Strangulation: the energy-based power that allows the user to cause the victim suffocation.

I don't think I've ever mentioned this but Atticus is blonde Evan Peters okay? Not the brunette one lmao. brb crying cuz he looks so sad in that gif my poor bubs :(

Also remember what I said about sympathizing for Sage!!! No petty comments about her saying shit about Harry lying to her about loving her and etc. Imma fight for my girl if so.

Pls read the A/N also ty :))

Enjoy xx

t.m.

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S.E. // The 7th Supreme

The heartbreak was just like grief, heart wrenching and grueling, washing over like tidal waves, making it hard to suck in a breath every time it attacks. What was once whole is shattered and where once was peace is now emptiness. What was worse than the heartbreak was the feeling of betrayal. It was the worst kind of hurt because the man I loved turned out to be the man I feared the most. It reminded me of a quote I stumbled upon on the Internet a while ago. Sometimes the person you'd take a bullet for ends up being the one behind the gun. We share our vulnerabilities more readily than trading cards, interlocking our hearts as much as our fingers. Nothing hurt more than feeling my heart and self strengthen by Harry, only to be weakened and broken by the same man himself.

"No," I murmured to myself with a shake of my head. "I can't be weak, not now," I told myself firmly, even though my lower lip quivered as my eyes watered a bit.

I looked up from the sink to the mirror, sighing at my appearance. My eyes were bloodshot from the excessive crying, the blue-grey color of them now dreary and washed out, highlighting how empty and lifeless I felt on the inside. My complexion was ashen, my dark skin looking duller than usual, a contrast to how my skin glowed the night before I found out where Harry and I made love. My eyes immediately fluttered shut, scrunching when I had that thought, sniffling when I thought about how that was an act too. He didn't really love me. He only wanted to kill me.

It had been a week since the day I found out about Harry's true identity. Ever since then my phone had been blowing up with calls and text messages from Harry himself. But just the sight of his name popping up on the screen made me crush the device completely with my mind, making Atticus go out and buy a new one right after. The force field that had formed when I let go of my emotions was still intact since that day. It served as protection from The Saviors as now that I knew Harry was 6 Man, he and The Saviors won't rest until I was dead. What worried me was that Harry was able to come through the force field, due to his immunity. But he didn't. He stayed away like I told him to do so, which I found strange.

I exited the bathroom after a little while, trudging over to my bed and crawling under the covers, sniffling while I did so. I was avoiding Frida and Esmeralda. I knew the first thing they were going to say was 'I told you so'. Esmeralda had warned me about Harry being a Savior and so did Frida, and since they were both bitter they wouldn't show me any pity nor sympathy. Instead they would just mock me and scold me for being so stupid and blind, for allowing Harry into my life without doing proper check ups on him.

"Stupid," I muttered to myself bitterly. "So fucking stupid."

"Stop saying that."

I didn't bother to look over my shoulder, recognizing the voice as Atticus'. He had been my best supporter as of this moment. Rowena too was heartbroken, just like I was, over Maximus being a Savior and the brother of 6 Man. I didn't get to see her the entire week because she was holed up in one of the rooms in the Buckner Mansion since it was too dangerous to stay anywhere outside of the force field, just like me. I made a mental note to go see her, it would be best of we talked since she understood my pain the best. Atticus had to alternate between Rowena and I when it came to comforting us and spending time with us. Unlike Rowena, I had Aunt Sephy who had been of great support to me, so Atticus spent more time with Rowena since she was alone.

"How was Rowena?" I asked him dryly, pulling the covers tightly over my shoulders.

He came around the side of my bed, standing over me as he gazed down at me with pink pouted lips. His pale blonde hair was messy and damp from the rain outside: the rainy storm that I had caused as a result of my melancholic mood. A sweet aroma wafted through the air around me, making my gaze drift downwards to the small box Atticus had in his hands. I pushed myself up to lean back against the headboard as he sat down on the edge of my bed and handed me the box with a soft smile.

"Here I got you those cinnabon delights that you love so much from Taco Bell," he said softly, making my heart swell up. I opened the box and immediately began devouring the cinnamon goodness, feeling my mood lighten up a bit.

"Thank you Atti," I whispered quietly with a grateful smile, making him squeeze my thigh in response.

"Anything for you, Sugar," he returned immediately, before he answered my previous question. "Rowena's still upset, like really upset."  I frowned sadly at his words, pausing my chewing and swallowing.

"I must go see her," I said to myself more than to him. He nodded in response with a sigh.

"Is he still calling you?"

"Every day," Atticus muttered in response, making me frown a little.

"Change your number then."

"Sage, I've been meaning to talk to you about that," Atticus started hesitantly, while I finished off the cinnabon delights quite quickly. My brows lowered over my eyes at his words, frowning suspiciously at him.

"Well I'm listening."

"I answered one of his calls to tell him to fuck off, but then he started rambling, a lot. Going on and on about how he wants to help protect you and-"

"Get to the point, Atticus," I cut him off with a tight scowl. It just sounded like Harry was saying all that bullshit to trick Atticus into getting me to talk to him, so that way he could kill me.

"He gave information on what the Saviors are doing now, and it's really useful because right now we have no idea on what The Saviors are doing and that's fucking bad because how the hell are we going to prepare for the war that's about to come-"

"And what exactly is this useful information he has given you?" I arched a brow at him questioningly.

"The Saviors have witches."

My eyes widened a little, surprised to hear this information because it was odd. The Saviors hated our kind, yet they were using witches to take down witches?

"They use them for charming objects and doing spells and etc. They do dark magic; Sage and they're very powerful. Right now, Harry said they couldn't attack you because you've got this humongous force field around the academy and your home," Atticus exclaimed loudly, making me sigh and shake my head, not believing a word he said.

"You really think he's telling you the truth, Atticus?" I questioned sharply with narrowed eyes. "The man lied to me during the entirety of our relationship and I had to find out in the worst way possible! You seriously think he's not lying to you about this bullshit in order to get you to fall into his trap?"

"I know he's not lying about this information, Sage," Atticus said firmly, making me scowl at how delusional he was being.   

Out of all people, I thought Atticus would be the one who was the most furious with Harry, because he always served as the protective older brother, making sure no man was trying to break my heart. Yet here he was, supporting Harry's claims about The Saviors when he could be easily lying to Atticus about everything for some plan he was probably plotting to get me to take the force field down or come out of it.

"And how do you know that?"

"Because he loves you."

I swallowed thickly at Atticus' words, feeling my heart throb as I took a moment to compose myself, lifting my gaze to meet his that was slightly tearful.

"That's a lie, Atticus, you know that," I whispered quietly, feeling hurt that he had to bring that up when it was plain clear that Harry wasn't genuine about it.

"It's not, he's telling the truth about this one, Sage," he told me in an assertive voice. I was slightly taken back by how firm he was being about this.

"How would you know?" I sighed harshly, folding my arms over my chest with a tight frown.

He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolding the crumpled thing and handing it to me. I shot him a look of suspicion, looking at the writing on it before sighing. There were two phrases written in Spanish by me that I heard Harry say to me while we had sex the night before the morning I found out. I was curious to see what they meant so I quickly scribbled down whatever I tried to remember a few days ago, wanting to translate it. I forgot about it after a few days until here it was, with Atticus this whole time. I never got around to translate it.

"How did you get that?-" I started to ask him before he cut me off.

"As you know I speak Spanish and I can translate that for you," Atticus started to say as I tried to prepare myself for the translations.

I expected them to be taunts or mockery about how easily I was falling into Harry's trap. It would make sense if he said that, or just something sexual because he didn't care about me, therefore he wouldn't have said anything heartfelt, just something mocking about me being blind and dumb, or something sexual like 'you feel good' or just cursing. He obviously said it in a way where it sounded like he was muttering dirty things.

"Mi corazón, mi alma, mi todo," he read out loud. "My heart, my soul, my everything."

I inhaled a shaky breath at the English translation, feeling my heart crumble into pieces again while I felt my tears prick my eyes. Atticus noticed my tearful expression, a pained look flashing across his face because he absolutely detested seeing me in pain like this. I was wrong. Why would he say something like that if he didn't mean it? Unless...no; that couldn't be it. He couldn't have been genuine. He was 6 Man, he hated witches, he wanted to kill me. He couldn't have been genuine.

"Lo siento tanto mi amor. Por todo. I am so sorry my love. For everything," Atticus uttered quietly, his words making all the emotions come crashing down on me again as I began crying.

Atticus held me to him as I sobbed into his chest unceasingly, clutching his t-shirt as I did so. He held me to him pitifully and in silence, rocking me back and forth while rubbing my back soothingly. All I could manage was short gasps and body-racking sobs every time I pulled back with blinking lashes, heavy with tears. Harry's betrayal had left me broken. I was shaky and fragile, like my balance was off and I felt lost inside. I felt pain everywhere. Sometimes it was physical, like it hurt to think and breathe, and sometimes it was mental like there were cuts on my mind and heart, each breath and thought causing them to sting.

"Why would he say something like that?" I whimpered quietly, confusion lacing with my features as I frowned with tear-stained cheeks. "I am so sorry my love, for everything."

"I think it's because he was being genuine while saying them."

I lifted my head up abruptly, staring at Atticus with narrowed eyes. He arched an eyebrow at me, brown eyes softening at the sight of my red-rimmed eyes, mottled cheek and desolate expression. He pushed a few strands of his blonde hair away from his eyes with a sigh, waiting for me to speak.

"Why would you think that?" I asked him curiously, making him exhale through his nose deeply.

"Because, don't you think it's a bit odd he's apologizing for all this shit to you in Spanish? Like, he knows you don't understand and he knows you finding out was inevitable, yet he's saying sorry," Atticus explained, but I shook my head, finding it hard to believe what he was saying.  

"You out of all people believe he's being genuine? Atticus, you said you were going to chop his body up and sacrifice it to Satan just last week," I pointed out, making him scowl a little.

"True, I still want to do that. But listen to me, Sage. He wants to help protect you and the coven, 6 Man obviously wouldn't do such a thing, but Harry would," Atticus said firmly, making me frown tightly at him.

"Are you defending him?"

"No!" Atticus exclaimed, as I pushed myself off his body and sat up, arms folded over my chest. "Sage, what he did was unacceptable. Lying to you like that was fucking wrong and disgusting and I'm gonna stab him for that. But he cares about you, I can see it. He ain't that great of an actor," Atticus joked, making me frown, slapping his bicep.

"That's not funny, Atticus," I said with a trembling lower lip, making his face fall, realizing his mistake.

"Shit, I'm sorry Sage. I'm such a dick, I don't even know why I said that," he apologized quickly and sincerely, a look of shame flashing across his features. "I'm sorry Sugar," he continued apologizing in a small voice, hugging me to him when he noticed I moved away.   I sighed lightly, roping my arms around his shoulder lightly as he curled up against my chest.

"I don't know how I could possibly believe him, Atticus. He lied to me. All those times I talked to him about 6 Man out of fear, when he was 6 Man himself! He must've been fucking laughing on the inside!" I exclaimed in exasperation, before feeling myself tear up again. "Stupid. I'm so fucking stupid!" I cried a little, covering my mouth to muffle my sobs. "How could I let this happen?"

"Hey, this is not your fault," Atticus said to me firmly, cupping my chin and pushing my face up to gaze at me. "Harry has the power of immunity. We never would've broken into his real thoughts and found out about 6 Man. By the time we did that spell on him and found out about his powers, we already assumed he wasn't a Savior because of how much he 'looked' like he loved you."

"But how could I have just stopped right there? How could we have just assumed he wasn't a Savior, when we never actually knew for sure! His mind was fucking blocked!" I ranted, waving my hands around.

"I guess we just assumed he wouldn't be a Savior because he's half warlock. Now that I think of it, that's odd. Why is he 6 Man if he's half a warlock?" Atticus wondered out loud as I shook my head, lying back on the bed.

"He's fucked up that's what," I shook my head with tears leaking from my eyes. "Oh my god, what if those rumors we've heard about him are real?"

"They're rumors, Sage. We don't know for sure," he told me, making me shake my head vigorously.

"But they might be true," I insisted, my voice breaking. "Especially the one about him sleeping with witches and killing them right after," I said with a shudder, eyes screwing shut when I thought about all the times we had sex, how vulnerable I was.

"He didn't do that to you, he didn't kill you-"

"Because he wanted to find out more information about our coven! Why are you defending him?" I screeched, throwing my hands up in exasperation.

"I don't know!" he yelled back, his eyes darkening all of a sudden with blue and purple veins immediately pulsing underneath them. This always happened when he lost his temper, it scared a lot of people but I was so used to it, I simply gazed back at him with a vexed glare.

"Did you leave the force field? Maybe one of those witches from the Saviors you're talking about put a spell on you-"

"No!" he insisted, climbing off the bed and running his hand through his blonde locks. He looked at me with a few tears in his eyes before speaking again. "I-I just, I don't know Sage. You looked so happy with him, happier than you have ever been in such a long time. I've never seen you that happy. I hate seeing you like this, so sad and heartbroken. Part of me wants to believe what he's saying about loving you because I just want to see you happy again, okay?"

His words stunned me a little, making my lips part and eyes widen. Atticus always made little confessions like this, and they always warmed my heart up and made tears blur my vision. Despite the way he carries himself out, a crass, sarcastic, witty guy; on the inside he was the sweetest, most caring person you would ever meet. He always cared about making people happy, those people being Rowena, his mother and I. But this came out of nowhere, and I found his words tear-jerking because they were so genuine.

"Oh Atti," I whispered quietly, climbing off the bed and walking towards him. I cupped his cheeks with a sad smile on my face, my stormy eyes glistening with tears. "He broke me, but I will survive this and I will move on."

"But you won't be as happy as you were with him," Atticus pointed out, making my heart tighten. "He's the one, Sage. I could tell."

"He was. Past tense. Meaning he's not the one anymore," I said in a bitter tone, watching Atticus swallow thickly as he blinked the tears away in his eyes. But the words felt bitter in my mouth, because deep down I still loved Harry. It was just something that couldn't be changed.

"You don't deserve this," he shook his head, sniffling as he wound his arms around my shoulders to hug me. "You don't deserve this pain, it's fucking unfair."

I sighed in response, resting my chin on his shoulder as I listened to Atticus rant a bit more. He was always like this whenever Rowena or I got hurt. He got so emotional and upset because we were like family to him, even though his mother and my aunt always thought he was just secretly in love with us. That was most certainly not the case.

"I just wanted to know how you would feel if I visited Harry to find out more about The Saviors. I know I don't have to ask for your permission or whatever but I just thought you might get pissed or hurt if I did go behind your back," he rambled a bit hesitantly.

"I guess I would be a bit hurt, but I would also do this," I said, pulling back and smacking the back of his head with my hand.

"Ow you bitch, what the hell was that for?"

"For thinking you can trust him so easily!" I scolded him, as he pouted hardly, rubbing the back of his head as we broke the hug. "Are you fucking serious Atticus? Do I have to explain why it's stupid to trust Harry after all he's done?"

"I just thought we should hear him out!" Atticus defended himself. "Not just about The Saviors, but about you! You never gave him a chance to explain himself, as you said he kept saying he wanted to explain-"

"Yeah but he only said that to make me stop and listen to him and actually believe the bullshit spewing out of his mouth," I scoffed, making Atticus roll your eyes clearly thinking otherwise. "Seriously," I whispered. "Why do you think he's telling the truth this time?"

"It's a gut feeling, Sage," Atticus told me, making me snort.

"I don't trust you gut, babe. Not after that time you told me your gut was telling you that Spanish guy at that bar had a big dick. But when I slept with him, I could barely feel him hitting my g-spot because it was that small!" I exclaimed, earning silence from Atticus, before he burst out laughing. I stood there with a cross expression on my face with my arms folded over my chest.

"I'm sorry, Sugar. But that's funny as fuck!" he laughed, doubling over as I managed to crack a grin, grateful for someone like Atticus who could make me laugh when I was down.

"Okay so my gut feeling failed you during that time! But trust me, I feel it." I sighed heavily, shaking my head with my lips pressing tightly together.

"I've begun questioning my trust in everyone ever since Harry broke my trust in him."

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ahhhh this chapter was shite, I literally re-wrote it like three times. The next ones are better I swear !!

Happy Valentine's Day loves!!! How was/is your Valentine's Day???

I almost had a threesome...

just needed two more people :')

(Let's pretend I didn't steal that from Conor Maynard)

ALSO: the prologue for my new Harry fanfic 'True Colors' is up!! Go check it out and show some love ❤❤❤

Until we meet again...

t.m.