Sweet As Cherry Pie

He smirked at her words, humming softly to himself as he thought. “What would you like to know?” He asked with a wide grin, folding his arms across his chest. “I’m an open book.”

The grin the crossed the male’s lips made a similar one appear on the brunette’s. “Anything you’re willing to tell.” Erin told him, once again peering up to capture his gaze. “I figure we know each other better in one department than the other..” She spoke, her gaze dancing down to settle on his lips for a moment. 

He chuckled slightly, lowering his gaze for a moment. “Shows you don’t know me as well as you think you do.” He replied, sighing deeply as he did.

“Is that so?” Erin spoke, a slight smile replaced the smirk that usually sat on her lips in Tyler’s presence. “Why don’t you help me in getting to know you better?” Her smile widened as she moved to connect her gaze with his.

His eyes locked with the females, not looking away as he listened to her words. He knew she was behind it, however, he somewhat welcomed her to such things. However, when she brought up the terms of his secret, he sighed. “If only you knew the truth, you wouldn’t look at me so bitterly.” He rubbed the back of his neck, weakly smiling at her, “Though I do welcome your company.”

A perhaps too overly dramatic shocked expression appeared on Erin’s face in response to his statement. “Was that.. A kind word from Tyler Fitchett?” Her own words caused a smirk to cross her lips. “My my, how the tables have turned.” She teased.

It appeared the brunette was elsewhere, and considering the current dilemma’s the order faced, Meredith did not judge. She only wished she could comfort her the way she wanted to, but being a prisoner, she was left restricted and could not be a true friend. “What’s the matter?” She chose to pry, eyes appearing concerned.

Erin peered over at her friend as the question passed her lips. With a shrug of her shoulders she responded; “Still recovering, I guess.” Looking at her friend in such a situation was odd to say the least, she didn’t know what Meredith had done to manage to get herself into it and she hadn’t asked - she figured such things were left unsaid. Yet, it almost seemed like that girl hadn’t changed a bit since she had last seen her which was nice, comfortable in fact. “How are you doing?” Erin asked with a gentle smile.

It was not his intentions to be in the females company, however, it appeared that fate kept bringing them together, and it was fortune for him to see a familiar face. He often felt as if he had to keep up an act around others, and around Erin, he knew there was no longer a need. She knew he was not who he said he was, and that made things both easier and more complicated. It would only be so long before he was caught completely, but for now he would embrace moments such as these. “Would that person have been you, perhaps?” He asked, intrigued by her smirk, knowing that she had some involvement in pairing them together. “I’m flattered.” He mused again, a cocky grin on his lips.

The young woman raised an eyebrow slowly toward the male, a smirk crossing her lips as he spoke. “Now that would be telling.” She teased with a wink. The brunette rolled her eyes as she noticed the cocky smile that laced his lips. “Come now.. You wouldn’t want anyone else finding out your secret. I’m doing this for you.” Erin said with yet another smirk as she folded her arms over her chest.

Josh’s head shot up staring at the female shocked as she spoke about a memory of her and himself. He couldn’t stop the flicker of hope that began to build up in his chest. Before he realised he was up on his feet, “Your memory is back?” His tone softer. He wasn’t sure whether he should have lied to her and let her carry on with her new life, he didn’t really have time to think about it as the words fell from his mouth before he had chance to stop them. His tongue darted out his mouth brushing across his dry lips as he scratched the back of his neck. “It was real. We, er, we used to date for a while.” 

Erin watched the male, eyes searching his as he peered toward her. It was now that she saw a different side to him, seeing the softness behind his eyes, and hearing it behind the tone of his voice. As he confirmed her thoughts, the brunette dropped her gaze to the ground, hand running back through her hair. “But.. Why don’t I remember? Why didn’t I remember?” Erin spoke, her voice raising in pitch as she began to panic. Her confusion was evident as she peered back toward him. “How long were we.. Together?” She asked him, eyes softening once again as she took a cautious step toward him.

Josh could feel the woman’s eyes on him, those damn brown eyes. They always were one his favourite features of hers. He found himself frowning, closing his eyes briefly as he tried to push down the anger and hurt that filled him over the thought of her being hurt and him not being there to help or protect her. “Good.” He replied nodding to himself. The male gave a shrug, crossing his arms. “I don’t see why not.” 

As he granted her permission, Erin took a deep breath then closed her eyes, not wanting to look at him for embarrassment. “When I was being tortured, something happened in my mind, it was almost like it was trying to tell me something or, bring back a memory of some kind and - that memory was of you.. I have heard of torture bringing back memories of those affected by memory charms before but I thought it was just a myth.. Though the memory seemed so real and-” She cut herself off, opened her eyes and peered over to the male. “This is going to probably sound really crazy, but.. I think I loved you.” Her lips parted ever so slightly as she waited for him to speak. “Please.. Just tell me if I’m being crazy or.. If what I saw was real..” Erin spoke quietly as he eyes softened.

His eyes remained fixed on the scene outside the window as he heard to enter the room, closing the door behind her. He caught her gaze briefly before tearing his eyes away not liking the way his heart thumped in his chest. His jaw was set, his eyes unreadable as he listened to her explain how she’d gotten her injuries. “They’re not my friends.” He stated, his eyes flickering over to her wrists. Josh paused, perhaps a few seconds too long. “I don’t.” That was a lie. This all would have been a lot easier if he simply didn’t care. Silence filled the room. “…Does it hurt?” He found himself asking as he watched her continue to rub at the dark bruises littering her wrists. 

Erin kept her eyes fixed on the male, watching his every move, though as his expression became unreadable she dropped her gaze. As he spoke, the young woman nodded slowly, she believed him - after seeing the image that had been forced into her mind, it was hard not to.. He wasn’t like the rest of them. Her chest tightened as he spoke once again, she had been stupid to think that he had cared. She laughed lightly in response to his comment then slowly dropped the hand that rubbed her wrist back to her side, brows furrowing. “No.. It doesn’t hurt - I’ve had worse..” She shrugged her shoulder before catching her bottom lip between her teeth. “Can I ask you something?” Erin spoke softly, exhaling heavily as she moved across the room, taking a seat in an armchair at the side of the room. 

His eyes peered up at her once more, actually taking in her appearance this time. He wished he hadn’t. Anger began to fill his body as his eyes were drawn to the bruises scattered across her body. He bit down on his lip angrily trying to calm himself down. “What happened?” He was blunt, he had to be but there was still a trace of concern and anger lacing his words. 

Erin watched the male closely, her gaze softening as she noticed a different emotion shift over his face - anger? Though she didn’t quite know why he was angry or rather what he had to be angry about. Frowning, she slowly made her way into the room and shut the door behind herself. Dark orbs moved to peer into the bright blue of his as he questioned her. “Some of your Death Eater friends happen to enjoy torturing ‘traitors’.” Erin exhaled deeply, rubbing her wrists gently. She didn’t know why she was speaking to him so freely without the sarcastic and witty bravado that usually laced her tone. “I didn’t know you cared..” The brunette spoke. A statement like that from the mouth of the young woman would usually be laced with a light venom, yet this time it wasn’t, it held a certain vulnerability. 

Josh looked up from his seat by the window instantly recognising the voice  before his eyes even landed on the figure standing in the doorway. “Lucky me.” He replied moodily rolling his eyes. The male knew he wasn’t exactly being fair to the brunette, after all she had no idea why he was always so cold towards her but with everything that was currently going on in his life, he didn’t want to have deal with the ache in his chest that came along with speaking to the female. 

As soon as the male spoke, Erin offered him a roll of her eyes in return, his arrogance was infuriating to say the least and the woman had no idea what she had done to deserve such outbursts that he had given her. Especially given the memory that she held, yet the more she thought of it.. The more she thought it was purely fiction, the male wasn’t exactly her type after all - they were far too dissimilar. The young woman was still slightly bruised from her experience during the capture, both of her wrists holding purple rings from where she had been draped from the ceiling. “Look, I’m really not in the mood for your attitude so please.. Could you just keep it to a minimum?” Erin spoke before sighing softly and shaking her head, it was likely no use trying to speak to him in such a gentle way.. The man was a Death Eater, surely he didn’t understand such things, yet her memory said otherwise.

Erin & Tyler

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He had been assigned to guard, and once he was aware of who his partner would be, he found it all rather amusing. He knew he had gotten himself into a predicament, but it may be one that’d work in his favour. She had never been a fan of his, and the scenario may have solved that— or he could not be further wrong. Moving over to the familiar figure, he let out a chuckle, standing behind her, whispering into her ear. “I should file a restraining order.” He chuckled, moving to stand in front of her with an amused expression. “Looks like we’re buddies for the day, again.” He emphasised, chuckling to himself once more. 

Erin had known the time would come for her to face the male and she knew that she would be greeted with a smug smile on his part, what after their last encounter. The brunette knew that she would likely never live down what happened between them - yet she wasn’t so sure she wanted to. Hearing the husky voice whispering in her ear made a slight smirk cross Erin’s lips as she then turned her head, watching as he moved around to stand in front of her. She peered up at him, brow raised. “What a shame.” Erin spoke in mock complaint. “It’s almost as though someone requested for us to be paired together.” She teased with a smirk crossing her lips. 

Erin and Meredith

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It was hard for Meredith, trying to remain composed when all she really wanted to do was leave. Every part of her life appeared to be a lie, she had been hopeful of the possibilities which had come to a halt. She no longer had the same life, she needed to rebuild one. She felt alone,she only really had Addison these days, the rest of the world was against her. However, her eyes lingered over the familiar face who guarded her, and her features softened. She only hoped the girl still wanted to be her friend, things were difficult lately, after the war, she only assumed the friendship had fizzled out. “Are you alright?” She asked the female, a small smile reaching her lips.

Erin had been in her own world, staring into the distance as she played with the ends of her fingers. The muffled voice of the other woman made the brunette slowly look up and over at her friend, and prisoner, in front of her. “Huh? Sorry.. What did you say?” Erin asked before brushing a hand back through her hair. “Sorry, I’m really out of it today..” She complained with a deep sigh. 

Erin hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her encounter with the pair of Death Eaters during her time captive. Yet.. It wasn’t the pain or the torture she had been focused on - it was the images that had been brought forth in her mind, the images that she had no explanation for, that only made her more confused the more she thought about them. Which was why she had requested her post for the evening.. With Joshua Nolan, the male who was the subject of her memories - Hopefully she would be able to gain some answers. She sat just outside of his room, the door was slightly ajar as she tried to collect her thoughts.. Erin was never the type to be nervous, yet here she was trying to fight off the butterflies that fumbled around in her stomach. Her heartbeat rattled against her rib cage as she finally stood and pushed the door open, teeth catching her bottom lip as she peered over the room toward him, her heart swelling as her gaze fell to meet his. “Looks like you’re stuck with me tonight..” She spoke, her attempt at a joke, though the statement lacked humour. 

It would only have been a matter of time before Erin Monroe's identity had been figured out by the band of Death Eaters. Honestly, the young brunette was surprised it had taken this long - though she had a funny feeling that the pair who had just removed her from the cell were definitely going to make up for lost time. "The Minister's granddaughter.. What a prize," one of the Death Eaters snarled from his position behind her with his strong hands restraining both of her wrists, his grasp kept tight to ensure that she couldn't escape. The young woman wasn't scared of her fate; she knew and had accepted that it would likely be a painful one - but if her pain meant another of the order members could go on living, then so be it.

Erin wasn't all that sure how long she had been locked in that cell with the other order members that had been taken, it made her wonder whether it was the length of time she'd been cooped up in a cell that had left her feeling weakened or that fact none of them had been fed or watered since they had arrived. Either way the brunette could feel herself weakening with each movement. Her skin was paler than usual and there were dark purple circles occupying the space beneath her eyes. The young woman's face had slimmed considerably, and was covered in a thin film of dirt and grime that laced the floor of the room, where she had been trapped.

Soon enough, Erin and her two captors arrived in a small room in which a large hook hung ominously from the ceiling in the middle of the room, no doubt ready for the shackles that were attached to the woman's wrists, or she assumed. Her assumption was correct. Before she could even kick out or protest, the frail body of the woman had been lifted by the two Death Eaters and hooked onto the ceiling by her wrists, the metal bonds digging into her skin as she hung a few inches above the ground. "Just get it over with, will you?" Erin rolled her eyes, her voice laced with a weak impatience as she watched both of the Death Eaters scanning the tables that lined the edge of the room. Each one held numerous types of different torture devices. Both of the dark figures snapped their menacing gazes toward the brunette, their eyes darkening as menacing smirks fell over their lips. “As you wish..” One of the men spoke, flicking his wrist as he shot a curse in Erin’s direction. It didn’t surprise the woman that they would start by using one of the unforgivable curses, nevertheless she was not prepared for the pain that seared through her entire being as the light hit her chest. A scream was ripped from her mouth, her entire body tensing as the pain intensified.

Closing her eyes tightly, the brunette young woman continued to scream out in pain - it almost felt as though someone had forced fifty daggers into her torso and were turning them all at once. As the Death Eater broke the spell, Erin allowed her eyes to open, tears trickling down her face as she peered toward the two figures while her entire being quivered, the pain slowly beginning to dissipate. She probably shouldn’t have taunted the pair but that wasn’t exactly Erin’s style. “Is that the best you’ve got?” She spoke breathlessly through her teeth toward the Death Eaters. She barely had time to react, before she was hit by two Cruciatus curses, one from each of the darkened figures. The pain was excruciating and all she could do was scream. Her eyes closed once again, though this time an image flickered through her mind - an image of a male.. Joshua Nolan.. Josh. Someone who she had only spoken to a few times yet.. The images she saw - felt more like -memories from what seemed to be a long time ago.

It was not something of passion, it was something easily led by his anger for the brunette. His hands tightening instinctively on her waist, gripping and touching every inch he could reach. He hated her, in some ways, though it was easy to see the chemistry between them, there was no denying it. His lips moving against hers, his teeth digging into her bottom lip and gently tugging it down, before trailing his kisses down her jaw and onto her neck, his hands moving up her shift and soon moving to unbutton the button of her trousers.

He stood back instantly at her hands pushing him away, though it did not prevent a smirk from reaching his lips. He always enjoyed a challenge, even if she pushed him away, he could tell she still wanted him. His thoughts were confirmed when she pulled him back for a kiss, his lips moulding with hers as he wrapped his arms around her waist. His hands moved to hoist under her legs, lifted her off her feet to push her further against the wall.

A light whimper passed the brunette’s lips as she felt Tyler’s hands move to her legs, following his lead she then wrapped them around his torso as her back pressed harder against the wall. Erin trailed her nails down the back of his neck for a moment as her teeth nipped against his bottom lip, her hunger evident in the kiss. Tilting her head to the side, she deepened the kiss as her grasp on the back of his neck tightened, wanting him to feel her nails digging into his skin for this was not a passionate encounter, it was one fueled by hate and lust. 

It was almost as if a switch flipped inside of him, the words causing a snarl to leave his lips, his hands tightening on her throat with the intention to harm. He was normally better than this but it had riled him up, and he was willing to allow a darker side of himself repossess his being, at least for now. Chuckling softly, he looked down at her, eyes locking with hers before pressing his lips on hers roughly, shoving her against the wall.

Erin’s eyes blazed as she looked up at the male before rolling back as his grasp on her throat tightened. Hearing him chuckle, she then opened her eyes to see him leaning in. As their lips met, the brunette slammed her hands against his chest and forcefully pushed him away. “What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” She snapped, eyeing him for a moment before grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him into another anger fueled kiss.