#milesfairchild

Miles had gone out riding, since the house had been feeling far too stuffy for his liking. He rode around the estate without much purpose for a while, but as a storm began to roll in, he headed back for the house. Only to spot the front gates being closed behind a familiar car. He took the time to stop, just out of sight, watching as Kate’s car headed down the track.

He quickly returned his horse to the stables and stomped into the house in his riding boots. Heading around the longer way so he could appear at the top of the stairwell, to look down on Kate and her young guest.

It was a girl, she seemed Miles’ age, she wore ankle-high brown leather boots laced up tightly, the hint of flesh-toned tights just above them, she wore a knee-length green skirt with stiff pleats hanging down from her waist, she had a cream button-down blouse with wrist-length sleeves, with a silver locket hanging down from the collar. She had freckles across her skin, long bouncy ringlets of hair, half of which was pushed up with a green ribbon bow that perfectly matched her skirt. And finally, she wore a large square pair of faux tortoise shell glasses, freckled and speckled with cream and brown. She slipped off her large brown raincoat, hanging it over her forearm as she looked around the house’s entry hall.

She met eyes with Miles and didn’t for a moment have a flicker of fear or anxiety; she simply smiled and carried on listening to Kate.

He kept quiet and sheltered by the shadows as she climbed the stairs at Kate’s side, watching her almost move in slow motion. He inhaled deeply, savouring her oak wood scent, and he watched as her hair bounced with each step up the stairwell. He noticed her ribbon slipping through her hair with each bounce, before tumbling to the stone floor silently and unnoticed by either her or Kate.

As he watched the two disappear up the stairs, Miles grabbed the green ribbon and shoved it into his pocket, hurrying away to his room before she’d notice what he’d stolen.

Miles stood silently, watching from the darkness of the hallway. It was late, and no moon, so the house was dark and quiet, with most everyone in bed. He watched as Y/n moved quietly around the kitchen, his hand in his pocket, his fingers rubbing the soft green ribbon between his fingers with a dark, smug smile across his lips. He knew she was looking for the ribbon; she had been for days now, but he kept his lips sealed.

“Oh! Hello Miles.” She gasped as she caught his eye,

“Hello, Y/n,” he growled softly,

“Did you want something?”

“No, just can’t sleep.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Perhaps some water might clear both our minds.”

“I won’t say no,” He nodded, “What is bothering you, Y/n?”

“Nothing worth bothering you with,” She smiled as she made with both cool glasses of water,

“But indulge me nonetheless.”

“I can’t seem to find my favourite bow, my little green ribbon bow. It’s baffling, I know I had it the day I arrived.”

“That is strange, but this is a big house. I’m sure it’ll turn up soon, Darling.”

“Thank you, Miles.”

“Goodnight, Y/n,” He nodded, taking his glass, allowing his callus hands to brush her own soft ones before heading out of the kitchen, back to his bedroom, keeping the ribbon tight between his fingers.

Miles sat on his bed inside his room, strumming mindlessly on his blue guitar. All while keeping Y/n’s green ribbon between his teeth, so little of her scent still existed on it, but he so desperately wanted to savour every single drop that still remained. He hummed softly in pleasure at the softness against his lips. But as he heard the door open and the trade mark patter of Y/n’s boots, he pulled the ribbon from his lips and shoved it into his lap.

“Miles?” Y/n called,

“Yes, Y/n?”

“Kate is taking Flora for another crack at clearing out the greenhouse. Would you like to come along?”

“No, thank you, I have more than enough to be getting in with, without aged Ivy and rotten roses.”

“Fair enough, good day.” She nodded as she turned on her heel and went to leave,

“But-”

“Yes, Miles?”

“But do you have a great desire for gardening?”

“… not particularly, admittedly.”

“Why don’t you just stay here with me?”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“I never mind your company, Darling.” he smugly smiled, “Come on, sit. We can play a song together.”

“I’m afraid I lack your skills in such things; I couldn’t even master the recorder.” She said as she sat down in the chair beside his bed,

“I am sure your voice will be heavenly enough,”

“So long as you promise not to be angry when I crack your windows,” she giggled, pushing her hair from her eyes.

“Maybe this will help you feel better.” He smiled, finally offering her back the green ribbon bow,

“Huu!” She gasped, “Where did you find it?!”

“I have my ways,” he cooed, “Here, let me do it.” he smiled as he ran his hands over the ribbon, pulling back her hair and putting it up in a ponytail with the green ribbon in a perfect bow, “There… beautiful darling.”

“Thank you, Miles.”

A/N: this took a long time of thinking of what I should write in this chapter hehe.

After the intense commotion, I can't help but think, why was Kate acting this way? The house is perfectly normal, except for how old it looks though, and how you feel like something is watching you, but those are only two things ugly about the house, nothing less, nothing more.

Kate seems to be crazy on her own, if the house was haunted or somewhat there something wrong with it, then Mrs. Grose and the two would've moved away, she wouldn't let the children in danger.

Looking out the window, the moonlight shines across the field, fireflies flying around, as I open the windows, a cold breeze touches my face, its as though it would rain sooner by now.

Miles

"Good night Miles" Flora bids her goodbyes and closes my door. Looking around, my room is a complete mess, cds everywhere, photos on the walls, mattress not fixed, If I would have lived elsewhere than the mansion, I could've been called a hobo.

I walked around thinking of what I should do tonight, Kate be damned, but I'm hella bored, Me and Y/N shook the shit out of her earlier, her face was plastered with the most horrified expression, she looks as if she just got out of the mental. I laugh at the thought.

The suddenly an idea hit me!

I was just getting ready for bed when Miles barged in my room. He was panting like a rabid dog on the loose, his hair was slightly bouncing, as his sweater was dangling down making me see his exposed breast area.

"Like the view?" He smirks, leaning on the door frame. "Actually no" I arch an eyebrow, "And what do you want with me now?" His face contorts to a big smile.

"Such a klutz, I'm hungry" patting his stomach, he invites himself in the room, "I didn't say you can ente-" Before I could mutter anything else, he grabs my wrist and leads me out of the room.

Quietly going downstairs, he looks back at me and smiles. "What are you smiling about there?" I frown, weeks ago, he was teasing and bullying me, now he acts like a saint to me, I guess he needs to go to mental rather than Kate.

Sneaking to the kitchen, he brings out marshmallows, crackers and chocolate. "Smores?" he hands me a barbeque stick and turns the stove on.

"Don't make it too hot, I hate burnt marshmallows" he chuckles at my remark, as he was busy cooking the smores, I can't help but look at him, his jawline was sharp and defined, the moon's light was shining on him, making his face glow, my eyes drops down to his pink, plump lips, he was saying something, but time seems to stop when you admire a person.

"Don't people tell you that you stare too much?" before I could answer he hands me his smore and throws mine in the bin. "It was burnt" He wipes his hands on his pants. "Next time, make sure you don't stare too much because I won't be there to give you a spare smore"

"I-.. Thanks" a small smile tugs its way unto my lips, "Well hurry up and eat it, wouldn't want Kate to scold us" he chuckles.

"Eugh" I groan as I opened my eyelids, last night's midnight snack was tiring as shit, after we ate smores, we went to my room and built a fort, then Miles brought up even more smores and additional candies, we sounded like reckless kids while playing last night, but because we were too loud, Mrs. Grose came to my room abruptly. Miles, in the process, hid behind the fort, then he almost blew our cover, by bringing that damn guitar of his and started playing it.

In short, we looked like drunk fuckers, but we didn't drink or do anything wrong, we ate and played, nothing more, nothing less.

Looking around, my room was a mess, it almost looked like Miles' room, but a more fragrant one, I sat up, but a hand snaked around my waist pulling me back, "Stay, I still wanna sleep" a raspy voice mutters behind me. "Shit shit shit shit-" I was a blushing mess, when did it even get to this?

"Keep it down, your so loud" he groans pulling me in tighter, his head rests on my shoulder, his curly brown locks and breath tickling my neck. "Keep it down, my ass, just- get- off me" I pry his hands off but it results to him pulling tighter again. "Fairchild!" my cheeks heat up as his breath increases its speed.

"Fine, no need to shout woman" He groans turning to his other side.

I rub my eyes; yawning, as I went down the steps, I was the greeted by a fresh smell of waffles and eggs, the sunlight was shining brightly across the foyer, making it look like a fairytale castle.

"Good Morning Y/N!" Flora peeks behind the entrance of the living room. "Your late! Good thing Miles isn't here to finish your portion yet!" she hurriedly pulls me in the room.

"Goodness!" Mrs. Grose stands up, "What on earth happened to you Y/N? You look like you got chased last night!" she ushered me to drink chamomile tea. Oh Mrs. Grose, if you just knew.

"By the way, there was loud sounds coming from your room last night, what were you doing Y/N?" Flora hands me a waffle. "Hm? Maybe its just your imagination, I was knocked out last night, didn't wake up even just a bit"

"Oh really?" A voice chimes in behind us,

it's Miles.

A smirk was plastered on his face as he walks to us. "Just kidding, Good morning everyone" Miles rubs his eyes and proceeds to sit down beside me. "Gosh, you look worse Miles!" Flora exclaims; laughing.

"At least I'm not looking like someone here" He chuckles, reaching for an egg. "Have you seen Kate? she looks like she's seen a ghost! I even had a sleepover at her room!" Flora giggles looking back and forth from me and Miles. "Oh I'm sure she's fine, maybe jut a little shaken out of her wits yesterday"

As miles ended his sentence, Kate walks in looking like a ghost, her hair was messy, dark bags under her eyes was so obvious, blood splats tainted her nails. "Good Morning Kate!" flora held Kate's wrists pulling her to sit in front of us. "Goodness, Kate.. what happened to you?" I arch an eyebrow, her lips twitches as she open her mouth to reply. "Just- tired is all"

"Or maybe, you've gone even crazier" Miles snickers making me hit his ribs.

A/N: Sorry it took so long, I had to do henry and miles fanfic at the same time. ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

🕸 Miles' Pov 🕸

"Hey! That hurts!" She stands up. "That's your fault" I said as I remove my boots.

"You said you'd teach me, not torture me!" Ugh, even Flora is an easier student. I roll my eyes.

"Ask Quint to teach you" I shrug. "But Quint went to the town" she grabs a hold of my wrists as droplets of water slowly falls down to us. "Nevermind..." she lets go. Her outfit slowly getting drained by water, crossing her arms as she gives me short glances from time to time.

"I guess Quint IS a better horse rider than you" She turns her back and pouts. ugh she's so childish. She just doesn't know that I'm THE BEST horse rider here.

"Fine fine"

"Yes! thank you Fairchild!" She clings unto my arms, getting the both of us more wet.

"Fairchild?" A smile tugs its way to my lips.

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I shot my eyes open like I was having a nightmare.

"The heck was that..." I groan, scratching my head, sitting up I stare at the wall for a few moments before getting up.

Looking at the mirror I saw.... A very handsome young man, ready to journey through a very dangerous voyage to save my precious princess!

Ugh who cares, this is so childish.

"I'm gonna go take a bath" I trudge to the bathroom, yawning.

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I proceeded to head downstairs for some new fresh air. I don't want to breath the same air space as L/N.

"Can we play flashlight tag now?" I hear a familiar voice. "No..."

"Aww, I wanted to join in if they played.." A whisper chimes in behind me. Her breath fanning my exposed neck as we eavesdropped more.

"What? If they played you'd join in too you know" she rolls her eyes. That's.... partially true.

"But you promised." Flora comments.

"Yeah Kate, You promised" I slowly enter the room.

"You wouldn't want to let Flora down do you?" Y/N added, standing beside me. I look at her and she has a proud smirk plastered to her face, as if she's... mocking Kate.

She then raises her hand revealing a flashlight.

"You promised, you promised, you promised" Flora sang as Kate glares at us with hatred. It's fun messing with someone. I thought. Kate looks at us for a while before glancing back at the singing girl.

"Okay, okay, okay" She stops Flora whos been running around her in circles. "Just-" she lets out a heavy breath.

"Okay.."

"What are the rules?" She turns to us again. "Turn off all the lights" I started. "And find us with this" Y/N Shakes the flashlight. "If you flash us, were dead." I continued.

"Easy right!" She beams. "Your it!" Flora tags Kate as she pulls Y/N with her.

"The more the merrier" I look at her eyes filled with sparkles of joy. She so... Ugh stop thinking about her! I slap my cheeks.

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"Is Y/N and Miles down there?" Kate glances at Flora. "Hm, Maybe" She shrugs her shoulders.

"You wanna come with me to find them?" She smiles. "I can't, I'm a ghost, wooo" she giggles. "Woooo~~"

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"I think I hear her going downstairs." Y/N whispers. "Keep it down if you don't want to get caught!" I whisper shouted. Were going to lose if she keeps being loud at this rate

"Come!" She pulled me further from the door leading to where Kate is. "She's gonna open that door any second now"

I heard her open the door but I think Y/N didn't. "Stop now, she'll hear us" I whispered but she continued to run.

"Miles! Y/N!" Kate yelled. "Sorry" she covered her mouth and stopped moving. "Told you" I frown, he {hair color} locks slightly blowing away as a cold breeze hits us

"hmm.." I suddenly got an AMAZING idea! "What is it?"

"Let's go upstairs and eat snacks" I glance to her direction as her face contorts into a frown. "What! are you crazy? She's going to hear us and we'll get tagged!" She slaps my arm.

"Listen! listen first okay!" Speaking of childish, I roll my eyes. "We'll lead her somewhere far from the door, so it'll let us go upstairs and eat"

"And why would we do that?" She lifts an eyebrow. "We'll let her think were still here but instead were upstairs doing our thing" I chuckle.

"Ahh, ok, ok" she nods, pondering for a moment she finally replies back.

"Let's do it!"

"Were you guys caught too?" Flora beams. "No, we were just hungry so we went up here" I laugh.

"That's no fair, your not allowed to do that!" she pouts. "were hungry though" Y/N reassures her.

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After that we heard stomping coming to us, like it was running away or something.

"YOU!" She points to me. "Kate? Oh my god, what happened to your face?" Mrs. Grose stands up. "Your nose is bleeding"

"Explain yourself!" She looks at the both of us. "We were hungry?" I show her a cracker. Pfft, the look on her face-.

"I am SICK of the games!" She snapped. "Don't talk to them like that" Mrs. Grose shots back as Kate looks at her with a horrified expression.

"They have been terrorizing me since day one!" The heck is she even talking about? Kate is going coo coo bananas. "Your just imagining it Kate" Y/N comments as she takes a bite out of her cookie.

"Don't be ridiculous! They have been with me for the past 15 minutes!" Mrs. Grose argued "The only person doing the terrorizing around here is you!"

⚕ 3rd Person Pov ⚕

Kate then turns back with a horrified gasp as if shes seen a ghost.

"Now what are you doing?" Mrs. Grose added.

Kate then turns to Y/N as though she was the culprit. "What's the matter Kate?" Y/N tilts her head in confusion as the other two children giggles.

Afterwards Kat ran away to the direction of her room.

"What's with her?" Y/N laughs. "Maybe she's gone coo coo bananas hahaha" Miles commented as Y/n chuckles at his statement.

Neither did anyone know that the poor boy was a blushing mess.

Why coveted?

coveted

/ˈkəvədəd/

adjective

i. ✓ greatly desired or envied."I gave up a coveted job, that of editor-in-chief"

ALSO because Miles covets Octavia. BUTTTT Octavia covets being indepENDANT.

Both covet different things <33

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Why Love Game?

Because of the song, by Lady Gaga. It's one of my favorites, and it's really catchy considering the characters, but mostly because it is kind of a game. Octavia has to stay with Miles for a year. (More info in the bio of the book, linked below.) And she wants to move out, but gets captured by Miles here. 👹 ANYWAY pls choose.