random englot short stories

Wedding Bells and Old Spells (2/?)

A/N: hello, everyone! so i've decided to make some changes here. engfa in this story has a penis (G!P), so if you're not into that kind of thing, feel free to skip this.

with that being said, i assume you understand how engfa and charlotte had snack. :)

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Engfa stood stiffly at the gates, with Charlotte standing two feet away from her, wearing a bright smile that Engfa knew was all for show.

A sudden shiver ran down her spine--not because Charlotte was beautiful and charming, but because she recognized that smile meant danger.

Another thing Engfa had mastered during her nearly ten years of marriage to Charlotte Austin was that not all of her smiles were genuine or well-intentioned. Suddenly, Engfa had a flashbacks of how Charlotte had used that smile on her in the early days of their marriage.

It only meant one thing: Engfa was in trouble.

She quickly averted her side-eye glance away from her lovely-looking ex-wife and gulped a lump in her throat when her daughter spoke to them after sending her baggage for baggage check.

"Are we... I hope we're okay, Moms," Snack said carefully, focusing mostly on Charlotte, because Snack knew all too well that Engfa was the cool mom between her two mothers, and Charlotte was the you’re-not-allowed-to-date-that-type-of-person mom. The one she should be careful with.

Engfa was somewhat opposed to the idea of her twenty-one-year-old daughter marrying her thirty-seven-year-old friend from her hometown. However, she knew that if Snack was truly sure and happy about marrying Patcha, she wouldn't stand in the way.

So, she let Charlotte do the talking. As always.

"Oh, yes, darling. Of course we’re okay," Charlotte replied with an overly sweet tone that only added to the lump forming in Engfa's throat--not only because she missed hearing that voice because she would not admit to that consciously--if she's drunk, maybe--but also because she knew Charlotte wasn't being genuinely sweet at all.

Charlotte despised this, Engfa knew it.

"I'm gonna see you at my wedding, right?" Snack asked, uncertainty clouding her voice.

Engfa immediately felt the need to ease her daughter's doubt, so she answered quickly. "Of course, kid. We wouldn't miss it for the world." Engfa replied for both herself and Charlotte, as she could already sense Charlotte seething upon hearing the word "wedding" despite the distance between them.

"Okay. Don't fight when I'm gone, okay?" Snack smiled and finally turned around.

Oh, Snack, why do you always wish for something that you know wouldn't happen? Engfa sighed mentally.

Before entering her gate, Snack took another glance and smiled at her parents before proceeding further.

Once Snack had disappeared into the sea of the crowd, Engfa felt the weight on her shoulders grow heavier rather than lighter as she found herself alone with her ex-wife in the midst of the airport.

She was about to awkwardly say, well, gotta run as her exit cue when Charlotte beat her with a scoffed louder than necessary.

Engfa stiffened once more, as if caught in a cadaveric spasm.

As you can see, my friends, our Engfa here wasn't really the big, bad police detective we thought she was--or at least not what she tried to portray to others.

"We?" Charlotte spat the word like it was the nastiest of slurs. "You're seriously tolerating this?" she said with spite, her body still facing forward, her fake smile firmly in place.