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Happy birthday to the Sith Son, have just shy of 6k Tragen/Jaesa fluff that was pure joy to write. :D

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Force Bonds made it blasted hard to keep secrets.

You had to bury them very deep and hide them very well. Maintain control always to not let anything slip. Tragen had quite a lot of practice burying things deep and hiding them well, and even more not letting things slip.

But never from her.

At least Alderaan had gone smoothly, despite Vette's knowing smirk why she was along instead of Jaesa. Who was conveniently busy helping Sana-Rae with something.

Tragen deflected any attempts to pry, and he wasn't lying to say he wanted to spend more time with Vette. It went without a hitch--official and unofficial missions both--and they were back on Odessen in short order, where a potentially much more difficult negotiation awaited.

"Lana, Jaesa and I need a week."

She arched a brow. "For what?"

"For ourselves," Tragen clarified.

"And I'd love to say we can manage without you so you could have it," she replied, lowering her datapad. "Stars know you deserve it." She cocked her head. "Romantic getaway?"

"In part," Tragen said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I've been promising all parties she and I would visit my family again, and as my birthday is nearing, I thought it would be fitting if we could get the timing to work out."

"You mother, sister, and girlfriend all together for such an occasion?" Lana chuckled and steepled her fingers. "Brave man."

"Oh, I feel like Vette would also need to be present for it to be a true test of courage," he deadpanned with a fond smile, before sobering. "We've been doing so much for so long. Jaesa needs a break. I need a break. And as there's no current major crisis, just multiple smaller issues, this seems as good a time as we're going to get."

"You're not wrong," Lana said wryly. "This sounds more like you're informing me of plans you have no intention to change than asking to be accommodated..." She sat back with a sigh. "...You are the Commander, I suppose you don't truly need to ask...."

Tragen shrugged. He hadn't been planning to say it, not so bluntly, anyway. "I'd never intentionally leave you and the Alliance in the lurch."

"Diplomatic as always." Lana smiled, staring at him as if attempting to divine why he was so insistent in this. He wondered if she found it. "I appreciate that, Commander. The two of you do indeed deserve some time. We'll make it work."

"It won't be long; I'm sure you will manage just fine. And thank you." He inclined his head in a polite and grateful farewell as he took his leave. With the harder pieces now in place, he could find Jaesa to tell her he was whisking her away.

---

Jaesa was all too happy to be whisked away, particularly to visit his family over his birthday.

"Glad you finally learned how to be a little bit selfish," she teased.

"Such sage Jedi advice today," he returned lightly, leaning in to steal a kiss.

Jaesa giggled--"Touché"--and cupped his face in her hands, mirth dancing in her eyes. "But it would be a shame for the Alliance Commander to burn himself out," she murmured, claiming another kiss. "Your mother will be elated with this development."

Tragen hummed an agreement. "She's going to pop my spine again, I know it," he chuckled ruefully. They'd only managed one visit back to Stenos prior to the Wild Space expedition, and none since, only comm calls. Elated was likely an understatement.

"You hug like her when you're excited, you know," Jaesa said, sliding her arms around his waist.

"High praise." He kissed her forehead. "Would you like to be present when I comm her?"

"Would I," she grinned. "I can pack after."

His mother's excitement was indeed palpable, even over a holocall. "Of course, we'd love for you to visit! And over your birthday?! I'll have to see what we can--"

Tragen chuckled, bit back a smile. "Mother, please don't make too much of a fuss."

She snorted and the flickering blue holo turned to Jaesa. "D'you hear him?! First birthday at home in over twenty years and he wants me to not make a big fuss."

Jaesa's laugh shook her shoulders and rippled across their bond. It was endearing.

"What was I thinking," he drawled. "No presents."

"I'll try to keep it somewhat low-key," his mother said with a teasing sigh. "You know it would just be the family, regardless."

Jaesa slipped away to pack as the talk turned to logistics and Tragen's gaze drifted to watch her go. His mother was smiling when he turned back to the holo. "What?"

"I know you're very busy, darling, but how are things going there?"

"Very well." He smiled as his gaze drifted back to the doorway. "Very, very well."

"That sounds promising."

Tragen smirked at the hinting in her voice. "Aren't you normally much better at subtlety?"

"That's for work," she gestured dismissively, "not family."

He almost told her, but this was more fun. "A man has to have some secrets, Mother." Besides, Jaesa might pick up something through their bond if he let his hold slip. "We'll see you soon."

"Oh, fine," she laughed. "Have your secrets. I'll look forward to prying them out of you in person."

"You're welcome to try," Tragen couldn't resist countering before he ended the call. He bit back a smile, buried certain thoughts very deep once more, and left to follow Jaesa's example in packing.

---

Much to his relief, no galactic crises arose in the interim, and he and Jaesa were able to depart for Stenos on schedule. The journey was uneventful, though it was still slightly odd having the Dawn entirely to themselves. Tragen used the trip from the spaceport to his family's estate to mark what had changed since his childhood, and indeed since their last visit. Landmarks and buildings that were gone or altered, a gap in the view that used to show rock spires, new business that looked weathered--from the Eternal Empire's conquest, he assumed.

Not everything had changed, however. The parliament chamber façade was still the same, if bearing some signs of skillful repair work. The starter school he'd attended before looked largely as he remembered. And just before they reached the family estate, the far edge of the city came into view, and Tragen gave a reflexive sigh of relief.

The observatory was still there.

Jaesa cocked her head. "Everything alright?"

He nodded, interlacing their finger to squeeze her hand. "Just grateful some things remain the same." The speeder cab came to a stop and they climbed out. Tragen indicated the unmistakable silhouette as they retrieved their bags. "The observatory is one of the lynchpin memories from my childhood."

Back before the war, and the Sith, and everything going to hell.

"Oh, you'll have to show me at some point while we're here," she said with a smile. "If it was that important to you."

Her enthusiasm made his heart squeeze. "Definitely," he promised, sliding one arm around her waist to pull her in for a kiss. "I would share everything with you."

"Mmm, romantic," Jaesa hummed, leaning into the kiss. "But your family should come first."

"Of course." He was eager to see them, the occasional holocoall over the last few years was nowhere near enough. "Shall we?"

Jaesa stepped back, sliding free of his arm to intertwine their fingers. "We shall."

The door opened as they reached it, only the first sign how eagerly anticipated their arrival was.

The second was his mother waiting in the vestibule to hug them both. She did pop his spine. He sent Jaesa an amused look over her head that made a surge of mirth dance across their bond.

"I feel as if I'm missing an inside joke," Mother commented, stepping back to look between them.

"Instincts sharp as ever. But no." Tragen kissed her cheek. "We'd discussed your enthusiasm at the visit beforehand and I'm grateful to see it unabated."

She laughed and hugged him again. "We haven't seen you in... eight years, darling. The spires would crumble before my enthusiasm does."

"A fair point. Are Father and Jeniyha--"

"Equally excited? Yes. Home? Also yes." She gestured down the hall. "They're just down there. Alternately, if you'd like a few minutes to settle in, there a room prepared upstairs...?"

"Oh, I'd much rather say hello first," Tragen said, sensing Jaesa's assent even before she nodded. "I've missed you all."

Mother beamed and summoned a housekeeping droid to take care of their bags, then led the way down the hall.

---

His mother had been correct; Father and Jeniyha's greetings were equally thrilled--if slightly more reserved in comparison to her own. Jeniyha was clearly following Mother's example when it came to hugs.

"Leadership suits you," she commented, looking him over. A sly and mischievous gleam filled her eyes as she glanced at Jaesa. "As does being in love."

"Correct, on both counts," Tragen agreed easily. "Very intuitive, little sister."

She rolled her eyes (admittedly, his intention) but didn't deign to react beyond that. "Being able to read people does help with security work."

"Hm, and has it helped you find a special someone I can tease you about?" he deadpanned.

"Not yet." Jeniyha smiled sweetly. "I'm afraid you and Jaesa still get that spotlight. I am, as some say, married to the job."

"Ah, yes, I have some friends like that," Tragen drawled.

"Do you nag them as much as Mother and Father do me?" she asked with a laugh.

"Likely not," he laughed in reply, "but only because I'm too busy myself to nag as often as I'd like."

Mother smiled as they all took a seat. "That does come with the territory of leadership, I'm afraid."

"Mm." Tragen smiled when Jaesa hand slipped into his. "I don't mind it, for the most part. It's good being able to help." --rather than harm. Finally.

"And I imagine you get to see end to end of the galaxy while you're about it," Father commented, his first interjection since they exchanged greetings. He had always been one to observe, to listen, before speaking.

"Frequently." Tragen couldn't keep the wry note out of his voice. It lost some of the luster after you bounced around enough. "Most recently Dantooine and Alderaan."

There was a flicker of surprise from Jaesa.

He squeezed her hand. They're fine.

Relief and gratitude twined with wistfulness answered his assurance, but she didn't say anything, letting the conversation carry on.

It largely stayed on surface topics; what they'd all been doing--Jeniyha had a recent promotion, Father had handled a couple different trade negotiations--plans for the next couple days, how the journey had been, until it naturally started to wind down. There were still a couple hours until dinner, so Tragen and Jaesa took their time to settle in. This visit, unfortunately, wasn't long enough to warrant unpacking, but they could get comfortable in the room.

Tragen did, at least. There was something... hesitant to Jaesa's sense that finally prompted him to ask. "Is everything alright, Jaesa? You've been quiet."

She nodded, running her fingers absently along the edge of the bedclothes, and flashed a sheepish smile. "I think there's a little of the handmaiden left in me; grand houses like this" --she gestured to the large room with its rich furnishings and balcony-- "leave me a little... off-balance? Remind me who I was before everything." She laughed and ran a hand over her hair as she looked out through the colored glass of the balcony doors. That I don't fit anywhere, she thought and he heard. "I suppose I did revert to... fading into the background, didn't I?"

"Not for me," Tragen answered the words spoken and not. He circled the bed to wrap an arm around her waist.

"Yes, well, that would be the Force Bond," Jaesa said playfully, with a grateful smile all the same, clasping her hands at the back of his neck.

"In part," he conceded with a laugh, "but it's also because I love you" --kissed her forehead-- "and care about you."

"Is that why you checked on my parents?"

In part. He nodded. "I know they're important to you. And they're settled in well, back somewhere familiar. It appears Baras didn't get much chance to... interact with them before paranoia made one of his apprentices an all-consuming focus."

She hummed a small laugh at his dry tone. "Well, thank you for being distraction enough to save them from his tender mercies."

"Seems only right, since I'm the reason they were at those mercies to begin with," Tragen muttered.

Jaesa smiled, her thumb caressing arcs against his scarred right cheek. "It worked out alright. They're alive, settled in from what you said."

He nodded. "Though I think they're still adjusting to having so much space just for the two of them."

Her smile turned wistful. "I wish I could have gone."

"As do I." Tragen tucked her hair behind her ear with his index finger. "Had my mission been less urgent, I would have waited until you were free to accompany me."

"What was your mission?"

Tragen tugged her toward the balcony as he answered. "We'd received intelligence Rist was manipulating some of the other houses into conflict so they could play all sides to increase their holdings, but it would have destabilized the entire planet had they succeeded."

"The usual Alderaanian politics, then," Jaesa sighed and leaned against the rail to take in the view.

"Mm. Vette was more than happy to tag along, but" --he stepped up next to her, so close their shoulders touched, and took her hand-- "I'm sure we can work something out for you to visit."

The warmth that flared across their bond was more than matched by her smile. She leaned her head on his shoulder. "My birthday's in a couple months, you think that's enough time to work it out?"

"Yes." Tragen kissed the top of her head. "I'll discuss things with Lana, do what needs doing to accomplish it."

"Just like that?" Jaesa straightened to arch a brow.

"For you? Of course."

She bit her lip, looked out at the horizon and back, then leaned in to kiss him. "I love you, you know."

Tragen shifted, leaning his hip against the rail and cupping her jaw with one hand to kiss her back more deeply. "And I love you, you know."

The temptation was strong. So very strong. But he had a plan, and if he debated changing it too long, something would surely slip across their bond.

As it was, Jaesa was giving him a What are you hiding? look when he fought off the temptation. Nothing bad. And nothing you won't learn in due time.

Curiosity was replaced with trust, so easily it made his breath catch, and she tucked herself close with her back to his chest. "We should enjoy this view a bit more before dinner, don't you think?"

"Yes, we should." Tragen wrapped an arm around her shoulders and rested his chin atop her head.

Not much longer, he promised himself, and hoped he could keep it.

---

Dinner was a light-hearted affair, with conversation that flowed as easily as before. What started as a group discussion worked its way around to breaking off; Tragen talking to his parents and Jaesa with Jeniyha.

He was thrilled the two of them were hitting it off(even knowing they were probably talking about him). The sense of warm amusement at Jaesa's end of their bond made him smile and he missed a question his mother asked. "Sorry?"

"Plans for tomorrow?" she repeated, playing with the spiral pendent of her necklace.

"Nothing set in stone," Tragen said, arching a brow at the jewelry. "My time is usually very full and scheduled, I wanted to take the day as it comes. The only intention is to take Jaesa sight-seeing. We didn't have time on our last visit and she wants to see where I grew up."

"Makes sense," Mother nodded with a small smile.

"There's no set time for that, however, just when it fits in the day. " He tipped his head toward the pendent. "When did you start wearing your engagement necklace as everyday jewelry? That used to be for your anniversary or fancy occasions only, if I recall."

Father smirked. "Told you he'd notice, Jamilah."

She laughed. "It isn't everyday jewelry; you and Jaesa visiting is hardly everyday."

Tragen chuckled. "Dropping hints, Mother?"

"Perhaps, son," she replied with a mischievous smile.

"Always the diplomat," he smiled back, dodging the hint. Perhaps you don't need to. "Saying even more without words than with them. I'm sure you had designs for some of our time tomorrow. What do I need to plan around?"

For half a moment, he thought she was going to dig further, a tricky situation with Jaesa right there. But she accepted his redirect with a wry smile. "Aside from planning to include some favorites at meals, we were thinking dinner out, and--if you want--we have a reserved box at the theatre."

Tragen paused to work out the timing in his head. Stenosi evenings lingered this time of year. "Depending on the showtime, that sounds perfect." It was about as 'toned down' as he could expect her to go.

"Evening plans?" she arched a brow looking at Jaesa.

"Possibly. But they are also... flexible." To an extent. "I'll discuss it with Jaesa, but that should be a lovely evening."

"Discuss what with me?" Jaesa's head swiveled their direction hearing her name.

He relayed the proposal for his birthday evening. "We can also take the day as it comes--"

"No, that sounds nice, long as someone has a dress they can lend me; I didn't bring anything fancy."

"I can definitely help there," Jeniyha chipped in. "I work security at a lot of upper class places, so it'll be stunning" --smirked at Tragen--"and comfortable."

With that settled, their conversation turned back to more general topics until it petered out for the night and they all turned in.

---

He woke on his birthday with Jaesa snuggled atop his chest. Warm brown eyes and a small smile, as she'd clearly been watching him sleep.

Tragen matched her smile with a lazy one of his own. "Good morning." He ran his fingers up her spine. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mm." She nodded, resting her chin on his chest.

"What?" he asked, still lazily rubbing her back, when she continued studying him.

"I love your nose." She traced one fingertip down it, along the curve of his lips, "...your smile..." up the side of his face. "...your eyes. All of you, really." She pushed herself up to kiss him and Tragen hummed gratitude as he leaned into it.

"I love you, too," he said softly, tucking her hair behind her ear as she settled back on his chest. He would be... quite happy to spend most--if not all--of the day right here, watching the colored light from the balcony window play green, pink, blue across her hair, her skin. "Very, very much."

Jaesa kissed his collarbone. "Happy birthday, Tragen."

He chuckled, slightly breathless. "Thank you."

They lay in silence, simply enjoying the comfortable bed and each other's company.

Until Tragen's stomach growled.

"Suppose that's our cue to go get breakfast," Jaesa teased, stealing another light kiss before she rolled away out of bed.

"Suppose so," he muttered, disappointed it had come so soon regardless, as he followed her example. They dressed and headed downstairs, just in time to catch Jeniyha on her way out.

"Quick consult job this morning," she explained, darting back to give Tragen a hug. "But I should be back by lunch, and happy birthday." She was gone before he could open his mouth to thank her.

"Did everyone in your family choose... demanding careers?" Jaesa asked, sliding her arm around his waist.

Tragen laughed and rested his arm around her shoulders. "Mine was more... thrust upon me, but yes. Busyness was always something of a constant for us."

Mother was waiting for them in the dining room and joined for breakfast, though from the little she took, Tragen suspected she'd actually eaten with Jeniyha. They chatted, confirmed the loose flow of plans for the day, and then Tragen and Jaesa set off.

He hadn't realized how many places there were he wanted to show her until he started listing destinations for the speeder cab's droid pilot. "How much do you want to see...?"

"Everything important to you first," she said, with barely a hesitation, "then the more sightseer-tourist type places."

"Noted." There were a couple that fit both descriptions, and he plotted for those first.

---

Their timing worked out perfectly, and they arrived at the Gerida spire observation platform just in time to watch the skimmer cranes' daily departure. After watching the iridescent birds disappear toward the horizon, they spent some more time enjoying the magnificent view. (He told her how he and Dieq used to sit with their feet hanging off the edge and drop pebbles, to watch the way the spire sparkled when they hit and broke.)

Tragen had forgotten how breathtaking some of his homeworld's natural vistas could be. Watching Jaesa's face as she moved along the platform to take it in at different angles was a study in wonder that made his chest tight. He waited until she was satisfied and asking where to next before they moved along to some of the more personal places.

---

The midschool he'd attended was gone, which was a surprise, but he could show her some of the museums he'd enjoyed visiting as a child. And by some miracle both the crystalline lake of summers off and the arcade of childhood weekends were still around. Tragen chuckled for a moment at the irony of the arcade outlasting the school. They passed by the street with Dieq and Norra's house--any closer would have felt odd, but this way he could point out where his best friend had lived--before turning back toward the family house.

"What about the observatory?" Jaesa asked, confusion evident even if the angle of her head resting on his chest hid her face.

"That's best visited later, sunset or further into the evening," Tragen explained, linking their fingers and idly playing with her hand. "I thought we'd return home for lunch, have some time to relax before dinner and the theatre with my family. There's also tomorrow for seeing anything we don't get to today."

"I like that plan," Jaesa said with a contented sigh. She settled their linked hands in her lap. "You're very smart, that's something else I love about you."

"Is this going to be a pattern today?" Tragen chuckled, kissing her temple. "Randomly mentioned things you love about me?"

"Yes." She giggled. "It is. It's your birthday; I can be a little more vocal about my very long list."

He rested his cheek against the top of her head. "I'll return the favor on your birthday."

---

The afternoon passed quickly, despite them not doing much of anything. Lunch, which was delicious, then sitting on the balcony of their room to read--which turned into a nap for Jaesa, and Tragen wouldn't have moved for galaxies with her head on his shoulder--then a meandering tour of the Xo'ric family home. The latter lasted until Jeniyha tracked them down to kidnap Jaesa for dress selection. Tragen sat in the far-flung garden gazebo, enjoying the peace until it was time for him to get ready as well.

He found himself fending off the first vestiges of nerves. Almost time. He'd waited long enough for this. Too long, part of him grumbled.

That part got louder at his first sight of Jaesa 'all dolled up' as she bashfully called it. Jeniyha had been correct; she was stunning. Breathtaking. Her borrowed deep blue dress draped in an off-shoulder fashion, supported by narrow straps covered in delicate silver beading. A wide swirling, swooping design was likewise beaded around the midriff, and the skirt fell in silky folds below it to just above the ground. Her hair was side parted, showing off a silver filigree ear cuff.

The feeling was mutual if her expression was anything to go by. Or the way her hands settled on his arms; caressing the near-black-purple jacket sleeves.

"Jaesa, you..." He made himself take a breath, arms sliding around her waist. "I fear I won't catch a moment of this show." He tipped her chin up when she started to duck her head. "You look lovely." He kissed her, light and almost chaste.

"Thank you," she murmured against his mouth. "You're... I think I'll be distracted, too."

Tragen smiled, thumb rubbing her cheek. "We'll be a source of great amusement for my family, I'm sure."

"Speaking of which, we should go." Despite her words, Jaesa rocked up for one more kiss before turning toward the door.

His prediction proved correct; while conversation with his family was enough to keep him focused during dinner, his attention kept drifting to Jaesa from the moment they took their seats at the theatre. He tried to watch the play, he really did. But Jaesa's thumb was rubbing soft, absent arcs against the heel of his hand as they sat with fingers loosely tangled atop the armrest between them. And what he could sense from their Force bond... She was happy, she was content, she was occasionally distracted by him(as she'd predicted).

His family didn't seem surprised when he said he and Jaesa would return separately afterwards. "I promised to show her the observatory."

"Of course, this is the best time," Mother said with a smile at their linked arms, glancing up at the red, gold, and pink just starting to fade from the sky. "We'll see you when you get back."

"How much of the show did you catch?" Jaesa asked mischievously once they were in their cab.

"Bits," Tragen admitted with a sheepish laugh. "It was a drama, yes? Star-crossed lovers?"

"Mm. They got a happy ending."

"Good to know." He selected the option to reserve the cab for a set amount of time rather than single trip before giving the destination. "In case Mother asks."

"Oh, I'm not helping you fake it to her," Jaesa said with a laugh. "I'm sure she'll be thrilled to hear where your attention was instead."

"Minx," he grumbled--not an ounce of heat in the word--as he leaned in for a kiss.

"And you love me," she grinned, hand sliding to the back of his neck.

"More than I can put into words."

"That honesty's another thing I love about you," Jaesa murmured just before their lips met.

Ironic, since when they met he'd been living a lie. But not to her. Never to her. The truth was a constant, he was an open book where she was concerned.

The trip felt ages long and far too short all at once before the cab slotted into one of the idling spaces near the observatory doors and they exited. Tragen left his jacket on the seat.

"There's no one here," Jaesa commented, looking around.

"According to Mother, while still open to the public, the observatory has largely fallen into disuse, save nights of 'extraordinary celestial events'," Tragen explained, rolling up his sleeves before taking her hand to walk inside. "A shame, but I'm grateful we should have the whole place to ourselves."

Jaesa smiled shyly, bit her lip. "You mentioned it was important to you...?"

"Mmhm." He briefly released her hand to pass the turnstile in the lobby, squeezing it once they rejoined. "There was a school trip here when I was... seven? eight? We stayed overnight to observe a meteor shower, and I was entranced by the stars as a whole. I started visiting whenever I could, learned all the constellations, how they tracked across the sky." Their steps echoed in the dim, empty space as they climbed the stairs to the main observation galley. "This was one of my favorite places," Tragen continued (heartbeat matching the echo of their footsteps), "I'd come for quiet, to watch the stars, to clear my head after fights with friends or my sister..." They reached the platform and he rested a hand on the railing. "The stars don't change. They're always there, whether or not you can see them." He nodded toward the large, wispy clouds obscuring half the sky, hiding the moons. "And that's been no small source of comfort through my life."

Jaesa studied him for a long moment, sense dancing with a mix of emotions and she reached for him through their bond, before, softly, "Thank you for showing me something that's so important to you."

"Of course." He tugged her closer, kissed her forehead. "Seems only fitting to share one constant in my life with another."

Jaesa rocked into the kiss, then pulled away to lean against the railing with a small, rueful laugh. "Constant aside from the seven year gap."

"Which was no more your doing or desire than my own," Tragen countered, resting his hip against the rail and studying her profile. "And I knew you were there, even when we were not together." Much like the stars. "I thought of you often, and that was its own source of strength."

"I'm glad," she said, so quietly he barely heard, a whirl of emotion surging through their Bond that did little to slow his pounding heart. She glanced at the 'scopes, the softly flickering information terminals scattered around, then up at the sky. "You have a lot of good memories here," she commented, tracing one finger along the railing in front of her.

"Quite a few," he agreed, chest tight and his own emotions too high to contain any longer. "I'm... hoping to add another."

I've waited long enough.

Jaesa's head snapped toward him, reading something in his eyes or the intention he could no longer hide through their bond.

"Yes," she said, voice breaking, eyes bright. She leaned in, grabbing the loosened collar of his shirt to pull him close enough for a kiss, mumbling, "Yes, I will," against his mouth.

His fingers dug into her hair, relief and joy and too many other emotions to parse escaping as a laugh, and Tragen couldn't help teasing, "Not even planning to let me ask properly?"

Jaesa pulled away enough to meet his eye, her hands cupping his face. "Tragen, you were asking on your birthday, in a place you called a lynchpin memory from your childhood. Do you honestly expect me to believe you didn't know I'd say yes?"

He chuckled, still breathless and giddy. "Alright, you've got me there."

She smiled coyly and slid her arms down around his waist. "I'd like to think I have you everywhere."

"That, too," he laughed, fingers carding through her hair as he kissed her. Yes. She said yes.

"The Force Bond also helped," Jaesa added when they broke away, eyes dancing.

"That did make it rather hard to keep secret as long as I did," Tragen said with a wry smile.

"You did a good job," she said. "I know how hard that is, and you only slipped right at the end." She kissed the tip of his nose. "Can't really blame you for that."

"For which I am most grateful." He hummed another small laugh and tucked her hair back so he could see her face. Stunningly beautiful, the stars and his own joy reflected in her eyes. A sight well worth committing to memory. "So then, Jaesa Willsaam, you will marry me?"

A shiver of delight ran along the bond as she smiled--and oh, he'd unseated emperors and that smile was enough to make his knees weak.

Jaesa slid her hands up to link behind his neck. "In a heartbeat, Tragen Xo'ric, and for all the heartbeats I have left." She pulled him down for a kiss. "You've been my constant at least as much as I've been yours," she murmured. "Steady as the stars."

Tragen smiled and rested his forehead to hers. "That makes this seem even more fitting..." His slipped his hand in his pocket for the small box he'd been all-too-aware of since they departed for dinner. "It is Stenosi tradition, upon committing to an engagement, for the asker to seal said commitment with a gift."

He drew the box from his pocket as he spoke, and Jaesa gave a small gasp as she took and opened it. "This is... beautiful."

The cresting wave of her emotions made clear the word's inadequacy. He understood.

Words in general felt... not enough right now.

"By tradition, the necklace's design is things that unite the couple," Tragen said as the softly glowing lights caught the etched circle of stars with a lightsaber crystal in the center of the roughly thumbnail-sized pendent. "The stone is merezite, carefully harvested from a small cluster of the spires; light, delicate, and far stronger than its appearance suggests." He tipped her chin up with his knuckle and smiled. "Very fitting, I think."

Jaesa smiled back and bit her lip. "Could you... help me put it on?"

Tragen nodded, willing his hands not to shake as he freed the delicate chain and fastened it around her neck. He brushed a kiss to the curve of her shoulder once the clasp was fastened.

She gave a small, whining hum at the gesture. "Should we... head back?"

He chuckled and kissed just behind her ear, relishing her delighted shiver as he tugged her back against his chest. "Much as I like the thought of having you all to myself under the stars..." He wrapped his arm around her middle to hold her close, "...I suppose we can do so just as easily in our room."

"The balcony is nice," Jaesa said softly, leaning her head back against his cheek. "And we'd have privacy and could be in more comfortable clothes" --her hand rested on his forearm, tracing light patterns over the skin--"much as the dressed-down-fancy look suits you."

Tragen kissed her temple for the compliment. "A compelling case. Let's return home."

They descended the stairs in content--giddy--silence, his arm around her shoulders, and her hand raised to link their fingers. It was after they were back in the speeder cab, whisking toward his family's estate that Tragen spoke again.

"Just to prepare you," he began, playing with Jaesa's fingers as their hands sat tangled together between them, "my mother will very likely notice the necklace and piece together what happened within moments of our entering." He huffed a laugh. "And if she doesn't, Jeniyha will."

"We'd be telling them anyway, so..." Jaesa shrugged and stilled his hand to give it a squeeze.

Tragen chuckled. "Just wanted you to be ready."

"Consider me braced," she teased. "And you looking out for me in things like this is another reason I love you."

"Squeezing in one more before the end of the day?" he drawled.

Jaesa gave him a mischievous smile. "Oh, I'm sure I'll be reminded of a few more before it truly ends," she said, not breaking eye contact as she raised their joined hands to press a kiss at the base of his thumb. "At least."

He didn't need the bond to take her meaning.

Tragen grinned. "I'll look forward to exceeding your expectations-"

The words were partly cut off as she closed the distance to kiss him, and he laughed into it, grateful that he could now focus on enjoying the benefits of a Force Bond on the best day of his life.

God, do these two deserve this, and there was much "Oh god it's happening.gif"-ing on my part while I was writing it.

Cannot WAIT until they tell Vette. :3 The whoop of joy will be audible from space(impressive, with how vacuum works and all).

#queens fic #tragen xo'ric #jaesa willsaam #tragen/jaesa #otp: my north star

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sundarika · 4 years ago

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1/1 Hello! headcanon S/O makes good covers of songs and music videos(like those YouTube videos)? Swerve, as a lover of Earth(this is how it was mentioned in the comics) walks on the Internet and finds various covers performed by their human friend, watches and listens to them all and then runs to show Rewind.

[TF MTMTE] S/O Who Makes Song Covers

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* At first, Swerve was having a particularly slow day in the bar.

* He had just dealt with another one of Whirl’s shenanigans which accidentally blew up into a huge scuffle between Whirl and Skids, which got Chromedome and Rewind involved after Whirl stole their drinks in order to drench Skids in energon.

* The resident liaison, aka you, had watched from afar as everything turned to scrap between them and the whole area erupted into a bar fight.

* Swerve was embarrassed to say the least—the one person who ever seemed to pay attention to him on this damned ship, and they witnessed him unable to control his own patrons.

* He decided to close the bar early and retire off to his habsuite afterwards—better than sticking around.

* Turned on a datapad while sipping a cube of highgrade because Primus knows he deserves it.

* Began surfing through the internet and stumbled upon his favourite video streaming and uploading site: youtube.

* At first he scrolled through recommended cat videos, DIY’s and gaming streams, until he found something strangely out of place on the home page.

* He’d stumbled upon the music section and saw your face plastered to the front of a video image. Beneath it captioned “Born this way [Cover by s/o]” and featuring a plethora of other musicians and background singer mentions.

* He clicked on it, immediately entranced by the thought of you having a secret life or hobby, possibly whatever you did for a living before joining the LL crew.

* Absolutely astounded by the sound of your voice—he truly believed you were the incarnation of clarity based on the effortlessness of your rhythm and lack of lisps or vocal breaks.

* Swerve used to invest a bit in musicians back on Cybertron, he never owned a bar back then but understood that Cybertron’s versions of human ‘Harlems’ contained a lot of organized musical entertainment.

* When he opened a bar on the ship after finding the distillery with Skids, the first thing he thought of was music.

* Never found a decent singer cause everybody on the LL sucks.

* Immediately after finishing the first video, he clicked on your profile and continued scrolling, finding the oldest one on your account and beginning there.

* The post itself was 8 years old, which meant you had been in the industry of cover songs and albums for a decent time before you joined the LL on their adventures across space.

* He listened to every single one of them, with themes ranging from jazz and reggae, to rap and pop music from disney movies.

* Fell in love with your personality even more through your music; surely someone who sounds so beautiful has a beautiful heart as well!

* Immediately after finishing the last video, he ran to show the only other over-appreciator of media: Rewind.

* Rewind was astounded as well by your abilities, immediately began recording and downloading the recordings to a private database for future purposes.

* Both of them immediately called a bar meeting at like.... 3 am.

* Ultra Magnus (Minimus Ambus) arrived first and demanded to know why an emergency meeting was called.

* Rodimus and Chromedome arrived next because Roddy thought there’d be a fight, and Chromedome heard that Rewind sounded the emergency alert.

* As soon as everyone gathered, and Swerve stated it had something to do with their dear human liaison, everybody shut up.

* The room fell silent until Rewind began streaming the music to the bar speakers.

* Immediate awe from everyone in the room.

* This melodious voice belonged to s/o? Their little liaison? The one everybody used to ignore?

* Crushes and developing friendships all around the room and you hadn’t even arrived yet.

* The moment you stepped foot into the bar, everybody once again went quiet. When you asked why, an immediate response broke out.

* “You sing?!” and “I didn’t know your original function was a musician?” and “I didn’t know you had such a sweet voice!” rang out across the ship.

* You were evidently startled, and Swerve could tell—Rewind as well—and Swerve had to smash a clean glass against the counter to gain everyone’s attention again.

* “Let’s hear what our friend here has to say, shall we?”

* Everybody once again turned to face you.

* You explained that it was rather embarrassing they had stumbled upon an old ‘hobby’ of yours, but told them that you used to be a well-loved solo-singer back in the early days before the lost light.

* You never gained much fame beyond the internet media streams and sometimes group choreographs, but found a joy in music anyways, hoping to make your life long dream of finding fame and happiness out of singing come true.

* When you realized that such a thing was hard to achieve, especially in your national industry, you basically gave up on trying to achieve it, which is why the date of your last upload was about 2 years before you came to the crew.

* They listened intently, Swerve especially, and their expressions changed from astonishment to sadness.

* “So you.... don’t sing anymore?” came from a slightly downed Megatron—he thought there’d finally be someone to appreciate his poetry.

* You told him no, and the entire bar began to beg. About 100 bots shoved into a small bar, begging and pleading with you to continue your dream and make new music—some offering to teach you Cybertronian if it meant you could produce it in their language.

* The hesitancy in your voice was obvious, but you did eventually agree.

* The LL broke out into cheering, and Swerve reopened the bar for the night so that the others could party away. Ultra Magnus and some other tired bots slipped off down the halls to recharge again, but not before offering their congratulations (and bribes).

* You smiled slightly and exited the room, heading to the internal flight deck for some alone time.

* Swerve eventually made his way down after everyone had had their drinks, wanting to speak with you about the past.

* “Why’d ya’ give it up in the first place? Singing I mean.”

* “I don’t really know, I suppose because I realized that my dreams were unobtainable.”

* “Then maybe you’ll find that here on the Lost Light, there’s a lot more room for change.” he spoke to you.

* He didn’t know it that night, but you agreed with him. There was a lot that the world could offer, even more so now that you knew the universe was so vast.

* Maybe you went unappreciated on Earth, but you now have hundreds of bots ready to fight for a simple song from you.

* And who knows? Music videos would be 1000% cooler if you filmed them with giant robots out in space.

BONUS:

* Your voice alone singlehandedly turned Getaway back to the good side.

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✨ Hope you enjoyed ✨

#transformers x reader #transformers mtmte #transformers #idw mtmte #mtmte #mtmte swerve #mtmte rewind #transformers imagine #transformers headcanon

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pufflyhallows · 4 years ago

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Getaway

Gif not mine

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: Business is going bad after the war and Fred is not feeling so great, so you decide to cheer him up with a special trip.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, language, tiny tiny bit of angst, still fluffy tho

a/n: this is my FIRST smut EVER so... be nice? also, Fred fucking LIVES bc I’m in denial forever lol

Word count: 4,3k

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You wanted to surprise Fred.

He had been feeling down lately. Ever since he and George reopened the shop after the war, things had been a little tough. The movement was still quite slow, given the fact that people were still recovering from the war, mourning their lost ones and starting new lives. It was a difficult time for everyone, and of course it affected Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes as well.

What ached your heart the most was the fact that there wasn’t much you could do to help him. Every day you watched as he took longer to get out of bed in the morning, how he sounded slower and quieter when talking to you and, the worst part, how he acted quite mechanic when doing his chores around the shop, the same ones he enjoyed so much in the past and had always gotten done with a bright smile on his face. And although he never stopped caring for you or being loving to you, the bedroom had become… inactive. And you missed it. You missed being intimate with your boyfriend, but every time you tried to initiate it, he would softly decline, claiming to be too tired. You believed it. You could see he was indeed exhausted. And not only physically, but mentally too. Perhaps the latter was actually the one weighing more.

George, however, was quite the opposite. He kept his optimism high and was always the first to wake up every morning, excited with the new day and new possibilities. He would often go out and promote the shop, talk to people and sometimes even manage to bring a customer in.

This big difference between them worried you. No, you did not expect the twins to act the same, but you hoped in secret that Fred would follow his brother’s steps and cheer up a bit.

Cheer up. Yeah. That was exactly what he needed. And what better way to cheer up someone than a surprise trip? That’s how you were going to take his mind off of work. With Hermione’s help, you planned a very romantic weekend trip out of town. You talked to George beforehand, of course, but he assured you he could take care of the shop by himself for two days. He agreed Fred needed this.

“It’s not like we’re getting many customers anyway,” he had said.

So, as Friday approached, you felt the excitement building up. You managed to act completely nonchalant around him, making sure he didn’t suspect a thing. It wasn’t a big, expensive hotel because you knew he would worry about money and that was the opposite of what you wanted for this trip. Hermione had helped you pick a small, comfy hotel that was quite charming and fit your pocket perfectly. You wanted to make sure Fred felt loved, cared for and relaxed. There was also a little extra surprise inside your suitcase that you really hoped he would like…

What you didn’t know was that Fred felt guilty. He reckoned he hadn’t been the boyfriend you deserved lately, but he couldn’t help it. The stress was almost eating him alive and his mind was always wandering back to the shop, worrying about its future. You had been so kind and patient with him, he knew you deserved better than that. The whole thing was snowballing and sometimes he couldn’t see it ending.

That Friday, when you got home from work, the shop was still open and there was actually a customer inside, talking with George. You felt relief wash over you, because you knew what that meant: Fred was probably in a good mood.

You walked straight to the flat, not daring to interrupt George, but you stopped in the middle of the stairs to watch. He was speaking with such enthusiasm, showing and explaining his products to the young boy, that it filled you with pride. You caught his eyes for a brief moment and noticed the smallest of smirks appear on his lips. Smiling back, you nodded at him. Fred was nowhere to be seen, though, so you went upstairs.

There was a delicious scent coming from the kitchen. The older twin was there, cooking. You smiled to yourself at the sight. His favorite The Weird Sisters record was playing somewhere in the flat, adding a familiar, comfortable feel to the whole scene. Fred’s back was facing you while he chopped… carrots? on the counter. He didn’t seem to notice your presence just yet, so you took advantage of that. Placing your bag on the nearest chair, you walked in quiet steps towards your boyfriend. The fresh mint aroma coming from him meant he had probably just showered. Oh, and how you missed showering with him.

You couldn’t refrain your smile from growing even bigger once you noticed Fred’s body was swinging from side to side, so imperceptibly that you almost missed it. Carefully, you wrapped your arms around him from behind, resting your cheek on his back. You felt him tense up for a mere second before realizing who it was. He soon relaxed, letting go of the knife and placing his clean hand on yours.

“Didn’t hear you coming in,” he stated, voice low and raspy.

You hummed in response and placed a soft kiss on the nape of his neck. Fred turned around and briefly met your lips with his.

“It’s gonna take a while. Why don’t you go take a bath?”

“I will,” you nodded, running your hand from his chest to his shoulder and squeezing it gently. “How was your day?”

He shrugged. “Okay.”

“Okay”, you repeated. “Well, I hope I can make it better. I have a surprise for you after dinner.”

“A surprise?”

“Yes. I have an idea of how we can spend your days off.”

“Hm… Making plans already, are we?”

“Very good plans, yes. But you’ll have to wait until dinner.”

“Or you could tell me right now so I won’t have to.”

“But where’s the fun in that?”

You smirked and gave him another peck on the lips before rushing off the kitchen and leaving your boyfriend to his curiosity and imagination.

The warm bath made you think about a lot of things and you came to realize you were very lucky. The war was over and there you were, taking a bath in your boyfriend’s flat, the person you loved the most in the world. So many people lost their loved ones, their homes, their entire lives in that war. You knew you had many reasons to feel happy and should not take them for granted. Life was good for you right now, and you acknowledged it, promising to yourself that you were going to enjoy it the best you could, with Fred by your side.

George joined the two of you for dinner, which turned out to be the best you had in months. Not because of the food, although it was perfect, but because it felt like everything was back to normal, like all the meals you had shared before the war. Maybe it was the idea of a day off and the mention of a surprise from you, but you could see that Fred was already less gloomy or aloof.

After the meal, as if sensing you wanted to reveal your plans to Fred, George excused himself to his bedroom, claiming he still had to finish some work. You wished him goodnight, not missing the discrete wink he gave you.

“So…” you started, watching as Fred emptied his glass of pumpkin juice. “Remember when I said I had an idea on how to spend your days off?”

“Oh, yes. The surprise.”

“Well… I figured you could use a little rest from everything, so I made a reservation at a very nice hotel for the two of us to spend the weekend at.”

“You what?” Fred asked, a small smile starting to grace his lips.

“The portkey is set for our departure at 10 a.m. tomorrow.”

“But-”

“Nope. No buts,” you shook your head. “I have already packed our bags.”

“Y/N, doll, I don’t know what to say.”

“Tell me I’m amazing, the best thing that ever happened to you, an angel sent from heaven… Something humble like that.”

Fred chuckled, that contagious sound you missed hearing so much. “You’re amazing. You are the best thing that ever happened to me, a true angel sent from heaven.”

“I know! We’re gonna have so much fun,” you smiled excitedly, clasping your hands together.

“What exactly are your plans for us, though?” your boyfriend questioned, curiosity dripping from his lips.

“Oh, you’ll find out once we’re there.”

“The surprise doesn’t end here, I see.”

“Exactly. I have everything planned, baby.”

The look in Fred’s eyes seemed to indicate he had an idea of what you had planned, but he did not say a word about it. He would like to see the surprise reveal itself in the right moment. He wasn’t going to spoil your plans in any way.

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You always had your doubts when it came to ads, but this time you had to admit this was spot on. The hotel looked exactly like its pictures and descriptions.

“Mr. and Mrs. Weasley?” the receptionist asked as soon as you stepped in the lobby.

It was something so small, so simple, but it made your heart flutter and stomach fill with those restless butterflies. Mrs. Weasley. Were you ever going to become that? You wondered if Fred even noticed the little misunderstanding.

“Um,” you cleared your throat. “Actually, it’s just one Weasley. Fred Weasley. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

Your slight flustered manner didn’t go unnoticed by Fred. Despite the obvious nervousness, he thought it was rather cute. In fact, he liked to hear you be called that. Perhaps he should do something about it…

“Oh, I apologize. Mr. Weasley and Miss Y/L/N,” the receptionist corrected herself as she checked the reservation’s book. “You’re right on time, your room is ready for you. I just need your wands for ID confirmation before I give you your key.”

Both of you handed your wands to the young woman behind the desk and she did as she was supposed to. Sooner than you had anticipated, you were in the lovely suite you had reserved.

Fred placed the small handbag on the bed – blessed be the extension charm, that’s all you had to carry for that trip – and walked around the room curiously. You went straight for the big window and opened the curtains. There it was. The view you had seen on the ad and that had made you instantly choose this hotel.

“Fred,” you called softly, looking behind you. “Come see.”

Your boyfriend let go of the catalog on the nightstand and approached you, eyeing the outside in awe.

“Wow,” he breathed. “It’s beautiful.”

“Isn’t it?”

When making the reservation, you were met with the question: would you like a room with view to the street/village or to the beach? And you chose the beach, although the village was a lovely sight. Now, seeing Fred’s reaction, you were absolutely sure you had made the right choice.

The hotel was in a small village where both wizards and muggles lived. With a little help from magic, the wizards could go unnoticed and the muggles lived everyday life without a single clue of the existence of such peculiar neighbors. The beach was right behind the village, and your room being in the back of the hotel, you had a wonderful privileged view of nature’s beauty.

“Wanna go down there?” you asked.

“What’s in your plans?” he asked back, switching his gaze from the window to you.

“Beach,” you replied with a small smile. “Basically the entire day at the beach, lunch at a muggle restaurant down there too. But dinner here.”

“I’ll follow your script, doll.”

Fred placed his hand on your waist and pulled you closer, pressing his lips ever so gently on yours. You instantly let go of the curtains so you could run your fingers through his soft hair. The light fabric fell back to its place, covering the windows again and leaving the room a little darker than before. Fred’s gentle kiss wasn’t so gentle anymore.

No, not yet.

You broke the kiss and pulled back, biting your lip as you started to feel that you might not be able to wait until the right time for your surprise.

“I’m starving,” you whispered against his lips.

“Me too,” he pulled you closer again.

“Let’s go, then.” You managed to get out of his embrace and grab the handbag before heading to the bathroom to change into your bathing suit.

A hungry Fred was left standing by the big window.

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It had been hard.

It had been hard seeing you in so little clothing, dripping wet, skin glistening as droplets of water reflected the sunlight. But Fred managed.

All he had in his mind every time he saw you leaving the water was how he wanted to take you then and there. He had to distract himself from those thoughts, paying attention to what you were saying but not too much to your moving lips. He knew you had something planned and he was appreciative of how much effort you had put in this weekend for him. That was the only reason he wasn’t indulging to his not-so-pure thoughts.

Lunch was a good distraction too, specially since you had to convince a muggle child she had imagined it when she saw Fred stop his falling fork mid-air.

Now, as the two of you walked hand in hand back to the hotel, he wondered if he was going to be rewarded for the self-control test he had just passed. You were humming a song as you observed the houses, trying to guess which ones were muggles and which ones were wizards.

“What’s next?” he asked.

“Dinner!” you answered excitedly. “But, if I were you, I wouldn’t go overboard.”

“Why, if I may ask?” but Fred already suspected why.

“Well… there might be plans for after dinner as well.”

Fred held your hand tighter and pulled you towards the hotel in a faster pace. You chuckled, feeling the excitement grow bigger and bigger.

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“Dessert?” the waiter asked as he took the empty plates from your table.

“No, thank you,” Fred replied before you had the chance. “We’re calling it a night, aren’t we, sweetheart?”

“Actually,” you smirked at your boyfriend before looking at the waiter. “I’d like chocolate pudding, please.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

As soon as the waiter left, Fred gave you a look.

“What?” you asked nonchalantly.

“I thought you said we wouldn’t go overboard.”

“I’m not going overboard. I had a small plate,” you shrugged.

“Right,” Fred sighed, bouncing his leg under the table.

When your chocolate pudding came, you grabbed the spoon and took a small amount to your mouth. Fred watched your every move, arms crossed and brows slightly furrowed as he saw you slowly lick the spoon. You pretended you didn’t know he was watching, eyes on the tiny bowl in front of you, and you mouthed another spoon, unintentionally getting pudding all over your lips.

Your boyfriend gulped as he watched you run your thumb over your lower lip, getting rid of the chocolate there, and gently suck on it.

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N,” he mumbled.

“Hm?” you looked at him innocently.

“Just eat the damn thing.”

“You want some?” you raised the spoon at him.

“Yes, I want some.”

You felt your cheeks burn just a little bit with his remark, heart begin to race as the ideas for what you wanted to do to him tonight started to flood your mind.

“If you wait patiently, you might get what you want,” you teased, looking back at the bowl and already serving another spoon, which you quickly brought to your lips, licking all the content off of it.

Fred shook his head, one corner of his lips going upwards ever so slightly, eyes glued on you.

“You sure you don’t want to taste it?” you offered again, lips glistening as you cleaned them with your tongue.

“I will taste it,” his eyes pierced through your body and suddenly the hotel was too hot.

You had barely served the last spoon of pudding when Fred stood up and let the waiter know you were headed to the room.

“I haven’t finished yet,” you protested and he immediately took the last spoon from your hand and into his mouth.

“Now you have,” he said as he pulled you from the chair.

The way back to the suite felt much longer than it actually was, but as soon as you reached the door, Fred’s lips were on yours. You had trouble to get the key with your boyfriend’s hands all over you, pulling your body hard against his.

“Fred,” you breathed, stepping back. “There’s another surprise.”

Before he could say anything, you unlocked the door and went inside.

“Sit down,” you slowly pushed him to the bed. “And close your eyes.”

Fred complied with no protests, but you could see he was getting flustered, probably guessing what was coming.

You blew out most of the candles illuminating the room and left only a few to create the romantic atmosphere you wanted. You went to the bathroom and changed into the expensive lacy lingerie you had bought for this exact occasion. It was red, a color you had learned Fred was very fond of when it came to this kind of clothing, and had one small, delicate bow right between your breasts.

“Are your eyes closed?” you asked from the bathroom, hand on the doorknob.

“Yeah,” you heard in response.

“No peeking ‘til I tell you to,” you warned.

“…‘kay.”

You opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom. Fred was still sitting on the bed, one leg bouncing impatiently, and a slight frown between his eyebrows.

Slowly, you approached the bed and stood right in front of him.

“Open your eyes,” you whispered.

As soon as he did, Fred sucked in a shaky, quiet breath. He eyed you from head to toe, not hiding his astonishment.

“Baby,” he mumbled in a deep voice, already feeling his pants get a little too tight as his eyes still traveled through your entire figure.

“Do you like it?” you asked.

“Mm-hmm,” he nodded, biting his bottom lip.

“Good,” you smiled, placing your hands on each of his shoulders. “Now let me show you how proud I am to be your girlfriend.”

Your lips met Fred’s in a slow, deep kiss as you climbed the bed and straddled him, your arms thrown around his neck. Fred let out a soft moan when he felt your weight against his lap, his hands going up your back, fingertips sending shivers down your spine as they searched for the bra clasp. However, you stopped them and placed them back on your hips.

“Not so fast,” you whispered against his lips.

Before he could protest, you kissed him again, now pushing him all the way back to lay down on the bed. Hovering above him, you started pulling up his shirt, which he quickly got rid of for you. You chuckled. Maybe you weren’t the only one who had missed this.

Now that you had free access to his torso, you began to place soft, wet kisses on his neck, slowly moving down to his chest and stomach, painfully taking your time.

You could feel Fred’s breathing get deeper and deeper as you kissed his abs, working your way down to his pants. Once there, you stopped the kisses for a brief moment, so you could focus on getting rid of that piece of fabric. Again, Fred quickly helped you out until you were both just in your underwear.

The sight sent goosebumps through your body and you inevitably bit your lower lip. He was already so hard, you felt the anticipation building up inside you.

You decided to torture him for a little bit – just a little bit – and carried on with the kisses, not taking off his underwear quite yet. However, Fred’s impatience was growing and he didn’t think he would manage to wait for too long. His hand found your hair and he started stroking it, running his fingers through it, a disguised way to guide your head to where he needed you the most. You realized his intentions, but you did not stop him. You let him take you where he wanted and soon your lips found his still covered length.

“Shit, Y/N.”

You smirked.

Slowly, you started pulling down the last piece of clothing until you completely freed him. He was so beautiful. You still had a silly smile on your face as you ran your tongue all the way up from the base to the tip, where you placed a gentle kiss. Fred’s soft moan reached your ears, a beautiful sound that made you even more wet.

You took him in your mouth and started sucking the tip in a slow, teasing pace, while your hand loosely stroked him. You didn’t want him to cum yet. You wanted him to last. And you were going to make him last.

Fred’s hand never left your hair, and he began to slightly pull it, asking for more. He needed more.

“Y/N,” he moaned. “Y/N, please.”

You ignored him and kept going in that insanely slow pace, taking your time. What was the hurry?

You heard a low groan, and felt him move his hips against you. You stopped.

“Behave yourself, Weasley.”

“Baby… Please.”

You smirked again, giving him one last stroke, and you let go of him.

Fred looked at you in a way you hadn’t seen in a while. His eyes were dark, full of pure lust. But also desperation and discontent with the sudden lack of touch.

You crawled on the bed until your face was right above his, and you kissed him. It was a deep, passionate, hurried kiss between two people who were eager for each other. This time, you didn’t stop Fred’s hands from going up your back and unclasping your bra. He took it off and you quickly felt his left hand on your right breast, squeezing it. His right hand, however, was going up and down your side, sending shivers through your bare skin. He rested it on your waist for a little bit before going down to your ass and squeezing it tightly. You moaned against his lips, your own impatience growing.

You only stopped the kiss to get rid of your panties, the last piece of fabric separating you from him.

Fred watched as you got off of him and started to pull it down your smooth legs. He could feel his cock throbbing at the sight of your completely naked body. You were breathtakingly, heart-racingly beautiful. He loved the lingerie, he really did, but he loved your body a thousand times more. And he would never get tired of looking at it.

When you straddled him again, skin to skin now, he thought he would cum right then and there. You smiled at him, that beautiful smile that never changed, and kissed him one more time. Fred placed his hands on your waist, squeezing it gently, as if to encourage you. Not wasting another second, you guided his tip to your entrance and slowly sank down on him, allowing him to get all the way inside you, quite easily given how wet you were.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he moaned.

Letting out your own whimpers, you placed your hands on his chest and started riding him, still slowly, still teasingly. Fred’s moans soon turned into groans, complaints. He was getting tired of the teasing, he was already on edge. He couldn’t take it anymore. With a swift move, Fred shifted the both of you so now he was on top. He started thrusting into you, quite roughly, earning a loud approving moan from you.

“Fred,” you gasped, digging your nails into his shoulders.

He kept going, pounding harder and harder, moaning as he did so.

You started kissing his neck, biting, sucking, anything that would leave a mark.

“Yes, baby,” you cried out as he thrusted even deeper.

The bed was making a discreet creaking sound that you weren’t sure if the people in the other rooms could hear. You hoped not, but honestly? Right now you didn’t care. The sound of Fred’s heavy breaths, moans, groans and whimpers were all you were paying attention to. Beautiful sounds that had the power to shut down anything else in your mind.

The rhythm he had created was sending you to heaven with every motion. His lips soon found your own again and he kissed you as if he hadn’t done it just minutes before.

“Fuck, Y/N. I’m close.”

“Me too.”

As you felt your body tense, Fred came inside you with a low groan, slowing down just a tad bit. He kept thrusting, however, knowing you were about to reach your climax too. And not long after him, you felt a wave of pleasure wash over you, and your body relaxed completely.

Both of you were panting against each other’s neck, your arms still loosely around his shoulders as he slowly pulled out and collapsed on top of you.

Hugging him more tightly, you felt Fred leave small kisses on your neck, and you closed your eyes, enjoying the extra-tingly sensation. You started to run your fingernails up and down his back, the other hand caressing his hair.

If you concentrated hard enough, you could hear the waves crashing on the beach, the giggling of children playing down there, and the muffled music coming from the muggle restaurant. You felt so at ease.

After a long moment of peaceful, comforting silence, Fred looked up and smiled. “I love you so much.”

You smiled back. “I love you too.”

Not bad for round one.

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#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley smut #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley fanfic #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley fic #harry potter fanfic #harry potter imagine #hogwarts #gryffindor #slytherin #ravenclaw #hufflepuff #random tag

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thiscastielhasflown · 4 years ago

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day three of day two of j&kcreatorfest (with @expectingtofly)— prompts: movie night or baking dean just wants to watch brokeback mountain in peace and cas is there to enjoy the emotional roller coaster ride. (2.1k) [does contain spoilers of the movie's plot, you have been warned]

"Okay choose — Midnight Cowboy or Brokeback Mountain?"

Cas looks directly at Dean who is standing in front of him holding two DVDs and smiling wide with eagerness. To celebrate and commemorate their first Pride Month official out together, both collectively decided to watch a different LGBTQ+ themed movie every night during June (if at all possible).

Rather than the Winchester/Leahy family's normal Tuesday night movie routine, Sam and Eileen were more than willing to change up their usual viewing schedule — even helping to prepare and order movies unavailable to be streamed. But sadly this night coincided with their short weekend getaway trip up to Donna's cabin for a needed change in scenery from the bleak walls of the bunker. No matter how good the movie choice was going to be for those nights, nothing compares to either couple getting some alone time together.

Cas and Dean are left alone to watch a movie in the newly renovated 'Dean Cave' — now including a larger sectional couch (to fit everyone more comfortably), an LED monogrammed neon light of Dean's nickname from Cas, 'Titan', along with new pictures hung up from a recent family photoshoot, and a new stereo sound system all set up by Dean earlier that day.

While Dean was busy with that, Cas was in the kitchen trying out a homemade sourdough pretzel dough recipe — made with his own fermented starter — along with a batch of double-chocolate chunk brownies with lines of caramel crisscrossing across the top as their movie viewing snack for the night.

"I thought we were watching the Trixie Mattel documentary."

"I know we agreed on that, but I'm more into a gay cowboy sort of mood tonight. You feel me?"

Cas blinks, "I haven't felt you yet."

"Cas, it's a figure of speech. Stay on track. Which one do you want to watch?"

"Isn't Trixie a gay Western icon as anyway?"

Dean hesitates, "Well, I would say not exactly. Maybe because of her music style and love for Dolly—"

"Parton, we've listened to her music before," Cas interrupts.

Dean smiles, "Yes we have. We've listened to Trixie too. So I guess it depends on who you ask if they’d categorize her as a modern gay Western icon in the drag business. We're sidetracked, please just pick one."

"Okay, sorry. How about the one with the happier ending."

Dean pauses to think, "I don't think either end up happy."

"Then the one where someone doesn't die."

Dean pauses again, "I...do believe someone dies in both of them."

"Then what are the differences?"

"To be honest, there really aren't that many," Dean laughs it off, "They both take place within the same 1960s setting, even though Brokeback was made in 2004. There are two main male characters in both, who aren't close in the beginning but end up so by the end. Um. The biggest difference is that Brokeback actually takes place in Western-type locations, where Midnight Cowboy setting is in New York. Is any of this helping in your decision process?"

"To be honest, not really," Cas stands up from the couch and adjusts his shirt, "Well, you go ahead and make the final decision, okay? Let me go grab the pretzels and brownies from the kitchen while you get it set up. Want a beer?"

"Yes, please. Can you bring extra cheese sauce too?" Dean answers.

"Of course, nacho or cheddar?"

A sparkle glazes over Dean's eyes as he looks at Cas, a smirk making its way across his lips, "How about both?"

"Sure can," Cas leans in to give Dean a kiss on the cheek, brushing his hand up against the other man's shoulder, "Be right back."

Dean watches Cas walk out of the room with a smug look on his face, admiring his love before bending down in front of the TV console and turning on the DVD player to give it time to boot up. He looks back and forth between either movie case, still unable to pick one over the other. Sighing, he ends up picking Brokeback Mountain, knowing deep down that Cas would most likely end up enjoy watching it more.

As he stands back up holding the DVD player remote in his hand, he hears the sound of Cas walking down in the hallway near the mancave’s door. They've been together so long at this point, but even the slightest presence of Cas will still make a butterfly giddiness erupt inside of Dean.

"Right on time as always," Dean puts down the remote after pushing 'play', grabbing the plate and beer held out to him by Cas.

He holds it up to his nose and breathes in the mingling smells of delicious food, "You really outdid yourself on this one."

Cas blushes from the compliment before pulling his own plate closer to him, breaking off a piece of the brownie and slipping it into his mouth, "Glad to know you approve."

Dean winks and takes a bite of his own, letting out a tiny moan of satisfaction from the taste, "Did you put sea salt in this?"

"I'm surprised you noticed, it was one of my secret ingredients I added in. Thought it would go well with the caramel."

"Your intuition was right, this is delicious," Dean takes another large bite and lets the flavors melt over his tongue.

At this point in the movie, Jack and Ennis sit at the bar drinking together, getting the chance to have the last bit of freedom before heading up to the mountain to work. This reminds Dean of the many times he's shared a drink with Cas before they assumed the worst would happen, losing each other. Yet those moments have now become ones he'll never forget.

The soft touch of a hand against his face pulls Dean's eyeline from the movie, Cas reeling him into a deep kiss, their lips melding into each other creating a familiar yet comfortable feeling.

Before letting anything escalate Dean pulls back and faces his head back towards the TV, reaching up to wipe off his bottom lip softly, "Watch the movie, you're going to miss a good part."

Cas pulls away and pouts, giving him one last peck on the neck before returning fully to the boundaries of his seat.

Dean turns his head back again to Cas and reaches out for his hand, weaving their fingers together, "Hey don't do that, all I wanna do is watch the movie. We can do plenty of that later."

"Fine, fine," Cas mocks, grabbing a piece of the soft pretzel and dips it in the cheese, shoving it in his mouth with a hint of annoyance.

They manage to in silence to watch the movie a little longer before Cas speaks up again, "So...what exactly is going on?"

Dean clears his throat, "Well, Jack and Ennis got their orders to go up to the mountain to go work with the sheep and they're still trying to get used to each other. Testing out the ropes, trying to work together as a team."

"Are you sure they fall in love? They definitely don't very seem into each other at the moment."

Dean takes a sip of his beer, "Love happens in mysterious ways Cas, just like us. It is never as easy as we think, especially when two people don't really get along, to begin with."

"We got along just fine, what are you talking about?"

The only thing Dean does when he hears Cas make that statement is laugh, downing another large gulp of his beer.

Cas tilts his head, "Why are you laughing?"

"Your memory must be skewed now that you're human. Don't you remember threatening my life multiple times? Trust me, you and Uriel were a couple of dicks for the majority of that early time."

"I've changed a lot since then."

Dean smiles and squeezes Cas' hand, "We've both changed a lot. Us, being here like this, is the ending we both deserve. For them, it was much harder of a situation. Their free will isn't as fluid as the ones we take for granted."

"You're not telling me—" Cas sits back with wide eyes, trying to formulate the future plot points in his head.

"I'm not going to spoil anything from the movie, you're going to have to watch it yourself to find out yourself," Dean mimics zipping his lips and turning a key to lock it, "My lips are sealed.”

A sudden vibration erupts from Dean's back, shoving his hand into it and pulling out his phone to see Sam's picture contact picture lit up (from a drunken Halloween night dressed up in a Chewbacca costume, minus the head, with a herbal cigarette dangling between his lips), swiping to answer, "Hey Sammy, what's going on?"

"Hey-uh-hi, are you busy right now?" Sam asks in a mildly frantic tone of voice over the phone.

"Well—" Dean signals to Cas to pause the movie, "It is movie night like you know, but I can talk. Everything going okay?"

"No, yeah, everything is fine. Do you know how to treat a spider bite?"

Dean coughs slightly in surprise, "Are you telling me you already managed to get a spider bite?"

Cas, overhearing the conversation holds a hand up to his mouth to help suppress the giggling he's unable to prevent himself from doing.

"Yeah, um, neither Eileen and I can remember if it's supposed to be a cold or warm compress."

Dean shakes his head and lets out a chuckle, "Did you just drunkenly call me, to ask me, how to treat a spider bite less than 24 hours after leaving here?"

"Yes Dean, do you have the answer or not?"

"Go get some ice and makeshift ice pack. For the swelling. Any other questions?"

Sam pauses not answering right away, Dean hears the sound of rustling and clanking of ice in the background, "No that should be it. Thank you."

"Yep, you're welcome. Bye," Dean hangs up before Sam can say anything else.

"I'm sorry for all of the distractions tonight Dean, I really am. I know how much you wanted to watch this movie," Cas puts a hand on his shoulder, slightly massaging at the tense muscle underneath Dean's favorite Led Zeppelin shirt.

"It's fine Cas, we can stop the movie if you want. Maybe pick it back up tomorrow?"

"Why can't we continue watching it? If we have to pause again, then we pause again. Anyway, you have me interested in learning what will happen.”

“Alright, we’ll continue.”

Thankfully, no one else bothers them for the rest of the movie. Even when Cas was confused in certain sections, he reminded quiet and attentively watched, quickly becoming attached to the characters and the blossoming (and losing) love between them. When the credits begin to roll, Dean looks over to see Cas crying, tears streaming down his face, and biting on his bottom lip to possibly contain his emotions.

"Cas, what's wrong?"

"The jacket...Jack was the one who took the jacket that Ennis thought he forget on the mountain. He took it and kept it for all those years. And now...with Jack gone..." Cas leans in towards Dean, who wraps his arms around his shoulder in comfort, pressing little kisses on the top of his head. He lets Cas cry, holding onto him tight.

When Cas feels ready enough to pull away, Dean reaches up to wipe the tears from his cheeks, "What’s wrong Cas?"

"It just reminds me of us. When you kept my coat, the symbolism of keeping an article of clothing when your loved one is gone. In this case—" Cas sucks in a deep breath, bottom lip quivering, "Ennis lost Jack, his soulmate. But no matter how many times you've lost me, I've always come back. I wish that could have been the same for them."

"Oh, babe..." Dean pulls Cas into a kiss, strong and supportive, "They got to share their love while they could, and even though things could have been different, that was the ending destined for the."

"Why couldn’t they have ended up together?"

"Just how their cards were played, nothing we can change about it.”

Cas sighs, rubbing away his remaining leftover tears, "This really is a goddamn bitch of a unsatisfactory situation."

Dean can't help himself from laugh out of happiness, "That was a pretty good usage of that phrase, glad to know you picked up on it."

"Oh, it's going to be my go-to now, along with 'I wish I knew how to quit you’."

"Sounds to me like you liked the movie. Well, I do have an idea," Dean stands up from the couch and reaches for Cas' hand, pulling him up to a standing position, "How about we go start something? Sound good to you?"

#j&kcreatorfest #dean winchester #castiel #deancas #destiel #i know this is late don't just me #i'm positing it anyway #this goes out to all of the drag queen brokeback mountain fans out there #hopefully i have hit a niche audience #jace is typing...

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thefloorisbalaclava · 5 years ago

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a/n: you didn’t exactly ask for this, but i wrote it anyway. i hope you like it! (and i kept it under 2k! lol)

warnings: smut - exactly what it says in the ask lol

Frankie had been dying to bring you up here. Even as he drove, he kept glancing at you excitedly, looking for your reaction as the road led you deeper into the mountains. You smiled dreamily out the window, watching the raindrops as they left paths against it.

“I used to make them race,” he said suddenly, and you looked at him.

“Hm?”

“The raindrops. When I was little, I would pretend the raindrops were racing each other down the window. Kept me entertained on long rides.” He smiled fondly and you took his free hand in yours.

“I honestly don’t know how you do it, but you get more adorable to me every damn day.” You kissed his hand then looked ahead. “At least it’s not snow.”

“Rain, snow, whatever…I’m just happy we’re finally able to get up here together. A nice, long weekend with each other.”

“I can’t believe you have a cabin. That’s so cool.”

“Just a little…escape. No one else knows about it. Used to come up…before I met you…just to get away from all the noise.” He looked straight ahead, smiling. You could tell because of the dimple.

“Thank you for sharing your secret spot with me.”

“Our secret spot now.” He turned down a road you certainly would have missed. There was a path left by the other trips he’s taken up here but not much else. When the cabin came into view you gasped.

“Holy shit,” you whispered. The rain stopped as well as if it knew you wanted to get out and admire it. The view was something else as well. As soon as Frankie stopped the car, you hopped out and stared at the well-built cabin. “This is gorgeous.”

“Nothing compared to you but…it’s pretty nice.” He walked over and stood beside you, putting his arm around your shoulder. “It’s nice to finally share it with someone.” You turned to him and he kissed you. It was supposed to be a quick kiss, but you couldn’t seem to break away from each other. The rain had other ideas though as another downpour began.

“Shit!” you yelled, and Frankie handed you the keys.

“Get the door open! I’ll get our stuff!” He ran to the car and grabbed all the bags then ran back to you where you waited with the door open. “Never made out in the rain before,” he joked as he made it inside.

“Well, now we can both cross it off our bucket list.” You stood by the door and kicked off your shoes. “We’d better take all our wet stuff off right here.”

“You cold?” he asked, and you nodded. He removed his boots and jogged over to the fireplace. There was wood stacked beside it and he immediately started adding a few logs. It seemed that no sooner had you removed your clothes than he had a fire started.

“You’re good at that.” You walked over, immediately feeling the warmth of the fire. He stared up at you where you stood in only your underwear.

“I sure as hell don’t need a fire to warm me up now.” He stood and wrapped his arms around you making you squeal.

“Frankie! You’re freezing! Get those wet clothes off now!”

He chuckled as he moved away from you and stripped down to his boxer briefs. When he stood beside you again, he held his hands out in front of the fire trying to get them warm.

“Hurry up,” he mumbled.

“What?”

“I want my hands to warm up so I can touch you,” he admitted.

“Here, lemme see if I can help. Let’s sit.” You sat on the plush carpet in front of the fireplace and he joined you. “Gimme.” He put his hands in yours and you began rubbing them and blowing on them the way your mom did when you were little. He watched you the whole time, loving the way the firelight seemed to make you glow. “There. That’s better, hm?”

“Much better. Now, come here." He tapped his lap then held his arms open. You climbed onto his lap and kissed him right away. “Mm, talk about warm…”

“You’re the warm one. My personal heater…most of the time, at least.” You felt his fingers fiddling with your bra. “Sir…”

“I got it,” he said, and you laughed at the determination etched into his face. “Ha! See…” Your bra fell away with some help from him and he tossed it.

“I’m gonna have to find that later.”

“I’m here to help.” He kissed at your bare skin making you tremble. “Are you still cold?”

“No. That tremble is for an entirely different reason,” you reassured.

“Oh? Is it because I did this?” He kissed your neck, dragging his tongue over it lightly and you trembled again. “Guess it is.”

“You know exactly what you do to me, Frankie.”

“Do I?” he asked innocently.

“You do.” You ran your fingers through his wet hair, scratching at his scalp and he closed his eyes, a groan rumbling somewhere deep in his chest. “Like that?” You looked down. “Yeah…you do.” Even in just the light from the fire you could see his face flush.

“Babe…” You kissed him, taking any ounce of shyness he had left away. He looked up to you, dazed by love and lust and everything in between as you pressed yourself against him. “Bedroom?”

You shook your head. “Right here.” You looked at the fire. “Always wanted to try this…” He whined as you stood from his lap, but you didn’t stay away long. Your panties slid down to your ankles and he helped you step out of them, kissing your legs as he did.

“Hold on,” he said nodding to the mantel above the fireplace.

“What? Why?” It didn’t take long for him to show you. He got up on his knees, kissing up your thighs until he reached exactly where he wanted. “Oh…oh!”

“Warned you.” His eyes lit up as he hooked your leg over his shoulder and buried his face between your legs. You ran your fingers through his hair again and pulled when he hit a spot you really liked. His eyes closed as he groaned against you.

“Oh my god…” you gasped.

He held onto you as you used one hand to keep yourself upright. He took the hand you had in his hair and held it with his own, lacing his fingers with yours. You looked down and his eyes opened, meeting your gaze. With him holding your hand and your gaze, you came undone, your fingers digging into the mantel with one hand, and the other squeezing Frankie’s hand for dear life. Your body shook as you rested against the mantel and Frankie lowered himself to the floor again.

“Get down here before you fall over.” He pulled you down to him and you smiled.

“You’re all messy.” You looked at his glistening lips and chin, feeling somewhat scandalous.

“Wanna help me clean up? Hm?” He moved in for a kiss, but you surprised him by licking along his bottom lip first. You felt him stir in his boxer briefs and grinned. “You never cease to amaze me,” he said, and you let him kiss you this time. Your hand palmed at him and he gasped against your lips.

“Let’s get you out of these.”

He nodded, lifting his hips so you could remove them. You wasted no time taking him in hand so you could lower yourself onto him.

“Ffffuck,” he breathed, laying his head against your chest, and holding you still. “Wait…just…gimme a minute…”

“Frankie, I need to move.” You tightened around him and he groaned loudly. “Look at me.” It took him a moment, but he lifted his head and looked into your eyes. With a kiss, he helped you move on him at a steady pace. Not too fast, not too slow.

“You’re beautiful like this.” His voice sounded raspier now. “So damn beautiful.”

“You feel so good.” You wrapped your arms around him and moved a little faster.

“Fuck me,” he whispered, looking right into your eyes.

“I am,” you said with a smile, lifting yourself up and coming down on him hard. His mouth dropped open, but no sound came out and you giggled. “Too much?”

“God, no. Please don’t stop.” He held your hips as you repeated the movement a few more times until he had to hold you still again. “Okay…okay…”

“Too much now?” you teased.

“Yeah, maybe. Or maybe I just wanna make sure you…” He slipped his down between your legs. “…get yours one more time before I do.” He smiled as you threw your head back then looked down at his hand. “Feel good, huh?”

“Mmhmm.” You nodded and started moving on him again. His fingers rubbed against you at the same pace. He watched you with something akin to awe in his eyes like he’s never seen you this way before. Maybe it was the firelight or making love somewhere you never had before, but it felt different. It felt amazing. That’s not to say it wasn’t amazing every time, but being here away from the world, heightened something in the both of you. You felt as though you were flying and he, of course, was your pilot guiding you as high as you could go before bringing you back down to earth.

You cried out, moving one of your hands down on top of his as he moved his fingers on you. He could feel you tightening around him, pulling him deeper as you come. Your body went limp, but he held you upright, thrusting a few more times before groaning your name and stilling, the muscles in his stomach contracting and his thighs trembling, as he comes not long after you.

He held you that way a bit longer before lowering you to the soft rug carefully. He slipped out of you with a gasp then stood on weak legs to run to the bathroom. Your eyes are closed when he returned and you sigh contentedly as he places the warm cloth against your skin, wiping between your legs gently.

“Thanks baby.” You pulled his head down so you could kiss him then roll onto your side to watch the fire.

“Great start to our weekend, hm?” he asked as he wrapped an arm around you and nuzzled your back.

“A perfect start.” You played with his fingers, loving the rough but gentle feel of them. “Thanks again…for bringing me here, for sharing your secret getaway with me.”

“I think it’s safe to say it’s our secret getaway now. We can come up here anytime you want.” He kissed your shoulder.

“Our own little world. Our own little slice of heaven.” You turned your head to look at him.

“You are my slice of heaven, ángel,” he said quietly.

“And you are mine.”

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#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #francisco 'catfish' morales #pedro pascal #triple frontier #headcanon

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allidoiswritewritewrite · 4 years ago

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Mr. and Mrs. Barnes

AN: So... I watched Mr. and Mrs. Smith last night, then immediately got this prompt from writingexercises.co.uk and I figured I would try my hand at it. This is my first fic in YEARS and my first fic ever here, so be kind plz and thank you :) let me know what you think, or if you think I left anything out of the TW.

Pairing: Assassin!Bucky Barnes x Assassin!Reader

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: Mr. and Mrs. Bucky Barnes had a happy marriage for six years, until they realized they were competing assassins.

TW: Some violence, shooting, mention of guns and a knife

To save his own life, he knew he would have to kill her.

That much became apparent to him as soon as he realized the woman who took a shot at him on a job that day was his wife of six years.

He sat on a rooftop, legs dangling over the edge while a cut bled freely from above his left eye brow as the only evidence of the job gone wrong. His hair hung around his face, the sweat beading off his nose as he pondered his options.

Steve’s voice was droning on in the background, telling him how he told him so, and lecturing him about how could he be so stupid.

“You were probably just a job to her this entire time, Buck.”

Bucky didn’t think that could be true. With his eyes shut and his metal fist clenched, he looked down and remembered the night they first met.

Dusk was falling over a sleepy Seattle as Bucky tucked a sheathed knife into the waistband of his jeans, walking into the quiet bar to enjoy a drink.

As he glanced across the room, he saw her sitting there. Eyes shining in the neon lights hung up behind the bar, smiling to the bartender while she swirled a glass of whiskey around in one hand.

Her hair was a windswept mess, but her put-together pencil skirt and blazer suggested it was just a long day at the office.

He felt like he didn’t have any control as he walked over and took the stool next to her. Like a moth to a flame, he was entranced.

That’s how it all started, six years ago.

Staying in that bar until the last call, going back to her place and pulling at each other’s clothes as they walked through the door.

Bucky shook himself out of the memory. That was before he knew everything about her was a lie. Maybe he was just a job to her after all.

He thought back to the mission the day before when he realized what a disaster his life was.

Alexander Pierce, class A scumbag and member of the World Security Council, was set to be driving through that desert any minute.

Bucky’s M82 sat next to him, his music blaring next to him.

Who would hear it anyways?

That turned out to be his first mistake.

How was he supposed to know someone else was trying to take out his mark at the same time and place as him?

Five minutes after he settled in, a bullet hit the sand near him.

Looking up, he saw a figure aiming an M82 of their own his way.

He grabbed his backup gun, an AK-47, and turned it on them, raining bullets on their sheltered area before running to find cover.

As bullets chased him through the desert, he looked to the right and saw the SUV carrying his target flying through the hellscape.

He didn’t realize who his would-be killer was until he got back to Seattle, rain pouring down outside as he reviewed the tapes from the day’s failed mission.

When her hair blowing in the wind, lips puckered while she tried to take him out, he knew who she was.

That’s when he thought: what if I was her target all along?

He blinked away the thought and steeled himself, bidding goodbye to Steve and waved off his offers of help.

“I’m with you to the end of the line, pal. You say the word and I’ll be there.”

No, this was something he would have to take care of on his own.

To save your own life, you knew you would have to kill him.

Your marriage was an impulsive one, but everything always felt so right.

Now, though, as you sat in the quiet hotel bar staring down at the whiskey in your hand, things had never felt more wrong.

Everything about him had been a lie.

He was no engineer. Hell, he’d probably just been trying to kill you this entire time. You scolded yourself as you remembered the day you met him.

You had stopped by the bar on a whim. Someone else had taken out your target before you ever had the chance, and you knew you were in for a reaming when you got back to the office.

That’s how you found yourself sitting at the bar, sipping a whiskey and smiling at a comment the bartender made.

When a man came over to take the bar stool next to you, you thought it would be accompanied by another pickup line that would send your eyes rolling.

But instead, a sideways glance had you turning in your seat when you saw his blue eyes shining under the brim of his baseball cap, standing out against the dark strands of hair falling out of it.

Like a moth to a flame, you were entranced.

And so, that night led to a whirlwind of two months of dating, an elopement and six happy years of marriage.

Until you saw him, gun in hand, waiting to take out your target.

You shook your head and downed the rest of your whiskey, feeling it burn as it slid down your throat.

The sun shone down on the desert sands as you fanned yourself, waiting in the vacant shed for your target.

Alexander Pierce, secretary for the World Security Council and a treasonous bastard.

He had been selling defense secrets to the country’s enemies, both foreign and domestic. At least 40 people were thought to be dead because of his actions.

You wouldn’t sleep any less at night for taking him out.

You had been taking shelter in the shed for a couple of hours, gun already set up and a bottle of water sitting next to you while you waited, when you heard someone’s music blaring to the left of you.

Looking down, you saw him. Broad shoulders stretching out a white t-shirt with sand all over it. Sweat slipping down his arms under the hot sun.

When you saw the metal arm, you knew who it was.

How could your husband, the love of your life, have betrayed you like this?

What if he was just there to kill you?

You couldn’t bring yourself to shoot him.You shot around him, got him to run so you could make a getaway.

Alexander Pierce was long forgotten.

A heavy sigh left your pursed lips as you slid some cash across the bar, stood up and walked out.

It was time to take care of business.

You noted that his truck was already parked in the driveway when you arrived at your perfectly suburban home, but not a single light shown through the windows into the night sky.

Opening the glovebox, you pulled out your handgun, flipped off the safety and took a deep breath.

You held your head high as you walked to the front door, opening it with your gun held out in front of you. You knew he had to have heard you coming.

It came as no surprise when your gun was knocked out of your hand the second you walked through the door.

That was all it took to start a tussle through the lower level of your house that left everything in tatters.

The sounds of skin slapping furniture mixed with grunts could’ve sounded erotic if you weren’t battling to the death with your betrothed.

Your back slammed into the pantry door, his arm pressing into your neck and cutting off your air supply for a moment. Wrapping your arm around his, you were able to get him off you long enough to catch your breath and send a kick to the side of his head.

“Enough with the foreplay, Barnes. Let’s get this show on the road.”

He advanced on you, gun in hand but aimed to try to hit you with it.

When you ducked, you grabbed his arm and used his momentum to get him to drop the gun.

His legs swiped yours out from under you, sending you reeling to the ground.

You latched onto his legs to pull him down and stood back up, but he didn’t follow far behind.

A punch that landed on his nose sent him stumbling back, and you pushed him onto the ground with a kick to his chest.

But that sent him just within reach of the gun you lost walking through the door.

Grabbing his off the ground, you spun around with the gun pointed toward him, his stance a mere five feet away mirroring yours.

His voice shook while he questioned you.

“Was any of it even true? Or have I just been a job this whole time?”

You shuddered, the hand holding a gun shaking as you clicked on the safety and lowered it, managing a whispered answer.

“If you think I could fake how much I love you, go ahead and take the shot Bucky.”

The seconds passed like minutes. It felt like the silence might swallow you whole, chest heaving while you watched his eyes skim across your face.

Tears shone in both of your eyes as he lowered his gun and took a step closer to you.

“I’m with you ‘til the end of the line, doll.”

/ f i n /

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #assassin!bucky barnes #assassin!reader #assassin au #bucky barnes imagine

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vegalocity · 4 years ago

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The Arrangement, Fluff 42 while Red is working on moving out?

Prompt meme 42. “For (her/him/them), (I’ll do) anything.”

I went with the moment of because i was listening to the Shrek 2 soundtrack and got really excited during ‘Ever Fallen In Love’

He had to be fast. He couldn't afford to pause for anything. But if he used his teleportation every magical being within a half a kilometer would be able to sense it with his nerves as frayed as they were. This had to be on foot if he wanted to do this without confrontation.

He had two bags on either shoulder, one full of the essentials, the other with his clothes and hygiene products and things. Of the Bull Clones an approximate twenty of them wished to remain with him and he had their AI's saved in separate hard drives in his bag, ready for new bodies once the ones they'd been recently using were destroyed to cover his escape. The last message he made on his home setup played in the back of his mind, repeating the words he'd spoken and hoping they sounded right.

“Start Recording....Hello Mother. Hello Father. I'm half sure you're going to destroy everything I left behind in retribution for my departure, but if you did decide to try and keep my files for whatever use you may be able to glean from them—doubtful, I've been working on a purging bug that should get rid of 90% of my old blueprints and research into any artifacts of power—Then consider this my farewell.”

The security system was shorting out, all the traps and precautions he'd spent decades setting up were going out in flames, making a clear exit through the Bull Clone's passageways just big enough for one fire demon to slip his way through. His parents likely distracted with a large majority of what kept them comfortable in their underground lair all acting up and going on the fritz at once. And if that was all resolved with a resounding 'break every piece of tech around them' then the handful of favors he'd called in would come in handy and he had a small yet aggravating set of demons ready to cause some distractions (and leave before they were actually in any danger, they weren't there to fight after all) until Red Son was long gone.

“Surely this must have come as a shock, to think that your ever loyal son would decide he'd rather run away and join Team Good Guy. Well... I suppose that makes sense, granted the five hundred years of pointedly ignoring I've been basically singlehandedly keeping this family afloat one might forget that I might be capable of making my own decisions, but I digress.”

One more turn, slide past the charging station he'd put up here, hope beyond hope when he undid the secret exit into the streets that there'd be no one waiting for him. He had one clone shell, AI gone running on simple manual commands, set up to explode right as he left to cover the exit as he left so he couldn't be tracked as easily.

Sure enough the charging station and the secret exit beside it were only guarded by one robot. The one he'd set up there. He punched in the exit code and the secret door slid open. He glanced at the panel again and shrugged, might as well. He lit up his fist into a flame and punched the panel, it cracked beneath his knuckles. The street was right before him. He nodded at the clone. “Self Destruct, access code 'Clean Getaway'” The Clone beeped once and he had three seconds to clear it.

-Or not.

The explosion just barely grazed him, and it wouldn't have hurt at all if it were just the flame of the explosion, but with the explosion came the shrapnel, and with a stinging sensation and the warm feeling of blood creeping down his hand, Red Son realized he'd been nicked with some stray metal.

He had a garage nearby with a stealth truck—just as tricked out as his more iconic truck, just designed to blend into the city traffic easily—and he had to get there before he was in the clear.

“See, the truth of the matter is, I've been doing a lot of thinking about my life and what I want out of it lately, I'd thought that all I desired was the three of us together again. If our family was complete then everything would slot into place, but it didn't. And I realized I'd spent half of a millennia chasing after ideals and blurry memories. And I came to the conclusion that... I don't really know much about myself outside of the context of the family. But I used to know, And as it turned out, it was when I wasn't trying to plunge the world into darkness, so I figured I could probably do that again, see if it sticks this time.”

He heard a roar behind him, and his blood turned to ice. He didn't care if it would alert his parents to his presence nearby as his equipment went to shit around them, he teleported, a flash of fire zipping through familiar roads and ending in the hidden garage, The wind was howling outside amplifying his father's rage, but his parents didn't know which garage was the one he kept his personal vehicles in.

It was just the injury making his hands shake as he slid into his stealth truck he was sure—the purple one with red flames painted on the hood and sides, but to the outside observer simply a normal truck owned by a normal person who simply liked flames and purple—and quickly shed his more distinctive clothes and pulling a nondescript coat from the camping bag in which he'd shoved as much of his clothes as he could fit. Quick as he could he bundled his hair into a hat and replaced his trademark sunglasses with a big pair that covered most of his face—both of which he already had in this truck for this exact purpose.

He started the car and drove out as calmly as he could possibly make it look.

“So take this as my formal declaration: I'm moving out. Now, You're still my parents of course, so I'll avoid confrontations if I can, but I'm not playing this game anymore. I'm not being manipulated or tricked or forced into this. This is my decision. About time I made one for myself, right?”

Though after the explosions of rage went off, the city was not laid waste to, and the people in this area were used to threatening noises anyway so nobody seemed to care.

He'd probably change back into his normal clothes once he could ensure he'd driven in enough circles around the city he would be virtually untraceable and could made the trip to Xiaotian's home.

Xiaotian...

Only hours away now.

Four months, five days. And not a single one of those days went by without thinking about him. Without reminding himself why he was doing this, reminding himself why it was worth it. To have a future with Xiaotian. To be able to be with him without constantly looking over their shoulders for prying eyes. To have that smile, that laugh, that stupid sense of humor and that dumb thing he does when he's working on a picture where he scrunches all of his face up at once and twitches his nose like a rabbit.

“You're my parents, and I still love you. And I hope, by the end of this you'll understand why I had to do what I have done. If not, then at least you can understand this: doing anything for the person you love has turned out to be a genetic trait. And for him, I'll do anything.”

Five hours of driving around aimlessly. He grabbed a snack and saw one of the bull clones whom decided to stay loyal to his parents from the corner of his eye

Four. He saw the delivery cart dart through an intersection and leaned forward to try and grab a glance, unfortunately it was already gone by the time he could.

Three. He could sense his mother laying out a searching enchantment and rolled up his window, the protection charm on the truck keeping him from prying eyes.

Two. The sun had set and twilight blanketed the sky

One. He changed back into his normal clothes and fixed his hair as best as he could. His wound had mostly stopped bleeding, but that would likely change if jostled. He wanted to make a nice first image after four months, but he couldn't look anything better than driving around for almost six hours would do to a person. Though he wouldn't care if Xiaotian looked a little more rugged than usual, so he consoled himself with the idea that he would have a similar mindset and simply be happy that the waiting was over.

And now, a future.

“I’ll see you soon, but I doubt it will be on good terms. Goodbye for now. End Recording.”

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#I got Hm. Excited #Really brings the Ending Stuff full circle I think #Hell yes some of the Bull CLones that Red MADE would be like 'nah we wanna stay with you'#Letters to vega #vega writes stories too #the arrangement AU #Holy shit this is the last prompt i've got you guys #i'm free i can work on other things again lol #spicynoodleshipping #Anonymous

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painted-piggy-ships-archive · 4 years ago

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Where Do We Begin?

Candyman/Daniel Robitaille x Eden Trowbridge

Word Count: 1066

Tag List: @fangedwife @the-schizotypal-cryptid @heavenshipped @ghostlyvenus-selfships

Summary: Follow up to He Mixes It With Love (And Makes The World Taste Good).

Warnings: Dog mention, murder mention, otherwise lmk because I’m drawing a blank ^o^”

Like my writing? Consider Reblogging 🔁 or leaving a nice Comment 💬 when you can! Thank you!

After a week and a half of recovery, Eden forced himself to move on with the Candyman paper, trying to shake off the feelings he had about that night… what happened in that bathroom? And why are three men suddenly dead of the same kinds of wounds Candyman inflicts? It’s got to be a coincidence, right?

During his recovery time at home, he began to notice things appearing at his bedroom and kitchen windows. More flowers, poetry, and even a gold necklace with a semi-realistic bee pendant. He supposed he had a secret admirer, but who would be ballsy enough to venture out here and leave things like that?

He now packed up his camera and his journal, and put on his “official journalist coat,” which was really just a hand-me-down trenchcoat with mud stains he could never seem to remove. Psyching himself up, he debated on whether he should drive or walk. It’d be safe to drive, he’d have a quick getaway if things got out of hand… but if he walked he wouldn’t risk his car being stolen or at least trashed. Then again, who would want that old hunk of junk, anyway? Eden took a breath, deciding on the car. He drove up to the foreboding apartments and mentally compelled himself to be… cool. If he was anxious, everybody would know.

Bag slung over his shoulder, he ascended the stairs while ignoring questions from suspicious residents. He came to a floor with notable graffiti on the wall; Sweets to The Sweet, in loud lettering. He took a few pictures, then paused at the apartment. The one where a woman named Ruthie Jean was murdered. The place was abandoned, but reeked of fear, as if the emotional energy of the attack was attached to the home itself.

Cautiously, Eden entered. He took a few photos, and paused again at the bathroom.

“What am I doing here?” He asked himself aloud, turning on his heel to leave. However, he was stopped by a solid figure lurking in the apartment doorframe.

“Please don’t scream.” The figure spoke eloquently, approaching with an ethereal air to its movements. “I need you to remember.”

Soon the two were only a few feet apart, and Eden cringed at a headache that brought him stumbling to his knees, yet he was still careful not to drop his bag and damage his camera. Memories that weren’t his- at least, he didn’t think they were his- flashed before his eyes. Some happy, some sad, and one incredibly violent. Tears rolled down his cheeks of their own accord as he screwed his eyes shut against the imagery.

“My love, I have come back to you. I have missed you incredibly. And I have found you… but we are different people, now.” Candyman stepped forward to cradle Eden’s head in his hand. Eden’s eyelids opened, and the gray orbs hidden behind them flicked up to study Candyman’s face… only causing him to cry harder, still without a sound.

“I recognize you,” he finally choked out, before practically gasping his name; “… Daniel.”

Candyman’s dead heart fluttered at the sound of his true name passing his lover’s lips once again.

“Daniel, I’m so sorry…” Eden sobbed into Daniel’s long coat when his past lover’s hand left his cheek. “If I could have stopped it, you know I would have-”

“It’s in the past. We still have plenty of future…” Daniel pulled Eden onto his feet. “Times have changed, too. It’s better, but it’s not great, from what I have observed.”

“Who are you talking to?” A slightly frightened woman’s voice came from behind Daniel… and suddenly Eden’s vision darkened.

~~~

“You passed out again, Eddie. Maybe you shouldn’t write this one after all…” Todd spoke as Eden woke up in his home again. He could remember more of what happened, unlike the party incident, but not everything.

“I think I know why. I saw him, I know him…”

“Who??”

“Candyman. Daniel.” Eden’s gaze flicked over the newest vase of flowers. “You’d think I was crazy if I spoke any further, though.”

“Tell me, what’s going on?” Todd asked, reaching for Eden’s hand.

“I think I was her, in a past life. The one Candyman loved. The one that would inadvertently cause his death. He spoke to me, there, in Cabrini Green… but something scared him off, and I woke up here.”

Todd did not respond. “I knew you’d think I was crazy.” Eden snatched his hand back, clearing his throat. Todd stood, instead going to busy himself with making them some tea. Alone in his room, Eden slowly crawled out of bed, dragging themself into the bathroom across the hall. He closed the door gently, as to not alert Todd, and stood in front of the mirror.

“He doesn’t believe me…” Eden sighed, then began to chant quietly. It did not take long for Daniel to appear in their bathroom, craning his neck slightly as the top of his head brushed the ceiling.

“You are accepting your fate?” He asked.

“I don’t care what you are now… there’s something within me that longs for the happiness we had. Daniel, I love you.”

Daniel kissed Eden’s forehead. “Then that is all I need.”

Todd opened the door, his face paling upon seeing the imposing figure he only knew as Candyman. “It’s real.” His voice was scarcely above a breath.

“He’s real. His name is Daniel. And my words were true,” Eden spoke firmly. Todd practically sprinted from the flat. Eden paused, then led Daniel out of the bathroom. “It’s not much…”

“It will be a fine home after the place I have slept in for so long.”

Bela’s head perked up from the couch and he growled protectively at the sight of a stranger.

“Oh, Bela, don’t be scared…” Eden stepped over to his dog, sitting beside him and petting him in a soothing manner. “This is Daniel.”

Eden waved his new, old, present, lover over and Daniel curiously held out his hand to the dog. Bela sniffed cautiously, then set his head back down, deciding the newcomer was not a threat. Seeming to truly realize how much he was getting back, Daniel pulled Eden onto his feet and embraced him for a long time.

“Where do we begin?” Eden asked softly once the two pulled away, his hand loosely placed in Daniel’s.

“Wherever you want, my love.”

#🐝Daniel is Orange🐝#clownie writes #self shipping #self shipping community #self insert #q'd

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peterstanslizzie · 4 years ago

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Reacting To: Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts (Season 3 Episode 2)

Episode Title: Code Word Milkshake

Spoiler Warning: Kindly proceed if you’ve already seen the episode or are able to handle spoilers

1. OMG! A K-pop song? That’s so cool! It sounds like BTS lol. And the song is pretty catchy too 🎵; “Dive into my ocean of love”. It’s such a bop! We see the mutes (even the Mod Frogs) fangirling HARD. But what animals are these guys supposed to be? Are they dolphins? But why do they have horns? And apparently abs as well:

2. Aww but the leader of the group, Hyun Soo (as revealed in the subtitles) soon gets paralyzed by a dart and is kidnapped after signing fan autographs. And of course, it’s the doing of Dr. Emilia as she’s seen testing a serum sample on Hyun Soo. Again, I’m impressed with her ability to be so stealthy. However, she’s finding it difficult in getting the right formula for the genetic serum since none of the samples she’s used so far has worked on the kidnapped mutes. BTW, Jamack talking to Hyun Soo is hilarious.

3. In Timbercat Village, Kipo is planning with HMUFA a mission to find Emilia, rescue their friends and retrieve Song’s research journal. Oh, did Asher get a haircut? If so, they look really nice.

4. Our boy, Benson wants Troy to come along because he feels safer when he’s around. How precious! I’m happy he gets to go on a mission with Kipo for the first time too. It’s nice to mix groups up sometimes. And it looks like it’s just gonna be a human/hybrid-only mission because the mutes won’t be able to handle Emilia’s sonic emitter. Dave is upset that he won’t be able to tag along with them. I think it’s a good thing to sit this one out because he does have a tendency to die during their missions lol.

5. They manage to hitch a ride on a couple of dragonfly mutes due to Kipo coming up with the codeword, “Milkshake” to keep situations calm. Random but okay. As they’re flying over the sea, they spot a ship, which definitely belongs to Emilia since we hear Zane asking Greta to turn on the sonic emitter as some mysterious sea creature was circling around them. Because the dragonflies are not immune to the sound, this causes them all to fall into the water

6. The group tries to climb over the ship to get a peek of the situation aboard and they can see the burrow humans enjoying their time there, splish-splashing in a giant pool paired with a crazy slide and everything.

7. Dave lets Lio and Roberto know that he wants to have a boys night out (BNO) with them. But it’s clear that he’s doing this because he still feels salty about not being included in the stealth mission. Roberto looks like he doesn’t want to go out but Lio is down to hangout with Dave-o lol.

8. Back on the Dr. Emilia’s ship, Kipo and gang try to find her lab but they almost got spotted by a blonde human girl, who apparently is able to hear Hyun Soo sing through the cafeteria vents and thus, wants him to sing for her. Kipo and Troy actually recognize her from their old burrow. She’s actually Hoag’s daugther, Doag! I can’t believe he named his daughter that lol. Anyways, they were all actually friendly with one another, so we shall see if she’s willing to help them or not. Doag really likes dancing and we see her dancing around to Hyun Soo’s singing. She then does a split and spots them. Well, she doesn’t look alarmed actually.

9. Meanwhile, Dave and Lio are playing cards but afterward, they went to check out the so-called “community bonding” session between Timbercats and the Umlaut snakes. At first, it seems like they are having a huge argument but they’re actually just writing a song and having a couple of debates. It’s song-break time. This time, the song is called ‘Friendship Alliance’. How fitting. After the performance, Lio says he wants to go to bed but Dave isn’t done yet and wants him to check out his secret stash of explosion berry cola.

10. Doag explains to the group that Dr. Emilia has been treating them nicely so far but they want her to know the truth about Emilia who has been trying to kill Kipo since she was a baby. Plus, according to Troy (and Benson from earlier on), she didn’t eat his Benson’s pancakes. Troy is way more upset about the part about the pancakes, which of course he has to be since it’s his boo’s pancakes. But my goodness, Doag’s voice is like nails on the chalkboard. Don’t you agree?

11. I think it’s hard for them to convince her that Dr. Emilia is a bad person, especially since they don’t have any real evidence to show. Emilia is like a savior to these humans. Fortunately, Doag wants to help them rescue Boom-Boom, Jamack, Camille and Hyun Soo regardless.

12. She takes them to Dr. Emilia’s lab, which isn’t very hidden like they said lol. The door’s locked but Troy, the skilled magician was able to pick the lock no problem. Benson is impressed and he actually addressed him as his boyfriend! Cute!

13. They enter the lab and we see all the kidnapped mutes trapped in their individual mute-proof cells. Aww the way Jamack called Kipo, Burrow Girl was so sweet. He has come a really long way with her since Season 1 huh? I don’t know what’s up with Boom-Boom but she(?) doesn’t look too good, almost unhinged. So, Hyun Soo is known as a Dolphicon! I guess that’s short for Dolphin and Unicorn. That’s explains the horn. I actually like the name “Wall Siren” for him as well. Despite only speaking in Korean, Hyun Soo does seem to understand English when Doag asks him “who are you?”. I feel like the introduction of Hyun Soo is like paying homage to Kipo’s animation studio, Studio Mir, which is in fact South Korean.

14. Kipo proceeds to then break them out of their cells. Doag declares she’s going to help them escape. I actually hope there’s a chance that she would be part of Kipo’s group officially. She seems cool, mostly lol. Wolf also finds Song’s research journal but before they could make their escape, the traumatized Boom-Boom looks at the needles Dr. Emilia has been using on her, freaks out and drops her nectar bombs on them, which causes the whole lab to explode. Boom-Boom needs therapy for sure. Ughh…Wolf also accidentally drops the journal and leaves it behind the lab. That book is probably destroyed.

15. Back at Timbercat village, I assume Lio had already drank the cola before he is super hyped. Yumyan also joins in on their shenanigans and he gives them the idea to steal Molly’s axe and put it in an axe bush (is that what Yumyan said?). Also, is this supposed to be a pun or something?

16. Doag puts Hyun Soo in their getaway boat but it’s weird since he’s a dolphin and can just swim in the water instead lol. They’re supposed to leave now but Kipo wants to face Emilia now. I say she’s making a bad decision here. Dr. Emilia then arrive with Greta and Zane but Wolf takes out the latter two easily. The rest of the humans come out to the deck to see what the ruckus is all about and Emilia tries to play coy and innocent with them.

17. Hoag notices that his daughter isn’t around. Our heroes try to explain to the humans that Dr. Emilia is the bad guy; They told about how Song is the Mega Monkey and how she got her to attack and destroy their home back in Season 1. And they explain that she mind-controlled Song to kill her own daughter.

Even grandma can deliver a beatdown on someone lol

18.The humans are reluctant to believe them because it does sound very farfetched. But c’mon…they should know by know that Las Vistas is a messed up place; Anything can happen. Also, don’t they remember the Mega Monkey saving them from getting gilded in Season 2. Suddenly, Hoag makes an attempt to paralyze Kipo with one of the darts but she quickly reacts and knocks him out. The humans see this and they get mad at her. Eventually, Kipo and the others make their escape. Finally.

19. Back to Lio and Dave. We find out towards the end that Molly actually killed Dave 5 times for the stunt he pulled on her lol. Anyways, the both of them are glad to have this bonding session with one another since Kipo isn’t around.

20. Our heroes reach land but Doag wants to go back because she knows her dad is worried sick about her. And so, Hyun Soo and I guess the rest of his groupmates are bringing her back there. Aww, she should’ve stayed but I understand why she wants to go back to the ship. But to be honest, somebody should’ve thought to give her a communicator or a walkie-talkie or something because at least they can know what Dr. Emilia’s next move is. Perhaps they don’t really have to think too much into it since the journals has been decimated and all…or is it?

21. Wolf, I hope you’re happy you dropped the journal lol. Dr. Emilia figures out that Kipo is X. Wait, I’m trying to remember if there any mention of X in the previous episodes. Anyways, I wonder what she’s going to do with the fur Kipo left during their last confrontation. I guess since Kipo is a human who also has the DNA of apex predators, Emilia is going to play with her recombinant DNA and figure out a way to reverse the effects of the mute DNA so that only the normal DNA will be present? I dunno….

22. Last note/tiny bit of criticism: Is it just me or do you guys sometimes think that some of the character designs look a little wonky in this episode? Sometimes, I felt like Kipo, Benson and even Troy look a little off in some frames. Anyways, that’s the end of my review of episode 2. Stay tuned tomorrow for my review of episode 3. Thanks for reading everybody!

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userarchive · 4 years ago

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Unexpected Circumstances Ch 11

Warnings: Language, talk of the job/sex trafficking. A/N: Y’all this took a fcking WEEK to work through cause there was so much detailing to pay attention to. Sue me if things aren’t accurate/canon/whatever. I think it turned out okay enough?!

To say you were practically exhausted would nearly be an understatement at this point. Living undercover was never easy, but with it being the Christmas season simply made things worse, parties were larger, filled with more people you needed to document, the drugs and alcohol moved freely through them, you dealt with more suppliers than any other time of year. You’d finally made your way past Christmas day, relishing in a couple of days of relaxation. Alejandro ordered a feast of delicacies, mimosa’s with breakfast and far too expensive wine with dinner, gifting you with the diamond bracelet you so ‘obviously deserved’ over lunch. While you had to admit, living the high life was something you did sometimes miss from your childhood, you were more than happy knowing there were only six days until SVU would make the bust, only six bullshit parties until you’d finally be free from this specific hell.

It was the evening of the 26th, you’d wrapped up Christmas, the penthouse returning to its normal decoration, prepping for the New Years Eve party. You’d set up a number of rooms for clients and girls, the top wing where your and Alejandro’s rooms were clearly off limits, but you had security placed at the top of that staircase. You traipsed down the stairs, heels in your hand, hair curled loosely around your shoulders, blue dress hugging every inch of your body like no tomorrow. The log book tucked under your arm, a smirk on your lips as you met Alejandro’s gaze.

“You ready?” You asked at the base of the stairs, slipping your feet into the heels, “Should be an easy night.”

“I’m just waiting for the 31st Chiquita.” He replied. You gave him a soft smile, happily indulging into the food he’d ordered for the two of you, gratefully accepting the glass of champagne he poured for you.

Slowly over the next couple of hours the girls started to arrive, escorted by their pimps/madams, you were quick to baby them, reminding them that when they were in your house, they didn’t need to do anything they didn’t want to. Anything unacceptable happens, they were to call you, and you’d fix the situation. You were quick to remind the pimps that it was, your house, your rules, you knew most of the girls that came through your parties were of age and willingly doing this, but there was always a limit of no. If they didn’t want it, you didn’t allow it and you were definitely going to kick a customer out and red list him from as many parties as possible.

A few hours later and the party was in full swing, you had a good handful of perps throughout the suite, everything was going smoothly, the money, booze and drugs were flowing smoothly. Alejandro kept a protective eye while you finished up the books, handing you a fresh glass of champagne when you flipped the book shut, letting out a hefty sigh. You passed it off to one of the nearby security guards, insisting he put it upstairs where you kept the others.

“You okay Mija?” He questioned as you moved from the island, facing the extravagant living room.

“Yeah.” You ran a hand through your hair as you took a hefty gulp of the alcohol “I just have a bad feeling about tonight…” You glanced up at him, “I think you should get out of here.”

“And what? Leave you to deal with the blow out on your own?” You tossed him a wicked grin,

“We both know all I have to do is shed a few tears and flip on a few of these idiots and I’ll be walking away with a misdemeanour. That last bust…wasn’t vice, sex crimes is onto us now. The target on our back is getting bigger.” Your words were quietly muttered into the rim of your champagne flute, eyes watching the room.

“Well it sounds like you know the drill, do exactly that, and we run. How do you feel about the French Polynesia? Sure beats the New York winter.” You rolled your eyes at his comment. Sure, a tropical getaway of a vacation sounded fucking wonderful right about now, but the last thing you wanted was another year under. You took a swig of champagne, leaving the glass on the counter, muttering that you were going to do a quick round of the house, not that you would find any trouble upstairs. Oh no, the trouble was walking in the door while you made your way back down the staircase.

“You really think you can throw a party on my turf without me darlin’?” Fucking Declan.

“Last I checked you weren’t invited O’Rourke.” You strode towards him, hands settling on your hips, “Not to mention this isn’t your turf.”

“C’mon sweetheart, you forget what I have to offer?” You scoffed at that, noticing Alejandro cautiously moving towards the two of you.

“Oh, what!? Strung out sixteen year olds?!” A hand wildly gestured to the four girls behind him, obviously under age and obviously not sober. “You’re just here to pretend you’re fancy when you are in fact, a piece of trash. Get the fuck out of here.” Your personal rage towards the man, knowing that he still had his bosses convinced that he was undercover when he was in fact a criminal, blinded you from noticing him pulling the gun from inside his coat. You yelped as he crashed the butt of it into the side of your head, yelling something about how you were no better than a stupid whore.

“HEY!” The shout came from Alejandro, he moved to push Declan against a wall but you were a hot second faster, a heel to the balls, you had the gun out of his hand and unloaded in a matter of seconds, tossing the magazine to the floor in the direction of the nearest security. Nonetheless he shoved his shoulders hard enough to send the other man stumbling in the direction of the elevator. You heard the all too familiar ‘gun!’ shout with just enough time to look up at Alejandro.

“Run!” Grasping your hand he tugged you towards the back entrance, you were halfway through the door when ESU caught you, coming from that entrance. The cops behind them were more than quick to wrench you and Alejandro apart, no doubt knowing exactly who you were, and catching the big fish was more important than trying to gather up minnows.

‘You have got to be fucking kidding me…’

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You knew hours had passed, you’d been taken down to the 2-4 and very unceremoniously tossed into an interrogation room, at least they’d been generous enough to un-cuff you and give you an ice pack for the pistol whipping you’d taken. Whenever a bust happened with you and Alejandro they were always going to send in the big guns, and they usually let you wait it out while they started with him. You’d collapsed yourself against the cold metal table, legs dangling off the edge, you couldn’t believe this, five days, five fucking days until SVU was supposed to make the bust. You were livid with whatever dumb ass Captain approved the bust without communicating to other units, and on the 26th of all days?! It was your smallest party, aside from the added bonus of Declan in cuffs, there was no upside to this whatsoever.

With the sound of the door opening, you lolled your head to the side, annoyed expression on your face matching the one on man who walked in, clearly Alejandro wasn’t talking.

“Get up.” Shooting a glare at the way he kicked the leg of the table, you rolled your eyes. Stereotypical, send in the big burly guy to play bad cop with the Queen. You knew who he was, and if Elliot Stabler was questioning you, Organized Crime seemed to also be on your tail.

“Make me.” It slipped out before you stop yourself. It was late, way too late for you to be strapped into a too tight dress and stilettos, you knew you were either spending the night in a holding cell or heading back to your precinct to work the case, your attitude wasn’t exactly ideal. Stabler sighed heavily, grabbing the leg of the table by your head and giving it a hefty tug, pulling it out from under you causing you to nearly topple over as your heels met the floor. He moved back in front of you, a tilt of the head, smirk on his lips, sizing you up as he moved in closer.

“Your King’s not talking, figured maybe you’d be more up for it.”

“Am I supposed to be afraid of you?” You cocked a brow, “Cause it certainly isn’t working, this whole, bad cop thing? Hasn’t aged well.”

“Sit down.”

“And I suppose you want me to not shut up this time.” The only reason you even considered obeying the order was the aching in your feet from being in heels all night, “What does Organized Crime want with us anyways. It’s usually Vice.” He stalled slightly at that, making you smirk, you loved having the upper hand on men like him.

“Someone let it slip on the way in?”

“Oh…no. Sergeant Stabler, you know who I am, why shouldn’t I know who you are?” Yeah…this was definitely Organized Crime’s first time dealing with the royalty of Manhattan. “Shame you didn’t run your little op past the other departments, would’ve heard New Year’s was the night to go in.”

“What, you got cops working for you? Letting you know the little secrets so you can evade arrest?”

“Am I under arrest Sergeant?” You gave a smirk at the sigh he released in response.

“Technically, we don’t have anything on you…yet.”

“That’s what I thought.” You stood from the table, eager to get the fuck out of the unfamiliar precinct and back to the confines of your own. You barely noticed Stabler moving faster than you could imagine behind you. The door never made it open, you were jerked backwards, his hand closed around your wrist,

“I said yet.” You felt the cement of the wall hit your body, head ricocheting off it, his forearm pressing into your collarbone. Your hand shot up, fingers hitting his parotid, the reaction causing his elbow to slam into you mouth, you felt your lip split as he stumbled from you. You were done playing, and you were certainly done playing the good girl role.

“You touch me again and I’ll have IAB so fucking far up your ass you won’t be able to shit for a month. Do I make myself clear?”

“Playing the cop angle now? You just assaulted a police officer.” He shot back, still right up in your face, rubbing the spot behind his ear you’d hit.

“Oh wow, I’m so scared! A class C felony, mark yourself down for the same offence. I’m undercover you moron.” You growled at him, if there were this many different departments on your ass there was no way you were going to be able to hide for six months, much less restart the ring afterwards.

“Yeah, right.” He scoffed, “Colour of the day?”

“Gold.” You shot back. Your heart immediately dropping into your stomach when you saw the laugh on his lips. Fuck. Gold was the 31st, you’d been so focussed on the SVU bust you’d forgotten today’s.

“Nice try.” He smirked, “Now you can either sit your ass down in that chair and tell us everything you know about Alejandro Martinez, or you can go to jail for solicitation and that assault collar.”

“I don’t make deals with cops. I make deals with A.D.A’s.” You crossed your arms over your chest, “And you’ll never find the evidence you need in the penthouse even if I do flip on Alejandro.”

“What exactly is it you want then?”

“Take me back to the apartment, I’ll get you what you want, but you take me to A.D.A. Carisi at the 16th. And in the meantime you can call Rita Calhoun ‘cause I’m not saying another word without my lawyer.” He gave out a huff at that,

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes when he pulled the cuffs from his belt, thankful at the very least that he cuffed your hands in the front, giving you a little bit more movement ability.

All you could do on the way to the 1-6 was pray that some amount of the squad was there, preferably Olivia or Fin, you knew Sonny would’ve been called, and honestly felt horrible for dragging Rita out of bed in the middle of the night for literally nothing. No matter what kind of facts you relayed to Stabler he wasn’t about to believe the fact that you were a cop. You’d spewed off your badge number so fast you’d accidentally swapped the last two numbers, the exhaustion and multiple glasses of champagne wearing on you by then. Thankfully you’d been able to retrieve what you needed from the penthouse, before being not so gently shoved into the back of the cop car on the way to your own workplace.

The desk sergeant was nearly asleep as the three of you made your way into the precinct, not noticing that their apparent perp was someone he saw nearly every day. Elliot’s partner was carrying the books you’d grabbed from the house. It was when you finally made your way into the bullpen that he dropped the heavy books down onto an open desk, gaining the attention of the minimal people in the room.

“Doll..Oh ma god.” Sonny took one look at you before nearly freaking out, “Imma grab some ice.” His lips hit the unbruised side of your head lightning fast before Rita spoke up.

“Un cuff her now!” The outburst brought Olivia out of her office, and exhausted look on her face that mirrored yours.

“Why should I?” Stabler shot back,

“Because she’s one of mine! Jesus El.”

“She had the wrong colour of the day.” You rolled your eyes, thankful at the release of the metal on your wrists, rubbing at the reddened skin of your wrists.

“Montgomery, you okay?” Olivia asked softly, noticing the marks on your face.

“Yeah,” You murmured, “No thanks to your old partner.” You accepted the bag of ice from Sonny, alternating it between your lip and purpling eye, “Murphy showed up at the party, fucking pistol whipped me.” You turned back to Stabler, “Keep him in fucking custody, guy’s dirty, has been for years.” You felt Sonny’s arms wrap around you, the shaky exhale of his breath making you realize just how relived he was to have you in his arms again, how happy he was you were okay. You gave him a gentle squeeze with your free arm before pulling away, turning to Rita. “Sorry to drag you out at this hour, but you know how these guys won’t stop until they hear the word lawyer.”

“You sure you’re okay?” She asked, giving your arm a gentle squeeze as you nodded.

“Yeah, get outta here.” Rita was an old family friend, she was always your go to when you needed a lawyer over the years of undercover work, even if she never actually had to defend, you were always quick to buy her dinner for waking her up. You turned to Benson, “Cap, I’ve got the books, call in Kat and Fin if you wanna start working on the case.” You shot a glare back to Stabler, “And for the love of God, keep Martinez in custody this time, but do not mention anything about me being a cop, understand? On the rare chance he gets off or doesn’t have a reason for arrest, I don’t need him knowing I’m a UC.” He glanced up to Olivia for confirmation, who simply gave him the very obvious nod,

“She’s been working this ring for nearly 8 years, I’d trust her if I were you.”

“Okay.” He held up his hands in defeat, “I’ll send the case your way.”

“Thank you.” You practically groaned, your eyes back on your Captain, “Please tell me I can at least power nap before the others get here?”

“Yes.” She gave you a soft smile, noticing how you grabbed Sonny’s hand, “Hey! No funny business.”

“Liv I’m too tired to even think about that right now.” You called over your shoulder as you dragged him into the bunk room. Even if it was only going to be twenty minutes, twenty minutes curled in your husbands arms was the only way you wanted to end today.

#law and order #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #sex crimes #Elliot stabler #Olivia benson #sonny carisi #sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi one shot #sonny carisi x wife reader #sonny carisi x wife #rita calhoun #odafin tutuola #kat tamin #kat Tamil headcanon #undercover #organized crime #svu undercover #sonny carisi series

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sushiandstarlight · 4 years ago

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“Cookies”: NaNoWriMo 30 Days of Prompts

Today’s Prompt

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Summary: I’ve started a sequel to Of All The Beds In All The Hotels In All The World! A Christmas Holiday special. I don’t think it’s absolutely necessary to have read my Too Many Beds fic first, but it will give you a better understanding of where the characters stand and who my original characters are.

Rated: G, for now. I will warn if the rating changes.

This post will include the first 3 chapters because they’re short and I don’t think each one needs it’s own post (also I have had a long day and I’m zonked).

The call came from Gladys two weeks before Christmas. Crowley answered the phone, startled to see the number. She had given it to him before they left the little Bed and Breakfast- “in case you ever need to talk, dear”- and he had dutifully put it in his mobile while she watched. He thought he might call again in the spring to book a getaway. What he wasn't expecting was for her to call him.

“Gladys is everything alright?” He could hear the edge in his own voice, if anything was wrong he would be there in an instant to make it right. He wasn't exactly sure when Gladys and Edie had become his to protect, but apparently they were.

“Oh, Crowley, good!” She didn't sound like someone in deep distress. He felt his hackles settle a little. “How are my boys?”

“B-boys... Oh, we're fine.”

“Glad to hear it, glad to hear it,” there was a pause, “Look, I've got myself in to a bit of pickle over here and I wondered if you boys might be able to help me. Unless you've got your own holiday plans.”

“Not a big Christmas fan, me. Aziraphale's got the tree up and he keeps secreting away so I know there are gifts happening.”

“Tell me you got him something, too.”

Crowley was silent.

“Crowley.” Her voice was stern. He had never had a real parent. Not one that spoke with him like that, anyway. And yet, her tone managed to reach inside him and pull out the truth. It wasn't the first time she'd done that and, though he didn't know how it worked, he doubted it would be the last.

“I have, I'm just a bit nervous about it, is all.”

“Oh, I'm sure he'll love whatever you give him. It's from you, after all.”

“Yeah, let's hope.”

There was another pause. This was why Crowley preferred texting.

“So, I know I said we're fine and we are,” Gladys took the conversation back to it's origin, “but Edie's son has taken ill and she's busy tending to him...”

“I'm sorry to hear that.”

“Yes, but you see, we signed up for the bake sale here in town over a month ago and I'm afraid I don't think I can do it all myself.”

“Your grandson?”

“He's never been interested in baking, Crowley.”

“The breakfast ladies?”

“They've all signed up, too. They have their own baked goods to make,” Gladys sighed and it sounded to Crowley to be a little put on, “I can tell them that I'll make what I can make, I suppose. Any amount that goes to the charity will help.”

There was a silence and Crowley swore he could hear her smirking. He let it drag on for another few seconds.

“What charity?” He put his face in his hand. He was being suckered by a little old lady in a bed and breakfast out in the country. He could feel it happening just as surely as anything. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“The orphanage a couple towns over. Their heater has been limping along for a couple years now, but I don't think it'll keep through this one. Those poor dears. But, we're going to raise the money to have the furnace replaced.”

“With a bake sale.”

“What better way is there?” How could someone's eyes twinkle through a mobile phone? That was impossible. He was losing it. He nearly suggested an online campaign. There were plenty of people who would open their wallets for cold children this time of year. But, he doubted Gladys even owned a computer.

“I can be there by tomorrow night.”

“Oh, do bring Aziraphale, too.”

“I think he has plans here in the city, Gladys.”

“I think he probably has plans to be wherever you are, Crowley. Ask him. Maybe he would like to get away with you to the country side.”

“Maybe.”

“I'll have a room made up for you, dear. For both of you. Best room we have. Our honeymoon suit.”

Crowley choked and coughed awkwardly.

“All that means is it's a bit bigger, dear, don't get your knickers in a twist.”

“Sure.” His voice did not squeak, it really didn't.

“And it's got a nice, big bath tub,” Her voice was doing that thing where he could hear the twinkle in her eye again, so weird, “big enough to share.”

“Alright then,” his voice had now definitely risen in pitch, “So, I'll talk to Aziraphale and you'll see one or both of us tomorrow night.”

“Oh, thank you, dear,” she sounded relieved at least, even for her meddling, “I really do appreciate the help. Time was, I might've tried to do it all on my own... But, wisdom tells you when you need a little help.”

“Sure, Gladys.”

“Bye-bye! Can't wait to see my boys.”

“See you soon.” Crowley swiped the phone to hang up and sat and stared at it. Time was, he might've tried to get out of this. Surely, there was an excuse somewhere. But, well, Gladys had wormed her way into his heart like a spindly vine, hadn't see? She was largely responsible for his current happiness. He owed her a lot. Maybe everything. What were a few days baking cookies, anyway? They could be back here by Christmas and his plans wouldn't have to change.

He dropped the subject over breakfast the next morning, suddenly.

“Gladys called me last night.”

“Gladys... oh, from the Inn?”

“How many Gladys' do you know?”

“I'm not sure, I've never done an inventory. I would have to consult my rolodex.”

“Roll- Of course, of course you have one. You're you.”

“No need to get snippy,” Aziraphale took a sip of his coffee that was more like cocoa than anything else and Crowley could see him hiding a smile, but he let it go, “I mean, how much more prying can the women do? I suppose she could ask if we're married yet.”

Crowley choked spectacularly on the black coffee he had been drinking, only narrowly keeping from spraying the table and the angel across from him.

“Alright there?”

“Fine,” Crowley wheezed and set his coffee down, thinking perhaps it was best to not try that again during this conversation, “No, she wasn't mettling. Well, no, I'm sure she was because that's who she is.” Now he wondered. But, what could she be up to? She couldn't know.

“What was the reason for her call then?”

“She needs our help- well, my help.”

“Which is it?”

“She asked me, but she told me to invite you.”

“Hmm.”

“Hmm?”

“Hmm!” Aziraphale winked at him. Crowley wondered if perhaps they had all got together to test him.

“You don't have to come. I can drive over this afternoon and help her with her cookies and then drive back when we're finished. Our plans don't have to change. You can stay here.”

“Do you want me to stay here?”

“What?”

“Do you want some time away? Maybe we've been spending too much time together,” Aziraphale was staring at him with an alarming amount of earnestness, “It's okay if you want to go away for a bit. I'll miss you, of course, but I won't take it personally.” He reached across the table and squeezed Crowley's hand.

“Don't be absurd.”

“I wasn't!”

“Angel, I-” and he cut himself off suddenly, looking down at the table and taking a deep breath before looking back up, “I want you to come. If you want to come, that is.”

“It's settled then,” Aziraphale took a tiny bite of the scone on his plate, “I can't wait to eat her scones, so much better- real butter, I think that's the key.”

“We'll be baking cookies, though, I'm not sure there'll be time for scones.”

“There will be scones,” he patted his lips free of crumbs.

“How... How can you know that?”

“Because she knows I'm coming round.”

Crowley narrowed his eyes. This smelled like a conspiracy.

“She likes me Crowley, you know that.”

Crowley kept staring.

“Dear, she likes me because I make you happy. You're the favorite. Don't get all... bothered.”

Crowley nabbed the last bit of scone off his plate and popped it in his mouth just to watch his angel fluster and fume.

“Rude... Demon.”

“As charged!” Crowley smirked, rising and offering his elbow, “I'm packed. I'll take you to yours so you can pack, too.

“Thank you,” Aziraphale let him lead the way out of the café.

“You're welcome. I know I'm in for a sit and wait.”

“Rude, again!”

Crowley opened and shut the passenger door of the Bentley, chuckling. Maybe they were conspiring. Or maybe it was Pick On Crowley day. Either way, he would have his fun, too.

Crowley was right in the end. He sat for over an hour, staring at the Christmas tree- “oh, Crowley, it's OUR Christmas tree now!”- while he waited for Aziraphale to finish packing. He should have given him a luggage limit, he thought belatedly.

Two suitcases and a leather duffle bag appeared on the floor by his feet and Aziraphale descended the stairs.

“We aren't going to be there very long.”

“You're not sure how long we're going to be there.”

“I said we'd be back before Christmas.”

“Are you sure of that?” Aziraphale was standing in front of him now, hands on his hips. Crowley pressed his lips together. He didn't know if he wanted to bop him on the nose or kiss him.

“Bastard.”

“As charged,” Aziraphale sing-songed, picking up the duffle and heading for the door, “you coming?”

Crowley muttered and picked up the two suitcases, following him out.

“These are books.”

“Of course they are.”

“'Of course they are...' Aren't you going to help with the cookies? You bake now.”

“I bake cakes.”

“Cakes, cookies, what difference is it?” Crowley shut the luggage into the Bentley and ushered him to the passenger door, opening it for him.

“They are completely different things,” Aziraphale sat down primly. Crowley shut the door on him. He'd be squawking by the time he sat down inside, but in the moment it had been satisfying. The Universe was definitely testing him.

Aziraphale was quiet when he slid in beside him. Crowley turned the car on and edged out into the street before hitting the gas.

“I can help.”

“Neh, you don't have to.”

“I could be moral support.”

“Gladys and I can handle it, you can just relax and read.”

“Do you mean that? You can change your mind, you know.”

“Nah, you just have a couple days off your feet, eh?” He slid his hand over the angel's knee and gave it a squeeze.

“How did she manage to twist your arm into doing this, anyway?” Aziraphale's hand was over his, warm and soft. Crowley felt himself relaxing by degrees. This wouldn't be so bad, not with his angel along for the ride. Even if he didn't have the foggiest idea how to make cookies, either.

“Orphans.”

“Oh, oh dear.”

“Cold ones.”

“My goodness. She did lay it on thick.”

This was most certainly a trap. A cozy little trap. And he was driving right into it.

Can I get, he thought, a wahoo?

Chapter 4 Now Up!

#aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #good omens #good omens fic #ineffable husbands #star light-reads #of all the beds in all the hotels in all the world #30 days of prompts #nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2020

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mayquita · 5 years ago

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Damn You For Making Me Love You (15/15) - Epilogue / Don’t Stop Believing

That's it, this is the end. Or maybe not? I must confess that my idea for the epilogue was slightly different, but I was running out of time, so I had no choice but to present this alternative ending. Despite this, I think it works. Also, that will allow me to continue exploring this universe because I intend to write that ending. I don't know when, but I will. I'm determined.

One last note. The scene of the last performance is entirely inspired by a movie. In case you don't get it I'll reveal it at the end. In the meantime, enjoy the reading.

Thank you very much for joining me on this adventure during these last weeks.

Beta-Reader: Thank you so much, @ultraluckycatnd I couldn’t have asked for a better beta. Thank you for all your effort, your suggestions, your advice and for always being there when I needed you.

Special mention to @saraswans and @onceuponaprincessworld, thank you so much for your perpetual support and for believing in me and in the story. Thank you again to the moderators of the event, @captainswanbigbang for giving us this opportunity and making this possible. You all are the best :)

Summary: Emma Swan and Killian Jones are close friends and co-workers. And both are in love with each other. The problem? They keep their feelings secret not only to the other but also to the rest of their friends. When Elsa, Emma’s best friend and Liam, Killian’s brother and Emma’s boss find out, they decide to form an alliance and work as a team with a clear goal, to get Emma and Killian to take the next step in their relationship and confess their love for each other.

Rating: M

Word count: ~ 6700 (98k total in 15 chapters)

Ao3 / FFnet

Epilogue - Don’t Stop Believing

Liam - January 4, 2020

Liam couldn't stop smiling. It was as if, after their little getaway and his little �� big — discoveries in the cabin, a permanent smile had settled on his lips. He had several reasons to do it, really. On the one hand, his brother and Emma had finally decided to give themselves a chance, leaving behind their fears and embracing their feelings. On the other hand, the acceptance of his feelings towards Elsa — and the fact that they were reciprocated — had led him to a state of almost continuous contentment.

There was no better way to start the year, honestly.

Speaking of Elsa... Liam looked up, directing his gaze towards the entrance of the Kraken. She was late. Since their return last Wednesday, they hadn't seen each other as much as he would have liked; not for lack of interest, but because of their respective responsibilities. But they had agreed to meet at the bar today, something not surprising since Elsa hadn't missed any of Killian's performances in the past few weeks. She wasn't going to miss it today either, of course, since it would be the first time Killian and Emma not only seemed to be a couple on stage, but were a couple in real life.

"She will be here soon." Emma's unexpected voice startled him while she came to stand beside him. "She texted us a couple of minutes ago. She was already on her way."

Liam turned his head to look at Emma, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Elsa hadn't sent him any text at all. He had checked his phone just a minute before. It was the use of the word us that finally gave him the clue to identify what Emma meant.

Elsa had sent a text to the group chat, where Killian, Emma, Kristoff, and Anna were also included. And Liam had silenced the damn chat the day before. "I didn't notice," he muttered, looking away, suddenly interested in ordering the glasses in the compartment under the counter.

"You haven't read it." It wasn't a question, but rather an affirmation. Emma's voice denoted no reproach, but curiosity. Fortunately, a customer approached the bar to order a drink so, after giving Liam one last skeptical glance, Emma moved away from him so he could serve the drinks.

Liam had his reasons for silencing the chat.

Emma and Killian were the ones to blame, in fact. Accepting their feelings and acting on them hadn't changed their behavior. Liam felt grateful for it, truly, but since last Wednesday, Emma had practically settled in their apartment, which meant that he had become a witness to their constant public displays of affection everywhere. They had always been present between them after all, but now they had acquired a level far from innocent or casual.

On top of that, their banter and almost perpetual bickering were still intact. It was frankly exhausting, especially when their teasing was also transferred to the texts they exchanged in the group chat. When he read an argument between them about something as banal as what they would have for lunch the next day, he had enough.

Now he just had to deal with them in person. Constantly.

For the next few minutes, he became distracted by serving and chatting with customers, his gaze instinctively heading from time to time towards the entrance. Elsa still didn't appear, something that was beginning to cause some concern in him. Not because of the fact that something had happened to her, but rather because the ghost of insecurity threatened to appear. What if she had thought better? What if…

"Stop worrying, she's coming." Again Emma's voice startled him. What's wrong with me today? He was an almost forty-year-old adult, not a bloody teenager with his first crush, for God's sake. Emma must have noticed his unease, because she immediately added, "Can you accompany me to the back room? I need to grab something."

It was an obvious excuse, he could tell. His lips pressed together, drawing a grateful smile, while he nodded. After telling Robin to cover him for a few minutes, he walked with Emma to the back room, to —he supposed —have a little chat with some privacy in a much quieter place.

Emma started talking the moment the door closed behind them. "You know, these past few days have been a little crazy. We've barely had time to talk, and..." She paused for a moment, offering him a smile full of affection. "I wanted to tell you that I can't be happier for you and Elsa. You more than anyone deserve to be happy and I'm so glad you found each other."

A wave of affection for Emma washed over him, while a warm sensation ran through his veins up to his heart. "We're still in the beginning, lass, trying to figure out our relationship. But I'm happy, very happy."

"Good," she said before melting into a tight hug with him to which Liam responded with pleasure. The affection he had for Emma went beyond words. He loved her in the most fraternal form of the word, as if she were his little sister. No matter what happened between Emma and Killian in the future, she would always occupy a special place in his heart.

"I'm also very happy for you two, Emma," he muttered against her hair. "My brother is so damn lucky to have found someone like you. I couldn't have thought of someone more suitable for him. You are perfect for each other." In response, Emma tightened her hug, burying her face in his chest. "You are better together."

"I wanted to... thank you, for acting behind our backs, for pushing us together," Emma confessed with a trembling voice after separating from him a little. Liam noticed her watery eyes and a lonely tear sliding down her cheek. He brushed her skin delicately, wiping away the tear and earning an adorable smile on her part. "These last weeks have been amazing; not only because I've been able to spend more time with Killian, which has led me to accept my feelings definitively, but because I’ve spent so much time with both of you guys. I love to share experiences with you."

"Good, although I must say that your fights are a bit exhausting, honestly." Emma made a sound, half laughing half snorting, causing him to grin. "But I love you both anyway. Besides, I should be used to it, right?"

"I love you too. And yes, you better get used to it, because I don't think we're going to act differently any time soon. It's one of the things I like the best about your brother, how he challenges me and how he fights back."

"I suspect that Killian thinks the same about you."

"He better."

They broke up laughing in unison. It was a liberating laugh, which served to lighten the mood after the previous moment full of emotions. Once the laughs subsided, she gave him one last smile of affection and turned in the direction of the door. But she had barely walked a couple of steps when she approached him again.

"I'll tell you a secret," Emma whispered in his ear. "You are my second favorite person," she confessed and then placed a soft kiss on his cheek before separating again. "And you better hurry out, because I'm sure your current favorite person is already waiting for you." After winking at him, she finally left the room, leaving him with a feeling of bliss that he hoped would last for a long time. Emma was someone so special to him that he hoped to have her in his life forever. He suspected that wouldn't be a problem — if it depended on his brother.

Indeed, Elsa was already waiting, sitting on her usual stool, the one that seemed to have her name written on it. The feeling of contentment increased the moment his eyes fell on her beautiful face, the butterflies of his stomach flapping furiously while all his previous doubts dissipated as he contemplated the adorable smile she gave him when their eyes met.

He hurried to her and, without thinking, pressed his lips to hers in a brief kiss, one with the ability to shake him inside. He had already started to get used to that delicious sensation, something he hoped wouldn't fade with time since he had no intention of stopping kissing that woman.

"I can't believe it!" Ruby's unexpected voice beside him interrupted them momentarily. "What the hell happened in that cabin now that nobody seems to stop kissing?"

Although Ruby's voice denoted surprise and a bit of annoyance, her funny expression said something different. "You better get used to it, Rubes," he simply added, his lips drawing a wide grin.

Ruby rolled her eyes, but then offered a wolfish smile. "You should definitely change the name of the bar and use The Ship of Love instead, or something like that."

"You can always suggest it to Emma. After all, she is the advertising expert."

"I think I'll pass," Ruby replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. She wrinkled her nose and then her lips curled into a wicked grin. "She's very busy lately, eating your brother's face." Liam heard Elsa snorting while he himself couldn't stop a chuckle from bubbling in his throat. Ruby was right. "Anyway, I'm happy for you guys. Really." After offering them one last smile she left to attend a customer.

Once alone, he returned his attention to Elsa. "Hi," he greeted her, pressing a peck on her lips. "I missed you."

"Sorry I was late. I had a last-minute meeting. We're organizing a winter festival with the girls," she explained, offering him an apologetic smile.

His heart swelled with pride towards her. Her ice skating talent was undeniable, as was her ability to transmit her knowledge. The fact that she worked mostly with children only increased his admiration for her. "No need for apologies, love," he assured her, as he grabbed two glasses and placed them on the counter. "The usual, I take it?"

"I'm not sure. I'm still a VIP client?"

Before answering, he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the counter and invading her personal space. "You can be sure, lass. You currently occupy the top. At least on my list." Liam secretly admired how her cheeks colored with a soft pink shade as she averted her gaze whenever he offered her some compliment. He had no intention of stopping any time soon, not only hoping to keep that reaction in her, but because the compliments seemed to flow naturally. He had definitely fallen hard for that incredible woman.

"Very much appreciated. That's one of the reasons why The Kraken has become my favorite bar, the customer treatment. Well, and also that the owner, or should I say the Captain, is quite handsome and charming."

This time it was his turn to blush while his heart made a small somersault. Gods ! It was as if he had traveled back in time and had become a teenager again. He resisted the urge to kiss her again — since he was the boss and was currently in his workplace, he should set an example for his employees — instead opting to offer her a smile of appreciation accompanied by a slight bow of his head. He then poured the liquid into the two glasses, offering one of them to her and holding the other in his raised hand.

"I want to make a toast because right now I feel like the luckiest man in the world. With you."

The gaze she gave him was so intense that it had the ability to melt the most frozen heart. "I think we have someone to blame about it, right?" Elsa suggested before putting the glass to her lips and then ingested the liquid in a gesture that was too distracting. After leaving the empty glass on the counter she looked at her watch and then looked up, her gaze wandering around as if she were looking for something. "Where are the two lovebirds, by the way?"

Liam also looked around, surprised not to see either of them, considering that Killian's performance was about to begin. He exchanged a look with Elsa as he shrugged and was going to offer to go look for them when he noticed that Elsa's expression changed as she directed her gaze to a spot above his shoulder.

He turned his head following the direction of her gaze, meeting Killian and Emma who looked like they had just left his office, since Killian was already carrying the guitar. They obviously had performed some other activity inside the room, though. At least if their flushed cheeks, Killian's disheveled hair and the flustered expression on both faces were an indication. Liam let out a huff while shaking his head. Those two were impossible.

"I guess they're making up for the lost time," Elsa offered through a soft smile as if reading his mind.

"So it seems. But I'm afraid they'll have to be apart at least for a while. I'll be right back. I'm gonna introduce Killian," he said with a wink before going to look for the two idiots in love.

The concert was proving to be a total success. Whatever happened in his office, it hadn't affected Killian at all. On the contrary, he seemed more inspired than ever, his presence on the stage more prominent, his smile more charming, his voice more powerful and tuned. There was something that hadn't changed, though. His attention was focused on a single person, someone who kept taking pictures of him as if he were the only person around her.

When Killian's solo performance was about to end, Liam came out from behind the bar, approaching Elsa and offering his hand. They walked through the crowd until they found Emma, who briefly hugged her friend before giving her the camera. The three of them turned their attention back to the stage, waiting for Emma's introduction by Killian.

"Thank you very much to everyone. You are the best audience one can dream of!" Killian shouted as he made a gesture of applause addressed to the public, which only increased the cheers towards him. "And now if you’ll allow me, the stellar moment of the night is about to start; the moment when someone very special to me will accompany me on stage." Killian then looked at Emma, the expression of pure devotion to her written all over his face. "I ask you to give the best applause you can to welcome my particular angel, the incredibly talented and beautiful Emma Swan!"

Liam watched as Killian approached the side of the stage where Emma would appear, holding out his hand to her when she arrived. They walked together to the center of the stage, both sporting the same expression of happiness. When they were in position, Emma nodded almost imperceptibly to his brother and then began to sing, without looking away from Killian.

Just a small town girl Livin' in a lonely world She took the midnight train goin' anywhere

Then it was Killian's turn. Liam would never have anticipated what happened next. After singing his first verse, Killian played the first chords with his guitar and then they merged into a passionate, brief, kiss right there in the middle of the stage, causing the entire audience to roar around them. These two know how to rile up the public, Liam thought as his lips tugged at a huge smile.

From there the magic continued on stage.

Liam stood behind Elsa, circling her shoulders with his arms while she rested her back on his chest, both watching in awe the huge talent both Killian and Emma had singing together. Liam couldn't be more proud of himself for being the one with the brilliant idea of pushing Emma that first time to accompany Killian on stage.

Don't stop believin' Hold on to the feelin'

That verse couldn't be more appropriate, Liam thought as he tightened his embrace on Elsa. He would never stop believing that everything was possible. Their current situation was the best example, with his brother and Emma creating magic on stage and overflowing with happiness and love. With a vibrant Elsa in his arms, it offered him the sensation of holding his (their) own future. He would definitely never stop believing in them and the endless possibilities they had together.

The End - Fin

About the inspiration for the scene of the last performance, the movie is Rock Of Ages, and here's the video (spoilers! it's also the last scene in the movie, just in case):

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Thank you so, so much.

These last few months have been quite complicated for me, so I have barely had time or energy to write, but I haven't given up, so I hope to be able to continue creating. Until then, it has been a pleasure. Stay safe, everyone.

#cs ff #captain swan #csrt #damn you for making me love you #cs au #captain swan rewrite a thon #mayquita writes #my cs writings #cs au ff

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Okay, so in this post I’m going to include the short story “the talk” which is in special edititions of Flashback, and probably going to explain why I hate Alden so much. Okay, I’ll get on to it now I guess.

“Lord Alden,” Lord Cassius said, dipping his head in what could barely count as a bow before he stepped aside to let Alden enter the Shores of Solace – aka his used-to-be-secret-getaway-though-no-one-actually-wanted-to-go-there-with-him home. “I thought the Council ordered all of you Vackers to the Tribunal Hall today for the big verdict. It’s all I’ve heard about these days. People do love a good scandal – and this is the best our world has seen in ages.

“The sentencing isn’t until this afternoon,” Alden explained, ignoring the rest of Cassius’s jab as he made his way towards the mother-of-pearl walls. His teal eyes looked rather impressed as they skimmed over the fancy furniture and enormous ocean-view windows – but his gaze softened when he focused on the blond boy sprawled across one of the couches. “I was hoping I’d find you here.”

Keefe pulled himself to his feet, making sure to brush all the crumbs from the butterblast he’d snacked on for breakfast onto the otherwise pristine floor. “Is everything okay?”

Alden nodded. “But I’d love a quick word with you if you don’t mind. Perhaps somewhere a bit more private?”

“Or I can lock Lord Nosypants in a closet,” Ro offered, striding out of the shadowy corner flashing a pointy-toothed grin.

How the pink-haired, heavily armed ogre princess could make people forget she was in the room was one of life’s great mysteries.

“Let’s save that fun for later,” Keefe decided, leading Alden to the one place at his father’s house where he felt like he could breathe: a wide outdoor patio facing a glittering black sand beach. Cushioned swings swayed in the salty wind, and Alden sank into one of them, watching the turquoise waves crash against the shore long enough for Keefe’s brain to put together a pretty extensive list of scary things that might be happening.

Clearly Foster’s ever-worrying ways were rubbing off on him.

“Sooo…,” he said, dragging out the word as he plopped onto the swing next to Alden. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing bad,” Alden assured him. “I’m just hoping you’ll be willing to attend the tribunal today.”

Ro groaned. “Nooooooooo! Then I have to go, and everyone’s going to be all smug and sparkly and give boring speeches about how brilliant they are – and I’m not even allowed to stab anybody!”

Keefe ignored her. “I thought it was family only.”

“It was. But I’ve convinced the Council to make an exception, because Fitz is going to need a friend today.”

Yeah, that was kind of an understatement. Keefe was pretty sure Fitz was going to go into rage-monster mode if the Council gave Alvar anything less than a life sentence. And if Alden felt the need to bring in reinforcements…

Keefe slumped back against the cushions. “Does that mean you know –“

“What I know,” Alden interrupted, “is that I’m doing everything in my power to get my family through this.”

Which wasn’t really an answer.

“The thing is,” he added quietly. “my son is far more likely to listen to you than he is to me. Especially under the circumstances.”

“Okay, but if you’re looking for a voice of wisdom, you’d be better off asking someone who’s a bit more… shall we say, responsible?” Keefe felt the need to point out.

“I agree. Which is why I’ve arranged clearance for Sophie to attend as well.”

“Perfect!” Ro jumped in. “Then you don’t need us!”

“Actually, that’s why I do.” Alden’s eyes dropped to his hands, his fingers twisting the edge of his embroidered cape. “You and I both know, Keefe, that my son doesn’t necessarily excel at controlling his temper. And… I don’t think either of us wants to see him channel any of that anger at Sophie. So if you’re there –“

“Hang on.” Ro made a time-out gesture. “Are you seriously asking Keefe to be the punching bag during your pretty boy’s little temper tantrums?”

“Of course not! I’m asking an empath to watch for moments when his best friend is getting close to losing control of his emotions, and to keep him from saying or doing anything he’ll later regret.

“Or you could just leave our pretty little blond girl out of this one,” Ro reminded him.

“No, I can’t. Fitz… needs her.” His eyes shifted to Keefe, and there was something tentative about his expression.

Something nervous.

“He needs her,” he repeated gently, taking a long breath before he added, “I think you know that. And… I suspect you know how Sophie feels too.”

Unfortunately, Keefe did – and he was always trying hard not to think about it, because it made him want to punch things.

“Hate to break it to you guys,” Ro informed them, “but Blondie doesn’t know what she feels.”

“Perhaps not,” Alden conceded. “But that mostly has to do with the fact that my son has yet to make things clear. Once he does…”

He didn’t finish the sentence, but he didn’t need to. Keefe was well aware of all the miserable mushiness he had ahead.

The hand-holding.

And cuddling.

And…

Ugh, if he had to watch them kiss, he was going to vomit all over his boots.

Alden placed his hand softly over Keefe’s, waiting for Keefe to meet his eyes before he told him, “I realize that all of this is… complicated for you, given how you feel about –”

“I’m just gonna stop you right there,” Keefe cut in, pulling his hand away and jumping off the swing. He paced to the far end of the patio, relieved that his legs pulled it off with some swagger. “Leave the feelings-reading to us Empaths, okay? Cause you’re wrong. Like, super, super wrong.”

“No, I’m not.”

Keefe was dying to ask him how he could be so sure – and if that meant Fitz had figured it out too. But that would mean admitting it, and the only way he was going to get through this conversation was to deny, deny, deny.

Alden sighed. “Sorry, I know this conversation is difficult – and I’m not trying to meddle –”

“Um, I’m pretty sure this is the definition of meddling,” Ro argued.

“No, it’s the definition of caring.” Alden stood and made his way closer, wrapping an arm around Keefe’s shoulders. “You may not be my genetic son,” he said quietly, “but I’ve long considered you part of my family.”

Keefe had to remind himself to breathe.

Part of him wanted to pull away and run. The other part wanted to lean back and see what it felt like to not have to stand on his own. But he was pretty sure that either way, he’d end up getting hurt.

So he just stood there, stiff and silent, watching the frothy water smooth the dark sand into a shiny, black canvas.

It wasn’t fair that the beach got so many do-overs.

“I’ve never told anyone this,” Alden murmured, “but long ago before I met Della, there was… another. Someone I was convinced was my perfect match – and the matchmakers agreed. But, as it turned out, she… preferred a close friend of mine.” He let the words hang there for a beat before he added, “So I’m no stranger to your situation, Keefe.”

“There’s no situation,” Keefe insisted.

“Maybe there isn’t. But I’m going to pass on some wisdom to you anyway. I’m a father. It’s what I do. And don’t worry, I’m not about to give you a long speech on how someday you’ll find your true match like I did – though you will.” He pulled Keefe slightly closer, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze. “The wisdom I want to give you is simply this: If you really care about them, let them be happy.”

Let them be happy.

Those words made Keefe want to vomit even more than the idea of Fitzphie smoochfests.

“I know,” Alden said gently. “Believe me, I undersand exactly how heartbreaking that is to hear. But take it from someone who ended up losing two valuable friendships. There’s only one way this ends –”

“Uh, no there isn’t!” Ro snapped. “We’re talking about teenagers! Stop acting like any of this is a done deal.” She waited for Keefe to meet her eyes before she added, “It isn’t.”

Alden sighed. “I suppose only time will tell. But that doesn’t change where we are today. Today, Sophie and Fitz are both going to need your help. So the question is, are you willing to be their friend?”

Keefe opened his mouth to answer, but Alden shook his head, drawing Keefe into a hug before he stepped away.

“That’s all I came here to say,” he said, pulling his pathfinder out of his cape’s inner pocket. “I hope I’ll see you at Tribunal Hall in a few hours. But I’ll leave that up to you. Think about what I’ve said, okay?”

Keefe managed a shaky not as Alden held the crystal up to the sunlight and glittered away.

“That guy’s got a lot of nerve,” Ro grumbled. “You know what that was, right? He’s trying to get you to back off so he can keep his spoiled son happy – and he’s totally using your daddy issues to make you play along!” She held out her arm, pretending she was wrapping it around an imaginary person’s shoulders. “I’ve long considered you part of my family – what a stinking load of garbage! He’s just trying to get rid of the competition. So what you need to do now is –”

“I’m going to the Tribunal,” Keefe interrupted.

Ro rolled her eyes. “Of course you are. That’s what you do – sabotage yourself over and over because it’s easier than putting yourself out there!

“I’m not sabotaging anything! Sophie’s not some prize that Fitz and I get to fight over. She’s a person. And she has her own feelings – and no one knows those feelings better than I do!”

Ro blinked, and he realized he’d shouted that super loud.

Loud enough that he was pretty sure his father had heard every word.

But it didn’t matter.

Lord Cassius wasn’t the type of person to go for a heart-to-heart.

Keefe’s hands curled into fists and he sucked in a deep, slow breath before he said, “I’m going to the tribunal. Because two of my friends are going to be there. And they’re going to need me. You can whine about it all you want. Or you can stay here…”

“Oh, I’m going,” Ro warned. “And there will be an abundance of whining.”

“Bring it on,” Keefe muttered, heading for his room to get changed. He tried to slam the door in Ro’s face, but the ogre princess had annoyingly fast reflexes and managed to block it with her elbow.

She sighed. “Fine. I’ll leave you to your sulking. But just… promise me something, okay? Don’t give up.”

“I’m not,” Keefe said.

And he meant it.

He wasn’t giving up.

He was just… waiting.

Being the best friend he could be.

Trying not to wreck anything.

And hoping, hoping, hoping that someday things would change.

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I just really hate how manipulatactive alden was and how he also told Keefe to give up the love of his live for his entitled jerk of a son. ive ranted about this before on another post but this was just mainly to put the story out there for people who haven’t read it.

#Kotlc #kotlc alden #kotlc Keefe #kotlc ro #kotlc Flashback

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