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mypimpademia · 2 years ago

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— The Teacher (pt. 2)

Single dad! Gojo x Fem! Preschool teacher! Reader

Synopsis: Little Megumi wonders if you’re his new mom, and Gojo finds himself wondering the same thing.

TW: None

Note: click/tap here for part 1! or Click/tap here for part 3! I forgot to mention it in the first part, but ig it was kinda implied, Gojo is 29 in this not a teen like he was in canon. Gojo is also very briefly implied to get around

⇶ Satoru stuck to his promise of taking you out

⇶ He left Megumi with Utahime for the night, and made sure that everything was perfect for you

⇶ Truthfully, he went a little overboard out of his own anxiety

⇶ Booked reservations for one of the nicest restaurants in town, deep cleaned his house (just in case), got his already clean car detailed, bought a new suit despite having many hardly-worn ones in his closet, stalked your socials for hints at what you might like, and more that he’d be far too embarrassed to ever admit to

⇶ Satoru picked you up from your house at 6 pm, knocking on your door with a giant bouquet of flowers in hand

“You look incredible.”

Those were the only words Satoru could come up with when he saw you.

He always thinks you look incredible, but seeing you all dressed up outside of your usual work attire was a nice change of pace, and you looked effortlessly beautiful.

“Thank you, Toru,” you beamed. “You look pretty,” you told him, scanning over his tall figure, clad in a deep blue suit.

‘Toru’, ‘pretty’. He nearly passed out on your porch.

Satoru smiled, clearing his throat in an effort to gather his bearings as he fought back the deep blush that was crawling up his face.

“For you, mon chéri,” he said, in a corny fake French accent, presenting the large bouquet of flowers to you.

They were neatly wrapped in a brown paper, and tied off with a white bow. From just the look of it, you could tell they were expensive.

“These are my favorite,” you gasped, taking them from him. “How’d you know?”

He stalked your instagram and found a post from a year ago where you said you loved them.

“Lucky guess,” Satoru smiled. “Y’ready to go?”

⇶ He led you to his shiny black sports car, opening up the door for you to get in

⇶ It even smelled expensive, and the fresh scent of car shampoo was still lingering. You could tell he had it cleaned just for this, but didn’t say anything

⇶ When you got to the restaurant, out of place was an understatement for how you felt

⇶ You were just happy you decided to dress nicer than you had originally planned

⇶ Looking around, the restaurant was beautifully decorated, and the people dining were dressed just as beautiful

⇶ The more time you spent with Satoru, the more that you realized you knew next to nothing about him

⇶ Where does he get all this money from? What does he do for a living? Who is he, really? And what’s up with the sunglasses?

⇶ You will admit, the mystery only made him all the more attractive, but you had a newfound determination to peel back his layers

⇶ But your first date might not be the best time for that, so you were willing to let things unfold naturally for now

⇶ Satoru insisted that you ordered whatever you want off the menu because he was paying, and ignored your protests

⇶ You hopped around different topics of conversation throughout dinner, and you did eventually make it to the subject of work

⇶ Satoru asked you what exactly made you want to teach preschool, or teach at all, and watched your eyes light up

⇶ Teaching was undoubtably a job you need to have a passion for, and you had more than enough passion for it

⇶ You told him that you’ve always had an interest in teaching, and loved kids and thought they were precious, sacred even, and that their early years are the best part to watch and be a part of

⇶ Satoru’s heart was getting ready to leap out of his chest just watching you talk about something you love so much

‘She’d make a great mom for Megs…’

⇶ The thought surprised even him, Satoru wasn’t sure if it was genuine or intrusive, but it had him glancing at your features and around him to make sure he hadn’t accidentally said it aloud

⇶ He told you that all the kids were lucky to have you, and that seeing you take care of Megumi and all those kids with ease made him feel like his worries from adopting were pointless

⇶ He glazed over the adoption part so easily, you almost missed it

⇶ Sure, you were more than well aware that Satoru was a single father, and when you saw that his last name was different from Megumi’s, you just assumed it was his mothers last name

“It is his mothers last name, but he’s not at all my biological kid. I adopted him from… a friend.”

⇶ You had removed a layer from Satoru, only to find how thin it was in comparison to the amount he had left

⇶ The revelation answered some of the questions you had, and left you with even more at the same time

⇶ Just based on the hesitation he showed, you knew better than to press any further, and changed the subject

⇶ The rest of dinner went smoothly, and you and Satoru once again went back and forth about the bill before he was calling the waiter back to take his card

⇶ On the drive back, Satoru asked if you wanted to see Megumi since Utahime’s house was in the same direction as yours

⇶ You said yes, because of course you wanted to see Megumi, and because it was getting harder and harder for you to say no to Satoru

⇶ When you arrived at Utahime’s, Megumi lept at you before he even said hello to Satoru

⇶ Satoru feigned being hurt by the action, but Megumi still payed him no mind, directing all his attention to you

⇶ Satoru thanked Utahime for watching Megumi, and you overheard her saying something about not dumping his kid on her again

⇶ Megumi had you sit in the backseat with him, and told you about all the stuff he did at Utahime’s

⇶ All the sudden, he asked why you and Satoru were all dressed up

“Did you guys go on a date?”

You and Satoru shared a questioning look through the rear view mirror, one that asked ‘Should we tell him?’.

“Sure did little man!” Satoru told him, but Megumi didn’t seem too surprised by his answer.

“Oh, Dad goes on a lot of those,” Megumi said, before going back to playing with the plastic dinosaur in his lap.

Satoru was rethinking all his life choices in that moment. He gulped back the saliva that had pooled in his mouth, already going over how exactly he could explain that to you later on.

To his surprise, he heard you laugh at Megumi’s comment.

“But I’m your favorite, right?” You asked the boy, playfully nudging him. He turned to you with big wide eyes and smiled.

“Yup!”

⇶ Dropping you off at your house, Satoru thanked you for letting him take you out, and haphazardly tried to apologize for Megumi’s little comment and explain himself

⇶ You told him it was fine, and thanked him for the night, hugging him and planting a kiss on his cheek

⇶ Satoru froze up at the action, but managed to say bye to you as he collected himself and you disappeared into your house

⇶ When he and Megumi got back home, Satoru made a point to explain to Megumi why he couldn’t just throw out information like that to people, especially you

⇶ While putting on the boys pajamas in the dimly lit dinosaur themed room, Megumi yawned out a question

“Hey, dad,”

He spoke through a yawn while rubbing his eye with his fist. Satoru hummed back in acknowledgment, straining out the bottom of the little boy’s pajama shirt

“Is Ms. L/n gonna be my mom?” Megumi asked, looking at Satoru with low, sleepy eyes.

Satoru thought back to the statement that popped into his head during dinner. You would make a great mom for him.

“Um,” Satoru started, tucking Megumi underneath his comforter. “I dunno yet.”

He was honest. He didn’t know if what he was feeling for you was real or if he was just in over his head.

“I hope she is,” Megumi muttered, huffing out as his breathing turned into soft snores.

“Me too, Megs.”

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mar3ggiata · 2 months ago

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the night of the tarantula - 7

simon riley x oc

I wish I had a soft bed of faith to trust fall into

'We’re here’.

She stopped the scooter and placed her feet on the ground. Cutting the engine, he finally was able to relax his legs stretching them so he could touch the ground. That thing wasn’t meant for someone his size. His hands still rested on her hips, where he had held her while she drove. His nose was still in her hair. He stabilised the motorcycle, as she was not gonna be able to handle his weight and the scooter’s. She got off the bike before him, he got up and basically scooped the scooter from between his legs. ‘Booster’ that was how she called the motorbike. It was a small scooter, shiny black, aggressive and angry looking scooter. She said they were everywhere in Naples, perfect means of transportation.

She had invited him to go for a ride twenty minutes before, they were in a part of Naples she didn’t really visit when she was young, so that she wouldn’t risk getting recognised or stopped. She had a spare helmet.

He came to knowing he really couldn’t say no to her.

He didn’t want to upset her further than she already was, if she had the strength to get up and ask him if he wanted to go somewhere, he simply considered himself lucky. He wanted to spend time alone with her, and seeing her somewhat happy those days was a blessing. It was rare, seeing her content. And, who was he kidding, every chance to be close to her, he would cherish.

He didn’t even question her when she got on that tiny, almost wrecked scooter and told him to get behind her. She knew the way to the best pizza shop outside of Naples.

He spent the whole journey praying the wheels would hold on, wondering if anyone had seen them two leave together. They did. Price asked where she went and Gaz cleverly noticed Simon was missing too, even if it was ten at night. No one commented further.

The air was soft and warm on his face, her hair gently caressing his cheek when the wind would blow through them. His hands were firmly placed on her waist, his feet rested where her feet were supported to go cause his legs were too long. She placed her feet, she wore sandals, on top of his boots. He felt somewhat used to touching her, it didn't feel so foreign anymore. He squeezed her enough to hold on and not lose balance, and she didn't complain. He thought, every now and then, she was relaxing and leaning into him, pressing her back further against his chest.

'We’re here’.

She stopped the scooter and placed her feet on the ground. Cutting the engine, he finally was able to relax his legs stretching them so he could touch the ground. She got off the bike before him, he got up and basically scooped the scooter from between his legs.

They had left the busy streets behind them, they were in a more rural area. They had passed a laundromat and few restaurants on the way, he didn't know which mountains there were close to, but they must have been in a valley.

She led him to the shop, there was a neon sign that read ‘pizza’ and a few tables outside. Two men were eating at the counter, chatting to the owner. He tried not to stare or look suspicious. 6'2'' fucking brit, built like a wardrobe, dressed all in black, with a pretty girl in a pizza shop at ten pm. Not suspicious.

Eva approached the counter and spoke with a neutral italian accent.

'Buonasera'.

The owner's accent was definitely thicker, he was from the area. 'Buonasera, ditemi.'

'Buonasera' meant 'good evening', he guessed. He had even started to recognise the sound of the dialect, he knew she was faking not being from there.

She asked something else, looking at the counter, he guessed she ordered something to eat. 'Posso avere una pizza fritta pomodoro e mozzarella… e…', she tilted her head in thought. He didn't even try to interfere, he stood there like an idiot beside the fridge. She was in her element.

The owner suggested something, she liked what he said and nodded. 'Si, provola va bene, grazie!'

He gave a quick nod to the man when he felt him look his way. He wasn't wearing a mask at the moment, he had it in his back pocket. It would have been strage. Naples scared him, he really didn't want to mess with the locals, nor endanger Eva. Most of all, endanger Eva more than he already was, him and Price.

'What did you get?' He asked, she led him outside where a small bench was. Before he sat, she signalled to take a peek inside the small kitchen from the window. He took her advice, she gestured to the inside. The same man that was at the counter was moving inside the small space, he checked the temperature of a large pot of frying oil and began to work on his pizza dough. He garnished two dough balls, one with tomato sauce and mozzarella cubes, the other with another type of cheese, sausage and what looked like spinach of some sort. He then closed the dough on itself and pressed tightly to prevent the filling from spilling out. He stretched the dough before gently immersing it in the sizzling oil.

'Oh, it's fried?' He asked, she replied with an amused smile.

'They started frying it in the 1940s, the people that couldn't afford ovens. It's really good.'

The man kept a close eye on their pizzas, unbothered by them looking at him cook, and chatting to his friends, his voice loud, pronouncing words Simon wasn't understanding. The smell of tomatoes and fried dough invaded his nose, his stomach rumbled in a way he wasn't used to. Even hunger was different when he was with Eva. She taught him food was meant to be enjoyed, it was a gift, culture and tradition. He just ate to survive.

Both pizzas came to cost them eight dollars. Unbelievably cheap, how do people live with prices so low?

'Try this one first', Eva suggested. It was the 'margherita' one. The dough was incredibly soft and light despite being fried, it was fragrant and chewy at the same time. Salty, the tomato was seasoned with oregano. He didn't guess that, she told him. She watched him struggle with the cheese pulling from the pizza from his bite, she smiled and took a bite of the other one. Incapsulated in time, in another universe, they sat together eating fried pizzas, Naple's speciality. He got a beer from the fridge, she gave him her pizza to try, she didn't care he already took a bite of the other one. He was maskless, he was normal. He had a shirt on and jeans, he was relaxed. No guns, no enemies. She wasn't crying for once, she wasn't panicking, she looked at him with stars in her eyes. She was calm and she chose him to share her calmness with. To share the evening, the hot air, the scooter and the mountains. Out of everyone, she chose him.

'Okay, why don't we..' Price tried to regain control of the situation. He took a folding chair from the corner of the room, two chairs one for himself and one for Simon.

'Why don't we tell you the plan, sound good?'

She closed her mouth, taken aback from his calmness, almost surreal. The two men sat down in front of her, Ghost more on the right side of the table. Having him so near frightened her, she could feel his judging eyes on her, she could feel how disgusted and disappointed he must have felt. She sat back, pressing her back to the chair. She wanted to hear.

'We know the south's corrupt, the special services we'll work with are units from the north, they're clear'.

'The north is corrupt too…', she mumbled, Price dismissed her comment with a gesture of his hand. 'We're given a base at Saint Felix, it's a thirty minute drive from the city. We're gonna stay there in the mountains, coordinate from there.' She quickly glanced between the two men. Price noticed. 'We're coming too, you're not going there alone.' Oh. That was different then. A special unit, British secret service squad in her hometown though… They stood no chance.

'Still, I can't just show up at my house…', she started again, and Price interrupted.

'Your sister knows.' She shut up. 'She's with us.'

So, as Ghost came to knowing just minutes before the interrogation that day, Maria Adele, or Mary as Price referred to her, was contacted by Laswell about Eva. She was married now, she had a one year old, she worked at the bank. She used to be a swimmer. They explained the plan and how Eva was going to be sent to Italy to work with the secret services. Maria Adele was shown pictures of Eva from the most recent days and she almost didn’t recognise her. She said her hair had never been this long, she said she looked good. She was an adult, she wasn’t a little girl anymore.

The captain said she was skeptical at first, said no a few times, but at least she understood and offered her help. She was smart, a nice person. Just like her sister.

Ghost had the chance to take a good look at Eva. Her pupils dilated like she was in coke, dark circles under her eyes that she hid with makeup and some redness adorned her nose. Her lips were chapped, she looked like she was about to fall apart, even though she came in so put together…

Price carried on trying to convince her. 'Your sister Mary knows, she wants to help, help us and you…'

'She doesn't need to be involved…', Eva muttered under her breath. She looked small enough to hold in the palm of his hand.

‘She’s with us’, Price repeated, as to reassure her. She didn’t look at ease anymore, she was tense and the fact that she hid her hands under the table made Simon think she was destroying her cuticles again by ripping off her skin.

‘Covid has been harsh on Italy’, Price started. ‘Especially for those small businesses that make money through tourism. And Naples is full of families that are struggling, restaurants, bars and local shops…’

Eva's eyebrows furrowed for a second, her head tilted to the side. What was he insinuating? But she let him speak.

'So we've been thinking, and some of the gangs have already started doing this in Sicily… to give them a hand, to offer help. This is the kind way of saying it, they're planning-'

'To take over the businesses. We put our people to work for them and we share the profit. But when the crisis is done, we still ask for money as a thank you for the times they were in need and we helped. We could even do some money laundering... '

They turned to her, once again surprised. She was so blunt with it, no filter. Not only did she finish the sentence for the captain. She even had more ideas, uh. A true professional. Ghost had to remind himself, not only of her incredible intelligence, but of the fact she was, at heart, a criminal.

She understood what they were thinking, she quickly jumped in. 'They did the same for the earthquake in 2015…', she said, '…they immediately started running made up construction business, they helped the people that lost their homes with loans, and they haven't stopped asking for money since. And the shops and restaurants, they are still under our control, we never really stopped getting a part of the profit from them... and, yes, we would use their businesses to cover the money that we made through drugs and prostitution…'

Price nodded, the unsettling revelation that she was already familiar with that kinda stuff was a lot to take in. And for Simon too.

'So…' Price resumed, '…we believe if you get back to your family, you could suggest this type of business to your mom, and offer your help. You'll be constantly wearing a microphone, you'd be recording every conversation you two have. And you'd report back to us in Saint Felix, every day. Once she trusts you again and lets you in on everything else, we just need to know the details and we'll take it from there.'

Simons studied her reaction to the plan, her face dropped. 'You wanna kill her?' She murmured.

'No, of course not.' Price soon clarified.

She seemed to be thinking about it, her brows furrowed and her mouth in a thin line.

'What about the others?' She asked.

'The Caseranos?'

'Them'.

'Well… we know your ex-'

'What?' She stopped him again. Furious this time, a bit ahead of herself, but still. She did always seem to get angry really fast. This was, maybe, a bit too personal.

Simon knew what the captain was gonna say and frankly, he didn't approve. Lure her ex into confessing using her, it didn't felt right, and he wasn't used to thinking like this. If that was the plan then so be it, if she wanted to help, she needed to stick to the plan. However… He didn't really know how to describe it, but he felt uneasy at the thought of what she would need to do with this… ex boyfriend?

'Well, you two dated, no? A long time ago, but you dated him', Price asked.

She was looking down at her lap, the emotions on her face weren't clear. Regret, nostalgia? Anger, most of all.

'And?'

'We just thought, since he's not with anyone at the minute, and we know he was quite fond of you…', her eye twitched, she wasn't comfortable anymore, '…you could befriend him again and we would go from there.'

'Befriend him, is that the nice way of saying you want me to fuck a guy I dated when I was seventeen?' She almost yelled, and got up from her chair.

The thought made Simon want to throw up.

'We're saying…' Price tried, but she was already gone, at least mentally.

'No no, you're asking me to do the right thing yeah, to do what's right!' She swung her bag on her right shoulder, at that point Simon stood up as well. 'He was supposed to be the enemy, you know I can't even be seen talking to him.'

He thought about saying something. About reassuring her in some way, Price wasn't sure asking her to do that stuff if she didn't want to… He surely would never put her in danger, was he a dangerous individual? She thought he could hurt her, did he ever hurt her in the past?

She was nearly out the door, Price stood up and tried to assure her they didn't want to use her.

'I killed his unborn brother, you're asking me to get with him...' she said. Simon had to admit, it did sound... rough. She was gone before he could process an answer.

And he felt bad. He felt like a complete useless idiot, he could have been on her side, at least for that last part. To let her know he didn't approve of this part of the plan. Did she think he didn't care if she had to have sex with some random guy? Not completely random, but still did she think he didn't care if she felt used? Did she think, because he didn't say a word during the whole meeting, he didn't want to help her?

You could have told me, that was what he said to her last time he was her alone, at the dance studio. He wanted to know, he wanter her to be open with him, at all times, with everything. Him and only him.

He exited the base and got one of the cars.

He drove to her house.

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endless-summer-soldier · 1 year ago

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dr. feelgood - chapter nine

pairing: Surgeon!Bucky x SurgicalIntern!Reader

summary: Y/N has a one night stand with a handsome stranger the night before starting her new job as a surgical intern. Little does she know, the handsome stranger also happens to be her new boss

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After checking on my patients and changing out of my scrubs, I walked into the parking lot to find Bucky leaning against the side of a shiny black jeep.

“There she is!” he announced, straightening his posture to greet me. “I was starting to wonder if you were standing me up.”

“I would never,” I feigned offense.

“I have a hard time believing that.”

I considered my dating history, “Sure, I’ve ghosted guys before. But I’ve never actually stood someone up. That’s just cruel.”

“Fair enough, but don’t even think about ghosting me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I winked at him. He opened the passenger side door for me, like a true gentleman, and I climbed into the car.

The drive to his place was short and we made easy small talk on the way. I was expecting to feel nervous in the lead up to our arrival at his place, but I wasn’t. He pulled into the driveway of a brick row home, with navy shutters and white accents along the windows. I let myself out of the car before he could open the door for me and he led me up the couple stairs to the front door. There was a welcome mat on the front porch that read The Neighbors Have Better Stuff and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Is this your version of home security?” I asked, pointing to the mat with my toe.

He chuckled, “My sister got that for me when I bought the house. And I have to say no burglaries yet so it must be working.”

When he opened the front door, I was surprised to find that his house felt very homely. I was expecting a bachelor pad, with hard edges and several shades of grey. Instead, I was met with neutral colors, tasteful art, and warm lighting. Bucky placed his keys on a hook by the front door and told me to make myself at home. I shrugged my jacket off and before I could find a spot for it, Bucky took it from my hands and put it on a hanger in the hall closet. I slid off my ankle boots and found a seat on the very comfortable sectional, as Bucky flipped a switch that started a flame in the fireplace.

“Here’s the remote, you can find something to put on the TV while I grab us a few drinks.”

I clicked on the TV and was met with a wide selection of programs. “You have all the streaming services…” I spoke in disbelief.

“And cable,” he added.

“Sheesh, living the dream over here.”

“You know what’s embarrassing about that? I almost never watch TV,” he admitted.

I gaped at him, thinking about the intricate network of log-ins I’d collected and bartered for over the years.

He sat next to me on the couch with a decanter of red wine and two crystal glasses.

“Let me guess, this is a vintage sangiovese from a little village in the south of Italy?”

He poured a sample into a glass and handed it for me to try before adding, “Don’t give me too much credit, it’s a midrange bottle. A Spanish tempranillo.”

“Mmm,” I replied, before imitating a sommelier, swirling the wine around before taking a big whiff. I took a sip and contemplated before making my assessment, “I’m getting strong notes of grape.”

Bucky let out a chuckle before topping off my glass and filling his own. He leaned deeper into the couch and I did the same, keeping about a foot of distance between us.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to impress me, Barnes,” I declared.

He shrugged, “Is it working?”

“Maybe a little.”

He pulled his phone out and tapped a few buttons, before smooth jazz started playing over the speaker system in the house.

“How about now?”

“Why have we been spending all this time at my place when you live in this literal smart home?”

“I had to make sure you weren’t after me for my money,” he joked.

“Oh, is that not clear? I’m definitely only interested in you as a sugar daddy.” He gave me a look and I was pleased to have grated on his nerves just a bit. “But seriously, your house is incredible.”

“You haven’t even seen the whole thing.”

“Are you going to give me the tour?” I smiled.

He nodded, “I can give you a tour.” He stood up and held his hand out for me. We started on our current floor, where he showed me his incredibly clean kitchen and back deck, overlooking the water. Then he took me into the basement, where he had a room that could only be described as a mancave, with a big screen TV, comfortable seating, and a small stocked bar. There was also a small room in the back that had a home gym, full of free weights, a treadmill, and a Peloton.

Next we headed toward the second floor, which contained the laundry room, home office, and the master bedroom. We paused when we reached the master bedroom, as I entered the room and decided to look around.

“Does this meet your standards?” he joked. I smiled at him as I walked around the bed and peeked into the bathroom. It was immaculate. Perfectly clean and tidy, well decorated, and aesthetically pleasing. I was impressed.

“Are you always this clean?” I asked, still in disbelief.

“Ever since the military. They ingrained cleanliness into me, despite my protests.”

“Remind me to thank them. Most guys I know live in their own filth.”

“Well I’m not most guys,” he said, stepping a foot closer to me. “You want to know the best part about this room?”

“Does music magically play in here too?” I asked.

“It does, but that’s not the best part.” I tilted my head, waiting for him to explain further. He didn’t speak more, but ushered me to come to him. I complied, standing about a foot in front of him, dying in anticipation. He placed both hands on my shoulders and gently guided me backwards, until the back of my legs hit the mattress. Then he pushed me down so my knees buckled and I was sitting on the bed. As I sunk into the soft mattress, I felt like I was sitting on a cloud. I instinctively leaned back so that my torso was on the bed and let out an unconscious sigh.

“This is amazing.”

I heard Bucky chuckle as he watched me, “After I got back from my deployment, all I wanted was a soft bed. I didn’t want any reminders of lumpy cots or sleeping in the desert.”

“I don’t think I can go back to my bed after feeling this one.”

“Well it’s a good thing you don’t have to,” Bucky flirted. He slowly crawled on top of me and my hands instinctively found their way around him. I gently scratched the hair at the back of his neck and studied his face, trying to read his expression. His pupils were wide and were focused on my eyes, flashing briefly to look at my lips. I could sense his heart beating out of his chest, matching my rhythm, and he let out a deep exhale that barely reached my mouth. We were in a stare off, taking each other in and waiting on edge to see who would make the first move. The edges of his mouth slowly turned upward into an amused grin and that was it for me. I pulled him towards me, desperate to feel the caress of his soft lips. His touch did not disappoint. As soon as we connected, I probed my tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. He placed his strong hand on my jaw and entwined his fingers into my hair.

We moved together slowly, savoring the moment instead of rushing to the finish line. Bucky had moved from my lips to my neck, planting wet kisses down to my collar bone, where he lingered, doing things that would surely leave a mark. I ran my hands up the back of his shirt, needing more skin to skin contact. I scratched small circles around his back before I whispered, “Can I take this off?”

He pulled away to catch his breath and grabbed the collar of his shirt from the back and easily pulled it over his head.

“Your turn,” he said smugly. I rose to his challenge, propping myself on my elbows to pull off my top. While I wish I’d been wearing some lacy lingerie, I was clad in a ribbed bralette in heather grey.

“I’m sorry I’m not in lingerie, but I didn’t expect-”

He cut off my defense with a kiss, massaging my lips with his and sending his tongue in to explore my mouth.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he breathed in between kisses. “Don’t ever apologize for how you look.”

That statement turned me on even more, if that was possible. I pushed him off of me and directed him to lay next to me on the bed. I unzipped my jeans and shimmied out of them, then climbed on top of Bucky so I was straddling him.

“Please don’t make me wait any longer,” he begged. I wanted to tease him more but I wasn’t sure I could hold it together much longer either. I hovered over him, planting a few kisses on his lips before making my way down his body to his pelvis. I playfully nipped at his hip bones before unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down his muscular legs. I could see his erection through his boxer briefs and wasted no time massaging his bulge.

His head dipped back into the mattress in pleasure, and I had barely even started. I pulled down the waistband of his boxers, freeing his erection from its confinement. I gripped him firmly, sliding up past the tip and back down in a fluid motion. Bucky let out a contented sigh, giving me the confidence I needed to continue. I leaned forward to take his shaft in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down as I massaged his member with my tongue. He reached down and tangled his hand in my hair, gently massaging my scalp.

“I’m not gonna last much longer,” he breathed. I continued blowing him, paying special attention to the tip and fondling his balls. I heard him grunt and tasted the slightly salty taste of his semen. I eased working his shaft with my mouth, opting to clasp him with my hand, as I swallowed down his load. He guided my head up off of his penis and pulled me up towards him, squeezing me into a tight bearhug.

“You are amazing,” he gushed, kissing my cheek and neck repeatedly. I wiggled out of his tight grasp to reposition myself so that I could see him better. I placed a hand on his jaw and pulled him toward me, kissing him with vigor yet again. He placed a hand on my hip, gently running his thumb over my pelvic bone. He pulled away sooner than I wanted, and I tried to pull him back to me. He recognized the look in my eyes, and gave me a soft smile as he brushed a few loose strands of hair behind my ears.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll make it up to you.” He gently laid me down on the mattress as he shifted his weight on top of me. He started with my lips, exploring my mouth with a slow, lingering kiss. Then he peppered kisses along my jaw, up to my ear. He tugged my earlobe with his teeth and then planted soft kisses behind my ear. He moved down my neck, applying pressure with his tongue. As he continued south, briefly teething on my clavicle before journeying down to my sternum. He slid his hands up my sides and under my bralette. He looked up at me and raised an eyebrow, as if asking for my permission to proceed. I gave him a quick nod and he peeled the bralette up, freeing my breasts. I pulled the bralette over my head and shivered slightly at the cold air caressing my nipples. Bucky picked up on my momentary discomfort and acted quickly, bringing his mouth to my left nipple as his hand massaged my right breast. I let out an unconscious moan and noticed a smirk on Bucky’s lips before he switched sides to the other breast. Things started to get fuzzy as I was entering a natural high.

Bucky moved down lower, teasing my abdomen, pelvis, and inner thighs along the way. He pulled my thong off slowly, teasing me, but then his tongue found my clitoris and I was sent into orbit. He managed to circulate the use of his fingers, lips, and tongue to all my sensitive areas. My fingers were digging into the bed sheets, looking for something to grasp as I teetered on the edge of my orgasm.

Bucky took me by surprise when he inserted a second finger and I let out a heavy breath. I shifted my gaze down toward Bucky and was met with his ocean blue eyes looking up at me. I could’ve sworn he was smiling too, even though his mouth was focused on pleasuring me. And that was all it took. I succumbed to my orgasm, shuddering and releasing all the tension in my body as Bucky lapped up my juices, savoring every drop. I felt light headed from the intense orgasm that came quickly. I’d never finished like that from oral stimulation alone. I blinked rapidly up at the ceiling, trying to refocus my eyes and sighed, “Oh Buck.”

I felt his weight shift up as he crawled up beside me, “How was that, my little sex goddess?”

I turned toward him and couldn’t hide the smile from my face. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. I nuzzled into him and said, “I don’t ever want to leave this bed.”

“Me neither.”

I was startled awake by my own gasping. My eyes bugged and I struggled to breathe as the pressure increased to my throat. Bucky was on top of me, his legs straddling my waist, but not in a fun way. He had me pinned down to the mattress and his forearm was pressed into my windpipe. His eyes were glazed over, almost like he was possessed.

I tried to call his name but it came out as more of a gasp. Then I made the mistake of trying to push him off me. I should’ve realized fighting back would just make him push harder, but I wasn’t thinking, I was reacting.

His hands were now enclosed around my neck as he started to squeeze harder. My first instinct was to panic, but I knew that wouldn’t help break him from his trauma-induced haze. If I could just talk to him, maybe it would wake him up. Maybe my voice could break into the nightmare he was having, even just to serve as a distraction. I tried to speak again, but all that came out was a squeak.

I needed to pull him back to reality, so I tried something unexpected. If he thought I was a dangerous enemy, the last thing he would expect would be affection. I gently placed my hands on his jaw. His expression shifted slightly and his grip on my neck loosened a bit. I took the opening and carefully pulled his face closer to mine, rubbing little circles behind his earlobes with my finger tips. As his face drew nearer, his forehead and nose connected with mine and his hands released my neck. I barely brushed my lips against his mouth and felt all the tension in his body melt away. I took in a few deep breaths, relieved to have de-escalated the situation. Bucky rolled back to his side of the bed, but curled into me. I directed his head to my chest and ran my fingers through his hair, giving him a scalp massage. He fell back asleep with ease, his breaths and body weighing heavy on me.

Despite the soothing sounds of his breathing, I was wide awake. Adrenaline was still coursing through my veins from the attempted strangulation. The strangest thing was, I wasn’t upset with Bucky. That wasn’t the Bucky I knew, it was just a PTSD flare up. I should’ve been scared of him, of another attack. Yet, I couldn’t imagine leaving him. He talked a little about his time in the military but he never got into any of the specifics. PTSD never even crossed my mind, Bucky always seemed so put together. And now that I saw the darker side of him, all I wanted was to help him and protect him from his haunting thoughts.

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ark-inkweaving · 25 days ago

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Character File R007: Kea

"Yeah yeah, I'm a liar, I'm a criminal, I'm awful, guess what? So is everyone here. You've got to work with me though so shut up, suck it up, and try not to get killed"

Basics

Legal Name ✵ Keareim

Age ✵ 26

Pronouns ✵ He/Him

Orientation ✵ Queer

Skin ✵ Dark Brown

Build ✵ Slim

Height ✵ 1.53 m / 5' 0''

Eye Color ✵ Bright Acquamarine

Hair ✵ Cangiant Indigo, Wavy, Past the Shoulders, Often Pulled in a Low Ponytail

Occupation ✵ Sex Worker | Informant and Assasin

Notable Features ✵ Razor-Thin Scars over Fingertips and Sides, Violet-Backed Starling Wings and Tail, Dappled Feathers near Ears

Work Specific

Species ✵ Shirevi-Avian

Elemental Resonance ✵ Air

Citzenship ✵ Fyma

Base Location ✵ Asglen

Alias ✵ Gailkyane {Windcatcher}

Allegiance ✵ vaguely Lightwatch-adjacent (Idefexi)

Personality

an incredibly confusing man. goes from vain and capricious to serious and almost aggressive in a near-instant. seems incapable of not being teasing and sensual every second, and very much appears to enjoy the attention from it. for as many people call him annoying, many others call him fair and level-headed. even as Gailkyane people are split on whether he is a blood-soaked menace or a caring, if unexpected, savior

Likes ✵ playing music, flying, smoking, knives, cloudy days, warm weather, jewelry and shiny fabrics

Dislikes ✵ loud sounds, straight-laced people, excessive light, being looked down on,

Speaking Style ✵ a thick accent and very low voice, almost in a constant sensual purr. he's no wordsmith, but he's a practiced liar and skilled at leading conversations. varies in formality depending on who he interacts with, constantly using petnames. as Gailkyane, much more formal and doesn't really use pet names. swears only occasionally

Clothing Style ✵ a fan of sheer, shimmering fabrics and light clothes, that more often than not cover very little. quite elegant and tasteful though, with metallic ornaments and body jewelry in spades, includes many piercings. in cold weather, tends to add more layers rather than covering more. however as Gailkyane covers up everything and gives up the sheer colorful fabrics for skin-tight dark clothes. he also colors his hair, wings and tail black

[backstory and taglist under the cut] [TW: Violence, Absue, Cults, Murder, Sexual Themes]

Backstory

Kea knows very little about his biological family beyond the fact that his mother was shirevi and his father was avian. He's not sure who they are or if they're even alive. As far as he' knows's been told they abandoned him, but he doesn't trust it. Either way, he considers it irrelevant, as he still grew up within a "closed community". This community was very reserved with many codes about behavior and a strong belief in a "good ancestry", which Kea as a halfblood didn't have. However it was their belief that he could be saved. He just had to do a lot of favors and jobs, and accept his punishments when he failed. And he "failed" a lot. Kea only really started noticing that what he was doing was a lot of crime when his caretaker, Asteren, began distancing himself from the community. He was ten when both he and Asteren decided that enough was enough. Asteren left, rescuing as many people like Kea as possible, while Kea himself baited patrols into the community, led by Lieutenant General Halievak. Kea got caught up in the stint by his former leader and had to kill the woman to free himself. After that, Kea disappeared into anonimity. However Gailkyane started to surface as an assasin for hire, quite cheap but not taking every job; most of the time he'd go after abusers and kidnappers. Kea instead mostly appeared in pubs and dark alleys, talking to people and slipping things in and out of their pockets, an entertainer. It's here that he met Lukiat, who was fresh off of running away. The two struck up an uncanny alliance that developed into friendship and often pulled each other off the deep end. As Gailkyane, Kea became an idefexi-lai and dived into red-light districts in his civilian identity to dig up information. This is how he found news about an experimentation facility and arena. Within the Idefexi he gathered a force, which included Lukiat, to bust said operation. After that he followed Lukiat to Asglen, where he estabilished himself in the red light district once more. To this day he still gathers information like that, while occasionally taking jobs to spy, pass information along or kill

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✵ Revolve Taglist ✵ @corinneglass @aalinaaaaaa @write-with-will

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astoopidfool · 6 days ago

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Expanding Chapter 2 - Beginning

a Buck and Tommy teen adoptee fanfic

Rated: T | Words: 4,017 | CW: Mentions of abuse | On Ao3 |

| Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |

Buck

Their first meeting goes well. Branson is, not unexpectedly, subdued. He sits on the couch in Emira’s office with his hands in his sweatshirt pocket, and hardly spares Buck or Tommy a glance. He keeps his head at a forty-five degree angle and seems to dissociate as he stares out at the LA skyline. Emira’s office is wall to wall windows, giving him the perfect real world TV. He doesn’t acknowledge their presence at all.

Buck doesn’t take it personally. He’s heard more about Branson in the two months since he and Tommy decided that he was going to be theirs. He hasn’t led the best life, even more so since he was torn from a family steeped in drugs and domestic violence, and as a foster kid, he was bounced from location to location, never finding a place to truly set down roots. Buck understands what that’s like, more than he cares to admit. He’s not going to fault someone for growing up in a fucked up environment and responding to it in an expected way.

Finally, though, today is the day that Branson comes home. Or, at least they hope. At the very least, it’s Branson’s official home visit with Emira, and Buck hopes that Emira decides that it’s an acceptable place for him to stay. Since last month, Buck and Tommy have spent every spare moment they had cleaning out their second bedroom space, which had become the place where unwanted things went to die. They bought a brand new bedroom set, including a queen sized mattress, and an L desk that fit cozily in the back corner. They went back and forth on whether they should buy a desktop or a laptop for him, and ended up buying the desktop but then a tablet as well. If Branson needed a laptop for some reason, though they talked to the local school district and learned that each student was provided one, they would cross that bridge when they got to it.

Wanting Branson to decorate how he wants to, hopefully showing off his personality, they kept the decor to the minimum. They bought plain, white sheets but a deep red quilt set that came with one square solid red accent pillow, and one yellow and white checkered long accent pillow. They placed a few stock paintings up on the walls, which they decided to leave off-white to make it easier to paint over should Branson decide that’s what he wants later on, and they lay out a sort of fluffy grey rug under the bed that peeks out and sort of fills in the empty floor space between it and the desk. On the bed is a basket filled with some basic necessities that Maddie helped pick out - some shampoo and bodywash, a loofah and three grey and white rags in a diamond pattern, a shiny new shaving kit that even includes a nice zippered bag to store it in, and a few other little things. Again, they didn’t want to presume Branson’s preferences, so they started with the little things.

They cleared out the bathroom across the hall as well, putting in some new bath mats and simple shower curtain.The filled the cabinet under the vanity with some cleaning supplies, and of course more toilet paper, as well as a stack of fluffy towels just for their new son. The space was small, but cozy, and included a tub if Branson was ever interested in taking a bath versus a shower. Buck feels proud of what they did, and hopes that the moody teen will like what he sees, and if he doesn’t, Buck hopes he’ll feel comfortable enough to speak up.

When the doorbell rings just after noon, Buck is vibrating with excitement. Unable to wait for his husband, who’s sitting next to him on the couch, he bounds to the door and pulls it open. Branson stands outside with a small black bag in one hand, and a surly expression on his face. Emira stands behind him, grinning as always. “Evan!” She greets him, setting a hand on Branson’s shoulder. “Lovely to see you.”

“You too.” He eagerly agrees. “C’mon in. Can I get you guys anything to drink? Water, tea, coffee…?” He steps back, bumping into Tommy’s chest, not having even noticed the man slide in behind him. Tommy sets a warm hand at his waist and squeezes gently. “Oh, I have a few cans of soda if you’d prefer.”

Emira nudges the teen inside and directs him to set his bag down in the front entry for the moment as she says, “If you have bottled water, that would be great.”

“Sure thing.” Tommy says, returning the warm smile. “Branson, anything for you, bud?”

“Don’t call me that.” It’s the first thing he’s said to them since their first meeting and Buck has to hold in a little happy dance. Branson’s voice is smooth and a little bit on the higher side; pleasant to listen to over all.

“No problem, kiddo.” There’s a twinkle in Tommy’s eye when Buck turns an exasperated look on his husband. Taunting the kid was no way to start their relationship… Or maybe it was? Break the ice early? It didn’t matter because Branson just rolls his eyes and crosses his arms defensively over his chest. “Alrighty then, water for you too since you seem to be feeling a little bit salty. Evan can give you the tour if you’d like or you can make yourselves comfortable on the couch and kick your feet up for a minute. Whatever floats your boat.” Tommy plants a quick kiss to his temple before disappearing into the kitchen. Buck hears the fridge open a moment later.

As they stand there, Buck swears he hears Branson mutter “gross” but chooses to pretend he doesn’t. Knowing the environment the kid grew up in, Branson probably hasn’t had much exposure to anything except macho straight guys and so this was a whole new experience for him. Buck isn’t going to hold it against him. How can he? Anyway… “So, Branson. Let me give you the tour since Emira has already seen the place.” Buck holds an arm out into the expanse of the house, ushering the teen forward. He huffs, again, but reluctantly shuffles on. Placing a hand lightly on one shoulder, not knowing how Branson feels about being touched, Buck guides him through the house, pointing out rooms. “To the right is the kitchen. To the left is what I guess you would call the sitting or gathering room. Through the archway is the living room. The TV is in there along with all of the game stations. Do you play?” Branson shakes his head, eyes cast downwards. “Nothing wrong with that. Maybe I’ll make you a gamer yet.”

Carefully he leads them down the L shaped hallway, Emira following a few steps behind him. Stopping at the first door on the right, he swings it open revealing Branson’s room. “This will be your room. If there’s anything you don’t like about it - I do mean literally anything - just let us know. We didn’t really know what you were into so we tried to keep it basic. Obviously the door has a lock on it that you’re more than welcome to use any time you want. You have a full bathroom to yourself just a little down the hall on the left.” He steers him that way, popping that door open and turning on the light. “Your towels and stuff are under the sink right now, but there’s a linen closet that’s only partially used if you’d prefer to keep them there, or you can keep them in your room. That’s up to you. Those towels are for you and you only. Tommy and I have our own.”

They walk the few short steps to the bend in the hallway where Buck gestures to his and Tommy’s room. “That’s our room. We have our own en suite bathroom, so like I said, that one’s all for you.” He flailed in the direction of Branson’s bathroom. “If you ever need something, don’t hesitate to come find us.” After they finish, Buck leads him to the door that leads out to the detached garage, motioning to the basketball hoop Tommy mounted over it a few months after they moved in, and then showed him to the small mudroom they’d added on to the house just a few months ago so they could have the washer and dryer there rather than in the double closet in the hallway. They repurposed it into the aforementioned linen closet.

At some point Tommy shows up with their guests' water bottles and joins the tour, silent as a ghost. He keeps a few fingertips pressed to Buck’s lower back, as though needing the contact for a bit of comfort. Buck doesn’t mind at all. Finally, after showing them the backyard, they reconvene back in the living room where Branson and Emira take the couch, Buck takes the armchair, and Tommy leans against the archway, arms crossed lightly over his chest and one foot crossing over the other ankle. Buck shakes with nervous energy, hoping that Branson wants to stay. That Emira feels comfortable leaving him here. “So. What do you think, Branson?”

Emira settles a small hand on Branson’s knee, facing him with a gentle quirk of the lips and a raised eyebrow, staying silent. Clearly she’s trying not to influence his decision. Not that it matters because, in typical teen fashion, Branson just shrugs. “I’s fine. I guess.” He’s picking at his nails, not looking at any of them. There’s tension in his shoulders and he seems uncomfortable. Buck knows that he shouldn’t take it personally, but it’s hard not to. He wonders what he can do to make Branson feel more welcome. Lost in thought, Buck almost doesn’t hear the muttered, “It’s not like I’m gonna be here long, anyway.”

Buck wonders if everyone can hear his heart breaking in that moment. This boy was so hurt. So lost. So alone. He’s beginning to wonder if he and Tommy can help him heal. Clearing his throat, Buck asks, pretending he didn’t hear those earth shattering words, “Do you think you’d like to try staying here… with us?” He’s not sure what he’ll do if Branson says no. To his frustration, the teen just shrugs again. Taking a deep breath, Buck wills away the irritation. “Obviously, both my husband and I want you to stay. We would love for you to become a part of our family. But I understand if this isn’t right for you.”

Emira nods. “You don’t have to stay, Branson. If you don’t like it, we can bring you right back to your room at the group home. Your bed is still there for you if you’re not ready.”

The nail picking gets worse and his leg starts to bounce. His anxiety is mounting which only breeds Buck’s own. Tommy seems to notice because he swoops in to squeeze Buck’s neck; something about Tommy’s big, warm, hand wrapped around him calms him like nothing else can. The silence is oppressive, but none of the adults speak, letting Branson stew in his own thoughts while he contemplates. Eventually Branson huffs and capitulates. “Fine. I’ll stay.”

Buck exhales sharply, his shoulders dropping from around his ears where he hadn’t even noticed they’d climbed. Branson is staying. Their new life is beginning. “H-hey, that’s great news.”

“Wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Branson scoffs, falling back into the couch as he swats away Emira’s hands, wrapping his arms around himself while his leg continues to bounce.

“Branson.” Emira chides sharply. “That’s enough.” She stares him down until he nods and mutters an insincere apology. Shaking her head, Emira turns to them with a somewhat forced smile. “Well then, let’s hash out a few more details before I head out.” Buck nods.

Tommy lets go and turns to their kid (their kid!) and offers, “Why don’t we go get you settled in your room while they finish up? Unless you’d prefer to stay.” Branson gives him a wicked side eye but stands slowly. Tommy ushers him out of the room, leaving Emira and Buck to settle whatever is left.

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Branson

Entering the room, Branson throws his singular bag into a corner before turning and plopping down on the edge of the bed. The older man, Tommy, stands in his doorway with his hands shoved into his pockets, eyebrows raised to his hairline. “Well, this is awkward.” He tries joking, but Branson isn’t having it. He hates this. Why can’t he just stay in the group home until he ages out like all the other older teens before him.

His parents are useless pieces of trash so why should he be any different? Once he ages out, he can prowl the streets just like they do and pray that he gets picked up one day for something petty and can then spend the rest of his days behind bars. Sure, he may go crazy from boredom, and the food may be worse than horse shit, but at least he’ll get three square meals a day and he’ll be exercised like the dog he is. He’ll even have a bed to sleep in and if he’s lucky, he’ll get hooked on the hard stuff and find a prison bitch who will keep him hooked up. Branson can’t help snorting at the thought but the man thinks he’s laughing at him. Whatever. As long as he leaves.

Instead, he enters the room and goes to the desk where a brand new desktop sits. That’s some damn trust these two morons have in a foster kid. They’ve been warned about his “behavioral issues” and they still thought to buy him something that expensive? Maybe he’ll sell it for parts at school. If he does it fast enough, he can be back at the group home before these homo’s can adopt him. He won’t be subject to their perversions more than he already has been. His eyes follow Tommy across the small space, watching as he picks up something small, and rectangular. Actually, it looks like two things.

Approaching him, Tommy holds them out to him but he doesn’t take them. Instead, Branson looks up into his eyes, glaring. There’s a phone and a tablet in the man’s hand. There’s no way he’s taking those. If he takes them, then he’s likely to owe them favors and he doesn’t want to know what those favors might look like here. “I don’t want them.” He says stubbornly, backing away like they’re on fire. He’d rather die of boredom than take something that he’ll either have to pay them back for or that he’ll lose when they decide that he’s too much and send him back like all the others.

None of the other foster “parents” had even bothered trying to pretend. They all treated him like the pariah he clearly is. That was fine. It just means he’s mostly left alone. It didn’t bother him. Not at all.

Smirking, Tommy shrugs and sets them down on the bed next to him. “Well, if you change your mind, they should both be charged and I already put in the wifi password. The phone has some mobile data but unfortunately it’s not unlimited, so try to stay connected when you’re in the house or somewhere that has wifi. I know that you’re just loving all this attention, but I’m going to leave and let you settle in. If you need anything, holler. And if you think you plan to stay awhile, maybe take a minute to unpack your bag, yeah? The closet has hangers if you prefer to hang your clothes.” As he exits the room he turns and says, “Feel free to lock the door if you’d prefer. This room is yours. If you don’t want us in there, we’re not going to force our way in.” Then he’s gone and Branson is left feeling a little shell shocked. The other one… Buck? Evan? Really meant that he has a choice to lock them out.

Either these guys were way too trusting or their heads were in the clouds.

Harrumphing, Branson carefully moves the welcome basket in the middle of his bed to the floor before he flops back and throws a hand over his eyes, not even bothering to turn off the overly bright overhead light. Not like he ever had a choice before.

He falls asleep because he’s pulled from a dreamless state by a knock at the door. From outside, the older man says, “Branson, dinner is almost ready. You don’t have to come out to eat, but Evan is one hell of a great cook and you’ll be missing out if you don’t.” Then silence.

Clearly he didn’t expect a response because heavy footsteps retreated back down the hall. Furrowing his brow, Branson glares at the door and tries to decide. After a few minutes, the smell of something downright mouthwatering hits his nose and his stomach lets out a loud gurgle, reminding him that he hasn’t actually eaten since the shitty lunch at the group home. Grumbling, he pulls himself to his feet and ambles down the hall towards where the kitchen and dining room are. When he enters, he sneers. Tommy is pressed into Evan’s back, head tilted towards him as he whispers in his ear. Fucking queers. Just another reason to pray they kick him out sooner rather than later.

As soon as the younger one notices him enter the room, Buck bats Tommy away and chirps, “Take a seat, kid. There’s a couple minutes left and it’ll be ready. What do you want to drink?”

“Water.” He states. Not like they’ll actually give him anything else, anyway, so why set himself up for disappointment. Oh well. As long as whatever is cooking tastes as good as it smells.

Tommy gets him a glass of water from the filter in the fridge and sets it in front of one of the places on the table before sitting down at one end. Figuring that’s where he was to sit, Branson sits. God he hates this. Hates how awkward it always is. Small talk is stupid and he just knows that they’ll force him to answer a bunch of stupid questions they don’t really want the answers to. At least they don’t seem to be doing it for the government paycheck like the last two families. He’s tugged from his ruminations as Buck reaches out and sets down a platter of what looks to be homemade lasagna. Saliva instantly coats the inside of his mouth and he swallows. Hard. A basket of garlic bread follows as well as a bowl of mixed greens coated in what smells like a balsamic vinaigrette. Homemade? Possibly.

Once Buck sits, Branson expects them to hold out their hands to say grace. But no. Buck picks up his plate and asks, “How much do you want? It’s got some spice to it so hopefully you’ll be okay with it.” Spice? Does the man recognize how white he is compared to Branson? Yeah, no. He’s not worried at all about spiciness.

Shrugging, he makes a modest rectangle with his fingers and balks when his plate comes back with a serving at least one and half times larger than what he asked for. Do they not ration food? And they served him first. What the hell is going on? Maybe they’re lulling him into a false sense of security. He’s not going to fall for it. So he patiently waits for the two men to begin eating before he picks up his fork and digs in. The flavor that hits his tongue is indescribable and the spice level is no white people spicy. Without a hint of decorum, he devours the entire piece, licking his lips as he finishes. When he’s handed a piece of garlic bread, he takes it wordlessly and tears into it. Tommy fills a small bowl with salad and sets it in front of him saying, “Slow down, Branson. There’s plenty.” But he’s not listening. For the first time in what feels like forever, his stomach is almost at capacity. No one ever feeds a nearly eighteen year old boy enough, but he’s never allowed to complain. Tonight, he may not even have to try to.

Better yet, Buck and Tommy don’t seem to care that he doesn’t want to talk. After asking a few questions and getting nothing but grunts in response, they turn the conversation between them. They mostly talk about work and things that need to get done around the house. Tommy talks about some game he watched recently on TV. Branson can tell Buck doesn’t have a clue what he’s talking about, but he looks stupidly happy just listening. What is this shit?

As they near the end of the meal, Branson blurts out, “So… are both of you f-... gay?” The question has been niggling at the back of his mind all day. He needs to know if he should be looking out for his virtue. They didn’t give off creeper vibes but wasn’t Jeffery Dahmer super charming?

Tommy snorts and begins laughing. “How long have you been holding on to that question, kid? No. I’m gay. He’s bi.” He gestures at his husband. “I promise you that we’re happily committed to each other, so you don’t need to clutch your pearls too hard.” Buck glares at him, clearly seeming to think that Tommy said something wrong.

“Sorry.” He says it reflexively, even though he doesn’t mean it. “Also, what the f-.... Heck… is pearl clutching? And what does it have to do with asking you if you’re gay?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Buck says. “He’s being an asshole. Also, you don’t need to censor yourself, Branson. You’re almost an adult. I promise you that we’ve both heard, and said, a whole hell of a lot worse. Anyway, have you gotten enough to eat?” He nods dazedly. Who were these people? Nothing makes sense and he’s feeling light headed.

“Sounds good. Well, we’re going to clean up so you can go do… whatever it is you want to do I guess. You’re enrolled at the high school just down the road but we were given special permission to keep you out tomorrow so you can adjust. You’ll go back on Monday. So, enjoy the evening.”

“Don’t I need to help clean up?” He squirms uncomfortably in his chair. They’re nice. Too nice. So far they haven’t done a single thing he expects and it’s throwing him off. No one is this nice to virtual strangers. They’re going to expect something from him, he just knows it. He would rather they just get it over with and ask instead of making him worry about when they’d strike.

“Nah. We got it. It’s your first day here and I know that you’re probably exhausted, at least mentally. You won’t have the opportunity to skip out on dish duty forever so take the opportunity while you can.” Buck winks at him as he begins bringing dishes to the sink. Tommy helps as Branson sits there for a moment in shock.

“Um. Guess I’ll go back to… my room.” The words are foreign on his tongue; heavy and uncomfortable. Nothing in this world is free, so he just needs to wait for the other shoe to drop.

“Sure thing, Branson. We’ll be up for a few hours if you need anything.” Buck waves dismissively so Branson stands and shuffles back to the room they call his. Once inside, he pulls back the covers and climbs in. Drawing them over his head, he curls into a ball and prays for sleep to come. At least once he’s asleep, he won’t have to think; to wonder; to worry.

Within minutes sleep takes him and he’s allowed to forget his situation, at least for the next however many hours.

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cozmowrites · 23 days ago

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Trapped: Minecraft (pt 3 out of 6)

The morning sun filtered through the canopy of trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The birds were chirping, and there was a strange calm in the air. After a quick breakfast, you and Bakugou had agreed that it was time to split up for a bit—he'd go mining for diamonds, and you'd venture out to explore the area. He was still insistent on doing everything himself, but you didn't mind. You knew you'd be fine on your own for a while.

Besides, you were curious to see what else the world had to offer.

"Don't get yourself killed," Bakugou had warned, his voice gruff but with a hint of something softer hidden beneath. "And don't bring any random animals back here."

You raised an eyebrow at that last part. "I'll do my best," you said with a teasing smile.

He gave you an exaggerated eye-roll and then headed toward the cave entrance, his pickaxe slung over his shoulder. You watched him go for a moment before setting off in the opposite direction, eager to see what lay beyond the forest.

The landscape was quiet, peaceful, and you found yourself walking for hours, taking in the beauty of the world around you. The air was crisp, the grass beneath your boots soft. As you walked, you came across several patches of flowers, a small river teeming with fish, and a few mobs here and there that you easily avoided. But the real discovery came when you stumbled upon a village nestled in a valley, surrounded by hills and trees.

You paused, taking in the sight of the little settlement. It was peaceful, with wooden houses and fields of crops. Villagers wandered about, going about their business, and you felt a sense of wonder at the sight. You'd heard of villages in this world but hadn't expected to find one so easily.

Curious, you approached the nearest villager—a farmer tending to his crops. He looked up at you with a friendly smile.

"Ah, you there! New face," he said, his accent thick but understandable. "You've come to trade, yes?"

You nodded, your mind racing with possibilities. You weren't sure exactly what you could offer, but you had a few valuable items from your earlier travels—iron, wool, and some raw materials you'd gathered. Trading seemed like a good way to get your hands on something useful.

The farmer led you to a small trading post in the middle of the village, and you exchanged some of your materials for goods: a few stacks of wheat, some baked potatoes, and even a shiny emerald. You'd never seen one of those before, and the excitement of having something so rare made your chest swell.

"I thank you, stranger," the farmer said with a bow, handing you the emerald. "May you find more treasure in your travels."

Feeling accomplished, you left the trade post, taking a moment to explore the village further. You admired the simple charm of the buildings—cozy cottages with thatched roofs, large gardens brimming with vegetables, and a few curious sheep and cows grazing nearby. The villagers were friendly, nodding in acknowledgment as you passed by.

Then, as you ventured toward the far end of the village, you noticed something out of the corner of your eye. Three cats were sitting near the edge of the village, their eyes watching you with cautious curiosity. You couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips.

"Hey, little guys," you cooed, crouching down to approach them.

The cats eyed you for a moment, then slowly, tentatively, they began to move closer. You had some fish in your inventory, and you figured now was as good a time as any to try and tame them. After a few moments of patience, you had all three cats following you—one ginger, one black, and one tabby. It felt like a small victory, and you couldn't resist the urge to pet them, smiling at their soft purrs.

"Looks like I've got some new friends," you murmured to yourself, feeling a warmth spread through you. The animals' company was soothing, a welcome distraction from the worries of being stuck in a game world.

As you were about to head back to the village center, you heard a bark. Turning around, you spotted a dog—an adorable little wolf with brown and white fur, its tail wagging excitedly.

"Are you... lost?" you wondered aloud, walking toward it. The dog barked again, as if answering you. You crouched down to it, offering a piece of meat from your inventory. The dog sniffed at it before eating it eagerly.

"Looks like I've got a dog too," you murmured, smiling to yourself.

Before you knew it, the dog had followed you, the three cats trailing behind you like a little parade. You couldn't help but laugh at the odd sight as you made your way back to the shelter. You had a strange feeling that Bakugou wasn't going to be too pleased with your new additions, but you didn't care. It had been a good day, and you were excited to show him what you'd found.

By the time you returned to the shelter, the sun was starting to set. Bakugou had just emerged from the cave, looking a little dirtier than when he'd left. He took one look at you and the small entourage of animals following you and groaned loudly.

"What the hell is all this?" he demanded, his voice rising in frustration.

You grinned, crouching down to pet the dog as the cats sat at your feet. "I found a village! And—well—some animals decided to follow me back."

Bakugou's eyes twitched in annoyance. "Are you kidding me? You couldn't go one day without collecting a damn zoo?"

"They're cute," you said defensively, the smile on your face not faltering. "I made some trades with the villagers, got some good stuff too." You pulled out the emerald you had traded for earlier, showing it to him. "I think it'll be useful for later."

He didn't seem to care much about that, though. Instead, he sighed heavily, rubbing his temples in frustration. "I told you not to bring anything back. We're supposed to be focusing on getting out of here, not playing house with a bunch of animals!"

You pouted, standing up and crossing your arms. "Well, I thought it would be nice. You can't just be all about fighting and mining all the time, you know?"

Bakugou scowled at you, his eyes narrowing. "I'm not 'just' doing anything. I'm trying to survive. And you're—" He broke off, his frustration too much to contain. But then, to your surprise, he sighed again, his shoulders slumping slightly. "Whatever. Just... keep the animals, but don't expect me to take care of them."

You smiled, feeling a little proud of yourself for bringing some cheer to the day. "Thanks, Bakugou. I'll take care of them."

He muttered something under his breath, but it didn't feel like it was directed at you. Instead, it felt like a reluctant acknowledgment that, even if he didn't understand it, he wasn't about to stop you.

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A Ticking Clock (pt. 4)

They weren’t kidding when they said time is of the essence.

Fandom: Insomniac Spider-Man

Word Count: 1325

Pairing: PS5 Harry Osborn x Reader

Synopsis: It was time to talk to Harry after an exchange that left you both scared and hurt.

[Warnings: 18+, some shirtless bits, intimate moments]

Flying through the air, you couldn’t help but feel guilt. Did you have a right to be angry? He was going through more than you’d ever know. Why were you so upset? All of this started to flood to the front of your mind as a web extended from your hand and kept you secure to the wall of the building. Moving along the walls, the transparent glass was covered inside by the curtains you’d seen many times. Past the shiny grey trim, there was a slit where the sheets separated.

You saw Harry sitting on the couch. His hair was slightly messier than normal. He looks tired and a little pale. He hasn’t been sleeping well, if at all. He puts on a brave face, no one knows how deeply he’s struggling, including you. He takes a slow deep breath in. A cup of water in one hand, his pills in the other. He places the pills in his mouth all at once. He swallows the water, his head tilted back. A trickle of water was left at the corner of his mouth that he wiped with his hand. Despite him no longer having the suit, he was well-built. His arms had veins that your eyes tended to trace to his hands.

Harry stood up and slowly paced towards the window using his cane. You watched him move, forgetting you were in the middle of his view.

He was frightened but he didn’t have a big reaction. All he saw were the white eyes of the suit, enough for a scare but not unexpected anymore.

“Y/N?” You could see his lips moving forming your name. You symbolized “one minute” using your pointer finger. You crawled your way around the tower. It was the only appropriate term for it. You found an opening that led onto the middle floor of the establishment. You revealed yourself from the suit, not in sight of any security cameras and took the elevator, which you weren’t overly fond of, to the space Harry tended to occupy the most.

Stepping into the hallway, grateful for the feeling of solid ground, you took a breath. The colours seemed to stand out this time despite how dark it was from the night. The maroon carpeted floor, shaded walls and accent tables made you feel nostalgic of all the time you spent there. All the time that’s passed, how everything’s changed. You suddenly became aware of the ground at your feet. You took the necessary steps towards Harry’s door. You knocked, not hard, only enough for him to hear.

He opened the door looking down at you. One arm held onto the door while the other was sitting against the doorframe. You thought it was because of his pain, but he didn’t look uncomfortable.

“Hi…” It was the only thing you could think to say. You looked down, afraid to face him. After all the emotions you felt against him, he was still Harry.

“Hi.” You both stood in silence momentarily. The tension was awkward and solemn. It didn’t feel like the two of you at all. “Uh, would you like to come in?”

“Yeah, sure.” Harry stepped away from the doorframe and opened the classic brown door for you. Walking through the apartment felt different, which was to be expected. Harry followed behind you.

You both sat on the couch taking the places you had taken the night everything changed. Now that you were here, you weren’t sure what you had to say. You missed him, you wanted him back at least as your friend.

“So…you took the elevator up here?”

“Yeah…”

“How was that?” There was awkwardness in Harry’s voice. Almost like talking to a crush, but one that you didn’t think liked you back. He knew of your aversion towards the rising and falling entrapment. This was his way of trying to open you up. He never gave himself enough credit for his intelligence, let alone how clever he is.

“I mean, I survived. That’s all I got really.” Harry and you let out soft laughs. It felt nice to share a moment that you wish were everlasting. Once the meshed sounds of your voices fizzled out, you felt the sensation of the cold air against your skin. You shifted, trying to find a comfortable position despite the stress surrounding you.

Harry was sat forward, his hands clasped on his knees. His grey baggy shirt clung to his chest and flared at the bottom. He wore black and white plaid pajama pants that you couldn’t help but blush at. His eyes glanced at you whilst his head was down, his auburn hair falling slightly from its regular position.

“Y/N I’m sorry. The other night I just felt…” Harry let out a stressed sigh. “Okay, I’m not used to this. Explaining my feelings I- I just felt jealous I guess.” You didn’t understand. Jealous of what? He saw the confused look on your face. “Look you know when Pete called me that night? And MJ called you? Pete started asking all about the suit, which I get. But…” He seemed hesitant to continue. “Pete has it all right now. Spider-Man, this new suit, more time with you because of it. I just feel like I’m losing more than I expected, and I’m scared.” He looked up from his hands that he’d been picking at while speaking. Your eyes were glued to him and his movements. He looked at you deeply. “I don’t want to lose you Y/N. I’m sorry I pushed you away.” He sniffled and wiped his eyes quickly, appearing ashamed of his emotions.

“Harry…” you were taken aback. “I’m sorry. But I promise you, you’re never going to lose me…at least not of my own volition.” Again, more lighthearted laughs. “Because, you know, I did almost die the other day. Not my fault, but it did happen.” You winked at Harry, giving him a mischievous smirk. “But even then, I choose you. Okay?”

You looked into each other’s eyes. Harry’s always seemed to change colour with the light. Sitting in the dark with the moonlight shining through the window, they were a hazy grey. A moment transpired, both of you eyeing each other’s lips. You both began to lean in, your hand reaching to touch the side of his face. A loud intermittent buzzer started going off.

“Oh you have got to be kidding.”

“False alarm. Just a timer I forgot to turn off.” He put his phone on silent and placed it on the hardwood table.

Your stomach was in knots, remembering the last time this happened. Your breathing staggered. Harry took notice of it.

“Hey,” he cupped your face gently, hiding your surprise at the size of his hands up close. “I’m here. And I’m not stopping this time. Not if you don’t want me to.”

You felt the want, and the need that had been building up for years. You were being given the chance now. Before you could think, you grabbed his face and pressed your lips to his. You moved your arms down around his neck. Harry placed his hands on your hips. It felt like a perfect fit. The time between each kiss became shorter. They became more passionate. He slid his hands down to your thighs, lifting you so that you were straddling him. He slowly raised your shirt and planted kisses softly up your stomach, then your shirt off and threw it behind the couch.

All was well until the suit started pushing out tentacles around you. You were swarmed with this feeling of danger. An image of fighting an armored man in the middle of a cemetery flashed by your eyes. You felt dizzy, losing your balance.

Harry was holding you, preventing any potential fall. “Y/N are you okay?” He stroked your hair, moving it out of your face.

“It’s Peter. He’s in trouble, and I think he needs my help.”

A/N: come on now, I couldn’t just give you guys everything at once lol, gotta have some buildup of course. im so busy with school rn but trying to be consistent-ish. thanks for the patience :)

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silver-bunnyspell · 3 months ago

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What you Deserve

Chapter 4. Golden Chains

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They had re-tied his hands behind his back and blindfolded him while they brought him through the corridors of the palace. Both of Isidore’s arms were tightly held by Nesta on the left and Wayne on the right.

Isidore tried to keep track of the way. Left, left, stairs, left, stairs, right, right… At the seventh turn he was already lost, but at least he could register that the oppressing moldy smell of the cells was replaced by fresh air.

At some point they entered a room, made him sit on a comfortable velvet chair and freed his hands for a brief moment only to cuff them again somewhere else.

Isidore immediately tugged at his new restraints and found out that he was chained to something just a little ahead of him.

“Easy.” Nesta voice said.

He felt her callous hands behind his head, removing the blindfold. When he was able to see again her frowning face was in front of his and he yelped in surprise.

“Easy!” repeated Nesta, backing away.

He was about to apologize, but bit his tongue before speaking. They didn’t deserve it. He was chained.

Nesta gave him a warning look, before turning to Wayne.

“He’s clean and we got him here, so the task is completed.” she said.

“I know. Finally! I can’t wait to take a bath in a real bathroom. The cells are foul.”

As soon as Isidore noticed that they weren’t paying him attention his eyes wandered through the room: a dining room and an expensive one too. The opulence of the palace’s owner was blatant.

Isidore was seated head of a mahogany table. There were tree chairs for each side and of course also one in front of him, all still empty. The table was set only on his place and on the side in front of him with a couple of ceramic plates, two chalices of different size and some golden coloured silverware, but no knives.

A deer head taxidermy towered on the wall in front of him, between two big frosted glass doors that probably led to a balcony. It was sunny outside, but the carmine red curtains and the dark stone walls captured part of the light, making the room seem gloomier than necessary.

The rest of the furniture kept similar dark colours ranging form black to red, with golden accents.

It was gaudy. Isidore had a very different, way more sober taste in aesthetics.

He looked at the chains dangling between his wrists and the table legs. They were shiny with a golden metallic glow, in tone with the rest of the room. And harder than stone.

He sighed.

And gasped a moment later, when he felt Wayne’s hand patting his back.

“Toller, we’re about to go.” Wayne said. Then, after a moment, he added: “Take care.”

Isidore turned to his direction as much as he could, with a questioning expression.

“And how exactly am I supposed to do that?”

Maybe their captors did have a heart in them, deep down, and he could take advantage in that.

Wayne opened his mouth to respond, but Isidore was faster: “You chained me. You kidnapped me, for the Gods’ sake! And you didn’t even tell me where exactly I am or why I am here.”

“Isidore, don’t shout...” Nesta said.

Isidore lowered his voice and continued with a whisper: “Please, you can help me. Free me. I won’t report about you to the authorities if you unchain me now.”

Nesta looked impassible, but maybe he had made breach in Wayne, who was shaking his head, visibly astonished at Isidore’s outburst. But then, the captor’s eyes darted to a different direction, somewhere behind Isidore.

Before he could turn too, a voice spoke at his back: “Don’t you worry Inquisitor Toller, I will take good care of you, I promise.”

When Isidore turned, he saw him. Count Roger J. Townsend.

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sblass05 · 28 days ago

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—Warriors of Light— Kingdom Hearts

Chapter 4: Burden of Expectation

The town’s warm lights welcomed anyone with nowhere else to go. Standing in the realm between light and darkness, Traverse Town offered sanctuary to all who had lost their homes to creatures of the dark. Or at least, all who escaped.

Donald and Goofy — now sporting more suitable traveling clothes — stepped through the front gates with Pluto by their side. Goofy looked around the square they were in. Everything was very different from Disney Castle. But looking up at the night sky, he smiled. The position of the stars was a bit different, but it was undoubtedly the same sky as back home. Maybe Maxie was also looking at the stars?

One particular star caught his attention. It sparked slightly brighter than the others, until its light suddenly flickered and dimmed.

“Donald, look!” Goofy called and pointed. “A star’s going out!”

Just like that, the little light vanished. An entire world, someplace like Disney Castle, gone just like that.

“We have to find this Keybearer fast. Let's go, Goofy. C’mon Pluto. Pluto?”

They looked around but there was no sign of the king’s dog.

“Ugh, the mutt follows us here and the first thing he does is wander off on his own,” said Donald.

“I’m sure he’s somewhere in town. Where else could he have gone?”

“Sure. Let’s go look for this Squall Leonhart.”

Out of the duo’s sight, Pluto followed his nose to an alley, where he found something peculiar: an unconscious girl with a huge key in her hand. Curious, Pluto sniffed her face.

Kairi woke up to a large dog she’d never seen breathing on her. Her head hurt and her entire body felt numb.

“Just a dream…” she told herself and began drifting back to sleep. But then Pluto licked her face and jolted her awake. ��AH! This isn’t a dream!”

She felt twinges of pain in various spots as she struggled back up. The place she was in was unfamiliar and she couldn’t remember how she got there. She realized she still held something…

The Keyblade.

The storm. The shadows. Riku disappearing. Sora disappearing. The Island torn apart.

Could it be that…

“No… No! I have to go back! I told Grandma I’d come back!”

It wasn’t over. It couldn’t be!

Pluto tilted his head and barked. Kairi looked at him and was reminded she was totally lost.

“Err… I don’t suppose you know a way back to the Islands, do you?”

Pluto’s ears perked up at a familiar sound and he scampered away.

“Wait!”

Kairi followed the dog out of the alley and into a wide open space surrounded by walls and unlike anything she ever saw on Destiny Islands. Most buildings had beige walls, wooden beams and red rooftops. A staircase led down to a square with zany-looking lanterns scattered around the cobblestone pavement and some people wandering about, not all of whom were human. Next to the stairs, a moogle chatted with a… rooster(?) wearing clothes. A group of dalmatian puppies gathered around two adults, except for one trying to climb a table and steal a plate of biscuits from a scrawny man lost in a pile of books. Unfortunately, Pluto was nowhere to be seen.

Is this… another world?

“Hey. You with the flowery thing.”

Kairi turned toward the voice. Sitting on a short wall, a teenage girl with curly red hair and a long black dress was tending a quiver full of arrows.

The girl spoke with an accent Kairi didn’t recognize. “Is that really a sword?”

Kairi hadn’t had time to properly look at the Keyblade before. Only now she realized just how unlike a weapon it looked. The hilt was shaped like a heart, one side shiny blue in the form of a breaking wave, the other the start a beige vine, which wrapped around the sunset-colored shaft and connected with the key’s teeth to form yet another heart with colorful Yua flowers around. Not very threatening. Still, Kairi thought it beautiful.

“I think it is,” she answered the girl.

“Well, as long as it works, I guess it’s fine. Looks like something my mum would–” The girl stopped and focused again on the quiver. “Anyway. What are you doing here?”

“I… don’t know. I have no idea where I am or how I even got here.”

The girl looked at her sympathetically. “Oh. So you’re new here. I’m sorry…”

“Sorry for what?”

She glanced away. “I’m really not the best person to explain it. Ask Mister Highwind in the accessory shop.” She pointed to a shop just behind them. “He can take care of you.”

“Okay. Thanks…”

“Merida,” the girl said.

“Thanks, Merida.”

The inside of the accessory shop was small and cozy, with a fireplace, couch and coffee table on one side, a counter on the other and some cabinets displaying jewelry. Behind the counter was a blond middle-aged man with goggles on his head smoking a cigarette. Not who Kairi would expect to run an accessory shop.

“Hey there kiddo, how can I help ya?” the man greeted her with another accent. “Need something for a date?”

“Are you Mister Highwind?” Kairi asked.

“That I am. But just call me Cid.”

“Nice to meet you, Cid. I’m Kairi and Merida said you could help me. You see, I was on my island when a storm started, and these black shadowy monsters appeared and there was this… thing that sucked everything up and then… I woke up here. Is this really another world?”

Cid looked at her with slight surprise that quickly turned glum. “Not a whole lot of people come here knowing about other worlds. This might make things a little bit easier.

“This here place is called Traverse Town. It’s a world for those who have nowhere else to go. Those shadows that attacked you, they’ve been going around attacking all kinds of worlds for a while now. Some of the few that manage to escape show up here.”

“But— But what about everyone else? And the rest of the world? They can’t be—”

Cid’s face was the same one would wear at a funeral. “Gone. Fallen to darkness.”

For a moment, Kairi did not move. In her mind, the world around her ceased to be. Then finally, water escaped from her eyes and she clutched the skin above her aching chest.

Gone. It was hard to rationalize what that meant — that she’d never run along the beach again, never taste the ocean, never go home to her grandma, never welcome her parents back. Her mind couldn’t wrap itself around it, but her heart could. It ate itself at every moment, not wanting to exist in a World without Destiny Islands. Kairi feared it would soon swallow her whole and leave behind only an empty shell, or a shadow like the ones that took away her home.

Cid watched her cry and took a whiff off his cigarette. Another star extinguished. Another world lost. Another child crying.

“Look, Kairi. We’ll figure something out. You can stay at the hotel tonight and tomorrow we’ll get you settled.”

She was able to force a small smile. How lucky she was to find someone kind, even in the middle of all this.

“Thank you, Cid.” She wiped some of her tears away. “Is… Is it possible that someone else escaped my world? My friends were with me on the Island. They disappeared before it did. Could they have escaped too?”

“Couldn’t tell you, kid,” he said. “You’re the only one to show up here, but it's not like this is the only world in the Ocean Between. Your friends could have ended up in some world out there.”

So it wasn’t hopeless. Riku and Sora could still be out there! Kairi felt some of the tightness around her chest loosen up just from the possibility that she wasn’t completely alone.

“How can I find—”

Outside the shop, terrified screams rang. Cid frowned, put out his cigar and reached for something behind the counter. Just then, the front door cracked open and a moogle rushed inside.

“Mister Highwind, kupo! They’re here! They’re in the First District, kupo!”

“What?!”

Cid hurried to the door with a spear in hand. Kairi followed after him.

“What’s going on? Who’s here?”

“The Heartless,” Cid said gravely.

Outside, Merida fired arrows toward the square below. Kairi looked down in horror. The once peaceful square was swarming with the same shadowy creatures from the Islands. The dalmatian family was cornered, the parents growling and barking in hopes of scaring the creatures away from the terrified puppies. The rooster was holding onto the top of a light pole like a cat on a tree. Others had taken shelter inside the restaurant and barricaded the entrance with chairs and tables.

The scrawny man ran up the stairs with his pile of books, chased by two Shadows. He tripped on the last step and the Shadows jumped at him. With a thrust of his spear, Cid reduced them to smoke.

“Are you alright?” Kairi helped the man back up.

“Y-Yeah, thanks.”

“Thatch,” Cid called. “Can you explain this?”

“I-I’m afraid no, sir,” the man stuttered. “The Heartless never come to the First District. Something must have caught their attention, like an unusually strong heart or—”

A scream of pain suddenly rang through the First District. Down on the square, an armored Heartless had its claws stuck to a man’s chest. It ripped out a glowing heart from his body and the man fell to the ground.

“STOP!”

Cid and the others exclaimed in surprise when Kairi ran toward the Heartless.

“Kid, come back here!” Cid called, but she didn’t stop.

All the Shadows gave up on what they were doing and ran to her.

“Get out of my way!”

She swung the Keyblade and slashed two Shadows in half. The remaining few charged anyway, so Kairi swung again and again until they were reduced to clouds of smoke and transparent shards on the ground.

She struck the armored Heartless before it could know what hit it, once, twice, three times. The creature was destroyed, leaving behind two hearts — the one it had taken and another that floated in the air and disappeared.

Kairi turned to help the man, only to see his body fading from existence. Behind her, his stolen heart was absorbed into a dark orb. She heard clanking and turned to look. An identical Heartless to the one she’d just defeated appeared in the place of the darkened heart.

“What—”

The Heartless jumped too quickly to react and pinned her to the ground. The shaft of the Keyblade narrowly blocked the creature’s claws from piercing her chest. Kairi pushed back against it, but she was in a terrible position. At this rate, those claws would reach her skin…

A loud whistle resonated through the square and something hit the back of the Heartless’ head. Kairi spotted a baseball falling to the ground and the rooster on top of the light pole with his arm stretched out. Just as the Heartless turned its head toward the new attacker, an arrow struck it between the eyes. The Heartless let go of the Keyblade to reach for the arrow, so Kairi kicked it off her and into the ground. Before it could recover, she jumped back up and stabbed its chest. The creature writhed one last time before its body disappeared and its captive heart floated off and faded.

Kairi fell to one knee and braced herself with the Keyblade, the shock of everything that happened hitting all at once.

Why did I run? I wasn’t even thinking.

What happened to that man? Why did he disappear? Why did that thing appear in his place?

Did he turn into that? If so does that mean I… I…

Something moist but gentle suddenly touched her hand. Kairi looked down and found a dalmatian puppy licking her fingers.

“Aw, thanks little guy,” she said. The puppy barked in return.

A crowd quickly gathered around her. Merida helped her up and a large man offered her spinach puffs, which she politely declined. Everyone else bombarded her with questions and praise.

“That was amazing!”

“What’s that weapon? I’ve never seen something defeat the Heartless so easily before!”

“You really taught those creeps a lesson!”

“Where did you learn those moves?”

“Why does your sword look like that?”

“I, uh…”

Kairi’s head pounded from all the noise, and the faces surrounding her started to feel suffocating.

Why are you praising me? I didn’t do anything worthy of admiration. I let someone die…

“Okay everyone, give it a rest.” Cid stepped forward, making the crowd grow silent and take a step back. Kairi muttered an inaudible “thank you”. “You’ve got some nerve, Kairi, but that was really dangerous. You’re lucky that blade’s so good. And that Merida and Chicken Little here managed to get that last one distracted.”

“Kupo!” the moogle from before exclaimed. “Is that really a Keyblade, kupo? Where did you get it?”

“I’m not sure,” Kairi said. “It just kinda appeared out of nowhere when my world was being destroyed. I don’t know where it came from or what it even is.”

“An ancient weapon of the heart. And the greatest fear of the Heartless,” a voice said, coming down the staircase. “That’s why they’ll keep coming after you.”

The newcomer was a man clad in black with brown hair and a long scar on his face. He carried a strange sword behind his back that looked like a gun with a long blade at the end. Cid crossed his arms at the sight of him.

“Hey, Leon. Nice of you to show up after the fighting’s over. Poor Travis got his heart eaten for a snack.”

“I’m sorry…” Kairi’s head hung low.

“It’s not your fault,” said a boy around her age. “You kept us all safe.”

“Jim’s right,” Cid said. “It wasn’t your responsibility to protect this place. If anything, it’s my fault for not acting quickly enough.”

Kairi was about to protest when the dalmatians started barking. From the ground, a new swarm of Shadows rose. Kairi raised the Keyblade, but before she could even blink, Leon obliterated them with one swipe of his Gunblade.

“We’re not safe here. Like I said, the Heartless will keep coming as long as you have the Keyblade.”

“But why? What are these Heartless? And what is this Keyblade?”

“Come with me and I’ll explain everything.”

Kairi hesitated. Her common sense told her that following a stranger with a huge sword was a bad idea, but… She glanced at all the people in the First District. If the Heartless were coming after her, she would be putting them in danger for as long as she stayed there.

Kairi swallowed her nervousness and nodded. Leon nodded back and strapped his Gunblade to his belt on the back. Kairi did the same thing with a bit of struggle, just in time to trail after Leon as he ran off.

With fewer lanterns to light the way, the alleyways of Traverse Town were darker, emptier, and almost completely silent, except for the sound of water flowing down to the underground waterways.

“Mister Leonhart, where are you?” Goofy called one more time, and one more time, no one answered. “Gawrsh, there’s nobody here. Sure is spooky…”

“Don’t be such a scaredy cat!” Donald said. “And you call yourself captain of the royal knights— WAK!”

Suddenly Donald felt something poke him in the back. The court magician jumped in fright and clung to Goofy, shaking like a leaf.

“Excuse me,” a soft voice spoke from behind them. “Are you friends of the King?”

The voice belonged to a young lady with braided brown hair, a pink dress and a warm smile.

“Gawrsh, you know the king?” Goofy asked.

“Yes. He contacted us not too long ago. My name is Aerith, I’m a friend of Leon’s. Or Leonhart, as you called him. You must be Donald and Goofy, right?”

“Yes…” Donald said, still a bit suspicious.

Somewhere, there was a scream. Donald, Goofy and Aerith gazed around uneasily.

“We’re not safe out here. Let’s take shelter. Then we can discuss the matters at hand.”

Donald and Goofy nodded and followed the girl out of the alleyway.

Kairi followed Leon through the large doors that led to the Second District. It was bigger than the First District and had way more buildings, shops, houses, and a white building with a tall tower, all encircling a spacious low square.

They entered a building labeled “Hotel”. Inside was a hallway with several doors. Leon held open a green one and Kairi rushed inside.

The room had a single bed and simple furniture. Sitting on the bed and a chair were two girls with black hair. The girl on the bed had short hair and wore a metal headband, green tank top and beige shorts. The other girl looked older and had a strong physique, long hair, a black top under a white shirt, black miniskirt and combat gloves.

The long-haired woman jumped up as Leon slammed the door shut.

“Leon! What’s going on?” The woman’s eyes widened once she saw Kairi and the weapon on her back. “Is that…”

“Yes. The new Keybearer.”

The short-haired girl sat up and took a look at Kairi. “Are you saying this supposed first new Keybearer in years is a child?”

“How old are you again, Yuffie?” Leon asked. Yuffie showed him her tongue.

“This is great!” The woman ignored their banter. “That means there’s still hope! With the Key, you can save the worlds!”

“I… can?” Kairi asked, not understanding anything.

The girl named Yuffie got up and circled Kairi while cupping her chin, as if she were a newly discovered specimen ripe for studying.

“I dunno, she doesn’t look like much of a hero. Can she even fight?”

“By the looks of it, she took out a swarm of Heartless practically on her own,” Leon explained.

“It wasn’t really like that…” Kairi tried explaining before Yuffie cut her off.

“What, the small fry? Anyone can take care of those pushovers.”

“You know it’s not like that, Yuffie,” said the long-haired woman. “No matter how small, the Heartless are still dangerous.”

“My point is, what is this Keybearer gonna do against the heavy hitters? Are you gonna send her to fight Heartless and risk getting her heart taken?”

“What are you talking abou—”

“Of course not!” the woman said. “But we have to do something. She’s our only hope of fixing everything.”

“Which is exactly why we can’t risk losing her,” Leon chimed in. “We all want to recover what we lost, Tifa, but we can’t be rash.”

Tifa clenched her fists and then punched the wall in frustration, which caused the whole room to shake.

“But we can’t just sit around and do nothing!”

“And we won’t,” said Leon. “But we need to proceed carefully. The first thing we should do is make sure the Keybearer is trained and well-prepared. I’m not an expert on Keyblades, but I could teach her some techniques on—”

“YOU GUYS JUST, STOP!” Kairi snapped and all eyes turned to her. “I came here to try and make sense of all this, but I’m not understanding a word you’re saying! I never asked to be a ‘keybearer’, never asked to fight those things and I certainly never asked for my world to be destroyed and my friends to vanish to who knows where!”

Once Kairi stopped yelling, she began panting. She was so tired of being in the dark while tragedies kept happening around her.

The three warriors glanced at each other in shame. Finally, Tifa put a hand on Kairi’s shoulder and bent down to meet her eyes.

“I’m sorry. I think we did this all wrong. Do you want to sit down?”

“That would be great.”

“You should let go of that Keyblade first,” Leon advised. “The Heartless tend to attack outdoors, but breaking in isn’t past them.”

Kairi nodded and left the Keyblade resting against the wall next to a large shuriken — probably Yuffie’s.

“Let’s do this properly. I’m Tifa. This is Yuffie. And you’ve already met Leon. What’s your name?”

“Kairi. It’s nice to meet you.”

Tifa smiled warmly. “It’s nice to meet you too, Kairi. Do you know what the Keyblade you have is?”

“No. It showed up when the Islands were being…”

Blown away. Ripped apart. Everything she knew, torn to shreds.

“If it’s too painful, you don’t have to talk about it.”

“No, it’s okay.”

Slowly, Kairi explained everything that had happened, from noticing the storm, to trying to save Riku and Sora, to the Keyblade appearing to her. Tifa’s gaze became more sympathetic as she went on, Yuffie sighed at the mention of the dark creatures, and Leon listened with a pensive look while leaning on a doorway. And for as painful as remembering everything was, just getting to talk about it and being listened to felt like some of the weight was lifted off her shoulders.

“Wak?!” Donald looked around when the hotel shook. “What was that?”

“Don’t worry.” Aerith sat on a bed, her staff resting by her side. “My friend Tifa is in the room next door. She has a habit of punching stuff when she gets nervous.”

Donald was reminded of Daisy.

“So, what did’ja wanna talk about?” Goofy asked.

“You know there are many worlds out there besides your castle and this town. However, their existence has been a secret to all but a select few. Until now. The Heartless have changed everything. As we speak, they are seeking to destroy more and more worlds.”

“That must be why the stars are blinking out!” Goofy said, to which Aerith nodded sadly.

“You’ve gone through something horrible, Kairi,” Tifa said when she finished her story. “We know what it’s like. We lost our world too.”

“Really? I’m so sorry.”

“That was nine years ago,” said Yuffie. “Before we learned how to teach those Heartless a lesson.”

“Heartless… What are they?”

“Ghosts that live in the darkness and hunger for people’s hearts,” Leon spoke for the first time in a while. “There’s darkness within every heart, and the Heartless feed on it.”

“I saw one of them taking someone’s heart. He disappeared and another Heartless appeared in his place.”

“That’s how they multiply. By turning stolen hearts into more Heartless.”

“That’s awful…”

“For years, they’ve invaded this and other worlds.” Tifa continued. “We’ve never been able to stop them. Until now.”

Kairi eyed the weapon on the other side of the room, then spoke to Leon: “You said before that the Keyblade is the Heartless’ greatest fear. But why? Your weapons seemed to work fine against them.”

“Normal weapons can wound and even fell the Heartless,” he explained. “But the Keyblade can do much more than that. Its light can reach even the strongest darkness and restore hearts that have been lost.”

“Restore hearts…” Kairi perked up. “Does that mean it can turn the Heartless back to normal? How? How can I help them?”

“For what we know, you already have,” Yuffie said. “According to our round-eared source, whenever a Keyblade destroys a Heartless, the heart that was inside is released. So they’re probably looking for a way back right now.”

For the first time since arriving in Traverse Town, Kairi let out a truly bright smile. And then another thought came to her mind, one that had felt impossible mere minutes prior.

“What about the worlds that were destroyed? Can the Keyblade restore them too?”

A dimple appeared in the corner of Leon’s cheek. “Worlds are a lot like people. If their hearts are restored, there’s a good chance the world and its inhabitants will be too.”

Kairi felt dizzy from how fast she jumped up from the bed, but it did nothing to stifle her cheer.

“Then that means we can still go back! And Grandma and Mom and Dad… They’ll be back too! Everyone will!”

“Then you see why it’s so important that you take out the Heartless,” Tifa said.

Kairi’s smile fell. “Me? Oh no, trust me, you don’t want me. I’m not some noble hero or savior, just…” She pointed to herself. “This. If the Keyblade is really so important, you should just give it to someone stronger. I’m sure any of you would do a better job saving people than I ever could.”

“I’m afraid it’s not that simple.”

Leon bent down and picked up the Keyblade. As soon as his fingers closed around the hilt, the weapon vanished from Leon’s hand and reappeared in Kairi’s in a flash of golden sparks and feathers.

“That Keyblade came from your heart. It’s bound to you. Which means you’re the only one who can wield it.”

“Me?”

Kairi held the Keyblade and looked at it. On the reflective surface of the hilt, she saw a lost and scared girl who didn’t share Riku and Sora’s fantasies for greatness, who never wanted anything more than to be with the people she loved.

A girl who could never be with the people she loved unless she stopped the Heartless.

What can I do?

Popping noises. Metal clanging. Leon, Tifa and Yuffie were on high alert before Kairi could even make sense of it. Not even a second later, a Heartless appeared in the room.

“Tifa, Yuffie, go!” Leon shouted and drew his Gunblade.

Yuffie grabbed her shuriken and followed Tifa as she kicked the door to the next room open, not noticing when the door pancaked Donald, who was going to check what all the commotion was about.

“Tifa?” Aerith stood up.

“The Heartless found us! It’s not safe here anymore!” A Heartless tried to slash at Tifa, but she dodged and destroyed it with a single punch. “Let’s go!”

Aerith picked up her staff and followed the two out of the room.

“Gawrsh, are you okay, Donald?” Goofy asked as the door slowly closed.

“Waak…”

In the other room, Kairi watched Leon slash any Heartless that came near. He was amazing. Stronger than even Riku or Sora, and certainly stronger than her.

Why had the Keyblade come for her? So many people could make better use of it, wouldn’t freeze and shake pathetically at the sight of the Heartless, would be able to save her friends when they were right in front of her…

Why me?

“Kairi!” Leon’s voice snapped her back to reality. “I know you’re scared and confused right now, but we need you. The Heartless I defeat fade back into darkness, but they’ll come back sooner or later. The Keyblade is our only chance to get rid of them for good. You have to fight.”

Kairi looked at the Keyblade. They needed her. They needed her! Not just Riku and Sora but Leon, Yuffie, Tifa, Cid and everyone else in Traverse Town who had been so kind to her. They were counting on the Keybearer to save what they had lost. If she didn’t even fight, she’d be letting them all down.

She held tight to the Keyblade, pushed away her fear and assumed a fighting stance of her own.

“I’ll do everything I can!”

Leon gave her a smirk. A Heartless came spinning at him. Leon blocked the attack with his Gunblade and then kicked the creature toward Kairi, who finished it with a swing of the Keyblade. The Heartless disappeared and released a captive heart.

More Heartless came. They were identical to the ones she had seen in the First District, with their pitch-black heads and yellow eyes encased in a silver helmet and grotesque, vaguely human-like bodies. In their chest was an emblem of a black heart crossed by a red X. Between the helmet and the emblem, Kairi thought they resembled some kind of soldier.

Leon kept wounding Heartless and tossing them to Kairi to deal the finishing blow, but no matter how many they defeated, more kept coming.

“These aren’t ordinary attacks,” Leon noted. “Their movement is coordinated. There must be a leader.”

“Who leads the Heartless?”

“Especially powerful Heartless.” His gaze turned somber. “Or a person with power over the darkness.”

Kairi felt a hint of sorrow from his words. The power someone would hold by controlling those creatures…

“So we need to find this leader and finish them, right?”

“Exactly.”

Leon threw the next Heartless through the window, shattering the glass.

“Stay with me, Kairi.”

He leaped through the broken window to the alleyway below. Kairi propped her legs on a beam to get out and hesitantly clambered down until she felt safe to jump. By then, more Heartless had already appeared on the alleyway.

“Don’t bother with the small fry,” Leon said somewhere amidst the swarm. “Let’s go!”

Easy for you to say, Kairi thought as she fended off a bunch of Shadows. When she finally bought herself a moment to breathe, Leon was nowhere to be seen.

“Leon! Where are you?”

A Soldier Heartless charged at her. Kairi dodged by a hair and pushed the creature against a wall. The Heartless wouldn’t stop coming. There was no way she could fight all of them, so she ran. She spotted a door to her side and went through it before slamming it shut before the Heartless could follow her.

Kairi emerged right next to a fountain with a beautiful painted mural. Looking around, she realized she was in the square in the Second District. There didn’t seem to be any Heartless around, for now at least.

In the hotel hallway, a group of Heartless ambushed Donald and Goofy.

“So these are the Heartless!” Donald summoned his Mage’s Staff. “Let’s go get ‘em, Goofy!”

Before he could do anything, the Heartless charged. Goofy lifted his shield just as the Heartless slammed themselves onto them. The force of the crash sent Donald and Goofy flying out of the hotel.

“Gawaaaaak!”

“A-hyoohoohoohooo!”

Hearing their shrieks, Kairi looked up just in time to see the odd duo plummeting toward her before being squashed.

“Oww…”

The three groaned in pain, all jammed in a pile. Once Donald and Goofy stopped seeing stars, their eyes trailed to the Keyblade in Kairi’s hand.

“The key!” they exclaimed.

A loud metallic rumble resonated through the Second District. Kairi, Donald and Goofy sprang back up and readied their weapons. Just as they did, a swarm of Soldier Heartless surrounded them.

“Think you can handle them?” Donald asked.

Kairi raised the Keyblade with a determined expression. “Yes. I can do this!”

The Heartless attacked. Goofy guarded against the claws of one and knocked it toward Donald, who shot a ball of fire from his staff before Kairi leaped in and finished off the Heartless with the Keyblade.

“Not bad!” Goofy commended, and Kairi smiled in response.

They continued to fight, Kairi swinging the Keyblade, Donald firing spells and Goofy whacking foes with his shield. As they fought, Kairi couldn’t help but look curiously at her allies. They were an odd couple for sure, but Kairi wasn’t as weirded out by them as she probably should have been. She chalked it up to always having had a wild imagination.

With a well-aimed spell, Donald finished off the last Heartless. But before the trio had time to celebrate, the rumble was heard again, and a bundle of metal parts fell clanking from the sky and amassed themselves into a suit of armor. Finally, a helmet landed atop the armor, forming a five-meter tall purple Heartless with disconnected limbs and the familiar black and red emblem in its chest.

“This one must be the leader,” Kairi said.

“Wak…” Donald grumbled as he tried and failed not to tremble.

Goofy gulped. “Do you think we can beat it?”

Kairi hardened her grip on the Keyblade. If they didn’t beat this thing, it would terrorize the people of Traverse Town. They had to put a stop to it! This was her duty! Her responsibility!

“We have to!” she said. “If we fight together, we can do it!”

Donald and Goofy looked at each other, their fear giving way to determination, and nodded. They stood behind Kairi.

The Heartless leaped toward them and the three jumped out of the way.

“Fire!” Flames burst from Donald’s staff and hit the Heartless’ torso, but the enemy didn’t even flinch. “Wak?!”

The feet came stomping down on him. Goofy ran to Donald and defended him with his shield. Kairi attacked the right foot with a series of slashes, but then the hands began spinning around the torso and she had to step away.

The different parts moved with minds of their own, and the trio could only get a few seemingly ineffective hits in before they were forced to dodge another part, making it practically impossible to fight efficiently.

“It’s not doing any good!” Goofy grunted as he blocked a thrust from the left foot.

“Wak!”

The right hand swung at Donald and knocked him into a wall. Before Kairi and Goofy could help him up, the magician got back on his own, practically fuming.

“Why you! What’s the big idea?! Take that! And that!”

Donald fired spell after spell at the hand. At the sixth or so spell, the scorched hand fell to the ground. It shook like it was trying to get back up, but before it could, Kairi swooped in and struck the hand with the Keyblade, destroying it.

“I got it!” she exclaimed. “Let’s gang up on one part at a time. I’ll attack the other hand, you keep me from being hit and you continue shooting from afar.”

“You can count on me!” Goofy raised his shield.

“I like that plan!” Donald picked something from his pocket and put it in his mouth. A faint blue glow shone around the magician as he readied his staff.

Kairi ran back to the Heartless with Goofy on her heels and struck the left hand repeatedly. The feet tried to kick her off but Goofy kept them at bay with his shield. With no need to worry about the other parts and the extra damage from Donald’s magic, the trio managed to take out the remaining hand rather easily.

“We did it!”

“Now for the feet!”

They kept the same strategy, focusing on just one foot, with Kairi attacking with the Keyblade, Goofy defending her from the other foot and the torso, and Donald sending homing fireballs, thunderbolts and shards of ice from a distance until both feet had been destroyed.

“Yes!” Kairi pumped her fist in celebration. “Now we just need to take out the—”

“Look out!”

Kairi was pulled by Goofy just as the torso slammed itself on the spot she had been a second before. With no hands or feet to attack, the torso spun around like a tornado. Kairi and Goofy rushed out of the way before it could reach them. Meanwhile, Donald kept on firing spells.

“Fire! Blizzard! Arf… Thunder! Wak?” Until finally, nothing came from his wand. “I’m all out of magic! And ethers too.”

“Now what?” Goofy asked, hiding behind his shield.

Kairi tried thinking of something. They had to take out that Heartless, but the torso wouldn’t let them come near. The only other spot they could hit was…

“The head!” Kairi glanced at Goofy’s shield and had an idea. She took several steps backward until her back was almost touching the wall. “Raise the shield!”

Goofy looked confused for a moment before realizing what she intended to do. He got on his knees and raised the shield just above his head. Kairi sprinted toward him. She stepped on the shield and Goofy sprang up, thrusting Kairi high in the air and toward the Heartless. She raised the Keyblade, and with a shout, nailed it right through the Heartless’ head. The two remaining parts shook and finally collapsed onto the ground like a marionette with its strings cut.

“Did we do it?” Goofy asked as Kairi took the Keyblade off the head and jumped off the Heartless. Then a big heart floated out of the torso and disappeared, followed by the remains of the armor.

Leon, Yuffie, Tifa and Aerith came running from an alley, weapons at hand. They searched for the source of the trouble, only to find the worn-out trio and no Heartless in sight.

“So now you arrive,” Kairi grumbled.

She stumbled from exhaustion and almost fell, but Goofy helped her stay up. Aerith came, raised her staff and green light enveloped them. Immediately, cuts and bruises began closing, and Kairi managed to stand on her own.

“What happened?” Tifa asked.

“Well, Donald and I fell on top of her,” Goofy explained. “Then this big metal Heartless showed up and we fought it together.”

“You took out the leader?” Leon crossed his arms and smirked. “Gotta say, I’m impressed. And I see you’ve already met.”

“Not really,” Kairi admitted. “But I guess we did fight well together.”

“That’s good,” Aerith said with a smile. “They’ve been looking for you.”

“We received a mission from our King,” Donald said. “To find the new Keyblade wielder who could help us save the worlds.”

“I see…”

“So will you come with us?” Goofy asked. “We can travel to other worlds on our ship.”

“Other worlds…” The thought reminded Kairi of her friends. They’ve always wanted to visit other worlds. But without Riku and Sora, it just didn’t feel the same.

Cid said that they could be somewhere in another world, she remembered.

“If I go with you,” Kairi started, “I want to look for my friends. I have this feeling that they’re somewhere out there.”

“If we go to other worlds, I’m sure you’ll find them,” Donald said. “In fact, we’re also looking for a friend.”

Kairi perked up. “You really think so?”

“Of course.”

Kairi looked to Leon and his companions, who all smiled in return.

“Really? A-hyuck, that’s good!” Goofy told Donald when no one else was looking.

“Who knows,” Donald whispered to his friend. “But we need her to come with us to help us find the King. Just say whatever so she’ll agree”

“That seems kinda mean…”

“Goofy, trust me,” Donald said through gritted teeth. “Don’t mess this up!”

Kairi turned back to them and Donald and Goofy quickly straightened themselves up.

“So if I go with you, you promise you’ll help me find Riku and Sora?”

“Sure,” said Donald. “But you also help us find King Mickey. He left saying the worlds were in danger and told us to stay with the Keybearer.”

Kairi glanced at the ground. “Of course. I’ll help you.”

Right… It’s all about this Keyblade. She shook her head. Don’t think like that! This is something that they— that I have to do!

“But you can’t come along looking like that,” Donald said, serious. Kairi looked at herself, wondering if there was something wrong with how she was dressed, but Donald grinned. “This boat runs on smiles. So no frowning and no sad faces.”

“Yeah, you gotta look funny, like us!” Goofy said, a dorky smile on his face as well.

“Okay… How do I look funny?”

“First of all, cheer up,” said Donald. “Shake that gloom off! Try laughing a bit.”

“Laugher?”

She could do this. She could do something as simple as laughing.

Kairi drew in a deep breath and expelled it all in a loud burst:

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA.” Dead silence. She drew in another breath and laughed again. “AHAHAHAHAHA.”

Everyone was staring at her. Goodness, she looked ridiculous. What was she thinking doing something like—

“AHYUHYUHYUHYUK!” Goofy let out a loud laugh of his own sounding even more ridiculous than Kairi’s. Finally, Donald cackled too:

“GAHAHAHAHAHA!”

A smile escaped Kairi. The three breathed in together and let go at the same time:

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“AHYUHYUHYUHYUK!”

“GAHAHAHAHAHA!”

It was too much. They burst into actual laughter, as did Yuffie, Aerith and Tifa. Even Leon cracked a chuckle.

“Alright,” Kairi said, wiping out a tear. “I’ll go with you.”

“Then let’s do this right.” Donald held out his hand. “Donald Duck. Royal Magician and assistant of King Mickey.”

“Name’s Goofy Goof.” He placed his hand over Donald’s. Kairi had to hold back a snicker at his name. “Captain of the Royal Knights of Disney Castle.”

“I’m Kairi Hayazaki Amada.” She put her hand atop theirs. “And, um… My father is a public officer and my mother is a social worker.”

“You could have just said you’re a Keyblade wielder,” Donald said. “But I guess that’s cool too.”

“Thanks.”

“All for one and one for all!” Goofy declared, a quote they’d all heard before.

With their hands joined, the three smiled.

~♡~

In an ill and dark chamber, four equally dark beings gathered around a stone pedestal. They watched a ring of eerie green light, where a vision of Kairi, Donald and Goofy shimmered.

“That little squirt took out that Heartless. Who’d have thought it?” one voice mocked.

“Such is the power of the Keyblade,” a lower voice spoke. “The girl’s strength is not her own.”

“She is but a child swinging a toy around,” said a deep, mechanical and emotionless voice. “But the toy in question is quite powerful. Should she learn to wield it, she could pose a considerable threat.”

“Why don’t we turn her and the king’s lackeys into Heartless?” A strident laugh echoed. “That’ll settle things quick enough.”

“If she ever becomes a thorn in our side, she shall be destroyed,” said a female voice.

Behind the group stood a woman of green skin and huge horns clad in black. In her hand she carried a long staff, on top She had a long staff in her hand, a black crow resting on top of it.

“As it stands, she is no danger to us. And besides, we need the Keyblade if we are to unlock the Final Keyhole.”

One of the figures looked over his shoulder. The others remained quiet at the sound of his loud breaths.

“Perhaps she won’t be necessary. A new presence arrived at the castle grounds. I sense immense power within him. A lone fighter who turned his back on his old life. He might be more complaisant.”

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#kingdom hearts #kh #kh fanfiction #kairi kingdom hearts #kh kairi #kingdom hearts fanfiction #kingdom hearts 1 #kh donald #kh goofy #traverse town #kh leon #kh yuffie #kh aerith #kh tifa #role swap au

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emotionalmesshooman · 4 months ago

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my fan fic

When I First Met You

Fan fiction by yours truly.

A few weeks ago I had found a job babysitting, I needed a job and I was exceptionally good with kids. It seemed like a nice place, although I was a long ways away, I booked the flight tickets and was off, I knew the area somewhat of where the house was located, and I knew that It would be a long ride. As I walked out of the airport an older man stepped out of a Limousine, it is an older model of some sort of car.

“Hello, You must be _____?” He asked.

“Yes, that's me.” I smiled.

He helped me put my luggage in the car, and opened the door. I bowed my head quickly in thanks and got inside the car. The drive was a good two hours, I ended up falling asleep in the car around the one hour mark, it seemed that just as I fell asleep I was woken up by the driver, as he knocked loudly on the window.

“Sorry Miss, I didn’t know how else to wake you.”

“It's alright..” I cover my mouth as I yawn.

I grab my wallet to pay the man, he interrupts my action.

“The Heelshires took care of that already Miss.”

I put my wallet away, and start grabbing my luggage, the old man helps me and I bring it to the door before knocking. As I knocked the door creaked open, I set my luggage inside by the door. I did see a man in the kitchen putting groceries away, most likely another worker. By this time, the driver was long gone. The interior looked beautiful, the beautiful walls with a shiny finish, the railing of the stairs with designs carved into each of them. I started up the stairs, looking to see if anyone was home.

Ms. Heelshire was walking down the stairs while I was coming up.

“Hello, you must be the new babysitter, I see you’re early.” she said with a stern voice, she had an english accent, a somewhat thick accent but it wasn't as this as the drivers.

“If I'm not early then I'm late right?”

I tried to make a silly remark to lighten her sternness, I hoped she wouldn’t get too mad. She was my future employer.

She was not amused, now more stern than before she said “Here now, Daddy is waiting.”

She started back up the stairs, I followed.

“Ma’am? Who was that in the kitchen?”

“That's Malcolm, the grocery boy…”

“Ah, alright.”

“...he will be here once every week to drop off groceries, he has a key to the house-

He also will be handling your payment, he will give you a check every week.”

“Okay, Ma’am.”

The manor was massive, the walls decorated with bookshelves, some going from the floor to the ceiling, everywhere you looked you would find beautiful furniture, I wasn’t in this job for the money but I would definitely be set with this family paying me.

After walking through all of what seemed like twists and turns through the manor, Ms. Heelshire led me to a room where Mr. Heelshire was on a knee beside a chair that was turned away from view. Ms. Heelshire went to him and murmured something, after that he got up and straightened his suit, he walked over to me and held out his hand for me to shake, which I did.

“Hello, You must be the new sitter?” His voice much kinder than that of his wifes.

“Yes, I am sir.”

I definitely felt better with his soft demeanor. Ms. Heelshire was fixing up whatever sat on the chair, of which was still blocked from my view, but not for much longer, Ms. Heelshire picked up what I thought to be a child but then when I saw its dead eyes and porcelain skin I realized it was just a doll. A…doll.

Ms. Heelshire spoke again as she walked toward me,

“Now that Brahms is ready I can now show you the list of chores you will be doing every day while you babysit him.”

This, this whole situation made me feel uneasy, they are calling a doll their own? I shook off this feeling and put my pleasant demeanor back on.

“Yes ma’am.” I replied hastily.

She walked out of the room with the doll she cradled in her arms like a child. I walked with her throughout the house. She gave me a list of 10 rules to abide by while I lived here.

No Guests.

Never Leave Brahms Alone.

Save Meals in Freezer.

Never Cover Brahms Face.

Read a Bedtime Story.

Play Music Loud.

Clean the Traps.

Only Malcolm Brings Deliveries.

Kiss him goodnight

This rule had been underlined, as if there would be great consequences if I were to ignore them.

After this, Ms. Heelshire helped me learn the ropes and such. After the tour, rules, etc. they were ready to leave, her eyes seemed watery as Ms, Heelshire handed the doll to me, she whispered the words “I'm sorry.” then proceeded to grab her luggage and leave.

End of chapter 1

Chapter 2:

Movement

After a few days of following the rules, my suspicion of Ms. Heelshire grew. Why did she say she was sorry? What was it for? What did it mean? I tried to wrap my head around it but doing so just gave me a headache. Trying to forget what she said, I drowned myself into my chores. On one of the days where Malcolm came to drop off and put away groceries, I decided to introduce myself. I nervously walked over to the kitchen.

“Hello, you must be Malcolm, right?” I said sheepishly.

“Ah, hello there, you must be the new sitter? My apologies I must not have seen you come in when the Heelshires had you over…”

“Well, Ms. Heelshire told me what your job was, perhaps I can help you while we talk? Learn a little bit about each other?”

“I don’t see why not…” he smiled and started putting groceries away while I helped.

“…So, let's start off with your name, what is it?

“My name is ______.”

“Well that's a nice name, now, I'm guessing you're from…California?”

“I bet you see a lot of tourists, enough so that you can identify them with just a look.” I chuckle.

“Well there aren’t a lot in these parts, what brought you here?”

#brahms heelshire #brahmsy #art #brahms the boy #the boy

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ha-ule-nalu · 10 months ago

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“What are you doing here?”

“You invited me.”

“I did?”

Eloi looked at his phone, noting the texts he’d sent his brother when he was drunk on the plane ride over. Ah. “Are those your teammates?” Gabriel questioned, violet eyes shiny and wide as he looked around his brother at the small group that was taking up one of the restaurant’s larger tables.

Eloi, who’d stood when he saw his brother approaching, looked over his shoulder. He sighed.

“Yes.”

“Can I meet them?!”

“You aren’t supposed to, Gabriel.”

“Oh come on! Please?”

Eloi rubbed the back of his neck but he nodded, yielding.

“Tall and dark is Achlys, Brit is Jamie, bunny girl is Nohealani, and the one with the bad bleach job is Tala.”

“Got it! English okay then?” Eloi nodded and Gabriel switched to English to continue their conversation. “Great! I’m so rusty these days.” He admitted in a heavy accent and a bashful smile.

“That’s okay, come on.”

Eloi led Gabriel to the table, the conversation ceasing as the artist stopped with his damn look alike standing with him.

For a split second, Achlys fizzled, his form collapsing in his hands. But upon closer inspection, the doctor was able to notice the differences. Not Omega, a brother. His hands solidified once more and he rolled his wrists to get feeling back in them.

“This is Gabriel Laurent. My younger brother.”

“Hey man! Nice to meet ya!”

Gabriel smiled at Jamie’s enthusiasm, bowing his head. “Nice to meet you too! I hope you’re all enjoying Paris so far. Do you mind if I join you?”

Achlys stood up from his position beside Nohealani, leaving the seat beside her open. “A great excuse for me to get a better chair.” The tall man teased gently, leaving to go find a waitress to give him an extra chair.

Gabriel sat beside the woman, holding his hand out to her. She raised an eyebrow at him, looking from him to his brother who once more took his spot in the booth. She then looked back at him and shook his hand.

“Gabriel, nice to meet you, Nohealani.”

“You too.”

He retracted his hand.

Tala took a sip of her water before addressing him, sitting straight, she had a polite expression, but her tone was more that of an interrogator than a new friend as she spoke.

“Are you from here?”

“Oh no, Bayeux. But I’ve been living here for five years now.”

“I’m surprised you can afford Paris.”

Gabriel laughed, shaking his head. “That’s true! I own a bookstore in a good area and I have the apartment above it. I have been uh.. Tr,, very lucky!” He didn’t need to admit that his family sold off Raphael’s art after he disappeared and made bank from it. He hated that, it was why he left.

But Tala seemed satisfied, nodding.

“Okay so you know the good spots that aren’t the tourist spots, right?”

“Oh yeah! I’d love to be your guide while you’re here. If- my brother is alright with that.”

Eloi waved his hand. “Whatever you want, Gabriel.”

Achlys returned with a chair, sitting down once more.

“Your family genetics are remarkable, I must admit.”

“Achlys is a doctor.”

“Ah! Makes sense. Yep!”

The conversation dwindled into casual chitchat as they ordered their lunch. But Gabriel couldn’t help the slight glances to the woman beside him, only ever properly focusing on her when she spoke to not seem weird or strange. But she really was beautiful, it was making him a tad nervous.

And between Nohealani’s beauty and Achlys’ complimentary curiosity, Gabriel found himself shrinking slightly in his chair. His turtleneck acted as a sort of shield, protecting him from the slight fluster and warmth in his neck. This was ridiculous! And yet here he was.

“Wanna try some?”

He blinked at her, had he zoned out staring? “Oh! Sorry- Sure wanna trade some?”

Nohealani nodded, and the two traded a small portion of their lunches to try the other’s. She nodded, visibly pleased. “Remind me to get that next time.” She grinned at Achlys across from her and it was like watching him visibly take a mental note. Gabriel snickered, amused.

Gabriel would take the time he had to get to know the agents better, if only to understand his distant brother better.

STOP THIS MADE ME SMILE SO MUCH OH MY GOD. gabriel YOU ARE SOOOOOOO CUUUUTTTEEEEEEEEEE

and the seeds of angels trumpet I SEE YOU.

i love how you characterized everyone…. AND MY FAV PART IS GRIM MAKING HIS MENTAL JOTE FOR LANI….. im literally gonna cry they’re so cute

the fact that it was all because artisan just so happened to drunk text gabriel is CRAZY. you know what i love this tho. better than whatever we had going on before 🫶🫶

pua and gabriel 10000% exchanged numbers after this and talked a lot. i think pua was originally just looking for a friend (she had no romantic interest in her arch nemesis’ BROTHER at first despite settling their differences yk yk) but then… ALAKAZAM

i love how he interacts with the group and i can HEAR his heavy accent…. gabriel i love you….. if our ocs were real there would 100% be a player card of this dinner (i will make one one day)

#꒰ inbox #꒰ pua #imma fix tags later why did i have to pick annoying ones i can’t imagine how u feel

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spoopydooblr · 2 years ago

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My King Will Be Kind Chapter 3 / Kendall Roy x OC

an: hiiiiiii sorry for the delay i have a college degree now lol

tw: cursing, smoking, mentions of ED, SMUTTTTT

A man walked out of the building. He looked like he was in the secret service or something.

"Miss Allen?"

She didn't remember telling Kendall her last name.

"Um, yes, hi." Stella mentally facepalmed. That's the best she could do?!

"Mr. Roy is waiting for you upstairs."

"Oh, okay." Stella gulped, and followed the man inside the stunning apartment building. The inside was almost disgustingly-nice. It was too much, right?

The man led her to the elevators, pressing the button on the side. The elevator came within seconds. He let her in first.

"Uh, thanks."

He followed her in, taking out a lanyard and scanning his ID on the wall. He pressed the "P" button. Of course Kendall had the penthouse.

Stella was nervous suddenly. She felt out of place, like she wasn't supposed to be there. What if a paparazzi saw her enter? They would have a fucking field day.

The elevator was all too quick, and for a second Stella felt nauseous. The elevator stopped with a 'ding' and the shiny metal doors opened to reveal a spacious, modern living room. Everything was white and cream with dark wooden accents. Every time she saw something nice, something even better, more expensive, would be next to it. She stepped out, the doors closing behind her and leaving her alone in the living room. Again, was she supposed to tip the elevator guy?

"No, buddy, I really think the Knicks got this one!" Kendall's voice came from down the hallway. "Yeah." He said, "Well we'll see." He laughed.

Kendall suddenly appeared in front of her, his phone pressed against his ear. He looked surprised, but happy to see her.

"Hey, Iverson, dude, I need to go, okay? Yeah, alright. Love you, buddy."

Stella smiled nervously, feeling a bit guilty that he just hung up on his son for her.

"Hi." He smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Hi, Kendall." In her heels, she was a little taller than him.

He pulled away, hands still on the small of her waist. "You, uh, you look beautiful."

She couldn't help her blush. "Thank you."

Kendall was wearing a plain white button-up and pants, but Stella knew the shirt alone was probably worth a month of her rent. He looked so good.

He took her hand in his and lead her to the kitchen. His grip was soft but firm.

The kitchen was beautiful, with white walls and new, stainless steel appliances. He probably never used it. A couple of chefs moved about. It smelled like authentic Italian.

"Holy shit..." Stella said under her breath.

Kendall laughed. He wasn't supposed to have heard that.

"I hope you like Italian, but if you don't, they can make you something else."

"No, it's perfect." They stopped in the middle of the kitchen.

He moved towards her. She let him. "Thank you for coming."

"Of course." He led her over to the table, pulling out her chair. She was sure he went to cotillion as a kid.

Kendall sat across from her, a tiny candle in between them, illuminating their faces. It was disgustingly romantic.

"How was your day?" He asked.

"Um," She stopped, unsure if she should tell the truth about her anxious day. "I went shopping, took my dog for a walk...oh!" Stella grabbed her purse, rummaging around for the blunt. " I got you this." she stuck her arm out, suddenly very unsure.

He took the glass vial, inspecting it.

"I-I really like weed, and I thought you probably did too, and it's better than a regular cigar so-"

"It's awesome." He gave her a goofy smile. "This is fucking awesome."

Stella returned the smile. "I'm so glad. I thought we could smoke it later."

He nodded, turning the vial over in his hands. "You have a dog?" She nodded. "My kids have this, uh, rabbit named Megathump. It almost died from a bagel related incident."

She had to laugh at the thought of Kendall with a rabbit. "Bagel related incident?"

"It's a long story." He stopped. "I have two kids, if you didn't know." He seemed almost...nervous?

"Oh, cool. I um, don't have any kids." They laughed at the awkwardness.

"Everything I do is for them." He said.

"I know." Stella reached out to take his hand. "How is the deal going?"

"It's been tough. We're getting there, though."

"I feel like I see you on Twitter every day now."

"Yeah, uh, they love me out there."

"I can tell."

One of the chefs from before brought over a bottle of red.

"I hope Cabernet is okay." Kendall asked.

Stella looked at the bottle in front of her. It was old. She nodded, and the chef poured them both a big glass.

"How long have you been living in the city?" He asked. Their hands were still intertwined.

"A couple of months. We're on break from my show—" she stopped. "We'll It's not my show, um, I'm just a side character."

"Delirium."

"Yeah, I assume your kids watch it?" Delirium was one of those shows that every teenager watched behind their parents backs. There were three sex scenes in the pilot episode itself.

"Well, they're not supposed to." He laughed. "I let them watch it when they're here. My daughter loves it."

Stella blushed. It was hard to believe a billionaire's kids watched her show.

"She really wants Yumi and Garrett to stay together." Wow, he really knew the show.

"We'll see." Stella laughed. The actress that played Yumi was one of her best friends. "I don't even have the script for season three yet."

"Is acting the main passion for you?"

"Honestly no. That's why I'm here." Stella was a bit shy to tell Kendall her life story, but the look on his face showed that he was interested. "I'm a writer, first."

His face lit up. "Will the network let you write on your show?"

She cringed. "No, uh, I asked and they said no—"

"Well they should."

Again, she blushed. "They're letting me do something of my own, actually."

"No way."

"That's why I'm in New York in the first place. I'm from here, sort of. West Chester."

"Ah, a West Chester girl." He smirked. Kendall probably assumed she was well-off, which wasn't really true.

"Yeah, I guess." Stella took a sip of wine. Kendall watched her carefully bring the glass to her lips. She pretended to ignore him.

Another chef came over with plates of food. Stella tried her best to smile, but food was always an issue for her. Especially now that she was in Hollywood, her body image was at an all-time low. For now, this was between her and her therapist, but it was tough.

"Thank you Antonio." Kendall said.

The food looked amazing. Thankfully it was rich people food, so there weren't big quantities. A tiny spiral of spaghetti sat in a giant bowl. She took a sigh of relief.

"This looks amazing." She beamed at the chef. For the third time that night, Stella wondered if she should tip the man. Kendall was probably paying a fortune for the food, so she decided against it.

"Antonio has been my chef for ten years now. He's the best."

Stella nodded. "That's crazy...a personal chef."

Kendall laughed. "Yeah, well, my father wouldn't have it any other way."

"How is that, by the way?"

His smile faltered just a bit. "It's been tough. My father is, uh, a cruel man, but we're trying. My siblings and I have never been closer, though."

"That's good."

"It's been a mess...shareholders and shit."

She didn't really know what Kendall even did for a living, but she nodded.

"You met Roman, right?"

The tragic interaction stung in Stella's mind. "Uh, yeah."

"God, he's such a fucking...he's just impossible."

She laughed.

"And Shiv, God, she's married to this guy, Tom, and he's a real piece of shit." He rambled on. "Sorry, Stell, this is probably very boring."

She blushed at the nickname, but took a sip of her wine to try and distract him. "It's not, really. I like hearing about your life. I feel like we live in totally different worlds, but here we are."

"Here we are indeed." He said, raising his glass. "Cheers."

They ate and talked for a while, sharing stories about their families and life and work.

"Do you want to smoke? I have a balcony." Of course he did, it was the penthouse.

Stella nodded, getting up and taking his hand. Kendall led her to the balcony, overlooking the entire city. It was incredible.

"Oh my God, this is insane." Stella walked to the ledge, looking over. "Does this ever make you dizzy?"

"Nah, uh, I'm used to it now."

Of course he was. "Makes sense." She sauntered over to Kendall who was sitting at a table on the balcony. He opened the blunt, taking out a fancy lighter.

"Come sit." He said, motioning to the chair next to him. "You can have the first puff."

"Why thank you." She sat next to him, watching him turn the blunt around in his hands.

Here she was, smoking weed with a billionaire. What was life?!

Kendall handed her the blunt, and she stuck it in her mouth. He held out is lighter, just like the night before.

Stella breathed in, letting the smoke burn her lungs. The blunt was expensive, and it sure tasted like it. "Wow."

She handed it to him. He took a huge hit, breathing the smoke out into the air. "Wow."

From behind them, a worker brought out more wine. Stella thanked him.

"This shit is delicious."

"I know."

Kendall handed her the blunt and she took it, breathing smoke into his face. He laughed.

"I never asked." He said. "How old are you?"

Stella choked on the smoke. "Uh, how old are you?" She knew the answer already.

He smirked. "Forty one."

"Okay, well, I'm twenty six. Almost twenty seven."

He nodded. The age gap wasn't really something she cared about, but she was sure everyone else would. Stella could already see the tabloids.

They talked and smoked for a bit, Stella laughing at Kendall's interesting stories.

"Do you want to, uh, go inside?" Kendall asked, motioning to the almost-gone blunt. The wine, too, was long gone.

She thought for a second. It had to be past ten and she had a meeting the next day. "Okay." She whispered.

When she stepped inside, the chefs were gone and the kitchen was spotless. Kendall grasped her hand, pulling her into him. He smelled so good. Their eyes met and she blushed, looking down.

"Hey," He tilted her head up to meet his eyes. "Don't be nervous."

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize, it's okay." He wrapped his arms around her waist. "Can I..."

She didn't answer. Instead, she kissed him, lips softly pressing against his. He returned the kiss hungrily. Stella reached up to cup his face. Damn, he was a good kisser.

Kendall led her to his bedroom--a huge spacious room with bright white walls. A giant window overlooking the city was across from the bed. If she wasn't in such a compromising position, Stella would have loved to see the view.

"This okay?" He broke the kiss. Stella smiled and nodded.

"Everything's perfect."

"Good." He said, gently pushing her down on the bed. "Because, uh, you're so fucking sexy."

Stella turned red, not meeting his gaze. Kendall squeezed her hips, deepening the kiss. He was now on top of her, grinding his pelvis against hers. She felt like she was in heaven and they hadn't even taken their clothes off yet.

Kendall reached up to her blouse, fiddling with the hem. "Sorry, wait, ugh," Stella muttered, realizing the shirt was incredibly hard to take off. "I would let you rip it off, but it's vintage."

He smirked, beginning to undo the buttons on his own shirt. "I'll buy you a new one."

After a few awkward seconds of taking their clothes off, Stella laid naked underneath him. She could feel his dick against her leg as he stood above her. Kendall kissed her again, this time more passionate. Stella couldn't help the moan that left her mouth as his hand snaked in between them. His thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing small circles on the sensitive spot. Returning the favor, she reached down to stroke his cock. It was thick and long, of course.

"Hold on." He said, getting up and walking to his dresser. Rummaging through, he revealed a condom and came back to her.

"Smart." She giggled.

He rolled the condom on, stalking back to her on the bed. The kisses became more rough, more needy, as Kendall rubbed his fingers through her folds.

"Ahh, Ken...I need you." She barely got the words out.

"Mm, what's that baby?"

Stella rolled her eyes. "I need you, now."

Without a word, he slipped into her. She felt her walls stretch to accommodate him. They both moaned, bodies fitting together perfectly. He thrust into her as she wrapped her legs around his torso. A chorus of moans filled the room.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight."

Tears of literal joy stung at Stella's eyes. He felt so good.

"Ken..." She stuttered, her nails making marks against his back. There were stars in her vision as he pulled all the way out, shoving himself in again. The sting was like nothing she had ever felt before--in a good way.

“Fuck...oh God.” Her legs shook around him, walls pulsating so hard she felt like she was going to die and go to Heaven. There was no way she was this close already.

He reached down, toying with her clit once again. "Cum for me, baby."

Stella came with a silent scream, Kendall quickly following as she clenched against his cock. He pulled out, collapsing on the bed next to her.

They were silent for a bit, catching their breath.

"You know I had sex with this actress once a couple of years ago," Kendall started, "And I was like this is the best sex of my fucking life."

She looked at him quizzically.

"And then I had sex with this other actress, and now I think I have to fucking rethink that.”

She swatted his shoulder. "Thanks, I guess."

#kendall roy #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy x oc

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writerleo86 · 1 year ago

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Terravenger Season 6 - The Agents of Light Arc - Episode 508 (Do Not Copy) - 01.30.2024

During the evening, the entire team of rescuers led by Sirene stood by a space jet while they were behind the closed Jordan Airport. And another person stood before the right side of the large vehicle.

The stern Sirene had asked "So yer lendin' us yer jet?"

This person was revealed as the older student of the Midas Academy named Pacey Deacon. He had fair skin, short brown hair, and a pair of bright blue eyes. He wore a jet-black shirt with long sleeves, a fine collar, and a long black tie. He had on a pair of dark-gray dress-pants with a black belt that had a squared silver buckle. He also wore a buttoned dark-gray coat with the Deacon Publications crest placed on the left side of the collar. And he wore shiny black shoes with dark-blue socks.

Pacey informed the witch in an Irish accent "You will have one of my personal jets at your disposal along with the pilot. This jet had a state-of-the-art food maker. Its computer will create whatever you like to eat on command. There is also a drink machine that has the same properties. And you all will have your own monitors in order to watch any show including the new channels."

The humble Sidney gave a soft smile and implied "You truly have done wonders for your family's company ever since your father disappeared. But I am sure you have troubles like every other business."

Pacey placed each of his hands inside the pocket of his pants as he responded "I have done what I could to terminate past goals set for my company. Now we at Deacon not only issue printings for sales, but we help with all sorts of communication around the planet. Many readers and our main board appear to be satisfied with our accomplishments so far."

The grim Ethan commented "I never thought Deacon Publications would ever be used for the greater good. You really have turned this business around."

Pacey faced the team and asked "Where would your first destination be?"

Sirene answered "We're headin' to take Troi back to da prison planet."

Troi informed Pacey "Sirene broke me out using a portal without the guards knowing about it. Hopefully, neither the guards and other inmates will know that I went out on my sentence."

Then Granger told Troi "Don't worry about anything. I am certain Sirene knows a spell that will erase anyone's memories."

The wicked Naigahata commented "Sirene is no novice when creating spells such as those. She will assist Troi with handling the mere jailers."

And Sirene replied "After that, we're gonna head to Denmark. Sirbo's got a base down there. I'm gonna find da tomb of dat fool Scorpio, even if it kills my ass!"

The sly Pacey shook his head and claimed "It seems you all have enough on your plate."

Sirene added "But I'm gonna blow back here if da Raven's in trouble again."

Pacey shook his head once again and said "I do hope it doesn't come to that whatever situation our city lands in."

Granger told Pacey "I'll make sure to report everything we do to you."

"That's not a bad idea," directed Pacey. "I will have the pilot give you one of my private numbers in order for you to keep me up to date."

He added "I also would like to hear about the adventures your team will have. It will be fascinating to hear what you all accomplish as your own squad."

And the sly Naigahata said "So do I."

Terravenger -- Season 6

Episode 508: Approaching the Holidays; The Troubled Gypsy Appears

A few months later, the excited Duo had met with three of his friends at a table near the opening of the Midas Academy's cafeteria.

Duo who sat at the right side of the table had worn a sleeveless black shirt that had the capital letter X printed in yellow on the center. He had on a pair of thin sand-colored band around his wrists with a sky-blue key printed on the top part of the left band. He also had tight light-gray jeans and a brown belt with a circular silver buckle. And he wore khaki shoes with maroon at the middle.

Sitting by his right side was Dilan Carr who had on a black shirt with long white sleeves. He wore a pair of tight blue jeans with a silver rectangular buckle on the middle of his thick black belt. He also had his family crest printed on the left shoulder of his shirt. And he wore his shiny black boots over his gray socks.

The older Cheetah sat across from Dilan. He wore a green undershirt with a pair of burnt-orange jeans with holes on various spots. He also wore a small black gauntlet around each wrist and his black shoes with red on the center. And he wore his black makeup along with black lipstick.

The tall boy called Lenz had on a white shirt with short black sleeves and a fine black collar. He wore a pair of long blue jeans with a thin brown belt. He also had on a pair of white socks with black shoes that had white covering the center. And a pair of small silver circles were printed on the right sleeve of his shirt.

Cheetah informed the boys "I'm havin' a little brunch at home for Turkey Day if anyone wants to come. Anton's leavin' for some kinda conference till dat weekend."

"I am so there!" Duo told him. "My 'rents are goin' to a special dinner that their boss is having at Deacon. They asked me to go with. But I can find a way out of it."

"I'll be there too," answered Lenz. "We gotta stick together this year."

The smiling Dilan shook his head and responded "My dad will be on his regular duty throughout the week of Thanksgiving. I guess I will come to your party as well."

Cheetah gave out a great smile and responded "Cool! It's gonna be an awesome party Mates! I'm gonna ask Ayr, Seth, and Silver too. I wanna go all out."

Lenz faced Duo and cried "You need to be at this party more than anybody! You've been through a lot this part three months!"

Duo shook his head and commented "You gotta be the most worried person ever!"

"Don't play like dat Mate!" Cheetah told Duo. "Jinx told me about what's been goin' on with ya lately. Dat bloke Mephistopheles's got some kind of hold over you."

"It's okay now," replied Duo. "Doc Tuscon handled everythin'. He used some mojo to keep da bastard away from me. I'm not gonna let dat creep get to me like he did Cutter."

Dilan shook his head and responded "I did hear about your ordeal as well. This must be terrible for you to handle on your own."

Duo gave a relieved smile and answered "Well, I guess I'm not gonna handle dis shit alone. You guys are gonna be there wit' me."

"Hell yeah!" Cheetah told him. "Yer not alone! I'm wit' ya till da end."

Then a male voice called out "Storms!"

Duo quickly turned around and found their principal standing behind the group.

Beau Ravenstone wore a collared white shirt with a long green tie and a brown vest. He had on a pair of pinstriped gray pants and a leathered black belt with a squared silver buckle. He also had on a pair of short black boots. An opened black dress-coat was worn over his shirt with his golden MAF badge placed on its front left side.

Duo lowered his head and whispered "What the hell?"

So, Duo began walking to the commander.

Lenz asked "What is this about?"

Cheetah lowered his head as he said "No idea. I got nothin'."

The pair faced faced each other and Duo asked "What is it, Commander?"

Beau gave a soft smile and commented "Even after everything you have gone through since the summer, you still have kept yourself together. You seem to be much stronger than I would have ever been."

Duo folded his arms in front of him as the commander implied "You and I never once had a chance to talk since... You know. Ever since we discovered that you were my biological son."

Then Duo shook his head as he felt no emotion.

"You are a strong young man Duo," described Beau. "Finding out something like this would have broken any other individual. But you... You have the heart, the mind, and the fire of those from my family. Your will counters all forms of evil."

"What do you want?" asked Duo. "Did you come here to spill yer crap or somethin'?"

The calm Beau shook his head and replied "I may deserve all that you say. You have the right to express your opinion. To tell you the truth, I am still shocked about our outcome."

A stern Duo lowered his arms and Beau told him "I am having a great dinner at my home on Thanksgiving Day."

"A dinner huh?" repeated Duo.

The kind Beau shook his head and said "I would like to invite you over. I would truly like to get to learn about you. I am certain you have questions that I may be able to answer."

Duo told him "Look! You and I got the same blood. But that's all there is. I'm good. I already got a dad. And I'd never trade him for anythin'. My mom too."

And Beau replied "I have no intention of taking you away from your loved ones. I only wish to get to know you individually."

"Like I said," answered Duo. "I'm good where I'm at."

Finally, Duo walked off as Beau watched with a soft smile on his face.

After that, the commander walked toward the door of his office which was nearby. Beau opened the door and spotted two people standing inside.

A stricken Beau whispered "By the gods!"

The individual standing at the right side was the older student named Jon Griffin. He wore a white shirt that had long sleeves and a fine collar along with a long black tie. He had on a pair of dress-pants with a thick black belt that had a silver buckle. He also wore a pair of thin black socks and shiny black boots. And he wore a buttoned black dress-coat with long sleeves.

Beside his left side stood Morgan Taylor. She had a red-sleeved shirt with short puffy sleeves and black covering the bottom part. She wore a long purple dress with blue covering the bottom. She had a long black cloth with silver and gold dots tied at the top of her dress. She also had a thin golden bracelet coming down from her left wrist along with a golden pendant around her neck. Golden rings were worn around three fingers from her right hand. Red polish had covered her fingernails. And she wore a pair of short black boots. She still had her wavy dark-brown hair which lowered from her shoulders. She also had on black eyeliner and red lipstick. And a long mahogany bandana was wrapped around the top of her head.

"Commander Ravenstone," greeted Morgan.

Beau implied "You are Morgan Taylor."

And he asked Jon "How did she pass our security?"

"It's okay Sir," Jon informed his principal. "Morgan's not the enemy. But she has a lot to tell you and the staff."

The calm Morgan walked a few steps toward Beau and responded "I need an audience with you. What I discuss may help against the Agents of Light."

"You have information on those people?" questioned Beau. "Your associates?"

Morgan shook her head and informed the commander "I have much information that may please you regarding the missing people. The ones that were taken by the Bringer's deadly soldiers. I also have what you need on my former leader."

"Do you mean Leo?" asked Beau.

Then Morgan answered "I also come here to speak of the organization that you may have heard of -- New Beginnings."

Beau shook his head and implied "The organization that is a stage for the Bringer and his minions?"

And Morgan told the commander "As long as I still breath, his agents will search the entire planet for me. So I ask you for sanctuary within your city. I wish to help the nations anyway I can against the Agents of Light. And the Bringer of Death himself -- Mephistopheles."

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The Ballad of Janie and Billy

Part 3:

You can't choose your family

Warnings: Mention of child molestation, murder, drinking, smoking, swearing, and a shitload of angst.

Sorry about so much dark stuff, but I'm writing a story inspired by a) a song about a girl killing her father in response of abuse and b) another song about a boy getting in trouble with New York gangsters, so it can't be very shiny.

Bernard Gray, private detective, read the sign over the front door in which they walked. Inside, on greyish beige walls were two doors, one on their left, with an opaque glass window with office written in golden letters. The other one was right in front of them, but was made of plain wood and led to Bernie's apartment.

-Get in, I'm here. Called a raspy voice with a British accent from the office.

-Your family is from England? Janie asked him in a whisper.

-Kind of...

They got into a rectangular waiting room with a few wooden chairs and (then again) two similar doors, one on their right, the opening to a bathroom for the customers' benefits. The other one, across the room, also to their benefits, was the entrance to what was (in their minds, at least) a place where they could let go of their torments and where a skilled man would begin the investigation to solve their problems. In the facts, it was nothing more than a desk buried with various sheets of paper, only leaving place for an ashtray and a notebook. Behind it, was an armchair (with the expected saviour sitting in it) and a mini-bar, in front were two chairs with padded seats and armrests.

-Din't know I was going to have a visitor, I should have done some cleaning! Bernard joked.

-It's alright Mr. Gray. Janie reassured him with a shy smile as they both took place in the chairs.

-So, the two of you got in trouble apparently? He asked Billy.

-Yes, a lot. We need your advice and maybe a place to sleep tonight.

-Good, minus the fees, I will proceed like I do with any customer: Tell me the story from the very beginning.

Knowing that Janie would probably not want to tell the story herself, Billy took the lead:

-When she was el...

-No, if it happened to her, I want her to tell me.

Janie felt her heart stop for a split second as she made a terrified eye contact with Billy, waiting for some kind of an approval, which came with a small nod.

-... Well, it all began when...

-Sorry love, I gotta go, I'll be right back, okay. Her boyfriend interrupted her before leaving the room.

His guts were twisted with guilt, from leaving her alone at that very moment, but also from his inaction when she told him about it. As he locked the bathroom's door and leaned himself on the sink, he didn't dare to look up at the mirror.

Taking a deep breath, he thought about the story she was telling his uncle and the very moment he learned about it: The cold blue skies of January, just like her eyes, an horrible tale on a beautiful day...

-Why are you hiding your wrists? He asked her as they drived across the city in one of her father's car.

-... How did you guess it? She asked with resignation.

-It's my job to know what people don't want me to know.

-Alright, I'll explain, but park the car first.

He did as he was told and they ended up in some shop's parking lot.

Slowly, way too slowly, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing bruises going around her wrists like two greenish blue snakes.

-What happened?! Who did this to you?!

She held his gaze for a few seconds before her eyes started to fill with tears.

-...My father.

He reached across the car to hold her into tight a hug, unable to say anything, killed by the shame of not having noticed anything even if they have been dating for a year.

-He, he beats you? Billy asked in her ear.

-No, this time is an exception, usually, it is more about, well... You... You know.

Tell me now it's untrue, what did her daddy do?¹ He jacked a little bitty baby, The man has got to be insane They say the spell that he was under The lightning and the thunder Knew that someone had to stop the rain.

She didn't want to say the word, but he guessed it the very second she mentioned it was because of her father.

He pulled away from her to be able to look at her in the eyes.

-Usually? You mean he does it regularly?! He exclaimed before suddenly calming down. If you don't want to answer or talk about it, it's alright.

-No, I think it's time someone actually listens to me: It all started when my mother died, when I was eleven years old. At the beginning, it was more about... He was, he was touching me, but when I turned thirteen, it got... Worse.

-Have you told anybody else about it?

-Yes, my aunt, his sister. All she said was that I was exaggerating and that I shouldn't go to the police because my father is protecting us from being in need of anything and that it would be bad for the business...

Money².

-What a fucking bitch! Billy screamed, flabbergasted by what he heard.

-You couldn't be more right. But I didn't listen to her, and last week, I went to the cops. It didn't take fifteen minutes after I said my father's name for him to be there to pick me up. When we got home, he yelled at me for half an hour, I swear I never saw him that angry. The whole time he was holding me by the wrists so hard I thought he was going to break them.

Fear².

By that point they were both laying back in their seats, holding hands and not daring to look at each other, her sobs punctuating the heavy silence.

-Do you want me to... Take care of him.

-Like killing him? No, he would deserve it, but you would probably end up thrown from some skyscraper in retribution.

-Worth it!

-No, not worth it! It is not how problems are solved!

-Maybe not for you, but The Old Man wouldn't hesitate for a second before getting rid of someone.

-Precisely! I am not like him and don't want to be! Besides, it is MY problem and I don't want YOU to die because of it. She cried. So don't do anything stupid.

-Don't worry my Angel. He whispered and kissed her forehead.

When his mind got back to the blue-ish green bathroom, he finally looked up, almost surprised to see his reflection in the mirror.

-Come on, put yourself together. How do you think she feels right now? He ordered himself.

He walked back into the office to discover his girlfriend and his uncle each with a glass of alcohol, Janie holding her empty one with shaky hands and Bernie having almost finished his. It was one of his bad habit to make the clients drink when they didn't speak enough, it was also the perfect opportunity for him to have a sip.

-You didn't give her your damned Canadian moonshine, at least? He criticized before lighting a cigarette with the zippo laying by the ashtray.

-Of course I did, it's the best liquid courage I have. So where were we, Miss Spencer?

-As I said, I went to the police about four months ago, and somehow nothing... Nothing bad happened during that time so I started to feel a little bit more comfortable, but when I came home after school today...

The second she entered the house she knew something was odd: Nobody was around. Usually the cleaning lady came around on Friday afternoons and at that time of the day Mary should have been in the kitchen preparing the diner, but both were nowhere to be seen.

-Janie, is it you? Come up here darling! She heard her father's voice call from upstairs.

She froze in place as she understood what was going on, again.

-No, no, no, no. She whispered to herself, on the verge of panic.

Slowly, she climbed up the wooden stairs, looking for a way to gain time. As she entered his room she hid her hands behind her back not to show him how awfully they were shaking.

As expected, he was wearing his white silk bathrobe, and probably nothing else, the only sight of him in that attire disgusted her.

Bathrobe, bathroom, she thought as her eyes moved to the door leading to the adjacent bathroom.

-I have to use the toilet first, please. She asked, doing her best for her voice not to break mid-sentence.

-Make it fast, he answered coldly.

Almost running to the other room, she locked the door behind her and slowly let her back slide against the door until she reached the cold tiles of the floor, then pulled herself to sit on the closed toilet lid a few feet away.

Her elbows rested on her knees as she took her head in her head and ran her fingers in her hair, as to pull the solution out of her scalp.

That's when her father's holster caught her eye full of tears.

It was laying on top of his clothes, which he left on the vanity after putting on his bathrobe. She got up and walked to it, as if it attracted her.

An innocent invitation to murder, or worse.

-Me, or him? She whispered to herself, as if her reflection in the mirror would decide her faith.

Taking the gun out of its leather shell and taking out the safety, she knew she had to do it, that it was the only way to make it stop.

She also knew she was going to outlive her persecutor.

She put the gun back by the sink and started undoing her blouse's buttons, then tucked the weapon in her left armpit and squeezed it in place so that it wouldn't move from there. She then closed her shirt and pulled the fabric in all possible direction in order to hide the revolver as well as she could.

A racing heart, weak legs, hands even shakier than before, her fakest smile, and a stiff left arm was all she had when she stepped out of the bathroom.

She could feel his eyes staring at her as she walked to the side of the bed, where one should have found pride and paternal love, lust was the only thing she found for the last six years.

With her back to him, she opened her blouse just enough so that she could reach for the handle, then turned around, and then...

What did her daddy do?¹ It's Janie's last I.O.U. She had to take him down easy and put a bullet in his brain She said, "'Cause nobody believes me, the man was such a sleaze" He ain't never gonna be the same

And then the last six years were over.

-After, that, what did you do? The detective asked

-There was so much blood, I mean, everywhere! So I, I got towels from the bathroom and put them under his head, so the mattress wouldn't be full of it.

-It was the first time you used a revolver?

She nodded stiffly.

-Can I ask what kind of a gun it was?

-Smith and Wesson, I think it was a 44. Magnum. She answered, then held out aforementioned gun for confirmation.

-Good Lord, there was probably not much left of him! Bernie chuckled, causing Billy to sigh in embarrassment.

But what he couldn't know was that his uncle was proud of her, given the size and kickback of the revolver, it was a miracle she could have hit her target in only one shot.

Without bothering about the discutable hint humor, she added the last details to her story.

-After that I called Billy, 'cause I he already knew the story and would know what to do and believed me and... And... Forget it. Her voice broke into a weeping sigh.

And because I love him and he loves me and I knew he would help me and he deserved to know the truth, not some lie my family would have told to everyone. She thought as he gently squeezed her hand and stroke it with his thumb.

-So how did you get rid of him?

Billy explained the way they disposed of the corpse and sheets.

-Although it was probably not in his funeral arrangements, you did a good job. His uncle nodded with irony.

-Did you park the car at the back of the building? He added a last question.

-Of course.

-Well, there is not much else you can do for tonight, let's go upstairs an' have dinner, you can sleep here tonight if you want to.

-A thousand thanks, Mister Gray. Janie said.

-You can call me Bernie. He smiled to her.

-------------------------------------------------------Janie expected to find a place screaming "OLD BACHELOR" when she thought about Bernard's appartment, and it was only half false. The small dining table indicated that he lived alone, the walls were of that same monotone color as downstairs and if you knew the inhabitant, you would notice that every single object sat in place exactly as he liked, never to be disturbed.

On the other hand, it was enlightened by paintings, all sceneries, it was almost like the apartment had windows both on the city's streets and on rural landscapes.

Billy's uncle was also not half bad of a cook: His beef bourguignon was probably the best she ever tasted.

-So, what's your plan, for tomorrow, for... The future? Said cordon bleu asked them.

-....We don't really know, I guess we will hide in town as long as we can, or something like that. Janie answered with hesitation.

-Yeah, someone probably found the corpse. So we won't stay here more than one night, that's for sure. Maybe we'll squat some abandoned place down south.

She noticed Bernard flinched a bit at the mention of their housing perspectives.

-You're right, you have to keep moving... But watch out, there are all kinds of people in those buildings. He commented with a tone which seemed to imply a lot more to him and his nephew.

Billy's only answer was a small nod and a sad face. Willing to redirect the conversation, Janie said the first thing that came to her mind:

-So you are the brother of Billy's mom, right?

-In fact, he's not my uncle by any means, it's just simpler to tell people...

-I think I'm gonna let you tell that story by yourself, kid. The supposed uncle escaped the table and gathered the now empty plates to take them to the adjacent kitchen.

And it is one long story, so it will be for the next chapter...

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Lyrics from Janie's Got a Gun by Aerosmith.

See previous chapter.

Coming up next; The Ballad of Janie and Billy Part Four: Genesis.

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