#far away and i had to WALK there with NO SUPPLIES because they didn;t give me time to get READY and then complained when i was slow

[arcane-strangeness]

🟩🟦 <- us

-duet partner

hey, we're the kratt brothers! i'm chris, and (you're) i'm martin. today we're coming to you from the east coast of florida, to teach you about hermit crabs!

[ladykatakuri]

Layers

Pairing: Wrecker x Reader

Word Count: 2221

Warnings: Just fluffy and a kiss! Wrecker is not just the hug-a-bear we all love, he is more !

Song Lyrics: Faith of the Heart performed by : Russel Watson

Summary: People always judge you by your so-called defects, but Wreck…” Carefully you place a finger under his chin and lift it. “You are a man with so many layers to discover. Beside your sweet and gentle nature, your love of explosions and bets with Cross on who can destroy the most clankers and your deep affection for your family, there is so much more.

So a Wrecker one shot i made. I think there is far more to the man then has been shown until now and i hope that we will get to see more in depth about all of our sweet Batch in season 2 ( and yes I mean all of them when i say Batch! Crosshair included! )

The Havoc Marauder always seemed as a small home to you all. There was enough space to sit and relax, sleep after a mission or work while underway to whatever planet it was the lot of you would go to, to earn some credits. It was a home away from home, even though you also had a new home base on Ord Mantel. The Marauder was that bit more special because it was the last part of home that the guys had left after defecting from the Empire. Today it seemed to be a refuge for one of the guys and you were glad it was parked on Ord Mantel. Now at the very least, you could spend some time with him, without having to worry that one of the others would walk in on the two of you, without having to worry that he would shut you out again.

“Wrecker….” You walk up to the man currently sitting with his back against the wall of the Marauder. It took you a minute to realise he had taken refuge in the hull and you would not let him get away with withdrawing himself from you again.

“Wrecker, you know you can talk to me right? If not me, then you should find someone to talk to. Please Wreck, don't shut me out.” You slide down next to him on the floor and put a hand on his arm.

When he turns his head to you, you see his watery smile. As much as he is always the cheery and positive man around his family, he now seems to have withdrawn from it all to suffer alone. “I… I don't know where to even start Mini.”

Mini, the name he has given you when you first met and it never left. It became his sweet nickname for you, knowing that you never felt secure about yourself. You had always been well aware you were more weighty then most of the women crowding around the troopers at 79s and all the women flocking towards the men of the Bad Batch whenever they showed up in a bar. The clones who were the majority of the visitors to 79s never looked at you as someone different because of looks though and Wrecker and his brothers were very quick to point out how sweet they found you and how special you had become to them when you joined their little family. To Wrecker you were the most beautiful person in the galaxy as well. He named you Mini, because compared to him, almost everyone was small and you were no different in that. Softly patting his arm you tell him to start where he wants to start.

It's been a long road

Getting from there to here

It's been a long time

But my time is finally near

“I guess, I just wonder where it all will end, or when it all will end. Omega is still just a kid ya know? She is growing up fast, but she is supposed to be a kid. She should be playing with other kids and having fun, bringing home stray animals as pets and kiss a special someone…. Well not kiss, that would not be alright with me and the guys, but when she is older…. But she is learning how to fight and kill now and she is a fugitive with us. It ain't right.” He almost shouts out the words, as if it was blocking his every thought and had to be thrown out there. “I know it wouldn't be much of a life on Kamino for her and all, but still… Is this the right thing to do for her? To keep her with us where she is always in danger?”

You know it is a sentiment that all of the men have had at one point, but Wrecker who bonded strongly with the young girl, as the older brother, felt strongly protective of his little sibling and feared greatly for her safety. With what you hoped to be a reassuring smile you look at him. “Wreck, I know you worry. But this is also Omega`s choice. You all wanted to give her a chance at a more normal life with Cut and Suu. She chose to be with you and live her life with you. You are her family and family is all that matters to her and to you.”

For the first time he grins. “Yeah, she is stubborn ey? Guess she has that in common with us.” Reaching to his side, he grabs a bag of his favorite snack, most times shared with the young girl after a mission. “Want some Mantel Mix too? “ He offers you the bag and you grab a handful of the mix. Popping some in his mouth he chews while staring at the wall opposing you. “Remember how we first got to talk? It was in the hull of the Marauder as well.”

And I can feel the change in the wind right now

Nothings in my way

And they're not gonna hold me down no more

No they're not gonna hold me down

No they're not gonna hold me down

You had been travelling with the guys for a while now, getting used to the day to day business and to being somewhat of a sister figure to Omega. You were no warrior, no clone and no mechanic or medic. You were just the person who was easy in making connections with people when you decided to give it a real try and you knew how to prepare meals from whatever was lying around that was edible. And even more important, you befriended the Bad Batch and covered for them when it was first announced they had defected from the Empire. Knowing how close you had grown to the men, you were under investigation and the guys quickly decided to get you away from the Empire's clutches as fast as they could.

Each of the Batch had grown rather attached to you and Omega clung to you, especially when it came to doing the girly stuff. You enjoyed it immensely but it was Wrecker who surprised you the most. The man had always been considered a simple person that loved explosions and fighting and having his sweet snacks. He could party like the best of them and that was all there was to him. Boy, did he surprise you when you walked in on him one night.

You had been on the way to some remote planet in the Outer Rim. The possibility of finding an ally or foe was small and you needed supplies. Tech and Echo were in the cockpit as usual while Crosshair and Hunter were sound asleep. Omega shared her private sleeping space with you and after a long talk and reading a fantasy story she finally fell asleep. Lula was tucked snugly in with her after which you softly stepped down a ladder and moved to grab something to drink. You stumbled in on Wrecker, concentrated on something on a pad and not hearing you enter the hull. “What ya doing Wreck?” Carefully moving around a crate, you stand beside him and look down.

“Y/N ! You surprised me!.” He quickly puts the pad beside him and looks up to where you stand. I was, well… I was reading something.” He scratches his neck and a slight blush creeps up on his cheeks as he looks at you.

Tilting your head you slide down beside him. “What are you reading?”

For a moment he seems to be debating whether or not he should let you know. Then, he grabs the pad and hands it over to you. When you look at the text displayed you look up. “Wreck, I didn`t know you were interested in this.”

He shyly smiles at you as he takes the pad back. “I like to read about things… Do you know about this man? Asimov? He is really smart. I thought maybe… There is something we can use from what he writes when we face clankers and all.” The sincerity in his voice surprises you a bit.

“I won't say I understand everything this man writes, but it is very interesting. Honestly, I prefer reading different kinds of stories. Romantic novels, historic stories or thrillers and all that. Biographies can be very interesting too and sometimes it can still teach us still I guess.”

Wrecker nods at your every word and a smile beams at you. “You love reading too! Why didn't you tell me? We could share favorites and talk about them if you want? I mean, if that's something you'd like?”

From that moment on, the two of you would share time together whenever you could to talk about the latest story you discovered, about the things either of you did not understand and the other could explain or just reading the same book. More than once it happened that the others would walk in on the two of you, you with your head against him, him with his head in your lap or the other way around, just enjoying the stories you were reading or discussing the stories. Those moments were also the start of Wrecker opening up even more to you about the past and sometimes about his deepest feelings and fears.

Cause I've got faith of the heart

I'm going where my heart will take me

I've got faith to believe

I can do anything

I've got strength of the soul

And no one's gonna bend or break me

I can reach any star

I've got faith

I've got faith

Faith of the heart

Now right here in the present, you realise that the man you came to love for his love of life and his hidden, deeper layers of personality is severely struggling with everything that has happened up until now. And he needed to work through it, alone and with you. Carefully you lay your head against him. “What else is wrong Wreck? I know it is not only Omega you worry about. You always shut people out when things bother you and you retreat to wherever you can go to vent.”

Wrecker inhales deeply and shifts to wrap his arm around you. “You know Mini, there is so much that happened. Omega is young and a fugitive with us, my chip activated and I almost killed them! Crosshair…. well you know his chip also activated and we lost him for a little while. I`m just happy we got him back again, but he has a lot to work through and he still blames us sometimes. And you….. Mini, you are not safe with us either. They will hurt you if they ever get you. I don't want you to get hurt Mini. I mean, we all have been injured on jobs and stuff, but you and Omega? I would die if something happened to either of you!”

You can hear his heart race as he speaks and feel his body shudder at the thought of you and Omega getting hurt somehow. But, you let him vent every bit of emotion, every bit of anger and fear he has deep inside of himself. He finally decided to open up and let this out. He decided to let you be the one to hear every thought and every struggle he has been fighting with on his own. To so many people he appeared to be a simple man, but you knew better. You knew all too well how many layers there were to this gentle giant.

Pulling away from his body you sit up on your knees in front of him. “Wrecker. You are the most gentle man I have met. You care so deeply for your own and you would sacrifice all that you have and all that you are to ensure their safety. People always judge you by your so-called defects, but Wreck…” Carefully you place a finger under his chin and lift it. “You are a man with so many layers to discover. Beside your sweet and gentle nature, your love of explosions and bets with Cross on who can destroy the most clankers and your deep affection for your family, there is so much more. You are smart, Wrecker. You have an intelligence that defies the understanding of those who always considered you only by your CT number and purpose. And Wreck? You are also the only man I truly, deeply, love.” You place a gentle kiss on his lips as you look him in the eyes.

As you pull back from him, a grin forms around his lips. Without any warning he embraces you and then stands up and slings you over his shoulder. With a high pitched yelp from you, he walks out of the Marauder and into the streets of Ord Mantel. “Time to treat you to some proper dinner, my sweet Mini!”

Before he lowers you back to your feet, he kisses you with a smile.

Out in the back, a man grins and turns around. You only see a glimpse of a red bandana, as Wrecker walks off with his arm wrapped tightly around you. Your Wrecker, a man of deep devotion and many layers to him.

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[adaodinson]

Starsco

I don’t know where this came from, it’s quite weird, but I liked it, I hope you do too.

Oh and a small side note, the 5 songs that I mention, I really do recommend you to hear them if you haven’t.

English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

Feedback is appreciated :)

Summary: You start working for Bucky. An important event comes but someone messes up and you have to do something about it.

Warnings: Swearing.

Relationship: Company director!Bucky x female!reader

You´re heart dropped at the sound of your phone announcing that you had received an email. You had been like this the whole day waiting for that damned answer on the job you had applied for. You were insanely nervous. Even though you were only starting in the industry, the Starsco company was a pretty good place to begin at.

You had always been good with words, you were great at convincing people of selling things, of buying things, of doing things, etc. You were a natural (which was quite ironic sine you sere socially shy and awkward) and you knew it. You had wanted to make a living out of getting and selling strange things. Sure, it sounded weird, but, isn´t weird always interesting?

It had all started a month ago, when you told your aunt you needed her help. You had found a vacancy in a company called Starsco that basically, took care of finding the weirdest things other companies might need that couldn´t easily be found or bought in big amounts. The job was everything you wanted. The company was run by James Barnes, a successful businessman that was known for being a quite unique boss, and an amazing and talented person. You had worked with your aunt for the past few years, but when you told her about the job she immediately used her contacts to get you an interview, and before you knew it, that had passed and all you could do now was wait.

And this was it, this was the moment you would know if you were gonna start working for such a company and such a person in the business you had wanted for so many years. You opened your phone without looking at the content of the email, you then slowly lowered your fingers as you read line by line until you got there.

-YES- you yelled and jumped around like a maniac through your apartment. You got it, you were starting in three days, on Monday. WOOOHOOOOO hell yeah.

After telling your aunt about the news the weekend flew by, and in the blink of an eye you were walking through the crowded streets of New York headed to the building you had only seen once for your interview. You weren´t one to lie to yourself, you were fucking terrified. You had met Nat and Clint at your interview, they were important workers at the company, and seemed quite serious at first, focusing on the “at first”. You got along with them just fine. Even though you had all been insanely professional during the interview, when it finished, they let out a bit of themselves as regular people, and you got to like them since then. You hadn´t met your boss, though, and that was your main concern.

You pushed through the huge main doors and led your feet through the crowded and busy main entrance. You spotted Nat as soon as you got to the first floor, and she headed straight to you right away. She was wearing a beautiful black suit with a white blouse underneath, and you were wearing a dark blue one with a gray blouse under it. She smiled widely at you, and you returned her the smile.

-Hey, how are you? Are you nervous?- She asked happily, with a hint of playfulness in her tone.

-Hey, I´m good thanks, and yes of course I´m nervous. How are you?- You replied honestly.

-I´m good, and happy to see you here- You smiled at that even more.

She gave you a tour of the places in the building you didn´t know, and then led you to your desk that was placed in a huge room with beige walls. It was pretty big and seemed quite comfortable. It had a computer and office supplies.

On the other side of the room there was a big window with two desks in front of it. On them there were two people already standing up to say hi to you.

-Hey, I´m Wanda and this is Thor- Wanda was gorgeous, just like Nat. She had bright orange hair and was wearing a dark red blouse with a lighter red pencil skirt. Thor was a huge (insanely handsome) guy, with blonde hair and a big smile. He was wearing a black suit with a red tie.

-Hi, I´m Y/N, I guess I´ll be working with you now- You said happily and shook both of their hands. They seemed nice, like, really nice. Nat had told you about them, or specifically, she told you about everyone in the company that she got along with and that she knew you would too.

Nat left after saying goodbye, and Wanda and Thor explained more of what you would be doing; you would basically take care of making meetings and gatherings possible by having every person that was needed present, and you needed to get whatever your boss asked you to get, as weird or difficult as it sounded. That was, of course, hard as hell, because it meant dealing with weird ass people, but as always, that was your area of expertise. This was what you signed up for, and you were really good with words, that was your “ability”, and that´s why you had been hired. You were excited, it sounded really interesting.

Wanda told you Mr. Barnes was at a meeting, but he had made himself a little space to meet you, and that would happen in exactly an hour. You started settling in your desk, glancing up at the clock that hung in front of the door to your left (door that led to Mr. Barnes´ office).

Before you knew, the door to the left had been open, letting a crowd of men and women out, and finally showing your boss. Jesus fucking Christ. You knew about his reputation of being one of a kind, but damn, he was the most freaking beautiful man you had EVER seen, even more than Thor. Fortunately, you knew how to keep your composure around attractive people, you had since your interview with Nat.

-Ms.Y/N, hello, I´m James Barnes- he said with a smile that adorned those perfect deep blue eyes of his. And dear God, didn´t your name sound beautiful coming from his mouth. You took the hand he had just offered you.

-Hello Mr.Barnes, thank you for giving me this opportunity- You said while shaking his strong hand that happened to be huge compared to yours.

-Oh no, I´m thanking you, you have an amazing resume, it´s pretty clear you know your way through words- Damn it, this man is so charming, this is ridiculous.

-Well, if I have a skill I´ll use it- You answered, realizing either of you had let go of the handshake. You let go of his hand slowly, trying to not make him uncomfortable, and it worked. He just retreated his hand.

-Mmhh I like you already, doll- you couldn’t help the smile and small giggle that came out of you at his words. And well, the nickname, God the nickname. At first you thought that´s how he referred to all women, but you would soon learn he called everyone by their last names, except for Wanda and Nat (he referred to them by their first names), and you, you were “doll”- I´m sure Wanda and Thor already told you were to start-.

-They did indeed- You answered.

-Okay, then I´ll head back to my office, I´ll use the communicator if I need you, okay?-

-Okay- You smiled widely and watched him walk back to his office and close the door behind him. You headed to your desk, to start with your work, not noticing the confused looks Thor and Wanda were exchanging after the curious interaction they had just witnessed. But they weren´t gonna mention it until they were sure it had been what they thought.

Your job was just as hard and challenging as you had expected, but you loved it. You got to talk to the strangest people ever and go to the weirdest places with a bunch of security people just to protect you. You sure as hell wouldn´t have done any of that at another job.

Three months had passed, and you already loved everyone that worked with you. You were becoming close with almost everybody: Nat, Clint, Wanda, Thor, Pietro, Bruce, Tony, Sam, etc. Nat, Wanda and Sam were your closest friends so far. You also got along amazingly with your boss. You two already even had inside jokes, always spoke to each other with a playful tone and were quite touchy. The thing was either of you seemed to notice. You two were always brushing shoulders when walking together, he played with your hands when you were casually talking (you were already used to the feeling of his metal arm, and you seemed to be the only one he trusted to touch it and be touched by it), and both of you laughed like crazy when you were together, even if you were supposed to be professional (except, of course, when you were in front of people from outside the company, but that seemed to be the only time you didn´t look like a couple of idiots).

He called you doll and occasionally by your first name, and of course you called him Mr. Barnes: But one time you had seen him at a company event he casually asked you to call him Bucky, but it just felt wrong, so you kept the professional name.

You were working on getting 384 kilos of carbon (no, you had no idea why and you weren´t sure you wanted to know) when your boss appeared and called Wanda, Thor and you into his office. You shared looks since it was weird for him to ask all three of you in at the same time.

-What can we do for you boss?- You asked with the playful tone you and Bucky (yes, in your mind you did call him Bucky) often used when you talked. He smiled widely, but a hint of tiredness adorned his face.

-Well, I need the three of you working on an event that we are having next week. I need you to make sure everyone that is needed there will attend. This is a really important meeting, and it´s not any type of event, this could be a game-changer for the company, it has to be perfect. Someone really important is attending so I need you there to make sure everything that he wants he gets. It´s Ronald Lazo and I trust you to get what he asks for. He is known for only attending meetings that have a singer singing five specific songs, I´ll give you Thor the details and I need you to get that. He only drinks some weird kind of rum that I need you Wanda to get, and Y/N, I need you at the event to check that everything is working and that he´s getting what he needs. You guys can postpone what you´re currently working on except for the Cryt check and get these things done. Thor and Wanda, thank you, you guys are excused, Y/N I need you to stay-.

All three of you nodded and your workmates left the office. Once they closed the door, Bucky stood up from his desk and walked toward you.

-Listen, I only trust you in case something has to be done at the last minute because you have proven to be capable of doing so at emergencies, so I need you to finish the last thing I requested and then make sure this place- he said handing you a paper- will be available on Tuesday next week. That´s all I need you to do these few days because you´ll be at the event on Tuesday since 5pm to check and supervise that everything works-.

You didn´t even notice when he got closer to you, but you could smell his scent (a strange but nice mixture of metal, wood and cologne) as he spoke.

-And another essential thing I need to ask. On that day I need you to stay away from anyone that is not from the company. Stay really close to me, I´ll let you know what the guy wants, what I need you to get, but please stay away from him. I´m asking you this as hopefully your friend, not as your boss. This mas is known for easily losing his shit. I know you can take excellent care of yourself, but this guy is a whole different story. Please stay safe-.

-We are friends- you answered, truthfully- and I will stay close to you, I´ll stay safe. And of course I´ll do my work as you ask, everything that is needed- You said with a reassuring tone, as he did seem worried. Your heart flipped at the thought of him considering you his friend and caring this much for you.

-Perfect- He said as he walked back to his desk, as his worried tone disappeared, almost as if he had reset. You just nodded and waited for him to nod back. When he did, you took that as your sign to go out, back to your desk and get to work.

Tuesday came by in a flash. You woke up with a knot in your stomach, but you were kind of excited. It was 4pm, so you had to rush to get ready.

Bucky had told you to dress fancy but simple, so you went for a black dress that had a lose skirt that reached your knees and a beautiful top with sleeves that showed your shoulders but covered part of your upper arms. You choose a pair of black ankle boots that were easy to walk with, but that fitted the dress perfectly. You took one final look on the mirror and since you liked how you looked, you went to your bathroom to put your make up on. After you were happy with it you took your keys and purse and headed towards the place.

After parking your car you headed to the garden (the event would be at one), and you thanked your past self again for your choice of shoes. You walked toward the table where the people you knew were. You said hi to Sam, Clint, Bruce and Nat (the ones that were attending) and went to look for your boss to let him know you had arrived.

You just couldn´t get used to how handsome he was, it was impossible. He was wearing an all-black suit with a turtleneck and you felt your knees literally shake as you walked. He turned to you in response to the person that he was talking to looking stunned by you. I mean, I know I look good but that was weird. That was your thought until your boss looked at you. His eyes widened and he stood completely still. The only part of him that was moving were his eyes, as they seemed to be exploring you. You were fucking dying. He was checking you out and you were about to faint, so you decided to smooth the tension with a joke before you passed out at how he was looking at you.

-See something you like, boss?- You asked quietly enough for him to be the only one to listen. He bit his lip. Oh you´re not fucking helping. And he giggled.

-Wow, you do look amazing, doll- he stated. You felt yourself blushing like hell, but come on, he had to be more embarrassed than you at this point.

-Thank you, you look quite handsome yourself- That seemed to take him by surprise, but he then smiled and thanked you as well. He introduced you to the people around and informed you Mr. Lazo hadn´t arrived, but that he was counting on the singer that had been requested to have arrived already since it was the first part of the event, so he asked you to call Thor for him to tell you who and where she was.

As you started walking away, still laughing to yourself at what had just happened, you heard your phone ringing. It was Thor. How convenient.

-Hey Thor, how ar-

-Y/N, shit, I need your help- He said with a terrified tone. You had never heard him swear so you knew he had either screwed up, or he had been fucking kidnapped.

-My God, what happened?-

-The singer that I hired just cancelled, she found out more about Mr. Lazo and said she´s not coming-

-WHAT?- Okay, that came out way louder than what you wanted.

-Where are we gonna get a singer that knows the specific songs at the last minute?!- You asked, lowering your tone.

-I don´t know, please help me- He was truly desperate, so you agreed to help him.

He told you the songs were: Cry to me by Seal, Missing you by John Waite, I hope I don´t fall in love with you by Tom Waits, December 1963 by Franki Valli and The Four Seasons and Do you really want to hurt me by Culture Club. Okay maybe the guy was weird for always requesting to hear the same five songs at any event he went to, but he surely had a good taste in music, you knew all of them by heart. Although it was ridiculous that he wanted a female singer to sing all male songs.

After agreeing with Thor, you hung up, but the second you turned around, you saw your worst nightmare: Mr. Lazo had arrived, and he was heading to a freaking pale James Barnes that was mouthing you the question “where the hell is she”.

You were dead, Thor was dead, everyone was dead.

Lazo sat down at his place, and shortly everyone imitated him. He was seating next to Bucky that looked like he was about to faint. You had NEVER seen him like that, like ever, before tonight you couldn´t even imagine him getting so nervous.

You knew the songs would lighten up the mode, and that show working out would probably give Bucky the confidence he needed to be himself again, so you sighed, feeling a huge knot on your throat and texted Thor that it had been taken care of.

You never would have done this unless this exact thing was happening: everyone was seated, looking at the empty stage with nervous musicians and your dying boss. It had been at least two years since your last singing class, and even though you knew you were good, you hadn´t sang in front of an audience since you were 18. Lazo was clearly getting impatient, so you rushed to the stage, nodded at a confused Bucky, smiled at the musicians and died internally.

They understood and started playing the first song, and the second the words started getting out of your mouth, you remembered how much you adored singing. No one in the office knew you could sing, so they were all stunned at how beautiful your voice was. But there were two particular people who´s reaction you loved: Nat, that had the proudest face you had ever seen in anybody (she knew about what had happened with Thor), and Bucky´s. His face was lit up in a way that made his eyes and smile shine like diamonds. He seemed lost in you, and you were doing this for him, you sure as hell would make sure he knew that later.

Weeeell, nothing can be sadder than a glass of wine alone.

Loneliness, loneliness is such a waste of time.

Oh yeah, you don´t, you don´t ever have to walk alone, you see.

Come on and take my hand, and baby won´t you walk with me, oh yeah.

Just like that, the first song ended and the crowd applauded at your improvised performance. After seeing Lazo´s happiness with you, Bucky even stood up.

Shortly after, the next song began and you continued singing the five songs until the last one.

You´ve been talking but believe me.

If it´s true you do not know.

This boy loves without a reason.

I´m prepared to let you go.

If it´s love you want from me.

Then take it away.

Everything is not what you see.

And it´s over agaaaaaaain

Eventually the last song ended, and now the whole crowd (including Lazo) stood up, clapping. Your smile was huge, you really couldn’t (nor wanted) to control it. You looked for your boss in the crowd, and when you spotted him, you realized he was pointing at a door. You took that as a sign of him wanting to talk to you, and your overthinking ass managed to worry you and make you believe he could be mad at you.

You went to the place he pointed at, it was a maintenance closet filled with garden tools, but it was pretty big. Shortly after, Bucky found his way inside and before he could say anything, the second he closed the door, you started.

-Listen, Mr. Barnes, I´m so so sorry for having to do that, there was a problem, you see, the singer Thor hired cancelled like 30 minutes ago and everyone was waiting and Lazo was getting impatient and-

You couldn´t finish before you felt two strong arms hugging you and lifting you from the floor. Your reaction was to put your hands on his shoulder as he turned you around in his arms and laughed. You were gonna need a doctor´s appointment after your boss´ action, or you were literally gonna die.

-DON´T, don´t you dare apologizing! That was AMAZING, I didn´t know you could sing, that was impressive, he was so happy, Jesus. Thank you, Y/N- He said as he placed you back down. He looked at you with those deep blue eyes that had you dying for him. You felt like he was stealing your heart and soul only with his eyes, and you couldn´t help but placing your hand on his cheek.

-You don´t need to thank me, it´s my job. I mean, I did it for the company, and for my boss, and for Thor, and for the event. I couldn´t just let everything fall apart before it started, I couldn´t do that especially to you, Bucky-.

-Especially to me, Bucky?- He asked with a smirk. Fuck, fuck, no, what did I just do.

You just stared into his eyes, expecting him not to take much from what you said, but your mind imploded and stopped working the second you felt his lips covering yours. What in the actual fuck is happening? You didn´t let your mind wander in that question for too long, after all, you were KISSING him. Your hands went to nis neck and his grip tightened in your waist. You both split your lips, letting the other´s tongue explore. He was just perfect, you were covered in his scent, in him. You tasted all you could for as long as you could. But then you both remembered you kind of do need to breath.

You two parted slowly and let your foreheads rest together with wide and dumb smiles. At the same time, you both walked a few steps away and he then opened the door for you. He followed closely behind and soon enough, you were lost together in the crowd with your minds still clouded by the other´s presence. The event started great, it could only get better, and what would happen next, well, you were pretty sure it was gonna be awesome.

[cinaja]

Before the Wall part 32

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A/N: This chapter is a bit longer than usual. I considered splitting it, but it felt more coherent as one part, so I left it like this. And after the last chapters, I did my best to make this a bit happier (at least in parts)

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In the next months, life once again proves its uncaring ability to go on no matter what. In the scope of a war that spans an entire Continent, a few thousand dead soldiers are as inconsequential as the pain they cause the ones who survive. But to the lives of the people who were affected by these deaths, they are anything but.

Ironically enough, the next months go well for the Alliance. Jurian spends most of the time rebuilding his army from scratch. The number of new recruits is staggering, and within one months, they are back to their old number. With the newly-trained soldiers, they even win a few victories against to Loyalists. It helps that Jurian has a new spy, whose identity he refuses to disclose, but who brings invaluable information. Meanwhile, Drakon finds a way to work with his advisors that doesn`t look quite so much like he`s being manipulated. And Miryam… well, she manages to avoid any larger catastrophes with the council. Or with herself.

But while things may get better for the Alliance, nothing really improves for their little friendship group. For the first weeks, Miryam tries to ignore the changes in Jurian, but after a while, there is no denying it anymore. He grows harder. Colder. It`s like some spark in him went out. His smiles grow rare, laughs even rarer. When he isn`t busy training his new recruits, he pours over maps in his tent. Whenever Amarantha or Clythia are mentioned, cold rage flickers in his eyes.

Miryam worries about him. And she worries about herself. Lately, her power doesn`t just push and pull at her, there are moments when she actually loses control. Four times now, she had to rush out of the camp, away from anyone who might see, because she could not hold it in anymore.

It seems like today will be the fifth time. Standing in the war tent, Miryam does her best to focus on what Jurian is telling them. His spy sent some intelligence about Amarantha`s supply routes, and he`s hoping to intercept them. Miryam should be listening, but her focus keeps slipping. She tries every trick she knows – breathes in deeply, digs her nails into her leg, counts backwards from thousand. Nothing helps. It`s like she`s caught in quicksand and the harder she struggles, the further it pulls her down.

“Maybe we could lay a trap here”, one of Jurian`s new commanders says and taps the map. Jurian nods in approval and the discussion continues.

Miryam takes a shuddering breath. The ground seems to shift under her feet. She needs to get out of here. So far, she managed to keep her problems secret, but if she loses control in the middle of a strategy meeting, the council will know within the hour.

She jumps to her feet so abruptly that every eye around the table turns to her. “I have a meeting to attend”, she says as calmly as she can manage, “You`ll excuse me.”

By the time Miryam stalks out of the tent, Jurian has already returned his attention to the maps. Miryam walks through the camp as quickly as she can without running. The human soldiers stop and stare at her as she walks by, a few incline their heads. Their old soldiers were her friends - they were the people she sat with by the fire, the people who told her jokes and shared food with her. She likes the new recruits, but they are distant with her. They treat her with reverence, not friendship.

She`s almost out of the camp now. The ground seems to slip under her feet and she nearly stumbles. The guards wave her through and Miryam stumbles through the light birch forest they made their camp in, away from where her soldiers might see.

Somehow, she manages to get a safe distance away from the camp before her legs give out from under her. She falls to her knees on the ground and finally loosens her grip on her power. But letting go doesn`t truly offer relief. Without anywhere to go, her power rushes through the air, shoots into the ground and then back into Miryam. It shoots through her, burning like fire. She has to press a fist against her mouth to muffle her scream. Why does it hurt so much?

She doesn`t know how long she kneels on the ground, gasping for air, trying not to scream. An eternity passes, or maybe it is just a second. But eventually, her power calms down. Miryam lets herself sink to the ground and wipes the sweat from her forehead.

“Shit”, she mutters towards the sky.

“Can I do anything to help?”

Miryam screams and bolts upright. “Cauldron, Drakon!”

“Sorry.” He winces and carefully steps closer. “I wanted to help, but…” He trails off. “Do you need anything.”

Miryam shakes her head. Her head is pounding, her entire body hurts, but there`s little to be done. “It will go away eventually.”

“So that wasn`t the first time?”

Miryam runs her fingers over the ground. Cracks have formed in the earth, leading away from her like little bolts of lightning. The biggest is five centimetres wide. She supposes that she`ll have a hard time denying that anything bad happened now.

“The fifth”, she replies quietly.

Drakon curses. “Miryam. Why didn`t you say anything?”

The deep worry in his tone surprises Miryam. And scares her, to be honest. It isn`t unusual for her to be in pain after having to use her powers in battle, and Drakon never sounded this worried about it.

"Do you know anything about this?", Miryam asks, countering his question with one of her own.

Drakon shrugs. "A little. I had tutors on magic when I was a child and they liked to warn about what might happen if I didn`t pay attention and failed to learn how to properly control my powers. But air magic is one if the easier ones to master, and I'm not that powerful, so I never truly had problems."

Miryam tries to tell herself that whatever warnings Drakon`s teachers gave him were just an attempt to get a child to take his lessons seriously. But somehow, she can`t quite manage to convince herself.

"But I have a friend who studies magic", Drakon continues, "He might be able to help."

Miryam is already shaking her head before he finished the sentence. "No. Most certainly not. Do you have any idea what it will do to my standing in the council if this becomes public?"

"This is serious, Miryam", Drakon says. When she just crosses her arms, he sighs. “I swear that my friend will keep your secret.”

Miryam rubs her hand over her arm. She is so damned tired.

"How well do you know your friend?”, she asks and privately thinks that if they`ve been friends for over two years, she`ll take the risk.

"Oh, I'd hope I know him very well, since we were together for three years."

“Kiko?”, Miryam asks. As far as he knows, he was Drakon`s first and only romantic partner so far. “I thought he studied social sciences as well.”

“No, his subject were magical studies. He specializes in Elemental Powers, but he`d also have learned something about Higher Powers.”

Miryam smiles, mentally readjusting the image she had of Drakon`s former partner. It isn`t that she knew much about him in the first place, but she knows Drakon writes him letters at least once a month, and still talks of him fondly.

“How did you meet, then?”, she asks, “Since you wouldn`t have had the same classes.”

“My class had the task to organize social projects in a nearby city. He blew up his lab and was assigned volunteer work as punishment, so he ended up working on the project I lead. And don`t think I didn`t notice you changing the subject.” Drakon runs his fingers over the ground, where a long crack has formed. “Please”, he says, “At least give it a try.”

Miryam makes a face at him. “Fine.”

At least if it`s Kiko they`re meeting, she knows that Drakon knows him well. Chances of her secret getting out are slim. The risk is within reason.

Drakon perks up. “Really?”

“I`m probably going to regret this”, Miryam mutters, “but yes. Besides, I always wanted to see university.”

And maybe she is more scared of what`s happening to her than she thought, if she is willing to take the risk.

----

Mor is happy. It is ridiculous, she knows. Around her, the world is burning, yet she has never felt more like herself than in the last year. Especially right now.

Together with Adromache, she sits huddled around a campfire in Andromache`s camp, both of them wrapped tightly into a blanket. It is winter, and Andromache`s army has been stationed further north these past few weeks, so it`s freezing cold. Mor doesn`t much mind the temperatures. The Illyrian mountains get just as cold, and the temperatures give her an excuse to sit closer to Andromache.

Mor runs a hand through Andromache`s hair. Even after all these moths, she still can`t quite believe it.

“I have to go to Telique tomorrow”, Andromache tells her and absentmindedly turns the stick she`s using to roast a loaf of bread over the fire in her hands. “I`ll probably be gone for most of the day.”

Mor frowns. “I haven`t heard of any Alliance meeting.”

“No, it`s just the human queens. A…”, she frowns, “A strategy discussion, you could say.”

“Oh, another one of your secret humans-only meetings?”

Andromache jerks away from her, eyes widening in surprise. “What… how…”, she sputters.

“Az told me”, Mor says, “He had to find out for my uncle, but I think most of the Alliance knows.”

Andromache groans and rubs her temple. “So much for our attempts at secrecy. In that case: Yes, we`re holding one of our humans-only meetings, as you call them.”

Mor pulls her stick out of the fire and carefully takes a bite of the bread. It is so hot it burns her tongue and she curses softly.

“I suppose I shouldn`t ask you what you`re going to discuss.”

Andromache smiles wryly. “Might be for the best.”

Mor nods. She`s curious, of course. But Andromache is a queen with a duty to both her country and her people. Asking her after information that the human leadership has deemed secret would mean to ask her to choose Mor over that duty. And since Mor loves her, she`d never ask her to make that choice.

“I also have a meeting. With my uncle”, she says instead.

“Ugh.” Andromache reaches for the wine bottle standing next to her and passes it to Mor.

She laughs. “At least he likes me better than Rhys. Although that’s probably because I’m not a danger to his throne. Unlike Rhys, being his heir and all.”

Andromache shakes her head. “You Fae and your obsession with bloodlines and such things. I personally find it much smarter to have the ruler adopt the person they deem most suited to taking the throne, no blood relations required.”

Mor nods. She finds the human rule of having rulers pick their own successor, possibly also from adopted family, fascinating. Not that it could ever work in Prythian, where the power chooses the next ruler, but it still seems like an intelligent system. But well, most things the humans doo seem more intelligent than how Fae act.

She takes a swig from the bottle, then puts an arm around Andromache. “Either way, it looks like we’ll both need a drink tomorrow evening.”

Andromache laughs and leans against her. Right now, sitting by the fire together, Mor would like to freeze time and live in this moment forever. She smiles into Andromache’s hair and pulls her a little closer, thinking just how lucky she is to have this.

 Mor leaves the camp early in the next morning to go meet her uncle. This time, at least, he didn`t demand she come visit him in the Hewn City. With the war escalating further each day, even the High Lord of the Night Court can`t constantly remain in his seat of power. He spent the past few days in one of the Illyrian camps where the soldiers gave him trouble, and that is where she is asked to meet him.

The camp is hundreds of miles further south, and Mor opens her fur-laced cloak almost as soon as she lands. The Illyrian soldiers watch her wearily, but they don`t try to approach her. It is a well-known fact that both the High Lord and his son like Mor, and that makes her untouchable to them.

Mor finds her uncle in the commander`s tent, eating a breakfast better suited to a palace than a war camp.

“Ah, Morrigan”, he greets her and gestures to an empty chair with his fork. “Sit. Have you eaten?”

“No, My Lord.” He wordlessly dumps some fried eggs on her platter and Mor smiles. “Thank you.”

“So, tell me”, he says and takes a bite of his eggs. “what news does the Continent have?”

“Nothing much”, Mor says, then begins to rattle off a few basic rumours she heard. Who got into an argument with whom, which Alliance members might be thinking of forging a new alliance.

“And your friend Andromache?”, her uncle asks, “Still dangling around with that guard of hers?”

“That`s a rumour”, Mor says, trying to sound as annoyed as possible.

The truth is, Andromache and her started that rumour. Well, Andromache`s spymaster did, but she gave the order. Andromache came up with the idea. She thought that the perfect way to keep rumours about a relationship between them from spreading was to start a rumour that she was in a relationship with someone else. The guard she asked for the favour is an old friend of hers, who`s currently uninterested in relationships and didn`t mind helping out.

The High Lord nods and returns to his food. Mor takes a small bite of her food and watches him over it. She wishes he`d just dismiss her and let her return to Andromache`s camp.

“What do you know about Miryam?”

Mor perks up. “What?” She catches herself. “What I know about her? She`s my –“ She remembers that her uncle can`t stand Miryam and catches herself before she can say friend. “I know her well.”

“Does she have any secrets?”

“No”, Mor replies automatically, which is, of course, a lie. “Why are you asking?”

“She annoys me.” He shrugs. “I think she`s an arrogant, stupid child who, through sheer dumb luck, got into a position she has no right to. And I`d like her to lose this position.” He smiles. “But since you know her so well, I find I have a hard time believing your no.”

Mor shifts uncomfortably in her seat. “Well, all of her secrets are connected to her past. And I doubt it will work in your favour if you bring that up.”

The High Lord mutters a curse. “And Jurian?”

“No secrets that I know of”, Mor says, which is actually true.

The High Lord stabs his sausage with way more force than necessary. “Everyone has secrets”, he says, “It`s just a matter of finding them.” To Mor, he adds, “You`re dismissed.”

----

Jurian watches Miryam as she sketches the final symbol on a doorway, then steps back. The symbol glows and sinks into the wood, Miryam brushes the chalk off her hands.

“I wonder”, she mutters, “why we have to hold each of these meetings in a different location. I have to set new wards every time.”

“Secrecy reasons”, Jurian says and twirls his knife around his finger once.

Miryam makes a face at him. “I’d like to see the spy who gets through these wards.”

Jurian just shrugs. In his opinion, it’s better to be safe then sorry, and the more human palaces have wards, the better. With how the war is going, you never know when you might need them.

Outside, the sun is already beginning to set. Jurian sighs. He wishes the meeting they are about to attend was already over and he back in his camp. He still has an attack on Amarantha’s supply routes to plan, the information for it supplied by Clythia, who still hasn’t made the connection between her meetings with Jurian and the fact that intel about her army keeps getting out.

“It’s almost time for the meeting”, Miryam says, “We should go if we don’t want to be late.”

Jurian doesn’t particularly care about being late, but he still follows her. The meeting is held in one of the palace’s highest rooms. It has huge, open windows overlooking a small port city and the bay beyond. The windows aren’t filled with glass, but this is one of the human settlements furthest south, and even in deep winter, the temperatures are mild. Jurian sits down in a cushioned chair while Miryam walks over to greet Andromache.

Sighing, Jurian stares down at his shoes. He hates sitting around like this, doing nothing while outside, the war rages on. He hates these useless, stupid meetings where people only talk but never see to say anything and they can spend hours discussing without coming to a conclusion. Just the thought of spending the next hours sitting around in this chamber makes him furious.

But of course, Jurian if furious more often than not lately.

Finally, the meeting starts. Indeed, they spent more than half an hour discussing the current state of the war, as if they aren’t all fighting it every day.

“Things have been looking better”, Andromache finally summarizes the situation, “but we’re still losing.”

Jurian bristles. “We won’t lose. Not while I have anything to say about it.”

“If we do lose”, one of the other commanders says, “you might be dead, anyways. So in that case, you wouldn’t have anything to say about it.” Jurian just glares.

“Miryam”, Andromache says, “how is that spell you were working on coming along?”

“Not good.” Miryam sighs. “I’ve been stuck for these past months.”

“Or maybe you just haven’t been trying very hard”, Nakia says. When Miryam starts to object, she cuts her off. “After all, what do you care about other people, as long as yours get freed?”

Jurian glares at her over the table. He’s angry at her, too. Although he has to admit that Miryam hasn’t been working on the spell as hard as she could have been, for reasons Jurian doesn’t entirely understand

“Unlike you”, Miryam says, “I care about all humans, not just a group of them.”

Nakia jumps to her feet, but Andromache takes her by the arm and pushes her back down.

“That’s enough. Nakia, for the last time, stop implying that Miryam doesn’t care about humans outside of the Black Land. It’s ridiculous and you know it. Miryam, the same goes for you. We’re all on the same side here.”

Miryam presses her lips together. “I can create wards that hold off an enemy army for a few hours”, she says, “But you are asking for a spell that effectively cleaves the world in two and is able to hold off against any and all Fae for eternity! Do you even realize…” She shakes her head, and when she continues, her voice trembles slightly. “You demand the impossible. And when I cannot do it, you accuse me of failing on purpose. This isn’t fair.”

Andromache sighs. “No one truly believes that.” She looks at Nakia, who is glaring at her fingers. “Not even Nakia. Tensions are just running a little high for everyone, that’s all.” She turns back to Miryam. “And no one here expects the impossible. But you know how dangerous our situation is – you know better than anyone here what will happen to us if we lose. So I’m begging you to keep trying.”

Miryam fiddles around with her sleeves. “Of course I’ll try”, she says and Andromache moves the subject to different matters.

When the meeting is finally over, Miryam rushes out of the room and Jurian is quick to follow her.

“No one thinks that”, he says while they walk through the halls, “You know that no one thinks that.” But he can’t quite stop himself from adding, “But you have to admit that you haven’t exactly been doing your best.”

Miryam whirls around to him. There is true hurt in her eyes, and Jurian curses himself for not being able to keep his mouth shut. If there was ever a time not to bring this up, it is now.

“I’m not saying you didn’t try”, he says, “Just that, considering how precarious this situation is, I thought you would have been… you know…” trying harder.

“Sure.” Miryam rubs a hand over her face. “It’s only one of the most complicated spells I’ve ever heard off. Surely I must only try harder if I want to come up with a solution. Because it’s that easy.”

Jurian sighs. Now he just made it worse. “I’m sorry”, he says, “I didn’t mean that. I don’t really know that much about magic, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Miryam nods. “I’m going to university with Drakon tomorrow”, she says, “Maybe they have some texts or… something.”

“What are you doing at university?”

“You know how I’ve been having a little trouble with my powers lately? Drakon thought the university might have some information about it.” She turns to Jurian and manages a smile. “You could come along if you want to. I’d be happy to have you there.”

Jurian would love to say yes. But the very idea of spending an entire day with running around some university for rich Fae children disturbs him. He already lost one day – wasting another seems irresponsible. He has a war to fight, and two Hybern generals to kill. And if he’s honest, this entire visit seems far too Fae for his liking, anyways.

“I’m sorry”, he says, feeling terrible about himself because it is not Miryam he’s trying to refuse. “Things at camp have been terribly busy. If we want to pull that attack on Amarantha’s army off, I can’t be gone tomorrow. But I’m sure you’ll have fun with Drakon.”

“Of course. We probably shouldn’t leave the camp without a commander anyways.” Her smile is almost convincing. But only almost.

Jurian reaches for her hand. “But we can for a ride. After our raid. We haven’t had time alone together in a while.”

Miryam looks relieved enough that Jurian feels even worse about himself. “I’d like that”, she says, and this time, her smile actually looks real.

----

Miryam and Drakon set out three days later. At Sinna`s insistence, they are accompanied by two guards – although officially, taking the guard`s was Drakon`s decision. He winnows all of them to a well-kept lawn just within the university grounds. A few of the guards employed by the university look at them sharply, before one of them recognizes Drakon and inclines his head. Drakon nods back at him.

Meanwhile, Miryam is too busy staring at their surroundings to notice the guards. Drakon smiles at her, remembering his reaction to first seeing the university. Built in the centre of the Continent, it is almost like a small city in itself. The centre is made up of the university complex – libraries, laboratories, offices and lecture halls – but around it, there are normal houses and workshops mostly catering to the university.

"Beautiful", Miryam whispers.

Drakon nods. "The buildings are over a thousand years old. The university itself is far older, but it was burned down once and had to be rebuild." He points ahead to a huge wooden building that towers over the rest of the city. "The library is over there. It's where we'll meet Kiko."

His guards fall back and a few metres as they start walking and stay far enough behind that they likely won't be able to hear their conversation. Miryam absentmindedly links her arm with Drakon`s, but keeps looking around at the university buildings.

“It`s all wood”, she says, amazement colouring her voice.

“It was the style at the time. Well, at least here.”

Miryam nods. One of the buildings, a fragile-looking clocktower, catches her attention and Drakon has to tug her aside to stop her from running into a faerie who`s standing by the road. She turns around to smile at him, more freely than she has in a while. Drakon doesn`t know why, but his cheeks heat and he quickly looks away.

"I just wish Jurian had come along", Miryam says softly. "Getting out of camp for a bit might have been good for him."

Drakon nods, and turns back to Miryam, whose smile has dimmed considerably. They both spent the last months worrying about Jurian. Drakon wishes he could do more to help, but things between him and Jurian have been difficult lately, and the worst part is that he doesn`t even know why. It`s like from one day to another, Jurian decided that he doesn`t particularly care for Drakon`s company anymore. Even his refusal to accompany them on their trip today seemed to be aimed mostly at him.

Normally, he would have assumed that he`s seeing things, but when he asked Miryam about it, she shared his opinion. Although she didn`t know the reasons behind Jurian`s behaviour either. She offered to ask, but relying on Miryam to solve the problems between him and Jurian would just make him feel like he`s too much of a coward to do it himself.

“Does Jurian know why we`re here?”, Drakon asks.

“I`m not keeping this secret from him.” She shrugs. “He knows I have trouble with controlling my power sometimes, and that we`re asking a friend of yours for advice.”

Drakon frowns at her. Somehow, he finds it hard to believe that Jurian would have stayed behind if he truly knew why they were here. Jurian may not be interested in visiting a Fae library, but he cares about Miryam more than about anything else and the idea that he`d not at least try to help her with a problem like this seems outlandish.

“And you`re sure you told him how serious this is?”

Miryam suddenly finds huge interest in a smaller building to their left. She carefully studies it, then asks, “Is that a tavern? I thought this was a university.”

“Miryam.”

“It`s not…” She sighs and turns around to face Drakon. “I told him the truth. I just don`t see the point in exaggerating a problem and giving him one more thing to worry about when he can`t do anything about it anyways.”

Drakon does see the point in it. He sees several points, actually, and is about to tell Miryam as much when they get interrupted by a Fae male with colourful butterfly wings.

“Ah, Drakon”, he says and reaches for his hand. “It’s so good to see you. How are you?”

“Well. And you, professor?”, Drakon asks, trying to sound polite, but not overly cheerful.

Professor Niko taught two of his classes in his second and third year at university and him and Drakon never quite got along. He once had Drakon fail an assignment just because their opinions didn’t match. But him now being Prince seems to have increased the professor’s opinion of him, which only makes Drakon like him less.

“Oh, I can’t complain.” He smiles at Drakon. “I’ve read your papers. Good work as always. Although I do find a few of your arguments a little… extreme.”

“What is extreme about saying humans should be equal to Fae?”, Miryam cuts in, frowning lightly.

The professor turns to Miryam, seemingly only noticing her now. “And you must be Lady Miryam”, he says, “Well, I can imagine why you’d say that. Although even you must admit that Fae have certain inherent advantages over you mortals.”

“No, I do not see it that way at all”, Miryam says in a tone that dares him to argue.

“And if you’d ever talk to a human”, Drakon adds, “you might find you agree with her.” His cheeks are burning. “But as it is, Miryam and I have to be off.” He takes her by the arm and leads her away. As soon as they are out of hearing range, he sighs. “Sorry. That was… He’s from Rask, you see. You know that I don’t agree with that.”

“I know that”, Miryam says, “Just… are there slaves in this city?”

“No. Slavery has been prohibited on university grounds for millennia.” He hesitates. “Although the university doesn’t accept human students either.”

Miryam sighs – and changes the subject. “They don`t seem bothered by your new status.”

Drakon feels like he should say something more on the university’s leaning on slavery, but if Miryam decides not to pursue the subject, that’s her choice to make.

“Royalty isn`t as uncommon here as you`d think”, he says, “Most nobles, including royals, want their children to get the best education, and that means either this university, or the one in the Black Land. Most prefer this one, though, because it`s independent.”

Some extremely smart person decided millennia ago that education shouldn`t be tied to one single state, so he arranged for a small bit of land around the centre of the Continent to be made into neutral ground and to build a university there. The obvious flaw in that arrangement is that the university now has to cover its expenses from the money students pay, which effectively bars most people from attending.

“So this is where rich Fae families send their children to make useful connections for later?”, Miryam asks

Drakon winces. “Basically. Although there are even divisions between individual classes. Lower-ranking nobles generally go into social studies or sciences and hope for a seat on a ruling council. Well, or military. Royal children are generally expected to go either into politics or the military." He shrugs with an indifference he doesn’t quite feel. "My father always wanted me to go into politics. But well, I failed in the lessons, and since my father had little patience for useless things, he had me try military next."

"Even if you don't excel at lessons, they are hardly useless", Miryam objects.

"Well, I wasn't referring to the lessons." Miryam`s expression shifts from confused to upset, and he quickly adds, “We both know I`m hopeless at politics. Anyways, my father thought that at least I`d prove to be somewhat brilliant in military matters, so he sent me off to train under Sinna. But I guess I didn`t have any particular talent for that either, so when I was nineteen – after five years of trying – Sinna convinced my father to send me to university.”

Miryam stops walking to stare at him. He doesn`t understand what her problem is, until she says very softly, “Your father sent you to join the military at fourteen?”

“I don`t think you understand how embarrassing it is for a Continental ruler to have a child that completely fails at politics.” Miryam continues staring at him, and Drakon awkwardly shifts his weight from one foot to another. “It`s not like there were any battles at the time. But after a few years at university, my father decided I was at least good enough at what I was doing that he could give me a seat on his council. Well.” He winces. “Until the matter with Ravenia, of course.”

Miryam stares at him for another uncomfortable moment, then continues walking. “Your father sounds horrible.”

Drakon is too surprised to say something at first. He just stares at her. But then, he catches himself and vehemently shakes his head. “No. No, he isn`t. Wasn`t, I mean. He was a good person.”

Miryam arches an eyebrow at him. “He sent you, his own child, off to the military at fourteen and sold you to Ravenia ten years later.”

“No, it`s…”, Drakon stammers. He hates the way Miryam says it, how she makes what his father did sound terrible and heartless. “It`s not like that at all. And please stop looking at me like you feel bad for me. You’re the last person who should feel bad for me for that!”

Miryam presses her lips together. “Bad childhoods aren`t a competition.”

“I didn`t have a bad childhood! And I loved my father.” And I got him killed, he adds silently.

Miryam looks at him like she very badly wants to argue, but bites her tongue at the last moment. Instead, she nods towards the towering building before them.

“Is that the library?”

Drakon nods and tries hard to push his thoughts away from his dead family and what they might think of him now. He makes to step through the library`s huge doors, but one of the guards in fronts stops him with an outstretched hand.

“No weapons past this point”, he says.

Oh, right. He should have remembered that. Drakon unties his weapons` belt and hands it to the guards, Miryam passes over her dagger. Then, Drakon turns around to his guards, who look extremely unhappy at the idea of giving up their weapons.

“We`ll be busy in the library for, say, three hours, and the it is well protected. There`s a nice restaurant just around the corner, if you want to go. You are, of course, invited.”

The guards don`t look overly happy that they won`t accompany them, but the prospect of a free dinner that isn`t army food seems to lighten their mood. Drakon hold open the door to the library for Miryam and follows her inside. They walk past the front table and Miryam cranes her neck back to look up at the high ceiling, and the stairs climbing up right to the roof.

“We meet Kiko in the ninth story”, Drakon says, “So, we could walk, or-“

“Fly, please.”

Drakon laughs and ruffles his wings. A group of students walks past, one of them whispers something to the others and then, they all stare. Drakon wraps his arms around Miryam, spreads his wings and sends them shooting into the air. They land on the ninth story and Miryam quickly straightens her clothes.

“There we are”, Drakon says and pushes open the door. “Magical studies, department for Higher Powers.”

It isn`t one of the parts of the library he visited frequently as a student, but he knows his way around well enough not to get lost as he leads Miryam through the labyrinth of shelves to where they agreed to meet Kiko.

He is already there, casually leaning against a shelf. In the soft light, his red skin seems to glow, the colours shifting around it making him look like a living flame. When he sees Drakon, he grins broadly and pushes off the shelf he was leaning against. Drakon closes the space between them with two quick steps and pulls his old friend into a hug.

“I missed you too”, Kiko says. He lets go of Drakon and gives him a mischievous smile. “So, tell me, Your Highness. Do I need to bow?”

“Don`t you dare.” Drakon laughs and waves Miryam over. “That`s Miryam. Miryam, Kiko.”

“Nice to meet you”, Miryam says.

“The pleasure is mine.” Kiko sketches a bow, then winks at her. “My friends will be beyond jealous if they hear I`ve actually met you. That is, if they believe me at all. But”, he adds, expression turning more sober, “I suppose you aren`t here just to give me something to brag about to my friends.” He turns to Drakon. “Your letter said you need my help. What can I do for you?”

Drakon sets up wards around them with a wave, then inclines his head to Miryam. “I think it`s best if you explain.”

Miryam nods, but looks around nervously even though she should know about the wards. “You know that I`m a witch”, she says carefully.

Kiko nods, excitement lighting his red eyes. The horns poking out of his curly hair seem to tremble slightly. “Yes, of course. That must be so exciting! I`ve never met a witch before – is it true that you can see spells? And talk to animals?”

Drakon winces. He didn’t consider how utterly fascinated any people who study magic are by witches. That the Guild is so secretive about their abilities only adds to the general interest. Maybe he should have warned Kiko that Miryam has a rather difficult relationship with both her abilities and the Guild.

“Yes to the spells, no to the animals”, she says. Drakon is probably the only one to notice that her smile seems a little strained. “I`ve been having… trouble with it lately, though. For over a year now.”

Kiko`s expression turns serious immediately. “What kind of trouble?”

“With the control. It worked just fine in the beginning, but now…” She shrugs a bit helplessly then begins to haltingly describe her problems. Problems that Drakon didn`t even know existed until a few days ago. “Do you have any idea what it might be?”, she asks after she finished. “Because it keeps getting worse and I...” She breaks off and shrugs again.

Kiko nods. “I see.” He starts chewing on his lower lip. “I take it you aren`t ready to take this to my professor?”

Miryam immediately shakes her head. “It has to remain secret.”

Kiko nods again, but his frown deepens. “The problem is that witches are rare. And, if you excuse me saying so, somewhat secretive about their power. Scholars have been petitioning with the Guild for centuries to get them to disclose at least some information, but they refuse. So I`m afraid that I have far too little information to be able to give you any definite answers.”

“Your guess is better than mine”, Miryam says. If she is disappointed, she hides it well. She now wears the same mild expression she usually dons for council meetings.

“For the reasons behind your troubles”, Kiko says, “The only guess I can come up with is that you simply grow more powerful with time and whatever control you had when you were younger is simply no longer enough. For Fae, it takes about seven years for their power to fully mature, and it might be similar for witches. You got your power at – sixteen? Seventeen? Count up from there.”

Miryam presses her lips together. “So you`re saying this will get worse for one more year?” Drakon squeezes her hand.

“I`m sorry”, Kiko says. “The best advice I can give you is to find someone with similar abilities and get him to teach you.”

“The only people I could ask for that are other witches. And the Guild hates me.” She shakes her head. “There has to be another option.”

Drakon shoots Kiko a pleading look. Just give her something! He can`t have dragged Miryam here, made her hope there might be a solution, just for them to leave empty-handed.

“Well”, Kiko says and gestures vaguely to the shelfs surrounding them. “This is the world`s biggest library. Not a problem those books don`t know a solution to. We just need to search.”

“Great”, Drakon says, quickly jumping onto the suggestion, “Where do we start?”

“Shelf 36 to 120 could have something”, Kiko says.

Drakon looks at the long shelves, then back at Kiko, brows raised. Searching this many shelves would take days.

“Good”, Miryam says, “I’ll start from the end, then.” She manages a parting smile, then rushes off.

Drakon has to fight off the impulse to run after her and find some words of comfort. This didn’t go at all as he’d planned.

“I`m sorry I couldn`t give her a better answer”, Kiko says as they walk over to shelf 36.

“Not your fault.” Drakon sighs. “I should have handled it differently.” Maybe he should have discussed the matter alone with Kiko before bringing Miryam into it. Or he should have made it clear that they might not find anything.

They start from opposite sides of the shelf and begin to sort their way through the books, checking each title and only taking a closer look at the books that sound promising. Drakon sighs. How are they ever supposed to find anything this way?

“And how are you?”, he asks.

“Can’t complain.” Kiko shrugs. “My studies are going well, and I haven’t blown up anything in a few months, so that’s a new record.” He nudges Drakon in the side. “And right now, I’m a little pissed at you. How come I only now find out that you have a crush on her?”

Drakon nearly drops the book he just pulled out of the shelf. “What?” Then, he finally processes what Kiko just said and vehemently shakes his head. “No. No, I don`t have a crush on Miryam! That`s ridiculous.”

Kiko laughs, puts his book back into the shelf and pulls out another. “Obviously you do.” He scans the book`s first page and puts it back into the shelf. “Just the way you look at her. Although I should have probably known from your letters already – you can`t seem to stop going on about how amazing and talented and wonderful she is.”

“I`m not…” …in love with her, Drakon wants to say, but he can`t quite get himself to actually speak the words.

He isn`t in love with her. He isn`t. Sure, he notices thinks about her, like how her smile lights up her entire face and makes her look like she might be glowing. Or that she is beautiful. But he`d have to be blind not to notice that. And she`s kind, and strong, and smart. He misses her when she`s not around.

They are friends. That`s why. But if he`s entirely honest, they have been friends for a while, but in the past months…

“Shit”, Drakon mutters and runs his hand through his hair. “Shit, I can`t be in love with her!”

“Why not? She seems nice.”

“Because it`s going to ruin everything! She`s my friend, and…” He begins pace between the shelves. “And she`s in love with Jurian. Who is also my friend. Oh, Cauldron, what if they find out?”

Jurian seems angry enough with him as it is. Maybe it`s because of that? Maybe he somehow noticed that Drakon fell in love with Miryam and is angry about that. Who could even blame him?

“Don`t you think you may be over-reacting a little bit?”, Kiko asks. His mouth quirks upwards like he is trying very hard no to smile. “Look on the bright side: at least it can’t end worse than your engagement with Ravenia.”

But this just horrifies Drakon more. “I was engaged to –“ He frantically runs his fingers through his hair. “When we first met, I… She… Oh Cauldron, I`m a terrible person.”

Kiko laughs and puts a hand on his shoulder. “Look, Drakon, not to interrupt your freak-out, but don`t you think you`re blowing this way out of proportion?”

“This is a disaster.”

“It`s a crush. The thing about crushes is, you can`t really control if you get them or not, and they usually don`t last long.” Kiko gives his shoulder a final squeeze and lets go. “So calm down a little”, he says, “As long as you don`t start trying anything with her, you should be fine.”

“Right.”  Drakon nods and takes a deep breath. This is fine. The situation may not be ideal, but nothing needs to change about their situation. They can still be friends. It`s fine. He looks down at the book still in his hands and flips it open.

“Then we should probably, you know. Continue looking.”

Kiko laughs. “You really haven`t changed at all.”

Drakon doesn`t bother to tell him how very wrong that assessment is.

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Miryam has never seen so many books in one place. The shelves reach up to the ceiling and are stuffed with volumes, some of which look like they might be hundreds of years old. She barely dares to touch them for fear that they might fall apart under her touch.

After she worked her way through the first shelf, though, she realizes that there may well be too many books. She could spend days here and still not have seen everything. Even if she just glances at the title of each book and only takes a closer look at the ones that sound like they might be useful, the search takes ages and the odds of finding any useful information seem minimal. Cauldron, she doesn`t even know exactly what she is looking for. Information on witches? On magic in general? On how to control power? Maybe Kiko doesn`t truly know either, and that`s why he has them search close to a hundred shelves.

After working her way through three shelves, Miryam is just about ready to give up. Coming here was a stupid idea. A waste of time. She should have known that witches would be so secretive about their abilities that no one would be able to tell her anything. Well, except for the Guild, but they`d probably rather kill her than help her. How foolish of her, to have hoped that this visit might be the solution to her problems. It will be the best to tell Drakon and Kiko to give up the search before they waste any more time chasing after information that isn`t there.

She walks past the seemingly endless rows of shelves until a small glass vitrine catches her attention. She pauses. The vitrine itself looks rather inconspicuous, as does the leather book lying inside, but the glowing strings surrounding both are anything but. Miryam automatically reaches for the vitrine`s lid, but stops herself in the last moment.

“Go ahead”, a voice says from behind her, making her spin around.

A Fae female in scholar`s robes stands between the shelves. She is easily one of the oldest Fae Miryam has ever met, hair already streaked with white and skin marked by deep wrinkles. Her deep brown eyes seem kind enough, though.

“I`m sorry”, Miryam says. She feels caught, even though she wasn’t really going to do anything. “I wasn`t going to touch it.”

“Please.” The female steps closer. “I`d love to see. I so rarely get the chance to see a witch at work.”

Miryam considers refusing, but the spells on the book are witch-made. If she wants to find out what is inside, this is her chance. Carefully, she reaches out for the lid. The wards on the vitrine are simple enough that Miryam doesn`t need to speak to disable them. She opens the lid and pulls out the book. Half a thought has it flap open.

“Fascinating”, the female says as Miryam carefully flips through the pages. “None of our experts have been able to open it.”

Miryam can easily imagine why. After all, her own spellbook is protected by similar wards.

“It`s a spell book”, she explains, “Warded against anyone other than a witch reading it.”

And, this much is obvious just from reading the first page, the spells inside are far more advanced than anything that Miryam has been able to find in her own book. She scans the pages, struggling to understand what, exactly, is written in there. Wards, if she`s not mistaken, but more complicated than any she has ever seen.

She flips the book shut. “May I borrow this?”

“Unfortunately, that will not be possible.”

Miryam hesitates. If she is correct, this book will not be able to help her with the problem she came here to solve, but it might just contain the solution to another issue. She promised Jurian to keep looking into ways a wall between humans and Fae might be constructed, and if there’s a chance of this book containing answers, she cannot give it up this easily.

“I have another book”, she says, “similar to this one. It contains general information on how witches` powers work. If you let me borrow this book, I could copy a few pages from mine and send them to you in exchange.”

She sees the light glinting in the scholar`s eyes and knows she has won before the female says, “That seems like a fair trade. I`ll expect the book and your copies back in a month.”

“Thank you”, Miryam says and tucks the book under her arm. “Now, if you`ll excuse me, I have to go find my friends.”

She feels the female`s eyes on her back as she quickly walks away to where she suspects Drakon and Kiko. She finds them by shelf 40, standing hunched over a book When she walks over to them, Drakon looks up.

“Oh, good that you`re here.” He smiles at her, then quickly looks away again, like he’s uncomfortable about something. “We may have found something.”

Miryam quickly steps closer. “Really?”

“Yes, uhm. Kiko thinks…” Drakon clears his throat and steps from one foot to the other. He really does seem uncomfortable. Miryam wonders if she interrupted something between him and Kiko.

“It`s a book describing the case of a shadowsinger who lived five hundred years ago”, Kiko says, “He also had trouble with his powers, from what I`ve been able to gather. I don`t know the book, or the author, but shadowsinging is considered a Higher Art, same as witchcraft. Maybe you`ll be able to find something useful in it.”

“Thank you”, Miryam says, not bothering to hide her relief. If there was another person who struggled with the same things and made it out of it, she might just be fine. “Truly.”

Kiko`s skin turns an even deeper red. “Anytime. And I`ll continue looking. If I find anything, I`ll let you know.”

“Thank you”, Drakon says and glances at a clock that’s standing in the corner. “I’m afraid Miryam and I have to get going. I told my guards we’d be back in three hours, and I don’t know what they’ll do if we’re late.”

Miryam thanks Kiko again, then steps back a few steps to let him and Drakon say goodbye in private. The two of them hug, Kiko says something that makes Drakon laugh, then they break apart.

“Take care, you two!”, Kiko calls after them as they walk back through the library. Drakon waves back over the shoulder at him.

When they are out of the library and walking through the university town again, Drakon nods to the second book Miryam still holds in her hands. “And what is that?”

“A spellbook.” She reaches for his hand and smiles. “Coming here was a wonderful idea, Drakon. Thank you.”

He smiles back at her. “I just hope this book we found will help.”

 Back in their camp, Miryam spends the entire night reading in the book about the shadowsinger while Jurian sleeps next to her. The book isn`t helpful. Not in the slightest.

Dread growing with each page, Miryam reads the scarily blunt description of what happened to that long-ago shadowsinger. It started with trouble with controlling his abilities. Small at first, then bigger and bigger, until he had outbursts where he entirely lost control. The symptoms the author describes are scarily similar to what Miryam is struggling with, just applied to a different set of powers. But it didn`t end there. After a while, he started to lose touch with reality. Could no longer tell what was real and what imagined. Saw things that weren`t there. After two years, he died during one of his magical outbursts.

Miryam carefully closes the book and puts it on her nightstand. Blows out the candle.

She spends the rest of the night sobbing into her pillow.

But in the morning, when Drakon asks her if she found anything in the book, she makes herself smile. “It was very helpful.”

It’s not like there’s anything they can do about it, anyways. Better to focus on winning the war than to waste time on a problem that doesn’t have a solution.

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[marvelstarwarsetc]

All We Know- Daryl Dixon

PART EIGHT

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Cussing, Violence, Gore (The fact that its the walking dead should be warning enough lol)

Summary: Finding her way back to her sisters was all that mattered to her. When the world ended she had lost everything, so finding them became all that mattered. Or at least, it was, until she stumbled across a redneck hunting in the woods.

*Starts in Season 1 and will be a multi part fic*

Part One  Part two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five  Part Six  Part Seven  Part Seven (Daryl’s POV)

When Y/n woke it was in the passenger seat of Daryl’s old pickup truck, with Daryl sitting in the driver’s seat beside her. She tried her best not to, but couldn’t help the groan of pain that escaped her lips when she tried to lift her head off the seat.

“Woah, Ya alright?” Daryl’s voice filled the truck, and for some reason Y/n found herself fighting back a smile at the concern laced into his tone. She hummed in confirmation before turning her head to look out the window, watching the trees that whizzed by.

“Where are we going?” She asked curious, though she had to admit she wasn’t mad they were leaving the quarry camp. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to handle staying there after all that’s happened.

“Jim got bit, was bringin’ ‘im ta the CDC. He didn’ make it.”

Y/n didn’t know Jim very well, at all really. But she couldn’t help the pang of sadness she felt when she thought about all the people the group just lost. “How long til’ we get there?” 

“Bout an hour looks like, already been drivin’ a while ‘fore ya woke up. How’s ya face?”

At the question it was like Y/n finally remembered what happened with Andrea, her throbbing face finally making itself known to the woman. She didn’t blame Andrea for hitting her, not at all. Which is why she took each hit her sister threw at her without complaint, because she knew Andrea needed to get her frustrations out and Y/n knew how to take a punch. But the longer she thought about it, the longer she thought about how long Andrea just left Amy there, waiting for their sister to wake back up. Andrea was fully intending on letting Amy wake up as a monster just so she could try to clear her conscience. It was selfish, and Y/n didn’t know if she’d be able to forgive her older sister for it.

Y/n held plenty of guilt when it came to Amy too. All the unanswered text messages, the voicemails that were never listened to. The years that Y/n neglected both of her sisters and kept them away from their niece and nephew. But no matter what, Y/n would never have let Amy wake up like that just so that she could apologize. Not ever. And it hurt her to think that Andrea could. 

“I’m sure it looks worse than it is,” Y/n tried to dismiss, but the words were harder for her to get out than she’d like to admit. Just moving her face to speak was a chore, and she started to regret letting Andrea hit her as many times as she did.

It was obvious that Daryl had more questions, she knew she would have. But the hunter didn’t say anything else as the two drove down the road in silence. 

She could see the Grimes’ truck at the front of the line, with Dale’s RV behind them, and Shane’s jeep at the rear, right behind Daryl’s truck. She briefly wondered where the Morales’ were as there was no way the family of four wouldn’t have taken their own car, but the thought was forgotten as they all pulled up in front of the CDC.

The front of the CDC looked like a war zone, corpses everywhere, both military and civilians. Sand bag barricades had been constructed to reinforce security at the entrance, probably when shit had really started to hit the fan. The smell was something awful, Y/n noticed as everyone started to get out of their vehicles. There were no walkers in the area at that moment, but she took her tactical knife out just in case, as Daryl had with his crossbow. 

The smell seemed to get stronger and stronger as the group moved closer to the CDC, and Y/n was on high alert when various group members started coughing. She knew the sound would no doubt draw walkers to their location.

“All right, everybody. Keep moving. Go on. Stay quiet. Let’s go,” Shane whispered as he moved to bring up the rear of the group with Daryl and Y/n. For a moment Daryl wondered if Y/n should be ready to take on walkers so soon after getting the shit beat out of her, but that seemed to be the last thing on the woman’s mind as she stayed alert.

When the group finally made it to the doors of the CDC the stench coming from the sea of dead bodies was almost suffocating, and various people started retching from the smell. Suddenly Daryl handed a bandanna over to Y/n while he tied one over his nose and mouth, and she wondered for a second where the hell he got these from before she took the bandanna from the man and secured it over her own bruised face.

Rick tried to roll down the security door, but to everyone’s horror the door didn’t budge. “Nothing?” Shane asked as he pushed against the door himself, pounding on it for good measure.

It was getting dark quickly, and growing harder and harder to ignore that they were sitting ducks out here in the open like this.

 “There’s nobody here.” T-dog said, the annoyance and worry showing in his tone. Everyone looked to Rick then, as he seemed to be looking over the door frantically for an answer. ”Then why are these shutters down?”

The groans of walkers started to fill the streets, causing panic to fill everyone in the group. Lori and Carol both clutched their children tightly to their chests as Daryl called out to warn everyone when the first walker could be seen making it’s way towards the group.

“You led us into a graveyard!” Daryl accused Rick, sending an arrow flying towards a walker when he noticed Y/n move to take it out with her knife.

“He made a call,” Dale defended in that voice that bordered on condescending, causing Daryl to snap back at him. “It was the wrong damn call!”

Shane turned towards Daryl defensively, “Just shut up. You hear me? Shut up. Shut up!” Before he turned his attention back to his best friend, his tone softening. “Rick this is a dead end.”

“Where we gonna go?” Carol asked, fear clear in her voice as she looked down at her daughter.

“She’s right,” Lori started, “We can’t be here, this close to the city after dark.”

And Lori was right. The city was the worst place to be right now, and by the looks of the street it wasn’t any better here either.

“Fort Benning, Rick—still an option.”

The rest of the group started arguing about where to go. About how fort benning was too far for the amount of supplies they had. The children started crying as more and more walkers came into view, and Daryl started shooting as many as he could to try and keep Y/n from having to use her knife. Y/n thought about shooting some with the shotgun Rick had given her, but her eye sight wasn’t the best after the beating she had gotten and the sound would only draw more walkers to them.

“All right, everybody back to the cars. Let’s go. Move.” Shane ordered, before Rick seemed to have notice something the others didn’t.

 “The camera—it moved.”

“You imagined it,” Dale dismissed.

“It moved.”

“Rick, it is dead, man. It’s an automated device. It’s gears, okay? They’re just winding down. Now come on.” Everyone started to move back towards the cars, Y/n and Daryl still watching for walkers that got too close, but Rick just stood by the door. Not moving a muscle.

“Man, just listen to me. Look around this place. It’s dead, okay? It’s dead. You need to let it go, Rick. Rick, there’s nobody there.” Shane put himself in between the door and his best friend, trying desperately to get his friend to just give up and get back to the cars. But Rick only fought past him, beating on the door instead.

“I know you’re in there. I know you can hear me.”

Shane only ignored his friend, turning his attention back to the rest of group again. “Everybody get back to the cars now!”

“Please, we’re desperate. Please help us. We have women, children, no food, hardly any gas left.”

At the sight of her husband desperately pleading to a closed door, Lori ran up to Rick. “Rick, there’s nobody here.” But Rick only ignored her as he continued to talk to whoever he thought was listening on the other side.

“We have nowhere else to go.”

“If you don’t let us in, you’re killing us!”

Shane and Lori tried their best to move Rick away from the door while everyone else kept their eyes open, fighting back any walkers they could. By now there were more and more walkers gaining on them, and Glenn, T-dog, and Y/n started taking them down with their knives.

“You’re killing us! You’re killing us! You’re killing us!” Rick screamed on repeat while almost everyone were just begging him to get into the cars as it became less and less safe for them out in the open.

For a minute it seemed like Shane might just get Rick to the cars, and then the unthinkable happened.

The large metal door to the CDC opened with a hiss of steam.

[pffbts]

hobi x y/n just sitting down and journaling together, whether it be digital journaling, pen to paper journaling, and filming a journal with me video together. ( this really is just for me to feed the y/n college life that I can only dream of)(tbh,its really hard to imagine hobi journaling, so maybe have him just looking at me journals?? looking at my old journals maybe instead of writing his own?? or maybe even being a brat and going off on how it doesn't help him and he thinks that its weird)

(cont.) + and like, continuing what i just wrote, maybe he’s reading my old journals and talking about the past me vs the present me??? ( I’m just giving u ideas I swear I’m not trying to direct u onto writing like a commission or some ish) 🙇🏻‍♀️

GENRE. fluff; angst (minimal)

CHARACTERS. jung hoseok x reader | no supporting character.

W.C. 2K

AUTHOR`S NOTE. this is, at the end became a really cosy fic. i, though planned to write something energetically―maybe it`s because i was listening to this while writing, i ended up making a peaceful fic. anyway, thanks for sending in your idea, baby! and happy reading, bub!

LIYAN`S VERSION | the one who requested.

[10:44 AM] [and, there will only remain the words we wrote.]

―beads of perspiration gather up across your forehead sticking your baby hairs against it in that annoying way as ever. but you had to finish your laundry, so you lift your laundry basket up in both of your arms and walked further away from your apartment and towards the destination.

hoseok had exactly ten minutes left before he arrives at your place from his quick visit at the dance academy but while on his way towards your place, he couldn`t pin out what came over his mind, he dropped by a stationery shop to buy some stickers because he knows you love them but you also love it the best when he buys them for you as a complimentary gift.

though his ways of telling you are very little and like flash before your eyes, you`re always quick enough to catch up on it. after all, you had your own ways of knowing him.

you witness the flush of the water inside the machine and the cup of coffee that you held in your hand remain tightly captured in your palm. you`ve always been a nervous wreck whenever you hold something in your hand. it`s strange how this might look really ridiculous to others but for you, this is the one thing you`re scared of and that`s letting go.

you feel the constant tapping of your feet and as you look at the clock on the wall and the spins of the machine simultaneously your mind goes back to that one place your person lives. you understand that you can`t wait to reach to him.

as you hear the sudden alarm of your laundry being finished, you jump from your seat, flipping the now empty cup in the bin next to you. crouching down in front of the machine, you pull out the washed clothes and settle them rather messily in the laundry basket. there`s a rush in your system and you could almost feel it reaching the tip of your fingers now. you watch the slight tremble of your fingers but chose to quickly rub it off you head.

no one knows apart from you that it`s been five months and finally you were having hoseok over at your place. when you had offered to visit him at his dance academy, he said not to worry about that and offered himself to come over at your place.

you smile at the casual remembrance and walk out of the laundry shop, your arms now filled with energy.

hoseok, who has another set of keys jiggling happily in his jean`s pockets, took them out ever so carefully and used it to open the door of your apartment but was met with a sudden empty air when he realizes that you`re currently not at home. his eyes quickly shift to the brand new neatly white painted chair and table you had bought two weeks ago. you had sent him the pictures the moment you settled them in their current place, right at the front of the biggest window of your apartment.

he walks forward, taking out the stickers he bought while on his way here. some days he would end up buying a whole month`s supply of stickers for you and that someday somehow ended up becoming today. he knows already that you`re probably going to scold him as usual but that`s not the biggest issue here. he was getting worried where you would be at this hour. it is disgustingly hot outside and he hoped you`re wearing light clothes.

while he kept himself worried, he decides to revert his attention on the occupants of the neatly coloured table. the top of the table doesn`t look much neat in his eyes but it looks kind of aesthetic which hoseok didn`t complain about. he knows you`re a little messy so he keeps himself casual and doesn`t bring up his own neat freak from inside. he settles himself in the chair and picks up the journal that was closest to his reach.

seeing from a far, anyone can tell how much that table said about the owner herself. the flowers are fresh as usual, which means the owner changes it every day. the lampstand is clean as a white cream, the pencils, the pens, the markers, the highlighters, the thin ribbons, the gum stick, the whitener and last but not the least the still stocked stickers. each and everything was sitting in their designated place. if anyone wanted to know if the owner has a person close to her or not, they can look at the photo collage stand where polaroids of her and her person`s smiling faces are prominently visible. their happy moments are captured in time and though the time has frozen in that particular picture, the feelings inside those two humans grow with abundant depth.

it dawns upon hoseok how much he has missed you. when he traces the edge of the journal with his fingers, he dies to feel a little bit of your warmth against his own too. without another thought, he opens up the journal to the page you last wrote:

[sunflower sticker] day 152 / time: 07:23 AM―first of all, today we`re going to use only sunflowers and if i run out of sunflowers we`ll use the sun because today hobi is coming back after five months!!! i missed him a lot [sad emoji] and i`m so happy that today he`s finally coming over. i don`t know why but i`ve a feeling that he`ll probably buy a bunch of stickers again. the weather seems better today. it`s been less gloomy and too much sunny. i hope it doesn`t become too hot later on. [three extra sun stickers]

[ten sun + two sunflowers stickers] time: 10:30 AM―TOO MUCH HOTNESS and i`ve too many laundries to do. ugh, [angry emoji] why didn`t i notice that i was piling up so much, maybe college was too stressful this week (?). it`s almost time and he`ll be here and i don`t want to get a nag from him because of how much messy and lazy i become when he isn`t here. anyway, it`s getting late. i should probably get down to business.

so you must be at the laundry right now―

as hoseok`s realization dawns upon him, he hears the sound of the entrance door opening. he gets up immediately and pushes back the chair in its place.

“aaahhh for a second, i thought i didn`t lock the door!” you exclaim, putting down the laundry basket in the rack beside the washroom, “also―”

without realizing what happened in front of your eyes, you feel trapped inside the warm encasement of hoseok`s arms and chest pressing right against you. you try squinting your eyes open and your eyelashes were met with the slightly moist strands of hoseok`s hair. your fingers move to softly caress them. so, he`s really been growing his hair out. you feel him giving you soft pressed kisses against your neck and as you crane your neck a little to give him that extra access, he pulls his face away only to lean in and give you a kiss on your mouth. it`s like you had the fastest shift in your moods and you weren`t complaining in any way.

“hobi―” you try speaking only to be cut off as he gives another kiss at the corner of your lips, “no talking.”

“but―” he pulls you against him much more tightly before you could finish your second attempt at talking. right that moment you realize that you`re completely wrapped in his arms, he had completely captured you in the nest and you had no other way out but to finally return the gaze he has upon you.

“i saw you were reading my journal.” you say and almost thanked the heavens for not letting him stop your mid-start.

he nods his head slowly and pushes out his lower lip humming at you, “you were all sunflowers and suns today. care to give out the reason?”

“i was planning to but then i thought i will let you figure it out.” you shake your head with disapproval.

“oh, but baby i already got it.” and when he smiled like that, you felt like your heart collapse from the insides of your ribs and ended up at the pit of your intestines. your felt your neck heating up while you tried wiggling out of his grip.

this time, hoseok did let you out of his embrace and followed you as you sat down to write down the next update of your day`s whereabouts. as your hand reached for the pen, you saw a sandpaper bag sitting there when it wasn’t there this morning. you lift your head up to catch the anticipation filled eyes of hoseok.

“i―” i always tell you not to do this, you almost said your usual sentence but because you are seeing him after a long time and because of your inner anxiety for people and things leaving you behind didn`t work out on hoseok, you decided to vocally appreciate his effort of at least remembering your likes. “i`m glad you always do this for me,” you tangle your fingers with his slim ones, his veins providing the smooth crests and troughs against your skin and before hoseok see through your mind, you take his hand and lay them across your cheek, closing your eyes for a moment taking in that familiar sense of protection and warmth from him. “i`m glad you`re here again. i missed you a lot.”

when hoseok leans in and holds your face against his stomach, he caresses the top of your head.

“i missed you a lot too. i couldn`t wait to come back home and see you doing things you love, saying things that are on your mind, eating things you crave for, and mostly, i missed reading your daily journals. i missed living in your world.”

later that afternoon, while you were lying down on your futon beside the table and reading the newly bought book after a heavy lunch date with hoseok, you watched him sitting at your place in the chair and with a heavily concentrated face he was taking one sticker out at once and pasting them on the sides of your writings, sometimes he was taking the markers to draw little lilies and sunflowers, sometimes he added little messages like reply here and there in-between your lines.

and, you, more than concentrating on the contents of the book in your hand or the interactions in-between the characters were mostly invested in observing the wonders that hoseok`s hands did and you were sure you felt tingles inside your chest when you saw him smiling that satisfied smile whenever he was happy with his input. his hair which has been growing out a lot faster these days gave him a casual and carefree look. his extremely loose white tee and his tightly fitted jeans gave him such a beautiful look, you thought how can a person look this ethereal without even giving any effort. also, the descending sunlight that covered the place where he sat. the fading sun illuminated and made his smile into a bigger picture.

you sigh and he catches that giving you smiling eyes before going back to doing what he was into. you stretch out your legs further and finally looked back at your opened book and dived in with the smell of happiness lingering in the air around you.

fin.

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A/N: I wrote this for @genderfluid-enderdragon‘s challenge and also for their void trio au! :D I listened to Carribean Blue by Enya while writing this.

Grian sneezed and huddled miserably under his blanket. This stupid new world was going to be the death of him, it really was. Between the never-ending rain and, subsequently, the never-ending mob spawns, it was a miracle he had survived this long.

He sneezed again. He was definitely sick with something, although he didn;t know what. Pneumonia, probably. Or maybe just the flu. Either way, he couldn’t sleep without waking himself up because of all the coughing he was doing. If he just got up and fixed the leaks in the roof, he’d probably get better quicker, but he was so tired that he could barely move, much less build.

It rained harder. The fire went out.

Grian wanted to cry.

Lightning lit up a shadow on his front porch that was definitely not supposed to be there. Grian sat up and a few of his blankets fell away.

“Hello?” he called, but it was no use. Thunder boomed at the exact moment that he spoke, drowning out any other sounds.

Someone opened the front door and rushed inside, cursing. The wind blew the door back open and the stranger dragged Grian’s table in front of it to hold it shut. The stranger sighed - whether in relief or exhaustion, Grian couldn’t tell.

“Umm… hello?” Grian tried.

The stranger whirled around. He was older than Grian was expecting, with a wild grey beard and wrinkles around his eyes. His eyes were dark like obsidian. He wore no armor, only a dripping wet leather cloak and a small backpack. In his hand, he carried a diamond pick.

“Ehm. Sorry about that,” said the stranger gruffly. “Didn’t realize there was anyone living here. Looked abandoned. No offense.”

“It’s fine,” said Grian. “Better in here than out there.”

“You got that right.” The stranger wrung out his beard, dripping water all over the floor. “Haven’t seen a storm like this in years.”

“So it’s not like this often here?”

“Nah.” The stranger glanced at him. “You from a different world?”

“Yeah. I’m Grian, by the way.”

“TinFoilChef. You can call me TFC.”

“Nice to meet you.”

TFC grunted and swung his backpack onto the table. “Where’s that blasted flint…” He pulled it out of his backpack with a triumphant “Aha!” and crossed the floor to the dampened fireplace.

“I think it’s too wet…” Grian started, but when TFC righted himself, a fire was crackling in the hearth.

“How’d you do that?” Grian exclaimed.

“You don’t live as long as I have without learnin’ a few tricks,” he said.

“Can you teach me?”

TFC snorted. “Teach you? Boy, you don’t look like you could even move right now.” Grian bristled, but TFC continued. “If you’re feeling up to it once the storm blows over, you can come with me too my base and I’ll give you a few tips.”

He beat Grian’s couch cushions into shape and laid down. “Damn. My joints ain’t what they used to be.” He pulled his still-wet cloak over himself like a blanket. “Go to sleep.”

And somehow, miraculously, Grian did.

—————-

When he woke up the next morning, the sky was blue and the storm had subsided. The fire wasn’t lit anymore, but the coals still glowed. TFC was nowhere to be seen.

Grian stretched and rubbed his eyes. Had TFC been some sort of hallucination brought on by his addled brain?

Speaking of his addled brain, his head hurt much less this morning. He shoved his blankets away and stood up. His head swam and he immediately sat back down. Not completely better, then.

He glanced around the little cabin. On his table, there was a little piece of paper. He stood up, slower this time, and examined it. There were some coordinates and a message written on it: Come see me when you’re better. -TFC The coordinates were about 500 blocks away.

Grian gathered up his meager supplies and headed out. He had a lot of walking to do.

The walk was far more treacherous than it had any right to be. The majority of the area was unlit, leaving plenty of spawnable spots. Grian only had an iron sword at the moment, and it was quickly losing durability. To make matters worse, it was becoming increasingly clear that he was still very, very sick. At one point he coughed so hard that he actually had to hunch over and stop walking.

By the time he reached TFC’s base, it was well into the afternoon and all he wanted to do was go back to sleep. He coughed once more and knocked on TFC’s door. He waited a few minutes and knocked again.

It took a few more minutes, but TFC finally answered the door. He raised his eyebrows and looked down at Grian. “I thought I told you not to come over until you felt better?”

Grian shrugged pitifully. “I did feel better at first.”

TFC grumbled to himself and held the door open. “Get in here.”

Grian followed him inside. They went down a long, long, long staircase which opened into a small room.

“Hey, Tin, what’s this? Fresh meat?”

Grian took a step back. A man in red armor the likes of which Grian had never seen before was lounging on a couch across the room. He wore a helmet, and between that and his distorted voice, it was impossible to tell if he was joking.

“Quit scaring the kid,” said TFC. “Ex, this is Grian. Grian, this fool is Ex.”

“Short for Evil Xisuma,” said Ex. “It’s ‘cause I’m evil.”

“He won’t do you any harm,” TFC said. “Worst thing about him is the way he struts around showin’ off like a peacock.”

Ex pointed a finger a TFC. “I resent that remark.”

TFC ignored him. “Can he stay in your room? I’d let him use on of the others, but, well you know.”

“Yeah, sure. Don’t touch any of my stuff.”

TFC pointed down the hallway. “Go down there, take a right, first door you see. Take a nap, kid.”

“I don’t need -”

TFC fixed him with a stern look. “Kid. You ain’t gonna get better until you take care of yourself. Go take a nap.”

“He’s not going to let up until you listen to him,” Ex advised. “Better just to get it over with.”

If he was completely honest with himself, Grian didn’t really want to argue. “Okay.”

“I’ll come get you when it’s time for dinner,” said TFC. “Sleep well.”

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Exelor

Chapter IV - Conclusion

Here is the fourth and final part! Enough drama and action, this one comes with fluff and comfort and a little funny ending!

I hope you like it and in the next story, it goes to the academy!

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I was a bit nervous when I finally got there. So I allowed myself to take a deep breath before I knocked. The few seconds I waited for the door to finally open made me think for a moment that I probably didn´t look dazzling, but I couldn´t get any further. I heard his come in, then I stepped through the door and found no one.

"Chris?"

I gave my brief orientation, then became a bit hectic.

"Chris!" I hurried off and almost wanted to panic when I found him sitting at his desk. "Yes, excuse me." He looked at me. "I was in thought." Slowly he got up. "What are you doing here?" "Are you serious?"

I stared at him. His face was scratched, his lip torn open, the cut on his forehead pulled to his ear, even on his nose dried blood stuck. In several places his uniform was torn, bloodied, and as he came up to me, he limped slightly.

"You belong to the sick bay." "I was sure you had enough to do." "Don´t let Boyd hear that." "I'm sure he knows." He tried to smile at me, but he didn´t get far, thanks to his damaged lip, then he swayed a bit. "Okay, that's enough."

I walked up to him, grabbed his arm, pulled him the few steps to his bed and asked him to sit down. Quickly I turned off the suitcase, opened it and pulled out the tricorder. I scanned the body with the scanner and sent the data to the sick bay, but I could tell he was not seriously injured.

"And Doc, what does it look like?" "That's not funny." I put the tricorder back in the suitcase, went slightly to my knees and pulled on the zipper of his uniform. "Get out of this thing." Carefully I pulled it from his shoulders, which went not without pain sounds. Then I reached for the hem of his undershirt and he didn´t come out without pain. As soon as the fabric was down, I could see why. There was a decent bruise on his right shoulder that stretched over the entire shoulder blade.

"You're lucky that your bones are still all intact." I threw his clothes on the floor, then I took a hypospray and administered a dose of painkillers, heparin, and anti-inflammatories. Immediately I could see how he relaxed a bit.

"Thanks." He looked at me. "I have not done anything yet." I smiled slightly, then fished the skin regenerator out of the suitcase and turned to face him. I knelt on the mattress next to him and started with the big wound on his forehead.

"How did that happen?" The machine did its work and closed the bloody scratch. "Explosive against shuttle transporter." He closed his eyes. "Do you want to guess who pulled the short straw?" "Chris, that was hours ago."

I reached for a swab and ran over the skin, which was now closed, but still red. Then I moved on with his cheek. This type of regulator also fights bruises and blue spots, making them break down faster, but still he would look a bit more colorful than usual for a day or two.

"I came back only half an hour ago." "Please do not talk." I turned to his lip. "That could have been ended worse. You could have broken your skull, probably there was not much missing and you would have smashed your shoulder, broken your leg. "I sighed, then looked into his eyes. He was tired and done. His face reflected what was going on in his head. "You could have died." "That's the risk when you leave this ship for the field." "Chris, that's not funny." I dropped my hands, then looked at him. "You know it." "I just read it." Now he put his head back.

"Dr. Boyd tried everything, but Donovan was already in a terrible state when he arrived here. "I put down the regulator and reached for the hand, the wrist of which he clutched. "Let me see, please." I ran the tricorder over his hand again, he had sprained it badly, one of the metacarpal bones was cracked, but not postponed. "That could hurt a little." I took the osteosynthesiser and ran it over his hand. He winced.

 "I held his hand until the transporter carried him away." Chris watched me guiding the blue beam over his hand. "I've seen enough injured crew members to know when it's bad for someone." Then he looked me in the eye.

"You really couldn´t have done anything." I put my hand on his cheek, he lifted his free and closed his fingers around it. "And even though it's terribly selfish, I'm so glad nothing has happened to you." I leaned over and kissed his forehead, he closed his eyes as I leaned my head against his. Then I pulled myself together again and looked at him.

"Are you in pain?" Slowly I let myself sink back onto my legs. He shook his head. I looked for my communicator.

"Crap."

When I looked at Chris, he smiled a little, then grabbed at his belt and pulled down his communicator. "You really have to learn to think about it." "I'm just starting to learn." I snapped it open. "Zimmer to Dr. Boyd."

"Cathrin did you find him?" "Yeah, I did, he's fine so far." I felt him watching me. "I sent you the diagnostic data." "I have them here." "I've taken care of the wounds and the small fracture, heparin for the bruises and painkillers." "Good." Boyd cleared his throat. "Chris, I want to see you tomorrow and no re-speech." He only nodded slightly, so I answered instead. "He nodded." "Rest, both of you, Boyd End." I closed the communicator again and put it away.

"You heard it."

I smiled slightly, then briefly stroked the hematoma on his shoulder. That made him flinch. "I would put on a bandage that combats the swelling and the pain." I let my hand lie briefly on his skin when I felt him relax under my fingers. "Do you want to take a shower first?" "No." He turned a little to me. "No, I just want to sleep." "Okay." I pulled the bandages out of my suitcase, tore open the packaging and began to supply his shoulder. "Hold on tight." I pulled a few laps around his chest and then up over his shoulder. I praised myself briefly for my professionalism, then I fixed the end and turned to his hand. "I'm afraid that will hurt tomorrow anyway."

"Could be worse." He smiled weakly at me. "For example?" I returned it while I bandaged his hand. "Phil could be sitting here now."

This made me laugh a little despite the gruesome day, then I got up and packed my things together. "Should I help you chance?" Now he had to laugh briefly. "I'm not going to tell you what's been going through my head right now." "Why not?" I found his pajamas in the chair in the corner of the bedroom, picking it up and bringing it to him. "Because it's indecent." He raised his eyebrows. I smiled at him, then took the T-shirt. "I also thought that if I took you out off this uniform, it wouldn´t be because I had to see if everything was still intact." "Good to know."

Then he surprised me by pulling me to him and onto his lap. I closed my arms around his shoulders and looked at him. God, how I would have kissed him and let this kiss carry us on, but he was hurt and we were not at all fit for what we had in mind. I started to tip my nose around his, feeling him open his lips a bit and that made my purpose even more unstable. His hands went under my jacket and I let him pull it from my shoulders.

When he closed me in his arms again, I put my hands to his face. I couldn´t get enough of the look he was giving me. He glared at me passionately and I was sure that the same desire could be read in my eyes. I ran my thumb over his cheek, rested my forehead against his, and pressed against him, kissing him. He returned it just as violently, before his hands slid down my back to hug me tightly. Chris picked me up and I pulled away from him.

 "No, not wait!" My whispered warning came too late. I felt him clench and not succeed in suppressing a pain. It didn´t help that I slipped sideways on him as he let go of me. "Oh damn." He dropped back onto his good shoulder and grabbed at the injured one. "I forgot about that." "Me too." I jumped up and took the hypospray with the painkillers out of my pocket. I injected it directly into the muscle and stroked his back until I felt him relax.

"Sorry." I gave him a kiss on his shoulder. "You should really try to sleep and that." I leaned over him and smiled at him. "We skip." "Agreed." He blinked slowly, then tried to sit up again, so I stood up, grabbed his good arm and pulled him up. I grabbed the shirt.

"Arms up. Well, at least one. "He giggled slightly, then raised his arm, threading his sleeve, pulling it over his head and down his injured side. My fingers brushed his skin a little, the slight sigh that slid away from him made goose bumps over my body, but I pulled myself together. "Trousers?" "I'll just let that on." "Chris, it's full of blood and filth." I handed him my hand. "Come on, I'm not looking." I smiled when he immediately knew what I was referring to. "That just seems like a hundred years ago." He let me pull myself to my feet, the medication unfolded their full effect, he became a little sleepy.

"Only fifty." Slowly, I released my grip on him. "Can you do it alone?" "I do my best."  I smiled, then turned to get him a glass of water. I heard the belt buckle rattle, fabric rustling before something flew across the room and slammed against the wall behind the chair. "That gives only five points." "Ah, I can live with that. Okay, you can go back. "He smiled. "How old are we?" "You are as old as you feel. Something about three hundred years at the moment." "Plus minus a few weeks." He couldn´t suppress the yawning. "Let's go to bed." I went to him, took him by the hand and pulled him to his bed. Chris sank down on the mattress, then slowly lay down. "Shall I wake you up tomorrow?" "The computer can do that." He still held my hand. "Stay here." "What?" I smiled uncertainly. "Sleep here." He replied. "I think none of us should be alone." "You know." I sighed a little. "That's a good idea."

 Also, I was too tired to protest and the way to my quarters seemed endless. I took off my boots, then sat on the bed. I felt Chris slip sideways, then reach for my hand and pull me towards him. I threw the blanket over both of us, then turned so I could look at him, and slid so close to him that I could lay my forehead against his. It felt so good to have him back again, save here in my arms.

He put his arm around me and closed his eyes. He fell asleep almost immediately, and when I watched him for a few minutes, my eyes closed and I let myself into a deep sleep.

 ******

 Calling the events of the next few days on Exelor chaotic would have been a catastrophic understatement. After the USS Intrepid came in as support, we were able to bring the situation under control relatively quickly and give people the help they needed.

Despite everything, we were not fast enough, there were more than a hundred deaths to mourn and these were not just due to the epidemics. The radical group, which wanted to force the government to redeem the dubious deals with the Orionsyndiakt, had taken all the blame. Both, the outbreak of the flu, as well as the attack with the bio-weapon took on their account, what had been necessary, the Orion had procured.

In order to protect the population, the Federation Council had agreed to the rapid, provisional admission of the colony, but put it under harsh and imposed strict conditions. It took days to take care of all the injured and sick and I was at the end of my strength when the last colonist finally left us.

"How did you like your first lesson in galactic politics?" Boyd watched as I filled one of the treatment rooms with everything needed to run it smoothly. "Great." I squinted at him. "When will it continue?" I leaned against one of the cabinets. "It was awful." I slowly closed my eyes. "I thought humanity would now be beyond such games?" Boyd didn´t say anything, I was pretty sure I had had that conversation with him or Number One in those days before.

"I've never been so scared." "About your life?" The experienced doctor raised his eyebrows. "Cathrin, if you have this." "No, not for my life. I'm well aware that I'm exposing myself to dangers that I may not be able to survive, but I was not aware."

"That you could lose loved ones too?" He suddenly stood beside me, his hand on my shoulder and a look on his face that reminded me so much of my father that it almost hurts.

"The news that there were fighting down there hit me completely unprepared."

"You lost your heart to the Captain of the Federation flagship." He put his arm around me and hugged me. "And, as I'm sorry to say, he's unbeatable in getting himself into trouble." That made me laugh for a moment.

"And from all that I've seen in the last few days, my love, you are well on your way to join him." Again, I couldn´t help it. "The first foreign mission and you cannot think of anything better than completing it with a command refusal." "I'm sorry doctor." I looked at him, I had not thought of that yet. "Am I getting in trouble now?" "Yes, you do." We turned and found Chris leaning against the doorframe. Judging by the grin on his face, he stood there for a while. "Would you please excuse us, Phil?" "Of course." Boyd smiled at me before winking slightly, then left. "Be nice, Chris." He laughed slightly, then looked at me sternly.

"Captain." I took stance. "I apologize for my wrongdoing, but in this situation and given the circumstances, it seemed appropriate to me to join Doctor Maya's decision. And she acted in the interests of her patients. " "That's what her report says. By the way, she implores me to exclude you and Ensign Freeman from all allegations. "

I figured I shouldn´t say anything about it, so I just saw him kicking off the doorframe and walking toward me. "But, just to make that clear, Cadet." He did his best not to smile. "Insubordination is no small matter and next time I cannot and will not be so forgiving."

"Yes Sir, understand." I looked at him. "I hope you were just as nice to Freeman?" "Of course, but he was a bit more worried than you." Chris gave an eyebrow. "At least, try to pretend to be a bit panicky."

"Okay." I stretched a little more. "Is that then everything Sir?" "That's all Cadet." He nodded to me. Now he was already grinning all over his face. "Dismissed."

"Aye Sir." I relaxed a bit and then left the treatment room. At the door I turned around briefly. "You enjoyed that a little bit too much." "Ohh, you have no idea." "Don´t get used to it." I winked at him and then just let him stand. It may be that he gave the orders here, but in this case I had the last word.

Masterlist

[thesunshinebunny]

Can I ask for a reaction of Noya and/or Hinata to a s/o who only sing in private? Love you

ahhhhhhhhhhhh They are my favorite characters. Knowing that they are at least my height (even though they are a few centimeters taller than me) makes me love them even more. As you did not specify what kind of reaction I will do headcanon, hopeyou like it…If you don´t, you can send me a request again

I use THIS song to do the request, for both of them (I know I know, I’m a really fan)

Hinata

You were never a person who told all the winds that youliked to sing, you only sang for yourself, and much more when you werestressed.

When you heard that someone was approaching, you stoppedimmediately and retake the part in which you stay immediately as soon as thatperson was already far away.

 Singing relaxed you.○  You have an exam, a melodic songto concentrate on.○  Hinata has a match, you sing thecheer with another melody to support      him.

One day you were leaving the high school when you passed thegym. You were surprised to see it empty.

It was really strange, usually Hinata trained almost 24/7with Kageyama until Daichi scolded them and sent them home.

But today … there was not even a soul.○There was no sign that told youanything.○ Maybe they had gone to trainelsewhere.○A friendly tournament? No,Hinata would have told me.

Whatever the reason was, you had it to yourself a freespace, large and quiet.

You inspected the place from top to bottom to make sure there was no one and you sat in the middle of the court. You left your backpack to one side and thought of a song.

The song came out alone.

There’s blinding haze of heat. 

My heart nearly skips a beat 

I get lost in the moment ‘til you pat me on the back 

You kept singing until you finished the song … or that’s what you wanted, because halfway through the song you heard the basket of balls falling to the ground and a ball passed by you.

You had been caught.

Slowly you looked back and visualized Hinata kneeling on the basket, with her head between her legs.

You were terrified.○ Even though Hinata was your boyfriend, or something like that, and you trusted him, you did not want him to discover your secret in this way.○ Bah, you didn´t want to be discovered like this.

You grabbed your things and ran out to the exit, but one hand stopped you.

“Hey, you sing very cute … beautiful actually. Why are you escaping?”

“No… no-I didn´t want you to find out like that. I don´t like singing in public.”

You were sorry and you did not think that excuse would help you at all.

“Does it give you stage fright?”

“No, no, it’s that…I do not like that many people hear me sing”

Hinata looked at you for a few seconds, she was meditating.○ For a moment you thought I was disappointed in you.

You were about to let go when his arms surrounded you and held you against his chest

“You have a beautiful voice, would you sing for me someday … please?”

Noya

The last hours of school before the winter holidays were noticeable in class.

Your classmates stopped paying attention and only discussed what would do on their days off each of them. ○ Some were going on a trip.○ Others would spend the holidays with their families.○ You on the other hand, well … it was not very well planned.

Yuu had invited you to spend some days with him while his parents were traveling, but the proposal had not been talked again.

But apparently Yuu thought otherwise, because when the last bell rang, he was already waiting for you at the door.

“Let’s go before it gets colder, I do not want to freeze my hair.”

“Yes, nobody wanted your blond lock to freeze.”

You went through your house first to pick up some clothes to change, among other things, and went directly to Yuu’s house.

The snow was beginning to fall and it was already struggling to walk the streets.

A few blocks from the house, Yuu realized he had forgotten to buy something in the store.

“I go to the store for supplies, come back immediately, you go home and get comfy”

He shot out in the opposite direction and for a moment you was afraid of him slipping and hurting himself.

When you had already lost sight of him, your fear disappear.

The first thing you did when you enter the house was turn on the heating.○ Now with a warm house you could be comfortable.

You changed to your pajamas and you settled on your bed and covered with the sheets.

You could see the snow fall through the window, hear the light wind, the calmness of the room. ○ Everything was very quiet.  ○ You closed your eyes for a moment and without realizing it you started       singing.

If I stumble, take a tumble

 Go ahead, serve me another

 And if I fall, I’ll give it my all 

‘Cause the fall is half the fight

At the end of the song, you opened your eyes and, to your surprise, locked yourself with huge brown eyes.○ You hadn’t heard him enter in the house and you didn´t know when he        had entered the room.○ He scared the shit out of you.

“You sing so pretty, can you sing something else?”

He looked like a puppy, his eyes shone and had a sweet smile on his lips.Not to mention that his hair was pulled down by the snow.○ He was more cute than usual.

“Sure, only if you promise that this keep between us.”

“You don´t like to sing in public?”

“No, I don´t feel very comfortable.”

He grabbed you by the hand and squeezed it lightly.

“I promise, please … keep going”

[maggyme13]

Teaming up

AN: This is my entry for  @buckysforeverprincess 500 Followers writing challenge.

somehow I could find a better title... sorry for that ;)

What happens when a female soldier has to go on a mission with two of the Avengers?

Prompt: “I thought you´d be bigger!”

Warnings: Cursing / strong language , blood (nothing too major), fightsene

Wordcount: around 1900

“Oi (y/n) did you hear the good news?” Stich asked his female comrade.

“What ya mean Stich?”, she asked their team medic way.

“Some of the Avengers are on base and have an operation. At least that is what I heard.” He beamed in excitement.

“Then better get your trading cards ready.” The young soldier mocked her friend.

“Why don´t you like them? They are famous and saved the world more than once.”

“They are just some private/ military mercenaries with some abilities. They choose the jobs they want and we get the ones they don´t want.” She sighted.

“Damn, what got your knickers in a twist today?” The tall black SEAL asked.

“It´s THE time of the month again.” Leon, their teams explosive expert piped in from the other side of their tent, ducking away from a magazine aimed at his head.

“It´s not!”

“True, Reaper would have shot you then.” The medic laughed and Leon stick out his tongue as an answer.

“I would shoot all of you, if you don´t shut up.” She said, “Fun aside, the General put me on Assheads team for the next mission. They must check some caves and need a dog handler. Unfortunately, most are not cleared for that and Cass is home with his pregnant wife; that only left me. To be honest, I prefer a bare knuckle fight with the winter soldier right now. Not Sergeant Barnes, but the fully brainwashed Hydra one.” (y/n) groaned and let herself fall backwards onto her cot.

“We feel you.  What do you think: Burgers, beer and stakes when you come back?”

“Yes, please. If I don´t shoot them before that and make it look like some attack.”

“We will neither miss them, not rat on you. No one would know it was you.” Stich.

“Yeah, only that Erick “Killmonger” dude had a bigger killcount and better results in as you. Thats why everybody calls you Reaper. Still can´t believe you denied the offer by the CIA.” Leon mused.

“I don´t like the Agencies, neither FBI, CIA or DEA. They all have their heads so far up their asses that they can´t see the obvious.” The young woman explained.

“You know, most of our missions come from them?”

“Enough of that. Who wants to join me for a spar? I really want to punch something.”

Soon, the whole SEAL Special Operations Team Gamma * was on their way to the training area.

“Who are you taking with you, Butcher or Cleaver?” The teams leader Chase asked her, throwing a punch at her.

“Butch. Cleav would eat Team Idiot alive.” She answered, deflecting the blow and attacked with a kick. “Then why don´t you take him?” He asked, jumping away from her kick.

“ The General told me to stand down and behave like a real SEAL would do. He gives a shit, that the whole team would leave me behind. And as a good SEAL, I will bite my tongue and work with Asshead and his team.” (y/n) stated, jumping her opponent’s shoulders and using the momentum to bring the man to the ground.

“I yield.” He mumbled, accepting her helping hand a second later.

“Look who we have here. The worst SEAL SO Team ever!” A male voice sneered from the other end of the training grounds.

Fuck me, why is he here?

“Stop looking in the mirror, princess. Some people are using life ammo here.” Leon snapped back.

“What do you want?” (y/n) asked, annoyance more than evident in her voice.

“The General just told us, you would join us on our next mission. Just wanted to tell you, we don´t like that and you better be ready at 1800 hours.”

“I know. Anything else?” She didn´t even bother to face him and had to suppress to throw a punch when she felt a hand clap down on her shoulder.

“Watch it.” Stich growled, and the whole team Gamma stepped closer to their comrade.

“You watch it. Everybody knows you´re just the last choice, we are the first. That’s why the little wanna be soldier is in your team.”

“The little wanna be soldier has one of the highest kill counts and best results in any training she ever did.” Leon countered and the young woman´s heard warmed over her comrades support.

“1800 and don´t forget your cur.” Asshead said and he left, his team following suit.

“He´s still angry you bested him in everything during mandatory.”

“Maybe if he gets the tree trunk out of his ass, he would be better.”

 Close to 1800 hours:

“Come on Butch, time to safe Assheads miserable life.” (y/n) mumbled into the fur of her Rottweiler- Tibetan- mastiff- mix. She had trained him as a protection and explosives detection K9.

Taking his usual position on her right side, woman and dog made their way towards the meeting point.

What are they doing here? I really don´t have the nerve to deal with someone high on celebrity status.

Standing with Team Idiot, were Sergeant Barnes and Sam Wilson aka Falcon from the Avengers.

“Finally.” Asshead glared, only to take a step back when Butch let out a deep growl and bared his teeth.

“You´re Reaper?” Barnes asked with a raised eyebrow.

“And that´s Butcher. Problem with that?”

“No, just thought you were male.”

“And I thought you´d be bigger.”, she snapped, tired that people think her a lower or worse soldier just because she was missing a dick between her legs.

“What?” He asked confused.

“I think she just called you small. Funny, usually the woman see you naked first.” Falcon laughed, clapping his hands.

“If you have a problem with me, like those idiots, because I don´t have a dick between my legs: suck it up. Now, I want to be here as much as I want to get eaten alive by maggots. Why don´t we hurry up and leave. The sooner we are gone, the sooner we are finished and back here.”

“First time I agree with you.” Asshead mumbled. “Call the press. A miracle just happened.” She groaned.

“ The General must be crazy to send you with us. Your menstrual ego will get us killed!”

If the two Avengers hadn´t realized it by now, they figured out then, that the female and Team Alpha didn´t get along at all.

“Trust me you would know if I was on my period. My clothes would be covered by your blood after I cut of your dick and shove it so far up your ass that you could blow yourself! If I get is past the tree trunk that is already sticking there.”

Her little outburst did nothing to calm down the hysterical laughter of Falcon, it only had made it even worse.

“But because that is unfortunately not the case. Where are we going and what are Mr and Mr Celebrity doing here?”

“The cave system you are about to check, might contain an old Hydra outpost. We are here to join and help you.” Falcon explained, not even faced with the nicknames she had given them.

“Alright, but stay out of Butchers way, don´t want to be held responsible if you can´t sit for a few days. That doesn´t count for you, fell free to get your ass eaten by a fifty kilo K9.” (Y/n) smiled innocently at Team Alpha.

Securing her weapons and checking her dogs harness and kevlar armour she got ready to depart, all the while team alpha was still shit chatting.

___

Three hours later, they arrived at their destination and the group of eight and one dog, climbed out of their rides; (y/n) and Butcher would go first to find an explosives free path, followed by the Avengers and Team Alpha at the rear.

Turning on her night vision, she followed her dog into the dark of the cave.

I hate night vision. I don´t have the ability to see, only to turn the world into all different shades of puke. But still better than running into a wall.

With every step she took, she felt eyes burn into the back of her head, but she ignored it.

Turning around a corner, she saw the change in Butchers stance and motioned for the others to stop.

Something is wrong.

But before she could warn them, she was tackled to the ground by a wall of muscles. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the others were attacked as well.

They weren´t alone anymore.

FUCK!

A strong arm closed around her throat, slowly cutting of her air supply, and Butcher was currently fighting his own foe, so she had to free herself.

Digging her nails into the assailant’s arm, she stabilized her body before giving a solid kick into the mans crown jewels, resulting in his grip to falter.

Being able again to breath, (y/n) grabbed her knife and embedded it into the mans skull, killing him instantly.

Canalizing all the anger and hate she had felt during that day, she made her way through the enemies, killing seven out of thirty attackers. She beheaded them, slit their throats or stabbed their eye sockets, it was just one huge mess and she was covered in blood afterwards.

“Damn, you really are a Reaper. Took out as much as team Alpha did together. Remind me to never get on your bad side.” Falcon whistled, taking in her appearance and the bodies on the floor.

“Will do, but can we continue? I don´t like the feeling of dried blood on my skin.”

It turned out that the attackers had the only ones left in the cave system and had some chemicals to hide from the K9´s nose.

Five hours later they entered the Base again and (y/n) saw her teammates already waiting for her.

Closing her door, she walked into a wall of muscles and metal.

“A moment?” The deep voice of Sergeant Buchanan Barns asked her, and she had a feeling she would be into deep shit then and there.

“I have to apologise for my behaviour earlier. It was unprofessional and I should have taken personal likings or disliking in that case out of a missions.” (y/n) started.

“No. It is me who needs to apologise. It was never my intention to make you uncomfortable. It was not my intention to let you think I believe you are less of a soldier because you miss a certain bodypart.” The Sergeant sounded sincere and she nodded at him, accepting his apology.

“Not to mention Natasha would probably kill him should she hear about this!” Sam Wilson piped up from the other side of the car.

“Shut up Wilson!” Barnes shouted back with a smile.

“And you are big. Not sure if I would be able to stand a chance against you. What ya think, my Team wanted to get burgers, stakes and beer, wanna join?” She invited the two Avengers.

“So, Truce?” The man with the metal arm asked with a grin.

“Truce.” She confirmed holding out her hand for him to shake.

“What was that with beer and stakes I just heard?” Falcon smiled.

“Come on. I know a certain someone that will be exited to meet you, like a child on Christmas eve.”

Maybe they are not just some mercenaries…

   Part 2

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Lost and Found

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Pairing: a tiny bit of Daryl x reader

Characters: (y/n), Paul “Jesus” Rovia, mentions of Daryl and Rick

Summary: Imagine (y/n)´s lost her way, both literal and in her life after the prison fell, leaving her alone and hurting. Paul has found her almost dying and has taken her to Hilltop. After some time she begins to realize what she did wrong and wants to find her family again.

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(y/n) was washing the dishes, when she heard familiar footsteps approaching her. She tried to concentrate on the bowl she was holding, maybe scrubbing it a bit too roughly. She knew what was about to happen. The footsteps stopped, probably two meters behind her. After a few second, the person came to her left side into her field of vision and leaned against the wall. “I don´t want to talk about it, Paul.” (y/n) said without looking at him. “I´m very much aware of that. But you should. Something is haunting you so much you wanted to leave Hilltop last night. I´m here to help.” He said sincerely, trying to get her to talk. She didn´t reply. “Why were you trying to leave?” He asked again. She let the bowl fall into the sink. “Because I´m a coward!” She shouted at him, regretting it immediately. But he didn´t even flinch. “No, you´re not. I know you, (y/n) , after all these months.” He said coming a little closer. (y/n) felt the desperate tears trying to find their way out of her eyes. “You don´t.” She just said and ran outside, not sure where she was going, only that she wanted to be away from people.

She climbed onto one of the watchtowers and just sat there gathering her thoughts. Paul saved her a couple of months ago – was it half a year already? (y/n) was at her worst back then, skinny, weak and dying of an infected cut.

The pain was getting unbearable. It was almost too hard to stand when she found an old grocery store, completely empty of any supplies of course. She had cut her calf pretty badly about three weeks ago. A couple of walkers had surprised her out of nowhere and as she had frantically run from them she slashed her leg on a piece of a rusty metal. She had been trying to find some antibiotics or at least a first aid kit for the past two weeks, when the fever started settling in her. By now, she didn´t even hope to find anything, she just wanted to lie down for a while and if she wasn´t about to wake up? Well, what the hell. The moment she closed the door of the shop, she noticed a movement behind one of the shelves. (y/n) was weak and absolutely exhausted but she kept her guard at all times. She drew her gun immediately. “Who´s there?” She called and the weakness was very much recognizable in her faint voice. “I don´t want any trouble, but I will shoot if you try anything.” She hadn´t met anyone in a the past three months and the anxiety of a possible confrontation made her heart skip a beat every other second and twist her stomach into knots. The intruder didn´t say anything and kept hiding behind the shelf. The nerves made her heart rate go sky high and she started to see blurry doubled images of her surroundings. “Shit.” She whispered when she felt her legs give way. (y/n) felt flat on her back, the gun falling out of her hand and she couldn´t muster even enough strength to reach for it. Suddenly, she heard a shuffle from where the stranger was hiding. The person ran to her. She didn´t know whether to kill her or help her and she absolutely didn´t care. It was a man, one she didn´t recognize – why should she right? Her mind was fuzzy and she couldn´t properly realize what was happening or what was the man talking about. The darkness took her after that.

He didn´t have to help her back then, he didn´t have to stop her from running last night. Yet he did. And why? Because he was a good person, who still tried to believe in people. (y/n) has lost this faith in humanity. She was suspicious around every person she met, even within the colony. She didn´t make friends and kept to herself. The only person she was properly in contact with was Jesus, who tried to make her feel welcome and secure. But she didn´t want to get close to people, because she knew that at least a part of her family was still out there. Her family, which she betrayed by leaving them behind and would betray once more if she accepted herself as a part of the Hilltop. This realization hit her only a couple of day ago, which was why she wanted to leave the colony. She didn´t want to hurt Paul, but at least he would have one less thing to worry about. Every thought of her previous group hurt like a stab into her heart. But she wanted to find them, to finally face the truth – who survived and who was killed. That was probably the main reason why she didn´t follow their tracks - being too scared of the truth. Just that. A stupid fear. And more than anything, she wanted to apologize. For leaving them, for not finding them after, for everything. (y/n) was a little lost in her thoughts, not sure of what to do, when Paul´s voice called for her from below the watchtower. “Hey, (y/n) ! Can I come up? Please?” (y/n) felt bad for shouting at him earlier so she agreed. Paul climbed up the ladder and sat across her. “I want to apologize for pushing you before. I know it´s none of my business, but I hate seeing you so stressed.” He sighed looking at her. “Paul, you´re the last person to apologize for anything. I just can´t think straight lately. I´m ashamed of things I did in the past, scared of others and I feel that I should make them right. I mean if I still can...” She said wiping her eyes, realizing she has been crying. She stopped talking and looked at the wooden floor. Paul sensed an opportunity to make her talk. “Who´s Daryl?” (y/n) ´s eyes widened with surprise and maybe fear. “What?” She gasped. “How did - ?” She was truly lost for words. “You talk in your sleep. The trailer´s small enough for me to hear. You´ve been saying people´s names for about the past three weeks. Glenn, Carol, Rick... You sound sad and scared. There are others, but you´re saying his the most often.” Jesus explained and she looked away from him again.

The names, being said out loud, brought all her memories back, the painful ones and even the happy ones. The most painful memory was of her and Daryl shouting at each other just a few nights before the prison had fallen. Neither of them had been sure what the relationship between them had or hadn´t been as they´d seemed too complicated for each other. They hadn´t managed to sort it out before the attack and it hurt her so much, not knowing whether he was still alive or if he´d died, his last memory of her being their fight. (y/n) was stunned for a second and felt more tears escaping her eyes as her heart ached.  Then she looked at him again, her expression sad and determined at once. “They´re the reasons why I wanted to leave last night. I was a part of a group before. They were like my family. Then a fight broke out between us and another community. A lot of people died on both sides and we had to leave the place we were staying at. We got separated, I got lost and didn´t even try to find my way back to them, not wanting to face the reality of who had been killed. Lately I´ve been feeling as if I betrayed them by not finding them again.” She explained wanting to go and find them right now at this very moment. “So you want to find them again now? Do you have any ideas where to start?” Paul asked. His approach surprised her. “You´re not going to tell me how stupid it is trying to find people I haven´t seen for over year? In this world?” She asked. “No. Hope is a good thing. I could help if you´d want me to. I´m going on a run tomorrow. How about we plan something after I return? But you´d have to promise not to leave until I´m back.” He said hoping she would accept his offer. (y/n) smiled at him and for the first time in a long time, the smile reached her eyes a little. “I promise.” Paul smiled back at her and started to climb down the ladder. “So, who´s Daryl?” He asked again. “He´s the one I want to apologise the most to.” Christie said, getting up herself. She turned to look over the wall and rested her forearms on top of it as Paul disappeared from her view.

The two men finally stopped pointing their guns at him. They seemed dangerous, but not enough to kill him right now. “I´m Rick, this is Daryl. You got a group?” Paul´s heart skipped a beat – could it be them? If so, they can´t live too far from here. But until he would be sure it´s better to play it safe. Paul decided to leave them alone for now, getting back to Hilltop to describe the two men to (y/n) . But they also needed the supplies and he wanted to take the truck with him. If they truly were those (y/n) wanted to find, they would share the supplies. And with these thoughts he set off his plan. “No. Do you?”

[sinsiriuslyemo]

Good morning all!! Hope you’re having an amazing day so far!! Here is another episode of Philly v DR!

EPISODE 5

Nevada sat with his men in the mess hall a few days later for breakfast, talking to them about this or that, and Manny tensed from across the cafeteria any time Trujillo would look over at him. He’d seen that look in Nevada’s eyes plenty of times, but it had never unnerved him until now.

Looking up, he looked for DiC and found him sitting with Oz and the other Italians. Getting up, he made his way towards their table.

“DiC, it’s been three days, man. We have a deal or what?” he asked.

“Your boys are full of shit, no substance and they couldn't launder their own money, let alone ours. If it makes you feel better, Ramirez tried to cut a deal too and no dice.”

“No, it doesn’t make me feel fucking better,” Manny growled. “He’ll just go to someone else.”

“Well then you better offer me something else.”

“I told you I could pay, so how much do you want?” Manny asked impatiently.

“Don't talk attitude with me pendejo,” he warned. “What good do you think cash will do me in here, huh? There's word that the hacks are gonna do a contraband search in cell block B, I need you to plant something in Campbell's cell for me.”

“Fine, whatever, just stop jerking me around DiC,” Manny replied.

Oz kept his eyes on his food as he ate, but his ears were perked up. He really couldn’t have cared less about his cell mate’s disputes with other inmates, or if an inmate wanted him dead. Still, he liked the kid, he didn’t see any harm in giving him a heads up if DiC decided to help this Manny.

“Here,” he handed Manny, a small blade. “Put this inside the mattress and I'll take care of your problem, but if you talk with such disrespect again, I will kill you myself.”

“Consider it done, I want Ramirez dead,” Manny replied, taking the blade and hiding it in his waistband.

“You do your job and I'll do mine. You can go now,” he dismissed Manny with a wave of his hand.

This time the phone answered for Nevada with a family tiny voice.

“Hi papi! I miss you! Are you having fun in time out?”

Nevada chuckled softly as his heart melted at the sound of his daughter’s voice.

“Hey princesa,” he answered with a smirk. “Yeah, I’m having fun, but I miss you so much. You being good for mami?”

“Yes, and I wrote my name yesterday! Mommy said she's gonna send it to you so you can see what I did!”

“I can’t wait to see it mi vida. How’s school going? You only got a couple days left, right?” he asked.

“Yup and then I go to Mrs. Hernandez’s class. She nice and she has pretty hair like punzel, mommy say I can talk to you today cause I missed you so much!”

“I miss you too, princesa. Hey, I got that drawing you made for me. I put it up on the wall near my bed so I can look at it every night,” he said.

“You did?” She sounded so excited. “Yay!!! Papi I worked so hard on it for you!”

“I know, and it’s beautiful! I love it, mi vida. My friend Oz wants you to do one for him,” he replied.

“He do? Yay! I'll make one for him too!” She giggled and looked at you. “Mama wants to say hi! Bye bye papi! I miss you!!”

“Bye, princesa. I love you so much and I miss you too. I’ll tell tio OJ you said hi, okay?” he replied.

“Okay!”

You took the phone and smiled, “Did you like your little surprise? She was thrilled to hear your voice.”

“Yeah, I love talking to her,” he said softly. “How are you?”

“Good,” you lied. Today was harder than usual, it was why you'd let Lily do most of the talking. “How are you?”

“Not great,” he admitted with a soft smile. “I miss my wife and kids a lot.”

“We miss you too,” you whispered. “Today was really fucking hard.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I wish I could do something to make it better...but we’ll see each other again soon,” he said.

“I know,” you whispered as your voice cracked. Nevada could immediately tell you were crying.

You have one minute remaining.

“I'll talk to you soon,” you whispered.

“I love you,” he replied.

You ended the call and sniffled as you hugged your arms tight to your chest.

“Dumb fucking spic, you threw out my shit!!”

Nevada turned to face the Aryan who’d given him the photos you'd sent and smirked, shrugging his shoulders.

“You told me to hide it, gringo. Now nobody will find it,” he replied, still smirking.

“Oh you wait you dirty brown fuck, you're gonna pay for that.”

“Ohhh, what are you gonna do, Bald Barbie? You gonna go cry to your daddy?” Nevada taunted.

The man lunged at Nevada, throwing a hard punch and hitting him in the face, then the stomach.

“I'll show you what I'm gonna do!” he growled.

Nevada swung fists of his own, hitting the Aryan in the ribs repeatedly as a loud buzz echoed in the prison, guards coming out of every entrance as a group of inmates circled the two fighting men, egging them both on.

The two men beat into each other, both pretty equally matched as they tore into each other. Soon enough, the guards were separating them, pulling the two in opposite directions.

“Who started it, Ramirez?”

“The Skinhead!” Nevada heard from the crowd, turning to see Oz, nodding towards the Aryan.

“You’ve done it now, Jerworski. You just bought yourself a night in the hole,” the guard holding the nazi growled.

“This ain’t over Bean Counter!” the Aryan shouted.

“Bring it on, White Boy!” Nevada called back.

OJ moved to Nevada, patting him on the back and looking at his brother. “You good?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Nevada replied, wiping the blood from his lip before he looked over at Oz, giving the man a thankful nod.

Oz jerked his head up in a casual nod before disappearing back into the crowd.

“Come on,” OJ said as he walked with Nevada towards his cell. “Oye, Benny,” he called to his cellmate. “You got a needle and some floss?”

Benny quirked a brow, smirking and nodding to the toilet. OJ grabbed the supplies from behind the toilet and moved to grab a bottle of rubbing alcohol that he kept in his mattress.

“Split your brow pretty good.” OJ mumbled as he started to sanitize everything and stitch his brother up.

“I got my licks in,” Nevada replied as a guard came up to the cell. Luckily, most of the contraband had been put away, all except the needle.

“Ramirez, you need to go to medical for that,” the guard said. “Put the needle down, Diaz,” he added, taking out his baton in silent warning and holding it down by his side. “You’re lucky the hole’s full, or I’d toss your ass in for a night.”

OJ rolled his eyes but set the needle down, putting his hands up in sarcastic resignation.

“You heard the man,” he smirked. “Doc McStuffins needs to patch you up pendejo.”

“Let’s go, Ramirez,” the guard said again, gesturing to Nevada to follow him.

“Thanks, bro,” Nevada said to OJ as he followed the hack towards the medical wing of the prison.

“Hi there,” a younger blonde woman smiled as she moved to him, looking at his face. “Got a little torn up now, did you?”

“A little,” he replied, sitting on the exam table. “What’s your name?” he asked.

“Watch it, Ramirez,” the guard barked.

“I’m just asking,” Nevada replied with a smirk.

“Dr. Hillford, nice to meet you,” she smiled warm and genuine as she got to work cleaning his cuts and wounds.

“You too,” he replied, not even flinching as she dabbed antiseptic on his injuries. “I’m Nevada.”

“Have you ever been there?” she asked as she hummed and cleaned him.

He smirked a little at her, shaking his head lightly.

“Nope, can’t say I have. You?”

“I've been a little bit of everywhere,” she said with a wink as she began to stitch him up. “Do you have family waiting for you on the outside?”

His smirk grew into a sly smile as he looked her over.

“Why do you ask, mami? Interested?” he teased, winking at her.

She giggled, “You know,” she leaned in so her breath was warm against his ear. “It's not nice to sass the woman who has a needle,” she smirked and pulled back, tying off the last stitch and starting to bandage.

He snorted softly, nodding his head a little as she finished up.

“Thanks for stitching me up, Dr. Hillford,” he said softly, getting up from the table without warning, putting his face inches from hers. “Maybe we’ll see each other again,” he added with a smirk.

“I sure hope not,” she joked and waved as he headed out.

He chuckled a little, looking her over once more as the guard led him out, back to his cell block. When he got into his cell, Oz was reading Lions, Witches and Wardrobes.

“Thanks for earlier. I appreciate it,” he said as he climbed up onto his bunk.

“I didn;t do it for you. I hate those nazi fucks. There’s something else you should know, I'm not getting my hands dirty here but you got a hit out on you. Old man DiC is having Manny run favors in return for icing you.”

“That so?” Nevada replied, arching a brow. “Thanks for the heads up. Didn’t think that little pendejo had it in him.”

“What’s with you two? He’s trying to whack you, you’re trying to take him out...what’d you have a lover’s quarrel?”

“He fucked with a good friend of my wife’s...then  he skipped town without a word, almost fucked up my business,” Nevada answered.

Oz nodded, “Well just watch your back, I don't want to have to break in a new cellmate.”

“I appreciate it,” Nevada answered, nodding his head. “So what’s in it for you?” he asked with a smirk.

“You gotta leave me out of it, don't ask no favors.”

“I haven’t asked you for shit, I just wanna know if I owe you,” Nevada replied.

“Nah, we’re good,” he shrugged. “Have your wife send me some of her nudes and we're even,” he joked.

Nevada chuckled a little, shaking his head.

“My daughter’s gonna paint you a picture, how about that?”

“Deal.”

“Mommy, I punched Stephen in the face because he was being mean to Ella,” Lily announced as you rubbed your temples and smiled at her.

“Why was he being mean to Ella?” you asked, leaning back against the SUV.

“Cause she doesn't have a daddy, so I punched him in the face and now he got blood all over my Barbie.”

Ella moved to her mother, sniffling.

“Oh honey,” Chelsea cooed softly, frowning at what she’d just heard. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, hugging Ella tight. “Do you want me to talk to Stephen’s mom?”

“Stephen is a bitch,” Lily said seriously. Tio said so,” she nodded at Ella and hugged her best friend. “Ella doesn't need a daddy, she has a cool mommy and she can share my daddy with me.”

Your heart melted.

“Wanna visit my daddy with me in the clink?”

It unmelted as you looked at Chelsea and then your daughter. “Excuse me?”

“The clink...the big boys at school say that where papi is,” Lily replied.

“Oh God,” Chelsea mumbled, staring wide eyed at Lily.

You pulled Lily up into your arms. “Was Stephen one of those boys?”

Lily nodded serious. “Is daddy gonna drop the soap?”

You clenched your teeth, just as Stephen walked over with a furious looking mother.

“There you are, do you have any idea what your daughter just did to my-”

You were quick to throw a punch without thinking, eyes wide in surprise at your own actions before you nodded to Chelsea that it was time to go.

“You raised a dick,” you said before picking up Lily and moving towards the minivan. “Walk faster Chelse,” you said in a bit of a panic as you loaded the kids into the car and buckled them.

Once you were on the road you looked at both girls.

“That was not okay, I did a very bad thing and violence is never the answer.”

“Never,” Chelsea agreed, shaking her head. “But it was pretty awesome,” she added in a mumble.

“Mommy, is Papi gonna drop the soap?” Lily asked again, playing with her bloodied Barbie.

“No baby, he's not, papi is careful,” you said as you looked to Chelsea with furrowed brows. You both knew the bullying would only get worse the longer Nevada was in prison. And you couldn't keep punching moms.

“Eshay eservedday itway,” Chelsea said to you. “I guarantee he got that little prison tidbit from her yapping with the other moms.” She frowned; Stephen’s mother had been the ringleader in spreading the rumor that she and Nevada were sleeping together.

You nodded and took her hand, giving it a squeeze. “Thanks for having my back.”

“Of course,” she replied, smiling at you warmly.

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The Bible of Grima A Collection of the Tales of Grima

In loving Memory of John Grima

The Table of Contents This book is divided by universes. If there are multiple stories in one universe they will be in the same section, if a storyline takes place in multiple universes they will be lumped together.

Z-137&C-138 Double O Grima Initial G Farewell to Malta Space Grima One Roast Grima Vs. the Dream Team Meme Team God

Universes Z-137 and C-138

Double O Grima By: Timothy Mazzoleni

Pripyat, Ukrainian Soviet Socialist Republic, December 17th, 1989. 2200 hours: It was -7 degrees Celsius, and John was colder than liquid nitrogen. The cold was biting through his high-tech heated trench coat, a gift from his good friend in Malta. The CIA had sent John on his 60th mission for the agency. This location however, was new. He had been airdropped into Ukraine 3 days ago over the countryside, and using his wits, and his gadgets, he managed to sneak across the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone and into his mission area. John Grimas mission was to disrupt an arms deal with international terrorists. Grima had dealt with terrorists before. But these were different. Grima knew they had weapons that would put him at disadvantage. He would have to use his skills to get around them and destroy whatever they were trying to get out of the country. “I guess I better get some rest before tomorrow morning.” said Grima to himself. He stepped into one of the only seemingly intact apartment of the hundreds of in this building. The apartment was damp and cold, almost like a dead being, grabbing at his life force to keep him in this irradiated wasteland. Paint flaked off the walls like a fresh croissant out of the oven, and as the breeze swept through the room, pieces brushed the ground at his feet. Grima turned on his electric lantern to roll out his sleeping gear. He would be leaving at 0500 in the morning, before the sun came up, to give himself the advantage of being at the target location before his enemies. As he rolled out his sleeping pad, he took off his coat and gear and set them to his side. He began to prepare to mobilize for the next day. December 18th, 1989, 0500 hours: Grima awoke to the sound of footsteps on his level. He quickly gathered his gear and slipped on his trench coat. He slowly pulled his weapon from his coat. He couldn’t afford to take chances, even if he didn't want to kill. This mission banked on his success and he could not fail. He heard the steps getting closer. They sounded quiet. The person knew he was here. He prepared himself for conflict. The steps slowed to silent, and Grima whipped around the corner into the horrified face of a fox. The animal jumped backwards and turned tail, running down the hallway it originally came from. Grima thought “How could that animal survive in such high radiation areas? That poor animal should be dead.” Grima let his thoughts and questions slip, and he walked down the hallway, along the Soviet propaganda and gas mask instructions littered beside the dark path. As he made his way down the stairs, an updraft swept his trench coat to his side like a leaf being pulled from a tree. Grima thought about his snake, Solid. Solid would be getting anxious now, with his presence absent, and he would be longing for his arm. Grima doubled his pace across the courtyard and onto the street. He looked across to the car drop point. There it is. His dream car, and the car he had asked for on this mission. His heart ignited and he sprinted to his new whip. A Toyota AE86 Trueno. The perfect car for drifting in the heart of a power station. He grabbed the key from under the tire and unlocked the door. It was crisp and strangely familiar. He slipped into the seat, and started the brand new engine. It hummed to life and he now knew, he had lost his stealth factor. He loaded his supplies into the hatch and hopped back into the driver's seat. As the car warmed up he felt the seat wrap him like a blanket, and it reminded him of home. He slotted the car into 1st gear and set off to the power station, to finish his mission. December 18th, 1989, 0532 He tached up and down, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, handbrake, to 2nd, hold the slide, regain traction, upshift. He screamed the car through the car's power band and onto the premises of the Chernobyl. The powerstation had detonated in 1986, and had caused the biggest nuclear spill in history. Not only this, but Grima was aware of the risk of terrorists getting ahold of the weapons-grade uranium inside the reactor, and using it for WMDs. Grima slid into the main structure of the power plant, and hopped out of the Trueno. Grima grabbed his pack, slipped his trench coat on, and walked through the reactor 4 control room door. As he walked in, he immediately used his russian skills to read the controls, and reached for the lever to kill the lights. The lights flickered, there was a whirr, and then silence and darkness. The spare generator had been disabled which shut off the last of the lights in the compound. And then he heard them. The thunder of suvs rumbling down the courtyard concrete. The suvs came to stop just outside the main structure. Grima prepared for a fight and prepared his gear and tightened his back pack. He then activated his night vision contact lenses and walked out of the control room.He saw the criminals walk through the main structure opening. He saw the case on a trolley and the second group, assumedly the buyers of the uranium, walked through as well. Grima waited for them to be in position and to give them a false sense of security. The sellers and the buyers gathered around the product, and he pulled out his compact grenade launcher. He aimed and let the safety off, and let the grenade fly. It screamed through the air like a banshee and exploded with a shockwave and he felt the heat burn his facial hair. The men went flying and Grimas geiger counter went haywire. He sprinted out of the control room and down the stairs towards the reactor. The men recovered and began to fire their weapons at the spy. Grima heard the bullets ping off metal pipes and kept running through the power plant. He decided to go with the plan and go to the roof. He sprinted up the stairs, and kicked open the door. He heard Russian yelling behind him but he couldn't make out what they were saying. Probably something about how he was a spy. No matter, he had to keep moving. “STOP!!” someone screamed behind him. “YOU MUST STOP NOW!” Grima kept sprinting, towards the jump point. Bullets began to whiz by him in the night, and then, he felt it. He was hit. He doubled over and tripped over a roof pipe. And he sailed over the edge of the power plant. His life flashed before his eyes, and he saw Solid, sad that he was dead, he saw the Trueno burning, and he knew what he was to do next. “It’s time to retire” said Grima to himself. and he pulled the string on his backpack, deploying the explosive air mattress to land on and save his life. As he slammed onto the ground, he heard the men yelling above him, and he knew to run into the night to fake his death, and retire in Tokyo, to begin a new chapter in his life. Drifting.

Initial G By: Riley Currey

After many years of being in the service, Double O Grima decided to retire along with his Toyota AE86 150 HP. He had named it Vlad The Impaler, his one true love and the machine that will always have his back. You must be wondering what he is going to do with his life, a man that has seen so much that he cannot live a normal life. Alas, he was not going to live any normal life, since he has become the most notorious drifter in all the world and has never lost a race. The name of this champion is “Initial G”, the man who has never been at the beginning of the race or the end. The legend drifts in as soon as the light turns green and destroys all in sight. This night was different, the integrity of Vlad the impaler as a car was in danger -- by them saying it was an old piece of junk. The man who said these harsh words was none other than Salty Stef, a member of the Meme team a gang who were the fastest drifters in the world. These teams have never met because the drifting aura would be too great for any normal group of people. Only the extreme drifters can handle this aura and that was who was here to watch the extreme of the extreme. This night was a dark night, the fog was heavy, and the track as a unforgiving spiral down Mount Hotakadake. This night was nothing for Stef but what was bothering him was that Grima was not there, even though this is a norm. They begun the countdown Stefs’ car seems to glisten in the moonlight the light blue mazda FD with a scary 236 HP it was nicknamed the Doors to Heaven. Zeb the announcer counts down “Five, Four” while this is happening the fog seems to get denser and denser as the numbers get closer to Start. Zeb counts more “three, Two, One” and at that moment vlad the impaler flashes by like lightning and The Door to Heaven is neck to neck with him. They hit the first turn and Stef is able to drift it easily, but Grima is doing it to well it is like he is a god. Luckily this next one leads into a straight away and that is where Doors to Heaven is the best. “Stef is easily 500 meters ahead now, is this the end for Grima” says Zeb, But, in that moment, you hear Grimas tires scream like the car is not willing to give up. “This ten year old car still has some spunk” says Grima coming up on the trench. This is a place on the mountain where the track loops around over a deadly drop but in theory if one was going fast enough they could jump it to get in the lead. This would be impossible in the weather though with the fog no one could even see the other side. Stef was still very far in the lead almost past the trench grima knew he had to do something he had to do it. Vald the impaler's revved to a higher note than anyone though it could at that moment Zeb realized what he was going to do. “ No, he wouldnt that is a death sentence” says Zeb as grima Drifts into position and hits the turn to jump. Then, Grima says to Vlad “ we have had a great run, but give me more power” the car hears him and revs more and more as they drift off the edge. The crowd is silent they could see nothing through the fog, assuming he was dead zeb says “The legend seems to have lost in the most epic attempt to win, he will be remembered. This seems just to be Stef's victory lap.”. As Stef is about to go around the last corner by the trench A shining light appears, it is Grima landing on the track with a perfect drift around the last corner. Stef’s fighting spirit is hurt he desperately tries to get ahead of Grima but it is impossible and Grima drifted into the end of the course then disappearing into the fog. While all this is happening the crowd is chanting “Initial G,Initial G,Initial G,Initial G”. This was a endless chant and it consumed Stef he did not even make it to the finish line. As Zeb helps his team mate out of his car he says “Grima wins yet again, for now”. Then the team vows to defeat Grima no matter what it takes. A few months have gone by and grima has not raced since the day with Stef. The drifting world had seemed too quiet lately it was scaring him. Grima would barely get any sleep anymore, he has been having withdraw symptoms from not racing anyone. He can only sleep in his trusty car Vlad. The day was coming to an end so grima thought to himself “it is time to go to bed”. As he walked over to Vlad something seemed off but he decided not to check it out and got to bed in Vlad. The next day he woke up and there was a Mc.Fonald Milkshake on his windshield. Grima was startled, the milkshake had been talked about in Meme Team lore dating back to the first drift race. The milk shake represented a declaration of war, Grima got out of his car and saw that there was a note inside. This note read “Come race at Mount Everest and win, Or else your beloved Vlad will die”. Grima was very confused his car was right here though, he looks at it and sees that it is not Vlad but just a cheap museum AE86. How could he not have realized it, he was just too tired to see the changes. All his years in the spy service and he had lost his Vlad due to his laziness. He had to make it there, there was only one way to get there with Speed GMO. Speed GMO is a moped Honda NSC50R with 200 Horsepower a real work of art. Only one of these where ever sold because they are so EXTREME and DANGEROUS. Then grima zooms off into the sunset to save Vlad. After a few weeks of travel grima arrives at Mount Everest, Grima is very unkempt his hair seemed to grow twice as long as it was to the point where it had to be put in a man bun. That was not even the worst of it his beard had grown a foot longer. Grima could now be described as someone that is in a biker gang but he drives a moped. This man will not stop for anything until he gets his identity back, Vlad the Impaler. He works way up the mountain hitting all the curves drifting at ungodly speeds, but something was very different about grima his eyes had a fire in them. Grima was almost to the top the road was starting to get icy and he needed to put on his oxygen helmet so he could breath at the speed he was going. Grima Finally reaches the top and sees Vlad with four tire boots on it, This was just too much for him to handle he had to save his only partner. Grima is at last at the finish line where Zeb and Riley have been waiting for weeks, they see him and start their cars. Zeb’s car was a volvo 240 with 200hp Nicknamed “Meme mobile” and next up was Riley’s a Ford explorer 1991 with 175 hp Nicknamed “Big Bertha”. Both these cars are revving at the start, the announcer approaches the one and only David Hasselhoff then says “ This better be a great race, because if it isn’t I would have not gone through the hassle to get here” who seemed unaffected by the intense drifting aura. The countdown starts the engines increase in power as number get to one then Hasselhoff says it “GO”. They our off normally in a drift race there our only two cars but with three there is a huge risk. Riley has the lead already heading up on the 3rd drift but something seems off he hits the drift around the corner. Then he heads to the next on but nobody is behind him, he assumes he took a shortcut and says “haha suckers”. Then he sees the next drift and goes to hit it, then sees that it is a cliff warning. This realisation was too late, then Riley falls to his death but in the wake of it starts a deadly avalanche. Seeing this Grima and Zeb speed up as fast as they can, this race was not for pride anymore it was for life. Zeb and grima our neck and neck about to hit the hardest drift in the world this is called a “Ice Solar Drift”. No one has ever done one of these and lived to tell the tale, they are getting closer and closer to it. At that exact moment Zeb’s meme mobile wheel pops and he is consumed in the white cloud of snow. That was the last that was seen of zeb but a man such as that can never die and will always live in your hearts. This did not matter to grima he had to live to find Vlad in this mess. He hits the Drift it was so fast that it felt like his beard hairs were getting ripped out one by one even through his helmet. Then he sees himself in what seems to be the future he is a space drifter, oh how he longed to be one. Then he hits the finish line riding only on the metal rims of his moped the tires seemed to have melted off and melted all the snow coming at him from the avalanche in his last drift. Hasselhoff say “ oh boy that was worth the hassel” then disappears into the sun set. Grima kicks away his moped and runs to the mountain sized mound of snow and starts digging to find Vlad but he never does. legends say that you can still see him digging in a desperate attempt to find his loving Vlad the Impaler. Also his family members say that he when back to malta to start a new. “The first one sounds way cooler though” says the narrator John Grima.

Farewell to Malta By: Kevin Briggs

The resistance movement was growing quickly, within three weeks the protests had spread from Gozo to the main island. People from all over Malta had begun to take a stand against the highly oppressive Maltese regime. What started as small-scale agricultural strikes and peaceful protests had quickly evolved to riots. It seemed that the entire working class was on their feet and fighting to overthrow Grima regime. The regime tried to regain control of the Maltese citizens by instituting nationwide curfews and martial law but they were only met with armed rebels supported by the Russian Mafia. After the King denied the protesters’ initial demands to resign and face criminal charges, insurgents from every island in Malta stormed the streets of Valletta. Their eyes were set on the former parliament building, now home to the tyrant who had taken hold of the government just over a decade before. Unbeknownst to the insurgents the head of state and public enemy number one, King Grima, had hidden a few blocks away from his palace with the rest of his cabinet in an underground bunker in Valletta. The bunker was constructed from cold clean concrete with four private rooms surrounding a center conference room. All the rooms were lit with yellowed fluorescent lights that flickered anytime you turned on one of the room’s closed circuit computers. The metal framed ripped cushioned furniture felt even more lonesome than the construction itself. The team was sitting around the meeting table in conference room waiting for Grima to stop pacing and sit down at the head of the table.

Struggling to form a plan, the man who had once ruled with an iron fist now looked towards his board of trusted advisors for a way out alive. With the help of a military escort, he might be able to carve his way through the protests to a military submarine stationed in the nearby docks. Luckily for King Grima, he still held most of the military’s allegiance because of his wartime leadership in the War of the Mediterranean in 2048. His tactical mind and guerilla strategies were able to not only win the war but also save thousands of Maltese lives. The trust he earned in the military was now keeping him safe in a military bunker out of the insurgents reach. His only way out probably was going to require the help of the Maltese soldiers. Grima was panicking; he could not stop thinking about what he could have done to maintain the forceful grip on his small home country. After years of controlling Maltese legislation, their country’s justice system, and even all of their citizens access to any form of news and media it was the Russian Mafia’s influence that would lead to the public’s hatred towards him. Lead by infamous Russian drug peddler, Emma Gist, the Mafia sought to gain control of Malta for the Russian government to use as a military base within the Mediterranean. Grima had to stop thinking about the past and focus on keeping himself safe. He reminded himself that he had to be careful when planning his escape because he was almost certain that one of his cabinet members was a puppet of Gist and her Mafia. He had to move quickly before the puppet leaked the whereabouts of their hideout. With the help of his lead strategist Kevin Biggs, one of John’s most trusted advisors and lifelong friend, started to plan his escape using the submarine before the Judas made themselves known. His intelligence updates informed him that the insurgents had breached the outer security of the parliament building, but they only had a couple of hours before they found out that King Grima had already fled. Although his security detail assured him that there was plenty of time to lay low, John had an uncomfortable feeling of utmost urgency so he decided to pull the trigger. Grima assembled a group of his closest staff members and made a plan on how to safely transport him three blocks to the port where the submarine was hidden. The group used one of the bunker’s private rooms to draw up a plan like a football formation. The plan had been formed and they were ready to step foot outside. With bodyguards forming a shape similar to a bird’s V formation they were able to quickly start cutting through the crowd without gathering too much attention. They had made it about half a block before some of the insurgents noticed them. When they rioters caught sight of Grima they got noticeably more agitated, that is when Grima got in some serious trouble. People started throwing glass bottles and bricks taken from pillaged buildings. His escorts did an honorable job intercepting most of the projectiles with their bodies. However, before they got to their safe house a block away from the port some of the bodyguards already fell to the Maltese rebels. Luckily, Grima was able to make it into the safe house without any sustaining any significant injuries. Grima’s cabinet opened the metal door and protected the entrance until they were able to shut and bar the doors to their retired military hideout. They had time to recover and count their losses. Grima looked to his advisors for help; they would have to adapt their plan to deal with some of their cabinet’s losses. At that moment, a metallic object crashed through the window and exploded. Smoke filled the room and sounds coming from all directions. Grima couldn’t see a thing and his eyes burned. He could just hear Kevin shouting for everyone to leave though the underground tunnel. Grima fumbled his way through the safe house tripping his way over objects to the stairwell where Kevin was waiting. From there Kevin, lead him through the tunnel where the rest of his advisors were waiting. After the long way through the tunnel, they were just across the street from the docks of the port. They would just have to make it safely to the sub. Completely ditching any plan or formation John Grima sprinted across the dock to the crew. Against all odds, he made it all the way to the military crew waiting to receive them. They boarded and took their places in launch protocol. The commanders filled the control room and Grima retreated to one of the bunkrooms. The submarine submerged and Grima had officially lost any control he might have left in his homeland; however, for the first time in weeks Grima felt safe. Unfortunately, his false sense of security would lead to his eventual demise. During the commotion in the safe house, Kevin had redirected Grima from the bigger group into a group of Russian Mafia members. Grima was too focused on trying to stay alive that he had not even taken note of the group escorting him. The person who covertly replaced his commanding military personnel, and now was in command of the submarine, was Emma Gist. Under the Russian Mafia’s control the submarine veered west out of the Mediterranean so they could drop off Gist in Russia just north of Finland before they stranded Grima alone in the Arctic.

Space Grima By: Zebulan Sheridan Robinson

The sun slowly crept around the horizon of the grey planet below, there was complete silence except for a single sound, the weak whirring of a small white 2329 N15san Sakana, with chipped paint and the words “The Hamajang Cicada” in neon purple letters. It's nearly an antique but definitely not in mint condition. The body of the ship curved in the shape of a fish with the solar intakes built into the sides and going down the body to the drift unit which is based at the tail of the ship. When activated the thrusters fan out to look like a fin. The ship gently shifted as the captain stirred from his rest. The room was littered with small snack bags, soda bottles, and wanted posters for a human, a Boanori, and a robot. Above the bunk he was climbing out of there were two more bunks both being occupied by his crew and coated in trash as well. After getting on his feat the captain in his tank top and boxers walks over to the doorless closet pulling up a pair of jeans and strapping them on with a belt of assorted tools and his laser pistol. He throws his bright red Hawaiian shirt on over his tank top and walks up to the front of the ship, strapping himself into the black felt seats of the cockpit and brushing cheeto dust off the console. He has a well trimmed head of black hear with bushy eyebrows and a pair of running shades. This is the tale of John Grima, Jr. space adventurer. With a swift movement of his wrist he released the emergency brake and moved his hand nio;to the shifter and slammed it into drive jacking the ship towards the planet barreling down to the nearest continent which had just begun to have light skate across it from the just rising sun. Moving the secondary shift gear up into third, then fourth, then fifth reaching a comfortable speed for his decent. After passing several layers of smog, smoke, and space trash he placed his other hand on the directional dial and pulled it to the left drifting through the sky and scraping the hull of the ship along the black top of a run down and abandoned Da Vinci. Thorned large flowered tendrils and vines creeped and crawled all over the empty buildings. The surrounding city echoed with the sounds of silence, not a single sound, not even a squirrel could be heard in this desolate wasteland. As he walked down out from the cockpit and through the hull he grabbed a helmet and pulled it over his head. After pushing a sequence of buttons on the side of the glass dome the rubber extended to his neck making an airtight space. He then took a tube from a hook on his belt and attached it to an input near the buttons he had just pressed. A small box containing a fan mounted on his belt began to whirr slowly. As he exited the bottom airlock a constant rustling was audile over the hum of The Hamajang Cicada. As he walked away from the hull he heard someone in the direction of the ship yell out at him “Ay Boss Mann! Whats with all the drifting and skids?! It's not even 9:00 in the Jorani Morning!” With a yawn Mr. Grima responded “Don't worry about it just wait inside and I’ll…” He froze in his placed and turned around to see a member of his crew, a friend, Solid. He was a member of the Boanori race long lanky humanoid creatures with scales and snakelike heads, and he had left the hull without a helmet. Grima started running towards him yelling “Get back inside now.” It was clearly to late, his friend had begun having a coughing fit, by the time Grima had reached him he was blubbering in buzzard tongues. Nothing he said made any sense as John grabbed him and threw him over his shoulder carrying him back into the ship. He rushed him into the common room clearing off the table of doughnut boxes and soda bottles. He then set Solid down where had just cleared and ran into the bunk room. He reached up to the top bunk and hit several buttons on a large metal box, he then stepped back attempting to slow his breathing. He then yelled at the unresponsive box “MT-3RT! Activate right now or I swear to ungalo I will dismantle you and throw you out the airlock over a dying star!” A gentle buzzing of decaying electronics emanated from the top bunk and a tall figure lowered itself from the bunk on two cables attached to the ceiling, and lowered onto a pair of tube feet and began to walk towards Grima rubbing his visual units and stretching. This was the residential robot of The Hamajang Cicada, A barely functioning MT unit. It was tall with a box head and a humanoid structure, more than half of its front facing panel was covered in many buttons. “Sorry GrimaaaaA-aaAAA” the bizarre yelling continued as the captain shook his head looking at the floor. He then entered a sequence of buttons on his front and slammed his side with the palm of his hand. MT’s yelling halted and the servos in its eyes dilated before starting again. “ Sorry about that Captain I still haven't worked out that kink in my software.” Grima turned down the corridor and motioned to MT-3RT to follow him beginning to talk “Nevermind that, I had to make a pitstop at S3-MW and Solid decided to just come out without a helmet.” MT beeped with a slight confusion and asked “What is so bad about that.” Grima turned towards the robot and erupted in frustration “You fool. Unlike you we need oxygen, and the oxygen out there is polluted with a neurotoxin that will make any oxygen breathing life form begin to hallucinate and eventually after extended exposure they will die. That is why it is a big deal!” Grima walked past the table with Solid on it and preceded to motion for MT to keep an eye on him. Grima stepped back out onto the blacktop and began jogging towards room fourteen hopping over vines and briefly checking in all the overgrown rooms to be sure no one else was there. Around room fifteen he heard several booms in the distance and he took his laser pistol, lovingly named SH4NK out from the holster on his belt and held it close to his chest turning around the corner. When he entered room fourteen there was a dankness to the air almost like he was in tropical climate. He walked towards the front of the room approaching a desk with a light blue glow and looked beneath it, his pistol drawn. Underneath the desk was a bright blue glowing succulent, it pulsated with clean pleasant light. When Mr. Grima saw this he exclaimed with relief “Well there that is then.” He took a mug from the top of the desk and scooped the plant into it gently, he then gripped his pistol and strided across the decaying room as he heard several loud energy shifts followed by a series of metallic thuds. One of the flowers on his shirt began to beep and he pressed the flower activating his communication device, MT immediately started screaming “Captain, captain we're not alone! There are five ships from the Milky Way Police Department around the ship, they are demanding us to come out with our hands up. Neither of us have hands! What are we going to do!? Grimaaa-AA-aaaaa” Grima tapped the flower again turning off the channel. He proceeded to run towards the black top connecting the mug to a loop on his belt. From deep in the mist he hear a strong military sounding voice say “John, come out. We know you're here, it's not like anyone else in this quadrant would drive a beat up piece of junk like yours.” continued walking towards where he parked ducking behind cover out of caution. He eventually could see his ship, surrounded by two MWPD space bikes and three hovering patrol cars with eight armed officers all alert. The man continued, “You're a damn fool, ya know I thought you would have been smart enough to avoid this hell hole, apparently not. You and you and your space potato.” Grima ran out from his cover furious firing several shots from SH4NK aiming for the thrusters on the central patrol car. While doing this he screamed at the officers “No one calls my baby a space potato!” When he hit the thruster it exploded with a bright blue energy spinning it towards several officers and one of the other patrol cars, they opened fire the second they saw him and he promptly jumped and rolled attempting to get near one of the patrol bikes. He ran avoiding their shots then grabbing the accelerator on the space bike and throttling it as much as he could aiming it at the men standing near the entrance to his ship. After releasing it he followed its path of destruction eventually hopping back into the bottom airlock being swallowed back into the ship while under fire. He rushed into the common room to check on his crew and found Solid laying on the table with his eyes wide and drooling with MT hurriedly tending to him. Grima walking past them towards the front of the ship announced to them “We got it, now maybe if we can we get out of here.” He proceeded up to the cockpit and strapped himself in turning over the engine as he did so, starting up the engine and pulling the nose straight up and yanking the secondary shift gear straight into eighth gear in an attempt to get away as fast as possible. After piercing the curtain of smog and smoke under the atmosphere it was clear they weren't getting out of this in one piece there was a blockade of five more patrol cars waiting for them. He pulled the emergency brake and pulled on the directional dial with all of his might jacking the ship to the left then swiftly releasing the brake following an orbital path around the planet to aid his speed, at this point all the patrol vehicles were pursuing him. The ship shook and began to slow as they begun being fired upon, MT’s voice began coming through a speaker on the console “Captain they hit the left solar intake, we are losing mobility” Solid’s voice came over the speaker “Aye Greims! I got that toxin out in just a few good ol blood purifications!” The ship shook again, Grima pushed a button to respond on the wheel “Boys, were dealing with the MWPD, they don't send you to some hodunk little jail, they will send us to a prison on the galactic level.” They all fell silent as shots whizzed past them, eventually Solid broke the silence by asking “What are we going to do Grima? Were still slowing down.” Grima opened up a panel next to him with the words “Contingency Plan” printed in bold red letters, he then flipped the first switch with had the words “Fins” under it. A pair of thrusters emerge from the sides and the ship begins speeding up again. Grima moves on the the next two switches called “Drift unit” and “Drift unit booster”, he then moves into tenth gear and begins to outrun the officers but they hit the leftmost fin. Grima slowly activates his microphone and comes on over the speakers “I'm sorry Solid, MT, just remember if your in C block ask for Hermy Wubbz… He will do his best to keep you safe.” Solid began yelling over the speaker, “What are you trying to say!? You better not do what I think you are doing.” Mr. Grima took the mug and poured it into a tube titled “Fuel converter” and then hit the last switch as a single tear rolled down his face. Gaskets steamed and doors closed as MT came on for the last time “Don't do this Captain. Please Griemaaa-aAAA” He turned of the speaker and hit the emergency break jacking the ship sideways and then the cockpit released from the rest of the ship, the end of it erupted with a glowing blue thrust beam as he initiated an interdimensional drift. The space and time around him began to curve, and then the cockpit was gone.

One Roast Grima Vs. the Dream Team Meme Team By: Stefan Kaloper

It was a dark day for the citizens of Sivad, as their superhero John Mema had been defeated by the supervillains of the Dream Team Meme Team. Memas closest friends, Big Sean McCarthy and Cruzerino were mourning the death of their beloved friend and ally when suddenly the dimly lit graveyard shone brightly as a ball of fire seemed to explode out of the clouds above. The two gaped while it descended from the sky, as the object drew closer to impact it became clearer and clearer that it had been man made. The ground erupted as the U.F.O. crashed onto the meadow nearby ripping a long ditch through the once beautiful flowers. The object came to a halt at the edge of the meadow and as the smoke cleared, Cruzerino noticed the shadow of someone or something! “It cannot be!” he exclaimed as Big Sean fell to his knees. Out of the crash stepped a nearly identical lookalike to their just buried friend John Mema. They watched as the man shook his head adjusting his sight to the once again dark cemetery. He walked up to the two of them, “I am John Grima and I am afraid that I have been transported into an alternate dimension through a careless error while flying my spacecraft.” He paused expecting surprise, but the two friends simply stood their silently mouths shut. “Is this normal here?” pondered Grima aloud. Big Sean finally spoke “No but you seem to be your dimensions version of our best friend who died this very day!” he regained his composure, “Perhaps it was simply fate, the universe choosing to not allow two different versions of the same person to exist in the same dimension at the same time? Nevertheless if you are anything like Mema please save us from the Dream Team Meme Team!” “The Dream Team Meme Team?!” exclaimed Grima. “Why how could those bunch of fools pose any threat? I've had my fair share of encounters and victories against them in my own time! Why those rascals would need actual superpowers to pose a threat to anyone!” Cruzerino responded, “well they may have been weak wherever you came from, but in this place the Meme Team are considered the greatest threat to the galaxy!” They consist of a large numbered group, along with formidable division heads and are led by the terrifying Resident Memelord!” “Shhh…” whispered Big Sean, “how could you not already have noticed that the man standing before you is also clearly quite powerful” He pulled out a device which appeared to be a camera and took a picture of Grima. He then handed it to his companion who reacted to the image with shock. “What is it?” asked Grima, now quite worried. “His power level, it’s over 9000!” exclaimed Cruzerino as he began to bow down to Grima. “Please great one, save us from the terrible Meme Team.” Grima noticed how the faces of the two fellows seemed to brighten up, and he began to actually consider helping them out. “Fine then exclaimed Grima!” Lead me to these cretins who I must defeat!” Cruzerino and Big Sean nodded and they led grima to a remarkably familiar looking car. He choose not to comment as he happily entered this dimension's version of his old Toyota AE86 150 HP. The three headed down the road out of the cemetery and towards the large structure far off into the distance… “Grima!” Grima rolled over in his sleep and continued snoring in the back of the car. “Grima, you need to wake up!” Someone shook his arm and Grima got up blinking rapidly. “Waz goin’ on?” he asked still quite sleepy. The car seemed to hit something and the entire frame shook as Grima banged his head on the ceiling. Now wide awake he took a look out of the window realizing that they seemed to be chasing after a white van with the letter “THE MEME MACHINE” sprawled across both sides in sharpie. The group continued chasing after the car as Grima came to the shocking conclusion that it must have some significance to the Meme Team. “Could this be related to the Meme Team?” Grima asked already knowing the answer. “Could it be any more obvious?” responded Big Sean who quickly turned the car around a bend in the road. “That is one of the many supply vans from which the Meme Team bring various objects of importance to their fortress. If we can stop it and throw out the driver we can use it to sneak into the fortress!” Grima thought that sounded pretty smart but wondered however they could stop the van. As they rounded another corner Big Sean slammed on the gas and rammed the van into the rocky mountain face. For a moment the van seemed to stop moving and the group was hopeful that it would be so simple, but the driver seemed to recover as the van slipped by the group and sped off. “We can’t let them get away!” said Cruzerino, “This could be our best chance to get into the fortress.” Cruzerino picked up his phone and seemed to send out a text, “this car just can’t go any faster, I think we need some more help!” As if on queue a shadow appeared over the top of the van, and as Grima looked up he noticed that it was a mustang, “that's FisterMr” said Cruzerino, “We hate each other but he's obsessed with his car and loves racing it against others.” The mustang quickly caught up to the van and the two cars began pushing each other back and forth while driving across the precarious cliff edge. “Watch out!” yelled Grima as the van pushed the mustang halfway of the edge but the car just seemed to keep on going and rammed the van against the other side of the road. The mustang backed off and it seemed as if there would be one final clash to decide the result of this competition. The two cars collided in the center of the road and the mustang flew of the edge while the van flipped over and stopped for good. “Oh no” said Grima “can we save him?” “Not worth it!” said Big Sean, “He was always a jerk about his car anyways, if you ask me it’s like hitting two stones with one bird, or however that goes.” “Two birds with one stone” corrected Cruzerino. “Anyways let’s flip that van back over and use it to sneak into the Meme Teams’ fortress.” And the group did just that. A few hours later they had slipped by the guards and were now prowling around inside of the fortress. They felt they were making good progress towards the center of the fortress when they suddenly heard a strange rattling from the darkness ahead. Out stepped a very weird looking creature with no head and having the appearance of a salt shaker albeit with stick figure arms and legs. As the group stepped forwards the creature noticed them, and they were surprised when it spoke “Who are you?” asked the funky looking salt shaker. “We are here to get vengeance on our slain ally Mema and defeat the Meme Team once and for all!” shouted Cruzerino. The salt shaker trembled and it appeared to the group that it was getting angry, “Go ahead” said Cruzerino “I’ll handle him!” Grima and Sean wished him luck and ran past the overgrown salt shaker which started towards Cruzerino. “Let's do this” and Cruzerino raised his arms as if preparing for battle. However neither struck, as in this dimension there was no such thing as doing battle physically, rather opponents would throw out roasts at each other, but these were no normal insults, each had the power to kill if the recipient reacted badly enough to it. “What are you looking at you stupid looking overgrown salt shaker” said Cruzerino, “I’m gonna rip your whole career apart like the press did to Hillary Clinton!” The salt responded furiously “I’m no ordinary salt shaker! I am salt man created from the massive amount of saltiness people harbor towards one and other.” Salt Man moved towards Cruz “Don't you judge me about my appearance, besides, you look like George Lopez, David Schwimmer and Ray Romano had a terrible threesome resulting in a baby!” This continued on for some time with Salt Man clearly winning out. After a few minutes Cruzerino was on the floor defeated with Salt Man standing over him. “Ha you really thought you could defeat me?” he paused “I too was once powerless, born Stef Currey I had no abilities but was still taken in by the meme Crew who gave me a home and eventually developed these powers for me, and know I am among the greatest in existence!” Salt man laughed a corny villainous laugh but paused when he noticed Cruzerino smiling. “What is it?” he cried. “You've made a fatal mistake Salt Man, by revealing your backstory and true name to me you have left yourself open to the greatest roast of all time!” “And whatever could that be?” responded the salt. “Well…” paused Cruzerino “Steph Curry my ass!” he yelled. Initially Salt-Man appeared unfazed, but he quickly began crying out in terror as his body began breaking apart. “HOW DARE YOU!” he screamed just before his entire body shook violently and exploded. Cruzerino’s relief was short lasted however, as he realized that with Salt Mans death, so to would the massive quantities of saltiness stored within him be released to wreak havoc across the planet. “I shall stop you” cried Cruzerino, and he set the salt ablaze using his lighter. As if it was alive the mass of salt began writhing about in the flames and managed to latch onto Cruzerino before he escaped. Cruzerino cried out as the entire room collapsed with a bang and neither he nor the salt would ever be seen again. Grima and Big Sean turned looked back hearing an explosion, and hoping the best for their companion, hurried towards the central area. After passing through a large archway they appeared in a massive dark room surrounded by candles. Suddenly they noticed a ghostly figure appear in the center of the room, and as they were about to run by it, the spooky thing screeched “I am the Resident Memelord ruler of this place and leader of the Meme Team, what business do you have with me intruders!” “We are here to defeat you and save the planet” said Grima, and the two companions walked towards the Memelord when suddenly a light flickered from the balcony above and Big Sean flung himself in front of Grima just as some sort of blast exploded towards the two. Sean took the full impact and fell to his knees crying out. Grima tried to lift up Sean but realized that his body was changing and stepped back. Out from the darkness of the balcony stepped yet another opponent. “And I am Billiam Bazooka, 2nd in command of the meme team.” “if you thought you would get a fair fight then think again, were villains after all, and we shall use any means to defeat you!” He patted the machine which had fired at Sean affectionately, “This is the Mass Extinction Makeover Event device, codenamed M.E.M.E. and we shall use it to control the world!” “It can turn anything hit into an awful meme and absorb their power” said the Memelord. Big Sean’s body stopped moving lying facedown on the floor. Grima flipped him over and screamed in fear, “The Legend 27? How could you that is a terrible meme!” The two tricksters cackled as Grima set Big Sean down. He sadly put him out of his misery by once again whispering into his ear “The legend 27 is an awful meme.” He then turned towards the memelord who had already began preparing his attack, and said to him “All I see here are stale memes, everything you say is a stale meme, even you are a stale meme!” The apparition screamed and attempted to flee but was stopped by his former henchman Billiam. “What are you doing Billiam?” asked the Memelord. “You went stale long ago, now you're too weak to do anything including represent and lead the Dream Team Meme Team” responded Billiam. “Now I will use the M.E.M.E. device to steal away your power along with his” he pointed to Grima “Then I will be the greatest being in the universe!” Billiam flipped the switch and fried the memelord, he then flipped another switch which seemed to transfer all of the stored up energy from the devices many victims into him. “Now” he gestured towards Grima “Let's do this buddy.” As the final battle started Grima realised that his first few attempts to roast Billiam had seemed to shockingly have little to no effect. On the other hand Billiam continued to strike at Grima’s very soul with each word he said. “You're stronger than I expected” said Grima, “I suppose it’s time to do this for real.” He began to shine bright like a diamond. “Time for my final form” and Grima transformed, he was now wearing a hawaiian t-shirt, flip-flops, shades, and shorts with his hair slicked back. “Well then,” cried Billiam “I thinks its about time to wrap this up.” He seemed to be charging up his final roast. “I would agree” responded Grima who also began preparing his next strike. Suddenly, the two let out their greatest roasts of all time and the area between them began to flash. The sounds of explosions could be heard from miles away as the two fought. There was another flash and the entire room erupted exploding outwards, as the fortress began collapsing upon itself. When the dust had settled not a soul could be seen. An arm reached out of the dust, tightly gripping a maltese flag.

The Immortal By: Isaiah Moore

There was an overwhelming darkness that would petrify any living soul. Not a glint of light nor a perceivable sound. The only sense that could be latched onto was the putrid smell of rot. This was a place that would turn any man against himself and engulf him with fear. Time felt distorted in this place and incomprehensible, minutes felt like hours, and seconds felt like days. A truly horrible place not worthy of the worst of human kind. A man of unknown origin was trapped here, scared, alone, and no memories to distract himself with. All he could do was lay in the darkness and expect the worst outcome. Hope was an unimaginable concept that was found in no corner of the man’s mind. The man felt no love, no elation, and no pleasure, only pain. After what seemed like an eternity of being trapped in this hell in an instant, the darkness was gone. A bright light pierced the man and everything around him. The smell of rot started to fade, and was replaced with the smell of burnt material. The man’s ears were overcome with tinnitus and his head started to ache viciously. As the light started to fade the man could feel sand surrounding him and the heat of a violent sun beating on his body. He laid in the sand physically and mentally exhausted from all the trauma he had just experienced. He tried to fight the urge to close his eyes but the want was too strong and in the end his tiredness overcame him and he fell asleep. When he woke up he was covered in sand and a lone desert snake had nestled into his torn trousers to shelter itself from the heat. The man shook the snake off and stood up with an energetic bolt. He felt clear headed and aware, a feeling he had not remembered experiencing ever. He noticed that his body had undergone intense changes. His arms and legs were bigger and stronger, his vision focused and highly acute any signs of first-degree burns from the desert sun vanished and he had virtually no pain. On his wrist was a watch like device that seemed to be embeddexd into his skin. On it a stopwatch that kept counting up, a date that read 01/15/3156 and a printed name that said “John Grima”. The man wondered about this name decided that it would be a good fit for him since he had nothing else to call himself. Grima walked through the desert aimlessly with no destination in mind, he didn’t know where he was or even why he was walking. He reached into one of his deep pockets and pulled out a Malta flag which he held onto as a token to discovering what he was before he forgot everything. After a day of walking he came across an abandoned destroyed city, large buildings laid beneath the sand destroyed, and in the vast distance the remains of a mega structure could be seen desolate and devastated. A rusty old sign lay on the ground that read “Davis, population 950000”. He thought about what life was like for the residents of the city before it was destroyed, and what could have happened that caused such destruction. In an instant a familiar bright light and a high pitched ringing pierced Grima and he found himself standing in a sprawling city with movement, and sounds coming from every direction. He was surrounded by large structures piercing the sky filled with life and action. In the distance he saw the megastructure, it stretched miles and miles high and was being orbited by thousands of objects he assumed were vehicles of some kind. Grima felt a new feeling he hadn’t remembered, which could only be described as joy. He watched as families of all kinds laughed and played with each other, and beings of all kinds living and enjoying their lives. His joy was shaken when he heard a siren coming from all directions, the families stopped playing and started panicking. He recognized the similar emotions that he was so familiar with in the families, the fear of death, and the struggle for survival. Before he could ask anyone what was happening there was an explosion in the distance, the blasts radius looked four times as large as the megastructure and glowed red. A shockwave blasted through the city knocking over all the buildings in site, and blasting Grima hundreds of feet backward into a building. The building then collapsed trapping Grima under the rubble. After hours of work Grima finally emerged to a fiery hell hole of destruction. What once was a city representing the progress of humankind was now engulfed with flames so hot they burned white. This was a disaster that not even the safest of people could have survived. Grima on the other hand was untouched by the disaster, he walked through the bright flames as if they weren’t there devastated as to what had just happened. He looked down at his watch and the date read 02/12/2602. In this moment, he finally understood what he had become and the sheer power he possessed. He realized that not only was he immortal, but he could bend time and space as if they were another one of his senses. Grima focused all of his energy into going back to moments before the blast. After a bright light and a piercing ringing, he was back in the action. He could even see his prior self looking around in distraught as everyone ran frantically. In that instant he focused even more and everything around him froze. Everything became silent and still. Grima walked around for a long while just observing this silent frightening world, the citizen’s expressions of fear and terror frozen in time. He teleported himself to the blast and saw what looked like a suspended warhead floating above the ground, on it an indistinguishable language he did not recognize. He put his hand on it, looked up into the sky, and focused. An instant later, he and the warhead were above earth. He rested there floating in space looking at the beautiful green planet in awe. He realized in that instant that it was his job to protect humanity, with the amount of things threatening human existence earth needed a protector. He looked deeper into the stars and teleported light years away to safely dispose of the warhead. Then returned to earth, the moment he returned there was a man waiting for him wearing a hooded cape that covered his face, an identical watch was implanted in his wrist, and the stopwatch read 11004 years, 6 months, 3 days. The man said with to him with a voice that sounded modified “You now know what your purpose is, and it is your duty to pursue it with the fullest passion.” In that instant the man disappeared. Grima knew his purpose.

[svbjetarch]

☢ – Yuzi x Chris & ✿ – Yuzi x Himchan ( Can it be drabbles instead? I love your drabbles *^* )

             ♕           Let the music play…

        Status   :   Accepting            @sakruhlij

        ☢     to have their car break down in an unfamiliar part of town, and our muses are lost.

            Chris ✗ Yuzi       She couldn’t help it, feeling lightly suspicious, watching from inside the car while Christopher tried to fix the car, though, looking at it in confusion would be more fitting, he didn’t look like he had an actual clue, that much even she could tell, no matter she could only see the lifted hood, not seeing his face, enjoying the sound of music still, with at least the radio not having stopped working. Way unlike the car, breaking down like this, in the middle of nowhere, as if it were just one more of his planned surprises, it seemed like too much of an intentional occasion, his bringing up the hidden side of their relationship once again, asking whether they could just tell her father already, knowing the answer already, that it didn’t work like this. No matter how good his standing in the company, leading their department at his age already, without the support from any relatives or friends but merely by his own desire and passion, he didn’t have enough of a stand, enough financial safety, enough of a social standing, to be accepted into their family just yet. They both knew that, just like she knew it bothered him, bothered him and added a bit to the tension, having to keep this secret, all their little hidden dates, the excitement from meeting each other in some supply room during the lunch break when it got too much, rather than walking around holding hands, it had aided to their relationship not falling into some state of always being the same. It wasn’t this much of a problem for her, keeping secrets, just how long had she hidden her identity from him, it must have been several weeks, weeks in which they had first gotten closer, attracted, desiring, not getting past the physical level until that accident had happened, the moment he had figured out she was his future boss, the heir to the whole business, merely working her intern to get to know some of the company’s ways of functioning. How easily it had suddenly progressed after that…       Not like it mattered too much now, they were too late to orientation, originally needing to be their first, the planning done by him, needing to take care of it all, her just silently helping out, not actually needing to do so, she would have enough to do with studying for some upcoming exams for university, but the excuse of needing to learn the things she later had to do was a good one to spend more time with him, to drive there together, wait until the others would arrive throughout the afternoon, half a day just for them, before they’d need to slip into their roles again. At least if they both had a single room it would be easier, she could just sneak into his room at night, fall asleep next to him, had gotten too used to that already, travelling to dreamland seemed to difficult while being on her own now, it didn’t fit the comfort she felt while falling asleep next to him.       A sigh left her as she finally stepped out of the car, wrapping herself into her coat, hugging it around her figure when stepping closer to him, looking at the engine carefully, trying to find anything that might be faulty. “Call some car shop to take it away and take care of it. The hotel shouldn’t be too far away anymore, it should be manageable to go their on our own. Unless you want to call them to pick us up?” She turned around to him, reaching for the collar of his coat, brushing any wrinkles away, looking straight into his eyes, trying to figure which option he’d rather prefer. “Your hands got dirty and you probably need a shower, too, before we start work. And you didn’t even eat proper breakfast, you should at least eat lunch.”Eat lunch with me alone, was only one of the unspoken aspects to her words, she didn’t want to sacrifice all their time they had, the last bit before they’d run into the other leading people of the department, intrude on their bit of time together, make it harder for them to be affectionate.       Slowly her arms wrapped around his waist, tip-toeing to have it easier to look at his face, pressing her body lightly against his. “I already called the hotel to tell them about our delay and they offered the car and sent me the number for the closest car shop. So we can either go with one of the two options I already mentioned or I’ll go to that convenience story I saw on the way from the highway, get us something to eat and we call the car shop once we settled into the car and started eating”, she suggested as third option, moving her arms a bit tighter to move him closer to herself, a grand action for her already, getting more and more used to physical affection the more time she spent around him, with him. “Will it be A, B or C for you? I’ll need to make the matching calls”. While talking, slowly and with time, her face got closer to his, lips nearly touching, yearning for his closeness despite their current surroundings, that anyone passing by would see them, more so since a standing car would attract quite some attraction, with the people owning it missing it might also arouse some suspicion but she didn’t have these kind of thoughts right now, way too distracted by the soothing scent of his cologne.       But as sweet as their little moment was quite as soon it ended, her ringtone resounding from the insides of the car, disrupting their time together, making her exhale one another sigh, just before solving from him, unwillingly, not wanting to just yet, to stay closer to him now that they easily could. But no chance, instead bending into the car to retrieve her phone and pick up, watching him with attentive eyes, carefully listening to those words she heard, a satisfied glint creeping into her eyes with which she looked at him, replying to the questioning expression. The call was ended soon, slid into her pocket, leaning against the car while looking at him. “It seems their train got some troubles so instead of in three hours, they’ll probably arrive only in the evening. So should we go for option B, call the hotel to get a car and to get yours treated, and after lunch make use of their swimming pool for a bit?”

      Definitely, option B had been a good one, getting picked up, car in the repair shop, and while Christopher had tended the business matters, looked at their congress room, printed all the necessary files, she had been in her room, working her way through books and papers, meaning to learn everything she needed for the exams before she’d lose all her concentration for being around him once again, which didn’t happen too late after. Elegant lunch, being able to take a stroll around the gardens while holding hands, asking how favored the swimming pool would be around this season but considering there weren’t many people at the hotel…       Nothing felt better than this very moment, surfacing from the water, right into his arms, being able to wrap her arms around his neck, clinging with her legs to his waist, his hands soon on her face to brush back her wet strands of hair, freeing her face from the obstacle. “We should do something like this in summer”, she muttered, leaning into the caress of his arms, closing her eyes to just enjoy the feeling for the moment, the warmth of his body so close to hers, strong arms holding her with ease, her already light weight lessened further by the water, making it just that much easier for him to press against him, soon resting her chin on his shoulder, fingers tenderly tracing his backmuscles. “Let’s go for a weekend vacation and just have relaxing moments like this…” Without anyone bothering them or daring their cover to be blown, even now she had needed to make sure, calling their colleagues in advance to their little swimming break, making sure they’d still be on the way and not possible interrupting their bit of time together.       “Or wait until my mother’s on a vacation. Father got a swimming pool installed for her because she complained about being too hot in summer. We’d only need to wait until the house is empty.” Because even towards her mother they needed to keep the cover up, the only thing that was bothering her, only being able to tell about him, never mentioning his name, never able to introduce him, it was all too difficult, might mean her father would find out and don’t that dare happen, they’d both be finished. He’d lose his job, might be fired just like that, the scandal that would cause to their department, she’d be sent to a different department, her undercover identity probably blown, they’d treat her as the CEO’s daughter, no more chance for a relaxed part-time job. And even then they wouldn’t be able to date, wouldn’t be able to easily meet anymore, she’d get a new phone, his number lost, a new appartment, no more of his visits, that was the kind of person her father was, he wouldn’t give her to someone he didn’t regard as worthy and Christopher had not yet reached that point.       “I’m sorry it’s so difficult for you because of me”, she whispered, watching the reflection of his reflection in the water, the little waves caused by her own movements, caressing his skin below the surface, smooth beneath her fingertips, a feeling she truly loved. “You always need to go out of your way for me…                Are you sure it’s worth it?”

       ✿     to have your muse cook for mine

            Himchan ✗ Yuzi       She didn’t understand anymore of this, the means of the experiment, exactly what they had created him for, what his purpose was. Admittedly, from the beginning nobody had told her anything to specific, they hadn’t told her about his shifting abilities, they hadn’t told her about his origins, their intention creating him, such a beautiful being with such a cruel side, something she had found out about in a way that should be so very impossible, something that still confused her, something she still hadn’t told him. Just like she hadn’t told him about the scratches on her face after their second encounter, after the second time she had seen him in his changed form, a sight that still ripped her apart, they beauty, such ethereal looks, and the cruelty of it, his whole body telling of aggression, of power. Oddly enough, she hadn’t known, the injury he had caused her, those bruises on her cheek, they hadn’t been caused because he had harbored any bad feelings, he probably only had wanted to get closer, to touch her, feel her, she just knew, because she had felt it, had been transmitted his emotions by being so physically close to each other.       But compared to being faced with his changed side, seeing his barbaric beauty, this very scene in front of her simply seemed surreal. The reason for it just as stupid once again, why she needed to watch over him, because he trusted her, listened to her, because he had never shown to much of aggression around her, because she knew how to coock, how to handle a kitchen, because she was used to being around him, unlike the usual kitchen personnel. So here she was, sitting in one of the facility’s kitchen, watching him clumsily handling the knife and cutting vegetables into uneven chulks, a sight that could nearly perceied as cute.       With an inaudbile sigh she got up, stepped closer to him, but the initial thought of teaching him, by leading his hands herself, was cancelled because of one little problem - she was too small to look over his shoulder. Even with heels on, she’d only be able to see this much, running into the possibility of him getting hurt, cutting those elegant digits of his. Plan B was more intimate, something she realized too late, but definitely worked out better, stepping out of her shoes, making it easier for him to see the cutting board despite being in front of him, having taken place inbetween the table and his frame, his hands covered with hers, muttering some explanations while carefully leading his hands, the pieces of vegetables soon turning out more evenly, once she had gotten used to handling the knife by using his hands, not her own.       But the longer she stood there, feeling the heat of his body at her back, feeling his breathing moving single strands of her hair, strong arms beneath her own, the less she was able to handle it, merely moments, enough to teach him how to handle the knife again, before she had to slip past beneath his arm, heartbeat echoing loudly in her ears, those feeling hot with embarassment, having been so very close to him. She should have looked for some other way, a thought crossing her mind too late, making her feel awkward now. “Just… Cut all of those vegetables, I’ll tell you about the meat later.” After she had gotten herself a drink, pulling a bottle of juice out of the fridge, making some distance inbetween them, cooling down her body with the cold liquid. Or at least she tried to.       Thinking about it, she wasn’t even sure what he usually ate, what they gave him, whether it was just normal food, the kind she ate too, or whether it was special, more fit to his character, the way his change told stories about hunters ruining their prey, mercilessly eradicating enemies, it was an entirely different strenght to human strenght, the kind she couldn’t imagine was sustained with a meager meal like hers. That kinda thinking occupied her thoughts for a while more, just standing there, thinking, still holding the open bottle, the one she nearly dropped when hearing his voice again, way too close to her ear, surprising her quite well, hot breath against her sensitive skin making her shiver for a moment.       It took her a moment, understanding his words, that he was done with the vegetables, drawing a nod from her, moving over to the cutting board, pushing the pieces of vegetables into a bowl for the mean time, before getting out the meat, chicken breast, just the perfect thing for some stir fry, easy enough for him to learn this soon, for getting some of the basic knowledges right. They had prepared quite some amount of meat, supporting her theory, that he didn’t base his strenght on a balanced meal like humans would, making her more curious, deciding it was something she would look into later, something to search the files for. “Don’t cut it too thin and be careful not to rip it while cutting”, she said, track of thoughts lost due to their earlier closeness, something she easily fled now, getting back to her chair, pretense of needing to put on her shoes again.       “I’m glad you didn’t get hurt lately.” Neither had he been visiting her in the middle of the nights, brought in by some staff members, meant to get his wounds treated, neither had she received his conscious, dipped into his mind, seeing what he saw, feeling what he saw. It might also mean he hadn’t changed lately, they didn’t tell her any of that sort, what kind of experiments he had to go through, but one thing she was sure of, if he had felt any kind of intense pain, she would have known it, would have felt it. Some days she wanted to ask him, whether they treated him cruelly, whether they hurt him, other days she wanted to ignore it all, think of them as merely dating, drowning in her one-sided feelings, not thinking he’d regard his doctor as a woman of interest. In the end she had never asked, whether it was not to hurt him, not to hurt herself with the knowledge, whether it was because it might darken the mood of their meetins, because she wanted to appreciate their time together, whether it was because she didn’t want to put him into troubles, hearing from him about what was classified information, she couldn’t tell, probably it just was a mixture of them all, ignored because she just wanted to be around him.       She must have drifted off again, tired as she was, easily hooked by thoughts, slipping into another dimension, pulled out when feeling his warm hands to her knees, kneeling in front of her, dark innocent eyes directed at her face, making her twitch with surprise, shiver because of the feeling of his hands, palms to her shin bone, fingers moving up her thighs, gently craddling her skin, driving her partly insane. “Where- Where did we stop?” Muttered words, question answered by itself when looking to his working area, the amount of meat cut and put into a tower, ready to be cooked, making her quickly get up, pulling down her skirt, preventing him from touching her legs just like that again. Putting out the pan, oil, turning on the stove for him and getting him a cooking spoon, she explained the following steps for the dish, making sure it was easy to understand, easy to follow even for a beginner like him, awaiting his nod before she got moving to fill the rice cooker and get some kimchi as side dishes.       It nearly seemed too easy, his getting it all done at once, too easy to be true, something to be proven right, too soon she heard a pained groan, loud noises from things being thrown over, just in time to see the pan thrown up into the air, oil pouring out, raining into the fire around the spots around, the flames shooting up, leeching off the oil, spreading around the working area, looking for more to burn. It was scary, it definitely was, but seeing him right in front, maybe not having dealt with fire before, not having expected that tiny explosion, toppled over from the shock, she was quick enough to get a move on, turn off the stove, cut off the gas supply, extinguish the fire with some towels.       The whole incident might have only lasted some moments, yet it felt too long, all flames died off, the pan thrown into the sink, not even looking at the state of the prepared food, her first thought was his safety, looking whether he had gotten hit or burnt anywhere, kneeling down in front of him, inspecting his arms, hands, the wounds he had suffered slowly disappearing, fascinating her, overshadowed by the fact of his adorable reaction, someone who had gotten hurt so often, suffered so many bruises in fights, each wound tended by her, was afraid of such a little fire, making her see him in a new light. A sigh of relief escaped her, seeing there was no terrifying wound, reaching out to gentle caress his cheek, soothingly petting his head. “Shall we give it another try? I’ll stay next to you this time, alright?”

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