Alina woke up and softly gasped when she saw Marc fast asleep beside her. She reached out and pushed a strand of his dark brown hair out of from in front of his eyes and sighed softly. He always protected her to the best of his ability. It amazed her how even though he was older than her he never got tired or annoyed of her, even after their parents split and they went their separate ways, she knew all she had to do was call and he would be there for her. Even after he found the Academy and his new family, he was there for her and now they were too. She was their annoying little sister and put their best friend's daughter in danger because of her stupidity at seeking revenge on her and Marc's parents.
"Quit frowning Beautiful, it's too early for that."
"Marc!" She gasped snapping out of her spiraling thoughts. She went to hit him, but he caught it making her glare at him.
"Do NOT hit me with that hand," he demanded making her look to see that it was her hand in a cast that she had swung. "Now, what's got you in a mood this early in the morning?"
"Let go," she frowned as she tried to pull her hand away.
"Not until you tell me what's got you upset," he shook his head. He pinned it down then gripped her other one as he leaned over her. "Talk to me, Beautiful."
She stared up into his blue and green eyes then sighed, "Let me go."
"Never," he growled, "now talk."
"It's nothing Marc," she shook her head.
"No, it's not," he said kneeling down in front of her. "Hey, you know you can tell me anything. What's going on?"
She sighed and rolled her eyes, "just ghosts of the past, Marc, let it go."
"Oh Beautiful," he sighed as he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry."
"How come they don't haunt you?" she asked hugging him while pressing her face into his chest.
"They do," he admitted honestly. "I still have nightmares or flashbacks."
"You do?" she asked looking up at him shocked.
"Yes, I do," he nodded. "But I have the love and support and understanding from my family to help me through those times and you do too."
"Yeah yeah," she rolled her eyes, "I know I'm your family. I'm your little sister."
"No," He growled as he gripped her chin, making her look at him. "What's it going to take for you to understand that I'm not your brother anymore, Alina? You are mine, ours."
"What are you—"
Marc leaned forward and kissed her. The moment she gasped he slid his tongue into her mouth and deepened the kiss, weaving his fingers into her tangled hair while moaning.
"Co to s tebou k čertu je? Jsem tvoje sestra! (What the hell is wrong with you? I'm your sister!)" She shouted pushing him away while gasping.
The door opened and Marc growled, "GET OUT!" The door quickly shut and he sighed, "Od rozvodu našich rodičů nejsi moje sestra, krásko. Nemyslel jsem na tebe jako na svou sestru od doby, kdy jsi byl teenager. Miluju vás léta, kluci taky. (You haven't been my sister since our parents divorced, Beautiful. I haven't thought of you as my sister since you were a teenager. I have loved you for years, the guys too.)"
"Jsi blázen, Marcu! Nemůžeš mě takhle milovat! Nemůžeš! (You are insane, Marc! You can't love me like that! You can't!)" She shook her head.
"Proč? (Why?)" he asked looking down at her as he made sure to keep a few steps away from her to give her the space he knew she wanted even though he wanted to hold her.
"Protože...protože jsme byli sourozenci a...a...a ty jsi starší než já, a protože jsem posranej z minulosti a ty jsi v Akademii, takže nepotřebuješ rozptylovat kvůli vaše mise a já pracuji pro vaše nejlepší přátele a...a...a vy prostě nemůžete! (Because...because we were siblings and...and ...and you're older than me, and because I'm fucked up from the past and you're in the Academy so you don't need distractions becuase of your missions and I'm working for your best friends and...and...and you just can't!)"
"Už ses chytal stébla pro výmluvy? (Are you done grasping at straws for excuses?)" he asked crossing his arms over his chest. She glared at him and he smirked, "Víš, že jsem tě už pár let nepovažoval za svou sestru, kolikrát jsem tě opravoval? Kluci taky. Nikdy tě nepovažovali za malou sestřičku, nikdy. Vždy jsi byl v jejich srdcích jako jejich láska a v mých od svých 21 let. Snažili jsme se ti ukázat, jak jsi pro nás důležitý, ale odmítl jsi to vidět. Naši přátelé chtějí být také vašimi láskami, dokonce kombinujeme týmy, takže mezi sebou nebude žádná žárlivost ani boj o vaše srdce. Jsme unavení z toho, že odmítáš vidět naši lásku k tobě, Krásko. Ukážeme vám, jak moc pro nás teď znamenáte. Už žádné skrývání. (You know I haven't thought of you as my sister for a few years now, how many times have I corrected you? The guys too. They have never thought of you as a little sister, never. You have always been in their hearts as their love and in mine since you were 21. We have tried showing you how important you were to us but you refused to see it. Our friends want to be your loves as well, we are even combining teams so there will be no jealousy or fighting amongst ourselves for your heart. We are tired of you refusing to see our love for you, Beautiful. We're going to show you just how much you mean to us now. No more hiding.)"
"Jsi šílený. (You're insane.)" she gasped as she tried to scoot back away from him.
"For you," he smirked. "Now, I know you need to process all this so I'm going to go make your coffee and some breakfast and get your meds then I'll be back and we will continue this conversation."
She watched him leave then looked at the closed door, what the fuck just happened?
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Proving Her Wrong
FanfictionVictor Morgan is a famous pianist and a member of the Blackbourne Team. His manager has just informed him that they will be hiring him a personal assistant to aide him while he goes on tour and his family will not be able to join him. On top of that...
