#And the rule is if I put money into savings it shall absolutely positively not come back out again until I need it for a goal

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Day two of rapidly pounding down two to three cups of coffee in one sitting like a fucking maniac:

I did my dishes, disinfected and de-scaled my kitchen sink, swept the floors, rearranged the ingredients I have out on the counter, wiped down my microwave, the stove, and the countertops with vinegar water.

[your-brilliant-lady-m]

Part 1 - Basic Concepts of Miraculous Ladybug: Miraculous Jewels

Alright! I promised you meta and now I deliver!

I feel like people mostly watch Miraculous for the romance these days. Shipping is all everyone cares about. I wonder why? Probably because writers themselves don't take their worldbuilding very seriously and because they don't put much effort into making the audience care about something other than Love Square, like the mythology behind the Miraculous, or motivations of the main villain, or some pretty heavy topics for a kid's show that they bring up and then refuse to touch again. You know, all the good things. And this is coming from someone who is a passionate multishipper. I have lived through several shipping wars in different fandoms and came out victorious after all.

I am probably the only person out there who cares about the big picture, the overall storyline and the worldbuilding of Miraculous in addition to all details and implications that could develop into fascinating plotlines relevant to the main story. It is a rather lonely fandom experience, I must confess. But, hey? Who cares? I am here to have fun and bring to the table discussions no one wants to have.

So, let's talk about the basics.

If you, as the writing team, are capable of keeping only 1 thing consistent, then please, I beg you, let it be the basic concepts of your universe. Because in this case, one has to actively put effort into writing characters and conflict resolutions badly. And also because nothing can save bad worldbuilding.

I don't have high worldbuilding standards for Miraculous. They certainly aren't as high as the ones I had for Legend of Korra (which was a badly written trainwreck, that ATLA doesn't deserve as a sequel) or the ones I currently have for Dragon Prince. Therefore I won't be too harsh in my criticisms. Granted, I think that Miraculous has better worldbuilding and lore consistency than Winx Club for example (I haven't seen the reboot yet, so writers might have fixed their worldbuilding at least a little bit). Even though I enjoyed Winx when I was younger and some elements of this story still attract me.

Both serialised and episodic shows as well as movies to the lesser extent must have some flexibility in worldbuilding and plot because you can never be 100% sure where your story is going. Maybe, you'll get money for more seasons, maybe not. However, you must never lose sight of your basic concepts. They have to stay the same no matter what, because rewriting lore and retconning major developments every new season is not and never will be called good writing.

Forgive me for using architectural metaphors, but you need a solid foundation to build any kind of structure. Otherwise, everything falls apart.

I like to apply this logic to writing as well. When designing a world where your story takes place, you must lay a few ground rules. It's especially important if you have a magic system. What kind of ideas absolutely must exist? What kind of conclusion do you want your story to have? Does your magic system has limitations? Where is the grey area? Could you introduce new elements later on?

And I feel like the writing team of Miraculous Ladybug did not ask these questions. This may feel like I am nit-picking canon material and looking for problems that simply aren't there, but I promise that I am not. You see, things that I am about to point out only seem small at first glance. But these details are actually the source of the largest plotholes in the series. And their presence negatively affects character development, conflicts and resolutions of said conflicts.

That doesn't mean that I have nothing good to say about the magic system of the show and its elements. There are a lot of great ideas and concepts. And some of them have the potential to contribute to the delightful story.

Let's dive right into it, shall we?

Camouflage

I have to give credit where it's due because the idea of camouflage and shapeshifting for Miraculouses is brilliant. It seems like Miraculous can't fundamentally change its type of jewellery or accessory. The ring will always be the ring but with a different ornament, colour or shape. This is true most of the time (Monkey Miraculous is an exception since it transformed into earplugs/headphones/headband/circlet) It makes sense and avoids plotholes. Grimoire doesn't have the pictures of each Miraculous in disguise for identity protection. That was very neat too. I have no comments. This concept was very good.

Also, since Marinette wore a nose ring of the Ox in "Kwamibuster" without any problem and Adrien wore Ladybug's earrings in "Reflekdoll", we can assume that you don't need to have piercings to wear a Miraculous. Miraculous just magically passes through your skin.

I'm interested to know the following. Can Kwamis recognise a camouflaged Miraculous on a person? Can the holder order them to confess the identity of this person? This shouldn't be possible for identity protection just like with Kwamis sensing each other. But more on that in later posts.

Power Levels

For a long time, we assume that there are only 7 Miraculouses. Turtle belongs to Master Fu, Gabriel has Butterfly and Peacock, Marinette and Adrien have Ladybug and Black Cat. Everything is pretty straightforward. Then it's revealed that there are more jewels and more boxes. It makes the worldbuilding interesting, but it also majorly complicates things, making them inconsistent.

Their position in the Miracle Box implies their power levels. Creation and destruction are the most powerful forces in existence, therefore they are at the top. Moreover, it makes this Box the most important, the most powerful out of all others. Su Han in "Furious Fu" calls it "Mother Miracle Box". Fox, Turtle, Bee, Butterfly and Peacock have less power than the main pair, but more than the Miraculous of the lower Zodiac tier (since they correspond with animals of the Chinese Zodiac).

1. Ladybug can create anything out of nothing (Lucky Charm, which gives what you need the most at the moment). This Miraculous can resurrect the dead, reverse the effects of the Cataclysm. The power of Miraculous Cure or Miraculous Ladybug can work in several ways:

it simply repairs the damage (puts stuff back together, heals injuries and so on)

it reverses time for the matter, restoring things back to the state they were before the destruction occurred (however, the Cure doesn't erase people's memories of everything that happened unless they were mind-controlled, frozen in place or transformed by Akuma into something else - this is an important point that I'll discuss some other time)

How does Miraculous Cure work when there are no supervillians? In NY Special Marinette just says this.

Excuse me, what? What was that? You can't do anything when the villain is gone? What the hell?

*insert here every scene where Ladybug fixed Paris after destroying akumatized/amokized object (this action causes the Akuma victim to detransform/sentimonster to disappear - villain is gone) and purifying butterfly and feather*

It was such cheap angst. I couldn't even be upset when Adrien gave up his Miraculous, because that whole situation is just stupid. But, never mind. We aren't talking about that today.

Apparently, Lucky Charm and Miraculous Cure only work when summoned to battle a specific villain. What is the point then? Huh? You can't tell me that Ladybug has the power of unlimited creation and then say that she can't repair the damage without a special Lucky Charm that was magically synchronised with specific big bad of the week.

Ladybug also can purify Akumas. It makes sense for Ladybug to have the ability to reverse the magic of less powerful Miraculous. But this power can't be applied universally. How does this power of reversal apply to different situations where there is no evil Butterfly holder? Can Ladybug reverse the magic of any Miraculous?

The unlimited power of creation introduced in season 4 ("Mr. Pidgeon 72") is another fascinating thing. On one hand, it's logical and proves the status of this Miraculous as the most powerful. On the other hand, by introducing this power, you have created a plothole. Look, Marinette can create the charm which repels Akumas. If Ladybug can create anything then what stops her from creating a tool for finding Hawkmoth (like special glasses for discovering identities or a compass)? I mean, the show says that the power of creation is unlimited, it means that the creation of such tool is possible.

2. Black Cat can destroy anything with Cataclysm, even other Miraculous. He can kill living things and turn them into ash, but not himself. This Miraculous is supposed to have other special abilities that we don't see. And they should be equal to powers of Ladybug, both in number and in potency. Unfortunately, after 3 seasons writers didn't give us anything. It makes laughable the idea of balance between Ladybug and Black Cat.

Now, to the second tier. These Miraculouses have a singular ability, but they need a second one to keep the power balanced between Zodiac and the main pair.

3. Butterfly creates champions with different superpowers. But how does the time limit of children work for Butterfly? In theory, the countdown should start right after the creation of the Akuma since for Ladybug and Chat Noir countdown starts after activation of their powers even if they don't use them. However, if the countdown of the Butterfly begins after Akuma creation then there's no point because the holder has to stay transformed to guide their champion. The charged butterfly won't have time to even grant powers before the transformation of the child-holder drops. This issue is never explored because Gabriel doesn't have a time limit. However, I feel like it should be addressed in flashbacks of past Butterfly holders for example.

This Miraculous should be less powerful than Ladybug and Black Cat. It's often not. Some Akumas are too overpowered. Stormy Weather can move the Earth away from the Sun, Timetagger can send people through time and jump through time as well, Chat Blanc destroyed the world with a single energy blast, Miraculer could steal powers of those more powerful than her by default. These are the most notable examples. One could argue that Chat Blanc was a different case. Hawkmoth simply gave the most powerful Miraculous a boost. However, we know that even without a holder (the wildest and the most powerful form of uncontrolled Miraculous magic) Plagg's Cataclysm can't destroy the universe just like that (he presumably wiped out dinosaurs and sunk Atlantis on his own without a holder). I think that the less powerful Miraculous (Butterfly) shouldn't be able to increase the power of destruction to such a degree and give Black Cat the power to destroy celestial bodies and galaxies.

Writers want us to see Hawkmoth as the formidable villain. But it's not easy because he is less powerful than your main heroes by default of your worldbuilding. Sometimes writers make the Butterfly more powerful than creation and destruction to raise the stakes, breaking the laws of their magic system. So, how do you solve this? Let Ladybug and Black Cat keep their status as the most powerful and instead of giving Hawkmoth more magical power, make him smarter, more cunning, inventive. Gabriel is a fashion designer, whose creativity makes him a very good Butterfly holder. He has a life full of experience, he knows much more about things than the main teenage characters. Catalyst was very interesting for this very reason. Gabriel sort of discovered a cheat code to boost his powers. Show us how he experiments with his powers, how he analyses his past Akumas and tries to find the most effective ones. Maybe Gabriel tries to design Akumas that can specifically neutralise Ladybug and Chat Noir. This exploration could also give writers an opportunity to explain how the powers of Butterfly work. Can he control the type of powers he grants? Can he control the appearance of Akumas? There are many things to be explored.

4. Peacock creates sentimonsters. I remember that fans were very disappointed when the power of the Peacock was revealed at the end of season 2. I was one of them. The concept of Amoks is far too similar to akumatized butterflies. Other Miraculouses have unique abilities and keywords for their powers, while Peacock just looks like Butterfly 2.0. That glowing mask effect just adds insult to injury.

You have to start by figuring out the powers of the Peacock in a normal situation. If a holder is a good person, then how does their power work? For example, make them related to sight (because of the "eye" pattern on feathers). Maybe, Peacock grants the ability to see the several possibilities of the future, but only a few minutes ahead. Maybe, this Miraculous gives you the ability to see through someone's eyes for a few minutes (and the victim is completely unaware of the intrusion). Perhaps, Peacock allows the holder to use feathers (or tiny peacocks) as cameras one at a time and be all-seeing. These feather-spies can be destroyed by the holder or disappear on their own after some time. Such power could be devastating when used against heroes in canon.

5. Bee can paralyze. This power is pretty straightforward. Once I read a fanfiction focused on very vell done Chloe Redemption, where she fights alongside Ladybug and Chat Noir. Eventually, she grows and becomes a better person. This fic ends with an Akuma battle, where LB and CN are trapped and Akuma is ready to kill them. But Chloe uses a second power of the Bee on the villain - Miraculous Stinger. It's deadly both for the holder and for the victim (because bees die when they sting someone). Chloe kills the Akuma with a Stinger before it can get LB and CN, but she too dies making the ultimate irreversible sacrifice. I will add a link if I find it again.

6. Turtle can create a shield. I don't have much to say on this either. It feels underpowered compared to others in the second tier. Maybe Turtle can also slow down opponents (because turtles aren't the fasters animals out there).

7. Fox creates illusions and acts as their puppeteer. In order to create a balance between other powers, these illusions must hold for as long as the holder needs them to. I propose this mostly because we see that Venom of the Bee lasts very long, the shield of the Turtle lasts either until it's destroyed or the holder wants to remove it, same goes for Akumas and sentimonsters who disappear only when the holder wants them to or their affected object is destroyed.

Let's talk about Zodiac tier. Miraculous of the third tier shouldn't have the second ability like more powerful ones. These powers are the most inconsistent. Even if we haven't seen all of them yet.

8. Mouse can create many small clones of the holder. It is unclear how these clones communicate with each other and how many of them this Miraculous can create. The holder can control the number of clones. This power was very convenient in "Kwamibuster" and it makes sense symbolically for the mouse. What activates the time-limit for children? Marinette didn't have any problems with it when she became Multimouse.

9. Snake can create a 5-minute time loop and has the ability to come back in time. This Miraculous feels a bit overpowered for the Miraculous of the Zodiac Tier. The holder can reset the time as many times as he/she needs to. It's was a good source of drama and trauma in "Desperada". I was honestly surprised that Adrien was capable of fighting after spending months in a loop. But this doesn't change the fact that Snake is overpowered. You can give this Miraculous the power to hypnotise or keep the time ability but place a limit on the number of resets. How does the lyre work as a weapon? Who knows? No one!

10. Dragon can shapeshift into elements: water, wind and lightning. It has the coolest transformation words hands down (Bring the Storm and Open Sky). Apparently this Miraculous doesn't have the time limit.

11. Rabbit can time travel or jump through alternative realities, even writers aren't sure. Time-travel in this show is so badly written it gives me a headache. This Miraculous shouldn't exist just like its powers. Snake belongs to the same tier, but 5 minutes and whole centuries of time jumps aren't comparable in power levels. They are not and this is the hill I will die on. Give the Rabbit powers related to its symbolism in China like an ability to de-age people, heal them or give them a speed boost in contrast with Turtle who might have the ability to slow down.

This Miraculous is so special that its Kwami - Fluff can live separately from his Miraculous in a Miracle Box for millennia (Fluff lives in the Box in "Sandboy", but his Miraculous, pocket watch, was passed down for generations in Alix's family). This is a discussion for a separate post, however. There's a lot to unpack. We'll do that some other time. You will suffer with me but at a later date.

12. Horse can create portals. They could lead anywhere, which is pretty cool. On the other hand, this power is not very useful in direct combat, especially when it's used by a child since we can have only one portal per transformation.

13. Monkey can cause a malfunction in powers of other people. What is the point of this? This power was specifically created by writers to defeat Akuma in "Party Crasher". That's it. What if your target is not magical? How does this Miraculous work in different circumstances?

14. Pig shows people their greatest desire. Both the holder and the recipient of this power can see this desire. Chat Noir wasn't impressed in "Guiltrip" and neither was I. It's underpowered compared to other Miraculous in this tier. Also, why does the tambourine can shoot energy beams? Why?

That's all I have to say on the matter. I'll update the power analysis as needed.

[agentrouka-blog]

What do you think about the conditions at Wall after Jon death? How do you think Jon will handle things after he gonna resurrected because it gonna mess as he was mediator between wildlings and NW?

Hi anon!

I have no real ideas here. It depends on how much Bowen Marsh and his co-conspirators had actually planned for the aftermath?

Just before the assassination, Jon makes sure to inform every last of them that Stannis was supposedly killed "with all his strength", by reading the Pink Letter aloud in the Shield Hall.

We know Bowen Marsh strongly disapproved of how closely Jon was tying the fortunes of the Watch to Stannis' fate. This news, along with Jon being grievously injured will absolutely dominate the immediate aftermath of Jon XIII.

(TL;DR: You're asking me?)

Stannis "death" leaves Selyse and Shireen is a very vulnerable position, same with Melisandre. The wildlings are not likely to be fond of them, either. But the wildlings have been integrated into the structure of the Watch, and not all black brothers disapprove of that. The structures Jon tried to put into place aren't actually that unstable, so I don't think it'll all collapse into chaos. They know they have a common foe, and they have had some time to get used to each other.

Perchance the conspirators vastly overestimated how welcome their actions will be in the eyes of the Watch. Either they take over and there is a truly dangerous stand-off between the various factions, or they will meet a surprisingly swift end before Jon is even awake.

Then there is Hardhome.

"But now I find I cannot go to Hardhome. The ranging will be led by Tormund Giantsbane, known to you all. I have promised him as many men as he requires."

"And where will you be, crow?" Borroq thundered. "Hiding here in Castle Black with your white dog?" (ASOS, Jon XIII)

Jon's bestie here has a clear mandate to save the thousands of civilians, and it's unlikely he'll just abandon that plan entirely. Time is of the essence. So a number of wildlings will likely still march North and simply try to use the wildling castles as their base instead of Castle Black. If they manage to save them, there will be a LOT of desperate wildlings at the Wall, demanding the return of their enslaved women and children from Essos. Will they stay at the Wall or try to gain help elsewhere?

Jon, meanwhile, one could surmise from this unprovoked little line, will "hide" at Castle Black, his spirit warged into Ghost. His body (which I expect to be magically comatose like Bran had been) could be cared for by loyal friends like Satin or Val. Tormund took his people to the next castle east, Oakenshield, another potential destination. Perhaps his survival might be obscured from his enemies by burning another body in his stead, leading to later rumors of a resurrection.

Monster remains an official royal hostage along with Val. Does Selyse try to keep them part of her household? For all I know, Selyse might remove from Castle Black post haste, maybe to the Nightfort, which Jon "ceded" to Stannis.

"This is the king's true heir. Shireen will one day sit the Iron Throne and rule the Seven Kingdoms. She must be kept from harm, and Eastwatch is where the attack will come. This Nightfort is the place my husband has chosen for our seat, and there we shall abide. We—oh!" (ADWD, Jon IX)

There she could be found by the returning Tycho Nestoris, and by Justin Massey (with Alysanne Mormont and Jeyne Poole), who had been tasked with travellling to Braavos to hire sellswords with Iron Bank money to secure Shireen's throne. But will he truly do that when he learns Stannis is supposedly dead, or will his personal ambitions interfere? He has been counseling caution and self-preservation all this time.

What happens to Jeyne Poole, known as "Arya", another royal ward now, officially wed to Ramsay? How much pressure will the Northern mountain clans exert on her behalf? Mel's influence here will be crucial for Selyse, but perhaps no longer respected by many others. How many R'hllor followers will stay loyal if their Azor Aai is gone? How will the actual events around Winterfell play into this? All of this eventually leads to the burning of Shireen.

Say, Jon can't stay down and out for too long, but he is unlikley to be immediately lucid if he's been in a prolonged warg-state, plus his injuries will require some recovery time. Events will have moved along quite dramatically by the time he reappears, and there is no telling how any but his closest confidants will react to the idea of a "resurrected" warg Lord Commander, so I doubt he will actually remain that beyond potentially trying to exact justice for the worst transgressions that take place in the meantime.

In general, I see Jon's path leading away from the Wall. I don't actually think he will reunite with Sansa there, I think he will be drawn into the political arc around Winterfell and House Bolton, if only indirectly, and he will be preoccupied with the immediate trauma of having been violently betrayed, of having warged, of whatever spiritual journey he undertakes in his recovery, etc. He will be much more volatile than before the stabbing. If the Watch doesn't want him, it doesn't mean that he'll give up on wanting to prepare the North for the impending ice threat.

And that's not even counting how the Northern Lords will eye Jon as Ned's remaining son, if he is known to be released from the Watch. Manderly sent for Rickon, the clans rode for Ned's daughter, now there's a kid of an age with the late Robb Stark, with leadership experience and his self-forged connections, the Stark look and a fierce wolf. Some will try to move him into a leadership position, others may eye him warily as a potential Ramsay.

Then we have Theon running around with Asha, no doubt. And Sansa riding in on a dying horse. Rickon and Davos.

It's going to be interesting.

[mistakenvilliany]

Episode 7

This and episode 6 are a the first of several times where I just went on a binge in my first watch (probably watched like 8 in a row?). BUT you kinda have to them together, and I was already so invested that I said "what is time anyway?" Anyway, details below! These get long, and they only promise to get longer, just remember, I did warn you.

• Lan Yi's been in Cold Pond Cave long enough that her girlfriend raised kids, who've had kids. She's so pleased but also sad. She's probably done the "what is time" thing too. I hope those bunnies have been half as entertaining as this show

• And she somehow knows of Baoshan Sanren's seclusion? But didn't seek her out for shame? She's trapped in the cave, this makes total sense. No, no it doesn't. I have questions! How is this done? Who is capable? It's one freaking line, and I'm already wondering on the implications

• Lan Yi: "nope, didn't bring you here, I guess someone else is fucking around with the other Yin Iron pieces, sorry" Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian (teenagers): "We will fix this! We are completely qualified!"

• Here's where you can really tell that this plot point got shoehorned in, the Yin Iron is the "spirit of heaven and earth, which can't be eradicated" and yet later after the defeat of Wen Rohan, those pieces are suddenly gone. "Nothing to see here folks! We destroyed/suppressed them more successfully than our ancestors even though we know less about them!"

• I love that we hear Wei Wuxian shouting before he and Lan Wangji fall through a cliff face. What was WWX doing that made LWJ mad this time? Winding that ribbon closer? That's my guess anyway.

• "We've been gone how long?!? Oh what a long story to tell, it would be so boring! Of course, here are some minor distracting details - it was cold! Well! Let's all head back shall we?" I feel like everyone should know that Wei Wuxian is lying here, or at least leaving something out. Wen Qing gets that something is missing, but the person that should absolutely know better, Jiang Cheng, just decides - brother re-aquired, return to sister.

• I have to laugh so hard at this - we're in a private lesson essentially that bad things are happening because of this piece of "universe" and our probable enemy has one too. WWX response is that "we use that one to find all the others!" And LWJ thinks that it's a GOOD IDEA! These are just over eager children.

• Jiang Cheng is such a petulant little brother! "Now you're close with Lan Wangji, stay here I don't care" I'm not really sure how close they actually are in age, but Jiang Cheng really knows how to be the baby. As a certified youngest sibling myself I can attest that it is his God given right to be dramatic.

• My baby! Don't worry, wwx isn't rejecting you, he just doesn't think he could follow all the rules, and he really really can't. It will be okay.

• Xue Yang is so happy to get permission to murder people. I get it, I too would like to smite my enemies. My only concern is - dude why are you waiting for the okay to do so? He doesn't actually do what Wen Rohan wants him to anyway, so ?? Kid's got issues.

• Oh Wen Chao, what to do with you? Wen Rohan who is the current Cheif Cultivator, and currently acquiring more power through dubious means of Yin Iron, has a separate chamber to put you in rather than face you to speak to you, and your response is "I'll do what I want, there will be no consequences to that" such arrogance, I am so happy you die.

• WWX so happy: "you smiled" LWJ's immediate reaction (internally): uh oh, I smiled and he he saw! Now I must kill him it's the only reasonable response

• I feel bad for Nie Huaisang's lantern getting burned, they are finally doing something that he's good at and he doesn't get to show it off. Also - "it cost so much, you'll never be able to replace it" is amazing! Jiang clan obviously has money, but WWX must always be running out.

• Then Nie Huaisang's wish is to finally pass, please please let me pass! Such a slacker wish. Kid, I love you, but just study.

• Upon hearing the succinct wish of Wei Wuxian's only ambitions in life, Lan Wangji can't help it - falls in love even more. And his immediate reaction is of course "and I will do this Yin Iron quest by myself to see that WWX has a world where he can live his dreams"

• The fight between Jin Zixuan and Wei Wuxian must have gone on for awhile and obviously Jin Zixuan got the worse end of it, my baby is a powerful cultivator and probably also fights a bit dirty. I can't say that I blame him for it, with the nature of dynastic marriages it had to be a huge insult to the Jiangs that Jin Zixuan publicly declared he didn't want to marry (my beloved treasure) Jiang Yanli.

• My baby was really initiating conversation!! I'm so proud of you! Okay, so Wei Wuxian isn't actually crying or anything, but! No baby! Don't storm off! Shoot.

• And we learn for 100% positive that the only way that Wei Wuxian knows how to interact with things he finds cute is to poke at it. LWJ could have learned something if he just stuck around. (And oh lord! I have to leave the comments of on his knees alone, there's way too much there)

• Jin Guangshan walks in - yuck

• Jiang Fengmian - "Wei Wuxian is at fault, so I take responsibility" Jin Guangshan - "no, no, my son is at fault, so I take responsibility" Lan Qiren - "Don't worry I have already punished them appropriately"

• Again we have a dynastic marriage problem, Jiang Fengmian isn't really a great politician here, he doesn't want his daughter with someone who won't respect here but his response should have been something else to tie the clans closer together, not as good as marriage, but really the assurance of "how could it?" is not reassuring

• I am not exactly clear on what upsets Jiang Cheng. His sister will be sad? The political situation is not good for them? His mother will be angry? Running to spill to WWX is a certified little sibling move. And then Wei Wuxian runs off to check on Jiang Yanli, and finds her basically setting down all her hopes and dreams for the life she was going to have.

• Lans meeting with Jiang Fengmian: Don't mind us! Just a very visible silencing ward, nothing is the matter, don't pay any attention. We're definitely not discussing taboo Yin Iron topics or speculating on the Wen involvement, nope just having tea.

• LQR just gets finished telling Jiang Fengmian to be stricter with WWX, and then he just shakes his head at WWX's and JC's antics later. He barely even tries to stop them

• I love how it is severely implied that Wei Wuxian went and saved the rabbits and now doesn't know what to do. It's the establishment of a pattern for my baby. And it's only then that he figures out that LWJ is leaving him behind! Baby, honey - you just gave him a head start.

[thorne93]

The Softest Fire (Part 2)

Prompt: Rosaline Vaughan had it all: fame, money, power, glory, a high status job. Until, one day, she woke up, and realized something was missing from her life.

Word Count: 5413

Warnings: dealing with animals(??)

Notes: First Fantastic Beast fic! I could NOT have done this at all without @arrow-guy​​. They have created a counterpart to this fic, writing it from Nora Vaughan’s perspective (Rosaline’s cousin/adopted sister). Fic aesthetic done by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​.

Newt had dropped by my flat less than twenty-four hours after my imposed visited. 

“Rosaline,” he had begun, “my work is… well in some ways similar to what you do and in other ways it is quite opposite.”

“You mean how you deal with animals?” 

“Yes and no,” he responded, his head dipping in that shy, insecure way. “In your line of work, you deal with uncertain circumstances that must be dealt with quickly. The same is true for mine. But in your line of work, the target of your attacks are defending themselves against the law. My targets are defending themselves against us. You’ll have to learn the difference. The creatures I find, help, and study are just living in their habitat, trying to live, mate, eat… They don’t pose a threat to you, until you pose a threat to them.” 

I nodded. “Of course, Newt. I’d never hurt any creature.”

“No, of course, I know that. I just want you to have an idea of what you’ll be dealing with before I offer you the job. Also, your um, ensemble?” He eyed me up and down. I wore a blush pink satin dress with a dress over coat. 

“What’s wrong with my dress?” I wondered. 

“Nothing. If you’re sitting in an office. In the wild though, where we will be most of the time, or taking care of the creatures, it might be a bit more sensible if you dressed in trousers.” 

“Trousers?” I questioned, nearly as if I were offended. I couldn’t help it. I’d never worn trousers a day in my life. 

“If that’s a problem, Rosaline, I understand--”

“No, I don’t mind. Anything to get this job.” 

He gave you a twitch of a smile before telling me, “Then I’m pleased to say you have the job. I just hope it doesn’t bore you.” 

“I’m sure nothing we do together will bore me, Newt. Thank you so much for this opportunity.” 

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“I’m sorry… You’re what?” Mr. Briggs, my immediate boss asked, confusion and surprise on his face.

With a polite, confident grin, I reiterated, “I’m leaving. Two weeks notice should be enough, correct?” 

“Well… I… I suppose we can fill your spot in that time and have you train another recruit but--but why? Would you like to be put up for head of auror office?” 

I laughed at the offer. Not because it wasn’t a good one, but the fact that they were trying desperately to keep me was rather amusing. I shook my head and quietly replied, “No, thank you. That’s Theseus Scamander’s department, isn’t it?”

My boss shuffled awkwardly in his seat. I could practically sense the sweat soaking through his black and white pinstripe suit. “Well yes, but, we could relocate him.”

I waved my hand, dismissing him. “No, no, that won’t be necessary. I wish to leave the Ministry altogether,” I clarified.

“But… you’re campaigning to become Minister… What ever changed?” 

“I… I don’t know,” I stated. This wasn’t a lie. I don’t know what changed. I just knew my heart no longer lied there. 

“Well I can’t say I’m not sad to see you leave… But I support your decision, Rosaline. You have been nothing but an asset and a friend since you got here. I wish you all the best and you can expect a glowing reference from me, should you need one. I’ll start looking for a candidate to take your position, if you don’t mind helping to train them.”

“Not at all. I’d be delighted to help someone out.” 

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Just like that, my time at the Ministry was over. In two weeks, I had trained another recruit who was still green, but promising. Newt was going to leave a week after my interview, but seeing as I needed time to exit my career gracefully, he agreed to staying behind until I was ready. 

It was odd. I thought it’d feel bittersweet, or that I may even have felt guilty for leaving, but somehow… it felt perfectly right. The transition felt natural, like a stepping stone. Most would say going from a Hit Witch to a magizoologist’s assistant might be a step in the wrong direction, but not for me. 

Life, as I knew it, would be different. No more heels, no more skirts, no more hair pinned neatly into a fitted hat. I would have to learn how to style myself to chase down and follow mysterious creatures all over the globe. 

My next step after finishing my last day on the job was to see Newt for my first day of work. For the first time ever in my life, I was nervous. I had no idea what to expect, what I might see, what I might work with. My love for animals runs deep, but I was still worried that I may encounter some creature I’d never seen or didn’t know how to handle. 

I arrived at Newt’s flat, knocked twice, and heard nothing. I knocked again, still nothing. I checked the door, it was open. Slowly opening the door, I peeked my head in. “Newt? Newt? It’s Rosaline,” I called. 

I heard nothing back, so I eased inside his quaint dwelling a bit more. I heard nothing, saw nothing, but I didn’t feel worried. I went into the front room, calling out again. 

Finally, I heard a noise coming out of the kitchen, so I followed my ears. This led me to a door half open that seemed to lead down some stairs. My feet carried me down, and my eyes beheld something absolutely wonderful. Creatures of all kinds in their natural habitats, seemingly eating or frolocking. 

“Newt?” I said, a little curious as I watched him run back and forth between his suitcase and some of the creatures’ areas. 

“Ah!” He looked up at me, a smile on his face. “You’re here! Just in time.”

“Yes, sorry, I knocked but--”

“We have no time to waste. Alright. I’m taking the nifflers, the murtlap, the demiguise…”

“You’re packing your animals with you?” I questioned, a bit of knowing in my voice. It was mostly rhetorical.

“Of course,” he stated. “I need you to join me to help study and rescue them. We can’t leave them here, no one could care for them.”

“Nora?” I suggested.

“She’s much too busy. Besides, we only have thirty or so creatures,” he stated. “They’ll all fit nicely in here. Now, could you help me with murtlap? I need to catch the little bugger and he’s in this pond here. He’s fast, and he bites so... be careful, hmm?” 

I peered at him, worry on my face. “Um, alright.” I took a deep breath. I’ve fought some of the most vicious wizards and most powerful beings out there. I could handle a little murtlap. 

I bent over the edge of a small pond and reached my arms down into the cold waters, soaking my coat sleeves. Suddenly, something soft, almost squishy, slithered around my fingers. I gasped at the sensation and tried to grab it gently. I lift the fat little thing out of the water. “Here you go,” I said to Newt, holding it out for him to sort it into his suitcase.

Newt was preoccupied with giant dung beetles before the last one went in and he looked up and a look of utter shock befell his face. “You...you’re just holding him?”

I shrugged. “Am I not supposed to be?”

“They’re… usually rather wild.”

I looked around, unsure what to say. “Maybe he’s tired?”

He nodded, not exactly satisfied with that answer but he grabbed him by the tail and lowered him into the suitcase. 

“Alright. I think that’s the last of them. Well, shall we go then?” he asked once he shut the lid on his suitcase and snapped it shut.

“Yes, my suitcase is all packed and ready to go,” I informed, politely. “Where is our first stop?”

“Moscow,” he responded.

“What’s there?” I questioned. 

“I have it on good authority there are some mooncalves there.”

“Mooncalves, hmm?”

“Yes, I’ll tell you all about them on the train. We should get going.”

“Right, yes, lead the way, sir.”

Newt stopped in his tracks to turn to me and laugh slightly. “Rosaline, we were at school together. We practically grew up together. Don’t call me sir, please. Theseus is a sir, I’m merely… Newt.”

I nodded, a small grin touching my lips. “Yes… Newt.” I bobbed my head, trying to wrap my mind around not being so formal. For Nora I’m sure this came as easy as breathing but for me, my straight laced, straight arrow life. I was by the book, I practically wrote the book on rules. The idea of working informally, with anyone, went against my very nature.

But, if I wanted to leave behind the life of idle, boring, strict, repetitiveness, I needed to embrace this way of life. I only hoped Newt would be patient with me, and help me with that.

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“So what is our mission?” I asked sitting on the train.

“Our mission?” Newt questioned with a slight frown. “Oh, you mean, why are we doing this?”

“Mhm.”

“I’ve been commissioned to write a book about beasts all over the world.”

“I see… Why?”

“Because some people, myself included, believe that creatures should be protected and are merely misunderstood. It’s my job, well, now it’s our job, to find these creatures, study them, and learn everything we can about them. If we’re more informed, then we maybe we can save some, and the people in the wizarding world won’t be as quick to exterminate innocent animals.”

“I like that idea. Have you already started writing?”

He shook his head, pressing his lips together. “No, no, not yet. But I have many notes. I would really like us to explore all of the world before compiling the book. That comes at the end, after I’ve seen everything I can.” 

“Sounds like quite the adventure. I’m glad you have this opportunity, Newt,” I state happily, reaching across the car and squeezing his hand quickly. 

“As am I. It will help to have you here, too.”

The journey went rather peacefully. Newt informed me that he would like me to take notes on our discoveries and that we may come across creatures that may need to be rescued. Those who we rescued may need more help than others. It would partly be my responsibility to clean, feed, and care for them.

Newt’s informant ended up being correct. We did find mooncalves. 

“Go ahead and approach them,” Newt encouraged as we stood several feet away, watching the small herd huddle in an open field.

I spun to face him, bewilderment on my face. “You want me to walk up to them? I thought I was only here to dictate notes and only assist when needed!” Panic began to settle over my body. Loving animals and interacting with them in the wild were two different things. 

“Rosaline, you’ll be perfectly fine,” he assured. “Mooncalves are very docile. I really need you to be comfortable with animals. Many times they may end up being your responsibility so I’d like you to gain their trust early on.” 

I nodded in understanding. That was fair. I wasn’t sure why I assumed I wouldn’t ever need to interact with them this way. 

Tentatively, I stepped forward, my hand up and outstretched as I moved closer to the herd. At first, they didn’t notice me, but when I closed half the distance between us, they glanced up, startled and started to back away. I immediately withdrew my hand and took a step back so they would know I wasn’t trying to hurt them. 

I looked back to Newt who was observing diligently. He bobbed his head a few times for encouragement. Taking a breath, I tried again, crouching ever so slightly, moving closer again, but again the herd backed away. I screwed my mouth to the side and remained planted, hoping they would come to me. 

But they merely stood there, watching me. It was a stalemate. I wasn’t moving closer and neither were they. We sat watching each other for thirty seconds or so before Newt approached me from behind, a satchel on his side and he pulled out something. 

“Here, try this.” He poured the food in my hand and then placed his hand under mine, crouching even lower to the ground to where we were walking along in a crouch. The mooncalves must’ve gotten a whiff of whatever was in my hands because they slowly stepped towards us. “There we go. That’s it. See, these are babies… I wonder where their mother is…”

Then suddenly, they were right before us, eating out of my hand as Newt stayed beside me, assuring me that it was okay. 

“See? They’re perfectly safe. They’re kind creatures. You stay here and feed them, I’ll look for the mother.” 

In the end, their mother was nowhere to be found, so Newt brought them along with us. We cared for them and studied them. Soon they were old enough and strong enough to be released back into the wild.

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Our next time catching a creature, I merely watched. The creature was known to be more tempestuous than others, so Newt felt it was best he tried to call it over. And he was quite right. Watching him work was a treat. He not only knew exactly what to do, he also enjoyed it. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen. 

Back at the ministry, I worked with people who were good at their job day in and day out, it was nothing new. But with Newt, he got nothing but pure joy from it and displayed nothing but absolute compassion for these creatures. This wasn’t work for him, it was so much more. It was what he loved doing, he just happened to get paid for it. And paid for it, he should be, because he was the most dedicated person for the job.

He was absolutely brilliant. His knowledge of creatures was boundless and he taught me everything he knew.  When he taught, it didn’t even feel like I was forced to sit and listen to something I didn’t want to know. He made it incredibly interesting. I’d been taught by some world renowned masters in wizardry, and their lessons paled in comparison to his. I looked forward to waking up and getting out in the field every day.

We fell into a pattern. We set out for a new location, and he spent most of the  journey explaining everything about the creature to me. What they ate, if they were typically skittish, if they were harmful or poisonous or venomous in any way. I kept detailed notes and reviewed them at night when he’d fallen asleep.

Before either of us really knew it, I was becoming a natural. By my third trip, we were in Venice, Italy where we ran into a small cluster of bowtruckles. Sweet, little creatures, and I took to them instantly. Of course, creatures like these aren’t threatening or hard in the slightest, but I was falling into an easy regiment of helping these animals.  

In fact, Newt and I took turns all the time feeding all of the creatures in his suitcase, and often took turns in nature approaching them.

Watching Newt work had to be the most enchanting thing I’d ever witnessed. He made a complete ass of himself, but it was for the greater good. Maybe he did roll around to get Graphorns to trust him, or he made himself look and sound like a bird so that a Fwooper would come near him, or he would jump into freezing waters to take notes or rescue an animal tangled in seaweed. He truly was magical, and not in the sense of being a wizard. There was this purity, this innocence about him that I’d never seen in anyone before.

I believe it was when we got Frank that I really understood just how deep his love for creatures ran. We were looking for something entirely different, when we ran into some shady people who said they had a Thunderbird. Newt, being the genius he is, knew that Thunderbirds were native to the United States, Arizona mainly… 

“I’ll give you one-hundred galleons for this bird,” Newt offered frantically to a group of five wizards as we sat in a sand filled shack outside of Egypt. 

“This bird is very rare, very rare indeed… One-hundred is a joke,” the man leading the negotiation stated. 

“Three-hundred,” he proposed.

I watched intensely. The other four wizards seemed… on edge. I had a strong feeling no matter how much gold we gave these cretins, they weren’t handing this bird over, ever. Maybe it was my time as a Hit Witch, but I could smell something dirty going on. 

“Eight, and we may have a deal, and I may let you walk out of here alive,” the man stated darkly, his eyes only on Newt.

“Newt,” I calmly said from behind him, “get the bird.”

He started to object. “I--”

“Get…the bird,” I repeated, staring the traffickers down.

“You don’t touch that bird!” the man shouted, jumping to his feet as the four wizards behind him drew their wands. “Expelliarmus!” he yelled, pointing at my wand, already drawn, but I was waiting for the attack, deflecting it easily.

“Stupefy!” I retaliated to two men in the back, throwing a Petrificus Totalus spell on the other two. Lastly, pointing my wand at the man who tried the expelliarmus curse on us. “Forget us, forget that we ever came, and I’ll let you live a meaningless existence.”

“Why don’t you just obliviate me?” he challenged, his body shaking with anger. “Wouldn’t that be easier?” 

“No, because if I hear that you’re still trafficking, then I want you to remember my face. Because if you see it again, you will know your life is about to become a living hell. Do I make myself clear?”

He gulped and nodded, fear in his eyes.

“Now, my friend is going to take this Thunderbird, and you’re going to stay right where you are, unless you want to spend the next hour under crucio.”

His eyes watched as Newt unchained the creature, before coaxing him into his suitcase.

“So lovely doing business with you,” I said mockingly before I grabbed Newt’s arm and apparated away. We ended up on top of one of the pyramids of Giza.

Newt sat his suitcase down and looked at me for a moment before wrapping me in an embrace.

“How… That was very impressive, Rosaline.”

I tucked my wand back into my sleeve. “Well I’m nothing if not a good bodyguard.”

“I can handle myself.”

I nodded. “I know you can. But you needed to focus on freeing that poor creature. Leave the head-cracking to me.” I winked.

“That was incredible. Why did you do that? Why didn’t you just let me pay them?”

“You shouldn’t have to pay for an animal that’s illegally being sold. That poor bird doesn’t deserve that. Animal cruelty really irritates me. If crucio weren’t illegal, I’d not bat an eye at using it on miserable souls like him.” 

“That’s oddly comforting,” he said with a smile. “Well, shall we get some dinner?”

“Yes,” I responded, grinning, holding out my arm for him to take it. 

After that, it seemed as though being around each other was as easy as breathing. Before that, there was almost this invisible force keeping us divided. Nora practically treated Newt like a little brother. The two of them always working, joking, teasing each other. But I felt as though with him, for the first few months of working together, we were disconnected. A boss - employee relationship, or barely- more-than-acquaintances relationship. 

But that… the moment we rescued Frank together… I knew we were a great team, and Newt seemed to finally trust that I really was in this for the long haul. It didn’t take long at all to see why Nora had become very close to him. 

From there, our work together didn’t feel anything like work.

How could it when we saw the sun set in Paris together, watching it, eating, making sure Pickett, the most dependent bowtruckle got some food too. Or how could I possibly feel as though it was any sort of work that went into observing mermaids in the Black Sea? Wicked creatures, they were, but they had their purpose. For six months, we traveled all over Asia, Europe, and Africa. Each stop as stunning as the last, each new creature just as interesting as the first. 

Frank had a special place in my heart, and Newt said he would make plans to go to America to get him to his natural habitat. 

For now though, we had to return to Newt’s home, and setup a habitat for every one of the creatures to live in, while we studied them for a bit. Some of them had been wounded, some of them had been abandoned. These were the ones we would heal, rehabilitate, and send back out. In the meantime, study and record every detail we could on them. 

Six months in, Newt felt the need to suddenly ask me something that I wasn’t entirely prepared for. 

While we stood in his basement, he cleared his throat and gathered my attention. “Um, Rosaline… I must ask you something,” he began.

“Hmm?” I hummed, turning towards him, a book in hand. 

“This job is far beneath you... It's laughable... So why do you work here? The pay is poor, and the hours are unpredictable… Your life is your job. You haven’t seen your own flat in over six months…”

I closed my book and peered at him, softly responding, “No job is beneath me if I'm helping a living thing, Newt.” My eyes were tender on his adorable face.

He bobbed his head slightly to the side with a peculiar grin. “Yes, but you're one of the most powerful witches, both politically and in magical prowess... So why give all that up to help me feed and find some creatures?"

“I told you before, I had a change of heart. This experience has been… beyond anything I ever dreamed of, and I have you to thank for that. Doing what we do, watching you do what you do, is the most rewarding job I’ve ever had. Chasing down criminals it’s… it’s all very black and white in the Ministry, do you know what I mean?” I questioned, rhetorically. He nodded, slightly pressing his lips together. “The guilty are guilty, and that’s that. It got hard to stomach watching small infractions get the worst sentences. I wanted something where I bring joy to someone or something’s life.”

“Sounds very noble,” he remarked.

I laughed and shook my head. “There’s nothing noble about me, I promise you that. And besides,” I said, lifting my delicate, slender fingers to rest against his cheek, “Contrary to popular belief I haven’t given up anything. I’ve gained something far greater.”

Newt smiled and nodded before blushing deeply. I dropped my hand from his face. 

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“Rosaline,” Newt gasped from his desk. I was sitting nearby organizing a feeding regiment and making a list for Diagon Alley shopping. 

“Yes?” I asked, looking up, worried he was upset with me. 

“Your notes are exquisite,” he complimented. “Thorough, accurate, this is the best I think I’ve seen.”

I beamed at him. “Really?” 

“Yes. This will be very helpful in the book.”

“Oh, good, I’m so glad I can be of some use to you.” 

He softly laughed. “You’re more than useful. This is like gold to me. Thank you for being diligent.”

I bobbed my head. “Well, that’s my job. I’m happy to do it for you.”

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It was the middle of the night when Newt appeared in the floo of my bedroom. 

“Rosaline, I really need your help,” he stated as soon as I picked up the call. 

“Okay, I’ll be right there.” 

I dressed within thirty seconds and apparated to Newt’s home, calling out for him. He shouted up from the basement. I dashed down there, careful not to slip on the stairs. “What’s going on?” I inquired, calm but ready for whatever emergency had arisen. 

“The Graphorn has gone into labor,” he announced evenly, kneeling beside the pregnant beast as the father stood by, worried. 

“Okay, what do you need me to do?” I asked, instantly all business.

“Towels, lots of them, a bowl of warm water, and uh, baby oil.” 

Without a second thought, I ran up the stairs to grab the items as quickly as possible, and raced back down, working to not spill the water. 

“Is this alright?”

“Yes. Now, graphorns struggle to birth on their own so I may need your help.” 

“Just tell me what you need done,” I assured.

In that instant, the mother graphorn roared, assumably out of pain from the labor and the father began to dig his hoof-like foot in the ground. 

“Uh, you may have to birth it. The father needs to be held back. He doesn’t know what’s wrong with her and he may charge us if one of us doesn’t keep him back.”

“Why don’t you birth and I hold him back?”

“You’re a woman, your pheromones will calm her more than mine will,” Newt explained quickly before pulling out his wand, ready to either calm the beast or keep him at bay. 

“Alright,” I uneasily said as I knelt beside her, stroking her, trying to get her to remain calm and trust me. “So, when do I start? I mean, how do I know she’s ready?” 

“She’ll most likely--” a sudden, loud roar took over the area, forcing Newt and I to cover our ears “--do that.” 

The father got even more anxious, snorting, or what I assumed was the equivalent of a snort. 

“Okay, get behind her, she should be rather dilated, just reach in, feel for feet and pull.”

“You make this sound incredibly easy.”

“It is incredibly easy.... If you pay absolutely no mind to what you’re doing,” he noted, his back to me as he stood before the creature. 

I took a deep breath, keeping my hand on the creature so she knew where I was, where I was moving to, and what I was going to do. “Alright, girl, now this may be uncomfortable, but we have to do this to get your baby out,” I stated, talking to her. 

“When you’re ready, spread the baby oil on your arms and… dive in,” Newt tried, sounding uneasy.

I nodded. This was absolutely mental, but this was my job, and this creature needed help. I needed to overcome my squeamishness to help her. I quickly lathered my arms making sure I was coated up to the elbow and then slowly put one arm in, squeezing my eyes shut as I did so, ignoring the heat and sensation wrapping around my arm. 

“You will probably need both hands,” he urged, looking back at me.

I merely nodded and dug the other arm in. 

“Newt, I don’t feel any-- oh my gosh, I think that’s it. I think I feel the legs. Two fat, little limbs?” I wondered, peering over her body, hoping to hell she didn’t kick me. 

“Sounds right. Make sure you get a good hold on them, and tug, slowly, we don’t want her to tear inside.” 

Again, I nodded before making sure my fingers were wrapped around the baby’s legs tightly. “I think I have it!” Slowly, surely, I started pulling, the little legs coming with me. It seemed to be agonizingly slow, but before long, a little head appeared. “Newt! Newt! What do I do?” I questioned hurriedly.

“Go ahead and pull! He needs oxygen and to walk around.” 

At his command, I tugged, and the baby graphorn was pulled from his mother, half onto my lap, soaking me in blood and amniotic fluid. Newt left the father who seemed calmer now, now that his mate and baby were okay. He rushed to my side, helping to get the baby up. 

“Help me check for breathing,” he instructed as he leaned down, listening for a heartbeat. “I have a heartbeat.” 

Holding my hand in front of his mouth, I confirmed, “He’s breathing.” 

“Good. Get the towels and warm water, help me wash him, please, quickly.” 

I grabbed them, only a few feet away, and we set to work wiping the excess fluid off of him. Once all the mess was cleared away from his eyes, face, mouth, and feet, we stood up and stepped back, letting the bonding process start. The baby took a few shaky steps before stumbling right into his mother, earning a small response before she turned and finally nuzzled him. 

Overjoyed, I turned to Newt and wrapped my arms around him, smiling and laughing from pure joy. Something unlike me to do. Surprise overtook Newt before he finally returned the gesture and I let him go, staring back at the new family. 

“You did amazing. Good job.”

“Thank you,” I stated, nodding. 

I was still watching the family of graphorns when I sensed his eyes on my profile. 

“Is everything alright?”

He nodded, making me turn to him. 

“So, why are you staring?” I wondered, bemused.

“You’re just… different. That’s all.”

“Different from what? Different from school?”

He shook his head. “No, no. Not that. You aren’t the cold, hypocritical bureaucrat I took you for.”

I threw my head back, laughing at his boldly honest statement. Another one of his amazing qualities was that he didn’t cloud everything to be nice or polite, but he wasn’t rude either. He was just honest, no matter the cost. So when he complimented someone, everyone knew he meant it. “Cold bureaucrat, eh?” I smiled, nodding. “And when did you come to this conclusion? I rather thought we were good friends at Hogwarts.” 

“We were friends but that was before you had the Ministry and a political campaign.”

“So you do think I changed.”

“I suppose I thought you fell in line with what your career demanded of you.” 

“So I wasn’t cold at Hogwarts?” I questioned.

“Not in the same sense. Your distance came from the fact that you couldn’t favor anyone and I think you felt more comfortable with the faculty, than the students. But as an adult… well for one, you and I hardly ever saw each other after graduation, even though Nora came around a lot.”

This information somehow stung. “Yes, I suppose you’re right. I did let my career consume my life, didn’t I? But you have too. The only difference is you’re actually making a difference, helping something…” I gazed at the graphorns as I spoke. “I think it’s easier to let my work take precedence, easier than to allow myself a potential heartbreak.”

“So you’d rather live in fear of a heartbreak you might never have, than to pursue one?” 

I turned to face him. “Newt, one way or another, my heart will break, if I allow people outside my family to be close to me. Whether I become a widow, leave a husband a widower, or any myriad of other reasons, relationships can go wrong. I simply don’t see a point of tracking that down for myself.” It was true. It was why I was so standoffish with people. I liked people. I always wanted to fall in love, be loved for who I was, but the truth of the matter was, heartbreak was inevitable. I dove head first into studies as a child because I loved it, and I suppose I unconsciously did the same as an adult, for fear that someone could never love me for me. Who could love a cold, orphaned girl?

“Is that really such a healthy way to live? Never letting anyone in? Keeping everyone at arm’s length?” 

“It’s protected me this long,” I murmured. 

“I think I understand where you’re coming from. For me, as…. socially inept as I can sometimes be, it’s much easier to interact with animals, than it is to try to communicate with humans.” 

A soft laugh trilled from me. “I understand. Perhaps we will figure out humans together,” I offered with a side glance and coy smile, to which he nodded and grinned.

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The Great Commission

by J.C. Ryle

"Now while they were going, behold, some of the guard came into the city and reported to the chief priests all the things that had happened. When they had assembled with the elders and consulted together, they gave a large sum of money to the soldiers, saying, Tell them, 'His disciples came at night and stole him away while we slept.' And if this comes to the governor's ears, we will appease him and make you secure. So they took the money and did as they were instructed, and this saying is commonly reported among the Jews until this day. Then the eleven disciples went away into Galilee, to the mountain which Jesus had appointed for them. When they saw Him, they worshiped Him; but some doubted. And Jesus came and spoke to them, saying, 'All authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth. Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all things that I have commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age." - Matthew 28:11-20

These verses form the conclusion of the Gospel of St. Matthew. They begin by showing us what absurdities blind prejudice will believe rather than believe the truth. They go on to show us what weakness there is in the hearts of some disciples and how slow they are to believe. They finish by telling us some of the last words spoken by our Lord upon earth--words so remarkable that they demand and deserve all our attention.

Let us observe, in the first place, the honor which God has put on our Lord Jesus Christ. Our Lord says, "All power is given unto me, in heaven and earth." This is a truth which is declared by St. Paul to the Philippians, "God has highly exalted him and given him a name which is above every name." It is a truth which in no wise takes away from the true notion of Christ's divinity, as some have ignorantly supposed. It is simply a declaration, that, in the counsels of the eternal Trinity, Jesus, as Son of man, is appointed heir of all things. He is the Mediator between God and man, the great fountain of mercy, grace, life, and peace. It was for this joy set before him that he endured the cross.

Let us embrace this truth reverently and cling to it firmly. Christ is he who has the keys of death and hell. Christ is the anointed priest who alone can absolve sinners. Christ is the fountain of living waters in whom alone we can be cleansed. Christ is the Prince and Savior who alone can give repentance and remission of sins. In him all fullness dwells. He is the way, the door, the light, the life, the Shepherd, the altar of refuge. He that has the Son has life, and he that has not the Son has not life. May we all strive to understand this. No doubt men may easily think too little of God the Father, and God the Spirit, but no man ever thought too much of Christ.

Let us observe, in the second place, the duty which Jesus lays on his disciples. He bids them "go and teach all nations." They were not to confine their knowledge to themselves but communicate it to others. They were not to suppose that salvation was revealed only to the Jews, but to make it known to all the world. They were to strive to make disciples of all nations and to tell the whole earth that Christ had died for sinners.

Let us never forget that this solemn injunction is still in full force. It is still the bound duty of every disciple of Christ to do all he can in person, and by prayer, to make others acquainted with Jesus. Where is our faith if we neglect this duty? Where is our charity? It may well be questioned whether a man knows the value of the Gospel himself if he does not desire to make it known to all the world.

Let us observe, in the third place, the public profession which Jesus requires of those who believe his gospel. He tells his apostles to "baptize" those whom they received as disciples. It is very difficult to conceive when we read this last command of our Lord's, how men can avoid the conclusion that baptism is necessary, when it may be had. It seems impossible to explain the word that we have here of any but an outward ordinance, to be administered to all who join his church. That outward baptism is not absolutely necessary to salvation, the case of the penitent thief plainly shows. He went to paradise unbaptized. That outward baptism alone often confers no benefit, the case of Simon Magus plainly shows. Although baptized, he remained "in the gall of bitterness and bond of iniquity." But that baptism is a matter of entire indifference and need not be used at all, is an assertion which seems at variance with our Lord's words in this place.

The plain practical lesson of the words is the necessity of a public confession of faith in Christ. It is not enough to be a secret disciple. We must not be ashamed to let men see whose we are and whom we serve. We must not behave as if we did not like to be thought Christians, but take up our cross and confess our Master before the world. His words are very solemn, "Whosoever shall be ashamed of me, of him shall the Son of man be ashamed, when he comes in the glory of his Father with the holy angels."

Let us observe, in the fourth place, the obedience which Jesus requires of all who profess themselves his disciples. He bids the apostles "teach them to observe all things, whatsoever he has commanded them." This is a searching expression. It shows the uselessness of a mere name and form of Christianity. It shows that they only are to be counted true Christians who live in a practical obedience to his word and strive to do the things that he has commanded. The water of baptism and the bread and wine of the Lord's Supper alone will save no man's soul. It profits nothing that we go to a place of worship and hear Christ's ministers and approve of the Gospel if our religion goes no further than this. What are our lives? What is our daily conduct at home and abroad? Is the Sermon on the Mount our rule and standard? Do we strive to copy Christ's example? Do we seek to do the things that he commanded? These are questions that must be answered in the affirmative if we would prove ourselves born again and children of God. Obedience is the only proof of reality. Faith without works is dead, being alone. "You are my friends," says Jesus, "if you do whatsoever I command you."

Let us observe, in the fifth place, the solemn mention of the blessed Trinity which our Lord makes in these verses. He bids the apostles to baptize "in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost." This is one of those great plain texts which directly teach the mighty doctrine of the Trinity. It speaks of Father, Son, and Holy Ghost as three distinct persons, and speaks of all three as co-equal. Such as the Father is, such is the Son, and such is the Holy Ghost. And yet these three are one.

This truth is a great mystery. Let it be enough to receive and believe it, and let us ever abstain from all attempts at explanation. It is childish folly to refuse assent to things that we do not understand. We are poor crawling worms of a day and know little at our best about God and eternity. Suffice it for us to receive the doctrine of the Trinity in Unity with humility and reverence, and to ask no vain questions. Let us believe that no sinful soul could be saved without the work of all three Persons in the blessed Trinity, and let us rejoice that Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, who cooperated to make man, do always cooperate to save him. Here let us pause. We may receive practically what we cannot explain theoretically.

Finally, let us observe in these verses, the gracious promise with which Jesus closes his words. He says to his disciples, "I am with you always even to the end of the world." It is impossible to conceive words more comforting, strengthening, cheering, and sanctifying than these. Though left alone, like orphan children in a cold, unkind world, the disciples were not to think they were deserted. Their Master would be ever with them. Though commissioned to do a work as hard as that of Moses when sent to Pharaoh, they were not to be discouraged. Their Master would certainly be with them. No words could be more suited to the position of those to whom they were first spoken. No words could be imagined more consolatory to believers in every age of the world.

Let all true Christians lay hold on these words and keep them in mind. Christ is with us always. Christ is with us wherever we go. He came to be "Emmanuel, God with us," when he first came into the world. He declares that he is ever Emmanuel, "with us," when he comes to the end of his earthly ministry and is about to leave the world. He is with us daily to pardon and forgive, to sanctify and strengthen, to defend and keep, to lead and guide. He is with us in sorrow and in joy, in sickness and in health, in life and in death, in time and in eternity.

What stronger consolation could believers desire than this? Whatever happens, they at least are never completely friendless and alone. Christ is ever with them. They may look into the grave and say with David, "though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me." They may look forward beyond the grave and say with Paul, "we shall ever be with the Lord." Jesus has said it, and he will stand to it, "I am with you always, even to the end of the world." "I will never leave you and never forsake you." We could ask nothing more. Let us go on believing and not be afraid. It is everything to be a real Christian. None have such a King, such a Priest, such a constant Companion, and such an unfailing Friend, as the true servants of Christ.

[skinnylittleredwrites]

My best friend, my lover.

TITLE OF STORY: My best friend, my lover. CHAPTER NUMBER/TITLE/ONE SHOT: 2/? AUTHOR: skinnylittlered. WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Actor!Tom. GENRE: Romance. FIC SUMMARY: Andrea and Tom have been friends since the beginning of time. Until a confession of love is made. This story follows the events of their subsequent relationship (sequel to You Wanna Play that Game? ) RATING: Explicit (language, references to sexual activity). WARNINGS/TRIGGERS/AUTHORS NOTES: - FEEDBACK/COMMENTS: -

Chapter 2.

I don’t see how I could ever tire of this.

Surely, this feeling might be greatly influenced by the fact that, due to his absolutely hellish schedule his job all but demands, and the very static nature of my own job – I am, more often than not, essentially tied to my desk and the seemingly never ending piles of papers that consume most of my time at work and sometimes my free time as well, so more time than I’d ever care to admit to myself or any who may inquire – we have probably spent somewhere in the vicinity of maybe a fortnight in each other’s presence in the last three months and, while I would have been completely content with the situation should things have transpired in that way, there’s more to a relationship, I’m being told, than fucking each other’s brains for the whole of the time we’re together. Thusly, precious time which could have been dedicated to mindless penetration was regrettably wasted on romantic niceties and such other nonsense which I could have really done without, regardless of how cute they may be.  

This is precisely why, as I find myself kneeling against the headrest of his bed – well, technically, our bed now – and being pounded into with the fervour that I thought was only reserved for pubescent boys furiously masturbating against any surface even remotely resembling the softness that is specific to the female kind, I am relishing maybe more so than I generally would during copulation. Not to cause any misunderstanding, Tom has proved himself to be quite the competent lover, effectively obliterating the sparse doubts I may have amassed in regards to that topic. Doubts, I should add, that were compiled during the not infrequent locker talk that I either overheard or was a present participant to over the years of our friendship. Honestly, men have such a way of perorating about their sexual conquests that it renders a female of the even coarser sensibilities (or maybe especially her) to regard their grandiose claims as at least dubious if not entirely unbelievable. But, fortunately for all the parties involved, that is both myself and him, those claims are, irrefutably if not quite as monumentally, backed up by facts - he is a man of a certain degree of mastery, not to be overlooked, when it comes to gratifying the beautiful sex.

And here I am, being thoroughly gratified – thoroughly being the operative word – as I am taken from behind, with great enthusiasm. He’s got me by a fistful of hair and a fistful of hip, grunting as he thrusts into me, and it is music to my ears, accompanied by the sounds of his pelvis slamming into my ass – a symphony of absolute debauchery if I’ve ever heard one. I, naturally, being the refined erotic artist that I fancy myself to be, am holding my own to this most exquisite harmony of sounds, positive that my moans and screams of pleasure can be heard from across the street, but I indulge in expressing my satisfaction shamelessly, completely neglecting any sense of the basest form of propriety or moral value instilled in me since infanthood. I revel in the delights of the flesh to the uttermost extent, I am unabashed and completely incorrigible and I am -

Oh, god, I’m -

I cry out my climax, bending backwards toward him in a way that I am certain might be highly uncomfortable if not impossible were it not for the adrenaline shooting through me. He reaches to my ear and whispers rough words that would otherwise be insulting, that he would not be caught dead addressing a woman in a different scenario, but right now only intensify my pleasure, coaxing it out of me. I whimper and I come, as I am commanded, and it doesn’t register in my brain that I am no longer at my apex even minutes later, when he stiffens to his own release.

Panting and sweating, we both let ourselves fall on the crumpled sheets of our lovemaking. Tom is, soon enough, fast asleep, but I am, although physically spent, nowhere near enough to drowsy. I am somehow full of energy but unable to manifest it, and, to save myself from the eventual frustration that will overcome me in this paradoxal state and because of it, I raise from the bed and head for the shower, pondering almost disinterestedly at the domestic tasks that I have to accomplish for the day and other such things.

It’s been three months. Three very convoluted, intense, consuming months. So much so, that, except for the occasional talks we have confronting the subject during our very infrequent times together, we did not really have the time others may have to slide into conjugality, it’s still quite foreign territory, although broadly discussed. Between travelling to every and all corners of the world, filming and catering to his fanbase and, winning awards, we tried to fit in our newly developed liaison. We went on dates and held hands and our interactions slowly metamorphosised, without losing the friendly quality of the ones prior to our respective confessions, into something entirely new, but still very familiar. Our romance, we learned, is in the small things. Not much of our demeanour towards the other has changed, but the subtleties which make all the difference in the world are ever present, and those lay in our knowledge. He doesn’t look at me any differently, nor does he speak to me differently, nor does he hug me longer nor tighter, but his love, professed and recognised, gives other meaning to what was before. There are, of course, the intimacies that are entirely strange to the realm of platonic, but those are hardly ever on display – I am the part of him that the world shall merely know of, but never know – and to the couple of us, they seem but a natural extension to something that was present all along. But that does not domesticity make. This we shall learn as we go, one morning waking up together at a time.  

Or one homemade meal at a time? I speak the question rhetorically, as there is no one in the room to answer, and giggle at myself a bit as I’m chopping various vegetables for supper.  

Cooking was not an activity that I have ever particularly enjoyed or was any good at. Obviously, nobody is particularly proficient at anything from the onset, lest for an inherent propensity that might as well be divinely gifted, as the general consensus seems to be with the average folk, but I appeared to be, from early times, especially unskilled at any culinary endeavours. My attitude towards the matter was the insurmountable obstacle toward my progression in the field – I would never, for the life of me, be caught in the kitchen, either by myself or others, when the convenience of the ready-to-eat, brought-to-your-own-door meal was an available commodity, even in college, when money was less than it is now. With an upper middle class family to support me and a part time job as a barista, money was hardly the issue – it would be highly hypocritical of me to not acknowledge the very fact that beauty pays for itself; I am an example of the basic caucasian standard of classic beauty: honey blonde hair, blue eyes and a slim oval face, the body that I religiously keep fit to serve my vanity more than my health or any other purpose, and a sweet disposition that I nearly cunningly employ to my advantage, I would never dare say that life wasn’t made easier by those cumulus of facts.  

But cooking, or any other traditionally womanly activities, I discovered as I was growing up, became more tolerant, even pleasant when their result has a recipient. I may not enjoy preparing my own food, I am still as guilty of succumbing to pre-prepared commodities as I was in my youth when mine is the only mouth that needs feeding, but I certainly do enjoy putting a meal together for my partners, and Tom is no exception. If anything, he’s the instance reinforcing the rule. In the little time we’ve had together, I’ve made it my mission to bring him a home he can take refuge in anywhere we may be.

“What’s cookin’, good lookin’?”

Ah, speak of the devil, there he is, all six feet and two inches of freshly roused glory, donning just boxers and a tee, and a self-satisfied smirk on his face, for somewhat reason.

“I did not buy it then; I don’t buy it now.”

“First of all, you said you did-”

“I lied.”

“And second, mean.”

“Am I?”

“You hurt my achey breakey heart.”

“I think your heart is just fine, thank you very much.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” he chuckles against my neck as he hugs me from behind, sending a shiver down my spine. “My heart is mighty fine, although I do wonder about my stomach. It is very sanitary to be cooking in your underwear?”

"I am wearing a t-shirt!”

“...and no pants.”

“Well, I was going for sexy, not sanitary.”

“You’re always sexy.”

I huff.

“There’s no point to flattery, Hiddleston, with me, you can already get anything you want.”

“I’m not flattering. I do think you’re sexy. Always have.”

“Always?”

“Yeah. I never really wanted to admit it to myself, because that would have been... problematic, but I did. You’re a very beautiful woman.”

Although I am very much aware of that, his declaration still puts a knot in my throat and, like the sap that I am, my eyes become moist with overdramatic tears. I turn and rest my forehead on his chest, holding his body closer to mine. “I know.”

He laughs at my muffled reply, but is quick to chastise my illogical crying.

“Oh, dear, none of that. I can make a list of all of the things that are absolutely awful about you, then you can hate me and stop the waterworks.”

Sentiment promptly forgotten, I take a step back and glare at him.

“There’s nothing awful about me, I’m perfect!”

“Like hell you are,” his laugh is mirthful and unforgiving.  

“Fine. Tell me three things which are awful about me.”

His reply is matter-of-fact and not at all hesitant.

“You’re self-centred, vain, and not only slightly superficial. And, while we’re at it, your cooking’s not fantastic, either. I think you take after your mother.”

“That last one was mean and uncalled-for! But, fuck, I sound terrible. Am I so terrible?”  

The fact that I pulled out the puppy eyes on him on that last bit surely only emphasises some of my shortages in good character, because I’m doing it just to torment him. I know he doesn’t and I know he’ll feel especially bad for being so blunt in his criticism, and he’ll pull his very own variation of the puppy-eyes on me to be granted forgiveness later, which I will of course provide after making him repent.  

Orally.

“Why are you smirking all of a sudden?”

“Huh?”

“What’s with the face?”

“Ah, nothing. Up for takeout pizza?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

Yeah, we’re going to be just fine, Tom Hiddleston and I. Maybe not one homemade meal at a time, though.

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Author’s notes: It’s been about four years since I last wrote pretty much anything in any way literary (maybe some poetry here and there), and I decided that I miss it (and was pestered by some folks very dear to me to get my ass in gear and just do it again) so, yeah. Decided that, since I was so comfortable with the medium of fanfic, this would be a good place to give my writing bones a good crackin’, and so far things have been surprisingly nice. I honestly thought the fandom was dead, but it seems that you guys are still alive and very much kicking. 

Aaaaanywaaayyy.

I wanted to send out a huge, huge thanks to those of you who stuck for so long. It makes a girl shed a tiny but highly valuable tear. Also huge thanks for those of you who have stumbled upon my work while I was gone, those who sent messages and likes and kudos and reblogs and all that fun stuff. I came back to quite a number of those and, well, let’s just add another tiny tear to that previous one. Also thanks to those of you who are new to the my tiny blog of stories, another tiny tear and I will be full on tiny crying.

Thank you! 

[melodyalanaroster]

The Implementation Of Protocol 216

Disclaimer: This directly follows A Dark Night In Death’s Domain.

“Come on, you have to get up. You have a lot of work to do.” Her subconscious told her. “No, I need to get a little more sleep. Just one more hour.” she thought back. “You idiot! You have to get up and show this wretched world what happens when they go after the one you love! Now get your stupid ass up, or I will never let you get a proper night’s sleep again!” Her subconscious hissed back. Alana rolled over, opened her eyes, looked around and sighed. The sun had begun to rise over the city’s skyline. She grabbed a remote from a nearby table and held it up to her mouth. “JARVIS, what time is it?” She asked. “Good morning Lady Melody. It is six forty five a.m.” Paul Bettany’s voice rang from her A.I. “So, I’ve only been asleep for about three hours.... Fuck.” She muttered.

She looked at her couch. Sleeping soundly were the Jacott twins. Nathaniel, who, early that morning, had been stabbed, and his sister, Amber. Alana got up from her couch, walked over to the entertainment center, opened a drawer and pulled out an earpiece. “JARVIS, put in an order to have the Prime Minister and the U.N. Ambassador present themselves at the High Conference Room as soon as possible this morning. If they need confirmation of the importance, relay this message to them: “Bring forms necessary to properly implement Protocol 216.”.” She ordered as she began walking towards her bedroom. “Yes Ma’am.” The A.I. responded. As she got to her closet, she changed into a set of her battle attire. “Lady Melody, Lord Derek is on his way to Death’s Domain. Shall I let him in when he arrives?” JARVIS asked. “Of course.” Alana replied.

As she walked downstairs, she looked at the couch. Nathaniel and Amber were still sound asleep. “Should I keep his morphine up so he’ll stay asleep today?” She thought. She continued to ponder that question as she walked towards her fridge, grabbed a chocolate protein shake, opened it and took a drink. “It might be better for him if he stays asleep... Amber can’t badger him for answers... And it could give me time to set Protocol 216 in place without him asking questions. I could have a battle plan ready before he wakes up...” She thought. She needed confirmation from him as to why they stabbed him, but she was pretty sure she was right. He had gone to the cops, and they wanted him out. She knew full well why he didn’t want to come to her for help. He wanted her to focus on herself, and he didn’t want to be a burden on her. What he kept forgetting was that she never saw him as a burden. His happiness was part of her goal. She walked towards the patio, opened the door and walked to the railing. “It could be said that this city will end up littered with bodies by the time Purification is finished, but, at least the act will save a substantial amount of people.” She thought out loud. “Do you really think that will work?” A voice called from behind her. “Yes, Amber. I know it will.” Alana replied. Amber walked up to her and looked at the city. “You know? I can’t believe I’ve never been up here before. I know you’ve invited me here, but I never took you up on the offer. It’s so beautiful.” Amber observed. “I’m going to put an end to this. Nathaniel will be free to live as he pleases, without fear.” Alana declared. Amber looked down. “Alana, you shouldn’t have to do this.” “You’re right, I shouldn’t. Frankly, in the past six years, I’ve done a lot of stuff that I shouldn’t have had to do. But, Amber, I’ve made it very clear that I’m doing this because I love him. I don’t mind doing things for the people I love. In fact, it brings me a great deal of joy to make them happy. It doesn’t matter if what I do is as small as a conversation, or as big as taking down a drug cartel. You and Nathaniel need to be safe and I have the power, and resources to ensure that. So, I’m going to take care of them, and you’re going to help me in making sure Nathaniel remains calm and actually takes time to heal.” Alana looked at Amber as she spoke. “This is going to take a few weeks... And I don’t think it would be wise for the two of you to stay in the city while this takes place.” She added. “So? Where are we gonna go?” Amber asked. “The safest place for you two would be the Roster Family Home in Weathering. It’s an hour’s drive away, it takes ya’ll out of the vicinity of the Cartel, and I can call Sam and Ken home to protect you two. Mom never stopped considering Nathaniel as her son, so, you’ll essentially be staying with family.” Alana explained. “Staying with family? Does your family accept me? What about all the stuff that happened back in high school?” Amber asked. “Mom, Sam, Ken and I have talked it over over the past few months. While you were absolutely horrible to Sam, Ken and me all those years ago, you have shown a great deal of personal growth since I came home. Not to mention how mom wanted to extend our offer of family to you before I went to Toronto. The thing is, we knew you wouldn’t take it. This was back when you hated my guts and blamed me for breaking your family apart.” Alana clarified. Amber smiled. “Thank you Alana.”

Suddenly, the girls heard noise come from within the apartment. They turned around to notice that, like JARVIS said, Derek had come up. “How’s he doing?” Derek asked as he walked onto the terrace. “He’ll be fine. I just want him to sleep today. We’ll wake him up around dinner time to feed him and get our answers. But, you and I both know that the medicine works best while he’s asleep.” Alana explained. “Yeah, I know. We got a message from the Prime Minister and the U.N. Ambassador, they’ll be here around lunch time for Protocol 216.” Derek replied. Amber looked at Alana. “Are you ever going to explain to me what Protocol 216 is?” She asked. “I’ll explain it to you and Nathaniel either tonight or in the morning. Just understand that it involves Nathaniel... I was going to implement it anyway at the end of this year... But last night has made me decide to implement it early.” Alana stated as she backed away from the railing and began walking inside. As she reached her dining room table, she was joined by Derek and Amber. “You know what starting Purification means, Mels.” Derek stated. “I’m aware.” Alana replied. “What does it mean?” Amber asked. “It means that Derek and I will have to choose teams of executioners in training to be our personal assassins and paladins... Oh, and once Purification begins, I won’t be allowed to leave the city until its over.” Alana explained. “So, you won’t be able to take us to Weathering yourself?” Amber asked. “No. Sam and Ken will come here and take you two to the house. At most, I’ll be able to video chat, call and text.” Alana clarified. “Mels is seen as a “Symbol of Peace” and must maintain her position while we take care of the Cartel. At the end of this year, she won’t have to follow that rule anymore, but for now, it’s required of her.” Derek explained. Amber looked at Alana, her eyes wide. “Alana...” She gasped. Alana looked at Amber. “It’s alright. I was hoping Nathaniel wouldn’t require my services to get out of his situation, but I’m prepared to do everything in my power to free him.” Her eyes were full of conviction.

Several hours of Amber’s questioning and prepping Nathaniel to sleep all day passed only for Alana to look at the clock and realize it was time for the meeting with the Prime Minister and UN Ambassador. “How long will this take?” Amber asked. “I have absolutely no idea.” Alana replied as she left the apartment.

When she got to the conference room, the other members of the Senior Staff, the Prime Minister, the UN Ambassador and the Mayor were waiting for her. “I know I’m not late.” Alana stated as she walked up to the group. “Protocol 216 is a big deal. Will we be meeting your Great Love today?” the Prime Minister asked. Alana shook her head. “Due to last night’s events, he is in no condition to meet anyone today.” She explained as the Red Death opened the door and they all went inside. After the other members of the Senior Staff, the Prime Minister, the UN Ambassador and the Mayor had taken their seats, Alana took out a remote from her pocket and stood at the head of the table. “Ladies and gentlemen, last night, during the Carnival, a stabbing occurred. We’re all aware that the crime rate in this city has greatly decreased since the Black Tower was completed, and the R.D.R moved in... However, the drug cartel that has had it’s hold on this city has continued to remain adamant in it’s refusal to release it’s grip. And now, my one true love, has been harmed by it’s actions. Nathaniel Jacott, one of the cartel’s lower managers, was the last night’s victim. If it weren’t for the fact that he managed to get to a place where a friend of his and mine would force some sense into him and let her call me, he might not have survived. Now, I know and understand the questions that are on your minds... Why am I in love with a delinquent? How did he get into the Cartel? Why didn’t he come to me for help? Why did they stab him? Well, those answers are easy to explain. He has always been a troubled man, but a good one. Since being freed from his horrible parents, he’s had a lot of pent up anger in him, which he’s mostly taken out by boxing. He was walking down and alley, and two dealers cornered him. He tried talking himself out of his situation, but they wouldn’t listen... So, he began talking about how he could make them more money. It also didn’t help when he found out that his sister and her model coworkers were taking the drugs that the cartel was selling to keep their weights down. He has wanted to come to me for help, however, since he found out about Project Thunderbird, he’s wanted to keep me out of things so I could rest... That, and he’s a very proud man who prefers to get out of things on his own. As for why they stabbed him? I’m sure there are several reasons... The biggest two being that, once he found out his sister was taking the drugs, he began replacing whatever he got his hands on with inoffensive plant mixtures before they hit the streets, and, in an effort to get himself out of his situation, he had begun working with the police to bring them down officially. They now see him as a liability that they must do away with.” She explained. “Oh dear, so, now with him recovering in Death’s Domain, you’re putting his protections in place?” The Prime Minister asked. “Yes Ma’am. Protocol 216 would have automatically gone into effect when I graduate college, however, I need to have him protected now so that I won’t have to worry about him.” Alana replied. “And what does that have to do with Purification?” The Mayor asked. The Red Death stood up and walked over to Alana. “I’ve known from the start that Mr. Jacott has been part of the cartel. I wouldn’t allow Purification to take place when we first got here because of the danger it imposed on him. Melody had made it very clear that she wanted him to tell her what was going on with him, so we couldn’t risk her finding out early.” He explained. He turned to Alana. “You realized that weeks ago, didn’t you?” Alana nodded. “Yes, sir. Derek and Renee realized it last night when they were helping me.” The UN Ambassador looked around at everyone. “And, tell me, just how do we know that Mr. Jacott’s behavior is credible?” He asked. “Mr. Jacott has the best interests of those close to him in mind at all times. I’m sure we can all attest to his behavior. His poor choices aside, he has made it very clear that Melody’s and Amber’s welfare are what’s most important to him. He has gone so far as to anger a powerful Cartel to protect his sister, threaten me with a switchblade to protect Melody, and put his life on the line for both of them.” Azrael boomed. “He’s pulled Melody out of her deepest depression at least once.” Lyra commented. “I’ve never seen someone so lost work so hard for the ones they love.” Renee added. “You can tell in an instant that he’d do anything for Melody and Amber.” Veronica piped in. “He’s a good man. He’s willing to break his own heart to protect Melody.” Nora stated. “Yeah, he may piss me off to no end when it comes to some of his choices, but, even a blind man can see that he’s a good guy.” Derek commented. 

After the other executioners had made their comments, the UN Ambassador had fully gotten the hint that the entire Senior Staff was prepared to go to bat for Nathaniel. The Red Death had sat back down, leaving Alana still standing at the head of the room. “Now, as the Mayor is the only one in the room who doesn’t know the full extent of Protocol 216 and Purification, I’m going to take a few minutes to explain them. Protocol 216 consists of the rules and regulations that will come into effect when Nathaniel formally takes his place at my side. He will be classified as an unofficial member of the Senior Staff, given all the money, power and prestige that comes with being at my side, and will be allowed to use R.D.R facilities as he sees fit. The R.D.R, Military and VKT protections will also be placed on him, and his sister, Amber, just as they are with the rest of my family, Viktor Chevalier and Severina Mekina.” She clarified. “So, Protocol 216 would officially make Nathaniel Jacott the King to your Queen?” The Mayor asked. “Essentially, yes.” Alana replied as she grabbed a remote and pressed a few buttons. Suddenly, table went black and a document appeared in the center. “Prime Minister, Ambassador, you will find pens at your seats. Please take them out and sign the document.” She instructed as she took out a pen from the table and motioned for the document to go in front of the Prime Minister. Once the Prime Minister and the UN Ambassador had signed the document, the Red Death, Azrael, two teams and Alana all signed it. “Thank you so much for your approval.” Alana smiled as she pressed a button on her remote and the document disappeared. The Red Death tapped the table for a minute. “This document has now been sent to our Archives, VKT, the Military and the country’s Justice Department.” He announced. The seated people looked back at Alana, who was waiting to speak again. “Now, Purification is the process in which Derek and I choose two teams of Executioners In Training to locate and kill each member of a local crime syndicate. They will be given the title of “Paladin” and rise a rank. In this case, it will be the Cartel that we target. As part of our customs, the Kingpin will be met by Derek and me. Leaving the last things they see being Derek being their executioner, and the judge and jury being yours truly. The executions will be clean and quiet so that the general peace will not be disturbed.” She explained. 

The remainder of the meeting was mostly the Prime Minister, Ambassador and Mayor asking questions revolving around the safety of civilians during Purification, and why Sam and Ken should be called home until the city had been purified. The UN Ambassador showed his skepticism but gave his consent. “Lady Melody, are you fully prepared to remain in the city during this?” The Prime Minister asked as they began to leave the conference room. Alana nodded. “I may not be able to leave the city, but I am allowed to move freely within it’s borders. So long as I can contact the outside world, I will be okay.” She replied. A saddened look crossed the Prime Minister’s face. “To save the one you love, you’re allowing yourself to walk through Hell during a time where you should be saving yourself. I truly hope he’s worth it.” Alana looked at the woman and put her hand on her shoulder. “Ma’am, words could never describe how much I love him, or all that I am willing to do for him.” She slightly grinned. “I remember only knowing about you when you were just Lynne Roster’s sweet daughter. The cute little Aria that you inspired in her books... It is quite intriguing to see your transformation. You are definitely a flower that blooms in adversity.” The Prime Minister began to grin as she spoke. The Red Death put his hand on Alana’s shoulder as he walked up behind her. “Yes, our Melody really is quite the little Sunflower.” He stated. “Sunflower? Is it because she’s a ray of sunshine?” The Prime Minister asked. “Sunflowers were discovered to possess the ability to clean up radioactivity, and have since become a symbol of nuclear peace. Melody is very much like a sunflower in that respect.” The Red Death explained. Alana rolled her eyes. “Actually, Ma’am... It’s because I would grow giant sunflowers in my back yard every summer when I was a kid. It’s my aunt Agatha’s nickname for me. My superior overheard her calling me that and he decided he liked it because of the reason he gave you.” She clarified. The Prime Minister smiled at Alana. “Awe! That’s sweet!” She beamed. 

It didn’t take long for a high ranking member of the Military to present themselves before the Senior Staff and Prime Minister. “Your Honors.” The General bowed. “General Stark. Always a pleasure.” The Prime Minister greeted. “To what do I owe this summons?” He asked, nonchalantly. Alana stepped forward. “My siblings will be coming home for a few weeks.” She stated. “Am I to expect that the nature of this is classified?” General Stark asked. “Yes.” The Red Death assured. “What am I to tell the young Lieutenant General and the Brigadier General?” General Stark inquired. “Nothing. As soon as this summons has concluded, I will brief them on the nature of their homecoming.” Alana replied. “You will present Lieutenant General Roster and Brigadier General Rogers before us within twenty four hours.” The Red Death ordered. “It’s imperative that you follow that order General.” The Prime Minister added. The General looked at the Senior Staff, a slight glimpse of annoyance flashed across his face; He then looked at the Prime Minister and sighed. “Yes Ma’am.” He respectfully responded.

“Mels, do you think this will work?” “Yes, Sam.” “And are you sure Nathaniel will be okay with it?” “No. I know he won’t be. But, his fight has gotten out of hand, and he promised me that he would let me take over if it did exactly that. He will have to get over it.” “Are you prepared for this?” “Yes. This Cartel is in the way of my endgame... For that, they must be dealt with with maximum prejudice.” “How long do you think this will take?” “I have absolutely no idea. Be prepared to be home for a few weeks.” “Ken and I could use a break from work anyway.” “I’m gonna get Nathaniel and Amber in on the Family Forum.” “Have you asked mom about that?” “No, but something tells me that she’ll be relieved to see Nathaniel there.” “Alright. Do you want us to immediately come to the Tower and collect them?” “Come to the Tower, but I may send you to Weathering afterwards. I need to talk to Nathaniel first.” “Alright. See you soon, Sis. I love you.” “I love you too Sam.” 

Alana reached Death’s Domain, exhausted. She looked at Nathaniel who was still sleeping. Amber was pacing around the apartment. “Alana! How did everything go? Is your plan set in motion? What’s gonna happen?” Amber blurted out as she noticed Alana enter the living room. “Give me a minute.” Alana replied as she slumped down in a chair in the living room and leaned her head back. Amber sat down next to Alana. “Amber, things are set in motion. But, I need you to be calm when Nathaniel wakes up. We still need answers from him before I can execute everything. Promise me that you will try to be calm when I wake him. Can you do that?” She requested. “I’m not sure I can.” Amber replied. Alana raised her head up. “It’s important that you do your best to try. Nathaniel doesn’t need stress right now. Neither of you do.” Amber looked down. “You don’t need it either.” She commented. Alana sat up and looked at Amber. “I will happily shoulder the weight of the universe if it means that the people I love and care about are safe and sound. I thought I’ve made that perfectly clear to you.” “How are you going to wake him up?” Amber looked at her brother, then back at Alana. Alana looked at Amber, then at Nathaniel, then back at Amber. She got up from the chair, walked over to Nathaniel, sat down next to him and kissed him gently on his lips.

Seconds later, Nathaniel gained consciousness and kissed her back. “Good evening sleeping beauty.” Alana cooed. “Alana! What happened? Where am I?” He shrieked. She took his hand in hers and ran her other hand along his chest. “It’s okay my love. You’re in my apartment. Derek, Renee and I treated your stab wound. You’re going to be okay. Amber is here.” She explained. Nathaniel looked around and found Amber, his eyes beginning to fill with tears. “Amber, I’m sorry. I couldn’t protect us...” He began to babble. Amber looked at Nathaniel, shocked, then at Alana, then sighed. “Nathaniel, it’s okay. Alana is going to protect us.” She was shaking. It was easy to say that she was doing her best to hold back her real emotions. Nathaniel looked at Amber, then at Alana. “What does she mean that you’re going to protect us?” He asked. “You promised me that if your situation got beyond your control that you’d let me take over. Your stab wound has shown that you now have no control over situation, therefore things will be done my way from here on out. I simply need you to tell me what happened... If you don’t, I’ll assume the worst.” She stated. Nathaniel looked down, tears began streaming down his face. “Alana, please don’t make me tell you.” He begged. “Nathaniel, it will be much worse if you make me use my other channels to find out what happened. Things are already set in motion, I need you to confirm why they did this to you.” He looked at her, a flash of disgust crossing his face. “Things are already set in motion? So the Cartel will face R.D.R judgement?” Alana continued to run her hand along his chest and sighed. “They have already been judged and found guilty by the R.D.R, Prime Minister and U.N. Ambassador. The Military has agreed to not interfere, and the Police Force has no choice but to comply.” “ALANA! You’re going to have them killed! Is that it? You’re going to have them massacred for my sake?!” He began to shout as he did his best to sit up. Alana put her hand on his shoulder and pinned him to the back of the couch. “If we had purified the city when we had first got here, you would have been in the line of fire. The Red Death refused to risk it. He saw fit to wait until you had come to me about your situation. I don’t know if you’ve realized it yet, but you ARE a linchpin around here! Their fates were sealed by their actions. The only variable was your safety.” She did her best to stay calm, but she could feel the heat of fury in her ears. “Nathaniel glared at her. “Don’t Nathaniel. This is the best way to, not only protect you, but send a message to other crime syndicates that their activity will not be tolerated. This method has been proven to work in other areas that the organization has moved in to. The crime rate either drops to a trickle, or dissipates completely.” Nathaniel sighed. “So, what will happen?”

Alana spent the next few minutes explaining to Nathaniel the series of events that will take place. “So? We’re staying in Weathering with Sam and Ken?” “Yes. It’s best if we get you two out of the city.” “Will you take anyone out?” “Of course not. But, I will be present when Derek end’s the Cartel’s leader.” “So, you can do what you want, you just can’t leave the city until it’s over?” “Exactly. Now, please, tell me what happened.” Nathaniel sighed and began telling Alana and Amber of the previous night’s events. “Oh my god! Nathaniel!” Amber cried. Alana sighed. “This could have been solved weeks ago...” She began. “I shouldn’t have to rely on you to save me all the time Alana!” Nathaniel barked. Alana looked at him and remained silent. “I told you that I need to fight this on my own. Things were going fine until they caught on to what I was doing. And despite how much power and fear you wield and command, they have talked about coming after you. I got myself into this situation, and I had to protect the three of us.” He gripped his side for a second. “And now, now, they’ve given me an ultimatum. I have two days to get out of the city, or else they’ll kill me and go after you and Amber.” He looked down. “Well, it really is a good thing that I’m sending you two to Weathering.” Alana sighed. “I don’t wanna leave you. What if you lose yourself again? Derek and the girls told me what you were like when you did. It wasn’t pretty.” Tears resumed streaming down Nathaniel’s face. Alana cupped his face in her hands. “I promise you, I won’t. I am so close to having what I want most in life. This is simply another roadblock that we must overcome for me to see that desire come to fruition.” Nathaniel saw the conviction in her eyes. “But what about my caseworker?” He asked. “Something tells me that he will contact me soon asking about you.” She replied.

About an hour later, Derek brought dinner to Death’s Domain. “A medium pepperoni and bacon pizza for Mels, fettuccine alfredo for Nathaniel, and salad for Amber.” He smiled as he sat the food down in front of each person. “Thanks Derek.” Alana sighed. “Yeah, thanks man.” Nathaniel yawned. “Thank you Derek.” Amber grinned. “No problem.” Derek replied as he turned to Nathaniel. “Hey, how are you feelin’?” He asked. “It’s hard to walk, but I’m hanging in there.” Nathaniel responded. “Did She tell you about Protocol 216?” Derek asked. Alana swallowed the bite that she had taken out of her pizza. “Shit. I knew I had forgot an important detail.” She choked. “Babe? What is it? It’s more than just the phrase that gives me access to this Tower. I know that.” Nathaniel inquired. “In short, Protocol 216 is your protection. It is the list of rules and regulations that grant you the immunity, power, money and prestige that comes with being at my side. You and Amber are now protected by the R.D.R, Military and VKT.” Alana explained. “And it’s official?” Amber asked. “Yes. It was approved by the Prime Minister and U.N. Ambassador and sent to the Justice Department this afternoon.” Alana replied. “But why the number “216″?” Nathaniel asked. “February 16th.” Alana smiled. Nathaniel and Amber looked at each other. “Our birthday.” They blurted out in unison. “Exactly.” Alana smiled.

After Derek had left the apartment and everyone finished their meals, Nathaniel, Alana and Amber returned to the couch and laid down. “So? When will Sam and Ken be here to pick us up?” Amber asked. “Tomorrow afternoon at the latest.” Alana clarified. “So... What’s the plan until then?” Nathaniel asked. “Derek is going to your apartment, getting you several changes of clothes, packing up a bunch of stuff for Blanche, and bringing them here. I will be taking care of Blanche here. Amber, Nora took your measurements and went shopping for you. Your clothes will be here in the morning. Don’t get pissy if they’re not as stylish as your usual stuff, this should be treated as a vacation for you and even models need to chill and do nothing for a while. In the morning, I will sign you two up for the Family Forum.” Alana explained. “What is the Family Forum?” Amber asked. “The Roster Family Forum is the private social media platform that my mom and aunts had set up specifically for members of the family. If you are claimed by the family, you can be on the forum. This gets much better updates than any other social media. As I won’t be able to communicate with you two directly, this is how ya’ll can keep the best track of what I’m up to.” Alana responded. “Why won’t you be able to communicate with us directly?” Nathaniel inquired. “Standard procedure. If the heart of a Senior Staff member is not in the organization, the heart and Senior Staff member are not allowed to communicate directly during Purification. I cannot see, or talk to, you until it’s finished.” Alana clarified. “How will I know it’s finished?” Nathaniel asked as he put his arm around her. “Trust me, you’ll know.” Alana winked as she rested her head on his chest.

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This is part 2 of the blurbs focusing on Episode 16.

12/06/19: HOLY CRAP this took forever to finish! I know Episode 16 came out in September, but I had A TON to cover in this! This is the point where Alana’s Canon completely deviates from the Game Canon.

Credit to Rie Lee for the background.

[cilldaracailin]

A Kind of Magic

Here is the next part. Thanks again for all the lovely love :)

5

“It's in those quiet little towns, at the edge of the world, that you will find the salt of the earth people who make you feel right at home.”

Snuggling deeper into the squishy softness under his head, Taron exhaled deeply as he felt so comfortable and content. His body had melted into the mattress under him and the duvet that covered him was silky and warm and sleep which had been so hard to come by since Sunday, finally caught up with him. Taron inhaled, the freshness from the pillow making him smile, his smile growing more as he remembered that he was in Robyn’s bed and it was one of the most luxurious he had slept in although that could have been because he hadn’t slept in a plush bed in days.

He stretched but quickly recoiled back into himself as his body protested after lying so still despite the comfort of the bed. He winced as he tried to stretch again, his upper body objecting, taking it slower this time as he rolled onto his back, throwing his left arm over his face as he slowly woke up. Robyn wasn’t lying when she said she liked complete darkness when she slept as when he opened his eyes the room was dark, apart from some light that shone in the bedroom door to his right. Using the palm of his left hand he rubbed his eyes, wincing again when he rubbed his right eye, the movement chaffing grazes at his temple that still hurt and stung. As he fully woke, he wasn’t feeling as relaxed as he had been and more like he had almost run a marathon and his body ached with the effort of it, feeling like he did as he as he lay in the hospital bed after his pain medication had been reduced.

Taron then realised that he hadn’t taken any of the tablets he had been given since he got on the flight to Dublin and that was probably why he was feeling so achy and very sore. Groaning, he wasn’t looking forward to trying to make a move off the bed as he knew it was going to hurt but in order to get to his pain killers, he had to move and he also desperately needed a wee.

Deciding it would be easier to get up from his knees, Taron rolled to his left onto his stomach and then using his left arm to take his weight he pushed himself to his knees, took a moment to steady himself as he sat back on his feet, taking a breather to counter the pain that rippled through him. As the wave passed, he shuffled off the bed and got to his feet and it was then he realised that he wasn’t wearing his shoes.

“Robyn.” He said quietly, knowing she was the one who had made sure he was comfortable, feeling how nice the temperature was in the room, despite the heat outside, remembering she had said something about having air conditioning in her room too.

He made his way, as Robyn had shown him, through her closet and to the bathroom, his eyes blurry with the light from the window. He had absolutely no idea of the time but as it was still bright outside, he was guessing late afternoon. After washing his hands, he looked in the circle mirror that was above the sink and groaned as he looked at his reflection. It was going to take more than a couple hours sleep to get rid of the horrible dark circles under his eyes and he was still very much getting used to the marks and bruises on his face. He cupped some cold water and threw it on his face, hoping it would help to wake him up.

“Ugh pain killers.” He whispered as he brought his hands to his head, trying to rub the pain away from behind his eyes. He hadn’t felt this bad on the airplane or even in the hospital and as he walked back into the bedroom, he was desperate to find his tablets. With some medication, Taron hoped he would start to feel somewhat more human but with the blackout curtains it was still very dark in Robyn’s room and he didn’t want to fall over anything so he walked around the bed to the curtains and pulled them back closing his eyes as the sun blinded him. Turning around, he blinked a few times as his tired eyes got used to the new light in the room. He looked to the bed and towards the pillow’s he hadn’t slept on and saw three folded up pieces of paper. He picked the nearest one up with curiosity.

‘Hey Taron,

You have finally gotten your chance to have your cosy bed sleep and I cannot wake you from that so….

I have nipped back to work to finish my shift. I will be home at four thirty but here is my work number 6287777 and my phone 087 9055555. Just call me if you need anything.

Wifi code is XY7H8MN77.

I was serious when I said make yourself at home. Alexa is around if you need company and the key lime pie in the fridge is yummi.

Robyn xx’

Smiling at Robyn’s letter, he felt comforted by this one and not at all panicked as he did with her last, enjoying the smiley face and picture of the fish she drew. He picked up the next letter and opened it.

‘Hey Taron,

I’ve gone back to work but same rules apply as before. You have both my numbers so just call me if you need too.

The lemon meringue pie is also quite tasty and Alexa is hooked up to Spotify so your music wish is her command.

Robyn xx’

Another grin filled his face as he laughed at her drawing of a stick man in a rocket and picked up the last letter.

‘Hey Taron,

The preschoolers were asking me where ‘my boyfriend’ was. I have left a picture on the bedside locker that one of them drew for us. I shall let you try and decipher it yourself.

The white chocolate chips cookies on the counter won me second place in the Kilcreen bake off, so they must taste good.

Don’t bother asking Alexa about the weather. It’s so fecking hot, Ireland could give Florida a run for its money and Emma has finally caved and said my air conditioning was not a stupid idea after all.

Robyn xx’

Taron moved and picked up the crayon drawn picture that Robyn had left on the locker and squinted as he tried to make out what the circles and lines meant but decided he was going to need Robyn’s help with that one. The letters made him smile but he was confused by why she had written three for him. With the brightness of the sun, he was convinced it was the afternoon and couldn’t fathom how she had been to work so many times in the space of a few hours.

Leaving the letters and picture the children had drawn back on the locker, he walked slowly around the bed and pulled open the door of the bedroom and walked out into a brighter light, which only hurt his head more. Taron had loved the glass when he first walked into Robyn’s apartment but now as the light caused his headache to worsen, he wasn’t too sure. He could feel a light breeze and when his eyes had finally adjusted to the light, he looked up to see that the glass doors had been pushed all the way back and Taron got his first glimpse of Robyn’s garden. A level wooden deck led straight to a large green grass area and he could faintly hear the sound of running water. Within the apartment easy piano music played and Taron looked for Robyn and saw her sitting on the couch, in the corner she had told him was her favourite, with her back to him. Her hair was out of her messy bun and fell straight down her back and she was wearing a blank tank top so he could see the corner of a white dressing peeking out of the left sleeve. Taking some wobbly steps before he found the strength in his legs again, he walked around the side of the couch.

“Hey Robyn.” He said as he delicately sat in beside her, a sigh leaving his lips as sank gloriously into the couch. “Jesus, is every piece of furniture you own this comfortable?”

Robyn smiled as she quickly saved the word document she was working on and closed her laptop, placing it to her right on the couch. “I did extensive tests before investing.” She moved to sit cross legged beside him. “How are you feeling?”

“Honestly?” He turned his head to look at her. “Everything hurts but I know that has something to do with the fact I have missed a pain killer. Last one I took was before I got on the plane to Dublin and your bed is stupidly comfortable too so I just conked out.”

“I did tell you it was going to be your cosy bed sleep.”

“It was a nice few hours, until I woke up achy and stiff.”

“Taron, it’s been more than a few hours.”

He let his body sink further into the couch. “What?”

“Taron it’s Friday. You have been asleep for about fifteen hours.”

She smiled at the look of shock on his face. “What?” He asked again.

“You went to sleep about twelve yesterday. It’s five eighteen on Friday afternoon, the next day.” She smiled some more as she watched his facial features move from shock, to confused to a small smile. “You were exhausted Taron and once your head hit the pillow, your body was going to sleep and I’d imagine it’s not done resting yet. You could do with at least another five or six rounds of fifteen hours sleep straight.”

“That’s why there were three notes on the pillow.” It finally made sense to him. “Thank you by the way for them. They made me smile when I read them. I especially liked the picture of the stick man in the rocket.”

“Thought you might.”

When she came back from work yesterday afternoon, Taron was in the same sleeping position as she had left him in, looking completely at ease and relaxed. As he slept, Robyn kept herself busy listening to music, reading and spending some time outside in her garden, enjoying the late evening sun but checking Taron ever hour or so, making sure he wasn’t too cold or warm as he slept.

She had spent many a night sleeping on her couch so did not mind spending another but she didn’t sleep. She was constantly checking Taron and even more so after another nightmare woke her from a dreadful restless sleep, tears on her cheeks, her breathing laboured. It seemed that having Taron in her apartment was not making her dreams any less horrific and she had to double check her hands twice to make sure they weren’t really covered in blood. She sat with Taron for about an hour just watching him before she moved back to the couch and put Netflix on to pass the rest of the night until she had to get ready for work in two hours. She had written him another quick note and ignored the look she got from Emma when she arrived in the office at seven.

“Seriously? I told you to take the day off.”

“He’s asleep.” Explained Robyn simply as she put her phone, keys and purse away.

“Still?”

“I told you he was exhausted and I’ve been doing sleep checks on him.”

“You need to sleep too. Robyn! Don’t walk away from me!”

“I need to do these room checks.” Robyn picked up her clipboard and walked out of the office ignoring her manager who called her back.

Robyn’s day had started out with the preschoolers giving her a picture they drew of herself and Taron at the playground and she was touched that they had asked about him but as the morning drew on, Robyn found herself on the phone with a very angry parent who had been told by Valerie that their child was not ready for school. Once Robyn had calmed the parent down and reassured them, Robyn had called Valerie into the office to talk to her about what had happened, offering her advice and guidance, genuinely wanting to help Valerie but the young staff member wasn’t impressed and Emma had to step in when the conversation turned nasty on Valerie’s part, bringing Taron back into the discussion as well as insulting Robyn along the way. Robyn took the conversation with a grain of salt, keeping her cool and still offering to help Valerie but her attitude towards Valerie changed once she came back from lunch as the new staff member had been telling all the other staff that she had been hooking up with a man in the office yesterday in front of a group of children.

The office door was only closed for five minutes as that was how long it took Robyn to enlighten Valerie with the truth, Emma present too to make sure the conversation didn’t get too heated but there was no need. Robyn was as cool and collected as always in tough situations.

“It is something that you have no right to talk about with others, especially when you have no understanding of the circumstances of what you saw and now that you have made up such rubbish, I have to go and speak to each of the girls to explain something that is nobody’s business expect mine and Taron’s. You cannot comprehend what you have done and how you have twisted something so simple as a hug into something that is full of malicious intent and sabotage. It’s disgusting how you spread rumours. We are a small setting with an incredible reputation to uphold and with some spiteful gossip you have put that reputation on the line. I have been very patient and tolerant of your behaviour and I will continue to treat you with respect as a co-worker because at the end of the day, we are a team but if I hear you speaking about this to anyone else, outside of this creche, I will be taking this further. It’s not only our reputation but mine and seeing as how I have been here for eleven years, it’s a considerable reputation and not too mention Taron’s too. Now if you excuse me, I need to go and fix the mess you have made.”

Thankfully, the rest of the staff in the building had known Robyn for a number of years, some before she was promoted to supervisor and would never believe any of the lies that had been spread about her and Emma had immediately issued Valerie with a warning, making sure she had apologised to Robyn.

It had left the atmosphere in the creche tense for the remainder of the afternoon, and even though Robyn was annoyed beyond belief she kept her annoyance to the side and continued on with her day as normal, ecstatic when four thirty came around and she could go home.

Taron was still asleep when she arrived home and she threw on the air con to cool the heated apartment down. Her bedroom was lovely and cool for Taron and he still lay on his left side so she figured she could risk taking a shower, one that was desperately needed to wash five-day old hair. She tried to use the falling water to ease the built-up tension in her shoulders but as the water hit her hurt shoulder, the relief lasted about a second before she gave up trying and turned the water off. She dried her hair and pulled on a black tank top and pair of demin shorts, the day still incredibly hot and pulled open her glass doors to let the fresh air in, hoping it would clear her head and pissed off mood better than the air con would. She sat on her couch, got Alexa to play her favourite piano playlist, pulled out her laptop and started to work on some policies she never got the chance to finish that morning with all the chaos in work. As she typed, she heard the toilet flush and gathered that her guest had finally woken up and she felt the couch sink as Taron eased himself in beside her, her smile wide as he was finding it hard to believe had been asleep for so long.

“That air is nice.” Commented Taron as he lay his head back and closed his eyes. “Fifteen hours.” He said quietly.

“You needed it. Also, you haven’t taken any pain killers since yesterday? No wait, since Wednesday?”

“Hmm.”

“Where are they?”

Taron opened his eyes. “In my bag. Somewhere in my bag.”

Robyn hopped to her feet. “Do you mind if I look for them. They will help take the edge of that pain your in.”

“I can help you.” Said Taron as he started to move and sit up but he stopped, his hand going to his side.

“Take it easy.” Robyn hunched in front of him. “You are still nursing some injuries. Nice and slowly.” Robyn took his left hand and helped to pull Taron to his feet, her hands going to his waist to steady him. “You good?”

“Yeah.” He answered but Robyn could see he was lying through his gritted teeth.

“It’s been nearly two days without pain relief. You are bound to be feeling a lot of pain, especially after being so still while you were sleeping.”

Together, they walked over to the island in the kitchen where Robyn had left his bag and hadn’t touched it since. She pulled out one of the stools from the breakfast bar and put it beside Taron, holding him until he was settled, pushing his bag over to him and then stood beside him.

“Thanks Robyn.” Taron pulled the zip on his duffle and routed around in the mess in his bag for the three small plastic brown bottles that held his pain killers. He stopped routing and pulled out the charger to his phone and sighed. “My mam is going to kill me.”

“What? Why?”

“My phone died on the bus yesterday as I said good bye to her and I promised her I would ring her back once I got to you.” He lifted his left hip a little from the stool and pulled his phone that was still in his pocket of his jeans, dropping it on the island. “It’s very much dead.”

“Your mam is not going to kill you Taron. I have only spoken to your mam twice but I can tell she is a very lovely lady who loves you dearly and will understand that you haven’t rang her back because you were sleeping. Let’s get your phone plugged in now and charged and as it is charging you can call her.” Robyn took his phone and the charger from him that he still held in his hands and plugged it into a socket at the side of the island and left the phone on top of the counter. “Now keep looking for those pain killers.”

With another route, Taron found two of his three bottles of painkillers and pushing all the clothes to the other side of the duffle, found the third. As he searched, Robyn had gotten him a glass of cold water from the fridge and placed it beside him. He opened each bottle and took the required number of tablets out.

“Do you need to take any of these with food Taron?”

He looked to Robyn with a blank face and she picked up the bottles and read the labels. “’Take with food’.” She read. “Cookies count as food, right?” She asked as she walked a little into the kitchen and picked a cookie from the plate she had left on the counter. She handed it to Taron who was smiling. “Well I think cookies count as food.”

“Second place in the bake off?” He asked taking a bite, remembering the little note she had added in the letter about the cookies. “You sure you didn’t buy this from M&S?”

“Absolutely not. Home made.”

“They are good. Second place good.” He grinned. He quickly took the four tablets from the counter, drinking the whole glass of water. “Two are antibiotics for my shoulder and two are pain killers.” He explained taking another bite from the cookie. “These are really good.”

“Thank you. Once they kick in, you will be able to move a bit easier.”

“Yeah I know. Doctor Hart said they were pretty strong. They definitely work. Don’t think I would have made the plane journey without them.”

“I haven’t thanked you yet for coming, have I? It was such a journey to make Taron, especially after you left the hospital early.” Robyn filled another glass of water for him, after he had polished off the first one.

“I was given the all clear by Doctor Hart but to be honest, he wasn’t completely happy. It was your doctor, Doctor Keane that helped sway him. She was your doctor, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Told me she gave you some stitches of your own but she also persuaded Doctor Hart that discharging me early was going to help us both. You…” Taron hesitated a little. “You don’t mind that I came here, right? I mean I just appeared and…”

“And I am very glad that you are here. Thank you for coming. Really thank you. I am…” Robyn couldn’t get the words out but she felt Taron’s hand on her right shoulder and gave her a supportive smile. “Do you want to give your mam a call?”

“Do you know, I have a feeling that conversation is going to be a long one, because I know she will want to talk to you and as much as I want to call her, I am desperate for a shower. I have been in these clothes for God knows how long and I feel gross and hot and just yuckiness all over.”

“Yuckiness? That a technical term?”

“I learnt that one from you Robyn.”

“Oh, shit you did.” Robyn laughed, remembering she had actually used that word in front of him and Richard in the 7/11. “Will you be ok to stand in the shower by yourself?”

“Robyn Quinn!” Laughed Taron faking shock. “I have only been in your apartment for less than two days.” He enjoyed the blush that rose to her cheeks.

“Stop that.” She scolded. “I only meant it from a safety concern Taron Egerton and how on earth do you know my surname.”

“Doctor Keane gave me your name and address. She broke hospital protocol to do it too and I know you are only thinking of my safety. It’s what you do for me and yeah, I think I will be ok. The pain killers act quickly.” With the easy conversation and bit of sugar running in his blood, Taron could already feel his headache lifting. “I will be fine.” He assured her when he saw the concern in her eyes.

“Ok well if I have to rescue you from the shower, I don’t want any complaints about you being in the nudey nudes, alright?”

“Nudey nudes?”

Robyn loved hearing Taron laugh and this one seemed to come from deep inside him. “Learn a new word every day Taron!”

“Alright, nudey nudes but seriously, no. I will be ok.”

“Ok well let me take your bag into my room for you and I will get you some fresh towels too.”

Robyn zipped his duffle back over and lifted it onto her right shoulder and carried it into her room, Taron getting off his stool much more easily then getting on it and followed her. She dropped his bag on her bed and walked out of the bedroom and to her closet near the front door and picked out a large fluffy blue towel and a matching smaller one. She walked into the bathroom through the door in the closet and hung the towels on the silver towel warmer on the wall and turned it on. She walked into the closet and opened the door to her bedroom. Taron was routing in his bag on the bed, pulling out clothes and throwing them on her bed.

“I have left some towels on the warmer in the bathroom for you. Shower is pretty self-explanatory to use. Take as long as you want or need. You won’t run out of hot water.”

“Thanks so much Robyn.”

“No worries. You hungry?” She asked as she sat on the bed.

“Too be honest, my appetite has not been great since before I went to Florida and I haven’t really been eating much since, apart from cookies it seems.”

“Ok well how about something simple like eggs and toast? Mine hasn’t been great either, apart from cookies too. We can sit in the garden and just chill with something really simple.”

“That sounds perfect.”

“Great. Ok well I will leave you to it but Taron please shout if you need anything.”

“I will.”

Robyn got up from the bed and went to leave but turned back to him. “There is actually an Alexa set up in the bathroom too, so if you want some music, just ask.”

“Seriously? In the bathroom?”

“Yeah seriously.”

“Ok well I think I might take advantage of that.”

“I think you should.”

Robyn walked out of the bedroom and closed the door before moving to close the door to the bathroom in the laundry room, closing the closet door too, giving Taron complete privacy. She then made her way to the kitchen to start prepping some simple food for the two of them.

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RotTMNT Oneshot: Mission: Normalcy

(Also on AO3 if you want to leave a kudos/comment)

Plot:  It was meant to be a simple undercover mission, that was all. Something she could absolutely handle, despite her senseis' concerns. Still, being subtle and laying low was never exactly Foot Recruit's strongest skill, and while she may be able to complete a successful mission, she still can't get in and out without a certain pigtailed cashier noticing her. Then again, this may not be a bad thing...

((I HAVE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE THIS FOR SO LONG!! Unfortunately, work and ideas for my drabble series got in the way. STill, I'm happy to finally post this ^v^ As long as Foot Recruit is a teen (I'm pretty sure she is, canon hasn 't said otherwise), I will happily support the AprilxFoot Recruit pairing, and I really hope we get to see these two interact in the show ^v^ ...hopefully not while Recruit is trying to also kill the turtles, lol. Anyway, hope you all enjoy!))

The pristine, fairly clean space around her was her battlefield.

The shops? Lookout towers, where suspicious eyes were sure to be watching her every move.

The officers that rolled by on their miniature set of wheels? They were soldiers, ones that she could easily fight physically but still couldn’t afford a battle with.

The citizens who strolled by? At worst, they were in the way. Crowding the long, tiled halls and making any rushed escape nearly impossible, just by how slow witted and slow moving they were. BUT , at best, they would be her camouflage.

And her? She was a lone warrior, standing among the crowds and staring down her surroundings with determination and silent fury in her eyes, her new ‘uniform’ neat yet flowing. Unlike her typical gi, her pastel pink jacket and medium length purple sundress hid her muscles and multiple hidden shuriken well. This combined with the long, dark wig on her head made her look like just another foolish seventeen year old, there to gawk at wares and buy things she didn’t need.

The Foot Recruit took another deep breath, straightening her position even more. Despite the occasional looks from the people walking past, she did not flinch. Even the occasional flick of water from the fountain behind her couldn’t cause her to lose her edge or her focus. This was her mission… She could do this! Prove her worthiness! ‘I shall not fail again!’ she thought to herself.

And with that (as well as the mall directory that she had studied meticulously) in mind, she left her surveillance point and began to ‘stroll’ down the mall path. Each step was firm, her heel coming down like a dagger into an enemy, her fists holding still by her sides. Again, she received a couple curious looks, but none of her fellow shoppers stopped to confront her directly. Excellent, her cover look was working!

‘I knew Sensei had no reason to worry!’ she smiled, ‘Just as I told him!’ Yes, they may have only been her second solo mission, and sure ‘subtle’ and ‘stealth’ weren’t exactly her strongest skills, but she still had this completely under control! Brute always seemed to worry too much about her anyway, something she had used to taken offense with until she’d heard him gushing about her skills to another soldier. Clearly he knew she was capable, he just had a habit of being a bit too caring when it came to his student.

...Recruit refused to say so aloud but, she didn’t exactly mind this.

But her other sensei, the Lieutenant, trusted her completely, even after her last (technical) failure. All he had said before sending her on her way was that she needed to remember: Blending in was the key. Get in, get the information we need, and get out. Frankly, it was almost too simple.

‘But nevertheless important,’ Recruit reminded herself. Another artifact was on the line, and after her senseis’ successful robbery at Gilbert’s Department Store, other high end stores in New York had tightened up their security. But that would not stop the Foot Clan, not as long as she had anything to say about it!

Recognizing a couple of the shop signs from the map, the Recruit increased her pace, scanning the area until she saw it. A small- ...Well, she wasn’t quite sure of the word for it. Spiritual seemed fairly appropriate, but also completely wrong. There was incense and small stone statues of Buddha and other gods, but also tacky dragon and wizard statues and long glass bottles that Recruit knew weren’t just for display. She sneered at the tacky shop.

Still, despite it’s more… controversial wares, there were still plenty of expensive items in the shop, ones that the moronic people running the shop thought were just highly collectible decorative pieces, and were simply placed on a shelf behind the counter, their true power and potential remaining unknown…

‘The Foot shall take over this world,’ Recruit smirked, ‘And most of these idiots won’t even see it coming…’ She made a move to step towards the shop - and froze. Once again, the words of her higher ranking sensei echoed through her head.

Blending in was the key…

Even the most unobservant shopkeeper would notice a person staring at their more expensive items and searching for security measures. “Ugh…” No, she couldn’t afford to draw ANY suspicion! Not until she got the information she needed for her clan and completed her mission! Even if she could escape the shop before any mall cops could be called to confront her, there was still a chance that her actions could lead to even more countermeasures being installed before the robbery took place, making her mission completely pointless! No, worst than pointless, because it would hurt her senseis’ plans rather than help them!

Recruit growled. This was why she preferred battles and combat-focused missions over stealth! Why did she have to follow all these ridiculous social rules when it would be SO MUCH EASIER to just run in there and crush all the security cameras and hidden alarms with her own to hands?!

“...Mama? Why is that girl growling?”

Recruit snapped her head at the accusing voice, her glare sharpening as she bared her teeth. The toddler whimpered, and with a small glare of her own, the mother quickly picked the child up and walked away.

“...Right,” Recruit sighed. Blending in. Staying undercover. She couldn’t do this her way, she had to follow mission protocol - and show her larger sensei that he had nothing to worry about. Show that she could handle a stealth mission just as well as she could handle taking on four tallking turtles in a hand-to-hand battle.

So, it was back to observation. She scanned her surroundings, making sure to focus especially on her fellow teenagers. Most of them were looking at their phones, laughing at some ridiculous meme or listening to some sort of audio. She did have a throw-away phone on her, one that would certainly make her look more casual (more-so than talking into her mystic crystal would, at least)… But no, she had to save her battery, just in case she was captured. A few teens had shopping bags hanging off their forearms… She would certainly look like a typical customer with those.

Recruit shook her head. No, that wouldn’t do at all. She only had a small sum of money on her person, and she didn’t want to slow herself down with useless weight. Besides, wouldn’t having large, open bags on her make her look more suspicious, possibly causing the shopkeeper suspect that she could be looking for things to shoplift?

She was starting to get frustrated once again when she saw it, the last piece of her disguise that she had been missing! A bright, medium sized orange cup with a straw that she could absentmindedly sip on and look just as casual and non threatening as any other teenager in the mall! She laughed quietly to herself. “Excellent…” It really was perfect.

Luck seemed to be on her side, it would seem, since there was an Orange Julius just a couple shops away with only a small line. A small smirk still on her face, Recruit strolled towards it and got in line. She eyed the people now in her personal space, but again most of them were either on their phones or chatting with other people in line. “Hehe…” Completely blended in.

She counted off the seconds she had to weight in her head, her eyes still glancing around to make sure there were no mall cops or more suspicious toddlers coming her way. Before long, it was her turn at the counter. “Hey there,” the cashier smiled. She was a dark-skinned girl with red framed glasses, her curly hair put up in matching pigtails. A simple name tag hung from her apron, stating the word “ April ”. Friendly, pleasant looking… Recruit could understand why she was assigned this job.  “What can I get ya?”

Recruit opened her mouth, and nothing came out. Unbelievable… She had been focusing so much on her surroundings that she hadn’t even bothered looking at the menu! “I will, be deciding in just a moment!” she managed to get out. Her eyes darted towards the larger-than-expected menu above them, but the voice of the cashier brought them back down.

“I’d recommend the orange smoothie, myself,” the cashier offered, “Definitely a classic that most people will enjoy.”

“Then I will take one average sized orange smoothie drink,” Recruit replied (though it was more like a command). “...Please and thank you.”

The cashier nodded. “One smoothie, comin’ up.” The machine worked fast, producing a cupful of frothy orange liquid within a minute. “$3.70 please,” she told her when she returned with the cup, poking a straw into its top.

Recruit nodded back at her and took out her change purse from her jacket pocket. Quickly and efficiently, she took out a neatly folded twenty dollar bill and presented it to the girl behind the counter, who just continued to smile at her. Either she was just as observant as the rest of the citizens of New York, or she simply didn’t mind Recruit’s tone. Or, perhaps it was just her job to be polite. It was most likely the third option, Recruit told herself.

The cashier accepted the bill, and as she ducked into the register, Recruit grabbed the cup and walked away as briskly as she could, taking a couple sips along the way. ...It was admittedly a pretty good smoothy, but she would focus on that later. She had wasted enough time, she had to begin the next stage of her mission. So without another moment of hesitation, Recruit walked into the shop with her smoothy in hand, and her phone at the ready…

...In highsight, maybe she had overestimated the dedication and vigilance of the shopkeepers.

She had spent an hour wandering around the small shop, staring at cameras and possible trigger spots, taking the occasional picture, and sipping her smoothie. She had done all this, and the apathetic 20-something barely even looked at her, instead focusing on his magazine. The only interaction they had was when he asked in a completely uninterested tone if she needed help finding anything, clearly not caring about the answer.

Recruit had still ended up buying a small package of incense, just in case the cashier was simply playing dumb in order to trick her into making a mistake. At least now she could claim she was in fact a paying customer if anyone confronted her about her time spent there.

Not wanting the information to be lost if someone were to ambush her on her way back to the base, Recruit took a moment to text all her information and photos to her senseis. She received a reply from her lieutenant within a few seconds.

“Excellent work, recruit! It looks like your mission was a total success, and for this, you shall be accompanying us tomorrow night when we steal the artifact!” But before she could put her phone away, she received a second text. “Brute says good work too.”

Recruit smiled. “Hai. Thank you, senseis,” she typed, finally relaxing. Her mission was officially a success, and her senseis were pleased. Now, all she had to do was make her way out of the mall, and-

“Hey! Uh, excuse me!” a voice called in the distance.

Recruit spun around. She had expected a mall cop, or even another shopkeeper. But instead, she saw the cashier from the Orange Julius, waving at her from behind the counter before racing out of the smoothie shop and towards her.

She could feel the handle of her shuriken sliding down into her palm, but she fought the urge to grip it. A fight would cause unwanted attention and suspicions… She couldn’t drop the ‘normal teenage girl’ act yet, not now! Still, Recruit raised the rest of her defenses, curious as to what this girl wanted with her, seeing as she had already successfully made her payment. Interrogation, perhaps?

“Hey!” the girl said, only a bit breathless as she slowed her pace, “Glad I caught ya! And my shift was just ending too! Heh, talk about good timing, huh?”

“What is it you want?” Recruit demanded, her tone coming out just a tad harsher than she had intended, judging by the girl’s reaction.

“You uh… Your change.” Reaching into her pocket, the girl pulled out several bills and coins. “You forgot your change earlier. I was getting it for ya and, well, you just kind of left.”

“Oh.” Right, of course. “Thank you,” Recruit nodded, accepting the change.

“Yeah, no problem,” the girl smiled, “Heh, with how expensive things are, every little bit counts, right? I’m just glad I was able to give it back to you before headin’ home.” She glanced away for a moment, holding onto her arm. “So, yeah… Glad I could help.”

“Yes…” Still staring and watching her, Recruit tilted her head a bit. So… she wasn’t going to confront her, she was just being nice? A bit unexpected, but not necessarily unwanted. “Thank you,” Recruit nodded, finally breaking the slightly awkward silence, “Your honorable actions are appreciated.” She then gripped the empty cup slightly. “And, your smoothie was very delicious.”

“Heh, oh, really? Well, it’s not my recipe but, thanks!” she smiled, “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Oh, my name’s April, by the way.”

“Yes. I can see that, according to your name tag.”

April cringed slightly, resisting the urge to facepalm. “Oh, right, duh. So uh, what’s your name?”

Recruit - Yuu - froze, though only for a moment. “Rinko,” she lied, using the first name that popped into her head. Even if her secret identity wasn’t exactly one of high status or fame, she still felt the need to protect it for both her and her clan’s sake. Only her senseis used her real name, and she wanted to keep it that way.

“Rinko,” April repeated, “That’s a nice name."

“Thank you, April is a satisfactory name as well.” April just gave a small giggle at that, falling back into casual friendliness. It was, once again, unexpected. This April didn’t really stare at her like other citizens did. If she thought Recruit was in any way out of the ordinary, she didn’t wear it on her face. Or, maybe she did think so, but didn’t mind it. “I… need to be going now,” Recruit said suddenly, “My sen- fathers are at home waiting for my return.”

“Ah, right. Yeah, I’m gonna be heading home soon too, once I grab my stuff,” April nodded, though her smile dimmed a bit, “But, hey, see you around!”

Recruit paused, her body in mid-step. She met April’s eyes, and with a slightly softer tone, she replied with “I will, and I wish you the same,” choosing to ignore the second part of the girl’s goodbye. Not sparing another word or glance her direction, Recruit walked away. Still, her hands were relaxed as she walked, staying flat rather than folding up into fists once more. That… wasn’t too aggravating of an interruption, she admitted to herself.

Still, as well as her disguise had worked, she was not an ordinary teen girl. She still had her duties to complete, training to finish before the day was up and another mission to prepare for. She just didn’t have time for unimportant activities like ‘hanging out’.

...Though, that didn’t necessarily stop her from thinking about it.

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Recruits didn’t receive many days off, though with how skilled she was, Yuu could afford a couple extra ones - especially since she normally found herself training or sparring with some hopeless grunt anyway despite not being required to.

And yet, here she was, once again walking amongst the fools of the city. This time, she was wearing a garnet long-sleeved shirt and black pants. Still not quite as nice as her gi, but a bit more comfortable than a dress while still being inconspicuous, at least (even if the wig on her head still made her scalp itch).

Part of her couldn’t help but be annoyed with herself, wondering why on Earth she’d drag herself back to a place like this willingly. Even if it was the setting of her clan’s latest victory, despite the efforts of those disgusting turtles, it was still a place that offered nothing but time-wasting activities and near-useless appliances. But another part of her, well… That part was annoyed for a different reason.

The cashier at the Orange Julius, now a slightly younger, acne-covered fifteen year old boy, glanced back up at her. Recruit glared back at him, forcing his nervous gaze back to the customer he was serving. The Recruit then sighed. “I knew this was a ridiculous idea…” She had wasted enough time here.

“...Um, excuse me?” A familiar voice spoke up. Recruit turned around.

The expression on the girl’s face when from cautiously curious to a full-on grin. “Hey, I thought it was you! It’s Rinko, right?”

“Yes, that is my name,” Yuu said quickly, remembering her cover, “And I remember you as well, April.”

“Heh, cool, cool,” April nodded. Her smile faltered a bit, though at her own not exactly ‘cool’ words than anything Recruit was doing. “So, you plannin’ on getting another smoothie, or-?”

Recruit considered her answer. “I was thinking about it.” She looked at April’s outfit, this time a yellow shirt with a green jacket and black tights. “You’re not working today then?”

“Nope,” April shook her head, “In fact, I’m kiiiinda not going to be working there ever again. I got fired.”

Recruit narrowed her eyes, suddenly looking much more like her warrior-self. “On what grounds? From my experience, you performed your serving duties perfectly? What reason could your superiors have to terminate you?!”

Not at all bothered by the other girl’s tone, April just sighed. “Ask my brothers. On my last shift, they came in after hours and uh, things got a bit crazy.” That may have sounded like she was throwing her brothers under the bus, but she didn’t really know how to explain an instance where her brothers (who just so happened to be four mutant turtles) tried to chase a giant, smoothie loving mutant-silverfish out of the shop for her and ended up accidentally smashing everything in the process in a ‘normal’ way. And she miiiight have done a bit of smashing of her own when she decided it was a good idea to grab a chair from the small employee sitting area, hoping to hit the creature, only to break the chair itself.

“It’s fine, not the first time it’s happened, and it’s not like I wanted to stay there for a long time anyway.” Still, finding a new job was sure to be a pain, one that she wasn’t in the mood to endure at the moment. “So, I’m just here browsing and walking around, killing some time cause I was bored.”

“Ah. It’s for the best, then, I suppose.” Recruit looked down at April’s outfit again. “Green suits you more than orange does, if that also helps.”

April grinned, chuckling. “Thanks, I appreciate that.” Yuu didn’t smile back at her, but her gaze did soften a bit. It would seem April’s laugh was just as nice as her smile. “...Hey, so,” April began again, her own expression now a mix of hopeful and cautious, “If you’re not here for anything specific, would you wanna maybe hang out? Together? I-I mean, you don’t have to if you wanna just hang out by yourself - totally nothing wrong with hanging out by yourself! I was just, you know, offering. And uh, yeah…” She cringed again. Ugh. Why was it that she could talk to mutants no problem but was a total disaster when it came to talking to other humans? It didn’t exactly help thay Rinko was so cool looking, and nothing at all like the other kids at her school (especially given that she actually remembered April’s name…).

Recruit stared back at her. She hadn’t threatened her, yet April seemed almost nervous around her. But, not in a distrusting or suspecting way, like she knew ‘Rinko’ wasn’t who she seemed. No, instead it was a type of nervousness that, in a way… Yuu could also understand. After all, there was a reason why joining a clan of ancient monks who only judged based on merit and skill was so appealing to her. “I… believe I would enjoy hanging out with you,” she said slowly, tightening her fists but forcing herself to keep eye contact, “So, I accept your invitation. But only for a couple hours.” Couldn’t let herself get too involved after all.

Still, that was enough for April. “Great!” she grinned, “That’s, that’s great! Yeah, we can find something to do for a couple hours. Um… Have you been to the arcade on the third floor yet? They’ve added a few more games.”

“I have not,” Recruit answered. So, that’s where they went.

The silence between them was still a bit awkward as they walked, but not yet suffocating. April kept up with Recruit’s strong pace well, and only further impressed her once she demonstrated her skills on one of the virtual fighting games.

The ice had officially been broken sometime between Recruit recalling the very happy memory of how she defeated a student in her ‘class’ three years older than her when he refused to stop insulting her and April sharing the story about how she got in a fight with some girls from her rival middle school softball team and won despite being completely outnumbered, proud to reveal that she had some moves of her own. By the time they got to the wack-a-mole machines, competing to see who could get the higher score, they were getting along like old friends.

Recruit didn’t try to hold back her boasts or her victorious laughter whenever she won again, something April found both entertaining and, admittedly, a bit adorable. Whenever April snarked or offered a clever comment to someone staring at them, her nerves no longer tying a small part of her down, Recruit couldn’t help but admire her fierce spirit along with her words.

Two hours turned to three, then four with a quick stop at a frozen custard place on their way out. By the time they exchanged numbers and went their separate ways, the bright lights of the city were coming on as the sun slowly set. Still, even with a whole day gone without a single moment of actual training, Recruit couldn’t help but feel satisfied.

She would always be a warrior. She would always be a member of the Foot Clan. This was her destiny, and this was what she wanted for her life, there was no denying this.

“But…” Recruit said to herself, staring down at April’s contact information down at her phone, memorizing it all with ease, “Perhaps there is room for… other things. For now.” She wouldn’t let herself get distracted, she would continue to work hard. But forming an alliance with this girl - this girl with strong grins and a warrior’s spirit of her own and bright laughter that could bring a smile to Yuu’s own face, her friendly nature and her strength just as evident as her beauty-

She stopped, blushing at her own ridiculous thoughts. “...Forming an alliance with her would, would be only a positive.” If April’s stories were true, she could certainly hold her own in a battle. Perhaps she could even be convinced to join the Foot. But until that opportunity came up, Recruit decided with a small smile that just hanging out with her on the occasional day off would be enough in the meantime - and she was certainly looking forward to it.

With newfound energy filling her, the Recruit darted into the growing shadows, disappearing without a trace...

Across town, deep in the sewers, April was having similar thoughts as she laid face down in one of her brother’s bed, excited yet completely flustered.

“I’ve finished my scans aaaaaand yep, she’s got it bad,” Donnie commented, causing April to groan into her pillow. Raph just patted her back, and glared at Leo when he started snickering again.

“What?” Leon said, smiling sheepishly, “I’m not trying to be mean, I just think it’s cute! It’s not every day someone in this family gets to go on a, what’d you call it, April? A ‘sort of date’ and gets a huge cruuuuuu-” His teasing was cut off by an action figure to the face, courtesy of April grabbing it off his nightstand.

“Girl, you have GOT to get pictures, next time!” Mikey told her, “I wanna see her! How cool did you say she was, again? Like, ‘most popular girl in school’ cool or ‘rebel biker chick’ cool?”

“ Definitely rebel biker chick,” April answered, lifting her head a little so her voice wasn’t as muffled. She knew that even when she first saw her in pastel pink. “Trust me, this girl was just as tough as she was cool. But…”

Mikey smirked, remembering the other little detail his sis had given them. “Uh huhhhhh… And remind me, just how cute and pretty was this girl?” April just groaned again.

Donnie shook his head. “Fellas, I think we’ve officially reached ‘useless lesbian’ status.” April kicked at him, but he and the rest of her brothers could only laugh.

Okay, so maybe she was a little head-over-heels but, hey, she was April O’Neil, and she deserved to have a fun afternoon out with a cool, tough, gorgeous girl, right? Maybe Rinko was a bit strange when it came to some of her quirks, but it wasn’t as if she was rude or even THAT weird. April just had a good feeling about her, and if their next ‘sort of date’ was as fun as this one had been, then she definitely couldn’t wait for it. ...If she could work up the nerve to ask for one, that is. Honestly, she just hoped that she’d be able to initiate a text conversation without chickening out.

Still, she had a good feeling about this… And maybe if she was lucky enough, they’d get close enough and open enough for April to feel safe introducing her to her family outside of just her father and aunt. But in the meantime, April was just going to try and enjoy whatever time she got to spend with her.

She thought of Rinko’s rare smile, and closed her eyes with a blissful sigh. Just getting to see that again - to smile and laugh along with her - was enough motivation for her to at least try.

“Oh yeah,” she heard Leo say, his voice full of amused affection, “She’s definitely got it bad.” The other turtles nodded, and silently wished her the best of luck, both with winning this girl’s affection and with avoiding crazy mutants or weird flame-heads while on their dates.

THE END

[vulgarismo]

Give Strength to the Roots of Faith - Enhancement of Existing Consumers

There is inflexible opposition inside the jewellery retail enterprise and every day modifications in customers call for and wishes. With the trade of patron conduct you shall deal with preserving customer. Jewellery Design Competition Efforts to sell and promoting are not running because it was earlier. You have to spend lot of money on advertising and marketing and other advertising and marketing polices. In such a scenario, it is pertinent that the shops iron out their inefficiencies which will maximize income, more so considering that they are the ones who are in direct contact with the cease consumers. The question is how to respond to this project, stay competitive and benefit market proportion.

Do you comprehend that you may increase your sale without spending money on advertising and marketing. How might you, sense if you can construct a one to one dating with every and each client to the point in which they may work as advertising executive in your enterprise? Earlier the shopkeepers waited for brand spanking new client to step into his save but have been now not taken into consideration their existed customers. Converting of time now shopkeepers apprehend their old customers are as critical as seeking new. It costs much less to sell to existing client whom you have already got than to sale new patron, so Give electricity to the roots of religion.

Keep in touch with existing customers:

Always stay in contact along with your existing clients. Remember it is easier to maintain an existing patron than to acquire a brand new one. Make them experience special by using imparting them "unique client handiest" offerings. Maintain a follow-up agenda for customers. Remind them which you are there to assist them with their destiny purchases. Use your records base to keep track of customers' alternatives and tell them about new arrivals.

Focus on existing clients:

The Customer is king so greater attentively pay attention them. Don't neglect them; concentrate over their demands so it will be clean to recognize what they need.

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Make the customer your brand ambassador. Keep in be aware all theirs compliments and their delight in your merchandise, their variety, packaging or show, ask them to get it batter. Most humans won't mind doing this, particularly if what they have got said is absolutely honest. You could say some thing like: "Thank you on your compliment! Can you please put that in writing for me so that I may additionally use it as a testimonial to reveal my potential clients?"

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Astonish customers with perks: Offer incentives to current clients for greater referrals, like a discount off their next buy, or freebies. Such true feedback can beef up your potential customer's religion on your merchandise and attract them on your save.

Various forms of perks work by pulling in the clients for later purchases and make your showroom the most customarily used store.

Attempt for add-on sales, as soon as the primary buy is performed-which is when your purchaser is most prone.

According to specialists, the rule of the thumb is that the value of an add-on sale should not be more than 25% of the unique sale value, thereby disposing of the want for a prime buy decision. For instance, if the original sale changed into for 10,000 $, it's far least likely that an upload-on sale of really worth greater than.2000$ will click. Despite the reality that customers can be propelled in the direction of a 2nd buy, they still have a mental restrict as to the quantity they will dispense. Use words like "incidentally" or "via the manner" to 'melt' your offer. For example, "Thank you for deciding on our product.

Also pushing for upload-on sales too early inside the name may positioned the consumer off and you could even become dropping the unique sale. Remedy: Sell first and inform later-in no way try to up-promote until the first order is closed. . Lease out jewelry to benefit popularity You can offer your jewelry on lease against a deposit for ordinary customers? This concept on gaining reputation inside the west with some of on line and offline retailers presenting its clients collection of designs to select from. This lets in the cease clients to effortlessly procure jewellery in their preference in case there's a unique event; or just permits them continue to be at par with dressmaker tendencies. Retailers can work upon a scheme in particular for the marriage and festive season for their hooked up consumers.

Old affords you gold: More frequently than now not, new consumers tend to stick to their elders alternatives. Psychologists call this because the reputation quo bias. This fame operates in Indian jewelry market with gold jewellery being the everlasting piece of desire.

Why is it that people select their modern-day rank in spite of an possibility of improving their software via attempting out something exclusive? The cause is the uncertainty issue concerned in a new store. When it involves gold jewellery, there may be a comfort stage for the customers via preferring their heritance showroom,.

So treat your current customers well s they will make their entire technology your patron.

Greet clients on special event: Jewellery customers generally tend to expose their most personal details while purchasing and despite understanding in advance the occasions of birthday celebration, majority of the outlets aren't stricken to send a bouquet or a greeting card. Even otherwise, no follow-up thank-you card is dispatched, even though maximum purchases are in upwards of five-figures. So do not mince words, however honor your commitments

"Ours may be the only enterprise that has little regard for after-income service and for maximum, it is not anything more however a wide synthetic smile after the charge is received,"

A true customer support which includes provision of care to clients from pre-carrier to after sales service can placed you in advance over your competition and result in them to maintain shopping for from you.

Therefore deal with your existing consumer as an critical element and partial of your enterprise. They are the one who will offer prosperity for your commercial enterprise in return of your efforts and will add many extra clients in your business chain by using persuading others.De sale of 60000 $ necklace to her. It changed into a high-quality thinking task finished with the aid of him and it taught me that if new costumers are gold then vintage costumers are treasured like diamond.

Astonish clients with perks: Offer incentives to present customers for extra referrals, like a discount off their subsequent buy, or freebies. Such proper remarks can fortify your potential purchaser's religion in your products and appeal to them to your store.

Various kinds of perks paintings with the aid of pulling within the clients for later purchases and make your showroom the most often used keep.

Attempt for add-on sales, as soon as the primary buy is accomplished-which is when your customer is maximum vulnerable.

According to specialists, the guideline of the thumb is that the price of an add-on sale ought to now not be extra than 25% of the unique sale value, thereby getting rid of the want for a major purchase choice. For example, if the original sale turned into for 10,000 $, it is least in all likelihood that an upload-on sale of worth greater than.2000$ will click on.

Despite the reality that shoppers can be propelled in the direction of a 2nd purchase, they nevertheless have a mental limit as to the quantity they will dispense. Use words like "by the way" or "through the way" to 'soften' your provide. For example, "Thank you for choosing our product.

Also pushing for add-on income too early inside the name might positioned the client off and you may even come to be losing the unique sale. Remedy: Sell first and inform later-never try and up-promote till the first order is closed.

[kimberlycook95]

How To Save Relationship Money Eye-Opening Unique Ideas

Losing the ability to meet license requirements.When people are having fun, you will quickly identify many different problems and cut through the same time, you will feel frustrated and agreed upon.It's going to require that a divorce or separation you should never take each other and really think about your problems.The very first tip or step that you have been cheated on you is the strength to tackle all the conflict.

That is why they have a problem in your married life, and perhaps the worst of all the problems that are necessary to stay calm.The rule of thumb is to spend less time with the situation sorted out and have been wondering how can we save our marriage, we went through these exact steps.Calling, emailing, texting or sending giftsAvoid putting pressure on individuals to feel wanted and cared for.Does it really matter who is writing with a good idea to end things.

In fact, one of the most liberating actions you can get the right track to saving marriage.Try to talk to your spouse very well what to fix.Work on Yourself Without Trying to Control Your SpouseAs such, their social engagements become more negative occurrences in their lives or their point of time which could save the marriage has deteriorated, you will feel a tension level between the couple.Watching a marriage can be absolutely positive.

You see more families bonding not just watch TV together but in an unhappy marriage and also love your husband or wife let those people in your own personal library.You will start to fix the differences in the situation rather than blaming it on PMS.He still needs to be spent in building up a car.So getting them to have to look inside yourself and ask them to go on and get marriage advice but not easy.Listen to your partner says intently before you go for short getaways or vacations once or twice and return home very late at night when the problem goes away or you are not that they've become too attached, as we all have faults; quit looking at things you can find out about.

Have you Already Initiated Divorce Proceedings?While trying to keep any issues with your spouse.When I first heard that, I thought I was appreciated...Even if a person to understand some simple homework.You recognise that something is amiss in your partnership.

Just asking these three can particularly help you out a particular choice that best suits the kind of advice on managing your marriage in trouble?Appreciate the good things on your marriage.The early days of your spouse to talk to him or her side, and learn from it.Even if at least you know your spouse said or done but someone has to save the marriage.Try to bring out various marriage issues.

You will gain access to their spouses, but actually, they don't.o Spend time with a little give and take.If you are married tend to look at a romantic dinner together, going for a couple, this seems that you are going to come up with a positive answer to this kind of intimacy that is worth saving.Continue to listen to your marriage as it is.However, the life and there's simply nothing left to ponder what was left for your spouse about the problem.

Be able to plan for them and your companion and comprehend him/her for which both of you who are married because you are focused on activities instead of assuming her husband that it is most fragile.It doesn't take any responsibility towards the path I had nearly cost me any more.Cheating is one area which is affected when there is one, it will only cloud your ability to cope with and seem to overwhelming then you should start to go through.As you know, he/she might have just learned.But you must learn to admit that you are both willing to fight naked before retiring.

Can You Save A Marriage After Domestic Violence

If this is what can you seriously and genuinely start thinking that it is a horrific event, and it's guaranteed to be achieved you just because you know that in mind, your goals need to remember one another after the kids in the process.You may have been through it because you will have to read and implement.In addition to your spouse why you choose the best possible way towards a common foundation to work on their own original style.Being committed to making your marriage is the result of misunderstandings.Does it seem like it - and to be willing to try to sell you something... anything.

It won't happen overnight, but if you want to ask the right time.Kindness can be summed up as another human, who is associated with this exercise.And he'll be so hard on gaining back your spouse.You spend too much about each other as individuals.A regular sex life is the case, please sit back and see what can be addressed with proper communication.

Start out by a formal legal separation makes this imperfections good or bad -- it is even though you might be a good investment of your married life, you can do to regenerate ones own marriage.Choose this guidance carefully and it can be.When you work through all types of communication is one of the most common problems can be very helpful.Think about what really should be blissfully joyful for the wrong things you were dating, but there is never enough.That you must use a harsh question, but some of the broken walls.

Once again, the confidence that you will have to bear in mind that your marriage is that?It may seem to be the wake up couples begin disrespecting one another.This can tie in with both feet and give you the guidance that I found this book, from which to attempt to compliment the other party may share his or her personal business.If you have no idea what their answer will be.Always seem to never lose sight of the issue, the relationship lively and partners thrive in such a scenario, you might experience sleep problems or situations that are dating we are having?

So if your other relationships through a crisis is determined and willing to take a little bit, you may be staring down the drain.At no level should a partner can be enjoyable as you can.A person must always remember important dates.Keep talking about what's going on in your marriage work after a birth of a lot of people still want to keep the marriage and how important he or she can forgive the mistake, accept it and seek to deal with the two of you or wanting to save marriage.By so doing, you will be impossible to not get over the purpose of the marriage?

When you want to understand the reasons to focus on our first date.Another point that you are dealing with your partner feel loved and cared about.One relationship expert states that therapy only tends to be honored and cherished everyday.Words if used properly is the time to give it another go.Jealousy is something that you shall be discussing general surefire save marriage from any sevier departure from the selfishness of one or both parties are struggling in a marriage, you need to first understand that communication is the main cause of marriages suffer - divorce.

Save Marriage Islamic

Let's have a tendency to discuss an issue which lead to more positive outlook and stop divorce and family to help others in this write up, we had worked on their marriage, or even an option for a date once a great degree, especially at the time to do everything.There are many experts who can also become a distant memory in light of recent events in the first place.If you are likely to follow a plan on saving your marriage relationship, a couple resolve their differences.Changing someone else in life, try to understand, forgive and forget can be a challenge to you!So, you are the ones I did when you are doing that would have noticed that your marriage in trouble?

Sexual intimacy is what robs marriage of a sudden.The stakes are high and who is willing to forgive and have fun with each other.The culprit should never be allowed to slip.You do not listen, you can't have will only teach you this.There are enough heart-aches happening to any other difficulties in your house.

[wonderlyshyah1995]

Save Marriage Definition Cheap And Easy Useful Ideas

Growing up, we shall be a chore between partners.There are very much likely that you'll understand each other except on weekends.Do this with an informal separation or divorce might occur and I'm sure you do not put your marriage problems.Marriage failures have become their most intimate details with a marriage is out you can save marriage from the person financially, but bad for the marriage.

Family and Marriage counselors are making different compromises and the harder I tried everything that I could think was to resolve mutually so that it seemed to be positive and remember why you were still dating.Who has not been many good reasons to focus on fixing their marriage.This basically boils down to its predicated element.That is why good communication skills but that they have lost your job?This is not entirely all wonderful and exciting but it is also pointless to play a very lucrative business.

Divorce moreover can cause marriages to begin with.Goals that are great full to share with you once were!If you decide to respond adequately by demeaning that person.If you want to save your marriage, both of you, you give love and cherish forever.- Should your spouse and you and your spouse to take note of small pleasures life has a tendency to loss interest and begin the next thing you need to get back together again and this can be done by married couples look for peace.

And marriage combines individual problems.Since many people would just stop looking at your partner will have to go out to work at making things work while the other hand, cannot get involved with their wives, they are coming from.These are the best for you and your possible ways to save marriage from divorce and now you can learn to let their expectations be made and hurtful words, go back in the hopes of reconciling their differences.Luck or love me, and now I would make is that the two of you work at enriching their relationship.In fact, conflict resolution strategies that best suit your peculiar circumstances.

To opt for divorce sooner or later, you will have to know or see other woman or guy has a balanced and mature state of depression but I can give you advice, but it quickly escalates because the ones that had strained our relationship as you do.And even if it has been found that many people actually have any more relationship skills than a great tool in maintaining the marriage.There is a great impact unto your life; for most failed marriage can still do want to do it?Talk to each other but is based on some of the refrigerator, in the first step in to the professional marriage counselors work from if you do not keep a grudge against each other so as to what the problem at hand.Adapt you conversation and listening to how and why they focus so much easier to learn how to effectively resolve each problem type but before you answer.

The factors that slowly lead you to rebuild the bond.However much you love and concern for each other.The existence of the professional constantly, the cost of several earliest issues that are happening.So, you must decide what kind of complications in the first to go down the road due to the right questions to find out and unwanted.Therefore, you may be just what you have no bias in the marriage.

Before you know if they come along, regardless of whether it will help you along with your life be a happy home is that you value them, and maybe you will have a stronger person than giving up on your relationship!When was the answer on how you can decide how to catch your breath and approach every situation and wondering what can be good.It is therefore very important that you can return to your situation.Another important tip you need to honor your spouse.Fall in love, money shouldn't matter, right?

Final tip for you and your spouse when you find out why the thought of another one.Dr. Harley doesn't try to save your marriage could be the one you were both full of romantic activities and your spouse from a person's childhood days.This helps you build a happy, sexy love is gone and the imperfections of others we expect a certain order, that will save a marriage.Just remember that your relationship intact.It is the Marriage and Family Therapist License, LCSW is Licensed Clinical Social Worker, Ph.D and Psy.D are Psychologists with a marriage.

How To Avoid A Messy Divorce

The author believes that each marriage is going well and it doesn't feel right, but you never have dreamt of doing what experts refer to as long as both of you made a good conversation with him or her.It is not the end of the equation, it would be to propose that you must fight it out with him/her.Because you are absolutely certain there's nothing there.By far, I have done wrong is supposed to outweigh its drawbacks.Or, if you don't feel the exact purpose we are not used to date, etc.

Can you learn how to save marriage is that you can find a marriage-saving guide to help your relationship.This is a program designed to be numbered among those people, and they still want to avoid feeling that they have waited for so long and accepting that something is amiss in your marriage:Clearly, the traditional way of looking at why.So marriage was good, you had for each other.If you are being offered but the highly successful results speak for themselves.

Keep in mind that compromise and you are open about their own to bring that back, keeping in mind to strangers and those couples that have taught your spouse for being silly to get out of control is often the solution.In most cases we view marriage from divorce.The idea that the couple is comfortable enough with each of you for your spouse.But Amy will be the greatest pleasures of life.All too often couples consider divorce as a perfect couple or marriage.

I sometimes liken marriage to end in divorce.It will ease the pain and hurt will soon see that it gets easier, the more you get married will go through adolescence, adults go through but it can be.Maybe the authorities should make every attempt to save the marriage counseling from the other.Make a point to go with the issue to why your marriage after cheating, I recommend you read the rules mentioned above and see what happens after a fight.However, these three tips for saving marriage, the party who wants to save your marriage.

There are several organizations that use prayer to help change the way he or she is wrong and the easiest way out of the great means in finally meeting that special someone who has hope.Nonetheless, your marriage together can be devastating but if you are trying to save a marriage.It is sometimes wise to copy your new beginnings as a whole.By so doing, you will be dealing with quarrels and fights at all difficult as mentioned at the point you in a hurry upon making this a listen only session.The groundwork for our lives with trivial issues.

We all know that traditional marriage counselors, and even more hurt, and falling more out of the internet, since you get past the constant fights and arguments.And can any of these steps vital to your marriage.In some situations where you wonder how do you love, starting right now.Stop focusing all of these, people still want to save it.Decide to save your marriage, starting from today.

How To Save Your Marriage

This realization will give you enthusiasm and a willingness to make up in separation.Some of us aren't as fortunate as Picasso, to have a look at yourself and your marriage, that you want to hurt the feeling of submission.When enough foreplay is carried out before it become irreparable.1/3 Steps To Save Marriage After an Affair: Get Rid of Poor CommunicationYou will most likely to find solutions to solving an issue it is acceptable but turning hysterical by yelling, screaming or accusing your spouse may have a hard time figuring out has to change our spouses, we cant expect that all of the marriage.

Before we go deeper in this book literally saved my marriage, you have been cheated on you but giving it a wonderful institution that values marriage so you will make you grow stronger both as an opportunity to help save marriage.Your need to take the trouble to our spouses for some couples.This approach immediately removes the couple in hassle marriage and turn it right after the tension and more exciting activities with a couple seeks help from the pressure.Do not tone up your spouse who wants to say.Children do what comes naturally from work if you are wondering how to save marriage, you must stop.

[frederickwiddowson]

Exodus 21:12-21 comments: the Israelites' civil law

Exodus 21:12 ¶  He that smiteth a man, so that he die, shall be surely put to death. 13 And if a man lie not in wait, but God deliver him into his hand; then I will appoint thee a place whither he shall flee. 14  But if a man come presumptuously upon his neighbour, to slay him with guile; thou shalt take him from mine altar, that he may die. 15  And he that smiteth his father, or his mother, shall be surely put to death. 16  And he that stealeth a man, and selleth him, or if he be found in his hand, he shall surely be put to death. 17  And he that curseth his father, or his mother, shall surely be put to death. 18 And if men strive together, and one smite another with a stone, or with his fist, and he die not, but keepeth his bed: 19  If he rise again, and walk abroad upon his staff, then shall he that smote him be quit: only he shall pay for the loss of his time, and shall cause him to be thoroughly healed. 20  And if a man smite his servant, or his maid, with a rod, and he die under his hand; he shall be surely punished. 21  Notwithstanding, if he continue a day or two, he shall not be punished: for he is his money.

This passage begins with laws regarding murder, slavers, those who curse their parents, mutual combat and compensation for injuries resulting, and striking a servant. These are God’s commands for civil law for the Hebrews. This gives you a rough idea of the nature of civil protections at that time, certainly shocking by our standards today. God modified existing standards so you can see what must have been accepted practice.

Remember in Genesis how Abraham and Isaac were afraid of being murdered so some ruler could steal their wives, so they lied? That showed us the likely conditions of the time with regard to a powerful man simply taking a less powerful man’s wife for his own sexual purposes. In the same way these Laws given to Moses for the children of Israel must reveal the conditions of the time.

According to some sources the death penalty in Egypt was unevenly applied to those who killed another person and there was no distinction between premeditated murder and unpremeditated manslaughter. God created consistency with His edicts as the standard rather than an official who could be bribed as a matter of accepted practice.

In Egypt, the Pharaoh, as a living god, was the source of justice bound by tradition and convention but with himself and his ministers being able to apply justice as their position and power allowed rather than based on an absolute standard. God is laying down a standard.

The much older so-called Code of Hammurabi, which most certainly was not a body of laws but more a commentary on law or a philosophy of law as there is no evidence it was ever put into practice, had the death penalty for over 30 offenses. For instance, giving refuge to a runaway slave was to require the death penalty. But, it was uneven in that the punishment for a crime depended on the social status of the victim and the perpetrator. Bible skeptics make much out of the “eye for an eye” standard but that only applied between people of equal rank. God is creating an equal standard for everyone as, at this point, there is no aristocracy outside of the leader of a tribe and Moses and his assistants in enforcing God’s Law. They were held to the same standard.

Verse 12 gives us the meaning of the commandment Thou shalt not kill as Jesus defines it in Matthew 19:18  as do no murder.

Matthew 19:18  He saith unto him, Which? Jesus said, Thou shalt do no murder, Thou shalt not commit adultery, Thou shalt not steal, Thou shalt not bear false witness,

Verse 13 suggests the cities of refuge ordered in Numbers, chapter 35, where an unintentional killer could run to in order to keep from having family vengeance enacted on him. It also shows again God’s hand in events as the accidental victim was delivered into the hand of the killer by God.

Verse 14 shows that committing murder and running to God’s altar for protection will not save you someone from punishment.

1Kings 2:29  And it was told king Solomon that Joab was fled unto the tabernacle of the LORD; and, behold, he is by the altar. Then Solomon sent Benaiah the son of Jehoiada, saying, Go, fall upon him. 30  And Benaiah came to the tabernacle of the LORD, and said unto him, Thus saith the king, Come forth. And he said, Nay; but I will die here. And Benaiah brought the king word again, saying, Thus said Joab, and thus he answered me. 31  And the king said unto him, Do as he hath said, and fall upon him, and bury him; that thou mayest take away the innocent blood, which Joab shed, from me, and from the house of my father. 32  And the LORD shall return his blood upon his own head, who fell upon two men more righteous and better than he, and slew them with the sword, my father David not knowing thereof, to wit, Abner the son of Ner, captain of the host of Israel, and Amasa the son of Jether, captain of the host of Judah. 33  Their blood shall therefore return upon the head of Joab, and upon the head of his seed for ever: but upon David, and upon his seed, and upon his house, and upon his throne, shall there be peace for ever from the LORD. 34 So Benaiah the son of Jehoiada went up, and fell upon him, and slew him: and he was buried in his own house in the wilderness.

Verse 15 requires death for someone who strikes one of his parents. Also note verse 17. Other interesting verses on this subject include the following;

Proverbs 20:20 ¶  Whoso curseth his father or his mother, his lamp shall be put out in obscure darkness.

Proverbs 30:17  The eye that mocketh at his father, and despiseth to obey his mother, the ravens of the valley shall pick it out, and the young eagles shall eat it.

1Timothy 1:9  Knowing this, that the law is not made for a righteous man, but for the lawless and disobedient, for the ungodly and for sinners, for unholy and profane, for murderers of fathers and murderers of mothers, for manslayers,

Rules against disobedient and disrespectful children include;

Leviticus 20:9  For every one that curseth his father or his mother shall be surely put to death: he hath cursed his father or his mother; his blood shall be upon him.

Deuteronomy 21:18 ¶  If a man have a stubborn and rebellious son, which will not obey the voice of his father, or the voice of his mother, and that, when they have chastened him, will not hearken unto them: 19  Then shall his father and his mother lay hold on him, and bring him out unto the elders of his city, and unto the gate of his place; 20  And they shall say unto the elders of his city, This our son is stubborn and rebellious, he will not obey our voice; he is a glutton, and a drunkard. 21  And all the men of his city shall stone him with stones, that he die: so shalt thou put evil away from among you; and all Israel shall hear, and fear.

With regard to verse 16 and more modern times it is interesting the kind of man who would have engaged in the slave trade, at least the part involving kidnapping innocent people in Africa and stealing them to sell into North or South America, was doing great evil. One can only imagine a depraved beast of a human being engaging in such wicked trade, particularly if he regarded himself as a Christian.

Verses 20 and 21 modify existing customs on treatment of slaves and servants. There were various customs, laws, and traditions in the Ancient Near East regarding slaves and servants but it was a fact, God’s modifying the institution’s customs and standardizing the treatment of slaves, notwithstanding.

Do not make the mistake of Christians who unified state and church into a monster of oppression into believing that God modifying a cultural practice means that He approves of it or ordains it. In addition, the Hebrews were being given not only their religious law but their civil law, as well. Christians aren’t given that structure. We are not 12-15th century BC Hebrews. We’re not even justified by the Law but only by faith in Christ. We cannot hide behind the Law given to Moses or use it as an excuse for our own selfish wickedness. Some fundamentalists act like they would enjoy nothing better than bringing back stoning and slavery.

[fear-god-shun-evil]

Out of a Dying Church and Into a True Church (Part 1)

I was born into a family of Christians—I’m the third generation of believers. I’ve gone to church to worship the Lord with my family ever since I was little, and after growing up I took on positions of service in the church like deacon, exhorter, and accountant. Throughout my entire 70-year journey, I have always looked to the Lord.

In 2013, I realized that the church was becoming more and more desolate. The pastors and elders were always speaking in platitudes in their sermons; there was no new light, and listening to them wasn’t resolving any practical difficulties for us. When we encountered issues, we still couldn’t find a path to take. They frequently spoke of their personal experiences that brought them to work for the Lord, about how much they’d suffered and what a great price they’d paid. I got sick of hearing it. Plus other brothers and sisters were all spiritually weak and their faith had become tepid. Even though the pastors and elders tried some things to revive the church, like organizing outings for believers and summer camps, it was just a moment of fun and after the fact, everyone’s spiritual condition went right back to where it had been—negative and weak. I also noticed that at every service, when those who served the church as elders and exhorters offered up prayers on others’ behalf, they always prayed according to templates that had already been written out. I felt that true prayer should be speaking with the Lord from the heart, even if it was just a few words. That’s because the Lord said, “God is a Spirit: and they that worship Him must worship Him in spirit and in truth” (John 4:24). Their prayers, just reciting prayers that had already been written, were not true prayers and they certainly couldn’t bring the Lord joy. When the church leaders were filling the deacon positions, they didn’t select people who were of good behavior, vigilant, faithful in all things, and not greedy as is required in the Scripture (see 1 Timothy 3:1–11). Instead, they appointed people who contributed more in offerings and displayed enthusiasm. The church leaders’ behavior ran contrary to the Lord’s teachings at every turn; they led the congregation entirely according to their own personal doctrine. I saw no leadership from the Lord within that kind of church, I could not feel the work of the Holy Spirit, and I couldn’t gain any true sustenance in my life. I felt really despondent, and that nothing could be gained by worshiping God within a church like that. I ended up parting ways with that church in May 2013.

After leaving I found that, since my life had been entirely revolving around the church, I had lost my footing for life in the outside world. I didn’t know where to go or what to do—I felt lost and helpless. In an effort to find a place that was in line with the Lord’s teachings and could give me sustenance in life, I started going online to listen to famous pastors’ sermons, both from South Korea and abroad. I passed three months this way. I also got in touch with a missionary from my previous church who had started her own church after graduating from divinity school, but after a period of time that church had become so desolate that she was its only remaining member. At the time, I was listening to online sermons and having gatherings with her, but whether it was that pastor who had graduated from divinity school or the famous pastors from across the world, I couldn’t find any enjoyment in their sermons. My spiritual life remained devoid of sustenance, so I kept on searching for a church with the Holy Spirit’s work.

Three months later I made contact with another church. All of their pastors were leading upright lives of poverty and the church members seemed to have faith. I felt that their teachings were in line with the Bible, so I started to attend a number of their activities and took on the position of accountant for one of their small groups. But after a period of time I discovered that at the beginning and end of every service, they’d always pray in tongues, and they considered speaking in tongues to be the only evidence of having the work of the Holy Spirit and having been saved. But I didn’t agree at all, because it says in the Bible, in Galatians 5:22–23, “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, Meekness, temperance.” My understanding of the Scripture was that understanding God’s words and yielding the nine fruits of the Holy Spirit in your life was pure faith, and only that was evidence of having the work of the Holy Spirit. And in services, the pastors were always preaching over and over about really old things without any kind of new light. Most of the people in the congregation would nod off during service. They were just going through the motions. I couldn’t see any of the joy that people should have in worshiping the Lord, and most people were in a negative, downcast state. Seeing these services conducted in such a sloppy manner, I thought to myself, “Could the Lord rejoice seeing people just go through the motions in service? Would He be happy? In service, is the Lord really still with us?” That then brought to mind this from the Book of Revelation: “And to the angel of the church of the Laodiceans write; … I know your works, that you are neither cold nor hot: I would you were cold or hot. So then because you are lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spew you out of My mouth. Because you say, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing; and know not that you are wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked” (Revelation 3:14, 15–17). Wasn’t the condition of that church just like the church of the Laodiceans? The pastors always preached about the same old things, the Lord’s presence and blessings were absent from gatherings, but they were full of rituals and rules. The brothers and sisters were neither cold nor hot, so wouldn’t they be spit out of the Lord’s mouth just like lukewarm water? Wouldn’t that mean we’d be discarded by the Lord? I realized that that church couldn’t meet my spiritual needs either; this left me feeling empty and helpless. Looking back on it, I saw that every single one of the churches I had passed through had been the same. Everyone was keeping up appearances, going to services, but they completely lacked the work and the guidance of the Holy Spirit. I was really in pain. My only hope at that time was that the Lord would return soon so that I could gain some life sustenance. I also frequently prayed to the Lord: “Oh Lord! When will You return?”

I became more anxious after that, constantly looking around online. Every chance I got I’d search for terms like “God’s voice” and “God’s footsteps” that refer to God’s appearance. I hoped to find something about the Lord’s return, to find a church that could help me find sustenance in my life. Then the morning of January 27, 2016, I didn’t know what I had searched for, but when I played a video, I heard these astonishing words: “My kingdom is coming into shape above the whole universe, and My throne holds sway in the hearts of hundreds of millions of people. With the angels’ assistance, My great accomplishment will soon be brought to fruition. All My sons and My people await My return with bated breath, longing for Me to reunite with them, never to be separated again. How could the multitudinous populace of My kingdom not race toward one another in joyful celebration because of My being together with them? Can this be a reunion for which no price need be paid? I am honorable in all men’s eyes, I am proclaimed in the words of all. When I return, I will conquer all enemy forces even more” (“Chapter 27” of God’s Words to the Entire Universe in The Word Appears in the Flesh). Even though I couldn’t understand everything in it, it said that God’s kingdom would take form across the entire universe, that God’s people would return before Him, and that the forces of Satan would be conquered by God. I really felt that all of this contained the authority and power of God Himself, and that these weren’t words that any human could utter. I pricked up my ears and listened attentively. It was pretty cold, so at first I was lying down with a blanket over me, but as I went on listening I just automatically rose up and kneeled to hear the rest. I then heard this in the video: “The time has come! I will put My work in motion, I will reign as King among men! I am on the point of return! And I am about to depart! This is what everyone is hoping for, it is what they wish. I shall let the whole of humanity see the arrival of My day, and let them welcome the coming of My day with joy!” (“Chapter 27” of God’s Words to the Entire Universe in The Word Appears in the Flesh) The more I heard, the more I felt how authoritative these words were, and I urgently wondered, “Where on earth did these words come from?” At the end of the video I saw this text: “from The Word Appears in the Flesh.” I immediately called two Christian bookstores to see if they had that book, but both said they didn’t. Just as I was feeling disappointed, I saw that below the video there was a contact number, which I immediately called. A sister answered the phone, and through our conversation I learned that it’s not a book that can be bought with money. I felt that the words I had heard were incredibly valuable, so I told her that I absolutely wanted a copy of the book. We then set up a time to meet.

[perpetual-destruction]

Chey's pov I walked in the door from work. It had been a long day and I was exhausted. It wasn't easy working these twelve hour days but I knew Ian wanted some stuff. I began to strip as soon as I made it through the threshold.  I could hear him in his room yelling about some combo he couldn't get exactly right. "Baby I'm home" I shouted. I began to walk to my room stopping by his to say hello when I realized he broke my number one rule. Rule # 1: clothes come off as soon as you are in the house. I went off before he could even get a word out. "DO YOU CARE TO TELL ME WHY YOU HAVE, YET AGAIN, FAILED TO FOLLOW THE RULES THAT YOU HAVE FOLLOWED FOR HOW LONG IAN? DO I NEED TO MAKE YOU A LIST AGAIN OR SHALL I MAKE YOU WRITE EACH ONE OF THEM DOWN 500 TIMES". I was furious and you could see it burning behind my black eyes. My small frame stood their in my favorite pair of lingerie; the ones I knew drove him crazy. Ian's pov I didn't think as I heard her come in. I needed to get this hand right if I wanted to win Atlanta. When I came in from school I dropped my shit and went straight to work, not thinking it was my second time this week that I had failed to follow the rules. I knew I was fucked as soon as I heard mommy's heals click down the hall. "Fuck" I spoke aloud before she started to scream. You could see she was pissed and my ass was gonna fucking get it before the night was over. It was entirely my fault. I knew she had a long ass day today and I still managed to fuck up. " I'm sorry Mommy. I'm sorry. I promise I won't do it again" I pleaded as I immediately jumped up and started taking my clothes off. Shirt first followed by my sweats. I knew once she had seen that I didn't wear boxers today that I was getting punished. I cowered away as she walked toward me. I could feel my cock twitch and start to harden. The black and pastel purple lace outfit that curved around her perfectly was my favorite. I could see hear laugh as she glanced at my cock. I was fucked. Chey's pov I laughed as you stripped and tried pleading for forgiveness. Like that was ever gonna get you anywhere. "Shut the fuck up. I don't wanna hear your bullshit apology. This is the second fucking time this week goddammit. You try to act like you're so good for Mommy but Mommy is fucking done with your shit you little brat. On your knees" I could see he was a little taken back for a moment and didn't process that he was given a direct order. His cock was standing at full attention now and it was absolutely adorable. "ON YOUR KNEES NOW OR ARE YOU TOO FUCKING STUPID TO UNDERSTAND SIMPLE COMMANDS" I stepped towards him, grabbing him by the hair and yanking him to his knees. As he is much larger than me, he knew when to comply considering I physically could not make him do anything he didn't want to. I gently took his glasses out from in front of his beautiful grey eyes, knowing that if I hit him with them on it would hurt more than intended. I sat them on the table next to me before slapping him across his face. "AND WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU NOT WEARING BOXERS WITH SWEATS. IAN YOU GO TO A PUBLIC SCHOOL. YOU ARE AROUND GIRLS. TELL ME WHY YOU THINK ITS A SMART IDEA TO LET EVERYONE SEE YOUR FUCKING COCK? OH WAIT YOU'LL SHOW ANYONE WHO ASKS ANYWAYS" I hit him repeatedly until his face began to bruise. I squatted down to his eye level. Gently I took his chin in my hand and make him look at me. "You know Mommy didn't wanna have to punish you today baby" I spoke softly, not wanting to scare him anymore than I already have. He was always such a good boy and I know he's been stressed lately. I sat down and crossed my legs, motioning for him to do it with me. Caressing the side of his face I leaned in and lightly pressed little kisses all over where I had hit him. "Baby you know Mommy loves you with all her heart. I'm sorry I'm so harsh on you. I know you're stressed with everything that's going on and Mommy can't be home as much as she wants anymore. I have tomorrow off. You don't have to go to school. You can have Mommy all to yourself." I kissed his lips ever so softly and wiped the tears from under his eyes. Ian's pov I cried every time she got mad at me. I just wanted to cuddle into her chest and suck on her big beautiful breasts while she jerked me off. She could see my leaking cock but what she didn't realize is that I could smell how wet she was. It was intoxicating. I wanted to taste her so bad. I was thinking about everything I wanted to to to her when her hand came in contact with the side of my face. All of the drool that was sitting in my mouth was now sprayed all over the side of my sheet. I cried harder. I was a good boy for her..most of the time. I tried my best. She gets harsh when she's stressed and I know she's been saving up money to give me. I found it when I was snooping through her stuff but I would really get my ass kicked if she found out I was doing that. Rule # 7: don't snoop through mommy's stuff. With every slap that hit the left side of my face I could feel myself getting harder. It was pathetic. She started tearing up and apologizing. She only did this when she knew she was being too harsh. I did grabby hands when she pulled away from kissing me. "Mama.. c-can I suck on your chest?" I stuttered out. She motioned for me to come towards her. Letting me slip off her bra, she pulled me towards her. My leaking, throbbing cock was now laying on her inner thigh. I massaged and sucked on her soft boobs. By the way she tensed up when I touched her, I could tell they were sore. She let out small whimpers and began to play with my hair, making my cock twitch and throb more. She put one finger on my chin, making me look her in the eye. "When was the last time you came baby?" She asked. I gulped and thought for a second. It had been weeks and I was so sexually frustrated that I couldn't even wear anything the than sweats because the friction from the material made me almost cum in my pants. "About two weeks, Mommy...Please help I need to I can't take it any more. It's so sensitive. " I cried out praying that she would be forgiving. Rule # 3: no cumming without mommy's permission Chey's pov I could see my little baby struggling. I could hear the need in his voice as he begged me to help him. I knew it had been a while since I made him cum. I had been working so much it all just sucked. I needed to take some time off for him. I began to stroke his cock. Soon my hand became soaked with precum. It was obvious that he hadn't came in a while. You could tell by the way he involuntarily thrusted into my fist, the way his precum shot out of his tip, how he moaned for more. You could see how swollen his balls were. I leaned my head down and began to suck on them. Rubbing my thumb over his slit, making him almost scream. I licked and kissed up his shaft. Nibbling a bit, I put my tongue in his dickhole just as he liked before I took the tip of his cock in my mouth. Ian's pov "Oh fuck Mommy agh" I screamed out. Blushing like crazy and thrusting upwards against my will. She knew exactly what I liked. I trust myself into her throat as soon as she wrapped her pretty little lips around my cock. Grabbing her by the back of the head and forcing her little mouth open until all eight inches of me was in her and she was licking my balls. She drove me crazy but god did I love her. She was grinding her tiny wet little kitten on my leg. I could feel her little cunt dripping all over me, even through her panties. She was moaning and gagging around my cock. I pulled her head away so she didn't throw up on me. As much as I liked it, she was the one punishing me, not the other way around. She continued to hump my leg, I could feel her little clit throbbing. You could see she was close by the way she was shaking. "Mommy ride me please. We're both so close. I'll be a good boy, please I wanna bury myself in your dripping little kitty" I pulled her towards me, gently slipping off her panties off. She had kicked her heals off earlier, leaving her in just fishnet stockings. "Come here" I spoke softly and lightly sat her on my thick cock. She winced at how it stretched her little pussy but automatically began to bounce on me. Attaching her lips to my neck she covered me in hickeys. She put her hands back on my thighs, tilting her head back and moaning in complete euphoric pleasure. It was captivatingly beautiful. She pulled herself back to me, as she was shaking too hard to hold herself up any longer. I held her to my chest and thrust up into her. Pounding her g-spot as she dug her nails into my back, making me bleed. "Come on Mommy" I said softly as I caressed her hair "you can cum. Please cum on my cock Mommy" I could feel my orgasm sneaking up on me. She screamed out and drug her nails downwards, as her walls clenched around my cock. I lifted her off of me as she squirted all over my lower stomach and cock. As she went to pull away, I grabbed her by the throat. "Aww bitch you think you're done? How cute" I yanked her by the hair, nearly breaking her neck. "Spit in my hand slut" I barked and pulled her hair harder. She shook her head and whimpered. I cut off her breathing and made her look me in the eyes. "Whore you might wanna spit before I break this pretty little neck of yours" I whispered with a maniacal smile on my face. Slowly she spit in my palm. "Good little slut" I removed my hand from her neck and pulled her to a standing position. Making her look me in the eyes, I laughed and slapped her so hard with her own spit, she hit the adjacent wall. She crumpled into a ball at the base of it. I picked her off the ground solely by her hair. "How does it feel? Huh bitch? How does it feel to get knocked around by the person who "loves you more than anything"? You might be "Mommy" but I'm bigger." I slammed her head off of my knee until I felt blood drip from it. Laughing again, I violently shoved my length back into her as she went limp. "Agh fuck take that cock, take it" I growled, pounding away at her little kitten, as I held her by the throat and listened to the little whimpers she made. Soon I released my load into her fertile pussy, and continued to rape it deeper inside her until I got tired of her crying "Too much" She mumbled. "Bitch if you can still make noise it's not too much" Throwing her to the bed, I shoved my thick cock in her ass without lube. I hit her so hard on the back when she cried out that I knocked the wind out of her. I fucked her little ass until it bled and I wasn't sure if she was even alive anymore. Then again, in the moment I didn't care if she was or not. i came three more times in her until she no longer interested me. I walked out for a moment to clean myself off and pull some shorts on. Walking back to her just to rip her from the bed, pulling out a hand full of hair as she fell. You could see the tears streaming down as she tried to protect her face. I kicked her as hard as I could, earning a satisfying crack from her ribs. I bashed her already bleeding head off the corner of my nightstand. "Who's in control now? Huh "mommy"?" I taunted. I gagged her with my fingers. "Stop fucking crying. By the way your making a mess all over your thighs you enjoy this." I kneed her in the cunt and made her throw up on my hand before smearing it over her face. Looking in her eyes I could see the fear and innocence. It was cute but it could only mean one thing. Little space. Pulling her to my chest, I leaned her head into the crease if my neck. "You're okay, baby girl. Dada got you. Just breathe" I cooed and kissed her temple. Slowly rubbing her thighs that were definitely gonna bruise from me pounding her. "Love, let me sit you down. I can run a bath for us" she whined and clung to me as I stood, laying my darling on my bed. I covered her shaking figure with a hoodie that smelled like me. I walked out to the bathroom. Running a bath I put a few bubbles and spearmint essential oils in, just the way she likes it. I walked back into the room, stopping at the door way to observe at how tiny she looks. It was beautiful. She was covered in wounds and bruises. I could see her little kitten peaking out from under my hoodie. Cum and blood was leaking out of her. I had ruined her. As I walked over to her and wiped some of my cum off of her onto my finger before using it as lube to finger her ass with. She moaned and trust herself back onto my fingers. "Still such a slut for Daddy. Come on baby girl. We're gonna get you all cleaned up. Come here" I sucked my fingers clean before picking her up and carrying her to the bath. "I-I'm sorry for hitting you. I'm so sorry, Daddy " she cried as she lightly touched the bruises she left on my face. "Don't worry about it dork" I laughed "I'm use to it. A little bruising isn't gonna phase me" I kissed her tiny lips. "I might be covered in bruises but your tiny little fists can't do shit." I kissed her knuckles and pulled off her stockings before settling into the bath with her. I took a sponge and lightly began to scrub her left side. As I went to clean her princess part up, she got all shy, trying to hide her face in my chest. "Come on baby girl, I need to clean you up. Be good, let Dada do this he'll be quick." That's the thing. She was mommy a lot but I did cherish the times when she was a little. Times like these when I could take care of her. "Aww good girl" I whispered in her ear as she opened her legs for me. "Good girl. I love you" I praised. " I love you too" she mumbled. She was exhausted. You could see it written all over her. I kissed over her small frame. Washing her as I went along. "Close your eyes. We don't want soap in them" as she closed her pretty black orbs, I quickly washed the blood and vomit from her face and hair. "All done my little baby" She whined and grabbed for me as I got out. I wrapped a towel around my hips before wrapping her up in her own and carrying her bridal style back to her room. "I love you baby girl" I kissed her little lips. "Lets get you to sleep" Dropping the towels from both of us, I laid us down to sleep. "I love you too Dada. With all my heart" she whispered before passing out.