In which a Kook gets in the middle of a Pogue mess.
ADVENTURE, ROMANCE, SACRIFICE, FRIENDSHIP.
{slowburn}
jj maybank x female oc
(Season 1 - Season 4)
Outer Banks - JJ Maybank fanfiction. I don't own anything related to Outer Banks. I only own my ch...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Yeah, they're a bunch of fancy people. They've had three governors in the family. They've run Charleston for, like, 300 years." Kie explained, her voice a little distant, as Pope steered the truck down the winding, tree-lined street, heading towards the address on the letter. The town seemed pristine, almost too perfect, with manicured lawns and cobblestone streets that looked as though they'd never known the wear of time.
"These Kooks make you guys look like Pogues." JJ remarked, glancing over at Kie and Avery with a mix of amusement and disbelief. Avery rolled her eyes playfully, leaning forward to peer at the row of grand mansions that stretched down the road. They were so large and imposing, she felt small just looking at them. Pope pulled the truck to a stop at the curb, the mansion in front of them towering like a silent sentinel, dark windows staring back at them. "You sure this is the place, Pope?"
"Pretty sure." Pope muttered, his voice tinged with uncertainty. He checked the address one more time, then scanned the looming structure with a touch of unease.
"All right," JJ grinned, opening his door with a dramatic flourish. "Fat City, for sure," he mocked, scanning the mansion's intimidating perimeter. The gate in front of them was high, wrought iron and covered in ivy, with sharp spikes that glinted in the fading sunlight. "Talk about home security."
The three of them followed JJ out of the truck, standing near him and eyeing the gate as if it might come alive at any moment. "Are those spikes to keep people out?" Avery asked, brow furrowing as she scrutinized the fencing.
"No," Kie replied quietly, her voice almost reverential as her eyes studied the surroundings. She shook her head slowly, her gaze drifting to the side. "The slave quarters are over there." Pope's voice was low, almost a whisper, as he added, "These spikes were to keep people in."
The words hung heavy in the air, like a cold weight. Avery felt her stomach tighten, a chill creeping down her spine. She could see the way Pope's eyes darkened, his mouth set in a firm line, and her own jaw clenched in sympathy. The four of them stood in tense silence for a moment, the oppressive weight of the history around them settling like a shadow.
Finally, Pope took a deep breath, breaking the stillness. "Come on," he said, turning toward the massive door, his hand knocking sharply. The echo of it rang out, breaking the uneasy quiet of the mansion's grounds. They stepped back a few paces, the air thick with the tension of their arrival. JJ's eyes narrowed, his lips quirking into a smirk. "You sure you didn't just knock the door off its hinges?"
Before anyone could respond, the door creaked open. A tall, menacing-looking man stood in the doorway, his gaze assessing each of them with unsettling precision. Avery's breath hitched in her chest when his eyes met hers. There was something cold, something calculating in his stare, and for a fleeting moment, she felt as though he could see right through her. But before the moment could linger, his attention shifted to Pope.
"You must be Pope," the man said, his voice a gravelly drawl.
"Are you Mr Limbrey?" Pope asked, his voice slightly higher than usual, betraying his nerves.
