it was gone.
"Your point?" Harry fixed her with a cold uninterested stare.
"Oh, no reason. Just something for you to think about."
"Be honest with me Hayley!"
"Excuse me?"
"I said be HONEST, DAMMIT!"
Getting swiftly to his feet like a shot, Harry stood threateningly over a still seated Hayley; putting his hands over head, he placed them on the back of her chair, effectively making her trapped. He stared deeply into her startled eyes searching for a reaction to his question. Hayley sat stock still, trying hard not to touch him because she didn't trust herself when she did.
Breathing heavily from his sudden outburst, Harry licked his lips, flicked away his fallen bangs, and tried a more gentle approach. "I wish you could just be honest Hayley. Why mention Connors?"
"H…Harry, I, I don't think this is appropriate, appropriate behaviour for a patient and psy…psychiatrist…" she stammered, suddenly feeling terrified.
Harry's piercing eyes narrowed darkly and a charming grin graced his face. Slowly, he learned further forward invading Hayley's personal space, causing her to lean back flush against the chair. With her where he wanted, Harry grabbed Hayley's auburn ponytail, tugging it sharply to grab her attention. He kept hold of it, controlling her movements so she would not shy away when he moved even closer. Their faces were practically touching now.
"Inappropriate?" he breathed, "Oh, we are past inappropriate, don't you think?" Harry proceeded to make the girl nod in response with a flick of his wrist, "Earlier, when you touched my face, was that not inappropriate Hayley? Or what about in our last session huh? You wanted me to kiss you, I know you did."
Another marionette nod.
"Oh, well, if you insist," smirked Harry, before closing the very short distance between the pair and capturing Hayley's shocked mouth in a kiss.
He murmured in pleasure at seeing her eyes fly closed and feeling her soft lips tremble in response. Spurred on by her lack of rejection, Harry pulled her hair harder and bit her plump bottom lip, making her squeak. She opened her eyes to see him looking at her with lust, which only made Hayley melt beneath his kiss.
One last soft peck, and Harry drew back slightly to appreciate his nurse's flushed cheeks, rouged chest and swollen lips, "How was that for inappropriate hmmm?"
He then removed his cuffed hands from her hair, brought them back over her head, and cupped her face like he had in their previous meeting. Hayley remained silent, still too shocked to even answer the grinning man in front of her. She was too caught up in the moment, too overwhelmed at experiencing her first kiss that she could barely form words.
"I...I…H…Harry…Harry! What's wrong with your hands?" Hayley could feel her face trembling but not from her own body's movements.
Snarling at himself, Harry quickly removed his hands, which were shaking uncontrollably. He kicked his bed furiously, the moment ruined, before jumping back onto his bed to sulk. Hayley gave him a quizzical look.
"Stupid Osborn curse," he muttered whilst clenching his hands in an effort to stop them twitching.
With his mood now soured, Hayley knew she wouldn't get anything useful from him concerning Retroviral Hyperplasia. Taking her cue to leave, she unsteadily stood and walked back to the cell door.
"Remember you have a physical…"
"Oh, I'll be here, waiting, for you."
"Behave yourself tomorrow… Please!" Hayley pleaded. They exchanged a look of understanding before she decided to leave Harry to his thoughts.
Once outside his closed door, Hayley breathed deeply, trying not to make eye contact with Colin who suspiciously noticed her reddened features. Before the guard had time to say anything, the nurse had hurried off down the corridor. Hayley tried to remain calm but could feel her heart pounding in her chest. When certain she was alone the young therapist fell back against a cold stone wall. Sliding down, Hayley pressed her damaged fingers to her kissed lips for confirmation of what had just transpired.
"What have I done?"
OMFG! I kind of lost it when I was writing the last scene between Hayley and Harry! AHHHHHHH Finally!
Did everyone like my little science lesson? Haha sorry about how in depth I went with Harry's disease. I wanted to find some truth behind it even though it is a fantasy condition. I hope that answers one of my Guest reviewer's questions – I'm not too sure if Harry is still dying yet, more on that in the next chappy, but hopefully what I've written gives some insight.
And Peter came back yay XD I made it an especially long section for my girl XLil MEkoX!
Hoping to make the next chapter extra long because some shit is going down!
Much love to all my readers, reviewers, followers, favourite button pressers, you are all making my fanfiction experience a very happy and exciting one – you all inspire me to write more! As always, reviews and criticism are welcome xxx LOVE!