HBC + character One Shots!

- Elizabeth Taylor | Pene-traitor

Well well well, our favorite showgirl, Miss Taylor, is back! Jesus, that picture 😮‍💨

Also.. I'm very proud of the name of this chapter, especially cause of its meaning, y'all will see :,)

(I'm borrowing a name from another book that I'm currently reading, The house in the cerulean sea, really good. Arthur Parnassus is the name I'm borrowing)

(Little backstory: y/n is a personal assistant to Elizabeth, they have formed a very close relationship and find comfort in each other. Andrew, Elizabeth's boyfriend is a sick, that's like all you need to know :,) )

This chapter will have some triggering subjects which can be hard for some people to read such as talking about Sexual assault. Tears, and angst will be included..

Just make sure you're alright dear..

Let's get into it!
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I knew that when she called me at 11 pm on a Saturday, only bad news awaited. As soon as the call started my ears were blessed with her voice, though something else became apparent when I answered... tears...

"Y/n, I-I apologize for calling you this late.. could you, I mean.. could you come over? I of course understand if you c-can't I just-"

It broke my heart to hear her like this, all broken and shaky.

"I'm on my way, 10 minutes okey, I'll even speed a little."

Her tears went a little dryer it felt and I could hear a soft 'thank you' before she hung up the call. As I drove I imagined her sitting in her green velvet couch, clutching onto a matching pillow as her tears stained them.

The thoughts kept going and I felt how the speed limit of the roads disappeared. I recollected myself and focused on the road, not wanting to be in an accident.. I know Beth would blame herself if anything happened tonight.

Street lights passed by me faster than anticipated and those 10 minutes quickly became 5. My car drove into the driveway and up to the gate where the security booth stood. Cameras flashed into my cars tinted windows, the outside of the house still covered with paparazzi.

My ID was enough to get me in, same as always, getting me away from them. My car parked in its regular spot, locking with only a click of my finger. That big dark wood door greeted me as I walked up the marble porch, my knuckles hastily knocking against it.

I could hear someone nearing the door from the other side, but it did not sound like the regular butler's shoes.. actually, it sounded as though the person did not wear shoes at all..

The door flung open and in an instant i could see Elizabeth behind it, her butler, Mr. Parnassus, standing a few meters behind her, a flabbergasted expression on his face. I'm not sure if I've ever seen Elizabeth greet me at the door like this before, though tonight was definitely different.

She was wearing her purple silk night set.. though there were a few water stains from what I must assume are tears, she looks so pretty..

I began to say something, but just as I began uttering words her body flung towards mine, leaving us clutching to each other in the doorway, the cold air invading the house.

As much as I tried to deny how her warm embrace made my heart jump, she needed me more as a friend in this moment..

My hands sealed around her small frame, returning the unexpected embrace. Both me and Mr. Parnassus looked at each other with wide eyes, this situation being most unlikely, especially with Elizabeth.

I could smell her Jean Desprez Bal à Versailles perfume strongly on the side of her neck, that signature scent making me melt into her smooth skin.