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[rosedhall]

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[crystalwillow]

Never Let You Go - Oliver x F!MC

A/N: I apologize if this is trash, but I just need to write something that's different from the ending we got for Distant Shores. I'm writing this a few hours after and I'm still annoyed for the clearly rushed ending, feeling as though they most likely didn't want to deal with this book anymore. The solution to that would have been to release it later in the year and then it could have been focused on more and maybe we would have gotten more answers, than questions from the books ending. I know there's the whole, leave some of the story to the readers imagination rule when it comes to writing fiction and stuff like that, but they have seriously left TOO MANY things unanswered. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this fiction and I hope it brings you some kind of happiness. Instead of despair. I will be taking the time to replay the book 2 more times to help me figure out scenarios for Edward & Charlie. 

For the purposes of this fiction, I will be using the default name of Peyton Bellamy. But whenever the name if mentioned feel free to use your character's name in its place 😊. Also, if you have a male MC and wish to read this and edit in in your mind to fit your own MC that is totally fine. Credits to Pixelberry and the team that wrote Distant Shores as I am using some of the parts of the last chapters plot to base this writing off of something.

Love, Hugs & Kisses,

tyrilsnightbloom

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Before you start, allow me to set the scene for you. You, Oliver, Charlie and Edward have just battled your way through the temple. You’ve all ran through your respective tunnels and skidded to a halt, almost falling into a chasm in the center of the temple. You’re looking around for signs of the admiral or Robert, but there are none. When suddenly....

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

You, Oliver, Charlie and Edward all whip your heads to the direction of thunderous laughter echoing across the temple. There in front of a glowing portal stands Admiral Cochrane brandishing a gleaming object in his hand. You try to get a closer look and cover your mouth, ducking behind a pillar as you gasp out loud. “Who’s there?!” shouts The Admiral. Oliver looks at you from his hiding spot, you shake your head silently, but he has a look of determination in his eyes. Your eyes widen in horror as he rises to his feet. “It’s just me dear father. I came looking for you.” He said with trained professionalism, his every feature remaining calm. “I see. You’ve finally seen that your little stunt with pirates isn’t going to bring you the power you really want?” he asks as he looks over the exterior of the object he’s holding. “Aye father. I’ve come to apologize and make amends. That is, if you’ll allow me.” Oliver says, staring at his father the whole time. The Admiral considers his words for a while, as you look over towards Edward and Charlie, hurt present in both their eyes. “Are you okay?” Edward mouths to you and you nod in response, but you can only imagine the feeling in your chest is the same as what they’re feeling themselves. Suddenly, The Admiral speaks up again, “Lieutenant.” He states, “Yes, Admiral.” Oliver answers, standing straighter and to attention. “I’ll accept you back as family and give you a second chance.” He said but paused, leaving a massive but, hanging in the air. “Thank you Admi-“ Oliver started saying but was cut off by his father holding up a finger and continuing to speak. “But first you must prove your worth. By killing her, with this.” he said, Oliver swallowing loudly, eyeing the object he was being held out to accept. “Wh-What is that?” he asked nervous at the sight of the weapon. “An AK-47.” The Admiral commented, too coolly for your liking and it sent shivers down your spine. “I’m not stupid Oliver. I know she’s here” he continued. “Who’s here?” Oliver asked, curiosity on his face. Himself and his father getting into an intense back and forth, whilst they did, Edward moved positions stealthily, so he was now directly behind the admiral, pointing his pistol directly at his heart from behind. Through discreet communication, Oliver started taking steps back as his father advanced on him. Each second his own voice getting weaker as his father’s got harsher in commands. Suddenly, BANG!, Oliver jumped behind a wall as Edward pulled the trigger on his pistol, sending a bullet flying into the admiral and he collapsed to the floor, immediately bleeding out. Now knowing he himself couldn’t cause any serious damage, you came out of your hiding spot along with Charlie and stood over him as Oliver stood up collecting himself. “You!” the admiral boomed, “You infiltrated my boy! Corrupted him with your witchcraft!” He shouted, you knelt down beside him, leaning close to his ear. “No, Admiral sir. YOU drove him away with your harsh ways. The world and whole of history is just lucky he wasn’t blinded by your corruption, because you were his father.” You hissed as you stood to move away so you could allow Oliver to kneel beside him for a few moments, thinking he was almost dead, but he grabbed your ankle, pulling you off your feet as he stood back up and aimed the gun at you. Panic arises in everyone in the room.

“Peyton, Love!” Charlie called out

“Miss Bellamy!” Edward shouted

“No!” cried Oliver

They all moved to try and shield you but froze as a figure swung from above on a vine, snatching the gun from the admirals hand. “No!” cried the admiral, as he followed the figure that landed by the portal. “I don’t think anyone here will be needing this. do you?” The man smiled smugly as he threw the gun back through the portal. “You absolute fool!” the admiral shouted as the man came back towards you down the steps. Oliver and Charlie helping you up as Edward re-joined you as the admiral was distracted. “Peyton! Are... are you alright?” Oliver asked, pain and fear etched into his face. You placed your hand on the side of his face pulling him closer and planted a sweet kiss on his lips, “With you by my side. I’ll always be just fine.” You smiled at him. A smile which he happily returned along with the kiss. As you both turned your attention back towards the figure and Admiral, you realized it was Robert. “Robert! But how?” you asked, your voice carrying around the temple. Neither man broke their gaze from each other at your suddenly loud outburst, instead they circle one another with their swords drawn. “Time to tie up some loose ends, once and for all!” the admiral said with a roar as he brought his sword towards Robert, going for a damaging blow but wobbling at the last moment, due to blood loss making Robert able to parry his blow. “Lost your balance there” Robert comment smugly as the two engaged in fearsome swordplay. It looked as though Robert was winning when at the last second... “HA!” the admiral shouted, smiling triumphantly as he stood above Robert panting heavily, his sword stabbed clean through Robert’s torso, as he was shoved through the portal. All four of you looking on in horror as the admiral flicked Robert’s blood off his sword and came towards you, you marched forward drawing your own sword.

“No!” Oliver shouted, jumping in front of you.

“This is MY fight!” Edward roared as he jumped in front of both you and Oliver, brandishing his sword and looking the admiral straight in the eyes with hatred. “Your problem is with me. Leave these two out of it!” he growled lowly as he made the first blow to the admiral’s side, you and Oliver backing up to Charlie for safety. “I can’t just stand and watch this. Edward could get killed!” you exclaimed as the duel raged on a few feet away from you. “Heads up!” Edward shouted and broke you from your worried pacing as you caught an object flying towards you. Opening your hands you smiled softly as you saw the compass. “The compass” you muttered as you looked at the portal. “My way back to when I’m supposed to exist. But... I don’t want to go back. I-“ you choked up as tears glistened your eyes, a gentle hand coming to rest on your shoulder. You looked up to have your eyes meet with that of the one person’s who’d captured your heart. Oliver Cochrane. As you looked at one another, time seemed to slow almost to a stop. “Peyton...” he said with a certain strain to his voice which matched the feeling you had in your chest. “Oliver I-“ you whimpered. Your daze broken by the sudden loud clang of metal and a cry of pain, you turned to see the admiral on his knees and Edward panting heavily above him. “You’re reign of terror ends here.... Francis.” Edward said lowly as he lowered himself to look directly in the admiral’s eyes. “Goodbye.” He said and pushed him over the edge of the chasm. Oliver watching his father fall to his death, all four wincing when they heard a dull thud below.

“Oliver...” you said sadly and walked over to him and he put his arm around you, pulling you close and kissing your head. “Will you be okay?” you asked him quietly, looking up at him. He nodded as he blinked away his tears, holding you tight and tucking his head into your neck. “Oh Olly...” you sighed as you rubbed his back comfortingly. “I know he had poor morals but that doesn’t mean you didn’t love him as your father. You’re a good man Oliver Cochrane... I’m lucky to have found you.” You said trying to comfort him. “Love?” Charlie said softly as she placed a hand on your shoulder. “We should... close the portal now...” she hesitated as she pointed towards it. You gulped and turned towards it. “...Okay...” you whispered. “Wait.” Oliver demanded softly, grabbing your wrist, looking at Charlie and Edward. “Could.. you give us a moment?” he asked. They looked at each other, then back at you and Oliver and nodded curtly, heading to the opposite side of the temple. “Peyton I... I. Do you have to go?” Oliver asked, pain clear in his voice as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Oliver...” you choked as you placed your hand over his, “I don’t know what will happen once we close the portal but... know I’ll always love you. Never anyone else. It will ALWAYS be you, Oliver. Every single time.” You said as tears ran from your eyes and he held you in his shaky grasp. “Peyton...” he sniffled before he pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, every emotion poured into it. You both pulled away breathless, staying silent in each other’s embrace for a few moments before Edward and Charlie came back. It was time. Taking a deep breath, you all walked to the portal with Oliver holding your hand so tightly both of your knuckles were white. “This is it... I could vanish when this closes...” you whisper, but it echo’s and the others hear it. “We’re here for you, Miss Bellamy.” Edward said sombrely, the three of them crowding round you and hugging you once more. You stood in silence enjoying the embrace of your two best friends and lover, dread for having to close the portal getting heavier in your chest until finally you took a deep breath, drawing yourself to full height and looking at the portal with determination. “I have a plan. Maybe it will be best for me to just walk through and one of you guys close the portal.” You said holding out the compass. “You’re sure love?” Charlie asked, taking the compass from you as you nodded resolutely. “Goodbye guys. Get home safely, okay? All of you, promise me.” You said facing them one final time, not being able to bring yourself to look at the sorrow and pain in Oliver’s eyes. “Peyton... Having you as part of my crew. It... it was the best. You done a lot for us, gave us opportunities we would never have had otherwise. Thank You” Edward said sincerely, hugging you tightly and patting your back, not daring to say the words that were left hanging in the air. Charlie nodded at you with a smile, you nodded back knowing if she said anything, she was going to breakdown. Oliver bent down and gave you a final kiss on the cheek, “I love you.” He murmured with rawness in his voice. “I love you too” you smiled softly, reaching up and wiping a tear from his cheek with your cuff. You took one final look at everyone, “Tell the others goodbye from me, hey?” you sniffled with a wave and stepped through the portal before you could get anymore, emotional about your departure. “Well... I guess we should-“ Charlie started to speak as she moved to close the portal, “WAIT! NO!” Oliver shouted and jumped through the portal, hoping he would follow Peyton to her time, praying he didn’t age and die on the way there.

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*Peyton’s/Reader’s POV*

Everything was a blinding white as you travelled back to your time, wondering where you would land. The best place would to be at home on your bed so you could walk out and be greeted by the sight of fake house plants and sunlight beaming into your kitchen. Of course the worst place you could think of was landing in a garbage bin. You were lost in thought until *THUD* you landed on the ground and stood up to look at your surroundings. It was the TV set you had vanished from yet somehow no time had passed here at all. You stopped mid-line delivery and searched for the compass in a panic. This angered the director and led to you storming out. Sometime later you found yourself at the museum, you were walking through the corridors when you rounded the corner, stopping dead in your tracks. “Realistic isn’t it?” a voice sounded from behind you, making you jump. “Sorry. I have a habit of doing that. Maxine, I’m the museum curator.” She said with a friendly smile, holding her hand out. You took it and shook gently, still stunned by the site in front of you. “I’ll leave you to browse, I’ll be at the main desk if you have any questions about this exhibit” Maxine smiled kindly again before disappearing back to wherever it was she came from. You cautiously approached what looked like a wax figure the height of Oliver as it’s back faced you.

“is it finally clear?”

What? Did this figure just TALK, to you?

“I SAID. Is it finally clear?”

You jumped back. No, this had to be some kind of sensor thing. You jumped in front of it, waving your arms  about with the most worrisome look on your face, until you stopped when you saw the shoulder shuddering and heard laughter coming from the statue. “OH GOD IT’S ALIVE!” you screamed and ran round the corner, hiding behind the door. What in the world?! He couldn’t actually be here, could he? You left and the portal was closed behind you. You left him in the 18th century... right? At least that’s what you thought. You held your breath as footsteps came into the room. You listened but they never left, thinking you’d gone crazy you came out from behind the door, but there he was, standing looking at a portrait of himself, hands linked behind his back “No... O-Oliver?” you squeaked out, daring to hope this was real. That he had somehow followed you to when you exist and was here to stay with you. You reached out hoping to feel his breath on your skin, his heart beating in his chest. Anticipation in your now halted breath.

 *Oliver’s POV*

It had worked, or at least I was hoping it had. I was in a museum, rather appropriately so, an exhibit of the late 1700’s. It was fascinating to me as I walked through the hallways how much was factually correct. I was distracted looking at an exhibit of Captain Mortemer when I heard voices approaching. The only thing coming to my head, was to pretend to be a statue to avoid getting asked questions, so that’s exactly what I done. I felt the woman’s eyes on me as she pulled out a device that I remember Peyton telling me was a cell phone or something. I had to then hold in my surprise as she moved me to a raised platform in the middle of the room. After she was happy with my positioning she disappeared, and I allowed myself to breathe. I had no idea what time it was, my pocket watch had broken completely. I quickly held my breath a while later as more footsteps approached, they were followed by two female voices. Both of which I recognized, one belonged to the lady who had moved me and given my butt a squeeze as she put me in place, the other made my eyes glaze over with tears. Was it her? Really? I stood listening to their conversation until the museum curator left again, the other woman came into view. It was her! It was Peyton! I wanted to jump down and hug her, but I knew she would scream at that and the museum curator would come rushing back. So I decided to talk, moving my mouth little as possible. This made her spooked but curious, she started jumping about making some of her goofy faces. God I love this woman so much, I repeated my question and laughed as she ran away, screaming that the statue was alive. I followed her and waited for to come out from where she was hiding, as she didn’t I turned round and was met with a portrait of... myself? I had to agree the details were done beautifully. After a few moments I heard shuffling behind me, and my name being said. I turned around to find Peyton reaching out for me. God seeing the pain and confusion in her eyes killed me. I reached out and took her hand, placing it on my chest. “It’s me love. I’m really here.�� I spoke quietly, hoping she would believe me. “I must be dreaming.” She said breathlessly. So I pinched her. “OW!” she exclaimed and leaped a little bit away from me, rubbing her arm as she pouted. I watched her closely as realization dawned on her and she turned back to me. Smile spreading across her face. “It’s you. You-you’re really... here.” She beamed and ran into my arms, they immediately tightened around her. Damn, her hair smells amazing. I couldn’t help the smile creeping onto my face as I held her again. I don’t know how long I had been without her touch, but I knew that I missed it and these past moments had been the most miserable I had ever lived. “We should go.” Peyton yawned, I pulled back and nodded, her adorable tired eyes looking up at me. I took her hand in mine and she led me outside, the air was cool and crisp, but the scenery looked... new. Different. I knew if I asked she would show me around and teach me about this time I was now in, but her tiredness was evident. so I just followed her down the walkway until we reached a building and headed inside.

 *Storytelling POV*

“He’s here and he’s real and he’s now in my apartment. Oliver is stood before me in my 21st century apartment... and I’m not dreaming. I must ask him how he got here.” You said to yourself as you close the front door. “drink?” you asked as you headed to the kitchen, dropping your bag on the couch as you walked past him. But you got no answer, so you poked your head out, “Oliver?” you asked, and he turned around with a questioning look on his face. “Can I get you a drink?” you asked again. “umm. I’ll just have some water please.” He said, preoccupation in his voice as he turned back to look at your family photos and your landline phone next to them. As you were making the drinks you heard him scream. “Oliver?!” you shouted out in alarm and ran to the living room but chuckled when you saw he had just turned the television on. “Wh-what is that.. thing?” he asked with shocked distain. “It’s a television. It’s how we keep up with news. Both nationally and globally. But there’s also other perks like fictional shows or real-life documentaries about historical events, animals, even space!” you exclaimed as you took the remote from him and turned it back off, so he had a chance to recover. “How about you sit on the couch for now and I’ll bring you your water hey?” you said as you turned on your heel and went back into the kitchen.

Oliver nodding and taking a seat. You came back with his water and a mug of hot cocoa for yourself and some cool ranch Doritos, settling in next to him. “What are those?” Oliver asked, pointing to the bag of chips. “Potato chips. Some of the best tasting ones in my opinion.” You replied as you picked them up and opened them, popping one in your mouth. “Want to try one?” you asked as you swallowed your first bite, Oliver looked at the bag curiously. “Uhh. Okay, aye. I’ll try one” he said putting his hand in the bag and pulling out a chip. Touching it with the tip of his tongue, then eating it with a very loud crunch. His face was not one of satisfaction but one of dislike. “You don’t like it?” you asked. Oliver swallowed and shook his head frantically, “That was the most awful thing I’ve ever tasted.” He grimaced as he washed his mouth out with his water. You sat laughing and munched on a few more chips before putting them away and drinking your hot cocoa. “Alright, I’m going to have a warm shower. Tomorrow we’ll go shopping and get you some more... modern attire.” You smiled at him as your eyes roamed his body, knowing what was under his clothes. He smirked knowingly and was in front of you in 2 strides,

“Peyton... you can just say it you know.”

“Say... what?”

“Those four or five little words that are dancing on the tip of your tongue”

“I... I’m afraid I do-”

“ah ah ah. Just say it... you want to I can tell. You have that look on your face.”

“What look? What are you on about?”

“The sad puppy dog look you do when your sad you have to leave my embrace. Go on. Say the words Peyton.”

“I. We. Uh, you. ... Will you join me Oliver?”

“There, was that so hard?” he asked as a smiled spread onto his features, his hands resting loosely on your hips as he looked down at you with pure adoration. You giggled and swatted his arm playfully. You were still trying to understand how quickly after you he must have jumped through the portal, as you walked to your bathroom. Oliver looking around as if he had just entered a spaceship. “woah!” he exclaimed with wonder in his voice “This is nice.” He continued as he looked at things on your bathroom sink. “Cool undereye gel pad things. Soap, I know that one. Ummm, a moisturizer with aloe vera and rose oil extract. No wonder your face smells so beautiful.” He murmured to himself as he looked through all your beauty products whilst you set the temperature of the water. “Peyton.. what’s this?” Oliver said as he curiously looked at an egg-shaped sponge. “hm? Oh, that’s my beauty blender for my foundation” you said happily as you took off your final piece of clothing and grabbed some towels, ready to climb into the shower. “Oh. You-you’re..” Oliver squeaked as he flushed bright pink. “I’m what?” you smiled as you opened the shower door again to get in, “You’re n-nake-naked” he stuttered as his eyes struggled not to take in every inch of your beauty as you stood in front of him smiling brightly. “You normally are for showers. Now are you joining me or not?” you asked and stepped in holding your hand out of the door, he nodded and took off his clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on the clear part beside your sink. “Um. Where can I put this?” he asked holding up his sword, “Back round your waste” you retorted with a smirk which he matched. “Miss Peyton Bellamy. As a leading superior officer, I must inform you that swordplay in the shower is highly dangerous and strongly advised against.” He said, his eyes growing dark as you bit your lip, attention now on his slightly aroused nether regions. Bingo, you’d found out he has a kink. A highly dangerous one at that. You looked at each other for a while before you gestured to the umbrella bin in the corner by the door, “Put it in there with my umbrella.” you said hoarsely as you cleared your throat, he done so and finally joined you in the shower and you closed the door. “Welcome to Peyton’s Paradise. Fair warning I do sing in the shower, so if I end up shouting down your ears, I’m sorry.” you told him. “Ah , tis fine. Your voice sounds like a choir of angels to me.” Oliver beamed down at you as you grabbed your loofa and shower gel, soaping up his chest, he moaned in pleasure. “tha-that f-f-feels so ni-niiiiice.” He sighed, eyes rolling back as he lent back onto the wall. Smiling to yourself, you decided to wash his whole body. “Oliver.... Ol- Oliver!” you laughed as he stood with his eyes still closed. “Oliverrrrrr. I need you to turn around so I can wash your back” you continued to giggle. “mmmm. Give me 5 more minutes. This feels- HEY! Why’d you stop?!” he pouted as he opened his eyes and looked at you. “I need you to turn around so I can wash your back.” You beamed as he turned around so you could start washing his back. “ooo it tic- oh... ohhhhhhhh that’s the spot” he moaned pleasurably again. You finished scrubbing his back and let the water rinse the bubbles off of him whilst you grabbed your shampoo, squeezing some into the palm of your hand and reaching up to foam it up in his hair and give him a head massage. He let out yet another moan but this time it was more guttural as he looked at you with deep pools of adoration dancing in his eyes, he held onto your hips and smiled sweetly. “You okay?” you asked him softly and he nodded. “I feel fantastic. Thank you” he replied, a small yawn escaping from his mouth. “You’ve made me tired though.” He chuckled, you smiled and took your hands out of his hair causing him to pout at you yet again. “I need you to close your eyes real tight and tip your head back for me.” You said as you grabbed the shower head. He done as you asked, and you washed the suds from his hair before he stood straight again. “Your turn.” He smiled at you as he washed your body and hair the same way you had just washed his.

Soon the water turned cold and you turned it off and stepped out, wrapping a towel around yourself and passing the other to Oliver who wrapped it round his waist. “Now what?” he asked as he looked at you, a strand of hair falling in front of his face as he smiled, “Now, we go and lay in bed and dry off before going to sleep.” You smiled as you grabbed his hand and led him to your bedroom, flicking on the light but you immediately blushed at the state it was in. You’d forgotten you hadn’t cleaned this morning before you disappeared. “Sorry about the mess... I kind of disappeared and never had the chance to clean...” you said meekly. “It’s okay P. We aren’t sleeping on the floor, are we?” he asked. “No way! I missed my plush mattress” you grinned and pulled back the covers, sitting down. Oliver joining you, “Ohhhhh. I see what you mean. This is heaven!” he exclaimed as you both laid back on your pillows. “I hope I’m stuck here.” He muttered as you both stared at the ceiling, fingers intertwined between you. “I’d hate to have to be left without you. 5 seconds was torture enough.. I don’t know how I’d survive years knowing you exist but never being able to hold you again.” He continued as he pulled your head to his chest. As you rested in silence, you listened to his heartbeat. It was steady and in time with your own and you suddenly found yourself crying. You tried to hide it, but a tear got loose and fell onto Oliver’s chest. “Are you okay, my sweet?” he asked, adjusting his head to look at you. “Yeah. It’s just.. our heartbeats... they’ve synced.” you told him, and your voice cracked. You sat up and grabbed a tissue from your bedside table and dabbed away your tears, chuckling quietly to yourself before letting out a lengthy yawn. “We should get some sleep.” Oliver said gesturing for you to lie back down. “Yeah, one moment. I’m just going to grab some pyjamas. It feels like it’s going to be a cool night.” you told him as you walked to your closet, he waited patiently for you as you changed into some clothes, smiling when you joined him again. “You look beautiful.” He complimented with a smile making you blush. After all, it was only some blush pink silk shorts and a matching vest top. None the less you settled back down into bed, cuddling close to Oliver and falling asleep after kissing each other goodnight. Both of you praying that when you woke in the morning Oliver would still be next to you.

 The next morning you had woken up 45 minutes before your alarm was due to go off, but the second thing that came to your mind was to check if Oliver was still with you. You sighed a quiet breath of relief when you turned and found him fast asleep on the pillow next to you, his hair still a little damp where he had tied it back up. Regardless, he looked like an angel, you laid still for a few moments just staring at his peaceful features before softly kissing his cute button nose and pulling yourself out of bed, to the kitchen to brew some coffee and make yourself and acai bowl for breakfast. As you watched the news on your TV from the kitchen your alarm went off and was followed by a scream. “Shit!” you cursed to yourself, remembering Oliver doesn’t know what an alarm clock is. You ran back into your bedroom and turned it off, turning to find a wide eyed and very frantic Oliver blinking and breathing heavily. “Are you okay sweetie?” you cooed as you sat next to him and gave him a hug and kiss to his forehead to comfort him. “I’m fine. What was that?” he asked, “My alarm clock. I should really turn it off though seeing as I have no early morning commitments at the minute.” you explained as you reached over to the clock and turned off the alarm feature, setting it back in its place. “Can I get you some breakfast?” you asked Oliver to which he nodded. You both got up and he gave you a good morning kiss before going to the bathroom, you headed to the kitchen and went through your cupboards looking to see what you could give him for breakfast when he walked through looking around. “Peyton? PEY- Oh, there you are.” he smiled warmly, and you smiled back.

“What would you like? I can make you cereal or eggs or a fruit bowl... I need to go shopping.”

“Hmmm.. could I have eggs and a small helping of fruit on the side please?”

“Of course! Go make yourself comfortable and I’ll bring it to you.”

“You’re going to..? Peyton? Is there no maid?”

“Oliver. You’re in a different time now remember. Besides, if there was a maid... I doubt you’d be walking around the place stark naked..”

“I am not nake- AHHH!”

You laughed out loud as he seemed to shrink as he covered himself with his hands, looking to you confusedly. He was probably wondering why he was naked in the first place. “Don’t worry. We had a shower and then went to bed. You don’t exactly have... clothes right now.” You said gesturing wildly with your hands as you spoke. Oliver moved to the couch and you gave him a blanket to cover up with so he would feel more comfortable. After that you gave him his breakfast once it was done which he seemingly savored every bite of before leaving his plate on the coffee table like you said, whilst you grabbed your laptop. You sat next to him and loaded up a clothing website and clicked in the men’s section. “Okay. So let’s get you some outfits...” you said as he shifted position, coming to rest his head on your shoulder. Together you spent the next 5 hours picking out clothes for Oliver and getting a few bits for yourself. When you checked out Oliver’s eyes bulged at the price so much you could have sworn they would actually pop out of his head. “1,012,000.87 POUNDS?! Peyton can you afford all this?” he asked, shock overtaking his features. “One, it’s dollars. I’ll tell you about how that is later.  Two, yeah. It’s fine... I’m pretty... well known in these times.” you told him with a tight smile trying not to give too much away. Still overcome with shock, Oliver just nodded at you slowly as you proceeded to check out and buy the items. “In the meantime though, I’m going to go grocery shopping and pick you up a couple casual things you can wear whilst we wait for this order to get here in 5-8 working days.” You said smiling at him and pecking his cheek, getting up to put your laptop away and get ready to go out.

You left about an hour later and went shopping, when you came back about 3 hours later it was now turning dark and Oliver was sleeping on your couch. You smiled at him and went to the kitchen, quietly putting away your groceries before sitting at your kitchen island, setting up your new cell phone. After you done so, you emailed your manager with your new number to give out to everyone it needed to go to before texting your siblings with your new number too. You signed into your music streaming service and got all your music back, putting on one of your favourite tracks by yourself, Love Who I’ll Be ft. Raleigh Carrera, You were humming along to Raleigh’s part when a voice sounded from behind you as you prepared dinner. “You’re back!” Oliver said with a tone to his voice that made your stomach do backflips, as he cuddled you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “What’re you making?” he asked, “Steak, fries and salad”  you responded quietly, turning your head to peck his cheek. “ooo. That sounds delicious. Thank you, I’m starving.” he said just as his stomach growled furiously, “Have you eaten since I left?” you asked, worry on your face. “No... I- I didn’t want to take anything you might have needed.” He said admittingly, “Oliver.” you stated but he just shrugged shyly with an apologetic smile. Luckily you had no pans going yet so you placed the knife you were chopping the salad ingredients up with on the side and spun round to face him, “I got you some stuff” you said as you wrapped your arms round his neck, gently nudging your nose on his lovingly. “mmm?” he hummed as he hugged you close, placing his arms loosely round you waist, his arms resting on your hips. “I found your records, he murmured in your ear causing you to immediately blush.

“My.... records?”

“Yeah, the ones you have hanging on the walls with your name under them.”

“Oh.. yeah, those... I-“

“It’s okay Peyton. I was pressing the plus Ch. Button on the device that turned on the... television yesterday and came across a ‘pop culture’ channel. I know you’re a singer and actress. Well loved by the public too, apparently.”

“Yeah.”

“Peyton... Look at me. It’s how you happily paid for all those clothes isn’t it?”

“Mhm.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. I admire the fact you’re pursuing two careers. Not just settling for one. The world deserves to know who you are.”

“Oliver I-“

“Nay Peyton. I don’t wish to hear an apology. I know you would have told me when you were ready. It just happened this way instead.”

You nodded as he embraced you again before pulling away and showing him the clothes you picked up for him. You gave him a couple of t-shirts, some shorts and skinny jeans with a pack of socks with 5 pairs in and 3 pairs of underwear, giving him a peck on the lips before he disappeared to your room to get dressed. When he came back you were seasoning the steaks, “Do... I look okay?” he asked, and you spun round, jaw dropping to the floor. Okay you knew he was hot... but he was now in front of you wearing a navy-blue tank top with white palm printed shorts, white socks and his hair down, and gosh was his smile as beautiful as ever. “Peyton?” he said with a questioning tone, snaping you out of your daydream like trance. “Yes?” you said as you snapped back into focus looking fully at his face. “”I said, do I look okay?” he repeated, you just nodded, your eyes were practically making hearts and if you opened your mouth anymore in this moment, your kink would show, so you quickly turned back around and continued massaging your steaks before adding them to the frying pan. Soon dinner was done, and you served a dish to Oliver who was sitting at the kitchen island. “One steak with fries and a side of salad for a beautiful young man.” You say as you place Oliver’s plate in front of him, his eyes going wide as he inhales the aromas of the dish deeply. “This smells delicious.” He comments as you sit down, “Do you like to pray before you eat or do you just dig in?” you asked him, and he smiles at you taking your hand in his. “Peyton... you are the most considerate young woman I have ever met. I would love to share a prayer with you before we eat.” He beams, before bowing his head with you copying his action.

“Our Dear Heavenly Father, we thank you for bringing us together and allowing us to be here today sharing this meal. We thank thee for the sacrifices made for our meal to be on the table and turning our water to wine. I thank thee O’ Heavenly Father for leading me through time to my one true love. For bringing me my happiness. May we and many others around the world eat this meal we have tonight and many more together in harmonious peacefulness forevermore. Amen.”

“Amen.” you said as you lifted your head, opening your eyes and allowing them to adjust to the light in the room. Oliver’s gaze met yours, he leant over and pecked your cheek before digging into his steak, taking a bite. “MMMMM. This is perfect. The flavor. The texture. Babe this is perfect. Thank you for cooking this.” he smiled cutting off another piece of steak. After you were done with dinner, you cleaned your room and vacuumed the floor, then sitting with Oliver on your bed, smiling at him brightly. “What have you done now?” he asked, immediately curious yet suspicious at the same time as he turned to look at you fully. “Nothhhhing” you answered, smiling as innocently as you could. “Peyton... your eyes tell a different story my love.” He muttered as he lent closer, teasing your lips by almost touching them with his but never completely kissing you. You stayed in that position for a few moments before you sighed softly, “Fine. Sit up and close your eyes, holding out your hands” you told him as he followed your instruction. You placed a box in his hand and told him to open his eyes. “I got you a phone so we can stay in touch when I have to go to work!” you exclaimed with soft excitement, he stared at it for a moment. It was strange for him, a man from the 1700’s was holding future technology in his hand. He didn’t know how to feel about it. Out of everyone you met travelling back in time, Charlie was definitely the one who took to the idea of cell phones the best. She was always taking yours to play an offline basketball game when you were alone on the ship. “This feels... different.” he says as he carefully places the box on your bed. “I’ll help you set it up.” you stated as you started taking off the packaging. You were about to open the box when your apartment buzzer went off, “Just a second.” You apologized and went to the hallway and picked up the receiver. “Who is it?” you asked innocently but froze when you heard the voice on the other end. “Your worst nightmare... Darling.” The voice taunted, you slammed the receiver down and ran to the bathroom to grab Oliver’s sword, slapping your forehead remembering you’d moved it to your closet, so you ran in and grabbed it, immediately panicking Oliver. “My sweet! What’s wrong? Why do you need my sword? I thought times were different now.” He spoke frantically holding your arms looking at you mirroring the fear in your own eyes. “Hide. Just hide please. He can’t find you. He can’t just go in there and lock the door. Don’t make a sound. Please.” you begged desperately with pleading eyes. Every inch of Oliver’s body hated the fact you were telling him to leave you alone when you were clearly in immediate danger.

“What?! Peyton, no. if you’re in danger-“

“Oliver please. If this man sees you, he’ll have your head right in front of me.”

“He wouldn’t stand a chance against me.”

“This is a very dangerous man Oliver... He’s a celebrity stalker. He’s been prosecuted and jailed for stalking other Hollywood celebrities. Some he even tied up and gagged. I don’t know how he’s found me, but he gets jealous of other men being around the women he targets. Please... just hide. You’ll be protecting me... I promise.” you further pleaded as you hand touched the hilt of his sword now round your waist. You could tell he didn’t like it, but he looked at his sword and then at  . Giving you a kiss then ducking into your walk-in closet and locking the door. You hid his phone you were about to set up on your draw and cautiously entered your living area, body pressed against the wall. You couldn’t remember if you’d pressed the button to decline him access to the building or not so you were using every bit of your stealth in combat training you had learnt to check the immediate surroundings, feeling a little relief when your front door seemed to be shut. But that didn’t mean you were in the clear, he could have snuck in and quietly shut the door. You checked every place in your apartment with caution but didn’t find him, so you picked up your home phone and called the police, as the phone made its first ring you heard a shout from outside.

“Oh Peyton, come show me that pretty face of yours at your window here!”

You cringed with every muscle in your body as an operator picked up and you asked for the police. Keeping your cool as best as you could, you gave your name, location and the man’s name causing the operator to immediately dispatch 4 squad cars into the immediate and surrounding areas. You stayed on the phone until you heard sirens outside and shouting from the stalker. Thanking the operator for keeping you company you said goodbye and hung up just as there was a knock on the door, the police announcing themselves. You let them in and then disappeared into the kitchen briefly. When you came back you’d taken Oliver’s sword off and gotten yourself a glass of water, visibly a little shaken. “That’s a nice sword you have.” One officer commented. “Thanks. Collector’s item. But I was willing to use it for self-defence purposes.” You said, taking a seat on your couch. You gave the police your account of how long you knew he had been outside and what had happened. But you were one of the lucky ones. You had thankfully pressed the decline entry button and it was so late that everyone else in the apartment block was already settled in bed so wouldn’t move. You guessed that was one of the perks of having elderly neighbours, they went to bed super early and would understand if you were pacing late at night as you practiced script lines or were trying to write a song on your keyboard. After the police left and everything was safe again you knocked on your closet door and heard the lock click but the door didn’t open straight away, instead you heard Oliver’s voice. “Peyton... what’s this?” he asked as the door finally opened. He looked at you holding a neon pink object and you immediately felt flustered, leaping into the closet and snatching it from his hands, throwing the object in the draw where it belongs. “That is nothing.. that I need.. not anymore anyways. Let’s just forget it’s here yeah? And go... to the couch! Yes. That’s right. We’ll go to the couch and set up your phone and I’ll teach you how to use it and tell you about anything else you wish to know.” you rambled as you pushed him to your living area then turning around to go get his phone. That night after setting up his phone, teaching him to use it and bringing him up to date with some of what’s happened in the world since the 18th century. You curled up on the couch with a blanket and put on one of your favourite shows, falling asleep in his arms.

---- 10 years later ----

“Honey?! have you seen my keys!” Oliver called out as he whizzed round your shared house getting ready to take you to your movie premiere. “On the hook by the front door. You left them in the kitchen again last night!” you shouted back from the bedroom as you done your make-up. “Got them! I’ll be in the car waiting for you!” he shouted and went outside. You couldn’t believe it... 10 years since everything happened. Disappearing from the TV set with that gosh darn awful director. 10 years since you found Oliver in the museum pretending to be a wax figure and sneaking him out. He had recently received his American citizenship, was CEO of a tech company and you were happily arranging your wedding to take place in the upcoming year. Both yourself, and Oliver knew him being taken back to the past at any moment was a possibility but since it had been 10 years you were sure he was here to stay for the long run. Your music career was slower than it was when you first met your now fiancée, but your acting career was booming and tonight you were going to the premiere of your latest movie where you play the lead actress. A shapeshifter who transports through time to find their distant cousin who went missing in the late 1800’s and discovers she was killed by one of the most notorious serial killers of all time. You put the finishing touches to your make up, grabbing your clutch from the dresser. You looked at a picture of you and Oliver on the beach back when you went on your first official date and smiled fondly at the memory before being brought out of your trance by Oliver beeping the horn of your car outside. After double checking you had everything, you turned off the lights through the house on your way out, shutting the door and locking it behind you. You got in the car and buckled up.

“You good to go?”

“Yep. I have everything.”

“Awesome. You look gorgeous tonight by the way.”

“It’s thanks to you. You’re the one who got my dress. Without it, I’d be going to this thing nude.”

“That’s what you’ll be later.”

Oliver winked at you cheekily as he pulled out of the drive and headed through the streets to the venue where the premiere was being held, anxiousness on your face. “Hey. I’m proud of you.” Oliver said as he took your hand in his free one, raising your knuckles to his lips and kissing them delicately as he kept his eyes glued to the road ahead. You smiled at him, knowing that you had this man for life, well.. for as long as time would let you have him in the 21st century at least and the fact you were engaged was enough for you but the fact he wanted to go ahead with an actual wedding when he had no family here himself, meant the world to you. As he pulled up to the valet parking, you blinked back tears as he turned to face you. “Now don’t go ruining your makeup just yet beautiful.” he smiled causing a small chuckled to leave your slightly parted lips. “Sorry. It’s just... I can’t believe you’re mine... that we... we’re getting married next year. There’s still stuff to discuss but-“ you rambled but cut yourself off before you could get too carried away. He gave you a small kiss on the forehead and you both got out of the car, headed for the red carpet. Camera’s clicking and people shouting both of your names immediately. You were happy tonight for many reasons, all of them Oliver knew. All but one little one you were yet to tell him, but you felt that after the premiere tonight would be the perfect time to tell him he was about to become a father in the next 6 months. You could only hope he would keep his promise to never, ever, let you go.

 Ending A/N: So there we go. That completes Oliver and F!MC’s ending how I envisioned it ending in and a little bit after the book. But the story of these two lovers doesn’t end here. You’re pregnant with Oliver’s child and you have a wedding you’re planning together. Let me know if you would like me to work on that so you can read the next part of your story with the once Navy Lieutenant turned CEO.

Thank You all for reading if you got this far <3

Hugs, Love & Kisses,

tyrilsnightbloom  

[tastyliltina]

Fine

WARNING: Constains safe, soft vore and some angst.

Just an idea I had with my gal Chris and @princesaltines’ Kellian after listening to this song several times! I’m really proud of this one, so please give a read if you can! Reblog and comments are always welcome, too!!

The town was silent. Echoes of siren screams hung heavy in the air, their sounds an iron tang in the air. They could only ring for so long before it became useless. Houses stood silent on their foundations, the only signs of life in the emptied town. They trembled as Kellian neared, eyes already scanning the emptied streets like cabinets at the candy store. After all, he’d came here for a treat.

Kellian smirked. He preferred it this way. Slow, careful steps led him down the streets. Nothing could resist quivering before him. As he moved, he was careful not to crush anything underfoot. Being so big could be a burden, sure, but it did help when it came to establishing his might. Speed wasn’t everything.

Steam curled around his lips, framing the edges of his face before dissipating into the night air. Had the stars been out, they would have illuminated the stark whiteness of a fanged grin. While the scent of the humans was weak, he could pick out a few among the amalgamation of sweetness. One in particular caught his attention. Fresh. Sweet... His nose twitched as he followed the twisting trail.

Eventually, his search brought him to a small batch of trees. The branches barely reached his knees, thick overgrowth covered in a wonderfully rich smell. He took in a deep breath, let it out, and chuckled. A poor choice for a hiding spot if he’d ever seen one. It was easy to reach down and pry the trees apart. Pointed ears perked when he heard the sound he’d been searching for all night: a shriek.

To his left, he caught movement. Kellian crooned, eyes latching onto a brown headed figure. It darted out from the trees and into the open air. He stood, stretching his back and rolling his shoulders. How long had it been since he’d had a good hunt? It was hard to remember...but the idea of a chase bought a purr from his throat.

The human continued to sprint out from the trees, casting a glance over their shoulder. Kellian remained there, watching them. He let out a bemused chuckle, his voice heavy and thick.

“Mmm...runnin’ so soon?” he grinned wickedly. His body turned, fully facing the little creature as it fled from him. A little mouse running from a dragon. Funny how they always thought their little legs could save them…

He took a step, nearly closing the distance between himself and the human. Instead of kneeling though, he stopped again. There was something so satisfying watching them run, seeing just how far they thought their meager chance to get away would be. Eventually he’d tire out and end this. But for now, he chuckled again, eyes trailing the human. He memorized their scent, indulging in the sweet and hearty smell it had.

It wasn’t until the human was out of sight he decided to move. He cast a glance to the town behind him and smirked, plodding along. Really, this felt more like a midnight stroll than a hunt. With the human out of the city’s limits, though… He shook his head, keeping up his relaxed pace. Tonight, he was enjoying taking his time. Dragging this out. Grinding into the human there was no escape. It would do good to start breaking their spirit quickly. The scars splayed out on his back itched, a reminder of just how well one’s spirit could be broken. This was a small hill of beans compared to all that had been done to him. But it was something. It was justice.

~~

Chris gasped as she continued to run, her chest aching with every ragged breath. The night was already damp, making her sweat feel like another layer of skin. How long had she been running now? She couldn’t keep this up. Had she always been running this slowly? Already, the ground began to shake with footsteps. The brunette shook her head.

Up ahead was another forest. Chris pressed onwards, each slap of her feet against the ground anchoring her to where she was. She couldn’t lose focus. Moving was all that mattered now, moving and getting away.

It wasn’t long before she reached the cluster of trees. Chris sprinted to the largest one she could find, an oak coated with a blanket of ivy. She ducked beneath the curtain of green, her chest heaving as she tried to replace the air she’d lost on the run. Her lungs burned, screamed, ached, but slowly she came to her senses. Exhaustion pricked at her fingers, a warmth replacing the numbness of adrenaline. She slouched.

Everything is gonna be just fine.

The haunting voice made her jolt. She scrambled backwards, back pressed against the bark of the tree. No, she couldn’t lose focus now. Her hands felt around the small space, mapping out what room she had. There was nowhere else to go but further against the tree.

The ground shook in time. Each cycle became stronger than the last, a steady drumbeat in the dark.

One...two...one...two...one...two...one...two....

Sweat dripped into her eyes. Chris’ hand slid across her forehead as she pressed herself further into the tree. She could see it now. Fingers stretching out from nowhere. Reaching in, brushing against her skin. Her hands flew to her throat, as if blocking it from the world would help save her.

One...two...one...two...one...two...

They were closer now. She could hardly sit still, each tremble of the ground tossing her off balance. Her hands dug into the ground, trying to bury what she could. In her mind’s eye, she saw teeth through the vines. A wide smile, opening to a cavern beyond...eventually closing in. Her blood ran like ice.

One...two...one...two…

The drumbeats were thunder now. Booms in the night sky, warning her of an impending storm. Of her doom. Chris lowered her head into her knees, a silent sob shaking her chest. She’d seen the smoke in the sky. She’d heard the battle cries of the sirens. Why didn’t she run then, head into her home and lock the doors?

One...two…

It was here. Somehow, everything darkened all the more. Chris curled into herself.

One. Two.

Her eyes trailed the greenery. She squinted in the black, trying to pick anything out among the shadows cast over her hiding spot. It was silent. Her heartbeat fell away, a dull knock compared to the overwhelming quiet. Nothing stirred. Nothing moved.

And then, there was a puff of air. Chris closed her eyes, imagining the giant kneeling down. There was a rustle, a gentle schiff of the vines as they swished.

But she wasn’t there anymore. She wasn’t in the woods trapped by a giant, she was back at home, sitting in her mother’s lap. It was the night of a drill. The sirens were silent, but she was scared. She didn’t know what the shrill blares meant. To her, giants were still a myth, a story that her daddy told her to get her in bed. To her, she was going to be okay. Her mother’s lips pressed into her head, whispering a familiar and comforting mantra.

Everything is gonna be fine...

Everything is gonna be fine, fine...fine…

Something brushed her side.

~~

Kellian grinned as he heard a shriek. The human thrashed against his fingers, which worked to ensnare her before she could go anywhere. His fingers pinched around something warm and wriggling, and he slowly drew them out. Sure enough, the human was there. He took in a deep breath, sighing at the wonderful smell she had. And, if this fight now was any indicator, he was going to enjoy having her around.

“Now now,” he tutted, lifting his hand into the air. The human whimpered, brown eyes meeting his as he lifted it to his face. “Settle down, little one~. After all that runnin’, ye’ve gotta be exhausted, hmm?~” He couldn’t help but lay on the sappily sweet tone.

His prize’s face wrinkled, forming what would be a sneer if there wasn’t terror in those chocolate eyes. Kellian smirked. Trying to be brave… A cute, but foolish strategy.

A growl from his middle reminded Kellian why he’d gone out, and he sighed. While he wanted to toy with his little treat, there would be plenty of time for that when morning came. For tonight...he let his tongue trace his lips and lifted the human all the higher. He didn’t miss the way it stiffened, eyes wide as another scream tore the silence.

So dramatic...he snorted as he opened his mouth, allowing the point of his tongue to flick out, which only served to get a more frantic reaction. His lips pulled into a grin, and he purred as he let his fingers relax, and the human fell just a little closer, only dangling by the back of a tattered shirt. He stayed like that for a moment, watching the squirms and kicks he got from the little morsel.

Eventually, he tired of the view. His fingers fully relaxed, and it didn’t take long for a slight weight to flop onto his tongue. Once he could feel it fully slump into him, Kellian drew his tongue into his mouth, and snapped his teeth around the human. The struggling began almost instantly. It was delicious, feeling tiny hands and feet scrambling against him, as though that would do any good.

Oh yes, he’d chosen well. He chuckled and turned back towards home, rolling the human around his mouth as he did. They were much easier to swallow slicked up...he’d made the mistake of being too eager only once. The result had been very uncomfortable for both parties. Though he could snap his teeth at any moment, taste the iron tang of blood in his mouth, but couldn’t do that. Not for a human. Never again.

For now, his tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth. He relished every little squirm, shout, whatever form of battle the human put up. It made all the searching he’d done so much more worth it. The perfect town, the perfect time, the perfect human. And now, he’d be able to have a human snack wherever he pleased, without having to put in all the work.

Somehow, this felt like a fitting form of revenge. His hands slid into his pockets, and he rolled his shoulders as the scars began to itch again. The sound of the whips cracking was still fresh in his mind, the sounds of human shouts encouraging him to rip, to tear, to kill. Dust, blood...everything about the arena haunted him. Always had. Always would.

A firm shove drew Kellian’s attention to his mouth. He smirked, rolling his eyes as he tilted his head back. For now, he’d indulged enough. It was time to get the little human down and get himself to bed. When he felt the little figure reach the back of his throat, he threw his chin upwards. One thick gulp was all it took. Fingers tracing his throat, he purred as the human’s weight sank into his chest, and vanished into his middle. He let out a sigh.

“Mmm~ settle in there, little snack~,” Kellian smirked and patted his middle. “Yer gonna be in there a while…” His hands dropped to his side, and he began the long walk home. Keeping the human inside overnight seemed the best for now. He could make sure it wouldn’t get away...and the feeling of those tiny kicks and fights were well worth it.

Licking his lips again, Kellian glanced to the sky. He grinned at the stars behind the clouds, a quiet hum drifting into the air. This was going to be fun~.

[michaelmyersmalewife]

LEVIATHAN | 2. Reconnect | MASTERLIST

words: 4k+

warning(s): mild violence (described but not explicit)

A/N: got nothing much to say other than this is a long one & thank u for keeping up with this !! i’m gonna try to get a new chapter up every monday so keep an eye out for that

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Earth, 2019: Monarch Outpost 61 - Yunnan Rainforest, China

Madison stared at her laptop screen with an empty expression, headphones blasting a song that had become nothing but white noise in her ears.

As she scrolled through dozens of emails - most of which consisted of newsletters and petitions crooning about the next animal to make it to the endangered list, climate change, and the overall hubris that is the current government, among other things - what had her chewing her lip with nerves was a single email, short and sweet, from her father. How a single "How's it going?" could make her so nervous, she would never know. With a deep inhale, she clicked on the message.

Hey Madison, Haven't heard from you guys in a few months. Hope you're having fun. Here are a few pics of the wolves I've been studying. Aren't they cute? Love, Dad

Below were three photos of gray wolves, one of which showed two pups play-fighting with each other in the middle of a grassy field. As she continued scrolling down, her eyes widened, narrowing as she continued on. It was a photo of her? But she was much younger, 10 at the oldest. The next featured her father as well, proudly holding up what looked like a fairly small trout while she smiled next to him. A small grin appeared on her face.

She remembered that day, how her father sacrificed a weekend where he was supposed to be out doing field work but instead spent it with her in the form of a fishing trip. While they hadn't caught much, she remembers insisting on releasing what they did catch almost immediately afterward. But not before getting quick pictures for memory's sake.

Madison typed, slowly at first but she could feel all the words she wanted - needed - to say spill forth. She reeled them in.

Hey dad, Sorry I haven't written back. I miss you, but there's something I want to talk to you about...I'm getting worried about mom.

An alarm blared in her ears, startling her out of focus with a jump.

"Shit." she whispered harshly under her breath, throwing her headphones on the counter.

As she turned to look at the source of the smoke slowly but surely filling her senses, the fire underneath the pan licked at her hands. Her trail of expletives only increased.

Grabbing the pan with no afterthought, she winced, nearly burning her hand on the stovetop when the fire underneath only increased in intensity. Quickly flicking the thin blackened strips of what used to be bacon onto a plate, she heard the patter of footsteps quickly approaching from behind.

"Maddie?"

"Uhhh, good morning?"

As Madison hurriedly ran the charred pan under a thin stream of water in the sink, Emma Russell turned off the stove with a flick of her wrist, grabbing a rag from the counter and blowing away the thick cloud of smoke that had formed in her kitchen. Madison opened a window.

"I made us breakfast!"

"I can see that." she said with a tired chuckle, turning off the alarm.

"It's, uh..eggs, toast, and.." her voice trailed off, scrunching her nose as she looked at the strips that resembled sticks of charcoal more than anything. "Bacon?"

Emma's eyes flicked to the toaster, popping out the two slices before they too became little more than a smoldering pile.

"Well, which do you recommend?" she said with a smile, eyes crinkling with amusement.

"How about we just skip the bacon?" Madison laughed.

"Sounds good," Emma said, picking up a plate, voice softening with sincerity. "Thank you."

Madison gave her a tight-lipped smile and grabbed the second plate, turning around and shutting the laptop in front of her.

"Coffee?" she asked as she poured herself a cup. Emma nodded, resting her head in her hand and glancing down at the sticker-coated laptop. There was an unmistakable fatigue in her eyes, a look that Madison had become all too familiar with.

It was always like that around this time of year. She knew her mother had been staying up into the late hours of the night, almost treading early morning, for the past couple days or so working on that project of hers. Her mother had always seen it as some sort of salvation, a way to undo the mistakes that had already been done. But as it sat there on the counter right next to her, Madison only saw it as a reminder of a time she had tried so hard to forget.

"What were you working on?"

Madison bristled. "I was just looking at recipes."

"For toast?" Emma took a swig of the coffee. It was bitter and watery.

Madison worried at her lip once more. "Dad's been," she scratched the back of her head. "He's been emailing me again."

Emma sighed, picking at the cold eggs with a fork.

"But he looks good, healthy I mean."

"Have you responded?"

"Not yet."

"Madison, I just - You know I don't want to see you get hurt."

"I know." she said between mouthfuls of eggs and toast.

"Especially with everything that's going on right n-"

"I know." she downed it with a sip of coffee, swallowing a gag from the bitter aftertaste.

"Listen, I know things haven't been easy, but we're gonna get through this." she leaned forward. "Together."

Madison stayed silent, unwilling to look her mother in the eye. "You sure he's gonna be okay?"

"He's in the safest place he can be right now."

Madison looked up, skeptical. Rubbing her arms from a sudden chill, Emma turned to the side, placing a hand on what looked like a bulky suitcase emblazoned with the signature Monarch logo on the front.

"Wanna hear some good news?"

Madison shrugged.

"I finished it." she said, pushing her chair in.

"Really." she had heard this many times before. "You think it'll work this time?"

Emma nodded slowly. "It's gonna work."

Suddenly, the ground shook. Chair and tables rattled as glasses clinked together, sloshing its contents and spilling over the counter. The lights that hung from the ceiling waved around in circles. Madison gripped the table. And with a shrill cry like that of a hundred birdsongs, the tremors ended. Emma gazed out the window, brows furrowing. Madison joined her, still trembling.

"It's gonna be okay." Madison whispered under her breath.

Emma put an arm around her shoulder.

Static sounded out of nowhere as she quickly reached for the radio at her side.

"Dr. Russell? We've got a problem."

"I'm on my way."

Outside in the heart of the Yunnan Rainforest, all the creatures that dwelled in its depths chittered with unrest. Something was coming.

_____

"What the hell happened?"

"No idea." the doctor was out of breath, attempting to balance the tablet in his hand and a radio in the other. "She was sleeping like a baby until an hour ago then - boom - radiation levels went through the roof. Almost like something triggered it."

Madison dragged behind, one hand on the strap of her backpack and the other still tugging a hand through the arm of her oversized jacket. She didn't think she'd ever get used to the scenery of this place, how the vines that wove through the temple like lace seemed to crawl on their own. She could swear they were in a different position every time she walked through that narrow tunnel.

"Thanks, Tim. You should get some rest, I can take it from here."

He stopped dead in his tracks, almost in disbelief. "Sleep or no sleep, I'm not missing this."

As the two doctors carried on, Madison hung back, staring in awe at the intricate relief carved into the stone of the temple's wall. When she and her mother first got stationed at Outpost 61, there was nothing but a curtain of hardy vines and aggregated dirt. But now it told a story that Madison could only begin to understand. Two workers clad in sterile blue suits that covered nearly every inch of their body fussed carefully, scraping away plant matter and other detritus away from the architecture. They had been at it for weeks, but she couldn't imagine having that kind of patience. She walked up to their side, tilting her head with a curious gaze.

On the wall was a moth, a giant moth, with what looked like two equally large larva at its side. Below them were vastly smaller figures that looked to be humans bowing in supplication before them. At the forefront of the group were two identical feminine figures standing next to each other with their arms outstretched toward the giant moth. It was an odd sight.

"'Sup, Mads?"

She jumped, startled out of her daze. It was Dr. Gillian, leaning next to her and staring up at the relief with a fondness that a parent would have looking at their child.

"Did I scare you?" she spoke with a chuckle, lowering the surgical mask.

"No." she comically glowered at her before having her already messy hair tousled.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine it's just.." she sighed, adjusting the backpack strap. "It's been a morning."

"I hear that." Gill stood back, crossing her arms and joining Madison in her deep fascination of the relief.

"Beautiful, isn't it? If I saw something like that I know I'd hail it as a god."

"It's just an animal, though."

Gill shrugged. "I dunno. These things a lot smarter than we give 'em credit for."

As she faced the window, looking out into the containment cell, Madison followed her gaze. "Imagine the stories they could tell."

Over the speakers, a grainy voice echoed throughout the temple. "Containment team, move into position."

Madison and Gill glanced at each other, moving closer to the array of monitors where a handful of scientists stood huddled together. Behind the pane of glass was a giant sac, pulsing with a bright blue light. And something else.

"Have you tried sedatives?" Emma brushed her bangs to the side, adjusting the mic on her headpiece.

"No effect. This thing wants to be born."

"Proceed with utmost caution."

Madison walked up to the glass, mouth agape at the lightshow.

Sighing, Emma placed a hand on her shoulder, a warm expression spreading across her face. "Her time has come."

In that moment, the sac burst, falling away as though it were nothing but a hardy blanket as the larva rose like a pillar. The lab was silent, each breath caught in the throats of the people that witnessed the birth of a creature once considered a goddess. The pulsing grew with intensity, a humming filling the chamber as the larva was finally free of her slumber.

Gill brought a shaking hand to her brow, giggling with disbelief at the sight of something so precious - so rare.

The larva's limbs shivered, mandibles clicking with curiosity as ribbons of light trailed up and down her back. She had seen this place before. And something built within the deepest parts of her psyche told her that she would see it many times after. The larva turned around, looking down at the small hazmat-clad beings like one would look at a lost puppy.

"Meet Titanus Mosura." Tim spoke with reverent pride. "Or as we like to call her-"

"Mothra." Madison and Gill said in unison. They laughed.

"Incredible.." Emma whispered.

"Activating containment grid." said an automated voice.

In an instant, dozens of beams shot up from the ground, surrounding the larva. The larva winced, trilling with confusion. Innocently, she brought a pointed arm to the grid, pushing at it with caution. She lowered her head, forcing her way through the field but setting off a series of warnings as the grid now glowed a bright red. As quickly as the grid was turned on, it was shut off. As the AI blared a series of "Warning's", Emma turned around to the team of scientists behind her in frustration.

"What's happening?"

The larva released a shrill cry, thrashing about in the small space she was confined to. She was afraid. Below her the security team readied their stun rifles, aiming directly at her. A look of fear washed over Tim's face as he looked over the shoulder of one of the Monarch scientists.

"Something's going wrong here. Th-The containment systems are failing, perimeter alarms are going off - the whole network's going insane!"

"What do you mean? How is that even possible?"

Tim lowered his voice, worry palpable in his tone "This isn't from anything on our end, I-I think someone else is doing this."

Within the cell the larva continued its frightened rampage, limbs tearing at the walkway beneath it.

"Containment team, stand down. I repeat, stand down, you're scaring her!" Emma yelled into her mic.

As one of the guards aimed his rifle at the larva, trigger finger catching on the handle and releasing a short but audible spark, the larva stared down at him. Something in her demeanor changed, her blue light shifting to a deep, angry red. She huffed. Like flicking a crumb off a table, the man flew from the walkway to the exit door with a loud thud with the flex of the larva's arm.

With a yell, another guard pointed his rifle at the larva, this time giving no room for hesitation. The shot found its mark, hitting the larva dead center in her chest. As she writhed in pain from the electricity, she released a cry that made Madison's ears ring. Gill stood next to her in complete shock, hands covering her mouth as she looked to the team scrambling to make sense of the situation and back at the larva.

The larva also showed no hesitation, shooting a thick strand of silk at the men, catching four of them in the sticky web that covered the containment chamber. The rest had decided the fight was no longer worth it, no fight was when dealing with a titan. As they sprinted for the exit, one tripped, finding his leg caught between the mandibles of the larva herself. He screamed as he was lifted into the air, hitting the web with a thud.

With a haunted look on his face, Tim opened a glass lid, hand hovering over a red button. Gill grabbed his wrist, betrayal in her voice.

"NO!"

"I'm sorry, but you know the protocols, we have to terminate her."

"Don't, I'll handle this." Emma said, the same bulky suitcase tucked tightly under her arm.

Madison's heart caught in her throat, grabbing the hem of her mother's lab coat without thinking. "Mom-!"

"Madison, stay here" she nodded assuredly. "It's gonna work."

Emma pressed her clearance badge through the door's scanner, locking it behind her. A rush of sterile mist covered her and she took a deep, shaky breath through her nose. Her hands thrummed along the surface of the object she held. This wasn't just going to work, it had to.

Within the cell the larva writhed, confusion, anger, hurt wracking her body as her senses quickly became overwhelmed with chaos. So much for the birthday party.

"It's okay.." Emma whispered. She wasn't sure if that was for herself or the larva.

Slowly, she walked down the aisle, shoulders squared. The larva looked directly at her, hunched over and defensive. Even as a juvenile she was intimidating. Emma continued walking before the larva shook the walkway once more, nearly knocking her to her feet had she not caught the railing in the nick of time.

Behind the glass, Madison gripped Gill's arms as they stayed protectively wrapped around her. As Emma knelt down, setting the case on the floor of the walkway, the larva rose. She knew of the power she contained, rattling the carapace plates and snapping her mandibles at the woman as red-orange lights glowed from within her. She opened the case, eyes blinking rapidly between the larva and the device's unfolding panels. It whirred as it started itself. Emma tapped at the screen in a frenzy, trying as fast as she could to find the frequency she needed. Soon enough, with the right flick of a button the device released a sound, but the words on the screen that read "Analyzing Specimen Bioacoustics" had not changed. Emma cursed as the device released a series of pulses not unlike the ones the larva made, but not quite the same. The larva shook its head to rid itself of the noise, shooting a tendril of silk at Emma and just barely missing her before she could duck for cover. Madison wrenched herself free from Gill's grip, banging her hands on the glass.

"Mom!"

Emma returned to the device, shutting off the volume and scanning for a new frequency. Her mind raced, a thin layer of sweat gathering across her brow before she ducked to the side, once again narrowly missing being caught in a web. Madison's face scrunched in frustration and fear, turning around and snatching the badge off of Gill's coat.

"Hey!"

"Madison, wait!"

Gill and Tim ran for the girl but she was much too fast, pressing the badge to the scanner and slipping through the door in one swift motion. She locked it shut just before the two could pry it open.

In horror, Emma saw Madison rush towards her.

"Maddie, go back!"

The larva roared, anger and confusion imminent.

"NO!"

Without thinking, almost as if it were instinct, Madison stood between her mother and the newly born titan. Her arm raised out in defense. She could hear her mother still messing with the object she had brought with her, hoping that somehow it would work and save them both. Madison shut her eyes as the larva dove at them, digging her nails into the palm of her balled fist as she stayed standing. Tears stung at the edges of her eyes.

Like her brother, this was how she was going to die.

But nothing came.

Madison opened her eyes one at a time, gasping when she saw that the room was slowly but surely fading from red to blue. The larva was frozen as well, standing still as her limbs quivered close to her body. Slowly, it bent down, leaning forward to look closer at the small, bold being before it.

"What in the world.." Tim said in utter disbelief.

The bright blue lights thrummed throughout the larva's body in a way that reminded Emma of all the times she calmed Madison when she could only speak in gibberish.

"It's gonna be okay." Madison whispered, edging herself closer to the larva.

In that moment, Madison felt small. Smaller than the time she went on a roller coaster with her father at a carnival one weekend that ended up getting stuck at the top of a fairly high drop. Smaller than the time she had accidentally swam out past a sand bar at the beach. Swept up in the current far out enough that she couldn't reach the bottom and having to be fished out by some random bystander that happened to be nearby. In that moment, as she gazed into the bright eyes of the larva - no, Mothra - she understood that she was in the presence of something far, far bigger and far, far older than she could ever hope to understand.

Mothra knelt, curiously sniffing the tiny hand that reached out for her.

Shutting the device closed, Emma jumped, protectively grabbing Madison's arm. As the girl looked back, a wave of calm so sudden it frightened her washed over her face. Her grip loosened.

The larva was practically pressing her head into the girl's palm, and with a stretch of her fingers, she brushed the surface of her carapace. In that instant something clicked within Madison's mind. She couldn't quite put a name to it, but the words were just at the tip of her tongue. It was almost as if something - or someone - was pushing those words directly into her brain.

Mothra hummed, releasing a warm puff of air into the duo's faces that pushed them back a few feet. Madison smiled as the tear that had gathered at the edge of her eye rolled down her cheek.

Emma looked back into the lab, a mix of confusion and awe peppering everyone's faces.

But in that same second, a loud blast shook the temple with an ugly crash, followed by the sound of gunfire. Madison gasped, falling into her mother's arms as the larva quickly raised itself, defensively draping its body over the pair.

Madison couldn't see inside the lab, but the sound of bodies hitting the floor after every gunshot left little to the imagination. She sat still, allowing her mother to cradle her.

Tim was standing directly in front of the pane of glass when a bullet shot through his head, shattering the window. This time Madison did scream, curling into her mother's hold as she turned her head away seconds too late. The larva roared as a man dressed head to toe in black stepped through the glass and onto the walkway, followed by a group of men and women in a similar uniform, each holding what looked like assault rifles.

The man looked up at the young goddess with an unreadable expression, almost as if he had been expecting to see an insect the size of a building. Slowly, his gaze wandered down, meeting eyes with Madison herself. She shivered, but something about the man made an ugly, angry feeling burn within her.

Earth, 2019 - Wichita, Kansas

Elena poured herself a second cup of coffee, stirring in two spoonfuls of sugar and a shot of creamer in an almost robotic manner.

This time of the year always weighed heavily in her mind, and despite the overabundance of coverage all across the globe she did her best to avoid it. This year, however, she found ignoring it especially hard. As she flipped through channels, she stared ahead from across the room with a blank face, jaw tightening the more she carried on.

"Thousands gathered in the bay area last night to honor the victims of the 2014 attacks -"

" - part of the waves of memorials - and protests - demanding that the secretive monster-hunting coalition known as Monarch be held accountable."

"The recent spike in mass die-offs in the world's oceans could be caused by efforts to locate and track Godzilla, who hasn't been seen in nearly five years. The U.S. government refuses to disclose any involvement at this time."

"The mysterious organization - Monarch - is set to face another intense grilling as U.S. senators continue to push for extermination of the titans. And rumors persist that Monarch may be hiding even more creatures discovered since the attacks of 2014, a historic tragedy that changed the world as we know it forever - the day the world discovered that monsters are real."

With a sharp intake of air Elena shut off the tv, tossing the remote back on the counter and taking a large gulp of coffee.

It had been 5 years. 5 long years since the horror of her childhood was suddenly thrust into the spotlight. And with it came a flood of memories that even now she was still sorting out. She groaned, rubbing her eyes.

Deep breaths. Monarch is in the past. Your life is your own now. Just breathe.

She repeated those words in her mind in an endless loop, to the point where they melded into nothing but a string of meaningless sounds.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

She flinched at the sound. Brows furrowing, Elena carefully placed the mug on the counter, staring intently at the direction of the door. There was a second knock. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she stepped towards it, slowly - quietly. Before she could stand on the tips of her toes a third knock sounded from beyond the door, followed by muffled voices that almost seemed to be bickering if she listened closely enough. Confusion settling in with the quiet fear that burgeoned in her stomach like a swarm of frantic butterflies, she looked through the small peephole that sat just beneath the door's window.

Through it, she saw two figures. One of which was a woman sporting a platinum blonde crew cut, wearing a blank expression save for her lips twisting to the side with impatience. Accompanying her was a dark-haired man with a similar hairstyle, looking far more irritated than her. They both wore similar black uniforms, the collar reaching all the way up to their necks. An odd choice for a sunny May morning.

"We know you're there, Ms. Navarro." the woman spoke with a raised voice, what sounded like an English accent peppering her words. Their eyes connected through the peephole. Reluctantly, Elena opened the door, fingers moving from one lock to another, to another, and to another, eventually stopping on the chain that held the door to the wall. The woman was much taller than she expected.

"Yes?" Elena gulped. "What do you want?"

The man shifted his position, eyes briefly glancing up at the woman before staring ahead.

"Just a moment of your time. We're journalists looking for a civilian's introspective on the 2014 attacks, that's all."

Her voice was so steady, smooth even - like hearing running water. Elena swallowed a gasp when she found her hand hovering above the last of the locks. She closed her hand into a fist.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested."

The woman smiled but it did not reach her eyes.

"We'll pay you." the man chimed in.

"I said I'm not interested, thank you."

As Elena went to shut the door, the woman's foot jutted through the entrance, boot scraping against the floor. A sharp chill ran down her spine.  In a hushed, shaky voice, she looked at the woman.

".....Are you with Monarch?"

Almost immediately the pair's demeanor changed to that of barely restrained amusement. Somehow, that didn't make Elena feel any better.

"We're not with any of your government organizations, Ms. Navarro. There's no need to worry."

Elena paused for a moment, staring at the two figures before her lips tightened to a thin line.

"Well, thank you for your interest but I'm not interested, sorry. Have a good day." she spoke in a rushed tone.

As she went to close the door again, the woman's boot remained unphased. Elena could barely form a sound in her throat before the woman motioned to the man with a tilt of her head, instantly raising his leg and slamming the foot of his boot against the door. It only took one good kick to its center to send the steel chain flying along with the door, knocking Elena on her back several feet backward.

Her heart was slamming against her chest as she struggled to catch the breath that had been knocked out of her. Her shoulder throbbed where the door had connected with it, but there was no time to dwell. As Elena scrambled to her feet, the woman calmly stepped over the fallen door as the man stomped his way into her home, standing above her with a cold air around them.

Before she could slip away, the woman sprung forward, arms latching around her own as she pulled them taut behind her back. She could feel her breath hit hair that draped down her back.

"It'll be easier for you if you just comply with -"

With a growl, Elena's head shot backward, connecting with the woman's chin. One hand left her grasp while the other stayed clamped around her arm, but within seconds Elena had wrenched herself free, clawing at the other woman's hand.

The man was already in action, arms reaching for her but missing their mark when Elena ducked under him, sliding along the floor and springing back up on her feet. As she sprinted up the stairs to her room, she released a grunt when her arm caught on the railing, already feeling a bruise forming along her shoulder.

"Useless." the woman spoke through gritted teeth.

She could barely hear their hurried steps quickly gaining behind her over the sound of her pulse beating through her chest. But after what felt like ages she finally reached her room, shutting and locking it behind her before diving into her closet.

Mere seconds had passed before she heard slowing footsteps just outside of the room. Cursing to herself, she pressed a panel on the wall with her fist, impatiently shoving her hands into the secret space and pulling out a weathered bag. As she rifled through it, she heard the woman's footsteps cease.

"You did this to yourself, Elena. If you hadn't been so difficult .."

The doorknob jiggled, and for a second Elena thought she had lost all ability to breathe. Finally, she pulled out the object she had been looking for. But in that same moment, there was a deafening crash as the door slammed to the ground, followed by a pair of heavy footsteps. As the woman rounded the corner to the closet, Elena aimed -

"It wouldn't have escalated, now, would it?"

- her flare gun. Shit.

The woman showed no emotion when she shot Elena, a jolt of electricity coursing through her body as she faded into unconsciousness.