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sserpente · 5 years ago

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A/N: Request from anon. I really missed writing Kylo. This is only the beginning. Will you guys join me on the dark side?

Words: 1825 Warnings: one baby spoiler for TROS

It would have been a lot easier to say that Kylo Ren had changed. It would have been easier to live with the fact your man was beyond saving, beyond redemption. But that would be a lie. It would make things less complicated, stop your moral compass from spinning wildly and make you nauseous.

You scoffed. Kylo Ren wasn’t your man anyway. He was your superior, the man you had promised your loyalty and devotion to years ago. Kylo knew you. Your motivations, your story, your thoughts. He could hear them—there was no need for you to block your mind from his intrusion in his presence. You kept no secrets, not from him. To Kylo Ren, your life was an open book.

And while Kylo Ren had not changed much since appointing himself as the new Supreme Leader of the First Order, his conviction and determination had. He was fiercer, plagued by his own unease and doubts. There was no need for you to know the ways of the Force to sense the battle he fought deep within himself.

It did not matter what he wanted, in the end as long as you could stay by his side. You thought about it often, these days. What would happen if the Resistance found a way to foil his plans and overthrow him? Would they kill him, Leia’s only son? And what would become of you if he won, if he succeeded? Would your life change at all?

At this time of the day, the canteen was deserted. Lunch time was long over. You sat there at one of the sterile-white tables, playing around with the starfruit you had meant to eat. The tension on the Finalizer had heated up consideringly ever since Snoke’s death and the escape of the young Jedi girl Kylo had been spending months to hunt down.

He knew you were jealous at the connection they shared, this Force bond he had called it. The Force had its ways, he had explained to you, ways which a mortal’s mind would not always be able to grasp and comprehend; that you should not waste your time and cudgel your brains about it—and yet it did not link the two Force users for no reason. And what did it matter to you? Kylo Ren was not your man anyway.

He had just imposed a meeting. Upon his arrival on the Finalizer, he rushed past you in frenzy, failing to even acknowledge your existence. Black cloak floating behind him like the pitch black waves of a stormy sea, gloved fists clenched tensely, eyes… his eyes would have been fixed on his destination, had they not been shielded by a terrifying replica of his mask. Red cracks broke the smoothness of the black material, giving his appearance an even more threatening component.

Here you were now, dressed up and with nowhere to go, wishing desperately you had the ability to look inside his mind for a change. Kylo Ren had never made the promise to tell you about the mayhem in his head, never bound himself to sharing his secrets with you—and yet you were the only person alive on the Finalizer to know it was him who killed Snoke, not the Jedi girl.

Rey. Kylo never spoke her name and you still could not bring yourself to call her anything but the Jedi girl. This young woman which had caused him so much pain and trouble and who he was as of right now, hunting like a needle in a haystack.

“You.” The two Stormtroopers approached you from behind. Well, there was nothing to fear. You glared at them from the corners of your eye. Hanging in the canteen outside of mealtimes was no crime.

“The Supreme Leader demands your presence, in the conference room.”

Right now? How much time had passed? Was the meeting over already? What could he want from you now? You rarely communicated outside of his or your quarters.

You followed them with a frown. They were very well aware you knew the way to the conference room yourself. In fact, you knew this ship better than any other place in this galaxy, and according to their body language, Kylo Ren was angry. Surely they were glad not to end up at the receiving end of the threatening crackling of his red lightsabre.

“Break a leg.” One of the Stormtroopers scorned. Literally. You rolled your eyes when the metal doors flew open, revealing an empty table. Kylo Ren had his back turned to you but it did not matter. He could sense your presence already, hear your thoughts and the dozens of questions tumbling through your mind helplessly.

“Supreme Leader, you sent for me?” The doors behind you closed, cutting off the only possible exit route.

“So formal?” The modulated, stern sound of his voice through his new mask sent ice cold shivers down your spine but even that could not hide the teasing undertone with only the slightest hint of mockery.

“What’s going on? The officers you sent for to fetch me clearly hold the view I won’t make it out of this room alive. Where were you?”

“That is none of your concern.”

“Take off your mask.”

“In here? I don’t think so.” Finally, he turned around but he might as well could have kept facing the window. It made no difference. You still couldn’t see his face.

“I want to look you in the eye when I speak to you! Where does this mask even come from all of a sudden? I thought you destroyed it. Explain that to me, will you?”

“That’s an awful lot of demands you’re imposing, officer. I would be careful if I were you.” Were the Stormtroopers outside eavesdropping? Were they waiting for the moment Kylo would activate his lightsabre and slice you in half, decapitate you? They would be waiting in vain.

“I get it. You don’t want to talk about it but clearly, something’s not right. You’re tense. I don’t even need to see your face for that.”

Kylo tilted his head. You should have thought you were done for when he approached you with but a few determined steps, towering above you like a literal giant but you knew you had no reason to. He would never harm you. For just a split second, all you saw was black. Black robes, black boots, black gloves, black mask—along with the sound of rapid, human breathing giving away that underneath the grotesque metal veil there was a man with a beating heart.

“Your perception has always fascinated me. Are you sure you feel no connection to the Force? Intuition, at this level—“

“Oh, for Heaven’s sake, Kylo, take off that bloody mask!”

One second passed, then the next. Kylo said nothing more. He did not move an inch before reaching up to undo the clasps of his disguise and lifted it off of his head. He dropped it on the metal conference table with a loud clonk echoing through the room.

Thunderstorms rippled through your heart when your eyes met. His breathing had gotten even heavier, his full lips slightly parted. The warm air hit your forehead like a gentle summer breeze. You had not felt those in a long while.

But it was the terror and the desperation, his feelings torn between good and bad glistening in his brown eyes when they met yours that you fell silent.

His right hand twitched, a barely visible movement of his gloved fingers refraining from reaching out for you. And while you were only inches apart, you reacted before he could voice a request.

With a gentle sigh, you wrapped your arms around him, your face buried in his neck, enabling you to inhale the scent of his thick black hair. Kylo pressed you against him like he was holding on to a buoy in midst of a roaring sea, nearly knocking all air from your lungs. The warmth of his body filled you with a sense of security and easiness—it felt powerful to simply hold whom you knew as the most powerful man of the galaxy.

Your fingers dug into the black curtain of his hair, fondling him in an attempt to calm the inner storm he was struggling against. It was then the quietest of moans escaped his gorgeous lips upon your intimate touch, resulting in him hugging you so tightly he nearly lifted you off the metal floor to your feet. Eventually, he did.

He heaved you on the table effortlessly, your legs spread for him to stand between them, your limbs still entangled. Breath ghosting over each other’s lips, your proximity created a bond which the Force could never have compared to.

You could not always tell what was going on inside of this man’s head, or what he was going through. But you knew when his lips came crashing down on yours that Kylo Ren had made a decision. One you did not understand just yet, one you did not yet know about. You did not have to. What counted was that you were there for him.

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eyesforjade · 4 years ago

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Chapter 1: prologue

Summary: Tony Stark's life changes dramatically after a trip to South Korea, where a one-night stand ends up generating a life, the billionaire never imagined being prepared to be a father, until he held his little girl in his arms, where he knew for sure, that child had his heart at his fingertips and didn't even know it.

Word count: 1914 words.

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Tony Stark never imagined that his life would change dramatically. Of course, he was used to all the perks of having a public life, being a billionaire and a philanthropist, Stark Industries was going well in sales, and he always had the help of Pepper Potts and James Rhodes with his personal life, which added with the help of Obadiah Stane in the Industries, he held most of the loose ends they could have.

He knew he was prepared for everything, until the day he heard the news. Tony will never forget March 3, 2001, which he thought would be just another affair with a model, through a trip in the behest of Stark Industries. He remembers exactly the nine months before that date, when Obadiah got a perfect opportunity to purchase materials for the manufacture of weapons, which would benefit everything they were doing, and all Tony needed to do was to attend that event and give a speech.

Tony always approached in subtle forms when it came to women, with Nyree Choi it wasn’t different. The New Zealander model caught his attention as soon as she stepped on the scene, he knew it was a unique opportunity, since from what the news said, the woman lived in South Korea, even though she was born in New Zealand, Tony had to take advantage of that opportunity. The night was fast, and he didn't have Pepper to get rid of her the next day, so for the first time, he stayed in bed all night.

The next morning, they said goodbye and it was as if they hadn't even met. Tony didn't think much of it, usually he was the one who pretended that nothing had happened, and it was this factor that made future encounters with a certain woman so strange, and these were the ones he regretted leaving like that. However, with Nyree it wasn’t like he was used, the woman escaped his fingers like water, and she never needed to give satisfaction to him.

The absence of the women in the media, shocked many gossip magazines. And Tony always knew deep down, but he never wanted to admit it until 3th of March in 2001, when Pepper got that call, the redhead didn't know how to react when she heard the other woman on the phone, Malibu was a trip away from South Korea, Tony wouldn’t arrive in time for the birth of his daughter, but would arrive long enough to decide what to do with the girl.

Pepper ran that day, as fast as she could, to Tony's workshop on the floor below the house. She typed her access code with shaking hands and was almost pale when she faced the man, Tony vividly remembers what it was like, and how much he feared for what the woman was going to say, Pepper was with him long enough for him to know that the woman it wasn’t easy to shake, so at that moment, he smiled, and released one of his typical comments when he saw her.

"It looks like you saw a ghost, Miss Potts." His smile remained on his face, even though the woman's reaction in front of him only got worse. "Unfortunately, Stark Industries doesn’t yet manufacture weapons for non-existent beings."

"Tony, you... Hm..." Pepper takes a deep breath, staring at the man. "I advise you to pack your things, I already called Happy, and he's already outside, waiting for you with a car".

"And what is the occasion?"

"Nyree Choi just went into labor". The little sentence was enough for Tony's heart to wake up and speed up, he never expected to hear those words, and if he did, he hoped it was about someone that he had a better relationship, Nyree had been a one-night stand, and now, it was apparently a one-night stand that generated a life. "She disappeared for a few months, Happy and I were keeping up with the news, when she called me… Well, I did the math”. Tony had already got up and was walking towards the door. “Exactly nine months since that night, Tony. I’m not wanting to bet on hypotheses, but...”

"This has to be wrong." When the two went upstairs, Happy Hogan was at the entrance of the house, the door open behind him, and a look of despair followed his worried eyes towards Tony, who didn't even bother to pack a suitcase, he just left the house going towards the car, entering without saying a word.

Pepper followed behind, facing Happy without knowing what to do. Tony Stark was many things, but neither of them ever thought of adding “father” to the bottom of that list. The trip to the Stark Industries heliport was silent, Tony had his head in his hands, and his heart didn't even beat in his chest, or he couldn't feel it right, his mind flew between a thousand possibilities, like how he was going to have a child with a person he doesn't even keep in touch with?

The unexpected arrival of the three at the heliport made Obadiah question the reasons. Not that one of the three responded, they just walked towards the jet that Happy had booked and ordered the pilot to get out of there as quickly as possible, which caused Stane's numerous calls that ended up being ignored. Tony had no head to talk to the man who helped him run his company, to be quite honest, Stark had no head for anything.

The only thing he remembers in that jet, was looking at Pepper Potts and whispering a simple "I'm not ready for this", and he will never forget the smile she gave him, and the words of comfort that were said in his direction. Pepper Potts was always his salvation, no matter the moment, it was her, it was always her.

When he arrived in South Korea, his mind was a mess, and his heart yearned for his arrival at the hospital. Everything to have that moment, the first time he held the little girl in his arms, he knew, she was his little girl, that child had his heart at her fingertips and wasn’t even aware of it. All possible DNA tests were done during that week, and Tony could be sure that the girl he held for days was really his.

And that was when the most difficult decision was made. He had to hear from Choi the cruelest words that a man — newly discovered father — could hear. Elisabeth Stark Choi, as they had decided, wouldn’t be part of Tony Stark's public world, Nyree was famous too, but being a model would never endanger her little girl's life, the weapons creation business that Tony followed, it wasn’t the right world for his newborn daughter, and even if it hurt, Tony knew it was true.

He followed the girl's growth for five years. They had a good relationship, and every week, Tony visited or called her, the child was a genius, something the man already expected, she was a Stark, she was his little girl, and Tony saw that every day that it passed, she became smarter, but just like her father, Elisabeth had to discover that people couldn't always get what they wanted.

At some point in her life, Nyree decided that her career had been damaged since the birth of her daughter. At the same time that the woman loved her, she felt that she had been left out when she got pregnant, she was only 27 years old when she had her, and even so, she thought she would never be able to chase the lost time, it was when she came into contact with Pepper about the papers of the full guard to Tony.

It was when Happy traveled to Australia, where Nyree had recently moved, it was also where he met with her and the full guard papers already signed. Elisabeth wasn’t so excited about the news, it was a strange feeling to be losing her mother like that, she was too young to understand the woman's motives, and was too scared to know what her life in Malibu would be like, everything she could feel it was sadness for the possible loss in one side, but happiness for being able to spend more time with her father.

The trip with Happy was exciting, she showed all the things she had to the man, and talked about all the things she liked, and the man couldn't be more impressed. The little girl in front of him knew many things, including two different languages, not that she knew how to speak everything perfectly, but to know that Nyree was teaching the girl how to speak English and Korean, due to the time that the two stayed between the two countries, it made Happy’s day, even if the woman didn't want to be in contact with Lisa anymore, a part of her would always be with the girl, her origins would always be there.

Happy knew at the same time, that the little girl would be everyone's doom, and that Tony was lucky enough to have something so precious in his life, maybe he would even take it easy and open his eyes to the woman he already had in his life. Pepper received them with a huge smile on her face, and while Happy unloaded the girl's bags, the woman told stories about what her life would be like in Malibu, the woman knew they wouldn’t be able to hide the girl for too long, the media already suspected a possible daughter between the model and the billionaire, and that made Pepper's mind go everywhere with the intention of protecting the girl from that world.

Obadiah Stane was a complicated person at first. He thought it was crazy for Tony to assume his daughter, and held Happy and Pepper at the heliport before they were able to go to Tony's house, Stane believed that being with a daughter for 24 hours a day would be too much responsibility, and that Tony alone wouldn’t give so much attention to Industries and feared for the time that he would reserve with a child. Happy took over the situation, and reassured Obadiah that Tony's routine would change drastically, but he would still meet all the company's deadlines, and with that the three left without giving the man any more opportunities.

That day, Pepper assumed the role of a maternal figure. She knew she was far from being the mother of that little girl, but she knew she would be there at all times of difficulty, at all times that Tony was a difficult person to deal with, she would be there, just as she was now, holding her hand, and walking towards the house. That day, she presented the huge house to Elisabeth, the girl was 5 years old when she went down to that workshop for the first time, she remembers opening a huge smile, with the various possibilities she would have learned alongside her father.

Tony's eyes met Pepper's, and then they looked down, seeing the woman holding the delicate little hand of a little girl he knew well. Her hair went just about her shoulders, brown and with tired brown eyes, he knew in that moment, that his life would change for the better, and he knew in that moment that no matter what happened, he would be with her.

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allthefilmsiveseenforfree · 4 years ago

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Wonder Woman 1984

The first 3/4 of 2017’s Wonder Woman was my favorite film of that year. The last 1/4 was my least favorite film of that year. What can I say, I have a complicated relationship with the DCEU, and the part I keep getting disappointed by is the big smash-em-up, explosions everywhere, muddy mess of orange/blue filter in the “climactic showdown” between hero and villain. I just don’t have the patience for it anymore, and I was so hoping that the Jazzercise vibes of Wonder Woman 1984 would do something different.

As it turns out, this movie was trying to warn me like so many stories that have come before - be careful what you wish for. Just how badly did my wish go bad? Well...

I’d already heard some questionable things about the movie before I tuned in, so my expectations were tempered but I guess it was on me. I should have known better than to wish for a story with reasonable pacing, some kind of consistent tone, villains with discernable motivation, or a Wonder Woman movie that was actually about fucking Wonder Woman. I’m not even mad as much as I am puzzled. That and tormented by Pedro Pascal’s manic televangelist energy in my dreams.

Some thoughts:

I have never wanted to go anywhere as much as I want to in 2020, and the place I want to go more than any other is Themyscira. Love this first sequence. Why is the whole movie not about Themyscira??

If the Olympics were like this whole long Amazonian warrior triathlon, I would be WAY more into track and field.

Also I legit don’t understand the problem with her taking the short path? Like, it’s there for a reason? She just caught up to her horse? Someone explain this to me.

So this mall...basically the hub of American commerce in the 80s that was practically printing money, it made it so fast...is secretly a front for antiquities trading on the black market? And these unorganized-ass dipshit criminals who seemingly just walked in off the street and decided to engage in some light robbery today are after antiquities? Sure, Jan.

Ohh I miss Waldenbooks so much!

This thwarting of crime sequence in the mall feels so...cheesy. Schlocky, almost. Like a 50s comic book come to life. I dunno, it just doesn’t feel like the tone I was expecting. In the context of the whole film, we really blew our action load in these first 2 sequences, and also this is the last point in the movie in which Diana actually resembles her character from the first film.

I would also be stammery and blushy when talking to Diana Prince for the first (and second) time, but I’m kinda getting a gay vibe from Barbara. This meet-cute + date is definitely playing up romantic vibes. Kristen Wiig is so good at characters like these - in less than 2 scenes, I have such a clear picture of who Barbara is, what she wants, what she fears, and that’s all down to Wiig’s choices. [ETA: This makes it all the more infuriating when Barbara suddenly is like “I want to be an apex predator” when nothing about her character’s reaction to getting positive attention indicates she would want to start shitting all over everyone else.]

Pedro Pascal is skeeving me out as our villain Max Lord, which really just shows his range, because normally I love him and find him wildly charming in everything. But he’s playing this oil baron creep to the max, as they would say in the parlance of the 80s, and it makes my skin crawl.

The mechanics of how Steve Trevor returns are wildly confusing. Why is this other guy involved at all? Are we supposed to be ok with the idea of Diana fucking *some other dude’s body* without his consent just because Steve’s spirit/consciousness/whatever is inside the guy? Also that guy DEFINITELY got fired from his job after going AWOL for a whole week, right?

I am thrilled with Steve’s clothes montage. One of my favorite things in any 80s film, and his enthusiasm really sells it.

I do really like Diana and Steve playing detective, following clues, crafting theories. In spite of the absolute dumbassery of how Steve came back, Chris Pine and Gal Gadot have incredible chemistry and I do find their scenes together delightful.

I think that’s why it’s so frustrating to me the way their entire relationship was handled. If the whole point of the wish going bad is that it has a cost, wouldn’t it have been better, instead of making Diana weak, to have Steve slowly start to be more and more of an asshole - aka not the Steve Diana remembered and loved? Make her realize that the Steve she knew and loved is really gone and she has to stop letting his memory hold her hostage. Maybe his last moment of self-awareness would be realizing that this wasn’t who he really was, and she was better off just remembering who he was and moving on rather than trying to hold on to this thing that isn’t good for her?

The sequence with the fireworks made me emotional. The only time I’ve ever been on a plane on the 4th of July was when I was coming back from a visit with my uncle in Dallas. He had flown me, my mom, and my grandma down for a whirlwind trip, and we flew back the night of the 4th. I got to see fireworks from above for the first time, and it felt so magical. My uncle passed away 2 months ago, and feeling that magic again (via Diana and Steve) made me miss him and all the adventure he brought into my life something fierce.

Am I supposed to be like...anti- the idea of Barbara absolutely kicking the shit out of this drunk catcaller who attempted to assault her earlier in the movie? It feels like the film wants us to be like “oh no that’s bad” but my empathy goes on vacation for attempted rapists.

Like...did anyone do ANY kind of fact-checking on this script? The Maya haven’t been “wiped from the face of the earth” there are still 6 million of them living in Central and South America. Escalators were invented in the 1890s for fucks’ sake. PLANES IN THE 80S DONT WORK LIKE PLANES IN 1918. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT ALL THOSE SWITCHES DO STEVE. Also...just because the plane is invisible doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist anymore. Isn’t the whole point of radar to detect things that you can’t, y’know, SEE? Seriously, how many people fiddled with this script until it turned into an incomprehensible mess?

Did I Cry? OK yeah, I did when Diana and Steve had their conversation after they escaped the White House. But I feel like I should have cried more then, as well as earlier when Diana tells Steve that she only wants this one thing. I love Gal Gadot in this role, but I do wish her acting expressed a little more emotional depth and honesty for the moments like this that should really tug on the heartstrings.

I know Wonder Woman is bulletproof, but are we saying she’s also...immune to electricity?

If there’s one thing that living through a global pandemic has taught me, it’s that we can’t rely on the inherent responsibility of every individual person to do the right thing in order to save their community (or the world). So the climax of this film really feels like a big ol’ fictional FUCK YOU to every person who has been quarantining since March as the US government twiddles their thumbs and relies on personal choice to lower infection rates. I know they made this film during 2019 and had no idea what would be coming, but this entire sequence was the most horrifying, short-sighted, offensive way to have good overcome evil I could imagine for a 2020 movie. “Just count on people to do the right thing and everything will be fine!” We’re WELL FUCKING PAST THAT, Diana.

And maybe this is my debbie downer pessimistic ass, but the message “the world is a beautiful place the way it was” feels like some real bullshit. Do you mean the world is a flawed, complicated place where beautiful things exist DESPITE all the violence, inequality, and poverty? Ok, that I’ll buy, for sure. But “Everything was fine the way it was!” is uhh not what I would have gone with. That’s a first draft edit if ever I heard one. Seriously, how did this make it through MULTIPLE studio drafts and no one thought to point this out?

I literally had to go back after the credits were over and rewind to figure out what happened to Pedro Pascal at the end. If I not only don’t care, but also can’t remember what happened to the villain at the end of the movie, that’s a big motherfucking problem.

I was giddily delighted by that first post-credits scene though! Probably the biggest moment of joy I felt during the film.

For being a Wonder Woman movie, it feels like there’s so little actual Wonder Woman IN the movie. The first film is rooted firmly in Diana finding her place in the world, understanding and coming into her power. This feels like she’s a bystander in her own life, and her most significant moments are always in the context of someone else’s narrative arc. And there’s nothing that comes even close to the breathless wonder of that No-Man’s-Land scene, aka one of the best superhero movie moments of all time.

This doesn’t have the knowing wink of Aquaman or the nuanced character arcs of Birds of Prey. It doesn’t have the childish glee of Shazam! or any of the nonsensical grimdark bullshit of Zack Snyder’s entire ouvre. It feels like Wonder Woman 1984 suffers the same fate as its protagonist - a profound lack of presence or drive. Sure there are some fun sequences, and the actors are doing the best they can with a weak script, but it’s just not enough to save it. In a year where I saw so few contemporary films (focusing more on catching up on past films I’d missed), I can’t think of one that disappointed me more.

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iwriteforthetincanman · 4 years ago

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Mandoctober Day 9: Darksaber

A/N: OVER 3K BABY!!! This is the longest thing I have written in a hot minute so please give it a read. Thank you @dindjarindiaries for motivating me today with ALL of your content. If any of you are lost towards the start of this that’s because Day 8 is part 1! If you have trouble looking for it just use the iwriteforthetincanman writes hashtag on my blog! THANK YOU!!

This is for @leo-moon ‘s Mandoctober!

Something was wrong. That was a fact you clung to as you roused from slumber, a headache brewing behind your eyelids. It was like real life had become the dream and sleep, a reality that had slipped away. An echo ghosted through your mind, a feeling that you knew who it was came and went...it sounded so familiar?

It was highly unusual to wake up in pain, unless that's what woke you in the first place. Although you had a sneaking suspicion that you had been in pain since you had passed out too. Then there was the cold...everything else was warm but you could feel the cold on your cheek.

Beskar.

Din.

“D-Din?” A wheeze left your lips as you reached out to your Riduur. It was like he was asleep himself the way he sat, still as a statue. As soon as he heard your voice, he startled awake, his hands carving through your hair.

“Cyare...you scared the life out of me, I thought-I thought you were dying.” Realising he was no longer wearing his helmet gave you a weird helmet. It was a rare sight to see the rest of his armor on his person whilst missing the helmet. The only reason he would’ve done that is if he was giving you CPR.

“I’m okay...I think.” Brows furrowing in frustration, a hint of a thought wove its way through your brain. “I...I think I know why this is happening…” Trailing off, you saw the panicked look in Din’s eyes grow into an inexplicable fear. Were you dying? The thought shocked you into damage control.

“I’m not dying but...I think someone is trying to kill me.” The accusation itself confused you, but then again you had no idea how right you were. Din’s expressions morphed into so many different emotions, it was difficult to keep track. Without the helmet, he was just a man...to you at least. That didn’t make him any less dangerous.

“Are-are you sure? It was like you were having an extreme panic attack, or someone was…” Realisation dawned on your lover’s face, all other emotions falling away. It scared you how still he was, fingers no longer stroking your hair. Faintly, you could hear his heartbeat under his armor, otherwise you wouldn’t know what to think.

“It was like someone was strangling you.” His voice was much deeper now, sinister in a sense. Not to you, you knew he was angry but he was angry with the force that was trying to kill you.

...The Force.

Someone was trying to kill you through the use of the force!

That’s when it hit you.

“...Moff Gideon.” Your face matched your lover’s. You were afraid, apprehensive and yet angry with the events that were occurring around you, to you.

“Moff Gideon is trying to kill you, without being anywhere near you, using the force. It’s the one thing we can’t fight against.” Din’s grip grew tight around your body, as if he were protecting you just by willing it to happen. Part of the force worked like that, you knew that much about it.

Right now...you were powerless to stop it. The child could only do so much, but reaching through space? To another person? It was next to the impossible.

“Din...right now. All I need is you by my side.” Trying your best not to cry again. You knew the inevitable was approaching. All you wanted was for him to be near you, even if it was coming to an end.

Silently, you watched as Din’s anger broke, revealing how torn up he really was. Tears flooding into those sweetly intense eyes, he refused to let them fall. Scooping you up in his arms, he carried you to your bed.

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Sleep was also inevitable. Which is why you weren’t surprised to find him there, waiting for you. Like he had never even left.

“Y/N Y/L/N? Isn’t it?” He smirked to himself, he sat in some sort of throne, legs crossed. He was comfortable. What got on your nerves was how smug he was about it. Glaring into his soul, you restrained yourself. You were in your mind and the force was on his side. If anything, he could easily do more harm to you than you could to him. The whole situation was insanely unfair.

“Is it even worth answering? You’re in my mind. You could learn anything you wanted about me!” Shouting across the void, angry reverberated back at you. It was like anything you did, reflected on the storm clouds brewing above. Anything Moff Gideon did, had no such effect.

Glancing around, all you could see was the emptiness. It was like you had stepped into a room with no limits. All you could see was him and that dumb throne, like he had taken control away from you.

“Looks like I have all the control when it comes to your mind Y/N.” He continued to smile down at you before standing, stepping down from his throne to walk across the void, towards you. Although he was walking at a leisurely pace, the cape that swished behind him highlighted how menacing he truly is.

“But I’m not here to hurt you. Not this time anyway…” At this, you growled. Confirming everything you and Din had suspected. Chuckling to himself, he continued “I’m here to make a deal with you.” Immediately your anger vanished at this, concern overtaking your whole body as you tensed. There’s only one thing he could possibly want from you…

The baby.

“I will never let you have him.” You were determined to stay strong, but the whimper you let out was pitiful.

“No? Not even if I turned my control over to your husband? Made him suffer the way you did? Perhaps even kill him? And leave you all alone with the child instead?” Gasping, the clouds above reflected a blue hue. Your true emotions were on full display to the enemy. You were backed into a corner. Either he could kill you and expect Din to break, give him the baby or you could listen to what he has to say and let them both live.

“...Fine. Please, leave the Mandalorian out of this.” It felt like you were begging, but in reality you knew you would do anything for Din. Even if it meant fighting for a warrior’s death.

“Very well. Next time you land, I will send a ship for you. You will find a way of escaping the Mandalorian...and bring yourself to me.” This proposition surprised you...he didn’t want you to bring the kid?

“Do this...and I will leave your husband and child alone...forever.”

Now why did he have to go and make it an offer you can’t refuse?

---

The unforgiving metal you were resting against made you want to cry. It was nothing like the beskar you were used to. Your body kept reminding you of all the differences between now and then. It was like a backwards game of spot the difference. Except this was much more dangerous.

Moff Gideon no longer had a grip on your mind. That was only because he was standing in front of you...in person.

Earlier you had woken to find Din happy that you were still alive. He was apprehensive yet grateful for the next day of life the Maker had gifted to you. You had managed to lie, telling him you felt so much better, before somehow convincing him to land the Razor Crest on a peaceful planet. One where you could get as much sunlight and fresh air as you wanted.

It was all just a farce. An act.

It hurt you so much to lie and betray your Riduur. It felt like you were going back on your vows. Throughout it all you reminded yourself, you were doing this for him and the child, to keep them safe for the rest of their lives.

That all came crashing down when the ship collected you in the middle of that flower field. It stood out violently and you were certain Din had seen it as it came into land.

This theory confirmed itself as you stepped aboard, turning back to spot your Riduur, the child in his arms as they both just stood there and watched. You could sense the horror behind their eyes as tears fell from yours. Mouthing the words that you were sorry, the doors shut and you flew away.

It took all the strength you had not to fall onto your knees when you arrived, not in front of that much evil. He had already gotten what he wanted, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry as well.

Now, he had you in this complicated contraption that was somehow a mix between a chair and a gurney. The metal, a bitter reminder of what you had given up and in exchange what you had received.

It had only been a couple of hours, but the torture was relentless. Moff Gideon had put your mind through hell to see how far you could go before you snapped. He had the force, you knew that beforehand, yet you underestimated just how powerful he was. He didn’t want any information, he just wanted you to suffer.

No physical harm had come to you, but it felt like you were close to death. You were so tired and a myriad of dots danced before your eyes as you glanced around the room. It was a cell despite how many buttons and controls were placed on the walls. If Din could see you now you knew he would be horrified, you must’ve looked like a corpse.

You weren’t dead yet. But you knew you were pretty close.

---

The sounds of a distant battle were the next thing that woke you. For a moment you thought you had finally succumbed to the darkness, all the hurt and pain had collapsed on top of you, forcing you to sleep. But a battle could only mean one of two things, either the rebellion was attacking the Imperial ship or…

Din was here.

Just the thought of your husband made you move to get out of the chair, pain screamed back at you in retaliation. It gave you a clear message, you weren’t going anywhere.

But if Din was here, here for you and he might die trying to get to you. You sure as hell were going to fight for him. Even if it meant you were only going to see him one last time.

Imperial soldiers were many things: treacherous, hypocrites and sometimes, if you were lucky, they were very stupid. Which is how you came across your tools stashed in your belt. They weren’t the kind of tools that were visible. No, these were lock picking tools that were hidden on purpose.

It took a couple of minutes, thankfully no one came in to check on you at that time but finally, you were free.

---

No guards were stationed outside your cell, which meant they must have been called away towards the fight. Din had been a part of many battles, but aboard an Imperial ship? You couldn’t begin to imagine how severely outnumbered he was.

Limping down the endless hallways, you followed the sound of the fight. Knowing that at the other end of it was your husband, you only hoped that your limp wouldn’t keep you from a fatal mistake. This whole decision was a mistake, you knew that now.

It was a trap Moff Gideon had set for you and you only.

Din’s grief was just an added bonus.

Finally reaching the room of the fight, you discovered that all the soldiers had already been taken out. The only reason for that must’ve been a weapon of immense size and had enough ammo to take on an army. Well, in this case, it kind of did. The Razor Crest was parked at the other end of the hangar.

All that was left was Moff Gideon and Din Djarin in a vicious fist fight.

...And Din was losing.

You knew that if you didn’t act now, Din was going to get himself killed and all of this would’ve been for nothing. The only thought you had was that if this was going to happen, you wouldn’t want your mistake to take Din away from you in its wake.

Limping into the hangar, Moff Gideon didn’t even notice your entrance as he held out a weapon you didn’t recognise. Not until he activated it at least.

An ominous black blade shot out, made of light and outlined by a white glare. A darksaber.

Only hearing about them in stories from the past, you knew lightsabers were flashy but they were twice as deadly. They could kill you in an instant, cauterising wounds as soon as they were made. Din didn’t stand a chance, even with the beskar. None of his weapons matched the darksaber’s intensity.

Launching forwards, the both of them clashed as Din used some sort of a shield. Part of the ship, you recognised. The sinister sorcerer retaliated, lashing out with the darksaber searing through the shield. By some miracle it held up.

“HOW DARE YOU TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME!” The sound of Din screaming out in pain scared you to the point where you thought he was dying, not you.

“She came of her own free will, Djarin. To protect you!” Sneering down at him, you couldn’t help the strength that returned in the form of pure rage.

“SHE WANTED TO PROTECT THE CHILD! FROM YOU! YOU-MONSTER!” He was so infinitely angry, he was blind to his actions. You were scared for him. Sprinting back towards Gideon, Mando attempted to bring part of the ship down on his head. It was a stupid act, a rare kind of mistake for the Mandalorian to do.

Yet, he prevailed.

In shock, Gideon let go of the saber. With it falling out of his grasp, it clattered to the floor. It was almost like the whole scene was taking place in slow motion before you.

“I loved her...and you killed her. All for a child?” Din’s voice was broken, if all he did was look up right now, he would see that you were still alive. Broken in places, but alive and right in front of him.

“I wasn’t after the child...not this time.” Moff Gideon panted in agony, blood gushing from a gash on his head. You could see that much. But now was your time to act, while his guard was down.

Three things happened in the next moment.

Firstly, whilst they were talking, Moff Gideon’s hand moved towards a blade he had hidden away in his robes, fully intending on driving through the space between the bottom of Din’s helmet and his neck.

Secondly, you felt a deep and complicated feeling overtake you once more, causing you to reach out this time. Not fall to your knees in agony. Now was no longer the time for pain. You were a lion that had been kept in a cage, prodded and poked at. This time you would bare your fangs and lash out at your captors.

Thirdly, as Moff Gideon swiftly got to his feet, running at Din, the Mandalorian stumbled backwards in surprise causing him to trip over debri.

In the moment he fell over, all he could do was watch as you drove the dark saber through Moff Gideon’s chest.

As you retracted the blade, a wet gargle left the man’s throat as he fell sideways. Revealing your worn and beaten from to your Riduur.

Despite everything that had just happened, you were so happy to see him.

Falling to your knees, you collapsed into his chest.

“It’s over, it’s over. We’re finally safe.”

As you sobbed, you finally slipped away, in the arms of the man you loved.

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Over a week later you awoke.

“Din?” This time your voice croaked from not using it. Not because you had been screaming in your sleep.

“Cyare.” Turning to your side, you observed the scene before you.

You were all in a hut, the sound of children playing outside bringing an unexpected amount of normalcy.

What gave you peace of mind that you were all well and truly safe was the sight right in front of you.

Din was dressed in simple clothes, a tunic and pants, no shoes and no helmet. His hair was freshly washed and had dried in the sun, letting his curls be shown freely to the world. He smiled down at you, immensely grateful you had woken.

As he made his way towards you, you grew aware of the warmth tucked into your side. Looking down you spotted the child curled on top of the blanket and you, fast asleep.

“You’re awake.” He whispered, crouching down at your bedside.

“I thank the Maker that I am. I wouldn't have missed this wonderful sight for the universe.” You joked, combing fingers through his hair. That was when you noticed the countless bandages winding up your arm, no, your arms.

Noticing the light flicker in your eyes, Din explained what had happened.

“You were gravely wounded Cyar'ika. The healers said you were lucky to have pulled through at all.” Moving your hand to his cheek, you looked upon the face of the man you married.

“I’m here now. We’re free. We can...start our lives as a family, together.” Din beamed at this, his pearly teeth on full display as he leant down to kiss you, gingerly at first.

As the kiss deepened, you remembered how long it had really been since the two of you had shared any form of affection. Yet, something else popped up in the back of your mind.

“Din-wait.” Pushing him away, it pained you more than the wounds that littered your body.

“What is it?” Confusion laced his features as his eyes flickered across yours.

“I think...I think I’m like the child. That was how I killed Moff Gideon...I used the force.”

As you spoke these words into the air, it disturbed the peace you two had created in just a few short moments. Din Djarin turned his face, his eyes landing on the object that had been resting on a table for the past week, untouched. Sure, you two were free and about to start a new life all together.

But now was the time you and the child would train.

Two Jedi and a Mandalorian.

It sounded like the start to a bad joke.

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idreamofplaid · 5 years ago

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Love and Devotion

Summary: Intimacy is something that takes time for the reader. Sam is a patient man.

Characters: Sam x Plus!Size Reader

Word Count: 3674

A/N: This fic was requested by @autumninavonlea . It is about being demisexual. She asked the question, “ How would Sam react if his girlfriend was demisexual?” Add to that all the feelings that come with being plus sized in a thin world. I took some time with this one and tried to really feel what I was writing. I hope I got it right.

Someone else had wrapped the tiny little box. You were sure about that because Sam knew basically nothing about wrapping presents. He’d told you the stories about Christmases spent alone with Dean and gifts wrapped in newspaper. This little package had pretty silver paper and a perfectly hand tied red ribbon.

Sam watched you expectantly biting his bottom lip briefly before his dimple accented smile spread across his face. You pulled slowly at the ribbon. Whatever was inside this tiny box, it represented another move forward in your relationship. You knew what came in tiny boxes like this one, not that you were expecting an engagement ring. It was too soon for that.

Besides, people had sex before they got engaged; didn’t they? And that was something that hadn’t happened between you and Sam. He hadn’t pressured you at all, but now things were changing.

Carefully, you removed the paper and lifted the top from the box. Inside was a gold chain piled on top of a disc. You gently pinched your fingers around the clasp so you could pull the gold circle from the box. It was plain without any markings. You turned it over; the back was empty too.

Sam took the necklace from you. His eyes were soft, taking in your expression. His voice was equally as soft. “Turn around.” You did as he asked, and Sam gathered your hair in his hand so he could place it over one of your shoulders. Then he lifted the necklace over your head and fastened it in place.

You turned back around, your fingertips grazing the surface of the gold. Sam’s eyes were still on you. “There’s no inscription on it.” He took one of your hands in his. “That comes later.” He paused; his eyes traveled over your face then back to yours. “Every version of my future I can think of has you in it.” He bent down to touch his lips to yours, softly at first then the tip of his tongue touched your mouth seeking entrance.

Sam’s kisses were always welcome. He was tender even when the way he kissed you turned more passionate dancing on the edge of becoming something more physical, but Sam had never crossed that line. He had listened while you explained, after cutting short what could have been your first make out session, how you felt about sex and having a physical relationship with someone. He understood that feelings were deeply connected to anything sexual for you, and it was something you weren’t comfortable with doing yet.

Sam was patient, and that’s what made you comfortable with letting him lead you to the couch now while he kissed you. He guided you down, your back against the arm of the sofa and settled in on top of you.

His mouth moved across your cheek and down your neck leaving a trail of kisses to your collarbone. His breath was warm against your skin. “Is this okay?”

You tightened your hold on him and nodded. “Y...yes.” Once he knew you were alright, Sam kissed you more deeply. You’d come to love the taste of him on your tongue. It was familiar and exciting. He could stir a longing for him deep inside you that no man had ever been able to before.

Sam’s large hand covered the side of your waist and he started to push your shirt up while he continued to kiss you. Then he stopped; his eyes were dark and beautiful. “I don’t expect anything. You know that, right?”

You reached up to touch the hard line of his jaw. “I know. Keep going. I want you to.”

Sam brushed his thumb softly over your cheek. “Just tell me if you change your mind.”

Sam focused on kissing your neck where it met your shoulder while his hand slid further under your shirt and up your side. You put one hand into his hair and held onto him with your other arm. When his hand moved over your breast, you inhaled sharply.

Sam kissed your mouth again and caught your breath inside his when you exhaled. His thumb started to flick over your nipple through your bra. He talked against your lips through kisses. “I’ve got you, Y/N.” Your body responded to him, your nipple grew taut through the thin fabric of your bra.

This felt good. You didn’t protest when Sam eased your shirt over your head and let it drop to the floor. He lowered himself down your body and teased one of your nipples with his tongue until the material of your bra was wet. Your already aroused nipple drew tighter, and there was an unmistakable tingle between your legs accompanied by an ache in your core.

You wanted him. This is what desire felt like, not like the times you’d gone through with sex before because your friends were doing it. Each time you had hoped this was the time it would be different. This time it really was different. Sam reached behind you to unhook your bra, and you adjusted your body to make it easier for him. This was more skin than you had ever shown him before. There was only a moment’s hesitation in your mind; you wanted him to do this.

Sam’s first kiss was along the curve of your breast. After several kisses, he moved his mouth and closed it over your nipple. At first, he kissed you there the same way he kissed your mouth when he was using his tongue. The swirls and circles changed to sucking and licking while he rolled your other nipple between his fingers.

Your eyes closed, and your breathing got heavier. It was okay that he was doing this, more than okay. The way he made you feel, emotionally and physically, already had your thoughts melting into a soft, sweet haze of nothing but him and the way his mouth and hands felt on your body.

You let yourself get lost in it until Sam’s hand slipped under your waistband and inside your panties. Your eyes flew open, and your tried to sit up. Sam moved, and his weight was no longer heavy on top of you. It was almost like a protective instinct when you crossed your arms over your exposed chest to cover yourself even though he hadn’t hurt you.

It was your fear of what came next that had caused you to panic. You didn’t want to disappoint him, not be what he expects. Sam reached for your shirt where it had fallen. He picked it up and slipped it over your head then helped you put your arms back through the sleeves. His touch on your shoulder was light. “What is it, sweetheart? What’s wrong?” You could only shake your head. Sam covered your hand with his and held it. “We don’t have to do this. We don’t have to do anything.”

You finally found your voice. “I’m sorry.”

Sam wrapped you in his arms. “Shhh. There’s nothing to be sorry about.” He kissed your hair and held the back of your head in his hand. You sat that way in silence. Sam didn’t say anything; he was just with you. He held you and comforted you.

After a long time, you whispered against his chest. “Thank you.”

Sam answered quietly, “Do you want to sleep with me?” He was quick to clarify. “I just mean sleep. Nothing else. I want to hold you, have you close to me.”

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Sam’s room was pretty basic. He hadn’t done much to add any homey touches. It was still one of the most inviting places you’d ever seen. You did want to curl up in that bed with Sam. You wanted to give yourself to him. Why couldn’t you? He hadn’t given you any reason to doubt him, none at all.

Sam smiled at you. Soft. Gentle. Sam. “Do you want something to sleep in? You can wear one of my shirts.”

Still feeling a little shy, you managed to answer, “Okay.” He opened a drawer and pulled out a navy t-shirt. It wasn’t one of the deep v-necks he often wore. If it had been, that would have left little to the imagination. He even looked away while you changed like you hadn’t just been intimate with each other only minutes before. Sam didn’t turn around until you were settled in his bed with the covers over you, so he missed seeing your bare legs. You noticed everything he was doing to be a gentleman, and the appreciation you felt filled your heart with even deeper feelings for him.

Sam undressed in front of you, down to his underwear at least. He took off his jeans and layers of Winchester shirts then put on some sleep pants and a t-shirt that was in the v-neck style.

Sam settled into bed next to you. He was careful not to get too close or touch you before he asked, “Is it okay for me to hold you?”

Once you had given him the go ahead, he pulled you close against him with your back pressed against his chest. He circled one strong arm around your waist and held you there. You lay together in the quiet and darkness of the room for several minutes feeling Sam’s heart beat against your back.

A swirl of thoughts were tangled in your mind. You wanted to be with Sam; you wanted to lower every wall, every barrier and give yourself to him. But nagging doubts filled your head. Sex meant something far more to you than just the physical. It made you feel truly vulnerable and that was scary.

Too often the partners you’d had, and there weren’t that many, pulled back from you after sex leaving you feeling even more vulnerable and rejected. You trusted Sam, but you’d trusted some of those other guys too; guys who said they wouldn’t hurt you. Then they did.

Your feelings were made even more complicated by the fact you carried extra weight. It made you self conscious, and when a guy was attracted to you; you sometimes questioned his motives because of your past experiences. Sam wasn’t like that. Your knew it, but that didn’t stop the fear.

You were still scared. You were scared of Sam just being nice to you, polite enough to go through with it but then being done because he had no desire for you after you’d had sex with him, and he’d seen your body.

You were also scared of what you might be doing to him if he did care for you. He deserved someone who would give of herself completely to him. He deserved someone who wouldn’t keep telling him no.

Sam ran his long fingers through your hair, and you struggled not to cry. “Talk to me, Y/N. Tell me what’s going on. What are you thinking?”

You took a deep breath, not wanting your voice to crack when you answered him because then he’d know just how close you were to crying, and his soft touch made it harder to fight. “I just...I don’t want this to end.”

He tightened his hold on you ever so slightly. “Why do you think that? Have I given you a reason to think that?”

You put your hand over his where it was resting on your waist. “You haven’t done anything, Sam. It’s me.” He held you a little longer before saying anything else.

“Why do you think you’ve done anything?”

You tucked your face into the pillow. “Because it isn’t fair to you that I keep asking you to wait.”

Sam shifted slightly in the bed and turned your body so he could face you. He put his hand on the side of your face. “Honey, there’s nothing for you to worry about. I want to be with you when you’re ready. Not before then.”

You glanced up at him then lowered your eyes. “Women practically throw themselves at you, Sam. You don’t have to wait.”

Sam took your hand in his and kissed it. “I don’t want them. I want you, and waiting is better. I’ve tried to force it so I could have someone, have something, feel close to somebody.” He kissed your hand again. “But that wasn’t enough; you are. You’re enough right now. When you are ready and we do make love, it’ll be that much better.”

This incredible man, that you would never understand how you found or why he chose to be with you, took you in his arms then and held you. When he felt you relax, Sam started to talk to you, and what he said made your heart freeze and then leap. “I’ll wait as long as you need, Y/N, because I love you.”

Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, but your body was still. You couldn’t move or speak. Sam kissed your forehead with a gentle touch of his lips then nuzzled your cheek with his before burying his face in your hair and inhaling you deeply.

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The first time you slept with Sam was the night he asked you to marry him. He’d asked soon after he said “I love you”. Sam Winchester was romantic to his core. He proposed to you by a lake when the first flowers of spring were blooming.

Sam was every bit as passionate as he was romantic, but he didn’t let that passion overtake him or overwhelm you. He did everything you needed that first time you shared his bed. As a result, he had everything he wanted. He had you.

The next morning you woke up in his arms with the length of your naked body touching his. When you raised your head from his chest, Sam was smiling at you. That moment was when a calmness and completeness settled over you that was the most beautiful thing you’d ever felt in your life until now.

You were finally alone with your new husband. The wedding was perfect, everything you had dreamed. It was small, only the people who meant the most to you were there. Sam was more relaxed and happier than you had ever seen him. He ate the ceremonial bite of wedding cake you offered him and then finished his entire piece. He danced with you while your family and friends watched, and he couldn’t get enough kisses or contact with you practically keeping his hand on the small of your back the entire day.

Now, night had fallen; and the moon and stars shone down on you as you sat together on the deck of the lake house Sam had brought you to for your honeymoon. It was full summer now and pleasantly warm. Branches in the trees around you moved gently in the nighttime breeze that came from the lake.

You heard Sam sigh, his thumb softly brushing back and forth over your knuckles. A smile crossed your face. It was time. Slowly, you stood and without letting go of his hand leaned down to kiss Sam’s cheek, followed by a whisper in his ear. “Give me a few minutes then wait for me in the bedroom.”

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You took one more look at yourself in the mirror. A few months ago you would have never worn something like this, but your confidence was at an all time high. You were wearing a sheer black lace babydoll that revealed your nude body beneath it. Sam was about to find out just how you could be when you felt totally safe, and so were you.

When you walked out of the dressing room area, you found Sam sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard and his long legs stretched out in front of him crossed at the ankles. He had bought something for tonight too. The sleep pants he was wearing were all white and not his usual flannel.

Sam’s breath caught when he saw you, and you watched his chest rise and fall. He had shaved the patch of hair that sometimes grew there. Your eyes traveled over his bare chest to the muscles in his shoulders, and up to the awed expression on his face. He uncrossed his legs drawing your attention to the lower part of his body. The outline of his penis was easy to see through the thin fabric of the sleep pants. Your own breath hitched.

As you walked closer to him, he raised his arms to reach for you; and you caught a glimpse of the wedding band on his finger. For you, that was a powerful aphrodisiac. You put a knee on the bed and lowered yourself to him. His kiss made you lightheaded and grounded you. The taste of him was comforting, familiar, and thrilling. He slid his hand under your lingerie and cupped your bare behind in his hand, squeezing while he kissed you deeply.

You were getting wet for him. The more he kissed you, the wetter you became. “Lie down on the bed for me, Sam.” He did as you asked, and you straddled him so he could feel just how wet you were. You lay down on top of him and rubbed your core against his naked stomach. Sam moaned into your mouth. “I want you, Y/N.” You could feel his full erection pressing into your backside.

You pulled your lips from his to place them on his chest and start a trail of kisses down the center of his body across his firm abs and right to his waistband before working your way back up to one of his nipples. Your extremely sensitive husband gasped when you took the little nub into your mouth rolling your tongue over it.

Sam raised his hips off the bed seeking something you weren’t going to give him just yet. You kept sucking on his nipple and reached down to stroke him through the pants. He had a sizable wet spot of his own forming, and you could fell the length of him throbbing through the fabric. After stroking him for a couple of minutes, Sam was moving his hips trying, but unable to, thrust into your hand. The sounds he was making flushed your body with heat, and you let go of his nipple with a final lick.

You slid your body down his, lightly scratching his skin with the lace you were still wearing. A quick look to Sam’s face and you saw his eyes were closed, and he was breathing through his mouth. You hooked your fingers into the waistband of his pants and pulled them down over his hips. Pre come was steadily oozing from his tip, and his thick penis bobbed with the need for more.

Once those innocent looking, erotic white pants were on the floor, you lifted the babydoll over your head and tossed it on top of them. You guided Sam to your entrance and sank down onto him. With each rise and fall of your body, he was pushing against your cervix. You draped yourself on top of him and let Sam take over. He thrust up into you for a few seconds before rolling you beneath him.

Sam found the rhythm that you both liked best, dragging over your sweet spot with every thrust. You parted your legs even wider for him and let your fingers sink into his back as your orgasm washed over and through you. Sam’s hips speeded up. “This is all for you, Y/N. Only you.” He came inside you with a cry, and you felt his hot semen filling you.

Sam slipped from your body and kissed you with a post orgasmic softness. His fingers sank into your hair, and he grasped a gentle handful while he kissed you. After several minutes of kissing and allowing your breathing to return to normal, Sam propped himself on his elbow so he could look at you. “You’re perfect, Y/N, and so beautiful. I love you with everything I have to give you.”

Happy tears filled your eyes. You brushed your fingertips over his cheek and along his jaw. He was real. “I love you, Sam, and I will give you everything I have.”

He wiped the tears from your face then touched his lips to yours, his hand gently cradling you head. You smiled when he pulled back to look at you again. “No more tears, beautiful.” Then Sam reached for the bedside table, opened the drawer, and pulled your disc necklace from it. He had asked for it back a few days ago, and unquestioningly you had given it to him. Just like he had done months ago, Sam fastened it around your neck.

You lifted the little circle; there was a W engraved on the front now. On the back there was an inscription, I love you now and always with the date. “Sam I...you...you planned this?”

His smile still made your heart flutter, maybe even more now that you were his wife. “I knew, Y/N. I knew when I first gave it to you that I would wait for today as long as I had to. You’re part of me.”

You put your hand over the W that was resting on top of your heart. “I love you so much, Sam.” You took a deep breath, your hand still on the pendant. “I’ll take care of you. I promise. I’ll do everything I can to make you happy.”

Sam kissed your cheek right next to your ear. “I know, Mrs. Winchester. I know.”

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“R:B” CHAPTER 8 (Part 1)

TRANSLATION & RAWS: NARU-KUN

* Chapter 1 * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3: Part 1 / Part 2 * Chapter 4: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 * Chapter 5 * Chapter 6: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 * Chapter 7

Breathe slowly. The tip of the cigarette burns.

While exhaling smoke, he lifts the finger that clenches the cigarette. A cigarette that he has just started falls under his feet. He tramples it with his foot.

And Suoh releases his "power".

The whole body is engulfed in flames. The swirling column of fire burns around him. An indescribable sense of release fills the cells throughout his body.

Totsuka yelled something, but the voice was burned by the flames and did not reach Suoh.

However,

"Get out of here."

With that said, he calmly stepped forward. The line of sight is not separated from the figure of the King in the distance.

Munakata, on the other hand, had already fixed his point of view on Suoh.

The next moment, the blue aura escapes from the elegant uniform. Countless fine crystals of blue light shine and are reflected in the air. The group of crystals swirls around Munakata as if to praise the power of the king.

In the distance, it looked like a local blizzard or a swirl of thin ice.

Flame and ice.

Destruction and order.

It is seen that they do not fit. That fact now is pretty creepy.

Suoh had already stopped thinking about whether this conflict was correct or not. The limit has already been exceeded. It is a development that was predictable. Then the result will also be inevitable.

He may be responsible for his election as king. What Munakata said about the "responsibility of the king".

However, if he is responsible for his election as king, the Slate that made him king is also responsible. The Golden King who controls the Slate, and the people and society who accept the rule of the Golden King, must be held accountable. He put up with it long enough. Suoh Mikoto's personal "wish" came true. The "result" of that would simply be inevitable and real.

The irritation that had built up, settled, and solidified in place was heated and boiled, and the bubbles of the harsh, destructive impulse burst.

It is impossible to control it anymore and he don't feel like it.

"Everyone, draw your swords!"

A female member who was next to Munakata issued an order. In response, the members in the back draw their swords while calling out to themselves, one after another.

The crunching sound of drawing overlapped and the blades disturbed the reflected light. Swords that touch the sunlight are reminiscent of the brilliance of a school of fish bouncing off the surface of the water.

All members are developing a blue aura similar to Munakata's. The action of drawing the saber is the key, and the "power" is activated. He has interacted with the predecessor "Scepter 4" left by Habari Jin, but it seems that the characteristics of the Clansman have not changed even if the king changes. Defensive battle style. But what about the king himself?

Then, before Suoh watched, Munakata also put his hand on his waist, following his subordinates.

However, Munakata did not draw his sword. He operates the metal clasps to remove the belt from the sword, and carry it in his hand.

Suoh was impressed without knowing it. He knew he didn't like it, but he didn't think it would bother him that much. It is as if Suoh's conscience and reason were educated in advance so that not one millimeter would interfere with complete combustion.

"What's wrong, Munakata? Don't you draw your sword, what's stopping you?"

"A guard baton is more suitable than a military sword for outlaw control. First of all, it is a bit painful to cause a serious injury to a 'senpai'."

Munakata replied coldly.

If this was just a tease, he wouldn't be so upset. It's okay to bet though, but now there's the sword crater case on Munakata's mind. In other words, he is not really motivated.

If he wants to avoid the worst outcome, it is a natural decision as king. No, it doesn't matter if he is a king, anyone who knows the truth of the case must make the same decision. Munakata's purpose is simply to "hold" Suoh while his subordinates secure him.

There is no point in fighting seriously. It is enough to hold it down. So he doesn't draw his sword.

That makes sense. And that theory clearly showed how Munakata esteemed Suoh "lightly" for his intentions and feelings. Since when has it been so fake?

It is unpleasant.

It's not because Suoh is the opponent. Perhaps this man has always been there for it and has built "reasonable" relationships in his life.

After capturing and discussing all the thoughts and actions of the people around him, he analyzes it at one point and eliminate it at another time, leading to the result that he judges the right thing. This is the "ordinary way" of Munakata. Perhaps this man couldn't even imagine the resentment Suoh feels now.

A man who doesn't care about other people's little "self-esteem" in the face of his "correction".

It is interesting.

It is so interesting that the intestines boil. This is the first time he has felt this way.

"Totsuka. Take them and go to Kusanagi."

"King?!"

"By the way, call other people. I can't show up there at the moment. The Blues must be handled by you."

There was a sign that Totsuka was rushing behind him. Although the Totsuka escape is a first-class item, it has a pair with Yamata, and that number is unreasonable to the other party. They will need some time to escape.

When Munakata looked back at his subordinates, the members became nervous for Suoh, but they didn't seem to be scared and had a fighting spirit. They are quite motivated to be a newly established unit.

But they are still newbies.

Suoh raised his right arm high so they could see him well from there. Munakata's expression changes. However, the members are only watching, although they are cautious.

Suoh snorted and lowered his arm toward the unit.

The pillar of fire that had risen from Suoh rose in the shadows and fell on the heads of the limbs like a dragon that fluttered, stretched and leaped.

"Eh?! Strengthen the barrier."

Immediately after the female member screamed, the unit was swallowed up by the flame with the scream. The surface of the asphalt melts with a sizzle and red-swaying heat waves erupt.

Flames and roars crawl down the street and spread radially. Suoh calmly let himself be carried away after the flames he had released.

But the next moment, the spreading flame was swept away by the blue light.

A cold, hard light appears like a blue ice mine in the center of the sea of flames that filled the streets. The huge barrier, which contained all the members of the two platoons inside, pierced through the sea of fire. Even after the flame is completely extinguished, it glows as if nothing happened.

"Surprising."

Munakata keeps the sword still in the scabbard sticking out to the side as a unit.

"The Red King, who is proud of his power and rumored to target the clan member first. In fact, is your hobby stalking the weak?"

It's hard to see such a graceful laugh. The king who protects his subordinates instantly looks at Suoh with an icy gaze.

Suoh snorts.

"I don't believe in the line of a bastard who brings his minions to win a fight."

"Hmm? Oh, I see. Want time to let your friends get away? It's a complicated friendship."

Munakata shot his gaze behind Suoh. Apparently Totsuka did not miss the opportunity Suoh gave him and left the battlefield along with Yamata and the other two immature Strains, it is a true escape.

"However, we have already deployed troops to this area. I would like you to 'cooperate' before things get too big."

"During this period, "cooperation" is a big problem. Does the barrier you are proud of work on that?"

"It's kindness. The proud Red King can always excuse himself."

“Let's talk about teaching, Munakata. If you only care about your upper body and your body, you will lead a boring life."

"I don't think it's the line of someone who lives like a stray after eating and sleeping."

Munakata's vocabulary is not altered. Suoh laughed softly. It's really exciting.

"It's good to keep you waiting every time, but if you can't beat it, isn't it free?"

"Oh, that's very unfortunate, but it's an unnecessary concern, although I don't think it's going to meet your expectations."

When Munakata said that, he waved the sword, saying that playful words would be good.

"Awashima-kun. Retreat and pursue them before they escape."

"Yes!"

The female member replied, although she was still a bit upset. She immediately looks back at the unit and gives instructions.

After all, it seems that high morale is not bad. He wants to stop it a little longer just in case. Suoh manipulates the "power" to knead the flame at once.

However, before that, the Munakata barrier that had developed exploded.

Then, Munakata with a condensed aura closes the distance in an instant. He pushes the tip of the pod with that cool look.

A light and elegant stroke. However, the shock transmitted by both arms protected at the same time far exceeded Suoh's expectations.

Involuntarily look into his eyes.

"Eh?"

Sparks fluttered like an explosion at the Blue King's strike.

Some of the "power" that was being released is dispersed. The moment he thought he would push back Munakata's attack as he gathered up the rest and increased the output, the "power" he put in slipped. In the exquisite moment when Suoh's immediate revulsion was expected, Munakata changed his body and made "power". Manipulate the sword to flow as it is and to stop Suoh's foot with a sheath.

About to charge, he cut the backhand without thinking. When the top and bottom were reversed, he felt it was unpleasant, but he couldn't make it in time. He increases the output of "power" and solidify it without releasing it.

Just before landing, Munakata's pursuit reached the clear target. A sword that hasn't even been drawn hits him gracefully. He received "power", but could not bear it. Suoh flew out like a meteor, with the tail of the flame waving.

++++++++++

A great shock. After smashing the window, Suoh rushed into the store on the first floor of the building. Flames and dust are pouring out of a broken window. It's like firing a bazooka cannon.

Munakata slightly flips the hem of the uniform. All good. And he turned the saber that was still in the scabbard.

Take the first step for now. During this time, Awashima's troops also completed their exit from the street. After that, as per the instructions, they should start chasing Yamata and the others.

There are troops in the vicinity. He told Suoh, but he has to admit that the advantage of the land is with the enemy "Homura", whose roots are in the city of Shizume-cho. It is a situation that requires quick action.

Fortunately, unlike "Scepter 4", "Homura" is just a "group" of clan members.

It is not an "organization". If the person facing the situation does not respond immediately and correctly, or if there is no one to take the initiative instead of the command, it will not work as a whole. Especially in the current situation where the scale is swollen, the footwork should be fatally heavy. It will not be possible to work together in a short period of time. There are many opportunities to take advantage of.

However, the competence of the upper limbs surpasses that of the inexperienced Swordsmen Mobile Division.

After all, it was desirable to carry out the mission quickly and withdraw before the "Homura" was online.

When it comes down to it, the troublesome thing is Suoh. As he could see in the previous act, if he feels like it, he can control the swordsmen alone. He wanted to keep it quiet, even temporarily, to prevent it from happening.

Well, when it comes down to it, he has to do something.

Considering Kagutsu's case, he would like to avoid hitting him head-on to eliminate the possibility. So how does he neutralize it with his own hands? Munakata takes on a number of tactics, compares and examines them beforehand.

When…

Although extremely rare, Munakata doubted his ears at the time.

He hears laughter. A deep, low voice. While angry, laugh because it can't be helped at the same time.

When he saw it, the tent Suoh moved was lush. The inside of the store heats up over high heat and everything starts to melt. A scene as if he were looking at the crater of an active volcano. And from the bottom of the boiling magma, the figure of a man appeared.

The sound is sharp and fierce, the intense heat that it generates, glow several times more than the fire it carries.

"It's discovered." Suoh said.

"What you did isn't bad. I see, it's more than I bargained for. Well done, Munakata."

Then a cold stream ran down his spine.

He clicked his tongue involuntarily. He frowned slightly as if it were a failure.

Perhaps he should have dared to handle it comfortably while suppressing the "power". It went straight on because it was meant to protect Awashima and the others. As a result, he appears to have set the troublesome king on fire. Tired of the hassle of putting out the fire, Munakata silently repositions the remaining sword in the scabbard.

Wait for Suoh's next attack. He prepares for multiple cases, selects the most efficient response for each, and prepares for the circumference with perfect posture.

However…

Suddenly, he realizes. Goosebumps.

"Come on?"

The flame swirls.

Suoh, who turned into a fire bullet, rushed inside with a smile on his face. Directly in front. It's stupid, Munakata develops a blue barrier. Focus the "power" forward. However, Suoh doesn't care at all and doesn't stop.

He compresses the flame with a fist that pulls on his arm and squeezes it. As if shooting an arrow from a tied bow, pull out his fist and release the flame. Munakata takes a hit and repels it.

Tries. The moment of impact was difficult to describe. It is heavy without any preparation.

He stepped on it instantly, but it was carried along with the barrier. Suoh's fist pushes Munakata away as he deploys the barrier.

"Eh?!"

Take it easy. As he said to himself, the moment he brought out more "power", Suoh's pressure disappeared.

He saw it.

Suoh's spinning kick erupted from Munakata's left side, who had lost the spot to bring "power". In addition, it penetrates.

Suoh's kick broke through Munakata's barrier as if shaking a large snake. It was almost a coincidence that he was able to react. The torrent of destruction escapes with the urge to grab the ends of the hair above Munakata, who ducked and dodged. The crushed barrier and the erupting flame flew diagonally upward, engaging the atmosphere. It's like a jet of "power."

With a slap, Munakata shines on Suoh's shaft with the sheath. But it can't hit. Suoh, who was reading the movements, accumulated "power" in his legs and received the blow from Munakata that released him in a forced posture. Also, the kicked right foot falls vertically when Munakata's movement stops after being struck by a foot.

Falls off. Munakata holds the saber horizontally with both hands.

"Eh?"

It was a shock as if he had received a stone. A roaring heat wave breaks through the reflexively readjusted barrier. The bright red aura turned into a shower and fell onto "Scepter 4's" uniform.

Also, it's not over yet.

Suoh stretches his body quickly the moment Munakata is hit by the impact. And, with almost no change in posture, this time he steps on it with the sole of the shoe instead of striking.

They collide again. Also, this time, the "power" cannot be lost. It is trampled from above as it is, and intense pressure is applied.

Munakata crouched down and was pinned to the spot with the scabbard raised above his head.

"Huh, this is the new king? More souvenirs."

Despite the absence, the peripheries were steadily increasing the pressure. Stomping with tremendous "power". The crouched asphalt broke and Munakata's lower body collapsed. It is difficult to get rid of it. He seems crushed the moment he relaxes.

A big smile appeared on Suoh Mikoto's lips.

This signifies the authority of the king.

It is interesting. Munakata opened his eyes

Concentrates and temporarily increases "power" output. He resisted the pressure from above, pushed back, and jumped back hard when balanced. Suoh's right foot, which has lost support, falls. The flame that had grown from the sole of the shoe exploded, scattered, and shot out.

Suoh, who broke the path in front of Munakata, who quickly regained his position, raised his face with a smile.

"It's a good move to turn it into intoxicating intelligence."

Munakata corrected the position of his glasses with the tips of his fingers.

"You also played vulgar footwork as a bully."

Immediately after saying it, he turns to attack this time.

As expected, he is the Red King, and it is difficult to easily suppress the force of Suoh's "power". In that case, it is a good idea to always take the initiative and control the battle itself.

Determine the distance between him and Suoh, and jump to the last minute line immediately. It puts the urge to step on the ground as it is and pushes the tip of the pod. Suoh rocks back. Followed by that, take another step, hit back and attack.

However, the moment Suoh pierced through the sword and advanced, Munakata took a sharp step back and kept his distance from Suoh. It's a spin that takes full advantage of the range difference using the sword against Suoh. If Suoh shows any signs of approaching, he will immediately check with his sword.

Keep calm and protect himself. Like a fighter fighting a bull, he not only controls himself, but Suoh's position and movement as well.

The "power" was in every move. The blue crystals, like grains of light, flutter at high speed as Munakata moves. Suoh's red flame also jumped to respond and collided with the crystal.

Munakata controlled the space and put a burden on Suoh's movement. However, the flame burns the crystal and keeps the Blue King away. "Power" and "power" mix and there is a constant revulsion. Each time the two repeated offense and defense, each other's aura drew a complicated pattern, and one after another, supernatural art was drawn in space.

However…

"... You're lazy." Suoh said.

"You're playing, huh!"

Suoh, who saw that Munakata was unwilling to attack, casually stepped forward. There are many loopholes. However, Munakata does not accept the provocation and backs off as much as he can. Suoh who wants to chase more. Take distance from Munakata and jump.

In that instant, he pivoted down from the forward-bent posture that he tried to pursue. Hit the asphalt with his fist.

It's a hit with "power". Radial cracks roar through the asphalt. Furthermore, the flame penetrated the ground and exploded underground for the next moment.

A terrible fright ran.

The surface of the street ripples and the whole area rocks like an earthquake. Sparks shot from cracks in the street.

People flee in terror, trees and street lights bow and signs fall. The moment Munakata jumped up, Suoh's kicking foot was projected like a hard spear with spikes of fire as he was suddenly struck and broke his landing balance.

He barely received it with the pod while he was out of shape. The feeling of receiving it makes he cold. Breaks. Munakata reflexively controls the surrounding space. While holding the pod diagonally, instead of stopping the impact of the kick, he stop it diagonally backwards. But it is not easy. It is a terrible response that can be transmitted to both hands. The "power" sliding through the sheath was like deflecting the torrent with a single rod.

"Power" hard and fresh.

However, it goes without saying that getting it done is not the Munakata style.

Munakata fine-tunes the direction of the stop. Confront Suoh as he flows and instead keep going. Immediately after Suoh realized it, Munakata took out the scabbard and squirmed in reaction.

Turn sharply with the minimum radius and hit the handle of the sword. Suoh suddenly bent his arm to protect himself, but a small but strong blow allowed the impact to penetrate the guard. Suoh's upper body shakes with an "Uh?!"

The barrier shrinks at once in that gap.

Strengthen the whole body with high-density "power", kick with the foot.

The impact that rises from the sole of the foot is transmitted to the trunk in a spiral and is amplified. There is no time or space to use swords and weapons. When the impact hits the shoulder, he changes it into a punch and performs a shoulder attack. It is a "summoning" technique in Chinese martial arts. Despite being almost in close contact, the tremendous attacking force that broke through did not allow for any defense and struck Suoh's body.

Suoh coughs, crunches, and walks away. He barely steps on it, but immediately after that, he can't stand it and collapses, hitting one knee.

The flames Suoh was carrying weakened the fire for the first time. It is an opportunity. If he bends it and take away his conscience, he can remove the annoying Red King element from the situation. By the time he decided that, Munakata had already kicked the trail and was getting closer.

The target is the tip of the chin. It shakes its head from inertia, not from the lightness of the damage, and causes brain tremors to make physical function addictive. It is not power that is needed for that. It's uncut speed and precision through the needle holes. But first he need to seal the opponent's guard.

Munakata raised the sword. Suoh, who got his knee pierced, is ready to be cut. However, this is a momentary pause. Head to Suoh's guard and strike as if hitting a hole. 90% of this time is decided. He was convinced of that.

Suoh didn't hold back.

Munakata's sword is aimed at the neck. The flame surrounding Suoh is torn apart by the pressure of the sword, and the blue aura released from the sheath penetrates into Suoh's body.

Come in decently.

The moment he was shocked that he made a mistake or did not have room to defend himself, the sword he is trying to pull was firmly challenged and stopped working.

Suoh, who was hit, grabbed the tip of the pod. He dared to receive it for this reason.

Munakata clicks his tongue again. He instantly changes stance and prepares for Suoh's counterattack.

But no counterattack came.

Suoh slowly stood up, holding the scabbard.

"So…"

A hot but cold gaze penetrates Munakata up close.

"You are lazy."

A flame erupted from Suoh's entire body like an explosion.

A raging flame in front of him burns his skin mercilessly. Munakata twisted the handle of the sword while frowning. He removes the scabbard from Suoh's hand and jumps back a lot. Suoh's chase will not return. If so, does the damage remain as is? He honestly can't help but go crazy for Suoh, who had a fighting style that made no sense.

Once again, Munakata and Suoh face off at a distance.

However, it is bad. There is no cut in this.

Looking around again, the shopping street with the two of them was exposed to the devastation of a disaster. The damage to the surrounding area was calculated to some extent, but it was not intended to cause such terrible damage.

The most debatable is that, by doing so much damage, no results have been achieved.

His heart was filled with bitterness.

It is his mistake.

The Blue King is the guardian of "order." And the reason "order" must be maintained is that it protects people's lives, property and well-being.

A society built by many people who work hard day and night. The power to protect society is nothing but "order". It is mediocre but good parents and siblings who quickly go unnoticed. The lives of people like them, who live every day with constancy and sincerity, cannot be trampled on like paper.

The chaotic and senseless destruction that seems to spread out in front of them was insurmountable for the Blue King, who should be the guardian of "order".

It could have been impatient. Even if moving towards Shizume-cho was an unavoidable problem, he had to be more careful. Munakata admitted his mistake and was warned not to follow the same path again.

And… it's time to round up. He has to judge that.

In other battles, damage to the surrounding area cannot be ignored. Damage to "order" can have a serious impact on social functioning.

Furthermore, there is a possibility that even the danger of the outbreak of royalty will come to light as in the case of Kagutsu.

The mechanism that led to the outbreak of royal power has not been exactly clarified, but there is no doubt that the excessive use of "power" by royal power is an important factor. Of course, he shouldn't have taken unnecessary risks, like now.

"......"

It was a bit of bittersweet sand that he has perhaps only tasted for the first time in his life.

Feeling of defeat.

He didn't want to blame his lack of experience. It is the result of carelessness and the sweetness of the assumption.

Munakata raised his stance and lowered his sword.

Correct the position of the glasses with his finger and take a slow deep breath.

"It's okay."

He tried and calmly said...

"Suoh Mikoto. I lost. I don't want any more fights. For the moment, let's leave those three people in charge of "Homura." This time I'll put it like this "

The other part is just the other part, and it is also uncomfortable. However, it is nothing more than Munakata's feelings. It was not something he should consider now.

Withdrawal of troops and reporting to the relevant parties. He will also need to contact the “Tokijikuin”. In addition to dealing with Yamata Daichi's case in writing, it is necessary to rework the plan to deal with "Homura" after that. As the leader of the newly formed "Scepter 4," and as the new Blue King, he has a lot to do.

But…

Suoh laughed again.

This time, he was filled with rage and even felt hatred.

"You are a funny man, Munakata." Suoh said laughing. Munakata frowned.

Does he plan to approach the negotiations to generate more favorable conditions? It is already clear that Suoh has no qualities as a king. So, he can guess to some extent the objective of a man leading the street gang. Prestige or money? Unexpectedly, it may be the correct response for this man to give some "food" and tame from the side of desire. They can be considered reluctant but effective means.

Munakata thought about that while looking at Suoh who was laughing.

However…

"Oh, this is the first time I've met someone who makes me so mad."

Incorrect.

He realized intuitively. Behind Suoh's eyes was something completely different from what Munakata expected. However, Munakata does not know what it is about.

"Lose? Stop? Hey, good. Do what you want. Is it fair? I'll let you like it too."

Under those words, Suoh's "power" jumped. It also rose explosively.

Munakata narrowed his eyes. It is fundamentally different from the conventional way of issuing "power." It is as if it has come off.

Munakata understands. This is the "royalty" of the "king". The true "power" of the "king".

However, with this, the "Sword of Damocles" appears. Furthermore, Suoh intends to continue the battle as it is.

It is no longer limited to the battle between Suoh Mikoto and Reisi Munakata. The "Sword of Damocles" is a symbol of the "King" and a flag of the Clan. The battle with him is already a "war". In other words, what Suoh is trying to do is equivalent to a "declaration of war" from the red clan to the blue clan.

And above all, it could be the second collapse of the capital.

Munakata is half stunned.

"What an imitation!"

Suoh responds by blowing fire from his mouth, still with a vicious smile.

"What's the knockoff? That's right. It's just a story of trying to hit up a nasty guy."

"What are you planning?"

"I do not know."

Suoh intervened.

At the same time that Munakata develops a barrier, he releases "power" towards Suoh. He creates a barrier by stacking several layers of "power" crystals between him and Suoh.

There was not even a movement to buy time.

Munakata's barrier is removed, squashed and pierced, and Suoh's barrier is thinned in the blink of an eye. It is like a living fireball. Suoh's left hand firmly grasped the sword sheath, like it was a toy. It should be a shock to the bones, but Suoh is still smiling.

He craned his neck and approached Munakata as if biting, sharpening his fangs and pulling him away.

"You do not understand it."

The next moment, Suoh disappeared from view. The fist of fire lifts Munakata up from below, before he realizes he's sunk.

It's a direct hit.

"This?!"

Munakata released "power" with all his might and struck. At the same time, he was pushed upward by the "power", and his feet came off the ground.

The airflow is raging and the heat wave sweeps through the area.

A fierce fire engulfed Suoh and the street temperature rose sharply. The updraft created by the flame continued to blow like a storm.

Suoh is left behind by the action of the matching "power".

And Munakata also flew through the air without any means to do so.

++++++++++

The aftermath of the "power" of the kings, which was still passed down after they left, were powerful enough to attract the blood of Awashima.

The repeated tremors of a while ago do not seem to be natural. What kind of spectacle is spreading now on the battlefield of kings?

"Eh, Lieutenant. That's…?!"

"Don't stop, we just have to do our best!"

Awashima scolded the annoying members, but her chest also got upset.

The Red King who has the "power" of destruction. Perhaps it is just a part of the flame that was glimpsed when the unit left. Awashima doesn't even know the full picture of Suoh's "power". What happens when the two kings collide head-on?

Even if she doesn’t like it, it is the craters that have changed the terrain of the country. Awashima clenches her back teeth.

Too many unexpected things overlap ...

First of all, the fact that Yamata was already protected by the "Homura" executives was separated from the previous information. Yamata must have formed his own group within "Homura" and slipped through his eyes to stay away from the higher ranks. Of course, there was the possibility that the executives would make contact without seeing Yamata's behavior, but at least when Awashima recalled the Munakata meeting, such a move could not be confirmed. If the executives left at the same time, there are many problems.

Also, aside from Totsuka who considers himself one of the team's organizers, it is a complete misunderstanding that even Red King Suoh himself, who should hardly speak of organizational management, appeared on the scene. Why did Suoh intervene this time? He detects that movement, but how?

Also, it is tremendous bad luck for the operation, such as suddenly meeting Suoh. They were in a compromised state, and instead of blocking Suoh's movement, Munakata was also stuck.

The calculation difference is also basic from the initial action.

In this operation, Awashima is aware that she urged Munakata to make the final decision. Even if the final decision was made by Munakata, she couldn't erase the feelings of guilt.

Of course, trust Munakata. He as King will always act calm and make the best decision, no matter how difficult the situation is.

Munakata has the knack to make she think that.

But...

Just as Munakata is king, Suoh is also king. It should mean that there is something "special" that sets them apart from ordinary people regardless of the strength of the "power" like Ex-A ability.

There is no way she can predict the outcome of such a collision between the two kings.

She should be calm.

The "Sword of Damocles" has yet to appear in the sky above the battlefield where Munakata is fighting. This is proof that Munakata does not fight "seriously" and that the last line is protected.

Her task now is to secure two people, Yamata and the Strains, who are fleeing with Totsuka. First of all, Munakata holds Suoh just to allow Awashima and her friends to carry out their duties. If Awashima and the others achieve their goals, the battle between the kings will end at that time. If she wants to relieve her anxiety, she must find Yamata and the others as soon as possible.

However, at this point, not only has the report arrived that Yamata was discovered, but no key information has arrived either.

Awashima had a unit under her command split up and searched the area. However, it remains overwhelmingly insufficient. The start was delayed due to the stagnation of the Red King, but the difference in perception of the place was even greater. It would be nice if she could at least sneak into a nearby surveillance camera, but this time she hasn't gotten legal permission for that and she's not technically prepared enough. Anyway, the situation is too unexpected.

Too,

"Lieutenant Awashima. Report of the 1st and 2nd platoons engaged in the battle with the members. After all, the melee continues and it is difficult to leave the battlefield immediately."

Hold the words that are about to come out.

"All good. At the very least, tell them to prioritize minimizing the damage rather than destroying it. In particular, avoid expanding the front line at all costs."

What is transmitted to the others is the communication from the command information vehicle of "Scepter 4".

Platoons 1 and 2 were Akiyama and Benzai. It is a particularly excellent unit in the Swordsmen Division. The fact that the two corps are involved in an engagement battle and cannot move is a considerable annoyance in this situation where even a little manpower is needed.

In addition, deficiencies in the communication network are also highlighted. Since Munakata has always led himself in dispatches until now, the use of the communication network through the command information vehicle is of course well trained, but the members are not used to it. It was difficult to say that the communication and command system was optimized.

No experience as an organization. Therefore, immaturity is emerging one after another in adversity.

It is bad. If this continues…

While doing this, the fleeing Totsuka and the fighting members of "Homura" may be summoning other members of the clan. Anyway, speed was required in this operation. The longer it lasts, the more serious and disadvantageous the situation becomes. And today there are already clear signs of this.

"We should withdraw..."

"Lieutenant?"

"Nothing."

Awashima shakes her head towards the line that spills out involuntarily. Feel it. Despite being in the position of Lieutenant, she is well aware of how much she depended on Munakata.

Only the royal authority can stop the royal authority. So when kings fight each other, how much the remaining clan can be formed depends on the skill of the person who commands the clan. Awashima squeezed the importance of her rank.

Meanwhile, she comes to a side street.

"Squadron. You guys can proceed as is. Look here."

She gives instructions to the members who accompanied her and they divide in two. There is no unit operation anymore, but it is not the case when they are concerned about the format. Anyway, if they don't find Yamata and the others, nothing will happen.

Awashima ran hard on the street. But at that moment ...

"Lieutenant Awashima. Reported by the Fourth Squad. They discovered Daichi Yamata and are currently tracking him!"

Awashima wore a beautiful appearance when she received the call from the command information vehicle.

"Domyoji Andy, he reported."

Andy Domyoji, the commander of the Fourth Squad, is the youngest boy in the Swordsmen Division, he is only 17 years old. His father was a former member of "Scepter 4" organized by former King Habari Jin, and when Munakata became the new king, his father entrusted him to the group.

Domyoji did a good job.

Domyoji has a wild personality that doesn't fit into the category of youth. Wayward behavior is not suitable for organizational behavior, and it is also a troubled member. On the other hand, his father's trained sword skill is one of the best in the unit, and he has an outstanding sense of manipulating "power." And again, to the point of line-of-sight, leading a team the size of a friendly group of students often yields remarkable results. In particular, the latter was evaluated by Munakata and was designated as the youngest platoon leader.

However, the quality of Domyoji that Awashima most appreciates is that he "succeeds". Whether good or bad, Domyoji has a high probability of winning. He can call it luck or star circle, but those qualities are not available through training. Human resources like Domyoji are extremely grateful to those who command the team in the situation where they want to trap the opponent.

"Apart from Yamata? Is there also Tatara Totsuka?"

"Details are unknown! However, only Yamata was in the report!"

"All good. Immediately dispatch Domyoji's current location. Those who can, immediately go to the scene and secure Yamata with the highest priority."

If Yamata can be held down now, it will still be in time. On the contrary, if she misses this opportunity, it will be a problem.

The location data was sent to the PDA with the signal of the incoming call. Be careful and unfold. Don't let them go far.

"Hurry. Don't let them escape!"

Issuing this order over the intercom link, Awashima started running towards Domyoji.

Immediately after that, the sound of a storm blowing in the background echoed.

When she turned around, she could see a large column of flames spilling over the height of the buildings. Unintentionally awesome. It must be the Red King.

Unorthodox exercise of great "power." Destruction and devastation that infects people. It's an unforgivable show for "Scepter 4," which is dedicated to the beauty of "complete order."

"Damn…"

She has to hurry. It was when she thought and tried to run again.

A blue light flashed overhead.

"Hey?"

"Eh?" She looked up at the sky with wide eyes.

A blue shooting star crossed, as if erasing the height of the building. The bright blue crystals, large and small, are superbly dispersed and coiled in a spiral.

At the top was a young man in a blue uniform and a blue aura.

The young man twists vividly in the air, one might think that a geometric barrier has been erected all over the sky. He landed sideways on a huge sign on the roof of a building that was about to collide.

As it is, this time it slides into the outer wall of the building, and falls to the ground.

While flipping the hem of the uniform, he lands on the street without a problem.

It was Munakata.

Awashima found herself dumbfounded. However, she regained consciousness quickly and tried to run in a hurry.

Wham!

Munakata slammed his left fist against the wall behind him without turning around.

"What the hell is wrong with that man?"

At that moment, Awashima forgot her current mission, position, and situation, and opened her eyes and lips like a normal college student.

But that is not unreasonable. Except for this once, Awashima Seri had never seen Munakata Reisi furious before.

Silence lies between them. After a moment,

"Captain?"

Awashima calls Munakata.

Her tone was not that of an aide to the organization leader addressing her superior officer, nor was it that of a vassal speaking to a beloved king. If a comparison was made, she sounded like a surprised but mature girl beyond her years, speaking to a boy in her class who threw an unexpected childish tantrum.

Munakata released his fist and slowly lowered his arm.

"Excuse me. I was distraught."

Then, he gently repositioned his eyes and placed the sword that was still in the sheath at his waist. His voice and demeanor had already fully returned to Munakata's calm and collected demeanor.

…No.

There was a slight feeling of discomfort. On the surface, it's been completely repaired, but it comes from beneath the disguised courtesy of outrage on the inside.

He did not feel that the "King who was a perfect wall" had collapsed. Instead, it is as if the wax from the hard arms is about to emerge...

"Awashima-kun. What is your situation here?"

"......"

"Awashima-kun?"

"Ah, yes! There was a report that they just found Daichi Yamata! Currently, the fourth platoon is chasing him. Other members are also running towards the scene. However, the first and second platoons found the members. of "Homura" and they are facing them. This is a melee battle!"

In a hurry, she corrects her posture and reports the situation. Munakata looked strictly.

"Okay. Then, I'll go there too. Once Yamata Daichi is captured, call the 1st and 2nd Platoons and retreat. We will resolve this quickly."

"Um..."

Awashima didn't know if she could ask, but she couldn't help but confirm.

"What about Suoh Mikoto?"

She was prepared to be yelled at, but Munakata no longer collapsed at all. He has a cold look like a block of ice.

"There is no change in strategy. The Mobile Swordsman Division should continue to focus on securing Daichi Yamata. I will retain that man."

++++++++++

Kusanagi couldn't help but click her tongue at the pillar of flames rising there.

Of course, it was probably very large. For some time now, the vibrations of the "power" that it emanated were often transmitted to this distant place. In other words, it is proof that Suoh is still fighting.

The problem is the other part.

"Please, Mikoto."

Please just "there" make it different. As he wished it, Kusanagi knew it would be an empty sentence. After all, from Kusanagi's point of view, he's colliding with "Scepter 4" in front of him.

First of all, there are countless opponents who can fight Suoh, they can still fight.

"Uoooooh! Mikoto-san is amazing!"

In the middle of a fierce battle, Yata screams with joy when he sees a pillar of fire piercing the skies. Fushimi quickly turned towards the opponents, but the members of “Scepter 4” were also looking up at the sky and holding their breath.

"Damn. What the hell is going on?"

Suoh began to wield "power" shortly after Kusanagi and his colleagues resumed the fight with "Scepter 4."

For Kusanagi, the battle ahead is just a glimpse of the power of the new "Scepter 4". As soon as he learned that Suoh had started fighting, he ran over there and changed his policy to determine the situation.

However, the unit in front of them is quite tough.

Of course, Yata and Fushimi are unexpectedly heating up, and there is also the aspect that the situation cannot continue like this. But more than that, the enemy forces are tenacious and veteran.

Yata and Fushimi are overwhelming in individual battles. The abilities of the two captains there appear to be close to those of the two, but there was still a distinct "power" difference between the two.

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mollymauk-teafleak · 5 years ago

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I will love you if I never see you again (chapter two)

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Chapters: 1, 2

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It had been four hours, not even half a day, and Juno was already losing his mind.

He had called in sick at the crack of dawn, unsure of what else to do or what he was going to say when that excuse ran thin, putting the phone down sharply on Rita’s protestations that Mistah Steel never voluntarily called in sick. As often happened when he talked with- or rather shouted at- Rita, he immediately regretted being so sharp and so curt, the second it was too late to take the words back. It just always seemed like he couldn’t control himself in the moment, like someone else, much angrier and snappier, took the reins when he opened his mouth.

Which didn’t bode well for his new job.

He walked away from his comms and stared balefully at the tiny, wrinkled peanut of a baby lying in the middle of his hastily cleared and aired out bed. How such a loud and relentless noise could come from something so small, he didn’t have the faintest idea but she’d been going at it since the ten seconds after Nureyev had walked out of the door.

Not that Juno could blame her. He would scream his head off too, if he’d been abandoned in some stinking, cramped little apartment with a stranger with a scowl like his own. He understood why but good god, it was getting painful.

Every time he made an attempt to soothe her, picking her up or talking to her, she’d just rev like a little engine and the screaming would kick up in pitch until Juno was wincing and fighting the urge to clap his hands over his ears. He’d tried everything he could think of, even zipped open the bag Nureyev had left and pulled out the cloth cat he’d talked about. He had to admit it was cute, the compound eyes done in little sequins and everything.

And when he’d held it out in front of Bianca, she had kicked it out of his hand furiously and sent it across the room.

Juno sighed, feeling a headache root itself in the very base of his brain, “Are you hungry? Is that it?”

She gave no answer but to ball up her little fists against her face, now red as the planet she was trapped on. Juno was getting apprehensive, that colour couldn’t be good to maintain for an extended period of time. Would she just burst if she kept on like that? What would he tell Nureyev then, when he came back?

If he came back.

That thought had gnawed at his brain stem since he’d seen this new, exhausted version of Nureyev with his hair growing a little too long and the shadows under his eyes. He tried to marry it up with the Nureyev he’d known, the man with the sleek, predator’s smile and poise and the heart underneath it all and he couldn’t make a man who would do something like this. Like any of this, having a kid, protecting them, upending the life he curated so carefully for something out of his control.

And if that was true, what did it mean? Had Juno set himself up as neatly as he’d done for Rex Glass? What if Nureyev had no intention of ever coming back?

He didn’t know this new Nureyev, with the broken heart and the tired eyes. He couldn’t say what he wanted, what his plan was. If he acted only in his own self interest, what was he trying to achieve by leaving him with this squalling little noise maker that had been cursed with half Steel DNA?

A hundred different anxieties sat in the pit of his stomach and clawed at it’s walls, making him feel sick and intensifying his headache. He couldn’t puzzle it out, like a mass of string that grew more complicated as a tugged at it.

Groaning, he tugged at his curls and said, “Fine. Food. Let’s try that.”

Making a bottle was far more complicated than he ever could have imagined, especially with Bianca balanced in one arm and screaming. He had to wrestle with the tub of formula to get it open then was greeted with a nauseating burst of artificial milk smell when it finally popped open, as well as a large amount in his hair and his good eye. It had to be measured out just right, he had to wash his hands, he had to boil the kettle then leave it for a full half hour, all while tiny little fists flew and a tiny little tantrum raged. Finally he had gotten it stirred all together, ran it under the water to cool it, even splattered some on his wrist to see if it was too hot like people did on streams.

He was proud of himself for five seconds until he sat back down on his bed, trying to angle Bianca so he could feed her. She made an indignant chirp sound as he tipped her, suddenly finding herself staring up at him. She seemed to ignore the bottle in her face, spluttering like a struggling engine, just looking at Juno. There was a moment of pause there, like they were both holding their breath as near identical pairs of eyes seemed to see each other for the first time.

And then her foot connected with the bottle and the top joints of his fingers where it hurt the most, sending it out of his grip and into his lap, where the top burst off and soaked him in lukewarm formula.

“Okay!” Juno burst out, startling them both. He jumped up, setting her down firmly on the covers, frustration making his cheeks burn, “Look, I know you’re in a strange place with a strange lady and you don’t get what’s going on but there is no need to make it this difficult! This sucks for me just as much as it does for you and it’s only going to get worse if you insist on being such a little mons-”

Juno stopped himself, sucking the word back in like a vacuum had opened up in his throat. But another voice finished it for him, a voice he’d expected to have grown hazier in his mind with the years between the last time he’d heard it and now. But no, it stayed sharp and clear as ever, like it lived on in a dark corner of himself.

And god, it terrified him.

He took a deep breath, tugging his hair, trying to keep himself grounded. It was a fight he was quickly losing until he realised that the room had become quiet. Quiet in a way it hadn’t been in for four hours.

Bianca wasn’t crying. She was looking at him, her little chest heaving like she might start again any second. Her round cheeks were wet and her fists pulled tight to her chest, fingers working nervously.

She needed him. She didn’t like it, he didn’t like it but it didn’t make it any less true. And Juno found himself looking at the exact same choice Sarah Steel had faced, one he had never wanted to have land in his lap.

He could fall apart and let down this tiny little person who was depending on him. Or he could not.

Juno had seen the consequences that one of those paths lead to, he lived with it’s scars every day of his life. And he couldn’t bear to take that road himself. It would be hard. He might still fail with every new step. He may well be doomed to tip and fall to the other side, it might be written into every cell of his body.

But even if it was, he could still fight it with a clenched jaw and split knuckles. And damn it, he was going to.

Sighing, Juno crossed over to his wardrobe and kicked away his now soaked sweatpants, exchanging them for his only other pair, the ones that were from his slightly slimmer HCPD days but would suffice. Then he came back over and picked up Bianca, carrying her back to the kitchen.

The steps were easier to follow this time, now he’d done them once. Wash the hands, pick up a fresh, sterilised bottle, two scoops of powder, fill with cooled boiled water up to the line. Test it on his wrist.

While he waited, he looked down at Bianca and regarded her, really looked at her. He couldn’t think of her as his daughter, not yet, that would be asking too much too soon. But he could see the resemblance even with one eye. She had his skin colour, his eyes, even the grumpy set to his face.

Suddenly, he was certain Nureyev would come back. She clearly missed him so much, what would there be to miss if he hadn’t given her love from the moment she was born? He’d meant every word he’d said about how precious she was to him, even if Juno couldn’t make sense of it with the man he’d known Nureyev to be. Why he’d made the choice he’d made, how he had come to shift his whole motivation, his entire driving force to include her, Juno didn’t know and maybe he’d lost the right to know. But it was what it was and he’d made a promise.

“Listen,” he eventually said, voice raspy with the lack of sleep, “I know it’s Nureyev you want. I know you miss him. But he can’t be here right now so you’ve got me instead. And...well, I’m no one’s first choice, never am. But I’m gonna try, kiddo. Alright?”

Bianca just blinked, opening her mouth for the nib of the bottle when Juno tipped it towards her, latching on quickly and feeding greedily.

“Alright,” Juno nodded, with a grim satisfaction.

One step taken.

“HCPD, Captain Khan speaking, how can I help, citizen?”

“Oh good, Khan, it’s you. I really didn’t think McCluskey was going to put me through after he chewed me out for ten whole minutes…”

“Wha...Steel? What the hell have you gotten yourself into now? What the hell could be worth giving me another goddamn aneurysm?”

“Little rude, Khan, I could be calling to report a crime for all you know.”

“Oh, you usually are, Steel. You just don’t realise you are and that you’re turning yourself in.”

“You’ve never been able to make any of those charges stick and you know it...but I’m really not calling about that, I’m calling to do some...research. For a case.”

“What do I look like, a library?”

“For crying out loud, I thought you guys were supposed to help citizens. Look, it won’t take five seconds, I just need to know if there’s anything you can do to get a baby to sleep through the night.”

“If...Steel, what in the hell is this case you’re working?”

“Not important! I just need an answer and well...you got kids, right? I thought you might know?”

“...Steel, you are by far the strangest individual I have ever had the misfortune to-”

“Khan, do you have an answer or not? This case is...time sensitive.”

“Well...I mean, lots of different people have different ideas on the subject. But I’d say the main concern is two fold, establishing a firm routine and then teaching the kid to self soothe. Kids love a schedule, y’know, helps them get into the rhythm of things. Same time every day, dinner then bath then tuck in. And put them in the crib when they’re drowsy but not fully asleep, that way they learn they call fall asleep on their own. The wife had to be very firm with me on that one, I can tell you, just too tempting to let them fall asleep in your arms-”

“Okay, that all sounds great. Thanks, uh, Captain. This will be very useful for my...my case.”

“I still don’t see what kind of case this could possibly be useful for, Steel…”

“Oh and wouldn’t you know it, that’s my client awake...um, I mean, calling. Got to go, Captain, thanks again!”

“Is that...crying?”

Juno had to remind himself he wasn’t getting any less sleep than he had before. But there was something about the fractured, broken glass snatches of sleep he was getting versus the low, barely awake fog he’d existed in before that was just leaving him feeling more drained than he ever had. Maybe it was the waking up to screams he couldn’t decipher, a loud and angry puzzle he couldn’t solve, rather than to a silent apartment and silent ghosts.

But there had been some small wins in the last three days. If he wanted to be optimistic, something Juno only was in his most desperate moments, he would say those wins were getting closer together.

He’d managed to wash Bianca’s dirty onesies in the sink with newly purchased detergent so she’d have clean ones to wear, rather than just burning through the pile of new ones she’d been left with. He’d bought a steriliser for her bottles and had actually set it up without anything exploding. He’d gotten her to accept the cloth cat, rather than brutalising it when he suspected she probably wanted to aim those tiny fists with their incredibly sharp nails at him.

And just now he’d managed to change her diaper without getting them both in a worse mess at the end than when they’d begun. He was actually starting to anticipate when she would try to roll off the table, able to snag her before she could.

Juno set her down on her blanket in the middle of the room, “Right...stay there and try not to be gross for five seconds. I just got the stains out of that little suit you’re wearing.”

Bianca answered as she usually did, with an indignant burble and a scowl she seemed to be perfecting. She was clearly still confused and bitter that he wasn’t Nureyev and Juno couldn’t exactly blame her. It was probably for the best that she saw him as a temporary annoyance.

“I’m gonna go get Kitty, you stay there and don’t roll anywhere or pull anything down or barf on anything,” he instructed as firmly as he could, pointing at her for emphasis like that was going to make any difference.

Bianca replied exactly as he’d expected, which was to stare at him like he was an idiot. It was eerily similar to Nureyev’s.

Kitty was where they’d been left, in the moses basket Bianca slept in beside the bed. Juno tried to imagine it in the corner of whatever hotel room Nureyev was staying in on whatever complicated and history book worthy scheme he was pulling, under whatever elaborate, flowery name he’d constructed. At least he’d found someone to see the stars with.

He snatched up the toy, holding it awkwardly by the poison stinger, admonishing himself for thinking about stupid stuff when Bianca could be losing his security deposit and pissing off his landlord in any number of inventive ways.

Which was when he heard the door open. And his heart leapt into his throat.

He flung himself out of the bedroom, hand groping for a blaster he hadn’t been wearing for three days and couldn’t even use, other hand forming a fist, ready to just throw himself at whatever threat had just walked through the door if he couldn’t shoot it dead.

Fortunately, a second before he could do that, he heard her voice.

“Well, hello there! Who might you be, little bean?”

Juno’s shoulder slammed painfully into the doorframe as he skidded to a halt, all his momentum and panic turning into a rush of air that sounded vaguely like, “Rita?”

“Mistah Steel!” Sure enough, his secretary was standing in his living room, peering curiously at Bianca, though she’d turned to give him her kilowatt grin as he’d entered, “Where’d you get this cutie from?”

“Rita,” Juno managed a clearer though no less stunned attempt at her name, “What are you doing here at this hour, it’s…” he realised then he didn’t actually know what time it was.

“I’m here cos you aint been in the office for three days!” Rita exploded, a worry she’d clearly been distracted from by Bianca flooding back into her expression, “You called in sick the first time but then you didn’t answer any of my calls and I thought maybe you’d dropped your comms in the toilet again cos it was never right after that first time when the screen went all wibbly…”

“Rita,” Juno groaned, slumping against the doorway. A lot of conversations with his secretary turned into just repeating her name to punctuate her long, rambly monologues until she clicked on that he was trying to talk to her. It was like paying a toll to cross a bridge.

“But, Boss, my goodness but you haven’t answered my question! Why on Mars is there a baby on your living room floor?”

Juno scrambled for a lie, he hadn’t decided yet what he’d tell anyone if they asked about Bianca. He hadn’t been anticipating having to tell anyone, really. He had no friends after all and he didn’t have the kind of face that invited casual conversation in the street.

And he’d never been any good at lying to Rita. Which is why he avoided telling her anything she wouldn’t want to know.

“I’m...I’m watching her for a friend, while they’re out of town,” he eventually coughed up, “Just for a little while.”

Rita turned back to her, studying her face. Her face, so similar to the one looking at her nervously, minus thirty eight years and an eye.

Eventually she grinned, “Well, I can see why ya offered to watch her. She’s a real cute little madam.”

Juno gave a rough, strained smile. That was why he never lied to Rita. She always believed him without question.

“But, Mistah Steel, I gotta say, this apartment is not set up for babysitting duty! You could’ve called me, cleaning this place is a two person job for sure. Probably six or seven. But we’ll work with what we got.”

“Oh, Rita, no,” Juno groaned, “You don’t have to do that…”

“Well, with all due respect, were you gonna look after her all by your lonesome? When you...well, forgive me for saying so, Boss, but when you forget to look after yourself sometimes?”

Juno flinched, “I’ve been doing fine!”

“I mean...sure, Boss,” Rita ducked her eyes and he saw just how much her owlish glasses magnified them when they slipped down her nose, “But...I mean, as long as I’m here, I could maybe stick around? Sure has been lonely at the office without you. I promise I won’t clean nothin’ if that upsets you...”

Juno closed his eye and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose where he could already feel a tightness brewing, “I wasn’t trying to...yeah, fine. Hang around if you want to but no later than...I still don’t know what time it is…”

“It’s six in the afternoon, Mistah Steel.”

“Right. Well, no later than eight, Bianca has to have a bath before bed. I’m trying to get her into a routine.”

“Bianca?” Rita’s face lit up, her hair frizzing out the way it always did when she was excited, like the emotion was an actual electric current running through her body right to her dyed purple tips, “That’s such a sweet name!”

Juno winced internally. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that, given her a fake name or something. But it was Rita, after all. Nureyev didn’t have a Rita.

So Juno just crashed onto the sofa and watched as she made cooing noises to Bianca, earning smiles and interested looks that he hadn’t managed to earn with three days of feeding her and changing her diapers. It was enough to make his lip turn down on one side. She’d never made those happy bubbling noises for him or stretched her hands out to be picked up by him.

As he said. It was probably for the best.

After a while, he felt his eyelid growing heavy and things started to turn fuzzy around the edges, a yawn pulling at the edges of his mouth that he refused to let go. He folded his arms across his chest, leaning back against the broken springs that had somehow become misshapen enough to hold him with some comfort.

“Rita…” he mumbled, voice turning vague.

“Don’t you worry about a thing, Mistah Steel, me and Bee Bee will have a good time, you get some shut eye.”

Juno tried to say something, maybe to protest that it wasn’t her name or maybe to tell her that the stuffed cat on the floor was her favourite, but whether he managed before he fell asleep, he couldn’t have said.

Juno had been thinking a lot about what Rita had said, when she’d asked him if he’d really thought he’d be able to do this on his own, in a voice like he’d been a complete idiot. Because with a week gone since he’d been involuntarily paired up with Rita, he was realising that she was right.

She came over every day now, to walk Bianca’s silly little cloth cat across the back of the sofa and put on elaborate pantomimes with the other parts being filled by her toys with lower billing and, when the cast grew thin, Juno’s shoes. Juno himself would scowl at any parts offered to him and sleep on the side of the stage. Or else, pretend to sleep while keeping his eye half open so he could follow the story. He found making bottles and doing laundry were far easier when he could use both his hands and he wasn’t sleep deprived and, yes, it was nicer to have time and brain space to actually make proper food for himself rather than eating take out all the time. And, well, if he accidentally made too much and Rita was there and they ended up eating at the same time at the same table while Bianca napped in her moses basket then, well...that was nice too.

But sometimes he would find a bitter taste on his tongue and find a thought in his mind to accompany it.

Nureyev had none of this.

He’d done everything on his own and presumably, in another few weeks, he would come back and take her away and continue to do it all on his own.

Tonight though, Rita was visiting Franny who’d apparently had a fall or maybe it was her birthday, Juno could never follow any story about that woman. And Bianca was clearly realising that she wasn’t getting any entertainment or cuddles that night, given how she was fussing and kicking her little legs and getting that grumpy look that Juno used to think was his own but he’d definitely seen that expression on Nureyev’s face many times. Definitely after Juno bounced the balled up doodle of a cat off his nose.

Juno sighed and regarded her, chewing on her fist and cycling her little legs in the air, lying on her back in the middle of the bed. Every attempt to lie her down in her own had resulted in a shriek. Even after a bottle, a bath as full of bubbles as Juno could make it and one of the stories Nureyev had packed for her, she was wide eyed and full of subdued fury as ever.

“Well,” Juno frowned at her, mimicking her expression just to amuse himself, “We can’t sit around and gripe all night, can we?”

Bianca seemed to agree for once, grabbing her ankles and attempting to put those in her mouth as well.

“Yeah,” Juno rolled his eye, folding his arms, “How about a walk then? If you really won’t let go of any of that energy.”

He’d realised a long time ago that walking without purpose through the streets helped him to settle his mind when he felt it getting out of control. It had been Ben’s suggestion, back when they were teenagers, that if he tired out his legs then his brain might follow suit. Well, his brother’s actual suggestion had been to dance his feelings away but he’d made it clear what he’d thought of that. Walking had been a compromise.

Some of his best case cracking ideas had come about when he was marching along some no name street of Hyperion city, alarming the passers by when he would suddenly flap his hands and jump and punch the air in his eureka moment.

And it had occurred to him that Bianca might feel the same, not that she had any cases to solve apart from why things stopped existing when they weren’t in her field of vision.

She seemed to like the motion if nothing else, as Juno buttoned his coat around her just in case she got cold and set off into the evening just starting to tip into twilight. He didn’t set off with any particular destination, he never did, that was a one way ticket to undoing everything he was trying to accomplish with the walk. Once you decided you were trying to get somewhere, then things got tricky. One foot in front of the other was so much simpler.

It was a nice night, all things considered. The dome overhead was catching the sunset in a pretty way, the electric veins of it highlighted in the gold of it so it all looked like a fancy jewelled hair net an Earth socialite would wear. The tops of the palms were dusted in it too, making the leaves shine all glossy, and even the tops of the buildings looked sharp and striking, like cut outs of black paper against the watercolour sky. Things could be beautiful in Hyperion, if you cracked your neck far enough back.

There weren’t too many cars out, there weren’t too many people airing grievances on the sidewalk. There weren’t too many reasons to not want to be here. A pretty good night.

Until he realised where his feet were taking him.

Bianca shifted against his chest at the sound of the birds. This was the only place in Hyperion city where you could hear birds in the trees and see the boughs of the palms bend with nests and find feathers on the ground to pick up and realise they were always softer and had more colours in them than you’d remembered.

The gates were just up ahead, black iron stark against the sunset so the words Halcyon Park stood out bold and bringing memories he’d rather forget, memories of other nights like this. Warm, golden nights that had seemed endless and beautiful and had ended up meaning less than dirt.

That was one thing Juno hated more than anything else. It wasn’t just the bad memories, it was the way they poisoned even the good ones, their roots cracking through the few sweet moments of his childhood and reminding him of the horrors that had been just around the corner that he’d never seen coming. In the end, the good memories hurt all the more.

Everything in Juno told him to turn around. But Bianca was poking her head out of his coat, looking around with wide, curious eyes, at the sounds of the birds maybe or the scent of the flowers that grew in thick, crowded rows along the stone paved paths. Maybe she’d never seen anything like this before? It seemed cruel to give her a glimpse of it now and then take her away.

And besides, she’d pitch a fit if he turned back for home now.

So, resigned, he walked into Halcyon Park, turning Bianca around so she could blink and burble at everything they passed, seeming more content than she had all day. Everything in the park centred around the fountain so that was where they ended up, hearing the soft whisper of the water before they saw it. Juno sat heavily down on one of the light wood benches, styled after the old parks of Earth, the ones that now only existed in picture books like Bianca’s, with their well dressed people in long dresses and tall hats and fresh air.

It didn’t take him long to realise he was sitting exactly where Sarah would sit, while he and Benzaiten would run rings around each other, more often than not tumbling into the fountain itself and getting soaked. And sometimes he would look up, through his dripping curls and see her staring off into space, like the two of them weren’t even there. And sometimes he would see her watching them with such intensity and an emotion he’d been too young to name and couldn’t remember now. And he would never be sure which he preferred.

Bianca had been watching the falling water devotedly, awed by how it split the fading sunlight and sparkled as if a handful of stars were tumbling from the darkening sky into the fountain like pennies for good luck. But now she yawned, resting her head on Juno’s chest, putting all of her weight against him.

Juno looked down. He hadn’t held her like this since she’d arrived, just cradling her because he could. Whenever he’d picked her up before it was always to move her from place to place or to balance her awkwardly while he put a bottle together as hastily as he could to stop her shrieking. He couldn’t remember just holding her for its own sake, feeling her warmth and weight and her little heart beat going like a hummingbird against his own.

And he knew why he hadn’t.

But now he was, Bianca had settled into it so easily, almost as if she’d been waiting for it, crying for it since she’d arrived and not understanding why he hadn’t listened. She was resting against him and patting her little starfish hand against his chest softly, nodding off to the sound of the birds and the smell of the flowers and whisper of the water and the rhythm of his heartbeat. Eventually she reached one of those hands up and patted around his ear, maybe looking for a golden cuff earring. Instead her fingers found the curls of his hair, where they were tighter and closer around the arch of his ear. Almost immediately she fastened on, stroking and petting and grasping where it had been getting longer than he was used to. And she fell asleep, content. So easily, she pillowed her head in the comfort that Juno was there. She trusted him.

Juno realised he was crying just in time to wipe away the tears that were sliding down one side of his face, catching them before they dripped onto Bianca’s head. And he felt like he could name the emotion he’d seen in Sarah’s eyes on those broken, golden nights of his childhood.

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sashatrr · 5 years ago

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Breathe with me. Chapter 18

I know it`s been a long time and i apologize for a long pause between chapters. Special thanks to my reader who motivated me to finish this chapter. Appereantly i really needed it.

I was struggling with this chapter because i realize that my English is far from perfect and no matter how hard i try, i just hate how bad it comes out.

I tried my best to edit it but well... that`s what came out.

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I will try to post chapters more regulary now.

Chapter 17 here

-Every girl dreams to grow up and turn from an ugly duckling into a beautiful swan. To lose a glass slipper and not fall asleep on a pea, and most importantly, to meet that prince on a white horse, on Mercedes or a yacht. To fall in love at first sight, to live her happily ever after. And then… he buys her a penthouse and makes her his mistress.

Lina already regretted her decision to invite Nicci today. Her sarcasm wasn't helping, especially today, the day when Liam left and Lina had no idea when and if he will return. But she didn't want to turn into whiney creature whose life is rotating around a man. Her life was here, in New York, thousands of kilometers away from him and she had to get it back on tracks.

-So what are you going to do now? - Nicci asked. - Enjoy doing nothing?

Lina shook her head and pointed at laptop she was using before Nicci came.

-I was just checking vacancies. I will start sending resumes tomorrow morning.

-Why tomorrow? Do it now and tomorrow you can join me for a day in spa. You need to relax before to break into business world. Who knows what might happen. Oh my gosh! What if your boss will be a hottie and what's more important, single? You know, opposite of what you have now?Like a guy who is actually worth spending your time on. You know, like Thom whom you dumped for that married sleaze?

-Nicci!-Lina frowned visibly annoyed with her speech. - Liam is not a sleaze! He is just… - Lina was struggling to find words and to defend her relationships. Anything she would say will sound as a poor excuse for an ugly reality.

-Yeah, I know. He is a great guy who just happened to get married one day and to fuck you a very next day. I bet he has a girl like you in every country, damn, maybe even in every city he ever visited. To bad he can't have harem, it would solve all his problems. - Nicci giggled.

-Enough! - Lina raised her voice but was interrupted by a buzz of her phone. She glanced on the screen and answered with with a cheery voice.

-Aunty! I am so glad you called. Sorry I was absent for awhile but I missed you.

After exchanging pleasantries she flew out of her seat with somewhat panicked expression.

-Uhm, no I am not at home but I will be there in thirty minutes. Off course I'll be happy to see you. OK, see you then.

Nicci shook her head disapprovingly.

-Now what? Are you going to lie to a woman who raised you?

Lina blushed, she knew that she was in the wrong here but how could she explain everything that happened to her aunt? Seeing a married man, living in the place he got for them, quitting her job? No, that wasn't an option.

-Not like I have a choice - she snapped at Nicci. - Could you, please, be more supportive?

-I am being supportive, just not in the way you want me to be. - Nicci replied without any sarcasm which was really a rare exception. - I am trying to support you by not letting you to drown in the ocean of lies that you are forming now. Remember that truth always comes out. The more you will lie now the worse consequences you will face when it happens, Lina. Your aunt will know everything sooner or later so you might as well tell her everything now and to avoid breaking her heart in the future.

After Nicci left, Lina was thinking about what she said and before to leave for meeting her aunt, she decided that Nicci was right. She didn't want to turn her life into web of lies, it was already complicated as it is. She wasn't going to hide what's happening to her from her closest ones.

***

A week flew by very fast for Liam, filled with work and meetings. He was calling Lina almost every day and every time after finishing a call he felt that she is being distant. He didn't want to think that she is reconsidering their relationships so he brushed that feeling off every time. He had enough on his plate and his insecurities won't do him any good he thought.

Must be my tiredness. Off course it is. Talking on the phone is different than actually talking to each other, I am imagining things.

He didn't see Madeleine much, only over a dinner.

It was a night before they had to leave for Switzerland. After a dinner him, Regina and Madeleine were slowly sipping their drinks in blue salon. Regina broke the silence.

-We have two matters to discuss, Liam.

Liam nodded waiting for her to continue.

-First is, now once you are back from your honeymoon, it's time for me to move into the small palace as tradition requires. Secondly, when are you planning Madeleine's coronation?

Regina's voice was dry with a shadow of sadness in it. After many happy years in the palace it was her time to leave the memories behind and pass her role to the new Queen. Even tho Madeleine was her niece, it still was difficult for Regina. This would mean that the happiest chapter of her life was really over and it's a time to turn over a page. Regina wouldn't miss being a Queen, she had her time to enjoy the power and greatness, but she will miss living in the place where every corner was reminding her of Constantine.

-Take your time, Regina. You don't have to rush it. I will make sure that the other palace is ready.

Liam was avoiding any talks about Madeleine's coronation but it had to be done sooner or later.

Madeleine kept quiet while Liam and Regina were discussing Regina's plans about moving. She had only one shot at this and after how honeymoon ended, she didn't intend to annoy Liam. She would rather to pretend that she took his warning, rather violent and rude one.

I need to find his weakness, I have to find a leverage to make him give me what's rightfully mine now. I won't press a matter of coronation right now, he will have to arrange it sooner or later but he must do it because of Regina and all country are expecting it, not because I pressed it. I should pick my fights from now on, better not to annoy him until I have a weapon.

Noticing how quite Madeleine was during a dinner and that she didn't participate in conversation at all, Regina tried to involve Madeleine into conversation about coronation and Liam left two women to it, pleased with Madeleine's behavior so far. It looked to him like she heard his warning and won't give him any troubles.

I could live with this Madeleine. It's like she is not even here and she better keeps it this way. Now if she gives me a heir or two soon enough, we won't have to see each other at all.

Liam didn't even notice how fast his thoughts changed. If once he was dreaming about having his own family and kids, now he didn't call a child anything else but a heir even in his mind.

Next morning, upon landing in EuroAirport Basel Mulhouse Freiburg, Liam and Madeleine quickly arrived to the clinic that was closed for weekend but was bursting with activity inside as a few staff members, who knew about royal couple appointment, greeted them and followed a royal couple into doctors room.

Due to patients importance, beside the leading specialist of the clinic, a chief was also present in the room. After exchanging greetings and a few smiles, Dr. Zimmermann got to the point of appointment and looked at Madeleine expectantly . He thought that it will be a regular health check before conceiving a baby but he couldn't imagine why they had to come all the way to Switzerland for it. Surely the royal family had their own doctors for it.

Not waiting for Madeleine to say anything, Liam took a matter into his own hands to a great surprise of both, doctor and a chief.

-Dr. Zimmermann, first of all I want to thank you for agreeing to meet with us on such a short notice and during a weekend. - Liam gave doctor a grateful nod that doctor accepted with a smile. - I am counting on you and your wonderful staff to keep this appointment and future ones in secret. - Liam addressed those words to chief.

-I am assuring you that there won't be any leaks on our side-chief replied. - Beside me and doctor Zimmermann there are only two nurses here right now and both can be trusted. I promise you that everything will stay within those walls.

-Due to the reasons I would like to remain unsaid, me and her Majesty picked your clinic for In vitro fertilization.-Liam finished.

Doctor did not expect that but quickly brushed off a thousand question on his mind as why would newlyweds require such procedure.

-Off course, Sir. We can make all necessary tests this weekend and if everything is fine with both of you, we can perform a procedure next Saturday.

Monday afternoon Lina just went through her first job interview in a long time. It went well, or at least Lina hoped so. The entire experience felt different from her previous failures. In the past, the more rejections she went through, the more desperate she became. Maybe that's why she gave up and stuck with waitress gig. This time she had a safety net and she felt much more confident. She wasn't the only candidate for this position and she really wanted to get this job but during the interview she was calm and collected.

Liam hasn't called her for a few days and it worried her a bit but she didn't want to call or text him. What if his wife would be near him and see her name on display? Or anyone else. No, she didn't want to land him in troubles. It was just top of the iceberg, one of many minuses of being with married man, so she thought. She needed this job for her future and even more importantly, it would maybe revive her self respect that suffered significant damage.

From the corner of her eye Lina noticed Mara, who always was not far, and winced. She still couldn't understand why did she have to put up with this woman's presence in her life.

This needs to change, I can't have her following me if I am going to keep living my life. She can't follow me to my workplace, if i'll ever get this job. No, Lina, think positively. Not if but when.

She waved Mara to come closer and smiled friendly. Whatever she liked Mara's presence in her life or not, it wasn't Maria's fault so Lina decided to remain friendly and polite with her.

-Mara, you can go home or… well, do whatever you like. I… - Lina stopped herself before she would start explaining herself to Mara.

No, not going to happen. Nope. Na-ah. I am not reporting to her where I am going or who am I spending my time with. If Liam needs to spy on someone, he has a wife for it. He can spy on her for all I care, Mara's talents are wasted on me.

-But madam… - Mara began but Lina didn't let her finish.

-No buts, Mara. I've never been to Cordonia and I have no idea how does it work there but here, in America, if the person tells you that she doesn't want to be followed, you leave them alone. Stalking is illegal in this country.- Lina was feeling like rebellious child for some reason but the longer she spent without Liam, the more she realized that everything was over the top and he will have to compromise. It was an absurd situation. She might have agreed to it after spending such a long period of time with Liam, influenced by atmosphere of wealth and luxury that followed him everywhere but now it seemed ridiculous.

Mara didn't really have a good reply to it and after a short goodbye disappeared from the view.

Pleased with herself, Lina made a phone call that she was postponing for a long time. She dialed a number and almost right away he picked up the phone.

-Hello, Thomas…

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Monday night Liam was finishing getting dressed for a Masquerade, first event of social season. He still had a time before he would have to head to the ballroom. Guests were still arriving and Royal couple had to enter once all the guests would gather.

He picked up his phone intending to call Lina. He couldn't stop thinking about her for entire weekend that him and Madeleine spent in Switzerland, but he didn't call her then. What if she asked where he was or what was he doing? He wouldn't know how to explain her WHAT exactly he was doing in Switzerland. Liam knew that he shouldn't think like that, he shouldn't think that he owes her anything, any explanation or report about his real life, but it felt wrong. He had no idea how she will accept the news about Madeleine's future pregnancy but Lina had to know that their relationships are separated from his "real" life, as he called his life outside of their relationships.

Before he could dial the number, he heard knock on the door and put the phone away. He walked to the living room and called to come in to whoever was behind the damn door.

Drake and Maxwell entered his living room.

He greeted both his friends and three of them sat comfortably in the chairs.

-Just came for drinks before this damned ball. - Drake rubbed his neck clearly feeling irritated with something. - You are always hiding the best whiskey here.

Liam filled three glasses and handed drinks to Maxwell and Drake.

-I didn't think that you would be here tonight. - Liam addressed Drake. - Is your heart warming up to the court?

Drake rolled his eyes and took a sip of his whiskey, savoring the taste before to reply.

-Not in this life, Liam, maybe in next one tho. I am here because I hoped that we could talk. I haven't seen you at all after honeymoon . So confess, on the scale from one to ten, how awful was it?

- I would say a… - Liam paused dramatically, looking from Drake to Maxwell and back. - ten. - he finished and took a sip of his own drink.

-I said from one to ten, Liam, not to thousand.- Drake smirked ironically.

- I heard you but I stand by my words. - Liam smirked back.

-Impossible, unless you spent a month in alcoholic coma. I can't imagine any other way to tolerate your dear wife for so long… one to one… isolated on the island. - Drake's body jerked exaggeratedly, demonstrating the deepness of his "love" to Madeleine.

- You are right, Drake - Liam smiled happily. - I didn't feel like sacrisfating my health for it. Surely so much alcohol would make my life significantly shorter than I expect to live. That's why I wasn't on that island.

Silence hang in the room as two pairs of shocked eyes stared at Liam.

-Well, are you going to tell us? - Maxwell broke the silence. - You are the master of dramatic pauses, Liam, i swear. You must teach me your ways sometime. I never look so mysterious like you do right now.

-Well there might be New York, Europe and Maldives being involved. - Liam replied looking at Drake and Maxwell expectantly. He was wondering if they will figure it out now.

-A New York you say… - Drake said with suspicion in his voice. He put his glass away and laughed loudly. - Don't tell me that you ditched blonde iceberg and spent your honeymoon with Lina because I won't believe you. - Drake said once he was able to stop laughing. - That's to good to be true.

When Liam didn't answer and only smiled happily again, Drake busted into laughter.

-Wait, what? Were you with Lina all this time? - Maxwell asked and his mouth opened in shock. - Like with my Linny?

-I believe that she is my Linny now. - Liam smiled softly.

Their conversation was interrupted with knock on the door. After Liam called for them to come in, the door opened and Madeleine entered a room. All three men stood up from the chairs. Despite how each of them felt about Madeleine, nobody canceled an etiquette and protocol and external decency were honored.

-Good evening, Madeleine.-Liam greeted her while both Drake and Maxwell bowed slightly to the Queen .

-Your Majesty - both man said in unison.

-Good evening - Madeleine acknowledged Drake and Maxwell's presence with a slight nod. - It's time, Liam. All guests have arrived.

-With your permission- Maxwell headed to the door but Drake couldn't help himself and smirked at Madeleine on his way to the door.

A few hours later, when the ball was in a full swing, Liam finally managed to extract himself from conversation and, before he would have to dance with Madeleine again, pretending to enjoy her company as expected of him, headed to the terrace.

-Make sure that nobody follows me. - he said to one of his guards who shut the terrace door behind Liam and stood outside making sure that Liam will have his privacy.

Finally Liam dialed Lina's number but was directed straight to voicemail. He tried again with the same result. He frowned and dialed Mara's number this time.

-Mara. - he said shortly after she answered the call. - I can't reach Lina for some reason. Could you go to her and ask to turn her phone on please?

-No, Sire. - he heard reply. - She is… we aren't in the same building, Sire.

-And where is she? Why aren't you with her? - Liam in disapproval pressed his lips together.

-I can't tell that, Sire.

-Pardon me? - Liam wasn't sure if he heard her right.

-You gave me an order not to spy on her, Sire, and not to report to you about Miss whereabouts. - Mara replied embarrassed .

-Right. - Liam said angrily.- Thanks and have a good night… day I mean.

Liam slammed his hand on marble railing and returned to the ballroom.

Suddenly the evening lost its charm for Liam. Yes, yes, yes, he never was a possessive type, he knew that he shouldn't get jealous or pissed whenever Lina left her New York penthouse, that she had her life and all that but he didn't give a damn for one second about what he wasn't supposed to feel right now. He was irrational but he didn't care.

Way to go. I am becoming a caveman. I can't lock her in that place, can I? Too damn bad we aren't living in medieval times. I bet that Louis Fourteen didn't have to deal with such nonsense. Wait, he didn't live in Medieval.

But before Liam could master a plan of how to revive traditions of blessed Louis Era and ensure that women will have to obey men once again, at least one particular woman, he was approached by Drake, Maxwell and Rashad with yet another stunning woman hanging on his arm who was introduced to Liam as Yvette.

A company of friends spent a few minutes in a pleasant conversation until Maxwell invited Yvette for a round of waltz.

-Did you find a factory that produces beauties, Rashad? - Drake asked suspiciously.

-Almost. - Rashad snorted violating an etiquette. - I am receiving a monthly copy of a Pink Book.- he exclaimed like it was explaining everything but his words were met with confused looks of both, Drake and Liam. - Don't tell me that you two don't receive it.

-Where do I subscribe? - Drake asked. - Don't tell me that you are fishing for women in the library.

Even Liam looked intrigued.

-God, no. Some model agencies, not the famous ones off course, have Pink Books. A book of their models who would gladly spend a night with a man that has access to this service. Off course not everyone receive a copy. It's a closely guarded secret that everyone know about. - Rashad explained with a smirk.

-Does that mean that she… - Drake nodded in direction of the dance floor but was interrupted.

-No, it doesn't. I don't pay women for that, Drake. It's just a business deal that benefits both sides. I have a fabulous escort that won't demand me to take any obligations and they receive good money and a chance to raise their fame attending exclusive events like this one. But yes, would you want it, I believe that certain arrangement can be reached. - Rashad finished with a smirk.

Liam didn't show much interest in the topic. For him it was just a curious information. He was back to his thoughts again and was nodding automatically to Rashad without paying attention at what's being said anymore.

-I could include you to the list of patrons if you wish, Liam.

A nod.

-Off course I will be delivering a book directly to you so don't worry about anonymity.

Rashad's words were met with another nod and to everyone's pleasure men parted ways.

Hana was standing behind the column listening closely to their conversation.

So he wants that book. I knew it. Madeleine doesn't satisfy him, he is already looking elsewhere. Hmmm, I can use it. I don't know how yet but I am feeling that this is my chance. To foggy but I'll figure something out.

Next chapter

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mrs-pissoff · 5 years ago

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Your eyes (part 2)

Part 1 here

Pairing: Reader (she/her) x Thane Krios

Disclaimer: I don’t own Mass Effect or its characters.

A/N: This will be a long one. I’m just verbose and love a slower burn. I have no idea how long this story will end up being, but hopefully I can finish it before my muse dies. I can tell she’s getting tired already.

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She retreated to her room hastily after the encounter, and if she wasn't feeling sleepless before, now she was definitely sure she wasn't going to get even a minute of restful sleep. It was all so surreal and his words rang in her mind endlessly.

You intrigue me.

Sitting down onto her bed a heavy sight escaped her lips. She wanted to understand why Thane of all people would say something like this, and to her. Someone who was less than kind to him. He didn’t seem to be the kind of man who’d say such things easily. The thought of him messing with her did cross her mind, but he surely has much better things to do than to get back at her in such a juvenile manner.

The need to remember and analyze her interactions with the drell overwhelmed her. She must have missed something that led to this moment. Surely she has.

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The last time they spoke was a few weeks ago, when he got word of what his son was about to do. The mission only required Shepard and Thane in the end, plus the cooperation of Captain Bailey and C-Sec, but she was still around while they gathered information on Kolyat's target and the person who ordered the hit. She was patiently listening from the sidelines, waiting for the pair to finish talking to Mouse.

She knew very little of Thane and his life. She never bothered to ask. ‘Assassins are not very complicated’, she thought. Meet contact, acquire target, fulfill contract by murder. Easy enough for someone who has the stomach to kill just about anyone regardless of their moral standing. Apparently, Thane was one such man and somehow that didn't make him appear in a more favorable light at all. Of course she was missing many of the pieces here. For example she never knew he had a son until yesterday. Someone was forgiving enough to love a man who kills without distinction if he's told to do so. The world was truly strange.

In hindsight her words seem awfully skewed now. Shepard had told her a few things about him since then, not that she cared to know any of it previously. It may have been better not to learn those things, but it was probably an attempt at trying to diffuse the situation by making her understand Thane's point of view a bit more. Not that it needed diffusing in the first place, it would never deteriorate further. She was done with that conversation, and with him. He was part of the team, and as such had to be tolerated, but that was the extent to what she could do for him. Nevertheless, Shepard, ever the peacekeeper, was relentless and in the end she learned certain things about him. Like how he was raised by the hanar and trained as an assassin from a young age, and how this was pretty much all he knew of the world around him. Seemed like an awfully meaningless life to her, having others make all the decisions for you as if you lacked free will, and being used as a tool. According to Shepard, Thane even referred to himself as such. It's hard to believe that anyone would think of living such a life as great honor. Senseless, all of it. Willingly giving away children to be trained as assassins, stripping them of the opportunity of a healthy and happy childhood. A fate like that can lead to no fully functional adult and Thane is a prime example of that. Life scars us all in different ways.

She knows these things now, but back then, at that moment when she first snapped at him, she didn't. These major differences in their culture flew right by her head and she never bothered to look deeper into why exactly Thane would do the things he had done. Perhaps it wouldn't have mattered anyway. Just because she knows, doesn't mean she has to accept it as well. It's just easier to understand now. But that day? That day when he admitted to abandoning his own son, who was now about to ruin his own life, Thane just looked like a dying coward with a filthy conscience, ready to save face. A man hopelessly scrambling to lighten his soul before the end. She thought his reasons were selfish and wanted to let him know how much of a hypocrite he was, how he failed to calculate the consequences of his negligence which culminated in this unfortunate situation. For the first time since joining the Normandy crew, she abandoned her cautious and reserved manner and let her words flow freely without filter. Words that were meant to tear at him. And she didn’t even understand why.

Shepard had just told him it was not his fault, and like a saint, he said he had to hold himself accountable. That was the last push, she couldn't stay silent any longer.

"How hypocritical of you. Leaving your son behind only to return now. Must have been one long journey finding that backbone." Her voice was low but bitter. She didn't want passersby to notice the conversation, but she wanted him to hear every word. Of course she wouldn't support his son's decision, but it was clear to her now where it was coming from. They never mentioned the possible motive during the debriefing on the shuttle, for good reason it seems.

"He faces a dark path." That much was evident, she wasn't debating it.

"If only he had a good example to follow, huh?" She felt her mood sink further as she faced him, and her tone mirrored that clearly. It was dripping with venom. And Shepard of all people told him just a few seconds ago how it wasn't his fault. There was no one left who was more at fault than Thane. No one.

"I left to protect him. To make sure that he would never be pursued by the people who killed his mother." A sound argument at first glance, but severely flawed at the second. At least he seemed to think it was the right choice, as his answer held a hint of resistance.

"You leaving isn't the biggest and only problem. It's the fact you never returned until now." Her jaw was clenched now and her eyes fixed on the male. His gaze was distant, almost as if a thick mist was obscuring his view. Perhaps she caught him off guard but his silence only angered her more and not waiting for a reply, she continued.

"Has it ever occurred to you that your son would have a different idea of why you left? Have you even stopped to think how it must have felt to him to lose not only a mother, but a father as well? Have you put so little faith in him that you've never considered returning to explain everything to him? You were fine leaving him in the dark all these years, but now that he's doing the only thing he can to understand you better, you decide to return!" Her voice was louder by the end than she would've liked, and she took a deep breath to calm herself. There was no need to draw too much attention to themselves. She wasn't even sure why she felt so affected, both Thane and his son were strangers to her. She couldn't even attach a face to the latter, as she's never met him. But here she was, getting worked up over something that wasn't even her concern.

She took one more breath and glanced at Shepard, half-expecting the Commander to step in and say something in Thane's favor like before. Instead she met Shepard's surprised eyes as they darted cautiously between Thane and her. There would be no fighting, no, Shepard didn't need to worry about that, but she would still bury Thane with her words. "It's almost as if the only reason you're here now is to clear your conscience."

"I wanted him to choose a different future, away from all the suffering I've caused. For him to live a better life than what I could have given him." His voice was almost too quiet to hear, his tone somber and remorseful. Her eyes met his once more.

"And so you decided to cause more suffering by leaving and never returning? So he could only guess why you left? Maybe even feel unwanted or responsible for it? You never gave him the chance to understand your reasons, you never asked him what he wanted and what would have made him happy. You weren't even there when he needed you the most! You hid like a gutless coward instead and would have died knowing that you were unworthy of being called a father!" There was little keeping her volume in check now as she hissed the last words, running out of breath as she finished.

The few concerned glances of the people around them made her snap out of her frenzy. Suddenly she felt more self-conscious than before. She glanced around uneasily before turning back to Thane one last time, careful not to be too loud this time.

"It may not be obvious to you, but it's certainly not rocket science either. Your son may have accidentally found the only way to successfully draw your attention to himself. Just think about how sad this is. Had he not decided to go through with this, you'd have never come here at all. It may not be his end goal to meet you, but I'm sure he hopes to gain an understanding of you at least. For his sake, I hope you can intervene in time and provide him solace. He deserved better."

There was nothing else she could or wanted to say. She felt drained of nearly all emotion, save for a drop of guilt. She didn't even know what she felt guilty for, it was certainly not for Thane. No. You reap what you sow, right? Right. She felt somewhat sorry for Shepard for having to witness this conversation, sure, but that wasn't it either. Perhaps it was the fact that she'd never shown so much of herself so publicly. A selfish reason, but who wants to make a fool of themselves in front of a crowd? Especially knowing how this whole issue had nothing to do with her. If only she managed to take her own advice and mind her business and stew about it alone, when no one was looking. She needed to leave. And right now. She looked up at Shepard, almost begging the Commander with her eyes to break the deafening silence and thankfully, Shepard delivered.

"Come on, we're wasting time. Let's go back to Bailey."

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She spent the rest of the time sitting on a bench not too far from Bailey's office where Shepard and Thane conducted their impromptu interrogation. The waiting was killing her, sitting alone and overthinking her previous outburst wasn't proving very productive. She needed to sleep, or cry, or both. Anything to purge her system.

The pained expression of Thane also haunted her more than she'd like to admit. The man made many mistakes, and paid for most of them. Now it was a possibility that he'd lose the only thing left that he may have held dear to his heart. It really wasn't her place to lash out at him. Of course Shepard's coddling of him also rubbed her the wrong way, for more reasons than one. So, so selfish. The thought of ruining an innocent child's hopes and future still sent her fuming though. Why are children always the ones who have to suffer the most? It was never fair, never. They'd have to carry the burden, be molded by it and grow up with it. If they were lucky, they'd become healthy adults who'll know better than to inflict the same on their own children. If not, then regardless of the reason, they could be tempted to follow a bad example, like Kolyat.

She snapped out of her thoughts when she saw Shepard return, Thane and another drell, his son, being escorted behind her by Bailey and his men. She didn't even realize they moved on from the interrogation. Just how much time has passed?

Thane and Kolyat were led into a separate room, while Shepard and Bailey discussed whatever happened and may come next. She breathed a sigh of relief as her eyes met Shepard's. They were all alive and seemingly well at the very least.

Bailey and the Commander continued talking for what seemed like an agonizingly long time before Shepard joined her. She spoke before the Commander could.

"Reunited at last. Did it go well?"

"Better than expected. We arrived before Kolyat could fulfill the contract. Bailey offered to provide a room for the two of them to catch up and... sort things out. They've been in there for a while now, we'll leave once they're done."

She listened but was somehow still distracted by how easily Shepard could solve problems. Attempted assassination, finding a ship that was lost a decade ago and saving its surviving crew, infiltrating a known criminal's home to steal something, and the list goes on and on. It never ceased to amaze her how Shepard managed to succeed at nearly everything. No wonder people put so much hope into them. But the Hero of the Citadel was still just one soldier and no matter how solid someone is under fire, the pressure of defeating yet another great threat, possibly relating to the reapers, could break anyone regardless of strength, training or experience. It's hard to believe she was a skeptic first.

Time sure proved her wrong.

Realizing that she's been staring blankly out of her head without acknowledging what was said, she nodded. "That's good, they probably have a lot to talk about. And Thane must have a lot of explaining to do." She regretted saying that immediately, fearing that Shepard may misunderstand it. She didn't mean any harm with this statement, not this time at least.

Luckily, before any more could be said, Bailey waved the two of them over, signaling that the family reunion has just ended. They could get ready to leave now. At last.

A silent shuttle ride later they arrived back to the Normandy and departed the Citadel.

The day finally ended, and not a moment too soon.

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I contemplated posting this, I’m not very happy with it, but I don’t know how to rewrite it. Oh well :/

Also, I’m very passionate about parents fucking up their own children (my personal experience is probably coloring my perception on this topic) and it bothered me how we can’t really call Thane out on his shit. I wish we could.

#mass effect #mass effect 2 #Thane Krios #fanfic

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soraegeeks · 5 years ago

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Review: Fire in the Mountains

Fire in the Mountains by EllaBesmirched (El_Bell) AU: Fantasy Main relationships: Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shouto; Katsuki and his multiple spouses Status: Completed Rating: Explicit

Official summary:

“I’ll do it.”

Enji froze, fingers curling into a fist at his side, and didn’t turn around.

Shouto froze too, feeling his own eyes widen in shock at the words that had come out of his mouth, at the fact that he had actually stood up, followed his father out of the room, and dashed after him all just to say… he’d do it? He would do it? Him. Shouto Todoroki. He would--

Enji finally turned around and fixed Shouto with an expression so scathing, Shouto had to fight to keep his chin raised. “You’ll marry the Barbarian King.”

Shouto blinked. “Yes.”

I came across this story earlier in the year and almost didn’t give it a chance because it centered around TodoBaku. I am so glad that I did though. It is so well written and captivating.

The setting is a marriage for diplomatic ties. Shouto is a 20-year-old prince of the Endeavor kingdom and Katsuki is the 28-year-old King of the Outlands’ unified tribes. Shouto volunteers to go in his sister Fuyumi’s place as Katsuki’s spouse. He’s worried about what the “barbarian” would do to her in general and afraid that she couldn’t carry out their father’s spy mission. Because ya know why would Enji ever NOT be a conniving asshole?!

Shouto A recurring theme is that Shouto doesn’t understand why the Outlanders’ customs are so different from his. He was raised to live his life in such a regimented way that it confuses and stresses him out to lose the predictability.

He doesn’t like people in his space and doesn’t like to be touched. A defense mechanism from his childhood that is constantly tested because the Outlanders are a VERY touchy feely people. It’s hard for Shouto and the Outlanders to understand this difference and Shouto snaps a lot early in the story.

Something I love about this story, though, is that it is a story of Shouto’s personal growth. He learns to open up to people, that he’s worth more than his father ever allowed, that he’s worthy of love and friendships and that it’s ok to be FREE.

Shouto & Katsuki When Shouto first meets Kastuki he THINKS that Katsuki is just like his father, evil and cruel. Immediately, the barbarians threw him for a loop when Katsuki flew in on an effing DRAGON and then they all get excited when Shouto loses his shit and lashes out with his magic. Over time he realizes that Katsuki just pretends to be cruel but is a caring man.

Shouto discovers that he is Katsuki’s FOURTH spouse and the others (Kirishima, Mina and Denki) he married for love and not political gain. Shouto struggles to figure out how to fit in when he feels no love for Katsuki and has to live in a shared room with everyone. Katsuki treats him with kind acts but Shouto is so convinced that he’s being conniving. He’s never known a kind act without a trick at the end and very few pure kind acts.

It’s interesting contrasting Shouto’s “civilized” world and the barbarians’. The way Katsuki twists Shouto’s thoughts on his head:

The Outlanders celebrate loudly because life is hard and the only thing they have is to be grateful for live;

Their clothing is actually more convenient than the Flatlanders’;

Shouto was taught to not acknowledge servants and not thank them. Katsuki calls him and his people out, “you’ve got pretty formal clothes and your pretty, stupid fucking ceremony and you all use it to cover up how fucking rude and cold and condesending you are.” DAMN! Shouto had never heard it expressed that way.

Shouto and Katsuki spend a lot of time together early in the story antagonizing each other. They both expect the worst and then live up to it. Little by little, though, they start revealing their true selves:

Shouto’s welcoming celebration. Shouto challenges Katsuki to fight him. Shouto gets so enraged because he thinks he hates Katsuki and gets a chance to go all out with his magic like he’s never been able to before. He knows that Katsuki can take it and doesn’t hold back. Katsuki learns that Shouto isn’t some pretty pretty little princess and Katsuki leaves a great quote that describes Shouto, “thought you were spoiled but you were really just caged, huh?” Shouto earns Katsuki’s respect in the end and maybe Katsuki gets a little of Shouto’s;

The fight against Dabi and Tomura. Shouto is badly injured while still recovering from injuries from the previous fight and new injuries. He instinctively protects Kiri with his life. After the fight Katsuki antagonizes Shouto to keep him moving during their hour long trek to Katsuki’s home village for help;

Katsuki repeatedly tells Shouto that he doesn’t have to do anything that he doesn’t want to and never forces himself on Shouto;

The Winter Solstice celebration. Katsuki surprised Shouto with an Outlander version of a stuffed sweet potato treat that Shouto had mentioned in passing. And they danced. Oh did they dance and maybe Shouto became a little aroused. Oh;

The nickname “Princess”. Katsuki starts off calling Shouto “Princess” as an insult but it soon becomes an affectionate nickname.

And the two of them letting down their walls a bit when Katsuki asks Shouto to use his ice magic for fun by making an ice slide. “You want me to. Use my magic. To make you an enormous. Toy.”

Katsuki and Shouto hide their feelings for each other and finally admit everything when faced with Enji coming to take Shouto back home. Enji’s ass with his deceptions and manipulating plans. Shouto doesn’t want to leave and knows that he loves Katsuki. He’s angry with himself for waiting so long, for waiting until they may be separated and never see each other again. But Katsuki finds a way. He keeps Shouto in the kingdom, even conceding some in the new treaty to keep Shouto by his side.

Family & Relationships Running parallel is the fuckshit mess that is the Todoroki family. Touya (in this fic Dabi is the eldest Todoroki son) was executed for trying to kill their mother. He was brought back by a necromancer. Natsuo and Fuyumi were just trying to fulfill their roles as royal children and keep their mother safe. Queen Rei is locked up in a tower due to her mental illness and there are suspicions that it was unnaturally caused. And then we have Enji’s ass throwing his weight around everywhere as is he was the rightful ruler. How could Shouto NOT be emotionally stunted when Enji kept him locked up as a tool?! All he was was something “pretty” for the nobility to look at and try to take advantage of. Sigh.

Touya, as Dabi now, remembers some of his past and keeps hinting at a family secret involving their mother but Shouto can’t figure it out. It torments him to see his brother like this. His brother that he WITNESSED being burned alive 10 years prior. Again, how did Shouto make it to 20 with his sanity intact??!!!

And here’s where we get to the complicated part. Are you with me? Good. Like I mentioned before, Katsuki has four spouses. He fiercely loves and protects them. The first three sleep with Katsuki and sometimes play with each other and the others. Shouto absolutely loses his mind the moment he finds out. Shouto knows nothing about intimacy so he really thinks they’re all faking it and it takes him a while to realize that there’s really love there. And then he starts hearing sounds at night. He’s disgusted and a little turned on and he doesn’t understand why. His puritanical upbringing clouds his mind and makes him feel so guilty for his thoughts. He’s barely touched himself, let alone had fantasies. He’s so uncomfortable even talking about sex. Each of the spouses tries to help Shouto break out of his shell. They gave him thoughtful wedding gifts and tried to engage him in one-on-one conversation.

Kiri is such a loving and generous soul. Oh, did I forget to mention that he’s actually a dragon who can take human form?! Yeah. So anyway, he took Shouto on an outing to an old dragon’s nest where they talked, ate and kissed a little. They had a discussion about love and intimacy and it opened Shouto’s mind to the fact that there are many types/levels of “love.” Mina for her part can’t understand why Shouto isn’t interested in sex and not with Katsuki of all people. And Denki is just a FLIRT! Taking advantage of how “pretty” Shouto looked at the Winter Solstice celebration and giving Shouto his first kiss.

But there is a hole in the family. Everyone dances around it at the beginning of the story. After visiting Katsuki’s home village, though, we learn that the hole was left by Izuku. Katsuki and Izuku used to be together in the early days but something tore them apart. Katsuki has so much animosity towards him it’s scary. There’s so much bad blood but also longing. And Shouto has an interesting reaction. With Katsuki, he was wary and slowly realized that Katsuki’s savageness just did something to him deep in his core that Shouto wanted to pretend wasn't true. But with Izuku, his inherent gentleness made Shouto want to be near him and let him in. It’s a heartbreaking situation because Izuku misses Katsuki and he sees that Katsuki is falling for Shouto. At the same time Izuku feels something for Shouto but doesn’t want to make things worse with Katsuki. It all comes to a head after Shouto and Katsuki’s joining ceremony when they ALL admit to having feelings for each other and it’s off to the races, kids! Cause Izuku’s gentle giant persona QUICKLY fades in bed and Katsuki easily falls back into his submissive role that only Izuku had seen before. Inexperienced Shouto is in for the ride of his life. That second to the last chapter in the story was HOT!! All aboard the TodoBakuDeku train. LOL Shouto “needed them both. Izuku to ground him. Katsuki to make him bold.”

The storyline with the necromancer (hello League of Villains) is interesting. But of course we don’t know WHY and WHAT is the group’s motive. We end the story with a cliffhanger of the fall of the Endeavor kingdom but what’s the end goal??!!! And why did Tomura keep mentioning to Katsuki that it wasn’t time for him, yet? So many questions and so little answers!!!! I’m so glad that the story is continued in “Fire in the Blood” that delves more into the aftermath of the displacement of the Todoroki family and Shouto’s continued personal growth.

#todobaku #tdbk #mha #bnha #So Rae Geeks Reviews #fic: Fire in the Mountains #EllaBesmirched #fanfic review

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mydarlingklaus · 6 years ago

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Road Trip, part 2: The many adventures of Klaus Mikaelson and his family...

Part 1 can be found here!

They had only been on the road for an hour and half and Klaus was already prepared to fling himself out of the car window.

Alaric occupied the driver's seat, drumming his fingers annoyingly on the steering wheel to the pop song blaring from the radio. The twins and Hope sat impatiently in the backseat trying not to die of boredom and discomfort from being squished together. Hope sat in between the sisters, which probably wasn't the smartest idea now that she thought about it.

Family trips were not under Klaus's list of expertise. Never had he experienced something like this in his 1000 years of existing. All he had for a family his whole life were his siblings and was always on the run and when they weren't running they were displaying the toxic traits of their complicated relationship.

It wasn't till Hope that Klaus began a family of his own, the family he's always longed for. Then Caroline and the twins entered his life completed it.

With him living in New Orleans and his family in Mystic Falls, Klaus took every opportunity he could to see them. He never planned on his first family road trip to be spent with the most annoying human he's ever come across.

"Dad when you said you wanted to rent a 'hip van' for the trip, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind." Lizzie complained leaning her head against the window glass.

Alaric looked at his daughter in the rear view mirror with a raised eyebrow. "Hey, I'll have you know this van is very retro."

"It's a gas-guzzling atrocity on wheels." She scoffed, making the hybrid softly laugh in his seat.

He huffed. "Look, it was the best six seater I could find on a last minute request. Be appreciative we were able to get anything at all."

Klaus shrugged. "You can't blame the girl for having taste, mate."

"Thank you." Lizzie beamed at Klaus's comment.

Alaric rolled his eyes, not looking forward to dealing with this 'dynamic duo' for a week.

"All right, I brought snacks!" Hope announced opening the variety bag of treats (blood bags for Klaus) Caroline encouraged her to bring.

"Oh joy, did you pack them before or after you decided to sneak your way onto our trip?" Lizzie sassed, flashing her a fake smile.

"You really thought I was going to miss out on an opportunity to go to Miami?" Hope laughed.

Lizzie shrugged her shoulders. "I would've thought you rather spend the break canoodling with your hipster boyfriend."

Hope's cheeks flare into a blush the same time Klaus instantly turned his head staring at her questionably.

"Boyfriend?" Klaus questioned with a raised brow.

Gulp.

"Umm yeah dad. Remember I told you about Landon and how he really wants to meet you." The witch hesitantly reminded earning a glare from Klaus.

No secret Klaus wasn't a fan of the girls dating, even with Caroline's reassurance that it was normal for teenage girls to date and basically ignored it as much as he could but they didn't make it easy o him. The amount of times Caroline had to talk him down from flying to Mystic Falls and threatening every teenager at the school was a chore in itself.

"Ah that's right, the loner new student who doesn't even know if he's supernatural. That Liam?" Klaus mocked.

"Landon." Hope corrected. "And he's not a loner dad."

"Sounds about right to me." Lizzie sang staring aimlessly out the window.

Hope quickly shifted her attention to the blonde witch who was insistent on getting under her skin.

"By the way in case you've forgotten, which I'm sure you have because for once something isn't about you, I was invited here."

"An invitation you could've easily declined."

"Why would I do that?"

"How should I know the motives behind your twisted reasonings? Maybe you just wanted to ruin yet another Saltzman-Forbes spring break." Lizzie suggested.

Hope scoffed. "When have I ever ruined a spring break?"

"How much time to do you have?" Lizzie retorted.

"Girls," Alaric thankfully interrupted. "We're gonna be in this classic automobile together for the next 12 hours, all right? So no more bickering." He said with the most genuine smile he could muster making Klaus's eyes roll.

Both girls huffed leaning back into their seats gazing out their windows.

Hope jumped in her seat when Lizzie abruptly punched her arm. Her eyes widened in confusion and anger.

"What the-"

"Punch buggy no returns." The blonde witch announced, turning her face towards Hope with a smug grin on her face.

Another 2 hours flew by in the blistering heat.

They stopped at a gas station for a bathroom break and to pump gas into the van. Klaus took advantage of some much needed alone time to call Caroline; updating her on the road trip shenanigans with the girls and how desperately any company would be better than Alaric and his horrific singing.

God he missed her. Just hearing her angelic voice and warm laugh through the phone was enough to melt his heart. Klaus couldn't understand why being away from Caroline was so hard this time considering how long they've been in a long distance relationship. This trip changed something in Klaus regarding their relationship and he struggled to figure what it was.

Not to mention Klaus took immense pleasure in Alaric's obvious annoyance eavesdropping on their phone call and overhearing Caroline express her love for the hybrid.

When back on the road, his irritation didn't cease especially when Alaric felt compelled to turn on the radio. He bobbed his head and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel while Iggy Azalea's "Fancy" blared into his ears.

Given that Klaus was an 1000 year old species, mainstream pop radio wasn't exactly in the forefront of his mind. The most knowledge he had of modern music was from the three teenagers blasting their playlists throughout his New Orleans home when they visited.

- 10 more hours to go...that's all...you got this.

He tried to convince himself, but the moment Aaron began singing along he could feel his fangs ready to drop.

Klaus looked behind him to the backseat, offering a sympathetic smile to his daughters to ease them as well as distract murderous tendencies.

"99 bottles of beer on the wall. 99 bottle of beer!" Alaric sang loudly, trying to orchestrate the girls to sing along. "Take one down and pass it around, 99 bottles-"

"Saltzman," Klaus calmly said now looking at the man in the driver's seat. "Let me be clear. I tolerate your existence for the sake of the three girls in the backseat and the woman I love but if you sing one more tune while we are stuck in this contraption, I will snap your neck mid-drive and throw your corpse out the car door like roadkill. Understand?" He threatened with a wicked grin.

Alaric noticeably gulped, clawing his throat and concentrating back on the road.

"Are we there yet?" Lizzie whined massaging her forehead irritably, completely unfazed by her father's life being threatened.

"How many times are you going ask?" Alaric grinned.

"Until we get there." She sassed amusing Klaus.

It fascinated him how much Lizzie reminded him of Caroline.

Alaric sighed. "Maybe if we didn't make so many stops we'd be there by now. Just enjoy the car ride in peace and, dare I say, quiet."

Lizzie simply rolled her eyes.

"Says the man who won't bloody shut up." Klaus added, earning a glare from Alaric.

"It would help if it wasn't 1000 degrees in here. I'm burning up." Hope complained fanning herself with her hand.

"That's what happens when too many people are caged into one area." Lizzie began. "Body heat really is the worst and could be deadly. If you want I can save all of us from suffering a heat stroke and throw you out head first." She smiled.

"Lizzie..." Klaus warned rubbing his forehead to sooth a migraine that would never come.

He was not cut out for this.

Hope's eyes widened. "Seriously?! What is wrong with you, and what happened to being nice?"

Lizzie laughed and shrugged.

She recalled the brief moment a couple of weeks ago when the blonde witch insisted she was going to do a character makeover and better herself. To be cordial and polite to everyone, even the youngest Mikaelson.

Clearly that notion didn't last.

"Over. Done. I'm getting back to me. I am who I am." She proudly claimed discreetly flipping one of her pigtails over her shoulder. "Right Josie?"

"Josie?" Lizzie repeated her twin's name is her when she didn't reply.

The brunette witch stuck in her own world, earbuds in her ears and blasting tunes to zone out the other girls' yelling. She stared out the window aimlessly bopping her head to her music, not realizing her sister trying to get her attention till she felt a hard tap on her arm.

She looked over at her sister with a blank expression and pulling one earbud out. "Sorry?"

Lizzie scoffed in offense. "Josie, you cannot leave me alone with just her as company." Muttering under her breath.

The brunette twin rolled her eyes. "As if I want to listen to you and Hope yelling at each other back and forth for the next few hours. I'll pass. Besides, I get carsick if I don't listen to music." She said putting her earphone back in.

Offended and stunned, Lizzie reached her hand out smacking her sister's arm and elbowing Hope in the process.

"Josie!"

"Hey-"

"Stop!"

All three girls began yelling and hitting each other in the confinement of the backseat. Hope somehow found herself in the middle of a sibling dispute and resulted getting the worse beating. Her annoyance only increased the more Lizzie unnecessarily kept shoving her to the side.

"Girls enough!" Klaus growled turning in his seat trying to break up the fight.

"Dad, she started it!" Hope complained, pointing at Lizzie who smacked her head one last time.

He sighed. "Who started it doesn't matter-"

"Of course you take her side, per usual." Hope said rolling her eyes.

Klaus scrunched his eyebrows. "Hope, stop. I'm not taking any sides."

"Really?" She laughed. "That's rich. She literally starts every confrontation and dispute but when you're in town she suffers no consequences for it. Face it dad, you wear rose colored glasses when it comes to Lizzie and everyone in this van knows it." The redhead bitterly pointed out.

A brief wind of awkwardness hovered over the scene as Klaus's eyes softened and jaw tightened.

"Green really is a hideous color on you." Lizzie snorted.

Hope growled, her amber colored eyes displayed as she lunged for the blonde with claws. Klaus thankfully managed to grab her arm and hold her back before she could cause any serious harm.

"Girls!" Alaric snapped looking through the rear view mirror as Hope sat back in her seat again. "Now this is just ridiculous how you're fighting and this has gone on long enough. We'll all be spending a whole week together so might as well get use to each others company. There's no reason to be tense or awkward towards each other so knock it off!"

"Fine. We'll knock it off when you two do." Lizzie retorted crossing her arms over her chest.

"Excuse me?" Klaus asked.

Lizzie tilted her head. "Please, you've been at each other's throats since we were kids, and Klaus I could practically feel how hard you're restraining from breaking my dad's neck."

Alaric raised a curious brow.

"And dad you practically seethe at the mouth whenever Klaus comes to visit, especially when around mom." Josie mentioned. "I thought this was going to be a nice family vacation, but then Hope was invited and mom had work and I knew everything was going to turn to a mess. Why did we even proceed to go on this trip if no one here is putting in the effort to get along?"

The two men exchanged quick glares as did the other two young girls.

Josie made a point.

Why did they all continue going on this trip together? This van was a huge tension fueled cocktail ready to ignite in any moment. The adults just as bad as the kids.

None of them realized how important Caroline's presence was, not just because she was deeply missed but she was the glue. She kept this family together and without her keeping everyone on equal ground, it was chaos.

Klaus has had his fair share of family disputes, but never has he felt guilty about it before. The hurt on Josie's face and disappointment in her eyes made him feel like the bad guy he's been striving not to be.

Nothing meant more to Klaus than his family. He wouldn't pretend to be a saint but for his girls he would be anything they need, and right now they needed him.

With a breathy sigh, Klaus turned again in his seat to face the frustrated brunette with an apologetic smile but he quickly frowned noticing her sudden sickly appearance.

"Josie, sweetheart are you okay?" He asked in a panic, causing Alaric to swiftly turn his head as well.

Her face was pale and she was hunched over in her seat.

Shaking her head, Josie closed her eyes and supported herself against the back of Klaus's chair.

"Umm, guys...I think- I think I'm gonna be sic-"

Before any further words could be said, Josie puked all over the backseat traumatizing Hope and Lizzie who were desperately clinging to the windows gasping for air.

“Seriously!” Lizzie screamed in complete distress and disgust.

Alaric multitasked, keeping 90% of his focus one he road while also yelling for Josie to aim her mouth to the bag. Klaus swiftly undid his seatbelt and held back her hair as she continued to vomit.

He was grateful the stench didn't bother him.

Klaus rubber her back and assured her she was fine before Alaric pulled the car over to the nearest city.

"You're gonna be okay, Jo." Alaric reassured after parking in a shopping center.

Hope and Lizzie practically jumped out the car, trying not to puke themselves from the smell.

Alaric looked behind his seat, consuming the view of the vicious hybrid being so delicate and caring towards his sick daughter. Klaus's hand still rubbing her back softly as Josie caught her breath.

It was a moving sight, but struck a cored of realization in Alaric.

Alaric caught himself daydreaming, pondering, about the situation and what Josie said in the car. His eyes fixated on the hybrid who was standing by the van on his phone. He knew Klaus was talking to Caroline, likely trying to talk her down from worrying over Josie.

He didn't even notice Lizzie calling him until a french fry was thrown in his face.

"What?" He blinked.

"You're not even listening to me." She huffed. "I asked when are we leaving?"

Alaric sighed. "After You're done with your food. You must be starving."

"True, I was a bit famished. Maybe Josie tossing her cookies all over Hope paid off after all." The blonde said matter-of-factly.

"Hey." Josie clearly offended.

Hope just rolled her eyes sipping on her drink.

Alaric chuckled, looking over at Klaus again who was still on the phone.

"I need to get something from the van. Stay here and finish your food, then we'll be back on the road okay?" He promised standing up from the bench.

The three girls nodded as they watched Alaric walk towards the vehicle. Hands in his pants pockets and pace hesitant the closer he got to Klaus.

"Sweetheart I assure you this wasn't the road trip I had in mind either. I take the insane bickering over holding my daughter's hair back so she can vomit into a plastic bag any day." Klaus joked.

Alaric overheard.

"Is that so? Then I guess lucky me I never had to worry about you and alcohol poisoning, your high school boyfriends must've had it rough." He teased into the phone. "Just so you know love, I'd hold your hair back whenever you need it." He genuinely claimed.

The other man softly grinned hearing the exchange between the lovers. Sometimes they were annoyingly cute, not even Alaric could deny it.

Caroline really did bring out Klaus's humanity without even trying.

Klaus's body tensed when he noticed Alaric was just very easy from him.

He cleared his throat turning into the car. "Sweetheart I have to go..." He laughed. "Yes, I promise to text you when we get back on the road, and yes Josie is fine love don't worry...and I you, my love." Klaus softly declared before ending the call.

"Caroline?" Alaric asked now in front of the van as well.

Klaus nodded. "I knew if I didn't call she'd get worried, and force me to sleep on the couch after finding out about Josie."

Alaric laughed standing next to Klaus. "That's Caroline. Always a worrier."

The hybrid leaned back against the vehicle, arms crossed and a small smirk teasing his lips.

Another wave of awkward silence hovered over them as they both leaned back gazing at the three girls sitting at the table across the way. They seemed to have actually been enjoying each other's company.

"Look, Klaus there's no secret how I feel about you and your relationship with my family..." Alaric spoke. "I know we both agreed to be cordial for the girls' sake but, easier said than done." He tried to joke but earned no expression from the other man.

He cleared his throat. "Given all me and you have been through even before the twins were thought of, can you blame me for being a bit put off?"

Klaus tilted his head curiously.

"You did horrendous things, unredeemable things. You killed people I cared about, the first woman I've ever loved, killed me and terrorized an entire town for your own pleasure. It's still difficult for me to accept that the same man who did all of that, is now a regular in my home, insanely loved by the mother of my children and worshipped by my own daughters."

The corner of Klaus's lips twitched.

"Well if we're being picky, you also killed me and attempted to throw my corpse at the bottom of the ocean so I guess we're even." Klaus teased, making them both briefly chuckle.

The mood slightly lighter as silence dominated again.

"I love her." Klaus said.

Alaric sighed heavily. "I know you do."

"I love the girls too."

Alaric softly grinned. "Yes, I know that as well."

"Then you should also know you're wrong, Saltzman." He faced him and stood tall. "You're wrong about me. I'm not that same man who blew into Mystic Falls over a decade ago. I don't deny my past or play innocent, I take responsibility for all I've done no question and have no regrets. You say I'm not redeemable and you wouldn't be the first but Caroline sees differently and she's the only opinion that matters. She took a chance on a broken man and gave me something to live for."

The other man carefully listened.

"You hate me, and I'm not particularly fond of you either so I won't hold it against you. But they are my family, and you will never take that away from me." Klaus said sharply.

"Now I'm no saint but I am good enough to care for and love Caroline and girls the way they deserve to be. Yes Mystic Falls is their current home but they also have a home in New Orleans and wherever else they see fit. Nothing is more important to me than their well-being and happiness. You know I would never hurt them, and their safety always comes first for me. Despite our differences I think that's something we can agree on."

Alaric pondered heavily as he nodded.

"I don't hate you, Klaus. You're not my favorite person in the world but I don't hate you." Alaric claimed. "It's just..."

He drifted off, unsure of making himself this vulnerable to Klaus was a wise decision. This was the closest the two have gotten to a heart to heart conversation since the girls were younger.

Sighing and nervously licking his lips Alaric continued. "Of course Hope adores you but the twins...the twins see you as Superman. You're who they confide in and are excited to see whether they're going to New Orleans or you come to Mystic Falls; they trust you. Especially Lizzie...she treats you like her rock. She talks to you more than she's ever talked to me I mean, seems like everyday she calls you about something you know? I get teenagers don't tell their parents everything but, I feel like I don't even know her anymore and when I try talking to her she turns me away or drops the subject completely but will confess everything to you." He blinked away the faint tears. "Not the best feeling in the world when Klaus Mikaelson knows more about my own daughter than I do."

Klaus's expression turned from smug to sympathetic in an instant. Though he knew Alaric would never be in his top 5 list of people he gives a shit about, he could empathize with his confession.

They've had this discussion before when the girls were little kids, but at the time it was Klaus who felt insecure. Though he didn't deny the victory he felt when the twins gravitated more towards him as they got older. He didn't want to go into detail about Lizzie's restrictions towards her father, figured that was something they needed to discuss together.

A part of Klaus ached to be petty and rub his bond with the twins in Ric's face but, his conscience in the voice of a certain blonde vampire advised him otherwise.

Pep talks were not in Klaus's list of expertise, only exception for the obvious people and Alaric was not under that category.

Dreading the inevitable, Klaus muttered a 'bloody hell' under his breath before replying.

"Your girls love you, all right? But they're not kids anymore. Of course they're not going to be crawling to your feet for everything but it doesn't meant they love you any less." Klaus explained. "Something I've learned with Hope is that the older children get the further from their parents they become and you should be grateful that Lizzie has someone you can trust by her side instead of a random lunatic."

Alaric raised his brows, bold for Klaus to make such an assumption and Klaus easily read his expression.

He sighed. "You might not want to or think you can but if nothing else, when it comes to them you can trust me Alaric. I would never do anything to harm the twins, and will only do right by them."

Against his initial judgment, Ric nodded to Klaus's claim.

He trusted Caroline and knew she would never allow anyone around their kids if she felt they'd be in danger.

Alaric snickered. "You know, you say you're not cut out for this dad stuff but you're better at it than me."

Klaus smirked. "Not sure if I should be flattered or terrified by that statement."

"Little of both." He shrugged.

"I suppose, you're not terrible at it yourself." Klaus muttered.

Klaus didn't face Alaric but the human could see the subtle smirk stretching the hybrid's lips.

The two men laughed together.

Both weren't sure if they'd ever completely be on even ground with each other, their history was too deeply rooted, but they did have a sense of respect for each other.

They exchanged respectable smiles and nods before noticing Lizzie storming towards them.

"If you two are done solidifying your little bromance, I would like to get back on the road as quickly as possible." The blonde suggested.

Both men raised their eyebrows curiously.

"In a rush?" Klaus teased.

"Yes actually. The quicker we get to Miami the quicker I can soak up the inviting sun instead of Hope's presence and my sister's vomit." She shot him a sarcastic smile before swinging the car door open and climbing in the backseat.

Alaric and Klaus both shook their heads chuckling, waiting for the other two girls to make their way over.

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karnivalkrew · 6 years ago

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Santa Cup is Coming to Town

Poof!

Clink!

As Junior and Puphead were sleeping, the chick heard these sounds, followed by whispering and hacking. With all the ruckus and coughing from nearby, a little chick began to stir and open his eyes. Santa came. And he fell right into his trap. “Puphead! Wake up!” Junior whispered, shaking the wooden boy next to him awake. Puphead slowly pushed himself up to a sitting position as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes with a sleepy yawn. “Santa’s in our grasp! Time to get ta work!” The chick snickered as he rubbed his feathery hands together.

The two hid around the corner to see a cloud of sooty smoke, as if someone were caught in a struggle, and heard whispers, as if two people were quietly arguing. “What da hay is goin’ on in dere?! Who is Santa talkin’ ta?” Puphead moved his fingers on either side of his face, trying to make it look like he had pointy ears. “Elves? Yeah, I guess maybe.”

As the smoke cleared, and the porcelain brothers were revealed to be the ones caught in Junior’s trap, Puphead and Junior were shocked to see that it hadn’t been Santa after all, yet they did have a blue-green bag of gifts with them. “What’re you two twit’s doin’ here?! You tryin’ ta steal our Christmas presents?! Is dat it?!” Junior accused, marching over to the brothers. “Wuh-oh.” “Busted!” Mugman turned his head to look at Junior. “N-no! You’ve got it all wrong, we--” “Ooh, my dad was right about yous two!! Just wait until I tell him! Then you’ll really be sorry!!” The chick took a deep breath as Puphead covered his ears, knowing that he would scream for Wally. “No, no, Junior wait!!” “Junior! Stop! We’re tryin’ ta help Santa!!” Junior paused at that. “Wuffor?” He toyed. “He, erm, hurt himself! He twisted his ankle on a piece of firewood sticking out by our chimney, and he can’t climb down chimneys no more! So we’re helping him in our Aeroplanes until he can climb again!” Cuphead lied. “Just let us out, we still got Isle Three ta do!!” “Uh huh...And why should I believe you?” Puphead tugged on Junior’s arm at his suspicion, fully believing the story. “What is it? You believe dis crap?” Puphead nodded, and pointed to the sack in the net that the brothers had. “What the toys dey stole?!” Puphead shook his head and pointed to the fireplace. Junior’s eyes widened. “I...Gosh Puphead, yer right! Dere’s no way they could have taken the gifts before setting off the trap!” “Junior, untie us, please! We need to hurry up and get started on Isle Three before morning comes!!” Mugman pleaded, looking at his watch. “It’s already almost 11:30! We only have 30 minutes to get the whole entire city!!” “What?” Junior questioned, already starting to open the net. “Ya think dat da whole city’s gonna just get up at midnight ta open presents?” “No...” Mugman answered, “but someone might!” "Man, you two really are dumb! Ain’ no one gonna get up at midnight ta open gifts, most people’ll be asleep still! I’d say dat the earliest kids are gon’ wake up is at least tree AM. Ya twits still gots time!” “Yeah, but not much! Do ya even know how many people live in th’big city?!” Cuphead pointed out.

Puphead grabbed both of Junior’s shoulders as the brothers were released, and looked at his friend with pleading eyes. Junior turned his head at the touch, and looked the puppet in the eyes for a few moments before he sighed. “Yer right. Tree ‘n a half hours ain’t enough time fer just th’ two ah yas ta cover the entire city.” Junior placed his hands on his hips and puffed up his chest. “But maybe da four of us can make it!” He proclaimed valiantly. “Hot dawg, you’ll really help, Junior?!” Mugman cried. “On one condition! Ya leave dat sack ‘ere fer me ta examine!” Junior negotiated. The only way Santa could do what he does is through magic. And all magic was was unexplained science. With that magic bag, he could reverse engineer it, and figure out how Santa covers so much ground in so little time. “Deal!” The brothers said. “I’ll get my nest! Puphead, yer with me!” Puphead jumped up and down excitedly.

With the presents unbagged and two new recruits by their side, the four Christmas heroes quickly flew into the city and began their work once again. Apartments, homes, and more, the children were quick to break in and leave their gifts and fill their stockings. Forkington Silverson, Tick and Tock Clocke, Sue Zanshwane, Toby J. Sodor, no house was missed, and no child was forgotten. Every name on the list was crossed out with each house, one by one, and little by little, each house was visited and gifted.

At first, Junior only had one motive for this. That magic bag. He needed to unlock Santa’s secrets, and that might just be the key he needed. But after a while, something changed. Junior loved to see all the different ways people decorated for Christmas, and each house had decorations that just made him happy. That was until he and Puphead would start to unload the gifts, and Junior would get jealous of how much bigger some gifts were compared to his. Often times, Puphead would have to push the chick back with his foot in order to keep his feathers off it.

As Puphead started unloading the gifts for one house, Junior started to help, until he shook one and could hear something wooden inside. “Wait a minute!” Junior held the gift close to his ear canal and shook again. “I think it’s a radio! I need dials fer my latest invention!” Junior turned the gift over in his hands and got ready to tear it open before Puphead grabbed his hands and stopped him. “What?” Puphead could only give him a look, and point to the tag on the present. “It ain’t mine? So what? What’ve dese people ever done fer us? Wes doin’ ‘em a favah, and they don’t even know it! It’s just one gift, they won’t even know it’s missin’!” Puphead gave Junior a huffy pout, and pointed to the dirty old ragdoll next to the plate of milk and cookies. “Dirty doll? So what?” Puphead pointed to the doll again, then to the military hat that hung on the wall with pride. Junior froze when he saw the hat. Dad was in the Great War... Always talked to Nana about how many times he’d see families torn apart on the battlefield, regardless of what day it was, when they thought he was asleep. Beside the hat was a photo of a soldier, with some sort of telegram message inside the picture frame. Junior didn’t need to read it to know what it said. He suddenly felt sick with guilt.

With a reluctant sigh, the chick set the present down underneath the tree, easing the pain of his guilt, as well as earning a pat on the shoulder from Puphead. “Who are you?” A little dog girl in a pink nightgown asked, peeking from behind the corner. “Are you taking our presents?” Puphead waved his arms ‘no,’ and Junior just stared, quickly thinking of how to answer her. “Nope. We just someah Santa’s helpers.” “Where’s Santa?” “Mainland. Since Inkwell’s so small, he just has a few folks like us delivering gifts.” “...I thought Santa had elves.” “Da elves make da toys, we just transport ‘em.” Junior lied, placing another gift under the tree. “Was dere somethin’ datchya needed? We’re only supposed ta come when yer sleepin’.” “Oh...um...I think I left my dolly when I was setting up the milk and cookies.” Junior felt bad for the kid. Probably didn’t even know that relative in the picture. The chick crawled over to the doll, grabbed it, then walked over to the little girl. “Here. Just get ta bed, so we can get back ta work. And tell no one ya saw us, okay?” The dog smiled as her tail wagged in her jammies behind her. She took the doll and nodded. “Okay. Thank you for what you do. I hope Santa makes sure your Christmas is as magical as you make everyone else’s!” Something about that just made Junior feel...happy. No, he wasn’t getting anything more than a magic bag out of this, but just seeing the little girl smile made him feel like he’d been praised for a great accomplishment. “Yeah, well, Merry Christmas, kid.” “Merry Christmas!” She whispered, and quietly dashed back upstairs with her doll.

Junior turned around and looked back at Puphead, who gave him a happy, yet smug look. “What? Don’ think much about it! I just wanted da twit outta our feathers! Get movin’ we gots work ta do!”

After what felt like hours of work, the four went back to the carnival and landed. “Junior, you guys got Nancy Nightingale?” “Yup!” “Cup, you went through every apartment in Sally Stageplay’s apartment complex!” “It wasn’t as complicated as the name made it sound!” Mugman snorted at that. “Anybody happen to get Logan Rhythm or Debbie Doll?” “I got Logan!” Cuphead exclaimed, raising his hand, “Puphead n’ I got Debbie!” Mugman crossed off two more names. “Guys! We did it! That’s everyone on Inkwell before two AM!” “Yahoo!!” Cuphead cheered as Puphead jumped in excitement. “Great. Merry Christmas.” Junior grumbled, trying not to appear as happy as he was feeling. “Puphead, ‘m tired, let’s go home!” Puphead nodded, and walked walked back to Wally’s house with Junior as he waved the brothers good night. “Merry Christmas Junior!” Mugman called. “Merry Christmas Puphead!”

As the two boys snuck past a sleeping Wally, they went back to the spot on the floor that they’d been sleeping on, and went back to sleep.

In the morning, Puphead suddenly shook Junior awake with an intense excitement. “What? What is it?!” Junior grumbled, trying to sleep in again. Puphead continued to shake and pull the blankets off his friend to try and wake him. “Pup, we already saw what was under there, what’s the point in--” Puphead suddenly pulled Junior to sit upright, and pointed to the room with all the presents. “What?!” Junior stood, rubbing his eyes as Puphead pulled him along. When they entered the Christmas room, the whole area had almost completely changed. There were more decorations than there had ever been, and the tree almost seemed bigger and brighter! What’s more, there were more gifts under the tree than there had been when Cuphead and Mugman came. “What is dis?!” Puphead quickly found a note and gave it to Junior to read. “A letter?” The chick opened the note and began reading out loud for Puphead.

“Dear Wally Jr. and Puphead,

You two certainly made for some fine, unexpected help. Coming from the boy who attempts to capture me every year, and the little boy brought into this world not too long ago, you two did a very good thing for Inkwell.” As Junior read the note, the voice of Santa himself could be heard, as if he was speaking directly to the boys.

“Junior, despite your suspicions for the Kettle’s, you and Puphead gave them the benefit of the doubt, and joined forces to help make everyone else have a magical Christmas. You two are close friends, and very good influences on each other. Puphead, for someone so young, you already understand the meaning of Christmas, and helped Junior begin to understand it too. The world needs more selfless, kind, peaceful boys like you. And Junior, you have begun to understand that the meaning of Christmas doesn’t come from a store, and has no price tag. Christmas is not a time about getting things, but giving to others. You have experienced the joy in making others happy, and for that, you’ve proven that you truly belong on the nice list.

As thanks for the hard work you two did last night, I made another stop, and gave you a few extra presents. I hope that next year you two will be good enough that I am able to come back with more. Never lose that sense of joy that comes with making others happy. Merry Christmas.

Signed, Mr. C.”

“Wowza...” Junior breathed, before Puphead suddenly left his side to hug his father. “Mornin’ Pup!” Djimmi smiledl lifting his wooden son. “You two already up?! The alarm hasn’t even gone off!” Djimmi suddenly transformed into a rooster, and crowed loudly at the rising sun. “Now it has!” He said, looking out at the audience. “Merry Christmas, champ!” Wally smiled as Djimmi changed back to his normal form, and held Puphead in his arms once more. “Dad!!” Junior tossed the note aside and gave his dad a big hug. “Merry Christmas!” “Looks like Santa was good to you boys this year.” Wally noted. Puphead nodded wildly until he eventually made himself dizzy, and fell into Djimmi’s chest. The ex-genie let out a hearty laugh. “I guess someone’s excited for Christmas!” “Well, wadda we waitin’ fer?! Let’s open presents, Puphead!!” Junior cheered, diving head first into the pile of gifts left by the brothers and Santa.

Djimmi set Puphead down as Nana flew onto her perch to watch the children’s joy. Junior tore into a small gift box wrapped in dark blue, and gasped in excitement. “No way!! Da fat man came trew aftah all!” The child beamed, dumping out two radio dials from the box and into his hand. Puphead pulled out a small box wrapped in blue-green, and tentatively opened the paper like he watched Junior do. He opened the small white box and pulled out a few layers of tissue paper before he eventually pulled out a small snow globe to be hung on the tree. The wooden child blinked in surprise and gave it a shake, watching the snow inside the glass. Two figures were on the other side, Junior and himself, each carrying a sack of toys together in their winter clothes, and at the base of the ornament, the words, “First Christmas 1934″ were etched in a golden cursive. Puphead’s eyes lit up with pure joy as he waved to Junior to show him. “Woah! But how--” That sneaky Santa... “Ah, who cares?! Merry Christmas pal! We should do dis again next year!!”

#Santa Cup is Coming to Town #Red Bracelet {Rebloggable Content}#Wally Warbles Junior #Puphead #Wally Warbles #Djimmi the Great #Cup of Trouble {Cuphead}#What a Mug {Mugman}#Santa Claus #Drabble #Merry Christmas!!

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mindingmyownbusiness · 7 years ago

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Spy vs Spy (Part 2 of 2)

Pairing - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary - James Buchanan Barnes is your target. Unfortunately, you also happen to be his. Will you be able to complete your mission or will things be more complicated than either of you expected?

Warnings - Mild alcoholism

Word Count - 1314

A/N- Created for @oneshot-shit and her Writing Challenge, congrats on 2k Kinza! For this I was paired with @true-queen-of-mischief and we worked together to bring this little fic to life. This chapter was written by me with input and advice from her. It was so fun working with you Lis! Prompt - Two scenes from the movie Mr. & Mrs. Smith, the tango/dance scene when they first meet (this part by my partner in crime Lis) and the carnival scene where they compete at the shooting range (this part by yours truly)

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Catch up on Part 1 HERE

(James’s POV)

James groaned as his alarm pulled him from one of the best dreams he’d had in a long time. Rubbing his hands over his eyes he couldn’t help but think of you, of that damn kiss. What the hell was that? What was he thinking? What were you thinking?

He had made you the minute you entered the gala and was formulating the best way to introduce himself when you beat him to it. For a split second he thought he had been found out only to quickly realize as you gave him your alias that you had your own ulterior motives. Looks like I wasn’t the only one with a mission tonight. James quickly decided the best course of action was to play along and wait for the opportunity to present itself. You might be MI6’s best (and most beautiful) assassin but that wasn’t going to stop him from completing his mission. You were his target and knowing that he was also yours gave him a distinct advantage.

What surprised him was how quickly he was drawn to you. Between the conversation and the dancing he couldn’t help but find himself almost forgetting he had been sent to kill you. And then that kiss… He shook his head as he got up to get ready. Getting attached to your target, Barnes? Horrible and potentially fatal idea. He steeled his resolve, texting you with plans to meet up and then went to shower.

The two of you wandered leisurely through the park, chatting and laughing, both of you doing an excellent job of pretending you were just a happy couple enjoying an outing together. James had his arm around you, your fingers intertwined with his. Rounding a corner you came upon a small carnival with games and food and booths of all kinds.

“Hey! Step right up! Ladies and gentleman, try your lu-- How about you little lady? Wanna try your luck? Win a prize?” The carnival barker called out to you from the shooting gallery. You glanced up at James with a grin then stepped over as he paid the man. He chuckled to himself, watching as you pretended to be clueless with the rifle, missing most of the targets.

“Don’t laugh at me, I’ll kill you.” You said playfully with a smirk as you fumbled through your shots.

James smirked back, “You think?” he said as he raised his rifle for his turn. He could feel your eyes on him as he shot, taking out several targets easily but missing the last one on purpose, playing it off. “Beginner’s luck,” he shrugged, accepting the tiny stuffed tiger from the man.

“I wanna go again,” you said, picking up the rifle much more confidently now. James had just turned from paying the man to see you easily pick off every single target you aimed for. Grinning you happily accepted the giant teddy bear and fell in step with James, your arms around each other’s waists.

“Where’d you learn to shoot like that?” James asked, unable to help himself.

You hummed, glancing up at him. “Beginner’s luck…” James grinned, pulling you closer and placing a kiss on your temple. He didn’t want to think about how the longer he was with you the more that warm, happy feeling settled in his chest and the less he wanted to remember he was sent to kill you. Stop it Barnes, you know she doesn’t mean any of this, this is just her way of getting close to you. But James couldn’t help but notice how your eyes dilated when he leaned in close and the shiver that ran up your back when he held you. Those things can’t be faked. So what does that mean…?

That evening you met for dinner at a tiny cafe on the water. There was more conversation, more drinks, and by dessert James had to admit to himself that at least for him, something was definitely there. Tired of fighting it he took your hand as you walked the boardwalk under the moonlight, electing to ignore his assignment and focus totally on you. He slowed to a stop causing you turn with a question in your eyes. James reached up to cup your cheek, gazing into your eyes.

“You’re incredible, you know that? So beautiful, so smart… I’ve never clicked with someone the way I have with you.” He gently brushed his thumb across your lower lip. “And I think… I hope, you feel the same way…” He leaned in slightly, waiting for you to meet him halfway.

After a moment of hesitation you gave in, your lips slotting together tenderly at first but soon becoming much more passionate. Several long moments later you broke apart, breathless with your foreheads pressed together. “W-would you like to come back with me, to my hotel…?” you asked hesitantly. James smiled, taking your hand in his again. “Lead the way, doll.”

(Reader’s POV)

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god… Your hands were shaking as you unlocked your hotel room and stepped inside. I can’t do this, can I? But he’s my mission… You set down your purse and stepped over to the bar to pour yourself a drink, lost in thought.

James stepped up behind you, his hands resting lightly on your hips, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear and then dipping down to kiss your neck. “What’s on your mind, doll?”

You shook your head slightly, taking a long sip of your drink. “Nothing.. I-I’m gonna go freshen up. Be right back.” You pecked his cheek and disappeared into the bathroom.

Reaching into your toiletries bag you pulled out a small syringe. Staring at it you had never felt so conflicted. You knew what was expected of you but the thought of ending the life of the man you’d gotten to know so intimately over the past two days was tearing you apart. Never had you had such a connection with someone so soon and you were positive he felt the same.

Leaning on the counter you were so wrapped up in your thoughts you didn’t hear James slowly push the door open. “Amanda…? Amanda…” He sighed. “Y/N, Y/N look at me”

Your eyes flew open to meet his in the mirror. “You, you know who I am…?”

He smiled sadly. “Doll, I knew who you were the instant I saw you. After all, a lot goes into prepping an agent on who their target is.”

You spun around to face him. “You mean, you’ve known.. you’ve known this whole time? And you still played along? Why James? Why would you do that? Why didn’t you kill me the first chance you got?”

“Probably for the same reason you’re still holding that syringe instead of trying to stab me in the neck with it.” He approached you slowly. “I’ll admit, at first I just wanted to see what you’d do. But after spending time with you I… I started to develop feelings for you. You’re the most captivating woman I’ve ever met Y/N, I wasn’t lying when I said all those things to you. There’s no way in hell I’m gonna complete my mission now, you mean too much to me. I’m just hoping, praying that I’m not making a fatal mistake.”

Turning back towards the sink you took a shaky breath then in one quick movement you broke the syringe in two, the lethal dose intended for James slipping down the drain. Eyes welling up with tears you threw your arms around his neck, holding on to him for dear life, sighing with relief when you felt his strong arms wrap around you. “What are we going to do now James? Neither of our agencies will ever let us live after this.”

“Have faith, doll. Together, together we can do anything.”

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letmeletmetrashyourlove · 7 years ago

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Summary: Reader confesses her love, only to be shot down.

Author’s Note: Oh, Billy... You always seem to get your ass kicked out at some point.

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“Mornin’” Billy grumbled as I shifted my position on his chest. The sunlight was pouring through the curtains and right into my face. I squeezed my eyes shut and nuzzled into his neck.

He reached over me to grab his smokes, lighting one and placing it between his lips. His chest swelled as he took a puff.

“What time is it?” I grumbled, sitting up to face him.

He glanced over to the clock,

“8:40.” He answered, letting out a snicker as he looked at me.

“What?”

“Nice hair.” He laughed, ruffling the tangled mess that perched on my head.

“Oh, you’re one to talk.” I quipped, swiping his cigarette and taking a drag. I settled back on his shoulder, savoring the tranquility of the morning.

It was a rarity for the two of us to spend the night in bed together. Sure, some nights he would stay here, but my old man would have his head on a stake if he even looked in the direction of my bedroom. But since my parents were out of town, we took advantage.

“So. What are our plans for today?” He sought, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“Domestic shit.” I rebutted, “Laundry… Cleaning… Grocery shopping. You don’t have to stay all day if you don’t want to.”

“And miss having you to myself the whole day? Not a chance.” He retorted, stealing his cigarette back, “Let’s play house for the day, doll.”

“Oh… So you’re actually going to help me clean the house.” I cackled.

“Why is that so funny?”

“You strike me as somebody who likes things done for you.”

He rolled his eyes, stamping his cigarette out in the ashtray on the nightstand. He removed himself out from under me, making me whimper.

“Where you goin’?” I investigated as he tugged on a pair of sweatpants.

“To make you breakfast.” He responded.

“Oh. So now you’re trying to prove yourself?” I teased.

“What? Can a guy not just do something nice for a babe like you? There has to be some ulterior motive?”

“Mhmm,” I affirmed, rolling over and planting my feet on the cold hardwood floor.

He rolled his eyes, flinging his shirt at me as he left the room. I threw the white tee over my head and slipped on a pair of socks before accompanying him in the kitchen. He stood at the counter, scrambling a few eggs. I came up behind him, enclosing my arms around his midriff and resting my head on his back.

I realized I was smitten the first day I met Billy. Sure, in the same way that every other girl was. Those tight jeans accentuated all the right places. But then that damn smirk. Every time he did it, everybody swooned. Didn’t matter who it was. He did it to everybody. But the way he did it to me was different. With the others, it was like he was putting it on. It was for show, to get something he wanted. But when it did it for me, it was natural. He just couldn’t help but smirk. I could see it tugging at his lips when he was trying to put on a stone face.

Oh shit… I think I’m in love with this guy… shit.

“Mmmm.” I hummed, throwing my fork down on the table and leaning back in my chair, “You spoil me.”

“That’s my job, isn’t it?” He retorted, leaning over to kiss me as he collected my plate.

Both of our lips tasted of maple syrup. For as big of an ass as this guy could be, he was a damn good cook. And now he was cleaning up the kitchen? Jeez. I shuffled over to the kitchen, hopping up on the counter beside the sink. He rinsed the dishes and loaded them into the dishwasher before moving over to meet me.

He stood between my knees, planting his palms on either side of me on the counter. I propped my hands on his chest as he leaned in to kiss me. He smirked against my lips when I let out a slight squeak. My hand wandered up to his neck as we pulled apart. He relaxed his forehead on mine,

“I think I’m falling in love with you, Billy Hargrove.” I purred, looking into his eyes.

He drew away, his cheeky grin dropping.

“Well, don’t.” He reacted, propelling himself off the counter and turning away from me.

He grabbed a hand towel, mopping the water off the counter. As if he hadn’t just shattered my heart.

“Wh-” I began, struggling not to let the tears show in my eyes, “What are you talking about?”

“That’s… it’s… It’s just not for me.” He replied.

“Not for you?”

“Love… It’s just… I can’t do it.”

“Then why the hell are you here? Just to fuck with me?” I interrogated as I slid off the counter.

“No. Look, I care about you. I just… I don’t… I don’t love you.” He murmured.

I turned my back on him, resting my hands on the counter and taking a deep, shaking breath.

“Just go.”

“Y/N… Come on. It doesn’t have to be like this?”

“Oh, doesn’t it? You’re here, stringing me along. Making me breakfast, staying the night, cleaning the kitchen? Playing house? Was I not supposed to develop feelings? Was I just supposed to be something for you to stick your dick in?” I rambled, now letting the tears spill.

He had nothing to add as he stared at me, his face staying a blank slate.

“Please, go.” I whimpered.

He stared at me a moment longer before trudging up the stairs to my bedroom to get his clothes. I took the nearest object, a glass, and hurled it at the wall.

I was more irate at myself than at him. How could I be shortsighted enough to fall in love with a notorious player like Billy Hargrove? He offered one last glance over his shoulder as he stepped out the door.

I let out a frustrated scream as I bent down to pick up the pieces of glass off the floor. I cursed as a shard sliced my finger open.

“Fuck,” I blurted, snatching a towel to stem the bleeding.

I had to show up at school the next day. I couldn’t let a crippled heart stop me from being me. An education is more important than some stupid boy. I found myself falling into my old routine, taking the long way around the building so I could walk past Billy’s locker. Before I could catch myself, I observed him from across the hall. He had a girl pinned against her locker, his hips flush with hers.

“Billy!” I hollered at him from down the corridor. He recoiled from the girl when he heard me, his grin dropping.

I held up my middle finger as I stormed out the double doors. I wiped the tears from my cheeks as I sprinted to my car. I shoved my books into the passenger seat and banged my head against the steering wheel.

A knock on my window caught my attention. There he was, with the audacity to follow me after what he had just done.

I once again presented him my middle finger, cramming the keys into the ignition.

“Hey, come on!” He urged, trying to pull the door open. Thankfully, it was locked.

He still clung to the handle as I peeled out of the parking lot, speeding off down the road. Once I was a few blocks away, I eased off the gas. Anger and disappointment flowed through me.

I was wrenched from my thoughts when there was a jolt from my right side, accompanied by the sound of glass exploding. My head flew sideways, hitting my window.

My ears rang as smoke filled my lungs. I let out a cough, an agonizing pain exploding through my chest. Somebody was frantically shouting in the distance. My blurry vision didn’t offer much information as to what had transpired. All I knew was that I laid on the pavement and something was burning. The sirens that were approaching sounded like they were underwater. I blinked rapidly, working to return to awareness.

“Y/N!?” Somebody yelled, flying into my view.

The figure was dressed in blue, but that was all I could tell. My eyes would focus, but then quickly drift off once again, not granting me the ability to identify anything around me.

“Y/N!? Can you hear me!?” The voice cried as someone grabbed my face.

“What the hell happened!?” They bellowed, addressing yet another voice, perhaps the one I heard earlier.

“I- I- I- I ran the stop sign…. I didn’t even see her!” The person shouted.

“This is your fault!?” The other voice interrogated, the figure stomping away from me.

The crack of skin against skin filled my ears, one voice cried out in pain.

“Hey, man. Come on! It was an accident!”

Another smack,

Crimson and white lights appeared in my view. Even more voiced clambered around me.

“Ma’am, can you hear me?”

My attempt to respond resulted in a strangled choke.

“Is she going to be okay!?”

“Sir, I need you to step back. What is your relation to the victim?”

“I- uh… Boyfriend.” He sputtered, “Complicated.”

Billy. Had he been trying to follow me home? He wasn’t the one that hit me, was he?

The sound of glass popping under boots was followed by a board being slid under my back. I let out another mangled cough, the pain once again shooting through my chest.

“I’ll meet you at the hospital, Y/N!” Billy shouted as I was hauled away and deposited in an ambulance.

“Can’t…. Breathe…” I managed.

My blouse was being sliced open, the EMT placing something cold on my rib cage.

“Sounds like a collapsed lung.” They muttered to the other medic, “14 gauge.”

The next sensation was a stab through my chest. I let out a wail, still powerless to supply my lungs with air.

My panicked breathing slowed as the pressure was somehow lifted from my chest, allowing me to inhale properly. As I breathed, I felt myself slip out of consciousness.

“Ow!” I exclaimed as I drew in a sharp breath. Every muscle in my body throbbed,

“She’s up!” A female voice alerted.

A familiar mullet-headed boy scurried into the room, skidding to a stop beside the bed.

“What the hell happened?” I demanded, glancing down at my body.

I had a cast on one hand and an IV in the other. A thick bandage was wrapped around my breasts and down my ribs. Not to mention the various bandages that littered my skin.

“Some asshole t-boned your car… You flipped over… Twice.” He whispered, petting my blood-caked hair.

“Dick…” I groaned, shifting slightly, “Fuck! Son of a bitch!”

My muscles screamed, all of them struggling to accomplish the simple task of shifting my weight to my lower back.

“Is he okay?”

"Who?" Billy inquired.

"The asshole."

“He was until your boyfriend got ahold of him. He’s in the room next door…” The nurse informed.

“Billy.” I scolded.

“Jesus Christ… When I saw you on the road bleeding… I just… lost my shit. Dammit, I can’t lose you, okay? I love you.”

“Did you say that to the girl at your locker, too?”

“I’m so sorry… I… I kept telling myself that I couldn’t be with somebody… Not after what happened with my parents. But I do love you.”

“You’re an asshole.” I coughed, glaring at him. I couldn’t find it in myself to be angry anymore. Or maybe that was an effect of the pain meds.

He gingerly kissed the back of my hand,

“You scared the shit out of me.” He exhaled, resting his hands on my bed.

“Yeah, well. You deserved it. And I love you too, you prick.”

He grinned at me as he pressed a kiss over the bandage wrapped around my forehead.

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