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luminberry · 2 years ago

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Twin Troubles

More Jericho and Atticus shenanigans featuring me and @acorncake's sonas..cause i have brainrot for my own characters and cant help it.

its very self indulgent, so you were warned lol. this is part one with my sona and Jericho

It wasn’t often you got sent out for missions for SQ,usually helping back at base keeping things orderly and trying to go about your day. But after two or three missions had gone awry in one particular sector, 2B had pulled you aside and decided you were ready for more serious work.

You weren’t entirely made for the normal run and gun missions most of the grunts working under SQ were sent out on, fortunately this was something different and surprisingly well fit for what you were able to do. You never cared for guns much, you never really learned to use them outside of extreme emergencies..Instead you preferred other weapons, but considering everyone else preferred guns you were mostly out of luck.

Which was why 2B had introduced you to the odd secrets of the Magiturge, or simply put, magic of some sort. Surprisingly you were pretty good at it and picked it up faster with each passing day. Which is what landed you where you were now.

Doc had asked you and a few others to do some basic recon on a newly made group called "PrivSec". The most common knowledge was that they were generally a security business of sorts. You only knew about them faintly, they worked alongside Nexus and a few other mostly shady businesses that wanted to keep the public eye from looking too closely at their going ons.

They hired anyone willing to work and had a rather high turnover rate, which wasn't surprising since most who seemed to sign on were bandits and just about anyone desperate enough to risk dying in a gunfight. They looked fairly similar to MERC but a bit more organized on the surface.

You were sent to sneak into one of the bigger branch buildings with a teammate. The two of you were supposed to stay low profile and grab any info you could without setting off alarms if possible.

Unfortunately you couldn't just walk in given your..strange appearance compared to most other grunts. So that's where your new lil magical hobby came into play.

It took several tries and tests but you managed to perfect an invisibility charm of sorts for yourself. No one would be able to catch you if they couldn't see you to begin with. Your teammate on the other hand knew how to make herself non imposing to others, making them just assume she worked there.

Shadowing her through the front doors you broke apart, wishing each other good luck and starting on your separate missions.

Watching her wander off for a moment you stepped aside from the direct stream of busy working grunts to survey things before heading out yourself. Being invisible you felt relaxed for the moment, eyeing the few low ranking banditos stationed at the front of the building and nearby the front desk.

Among them however was a figure that made you pause briefly. A taller than normal cowboy in a faded denim long coat. SQ had made it grievously clear to avoid him and his twin counterpart at all costs..You remember his name was Jericho right?

He was currently talking with two stressed looking grunts in suits near the front desk, and curiosity got the better of you as you quietly made your way forward to listen in.

"I know y'all are worried bout them hoodlums from SQ muckin around these days but don't worry! Me n tha lads here know how ta keep things in order, I promise ya."

"Well Ranger Jericho that is what we pay you for! We've already had SEVERAL close calls with our sister branches, we absolutely cannot handle another break in. Nexus is already on our throats to reclaim what was stolen last month.."

"I know that, I got a crack team hunting loose ends down as we speak..y'all can rest easy knowin my boys are on that case. N I personally won't let anyone or anythin slip past me."

As he spoke his eyes moved to fall squarely on you for a moment, making you jolt for a second…There's no way he could see you…right?

"Hey easy there with that shortstack, y'all need a hand?"

You turn to see a grunt with several large packages shakily stacked atop one another just about to crash into you and the corner of the front desk. Moving aside quickly as Jericho stepped in to lend a hand you let out a quiet sigh of relief..You were still safe, he was just helping a very over encumbered worker..He didn't seem too bad, just if you weren't breaking the law you figured.

Shrugging to yourself you slipped away from the group to sneak into the elevators and catch a ride to the next floor and start your mission properly.

The second floor was quiet and somewhat dimly lit, you did come in fairly close to closing time afterall. The less people to deal with the smoother your end of the mission would go. Your partner however was working on a bit of a time limit and would finish up just in time for the building to close if things went alright.

Walking quietly down the long hallway you stopped now and again to peek into darkened rooms and rifle through files, taking a few here and there that held promise. You needed all delivery schedules and rosters the most, but account information and the like helped just as much you figured. If SQ could take supplies and recruits from Privsec, they'd start to fall apart from the inside out with time.

You weren't in any rush, you had all night to grab what you needed. And considering no one was up here yet you were relaxed while you worked.

Eventually you reached the last room on this floor.. ironically it seemed to be Jerichos office of all things. You were certain anything important would be here, the lights were off and door unlocked..for a Ranger he was very trusting of his co-workers.

Sneaking inside you closed the door quietly and pulled out your small flashlight to have a look around. The room itself was shockingly big..well given how damn big the owner was you supposed he needed a room to match his stature.

The desk was impressively built, it came up just below your chest, you searched it quickly only to come up with nothing to note sadly..Eyeing the large set of locked file cabinets next you moved to start picking them open one by one.

You weren't exactly skilled at picking locks of any kind but using a tiny bit of your magic to force it kinda counted as lock picking right? The tiny bright flashes lit up the darkened room around you almost playfully now and then, kind of like mini fireworks.

The first file cabinet held a rather bulky looking folder with several oddly coded texts inside…Well Doc did say grab anything that looked of interest and judging by all the weird symbols several documents held this was something alright. You moved to place it on the desk behind you when something caught your eye.

The office door was wide open, and you distinctly remember closing it behind you when you came in several minutes ago. Just as panic was starting to rise up the back of your throat you sensed something..or someone behind you.

But before you could even bother to turn around a very warm and heavy weight settled itself against your back, pinning you to the desk and then some. Warmth slowly bloomed over you as the stranger behind you squished you further into their gut as they settled against you and the desk. Large clawed hands lazily found their place at either side of you, trapping you in place before the owner spoke up at last.

"Might be a good idea for y'all ta drop yer lil cloakin charm right now before I start ta get a might bit angry."

The dark tone in his voice clearly stated he wasn't in the mood for fooling around, how he caught you without making a damned sound was unnerving enough right now. You dropped the charm as asked and hesitantly looked up as best you could at your captor.

Jerichos glasses seemed to glow in the faint light coming from the hallway, making him much more menacing looking as he stared down at you still pinned between his stomach and his desk. As he got a good look at you his glare softened before turning into a look of interest. Your blue outfit and matching bandanna got a soft smile out of him for a moment.

"Well now my sneaky lil bluebird, mind explainin why yer sticking yer nose inta things that don't concern y'all?"

If it wasn't for the fact he was more or less leaning halfway onto you and pressing you into his oversized gut, you'd mouth off about being called a bluebird of all things..But given that you were pinned by someone possibly two feet bigger than you who was very much dangerous to be around, you found your voice dying in your throat looking up at him.

"Hm, cat got yer tongue eh? Well why don't we fix that? Since y'all made tha mistake of fooling around in my damn office of all things….I think I'll have a bit of fun with ya."

"W-wait, hang on."

"Oh so ya did have a voice after all eh? Guess that'll make things easier. While I am a bit displeased with ya, I will apologize for this next bit..I know sudden shifts tend ta make a few folks sick."

"What? Wait no, please jus-"

You felt something lurch all around you..like you were being pulled backwards without even moving a muscle. The world tilted in ways you weren’t entirely sure were possible, the entire ordeal was starting to make everything go black at the edges of your vision. The brief pain of being pinned to the desk vanished and you felt yourself fall for a second or two before landing on a hard and cold surface. You hear..as well as felt Jericho hum to himself, satisfied with whatever he just did to you.

"There we go, much better. Sit tight while I get tha lights real quick."

Jericho sounded suddenly so much louder now, you felt him moving more than anything, distant tremors rattling your frame as a distant realization came slamming into you just as the light flicked on and blinded you.

Yelping softly you clapped your hands over your eyes for a moment, senses going on high alert you noticed Jericho hadn't moved yet..

When you removed your hands and opened your eyes you knew why immediately. You were stranded on his desk, now no bigger than a damned doll if not smaller..As for the one responsible he now towered over you at the doorway, grinning down at you as he waited for your situation to hit home.

"Well ain't ya just tha cutest that size? Lookin round like a lil lost bunny..Was wonderin what y'all were up ta when ya slipped in earlier..N now I know."

"W..wait you knew I was here from the start? H-how??"

How the hell did he spot you?? You tested your charm thoroughly before even stepping foot in this building..Jericho laughed at your reaction for a moment before gently tapping his glasses with a clawed finger, giving you a devilish smile.

"Can't outfox a fox sugar~ These glasses just ain't for looks, Atticus n I are fairly skilled at magiturge practices ourselves..Made these lil beauties ta help spot things that ain't quite right..Saw ya sneakin in from tha start n just decided ta play dumb n see what trouble y'all would get inta before steppin in."

So your mission was a failure from the get go…great. That meant if anything your partner was also doomed for capture as well if she wasn't careful. You backed away from the large stack of files..and tried to keep some semblance of space between you and Jericho, who hadn't stopped smiling at you since this all began. The longer you eyed that grin of his the more dread you felt in your stomach.

"..I guess that's why you shrank me too..? To teach me a lesson not to go where I shouldn't?"

"Sorta..but mostly just so I can have a bit of fun getting info outta ya, cute lil thing like yerself I just couldn't resist."

You paled a bit listening to him, you needed to run..or at least get away before he could get his hands on you. Eyeing your surroundings you could only try running towards the back of the desk.. hopefully the fall wouldn't hurt.

Jericho seemed to have other ideas about you making a run for it, a soft tsk reached your ears before you saw a hand looking out to grab you.

"I ain't blind my lil dear, ain't gonna do ya any good ta try n run from me now. C'mere n lets have a nice lil chat just tha two of us."

Backing up you tried to at least dodge the oncoming hand looming over you, ignoring the squeaking gasp that escaped you in your growing panic. In the back of your mind you knew it was a useless attempt, but hey who could blame you for trying anyways?

You felt the warmth seconds before you felt Jerichos hand reach you, in your efforts to try and get away you stumbled just for a moment, which he took full advantage of to knock you over. The air in your lungs was gently but firmly pressed out of you as the massive hand came down to pin you firmly to the desk. You could still breathe easily but trying to wiggle free at all proved fruitless.

“Now now, I jus got finished sayin there ain’t a point in runnin..Now lookit ya, tiny lil thing, I am gonna get some answers outta my lil bluebird or we’re gonna be here all night. If ya behave for me, I might even let ya go with a warnin. That is, if y’all behave n stop tryin ta run on me.”

“F-fine..fine I’ll behave..just stop squishing me so much already, your hands heavy!”

That at least got a laugh out of him, and the hand did move…only to be replaced by one finger as your tormentor shifted to take a seat behind his desk, forcing you to roll onto your back and look up and up and up into that smug grinning face..Something about him was making your face heat up and you hated it, unfortunately he seemed to notice this and leaned in while shifting to scoop you up between two fingers.

“Aw now ain’t that just tha most darlin lil thing..y’all light up like a lil light onna christmas tree~”

“S-shut up, just ask your questions and stop manhandling me so much please!”

He shifted to prop his head on a hand, elbow settling on the desk below while you were unfortunately moved so much closer towards that damned smug face. You really didn’t like the way he smiled at you, it made your stomach flip and seize up being caught like this.

“Aw c’mon sweetheart, I’m bein gentle with ya..Better treatment I give most lil thieves that I catch sneakin round my office. Ya actin like I’m bout ta snap ya up like some big ol’evil beast or somethin..”

“..W-well I don’t know what you have planned for me so of course I’m scared! You were already big enough as it is before you did this! Couldn’t you ask your questions with me being my normal size??”

“Well I could, but y'all might try n make a run for it my frightened lil bluebird. Better ta keep ya close at hand..Tell ya what though, y'all cooperate with me I'll let ya go with just a lil warnin like I said earlier..sound good?"

You gave him a very skeptical glare..which didn't exactly do much since he was still grinning at you being held fast between two or three of his fingers. You didn't trust him but you honestly had no choice here it seemed.

"..maybe, you promise to let me go afterwards?"

"Course! I'll let ya go right on yer way..all ya gotta do is play nice n I'll send ya on yer way right where ya gotta go."

"…fine, not like I can say no anyways."

You couldn't help but pout a tiny bit as he grinned somehow even bigger at you agreeing, feeling like you got yourself into deep trouble now as he started with some very simple questions. Knowing Doc would have your ass if you gave away info so easily to PrivSec…you decided to lie and only offer out half truths. He didn't ask you to be truthful, only to give information.

Several long minutes of questions and mild teasing later he seemed very satisfied with the info you gave him. He sat back in his chair, bringing you up along for the ride as he got comfortable once more. You didn't like how he had just casually manhandled you the entire time, like some personal fidget toy or something. You swatted a few times at his hand to get him to stop, only earning you a deep laugh and a half apology before he continued your line of questions..Frankly you were tired of it and wanted to leave. Your face still felt warm even now, you hated how he seemed to pick up on what made you flounder and fluster..You just wanted to leave and have nothing else to do with Jericho after today.

"Alright my lil bluebird I think that'll do me for now..Thank ya kindly my dear for being such a good sport for me for so long. I think I'm ready ta let ya go on yer way now."

"Alright cool..you gonna change me back to normal first right? I can't get home being this small.."

"Oh don't worry, it'll fix itself in due time my dear. Let's get ya goin where yer needed most."

"..why are you saying it like that..? Wait..wait what are you doing? Hey! HEY."

Instead of setting you down on the desk or floor he was bringing you far too close to his face..and opening his mouth up far too wide for your liking, making you yell and thrash in his grip. You knew something had been wrong from the start and now you were going to pay for not trying to run sooner.

"Well I said I'm gonna let ya go~”

He seemed to pause if only for a brief second to reach up with his free hand and gently cup your legs between two fingers, taking your shoes off with an odd level of gentle care before resuming bringing you back up towards his mouth. The weird action makes you go silent for the duration, mind focusing on the strange sensation of massive fingers gently encompassing each of your legs in turn to slip your shoes off and place them out of sight somewhere below. The moment the action is completed however, you snap out of whatever silence you slipped into to resume yelling at him, the action making him snort slightly in amusement.

“You didn’t say fuckall about outright eating me!! Put me down on the desk or something. I didn't agree to being your meal damnit!”

“Fraid ya did, y’all agreed ta me lettin ya go after we were done..Not my fault y’all didn’t quite ask for specifics here before we got started. Sides, y’all are still a lil sneak thief and I ain’t bout ta let that go. Y’all will get ta go home..after I’m done with ya that is~”

He seemed tickled at your angry thrashing and complaining, shifting to dangle you above his wide open mouth with another soft chuckle. You didn’t really appreciate being lied to so blatantly, or getting a very good look down his throat. Cursing up a storm at him to let you go, your voice shot up several octaves as he suddenly lets you freefall the last few inches onto his outstretched tongue and into his mouth with a screech of alarm.

You did not want to be in here, in a mouth of all goddamned things. Twisting around you tried to frantically climb back out, even risking grabbing Jerichos bottom front teeth to try and wrench yourself out.

All your efforts however only served to make him laugh, deep baritone voice rattling the empty space in your lungs and down to your very bones for a few good seconds. You let out an angry shout as you felt yourself being carefully shifted, hands being pried loose from their hold as his tongue easily scooped you up and back, forcing you to watch the world before you get cut off with a soft click of teeth.

Sealed away in hot humid darkness and now more or less powerless against Jericho, he took his sweet time tasting you. Gently rolling you about in his mouth with a happy hum or two, seemingly very satisfied with your taste as your angry ranting and fighting slowly began to weaken with time.

You only tried to fight a bit more urgently when you felt him shift to swallow you down at last, trying to blindly grab onto something to prevent your descent. Everything you tried to grab proved to be too slick to keep a grip on, forcing a frustrated and soft wail from you as you felt his throat grab firmly onto your legs and pull you down.

Forced into the unbearable warmth and pulled down along the strong muscles of his throat, you felt something from the outside follow your descent for a few seconds or so. It felt like an eternity was passing by as you slid down deeper, but you knew it was likely only a few scant seconds before the vice-like grip you were in suddenly fell away.. You landed on your back with a grunt of surprise..you were in his damned stomach like he wanted at last. It wasn’t exactly spacious or cramped..somewhere in the middle. You felt your new space shift and sigh as Jericho let out a long contented breath once you were settled in his belly at last. Hearing the world around you breathe and hum happily was..something.

That of course did not mean you were going to stay settled. After a moment of letting your situation hit home you forced yourself up shakily to your feet and proceeded to pound on the warm slick walls with all you could, yelling at your captor angrily to let you go. You tried to ignore how everything just seemed to want you to sink into its warm slippery folds, tried to ignore all the sounds going on around you now.

All your efforts seemed to do was make him let out a soft burp or two, quickly followed by a belly shaking laugh which knocked you on your ass.

“Land sakes darlin, yer a lil pistol in there ain’t ya? Won’t do ya any good though I’m afraid, I’ve kept worse in there..though none that tasted as sweet as y’all I’ll admit. Just settle down in there, y’all be fine. Jus let ol’Jeri here take care of yer sentence sweetpea, alright?”

“NO! I want out!! This isn’t fuckin faiiiir! ….please? I don’t wanna be food..I don’t want this..I’m sorry okay? Please just let me back out..please.”

Jericho sighed again..poor thing was sounding so upset, but laws were laws and the dear needed to learn that. He rubbed at the spot he could feel them pressed against for a moment, offering some comfort if he could. It tore him up sometimes how distressed and upset some folks really could get.

“Listen darlin, I know it’s a bit scary but y’all knew what y’all was doin was wrong. And this is y’alls punishment. I’m a man of morales and principals first and foremost..but I can tell y’all it won’t hurt. Jus be good for me in there alright?”

He could feel them still put up a bit of a fuss, much weaker than before at least. They eventually settled down like everyone else he jailed, he’d take good care of em though. They were a rather fun lil treat, tasted oddly refreshing he thought to himself..He’d have to keep an eye out for the lil hooligan, not that they were hard to miss looking like they did.

He’d be sure to give em an extra sweet send off, to make up for lying to them a little bit. Couldn’t help just playing around with em, so something sweet before they woke up would do..He could already picture their face lighting up that pretty shade of blue now.

Made him just want to do it all again~

#extreme cuddling #g/t vore #mawdness combat #g/t writing #fatal vore #implied digestion #the twins jeri n atty #fatal vore with gentle reformation #mawedness combat #g/t

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 5 years ago

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Humans Are Space Orcs, “The Press.”

I have been wanting to do this for a while. Commander Vir deals with fame, and the good and bad parts of it. I hope you like, sorry I am so late today :)

“Why exactly am I back on earth? My tour doesn’t end for another six months, and we were just getting ready for our first exploratory mission since before the burg war.”

“Look, commander, I understand this isn’t what you thought you were signing up for, but since the movie dropped recruitment has Gone up 45% and another 20% after merchandising, we need to get on this quick,”

He sighed

“Besides, you will only be touring one or two weeks. That’s one or two weeks paid vacation while you talk to celebrities, pose for pictures, and maybe do a press conference or two. Bring along a couple of friends to keep you company and it won’t be that bad.”

“Alright, alright, I get it, but I’m not a dancing monkey. I didn’t sign up for this, and it’s not going to becoming a thin.”

“Yes commander, now The UNSC is taking you first. You are their poster child after all, and they want your face on the recruiting posters .”

“Very well, ma’am.”

***

Wednesday, June 3

“This is good work commander, but we are going to bring in an expert to make it just right.”

Commander Vir stood in an empty hanger bay surrounded by reflective panels, directional lights and a multitude of camera equipment. Sunny and Krill were playing a guessing game he had taught them earlier in the day to keep them occupied, and Waffles -- his dog -- was curled up by one of the set technicians taking a nap.

“An expert?”

“Yes, we’re bringing in one of the guys who used to be a guard in Arlington. The uniform looks good, but is it perfect?”

The answer to that question was answered simply few minutes later

He was a slob, a big fat slob who didn’t know how to properly wear his socks. The guy even whipped out a tape measure to determine the exact distance that a pin should be placed from the crease in his collar.

Commander Vir didn’t see the difference on the small scale, but in aggregate, he found that the difference was actually quite startling. He blinked, “Wow.”

“Excellent, now, we’re going to have you stand over here while we adjust the lights, and then when we give you the cue we want you to follow the order to a T. We will have parade rest attention, present at attention and then contemplatively looking off into the distance. We will have someone with a marker to tell you where to look.”

“Stare contemplatively off into the distance. I don’t remember learning that one.”

“Ahh we got a smartass.”

He stepped into place doing as the cameraman ordered, trying to look serious and imposing as directed, though Sunny and Krill had decided to make faces in the background. He actually did loose it at some point as Sunny started doing some weird improvised dancing in the background while krill stood there like it offended his sensibilities.

Eventually they got what he wanted, and they showed him some of the prototypes.

There were a few that he liked but only because they looked like vintage movie posters from some badass naval war movie.

Thursday, June 4

The three of them walked into the studio watching as bodies flowed past them hurrying off in all directions. Obviously their presence caused quite a stir, and Adam thought he recognized a few faces peering from the crowd, other movies stars and celebrities, but he couldn't be sure what he was seeing. And then there were the women, and men who hurried about, tall, statuesque like greek gods given life, with jaws so sharp they could cut paper, and pouty lips under wide dark eyes.

Looking at them and then at himself, well, he felt like a dump truck next to a sports car.

Sunny on the other hand didn’t seem impressed, “I could snap them in half…. Like twigs.”

“Fighting isn’t the point Sunny, they’re just supposed to be hot.”

Krill eyed them, “Their single job is to profess the perfect mating standard?”

“Ur yeah, I guess.”

Krill snorted, Sunny shook her head ,’ What is the point of being hot if you’re also useless besides you don’t look all that different.”

He rolled his eyes. Leave it to an alien not to be able to tell what super hot humans looked like.

“I’m serious,” Sunny insisted, “You’re as tall as most of them, and more muscular than some of them, and you have a cool eye patch, so that means you win.”

He couldn’t help but smile shaking his head, “Alright, Alright, I’ll shut up.”

At that moment a woman appeared from nowhere and held out a hand, “Commander! So glad you could come, so glad.” She looked him up and down with a frown.”

“That bad huh?”

“Nothing a little wardrobe and makeup can’t fix.” She announced clapping her hands together and motioning others over as he frowned.

He frowned.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing “

“Do I tell you how to do your job commander, no, now over to wardrobe .”

He blinked in surprise, “Ok, yes ma’am.”

He found himself sidling over to where racks and racks of clothing was hanging suddenly surrounded by the tall, statuesque people with their big eyes and pouty lips. While they were busy looking hot, he got nervous and nearly knocked over an entire rack of clothing, blushed till he was beat red, and then decided after this was all over he was going to bury himself under a rock and die.

He was mostly ignored for like twenty minutes until someone walked over, “Commander,” He was a portly little man with hair dyed frost white though his roots were growing in black. The man grabbed him by the hand and dragged him across the room, “Alright, alright, what do we have.”

He looked him over prodding t his shoulders and arms, making him turn in a circle, “Not bad, not bad at all. I can work with this. Tell me commander formal, or casual.”

“Uh casual?”

“Exactly what I was thinking! The provincial small town man feel. I like it.”

“Well I mean ok…” the little man grabbed him aggressively by the arm and pulled him around to a rack of clothing. In the end he had a pair of jeans black boots a black T-shirt and a brown leather jacket.

He frowned, “I hate to point this out, but this is literally what I am wearing.”

“No it isn’t. Yours is frumpy and sloppy and ours will make you look acceptably rugged.”

He frowned not sure if he was supposed to be offended or not, “And where am I supposed to change.”

“Right here.”

“Right here!’

“Commander, these are models, they show their bodies off for a living, none of them need a changing room, so take a leaf out of their book and stop worrying.”

This was worse than a high school locker room. Humans had never reached light speed, but he was pretty sure he at least broke the sound barrier while pulling on the new pants.

When he walked back over pulling on his jacket sunny and Krill had made themselves comfortable in a couple of the stage crew chairs, “What are you so nervous about, you looked fine.” Sonny said looking down at her implants to change music.

“You were watching me>”

“Was I not supposed to do that.”

He felt himself turn a nice shade of cherry red, “No!.”

She shrugged, “Whatever.”

Krill just shook his head, “You forget that neither of us wear clothes, so we do not understand your issues.”

He sighed, “Nudists.” He muttered walking towards the set, though he was immediately diverted by another person who led him over to a set of chairs and mirrors. He was pushed down into a seat and spun around and an aggressive group of stylists moved in on him. This is honestly not what he had expected when he joined the army.

He was even less impressed when they started to stick brushes in his face causing him to blink and his eyes to itch. Someone wetted down his hair and put product in it that smelled like strawberries, which, honestly he wasn’t entirely annoyed about.

From there he was finally let go and walked onto another photo set, though this one had way more lightning, way more cameras and way more props.

And of course like the awesome badass commander that he was, he stood there like a complete idiot as stiff as a board, caught like a deer in the headlights. The photographer seemed more than a little annoyed at his inability to look like anything other than sasquatch caught on a hunting camera.

“Relax.”

“This is kind of out of my element.”

“Being capture by aliens and going on space walks where you might suffocate, and you cant relax enough to take a picture.”

“To be fair, no one sees me when I am doing badass stuff, so I don’t have the social pressure of preforming well.”

They tried some more.

They told him he was smiling awkwardly, or like he was being threatened at gunpoint.

It wasn’t until Sunny started doing stupid dances behind the camera-man, again that the photographer finally started to like what he was seeing. Every time he turned to look at what Vir was smiling at, Sunny would stop dancing trying to look all innocent.

That just made him laugh.

At some point one of the people had a great idea to involve waffles, and -- like the good girl that she was -- she promptly stole the spotlight, which he was totally cool with.

Photoshoots were definitely not his thing.

He was about 100 percent sure when the photos came out they would look like his last middle school yearbook picture.

Even thinking about it made him grimace.

Friday, June 5

“And please help me to welcome our next special guest, Commander Adam Vir of the UNSC.”

His legs felt like jelly, and it took sunny nudging him to finally get him moving onto the stage. He wondered if people could tell just how bad his legs were shaking.

And there was a twitching going on in his right cheek that he just couldn't stop.

He wanted to go back to the hotel and watch dumb TV With Sunny while krill complained about the medical inaccuracies.

But here he was listening to clapping and cheering from an assembled studio crowd. He was sure he was going to do something massively stupid, like trip off the stage, or rip his pants or forget his own name, or something.

The host stood up, he was blanking on their name right now though he knew they were ridiculously famous.

He shook hands with them.

“So glad you could come commander.”

“A pleasure to be here.” He responded robotically hoping that his smile was at least somewhat convincing.”

He took a seat on the couch, resting a hand against his shaking right leg.

He was going to puke.

“So, i Heard you have been on tour for the past two days, how are you enjoying the celebrity circuit.”

He rubbed his hands against his legs, “Do you want the real answer or the fake one?”

“Lets hear the real one.”

“Er, well it turns out I am really bad at…. Pretty much everything that’s not captaining a ship. Yesterday I did a photoshooot where I am ninety percent sure I looked like an awkward cryptid most of the time. People are going to be looking at those photos and wondering in what swamp they found me.”

There was laughter from the crowd.

He wasn’t entirely sure if that was funny or not.

“I am sure they aren’t as bad as all that.”

He shook his head, “Pretty sure my face was like this…” He raised his hands making a wide-eyed shocked expression that had the crowd laughing again.”

The host smiled, “Commander, Forgive me for asking, but how old are you.”

He smiled sheepishly, “Um, lets just say too young and leave it at that.”

“I was sort of under the impression that commanders and admirals were….”

“Old wrinkly dudes?”

“Yeah.”

He rubbed the back of his head, “That’s mostly true, the reason I got this position has to do with my experience with extra terrestrials.”

“I’ve heard rumors that you have aliens on board your ship. Is that true.”

“Those shouldn’t be rumors, that is entirely true. We have a twenty….three person Drev clan, a Vrul medical officer, a starborn, and some miscellaneous others.”

A muttering from the crowd, “But you were part of the Drev war, and Operation Steel eye. How did an entire Drev clan end up on your ship?”

He shrugged, “The story is complicated, but the long and short of it is, I made friends with some Drev after the war, and they adopted me into the clan.”

“Can we…. See, the prosthetic I mean” He held up his hands, “Not to be disrespectful.”

He shrugged, “sure.” Reaching down and tugging up his pant leg so the bright blue carapace glittered in the bright studio lights.

The man leaned closer, “Wow…. What…. What is that?”

“Drev carapace.” He dropped the pant leg.

“Why?”

“That is actually the reason I am adopted. A drev has to give you a gift that contains a piece of their own armor, so my best friend made this for me some time ago.”

They talked about that for a little while. They talked about the war, they talked about his first moment on an alien planet.

“I was actually on the original mission to land on Proxima b. I was the shuttle pilot behind Captain Kelly, though I don’t know how many people knew that.

There was a murmuring around the room.

“I know it was broadcasted live, but luckily the cameras were pointed away because when I was getting out of the shuttle, my foot slipped on the stairs.” The crowd gasped and giggled, “And I face planted right onto the surface.”

More laughing.

“That is my legacy, the first man to take a nose dive on an alien planet.”

“I would say that your legacy contains a lot of strange instances. There are reports that you recently escaped from kidnapping by a prodigum by… Singing? How did that work?”

He rubbed the back of his head, “Well that is… that is.” he laughed nervously, “Yes that is a thing that happened. I and my friend Sunny were captured by a criminal overlord for entertainment in his little criminal syndicate. They had cages lined all along the ceiling and inside them were other humans. Turns out the Prodigum react to human singing like a drug, so I was asked to sing, luckily for me one of the woman in the other cage was a voice coach, so a few days of starving and being miserable, she taught me how to sing properly, or a little more properly, and then I sang a super sad song, distracted everyone long enough for y friend to escape and call for help.”

Gasping and more laughter around the room.

“Wow…. Your life….”

“Reads like a strange cartoon doesn’t it.”

From the crowd, “Sing for us!.”

The call was taken up a few more times.

He shook his head, “No no no, no I am not going to sing on international television. I have embarrassed myself enough this week.”

“You now commander, you wouldn’t want to disappoint the public.”

He could feel the heat rising into his face as the rest of the crowd took up the chant.

He tried to protest, but that didn’t seem to be working.

Eventually he held up his hands “Ok, ok, but if my voice cracks…. Just don’t laugh.”

“And you were without accompaniment.”

He sighed, “Yeah it was a Capella. They didn’t exactly give me a soundtrack.” he stood taking a few deep breaths and humming to himself. His legs were shaking even worse than before.

He rubbed his hands nervously together.

The studio went very quiet.

He felt sweat trickling down his back between his shoulder blades.

He took a deep breath and….

His voice came out loud and clear, though it quivered slightly. He tried to shore it up as he continued, taking deeper breaths trying to get more control. He tried to find that place where he had been back in the cage. The sort of hopeless anguish he had tried to convey. His voice did quake a few times, but he was ok with that.

At least he didn’t do something super stupid like fall off the stage.

He cut it off hallway because his legs were shaking so bad, he thought that any worse might cause him to fall over.

The crowd began to clap as he collapsed back into his seat taking a deep breath.

“Wow, that is pretty impressive for someone who says they don’t sing. Bet the person who wrote that didn’t think it would be used to escape alien kidnappers.”

“Whatever it was, it worked. But” he lifted his hand, “I’m shaking so bad right now.”

The man shook his head, “That form someone who doesn’t shake when he flies jets at thousands of miles per hour.”

He smiled, “The jet isn’t going to judge me if my voice cracks. I think you will find aliens and airplanes are a lot less scary than humans. Don’t get me wrong humans are great , you guys just scare me half to death.”

Saturday, June 6

A flight demonstration over the beach, which was pretty good

Sunday, June 7

Dinner with a few important famous people

Monday, June 8

Dinner with some politicians.

Tuesday, June 9

He visited some UNSC bases up and down the western coastline talking to servicemen and visiting some other people

Wednesday June, 10

The magazines came out, and they actually managed to make him look pretty good to his surprise, though he was pretty sure the picture had been taking while Sunny was doing something with her hips that Drev hips had not been designed for, which eventually made him laugh so hard he had choked.

Thursday, June 11

This was his last day, and he had one more press conference to attend, than he could go home. He was wearing his formal uniform, captain’s cap, cords, gloves and everything else. There were at least ten microphones on the lectern in front of him, and a crowd of reporters below. Lights blinded his eyes.

Behind his back, the UNSC flag outlined him in bright blue.

He was getting ready for more questions about the Burg war or wearing the steel eye armor.

He nodded to one of the reporters in the front.

“Commander, do you want to explain to us why, on UNSC time you were reported as supporting an LFIL protest when you were supposed to be acting as neutral crowd control.”

He felt the blood drain right out of his face.

He was not ready for this.

Inside his brain went blank. He stammered for a second, suddenly feeling like a little kid giving a class presentation while all eyes stared at him. More cameras flashed, “I…. I was doing what I thought…. Needed to be done to keep the protest civil.”

“That was not your job!”

More yelling until the crowd was shushed, “Look, the GA wasn’t seeing any of their representative. I simply explained their side of the story to the GA, and they decided to lift the ban on their own.”

“Directly going against the policies of the UNSC was a gross breach of your contract commander, and we are all having a hard time understanding why you have not been disciplined for it.”

“You have no idea what is on y contract. My job is to foster peace throughout the galaxy, and THAT is what I did.”

“Some people see it as a direct attack on our way of life. You are helping spread disease poor moral values throughout the galaxy.”

He felt his face burning, “What makes you think their relationships have anything to do with you NONE of them live on earth or on Mars. They do not interact with you, they do not bother you, they do not THINK about you. And no they are not spreading disease because every person who leaves earth receives a full disease panel. You are more likely to have communicable diseases than they are.”

Uproar.

He shouldn't have said that.

“You are spreading extrial propaganda, and now that you are the face of the UNSC you are having an impact on our children, so t is your duty to uphold the values of the Human public.”

His hands were gripping white onto the lectern, “It is my job to uphold MY values and if the UNSC doesn’t like what I am doing they will fire me, so that is none of your concern.”

“Commander Vir, are you an extrail.”

The room went very silent suddenly. His heart was hammering in his chest.

“You are out of line. My personal life whatever it may entail has no bearing on my work, so you will either ask me professional questions or we are done here.”

“But you haven't denied it!” Someone else shouted.

“That question doesn't deserve an answer either way. If i tell you, that means I am justifying myself to you, which I have no desire to do, and if I were to confirm the other way, I would be bringing a personal issue into a political light, which would also be inappropriate. Either way I will not answer you. Unless there are any more questions that involve my work and not my personal life…”

He wouldn’t budge forcing them to change the subject.

His hands were shaking again, but this time it was out of anger. He had to breathe very slowly to keep himself calm enough.

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Headlines

Commander Vir Extrail or Normal

SCANDAL: UNSC’s Golden boy involved with aliens?

Press conference turns to barbed comments.

LFIL Propaganda

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targaryenimagines · 5 years ago

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Fractured: Part One

Daenerys Targaryen x Fem!Lannister!Reader

Word Count: 3,874

Summary: You have known for quite some time that Westeros was in dire need of help. You just didn't know how soon that need for help would arrive. Or how catastrophic the circumstances would be to cause it.

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Note: I have shifted some things in canon to better compensate with this story. I hope that's alright with all of you, and everything regarding that will be explained throughout the series.

Tagged: @schroedingershund

Oh how the mighty have fallen, your mind scoffs as you stare at the decrepit wooden surface in front of you. You could see every minute imperfection as if it was laid bare for your eyes only. That every fissure and crack was specifically put there so you would be able to gaze upon them. To keep your mind from the numbing spiral it had been begging to go in since you went into the carriage.

You could hear your uncle and Varys whispered conversation. Their words are a soft croon against the buzzing of your static filled mind. However even the softest of noise could become an insistent bother the longer you were exposed to it. A fact that you only became more aware of the longer you were exposed. Closing your eyes you try to ignore the throbbing of your head and the desolate beat of your heart.

You tried to ignore the memories that were surfacing the further away you got from Westeros.

Away from your home.

Nothing could stop the memories from festering however. Nothing could stop them from worming their way through your mind. Trapping you in an endless loop without any hope to escape. You could still remember the safety you felt in your mother’s arms and how quickly that had been ripped away. The betrayal on her face as you stood in front of your uncle, protecting him from Joffrey’s tyrannical rule. You remember the way her green eyes glazed over with grief as she stared at you. Her eyes dimmed to an almost jade color, so different from the emerald they normally were. The stark contrast had caused a shiver to run down your spine, because in that moment you weren’t mother and daughter staring at one another. You were two enemies finally revealing themselves to each other.

You could still remember the sight of your siblings staring at you with tear stricken faces. Tommen moved to approach you before he was stopped by Jaime. Myrcella simply sobbing as you were pulled away from her. Her hands reaching out to clasp yours before they too were ripped away. You could still remember the cold fury that had worked its way onto Joffrey’s face. His thirst for death and destruction had destroyed the very foundations of the Lannister family.

You could still remember the moment you knew your life was going to change. The feel of the wind on your body as you watched Ned Stark get beheaded. The pain in your chest at the sight, and sound, of his daughter's pain. A daughter that, you must admit, had become a great friend. You can still remember her painfilled sobs as her father’s body was tossed to the side. Little regard being shown to the greatest man you had ever met. The sight of Joffrey smirking cruelly at her and your mother doing nothing to stop him. It was a sight that had set everything into motion. It was a sight that had finally caused you to detach yourself from your family. From the horror that was Westeros. From the pain that the land constantly seemed to cause.

It was the sight that had caused you to denounce your claim to the throne.

For you know that you would never be able to do what you have been planning to do if you were the ruler. There would be too many eyes on you at all times to be able to get away with it, but if you stayed the princess? You would be able to come and go as you please while all eyes were on Joffrey. Even your mother didn’t notice that you were gone for the majority of the day. For if she did you know that you would have been in trouble long before now. A fact that filled you with a cold sense of dread, but you quickly shook it off. She was miles and miles away from you and you would probably never see her again. At least not for quite some time anyway.

Your plan was underway and nothing would stop you from completing it.

You were going to bring the Targaryen’s back to Westeros.

Even if it killed you in the process.

A thought that would normally cause fear to run down your spine, but only brought with it a grim determination. You refused to have the land, well the people, you love get destroyed by the ones that were supposed to be protecting them. You refused to stand aside as your family destroyed everything that Westeros used to stand for. You refused to be the good little princess that you had been expected to be for your entire life.

It was time to be like your namesake.

You wouldn’t be the sheep any longer. The lost little lamb searching for warmth and affection.

You were going to be the lioness that so many believed you could never be. It was time to bring Fire and Blood back to Westeros.

Even if you had to hear the lion roar in pain because of it.

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The heat of the sun on your back is stifling as you sit in the slow moving boat. Your body wedged against that of your uncles with your hands bound in front of you. The glare of the sun off the water almost making it impossible to see the man that sat before you. The man that had taken you captive in the first place. A man that held a name of some importance to you for it stirred the faint feeling of recollection. As if the man had made some impact in someone else's life, but you had only felt the ripples of said effects.

Jorah Mormont was an enigma to you in every single way. You know that he was a “spy” for Robert, and that he had defected after learning new things about his target. That same target now being yours, but you had no plans of ever deceiving her in any way. You need her on your side if your plan is going to work, and it’s only for the betterment of your country. For your people. They need a Targaryen to lead them because no one else can.

They need Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen as their queen, and you were going to make sure that it happened.

Your thoughts only cause your head to start aching more. A fact that doesn’t surprise you in the slightest.

Closing your eyes, to dull the pain, causes your other senses to compensate for the sudden loss. You could hear the soft whisper of the water against the hull. Feeling the give and take the water has with the vessel. Wanting to slow it down but the boat being too resistant to be hindered by the effort. You could smell the hint of ash in the air that still lingered from the ruins of Valyria around you. It was like incense with how powerful the scent became the longer you were in the confines of the once great nation. Even after the worst of it went away it still lingered all the same. Reminding you of its presence no matter where you were.

Opening your eyes you turn your gaze towards your uncle. His dual colored orbs meeting your emerald with unwavering devotion. He was the only family that you had left, at least the only family that wanted you. You can only muster up half a smile for him, and even then you’re sure that it’s a pitiful attempt, but the way his smile only grows causes your heart to warm. As long as you had him by your side you know that you would be okay, and that nothing would come to harm you.

You were about to speak when you heard the sounds of the air being disturbed above you. Without a second thought your gaze is turned towards the sky where a sight you would have never thought to see flies before you. A dragon, with scales the color of obsidian and blood, passes overhead with little regard to the humans below. Your breath catching as it passes underneath the sun and its scale glow ethereally.

When you were younger you always loved the stories that Tyrion would tell you about dragons, and the mighty power that was Valyria. How Aegon the Conqueror was able to do all that he did because of Balerion. The sheer might that the great behemoth had to impose on all those that stood between his rider and the throne. Now seeing what you were sure would be a great dragon once grown reminds you of all those stories. Of Aegon and his sister wives taking over the once divided country, and it gives you a new wave of hope. Because, there was no doubt in your mind on who that dragons rider was. You had no doubt that Daenerys Targaryen would do her ancestors proud, and do things they would never be able to do.

You had no doubt that she was what Westeros needed.

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Your muscles groan under the strain you were putting onto them. An ache beginning in the very bone as you continued moving, but you refused to stop. Refused to meet your uncle's concerned gaze as you continued to move down the dirt path. Even though your entire body was begging you to stop and rest, you refused. You were too close to your goal to stop now.

You know that if it were any other time then you would be admiring the architecture that surrounded you. You had always wanted to visit Essos and see first hand the beautiful architecture that had influenced Westeros.

But, it wasn’t any other time and you weren’t a wide eyed child anymore.

You feel your body tense at the hand that suddenly appears on your forearm. Fighting every instinct to throw it off and protect yourself. You know that it was only your uncle and that he was simply concerned, but you couldn’t get those things out of your mind. You weren’t sure you could even call them human. Not with the way they had been behaving with an almost psychotic frenzy. You could still feel the way the body had canted towards you. Its eyes a frenzied brown amid the gray that had taken over. So stark against the expanse of rotten skin that it had caused you to freeze. Your mind trying to connect the being that had been charging towards you with a human being. If it wasn’t for Jorah the beast would have grabbed you, touched you, and, with a shudder, you remember what happens to all those that are touched by a being with grayscale. Your only hope is that Jorah is all right, because you wouldn’t know what you would do if he got the disease because of you.

A soft voice breaks you out of your reverie, its tone filled with concern. “Maybe you should rest, little one.” You didn’t have to turn to know that your uncle was staring at you with a worried filled gaze. You know that he had every right to be worried, but you needed to keep going. Your people and your homeland depended on it.

“I’ll be fine, uncle, don’t worry about me,” you respond, after a beat of silence, hoping that your voice came out with the cool nonchalance you had been striving for.

You can tell that your uncle is about to speak once more, but you’re saved by Jorah’s gruff voice. “We should be arriving soon. You both remember the plan, right?”

Closing your eyes, you nod, and hold out your hands for the shackles. Your body is already stiff at the thought of being bound again. Remembering exactly what happened after the last time, but you don’t voice your fears. You know this needed to happen because you couldn’t appear to be a threat. You couldn’t seem like you were just waltzing into her territory, her domain. You had to be offered, like chattel, to show that your intentions were pure. You just hope that it wouldn’t end with your head on a spike.

“For what its worth, I’m sorry,” Jorah says, softly, as he chains you. The cool embrace of metal meeting your skin in a familiar hold. You can only muster up a strained smile in response, but it seemed to be enough to satisfy him. And, you have to remind yourself that he was in the same boat you were in. That he was trying to prove himself to Daenerys again, and this was one of the ways he can do so. You shouldn’t judge him too harshly on his actions because you aren’t sure you wouldn’t do the same.

He also saved your life. Don’t forget that, your mind whispers, and you internally scoff. Like you would forget the fact that he saved you. Saved you from a fate worse than death in some regards. You watch as the man moves to your uncle’s side. Both of them speaking in low voices that you couldn’t quite understand. You know that you should feel annoyed that you’re being left out of the loop but you couldn’t bring yourself to be. Whether it was because you were too tired or because you just didn’t care alludes to you, but you do know that you would be getting your answers soon.

You follow, without a word, as Jorah brings you to a tunnel that seems to have had its fair share of use. You could tell by the way the stone had weathered away by both the elements and footsteps. Unfortunately there was no escaping the odor that seemed to exude from it. Your nose wrinkles of its own accord when hit by the full presence of it. The smell of body odor and blood causes your stomach to churn. Bile making its way up your throat before you’re able to constrict it. Closing your eyes you try to reign in the nausea that the place invoked in you. You would have to get used to these smells. Even though you wanted nothing more than to scrub your skin raw as you felt them leaking into your pores. You didn’t want to even imagine how horrible you may smell.

Feeling a gentle tug on the chains binding your arms you open your eyes. Meeting Jorah’s gaze you can see the compassion he has for you, but you can also see the intent within the light blue too. Offering a small smile in return you begin to move down the hall. Your eyes watering slightly as the stench only grows worse, but you persevere because you were so close to your goal. You weren’t about to give up now because you couldn’t handle the scent of your surroundings.

From where you were standing you could hear the distant clangs of metal. The muffled sounds of men’s grunts and cries as metal met flesh. They were sounds that you were used to, but they were different all the same. Where in Westeros it was controlled, cordial, here the cries were barbaric. They were taunting, their intent clear.

Turning your head you could see the way your uncle was trying to process your new surroundings. His eyes travelling the length of the corridor and towards the sunlight you could see faintly streaming through the opening. The opening was where the sounds were spilling out from. Along with the barred window on the side of the corridor that allowed you to see what was happening.

The sounds didn’t prepare you for the sight of what you saw.

Men, of all shapes and sizes, were clashing together. Their bodies throwing themselves at each other with their blades brandished. Deep set snarls curling their mouths as they fought relentlessly. Bodies falling haphazardly on the ground, their blood getting lost amid the mud. You could see that a crowd of people were watching, cheering. Their eyes filled with a primal desire to see more bloodshed. Scanning the crowd you’re finally able to see the dais where the most important person in the crowd must sit.

Daenerys.

Even though you couldn’t see her you were well aware of her presence. She was like a beacon of light amid the crowd, and you were the moth. Drawn to the flame that only she could provide. To the comfort and warmth that she could give to Westeros. You just hope that by the end of this meeting you’re not one of the many bodies lying in the mud.

Feeling Jorah move beside you, you watch as she attaches your chains to the wall. The restriction causes your body to move towards the bench that lined the wall. Feeling the rough stone digging into you causes you to shift, but you make no sound of protest. You only watch as Jorah does the same to your uncle, and then he simply stares through the opening. Watching as man after man falls to the ground. Clearly waiting for the time that he would be able to approach his Khaleesi.

However, what you weren’t expecting was for Jorah to suddenly stiffen. His gaze sharpens as he watches the final match. A younger boy trying to crawl away from the lumbering man behind him. The desperation in his movement is a clear indicator for his want for survival. You barely have time to react before Jorah grabs the helmet that was resting beside your thigh and rushes out. Your uncle standing with clear outrage and panic, which you could understand. If Jorah were to die you were sitting ducks. There would be no one there to vouch for you, and you know that Daenerys would sooner kill you then hear you out. Especially when you were the child of the very man that had started a rebellion that killed her entire family. Meeting his gaze you know that you had to break the chains that were binding you both to the wall. You couldn’t just be led to your execution like prized chattel, if you were going to die you were going to go out with dignity. You were going to face your executioner head on. Better Daenerys than your mother.

Trying with all your might you search for something that could file down the chains. Your eyes search desperately around your surroundings. Hearing the sound of metal being shaved behind you causes your head to snap towards your uncle. Seeing a dagger in his hand causes a brief flash of amusement to dance through your eyes. Of course, your uncle would have a secret weapon just in case things went south. Hearing the sounds of the fight escalating causes your body to tense. You didn’t know how well Jorah was doing, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care that much. Not when your uncle's life was on the line. You watch silently as he tries to file through your chains, but without any luck. It would take days at the rate the metal was chipping away. A feeling of despair was slowly working its way through your body. Your mind flashing through everything that has brought you here. Every trial and tribulation that you had gone through to reach this goal.

Only to fail when you’re barely a few meters away from her, your mind taunts, and you can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut. Trying to stop the tears from forming, because now was not the time to cry. Hearing footsteps moving towards you causes your eyes to snap open. Your head whipping towards the source of the noise. You could feel the way your eyes widen at the sight of the man that stands before you. The way that your uncle stiffens behind you, and the way the chains tighten when he tries to move in front of you. The horror that fills your body as the man raises his sword above his head.

You brace yourself for the incoming attack, but are only met with the sound of shattering metal. The feeling of weightlessness on your wrists as the chains were cut free. Meeting the man’s gaze you could do nothing but nod in thanks. Something that you were sure your uncle mirrored, and without another thought you made your way towards the opening.

Reaching it you could hear the faint sounds of a conversation taking place. Before a fiery voice breaks through. “Get him out of my sight.”

You watch as men move to grab Jorah, and he desperately tries to shake them off. His eyes and words pleading with Daenerys to see reason. “Khaleesi, please, I just need a moment of your time. I brought you a gift. Two in fact.”

You could tell that things were about the head south if you and your uncle didn’t act fast. Moving out of the safety of the opening you make your forward. Acutely aware of your bound wrists and your uncle’s presence at your side. Your uncle speaking to break the stifling silence of the arena.

“It’s true. He has.”

Finally, you were standing in front of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. You could feel your heart pounding against your chest. The stories of her beauty didn’t do her justice. The white of her dress contrasted perfectly with her fair skin. Causing it to glow under the Essos sun. Her silvery-gold hair seemed to shine with an ethereal light. Framing her beautiful face and causing her cheekbones to stand out. Her violet eyes were cool and assessing as she stared at both you and your uncle. With bated breath you watch as she seems to deliberate on your sudden appearance.

“Who are you?”

The question was asked innocently enough, but the answers held the weight of a thousand suns. You watch as your uncle steps forward, making sure that he was in front of you, before answering.

“I am one of the gifts. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Grace. My name is Tyrion Lannister, and the beautiful lass behind me is my niece. The crown princess of Westeros.”

Utter silence falls after your uncle’s words, and you simply stand straighter because of it. While it may not be necessarily true anymore you would be damned if you would embarrass your uncle. You can see the way that Daenerys had stiffened at the news, and reveal of your birthright. Clearly seeing you as an adversary, and you know you didn’t want that. At all.

Stepping forward you begin to speak, lowering your head while doing so. Making sure that she was being shown the respect that she deserved. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Grace. I mean no harm to you or your claim on the Iron Throne. In fact I have come here to help you achieve that goal. The only question I have is will you let me?”

Looking up you’re met with steely violet, and a ball of dread forming in your gut. You know that you were putting your life into the hands of a wild card, but if it was for the betterment of Westeros? You would do it over and over again.

No matter what.

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tomsrebeleyebrow · 5 years ago

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hii, i love ur work!!!💞💞 btww could i request smt w/ tom x reader where they r both in quarantine w the boys and tom is always hanging out with them and the reader is sad but don't want to show it until tom asks her what's going on and then she snaps!!!☺️☺️fluff ending❤️❤️

A/N: oh nonnie, i felt quite inspired for that one?? 😗 but as you know, externalising your feelings is sometimes the best remedy so never hesitate, you’ll feel a bit better after ☺️🙏🏻 and talk about it!! as always, stay safe sweetheart 💖💗

‘Stay safe, Cheer up’ blurb event

SLIGHTLY ANGSTY BELOW (INSECURITY), SO BEWARE! (FLUFF ENDING)

You were bored. The lockdown was still going in the UK and after six weeks of being between four walls, time was passing by ever so slowly. But fortunately you were staying at Tom’s house with the boys, him asking you to join them to not be alone being a better idea than you staying alone in your apartment...

... is what you thought.

More than bored, now you were also getting slightly upset. What you first thought about sharing great and funny times with all the boys and catching up with Tom just vanished after the first week.

You felt alone, even when living all in the same house. Left in a corner to be by yourself most of the time. Even asking to join them during a simple game on the PlayStation became hard. And your shy nature was not helping at all as you just let it happen.

Today you were bored, and now pretty upset too.

As you sat cross-legged on yours and Tom’s bed, trying to deal with some college work on your laptop, Tom suddenly barged in the bedroom quite frantically.

“Babe! Have you seen the Marvel puzzle box?” Tom asked while he started to rummage through his wardrobe, “I need it for a video!”

You clicked your tongue, your eyes never leaving the screen. This was basically what 99% of your interactions with Tom were about: “have you seen this?” or “what do you think about that?” or “is that a great concept?”. You became a sort of adviser against your will.

“Don’t know, check around” you plainly said, fingers keeping their constant clinking on the keyboard.

Tom stoped and turned towards you, quite shocked with that answer.

“Uhm, that was... cold?” he said with raised eyebrows, a hand ruffling his hair.

You preferred to simply ignore him, focusing of your work as much as possible. That confused Tom even more. Actually he’s been noticing that recent attitude you were giving him, but not quite minding about it too much at first until his own friends started being aware of it too. Harrison already told him a few times to have talk with you, just to check but he never really did. And now, Tom was confronted to the situation itself and couldn’t ignore it. Something was going on.

“Babe, you’re alright?” your boyfriend questioned first, then proceeded as you gave him no reaction. “Are you mad about something? ... About me?”

“Ah!” you scoffed suddenly before closing your laptop rather violently, making Tom jump on the spot. “Finally my own boyfriend decided to ask how I am doing, like a civilised person. Or should I refer to you as Mister Tom Holland now, since we were basically like strangers for a few weeks, uh?”

“What are you saying (Y/N)?” retorted Tom, completely taken aback by your answer as he now advanced a bit towards the bed.

“That you just ignored me since the beginning of the quarantine, but other than that, nothing! Everything’s good, everything’s FINE!!”

Feeling the anger slowly accumulating, you pushed your laptop away on the mattress and stood in one jump, reading to stomp out of the bedroom. But you were brought up short once you felt Tom’s hand grabbing your wrist, stopping you from leaving him this dumbfounded. You tried to wiggle free from his grip but soon stopped, still looking away from him, your breathing heavy after each inhalation and exhalation.

“(Y/N), look at me” Tom calmly asked, loosening his hand around your wrist a little bit to not hurt you. “Please, (Y/N)...”

After this rush of adrenalin, all your muscles seemed to release the tension you imposed to yourself. You lowered your head and dropped your shoulders, now shivers going along your spine.

“I-It’s like you abandoned me” you began, tears wetting your eyes before some rolled on your cheeks. “We didn’t even have some t-time for ourselves, but I’m n-not judging the boys or anything b-but-”

The tears kept running on your now red cheeks, the sobs getting more pronounced as you went on about the insecurity you felt during these weeks, how much this heavy feeling called loneliness just grew inside of you. And how much you had to endure it by yourself, not daring to say a single word about it, not even to your boyfriend who was there all along.

All of a sudden your body was pulled to the back and soon found yourself pressed against Tom’s chest, his arms instantly surrounding your frame to not let you go. One of his hands gently rested on the back of your head, before caressing it to soothe you.

“I’m the biggest idiot and the worst boyfriend that could ever exist on this planet” you heard Tom’s voice mumbled against your temple. “How did I not see this uneasiness in you... I just hurt you without noticing it, and I fucked up really bad, right?”

You hid your teary face against his chest, your hands grabbing his shirt on the back, your breath finally calming down a bit as you let Tom talk.

“I regret (Y/N), fuck I’m so sorry darling, please forgive me...”

You sniffled while nodding a few times, forehead still resting on his torso. Then you felt his lips kiss your hair, his body soon rocking slowly side to side to wash away any ounce of negativity left around you both. And in fact, it did appeased you because you missed being close to Tom, that deep connection between you both you felt ever since the first day you met and that you just found again today.

After some time spent in a rather calm silence, you parted from each other and Tom gently brushed your wet cheeks with his thumb, a comforting smile never leaving his face.

“Never hesitate to talk to me, (Y/N), never” Tom stated quite seriously, his hands back on your hips. “Even to insult me, I don’t care.”

“I’ll keep that in mind then” you chuckled, slightly slapping his chest before Tom joined you by laughing with you.

“Alright, what do you think about going in the backyard and enjoy this beautiful sunny day, only the two of us?” your boyfriend proposed, arranging a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Didn’t you have a video to film?”

“The boys can definitely wait” Tom simply said, now taking your hand in his as he began walking out of the bedroom with you.

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PLEASE answer:((( I cannot stop thinking about my past (aka my childhood/teen years) and how god awful ugly i was. my entire aesthetic was just plain disgusting!! my room was terrible, my clothes looked weird...i cant even look at any pictures from those years. and honestly nowadays i am not much better...but at least i'm a little less cringe. have u ever felt this? any advice?? HOW do i let goooo :( i know i'm overthinking but its ruining me.

hey dude, i know it's hard to be rational when you're anxious but you were literally........ a child. you're never going to find peace if you insist on holding yourself to the standards imposed on us as adults, because even grown people can't be everything the world wants them to be. it's supposed to be an impossible goal to meet, we're supposed to spend our lives chasing a made up fantasy and berating who we are. that's the way it's set up. it's also important to remember that your idea of beauty/what is acceptable has been controlled for so long, and has been manipulated to be very sexualised and performative, which are concepts that no child should be forced to embody. you genuinely didn't have to be anything but what you were. the price you pay for your existence isn't total and complete coolness at all times. look, it is completely natural to roll your eyes at your former self because that means you're growing as a person, and you HAD to be everything that you were in order to learn. you can know this logically and still process some embarrassment, of course. but always come back to the fact of the matter: you did nothing wrong. honestly, some memories make me want to punch my 12 year old self in the fuckin face. but if she was standing in front of me, i'd hold her hand. your kid self was committing no crimes by merely existing, seriously. teenagers are hard wired to go through phases, to explore all their options, to do and say the wrong thing because they're testing the waters and figuring out boundaries. it's such a crucial stage of development, and yeah you can now look back and be like, what the fuck? but the things that made you happy at the time were simply cruches that helped you navigate your formative years. you didn't have the perspective to engage with anything else, and that's ok. if you didn't have those experiences, you'd be way worse off as an adult. your embarrassing moments (in this context) are not some damning summarisation of your character, they're not anything to feel eternally guilty over. they're inevitable for everyone, you know? all that's left is self forgiveness. even if you have to practice it over and over again.

if you're becoming increasingly fixated on this and you can't stop thinking about it, it may be a mental compulsion and a symptom of a deeper issue that can be greatly elevated through talking to a professional. constant self loathing is extremely hard to deal with, and maybe there's a voice telling you you don't deserve help, but it's the same voice that got you to this point in the first place. you can't trust it. i know the idea is very overwhelming, so im just asking you to consider it. whether you talk to your doctor, a hotline, a support group or even just a family member to begin with - it will make a difference if you give it the chance to. but you have to tell your brain to fuck off and take that initial first step. even researching self help tactics and making the choice to implement them into your day to day life is a good start. then you can figure out what triggers you, and how to self soothe. but having somewhere to speak your mind, uncovering the root cause of your self loathing, and learning how to confront/cope with it in a healthy way is not at far-fetched at it seems. it's genuinely hard to accept that you are going to be you for the rest of your life, and it's even harder to accept that that is not a bad thing, but it's truly not. in 5 years you'll probably look back and shake your head at what you're doing now, and that is something to look forward to, even if it doesn't seem that way. i hope you're okay and that you're able to learn how to cut yourself some slack, even if it takes time. i fully believe in you, n i think if you knew that everyone in the world feels like this to some extent, you'd understand how natural it is. let me know if you need a friend or if you want to talk, i'll be here. take it easy.

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anastasiaskarsgard · 5 years ago

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Hydrangea - Chapter 1

The home was large and imposing. Located on the second largest island, in the Stockholm archipelago, it was connected to Stockholm by a bridge, which meant it was in the perfect location to quickly reach the rest of civilization whenever the moment was required -- but was enough out of the way that I didn't have to be bothered by anyone. The quiet location of the home allowed me the peace and privacy recent events, had made so valuable.

Upon stepping inside, I noted the dust that covered every single surface within the home; and on the kitchen table -- sat a magazine from six years ago. It had been a while since anyone used this place. It had been in our family for several generations, and although it was grand and beautiful in the summer, it was a hard place to live in the winter. Just heating it, was a small fortune, especially considering it had no protection or barriers to help shield it from the ferocious frozen winds, that relentlessly lasted the coldest months of an already savage cold.

My tiny Pomeranian, Max, took a moment to sniff around. He was as fearless as he was adorable, and I could only pray that he managed to stay out of trouble. Max was my loyal little man, and when i was at my lowest, he really helped me keep going. I had given up on myself, but I couldnt let my little Max down. I leaned down and gave him a quick back rub, before he trotted off to sniff around some more. I could only imagine the sensory overload all this was to a little city dog, that now had an entire new world to investigate.

I walked around the house, going from room to room, opening up windows to let in the fresh air. I peeked over at my neighbors house, and was pleased to see people were there.

Back when I was growing up, I would come here every summer, without fail. During that time, I had managed to develop amazing friendships with the children who had lived next door -- Bill and Eija Skarsgard. Bill was the tall and lanky boy who would always have scrapes and bruises, and absolutely zero fear whatsoever. Eija, was just as bold as her older brother. She never failed to be confident in any situation -- even when I was hesitant about something. In fact, if I tried to chicken out, or god forbid, not even try, she always found a way to change my mind. I was a naturally timid child, but they would have none of it. There were 3 older brothers, and although theyd often humor us, they were too old to play our silly games of pretend. But looking back on the events that led me here, I couldn't help but wish I’d stayed that sweet timid girl, that cried when i caught a fish, because id made its mouth bleed. Being fearless and passionate hadnt gone well for me.

These days, from what I'd seen online and read about in articles, it seemed that almost all of the Skarsgard brothers were actors. I remembered the father was some sort of artistic type, and was shocked his sons had followed suit, all but one of them, got so embarrassed by his unapologetic nudity. The boys I grew up playing "make believe" with as children, were now critically acclaimed actors. Not only that but beautiful ones at that! Bill had grown into quite the looker. He was handsome by anyone's standards, with his rich and dark brown hair, sinful full lips, chiseled facial features and penetrating green eyes. Looking at him in magazines, it was mind-blowing that this was the same boy that helped me build dams out of stones, or dig in the dirt for hours. I was sorry I'd lost touch with them but was too shy to reach out to them now that they were famous. That wasn't why I missed them, although I'm sure that's what they'd think. I hoped that the fame hadn't gone to their heads and that they were still the friendly, free-spirited family that I had always remembered them to be before I couldn't find the time to come back to this place.

When you're a teenager, you don't want to escape the rat race; you want to be in the thick of it. I was by no means a party girl, but I did enjoy an active social life in my teens, and all through college. I was obsessed with getting good grades and was a bit of an overachiever, so I kept myself busy. I was always aloof with boys because frankly, they all seemed more trouble than they were worth. I had high standards and was of the mindset that I would rather be alone than settle for someone perfect for me. Then I met Adam.

Adam appeared perfect, at least at the surface. He was naturally athletic and tall, attractive by conventional standards; and very funny -- as well as charismatic and successful. He honestly had it all, or so I thought. People, myself included, were instinctively drawn in by him. Adam could always be counted upon for a good time with a great story. He was your typical all-american boy next door that you wanted to do bad things with. It’d actually flattered me, when he took an interest in me, and tirelessly pursued me.

If I had to describe myself, physically, I was fortunate enough to be naturally conventionally attractive as well. However, I had a standoffish vibe. In my defense, resting bitch face is a thing that can’t be fixed for some people, but with every cloud, there's a silver lining. Especially since it's saved me from numerous creeps approaching me, and at least gave me the illusion that I blended in, and didn't draw much notice. I HATED being the center of attention. On a Friday night, you're more likely to find me at home curled up on my couch engrossed in a good novel -- rather than dealing with strangers and drunk people.

I had a very secure career as a business analyst, for a big utility company; so I was not the person you ever wanted to see. I analyzed our various departments and employees, to always be sure, we work at our most financial efficiency, and if I did come to see you, it wasn’t because to give you a high five. As long as I kept us out of the red, and looked professional and clean, they really couldn't have cared less about aging or being fashionable.

As time progressed within our relationship, I thought nothing of it when Adam got a new assistant at work named Alexis. Alexis had a lovely face and Victoria's Secret body. She was slender, and never appeared to have a single strand of hair out of place. A few friends made comments, but I defended her, annoyed people only looked at her superficially, and didn't take her seriously. I had suffered this same plight, my entire life, so I refused to acknowledge her beauty as anything suspicious. She was brilliant and tenacious, and her organizational skills were spectacular, and coming from me, that's quite a compliment. She also knew a lot about healthy eating habits and managed to share diet and exercise tips with Adam when he started to find it difficult to fit in some of his suits. I thought it was sweet of him to make a new friend, and treat her like a peer and looking back, I want to choke myself. I was, quite frankly, the most naive, trusting idiot on the planet.

It started simply; she would occasionally "forget" to give him some messages from me and once in a while laughing a little too much at one of his jokes that just wasn't as funny, or always would touch his arm or back or shoulder. Honestly, it was a tint bit annoying, but he had always been a handsome, charming guy, that made people feel comfortable. She wasn't the first one to be a bit too familiar, but at the end of the day, he loved me and wanted to marry me. I had no reason to not trust him because of her actions. If I'm honest, I probably should confess I am a bit of a reclusive type and am not very attentive or needy. Alone time is right up there with oxygen, for me, so I have to trust completely, or I’ll drive myself nuts.

If I’d paid closer attention, id have questioned why he started staying later and later at the office. I just assumed he was taking on more cases, that he had gained from all the free publicity when he had represented a notorious South American cartel crime lords son, and saved him from what was thought to be a certain a guaranteed death sentence. He’d still received a life sentence, but considering the 74 crimes had been guilty of, that was damn near a miracle! So, I didn’t mind when he had to cancel several dates with me. In fact, I was proud of him for getting more work, rising in the ranks of the legal hierarchy as well. Then there was his sudden disinterest in looking at houses with me. One of the most significant conflicts in our relationship had always been that I refused to move in together until we were married. Since we were going to be getting married at the end of summer, he had been foaming at the mouth to pick out our future home, but now it was like he planned on buying a house after we were married. I didn't let it bother me though, I figured that because of his busy work schedule, it would just be easier for me to take photos of the houses for him, and put them all in an online portfolio for him to review at his convenience. I even went as far as completely buying his bullshit excuse of "needing something to hold back his hair out of his eyes, while he was at the gym" when I found a woman's hair tye in his fucking bathroom. (Believe me, if I could go back and slap the shit out of myself --) :

It wasn’t until I received a call from my gynecologist with the results from my yearly pap smear -- that I was doused in the cold hard reality of what was going on. I had chlamydia, and quite frankly -- I wanted to cut his manhood off and make him eat it, I was so mad. I stormed into his office and burst through the doors dramatically slamming the test results on his desk in front of him. And you want to know the embarrassing part? I still didn't think it was Alexis.

“What dirty ass whore, have you been sticking your dick in? Who was worth throwing us away, because its fucking over.” I said menacingly enough, he scooted back a bit.

“I dont think you should talk about her like she cant hear you, for fucks sake,” he said looking over at Alexis who continued to work quietly and avoid eye contact with me; almost pretending as if nothing were wrong and she could not in fact hear me.

I was at a complete loss. I stood there with my mouth agape, trying to process this information, and when I could feel the lump in my throat rise, and the tears threatened to fall, I turned on my heel and left, without saying another word.

Looking back, I should have noticed several signs that something was amiss.

About six months ago, he became very concerned with his appearance; hitting the gym, eating healthy, buying anti-aging products, investing in several expensive wardrobe pieces, getting a new hairstyle. I had found it funny that at 30 years old, he was having a mid-life crisis. I’d tease him about it a little bit, and he’d just roll his eyes and say he wasn’t a natural stunner like me.

I’ve always been very low maintenance, but that’s because my body knows it has to keep it together because I’m not doing a bunch of crazy stuff to stay young. I’m totally fine with gray hairs, wrinkles and wearing my Juicy tracksuits that haven’t been in style, for a decade. There were better odds that I’d get superpowers than I’d get Botox.

I had been so blind. Such a fool.

When Adam came by my home to pick up his possessions he’d left there over the years, she came along and even had the audacity to come inside with him. She had this smug look on her face, and kept whispering to Adam and giggling. I knew she was trying to get a rise out of me but was a lady dammit... I held it together until they finally left, and as I closed the door and locked it behind them, I pressed my forehead to the door, willing myself to stay strong, but my legs got so weak, and the air felt like it’d been knocked out of me. And I suddenly felt far too heavy to stand. I crumpled to the floor, and curled myself into the fetal position, and cried like I, ve never cried in my entire life. Hysterical, slobberyface, sobbing with boogers, till my throat and diaphragm hurt, and then I cried some more.

My heart was broken. I felt like my life was over, and my chance at happiness had left with him. I sunk into a pretty deep depression and stopped cleaning the house and speaking to anyone outside of work. If it hadn't been for my loyalty to Max, I don't know if I would of left my house. I had to take care of Max tho, so I pressed on although I was a shell of my old self.

I’d torture myself looking at their social media accounts, with all their cute little pictures and sappy comments. I’d never been one to post 1000 pictures of my life or write to my boyfriend. I saw every day, professions of my love for all the world to see. I updated my Instagram maybe once a month, unlike Alexis, who seemed to update hers about once an hour. It was disgusting.

That’s how I saw the hydrangea bushes.

I always loved hydrangeas and had asked Adam if I could plant some at his office, and he’d always said they were too problematic. I’m an analyst, so rather than argue, I gathered various varieties and strains, what their strengths and weaknesses were, what colors were offered, how often they bloomed and what was required to keep them alive. I had presented Adam with the top 3 hydrangea candidates in folders that were the color they’d bloom to be, and was rather pleased with myself. He’d been busy at the time and handed the folders off to Alexis, promising to look them over later. I asked him a few times if he’d gotten a chance to look them over and he’d get annoyed, so I just let it go.

Now I was sitting here, seething with rage, looking at Alexis, posing next to a sizeable Bloomstruck hydrangea bush holding my motherfucking folder.

I don’t know what came over me, but I had to destroy that bush.: I stayed up all night, figuring out the best strategy. Finally, I decided to go by his office before sunrise, since no one would be around, for me to douse said bush in lighter fluid and walk away to let it soak in. Eventually, once they had arrived at the office a little bit later, I would wait for them to all be inside and then casually stroll on by and toss a lit match in the bush.

Burn baby, burn!

His office building was made out of bricks and the flowering bed was also encased in bricks; there was no risk of it getting out of control.

I jogged by, splashing the contents all over the bush, and then crossed the street to the parking garage, where I took the stairs up to the sixth floor, where I could see them arrive without being seen. People never look up.

It didn't take long before I saw Adam’s shiny black Mercedes pull into his reserved parking space, and imagine my surprise when Alexis got out the passenger side. I guess he was giving her rides to work now too, or maybe they even lived together. Frankly, I didn't care, but they were not getting happily ever after, with my favorite fucking flowers!

They kissed and held hands, in front of God and everybody. It was repulsive and so unprofessional. He pulled her into a deep kiss and then went inside, leaving her outside. What was she doing? I bet she was going to take some fucking selfies. She walked over to MY bush, digging in her purse. More pictures with the bush, but when she pulled something out of her purse, my stomach dropped. In her hand, she had a cigarette and a lighter. She tried to light her cigarette, but it was a windy day. Thank God, I breathed a sigh of relief until she huddled down into the bush, using it to block the wind and lit her cigarette. I'm not exaggerating when I say; she quite literally burst into flames.

I watched in horror, as she ran around flailing her arms and screaming completely engulfed in flames. Then I turned around, and I ran as fast and as far as my legs would take me in the opposite direction.

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pcktsprgrl · 7 years ago

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Coronation Of A Flame Part 8

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 NSFW Part 4 Edited Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Hana X MC(Riley)

Authors Notes: Chapter 8 or the Epilogue! Another big thank you to everyone who has read/liked/reblogged/commented on this fic. It means so much to have people enjoying my writing. This chapter might be a tiny bit self indulgent, but here it is!

Enjoy ~PSG

Rating: I guess general?

Publish Date: 3/2/18

Chap 8: Forever (Epilogue)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. Maybe MC's parents since I don't think they ever made an appearance in pixelberry's story(yet)?

It took less than a month for the courts to rule against Olivia's aunt. Olivia cringed as the judge passed down the sentence, guilty of treason and life imprisonment. “I am trully alone now.” Olivia whispered.

You place your hand on her hand and she looks at you in surprise. “You're not alone, though.” you smile softly at her and she just blinks at you in surprise.

“Yeah you got all of us!” Maxwell adds excitedly with his best smile.

“Heaven help me..” Olivia rolls her eyes and tries to scowl but can't surpress the smile on her face. She stands and starts towards the back of the courthouse where Liam and a dozen royal guards wait to escort all of you past the press. Liam smiles and offers her his arm which she gladly accepts.

As the doors open the bulbs flash and the sound of every person in the press vying for attention over the others is nearly deafening. Olivia simply schools her features and walks chin held high past them all. You can't help but grin at her.

6 months later....

Eee you squeal in joy and rush down the stairs of your duchy much faster than your feet could carry you. "They're here!" you shout to no one inparticular as you half trip to a stop at the front of the door. Flinging it open to find your parents gaping at your new home. You leap at them gathering them in a tight embrace. "Oh hey there sweetie!" your mom responds wrapping both arms around you. You breath in her scent and a thousand childhood memories come flooding back. "Hey there Peanut." your dad smiles patting your back lovingly. "Daaaad" you say faking exasperation with an exaggerated eyeroll. " you pull back and stare at them lovingly. " I've missed you guys." You dad fakes clearing his throat and you and your mom exchange a knowing glance. You both have long since figured out its his way of choking back tears. "Sooo this is your new place huh?" he exclaims eyes wide as he whistles. "Your mother and I may just quit our jobs and move here with you."

"There's plenty of rooms." a voice startles you and you spin to see Hana standing timidly a few feet away. You smile and reach your hand to her. "It's good to see you again, Mr and Mrs Abel." Your mom smiles brightly at her. "Great seeing you again too, but maybe call me mom? We are about to be family." A blush creeps up Hana's cheeks but she smiles and nods. ~~~~~ Its a week before the wedding and no word has come from Hana's parents. She doesn't say anything but you can see the hurt in her eyes. You chew the inside of your cheek as you listen to her playing the piano tiredly. She stops when she notices you in the doorway and she blushes.

“I love hearing you play. ” you whisper and glance down at your hands. She smiles and pats the bench beside her and you walk over.

“Was that a new piece?” you inquire.

“Sort of.” she comments then begins playing something soft and gentle and you sigh as you lean against her shoulder and close your eyes. Letting the feeling of the music and her body warmth overtake you. Your eyes pop open when the tune goes from some classic song you can't place to a tune you'd know anywhere.

“If the song I play to you. Could fill your heart with joy. I'd play forever” she starts quietly singing while playing, changing the words slightly. You raise your head and smile at her as she continues.

“I asked the sky just what we had. It showed forever.” she keeps playing but bites her lip trying to remember the rest of the words.

“If every word I said could make you laugh... I'd talk forever..” you sing while looking at her and she glances at you out of the corner of her eye. She stops playing her hands resting her fingers on the keys.

“Was my singing that bad?” you try to joke but when she looks at you, your face falls.

“I know I shouldn't but..I..wish..” her voice trails off and you take one of her hands.

“You absolutely should want to. In fact you deserve that much, Hana.” she looks at you in surprise.

“Your parents, right?” you raise your eyebrows. She glances at your intertwined fingers and runs her thumb over your knuckles.

“They weren't always.” she sighs deeply. “I mean I didn't always view them...” she sighs again and runs her free hand over her face and through her hair. “I guess none of that is completely true. But I just wish for once thay'd be happy for me, and support what I want. Everything I did because they wanted me to. I wish they'd accept how happy I am, and the woman I love.” She frowns.

You run your thumb over her cheeks wiping at tears. “I know. I remember when I first told my parents.” you chuckle then clear your throat awkwardly. “I'm sorry I can't give you what your parents wanted.” you retract your hand suddenly insecure.

Hana's chin falls. “But you're what I want..and they need to accept that.”

~~~~ You and your friends are all gathered in the great hall having lunch when a few guards come in. "More guests have arrived." they announce and you glance at everyone. "Send them in." you command as all eyes are on the door Hana's parents come into view. She starts to smile but it falls and she bites nervously at her lip. You stand and make your way towards them. Extending your hand and smiling warmly. "Mr and Mrs Lee, welcome." they both bow to you. "Your Grace. " their greetings are stiff and formal. Hana makes her way over and stands slightly behind you, her gaze on the floor. "Welcome to my," you stop for a moment taking Hana's hand, "...our home." she smiles at you. "It is quite lovely." Mrs Lee remarks. "We were just having lunch would you care to join?" you inquire. "Oh no, we couldn't impose. Besides," Mr Lee stops clearing his throat. "We really should get to our hotel." he trails off studying Hana who is looking at your intertwined fingers. "Nonsense! Have a seat and there's plenty of room here." you smile. Mr and Mrs Lee share a stunned look but nod in agreement. You start back to the table when you feel a small pull and notice Mr Lee has taken Hana by the arm. The guards step forward aggressively as fire tingles at the finger tips of your free hand. "I really must insist on borrowing my daughter." Mr Lee starts commandingly then his eyes widen as he notices the fire. "Please?" Mr Lee asks almost timidly. Hana's mouth falls open and she nods at you. You kiss her cheek and rejoin your friends.

°°°°Hana's pov°°°°

You stand there looking at the floor slightly glancing at your parents. "I suppose there's no way to convince you to give up this nonsense amd come home?" You scowl and your head shoots up. "Nonsense!?" you practically shout and the guards step forward. Your parents seem taken aback by your outburst so you use the opportunity to continue. "So my happiness is nonsense? I thought you wanted status? I am marrying a Duchess, or have you forgotten?" you cock your head to the side and place your hands on your hips. "Come now Hana this is quite out of proportion." your father says stiffly. "Neville was a perfectly nice young man." your mother adds softly. You scoff. "Nice for you maybe. But nothing I want matters, right? I did everything and still I wasn't good enough." you sigh taking a deep breath. "Riley has opened our home to you, I want you at my wedding but I won't have you ruining it. I love Riley and she makes me happy." you voice trails off as your parents gawk at you, you feel suddenly small and exposed. Your parents glance at each other then sigh. "Oh, very well. I guess she is technically royalty now." °°°Riley's Pov°°°° Sevral long stressful minutes later Hana rejoins you at your side while Mr and Mrs Lee take the spaces you hand arranged for them. You look at her questioningly but she just smiles at you.

~~~~~

Its the day of the wedding and you stand nervously in front of your family and friends. You shift from foot to foot. "Maybe she ran off?" Drake leans forward from his spot behind you and smirks. You scowl and elbow him. Your dad just shakes his head and pats your arm encouragingly. You look up at the crystal blue sky and breath in deep. Glancing at Liam who stands ready to perform the ceremony. The music starts and everyone's attention goes to the back of the gardens. Your breath hitches as you see Hana slowly making her way down the aisle toward you. She's dressed all in white with a veil covering most of her face the bouquet is purple and green flowers with babies breath. Hana's father walks stiffly beside her but she just seems to glide towards you. With them standing right in front of you, you cant help the excited giddy feeling. Hana's dad lifts her veil kissing her cheek then placing her hand in yours as he does so your dad reaches forward cupping his hand underneath. "Who gives these women?" Liam asks. Your dad and Hana's take their turns stating that they do and your dad squeezes your shoulder and smiles softly at you before taking his place next to your mom. You turn your attention back to Hana and she's beaming at you. You blink rapidly to avoid the tears. Liam smiles fondly at you both before continuing. "I understand you both have prepared something?" You both nod wordlessly. "The rings please?" you turn and retrieve your ring from Maxwell. Sliding it slowly onto Hana's finger. "I.." you begin then clear your throat. "I came here not really sure what to expect.. That's good because I never in my wildest dreams would've expected you. It scared me at first but you quickly became my world, and now I can't imagine my life without you. I'm not very good with words but I promise that I will always be there and you will always be everything to me." Hana smiles at you as tears form behind her eyes. She reaches to get the ring from Olivia then turns to slide it on your finger. Her hands tremble slightly. "You made me feel special and important like I never thought possible. We found each other under strange circumstances and despite my best efforts not to, I fell for you. I wouldn't trade a minute of anything with you. I feel like I've loved you before and I know I will love you forever." you stare in each other's eyes you reach out to cup her cheek. "By my power as king of Cordonia I now pronounce you uh wife and wife? You may kiss your bride."

You stare at her for a long moment before slowly taking her into your arms and kissing her softly. Your friends cheer and clap enthusiastically, as you rest your forwards together and both of you begin to laugh.

You smile at her and take her hand as you both run down the aisle amidst a shower of bubbles and make your way to the carriage. Hana turns and flings the bouquet over her head. It lands directly in the arms of Olivia.

The driver clicks his tongue and the carriage learches forward. You produce a scroll from under the seat. Clearing your throat you hand the scroll to Hana. "Since Im not good with words I wrote this poem out I heard one time. I was pretty good at calligraphy once upon a time.." You bite your lip nervously as she smiles unrolls it, reading outloud. 'Equal to a god, that person seems to me. That is, whoever sits across from you, so close, savouring your sweet voice... and your thrilling laugh, that makes my heart reel inside my breast. For when I look at you, even for an instant, speech becomes impossible. words desert me, my tongue broken, as a swift, subtle flame spreads throughout my skin. My eyes are blinded, roaring fills my ears, cold sweat cascades over me, and trembling assaults me. I am greener than the grass, and in my desperation, I seem to have come to the very threshold of Death. For I am dying, of such love. But still I must endure all of this...' She swallows, her voice shaky and tears slowly roll down her cheeks. "I.. Didn't get you anything." she whispers softly.

"Oh, yes you did." you smile and take her into your arms kissing her once more. ~~~

Well that’s the end! But who knows when the next assassins will pop up and The Flame will be needed again?

The poem is by Sappho Translated by Alexiares

The Song is called Forever by Jessie and The Rippers

#TRR #MC X Hana #Hana Lee #drake walker #maxwell beaumont #Hana X MC

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cervclle · 7 years ago

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[10:16:12 PM] <cervclle> Overwatch was a mistake. [10:16:16 PM] <infrasnipe> Yes. [10:16:17 PM] <revcille> ... [10:16:18 PM] <cervclle> Then again, many things are. [10:16:19 PM] <revcille> It was needed. [10:16:26 PM] <cervclle> So I wouldn't give it that much credit. [10:16:27 PM] <infrasnipe> Was it? Hm. [10:16:29 PM] <revcille> Just... not the way it was. [10:16:35 PM] <doctorscrders> ... a necessary evil if you will. [10:16:43 PM] <revcille> Or just a necessity. [10:16:44 PM] <raindcwn> .. [10:16:47 PM] <cervclle> If it was not needed as it was then it was not needed at all. [10:16:49 PM] <cervclle> Pick one. [10:16:59 PM] <revcille> Maybe I am imposing too much. [10:17:03 PM] <revcille> Let me correct myself. [10:17:05 PM] <raindcwn> Yeah, I'm gonna go get some coffee [10:17:09 PM] <revcille> I wish I hadn't joined it. [10:17:25 PM] <doctorscrders> I was able to save lives. [10:17:28 PM] <doctorscrders> I don't regret that. [10:17:36 PM] <revcille> I'm glad it existed, but my input was probably... overdue. [10:17:42 PM] <doctorscrders> Having my life changed and reputation ruined... I do. [10:17:49 PM] <raindcwn> None of you grew up with Overwatch. [10:18:07 PM] <doctorscrders> I was 17. [10:18:09 PM] <cervclle> I mean, Overwatch is inadvertently responsible for getting me my job so... take that how you will. [10:18:15 PM] <raindcwn> I knew it all my life. [10:18:15 PM] <doctorscrders> Define... grew up. [10:18:23 PM] <revcille> Chloe, we need to talk about your job, by the way. [10:18:34 PM] <cervclle> A discussion for another time, perhaps? [10:18:38 PM] <raindcwn> you weren't RAISED by it, you didn't KNOW them like I knew them, Not even you, Angela. [10:18:38 PM] <revcille> No. [10:18:45 PM] <doctorscrders> True. [10:18:58 PM] <doctorscrders> But, I wouldn't discount my input either. [10:19:03 PM] <raindcwn> I'm [10:19:08 PM] <cervclle> My job is what it is. Not my fault you never figured it out. [10:19:09 PM] <raindcwn> going to go for a walk. [10:19:50 PM] <revcille> Not your fault? [10:20:08 PM] <cervclle> It never came up. [10:20:22 PM] <raindcwn> ((I CAN'T BELIEVE FAREEHA GOT EMO OVER OVERWATCH [10:20:32 PM] <revcille> 'Hey Gerard, good day we are having, by the way, I work for a terrorist organization'. [10:20:45 PM] <revcille> What the /hell/, Chloe. [10:20:50 PM] <cervclle> Well, that would have made the conversation awkward. [10:20:50 PM] <doctorscrders> ((i mean, she has reason to)) [10:20:59 PM] <raindcwn> ((ye [10:21:02 PM] <revcille> Awkward? That is what you care about? [10:21:14 PM] <cervclle> Not particularly. [10:21:16 PM] <revcille> Not the hand you have in the deaths of innocents? [10:21:30 PM] <revcille> ....I am preaching to a brick wall right now. [10:21:36 PM] <cervclle> You're catching on. [10:21:43 PM] <revcille> Thanks. [10:21:47 PM] <doctorscrders> ... sometimes it's not worth the effort. [10:21:54 PM] <revcille> Clearly. [10:21:58 PM] <cervclle> ( CHLOE IS FEELING CALLED OUT ) [10:22:02 PM] <revcille> ( GOO D) [10:22:11 PM] <cervclle> I'm still here, you two. [10:22:12 PM] <doctorscrders> Chloe has her own way of doing things. [10:22:22 PM] <infrasnipe> ( aww its ok chloe. working for a terrorist organization is pretty bad, but on the upside... you look good while doing it, maybe? ) [10:22:22 PM] <revcille> She's a smart woman. [10:22:31 PM] <revcille> But she does very dumb things apparently. [10:22:37 PM] <revcille> ( PLS ) [10:22:56 PM] <doctorscrders> It's not like either of us are going to change that, though.. [10:23:05 PM] <cervclle> ( she'll take that as a consolation ) [10:23:07 PM] <doctorscrders> Give it time. [10:23:07 PM] <infrasnipe> I feel as if I am contractually obligated to defend my employers. [10:23:10 PM] <revcille> That is what you think. [10:23:11 PM] <cervclle> It's like they forgot I'm here. [10:23:25 PM] <revcille> Amelie, you are the last person who should defend them. [10:23:33 PM] <doctorscrders> Nope. That was just as much for you, as it was for us. [10:23:42 PM] <infrasnipe> Do you think so? [10:23:45 PM] <infrasnipe> Hm. [10:23:50 PM] <revcille> ... [10:24:06 PM] <cervclle> Well, you're right. I do things my way. [10:24:11 PM] <revcille> Maybe I should keep my mouth shut for now. [10:24:24 PM] <cervclle> Whether or not Talon signs my paycheque is a minor detail. [10:24:32 PM] <infrasnipe> Sometimes it is best. [10:24:33 PM] <revcille> Or not. [10:24:34 PM] <raindcwn> I'm back [10:24:35 PM] <raindcwn> I'm sorry for that outburst, earlier. [10:24:47 PM] <revcille> Chloe, va chier. [10:24:53 PM] <revcille> Oh, welcome back. [10:25:08 PM] <doctorscrders> Had some time to yourself? [10:25:09 PM] <revcille> ( fareeha: hi im back / gerard: fuck u chloe-- ohey ) [10:25:24 PM] <raindcwn> ((hkhdsfkfdja [10:25:35 PM] <infrasnipe> ( widowmaker: i hate talon ) [10:25:42 PM] <infrasnipe> ( also widowmaker: (cant say that) ) [10:25:51 PM] <cervclle> ( chloe: wow it's a good thing this isn't the widowmaker I helped with—i mean what ) [10:25:53 PM] <revcille> ( :eyes: ) [10:26:01 PM] <cervclle> ( that is always open to plotting ) [10:26:09 PM] <infrasnipe> ( you've piqued my interest ) [10:26:14 PM] <cervclle> ( we'll talk ) [10:26:29 PM] <cervclle> Gerard, I make no apologies. [10:26:51 PM] <revcille> And I shall make none to you. [10:26:51 PM] <cervclle> But I have my autonomy. [10:27:05 PM] <cervclle> There are some things I won't do for Talon. [10:27:17 PM] <revcille> Unless it is for a paycheque. [10:27:19 PM] <infrasnipe> ( widowmaker voice: autonomy, huh... ) [10:27:44 PM] <cervclle> I'm not in it for the money either. [10:27:48 PM] <raindcwn> .... [10:27:54 PM] <cervclle> Though it has its perks. [10:27:58 PM] <raindcwn> Wow this game is a serious danger to my job security [10:28:27 PM] <cervclle> ( I'm gonna keep the game going in the background just because ) [10:28:50 PM] <cervclle> ( unless anyone has major objections ) [10:28:56 PM] <revcille> Not in it for the money-- but you're in it for the money. [10:29:11 PM] <revcille> Or is it because no one would hire a braindead neurologist? [10:29:20 PM] <cervclle> ( please do keep interrogating my muse while I judge my own bad humour ) [10:29:37 PM] <revcille> ( PL S) [10:29:47 PM] <revcille> ( ive never written gerry this salty i ma so sorry ) [10:29:48 PM] <cervclle> ( ALSO WOW GERARD ) [10:30:06 PM] <cervclle> ( NEVER MIND THIS GETS MY FULL ATTENTION ) [10:30:21 PM] <infrasnipe> ( wrow ) [10:30:45 PM] <revcille> ( owo ) [10:30:47 PM] <cervclle> Neurosurgeon but please say how you really feel. [10:31:27 PM] <revcille> Why should I? [10:31:27 PM] <cervclle> Did you not just say you were preaching to a brick wall anyway? [10:31:41 PM] <cervclle> ( you're gonna hurt her feelings and I will be impressed ) [10:31:45 PM] <revcille> Maybe I'm a bit more fed up than I thought I was. [10:32:17 PM] <cervclle> No kidding. [10:32:25 PM] <revcille> Consider this cheesy, but I remember going to your graduation knowing big things were going to happen with you. [10:32:36 PM] <revcille> Bright, talented. Maybe a bit socially inept, but that did not stop you. [10:32:42 PM] <cervclle> Not what you were expecting then? [10:33:06 PM] <revcille> Well, I certainly wasn't expecting you to end up in a terrorist cult. [10:33:13 PM] <revcille> But what do I know. [10:34:14 PM] <cervclle> Not everyone is so idealistic as to think they can change the world. [10:34:45 PM] <doctorscrders> ( THIS IS GOOD SHIT ) [10:34:52 PM] <infrasnipe> ( w r o w ) [10:35:19 PM] <cervclle> But I can do what I'm good at and Talon offers the means. [10:35:30 PM] <revcille> So the money. [10:35:35 PM] <cervclle> The rest of what they do is their business. [10:35:45 PM] <revcille> Just admit that you're shallow, Chloe. [10:35:57 PM] <revcille> No different from the rest of Montreal, right? [10:35:58 PM] <raindcwn> ((OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO [10:36:04 PM] <cervclle> Of course I am. When have I ever implied that I'm not? [10:36:38 PM] <revcille> ...where ever she is, I'm certain your mother is doubly proud of you. [10:36:46 PM] <cervclle> Besides, no one has tried to kill me for my efforts. I consider that something to— [10:36:47 PM] <cervclle> ... [10:36:50 PM] lcvedva has left the game. [10:37:01 PM] <doctorscrders> ( O H F U C K ) [10:37:02 PM] <cervclle> Va chier. [10:37:08 PM] <revcille> Ah, there we go. [10:37:18 PM] <raindcwn> (OH MY GOD [10:37:26 PM] <cervclle> ( literally everyone: time to watch this end poorly ) [10:37:40 PM] <doctorscrders> ( GERARD'S ABOUT TO RE-DIE ) [10:37:45 PM] <cervclle> ( YEP ) [10:37:49 PM] <revcille> ( ger voice: kill me mommy ) [10:38:02 PM] <raindcwn> ((stop rn [10:38:18 PM] <doctorscrders> (( goddamnit gerard )) [10:38:32 PM] <doctorscrders> (( ang voice: i can't look away, someone pass the popcorn )) [10:38:33 PM] <cervclle> You got lucky this time, Gérard. Don't think you'll last very long if someone happens to let slip that you got away. [10:39:07 PM] <revcille> Lucky? How is literally dying lucky? I was simply fortunate to have a good background under my belt. [10:39:22 PM] <revcille> You do too, you know. What you did with it is the equivalent of tossing it into the trash. [10:39:32 PM] <cervclle> Lucky that it wasn't more permanent. [10:39:38 PM] <cervclle> That can be fixed. [10:39:40 PM] <infrasnipe> ( w r o w ) [10:39:54 PM] <revcille> I'd absolutely love to see you fix it. [10:40:13 PM] <revcille> ( chat rn: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwEbtGAvs28 ) [10:40:32 PM] <raindcwn> ((YEAH [10:40:58 PM] <cervclle> Don't test me. I wouldn't even need to get my own hands dirty. [10:41:19 PM] <revcille> You'll get someone else's, right? [10:41:35 PM] <revcille> You're a smart girl, but lazy? Who would have considered. [10:41:54 PM] <cervclle> No, I just think it would be more appropriate to let your wife finish what she started. [10:42:28 PM] <revcille> Because it clearly worked out the last time. [10:42:44 PM] <cervclle> Science is full of trial and error. [10:43:04 PM] <cervclle> Mistakes can be corrected. [10:43:22 PM] <infrasnipe> ( amelie watching her colleague have a go at her ex husband ) [10:43:26 PM] <cervclle> ( I was telling Jess and Naomi how my games always end in character death and I did not disappoint ) [10:43:46 PM] <revcille> Then correct yourself and see if you feel the same way. [10:43:47 PM] <revcille> ( fcK ) [10:44:09 PM] <cervclle> How mature of you. [10:44:41 PM] <raindcwn> (remember when ana wanted widow to kill her, lee) [10:44:41 PM] <revcille> Chloe. [10:44:46 PM] <revcille> ( GOD ) [10:44:49 PM] <revcille> ( NEVER FORGET ) [10:44:53 PM] <cervclle> ( those were the days ) [10:45:44 PM] <cervclle> It's cute how you haven't changed. [10:46:11 PM] <revcille> I wish that were the truth. [10:46:40 PM] <revcille> I can never forgive myself for what happened with Amelie. But you? You're just not worth the extra concern. [10:47:24 PM] <cervclle> And yet we're having this conversation. [10:47:48 PM] <cervclle> The irony is that even I can tell that you care or we wouldn't be. [10:48:11 PM] <revcille> If I care, then I certainly don't care enough. [10:48:19 PM] <revcille> That is how these things work. [10:48:50 PM] <cervclle> Suit yourself. [10:49:46 PM] <infrasnipe> ( 🍿 ) [10:49:49 PM] <cervclle> ( is it just me who is also finding it funny that our urls look so similar ) [10:49:56 PM] <revcille> ( ITS FUCKING ME UP ) [10:50:08 PM] <cervclle> ( WE ACCIDENTALLY MATCH AND WE NEVER INTENDED TO ) [10:51:23 PM] <revcille> ( AND IMMA HOP OFF BC #DRAMATICEXIT AND PLUS I SHOULD ,, DO REPLIES AKA THINK ABOUT DOING THEM AND STARE AT MY DASH ) [10:51:41 PM] revcille has left the game. [10:51:42 PM] <raindcwn> ((same tho [10:51:46 PM] <raindcwn> (big mood [10:51:55 PM] <cervclle> ( I approve... anyway, thanks for the live audience! ) [10:52:08 PM] <raindcwn> ((i love how we all became emo at Some Point [10:52:19 PM] <raindcwn> ((What's with CAH doing that to our muses [10:52:47 PM] <cervclle> ( the humour is dark... like they are ) [10:52:53 PM] <infrasnipe> ( wrow ) [10:53:11 PM] <raindcwn> ((so i guess this is iT [10:53:13 PM] infrasnipe has left the game.

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anothertrashyunderimagine · 8 years ago

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I have another ask, if you don't mind! How would UT & UF Sans and the US! bros react if their S/O was an astronaut, who was going to be a part of the mission to Mars. How would the skeletons react when they leave? What if they died when they were away? What if they came back safely, how would the skeleton's react? You don't have to answer this if you don't feel up to it, I don't want to impose! The last ask you answered for me was phenomenal! ILYSFM! I hope your day is as fabulous as you are!

oh mai god no! i love the asks! send in as many as you like! this is reeeaaalllyyy long because i got into the angst, but that means its better! no srsly tho mabye grab some tissues and some alone time, youll need it…))

Sansy-wait youre going where?!?! he is so jeleous for probably a whole minute after he finds out youre going to mars. but then he turns it around and starts joking about how his s/o will be his personal star to look at in space. He somehow manages to get access to all areas of the station, so he follows you around like a little kid at a space museum. he may even help the scientists figure out some of the calculations for your flight. He feels important, and he didnt even have to work too hard. it feels good. When it comes time to say goodbye, that’s when his anxiety kicks in. what if he messed up the numbers and you dont make it back? he gives you a long kiss, and gives you an itty bitty bone accessory he made himself with magic as a good luck charm.Fast foward to a few months/years later when you come back. (this is going to be the good then the bad, goes for all skeles))Here we go, you’re coming home. does he look okay? are you okay? as soon as you land safely he teleports to the door of the capsule and hugs you tight. he wont leave your side for a full hour and he’ll be grinning like an idiot because you came home safe. (bonus points if you made a necklace of his charm and you’re wearing it as you step off the ship))Hes in the control center when he finds out. just doing his thing and hes having a good day because they just accepted him as an employee/scientist for the mission you were on. suddenly theres a red light. something is wrong. this isnt his field, so he stands by and lets the technicians handle it. hes worried sick, the whole time hes just begging for it not to be you. but it is. he cant do anything to help, and as they get the final pieces picked up they find out they were too late. you had been lost because your air tank had a leak, and you were nowhere near the shuttle…Sans freezes, goes numb. he…he lost you. his soulmate, the love of his life. and he wasnt there with you. He isnt the same afterwards. he doesn’t go to his new job and he gets discharged. he wont get out of bed or eat. not even papyrus can say something that will help. he wont do anything now, and he doesnt move on easily. after months of mourning, he sneaks out one night. he goes back to the space station and onto the open field with miles of open darkness. and he looks up. he sees the stars and he thinks of you, and he just crys. for hours, remembering you and how much you loved the stars. he misses you so much. in the morning the find him, asleep with a tear-stained smile.

Red-aw. hell. no. you are NOT going to outer space. he doesn’t want to take that risk. if you convince him that you aren’t backing down, he grumbles and accepts it. He follows every move of the process to get you up there. you will be coming down safe. When you hug him goodbye, he almost doesn’t let you go. he doesn’t want you to leave. he doesn’t want to be alone for X years/months. He gives you a kiss with a lot of tounge, without a care for whos watching. he wants to remember your taste, your feel, your heartbeat. he doesn’t want to regret letting you go…Hes waiting for you already at the entrance. hes been waiting for almost two days now. when you finnaly step off the truck, you somehow trip, and you fall into his arms. hey doll. he missed you. heh, yeah he made you fall for him. he kisses you again, and he will growl at anyone who tries to take you from him for the rest of the week.He was there again, waiting for you to land. the launch/landing pad was maybe a mile from where he was standing. he sees the capsule coming. he shouldn’t have been able to. his eyelights dissapear as he realizes that he can only see it because its on fire. its burning up. and then it explodes. right in front of him. he falls to his knees and tears roll down his face silently. he cant even feel anything. you were so close to him, and now youre gone. next thing he knows hes in a destroyed control center, and then he passes out. when he wakes up the docters tell him that he went on a blind rampage and tore appart the enire facility. he thinks it was a good thing. now no one will suffer like he did…

Blueberry-OH MY TORIEL SPACE?!?! YOURE GOING TO MARS?!?! OH MY STARS HOW DID HE GET SO LUCKY?! Hes encouraging in every way possible, and his adorableness gained him access anywhere you went. Like Sansy, he follows you, marveling at all of the cool science stuff. He gives you his bandana as a goodbye present, and he hugs you tight, covering your face with smooches. hes not naive. he knows you may not make it back. but he has hope…YOURE COMING HOME!! After X months/years, you’re finally coming home! hes bouncing off the walls and waiting for you to come out of the double doors of the station. you come out, and are tackled by a smol bean thats showering you in all of the kisses you missed while you were gone. he is so happy, and even his bandana made it back! he will be attached to you for hours, just wanting to cuddle~He doesn’t know about it for a while. he spent weeks even, without knowing, blissfully ignorant. And when the day comes for you to arrive home, you dont walk out of the doors. They call him inside instead and tell him the awful news. You had died of an illness of sorts, due to a rare gene in your body. You left hom his bandana, a rock from Mars, and a note thay simply said ‘I love you past the moon and back’. Poor Blueberry breaks down when he reads the note. His magic acts up in response, and a small tornado forms in the room. Once his brother calms him down, he just clutches the fabric to his chest and crys out your name over and over. He got home safe, and now the bandana is folded neatly in a box in his room with the rock. He sees it every day, and thinks of you with a sad smile before going to work.

Carrot-oh an astronaut? cool. Mars? double cool. but, uh, how long will you be gone? He doesn’t seem to mind what you’re doing, he just doesn’t want to be alone for so long. he listens intently when you come home in the evening and tell him what you did. heck he wants to know all about it. When you leave, he manages to convince the guards to let him go up the elevator with you and all the way to the shuttle. he hugs you and kisses your forehead, your nose, and then your mouth. he whispers i love you and then youre gone, off to the stars for who knows how long…Waiting with the reception party, he smiles as you step off the shuttle. As calmly as he can, he walks up to you, and wraps you in a tight hug. Never leave him alone for so long ever again..he buries his face in your neck as he crys, happy to have you home.It was on the news. Blueberry was watching, and when he heard his bro cry out in surprise, he ran over to see your face on the screen. One of your crew members had gone insane and killed everyone else on the mission, then themselves. The tall skele falls to his knees in disbelief. No this couldnt be happening…there wasnt even anyone to bring your body home…He has a polaroid picture of you and him, at the fair that had come just before you left for mars. he crys every time he sees it, but he keeps it on his nightstand anyways. mabye the pain will fade someday this way…

again: ANGST!!! Hope you enjoyed this hun!~))

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the wanderer & the songbird

Parties: Liliana and Rafael

Location: Starts in Slave Cells and ends in Rafael’s Suite

Date: Jan 20th

Summary: Rafael breaks a dry spell and Liliana loses her virginity

Triggers/Other Notes: Nothing really. It is a pretty fluffy bit of deflowering

@liliana-cassily

Rafael had learned of his privileges as a Master at this school. It still struck him as rather ridiculous. A privilege for puffed up people too in love with their own sense of consequence. But, at the same time, the idea of sex without commitment seemed rather ideal. It was his first weekend at the school and he found himself strolling through the halls of the slaves sleeping quarters. He stopped outside the door of a fair-haired female. She appeared to be alone, slight and pretty. "Good evening." he greeted, his voice traced by an accent he had never lost despite 400 years of travel.

Lily 's roommates were either sleeping or away, rented or otherwise, and she had been left to her own devices on this quiet sleepless evening. She sat quietly, curled up in a corner of her bed with her fingers skimming the pages of an open book in her lap, lips moving with silent words to herself until a voice interrupted her thoughts. Fingers pausing and lips stilling, her head canted upwards to listen at the unfamiliar voice. "Are you speaking to me, sir?" It was rare any visitors came to see her aside from Simon and perhaps few acquaintances from time to time, and she couldn't be quite certain if this stranger was addressing. "I beg your pardon," She finally amended, offering an apologetic smile, "I meant to say good evening. Is there something I can help you with?"

Rafael nodded, "Yes. I was. What is a pretty young girl doing on her own tonight?" Rafael asked as he stepped further into the room. She was lovely. The lingerie requirement (which he still found absurd for an educational institution) suited her well. How long had it been since he had had sex. A year ... three .. he was losing the thread again. It appeared tonight he would get the chance to change that particular fact. "Yes. I am seeking a companion. For the night."

Lily gently closed her book and set it aside politely, scooting to the edge or her bed to better face him. "I was just reading, nothing terribly exciting. It's always so very loud down here that in those rare moments of quiet I like to try and read a little." It was only as the cool air, rustled by his movement, brushed the skin bared by her skimpy clothing that she remembered her attire for the time being and she shyly crossed her arms around herself. "If you need a companion I can certainly help, sir. If you'd like you're more than welcome to sit and chat." She offered gently, a soft smile perching on her lips as she pat the empty end of her bed.

Rafael chuckled at the invitation. It was rather charming and innocent. He lifted a hand, brushing a finger over her shoulder. "I don't think I want to stay here. Will you come with me pretty girl? Come out from your funny little cave and join me?"

Lily shivered a little as his light touch brushed her cool skin. He'd yet to give her his name she she wasn't exactly certain what he wanted with someone he'd just met, but the request seemed innocuous enough. "Of course…" She responded quietly, carefully pulling herself from her bed and moving to find her cane she'd left perched by the dresser. "Yes, of course, if you wish sir. There are probably far nicer places to speak than in here, certainly. Oh, um, I'm Lily, by the way. Liliana, but most people simply call me Lily. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr….?"

Rafael was startled when she selected the cane and for a moment he stared. But did it matter? No. It really didn't. So he shrugged away the thought. "Rafael Garcia. But please. I like it when people call me Sir. I shall call you Lily." He stepped toward the door, holding it open for the female. "Come along Lily. Let us get out of here." He escorted Lily past the guards and out into the cooler evening air. The moonlight made the silk of her skin glow and the little outfit covered very little of that skin. He placed one hand on the hollow of her back. "This way ... What do you study Lily?"

Lily made no mention of her handicap or the reason for the cane. The reason was usually obvious enough and speaking of it would only make the situation awkward. She'd found over the years that letting people realize and adjust on their own was usually far more smooth of a scenario. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Rafa--Um, Sir. Is it safe to assume you've only recently arrived? Hopefully the island has offered you a warm welcome thus far, if so." She kept her voice soft and low, cautious of speaking too loud and being reprimanded by the guards whose breathing she could hear as they passed. As they walked outside her free arm wrapped all the more around herself, "I wish we were permitted to wear something more conservative out and about," She murmured, mostly to herself, as moonlight filtered through the thin ice blue fabric of her clothing and left very little to the imagination. "Music, Sir. I'm a singer and fairly competent pianist. I'm also studying vocal pedagogy. And what about you? Or are you a professor, perhaps?"

Rafael almost laughed at the idea of a warm welcome. "Well, I did arrive on a most timely beginning since they imposed a rather absurd dress code on all of you." Rafael shrugged. "It is silly but I will admit that you all make a pretty picture. Ah, a musician. Do you have a favorite? One whose pieces fill your soul?" As they walked he kept his hand on her back, guiding her toward his assigned room. It had a large bed and he intended to have Lily in it and those shapely legs wrapped around his waist before morning.

Lily blushed a faint shade of pink at his compliments on how she wore the current dress code and her head bowed demurely for a moment, "That's very kind of you to say, Sir, but I'm afraid that I have to agree it's quite on odd thing to have all of us wear. Detrimental at times to paying attention in classes and whatnot for some people, I would imagine. Thankfully not many have made any comments about myself in particular." She'd always had a knack for moving under the radar of the island's Masters and Professors, their interests more trained on the out-going and more..um, freewheeling types. Out of nervous habit her hand strayed upwards to fidget with the locket dangling below her school collar as she nodded, "Yes, a musician. I don't know what I would do without music in my life. As for favorites…oh my goodness, that's like asking me to pick a favorite star in the heavens. It changes from day to day, but two of my top ones have always been Ave Maria and Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah. The first was my mother's favorite and the latter was my father's. Do you have any suggestions for artists I should try?"

Rafael enjoyed the flush in her cheeks. "Hmmm... yes ... I have found that. But after a bit, you get used to it, until someone in particular jumps out at you." It was clear he was currently speaking of her. He noticed her attentions to her small locket but he didn't call her out on it. "Ah yes. I think I met him once. He was quite funny. A very insightful man." People were like threads, he lost them after a while, but a few stood out. He didn't mention that he had pocketed a small heirloom a fan had given to him, although he was fairly confident that the singer had no idea of its value. "I always enjoyed Alexander Glazunov. That was one of the most moving performances I have ever seen."

Lily nodded thoughtfully until it dawned on her who the particular someone was that he might be referring to, the realization serving only to deepen the color of her fair skin as the color brushed down over her neck the small swells of her breasts. "Yes, I suppose that, um…that if someone catches your eye the dress code may have its virtues. Yes, I'm certain." She would not admit it out lot, but part of her wished desperately for her sight, only for a brief time, to see Simon in this state they were in. A wicked thought that she felt incredibly guilty for. "You got to meet Leonard Cohen? Holy crow, I'm quite envious! Although I would have been afraid for him to here me perform his work for fear of messing it up. Oh, Alexander Glazunov," Lily nodded again, "I've heard of him in passing but I don't believe I've studied his music. I'll certainly have to fix that, but…wait, you're not saying you've heard him play in person, are you? If I'm not mistaken he passed away in the 1930's and you don't sound old enough to have…but if…are you…never mind, it's very rude of me to pry."

Rafael slipped his hand up her back, resting now at the nape of her neck as he guided her toward the door to the building. "I am very certain of it, never more so than at this moment." Rafael replied calmly. "Oh yes. I've met a lot of people ... trouble is that I forget them. Terrible memory." He nodded again and then was annoyed realizing she could not see that. "Yes I did see him. Russia is a particular favorite." Largely because of their propensity to claim and hoard art, especially in the days of the Tsars. Less so in the more modern eras where austerity was favored. Rafael pushed open the door to his suite. "We are here. Please come in Lily."

Lily appreciated the guiding touch he gave her, but she wondered if he could feel the involuntary shiver that ran up her spine as his palm grazed upwards to her neck…and even more so if he'd intended for that to be her reaction. Reflexively she let her head tilt slightly, resting for a brief moment against the arm whose hand perch on the back of her neck before she recalled her manners and straightened back up. "You flatter me, Sir. Greatly. I'm not a creature people pause for." She returned with a soft shy laugh. "A short memory is not always a bad thing, not in my opinion. I'm afraid I can be a bit historical at times and remember too much. What's important is that you hold on to the meaningful memories and carry them with you. The rest…well, the rest is all just noise." Obediently Lily followed him inside. The hallways was blessedly quiet and she was thankful when they made it to his suite and she could be out of the public eye in her attire. Moving past him her brow shot up curiously. "You saw him in person? How incredibly fascinating! And to travel to Russia..goodness, I can only imagine how amazing that must have been. Are you a…forgive me if this is prying terribly, but are you a supernatural then? To have lived so long there must be something very special about you, Sir."

Rafael almost laughed at her words. She had to be kidding. "Then they are fools." he murmured as his thumb traced the side of her slim throat. "For you are very beautiful Lily. Perhaps you are just too accustomed to going unnoticed. Where it is safe ... but it did not keep you safe tonight, now did it?" His lips quirked into a smile at his tease and there was humor lacing his words. He closed the door behind her and took a deep breath as he confirmed the door was closed and locked to the treasure room. "I am not. I am just a human ... who cannot die. It is not a blessing. Would you like something to eat? To drink?"

Lily echoed his laugh with her own, the sound light and lilting, "Or perhaps they have better sense and taste. But than--" her words caught in her throat, neck arching of its own accord to the brush of his thumb along the column of her throat. It was as if her nerve endings were standing on end for a moment before she caught herself once more, "Thank you, I mean. You're incredibly kind to say such nice things to me, Sir. I suppose your'e right in a way. I've been raise to stay in the background where it's familiar and safe, and I suppose it's served me well enough, but it does become lonely after some time. But…I beg your pardon, are you saying I'm not safe, Sir?" Concern knitted her brows a fraction. Surely she was just being paranoid. "A human who cannot die? If I may nosy for a moment, may I ask how that works?" She moved further into the entry, hovering on the threshold as she was unsure where to move to, where she would be least in the way. "Oh, um, something to drink would be very nice, thank you. Please don't trouble yourself too much. Just water would be fine."

Rafael noticed her responsiveness. Yes this delightful female would be an excellent end to his dry spell. "I think those who cling to shadows only imagine there is safety there. Sometimes the light is better ... you should try .... sometime." He laughed at her follow up question. "I do not know how it works. It is a curse, not a blessing, but I have been killed many times and yet here I am. My heart still beats, my blood still flows, I have no abilities that would mark me as unusual. But I do not die." Rafael moved to the small kitchen and filled a glass with cool water from the tap. He never understood the trend of water in bottles. If these spoiled beings only knew the filth they used to drink and called good water. Now from taps poured better water. Miracles of modern age. He returned to the girl's side, placing a hand on her back and guiding her through until they were in the bedroom. He pressed the glass into her hand and urged her in. "Please have a seat."

Lily was uncertain of exactly what to do as Rafael still hadn't really explained what he wanted from her company. Conversation was flowing smoothly enough, but as she felt the edge of a bed behind her knees, not a couch she expected a sitting room or living room would have, she began to wonder. "Abilities or no, you're still quite special. So many people would give quite a bit to have an endless life; They search for elixirs of life and fountains of youth. While I'm sure it would be fascinating to live a life long enough to travel and see everything there is that the world has to offer, I'd never wish for eternity myself. It would grow achingly lonely I'd wager." She took a thoughtful sip from the glass, head cocking curiously as she continued, "Is there a way for you to break the curse, or do you know?" She prattled on out of nerves, uncertainty with how to act around a practical stranger. Thus she kept her glass carefully clutched in her hands like a security blanket. As if it would protect her to keep it cradled in her palms. "Thank you for the water, by the by. It's lovely. What they give us in the slave cafeteria is not…well, it's not always so pleasant as this."

Rafael shrugged out of his jacket and laid it over the edge of a chair before taking a seat next to Lily. "They are fools." he murmured softly, "It is not ... what is the expression ... I heard it and I liked it ... oh yes, all that it's cracked up to be." As he spoke he placed his hand on Lily's small back again, her skin very warm and very soft hidden under the very small outfit she was wearing. "You are most welcome. Another time perhaps we could dine together. I've only tried the pub and it was good. I also could prepare food. As soon as I sort out where the market is located." His hand moved slowly, tracing up her slim back.

Lily nodded in agreement. "I wouldn't wish eternity on anyone, I don't think. To watch the world change and move on and never be able to move on yourself. I think it would be terribly sad." For a moment she nibbled at her lip, thinking, before she took another sip of her water and offered him a soft apologetic smile. "Forgive me, I'm dwelling on the morbid." The glass rose to her lips for another drink, the water shaking a little in her grasp as her body shivered under his touch. "I, um…" She struggled for a moment to find her thoughts, "Um, yes, that would be lovely I think. The pub is wonderful and there are a few other places on the island that I'm sure are lovely. Perhaps I could help you cook? I'm actually quite good it, if I do say."

Rafael was amused by her chatter. Such a delicate little flower girl. But the shivers were speaking as well. "Yes .... it is." he was distracted by her warm skin. He slipped a hand over her shoulder now, tugging on the small strap so that it fell off her shoulder, "I would enjoy that. Cooking with you." He leaned in to press a kiss to the girl's shoulder. "What do you enjoy cooking Lily? Do you have a favorite?"

Lily was always a bit of a talker, even more so when she was even remotely nervous, and as her heart thrummed faster with the brush of warm gentle lips against her skin she found herself fighting for more to say. "I...I, um..." she swallowed hard and her neck instinctively curved with his touch. "I like to cook southern classics mostly? I w-was raise mostly in the south and, um, comfort food has always been my go-to." Her water was forgotten, the glass perched on her knee as she caught her senses and bowed her head shyly. Her blush had grown even lower, warming her skin all the more. "And what if you, Sir?"

Rafael's lips travelled, moving along her slim shoulder to her throat. "A Southern girl hmmm? American yes?" He reached stretched out a hand to take the glass and placed it on the bedside table. "It is on the table to your right Lily. I just didn't want it to spill when I did this." He cupped her small face and leaned in to kiss her. It was a leisurely kiss, soft, letting it build slowly.

Lily's mind was racing, working all over the place with conflicting thoughts. Part of her wanted to bolt but the other...oh, the other part was unwisely curious. "Y-yes, Sir. I was born in Georgia and lived there until I was twelve. But even in the other homes where I lived they were always in the southern states." Her hands empty she wasn't sure what to do with them now. One absently fretted with the hem of her too small outfit and the other began to raise again to her locket. The kiss, however, caught her off guard and her free hand moved uncertainly to his chest. For a moment it seemed as if she might push him away, a reflex, but slowly the limb softened and simply rested there, her head tilting to sceept his kiss hesitantly.

Rafael slipped one hand from her cheek to slid down her arm and take her small hand in his own. He lifted it up and place it over his shoulder so he could lean in a little closer. He broke the kiss slowly and tipped his head to kiss the slim column of her throat. He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her toward him.

Lily allowed her arm to be moved and of its own mind it wrapped carefully around his shoulder, delicate fingers moving to lace into the hair at the nape of his neck. Holding on to ground herself as she allowed her body to be pulled flush with his. As she allowed his kissed…and, much to her astonishment, kissed him back with innocent curiosity. When warm lips trailed lower, capturing that shockingly sensitive curve of neck, she felt her breath catch and her arch involuntarily. "I'm sorry--" It wasn't a reaction she was accustomed to and she was certain it wasn't normal. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't--" Shouldn't what? She couldn't seem to remember as she allowed her free hand to skate tentatively up and down his back.

Rafael broke off his attentions to her slim throat to murmur, "Shouldn't?" he questioned before catching her lips in another long kiss. His hand traced over the smooth skin of her thigh. "You are very lovely. I think by now my evening's intentions are very clear. If you wish to leave, say so now." he murmured against her lips, before sinking his mouth against hers again.

Lily made a soft sound of disappointment when his lips left her skin, "I shouldn't want this," She clarified very quietly, even as her arms tightened around him a fraction and she leaned up to steal a chaste kiss from him. Even more softly she added, "Please don't stop…" It was a plea, and once the words left her lips she scooted closer on her own, her fingers tightening at the back of his shirt.

Rafael chuckled softly at the plea. "Good girl." he praised softly before shifting slightly so he could more easily kiss down her soft shoulder. He let out a soft groan as she pressed closer to him. He slipped a hand under the thin fabric of her almost-outfit. He traced his fingers up her spine. He loved sex. Next to eating it was the only need that made him still feel real, still a man, still human after all these centuries. "Such a beautiful and good little girl." he crooned as he dusted soft kisses over the line of her clavicle.

Lily 's lips flicked up a fraction, a faint smile gracing her lips at his praise. It made her feel more confident in this situation for the time being and sent the strangest thrill through her veins. His kisses were intoxicating and she found her head swimming and wanting to give back him some way, help him feel the little pulses of electricity that his kissed drew from her, but she wasn't certain what she should do. What would be appropriate. "Thank you, Rafael," She breathed, her heart fluttering so rapidly against the cage of her ribs that she thought it make break free. With need of something to do, something to touch, her hands moved again, slowly exploring the lines of his back and then forward to his chest. Her fingers found the buttons of his shirt and paused there, almost as if asking permission before she undid the first in the row.

Rafael was a little disappointed when the pretty girl called him by his first name rather than the Sir he requested but he wasn't about to turn down the girl's small efforts. He glanced down at her waiting hands and kissed her again, "They aren't going to undo themselves Lily." He slipped his hand on her thigh a little higher, teasing the warm skin with knowing touches. With his teeth, he nipped at her other strap of her small outfit and tugged it down before kissing the tip of the breast bared by his efforts. "Are your breasts very sensitive Lily? Like the rest of you little musician? Let's see." he murmured as his lips latched onto her pert nipple and sucked on the bud.

Lily realized her mistake after the fact and could have kicked herself for forgetting his request, "Sir…" She murmured against his lips. "I apologize, Sir." Her lips brushed his cheek in a contrite kiss for her mistake, and she was certain her skin was flushed positively scarlet from his permission…and from that hand that seemed to be scooting ever higher along her thighs. Her legs came further together demurely, a reflex born of her raising. "I don't know if my--oh goodness." Her words caught in her throat, her back arching as her finger tightened into the loose edges of the shirt she'd unbuttoned. "Sir…" She mewled ever so softly, her head nodding belatedly to his question. "I, um…yes, ah--I think they are." The most certainly were. With his shirt unbuttoned her fingers now skimmed the warm skin of his chest unhindered, and her arms snaked to wrap around his shoulders again, pulling his lips closer to her skin. "What can I do to make you feel like this, too, Sir?"

Rafael didn't address her apology, moving onto other things. It amused him when her thighs came together. Soon he would be between them. Moving his hands away from her body momentarily, he shrugged off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. He then pushed down her small outfit entirely so that it was bunched around her slim waist and for a moment, he just stopped and admired her. "Dios. You are beautiful." he murmured, more to himself than the girl. He chuckled at the question. He collected one of her small hands in his own and guided it to his cock. "Here. Touch me here. If you are a very good girl, you will give it sweet kisses later." he teased lightly.

Lily was thankful that he didn't seem to be one to dwell, focused instead on other more pressing matters, but the speed with which all of this was progressing made her wonder if lingering here and there a bit more might be wise. But she was too captivated to quit, too curious by the rush of new sensations to stop now. Fair was fair, she supposed, and she made no protest as he slid down her clothing in the wake of removing his own shirt, and for a moment she sat there obediently, letting him look if he pleased. "I'm not…" She said, more to herself than to him, "But that's very kind of you to say. And you, I'm certain you're a vision, Sir." A gentle smile etched its way across her lips. Perhaps this wasn't something to feel guilty about, exploration. No…for now she was resolved to take this experience for what it was and as he moved her hand she willed herself not to move from the shock. Slowly, carefully, her hand wrapped around the shape in his trousers, warmer than the rest of the skin she'd touched as yet and growing firmer under her touch. "I promise that I can be a very good girl, Sir. I like to be good…to make people proud." Her words were soft and sweet as her hand moved a little, palm tracing his through the fabric. "May I…um…" Hesitantly her fingers hovered over the zipper of his pants.

Rafael laughed. "Nah. I am very ordinary but you may imagine whatever you wish. I don't mind." he teased softly. It was nice to tease and laugh again. "You are a very good girl." he groaned softly as she explored. "Yes Lily. You may." he permitted as he traced one hand up her body to card through the silk of her hair. "Such a good girl." there was a rasp to his voice now as she teased him with the proximity of her small hand. With his other hand, he cupped a soft breast, teasing the nipple with the edge of his thumb.

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Lily 's petite built served well in moving her easily and soon enough she found herself sinking into the mattress, his hips moving in conjunction with her wandering had as a sort of foreshadowing to what she was pretty certain was to come. The thought was daunting and for just the briefest flicker of a moment her hand slow, really assessing the situation at hand. "Yes!" She all but purred as she felt the heat of his mouth on her overly sensitive skin again, writing a little, unable to hold still under the sensation. "Yes Raf--Sir, I mean. Just like that, please." Each time his lips closed around a pert nipple a small mewl would creep from her throat and her hand on him seemed to speed up ever so slightly as an echo to those noises. She was afraid to make too much noise, to do something incorrectly, and so to quiet herself she took up one of his hands, kissing each of his digits in turn as a distraction for herself.

Rafael suckled the rigid little peak that had formed before moving to the other breast, teasing her nipple into a hard peak. He let out a soft groan at her attentions to his fingers, such a sweet little girl. This did not deter him slightly, in fact it only made him want to fuck her more. He hooked a finger over her panties and tugged them down her long slim legs in order to toss them to the floor. He leaned in once again but this time he paused, kissing the soft skin he had just bared before dipping lower to lick over her pussy lips.

Lily's back arched and, as a little test, her lips closed gently around one of his fingers. He'd said if she was very good she would gives kisses to the object in her other hand. Would it be like this? She wondered to herself as she let her lips slide down the length of his finger, imagining it to be something much different and causing a soft moan to tumble from her lips. She was distracted to the point that she barely noticed him removed the last skimpy articles of clothing until she felt his tongue, wet and warm, trace the length of her lips. "Oh god--" She gasped, practically coming off the bed as her body twitched with the feeling. Leaning up on her elbows and no longer able to reach his cock, she let her fingers curl into his hair. "That--I…." Words were lost and a soft whimper clawed from her throat, hips giving an instinctive little roll. "What are you…" It was indecent, it simply wasn't done, not in her world, and yet… "Please. Again."

Rafael chuckled at her rather little greedy response. "Of course." he teased, his breath tickling over the skin he had just made wet. He leaned in again, licking over her core and then circling his tongue over her clit before dipping lower again. Again and again, he payed homage to her little pussy, licking deeper and deeper until his tongue pressed against the entrance to her channel. "You taste very good ... yes I think I shall dine on this pussy again in the morning."

Lily had never felt anything like this before, like shots of electricity were firing through her veins and causing her to moan and writhe beneath his mouth. She should have been ashamed, she should have been embarrassed, but in the moment she couldn't bring herself to think about anything else other than the tight ball that was starting to form in the pit of her stomach. "Thank you, Sir. T-Thank you--" She panted softly as his tongue worked further into her and lifted a hand to cover her mouth, muffle the noise. "In the m-morning? I….oh god…W-will I be here in the morning, S-Sir?" Words were difficult. Words were annoying little things that distracted her from what she was feeling and pulled his touch away when he had to respond. "Am I staying the entire night?"

Rafael pulled back slightly, teasing a finger along her folds and over her clit as he responded. "Well afterwards I don't see much reason to walk you across campus. The bed here is comfortable and I may wish to wake you up in the night to have my way with you again.... then again in the morning. If I am going to spend time like this, I prefer to be quite thorough. Do you object?" he inquired before dipping his head and sucking hard on that bundles of nerves.

Lily nodded distractedly, "I..I suppose that makes sense, of course. And certainly if it makes you happy, Sir, I'll stay." Something about what he said, the way he said it, almost seemed to imply that she was just there to be used. That she was an object. In the grander scheme of the island she knew that was the general purpose of the slaves, but she'd thought…she'd hoped…that it wouldn't be like that for her. Her concerns were fleeting, though, and she chalked it up to nervous paranoia spurred on by all of the new and overwhelming sensations claiming her. "No objections, no Sir." She was getting so incredibly wet for him, her body quite obviously responding favorably to his attentions, and she felt something starting to built more and more quickly in her. LIke the tightening of a thread just before it was pulled too far and snapped. "Sir…" She panted, whimpering.

Rafael smiled. "Good girl." he praised gently. He wrapped his hands around her slim hips and pulled her close. "Let go Lily. I have you." he murmured, setting to his task again as he proceeded to enjoy himself with the small girl's most delicate core. "Come for me. Just let go...."

Lily's legs fell further apart for him, inhibitions currently forgotten as that tight feeling built higher, higher, until finally she snapped with his words. "Oh my--Sir!" She came on a gasp, body arching almost as if to try and get away from so much overwhelming sensation firing off in her at one time. It was almost more than she could bear. Small fists clenched into the bedsheets as her hips rolled against his mouth.

Rafael felt the orgasm roll through her, keeping her as still as he could with the hold of his hands on her small hips. She was so tiny. He nudged kisses northward, brushing his lips over the flat belly to the rising curve of her breasts until he was laid out just above her. His hard cock pressed against her. Shifting slightly, he wrapped his hand around his own length so that he could direct it toward the small woman's core. He caught her lips in a soft kiss.

Lily felt as if every single solitary nerve ending she possessed was sparking off, one after the other and without reprieve to let her catch her breath. It was overwhelming and difficult for her to process, but she didn't particularly want it to end. But all things must stop eventually and slowly she felt the orgasm ebb, leaving her skin tingling and sensitive to even the most light of touches: The brush of his lips, the friction of skin against hot skin, and even more than anything else was the pressure of him against the apex of her thighs. Through the embrace of his lips she made a soft sound, a mixture of a sound that was very much wanting in nature twisted with a whimper of uncertainty. "I'm--" scared, worried, intrigued, endlessly curious, "What do I need to do, Sir?"

Rafael smiled at the girl's sweet question. She was definitely a virgin. This did not deter him slightly. In fact, it pleased him. He kissed her again. "Just hold on little Lily ... I have you. It may hurt a tiny bit at first but I promise it will feel very good, very soon." he crooned as he dusted soft kisses over her lips. He shifted his hips and pressed forward, penetrating the small female in a slow and steady movement. He watched her face as he took her, savoring the feeling of her tight heat wrapped around his cock.

Lily nodded, the smallest of movements, before resting her hands on his shoulders to quite literally hold on as he'd said to. She sought solace for her frayed nerves in his kiss and tried not to think about what he'd said, that there may be pain. But that fact couldn't be ignored so easily as she felt him easing into her, stretching her more than she thought her body was capable of and a faint little yelp escaped her lips as her fingers tightened on his shoulders. It was more the shock than the sensation itself. The pain was sharp but quick and she pulled her lips from his to muffle her noises into the fabric of the pillow. "Sir," She breathed, trying to find her words, "Just...a moment. Please." Her head rose again as she leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder, her grip on him relaxing slightly. "Just one moment before you move again, please." She needed a moment, just a brief one, to wrap her head around what was happening and adjust to the new feeling.

Rafael held himself still at the girl's request. He ran one soothing hand over her soft fair hair. "You are doing so well Lily. Such a good girl. I am all the way in now. Just breathe, I promise the worst is over." he murmured in the shell of the girl's ear, "Thank you for being so good. You feel so good to me. Your body all around me, warm and wet and so soft." Rafael continued to praise the small female, delighting in the feel of her around him, but also knowing his restraint, after over a year of celibacy was not going to be unlimited.

Lily murmured a breathy "Thank you" as she took a moment to slow her breathing, using her grasp on his shoulders to try and slow her draws of breath to his own. Centering herself in the moment. As soon as she began to relax any lingering pain waned and all the was left was a deep, somewhat uncomfortable, pressure and the beginnings of the same tingling she'd had before with his mouth on her. "Thank you, Sir," She whispered again, pulling back to give him a small smile brought on by his reassurances. "You can, um..." Her hips shifted a little against his, drawing a soft moan from her lips. "You can keep going," she finished, finding his throats again with her lips, brushing sweet kisses along its length.

Rafael let out a groan of relief and then a moan of pleasure as her mouth moved on his skin. He began to move, slowly at first but then gradually increasing in speed. "I have you beautiful girl. You are being so good for me." he murmured again and again, as his lips traced over hers and then along her jaw. He slipped one hand between their bodies to toy with her clit again. "Touch yourself. Right here." he instructed.

Lily winced a little as he started to move, adjusting still to the foreign feeling, but slowly she eased. Slowly her hips started to move with his. His praise pulled a soft moan from her throat, or was it the pace change? Both in tandem would be her undoing, she was certain, and her head fell back to allow his kisses further access to the slender column of her throat. "I want to be very very good for you, Sir." She echoed, her leg lightly hooking around his waist and silently urging him faster. The quicker they moved together, the fast that sweet tightening feeling in the pit of her stomach started to coil. Following his instructions, her hand disappeared between their writhing bodies and delicately she made small circles around her clit, the added feeling drawing a sharp intake of breath from the small girl and making her clench around his cock in response. "Oh my god, Sir, yes. Just, ah--" She arched a little, as if trying to make as much of her skin press flush against his as possible, "Just like that. That feels…" But adjectives were not in her arsenal at the moment, not ones appropriate for how he was making her feel. Instead she leaned up and, without thinking about it, bit down very lightly on the curve where neck arched into shoulder.

Rafael wondered how long had it been since he had been with a virgin. Too long because he had forgotten how delicious it was to peel away that first bloom. She was so tight around him that he had to concentrate to maintain his control and not move too quickly into the young girl's tight pussy. She followed his instructions beautifully, teasing her own body as he rode her. He dipped his head to nip at her clavicle and then the curve of her full breast. The nip had him jump and then chuckle softly. "Good little girl." he murmured at her responsive behavior. "When you feel it build, let go for me, yes? I will follow you over next time Lily." he instructed before pressing his own kiss to her slender throat followed by a gentle nip.

Lily felt every movement he made, no matter how small, resonate through her body like an electric current and as the feelings became more and more intense she found her embarrassment falling away and her sounds grew louder and more urgent in response. Tiny moans and stifled whimpers morphed into open gasps as her fingers more fervently worked over her clit, already made overly sensitive by her previous orgasm. "Did I…did I do something wrong?" Lily queried, breathless as another cry tumbled from her lips as teeth found gentle purchase in her soft skin. He'd jumped when she'd bitten him. She hand't meant to do it, and if she'd hurt him it simply would not do. "Yes." She acknowledged his instructions with a tight little nod, trying to hold back the building tension as best she could, not wanting that sweet simmering moment of flaring heat to crest just yet. "Yes sir, I will." Lily's kisses ventured to his shoulder again as her free hand trailed down his side and then between them. As her fingers found his nipple and she let her thumb brush across it she wondered if it felt as good to him as it had to her.

Rafael chuckled and nipped at her again. "No my good little girl.... nothing wrong at all." he murmured, his accent soft and his voice low and husky. He liked her brave little kisses. She was a sweet shy thing. He groaned as her small hand brushed over his chest and teased his nipple. "Exploring, little flower?" he purred softly.

Lily enjoyed the way is groaned, low and rumbling and entirely satisfying. Again her thumb brushed across his nipple, hoping for that sound again. His voice sent twinges tingling low in her stomach, deepening that delicious pressure we was stirring between her legs. "Yes, Sir. Is this alright?" Lily asked softly before leaning down enough to run her tongue lightly across the trail her thumb had left. There was that tightening again, pressing and urgent at her core, and with a strained whimper she pulled her fingers away from herself, holding on to his shoulders instead. She was struggling desperately to hold off her orgasm.

Rafael groaned at the soft words, "Yes little flower. You are doing very well. Such a good girl." he purred. He dusted a soft hand over her silky hair. He dipped his head forward and kissed her deeply. He began to pick up speed, riding her harder and harder, pushing her down into the mattress as he fucked her. He slid one hand down her hip and tugged her thigh up. "Put your legs around me Lily."

Lily reveled in the noises she was able to draw from him and let the tip of her tongue trace that bud again, circling it softly until he capture her lips again in a simmering kiss. Arms wrapped bracingly around his shoulders and her legs obediently followed suit, tucking around his hips and drawing her hips up to met his thrusts. The change of angle was enough to do her in, his length brushing against every single right nerve of her slick walls, and her fingers knotted into the hair at the nape of his neck, lips sinking into his desperately as she hovered on the edge. "Sir--" She let out a frustrated little noise, mixing with more and more frequently moans, trying with all her might to hold back her peak. She wanted him to fall with her, but the building of sensation was too much. With a sharp cry her head fell back, her body tensing like a violin string, and she clenched around him so very tightly as she came even harder than the last time.

Rafael enjoyed what a squeaky noisy little thing she was. He enjoyed pushing her over the edge, watching her tumble was a delight but as her pussy tightened around him, he couldn't stop himself any longer. With a loud shout, he tumbled right after her. His face contorted as he shouted out his pleasure in a language that no other living person spoke. His head fell forward to her small shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. When he finally recovered enough to come to his sense, he carefully pulled out of the petite woman's soft body and rolled to the side. He slipped his arms around her and pulled her close. "How are you feeling hmm little flower?”

Lily couldn't think straight, the noises falling from her lips an unintelligible cocktail of broken words and deep resonating moans and gasps as she came with him. For several long minutes she lost the ability to speak completely and simply shook in the aftermath of her orgasm, lips pressing soft kisses into Rafael's hair until he moved, taking her with him. The feeling of him leaving her body drew a faint wince from the small woman, her muscles a little sore from use, and it was with carefully slow movements that she curled against his side. Her head came to rest in a mussed mass of blonde hair against his chest, using the slowing sound of his heartbeat to match her breathing to and slowly calm down. "Achy," She answered with a faint giggle as another small twinge swept through, "But good. Very good, Sir. All warm…and tingly." Her arms wrapped around his waist and the closer she curled and the more she came down from her high she felt herself grow very tired. "Are you, um….did you, um…was it alright, Sir?"

Rafael smiled, "Yes. I'm afraid you will be a bit tender for a few days but it should be more than that." He brushed a hand over her fair hair and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "You were wonderful Lily. Thank you so much. Being with you ... it was perfect. Now shhh... get some rest." He continued to pet her soft hair, softly singing an old lullaby in a language no living person spoke, but the tone was soft and the words, although unintelligible to anyone but him, were comforting.

Lily's lips quirked upwards into a tired smile at his complimentary words. To know she had done something right, to know she had made someone feel good, and happy, and fulfilled…it was what she strived for. Wasn't it? Something still itched at the back of her mind, though; An uncertainty and faint sense of guilt whispered in her head, an odd empty sensation that echoed to her feelings earlier when he'd almost made her sound like a thing, not a person. But surely he didn't mean that then and there was no sense in lingering on it now. "I'm glad that I was able to make you feel good, Sir." Lily offered softly, curling her body closer to the heat of his side and letting her mind ease as she listened to his singing. "What language is that, if I may ask?" The girl's voice was quiet, a faint murmur as she started to nod off.

Rafael smiled a little bitterly at the question but of course Lily would never know. "A dead one little flower." His reply was a mere whisper as he trailed one hand up and down her slim back before finally settling on the nape of her neck.

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Is there anything better than finding a series of books that you love? Characters that you can return to again and again, whose lives you become so invested in that you simply have to know what their future holds. Books which you devour in no time while all the time regretting the wait until the next books is released?

Like any self-respecting reader I am a sucker for a good series. Don’t get me wrong. I love a good standalone too, but there is something about those enduring characters, the ones who get under your skin, that gets me super excited. I am always happy to be back in their company. My trepidation is not over whether I will like the book, only what fresh hell the author has put them through this time. So I’d like to share a few of these with you today. Some are relatively new, some are just new to me. All are fabulous.Rachel Abbott – Tom Douglas Series – @RachelAbbott

Typically of me I started this series in the completely wrong order. I found The Back Road first through a Bookbub promotion. Read it. Loved it. Never looked back. Had absolutely no concept of self publishing when I read this. I liked the writing, I liked the character. It is unusual in that Tom Douglas was never meant to be the central character focus, but I think the guy just took on a life of his own. Brilliant series.

Rachel Amphlett – Dan Taylor and Kay Hunter series – @RachelAmphlett

I first heard Rachel speak on an indie panel with Rachel Abbott back at Crimefest in 2016. Her series, featuring former soldier Dan Taylor, sounded like my kind of book so I treated myself to the books and the first audio. Several long car journeys later I was hooked. It was a no brainer for me when I was asked if I wanted to review the first Kay Hunter book late last year. Both are absolutely cracking series that I can’t recommend enough. Another big tick in the box for the Indie authors.

MJ Arlidge – Helen Grace Series – @mjarlidge

I’m not sure how I ended up reading this series but I am very glad I did. I chose the first book, Eeny Meeny, as I was on a bid to read a book from each of the cities I had depots in. Southampton seemed as good a place to start as any. A hard hitting lead character with a very troubled past, Helen Grace rocks. There is a slightly darker edge to books in this series, probably not recommended for kids, but certainly highly recommneded for crime lovers.

Mark Billingham – Tom Thorne Series – @MarkBillingham

I’m playing catch up on this series, attacking it from both ends by reading the latest books in the series and listening to the audio of te early books. Love the styling and have a bit of a soft spot for the rule breaking copper with a good heart, Tom Thorne. There is so much I still have to read and I am fully looking forward to the rest of the journey. I’m loving seeing the move to Thorne as a family man and the odd partnership developing between Thorne and Tanner in the latest book is one I’m happy to see continue. Fabulous.

Robert Bryndza – Erika Foster Series @RobertBryndza

I have loved this series from the very first book. Erika Foster is a strong female role model, the cases are exciting and the team Erika builds around her are fabulous. This series has nearly made me late for work on more than one occasion where I was sat in the car park desperate to listen to the end of a chapter on the audible book version. Each book keeps getting better and the character of Erika Foster more endearing, if that’s the right word, with each one.

John Connolly – Charlie Parker Series @jconnollybooks

Day 17 – A Game of Ghosts

Oh Charlie Parker, how I love thee … Well the series anyway. I came across this series via Twitter in 2015. I know. Where had I been? From the very opening scenes I was a little wary – it was quite gory to be fair and I wasn’t entirely sure about Parker. The more I read, the more I got to like him. A lot. From a clean start in July, by January I had caught up on all I had missed in readiness for the next release. Love this series, particuarly the supernatural thread. And the characters, Parker, Sam, Louis, Angel … Simply fabulous. These aren’t a quick read but they are so worth your investment of time. Soooo worth it.

Thomas Enger – Henning Juul Series @EngerThomas

I found this series at book 4. I quickly reversed to start the series from the beginning. With such vivid imagery this series beautifully captures the Norwegian setting perfectly. And the protagonist, Henning Juul, is such an intriguing character, spurred on by the need to find out the truth about what happened to his son, you cannot help but fall a little in love with him. Brilliant series. I really don’t want to read book five. It cant be over …

Patricia Gibney – Lottie Parker Series @trisha460

As police officers go, Lottie Parker is perhaps one of the most flawed. She drinks, she may have a little bit of a drug problem and she has a terribly difficult relationship with her children. The latest book in the series goes some way to explaining Lottie’s past and has made me love our Ragmullin based Detective even more. It just keeps getting better wth every book.

Sarah Hilary – Marnie Rome Series @sarah_hilary

Oh I do have a knack for reading things in the wrong order!!! Starting with book three which I came across quite by accident on Netgalley, I instantly fell in love with the characters, the style of writing and the very complex and yet moving storylines which dominate this series. Set in London, Sarah Hilary paints quite a stark picture of the capital in a series which features a protagonist who is as tough as she is kind, and whose past keep coming back to taunt her.

Matt Johnson – Robert Finlay Series @Matt_Johnson_UK

This series may well be only two books long right now but those two books have made an impression and I can’t wait for the next one. Robert Finlay is a great character, affected by his traumatic past, he is a PTSD sufferer but one with an amazing support network. A wonderful blend of police and action thriller from a guy who knows his stuff, this is highly recommended.

Ragnar Jonasson – Dark Iceland Series @ragnarjo

I don’t think I had read any literature in translation before reading this book. I tried Les Miserable twenty or so years ago and gave up about page two if that counts? Having seen Ragnar Jonasson at Crime Fest I was really intrigued about the idea of a series set in the wilds (?) of Iceland and bought the then three published books on audio. I listened to them in a week. Haven’t looked back. I am total nordic/scandi noir convert.

Stuart MacBride – Logan McRae and Ash Henderson Series @StuartMacBride

Oh how to begin? I fell onto Stuart MacBride’s work by accident (not literally I might add). I was in love with the Tony McLean series and one of the characters was named after Stuart so, out of curiosity, I looked him up. I bought the second Ash Henderson book on a whim, only a two book series rather than the nine Logan books I needed to read. Oh my life. I was hooked. Bought and read though all nine Logan McRae books in a round a week over Christmas a couple of years ago. Stonkingly special.

Angela Marsons – Kim Stone Series @WriteAngie

Day 21 – Broken Bones

Bet you didn’t see this coming did you? I ‘found’ this series after seeing an article on Twitter about a local author selling over a million copies of her books. Yes. I was that late … Made up for it since though. Massive fan of this series and so proud to be able to call Angie a friend now too. If you haven’t read any Kim Stone, you haven’t lived. At least not well enough. I have my whole family hooked on them now too. And this is the only series/author which has persuaded me to do a vlog review. Trust me this is massive. Until two years ago, I wouldn’t even have my picture taken other than for my passport…

Val McDermid – Hill & Jordan Series @valmcdermid

Man oh man. If I was late to the Angie Marsons party, I am arriving just in time for the washing up with this one … I only start listening to the audio last year, the start of Val McDermid’s epic career coming during my self imposed reading hiatus. I am catching up quite quickly though. This series taught me that I need to be very careful when playing audio books in the car as one particular scene in The Mermaid’s Singing which was playing as my sister got in the car led to more than a few raised eyebrows. Love this series though and if you can cope with the dark and often macabre at the start of the series, then I’d highly recommend it.

James Oswald – Tony McLean Series @SirBenfro

Day 9 – Written In Bones

This is the series which reignited my passion for reading. I won’t lie, when I read the original first scene for Natural Causes I wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself into. It’s quite dark. But as I read on I fell in love with the writing, the character and the special blend of the police procedural with something a little more supernatural. I used to spend my summers camping on the edges of Edinburgh and this series just transported me right back there. Love everything about it. If you haven’t read it yet, you really must. Really. really must.

Ian Rankin – Rebus Series @Beathigh

Yep. You guessed it. Another series I started late and another series I have been reading/ experiencing out of order. I am trying my best to catch up. There are twenty one books now. I had seventeen years of reading. I buy four or five books a week and read three to four … I will catch up though as I love this hard drinking and rule flaunting Detective. I am powering through the audio as and when I can. I will try to review one day too. I can still remember them all. This series also taught me to be careful when selecting audio books when driving colleagues around …

Marnie Riches – George McKenzie series @Marnie_Riches

Love the blend of the UK and the Netherlands in this one. There is something about the characters of George and her lover Van den Bergen which really draws you in. The stories are full of heart stopping action and there are so many moments of light and shade in this book. George is seemingly unstoppable, dedicated to her family and yet also to getting justice. Loved it. And there’s a new book coming. Even better.

LJ Ross – DCI Ryan Series @LJRoss_author

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Angel

Day 20 – High Force

I was introduced to this series by my sister who read and loved the first few books. I took the plunge and listened to the audible books on one of my many long drives around the country and was immediately struck by not only the quality of the writing, the tense plotting and the lovable, if somewhat occasionally grumpy, DCI Ryan, but the setting. Northumbria almost becomes a character in its own right, the authors love for the area shining through the writing. And the plotlines … so tense. nail-biting and perfectly timed. And I’m a character now too. I’d like to say a nice one but that all depends on perspective …

Carol Wyer – Robyn Carter Series @carolewyer

Oh I do love me a local story and it doesn’t come uch more local for me, the central character in this series working about fourteen miles from my front door. Each one of these books has been a complete joy, combining brilliant writing with exciting and often tense storylines. It’s not all hard paced action; the stories capture both a brilliant tension and an emotional edge too. I love the camaraderie between Robyn and her team but also her cousin, Ross. Heck even Shearer s growing on me. And the back story … the unknown … the wondering if Robyn will ever find the truth. Can’t wait for the next book.

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So there you have it. My favourite series. Any you think I should be reading (if I get time …) What are your favourites?

Have a fabulous day of reading everyone.

Jen

Love one, love them all … My favourite series Is there anything better than finding a series of books that you love? Characters that you can return to again and again, whose lives you become so invested in that you simply have to know what their future holds.

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