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tsarisfanfiction · 4 years ago

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Small Things

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Family/Hurt/Comfort Characters: Scott, Gordon, Virgil

More self indulgent Scott&Gordon fluff because I can and because this scene’s been living in my head rent-free for the past week or so. Might be the last thing I write for a while, because uni’s just decided to let me know I need to do 390 hours of independent study for a single module with the deadline in eight weeks, and if you’re any good at maths you’ll realise there’s a problem there (alternatively, stress might drive me to writing loads like January; we’ll see). There are implications of some level of depression in here, so watch out for that.

When an injury leaves Scott unable to do even the most simple things for himself and accordingly frustrated, it takes a brother who understands what it’s like to halt the slippery slope.

Scott was no stranger to injuries, or the frustration of the recovery period. He’d broken bones, torn open skin, and endured worse still, but that never made it easier – and definitely not this time. This time, he was arguably mostly intact, and yet found himself helpless nonetheless.

Burnt palms – both of them, and fingers to boot – meant he couldn’t do even the simplest of tasks by himself. Couldn’t dress himself, couldn’t eat, couldn’t do anything except wait for them to heal as he watched his brothers keep going out on rescues without him.

His family did what they could, Virgil in particular weathering the storm of his frustrations when they spilled over, but no matter how many little gadgets Brains designed to try and give him at least some independence, the fact still remained that he was useless and helpless.

Virgil was conked out on the couch, dead to the world despite his attempts to stave off exhaustion with caffeine in order to keep Scott company as he watched yet another movie – the only activity he seemed to be able to do without help. He’d wake up later, apologetic for passing out as though he hadn’t been on back-to-back rescues with any downtime swallowed up by fussing over his currently-helpless big brother, but for the moment, Scott was more than happy to let him sleep.

Not only did he need it, but the constant smothering was wearing thin. Scott was active, self-reliant and tireless. Even the most well-meaning assistance from Virgil – the one that helped him dress, cut his food, and all the other mundane tasks suddenly beyond his capabilities – was grating. He’d already snapped at him a few times, the most recent of which had been in response to a suggestion he did his hair, moments before John had called in another rescue and Virgil had had to leave before Scott could swallow down the ire, leaving him wallowing in guilt for several hours until he’d returned, dirty and exhausted but still patiently trying to help.

It was an honest relief to see his brother sleeping, even if it left Scott balled up on his own couch, trying to ignore the bandages wrapped around his hands and focus on the movie. He was failing miserably, all too aware that the healing process was still in the early stages and that it would be several more days before he could even think of using his hands. Even with the regularly-applied gel, they still hurt.

The movie was, in theory, one of his favourites. Virgil’s choice, after he’d huffed when asked if he wanted to choose. Right then, he just wanted to turn it off and-

The holoprojection paused, right in the middle of one of his normally-favourite scenes, and he blinked. That hadn’t been his doing. Despite Brains’ best efforts, telekinesis was still eluding him.

“Hey, Scott.” He turned his head to see Gordon jump down into the den. “Reckon you can do something for me?”

Scott held up his hands, in case Gordon had somehow forgotten. “No. Get Alan to help you with whatever it is.”

“Gotta be you, bro,” Gordon insisted, catching his wrists and tugging insistently. “You don’t need your hands for this.”

Despite himself, Scott found that he was intrigued. The promise of being able to do something was a powerful allure. “What is it?”

“C’mon,” Gordon insisted in leu of answering, and warning bells rang even as his younger brother successfully pulled him to his feet. Agreeing to help before hearing the details was always a no with this particular brother. His appetite for pranks was insatiable, and sometimes his timing left something to be desired. Scott couldn’t handle a prank. Not right now.

“Gordon, what are you doing?”

“Trust me,” his brother replied. Two words that often came with warning bells. Scott knew Gordon, though. Knew when trust me meant imminent pranking and warned that he should be running, and when he could genuinely trust whatever plan his brother had concocted. This was the latter, full sincerity with a hint of a plea behind it.

Trust was important in their family. It had to be, for International Rescue to work. Gordon knew that as well as any of them, and when he used that voice, it was always true. Whatever he had planned, he believed it wouldn’t negatively impact Scott.

He sighed, and let his shoulders sag, feeling the tension start to seep away. “Where are we going?”

Gordon’s hand was steady at the small of his back, guiding him gently through the house. Towards the bedrooms, and Scott stumbled to a halt when Gordon stopped outside his room. Of all the places he expected, his own bedroom was near the bottom of the list. “Gordon?”

“Come on, bro,” Gordon coaxed, opening the door and nudging him through it. Scott let him, still confused, and found himself guided to his bed. “Sit.”

Eyeing his brother, and still completely lost as to what he was planning, Scott obeyed. His bandaged, useless, hands rested in his lap, and he glared down at them before glancing back up to see that Gordon had left his side and was rummaging around in his bathroom.

“Hey!” What was he doing?

“Easy, Scott,” Gordon called back, turning around and returning. In his hands were Scott’s comb and hair gel, two items that hadn’t seen the light of day since his hands got burnt so badly they couldn’t hold either.

Scott didn’t appreciate the reminder that, despite Virgil’s pleading, his hair was a sorry mess.

“What are you doing with those?” he demanded, starting to stand. A hand on his shoulder stopped him, and he found himself looking up into compassionate amber eyes. Gordon gave him a small smile, barely a twitch of his lips but in that moment, it hit harder than his usual exaggerated expressions.

“Relax,” he said, clambering onto the bed and settling somewhere behind Scott. Attempts to turn his head were prevented by gentle hands, keeping him facing forwards. “I’ve got you.”

Scott’s mind was scrambling to work out what his brother had planned, and how this came into him doing anything for Gordon, but before he could finish putting the facts together there were gentle fingers in his hair, carding through softly and pulling wayward strands back from his face.

His immediate instinct was to pull away – he let his brothers do a lot, but his hair had always been off-limits, in no small part because it was an obvious target for Gordon and dye, but also just because it was. Even now, he’d refused to let Virgil touch it.

“Gordon-” he started, and the fingers retreated, only for arms to wrap around his shoulders from behind. Soft, comforting, and a far cry from the crushing squid hugs his water-loving brother loved to dish out. A weight against his back, and then a cheek pressed against his. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw strawberry blond hair, and amber eyes looking at him.

“Let me do this?” his brother asked, in that exact same tone he’d used earlier for trust me. Sincere, but a little pleading.

“Why?” His voice cracked, an unexpected show of weakness, and he flinched. Gordon didn’t acknowledge it, seemingly content to let him pretend it didn’t happen.

“I think it’ll help,” he murmured instead. “Please?”

Help who?

Scott didn’t see how letting Gordon do his hair would help anyone. It wouldn’t heal the burns any faster, wouldn’t give him back his independence any sooner.

But he’d never been able to say no to a brother when they asked like that, all quiet and sincere.

“Don’t mess it up,” he caved, looking away. He felt Gordon’s smile against his cheek anyway.

“Thanks, Scott.”

The arms retracted slowly, the cheek also leaving his, and he felt the mattress dip as Gordon shuffled back into position behind him.

Then the fingers were back in his hair, teasing out the tangles and knots that had formed with infinite patience and care. The motions were soothing in their repetitiveness, Gordon’s fingers dexterous and nimble as they preened out the worst of the mess, and despite himself Scott felt a little more tension bleed away.

Fingertips found his scalp and dragged across lightly, almost a massage, for a few brief moments, before retreating entirely.

Then it was the teeth of his comb, running through strands slowly but steadily and pausing whenever they nudged a tangle Gordon’s fingers hadn’t completely erased. Those, the comb bit into lightly, coaxing and cajoling the strands and never once tugging at his scalp.

Scott had no idea where Gordon had learnt to be so gentle with hair.

There was no mirror in view from where he was sat, but Scott didn’t need one to feel the weight of his hair slowly shifting, leaving its unkempt and chaotic tragedy and falling into the familiar style he favoured. Without gel, the strands at the front attempted to flop forwards, over his forehead, and he resisted the instinct to swipe them back.

His hands wouldn’t thank him, and the hair would inevitably get tangled in the bandages, but what actually stopped him was the sensation of Gordon interchanging comb with fingers as he continued to smooth the hair back until it fell just right. Gordon had asked to do this, and despite his initial misgivings, Scott found he was enjoying it. No-one had done his hair for him since he was a kid, Mom fussing and asserting her right as his mother to do so. Not like this.

Distracted by sudden memories, he missed the moment the comb left his hair for good, and startled slightly when the cool sensation of gel seeped through his hair. Gordon had returned to using his fingers, smoothing his hair into position with a precision no doubt born of seeing it so many times, and Scott closed his eyes.

The touches steadily grew lighter, lingering for longer and ghosting over what were presumably stray strands that needed a little more gel to keep in place, until they left all together.

He opened his eyes as the mattress shifted, turning his head to see Gordon slipping off the bed, rubbing his hands with a towel to get the gel off his fingers. Amber eyes surveyed his hair sharply, before Gordon gave another small, tender smile.

“Come on, bro.” Hands cradled his wrists, carefully away from the bandages, and drew him to his feet. “Now you get to judge my work.”

Scott let Gordon lead him to his bathroom, where the mirror hung above the sink. It was something he’d avoided looking at for the past few days, aware of his deteriorating hair yet unable to fix it and unwilling to let anyone else until Gordon wormed his way in with softly pleading sincerity, but a light nudge over the threshold had him reluctantly facing his reflection.

He looked like himself.

There were still bags under his eyes from the sleepless nights, and his skin was still pale and a little haunted, but his hair was gelled back just the way he liked it – the way he laboured over it every day even when he forwent other aspects of self-care because he didn’t have time – and while it was only one thing, it was enough to banish the unkempt shadow he’d become and replace it with something blessedly familiar. Blessedly normal.

Unconsciously, his back straightened, leaving him standing tall once again.

Gordon’s reflection joined his, standing alongside him as a hand rested on his shoulder.

“Any better?” his brother asked, worry in his eyes. Scott tore himself away from his reflection to look down at the flesh-and-blood young man next to him.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “Gords- what-?”

“When everything goes to hell, it’s the small things that make the difference,” Gordon said. The reminder was bittersweet – Gordon, too, had once been unable to do even the most basic of tasks unaided. “It helped me. I thought it was worth a try for you.”

A sense of normality amongst an ocean of uncertainty. Something to hold onto when he had nothing else.

Scott raised his arm, resting it lightly around Gordon’s shoulders.

“Thank you,” he murmured, looking back at the mirror where the man that looked much more like himself stood, arm around his little brother. In hindsight, it was obvious; a lack of self-care was a slippery slope – one he’d seen Gordon fight before.

“I know you’d rather do it yourself,” Gordon continued. “But remember, we’re here to help you.” The hand on his shoulder squeezed for a brief moment. “You just have to let us.”

Gordon looked relieved, Scott realised. He hadn’t noticed how worried his younger brother had been until it was gone, but the story was there, behind smiling eyes and a steadily growing grin on his face.

“Thanks,” he said again. There was nothing else he could say. Nothing that properly appreciated what his brother had done for him. Was offering to keep doing, if Scott was reading him right.

He was usually pretty accurate when it came to reading his brothers.

“Could-” he started, mouth ahead of his brain. “Could you-” He couldn’t quite get the words out, instincts still rebelling against asking for help – asking for this – despite it being freely offered.

“Keep doing it for you until you can do it yourself again?” Luckily – in this particular instance – Gordon could read him, too. Scott nodded jerkily. “Of course.”

The hand on his shoulder moved, arm reaching around him until Gordon had him in a half-embrace.

“Welcome back, big bro.”

If Virgil had any thoughts about Scott letting Gordon help when he’d been refused at every offer, he kept them firmly to himself when he was woken by the pair of them returning to finish the movie. Scott did, however, find himself subject to a bear hug, and relieved brown eyes looking him over.

In hindsight, it was obvious Virgil had seen what was happening all along, and Scott regretted getting snappy with him about it. Virgil waved off his apologies, but did consent to go and get some proper sleep in his bed as long as Gordon promised not to leave him alone while he did.

The insinuation that he needed a minder should have grated. Would have grated, half an hour before, when he was still a miserable mess curled up in the corner of a couch. But as Gordon promised, solemn sincerity that Virgil could trust, and settled more comfortably on the couch with his arm around his shoulders, Scott just found himself thankful for how much his brothers cared.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #tsari writes fanfiction #scott tracy #gordon tracy #virgil tracy #thunderfluff #thunderangst #small things

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confused-android · 4 years ago

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Day 5 - Farah, AU

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The hours between 3:00am and 5:00am are Farah's favorite time of day. No one else is awake, no one else is around, and it feels like the whole world is hers. This is when she cleans her apartment, does her grocery shopping at the 24-hour Safeway, scrolls Instagram. This is when she lets herself daydream about owning a dog, or having a girlfriend, or living somewhere other than Seattle.

Last call at Wendimoor is 2:00am, but there's always some group that lingers over their last drinks longer than is reasonable. Even if the bartender, Todd, tells her she can go home once they stop letting people in, she's seen too many assholes try and argue with him about getting "just one more beer" to leave him alone without some muscle. He's a scrappy guy, but he's tiny, and alcohol makes people brave and stupid. So she stays as the patrons filter out and more nights than not, helps him stack chairs on tables and put away sound equipment.

Her first client of the morning at Blackwing isn't until 5:30am – even the weight lifting bros don't want to wake up earlier than that to get in a work-out before they head to the office. She clocks in at 5:00 and goes through a thorough warm-up while the senior citizens shuffle in to do laps at the pool, and feels centered and present in her body by the time her earliest client is ready to go.

Farah likes working at Blackwing – it's got some bullshit policies, and the same nepotism all independent gyms have, but she gets to pick her clients, they trust her to design a good workout, and she gets to lead a self-defense class twice a week for non-men. She feels competent and badass, and loves celebrating her clients' wins. She also enjoys kicking her co-worker's ass.

"Come on," Friedkin whines, staggering back and gingerly touching the pads of his fingers to his lower lip. They come away red. "What the hell was that?"

"That was a reminder to wear a mouth guard," Farah says, bouncing on her toes and shaking out one hand. The students watching grin and murmur among themselves and – she hopes – notes how she darted between his upraised arms to land that punch.

"It looks stupid," he gripes, and she shrugs, grinning brilliantly.

"Then I'll give you another fat lip on Tuesday morning."

"You tell him, Ms. Black!" crows a student, and the class laughs appreciatively.

After she finishes at Blackwing, she takes two buses back to her apartment, and then she's alone again. She lives in a crisp, modern, one-bedroom that her friend Hobbs calls "minimalistic" and Tina calls "boring". They come over on the odd Monday night, her only night off of the week, and drink her beer, enjoy her television, make her feel cared about.

Tina is…

Farah blushes, just thinking about her.

Tina is wonderful. She'd hired Farah four years ago as a personal trainer, when she was trying to qualify for her physical exams. She'd stuck around since, just because she likes Farah. And Farah can't believe that sometimes, thinks that she's too anxious and regimented and a stickler for rules for someone as free spirited and genuine and emotional as Tina to like her. But against all odds, Tina keeps sending her snap chats, coming over with a pizza, showing up at the gym when she can handle rolling out of bed before 11. Farah isn't sure what she did to deserve Tina's friendship, but she hopes to keep doing it.

(Secretly, Farah would like to find out what she needs to do to deserve Tina as a girlfriend, but doesn't yet have the guts to wonder it outside of the dead of night. Less-secretly, Tina and Hobbs have a bet going as to when Farah will woman up and ask Tina out.)

And then Farah sleeps. She sleeps while everyone else is at work and in meetings, doing the grocery shopping and taking to friends. She sleeps soundly but lightly, with a baseball bat and a taser by her night stand, and she dreams of time machines and detective work.

After she wakes up and showers, Farah eats breakfast, showers, and heads right back to Wendimoor. It's a bus and a seven block walk, and by the time she's at work, she's fully awake and warm, ready to work.

Wendimoor isn't the rowdiest of bars – she doesn't break up fights every nights – but she has her work cut out for her with drunk university students, bachelorette parties, and the occasional homophobe that wanders in. Somehow, the pastel pink sign and pride flag aren't quite enough to do it for some people, so Farah makes sure to do it for them.

"Incoming," growls Bart, and shoves a bowl of wings down to bar to Mona, who effortlessly scoops them up on her way to a high top.

"Good evening, darling," Dirk says fondly, and pecks Farah on the check before she can shove him away. She frowns to avoid smiling, and Bart laughs at her like a knife in a garbage disposal.

She'd never expected "bouncer at a queer bar" to end up at the top of her list of career options, but she's shockingly happy here. She's good at what she does – in four years at Wendimoor, she's only needed to take herself to the ER twice – and she likes all of her coworkers. Todd is an asshole, but he's honest and helpful, once you badger him into caring about you. Dirk flits between hostess and MC, manager and layabout, shaking hands and kissing cheeks and comping appetizers. Chaos follows behind him, but so do smiles and solved problems, so it all seems to even out. Mona is weird, but she's never delivered food to the wrong table, and she fits in surprisingly well with every kind of customer. Bart is as likely to throw a knife at someone who walks into her kitchen as she is to actually hand over a plate of food, and they let her deal with complaining customers herself.

And Farah? Farah fits in here, weirdly. Or maybe, she's weird enough that she fits in, and it's just right. The regulars know her. She's not good at small talk, but they like her anyway, and they like how protective she is of them. And she is. Lydia and Amanda, Vogel and Cross and Gripps and Martin, even baby-faced Francis, his friends Panto and Silas… She's fierce for them, fierce for her staff, and she'll protect them.

That's what she does.

She protects.

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Link to: day one, Farah - Youth day two, Farah - Dance day three, Farah - Gore day four, Farah - GNC fashion

prompt list

#dghda #dirk gently #dirk gently's holistic detective agency #Farah black #DGHDAtober #au #y'all farah is just so badass and i love her so much

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blackfemmecharacterdependency · 4 years ago

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Share a Lair 08 || Share Our Talents

The two of them had been at each other’s necks all day, a little more than usual. On the one hand, Max generally seemed to be playing around with Henry or at the very least, unaware of how much he was bothering him. But, he definitely had to be purposely upsetting him today. Charlotte… didn’t want to get involved. In general, she was a peacemaker, and specifically, she was their peacemaker. But… This was supposed to be a fun weekend!

She had been having a blast with Oyster, who wanted her to try to do his hair like hers. “Your hair isn’t the right texture for this style.”

“Can you do it to Angus?” He wondered. Angus’ afro was 3c, maybe 4a, so close enough to her curl pattern where she might.

“What makes you think that Angus wants this hairstyle, Oyster?” Charlotte asked.

“I’ll take it,” Angus said, laughing. Charlotte then proceeded to make rows of braids on the sides of Angus’ head, pulling up into a fro hawk, as he played videogames.

On the other side of the room, Henry glared at Max and Ray came up with a plan, “Look at that! Look at that!” He said.

“What?” Henry and Jasper wondered.

“Charlotte and the puffy haired kid. They’re hitting it off, right?” He asked. “What if… he asked her out on a date?”

“She’d say no,” Henry said, at the same time Jasper said, “He’d get embarrassed in front of his friends.”

Ray rolled his eyes and said, “You kids no nothing. I’ve gotten rid of a TON of women by just pushing them off on somebody else and I’m sure that I can get Charlotte off of that kid you hate, the same way.”

“Charlotte’s NOTHING like anybody that you’d date,” Henry tried to point out to him.

Meanwhile Jasper said, “You can’t outsmart Charlotte, Dude.”

But Ray was on his way. He flopped down next to the two and made Charlotte mess up her current braid. She scoffed and looked at him. “So… This is cute,” he said and pointed between the two. Angus glanced at him, confused. “You two look… mighty cute together. Anything in common?”

“Max,” Angus said. This was Max’s girlfriend, as far as he could tell.

“Oh, that guy, yeah. I don’t see how either of you are friends with him, if I’m being honest, but you’re JUST friends, right Charlotte?” Ray asked. She laughed nervously while Angus got distracted from the game to look up at her reaction, messing up the same braid again.

“Yeah, yeah, we are,” She said, then told Angus, “Eyes front, Bro. I’m almost done.”Angus returned to the game, but Max had just won the match. He groaned, but this wasn’t Max’s girlfriend? That was… interesting… But, she definitely wouldn’t be interested in him though. She seemed really smart and stuff. He was some artsy dude who embarrassingly had once referred to himself as a living Drake song.

“Well, I think that you would be adorable together,” Ray said.

“You don’t know anything about this guy,” Charlotte told him.

“I know that he’s beautiful. His voice is very soothing. His hair is nice and full. He’s great at video games. He has fashion sense, I think… for your generation, I guess. You like fashion and video games, too.”

“I’m a musician!” Angus said, more to Charlotte than Ray.

“Charlotte LOVES music!” Ray said, giving him a playful punch in the arm. Charlotte squinted her eyes at Ray. What was he up to? “You know, she was in a band once?”

“I was too, with Max,” Angus said. “Now, I have my own. I make tracks, they’re kinda rock, kinda rap, but not like that metal rap stuff from your day. Good, honest rap and good honest rock. It’s a vibe, really.”

“My day?”Ray repeated. “I’m not that old…”

“So, there’s like an age gap between you and your partner?” Angus wondered.

“My partner?”

“He thinks you and Schwoz are together,” Charlotte presumed and clarified.

“WHAT?” Ray said and now, he was done speaking to this guy. He returned to Henry and Jasper and told them, “Not gonna work. Kid’s a complete moron.”

“You sure about that Mr. Schwartz?” Henry asked, laughing. But, they heard Angus ask Charlotte, “So… You’re… really single?”

She laughed and looked at him, “I don’t know how anybody finds the time not to be, to be honest. I’m single by choice. I have no idea why he’s trying to play matchmaker. He’s not good at it. He’s not good at most things…”

Angus got eliminated and sighed. Two losses for him, then. “Well, yeah… I can’t imagine what somebody like you would see in me,” he said.

She furrowed her eyebrows and said, “All done! We oughtta take selfies.”

Max was watching the whole time. He couldn’t hear the conversation, but he felt territorial, nonetheless. Technically, he knew that he probably shouldn’t be. Charlotte was very independent and wasn’t officially his, and even if she was, she was the type to value her freedom and love someone who could trust her to be around anybody else. But, not everybody else knew her like he did. He had paid a lot of attention and learned a lot of information. While Angus might be hitting it off with her or was happening right now, he had no idea that their little whatever was happening right now, he had no idea that their little superficial brief connection was cutting into Charlotte’s lunch time.

Soon, her blood sugar would be low, she’d be cranky and ready to snap at people, then be mad that she had to fix something to eat/that she had let herself get hangry.

Max left them to their laughter and such and went to fix her a sandwich, some fries, put a few cookies on the plate, and make some tea. He set everything down and went outside to grab some flowers, just to accent the tray. Whenever he got back inside, she was getting up from the couch with her grouchy face on…"Char!“ He called.

She looked up, and he could tell that she was about to brush him off because she needed to get something to eat, so he spoke quickly as he handed her the tray, “Made you lunch. I know that you’re approaching hangry hours.” She stared at the tray for a moment as he announced, “Grilled gouda BLT with arugula and spinach and honey mustard, fries, lemon white chocolate cookies and a chai latte… Your… brunch order, right? Whenever you call The Deli Royale? I just… hacked into their system for the recipe so I could make it for you at home for a fraction of the price… free to you!”

She looked up at him, and he could see in her eyes that he had won. She stepped closer and smiled, picking up a fry. “Wanna share?” she asked.

“Not really hungry, but might grab a few fries.” They sat at the island and chatted while she ate and touched him casually, numerous times. They were sitting close, knees touching and he leaned in to tell her stuff the entire lunch.

“So… Are you on truce with Henry right now?” She asked. “You two sure seemed out for blood earlier.”

He shrugged his shoulders, “He was out for my blood. I basically was just plucking him in the forehead. You know that if I ever actually wanted to come up against Henry, he’d be destroyed.”

“I appreciate you holding back for him,” she said with a little smile.

“I don’t do it for him.”

“You know, you’ve said that before to me, but you never expound. You do it, why? For the sake of being a hero? Because you’re bigger than that or something?” She wondered as she took a sip of her drink.

“I do it for you,” he said, as plainly as one might say ‘hello.’ She choked on her latte and he winced. She laughed at herself by the time she stopped choking and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to catch you off guard,” he said, blushing. “You all set to destroy these guys?” He asked.

“Yep!” She was about to take her dishes away, but he grabbed the tray from her, kissed her on the temple of her head, which she leaned deeper into, and he smiled against her skin and went to put the dishes away. Charlotte slowly slid off of the stool to go back to the others, unable to stop smiling about what had just happened. That was… not platonic, right? That was definitely not her imagination. Max had made her lunch, told her that she mattered and kissed her on the face. Sure, friends did stuff like that, but… This didn’t feel like that.

“Where’d you vanish to?” Oyster wondered when she showed up again.

“I was right there, at the island, having lunch,” she said and pointed to it. Max laughed from the kitchen… which was open to the living room. “Or, are you messing with me, Oyster. Because, I honestly can never tell if you’re actually confused or pulling my chain.”

“I actually have never joked about anything, ever in my life. I’m a very serious person,” he said. Charlotte sat down in between Oyster and Angus as Angus played against Henry. Max came to the couch and Oyster and Charlotte slid over so that he could be in between her and Angus.

Whenever Henry and Max played against each other, they were bickering again. Charlotte laughingly watched them, but the more that they played against each other, the uglier it got. “I mean, maybe I won’t beat you in this game, but I definitely think that there’s something that I have to be able to beat you at.”

“Whenever you think you’ve figured out what that is, let me know and I’ll be happy to prove you wrong,” Max retorted and stuck his tongue out.

“Invoking Best Friend Privilege for Charlotte to tell me Max’s weaknesses!” Henry declared, on the verge of losing the match.

Charlotte’s legs were draped across Max’s lap as she listed off on her fingers, “Well, I know for sure that you can’t defeat him in anything academically especially not math or science related, he’s a former tennis champ, master of pranks (Henry scoffed, but he knew that it was probably true. Max was smart. Smart goes a long way with pranks), his Hero Tracks shows that he’s got more hero credentials than you, he’s whupping you in video games…”

“I asked for weaknesses, not to add insult to injury while he decimates me!” Henry fussed at her.

“SORRY! I’m doing the process of elimination out loud!” She fussed right back. “For instance, we know that he can cook AND ALSO bake, he plays guitar, is good with animals and babies… OH! Can you draw?” She wondered. “Henry is pretty artistic. Remember that time you carved that pumpkin to look like Ray?” She asked Henry, excitedly hoping that she was helping, because Max had just beat Henry and Henry had fallen back onto the couch in exhausted defeat.

“I can draw. Remind me to show you some of my gadget designs and portraits,” Max said, coolly, then asked Henry, “Can I get you some ice, Hen?” He smiled as Henry slammed the controller into Schwoz’s hands.

“He’s not good at writing,” Oyster said. “Remember those songs you used to try to write?”

Max narrowed his eyes at him, but just as well, because Charlotte shook her head and said, “Henry sucks at writing. Jasper’s the writer of our group.”

Max’s head turned quickly towards her and he pointed a pinky at Jasper and asked, “That Jasper?”

“He’s the only one I know,” she said, defensively. Jasper lowkey worshiped Max. There was no need for him to start being ugly to him. “He could’ve helped you write a song, Mr. Extra Toe.” Max chuckled and handed off his controller to Wolfgang. Charlotte tilted her head, trying to think. “Oh! He’s good with flowers!” She cheered, excitedly.

“Once brought a plant back from the dead,” Max bragged.

“It became a room sized monster,” Nora reminded him.

“So, I made it EXTRA alive!” Max said. His sister rolled her eyes.

“I need to know that story,” Charlotte said. Max moved his mouth to begin, but she cut him off. “Not now, though. Jasper… I’m invoking Best Friend Privilege for you to remind me of Henry’s strengths as his best friend and soulmate.”

Henry frowned. He couldn’t BELIEVE that it was this hard for Charlotte to tell him something that he could be better than Max at. But, Jasper was READY to be tagged in. He yelled, “Dance Battle!”

Henry’s ears perked up, but when Max smirked, his shoulders sank. “Are you a dance champion too?”

“I mean… not a champion, but if you’ve seen me fight, you should know that I’m very fluid and agile… also I’ve danced for many years.”

“Didn’t you have a dance battle at a school dance one time?” Nora asked.

“Sure did. Dude got served. Then, I swerved on the girl that I battled for.”

Charlotte sat up more erect and asked, “It was for a girl?”

“Mostly for my pride. After she chose me, I realized it was really pitiful that I was willing to put all those moves into getting her to like me.” She nodded, but she looked bothered. “You… okay?” He asked.

“Sure.” She laughed. “Why wouldn’t I be?” Then, after Jasper yelling out random things, Charlotte finally said, “Brotherhood!” Max furrowed his eyebrows. “No offense, but whenever we met you, you sold your sister out and while that may have changed by now, your siblings are here way less than Piper is and Henry NEVER would have done anything to ever hurt, harm or shame Piper, all the years of her life, so… I’ll say that. And, it’s gonna have to be enough for Hen, because I have racked my brain.”

“Max has DEFINITELY done a lot of crappy things as a brother,” Nora said, nodding her head. She and Billy began to list off some stuff while Henry gave Charlotte a high five.

Max smiled and said, “Well, at least there’s that, Henry Hart.” Then, he began a slow applause that made Henry feel less excited about the small victory.

Charlotte placed a hand on Max’s and stopped him, giving him a look and mouthed the words, “For me?” Her eyes did the questioning. Would he stop bothering Henry right now , for her? He immediately stopped taunting Henry and intertwined his fingers with Charlotte’s.

“Anything,” he whispered.

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neshabeingchildish · 5 years ago

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Share Our Talents

Okay, this can be the last Video Game Tournament Weekend chapter. I’ve been stagnant for the past few weeks. Between being sick, broke, overworked, and depressed, I just had a hard time creating. Seeing the promo for Cave the Date helped, though. All up in my “Love on Charlotte” feels at the moment.

Share-a-Lair 8

She had been having a blast with Oyster, who wanted her to try to do his hair like hers. “Your hair isn’t the right texture for this style.”

“Can you do it to Angus?” He wondered. Angus’ afro was 3c, maybe 4a, so close enough to her curl pattern where she might.

“What makes you think that Angus wants this hairstyle, Oyster?” Charlotte asked.

“I’ll take it,” Angus said, laughing. Charlotte then proceeded to make rows of braids on the sides of Angus’ head, pulling up into a fro hawk, as he played videogames.

On the other side of the room, Henry glared at Max and Ray came up with a plan, “Look at that! Look at that!” He said.

“What?” Henry and Jasper wondered.

“Charlotte and the puffy haired kid. They’re hitting it off, right?” He asked. “What if… he asked her out on a date?”

“She’d say no,” Henry said, at the same time Jasper said, “He’d get embarrassed in front of his friends.”

“Charlotte’s NOTHING like anybody that you’d date,” Henry tried to point out to him.

Meanwhile Jasper said, “You can’t outsmart Charlotte, Dude.”

“Max,” Angus said. This was Max’s girlfriend, as far as he could tell.

“Well, I think that you would be adorable together,” Ray said.

“You don’t know anything about this guy,” Charlotte told him.

“I’m a musician!” Angus said, more to Charlotte than Ray.

“Charlotte LOVES music!” Ray said, giving him a playful punch in the arm. Charlotte squinted her eyes at Ray. What was he up to? “You know, she was in a band once?”

“My day?”Ray repeated. “I’m not that old…”

“So, there’s like an age gap between you and your partner?” Angus wondered.

“My partner?”

“He thinks you and Schwoz are together,” Charlotte presumed and clarified.

“WHAT?” Ray said and now, he was done speaking to this guy. He returned to Henry and Jasper and told them, “Not gonna work. Kid’s a complete moron.”

“You sure about that Mr. Schwartz?” Henry asked, laughing. But, they heard Angus ask Charlotte, “So… You’re… really single?”

Angus got eliminated and sighed. Two losses for him, then. “Well, yeah… I can’t imagine what somebody like you would see in me,” he said.

She furrowed her eyebrows and said, “All done! We oughtta take selfies.”

Soon, her blood sugar would be low, she'd be cranky and ready to snap at people, then be mad that she had to fix something to eat/that she had let herself get hangry.

She looked up at him, and he could see in her eyes that he had won. She stepped closer and smiled, picking up a fry. “Wanna share?” she asked.

“So… Are you on truce with Henry right now?” She asked. “You two sure seemed out for blood earlier.”

He shrugged his shoulders, “He was out for my blood. I basically was just plucking him in the forehead. You know that if I ever actually wanted to come up against Henry, he’d be destroyed.”

“I appreciate you holding back for him,” she said with a little smile.

“I don’t do it for him.”

“Where’d you vanish to?” Oyster wondered when she showed up again.

“Whenever you think you’ve figured out what that is, let me know and I’ll be happy to prove you wrong,” Max retorted and stuck his tongue out.

“Invoking Best Friend Privilege for Charlotte to tell me Max’s weaknesses!” Henry declared, on the verge of losing the match.

“I asked for weaknesses, not to add insult to injury while he decimates me!” Henry fussed at her.

“He’s not good at writing,” Oyster said. “Remember those songs you used to try to write?”

Max narrowed his eyes at him, but just as well, because Charlotte shook her head and said, “Henry sucks at writing. Jasper’s the writer of our group.”

Max’s head turned quickly towards her and he pointed a pinky at Jasper and asked, “That Jasper?”

“Once brought a plant back from the dead,” Max bragged.

“It became a room sized monster,” Nora reminded him.

“So, I made it EXTRA alive!” Max said. His sister rolled her eyes.

Henry’s ears perked up, but when Max smirked, his shoulders sank. “Are you a dance champion too?”

“I mean… not a champion, but if you’ve seen me fight, you should know that I’m very fluid and agile… also I’ve danced for many years.”

“Didn’t you have a dance battle at a school dance one time?” Nora asked.

“Sure did. Dude got served. Then, I swerved on the girl that I battled for.”

Charlotte sat up more erect and asked, “It was for a girl?”

“Max has DEFINITELY done a lot of crappy things as a brother,” Nora said, nodding her head. She and Billy began to list off some stuff while Henry gave Charlotte a high five.

Max smiled and said, “Well, at least there’s that, Henry Hart.” Then, he began a slow applause that made Henry feel less excited about the small victory.

“Anything,” he whispered.

#Share a Lair #henry danger #the thundermans #crossover #crossover fanfic #Nesha Crossover #Thundanger #Thunderbolt

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berfometalpha · 4 years ago

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Legacy of Eternity Chapter 5: Unravel the Mystery Part 2 - One step at a time

It was an early day for the young knight like any other but today was different as it was the first day that he a knight would walk the path of a civilian. Though his army had participated in many military operations the knights were eager to go back to the front lines but due to the awakening of one of the legendary angels that guard the dragon-wolf they had been suspended as the angels may have killed the young knight if not careful.

As he got his gear together the young knight made his way down to the living room to see Chimera was finished eating breakfast with Emilia Redridge.

Emilia Redridge or Emilia Swordtaker was a former of the Sword taker clan and had been exiled long before that for saving a baby dragon-kin and a village from the fury of their Father. She had long bright red hair that reached down to her waist, Red eyes, pinkish fair skin, and had a tattoo on her back of a broken blade meaning she was exiled from her clan.

She normally wears a white dress with a black lining and had several blood rose designs on the side of her top. She also wore a red and black belt cape with a pair of brown leather belts, with black and silver lined boots with black stockings.

Emilia is the current wife of Chimera Redridge only by name until further notice during the war for Ren’veil’s freedom she had a major role of providing key information of the defensive lines of the fort Mianola far north of the capital.

She openly helped Chimera and the Crusaegrums in the Northern conflicts and bringing them into the fold of the Free kingdoms. In exchange for her help all she asked was to serve Chimera but instead Chimera offered her to be his wife only by name until certain rights are approved.

“Big Bro, you heading out this early? Wont you have breakfast with us.” Chimera growled.

“Hmm I got time... sure... Miss Emilia good morning to you as well.” Kent bowed.

“Good morning as well mister Anthony... By the way Chimera I am heading to the Bastion Hope base I saw a job posting their for a sword instructor. I’ll be heading their to apply for the position.” Emilia said.

“I will be cheering for you Emi.” Chimera smiled.

“You do realize that I am the general and lord of the Strike Fleet and Bastion Hope is technically my base? So with one snap of my fingers you can get the position right away.” Kent said.

“Thank you for your kindness but Chira has already given me so much and I want to earn the right to stay with him.... If It’s okay Mister Anthony I would like to earn it rather than be given another gift.” Emilia said.

“Okay then... I will honor your request and at least you are a lot better than your former.” Kent added.

“I am no longer a part of that family what happens to them is up to them. I want to live my life as I see fit.” Emilia said with pride.

“I understand Miss Emilia... Still I raise a glass to you miss Emilia for becoming independent..” Kent said as he raised his mug.

“Here here brother here here.”Chimera said as he placed his hand over Emilia’s shoulder with pride.

After eating breakfast Kent left the Manner with Emilia since the young knight had some immediate business at Bastion hope. While Chimera had to settle somethings with the Farmers union in New Hope after that he will meet Emilia again in the base.

They passed through the local market when one of the merchants who first met the young knight in person called his attention and tossed a pair of apples to the two.

With a smile he thanked the merchant and will return later to his stall as they passed the central district Kent and Emilia parted ways for the mean time. He entered the Ayekawa estate though some of the guards are very suspicious of the young knight since during the battle for Ren’veil Kent was not that recognized by the Vai’len despite his stature as the knight lord of the Strike Fleet.

With a hefty knock on the door he waited patiently for someone to open the door just before he could knock again the door opened.“Hey quit knocking twice... already I heard you...” Aisha shouted with a surprised look on her face.

“I am sorry my Lady I will not knock twice next time.” Kent said with a smile.

Aisha’s face immediately turned red when she saw the young knight right at her door step. To her surprise the young knight was at her door step the young knight could openly see how she spends her early morning with her hair tied to the side and wearing nothing but a very alluring violet dress.

“Wait Kent why are you here?” Aisha asked.

“I Believe I owe you a date my lady... Was i not correct my Lady?” Kent said with curiosity.

Though flustered and a bit astonished thinking that the young knight heard her whisper despite being asleep. Kent was asked to wait at the living room while she got prepared Alisyha prepared tea and toasted bread for their esteemed guest and exchanged stories while they waited.

“Interesting so you and an entire fleet of about 2 million souls say that you only spent a day in this apocalypse? and many say that your fleet had been gone for almost 2 weeks?” Alisyha asked.

“Yes my Lady, Some marines and knights volunteered to stay behind to study the ship and see what we can learn from such a relic.” Kent explained.

“Truly magnificent child and you say that this ship is as big or even bigger than the New Dawn Moon?” Alisyha asked.

“Maybe even bigger we cannot say for certain but we shall leave it for a later time.” Kent replied and took a sip of tea.

“And you’re fleet was given a temporary suspension order to recuperate the fatigue that must have built up during such a journey... I must say that is a very interesting tale... You could become a story writer if you keep this up my dear?” Alisyha said with great joy.

“When my duty ends maybe I shall my Lady thank you for listening to my tale.”Kent bowed.

“It is a great pleasure of mine to hear stories tall or short, be it truth or not... It has always been a great passion of mine to hear the many tales of my people and others with a feathered pen you can wield a very powerful weapon my dear... ” Alisyha asked.

“Indeed I love how you described the Wind Runner who ended a thousand year conflict between two great kingdoms despite having nothing to start his life with...He had no obligation to stop the fight and yet he did the saddest truth about it all he simply sat at the cliffs edge and watched the last part of his life end in the embrace of the setting sun... It is a great inspiration to me and many of my men who had taken a liking to your books my Lady.” Kent replied.

“Thank you my dear...Their is an old saying... We can have a different start in life sure you can have a silver spoon or nothing at all. I love how people who didn't have anything but strive to get to where they are now...They are the real heroes of tomorrow and I am happy to stand with them now and forevermore.”Aliysha said to the young knight with a smile.

The two talked for a few minutes when Aisha went down the stairwell to greet the young knight formally now that she is dressed. Just before they left Alisyha gave her blessings to the two and with a smile and a kiss on the cheek to her daughter.

“Now go and have fun you two... and Aisha please... Bring me a grand child on your way home.” Aliysha winked as she closed the door.

“MOM!!!!” Aisha shouted in her embarrassment.

“““slight laugh”“ I believe Lady Alisyha only desires for your well being my Lady?’ Kent asked.

“Mom... she is... just...”“Sigh”“ come on Kent lets go...” Aisha said.

Though frustrated with her mother despite her intentions Alisyha is well in good terms with the young knight and simply jokes around every now and again. Kent sighed and gave her an encouraging head pat saying he will treat her to her favorite strawberry desert in town.

Her mood picked up as they reached the town square many of the Zerrohnian marines who are part of the suspension were out with their family and friends or discovering romance despite being a part of the greatest military in the Frontier space.

They made a quick stop at the local cafe called Due Rigovalto which is famous in the famous as it can make all sorts of sweets and pastries including but not limited to what you can usually find in a regular cafe. The cafe is also well known for its support for the beast folk despite the hate and discrimination before the war for the Free lands ended in the far north of the Core kingdoms.

They sat down at the table near the open view area of the Flower garden as one of the beast folk waiters who was a close friend of Aisha.

“Hey, hey Isha good morning to you... I can see you and a special boy-friend here early in the morning...” Kitia said with a smile.

“““blush”“Ugh... Kitia he is Kent Redridge... The Knight hero of two worlds.”Aisha said while flustered.

“Well look at you... Finally hooking up again after that ass boyfriend of yours cheated on you back in the day... But I am tots happy for you and your seemingly handsome friend here... Though a bit skinny... I think I got the perfect menu for you two.” Kitia happily said to Aisha.

“It would seem your lady friend is very happy for you.” Kent said.

“Yeah Kitia is my good friend back when I was still studying in school and I trust her and all but sometimes she can...” Aisha said when she facepalmed and pointed to the bar.

Kent looked at the bar and saw Aisha’s friend pull in the work of 5 people at once and at the same time talk with no point of stopping.

“I can see but friends are many but true friends are hard to come by my Lady.” Kent stated.

“Thanks Kent.” Aisha said as they held hands.

Katia brought to their table a strawberry mist sundae dew berries shaped as a heart with a pare of chocolate flavored straws. it was enough for the two of them though a bit early in the morning to have a sweet tooth but well worth it.

They indulged on a sweet treat meanwhile at the other side of the street a group of escentric people who barely made an effort to disguised themselves.

“And why am I dragged into this again?” Rex asked.

“Boss Cap, this is our one opportunity to confirm if whether Boss Man prefers Mage Lady or Priestess Lady!” Genji said as he hid behind a newspaper article.

“I have to agree with my bro here... The Boss Man has always taken a liking to Mage Lady even though she tries to be tough but she is actually a softy right Marky?” Clayton asked.

“Hey man I am just here for the bet and the tea here... But have you seen the things they call the General here... outrageous!” Marky stated as he put down the newspaper.

They were served coffee and biscuits when Lily and Willow disguised themselves as waitresses at the coffee shop on the other side of the street.

“I want to support Kent here but why did you have to drag me and Willow out here?” Lily asked.

“We need a sexy spy lady to help us not get spotted!” Genji replied as he drank some coffee.

“I have to agree I want to help Kent with his love affair since he saved my life twice now... and I am loving these maid outfits... They are so smooth and easy on the skin I hope I can keep it are they machine washable?” Willow asked.

“I think they are but I don’t think you can wash them in the laundry but more of hand washing it... and don’t use hot water it could ruin it too.” Lily added.

“How am I even dragged into this is beyond me... This is Kent’s private time for crying out loud!” Rex sighed.

“50 credits say that Boss man will get Lady Aisha.” Clayton added.

“Your on!” Rex replied.

Lily shook her head and facepalmed thinking how did they live through so many dangerous and down right suicidal military operation with a group of escentric people.

“Um guys where’s the boss?” Genji asked.

“Wait Marky I thought you guys were keeping an eye on them?!” Clayton asked.

“Their on the move south they already have a few blocks head start!” Marky replied.

“Which way?” Clayton asked.

“Um... that way... No wait... um damn this tracker... um we go... left!” Marky pointed.

“Okay, drop the mugs, trays and that apron Willow... Wait on second thought you two keep it on! we move now.” Rex ordered.

The team were about to leave when the priestess and a few of her sisters stopped them as she smiled at the captain.

“Rex, good day to you and where are you all going?” Arra asked.

“Lady Fullvrink... Um good day to you um we were just.” Rex said when Arra stopped him.

“Tisk tisk captain... You lot should be ashamed of yourselves... following Aisha and Kent on their date! Though I want to follow them but I will honor my best friend’s wishes and no one shall interrupt them!” Arra said as she snapped her fingers.

“Everyone book it! I mean scatter!!!”Rex shouted.

The team ran in separate directions Arra was displeased as she asked her sister guards to lead them away from the areas where the two will go on their date. Meanwhile the two exited the village through the northern entrance just as they passed the security check point the two made their way to the northern part of the flower gardens where the wild roses grow.

Walking through the park Aisha tried holding Kent’s hand despite how he looked his hand was warmer than it seemed.

They passed through several rose archways and made it to the grass fields where the children and their families come out to enjoy the fruits of the land.

Kent took off his jacket and offered it as a cushion for Aisha to sit on and simply relaxed the day away.

“Hey Kent.” Aisha said.

“Yes my Lady?” Kent asked.

“Thank you... I know that I said it before but... It’s for real this time.” Aisha said.

“No thanks is needed my Lady... I owe you and Lady Arra everything for welcoming my people and opening a future for all to bare.” Kent replied.

“Maybe but I can feel that that isn’t the case here is it?” Aisha asked.

“What do you mean my Lady?” Kent asked.

Aisha sighed and seemingly asked about the young knight if he had seen or came to Ren’veil long after the war of the Demon lord. The young knight simply smiled and said In a way my Lady for the past several years before the rebellion I had dreams of a world with two moons much like Ren’veil has two moons. I cannot make the visions clear but I feel like I was being called to this world as if a child crying for help.

“But you came none the less to our aide?” Aisha asked.

“I guess I cannot deny it anymore my lady... But Yes I was the one who came to your world alone so long ago... After I came to your world and aided your party in defeating that lesser demon... I had no recollection of what else had transpired.” Kent explained looking over the distance.

“Whatever the case maybe we all get a chance to see a brighter future... so again thank you.” Aisha sincerely said with a smile.

The young knight smiled as the wind gently blew upon his skin Aisha stood up for the first time in a long time was sincere with the young knight. She stood up and leaned up on the young knight inviting him to a game of tag getting a head start before him.

He laughed and chased after her meanwhile at the top of the northern wall of the village. The team managed to regroup after losing the Priest guard sisters somehow though exhausted they were very persistent.

“So how is it Clay?” Rex asked.

“I can barely see with this binoculars... Who has a better scope?” Clayton asked.

“Here take mine!” Marky said.

“Wait since when did you have the time to get your sniper rifle? and how did you get that from the Night Hawk Armory!” Clayton asked.

“I left it in my room and this is not my sniper rifle... It’s just the scope!” Marky stated.

“Um guys where’s Lily and Willow?” Rex asked.

“I think they said they will distract the sister priestess ladies for us... I think...” Genji said.

“Right... so we are on stakeout duty... Reminds me of my days as a policeman on shard...” Rex said while spying on the two.

“Wait I thought you were a mercenary?” Clayton asked.

“I was a Mercenary long ago then I join the Shard police force in Troah to help support my Family I was a Captain at the time with more record arrest than anyone in the precinct 69... Those were the good old days but its all in the past.” Rex explained.

“Oh wow... Damn if it means anything to you Boss Cap... It really is an honor to work alongside someone who is experienced in the enforcement of law and order.” Genji mentioned while handing him a bottle of water.

“It means a lot coming from a Promethian warrior...It’s all in the past now... So if you guys want to continue snooping I’ll go and keep a look out for the sisters.” Rex replied.

Rex got off the wall when Marky mentioned that their was a hint of sadness in the captain’s voice he and the sergeant realized that their captain hid something from them.

Some time later the two were spotted heading to sea city’s coast line view since it was recently built not many people have taken the liberty of checking the tourist attraction.

It has an underwater observation deck and even an enviro-dome observing the underwater life had been a dream for many Zerrohnians after the destruction of Requiem it had left a partial void in the hearts of the new generation.

Slowly but surely the children will learn of how to appreciate where one of the building blocks of life had come to pass.

“Wow this place is pretty!” Aisha said in astonishment.

“Yes it truly is.” Kent replied looking at Aisha.

“Kent I never knew that you can make a barrier of glass it truly is an engineering marvel... Eva would be so happy to see this!” Aisha stated as she looked onward the deep sea.

Their were even sea-folk who come to pass near the observation dome some Knights had fully adapted their bodies to the sea through natural evolution as a hybrid warrior species. The Zerrohnians take great pride in sharing with others their culture and take pride of learning new ones.

One of the younger sea folk code name mermaid-folk waved at the two the young knight waved back as a sign of respect. After their visit they went to the small house east of Sea city it was the silent shack since the young knight secretly built it during his spare time.

They sat down on the wooden bench and enjoyed the sunset to Aisha’s surprise the bench was well built with some wool cushions nailed in it was not luxurious but it was enough to set the mood.

“Today was a good day.” Aisha whispered as she rest her head on Kent’s shoulder.

“Indeed my Lady... Indeed...”Kent replied.

“Hey Kent... If this means were dating... Then officially you are ours right?” Aisha asked.

“I believe so... Wait... what do you mean by us?” Kent asked.

“Um You belong to me and my sis.” Aisha said.

She quickly explained the main reason why the priestesses are so few in number and are well protected by the mages of Ren’veil and the citizens of Ren’veil. Aisha also stated why she calls her sister by name since the two grew up together as childhood friends and had a sister like bond to one another.

She stated the main reason some families have 2 wives as one child represents the goddess Su-tharma the goddess of the Earth and fertility, the other represents the goddess of the Moon and stars Ishtarhka and the Priestesses of the Wolf Father Shadow the aspect of Justice and balance.

Kent was surprised to hear that he not only belongs to Aisha now but to Lady Arra as well. The young knight stood from his seat and knelt down before Aisha and held her hand. He looked deeply into her eyes with a gentle nod the young knight stood firmly and accepted this as a blessing.

“I am a knight of Ren’veil I had taken an oath to protect and honor your world’s rules, customs and traditions... I would be honored if you two shall have me for I am yours now and forevermore.” Kent asked.

“It’s kind of embarrassing if you put it like that Kent... But Yeah... I am the happiest girl on Lashurta right now.” Aisha said happily.

“Then so be it... I belong to both of you now and forever more...” Kent bowed.

The young knight as stated by Knight Wolf Champion Umbral Volka, a knight can take many roles in life as he or she serves the Maker and Faith herself. They have honored the bravery and sacrifice of the knights who had fought and bleed beside them during the 1st and 2nd war for creation.

As part of their great passage a Knight may have the option of falling in love and having a family to establish. But they must make their oath of honor and fidelity to their lover or in this case loved ones. Their oath must be made upon the open sky where the land, sea and stars are in view in honor to their deity Faith the goddess of balance and justice.

She stood up from her chair and asked the young knight to stand with her as she too made her oath to be true. The made their oaths that day of September 14, 4118 and sealed it with a kiss. The wind suddenly picked up and surrounded the two they could feel a gentle breeze wrap around their wrist. This was a great sign as Faith and the three gods recognized the oath to be true and gave their blessings upon them.

The Wolf Father recognized the oath of the young knight to the Mage daughter of Su-tharma the mark placed upon his left hand began to shine in recognition to said oath to Aisha.

Meanwhile at the temple of the Wolf Father when she felt a gentle wind caress her cheek and wrapped around her wrist. The oath of the three gods was made that day as her birth mark shined alerting the sisters of the entire temple.

“A suitor for Sister Arriandale had been found... SISTERS A SUITOR HAS BEEN FOUND!” One of the elder priestesses shouted.

“I believe I know who it might be...” Arra thought.

At the same time the Temple Idol of Faith on New Dawn where the knights and citizens come to pray on the last day of each week to give thanks to their deity. As the Knight Father was giving his usual sermon and praise to Faith. It was a rare sight to see the palms of the goddess’s statute to move as the Eternal knight her champion had taken his oath of loyalty to serve and protect the people of creation.

This caused a massive uproar in New Dawn as the Statue of Faith had began to shine greatly signalling great promise for the people of the Dragon-wolf. Not only in New Dawn was this great event seen each and every ship and household on New Dawn or the fleet that held an idol of Faith had shined meaning the new chapter of their people starts that day.

The two returned to New Hope village with a renewed vigor and a refreshed look on their faces ready to face tomorrow. They returned to the Redridge Manner quite late but it seemed like the Knights and police marines were in an uproar and their moral was at an all time high.

This was quite a great news when Kent asked Aisha to come in when his Parents and Aisha’s parents even including Arraiandale’s parents were present. Some looked confused others excited and others were simply out of words to say.

After a much needed explanation and several scoldings from Charlotte and praise from Alisyha.

“So Let me get this straight... What my son did was the oath of loyalty which is basically locks my son’s ability to date others than Miss Ayekawa and Miss Fullvrink correct!” Victor asked.

“Indeed, The oath of the three gods is to be made only when one is absolutely certain of the other party and yes it is basically a great oath to take when one wishes to be with another on Ren’veil.” Alisyha explained.

“I do not permit my Baby girl to be whisked off by another man!” Aliysha’s husband shouted.

Aliysha then pinched her husbands ear and asked themselves to be excused after a minute or two. They returned but her husband had several smack marks on his head.

“Now where were we? ah yes I approve of Kent as our daughter’s protector and lover! right dear?” Alisyha asked with a frightening voice.

“Yes... Dear...” Her husband cried.

“Well I don’t have any complaints... After what had happened to Arra with some hooligans who faked her mark... Regardless Mister Redridge, Miss Ayekawa... I beg for your pardon.” Arra’s Father pleaded.

“Father it’s okay... I am happy that it is Kent that I got paired with.” Arra said as she comforted her father.

“But this humble Farmer is...”“sniff”“ so proud of my humble daughter... Finding love!” Arra’s Father cried heavily.

“Mister Krosta It’s okay...” Alisyha said.

“Kent a word please in private?” Victor asked.

The two moved to the back yard of the manner he handed a drink as they finally had a serious talk.

“My son... Ever since you were born your mother and I had been very worried to all three of you... Ever since you were little you were the youngest to enter the training of the knights at the age of 3 and enact ability to stand up against a fully trained knight at the age of 5... Your brother had an unparalleled knowledge of politics and nature despite his power and being a dragon-human hybrid... While your baby sister is a psycher the strongest one in the history of the Dragon-wolf second only to Tallis... You three are our greatest treasures... Are you sure you are ready to handle such a burden?” Victor asked.

“Father... You told me a long time ago that Faith presents each living being with a mission and a challenge that we must overcome in order to be come stronger both physically and spiritually... I wish to care for them... I believe the emotion is called love... This yearning that my heart beats for battle in every aspect... I will not break this oath even if it kills me!” Kent vowed as he slammed his right hand over his heart.

“I know... Take this time to get to know them better since your fleet is suspended from military activity.” Victor said.

“Thank you Father... I know this isn’t Requiem I wish to see our original home world but I know it is gone now... But Ren’veil is our home now... and I plan to make a better tomorrow for everyone this I swear.” Kent said wit hpride.

“So it is my son... So it is....”Victor happily said.

“father if it is okay... may we go back inside it’s getting a bit cold.” Kent asked.

“Well said my son...” Victor replied.

They went back inside while the others had a chat about what to expect and what is to be expected between the three families.

In order to make the oath complete according to Aisha the young knight must repeat the oath in front of Arra. Kent mustered the courage to repeat the oath in front of the priestess the two were given some privacy as they performed the oath taking in front of the two moons at the second floor balcony.

“This is a bit embarrassing is it not?” Arra asked.

“I cannot see it my Lady...”Kent said as he held Arra’s hand.

“Kent... If you do this... Balance must be maintained between you... Aisha and myself...It would feel like you are engaged to us... Are you prepared for such a responsibility?” Arra asked.

“I am My Lady no matter the risk... Though I am no Hero.” Kent answered.

“Kent... you risked your life to save us but I am worried that I may not be worthy of such powerful love that you possess... Even if you say that you are not a hero... I can feel it in my heart... that you are one... But are you certain that you are willing to go the distance for us?” Arra asked with a gentle sadness in her voice.

“I am... I made my oath to both of you that day... I will never leave you... I will protect you both... On or off the battlefield.. I make my oath to you as well my Lady...I Kent Redridge present myself to you as your protector and lover... I am prepared to take the risks... i wager my life for you two... No matter the cost so long as I can stand with you two I am happy... Should my words utter a single lie I offer my life as the price for my insolence... I pray to the Wolf Father to bless our oath should I be worthy of you...” Kent said.

“KENT NO!” Arra shouted.

They were immediately taken into the astral realm or the forest of the Wolves the final resting place of the priestesses who fell in battle and awaiting rebirth with no memory of their past life.

The Sisters stood around them watching as the Wolf Father himself looked at Kent Arra stood in front of her Father to prevent the young knight from facing his fury. With a wave of his claws her astral form was forcefully sent back to the physical world.

She saw Kent’s body was frozen solid holding her hand Arra tried to go back to the forest of Wolves but she was blocked out. For the first time in her life she was at a loss to save him from the wrath of a god she had to force her way back.

Arra called out for help watching his body started to show wounds made claw, fang and blade. His veins started to scream out while the young knight battled in the Astral realm realizing that the trials of the Father is suicide she tried to stop the oath taking.

Many minutes later the mark on her body was sealed with a crown of roses she looked at the soul mark left by the blessing on Kent’s left palm as it also showed the same markings the trial was complete.

The young knight turned pale sweating endlessly as he tried to open his eyes when a scar appeared over his left eye. Though his injuries were severe yet not life threatening he tried to get his feet under him. Arra helped him on his feet as he looked at her the priestess cried knowing that facing the Wolf Father is suicide regardless as he is the aspect of Justice and balance on creation as she mentioned.

“KENT YOU SHOULD NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!” Arra cried while embracing him.

“I did not mean to worry you my Lady...”Kent coughed heavily.

Arra held him tightly as she heard the Wolf Father’s voice in her head He never ceases to amaze me child of mine... The two goddesses had seen his mettle and had chosen him to be a worthy suitor... Let him prove his worth to you... I am sure he will not falter...

Despite nearly killing the young knight the wolf Father despite his intentions to protect his daughters and ensure they end up with someone worthy of them.

The young knight excuse himself as he was tired and closed his eyes resting upon her shoulders. Though the day may had come to an end their was still much needed to be done.

The next morning after a long night Kent woke up in his room with little memory of what had transpired last night. He then tried to get off the bed when he felt something very soft he looked to his side to see Aisha was to his left and to his right was Arra sleeping next to him and barely with any clothing.

Instead of panicking he simply smiled and got off the bed silently and covered the two with the comforter since it’s still a bit cold in the morning. He then made his way down where the entire family to his surprise was present even Coralline who was always in her study on New Dawn.

he grabbed some food for the two before he returned to his room Charlotte put her tea cup down and smiled at her son.

Kent grabbed a cup of freshly squeezed juice and a piece of toasted bread he grabbed some food for the two before he returned to his room Charlotte put her tea cup down and smiled at her son.

“So my son... did you have a fun threesome last night?” Charlotte winked.

“““spat out his drink and coughing heavily”“ WHAT?!” Kent shouted.

“Shush child you might wake those two up... But still how did it go?” Charlotte asked.

“Wait big brother what does Mother mean by having fun and a threesome?” Coralline asked.

“It would be best if you don’t know it my sister... and No mother we did not do that I barely have any memories of last night...” Kent stated.

“Well, After your battle with the wolf Father which exhausted you mentally according to Arra she and Aisha needed to perform a ritual to heal the damage to your mind and soul...That is why they are in your room right now.” Charlotte explained.

“Don’t worry brother this will not get out publicly Lily and I are already on the case... Lady Aliysha and Mister Vulcan aka miss Arra’s Father had agreed to let them stay here for a time... So you have two new room mates big brother... Good for you and I am impressed.” Chimera said sarcastically.

“By the way my son Mister Vulcan and Miss Alisyha had agreed to allow them to live under the same roof as you so it will be very easy for you lot ot get to know each other.”Victor said as he drank his coffee.

“Okay then... I am okay with them staying in my room but I will need to order a lot of things if that will be the case. Mom I am going to need your help!” Kent asked.

“Sure my son what do you need?” Charlotte asked.

After a few minutes of explaining and preparing breakfast Kent went back to his room with food for the two.

When he got back to his room Aisha and Arra were slowly waking up though they had a fairly long day much was still ahead of them.

His left arm split off into two sub arms and prepared a healthy and fulfilling breakfast for the two.

“My oh my Kent... You should not have prepared such a delightful breakfast?” Arra asked in astonishment.

“This is our first day together my Lady this much is little to what you and Lady Aisha had given me... This is but thanks for accepting me as your protectorate and Lover...” Kent bowed.

“It is a good gesture Kent for you to go through so much effort this day... As you say we three have a long road ahead of us... But what should we do this day since our schedule is practically free for a day or two?” Arra asked.

“Hmm I was going to Bastion hope to see about the trainer selection results and greet them... I believe one of them is your friend Emilia free lander.” Kent explained.

“I am surprised that Emi is here... Let’s go meet her after breakfast...” Arra asked.

“By your will Lady Arra.” Kent bowed.

She drank her morning chamomile tea and to her surprise it was natural blend of herbs that she preferred before and during her time in the Temple of the Wolf Father.

Arra was surprised that Kent learned of her favorite morning tea when he told her that Vulcan told his mother how to prepare it and showed her the way. Kent repeated the process as if the tea was made by her father in the flesh.

Aisha was surprised to hear of their conversation as she took a look in her coffee it was made from the refined cocoa bean found only in the Trigor mountain located at the far north east of the free kingdom and only a few of these beans had ever been exported out of the area.

Along with the refined honey from extracted from the giant honeysuckle bees located at the Forest of Bree where the elfen use it as a natural export product. The cream was mixed into the coffee in the shape of a heart despite how it looks its taste was beyond imagination for the taste buds.

“Kent how did you?!” AIsha asked.

“Same thing I told Lady Arra my Lady... Lady Alisyha passed a note to mother about what your favorites are and I had to prepare them I hope they are to your liking?” Kent asked.

“Well... “”flustered”“Its okay... I guess...” Aisha muttered.

“At least Sis here likes it very much Kent... I will say thank you on her behalf.” Arra mentioned.

“SIS!!!” AIsha shouted.

Kent snikkered to see the two argue over such a trivial matter but one thing seemed to puzzle him why did Aisha and Arra call each other sisters. Arra giggled at the young knight’s curiosity and explained to him that they are not sisters but they grew up together being friends since they were but babies and up to this day they had stood side by side as sisters.

Through thick or thin and even any battle they will have each other’s backs even during the battle for the freedom of the people against the demon lord. Arra was the one who took the spear hit for Aisha while Aisha stopped the Thunder judgement spell used by the demon lord against Arra and barely able to protect her friends at the time.

After their talk and a hot shower for the first time since having hot water in homes at the village is considered as a luxury. The two received a fresh pair of clothes left by their respective families before they left Charlotte gave them a very stylish belt filled with an assortment of gadgets like a micro plasma field, grappling hook, an emergency bio-med gel kit, a tachyon beacon and a atmospheric field projector when trapped in deep space.

The gadgets on the belt were built specially by Charlotte basing it off from her own experience during the 2nd Great War.

“Okay you kids be safe now!” Charlotte shouted.

“Thank you for the great gifts miss Charlotte.” Aisha said as she looked at the belt.

“Oh these are nothing at all oh and they can change color and styles when you place your palm over the belt buckle. Now off you go kiddies and have fun now!” Charlotte said as she shooed the three off.

Arra looked at Kent while he looked through his arm pad while they walked to Bastion hope. To his surprise many marines and Knights had been saluting him on first sight.

They entered the base when the knights immediately lined up and offered their praise to them.

“Hail Lord Anthony!” The knights shouted.

“WOW is this a regular thing you do Kent?” Aisha asked.

“Not really only when theirs a special occasion... But the only occasion today is the Trainer welcoming ceremony.” Kent stated as they entered the main hall.

Upon entering they saw over 3 dozen applicants who passed they all stood side by side with their robes as swordsman before entering the fort. Aisha noticed Emilia was part of the successful applicants the two ran towards her and congratulated her success.

Before they could congratulate her Emi asked the two to sit next to her as Chimera was at the stage Kent took to the stage with Rex and Fenris by his side.

Hello Everyone I am Kent Redridge of Strike Fleet New Hope... I congratulate you all for passing the application process for the sword trainers I know it has been a difficult challenge to face off against a Venerate ranked knight but you all had proven your stride and mettle against a knight who had fought a godly class demons of old.

From this day on wards you 36 swordsman are now ranked trainers and shall be part of molding the hundreds of Zerrohnian Marines and Recruits in sword combat.

I can see much potential in all of your future career as part of the Knight Kingdom I hope that faith and the three gods may shine fortune upon all of you.

Now let us end this welcoming ceremony and enjoy for this day does not belong to you alone for it belongs to the future of our people.

Kent raised his fist and howled much like a wolf many knights followed their lord as they are a part of the Iron Wolves Legion. With the ceremony at an end the mercenaries now turned trainers united with their families with smiles on their faces as a new chapter will start for many of them.

Chimera and Kent’s team approached the newly recruited trainer to congratulate her on succeeding the trials.

“Emi congratulations!” Chimera said as he lifted her up.

“““blush”“CHIRA please not in front of my friends.” Emilia said with a flustered face.

“Sorry but I am very happy for you!” Chimera said as he embraced her instead.

“Regardless of the situation miss Emi I am honored to have a free lander to be in the Base... I look forward to your achievements miss... I mean Sergeant Emilia Freelander.” Kent said proudly.

“Thank you Ken... I mean General Anthony!” Emilia saluted.

“Now then enough of the formalities we have a feast to attend to.. Oh yes I forgot to get something in my office you all go on ahead... I’ll catch up...” Kent told them as he walked away from them.

“Alright Big brother... If their are any hot wings Ill save some for you!” Chimera shouted.

Kent walked away to his office he made sure first that no one was following him as soon as the coast was clear he uttered.

“I got that weird feeling again...” Kent said as he entered his office.

“I am sorry father...” Kyvash said with a serious look in here eyes.

Kyvash turned the chair around but it did not stop spinning her care taker Sword masters stopped the chair for her. Though nauseous from the spinning she instantly recovered the young knight was about to laugh but he held it in surprisingly well.

“Kyvash what can I do for you and why are you hiding?” Kent asked.

“Yes I am here because Astaroth and Tyrannox managed to follow the trail where Willow’s brother was taken in this flash drive holds the data you will need to mount a rescue mission and also rescue the Vailen...” Kyvash said as she placed the flash drive on the table.

“Thank you yet I feel a but is coming in...” Kent stated.

“Yes their is... I wish to have a brand new Hive built on Ren’veil a royal guard Hive that will serve as additional security for our people... They will follow only your orders of course.” Kyvash stated.

“I might agree to that but I need my Father’s Approval and I am curious how the High Glaives produce such powerful warriors like the Sword God masters that always protect you and the Blade god masters that aided us in our escape on Vega?” Kent asked.

“I will explain in due time but this data drive will hold all the information you need, the number of people being held and the locations of possible planets for resource conversion or colonization... Think of this as my investment to the people’s future...” Kyvash said.

“I will consider this as a gift my lady... And I will talk to father soon about this.” Kent saluted.

“Very well I will talk with Father as soon as I get home... Would you like to join the party?” Kent asked.

“I wish I could but for now I need to settle a few more things with your permission I would like to go to the Redridge manner this evening?” Kyvash asked.

“Then it would be an honor for you to visit our home... But I need to get something from my desk if that is fine?” Kent asked.

Before they went on their seperate ways Kyvash told the young knight of her new Apex Prowl Hunters and gave him over 50 of these monstrous hydras they are independent thinkers but they will listen to orders of the one assigned to them by their queen.

The young knight was free to use these new Hunters should the need arise all he needed to do was think and they will hear him.

The young knight thanked the queen for her generous gift he placed his palm over his desk when a massive blade rack appeared out of the wall next to the door.

He looked at the assortment of blades each one of the weapons emitted a powerful aura that the Sword Masters were being pushed back as if they were facing a world ending typhoon.

Kyvash quickly snapped her fingers projecting her own aura field to protect her children as the blades domination field was stronger that their protection auras.

He grabbed the double edge sword measuring 3 meters in length with a eight crowned cross as it’s sword guard with the pommel shaped like budded flower. The young knight excused himself from the room as Kyvash watched her father act the same way she remembers him long ago.

“My Lady now that Lord Anthony agrees to your request should we not tell him of the Hunter killer’s status.” The Sword Master asked.

“He will not do anything unless he is provoked my child... For now let us head home I am a bit tired today I still need to meet Grand Father and Grand Mother later on.” Kyvash said as she opened a portal to home.

Meanwhile at the party all members of the strike Fleet including the Admiralty, the Iron Wolve’s circle of elders and the Commando teams who participated in the recruitment and selection process. Emilia was somewhat isolated as she did not go through the standard trials instead was recommended by Chimera to be a trainer but she participated in the trials where many Venerates had approved her skill as a trainer.

Though some of the fellow trainers did not even bother to befriend her as she was a part of the clan that nearly destroyed Ren’veil and wiped out the Priestesses and mages though it was kept secret but those who knew the truth would prefer not to acquaint themselves with Emilia.

Emi looked to her glass of wine it was a solemn reminder that she was not meant to befriend anyone else but Chimera showed her another path. He tapped her shoulder and tapped her cheek snapping her sadness out of reality.

“Miss Emi don’t look sad it will spoil your appetite... I got you your favorite... Hammer shrimp with sauce butter on the side.” Chimera said with a smile.

“Thanks Chira... You always know how to bring a girl up.” Emilia said as she took the plate.

“Emi don’t worry no one knows who you really are here... You are Emilia Freelander and soon to be Redridge so lighten up this is your day!” Aisha stated.

“I agree Miss Emilia your family’s crime is not yours to bare... It was their choice to set their path to ruin... You only did what is right and no one can hold you accountable for such an atrocity.” Arra added.

“I know Arra but It was my fault why my brother turned out like that... I should have brought him with me when I was exiled maybe things would be different if I did that...” Emilia said as she shook off the memories of her past.

“Emi always know that I am here for you... Through thick or thin I will stand by you as your shield and sword... I am your partner for life...” Chimera said with a proud growl.

“I know Chimera and I would not have it any other way...” Emilia said as she kissed him on the cheek.

With the party well underway the young knight met up with his friends and brother at their table. They were curious as to what was the broad looking sword he was holding the young knight sat down and told them it was his gift to Emilia.

It was one of the first of the 6 blades he forged on New Dawn it was called the Star Strider a blade specially built from purified star Xerromite a sub rare class ore used as a catalyst for making the strongest blade or the toughest armor.

It can absorb heat and heal the wielder’s injuries simply by absorbing sunlight it can generate heat strong enough to turn a mountain into a lava pit. The young knight was infamous in the Forge works for making blades that are extremely powerful and may not require a weapon heart. Although the weapons he crafts are alive in their own way and will only require a small sacrifice from it’s would be wielder in order to seal the bond.

Emi pulled the blade out of the scabbard and cut herself with the blade as it absorbed her blood the blade glowed a bright warm light and transformed into a claymore blade.

“Congratulations the sun strider is now yours miss Emi... use it well.” Kent congratulated her.

“Thank you... I really appreciate it Kent.” Emilia said as she attached the scabbard on her belt.

“Thank you also big bro for giving her a chance...” Chimera said.

“Hey Faenrir wanted a challenge so he was the one who volunteered to test the trainer’s mettle so its all well and good.” Kent answered as he grabbed a carbonated drink.

“Wait Faenrir as in Primal Knight Elite Captain Faenrir Claw breaker? THAT FENRIS!!!” Chimera shouted.

“Oh no...” Kent said as his brother showed his anger.

“Chira what’s wrong?” Emi asked.

“I WANTED TO FIGHT HIM!!! AND EMI GOT A CHANCE TO FIGHT HIM I AM JEALOUS!!!”Chimera cried.

Captain Faenrir Clawbreaker is the biological older brother of Fenris Fellfrost Captain Faenrir is one of the few knights who participated in the siege of the World ender citadel at the final battle during the 2nd great war.

The Primal Captain is one of the rare few to see the Legendary Archon Wodan “Thunderking” Redridge and Keith “Hunter Killer” Aliucard against the demon champion Guision the thousand hands. Faenrir also earned many achievements and an impressive kill count of 5000 mid level demons under his belt.

Many aspirants and Archon candidates like Kent and Chimeara wishes to fight Faenrir it is considered a great honor for one to fight against the few Elites of the 2nd war in a duel of prowess. But Faenrir does not entertain duels unless he specifies it to be so as Elites are always needed in the front lines and have no time for pleasantries.

And when they do they will only use their free time at their own accord not even the great nobles of the Dragon-wolf can request an audience from them.

“It was a sudden request from Faenrir brother I couldn’t do anything... Besides he was only pulled out from the Border patrol because of his fleet needing resupply.” Kent explained.

“Right I wanted to have a duel with him though!” Chimera cried.

“If it means anything Chira... He gave me a tough time when I fought him.” Emi said as she comforted him.

Chimera was saddened as the elites of the 2nd war were so few and are always away from New Dawn it cause him little pain knowing that he could not even fight him. At the same time he was very proud of Emilia for being able to fight a great warrior like him.

Kent laughed at his little brother when Aisha came up to him with a couple of drinks as well with a plan of her own.

“Hey Kent here!” Aisha said while handing him over a very cold can of carbonated drink.

“Thank you my lady... I needed one.” Kent replied as he opened the can.

“Big Bro... I am concerned about your obsession with those carbonated drinks dont they have enough sugar to make a small marble?” Chimera asked.

“Yeah the virus inside my body converts the sugar into usable biomatter while the rest of the contents are being converted to water... I only drink it for the taste...” Kent explained.

“I know that brother but you should calm down with those drinks... Its 9:30 in the morning big bro!” Chimera added.

“Sure after this I wont drink for the mean time.” Kent said as he savored his drink.

“SO Kent... After this do you want to go to the mages temple with me?” Aisha asked.

“Very Well my Lady I would love that.” Kent replied.

“After your visit Kent please fetch me from the temple I just remembered that I am needed at the local orphanage.”Arra asked.

The young knight nodded when one of the marines approached him requesting for his assistance. The marine reported about some incidents in the mage temple about humans turning into monsters in broad day light. Many knights and marines had already been injured and the surviving knights are requesting for immediate assistance from any Crusader class or above for assistance.

Kent agreed to go when Aisha over heard the situation at the temple and wanted to go as well.

“Okay, Brother I will leave the management of the party to you... REX Get the team ready!” Kent ordered.

“YES SIR!” Rex saluted.

The team along with some marine and knight venerates boarded their respective gunships and made their way to the Mage temple at shion.

On their way Kent and the other captains listened on the reports from the on site guards who first saw the incident and from knight aspirants who responded to the alert.

“Okay so something is turning the mages into monsters... But according to the reports the mages still have some shred of their humanity but over time they lose it... Interesting...” Kent said.

“General If I may how many casualties so far?” Captain Yurfa asked.

“So far over 50 wounded 5 critically injured 3 aspirants incapacitated and several civilians wounded from the initial explosive magic used on the aspirant sergeant treko.” Captain Ignus reported.

“Okay... Set up a perimeter 3 miles around the tower have knight elites perform routine patrols around the area make sure no mage escapes using the underground tunnels and sewage system. Have the science and medical teams set up a isolation zone so we can study the thing that caused all this.” Kent ordered.

“Sir if I may how certain are we that this is not caused by a virus or an air born infection of some kind?” Captain Mugen asked.

“If it were the case then a lot of people including the marines turned into monsters already... But have the Templar apocrypha’s check the air for any contagions just to be sure. I almost forgot and have any non knight personnel we have right now wear level 5 bio hazard equipment and bio-masks before we land.” Kent ordered.

“Lady Aisha please wear my helmet... I will be okay without it.” Kent said as he handed her his pressurized mask.

Aisha nodded while the young knight helped her wear his mask it scanned her retina and changed it’s form based on her specifications. the mask that normal covers most of Kent’s face only leaving the left eye to actually see and several sensors on the forehead, sides and the back of the head helped him have a full 360 view of any battle.

Instead the mask’s initial features of heavy protection was removed and replaced with a full indestructible visor with a bio-air filter and several smaller but efficient sensors that can help her see around her.

“Aisha can you breath easy in the helmet?” Kent asked.

“Yeah but it smells like you in this thing... I will borrow it later...” Aisha stated.

“Note to self must wash the inner part of my helmet after each use...” Kent thought.

“General look it’s getting bad down there its getting bad!” Marky shouted.

“Right No time for flirting... Marky and Rex non-lethal rounds only Clayton, Genji, and Miss Willow With me... Lady Aisha please remain on the gunship while we take care of this.” Kent ordered.

“Um boss... she already jumped out!” Clayton said.

Kent looked out the gunship to see Aisha falling from the sky and somehow landed safely on the ground with her magic. The young knight felt a bit stupid for giving an order to Aisha who is a civilian and was an illogical move on his part.

“So boss um should we?” Genji asked.

“Just jump already... I feel very stupid right now for ordering Aisha...” Kent said outloud.

“At least we know your human boss... “”Jumped out the gunship”“ Big bro you owe me 20 credits!” Genji shouted.

“HEY COME BACK HERE THAT DOESN’T COUNT!” Clayton shouted as he jumped out.

“General if you shall excuse me I will scold those two when we get back.” Willow said as she waited for the gunship to land.

“Right... But Willow please take it easy since this will be your first time in battle with your New body.” Kent reminded his friend.

Willow nodded she was still getting used to the absurd strength her new body has and the new bow that the Forge masters made for her was heavier than her previous bow and more stronger than the first. The young knight tapped her on the shoulder reminding that she will always have a friend to count on.

He free felled from the gunship and almost immediately he managed to stomp down one monster that was about to escape containment. Though he made sure that the impact was not lethal it was enough to knock out the mage. Kent turned to check on the other knights Clayton was grabbed by one of the monsters and thrown towards the young knight.

Kent grabbed him by the collar and arm saving him from impacting the wall the promethian sergeant got back up he was very furious.

“Thanks boss man... HEY YOU GET BACK HERE I AIN’T DONE WITH YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” Clayton shouted.

“Captain these mages turned monsters are getting stronger by the second we could use some extra muscle... Dread knight class muscles!” A knight shouted.

“ Understood we have already called a few of them in but they are about 5 minutes out.” Rex shouted.

Aisha used her magic and restrained most of the monsters with Earth claw and ice shackles. With her help the knights and marines were able to place the restriction fields on the magemonsters. One of the monsters was able to break through Aisha’s restraining magic and fully lost their minds to their instinctive nature.

It rushed towards the young mage as several knights tried to stop it they were thrown out of the way instead. She needed time to cast a more powerful restraining magic when it was about to crush her. The young knight pushed her out of the way with a deep breath his hands began to flow as if they hand no bones in them.

With only seconds before the monster could slam it’s massive fist over the young knight he closed his eyes and uttered.

“Shadow Fire Art... Claws of the raging wind!” Kent whispered.

The shadow fire art enveloped his arms with a strange black and white aura turning his fingers into miniature spears. With a single thrust his arms became a machine gun and struck the monster in the vital pressure points that controlled movement. With each thrust he was able to toss the monster out of harms way from his men and the civilians trying to get to safety.

With the monster incapacitated the knights applied medical care to it and added a restriction field to ensure no one else will be harmed.

He ran to Aisha’s side and helped her back up asking if she was unharmed aside from the fall and a scrap on her arm she was safe.

The knights and marines who learned about their founder Blazer ShadowFire he had many books about teaching knights about the different styles of fighting including ancient martial arts.

Only a few Champion class knights are able to perform and re-create the techniques in the books but only a direct descendant can unleash their true power. If any Zerrohnian or Xer-razh were to see the technique is a great privilege on its own.

Later that Day with the Mage tower Hazard Knights were sent into the Tower to search for the source of the monster transformation and Apocrypha’s searched the area high and low for any external threats within a 5 mile radious.

They deemed the area safe and free from any air born contagions Kent asked Aisha and the surviving mages to check if their was any magic involved in the outbreak.

Aisha told them no summoning or transfiguration circles were found in the area something bothered here when one of the monsters Kent defeated spewed out blood.

The blood of a Vai’len is a bright red despite any health conditions the blood of a Vai’len will always be bright red but it was darker and the blood almost was similar to acid when came into contact with anything that had life.

“This is not much Kent but it has to be something right?” Aisha asked.

“It is... Lily... Please extract a blood sample from one of the monsters and see if their are any mysteries inside their blood?” Kent asked.

“Im already done Kent and surprise surprise... Their are a lot of surprises inside their DNA... I am sending you the data I have so far but I’ll get back to you once we have more info.” Lily replied.

The report from the science and medical team was sent to everyone inside the briefing room and the details were confusing. According to the medical report their blood had nano-machine cells fast replicating and primitive type of machine cells.

It drew in the energy inside the mage’s body and with the right triggering effect the mage’s body will turn into a beast as a result. No knight hermit or scientist on New Dawn or the Entire legion could do such a monstrous thing to their own kin and brother. It would mean death for them if this was to be true but nothing was said and done until more information was found.

It was an absurd amount of machine cells inside their blood that caused the abnormal change. Kent immediately ordered all the personnel of the mage tower to be detained and questioned by the Crusaegrum mind seekers.

Aisha was safe because she was at the trainer’s welcoming party several hours before the incident came to be and she was at the Redrdige manner even before the incident transpired.

“Lady Aisha this might take a while but you may want to get some rest in the secure camp... I’ll be with you in a moment.” Kent requested.

“Okay... Just don’t take too long?” Aisha asked as she was escorted to the camp.

Once she left Kent and the team including some Elite knights nodded as if they noticed something.

Kent clenched his fist slowly as he smacked the air behind him when they heard a satisfying bone cracking sound. All of a sudden Rex pulled out his vibration knife and started slashing in front of him and the knight elite near the door grabbed something from this air and slammed his fist into the object as its head exploded in a violent gore of blood show.

“Alert every knight and marine we have infiltrators in the area... Lock down the air space have every ship we have scan for Electro magnetic signatures for any stealth ships...” Kent ordered.

“Yes sir!” The Elites saluted.

“WE are going to need prowl hunters... wait a minute...” Kent stated.

He remembered the Apex prowl Hunters that Kyvash gave him earlier today and remembered that all he needed to call them was a thought and they will come.

With a single thought the ground began to shake as 3 of the Apex Prowl hunters who were taller and have darker scales than their cousin. Their muscles are stronger and their mantis like arms have twin blades that can vibrate intensely causing matter around them to split apart.

They also have 4 mandible like arms on their backs that can extend for 5 to 6 meters and can puncture 50 inch adamantine reinforced steel walls. The Apex hunters roared as they busted out of the ground and attacked the cloaked assassins with no mercy.

One of the hunters fired a volley of razor sharp spines from it’s shoulders melting and shredding the assassin into pieces. Another assassin tried to Kill Willow from behind but was easily dealt with by the Hunter’s 4 mandibles that impaled it on the fore head, neck and heart.

With the room cleared the pact leader of the Apex hunters looked at Kent with it’s blood thirsty eyes bowing before it’s master asking what is their orders.

“Kill all assassins within this area that turned the vai’len mages into monsters Do not let them escape no matter what... Protect the civilians near here... that is my order.” Kent said to the apex Hunter.

“By your will Master...” The hunter said as they burrowed into the ground.

“Sir is it right to trust those things?” Rex asked.

“It’s fine... They were given to me by Kyvash and this would be a perfect for them to prove themselves to the legion kingdom... Its about time we gave our allies some credit.” Kent explained.

“Wait boss if these assassins managed to pass our sensor defense grid then who knows how many are in this camp.” Clayton stated.

“Then that means... Oh no... Aisha!” Kent thought as he busted through the door.

Kent rushed to the secured camp site where Aisha stayed in she settled down she used the built in shower. She got into the shower the falling water made it difficult to hear from the outside the young knight rushed to Aisha’s camp. The assassin pulled out his knife in an attempt to stab the mage when Kent opened the door she was not in her chamber.

Just before the assassin could deal the final blow a blade pierced the assassins chest. Kyvash appeared from the shadows as she leaned towards the assassins ear and open the assassins helmet she partially changed her face into a monstrous nightmare.

“Let’s talk shall we?” Kyvahs whispered.

With a sadistic smile Kyvash placed her hand over the assassin’s mouth and disappeared into the portal. Kent busted down the door looking for the assassin he heard the shower was on as he opened the door to his surprise Aisha was safe and sound.

“KENT WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!” Aisha shouted covering herself at the same time.

“Aisha I... Um...” Kent mumbled.

He stuttered for the first time in his life when he saw a naked girl specially if the girl he was looking at is the one he loves. Aisha’s face turned beat red as she screamed to the top of her lungs and followed with a thunderous slap to the face.

Later that evening the two went back to the manner when Chimera and Coralline noticed the hand mark on his face.

“Brother... I?” Chimera asked.

“DON’T... Ask!” Kent said when the mark hurt.

“I can picture what happened big brother...” Coralline snickered.

“SO how is everyone doing today?” Charlotte asked.

“I am doing great miss Charlotte I am going to start tomorrow as a n instructor.” Emilia said.

“And I will be their to support her since I am already done with my civil duties today so I’m free for an entire week.” Chimera added.

“I found out that their is another race trying to get their hands on the Vai’len mages so I guess that’s a bonus...” Kent said.

“Kent family rules no business on the dinner table... But I can feel what happened to you today.” Charlotte winked.

“”“sigh”“ Mom please...” Kent begged.

“I’m sorry Kent I just got surprised... and...” Aisha said as she covered her face.

“See what I mean...” Charlotte giggled.

“I can take a guess to what happened to you today sis and it’s okay... This is one way for us all to get our relationship into some progress.” Arra stated.

“I am confused...” Kent said.

“You are telling me Father...” Kyvash said through telepathy.

“What” Kent asked.

“Father don’t be alarmed I am only communicating with you... I am about a minute’s walk away from the ancestral home please be ready.” Kyvash asked.

“Oh right... Mother, Father... I have an important guest that wishes to meet you for the past several months... She will be here in a moment.” Kent said as they moved to the living room.

Everyone was surprised to whom was this person as they moved to the living room Aisha suspected it might be another girl that he wanted to introduce to the family. Arra believed it might be a beast folk that he wished to take care of though their guesses were wild and amazing.

Meanwhile at the gate of the Redridge manner Kyvash and an entourage of her most elite amongst the elite escorted her to the ancestral house of her family.

“Mother are your sure you wish to go alone?” The Sword Master Troa asked.

“I will be fine Troa... Thank you for your concern but this is one of the safest place on Ren’veil but the Assassin we captured earlier please get as much information as you can if he does not cooperate... Extract the information as painfully as possible.” Kyvash ordered.

“By your will my queen.” Troa replied.

She took a deep breath and knocked three times on the door after a brief moment the young knight welcomed the Queen into his home.

What awaited them was just another step into a brighter tomorrow.

#Onestepatatime

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dangertronic · 7 years ago

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Not A Monster Chapter 18

I am stupidly tired so there are probably a lot of errors, woops.

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Tag list: @sten-bros @agrimny @areyareddie @creamy-brown-eyes @trippy-alexissss @thetrashvoid @deamontesnothere @jakethezombiehunter @soomar-wine

Eighteen

“So like, should we be concerned that Stan and Bill keep vanishing all the time?” Richie asked one lunchtime, entwining his fingers with Eddie’s under the table in the cafeteria.

“I doubt it.” Ben said, uncapping his bottle of water. “They’re probably just studying.”

Jessica snorted, moving some food around her tray with her fork. “Yeah, if what they’re studying is the human anatomy.”

Mike choked, spilling his soda down the front of his jacket. “What?”

“Gee, don’t die on us Mike.” Jessica said, grinning across the table at him. “It was a joke.”

“I’m so proud of our new sister.” Richie said, wiping a non-existent tear from under his eye before slinging his free arm around Jessica. “They grow up so fast.”

“You’re clearly spending way too much time with Richie.” Ben deadpanned.

“Do you even realise that you just implied we’re brothers even though we’re dating?” Eddie asked, looking up at Richie.

“That’s what you picked up?” Mike asked, wiping a napkin down his shirt.

Richie grinned, squeezing Eddie’s hand. “Incest is all the rage, Eds!”

Eddie grimaced. “Gross, Rich.”

Richie heaved a sigh. “You just can’t please some people. But seriously… Bill and Stan keep vanishing and I can’t help but wonder why.”

“Okay, why don’t you take all that wondering about Bill and Stan and just direct it onto loving on Eddie?” Jessica suggested, scooping some food up onto her fork. “That’s where all your attention is supposed to be going.”

“The lady has a point.” Charlie said, placing his fork down. “Why be so bothered about what Stan and Bill are doing when you could be giving Eddie your complete attention?”

“I do like the sound of that better.” Richie mused. “However, I am unable to do that in here with all these people around, so for now I shall ponder the curious behaviour of our friends.”

“Of course you will.” Jessica said.

“Hey, I have to fill up the time I can’t love on Eddie with something.” Richie grumbled.

“Yes but does it have to be that?”

“Are you really going to ask Richie that?” Eddie asked.

“Good point, Eddie.”

“You know what? I bet they’re doing it!” Richie said, slamming his hand onto the table and startling Jessica who dropped her fork with a clatter onto the floor. “Wait no, Stan is too uptight to fuck someone in a school.”

“Christ, did you have to give me a fucking heart attack?” Jessica hissed.

“Richie has this really bad habit of being startlingly loud.” Mike said, returning to his food. “It can be quite troublesome at times.”

“Apparently.”

Stan was two minutes late to his literature class, looking somewhat ruffled as he took his new seat next to Jessica. The teacher didn’t bother to acknowledge Stan’s presence as he took out his books, placing them neatly onto the desk in front of him.

“You should really cover that up.” Jessica said, idly taking notes with occasional glances to her text book. “Someone might notice.”

“What are you talking about?” Stan asked, opening his book.

Jessica stopped writing, lifting her pen and pointing to his neck. “That hickey on your neck. Like damn, button your shirt up the rest of the way or something before a certain trashmouthed annoyance spots that mark.”

“Shit.” Stan hastily fastened up the top two buttons of his shirt, the collar concealing the bruise that Bill had left on his neck. “Thanks Jess.”

Jessica made a humming sound in the back of the throat, returning to her work.

“Hey Jess?” Stan asked about five minutes later, drawing a sigh from the girl next to him.

“What Stan?”

Stan didn’t say anything for a moment, dipping a hand into his pocket to pull out a small mirror which he opened and slid across the desk to her. Jessica blinked at the sudden appearance of her reflection muttering a low curse when she could see what Stan did.

One of her eyes had gone an irritated angry looking red. Jessica grabbed her bag quickly and pulled it onto her lap, hunting out a small case which she set onto the table. Unscrewing the lid of the bottle quickly, she poured some of the clear liquid into the case.

Stan cringed when Jessica placed a finger onto her eye to remove one of her contact lenses, hastily putting it into the case before removing the other. Once the lid was screwed tightly back onto the case, she carefully shoved it into a side pocket of her backpack and hunted out another case, fumbling to open it to retrieve the grey rimmed glasses from inside.

“So, glasses huh?” Stan asked, idly noting something down in his notebook.

“Yup.” Jessica returned the bottle to her backpack which she dropped back onto the floor. “Thanks, by the way. Should I even ask why you carry a mirror?”

“When you wake up with ‘fuck face’ scribbled on your forehead after a party with Richie, you tend to learn that a compact mirror is required on your person at all times.” Stan said, taking the mirror back and snapping it shut. “You know, just case.”

“Oh no, I get it. It makes total sense.” Jessica said, biting back a laugh. “Let me guess, you had it done to you more than once before you invested in a mirror.”

“Five times.”

“Wow.”

“Gee Staniel, you could just try not falling to sleep fir –” Richie paused in mid-sentence as he turned, staring at Jessica. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Jessica said, waving him off. “She wears glasses, wow, big deal.”

“No it’s not that.” Richie said, his own eyes narrowing behind his glasses. “Your eyes are two different colours!”

“Yep.”

“How come we never –”

“Because I wear contacts usually.”

“You’ve literally had sleepovers at my house!”

“Should learn to pay attention to people other than Eddie for once then.”

Richie snorted. “Yeah because that’s gonna happen.”

“Mr Tozier, turn around and focus on your own work and not Mr Uris’!” The teacher snapped from the front of the class, drawing a snort from Eddie.

Richie huffed and turned around, crossing his arms over his chest. “You should stop wearing those contacts, by the way. The glasses look better.”

“He’s right.” Stan said, not looking up from his work. “Shouldn’t hide who you are. We all learned that once.”

“Says the one hiding his hickey.” Jessica teased, keeping her voice low.

“Oh fuck you Jess.”

“Lose the dick and grow a vagina and I might let you.”

“Oh my fucking god.”

Jessica snorted. “For someone who was raised in religion, you sure say that a lot.”

“Gee, with friends like you and Richie, I wonder fucking why.” Stan hissed.

Jessica let out a laugh but otherwise said nothing as she returned to her work, remaining silent for the rest of the double class much to Stan’s delight. His delight was further intensified by the fact Richie did not bother to turn around and try to talk to them again due to a mixture of the teacher still watching him and Eddie hissing at Richie whenever his attention strayed away from his notebook.

“I’m really enjoying this warmer weather thing we have going on.” Richie said, swinging Eddie’s hand between them as they walked home from school, his other hand gripping the strap of his backpack to keep it positioned on his shoulder. “I get to spend extra time with you before I have to hand you over to a dragon.”

Eddie snorted, tightening his grip on Richie’s hand, the other tucked into his pocket. “Me too, Rich. I hate having limited time because of the car rides in the cold between leaving school and my fake dates.”

Richie bent his arm, nudging Eddie’s arm gently with his elbow. “It’s only for now though. Once we graduate we’ll be free to leave this crappy town and its suffocating nature. We’ll be able to be together all the time openly.”

“Yeah.” Eddie said, closing the space between them to lean against Richie. “Mom’s not happy about me moving to L.A.”

Richie chuckled, releasing Eddie’s hand so he could wrap his arm around his shoulder. “I can imagine. Mine are oddly ecstatic but I think it’s because I’ll be learning to be independent and all that good stuff. They want me to learn to survive on my own.”

There was another snort from Eddie. “Except you won’t be independent and on your own. I’ll be there babysitting you the whole time.”

“Yeah, that does kind of stick a wrench into their plan…” Richie mused, ruffling Eddie’s hair idly. “But I’d rather it that way. I’ll have my own personal doctor!”

“As long as you don’t expect me to dress up every time you’re sick –”

“Not even just once?”

Eddie groaned. “Okay, if you’re so sick you actually have to stay in bed for an extended period of time then I’ll dress up for you to make the experience better.”

“You know I’m going to hold you to that, right?”

“Yeah, but that’s okay.”

Richie grinned, now stroking his hand awkwardly through Eddie’s hair. “So what does my little Eddie Spaghetti have planned for when he’s in L.A? You know, other than taking up most of my bed.”

Eddie laughed, nudging Richie playfully towards the edge of the curb. “I’m not really sure. I thought about going into medicine. Damn, I know you’re gonna need patching up a lot with that motor mouth you have.”

“You’d be a great Doctor, Eds!” Richie said, squeezing his arm around Eddie’s shoulders.

“So what about you? What’d you wanna do?”

Richie shrugged, leaning onto Eddie slightly. “Education-wise I’m not really sure, but I definitely want to become a DJ.”

“We’re gonna get out of this place, Rich. You’re gonna be an awesome radio DJ with annoying voices, but everyone’s gonna love it.”

Richie nodded. “Yeah, and you’re gonna become one of the best doctors out there. And more importantly… we’re gonna be together.”

“Yeah. We are. And we’re not gonna hide. We can really be open out there.”

“Just gotta make it through these last few months first and then we’re free of this stupid town once and for all!”

“We got this, Rich.”

“Yeah. We do. Me and you.” Richie came to a stop as they reached the corner of Eddie’s street, releasing his bag strap to wind his other arm around Eddie. “I’ll see you in a couple of hours on your date.”

Eddie punched him in the shoulder with a grin. “Same to you.”

Richie chuckled, bending down to kiss Eddie quickly before they parted ways to head home.

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #leighwritesathing #note to self to add to master list later #never thought anything i wrote would reach 18 chapters #but here we are

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dubujeongguk · 8 years ago

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the bailout

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: fluff

length: 3.6k words

summary: In which your parents insist you need a boyfriend to survive in the harsh world, while Jimin takes it upon himself to rescue you from these arranged dates.

Dating was annoying. It stressed you out and you rarely ever had a good time. You couldn’t remember the last time you went out for dinner and enjoyed it. The concept of going to the movies without the displeasure of peeling some sleazy guy’s arm off of your shoulder was a distant memory. You absolutely hated going on dates. Your parents, however, didn’t seem to care, considering how frequently they set you up on blind dates with their coworkers’ children.

“You’re 20 and you’ve never had a relationship,” your mother lamented one day as you ate dinner at the table for once. You’re soon reminded of the reason why you scurry off into your room with food every night. It’s times like these that you regret not choosing to move out despite living nearby your university. “I’m just worried that you won’t find ‘the one’ on time. You’re not going to be young and pretty forever.”

“Your mother and I only want you to be happy,” your father adds, a little less dramatically as he pops a piece of steak in his mouth.

“Happy and in a relationship I never asked for?” you raise a brow, desperately wanting to roll your eyes. You didn’t need a relationship at the moment. You were perfectly content with your life, in fact. You were an independent young woman working towards a university degree and maintained a pretty decent social life on the side. “I’m going to go study,” you sigh, placing your plate in the sink before speeding out of the kitchen.

“We planned a dinner tomorrow with Mr. Kim’s son for you by the way,” you mother shouts as you run up the stairs. You catapult yourself onto the bed and scream into your pillow. Was being “young and pretty” supposed to be this infuriating?

“I don’t know why you hate going on these dates so much,” your best friend Jimin commented as he rested his head on some library books, ready to knock out for a couple of hours. Then there was you, nose deep in a textbook, messy bun threatening to come loose. “It’s basically a free night out.”

“Tell me,” you whip your head up to shoot him a glare, strands of hair falling to your face, “how would you like it if you had to constantly doll up to meet random boys on a weekly basis? Do you know how much time I waste? A lot, Jimin. A whole fucking lot.”

Jimin laughs at you, sounding like the tinkering of wind chimes. “Then don’t doll up. Show up in some sweatpants and seduce the guy like that. I bet you he’ll be the one wanting to abandon ship.”

“Right. Because my mom would let me leave the house looking like complete trash,” you retort, swiftly shooting down his idea.

“She let you leave the house this morning, didn’t she?”

“Goodbye Jimin,” you deadpan, packing away your pencil case and notebooks.

Jimin laughs even harder, pulling you back to your seat. You irritably slam your belongings back on the table and huff, crossing your arms like a child. “Okay I’m sorry, don’t be mad,” he apologizes, poking your cheek. “What else is terrible about going on dates?”

You slap his hand away from your face and frown. “Everything,” you groan. “If I leave the guys too early, my mom gets all upset at me and starts a melodrama in our living room. Don’t get me started on if I try to stand the guy up. My mom was in hysterics. My brother stayed over at his friend’s because of how crazy she got.”

“Why don’t you leave and hang out somewhere else for however long?” he proposes, running a hand through his fluffy black hair.

“In a skirt and wedges at night without a car? No thanks,” you mumble, resting your chin on the table with arms outstretched, your oversized hoodie seeming like it was swallowing you whole. Jimin giggles at you, petting your head in sympathy.

“Ah, I’ve got it!” Jimin retracts his hand from you, snapping his fingers.

“What?” you prompt, sitting up straight.

“Why don’t I just bail you out of your dates?” he suggests with a grin. “Like every time you need me to rescue you, you send me a text and I’ll be there.”

“…Seriously?”

“You heard me,” he reassures you, even holding up his pinky to link with yours. “I promise. I will do everything in my power to help you get out of your dates.”

“Alright I guess we have a deal then,” you laugh, latching onto his pinky with yours. You weren’t sure if things would go well, but you trusted him, you knew that much at least.

“Just call me your bailout.”

He was your best friend after all.

“And then I said to the guy, keep your money I want change,” your date Seokjin laughs obnoxiously, his snorts heard throughout the entire restaurant. You force yourself to laugh out of sheer politeness. Or rather, you laugh because it’s the only thing you’ve been able to do for the past hour or so. Every time you tried to contribute to the conversation, he would cut you off to tell another cringe inducing joke.

Seokjin wasn’t funny in the slightest. A sad clown might be funnier than him. He was so unfunny that it physically hurt to be there any longer. You pull out your phone to text Jimin a quick “please help” along with the address of the place you’re at. Within seconds, you’re shoving it back into your purse and fake yet another giggle for the man.

After the ten longest minutes of your life, your phone rang, catching the attention of the both of you. The terrible jokes finally came to a halt. “Hello?”

“First of all, gasp and say ‘oh no’ in your most distraught voice,” Jimin instructs you over the phone.

“Oh no!” you cry with furrowed brows, covering your mouth with your hand. You could hear Jimin’s soft chuckling from the other end.

“Okay great, now tell whatever loser you’re sitting with that your friend fell down the stairs and you need to leave,” he continues.

You cover the bottom half of your phone and shake your head in remorse (but not really). “I’m so sorry. My best friend got into an accident and fell down the stairs,” you sputter, picking up your bag. “He really needs me right now. I’m sorry but I have to go.”

“Oh I see, do you—”

“Immediately, you have to go immediately!” Jimin stresses.

“I-immediately,” you stammer as you shove some garlic bread into your purse, calling over a waiter to your table.

“I’m waiting outside at the front.”

“I’m sorry, it was a pleasure to meet you,” you apologize one last time before dashing out of the restaurant. You hear your Seokjin shout your name from the distance, but it becomes a muffled noise as soon as you’re out the door. You beam at the sight of your best friend and hurriedly jump into the front seat.

“I’m blessed to have a friend like you,” you gush, fastening your seatbelt as Jimin drives out of the plaza. You giggle at the sight of him in a loose t-shirt and messy hair, appreciating that probably he woke up from his nap to come and get you.

“Most people are,” he muses as you punch him in the shoulder.

“I lied, you’re a kind of a loser,” you scowl, popping a piece of bread into his mouth, contrary to your rudeness.

Jimin simply chuckles at your insult, chewing slowly as he pauses at the stoplight. “Well do you want to go anywhere with this loser right now?” he asks with one hand on the wheel. A trait he picked up over the years to be like the cool kids, you remember him telling you.

You hum in thought as you place a finger on your chin. “Let’s go to the new cat café by your house!”

You aren’t sure when your dates with random coworkers’ sons turned into nights out with Jimin, but you didn’t mind much. Especially when he was ten times more fun then whoever your parents set you up with. At one point, he just started to follow you to all your rendezvous, knowing you would call him within the first hour anyway.

“I’m sorry you have to keep doing this,” you sigh one evening as you two loitered at an ice cream parlour. You felt slightly guilty that he had to waste so much time on you, not to mention gas money. It had been nearly two months since you accepted his proposal and you were beginning to feel apologetic towards your best friend. This was the seventh date he had to drag you out of. “If it’s too troublesome, you don’t have to bail me out anymore. I’ll suck it up.”

Jimin leans back in his seat and gasps exaggeratedly, clasping a hand over his heart. “That’s so thoughtful of you,” he fakes a sob.

“Shut up,” you scrunch up your face, taking a spoonful of his ice cream.

“If it was too troublesome I wouldn’t have offered in the first place,” Jimin disputes, flashing one of his trademark smiles. “And besides, a promise is a promise. I’d do anything for you.”

“Shut up,” you grumble again, taking his entire cup this time. You hope downing the ice cream would make the blush on your face go away.

“Sorry, I have to go to the washroom,” you smile sheepishly at your date Namjoon, excusing yourself from dinner. You strut away from your mother’s latest catch and slip into a small hallway near your table, texting Jimin when you’re out of his sight. Your best friend nods in your direction and sprints from his seat in the corner towards your table, taking over your chair.

“I’m sorry, who are—”

“Dude, you’re making a mistake right now,” Jimin whispers harshly, whipping his head in every direction, pretending to fear your return.

“I don’t understand,” Namjoon crinkles his forehead in puzzlement as he watches as Jimin fidget in his chair.

“Shush!” Jimin hushes your date, slapping a hand over his mouth. “Listen. Dude. Guy. Bro to bro. Are you trying to get laid tonight?”

Your ears perk up at the question and a part of you swears to kill Jimin after you two are done here. When notice your date slowly nodding his head, you try to hold back the urge to vomit.

“Don’t do it. If you cherish your manhood, you’ll leave. Like right now,” Jimin explains to him in a tone so serious, you can’t help but to stifle a laugh, earning strange looks from surrounding waiters. “She’s wild, that’s all I’m going to say.”

“Are you talking about the right person?”

Jimin cups his hand over the boy’s lips again, widening his eyes a considerable amount. “Bro. When I hooked up with her…” he trails off, trying to find the right words. “Let’s just say… her kinks aren’t fulfilled until you end up in the ER.”

Namjoon’s face is beyond horrified when Jimin finishes talking, as he stares down at his pants. Your best friend snaps his head in your direction and shoots a brief wink at you, before rushing out of the restaurant, leaving your date in nothing short of confusion.

“Sorry I took so long,” you smile sweetly at your date, sitting back down. It doesn’t take long until he asks—no, nearly begs, the waiter for a check. You assume that he never wants to contact you again based on how he offered to call a cab for you, despite having a perfectly functioning car that he drove you in.

“You’re so extra,” you roll your eyes, changing out of your dress in the backseat of Jimin’s car and into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt he had lying in the back. These rescue missions had become so much like routine for the two of you, you took it upon yourself to turn a fraction of his car into your closet.

“I like to get creative sometimes,” he laughs, eyes shut tight until you tell him it’s okay to see again.

You hop over the handbrake to sit in the passenger seat and grin, slipping off your heels for a pair of converse you also kept in the back. “Well, I’m pretty sure he never wants to see me again,” you snicker, changing the radio station to something more upbeat. “Thanks, Jiminnie.”

“Other acceptable nicknames include Genius Jimin, O Great One and Our Lord and Saviour Jimin Christ,” he beams as he snaps on your seatbelt for you, drowning you in the scent of his cologne in the process. You forget all about insulting Jimin because of how intimate he is right now. He gives off the fragrance of lemon and musk and it occurs to you that you’re paying a little too much attention to how your best friend smells. “Where do you want to go tonight?” he asks with a smirk. It was almost like he knew what he was doing to you.

“How about we split for a pizza?” you mutter into the window with your face turned away, ears tinging red.

“Sorry?” Jimin replies. You could feel him bring himself closer to hear better.

“I said pizza!” you unintentionally shout into his ear, mostly due to embarrassment. Jimin jerks back to his seat, slightly surprised by your outburst.

“Alright,” he laughs awkwardly, backing out of the parking spot. You suddenly have a slight urge to cry. “Pizza it is.”

You had an even bigger urge to punch yourself in the throat.

It bothers you for days thinking about how flustered Jimin has been making you feel the past while. In fact, it’s borderline infuriating how fast your heart beats when he does normal Jimin things. You never had an issue with sharing platonic hugs with the boy until now. You definitely never reddened at his head pats before either. It was driving you crazy. He was your best friend and that’s all he would ever be.

That’s what you told yourself especially when you had a date with a cuter than usual boy named Hoseok.

“Do you want popcorn or nachos?” your date asked you with a smile.

“Nachos would be nice,” you replied absentmindedly as Hoseok pulled his wallet out of his pocket.

“Oh no, it’s okay I’ll pay for it,” you shook your head frantically, digging into your purse.

By the time you got your wallet out, he had already paid. Hoseok was pleasant in every way possible and you were grateful for that. It was the first time you didn’t call Jimin within the first thirty minutes. He was a breath of fresh air in your horror-story of a love life. Even so, Jimin followed behind, waiting for that special text.

The three of you walked into the theatre, proceeding up all the steps to the very top row. You weren’t certain, but you thought you saw your date extend his hand out behind him for you to clutch for a second.

“After you,” Hoseok grins, gesturing you to sit first. You could faintly hear the sound of Jimin mockingly gag at him, but Hoseok didn’t know that. You shyly complied, taking a hold of the nachos to let him get comfortable. From the corner of your eye, you could see your best friend at the end seat of your row, just a few metres away.

You and Hoseok fall into a hushed conversation throughout the entire movie. You cracked light hearted jokes with one another and posed short comments about the poor acting. You were so comfortable that you didn’t even notice the boy’s arm sneak around you, gently prompting you to lean your head against his shoulder. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were having a decent time. A great time, if you could say so yourself. But no matter how many times he whispered in your ear or caught your gaze, you couldn’t bring yourself to swoon over him.

When the movie ends, the two of you separate shortly until Hoseok’s hand finds yours and intertwines your fingers with his own. Right ahead, you see Jimin trudging down the stairs rather swiftly and you feel guilty for not at least sending a speedy text to let him know he was free to leave.

“I had a great time tonight,” Hoseok confesses, letting go of your hand as you reach the front of the movie theatre.

“Me too,” you agree distractedly, more interested in your best friend’s whereabouts. You searched around the room, hoping that he stayed long enough for you to at least express your remorse. He couldn’t have left that quickly.

“Are you okay?” Hoseok asks you with concern written all over his face.

You nod your head and let out an uneasy laugh. “Yeah I’m fine, I just…” you respond, regrettably locking eyes with him. You’re sure that you look like a deer in headlights when you do.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he replies softly, boldly placing his hands at the curve of your hips. You’re sent into a state of panic when he stares down at you, leaning in. His heart shaped lips were coming closer than what you were prepared for.

You aren’t sure what compelled you to turn away from Hoseok’s oncoming lips, but you did and you’re left in the awkward aftermath of facing a boy you accidentally rejected. “I’m sorry,” you blurt out.

Hoseok only laughs in response and waves off your constant apologies. “No, I’m sorry,” he says, insisting he’s okay. “I should’ve asked if you wanted to kiss me. I still really enjoyed tonight. Do you want a ride home?”

By the ticket booth, you instantly notice Jimin sitting alone, browsing through his phone and aggressively stuffing his mouth with popcorn. “No I have a ride,” you answer slowly, ready to walk towards your tiny ball of irritation. “It was a pleasure to meet you,” you smile, giving Hoseok a short hug to bid him goodbye.

You jog over to Jimin and stand over him, mildly anxious to speak to him. “Hey,” you mumble, fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

“Hey,” Jimin replies, not bothering to look up. It makes you uncomfortable how still it is between the two of you. It was a rare occurrence. You couldn’t remember the last time you had an awkward silence with him. “How was your date?”

It feels like a jab in the stomach when he asks you and you feel worse than you did before after you mutter, “it was fun.”

“Why didn’t you go home with him?” Jimin suddenly questions, catching you off guard. You don’t reply, unsure of the answer yourself. You suppose that your shock is as clear as day because he doesn’t press the matter any further. “Never mind, let’s go,” he concedes, smacking his lips together. You simply follow him to his car, a million thoughts occupying your mind.

“Are you mad at me?” you ask calmly, not wanting to upset him.

No is all he says before he starts the car to take you home. You’re grateful that he turns on some music to fill the silence. The ride back home is tense and you can almost hear Jimin’s breathing through the sound of whatever song was playing. The two of you pull up at your house, sitting in the quiet once again.

You look over at your best friend and purse your lips, seeing that he still avoided eye contact with you. “Are you sure you’re not mad at me?”

“Yes!” Jimin raises his voice, making you wince slightly. Yet another phenomenon, you note. You don’t make any move to exit the vehicle, unwilling to leave like this. Jimin lets out a heavy sigh and buries his face in his hand, arm rested against the window. “I’m really sorry. I don’t have any right to be so upset with you… I just. I don’t know, it’s stupid.”

You stare at your best friend in complete bewilderment. “No it’s not stupid,” you comfort him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Jimin pushes himself to look at you for the first time that night and distress is evident in his expression; as well as what looked like small pout. You felt terrible for wanting to pinch his cheeks at that moment.

“I liked you first, okay?” Jimin huffs as he ruffles his hair, turning away from you once again. “But then whatever his face came along and stole your heart making dumb googly eyes at you when I should’ve been with you. That’s why I’m upset.”

Your jaw drops and your heart feels like it’s going a million beats per second. His words finally register in your mind and you can’t hide the fact that you’re smiling the widest you have in ages. “Jimin,” you call his name, grinning when you realize he’s trying to block you out from pure humiliation.

“Jimin,” you say a little louder this time.

“Jimin!”

“What?” he turns around, completely red in the face and a little out of breath. You could practically hear the sound of his pulse.

Mustering every ounce of courage there was in you, your hands cupped his cheeks instantly, drawing him into you as you smashed your lips against his. You could feel him grin into the kiss, in addition to the hand he slipped around your head to pull you in more. Your lips melded against each other’s and it was nothing like you had experienced before. As you parted from him, you felt warm all over.

“While we’re on the subject, I think I liked you first.”

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