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angstykay · 2 years ago

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God I wish I hated you pt2

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Weeks after the altercation the group exiled you all but the kids at least, school days have become your worst nightmare everything seems to exhaust you nowadays. Your mom is worried sick you've stopped eating and stopped smiling she says , waking up is exhausting you lost everything in that moment of weakness. It's a Saturday so you pull your sorry ass up and get ready for your shift at home video with Steve but you can bounce off Robin so you'll survive. You finish French braiding your hair and force the last bit of toast down so your mom will stop tracking and head out the door. While you drive Eddie's words are repeating in your head but as much as you know you screwed up Eddie wasn't innocent far from as far as you were concerned, you pull up and enter your place of work trying to put the events of the past month behind you.

*Yn welcome you look cheery today* Robin greets you as if she's had a million cups of coffee, *Morning people I hate them* Steve speaks mid yawn you chuckle and keep it professional with your boss but can't help but stay mad. You don't hate Steve just can't bare to speak to him on a friendship level right now maybe ever again, *you'll survive this Yn I got your back girl* Robin rubs your shoulder and smiles brightly at you. Robin has been your rock through this funny thing is you two have never been close but now she's been glued to your hip she picked a side and she's on yours and you're forever grateful now . You pack away the new records and graze against Eddie's favourite and immediately feel a break down happen you feel the tears and run past Steve and Robin to the break room and the crying doesn't ease, you drop to the floor and place your head in your knees. Robin runs in behind you and cradles you like Eddie would have done before her, *I miss him so much Buckley so fucking much that this pain consumes me I wake up and feel it go asleep and feel it just as much* her heart breaks seeing you like this. *Yn talk to him at least try to salvage this even a friendship to start with*. You reluctantly agree to try and talk one more time and go back to work.

Mid-day

You and Steve have been stealing glances all day he hasn't spoke to you about what happened because Robin scolded him for taking advantage which he hates himself for and feels so guilty, you smile at him when he tries to pick up everyone.*Break time Steven* you say as you log him out of the till and put your own id in , he takes a step back and frowns at you *Yn no take a longer break I'm fine here*. You push him away towards the break room *I'm fine * he walks away and turns back around to you .

*Talk later ?* he says quietly you nod your head and start serving customers for your busiest day it's quiet. The bell goes off alerting you that a new customer walked in your eyes are fixated on the news not paying attention as your in the last stretch of your shift. Robin makes a bee-line over you and mouths I'm sorry as she plants a bunch of old-time classics and the record that made you wanna die earlier for you to check out. You look up and make eye contact with your worst enemy you just get on with the sale not asking questions *Is that all today miss* she laughs , *oh Yn you poor thing*. *Guess you wanna know why I'm buying all this * she flicks her ponytail to start playing with it leaning over the counter, *I'm just doing my job* you try to stay calm even though the calming thought is attacking her . *I'm going over to Eddie's and he's gonna forget all about the pain you caused him he's all mine Yn* the smile on her face is gone replaced with a sour look she's here to pour salt in your massive wound. You ring her up *would that be all today* she goes to pull out her purse *oh by any chance do you sell condoms* that's the last straw you were about to start grabbing and start pulling teeth but Robin comes to your rescue *Yn evening break now please sick of the boss chewing my ass because you work your ass off* she says pushing you away from the till. The confusion on your face and you stare blankly at her because evening breaks aren't a thing but you take the hint and leave.

In the break room you see Steve listening in but you're in tears he wraps his hands around you and just holds you for awhile, then the panic attack happens you fall to the ground Steve reminds you to breathe and rubs your back also giving you space . You eventually calm down and get to your feet again but the feeling lingers and that bitch had to ruin your life all over again, Steve hands you a cup of tea *Yn I'm sorry for taking advantage of you I'm so fucking sorry this is all my fault*. You begin laughing at him weakly but it's the best thing you heard all day *you didn't take advantage of me you didn't lure me in I kissed you *, you hug him tightly *I forgive you and hope we can go back to the way we were nothing romantic because I don't love you Steve I love Eddie and he's gone* he runs his hand over your shoulder . Robin bursts through the door looking like she was ready to kill *you two lock up I have to pay a visit to a certain person* she walks out without saying another word. You and Steve look at each other and laugh *I'm glad she doesn't drive* he says mid laugh *come on let's lock up before we're next* you and Steve lock up as he soften the blow a little you head back to yours together and he swears he'll keep his hands to himself.

With Robin on her mystery adventure

She's so annoyed from the smug look on Heathers face as she ask's her to take care of you, when she get's Munson she's gonna strangle him until he's gasping for air. She walks up to the trailer and bangs down the door *damn Buckley I thought you were the cops* she hears Heather enquire about who it was, *OUTSIDE NOW * she pulls him by his hair out of earshot. He whines as she has a tight grip on his hair *Heather really are you dumb biggest downgrade of the century by the way* he gets annoyed at her antics *at least she won't cheat on me* Robin hits his arm . *Okay you listen and listen good Yn is a shell of who she once was she misses you like crazy the girl is crazy for you Munson she's so sorry but you made her feel like you didn't care you don't know how much you hurt her so don't give me that crap* she takes a deep breath because of how fast she was talking.

*She did it though I was giving her a taste of her own medicine and she kissed Steve the guy she told me not to worry about* Robin looks like she's gonna murder him here and now. *Fuck you Munson yes she may have slipped up but you emotionally cheated first she kissed Harrington and is beating herself up about it but you pat yourself on the back and now go sleep with her* she begins to walk away, *enjoy your whore Munson she paid Yn a visit today so stay the hell away from Yn*. He stands there for a moment and then walks to Robin briskly and ushers her towards his van *inside now Buckley*. He pulls her into the van and starts driving just as frantically as you did that night Robin is screaming at him to slow down, *What the hell are you doing * she shrieks. Eddie starts tapping the wheel *tell me what happened today Buckley Heather came over I didn't invite her*, Robin sees the pain she saw in you in him and she knew he still loves you.

Back with you and Steve

*I'm sitting here away from you so don't jump me* he sits down and laughs *I change my mind you can go I hate you again* you plop yourself on the couch and point to the door. The microwave dings and you stand up to get it put are put back in your seat as Steve heads to your kitchen. You laugh to yourself maybe being single isn't that bad when you have this kind of support, you hear screeching outside you peak out to see Eddie's van he's here to get his stuff but then robin steps out. You open your door and allow them both inside for a moment there's silence *hey * he finally speaks you nod your head and await more. Steve pops his out and sees the you two in awkward silence and wished he stayed back in the kitchen *seriously Yn never-mind forget it*, he begins to walk out and you chase after him.

You finally have the courage to speak *how dare you Eddie* he tries to but in but you're not backing down you found your voice and will be dammed if you were not gonna use it today. your face is flushed with anger body radiating from it *now I apologized for what I did it was a stupid mistake but for you to sit there and judge me and take everyone away from me and not acknowledge what you did is a joke*. You feel such relief as you gasp for air finally let out everything *Yn I've been such an idiot yes you fucked up but I did too I'm sorry* he tries to hold you but you pull away. You drag him inside and look at your two friends *out now* you practically scream at them they run out of your voice leaving you and Eddie alone.

You sit down *so Heather huh you two do it yet ?* he places your head on his shoulder flicks your nose *ew no I did not do it with her * for a moment there is a feeling of peace between you two as your resting on his shoulder again you feel safe and at home. After a moment Eddie takes a deep breath * Yn I'm sorry we both fucked up I can't imagine you not being in my life you're a pain in my ass but god I love everything about you* he cups your face in his hands tears forming in both of your eyes,*I let the constant jealously get a hold of me and I did it to show you how I felt*. You shush him *Eddie I'm glad you have finally come to your senses my love friends ? * you reach out your hand to shake his but he pulls you into the biggest tightest hug just before you pull away he pulls you by your waist for your lips to touch. In that second everything felt normal you had your person back *screw being friends I want you and only you forever*. He plants kisses all over your face slowly moving down to the sweet spot on your neck , you wrap your hands into his hair and as you straddle him taking charge *You know we have an hour till my mom gets home * you giggle with a flirtatious tone in your voice luring him upstairs. *Lead the way sweetheart let me really take care of you this time * he winks at you as he practically chases you up the stairs to you your bedroom.

Weeks later

The guys have missed you they express their gratitude for making Eddie himself again and about you are the glue that holds this group together . You enter the cafeteria hand intertwined with Eddie's before you go to sit down, you make eye contact with Heather she looks at you and Eddie and the look of defeat on her face is glorious and it just gets better and better each time. While you have the chance you take advantage of the moment and kiss him just to remind her who he belongs to , *Yn don't be petty * he wraps his hand around your waist and laughs as you continue to walk over to the guys . Heather stopped being apart of the group when Eddie ripped her a new one for creating a false narrative and shutting her down for good this time. Everything has gone back to normal Steve and Robin remain by your side you and Eddie have been domestic bliss ,ever since and you've even start mocking the boys who hit on you now to show him you're not interested in anyone but him.

Hope you enjoyed the ending sadly no smut just fluff and angst and I opened a request box so feel free to start requesting what genre or if you think of anything you want explored till next time..............

#eddie munson smut #stranger things 4 #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson angst

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arttheclown · 4 years ago

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hi! i hope this isnt super weird but i kinda just got into watchmen and i saw ur tag on that post abt rorschach and i was wondering where moore confirmed hes gay? id love to see that for gay reasons & purposes

@ufonaut this isn’t weird at all! rorschach is a favourite character of mine so i’d love an excuse to talk about him! it was brought to my attention a while back by @catboyrorschach that alan moore confirmed he was gay. ruben made this discovery while looking at academic articles about watchmen and noting that several of them cited moore as saying this. but when we actually tried to find the source itself, we came up short. we believe it’s because he made these statements when interviewed back in 80s / early 90s, when watchmen was still new and there was a ton of hype surrounding it. we don’t know how easy such interviews would be to find now, but here’s something very important to keep in mind: whether or not alan moore has confirmed that rorschach is gay is irrelevant, because the way that he wrote rorschach speaks for itself.

to quote something ruben said on discord earlier: the topic of ror’s sexuality has been so widely analyzed and so thoroughly dissected over the years, it’s just common knowledge at this point that he’s gay. (though it’s totally understandable if a new fan doesn’t know that because as much as i hate to admit it, many cishet rorschach fans are desperate to cover it up or outright deny it lmao.)

that aside, the text of watchmen itself explicitly confirms ror’s sexuality over and over again - the handshake scene between rorschach and dan, rorschach’s behaviour around dan in general, rorschach stealing dan’s bottle of nostalgia and rubbing it all over his face. (nostalgia is important because according to a letter from veidt to his director of cosmetics & toiletries, they choose slightly androgynous women to appeal to the gay market. here’s the wiki page on it.) on a more grim note, when attacked by the police in the comics, rorschach has a bunch of homophobic slurs hurled at him; something that, interestingly enough, the movie version omitted. but the cops weren’t just calling him slurs to because they hate rorschach - they knew rorschach was gay, and were expressing their hatred of gay men.

another thing we need to keep in mind is that rorschach is (again, directly quoting ruben here) notably, characteristically and archetypally A Hypocrite. the mere fact that moore chose to have him comment on homosexuality in the context of passive condemnation, or disapproval, is a notable example of this. it was not chosen dialogue for no reason, and it wasn’t tossed in there to make rorschach look like an even bigger dick. if i’m not mistaken, they touch on rorschach’s sexuality in not just the original watchmen, but pretty much every spin-off comment that’s come out since.

if you’re curious about the analytic pieces on rorschach, his sexuality, and lgbt themes in watchmen in general, i strongly recommend the following:

thomas smith’s analysis on non-normative sexuality in watchmen

peace, love & comics’ character analysis

the comics cube’s observations about rorschach’s sexuality, among other things in watchmen

this breakdown on how rorschach doesn’t actually hate Women, but Female Sexuality

rorschach & watchmen through a queer lens, with summarized commentary by dr. katherine hubbard

for anyone else reading this who’s interested, here is a digital copy of watchmen to read safely and for free online, and here is a compilation of rorschach’s scenes from the motion comic.

i hope this helped clear things up! if you ever wanna talk more about him, i strongly recommend you hmu or going to ruben himself - no one understands that character like he does, and i say this as someone who’s liked watchmen for the last 6 years.

#watchmen #rorschach #walter kovacs #alan moore #lgbt comics #long post /#carling answers

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rhysismydaddy · 5 years ago

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365 Days: Part One (Feysand)

Here’s a new multi-chapter Feysand fic. It’s been overdone, so sorry I’m not original, but it’s going to be a lot of humor/smut/flirting. This part is basically a prologue because it sets up the actual story, but the meat and potatoes are coming soon, don’t worry. Next part out Tuesday!

Synopsis: Feyre Archeron, a bright young lawyer with a spotless track record, finds herself forced to steal from one of the most dangerous men in the city in order to protect her reputation. When she gets caught, she thinks she’s done for. But instead of dying, she’s given a reckless, life-changing proposal.

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Feyre Archeron was not the law-breaking type.

Hell, she wasn’t even the rule breaking type.

She was a second year law student with a spotless record and a moral compass that usually refused to budge.

Yet here she was, about to break the law and steal from the most dangerous man in the city. Because of her boyfriend.

Ex-boyfriend, she thought angrily.

She could not believe she’d gotten herself in this mess. Or that Tamlin was the one causing her problems.

He’d been so good to her for so long. So sweet. But this...

This was despicable. If she wasn’t so objective to the color orange, she’d have killed him when he told her what she had to do. And why she had to do it.

She slapped her cheeks twice, took a deep breath, and walked into Night Court Banking.

“Hello. How can I help you?” one of the tellers asked kindly.

“Hi, I’m here to see a security deposit box.”

“Of course. May I see an ID?”

Feyre forced herself to not stutter. “I’m actually not a member here. My husband is. Am I still allowed into the account?”

“Well, we’ll have to call him to verify, but it shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll still need your ID, though. What’s your husbands name?”

I’m going to jail. Or hell. Whichever comes first.

Feyre took a deep breath and smiled. “His name’s Rhysand Asterra.”

The bank tellers eyebrows flew into her hairline. “I... I wasn’t aware Mr. Asterra had married.”

Feyre swallowed her vomit and tried to look giddy. “Please don’t tell anyone. We’re trying to keep it quiet.”

The bank teller smiled kindly. “Of course, I understand. ID please?”

She slid the fake ID across the counter. Feyre Asterra. As if.

“Alright, Mrs. Asterra. I’ll have to call your husband to verify, and then you should be set.”

Feyre attempted to not look like she was about to pass out as the woman dialed. Tamlin had assured her he would get the call, not Rhysand, but he wasn’t exactly trustworthy.

“Hello, Mr. Asterra. Your wife is here requesting access to the safety deposit box.”

She couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation, but she thanked her lucky stars Tamlin wasn’t as useless as he seemed as the teller hung up the phone, smiled, and said, “Follow me.”

~Rhysand~

Rhysand Asterra, the city’s own Son of Satan, strolled into his office ready to snap necks, every wise person taking a look at the expression on his face and jumping out of his way.

“Azriel,” he called out as soon as he got through the door. “Why the fuck are people gossiping about me being married?”

His best friend and right hand man opened his mouth, but Rhys interrupted.

“And Cassian,” he said to his other best friend and head of security, “How the fuck did someone break into my safety deposit box today?”

Rhysand’s patience had completely run out. “Both of you need to figure out who is trying to die today, then go make it happen. Actually, no, let’s not be hasty bastards. Bring them to the house upstate.”

“Rhys-“

“Make sure you break a few bones before I get there, though.”

“Rhysand. Shut your fat mouth for a second.” Cassian said, suddenly exasperated.

Rhys rolled his eyes. Cassian was the only person who could talk like that to him and frequently liked to use the right.

“You need to watch the security footage before making any decisions,” Azriel said, calm as ever. Where Cassian was made of brute force and aggression, Azriel was his cold, detached, always calm opposite.

“Why?”

“Just fucking watch,” Cassian sighed, voice sounding a little amused, and pressed a button on the remote. Black and white footage from the bank he owned came up on the screen.

“What am I looking at here?” Rhys asked. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. It definitely didn’t look like a robbery.

“Your criminal.”

“What?” The only person on the screen was a woman, probably early twenties, smiling kindly at the bank teller.

“That’s the woman who broke into the box. By saying she was your wife. Had an ID and everything.” Azriel sounded like he was holding in laughter. “Pretty ballsy.”

“But they’d still-“

“Here’s the part where Larissa—the bank teller—calls you. Except it isn’t you.”

He had to refrain from rolling his eyes again. “No shit, Cas.”

Rhys watched the woman walk into the back, then, not five minutes later, walk out, calm as could be.

Which was a pretty impressive feat, considering she’d just stolen two million dollars in diamonds from the head of the mob.

“Find out everything about her. Now.”

~Feyre~

Feyre was in bed, asleep, when they came for her.

She swung with the knife she’d stuck under her pillow that night, but her attacker just laughed, easily dodged, and grabbed her arms.

It was useless. This was the end.

She tried not to cry, but it was a little depressing that she was about to be taken to some abandoned warehouse, tortured, and killed. Because of her fucking ex.

Her attackers shoved a black sack over her head and swiftly carried her out. Somehow, they’d tied her hands and feet while doing it. Clearly it wasn’t their first time.

The thought was not reassuring.

Too late to bother holding her breath, she realized the hood was laced with some sort of chemical. Great, she thought drearily, now I can’t even plead for my life.

It was her last thought before darkness claimed her.

Minutes or hours or days later, Feyre awoke with a start.

She looked around, completely confused. She was in a bed in a gorgeous bedroom decorated in blues and golds, the space heated by a roaring fire.

What the hell?

It definitely wasn’t the dark, dreary dungeon she’d been expecting.

She looked down at herself, noticing with a frown the loose white shirt she was wearing wasn’t her own. And that she didn’t have pants on.

Someone coughed from the corner of the room, and Feyre jumped as she saw the outline of a man standing.

“Am I dead?”

She couldn’t see him, but she had a feeling he was smiling.

“No.” His voice was amused, but cold. Dangerous.

“Oh. Am I about to be?”

“No.”

An uneasy feeling rolled across her skin. “Who are you?” He didn’t say anything, so she asked again. “Who are you?”

He stepped forward and the fire lit up his face as he smiled and said, “Your husband, apparently.”

~Rhysand~

After a minute and a half of her staring at him open mouthed, Rhys asked, “Are you going to say something, or shall we continue to stare at each other?”

“Oh my God,” she whispered softly. “You lied.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“I am about to die,” she said with a resigned tone, looking around for potential weapons, probably.

When Cassian had told him she’d tried to attack him with a kitchen knife, he’d had a good laugh. It wasn’t every day you met someone willing to stand up to him and his crew. Pointless as it was.

He leaned a shoulder against the mantle, ignoring the heat of the fire, and schooled his face into bored amusement.

“I’m not going to kill you. But you are going to tell me how you got into my security deposit box. And why.”

She shrugged, the motion extremely casual for a red-handed thief. “It wasn’t that hard.”

Probably not the best thing you could’ve said.

“I’m sure my head of security will find that reassuring, but tell me how you did it.”

“What’s the point?”

Rhys tried not to walk over and shake her. “What do you mean?”

She sat up, the collar of her shirt falling off her shoulder in a stupidly distracting manner. Even though she’d just been drooling face down on his pillow, she was fucking gorgeous.

She stole two million dollars from you, idiot.

He forced his eyes back to her pinched brow.

“I mean,” she said quietly, “I stole from you. Telling you how won’t change the consequences.”

He rolled his eyes, strolling forward and sitting on the edge of the bed. “I’m not going to fucking kill you, Feyre. Get yourself together and tell me what happened.”

“How do you know my name?”

Rhysand gave her a small smile, repressing a laugh at the horror on her face.

She sighed heavily and gave him a go to hell look. “I said I was your wife. And used a fake ID.”

“I figured as much. But how did you deal with the phone call?”

Her face went pale. “Oh. Erm... what phone call?”

“Feyre, do not pretend to be an idiot. You saw the teller call me. How did you get around it?”

“I didn’t,” she stated as though it were obvious.

“You had to.”

“But I didn’t. I have no idea how it happened.”

Rhys got up again, walked to the bar cart, and poured himself a very stiff drink. The urge to throttle her was growing by the second. Along with another urge he snuffed out completely. “You’re telling me you walked into my bank, knowing who I am, and had no idea how to get around the phone call?”

“Yes.”

“Alright. Who were you working with, then?”

~Feyre~

Shit, shit, shit. She needed to figure out something. And quick.

“Don’t bother lying. Your right eyelid twitches every time you even think about it.”

Double shit.

She couldn’t tell him Tamlin was involved, no matter what happened, so she forced herself to roll her eyes and feign confidence. “Fine. I hacked into your server the day before and changed the phone number to mine. I set up a pre-recorded message.”

He nodded, his beautiful violet eyes twinkling in the light from the fire. “Mmhm, you hacked into my server. Sure. How’d you get past the firewall?”

She swallowed thickly. “I... um-”

Rhysand sighed heavily. “Feyre, it’s obvious you weren’t working alone. Who helped you?”

She winced. “No one helped me.”

Rhysand prowled toward her and her blood started to thrum. Everything about him was simultaneously dangerous and beautiful, and it made her body come alive.

He leaned in, teeth close to her throat, and she couldn’t help but notice he smelled like the ocean and rain and citrus. He’s ridiculously attractive for someone so- focus, Feyre.

“Don’t be stupid. By now, you’ve figured out that I don’t hurt women. But don’t think for one second you will get away with this if you don’t tell me who your partner was.”

Feyre started to say something, but he held a hand up.

“Before you lie to me again, think about your sisters Nesta and Elain. Think about your pretty little roommate, Mor. I have the power to ruin all of their lives. Yours, too. And I will, unless you tell me who helped you.”

Something in his voice, something about his predatory stance, made Feyre see red. All of her fear from earlier went out the door. Along with caution.

Before she could stop herself, she reached out and slapped him clean across his face. “You lay a fucking finger on my family, and I will make sure you live to regret it.”

There was a terrible, terrible pause as his eyes bored into hers, sensual mouth dropped open. He raised a palm to his cheek, the expression on his face almost awe.

Then he did the damnedest thing. He laughed.

“Feyre, darling. You’re quite a remarkable woman.” Rhysand smiled, and Feyre’s anger diminished a little. “Slap me all you want, but you will be telling me who helped you. One way or another.”

Feyre felt like she was playing a game, stuck on the same level, bound to never win. She could threaten him all she wanted, but he had the means and goons to do whatever he wanted to her.

“No one helped me, don’t you get it?” She exploded, dragging a hand through her hair. “I didn’t want to rob you; I don’t even have the diamonds!”

“What?”

She took a deep breath and commanded herself to calm down.

“The last thing on earth I wanted to do yesterday was rob the head of the fucking mob. I’m not an idiot.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You have got to be the most frustrating woman I’ve ever met.”

Because she had a death wish, she spat back, “Well, since you probably pay for your female companionship, I’d be inclined to agree with you.”

His violet eyes flashed, and a hint of a smile tugged at his lips. He snuffed it out and got back on topic. “So you’re saying you were forced to rob me?”

Feyre nodded, then watched as he went to pour himself another drink.

“By who?”

Fuck. “Um, I can’t tell you that.”

He ran a hand through his dark hair. “And why not?”

“It was part of the deal. If he--or she!--finds out, then I don’t get- um, then the deal’s off.” Jesus, get it together.

Rhysand took a long look at her face and rolled his eyes. “It was Tamlin O’Connor.”

Completely forgetting her own advice to remain composed, Feyre’s mouth fell open. How the hell had he guessed that? “What? No, it wasn’t.”

“You’re a terrible liar.” He came over and reclaimed his spot on the corner of the bed. “I honestly don’t know how you convinced anyone we’re married.”

“I am not an awful liar, I’m just nervous.” That was the most honest thing she’d said in a long time.

“Why are you nervous?”

She flattened a look towards him. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because the head of the mob kidnapped me and is threatening everyone I know and I have a lot riding on those stupid diamonds.”

As the reality of her situation set in, Feyre realized she had two options: Stay and experience the wrath of the man everyone called the Son of Satan, or flee.

Not being a fan of torture, Feyre didn’t feel bad at all as she gathered her strength, reared back, and punched him in the throat.

She blocked out his surprised gasp, along with the slew of curses he unleashed, as she hurtled for the door. She had no idea where she was, but she knew she had to get out of here.

Her hand wrapped around the handle, only for a tan, tattooed hand to grab her other wrist and halt her progress.

Rhysand whipped her around, and she crashed into him, both of them landing on the floor with a dense thud.

Feyre managed to get a satisfying elbow to the face in before he pinned her arms above her head. She swung her knee up between his legs, but he expertly avoided the hit. Then her legs were pinned effortlessly under his.

She was trapped. Again.

This time, she directly under him, trying to ignore the sensation of his weight on her. The thin shirt she was wearing did absolutely nothing to block out the edges of his body.

Feyre felt her breathing go a little shallow as she remembered she wasn’t wearing pants.

His tensed muscles pressed into her chest, heavy arms confining hers to the floor. His legs were corded with muscle and one of his thighs was in between hers a little-

“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, I swear to God I’ll kiss you.” Shit. Her gaze shot to the ceiling. “You’re developing a kink for hitting me, I think.”

She ignored that.

A firm hand drifted to grip her chin, the other still holding her wrists. “I’m not going to let you up until you tell me everything.”

The look in his eyes told her he was serious, so she rolled her eyes and murmured, “Tamlin’s my ex-boyfriend, which I’m assuming you know. He’s in debt. I didn’t know, but he likes to gamble. He borrowed from the wrong person, and he was desperate for the cash.”

He nodded, still pinning her. Apparently, there was more she had to spill. “How’d he get you to go along with it? You’re not exactly the robber type.”

So true. “He, um, has something on me.”

His dark eyebrows shot up. If she didn’t know better, she would say there was wicked delight in his eyes. “What is it?”

Feyre shook her head. She’d never tell him. She’d never tell anyone. Ever.

Rhysand sighed dramatically, the movement making his chest drag against hers. “Just tell me what you did. I promise I’ve heard worse.”

Probably from your own diary.

“I didn’t do anything.”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and Feyre watched the movement. “So his leverage over you is that you’re an innocent little lawyer?”

Avoid, avoid, avoid. “Why do you need to know, exactly?”

“I’m trying to figure out a way to get you out of this.”

That stopped her hateful thought process. He was trying to help her? Feyre had absolutely no reason to believe him, but for some reason, she did.

“When Tamlin and I were together, he um...” She looked at his perfectly innocent chin, unable to speak the words under his demanding stare. “Recorded us.”

That damned hand on her jaw forced her eyes back to his. He looked confused, so she sighed.

“While we were... intimate,” she explained.

Understanding lit up in his eyes, and his expression morphed into something deadly. “He made a sex tape? Without your permission?”

“Mmhm,” she murmured awkwardly, suddenly very aware that she was still pinned underneath him. Without pants on.

He seemed to realize it, too, because he stood up and pulled her with him. Knowing it’d be pointless to run, Feyre sat back down on the bed and watched as he paced back and forth.

A few minutes later, she practically saw an idea form in his beautiful head. Rhysand turned to her, hands braced on the mattress, and asked frankly, “Do you love him?”

“No.”

A flicker in his eyes, too quick to read. “Good. I have a proposition for you, then.”

Her eyes narrowed on their own accord.

“I’ll take care of Tamlin. And the recording.” She was grateful he avoided the term sex tape. “I’ll make sure he’s the one who gets the blame for the robbery.”

“That’s an offer, not a proposition,” she pointed out.

“How right you are. I’ll take care of everything...” He smiled softly. “If you marry me.”

Every thought emptied out of Feyre’s head. “What?” she breathed, the sound barely audible.

Rhysand slid his hands in his pockets. “There’s already a rumor going around about me being married. Your picture’s been leaked, too.”

Shit.

“And I can’t allow people to know I was robbed. Bad for business, baby.”

Shit.

“Marry me, and I’ll deal with it.”

A thought occurred. “What exactly do you mean ‘deal with it’?” Tamlin was a complete jackass, but he didn’t deserve to die and be thrown in a shallow grave.

“I mean I’ll tell the police you went to the bank to get something for me, Tamlin cornered you when you came out, and he stole the diamonds,” he explained casually, as if they weren’t talking about a felony.

“And the tape?”

Rhysand scratched the back of his neck. “I have someone who can... acquire it.”

She remembered the level of professionalism of her kidnappers.

“Are you alright? Are you about to attack me again?” The amusement in his voice grated her nerves.

“Maybe. I just don’t see how you can be so calm about this!” She shot out of bed, not even caring about her state of dress, and took over his role of pacing. “I can’t marry you, I don’t even know you! And you’re in the mob! You’re Al Capone!”

Rhysand laughed suddenly, and Feyre turned to see him bite his lip. “I pay my taxes, love. And I’ll even give you a loophole. After a year, if you’re still miserable, we can get a divorce.”

“How are you okay with this?”

She couldn’t fathom the idea someone that rich, powerful, and handsome was okay with signing over a part of his life.

“Honestly, my life was getting a little boring before you came along. Plus, even Al Capone had a wife, you know.”

She rolled her eyes. “So my options are to go to jail and become a disgrace to my family, or marry a mobster?”

“Pretty much.”

Despite herself, she let out a little laugh.��

Rhysand smiled softly as he walked over and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Think about it. Sleep. I’ll take the couch.”

“Wait, this is your room?”

He nodded, purple eyes twinkling as he watched her take in her surroundings with renewed interest. “I’ll see you in the morning, Feyre darling.”

And then she was alone.

Holy hell. What am I going to do? She had no idea.

Because she was a complete nerd, she grabbed a notepad off the desk in the corner and began to make a pros and cons list of the marriage.

Pros: No jail. No Kim K scandal. Rhysand is good looking (constant eye candy). Rhysand is rich.

Cons: Rhysand is the head of the mob. Rhysand could be mentally unstable (strong possibility, considering marriage proposal). Rhysand is friends with very good kidnappers. A year without sex.

She didn’t bother writing down that her love life would suffer. After her last boyfriend, she couldn’t care less if she didn’t date for a long, long time.

After thinking of all the consequences she could, Feyre decided the list was completely pointless. Her thoughts were jumbled beyond belief, and she had no idea what decision she’d find herself making come morning.

With a sigh, she threw the notepad on the bedside table, slid down in the bed, and fell asleep.

~Rhysand~

Around noon, Rhysand couldn’t take the insufferable boredom any more, so he went to sit on the edge of he bed and watched Feyre sleep like a complete stalker.

She twitches in her sleep. How cute.

Rhysand smiled down at the woman completely passed out in front of him and poked her forehead with a discarded pencil from the nightstand.

Feyre made a few harumph sounds before opening those blue eyes and peering up at him. “Good morning.”

“It’s almost afternoon at this point.” He ran his eyes over her frame, still dressed in his shirt, and found himself enjoying the sight a little too much. “I thought I would come in and help with your decision.”

When she noticed what he was holding, she shot straight up and tried to grab it.

Rhysand kept the notepad out of reach and lightly slapped her hand away.

“Let’s start with the pros, shall we? ‘No jail.’ That’s definitely a good one, because as beautiful as you are, orange doesn’t flatter many people.”

Feyre covered her face with her hands, and he laughed as he read, “’No Kim K scandal.’ You know, I heard her own mother released that tape. Dreadful.”

She groaned in embarrassment.

Rhysand couldn’t keep the shit-eating grin off his face as he continued. “’Rhysand is good looking.’ And in parenthesis, I quote, ‘constant eye candy.’”

She grabbed the pillow underneath her and covered her head with it. He took it away and smiled down at her. “Wouldn’t want to block your view.”

“You’re such an asshole,” she told him matter-of-factly, still blushing, but there was a small smile on her face.

“Next we have ‘Rhysand is rich.’ True. You wouldn’t even have to steal to earn a living.” He was enjoying himself too much.

Especially as she glared up at him.

“Now onto the cons.” She made another attempt to snatch the list away, but he grabbed her hand and held tight. “Rhysand is the head of the mob. This is true, but it’s probably not what you think. I’m more of a business owner. I own a few banks and some clubs downtown. I also control the imports and exports into the city.”

Feyre raised an eyebrow. “That’s not illegal. ‘Mob’ implies illegal.”

“By imports and exports I mean drugs,” he sighed, suddenly embarrassed about his career. “And the way I enforce rules is occasionally illegal.”

She bit her lip and he could tell she was processing the information. Then, “Do you kill people?”

Rhysand shrugged. “Not if I can avoid it. Most of the time, if it comes to that, I just don’t allow them to come into the city ever again.”

She was quiet, so he continued with the list. “’Rhysand could be mentally unstable.’ Apparently, this is a strong possibility. I can promise you, Feyre darling, I was of sound mind and body when I gave you this proposition.”

Those blue eyes narrow, but she didn’t say anything.

“‘Rhysand is friends with very good kidnappers.’” He laughed soundly. “I’ll tell Cassian and Azriel you were impressed. You can meet them later, if you want. Cassian told me you tried to stab him with a butter knife, by the way.”

Feyre narrowed her eyes at him. “I’ll be better prepared next time.”

He couldn’t help but grin. Damn if he didn’t like her.

“And lastly--and this one is extremely interesting to me--you wrote: ‘A year without sex.’”

Feyre’s entire face went red. All the way down past the collar of his shirt. He watched with amusement as she looked anywhere but at his face.

Just to keep her blushing, he asked, “It could be my memory, but I don’t recall that being part of our negotiation.”

She growled--growled--at him, and he had to bite his lip to keep himself from eating the sound.

“I remember how you looked at me last night, when I was on top of you.” Her eyes go a little wide. “I don’t think you’ll make it a year.”

Determination lit up on her face. “I think I could go two.”

He smiled, and she looked down at the hand he still had captured with his.

Rhysand wasn’t entirely sure he was breathing as her delicate finger traced over the tattoos on wrist. She followed the lines across the back of his hands, down each finger.

She seemed a little lost in thought. “What are you thinking about?”

She glanced up at him. “I’m trying to make sense of it. I’ve heard awful things about you, and the people you work with. And yet... you’re nice to me. You don’t seem like a bad person.”

He swallowed against the sudden tightness in his chest. “I’ve done-”

Feyre cut him off. “We all do things we don’t want to do. It doesn’t define us.”

For some reason, he couldn’t think of a single response.

The entire city feared him--they called him the Son of Stan, for shit’s sake. And for the most part, he deserved it; he’d done terrible things to get control of the city.

And yet she looked at him like none of it mattered. She looked at him with an openness he hadn’t seen in a long, long time. Like he was a person, not a monster.

“I want you to make me a promise.”

Rhys nodded. He was pretty sure he’d agree to anything.

“Promise me you’ll stay like this with me,” she whispered to him. “Your business is your business. But stay... good with me.”

Surprised he could even find his voice, he murmured, “I promise.”

He meant what he said. Rhysand liked how she looked at him, and he’d never do anything to compromise that.

“Then I’ll marry you.”

The amount of happiness that unfolded in him scared the shit out of him. He didn’t know why, but he’d been desperate to hear those words.

Unable to stop himself, Rhys leaned down and brushed a kiss against her lips.

He heard her inhale sharply, but she stayed perfectly still. Then he pulled back, gave her a stupidly big smile, and asked, “Would you like a tour of your new home then, Feyre darling?”

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Part 2

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#feysand #high lady feyre #feyre #feyre acotar #feyre archeron #feyre x rhysand #rhysand #acotar #acowar #acofas #acomaf #a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses #a court of wings and ruin #a court of frost and starlight #acotar fanfiction

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blookmallow · 4 years ago

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time for skyrim, wherein i briefly remember to check in on the plot and then promptly get distracted away from it again five seconds later

ah. that. is absolutely made of flesh, huh

oh fuck is it time. are we doing this

so reading the scroll caused me to get. teleported into a moment in time when alduin attacked before, i think ? ? ? ? it was very confusing and overwhelming

OH this is bad this is very bad

so now i think im supposed to. talk to someone about a thing to sort out potentially Trapping A Dragon In The Middle Of Whiterun which i have. not been doing

however speaking of whiterun i finally fucking managed to kill these two alik’r guys who were just stuck in the walkway (i already finished that quest ages ago and couldn’t do anything else to interact with them, they would just say like generic ‘good morning’ responses if i tried to talk to them, they were just Stuck there) without getting caught 900 tries later. i dumped their bodies under the bridge and somehow nobody suspects a thing even though i dragged them down here in plain sight of like 2 guards. nobody saw me kill them, so clearly i am innocent here

straight and to the point, i see

ive been on a recurring quest with this guy giving him more and more money to excavate this tomb where all his miners keep getting murdered by draugr over and over again in the most incompetent mining expedition the world has ever seen, but i have so much fucking money at this point it doesnt bother me in the slightest i just think its really funny (and i can Hear a dragon shout wall somewhere so i figure i gotta keep this up until they get it unburied)

he was getting them dead on PURPOSE

come to think of it this does look quite a bit more like ritual sacrifice than draugr attacks but what do i know

[sitcom mom voice] raaaaalis, did you murder all those people? [laughtrack]

i guess he was either killing people or was possessed to kill people or was at LEAST sending people to their deaths intentionally, im not sure, for the glory of ahzidal and its not entirely clear whether he was a knowing, willing participant in this mass murder or if he was just being used by ahzidal but ultimately i decided i didnt really care, ive killed tons of people including The Fucking Emperor Of Skyrim, for the glory of the night mother, so Who Am I To Judge

haven’t we all committed murder because some ancient powerful being told us to. come on now

so i just let him go :’) i dont know if theres any particular consequence here one way or the other, i see him around the tavern sometimes but he doesn’t really want to talk to me (reasonable enough)

PLOT TWIST: THE FALMER WERE THE FUCKIGN DWARVES’ FAULTS APPARENTLY?

this cabinet has been stuck in the shelf for ages now (or maybe it always was and i didnt notice before) in my windhelm house and i figured it would eventually reset itself but uh. no such luck,

ok you can’t really see what’s going on here but THIS FUCKIN GUY :’)

so i broke into the markarth temple of dibella bc i had a quest stuck in my mission log to steal a statue from them and i didnt really want to do it but i was tired of it being there and i really, really wanted to know what secret ritual was taking them this fucking long to complete so like. i just kinda walked in. i didnt try to sneak around them or anything which is apparently not what you’re supposed to do bc my dad didn’t even KNOW about this whole thing when i mentioned it bc ‘just waltz right on in there like a dumbass’ hadnt occurred to him as an option, but anyway,

the dibella priestesses catch you and they’re like ok maybe you can earn forgiveness if you go find and rescue our future sybil (like. prophet/speaker for dibella i think) so i agreed to do that

id much rather rescue a child from the forsworn than steal a statue for some rude old drunk guy anyway

i go to investigate and i find the kid’s dad, and im like hey ill save your daughter, and he’s like oh i must come with you to help and im like sure sounds good lets go

THIS GUY GETS KILLED. SO FUCKING EASILY :’) HE TOOK ONE ARROW AND DIED ON THE SPOT

so THEN i got really, really goddamn determined to get this fucker through this forsworn camp some fucking how, i did not want to show up to rescue this child and have to tell her i let her father get murdered, and it was too late to go back and tell him not to follow me, but i did have a quicksave to reload from before we left the village

so i just kept going. i kept trying. i kept running ahead of him and killing as many forsworn as i could before he could get up there and get insta-killed again. i kept repeatedly healing him and watching where he was at all times to make sure he didn’t die again. and i fucking did it i got him all the way through to his daughter ALIVE AND WELL

i did get a little reunion scene between them, i dont remember if he gave me anything at the end or anything so there’s not Really any reason to go through that much effort to keep this dumbass man alive other than “how much do i care about the wellbeing of this fictional child” but i am proud of myself nonetheless

the “Fuck All Men” ability. very nice

#lucy plays skyrim #scooby dooby queue

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holylulusworld · 5 years ago

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Sometimes wrong is better than right...

Summary: It’s just wrong…but at the same time so good. But all the wrong things have their consequences.

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, a stray cat (named kick-ass)

Warnings: angst, pregnant reader, language, calling names, arguments, a hint of fun, grabby Steve (little pervert), cravings

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Around four months later… France, Provence

Walking along the field you pick one last flower, a poppy. The red flower is the perfect contrast to your purple lavender. The scent of lavender is floral and sweet, the other flowers smell wonderful too, but you prefer the scent of the pretty purple flower since you live here.

Natasha gave you enough money so you could easily buy a little house in the middle of nowhere. No technique, no stress, no super soldiers only silence, and peace.

The only roommate you have is an old stray cat who came around a few days after your moved in and the little fucker decided to stay with you. She’s the only living being you let get close to you. Most of the time you stay to yourself except you need to buy some food.

The little garden behind your house provides fruits and some vegetables but you need more to feed your hunger, so you are forced to walk into town from time to time.

Luckily you found an old bicycle in your house to ride as sometimes your feet won’t carry you that far anymore.

A smile crosses your face when you see the old cat meowing in front of your open door. Wait you never leave your door open, but you don’t lock it either.

You’ve got nothing precious someone could be interested in to steal. Your weapon and passport are always in your purse which you have with you any time so anyone trying to break into your house will be disappointed.

Shrugging you believe the door didn’t shut right, as it happens a lot. Especially during a thunderstorm, it tends to burst open and let the rain in.

Greeting your only friend, you pat the head of the cat and she follows you into the house. You want to put the picked flowers into a vase but then you see the tea kettle on your stove and a cup on your table and you know you didn’t leave the house like this.

You want to get the weapon out of your bag, but Steve is much faster. Pressing you with his full strength into the wall he makes you wince in pain.

“Took us a while to find you as Nat refused to tell us anything. Buck and I against the rest of the Avengers it was, but here we are.” Steve mutters placing one fist against the wall right next to your head and his hand around your arm.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you whisper and Steve cocks a brow.

“I didn’t intend on hurting you, Y/N. We just want to bring you home.”

“You are hurting me…you’re stronger than me…please don’t hurt my babies.” You sniffle and Steve let go of you. Looking down at you in awe his breath hitches in his throat.

“You kept our babies?” Bucky asks before Steve can find his voice.

“I kept my babies, now leave me alone. I’m no harm to you or your life’s. Just leave me be. I was happy. For four months I was finally happy, and you come around to destroy everything again.”

“Happy with a stray cat as your only friend? Hell, you were talking to this bastard.” Bucky chuckles. “He’s not even cute, just a rotten little stinker.”

“Not your problem and it’s a girl, punk.” You grunt. “She’s a good listener in lonely nights.”

“You will pack your things and come back with us,” Steve mutters.

“No way! I’ll stay here. You can’t force me to come back. I don’t want to come back. It’s quite and peaceful here. No wars, fights or men hurting me. Just the cat and me.”

“Y/N you can’t stay here all alone in the middle of nowhere. What will happen during giving birth? Do you want to handle this alone too?” Steve asks staring at your stomach.

“I got a telephone. Believe it or not, there’s an ambulance available any time.”

“I don’t care, doll. You will not give birth to my child in a shitty hospital in Provenceistan.”

“Who asked you for your opinion, Barnes? Answer: No one. Only as you filled me with your cum you got no rights, period.” You grunt stomping your foot onto the ground.

“Can I touch the bump?” Steve asks and you shake your head.

“I don’t want you to touch me. Go away. I don’t want one of you to touch me ever again.” You sniffle.

“Baby, please. I only want to feel my child.”

“I don’t care what you want, Rogers. You didn’t care about my feelings either. You two are as cold as ice. You take what you want without thinking about consequences. I won’t play your sick games any longer. If you want me to come home you have to kill me as I only leave this house over my dead body.” You state glaring up at the tall Avenger.

“Damn she is one hell of a woman, Stevie. Did she make you hard with her speech too? Look at the boobs, they are bigger too. She looks so beautiful right now…so carefree.”

“Bucky, can you shut your dirty mouth for a second. This is not the way to win her over. Yes, she makes me hard, but I want her back as I love her, not as my sexy kitten.” Steve warns.

“Perverts! Both of you are rotten, dirty perverts. Now get out of my house.” You warn pushing against Steve’s chest.

“You know Nat can’t help you right now. We could just throw you over our shoulder and carry you out of this shithole you call a house.” Bucky chuckles.

“Try me, asshole! I will scream and yell. How does that sound? You’re not that popular in Europe, not after Germany.” You spat and Bucky flinches at your words.

“You promised to never mention Germany.” He mumbles.

“And you promised to love me, to be there for me, just like Captain Asshole over here. Lies, lies and empty promises on your side. Why should I keep mine?”

“You’re better than me.”

“Damn right. I’m a fucking princess, now out of my castle.” You warn and this time Steve starts chuckling.

“She’s damn cute believing she can get rid of us. You see Baby if you refuse to come with us we will stay here. Your decision.”

“You will not stay in my house!”

“We can and we will, doll. Our bags are already in your bedroom.”

“You two are completely insane! You didn’t want me at all and now you want me back. The hell!”

“We always wanted you, doll. Now let me make you my famous buckytastic pancakes and Steve can feed the cat.” Bucky says and you want to strangle him as he walks toward your fridge to poke his head in. “Oh, she’s got no beer, Steve. You need to drive into town. Damn, we need bacon and meat…shit…all green rubbish in here. Nothing to feed a real man.”

“I didn’t invite you to eat my food, asshole.”

“Damn she is stubborn, Cap. I want to bend her over my lap and spank her ass bright red.”

“You can’t hurt me, I’m pregnant.”

“Hmm…then I’ll wait for five months and do it then.”

“Five months?” You gasp staring at the super soldier. The tall man simply shrugs and starts preparing the dough for pancakes.

“We told you we will stay here. Hmm…I better drive into town to get all the stuff we need. How about some ropes to restrain our stubborn lady?” Steve jokes and you gulp hard.

“You can’t do that…this will hurt.” You sniffle.

“Baby, that was a joke. Damn your hormones get you good, huh…Are you horny too?” Bucky asks licking his lips.

“Not for you, pervert.”

“I bet she needs us really bad, Stevie. Could check her out right now.”

“Buck, don’t try anything stupid while I’m on my shopping tour,” Steve warns.

“I need cat food too.” You mutter grabbing your purse. “I’ll come with you…Cap.” You say glancing at a grinning Bucky.

“Uh, she wants the golden boy to go first.”

“Asshole!” You retort.

“We better get going before it gets too late,” Steve says trying to touch your shoulder, but you flinch away. “Sorry.”

“I’m only coming with you as I do not trust this pervert and I need food for my cat.”

----

“You know Natasha is a really good friend. Tony, Fury, everyone tried to get information about your position. About how you made it out of the tower.” Steve tries but you just look out of the window.

“She had nothing to do with my escape. I stole your ID card and grabbed a hidden bag. I spared some money and took the next flight to France.”

“We both know she helped you escaping but I know you would do anything to protect your friend. She did the same.”

“Is she alright or did you hurt her too?” You ask rubbing the bruises at your upper arm Steve caused.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Sometimes I forget about my own strength. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You wanted to hurt me as you thought I aborted the babies, Steve. I saw the hatred in your eyes. Don’t think I’m stupid, Rogers. I know you are a bad liar.”

“I was devasted after you left, just like Bucky.”

“Sure. Why didn’t you knock someone else up? There are plenty of chicks waiting for the golden boy to impregnate them.” You mutter.

“As I only imagine you as the mother of my children. Don’t be this stubborn. You are the most complicated woman in the world.”

“Are you kidding me? As if you know every single woman in the world, Captain Stupid.”

“Bucky is right. I should slap your ass…”

“What a pity I kept your baby.” You spat and Steve glares at you. Opening his mouth and closing it his features darken and he stops the car. “I can still make you obeyed.”

“Dream on, Cap. You will not break me…never again.” You mutter poking your finger into his shoulder.

“Hmm…you know you will not make us leave.”

“Pfff…don’t care. You can sleep outside.”

“With the cat?”

“No, the cat is allowed to sleep in my bedroom…in my bed.” You state grinning and a smirk appears on Steve’s face.

“Meow…” He tries and you giggle. “Won’t work Rogers… ’Kick-ass’ is much cuter than you.”

“Kick ass?”

“Yeah, I named her like that. She attacked a goddamn bulldog as he came too close to me.”

“She’s a fighter then…like you.”

“Hmm…he hurt her pretty badly and I had to bring her to a veterinary. She barely survived but she’s still kicking…ya know.” You whisper and Steve gives you a side-glance. Your sad face makes his stomach drop.

“We should probably head into town or Bucky burns your house down meanwhile.”

“I will kill him if does…it’s not much or pretty but it’s mine. The house is like me, nothing special but someone loves it. I love it.”

----

“We should buy this too.”

“Why should you need pickles?” You ask.

“No, those are for you. Pregnant women eat pickles.” Steve insists.

“Not every woman, Captain know it all.” You retort and an elderly woman starts smiling at you and Steve.

“Ah, Y/N is this your boyfriend? The man who is in oversea?”

“Yes, ma’am, that’s me. I’m Steve Rogers. Nice to meet you.” Steve says smiling like a good boy.

“Such a charming man. He’s a catch, ma chere.”

‘If she only knew’. You think to yourself, but you smile politely and nod while Steve takes the opportunity to sling his arm around your waist and squeeze your butt.

Angrily clenching your fists, you want to kick his ass, but the elder lady won’t stop babbling so Captain Pervert presses his body closer to yours and starts sniffing at your hair.

“Au revoir, ma chere.” She finally says.

“I swear as soon as we are out of here I will kick your ass.” You warn but Steve ignores your words. Simply pecking your cheek, he chuckles squeezing your butt once again.

“You loved it, kitten. I know you did.”

----

“What took you two so long? Did you make a stop to screw each other?” Bucky mutters.

“Captain Pervert grabbed my ass in the grocery store. That’s what happened.” You mutter glaring at a grinning Steve.

“I just played along. So, your loving boyfriend is in oversea? Did you tell the friendly lady you are pregnant of two men my dirty little kitten?”

“No! I didn’t tell her anything!”

“Did you bring beer and meat? Tell me you brought all the stuff I wrote on the list.” Bucky asks.

“I bought everything and pickles.”

“Pickles? For the pregnant lady.” Bucky says while his blue eyes are glued to your hidden bump.

“I don’t need that rubbish.” You mutter glancing at the pickles in Steve’s hands.

“Let’s eat the pancakes before my food gets cold.”

“By the way she wants us to sleep outside,” Steve says and Bucky looks at your grinning face.

“With the cat?” Bucky asks.

“No, the cat is allowed to sleep in her bed.”

“Meow?” Bucky tries and Steve starts cackling. “I tried the same, Buck.”

----

“Come on, Y/N. You can’t let us sleep outside.” Bucky pleas while you toss his bag out of the window.

“This is my house and I won’t let you sleep in my bedroom. I do not trust you two a bit. You will try to touch me or worse, you perv!”

“Fine. We sleep outside, heartless woman.” Bucky mutters walking out of your bedroom with Steve hot on his heels.

----

The house is silent so you tiptoe downstairs to reach your kitchen. Almost at your goal, you stretch your arm to grab the… “Are you looking for these?” Steve asks flicking the light on to show you the pickles in his hands.

“Why are you in my kitchen?”

“We are camping here. Did she come for the pickles?” Bucky asks looking up from the floor.

“She did, Buck. Such a greedy little girl.” Steve chuckles with a dark grin but then his eyes land on your exposed swollen belly and his eyes soften.

“Give these to me…I want them.” You mutter trying to get hold of the pickles in his hands.

“Only if I can touch the bump.”

“That’s blackmailing…you’re a bad father. I’m craving this shit only as you told me pregnant women eat pickles. Give them to me…” You sniffle holding out your hands.

“Damn give her the pickles she’s close to tears, Stevie,” Bucky says unusual softly.

“Here…” Greedily grabbing the pickles you try to open the glass and fail. Cursing you try to get access to the sour little bitches, but the lid won’t move.

“It won’t open.” You whine and Steve takes the glass out of your hands to open it for you. Squealing you take the glass to sit onto a chair to stuff the sour cucumbers into your mouth.

“Damn she really is craving odd stuff.” Bucky chuckles sitting next to you. Wearing nothing but his boxers he places his metal hand onto the table to tap his fingers onto the wood.

“Not bad…” You mutter grabbing another pickle until an odd noise disturbs your cravings festival.

As soon as kick-ass starts hissing you know something’s off. “That’s kick-ass…something must be wrong.” You say and both men jump up.

“Stay here with her. I’ll go outside and check the surroundings. Maybe the cat only saw a mouse.” Steve says but then the door to your house bursts open…

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DARING DO and the

ADVENTURE of the X'IBIAN VASE!

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck) @ask-de-writer

And

Carmen Pondiego @askcarmenpondiego

Cover Art by

Doctor Dimension

52630 words

Writing begun 08/26/15

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Down in the comfortable lounge, with its dark, almost cave like atmosphere, she relaxed and had the waiter sit with her. They were quietly chatting in X'ibian while watching the front doors, over in the area of the lounge open to the public.

Soon the doors opened and a confident young looking mare with a forelock, mane and tail of an amazing blue that was almost black walked in. She had a single eye, centered in her forehead. She was carrying a document case.

Two big earth ponies, easily half again her size got up from a table and stated, “Just hand over the papers, Miss. We are Doctor Do’s personal secretaries and we will give them to her.”

“No. My orders are to put them directly into Daring Do’s hooves ONLY.”

One edged behind her, pulling a knife. The other pulling threatening hoof, ready to punch, demanded, “Hand over the papers or we are going to have to get REAL rough, got it?”

Her smile of sheer delight should have been a warning.

She dropped the dispatch case and backed hard. That slammed the one behind her into the stout doors of the club. Reaching back and grabbing, she had the thug’s foreleg. She lifted it to her shoulder and snapped down, while driving forward with her hind legs. With an audible snapping and rending of the joint, he flipped up, horror on his face. She slammed him down like a big meaty hammer on top of his fellow thug!

That unfortunate was trying to make a grab for the case when he was flattened. The mare, an expression of pure joy on her face, hauled her “hammer” back and whipped him over again. He not only hit his fallen comrade, his head flopped back as he came down. The shattering of his neck could be heard throughout the room.

She hoof rolled the corpse off his buddy and leaped almost to the ceiling, landing on one hoof, putting the full weight and force of her body on the last one’s spine. The splintering of ribs and the softer snapping of his spine announced the death of the second thug.

He twitched once and lay still. The cyclops eyed mare, simply glowing with delight, carefully rolled both bodies to the tiled part of the entryway. She examined the carpets and gave a high hoof!

Speaking at last, she exclaimed, “Perfect! Not one drop of blood on the carpet!”

With her face composed to a light professional smile, she came to Daring Do’s table.

She placed the case on the table. Daring Do smiled up at her and said, “Thank you, Cyrene. It is an honor that Eris sent her documents in the company of her best bodyguard. That was amazing to watch.”

Cy replied, “The honor is mine, Doctor Daring Do. In here are not only Eris’ releases and other documents, I have the honor of delivering the Royal documents and a formal notice that your expedition is under the Royal Wing.”

Turning to the Guadian, she made a deep formal X'ibian court bow and said, “I thank you, Guardian. I saw you draw your knife to throwing position but withhold your strike.”

He returned the bow and replied, “I saw that you did not need my assistance, Watcher of the Exalted One. We of the Guardians have been given the honor of watching recordings of your many actions on Her behalf.”

Cy replied, “I began by watching the works of your ponies on Her behalf. I learned much. I am pleased to be able to thank one of you in person.”

He put his hooves together and bowed his head. “The greatest compliment that a teacher may receive is a student who excels. The Student has far surpassed the teacher. We are proud.”

Daring Do, ignoring the nearly frantic police at the club entrance, opened the case and began to inventory the contents.

She was delighted at what she found. Expedition clearances, of course. Letters of credit. Travel documents from Equestria and the Chineighese Empire. There were even documents for X'ibia, even though it was technically a province of the Chineighese Empire. Her eyebrows rose at PRE CLEARED Chineighese Artifact transportation and export.

She muttered to herself, “They must not want a repeat of the Darkling collection fiasco.”

To her surprise, her comment brought a smile from both the normally impassive Guardian and Cy.

She had just packed it all back and sealed the case when a pony in the uniform of a Canterlot Police Sargent Major strutted up self-importantly and made a grab for the case, snapping, “This is evidence in a double murder!”

Cy’s blindingly fast move snapped his foreleg away from the case. She said in an utterly level voice, “Sargent Major Haystring, I would think that you would remember the last time that we met. It only took you five years to recover your rank.

“This is a formal legal statement in regard to the present double ponycide. I, Cyrene Yvonne Clopes, was given detached duty from Eris, Inc. My duty, given under the Royal Wing, was to deliver a case containing documents for Doctor of Antiquities, Daring Do.

“Entering the Adventurer’s Guild, I was accosted by two thugs attempting to steal the case and documents. They first tried the ruse of being Doctor Daring Do’s secretaries. When that failed they attacked me. I killed them both and delivered the documents properly.

“This whole event is legally protected by the Royal Wing of Equestria.”

Sargent Major Haystring sourly examined the ID’s offered by both Cy and Daring Do. Smarting under the memory of a five year dent in his career, he handed them back.

Truculently he demanded of Cy, “Don’t you ever let anypony live?”

To his surprise, she replied promptly, “Of course I do, if they have useful information for Eris or the Princesses. Otherwise, no. Where is the fun in letting slime ooze away?”

Defeated, he retreated to his fellow officers and held a conference of whispers with much hoof pointing at Cy and Daring Do.

The Guardian smiled serenely and offered, “If your personages will be so good as to follow me, we can avoid further foolishness on the part of these most unwise police.”

They both followed him into the tidy service areas of the Adventurer’s Guild. They passed through the surprisingly busy kitchen and on to a service elevator.

They went down two levels and got out in a big underground service tunnel filled with heavy cables, mains for water and other things that Daring Do did not have time to identify.

Cy did, though. She happily twirled several handwheels and pried open a big gray box. She pushed the button inside and neatly shut the box again. The Guardian watched with sparkling eyes. He quit trying to maintain an impassive face and started to chortle as he led them down the dusty and spider webbed service tunnel.

Cyrene, smiling angelically, explained, “The police were setting up a hard point in front of the Guild. They use the ponyholes for the electric and gas when they do it. Those all have emergency fire fighting pressure spray systems in them nowadays. I just routed the sewer into the fire fighting line and set off the sprinklers!”

Daring Do joined into the merriment as they trotted away down the rarely used tunnels. They emerged near the Canterlot Central Railroad Station. Daring Do bought them all tickets.

Almost as an anticlimax, the ride to the modest seaport of Milestago was uneventful. They enjoyed the scenery along the way and dark had fallen by the time that they arrived, but that was the worst of it.

Soon they were all relaxing around a table in the Rusty Barnacle. Their rooms were paid and a modest meal of the locally famous sea-grass, harvested only days before, was in front of them. Daring Do was studying the ship schedules and docking reservations.

Cy pushed back from the table and said, “Doctor Daring Do, It has been an honor to deliver the documents to you.” She paused and her face took on a grin that was paradoxically both savage and serene at once. “It was FUN, too! I am so glad that it did not upset you like it does so many others.”

Daring Do looked up from her schedules and asked, “Has been? Are you leaving us?”

“I will be with you until time to sail, Daring Do. Then I have duties for my Mistress, Eris.”

The next morning, they were assembled about the scarred and battered table in the Rusty Barnacle. With daylight, the delightfully tacky decor of the place stood out starkly in view. There were the usual nets festooned about, antique looking whale spears, phony treasure chests and, though it was easy to miss, in the corner, enmeshed in the net, dangled a lovely fake skeleton of Sea Unicorn.

Daring Do did take the time to admire the place once again. She had started many expeditions here and the management used that knowledge in their marketing.

Daring Do was picking at her breakfast while making many Magic Net mirror calls. Finally she sat to eat seriously.

She snickered as they all set out to examine the many assorted goods that she had ordered from the many Chandlers of Milestago. “Never turn your back on food. Who knows when you will get the chance to eat again?”

Their expedition’s supplies finally seen to, they reported to the ship that she had engaged. The Captain met them at the gangplank. He had a phony smile pasted onto his face. “I am sorry, Miss Daring Do. We have been otherwise engaged. They paid twice the lading deposit that you did. I have your deposit right here.”

He started to hand her a check. Before he could complete the action, Cy had him down, one hoof on his back, his foreleg bent up at an unnatural angle.

Over his yelps of pain, Cy said clearly, “GOLD ONLY. You were paid in gold. I do recognize the name that check is drawn on. R.O.T. will not honor it.

“Get Doctor Do the coin NOW. If you do not, you will be known as Captain Svien the three legged. If you survive.”

Perhaps it was the sheer happiness that was radiating from his assailant that caused the Captain to fold at once. “Nicor! Get the bag of coin from my quarters now!”

When Nicor showed up with the bag, he handed it over promptly.

Cy said cheerfully, “Count it, Doctor Do! It is five gold short, to make it look like a miscount of stacks. The good Captain has the missing five right here in his pocket!”

Betraying himself, the Captain demanded, “How could you know that?”

Daring Do instantly replied, “She is Eris’ personal bodyguard. Where there is anything amiss, Eris lets her know. Not sure how that works, but I’ve seen it happen often enough.”

They took the gold and left the Captain trying to rise on his twisted foreleg.

Sitting in the Rusty Barnacle, they were approached by an elderly faded red sea-pony with a wooden stump replacing part of his left hind leg. He had a battered captain’s cap worn around the stump of a horn. His eyes, though, nothing old about them.

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Not One of You Anymore: Part 22

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John Murphy x Griffin!Reader

Word count: 5756

Warnings: I don’t think anything? Maybe people getting hurt?

Y/N: Your Name

Summary:You weren’t meant to be born but you were so when you were ten your mom and the Chancellor sent you to the ground as a test for the 100

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Bellamy’s POV

Lincoln was helping me sneak into Mount Weather. We were going in the way the Reapers did, thought it was the easiest way. I needed to get in there so we could save everyone. Clarke and Lexa both wanted to know Y/N was okay so I really had to find her once I was in. Lincoln killed an animal while we were in the forest and cut it’s stomach open. He put the blood on his face so he looked like a Reaper.

“Okay.” I said kneeling down.

So we make it to the intake door without and of the real Reapers seeing us. What happens then?” I asked.

“I kill everyone, and you slip inside. Limestone.” He said and I pulled out a little pouch. He took it He stuck three fingers inside and dragged them down his face.

“Let’s go.” He said getting up.

“We have a lot of ground to cover before dark.” He said while I got up. We started walking again.

“Hey, I need to know what happened after the intake door.” I said.

“They remove your clothes. Blast you with boiling water, then douse you with something that burns even worse. And then we were sorted. The others were tagged ‘Harvest’. I was tagged ‘Cerberus’, turned into a Reaper.” He said

“Cerberus. Three-headed dog that guards the underworld.” I said and he looked at me confused.

“My mom read mythology to us all the time. Octavia loved it.” I said then there was a small pause.

“You’re good for her. You made her strong.” I said.

“She was already strong.” He said and I stopped walking making him turn around.

“Hey, I need to ask you something.” I said and he looked at me.

“You protected my sister before you even knew her. Why?” I asked.

“When I was a boy… I saw a ship fall from the sky. Like Raven’s, or Y/N’s. The man inside was hurt, his body broken, I couldn’t get him out.” He said.

“Suicide by Earth. I heard the stories in the guard. I just didn’t know they were true.” I said.

“I brought him food, water. I didn’t speak the enemy’s language yet. So I couldn’t understand him, but I wanted to. So on the third day, I told my father. He made me kill him. That’s why when Y/N came down I made a vow to myself that I would protect her, luckily she’s one of us now. She was lucky… The world’s been trying to turn me into a monster for as long as I can remember.” He said and I looked at the ground.

“Let’s keep moving.” He said and started to jog off.

“Wait.” I stopped him.

“The parking garage where we found you… it’s north, that way.” I said pointing.

“There’s a mine entrance closer to where the Reapers hand us over. We go into the underworld when we have to. Not before.” He said and ran off. I followed him.

“You really care about Y/N too.” I said and he nodded.

“She’s strong, she’s proven herself more than once.” He said.

“Then why do you call her little one?” I asked.

“She’s like a sister to me. Which is also why I’m helping you, I need to know she’s safe.” He said.

“Like you said, she’s strong. She’ll be okay.” I said and he nodded.

Y/N’s POV

I wasn’t allowed to see my friends anymore. Cage had me on lock down.. How the hell was I supposed to distract him when he was going in and out of the room!? I’m failing my friends, I’m failing Lexa, I’m failing everyone! Maybe they shouldn’t have saved me… Maybe I was meant to be Skai kru all along…

“Y/N? Sweetie? Are you alright?” Cage asked while we were laying in bed together, clothed thankfully.

“Yeah, I was just thinking, sorry…” I said and he turned me over.

“About?” He asked.

“My friends, My sister…” I said and he sighed.

“Sweetie, you can’t think about them. Your friends are alright, I just don’t want you to leave me for one of them.” He said and I nodded.

“I wouldn’t…” I lied.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t but I don’t want them getting any ideas.” He said and kissed my head.

“Now, just relax and get some rest, I’ll be back later.” He said getting up. He left the room and once again I was alone in this room that had become my cell.

John’s POV

The Grounders were coming here today, a meeting or something. I watched them walk in and two looked at me. I looked down at my cup, I wanted nothing to do with this. All I wanted to do was find Y/N.

“Alright, quiet down.” Kane said walking in. Him and a Grounder walked into the middle of the room.

“I know we don’t have a lot in common. But we do have a common enemy… and a common goal. And for us to reach it, to get our people out of Mount Weather… we need to work together. Ongeta. (Together) He said looking at the lady Grounder.

“Skai kru and tri kru. Our survival depends on our…” He went on when one of the Grounders came up to me.

“You got a problem?” I asked him.

“Yu soud en stare round der ustega ai flush clean.” (You stood there watching while my village was massacred.) He said to me, but I couldn’t understand him.

“I’m sorry, man. I don’t speak Grounder.” I said with a bit of a smirk and he knocked my cup out my hands. I got up and shoved him back. Everyone looked at us, but I didn’t care.

“Mr. Murphy. Apologize to that man.” Kane said.

“For what? He was the one who came at me.” I said annoyed.

“Two day’s work detail.” He said and I looked at him.

“Work detail? I just told you I didn’t-”

“Care to make it three?” He said cutting me off. I shut my mouth and looked back at the guy. I rolled my eyes and started walking off.

“You’re gonna burn just like your friend.” The grounder said making me stop. I turned around and punched him right in the face.

“Murphy! Murphy back off!” Kane shouted as a crowd started to form.

“Murphy stop!” He shouted coming up to us.

“Knock it off!” Octavia shouted coming up to us as well.

“You think Y/N would be happy about you fighting them?” I heard Octavia yell which made me pause and I got punched.

Clarke’s POV

“This argument is a waste of time. It is simple. If they can’t breathe our air, why not just open the door and be done with it? Let them burn.” Someone suggested.

“Burn them. Burn them.” The others nodded in agreement.

“No, because they have a containment system. Multiple airlocks just like we had on The Ark. Our inside man can shut that down.” I said.

“If he gets inside” He said.

“What id we shut it down from the outside?” Lexa suggested and I looked at her.

“You say the dam gives them power, let’s take that away.” She said.

“That dam withstood a nuclear war, Commander I highly doubt-”

“Agh! All she offers is no.” He growled cutting me off.

“Quint.” Lexa said and gave him a hard stare. He stood back up and looked back at her.

“Apologies, Commander. But the biggest army we’ve ever had waits for us to give it a mission. The longer that takes, the more of our people die inside that mountain.” Quint said.

“It’s the same for all of us.” I said.

“We’ve lost thousands. How many have you lost, girl?” He asked and I just looked down.

“She says she has a plan. I say waiting for one man to get inside… is not a very good one.” He said.

“I agree with Quint.” Another man said.

“W have an army, let’s use it.” He added.

“We will. After Bellamy lowers their defenses, turns off the acid fog. I don’t care how many men you have. If you can’t get to your enemy, you can’t win.” I said.

“You are the enemy.” Quint growled.

“I’m sorry, have I done something to offend you?” I asked him.

“Yes.” He said walking up to me.

“You burned my brother alive in a ring of fire.” He said and I looked down.

“He shouldn’t have attacked my ship.” I said in his face.

“You’re very brave under the Commander’s protection, aren’t you?” He asked back.

“Pleni.” (Enough.) Lexa said to him.

“Ai can't be in an hukop kom emo kru.” (I can't be in an alliance with these people.) He said then walked off. I sighed and looked at Lexa, I had no idea what he was saying.

“Quint’s right. Waiting for Bellamy is not a plan. It’s a prayer, and one that’s not likely to be answered.” She said.

“Excuse me. I need some air.” I said and walked out.

Bellamy’s POV

I looked at he map Clarke had given me then up at the mountain. This wasn’t gonna be easy… I sighed and turned back to Lincoln who was digging in the dirt.

“The mountain has many eyes between here and then tunnels. From now on, details must be exact.” He said.

“What if we run into real Reapers? Wouldn’t they wonder where you’ve been?” I asked.

“All they see is the Red. Once you’re taken, nothing else matters. Just how you’ll get more.” He said.

“How much do you remember from when you were on it?” I asked.

“Everything.” He answered and stood up.

“Turn around.” He told me and I did. He placed a thick tree branch on my neck and I moved my hands behind it.

Clarke’s POV

I went into the woods to clear my head. When I heard someone behind me. I looked over and saw Quint staring at me. I just turned back around and continued walking. He was following me.

“Now so brave now, are you, sky girl?” He called out. I paused behind a tree then walked out and saw he wasn’t there anymore. I looked around then an arrow shot into the tree next to me. I looked at where it came from and saw him aiming at me now. I turned and ran. Hi arrow missed me and I kept running, I knew he would chase me. I kept running until I was out of breath. I stopped but heard a noise. I pulled out my gun and aimed but saw it was only Byrne.

“Byrne. Thank God, Quint-” I cut myself off as she turned to me, he right arm was completely missing.

“Save yourself.” She said out of breath then fell to the ground.

John’s POV

I watched from inside the Ark as they wasted bullets on practice. How could they be so stupid? We needed those! What if something happens and we run out of ammo? It’ll be all their fault! Fucking idiots.

“Save your bullets for the Grounders.” I mumbled to myself.

“I take it you don’t approve?” Jaha asked and I turned around. I ignored him and just went back to mopping the floor.

“I asked you a question.” He said forcefully.

“Who cares what I think?” I said to him.

“I do.” He said and I looked up at him.

“Or I wouldn’t have asked.” He added moving closer.

“I think the Grounders can go to hell.” I said pissed.

“Isn’t Y/N one of them? I understand you care about her.” He said and I glared at him.

“Don’t you talk about her.” I said, he was the one that sent her down here.

“You do care about her.” He said.

“But you hate the Grounders.” He added.

“She’s not like them.” I answered.

“I got you off work detail.” He said changing the subject.

“Why?” I asked.

“You knew my son.” He said and I gulped.

“And I’d like you to take me to his grave.” He said and I looked away from him.

“Now that there’s a truce, it’s safe for me to go and say goodbye.” He said.

“Then you can get someone else to take you.” I said and started walking off.

“I’m told the graves are unmarked.” He said and I stopped walking, putting the mop back in the bucket.

“You can show me which is him.” He said and I looked back at him. Why the hell would I do this for him of all people?

“You can hold the mop, or you can hold the gun.” He said pulling out a pistol. I looked at him and grabbed it. I walked off and he followed me.

Clarke’s POV

I was running and running. Did Quint do that to her? Was it Mount Weather? Or could it have been something else entirely? As I was running I was tackled to the ground. The person turned me over and I saw it was Quint. I struggled against him and tried to get free. He grabbed my neck and held me down.

“For my brother!” He growled and pulled out a knife. He lifted it in the air but before he could bring it down someone tossed a knife into his wrist. He fell off me and I got up to see Lexa and another Grounder walking over. She pulled out the knife and Quint groaned.

“Jomp em op en yu jomp ai op.” (Attack her and you attack me.) She said something to him and he looked up at her.

“Thank you.” I said to her.

“Where’s your guard?” She asked me.

“He killed her.” I said looking at him.

“Em ste speech. ai gonplei ste only kom em.” (She lies. My fight is only with her.) He said getting up.

“yu gonplei ste odon.” (Your fight is over.) She said and he looked back at her shocked.

“The kill is yours, Clarke.” She said looking over at me. I gripped the gun at my side and started at him then Lexa then back at him. We heard a loud growl or something and everyone looked around.

“What is that?” I asked in a whisper.

“Pauna.” Lexa answered. She pulled out her sword and slashed it into Quint’s leg. He screamed and fell to the ground.

“Run!” Lexa screamed and I turned. The three of us ran and I could hear his screams behind us.

“We need to hide!” Lexa said.

“Here! I found something!” I called and the three of us ran into a large tube. We came out the other side and there were skulls and animal carcuses all over the place.

“What is this place?” I asked.

“It’s her feeding ground.” Lexa said. We heard it roawr again.

“Let’s go.” I said and we started climbing. We got to the top and it sounded like it was getting closer. We saw a tree get knocked down then what looked like an ape jumped in. It attacked Lexa’s man and then looked at us. I shot it once then it tossed a rock at us. I shot it a few more times then it fell down. We looked over and it got back up.

“Run!” She screamed and the two of us ran. We got to an edge and looked down to see a door. I jumped down and hurt my ankle a bit, but nothing too bad. Then Lexa jumped and she hit the ground hard. She screamed and I walked over to help her up. The ape jumped down and we rushed to the door. I got through but Lexa fell and and the ape grabbed her.

“Leave me!” She cried.

“No way!” I said and pulled out the gun I had. I held it up and shot four times. It let her go and I pulled her through. I kicked the bar that was holding it open and we ran. I noticed a door and kicked it open. I dragged her inside and laid her down.

“Give me your sword.” I said and pulled it from her back. I shut the door and placed her sword to keep it closed. We heard banging and I looked down at Lexa.

John’s POV

I was taking Jaha to see Well’s grave. The man that killed my father for trying to help me. The man that send Y/N down here when she was ten. The man that send us all down here to die. We were walking to the drop ship and I just wanted to get this over with.

“It’s extraordinary, isn’t it?” He asked and I looked back at him.

“Oh, just give it a few days.” I said.

“I may not know everything that happened before I got down here, but I do know something about what you’re feeling, son.” He said and I stopped walking.

“Don’t call me that.” I said turning to look at him.

“I’m nobody’s son.” I said.

“You made sure of that.” I added and started walking again.

“I remember your father.” He said.

“Yeah, right.” I said scoffing.

“Alex Murphy. Convicted of theft of rationed medicine. He stole it to take care of you.” He said and I glanced back at him.

“I remember them all.” He said.

“Yes you let Abby live for having a second child and send her down here, where you thought she died.” I said.

“We’re here.” I said before he could say anything else.

“Home, sweet home.” I said annoyed.

“Graveyard’s this way.” I said walked over to it.

I was dark now and Jaha was at his son’s grave. I walked over and sighed.

“You about done?” I asked. I didn’t want to feel bad for him, he didn’t deserve it. But a part of me couldn’t help it, I would never let him know that thought.

“We gotta be heading back.” I added.

“How well did you know him?” He asked.

“Well enough to be hung for his murder.” I answered and he looked at me shocked, I just smirked.

“Clarke sugar coated it for you, didn’t she?” I asked and he stood up.

“What happened to my son?” He asked.

“A twelve year old girl stabbed him in the neck with a knife she took from me.” I answered.

“Why would she do that?” He asked.

“She couldn’t kill you.” I answered and he looked shocked.

“Yeah, see you got a lot of blood on your hands, Chancellor. Every single one of them, including your son would still be alive if you hadn’t sent us down here.” I said.

“If I didn’t send you, they would have died on The Ark with the rest of us.And we would’ve never known that Earth was survivable. And you wouldn’t have met Y/N.” He said and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“I said don’t talk about her.” I growled.

“Their sacrifice is why we are here. Good can come out of even the darkest acts, John.” He added and I just started at him. He looked around then started walking away.

“Camp ‘You’ is that way!” I called pointing behind the graveyard.

“We’ll rest at the dropship for a while.” He called back.

“Suit yourself.” I said and followed him.

Bellamy’s POV

We kept walking in the forest, me following Lincoln like I was his prisoner. He had a makeshift rope around my neck leading me. We made it to the entrance of the cave when we paused.

“Come on.” I said, I could tell he was hesitant about going back here, but we needed to save our friends.

“Let’s do this.” I added. We walked into the dark cave and went to find the door so we could get in.

Kane’s POV

We watched at Octavia stood in front of Indra. The Grounders were going on a hunt for food, we didn’t have enough. I stood with the guards and watched the girl the hid under the floor for most her life stand up to Indra.

“Time for one more?” She asked.

“Step aside, sky girl. We’re hungry.” Indra growled at her.

“Make me.” Octavia said.

“Fio! Give this girl what she wants.” Indra ordered. A man pulled out his sword and Octavia walked up to him. I looked on curiously.

“Sir?” A guard asked.

“It’s alright. Let her go.” I said.

“Let’s do this.” Octavia said. She swung first and he blocked her. She kept swinging and when he had an opening he kneed her in the stomach and grabbed her arm. He threw her to the ground and picked his sword back up. He turned around and started to walk away, but Octavia was getting back up.

“Hey, are you gonna give up that easily?” She asked out of breath. The Grounder looked back at her shocked.

“She wants more. Oblige her.” Indra said. This time he swung first and she sung back but he dodged. She swung again but he punched her in the face then elbowed her in the face and knocked her to the ground once again. She nose was bleeding but still she got up.

“Indra. Stop this.” I ordered, I was worried for Octavia’s safety.

“Takem on lik ozon.” (Finish it) She said. The Grounder kicked her but she stayed up. Octavia got a few punches in but he punched her to the ground again. He turned around and said something to his people, but Octavia got up once again. She ran up to punch him but he grabbed her arm and twisted it. She let out a scream but spit her blood in his face. He wiped his face and punched her in the stomach, she was on the ground again. He kicked her again sending her to her back, but still she tried to get up. He went to hit her again but Indra stopped him.

“Pleni. Same time en time setral down.” (Enough. Even a fool knows when to surrender.) She said to him and they all walked off. I walked up to Octavia and helped her up.

“I got you.” I said and brought her to her feel.

“I got you.” I said again putting her arm around my neck.

“What are you trying to prove?” I asked her.

“What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.” She said weakly. I looked at her at I brought her into The Ark.

Clarke’s POV

It was dark now and the banging had stopped. I was currently tying a makeshift sling around Lexa to keep her arm from moving.

“You should’ve left me behind.” She said as I finished.

“Now two will die here instead of one.” She said.

“I’m still new to your culture, but when someone saves your life, my people say ‘Thank you’.” I said walking over to the bars and looking out.

“I’m serious, Clarke.” She said and I tried to break the bars.

“To lead well, you must make hard choices.” She said and I turned back to face her.

“Hard choices? You’re telling me that?” I asked walking up to her.

“I’ve seen your strength. It’s true. But now you waver. You couldn’t kill Quint. You couldn’t leave me to die. That was weakness.” She said.

“I thought love was weakness.” I said and turned away from her again.

“Mockery is not the product of a strong mind, Clarke. I honestly can’t believe you are Y/N’s family.” She said.

“You wanna know why I saved you?” I asked turning and walking back up to her.

“Because I need you. God forbid one of your generals becomes Commander. You may be heartless, Lexa, but at least you’re smart.” I said and she smirked at me.

“Don’t worry. My spirit will choose much more wisely than that.” She said.

“Your spirit?” I asked confused.

“When I die, my spirit will find the next Commander.” She explained.

“Reincarnation.That’s how you became Commander?” I asked.

“How are your leaders chosen?” She asked but before I could answer there was a loud bang from above. The banging on the door returned at I felt fear flow through my body.

“It found us.” I said.

“Don’t be afraid, Clarke. Death is not the end.” She said.

“We are not dying here.” I said.

“I need your spirit to stay where it is.” I added.

“Then get ready to fight. It’s coming in.” She said pulling out a knife and took a few steps forward.

“Maybe we let it in.” I said walking towards the door.

“Come here!” I called and she moved next to me.

“Now!” I shouted and pulled her sword off the door. It fell through the door and ended up a few feet away from us.

“Go!” I called and pushed her through the door. I ran out after her and shut the door locking it behind us.

“Let’s go.” Lexa said and I nodded.

John’s POV

The two of us sat in the dropship waiting for morning to come. Jaha had a small container and offered me some of that was inside. I raised my hand as a well to tell him I’m good.

“You sure? You must be hungry.” He said.

“No one give anything without expecting something in return.” I said and he sighed.

“That’s a cynical way to go through life, John.” He said.

“You pull me off work detail, you offer me food. Why you being so nice to me?” I asked suspicious.

“Everyone deserves a second chance.” He said and I just looked at him.

“That’s why we sent The Hundred to the Earth in the first place. Why we sent Y/N all those years ago.” He said.

“What a load of crap.” I said.

“You didn’t give a damn about us, about Y/N. You still don’t. That’s why you’re not fighting for those kids in Mount Weather.” I said annoyed.

“No, I have to think of everyone.” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“I know you don’t wanna hear this, but sometimes, you have to sacrifice the few to save the many. Like I said, good can come out of even the darkest acts.” He said.

“Then you can take it from me that no good has come from any of this. I was pardoned, slate wiped clean. I’m still treated like dirt.” I growled.

“You’ve made mistakes. So have I.” He said.

“Well, I’m nothing like you, Chancellor.” I said.

“No? We both should’ve died several times over. We both have suffered at the hands of the Grounders. We both have been betrayed and imprisoned by our own people.” He said.

“But only one of us sent a ten year old to the ground, thought she died, and didn’t bat an eye.” I said with narrowed eyes and he sighed.

“But, I guess that just means there’s not a place for either of us right now. Great. I thought you were supposed to be inspiring.” I said and he smiled.

“There is a place for all of us.” He said and I looked at him confused.

“When I first landed on Earth, I met a woman who spoke of a place beyond the dead zone. A place where everyone is accepted. A City of Light.” He said and I rolled my eyes with a scoff.

“That sounds like a fairy tale.” I said.

“Or a second chance.” He said.

“You don’t even know if it’s real.” I said being real.

“You’re right, I don’t. But I believe.” He said and I smirked.

“Okay. Well, that’s good for you, Chancellor.” I said then moved my bag.

“Very good.” I said and laid down on it.

“I’m gonna find it, John.” He said and paused.

“And once I do I’m gonna come back and lead my people home.” He said and I just looked at him.

Y/N’s POV

It was late and Cage was luckily working on something so I was alone. I only say luckily because that means he won’t want to try anything tonight. I was in my pajamas that he had gotten me and sat on the bed. I had my sketchbook in my lap and was looking at the drawing I made of John. I couldn’t keep my mind off him, I was so worried about him. Was he okay? Was he still with my people? Were they hurting him? What he even alive? I couldn’t help the tears that overflowed from my eyes. How can I care about someone that I hardly know? I just wanted to be with him again. He made me feel safe in a sea of strangers.

I then thought about Lexa. If I ever get out of here, how can I face her? Love is weakness. Our enemies will use my love for him against me. They’ll hurt him. Or worse, kill him. John could end up like poor Costia… I couldn’t let that happen to him, but I couldn’t stop my heart from loving him…

“Love can be powerful little one, it’s simply unavoidable when you meet the right person.” Lincoln’s words rang through my head. He was always telling me things that were opposite of what Lexa was telling me. The two of them were completely different people, yet, both people that I looked up to.I loved them both, but simply as family. It was a different type of love, one that couldn’t be used against you as easily. If one of them died I’d be crushed, but we were trained not to show weakness.

“Love is weakness.” Lexa’s voice rang through my head.

“Love is weakness.” I whispered and shut my sketchbook. I hid it under the bed so Cage wouldn’t find it and then went to sleep.

Bellamy’s POV

The two of us were walking through the caves. It was like a never ending maze. I had no idea how the Reapers ever remembered every path, it was a little crazy. Then again they aren’t sane anymore. As we were walking Lincoln paused.

“Why are we stopping?” I asked. He looked down and stepped on a little glass bottle that was on the ground. He was breathing heavy and seemed off.

“You okay?” I asked.

“As soon as they open the intake doors, we attack. Do not let it close.” He said and I nodded.

“Once they’re all dead, you go in. I’ll make it look like you escaped.” He said and I nodded again. He sighed.

“Once you’re inside-”

“I know.” I said cutting him off. We heard shouting in the distance and looked back to see a small glow of a fire.

“Another raider party.” He said and started untying me.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“We have to go back. It’s the only way.” He said panicking.

“Go back? No way!” I growled.

“There’s three, maybe four.” He said.

“We can fight our way through! We’ll never get a better chance.” I said pulling away from him.

“I thought I could do this, but I can’t. Okay? It’s over.” He said.

“No, it’s not.” I said.

“We can join them.” I said once he stopped.

“Listen to me. When they bring out the Red, you grab it, and you run like hell. The Reapers will go nuts, the Grounders will run and Mountain Men will have to deal with it. No one will be looking for a Grounder running into the mountain.” I said and he grabbed me and shoved me to the ground.

“I said no!” He growled. The tree on was tied to fell off and I charged at him.

“Fight back. They’ll think I’m trying to escape. Do it for Y/N. Your people.” I said and he did. I was on my knees in two seconds and the Reapers were walking up to us.

“Disha won tried kom wander off. Em's mine.” (This one tried to wander off. He's mine.) Lincoln said.

“Takem put em round tree bonuday.” (Put him on the log.) The Reaper said. I didn’t know what they were saying, I didn’t speak enough Grounder yet. Lincoln lifted me up and they tied me up.

John’s POV

I woke up to a bunch of voices outside. I walked out with Jaha and saw a small group of people gathered outside of the ship. He was greeting all of them. I was very confused.

“Hey, what the hell is this?” I asked.

“We’re going to the City of Light.” Jaha said.

“You’re going now? There’s a million ways to die out there.” I said.

“Well, if it’s not your time, nothing can kill you. But if it is your time, it only takes one.” He said and I shook my head walking up to them.

“Do you even have a map?” I asked.

“No.” He answered.

“Then how do you know where you’re going?” I asked.

“We don’t, but I will not be ruled by fear. You wanna stop being treated like a criminal, then you have to stop thinking that’s all you are. Take this leap of faith with me, John Murphy. And let me show you there is so much more for you, then this.” He said looking at the dropship. I looked at him for a minute before answering.

“I’m not going without Y/N.” I said.

“Then we’ll wait for you here.” He said and I nodded.

Bellamy’s POV

They stripped me of my clothes. I had a blindfold on so I couldn’t see anything, but I was cold. Someone was speaking loudly around me, one of the Reapers. I wasn’t sure which one. I was guessing it was was one that walked up to Lincoln and I. They took the blindfold off and I looked up at Lincoln then back down. The door opened and four people in hazmat suits walked out.

“Stay back, or you don’t get your dose.” He said and there was an annoying high pitched noise. The reapers stepped back and I looked at Lincoln. A woman walked down the line and she looked at me.

“Harvest.” She said. I watched at Lincoln got on his knees to get the drug. I shook my head to try and tell him not to, but he did it anyway.

“Harvest them all.” She said and they grabbed me. I couldn’t fight them without Lincoln. They took me inside and there was nothing I could do… At least I was inside… Right?

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Another Brick In The Wall: Chapter 8

a/n: Effusive thanks to @hollyethecurious for the artwork! I love it so much! Thanks also to everyone for reading, commenting, kudos-ing, and reblogging! I'm so pleased by the way people have been engaging with this story. Love you all xxx

Summary: Emma Swan, sheriff’s daughter, mayor’s niece, quarterback’s girlfriend, is the undisputed princess of Storybrooke High. She is smart and confident and used to getting what she wants. What she wants is Killian Jones, the new boy in school. But Killian is not easily manipulated, and reluctant to allow the dark secrets in his past to touch the girl he is rapidly falling in love with.

Rating: T

Tags for: @darkcolinodonorgasm @jennjenn615 and @resident-of-storybrooke

Chapter 8:

Killian was out of school for a week, for a “mental health break” he called it with a chuckle, apparently a term he’d gotten from Dr Hopper. He saw the psychiatrist daily during this break and spent the rest of his time at the harbour with Liam, working on their boat, reading, playing his guitar, and talking with his brother about everything that had happened.

“We’ve hashed it all out in excruciating detail,” he told Emma as they sat together in the boat’s cabin, she working on her college essays while he practiced a new song. “It’s such a relief to be able to really talk to Liam again. There was a time when we had no secrets between us. He showed me all the information he had collected on Milah and her situation. Apparently her divorce is almost finalised and next month she’s starting a job teaching English in Japan.” He smiled. “She’ll like that, a chance to travel. What she always wanted.”

“Hmmmph,” said Emma, glaring at the screen of her laptop as she typed rapidly.

“Swan,” he admonished, giving her a mock scowl as he strummed a chord at her.

Emma slammed her hands down on the keyboard. “Killian, I just don’t know how you can be so forgiving after what she did to you.”

He set the guitar aside and his expression became serious. “I have to be, don’t you see?” he asked, looking at her intently. “I can’t hold on to my anger or it will eat me alive. I didn’t even realise how angry I was until Dr Hopper helped me see it, and how by not acknowledging it, allowing myself to feel it, and then letting it go, I was only hurting myself. Besides, I did genuinely care about Milah, and I’m glad she’s finally in a place where she can be happy.”

“Hmmmmph.” Emma concentrated on deleting the gibberish she’d produced by her attack on the keyboard.

“A place that doesn’t include me,” said Killian brightly, picking up the guitar again and plucking out a cheery tune. “That’s good, isn’t it Swan?”

“I suppose so,” she grumbled. “Though I’d still prefer if the place was dark and scary and full of nettles.” He laughed heartily at that and she couldn’t hold back an answering smile. “Hey, I’m nearly done with this, will you read it over and make sure it’s okay? Just check my grammar and punctuation and stuff.”

“Of course, love, though I’m sure it’s already brilliant.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Freed from the weight of his worry and guilt, Killian gradually began to smile more easily, and his witty, teasing nature (“cheeky git,” Liam called him, his voice irritated but with a relief so profound it bordered on joy in his eyes) came more readily to the fore. When he returned to school the following Monday, he moved through the halls with a swagger that Emma had never seen on him before. Unlike the arrogant, bullying one that Neal always had Killian’s evoked a simple self-assurance that she had to concede looked really good on him. Despite how much emotional baggage he still had to work through he clearly wasn’t burdened by shame anymore, and equally clearly did not intend to take any crap from anyone.

This made itself evident that morning when he shut his locker and turned towards his first class, only to find himself confronted by Felix and Rufio.

“Really, chaps?” he said, raising an eyebrow at them. “You couldn’t even wait until after school so you could chuck me into the bins, like proper high school bullies?”

This mockery went clean over the other boys’ heads, and they continued to block his path, trying to look intimidating while also trying not to be intimidated by Killian’s calm demeanor and his amused expression.

Felix, the sligtly cleverer of the two, suspected he was being laughed at but couldn’t put his finger on why. He didn’t like it.

Bristling, he sneered at Killian. “Bet you think you’ve won,” he snarled. “Now that Neal’s in jail and out of the way. Now you can move in on Emma like you did on that—” he broke off as Killian stepped into his space. There wasn’t much difference in height between them, but somehow Felix had the impression of Killian towering over him, his face calm but his eyes darkly furious, and for once in his life he felt a stab of genuine fear.

“I’m only going to say this once,” growled Killian in the new, lower register his voice had taken on more often of late, “So you’d better listen carefully. Your mate Neal is a criminal, and not even a good one. He’s in jail because he’s stupid, and that’s nothing to do with me. I have no doubt it’s where he’d always have ended up eventually. Bit of advice: If you’re going to steal confidential information, don’t take pictures of the evidence on your phone, and definitely don’t then show those pictures to the sheriff’s daughter. Neal got what he deserved. I now consider this matter closed, and if you or anyone else—” he raised his voice so that the rapidly assmbling crowd of onlookers could all hear, “—tries to take it any further, you will not care for the repercussions.”

Felix wasn’t sure what “repercussions” were, but the hint of repressed violence in Killian’s manner made him keen not to find out. He had always been content to follow Neal, less out of respect for the other boy than a simple unwillingness to make a thing out of Neal’s belligerent insistence that he should be the one in charge, but he’d always sensed that there wasn’t much substance underneath Neal’s bluster. Killian however didn’t bluster. He simply stated facts, and Felix could tell that he was not the sort of person to make a threat he couldn’t back up with action. Perhaps it was time to step out of Neal’s shadow, thought Felix, and take over leadership of their little gang. He certainly couldn’t do a worse job of it than Neal had, and escalating a pointless conflict with a guy who looked prepared to fight dirty if necessary was much more Neal’s style than Felix’s. He nodded at Killian, and stepped back. Rufio looked surprised but followed his lead.

Killian nodded back then transferred his glare to the crowd of onlookers, which had grown considerably in the past thirty seconds and now included Emma and Ruby, he could see out of the corner of his eye. “As for what you may have heard about me,” he said, loudly enough for all to hear. “It’s all true.” He smirked for a moment as a gasp went through the crowd, then his expression hardened. “It’s also no one’s business but mine, and those in whom I choose to confide. This is all I have to say on the subject. Now, if you’ll all excuse me I don’t wish to be late for class.” He slung his satchel over his shoulder and headed down the hall, turning his head briefly to shoot Emma a wink. People moved aside to let him pass and as soon as he had turned the corner furious whispering erupted in his wake.

Ruby pursed her lips. “I may have underestimated him,” she remarked.

Emma’s heart was pounding, a familiar occurrence where Killian was concerned, but this time it felt different. She’d been worried about how he would react to the ineveitable curiosity and questions from their classmates, but this smooth handling of a potentially explosive situation instead of calming her fears instead filled her with the wild desire to run after him, to fling herself into his arms and kiss them both breathless.

“He’s just so wonderful,” she sighed, and Ruby laughed.

“Down, girl,” she teased. “I’ll grant you this one’s worth your time, unlike the douchemaster general, but remember we’re in school. No one wants to see that.”

Emma rolled her eyes and gave her friend a shove, but the butterflies continued rhumba-ing around her insides, this time accompanied by an odd, hollow sort of ache as she remembered her resolution not to pursue Killian anymore. She was now all but certain that she loved him, that beyond the hot, tingly sensation she always felt in his presence lay a profound devotion. She would do anything for him, sacrifice anything to give him what he needed, and that terrified her. For the first time in her life Emma felt vulnerable, exposed, as though her chest were torn open and her heart lain bare to the mercies of fate and one gorgeous, troubled boy. She hated it. Even knowing that Killian would never intentionally hurt her was no consolation when the truth was that he could hurt her simply by caring deeply for her as a friend. If that was all she could ever have from him she would take it, she knew, without pushing for more, but it would be a wound on her heart that would never heal.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“He’s a bully,” shrugged Killian at lunchtime, when Emma, this time accompanied by a very inquisitive Ruby, found him in the library. “Bullies are just cowards at their core, and cowards are easy to intimidate. He won’t do anything because he won’t want to call my bluff. I might not be able to back it up but he’ll be too scared to risk finding out.”

“And what would you have done if he had called your bluff?” inquired Ruby.

Killian shrugged again. “Probably got the shit kicked out of me.”

“Would you have, though?” Ruby pressed, watching him through narrowed eyes.

He returned her stare with a look of wide-eyed innocence. “There were two of them to only one of me. Seems inevitable.”

“Does it?” Ruby’s disbelief was almost palpable, and having fenced with Killian for months now Emma shared her friend’s suspicion that he was deliberately underplaying his fighting skills.

“Let’s hope we never have to find out,” said Killian with a small smile, in a tone of voice that made it clear he would answer no more questions on the subject. “I quite like my face arranged the way it is.”

“It is a nice face,” said Ruby with a wolfish grin that widened as Killian’s ears turned pink. “But I didn’t come here just to flatter you. Victor asked me to ask you if he could have your phone number.”

“My number?” Killian blinked in surprise.

“Yeah, there’s some concert in Portland and he doesn’t have anyone to go with and he thought you might be interested.”

“Um, sure, I guess.” Killian rattled off the number and Ruby sent Victor a text. A minute later his phone buzzed and he looked at it, snorting as he read the message. “Bit of a wanker, your boyfriend,” he remarked to Ruby.

“I don’t know what that is but I’m somehow sure that Victor is one,” smirked Ruby. “Is that gonna be a problem?”

“Not at all, I’m rather fond of wankers,” said Killian absently as he typed his reply. “My brother is one, after all.” His phone buzzed again almost instantly and he raised an eyebrow at what he read on it.

“Ems, I think maybe we should leave the boys to their chat,” said Ruby, and as much as she hated to sacrifice free time with Killian, from the way he was fixated on his phone, his expression almost gleeful as he typed rapidly, Emma had to admit she was probably right.

“Okay,” she said. “See you in class in a few minutes, Killian. And maybe hang out after school?”

“Hmmm? Oh, I have an appointment with Dr Hopper at four, but I can text you when I’m done.”

“Okay.” She smiled at him but his attention was back on his phone, so she followed Ruby out of the library trying not to feel too disgruntled. Killian should have other friends, she told herelf firmly, male ones who shared his interests. That was normal, and he could use some normal in his life right now.

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Over the next few weeks, things at school settled back into a routine, albeit one that was markedly different than it had been. Neal had been officially arrested after David’s investigation, charged with burglary, theft, and theft of a medical record, and was facing up to five years in prison. His parents had put up their house as collateral to pay his bail, but weren’t allowing him to return to school.

“Not much point when he’ll just go straight back to the slammer after he’s sentenced,” said Ruby viciously. “So much for that football scholarship he was so cocky about.”

Emma tried to find some compassion for Neal and what was basically the wreck and ruin of his future, but couldn’t dredge up a single particle of it. He had committed several felonies for no other reason than to stick it to Killian for outsmarting him and for becoming her friend, and he’d committed them flagrantly and with no thought to the consequences. He’d probably thought there wouldn’t be any consequences. Killian was right: Neal deserved everything that was coming to him, if only for being so colossally, arrogantly stupid.

People still whispered about Killian as he walked through the halls but true to character he paid little attention. He did, however, gradually began to open up more and allow more of himself to show through his defences, willingly participating in classes and talking to people other than Emma and Ruby. By the time finals week arrived had actually made a few friends.

Killian reflected wryly that in a twisted sort of way Neal had done him a favour. With all his secrets now out on the open he was free to embrace the opportunity for a new life he’d found in Storybrooke. Not that there had been anything particularly wrong with the old life, at least since his father had finally left. He’d been a mean old drunk, Brennan Jones, and by the time he’d been forced to flee his creditors for good, stealing a boat from Bristol harbour and melting into the offshore underworld, his sons had been glad to see the back of him. Killian thought about what he himself had been like back then, before Milah, and even though it had only been about a year since he’d first become involved with her so much had changed both in his circumstances and in himself, he feared that hopeful, enthusiastic boy was lost forever. Who exactly had taken his place was the question Killian had asked himself daily for weeks now, and he still wasn’t sure how to answer it. He’d become so used to holding everything in, to keeping such a tight rein on his thoughts and feelings that letting them out, accepting that it was okay to express them had become almost unbelievably difficult. The only person he felt even remotely comfortable being fully himself with aside from Liam was Emma, whose support and friendship remained unwavering as he bumbled and struggled thorough the reclamation of his life, and he remained intensely grateful for it.

Only one thing about Emma troubled him-- that she no longer seemed to be interested in anything beyond his friendship. All the little hints and cues she had been giving him since they’d met were suddenly gone, and while he was relieved to be free of the added stress of constantly resisting something that part of him desperately wanted, he couldn’t help wondering if there was a darker motivation for this abrupt about-face. Perhaps, whispered an evil little voice in his head, Emma was actually more disgusted by his past than she let on and was simply too kind to tell him directly. Maybe the thought of him touching her turned her stomach now. He certainly couldn’t blame her if it did.

“What do you want from your relationship with Emma?” asked Dr Hopper one afternoon, after Killian had finally brought himself to mention the change in her behaviour. “Do you want it to be romantic?”

Killian frowned, struggling to sort through the complex tangle of his feelings about and for Emma. “I don’t want a romantic relationship with anyone,” he said finally. “I still feel too messed up for anything like that. But I— I’m still really attracted to her. I think about her all the time, about how we kissed at her party, and I want to kiss her again pretty much constantly, but then I remember Milah and how I thought I felt about her, and I just—”

“You don’t trust your judgement.”

“Yeah.”

“Killian, it’s important for you to remember that you have a much more equal relationship with Emma than you ever did with Milah.”

“Equal, with Emma?” Killian snorted. “You have met her, right?”

Dr Hopper smiled patiently. “I understand that you feel she’s beyond your reach, and that’s a separate issue, but what I mean by equal is that she’s your age and at your stage of life. With Milah you were constantly struggling to relate to her life and her experiences, and when you couldn’t you attempted to make up for that by offering her the affection and sexual attention she craved. You forced yourself to offer these things even though you didn’t genuinely feel them because you feared the consequences of not offering them. But with Emma there is no need to manufacture anything. She is placing no demands on you and therefore any attraction and affection you feel for her is genuine.”

“But what should I do about it?”

“Why should you have to do anything? You said you’re not ready for a romantic relationship, and that’s fine. Let yourself heal. The process is slow and frustrating, but believe me you are making progress. Let your feelings for Emma and your relationship with her develop at a pace that is comfortable for you. From what you’ve said it sounds like she will still be there when, if, you’re ready for more.”

“It’s more than likely she no longer wants more. And even if she did, what happens when she meets someone who isn’t so hopelessly fucked up? Then where does that leave me?”

“Why don’t you worry about that if —not when— it happens?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

On the last day before winter break, Emma nervously approached Killian’s locker and handed him an invitation to her parents’ annual Christmas party addressed to him and Liam.

“It’s just a thing they do every year for their friends and our neighbours,” she began to ramble as he examined the card, certain he would refuse and wanting to delay that painful moment. “My mom loves to entertain, and my dad says it’s good for building a rapport between law enforcement and the community, and—”

“Swan,” interrupted Killian, giving her that soft, indulgent look that said he knew exactly what she was thinking. “I’m sure we’d love to attend. Thank you for inviting us.”

The butterflies soared in a grand jeté, and she felt like she was flying with them. “Great,” she said trying to keep her voice calm, “I guess I’ll see you then.”

Her delighted smile made his breath catch, and his answering grin set her heart galloping. Their eyes met and held, and as the end of semester chaos whirled around them they stood a breath apart, swathed in frustrated yearning and brittle tension, the only two people in the world.

Then the final bell rang, and they leapt apart, Emma smoothing her skirt with shaking hands while Killian ran his own trembling fingers through his hair.

“So, onion rings at Granny’s?” ventured Emma, wanting to kick herself for making him nervous again, after all her resolutions, hoping desperately he wouldn’t pull away.

Killian sighed in relief, tinged with a hint of disappointment. Granny’s was safe. “Sounds perfect, love,” he said.

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Chapter 8 - Trixi

Trixi was proud to be a gnome. Always had been, and always would be. His race was famed for their ingenuity, constructing bizarre magical contraptions for all the world to see. While they looked similar to dwarves, with their diminutive size, hairy arms and palms, at their very core they couldn’t have functioned more differently. While dwarves built big and impressive, with their giant metal citadels and over-the-top constructions, gnomes built small and practical. Everything was made for a purpose, and that applied to both contraptions and gnomes.

And right now, Trixi had become a scout. After millennia working in the mountains and mines, gnomes had developed impressive night vision, far exceeding that of any other race on the continent. He stared at the entrance they had passed through just under an hour ago, ears waiting for the telltale sound of horses galloping in. He mentally steeled himself. This fight wouldn't be like the one in the Chalice. This time they didn’t know their enemy, and didn’t know what would they would need to do to escape. They might be taking on five men, or fifty, and the uncertainty was killing Trixi. He knelt with bated breath, taking care not to make a single unnecessary noise, an art perfected after a lifetime spent in stuffy, silent libraries.

After what seemed like an eternity, he spotted several figures approach the fringes of the ruined city. One, then two, then five more behind, all on horseback, barely visible through the dark and the rain. A man at the front dismounted, dressed in a light-coloured hood, standing out amidst the darkness. He raised a hand and flashed a burst of essence, illuminating the area and briefly turning it to day. Behind him, the other white-robed man dismounted, followed by the other men behind him, dressed in brown. He strode forth, almost swaggering, as if he owned the whole place, waving his hand about to shine a ray of light wherever it faced, catching the raindrops as they fell from the sky. Evidently, the rain was letting up, which was bad news for them. The higher the visibility, the higher the odds they got spotted.

After looking around for a brief moment, he turned to face his men and began to bark commands at the five brown-cloaked men. “Fan out! Someone used essence here, they can't have gone far!” As his underlings drew their swords and lit their torches, he turned to speak to the other white-cloaked man.

“The Order of Lua,” Octavia whispered from behind him and he nodded in response. The telltale cloaks of the order not only carried their colours but also their insignia on the back, a winged fist with black trimming. Their agents were no pushovers, but weren't some unstoppable force either. Some quick thinking and good luck would bring about an easy victory.

But before taking down the agents, first the guards would have to be defeated. They had fanned out, trying to flush out the hiding escapees. One wandered over and then past them, aimlessly waving his torch about while walking on a side path. Just barely five meters away, not looking in their direction. It was time to get to work.

From their hiding place, Octavia threw a short quick essence-powered punch, firing out a shockwave. The blast flew out from the shadows, hitting its target and extinguishing the flame on the torch with a gust of air. He whirled around, sword at his side. “Who’s there?” He shouted, looking around in a panic. “Show yourself!” Trixi allowed himself a rare smile. Scaring this man would be incredibly rude, but also incredibly fun.

He raised his hand and began to cast a simple spell, one of the first he had learnt. Behind the man, he made several rocks vibrate, as if someone had ran past and knocked them aside. He immediately turned, but saw naught but upturned pebbles, the evident result of someone, or something running past. Initially used as an exercise in training an elementalist’s fine control of his power, now it was used to prey on this poor man. He constantly looked back to the main road, considering getting backup, but still he stood. Trixi admired his bravery. In the other man’s shoes, perhaps he would have had run already. But it was time for their deception to end.

Octavia rose from their hiding spot, flaring with essence. She stood with purpose, eyes shining bright in the darkness. Her opponent spotted her, and charged without hesitation. Trixi couldn’t see perfectly, but he swore he saw her smirk. Immediately, her hands too began to glow, and as the first strike came down on her, she casually grabbed the sword mid-swing, catching it as if it had been a mere stick, and stared the man in the eyes, drinking in his horrified look. She nonchalantly tossed it aside, and stalked towards him, one step at a time, like a tigress hunting her prey. Any sane man would have run, and so run he did, all the way back to his leaders. Trixi stood up, shaking in the slightest manner. He had known that the essence mage was a terror to behold in combat, but to witness it firsthand was an entirely different matter. Not for the first time, he silently thanked Master Kris for placing her on his side. “He’ll be back with reinforcements, you know.”

“That’s the entire point.” Octavia, still brimming with power, responded with as much nonchalance as she could muster. Elsewhere, he heard Ruzuli’s trademark crackle of lightning, crashing down from the sky, striking once, then twice, then a third time. He looked up and noticed the sky had cleared, the storm passed.

“That all the guards down?”

“Probably one more.” As if on cue, the final guard emerged from a doorway, sprinting towards Octavia’s blind spot, blade in hand. Her essence would protect her, but one clean strike could put her out of commision for a good while. Trixi couldn’t let that happen. And so he began to cast.

One of the core concepts he had learnt during his time in the Grey Tower was that of strength versus speed. Using the same amount of essence, one could shoot a pebble at incredible speeds, or toss a huge boulder, but only have it lumber towards the target slowly. Either strength or speed, never both. He had discovered during his own tests that bricks were nearly the perfect projectile, not large enough to significantly slow down the attack, and not too small to weaken the attack.

He yanked three bricks out of a ruined wall, and promptly plunged them into the back of the charging attacker, sending him sprawling on the floor. When he tried to rise, a fourth found his back, and he went down for good. He knew he shouldn’t have, but he felt good about it anyway. There was something about combat that engaged him in a way that no book could ever replicate. This wasn’t learning how to use a spell from a book, or planning a strategy. This was real, this was happening, and it made him feel in the moment. A pity he wasn’t very good at it.

Octavia looked down at his handiwork, unfazed by it. “I could have handled that, you know. It’s impolite to steal the fun from a lady.” She tapped her chin, powering down but not completely. Suddenly, the street flooded with light, a white cloaked man at its entrance.

“Surrender yourself! We know who you are!” He crouched into a fighting stance, hands already glowing with essence. Trixi frowned at this. Unlike the guards, he doubted they would win this fight with a couple of bricks. Before he could get a single word out, Octavia began the taunting, egging the agent on.

“Oh, then who am I? Or my companion, hm?” The retort dumbfounded him, as he dropped his arms to his side, confused for a moment. After realising he was being toyed with, he roared in frustration and wildly fired two essence blasts, shattering a wall near him, almost as if he was flaunting his might. “No more games!” He proclaimed, as he charged, fists at the ready. Trixi flicked his wrists, retrieving more bricks for his arsenal, before shooting them straight at the attacker’s head. To his horror, the bricks shattered from an essence blast, crumbling to dust before they ever reached their target. The man smiled menacingly, and then charged once more.

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I take it all back about fighting. Please give me back my books. Trixi had painted a huge target on his forehead with his pre-emptive attack, and was evidently more helpless in close quarters. Octavia had leapt in first to take the hit, but she had been shoved aside by the larger, and clearly stronger opponent. She had taken several heavy hits with her guard down, and he had been unable to line up a clean shot to free her from his clutches. Now she lay aside, wind knocked out of her and out of the fight for the time being. Beneath the agent’s white robes was a well-trained body, clearly leaning towards raw strength over anything else. Trixi dodged behind a wall, trying to place some space between them, but the man broke the wall apart, smashing it like it was just a fly rather than a huge brick wall that had endured a thousand years of time. Before he could get another hit in, he quickly formed a platform from the earth beneath and pushed himself out of the broken building, putting far more distance between them. He landed on one knee and began to survey his surroundings. Down the street, he saw Jirei batting at the other agent with her vines, while Ruzuli peppered him with tiny lightning bolts. They were doing significantly better, and for a moment he considered abandoning his duel to help them turn the tides. Then he stopped to think about Octavia. While he still had his doubts about her, there was no denying she was a necessary part of the team. Without her, they would not be able to fight effectively, let alone activate the compass. And right now she needed him. As his opponent lumbered into sight, he stood up and wiped mud off his pants.

Oh. Mud. He had nearly forgotten that the pouring rain had turned the earthen roads around the ruins into mud, sloshy in parts and outright boggy in others. This gave him an idea. He was no hydromancer, but mud was more solid than liquid. He could work with this. At his command, two thin tendrils of mud rose from the ground in the most inelegant way imaginable, twin awkward tentacles hovering behind him, ready to strike. He swore he heard a scoff from his opponent, but he ignored it. When the next charge came, Trixi was more than ready for it. One jet of mud shot for his eyes, while the other went for his gut, aiming to either blind him or slow him down. And while sheer strength could overcome a physical attack, it could not defeat human nature. The mud attack to his eyes blinded him, robbing him of his senses as he haphazardly crashed past Trixi into a wall, crumbling to dust as he barrelled through it.

The satisfaction he felt was more a cerebral victory than a visceral one. He would never be able to match most mages blow for blow, but with some quick thinking, he could turn the tides of battle in an instant. “You fight dirty!” The roar shook the building, as the mud-caked man emerged from the ruined ruins. “But I don’t need to see you to hit you!” At first, Trixi took his words as an empty boast, from a man who had more muscles in his arms than his head. Then he realised he had been expending essence like no tommorow, and to someone so attuned with the raw nature of essence he stood out like a sore thumb. As the essence blasts flew towards him, he hastily threw up a mud wall, but it burst from the very first hit, leaving him open to the follow-up attacks. He took one square to the chest, and went flying backwards into a mud puddle. As the monk slowly walked over, he scrambled backwards, trying to find whatever footing he could, but failed. He closed his eyes and hoped for the worst, as the arm came swinging down.

The arm never connected, and instead a cry of pain reached his ears. He opened his eyes to see Octavia leaning against a wall, visibly injured but still able to fight. Her hands were emitting white smoke, as she continued to hammer a barrage of short bursts into him. He managed to keep his guard up, but his defences were beginning to fall. Finally, she dashed forward and planted a knee into his abdomen, breaking his essence barrier with a sickening crack. The man slumped over, essence all but exhausted. It hadn’t been a fair fight, but they had come out on top, and for the time being that was all that mattered.

Trixi had almost begun to celebrate when he saw Octavia wobbling about, dashed over to grab her before she fell. “Rest easy now,” he said, “We survived.” She weakly pointed over his shoulder, prompting him to turn around. Thankfully, the other duo had also managed to defeat their opponent, crudely dragging him along the muddy floor by his hood. “Jirei, see to Octavia’s wounds. Again.” Ruzuli snorted, then turned to look at the two fallen Lua agents.

“Someone wanted us dead.”

“Or someone wanted us captured,” Trixi said, pulling out a bundle of rope from one of their robes. “I can think of someone who might have wanted this.”

“Celice.” Octavia managed to force a word out, saying his name as if it was a curse. “The Order’s men are his men, and he knows we’re out here. All he needs is proof that you three helped me escape, and Master Kris will take my spot at the noose.” “Then let's not give them the proof they need.” Trixi got to work, propping the two unconscious agents up on the floor as he slowly swirled the mud around them, forming a makeshift sinkhole to capture them for the time being. Ruzuli took the rope that had been intended for them and began to round up the less-threatening guards, binding them to each other in a methodical manner.

Before long, the seven men that had been sent after them had been neatly captured, two men up to their chests in cakelike mud and five more tied up in a circle. They sat neatly at the entrance to the ruins, their horses long run away after the commotion. After confirming that Octavia was fit to travel, they gathered up their things and continued on their journey. Rest would have to wait until they were in the clear from their pursuers.

As they turned to leave, one more surprise lay in wait for them. “Octavia,” they heard from behind them. “Your name’s Octavia, and we’ll hunt you to the ends of the earth. You and your misfit friends.” One of their captives had come to their senses, snarling at them. “You think you can outwit Master Celice? He’s been playing these kind of games for decades.”

“I’ve done it twice so far,” Octavia called out behind her, “And I’ll do it as many times as I have to.” Trixi had to smile at that one. Octavia was absolutely fearless and absolutely focused, complete with a total disregard for her own safety. As she limped away into the darkness of the Walled Forest, Trixi didn’t see an injured essence mage. He saw the makings of a heroine, the stuff of legends. For the first time in their journey, he saw her as Master Kris had, not as some broken criminal, but as an ally in the quest for the gods. Not just some dumb brute after all, he mused, as they continued their twilight trek through the woods.

Next Chapter ｜Start from the beginning

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Hawaii 5-0 Pilot- Hou

Heyy guys!! So this has been sat on my laptop for ages and I wanted to share it with the world. This is probably going to be five parts just for the pilot because it is 22, 341 words. The main plot follows the show but some sub plots and Joey is mine. I am such a sucker for Hawaii 5-0. This is more of a teaser for the rest of it but I hope you guys will enjoy it!!

Words: 2271.

Fandom: Hawaii 5-0.

Pohang, South Korea:

“Commander McGarrett has the prisoner secure. Over.”

The voice through the com crackled as the armoured vehicle made its way over numerous bumps and dusty roads. The four men -including the aforementioned prisoner- jostled around the small space as the driver took another sharp turn to avoid what was most likely a large boulder. The dirt roads did not have many obstacles but the ones where they did, the obstacles were hard enough and large enough to stop a vehicle like the one McGarrett and his team were in.

The tallest and best armed of the group –McGarrett- kept his eyes forward on the prisoner, his hands tight around his machine gun. The prisoner smirked around the blood in his beard and pulled at the rope around his wrists. McGarrett kicked him the shin, a sign for the prisoner to stop moving, which he did but opened his mouth instead, “You know it’s funny,” McGarrett narrowed his eyes and pointed the gun at the Scottish prisoner’s face. “You don’t look Hawaiian.”

McGarrett let out a laugh along with his team and gave the prisoner his own smirk.

“You’re going to tell us everything,” was the Commander’s reply.

“But you were born there, weren’t you?” The prisoner refused to be quiet or at least, refused to give them any helpful information.

McGarrett persisted, “Every terrorist that you and Victor helped arm, every supplier you worked with,” he took a breath, “all your trafficking associates and anyone you’ve ever sold weapons to.” The prisoner did not look fazed, his eyes held boredom and his hands relaxed in their bindings. His smirk never left his face, not even when the Commander’s stern expression fell back into place.

“Chasing me and my brother around the world for five years, you’re like a little doggy looking for a bone; did you not think we would do our homework on you? Or even on your friends across the world?”

McGarrett’s eyes widened and automatically reached for his phone hidden in one of the five pockets he had in his camo-trousers. He found it quickly and typed in a familiar number, the air caught in his throat in anticipation. After only three rings an English voice answered his call which allowed his breath to return and his heart-rate returned to normal.

“Joey are you-?”

“You absolute ass! Do you think it’s funny, stealing my client? Huh? He is under England’s custody and last time I checked, you were not English! I have the British Army on my ass because you meddled!!”

Joey was fine, in the physical sense at least, but despite her obvious anger, the Commander could not stifle the smile that threatened his cheeks. Yet, that smile faded when he heard his team’s laughter; Joey’s voice must have been loud enough for them to hear which didn’t surprise him. The Commander’s eyes squeezed shut and he raised one of his hands to scratch the back of his neck. His apology was on the tip of his tongue but two short beeps in his ear told him that another call pended. Therefore, instead of apologising he told her, “I’ll make it up to you later,” hung up, checked the caller I.D and allowed the other call to follow through.

“Dad,” McGarrett’s greeting sounded like an accusation.

“Hey Champ.”

Champ? His father had never called him ‘Champ’. McGarrett and the prisoner exchanged a glare before he enquired as to his father’s health.

“Who are these people Steve?” McGarrett heard the waver in his father’s voice and he felt his chest clench. Victor had his father and he had Victor’s brother, he easily predicted what the next few minutes entailed.

There were muffled scratching sounds before a deep, Scottish voice started to speak to him, “I now know where you get it from, you’ve got a tough old man here, Steve. Now, I’m willing to offer you a trade: my brother, for your father. All things considered, I think it is fair, don’t you?” As Victor tried to bargain with Steve, the Commander scribbled on a small notepad, the phone tucked between his shoulder and his ear. The note read:

Send Honolulu P.D to my father’s house ASAP.

He handed it to the man next to him and received a nod in return. Then the man proceeded to fish for his phone whilst Steve returned his attention to his own.

“You’re smart enough to know that’s not going to happen.”

“I appreciate the compliment.” Victor sounded desperate and vexed. Steve practically saw the veins pop out of his neck and the perspiration that dampened his shirt.

“You know the drill, we don’t negotiate with terrorists.”

“Oh, are we negotiating?” Steve sighed, it was bad enough he had to deal with one sassy Brit that day, he did not want to deal with another.

With his brow furrowed, Steve leant forward in his seat and informed Victor that he ‘gets nothing’. On the other end of the line he could hear his father’s pleas for the Scotsman to give him the phone, which Steve deeply hoped he would. Yet, it sounded like his father was trying to negotiate with Victor which Steve made a mental note to reprimand him for. Huh, he never thought he had to ‘reprimand’ his father for anything. Throughout his entire life, his father had taught him the difference between good and bad and last time Steve checked, negotiating with terrorists was on the ‘bad’ side of things.

“Listen to me Champ,” Steve’s brow furrowed deeper, there it was again, “I’m sorry that I lied to you,” cue Steve’s deeper confusion, “I love you son and I didn’t say it enough.” The Commander knew exactly where that conversation was going but every attempt he used to dissuade his father from talking failed. “Whatever these people want Steve… Don’t give it to them.”

There was a thud on the other end of the receiver and Steve called for his dad not once, not twice but three times before Victor’s furious voice exploded through the mic, “Enough games!”

“Hey,” Steve’s attention was turned away from his phone and Victor to his brother, “boom.”

He barely had time to look confused before the armoured truck that lead the way flipped over and burst into flames. The cause of said explosion came from the roaring helicopter that decided to join the party. Bullets rained down on them as the vehicles stopped and the soldiers and officers used their own bullets against the attack. The helicopter took a few hits but after a few minutes it flew off in the direction it came without warning. However, they did leave three packages for Steve and his men to clean up, three dangerous and armed packages that had the same accents as Victor and his brother.

Steve sent a couple of hand signals at his men which they understood and continued to fire, that gave Steve his chance to move the prisoner to a safer place. If the prisoner died, not only did his father but Joey would have his head on a silver plate if he did not return him and he did not fancy dying that day. Thus, Steve shot at any man that tried to shoot at him and protected the prisoner with his own body. He heard his men dying, their grunts of pain echoed in his head but he pushed himself to keep moving, to keep them both moving.

Then, it all happened so fast, one minute the prisoner was in his grasp, safe from harm and the next minute he had run for a gun, pointed it at Steve and had been shot. By Steve. Once realisation hit the Commander, the only option for him was to curse and try to save the prisoner. He had to applaud himself, he was a good shot but it was unfortunate that he wasn’t as good of a medic as he was a gunman. Yet, all he could think about was how Joey was going to murder him in his sleep if he did not save his –her- prisoner.

“C’mon Anton!” It was too late, the prisoner could no longer hear him and his pale eyes had glazed over. Steve did not have long to process that fact because his phone vibrated in his pocket milliseconds later. With hesitant hands and desperation on his face, he answered.

“Put Anton on the phone,” With a glance at the body, Steve remained silent. “My brother’s dead, isn’t he? Isn’t he?!” It was silent on both ends and Steve double checked his phone to make sure they had not lost connection. “Then so is your father.” Horror overtook Steve’s features and he called out to his father once again. As soon as the word ‘dad’ left his lips, the trigger had been pulled and the shot sounded through the receiver.

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Frustration, was the key emotion Joey felt, there were other emotions such as anger, agitation and exhaustion but her frustration was overwhelming. There she stood, her hands clasped behind her back and her chin forward, legs shoulder width apart and dressed in her best suit but she couldn’t help the look of impatience that crossed her features as she stared at the old man, the old man who enjoyed being focused on his cigarette instead of talking to her. His beard was trimmed immaculately and he was dressed in an emmaculate uniform and on his chest gleamed numerous medals and badges whereas hers shone with her ID badge. His entire posture screamed superiority whereas she was sure hers screamed ‘stubborn teenager’.

“Why am I here Major?” She ground out through clenched teeth.

“Miss Robertson, you are a brilliant lawyer and can rival my men in the field, so we need you to clean up the mess you have dropped on our door. You will be going to Hawaii to retrieve Steve McGarrett and bring him back here for questioning.”

Joey took a deep breath and reminded herself that he was her superior and helped pay her; ‘Don’t say anything Joey, don’t be a smart-ass,’ she thought as she squeezed her eyes shut. Still, it was strange that they would send her to American soil just to retrieve a single man and not the men whose jobs actually entailed retrieval. She knew the regiment only had to make a call and the problem would practically be resolved. Unfortunately for her, the Major had it out for her.

Once she re-opened her eyes she spoke, “with all due respect Major, Commander McGarrett is not a part of our Military nor is he a threat to you in any way so that is not your call to make.“ She mentally reprimanded herself as her eyes locked with the man’s over the desk; as irritated at the man’s demands as she was, she knew better than to break form in front of an officer. She wasn’t technically a member of the British Army but she was under their pay as she was hired to be their lawyer due to her lack of a losing streak. Therefore, she was given the title of Legal Officer but stayed away from the field which gave her time to be trained by the Officers when she wasn’t saving their asses in court.

The older man sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose; frustration was written all over his face which did nothing to calm her urge to storm out and never speak to him again like a petulant child. Once he released his nose he pushed a beige folder across the desk. She eyed the Major with caution before breaking her stance and reaching for the folder. Printed on the front was her name and file code: Joey D. Robertson MS09217. They only gave out personal files when the task was urgent and the receiver needed a reminder of their place in the Army. She grimaced and tucked the folder under her arm. She hated her file, it reminded her of how much her bosses knew about her, how vulnerable she was to their scrutiny and disapproval. Her ‘Military’ career was what she took pride in and the knowledge that she had let Steve slip under her radar because he was a friend made her sick.

“These orders were sent from Colonel Moulton, Robertson. I was simply told to deliver them.” She knew he enjoyed delivering those orders just as much as she hated receiving it. However, she nodded and was about to walk out when his voice stopped her, “The flight is at 7:35 pm tomorrow, do not be late.” She looked over her shoulder and smirked, a plan already formed in her mind. They wanted her to clean up the mess, then that was what she intended to do.

The smirk stayed in place but she didn’t notice. Only when she glimpsed her reflection in her bathroom mirror did she drop the smirk from her face. Her pale eyes behind the black rimmed glasses matched the badge clipped to her chest which reminded her to change into something more suitable for civilian travel: black jeans with a few faded marks and tears due to their age, a red muscle-tee which had surprisingly remained in good condition, leather vest and combat boots which both smelt like new leather despite their worn out states. Lastly, she gripped the elastic in her hair and pulled, her dark locks fell past her shoulders and added to her intimidating look.

She flicked the light switch before she grabbed her duffel bags and locked the door. ‘Hawaii, here I come.’

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tia-osumah-blog · 6 years ago

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no thats no way for him has he no manners nor no refinement nor no nothing in his nature slapping us behind like that on my bottom because I didnt call him Hugh the ignoramus that doesnt know poetry from a cabbage thats what you get for not keeping them in their proper place pulling off his shoes and trousers there on the chair before me so barefaced without even asking permission and standing out that vulgar way in the half of a shirt they wear to be admired like a priest or a butcher or those old hypocrites in the time of Julius Caesar of course hes right enough in his way to pass the time as a joke sure you might as well be in bed with what with a lion God Im sure hed have something better to say for himself an old Lion would O well I suppose its because they were so plump and tempting in my short petticoat he couldnt resist they excite myself sometimes its well for men all the amount of pleasure they get off a womans body were so round and white for them always I wished I was one myself for a change just to try with that thing they have swelling up on you so hard and at the same time so soft when you touch it my uncle John has a thing long I heard those cornerboys saying passing the comer of Marrowbone lane my aunt Mary has a thing hairy because it was dark and they knew a girl was passing it didnt make me blush why should it either its only nature and he puts his thing long into my aunt Marys hairy etcetera and turns out to be you put the handle in a sweepingbrush men again all over they can pick and choose what they please a married woman or a fast widow or a girl for their different tastes like those houses round behind Irish street no but were to be always chained up theyre not going to be chaining me up no damn fear once I start I tell you for their stupid husbands jealousy why cant we all remain friends over it instead of quarrelling her husband found it out what they did together well naturally and if he did can he undo it hes coronado anyway whatever he does and then he going to the other mad extreme about the wife in Fair Tyrants of course the man never even casts a 2nd thought on the husband or wife either its the woman he wants and he gets her what else were we given all those desires for Id like to know I cant help it if Im young still can I its a wonder Im not an old shrivelled hag before my time living with him so cold never embracing me except sometimes when hes asleep the wrong end of me not knowing I suppose who he has any man thatd kiss a womans bottom Id throw my hat at him after that hed kiss anything unnatural where we havent I atom of any kind of expression in us all of us the same 2 lumps of lard before ever Id do that to a man pfooh the dirty brutes the mere thought is enough I kiss the feet of you senorita theres some sense in that didnt he kiss our halldoor yes he did what a madman nobody understands his cracked ideas but me still of course a woman wants to be embraced 20 times a day almost to make her look young no matter by who so long as to be in love or loved by somebody if the fellow you want isnt there sometimes by the Lord God I was thinking would I go around by the quays there some dark evening where nobodyd know me and pick up a sailor off the sea thatd be hot on for it and not care a pin whose I was only do it off up in a gate somewhere or one of those wildlooking gipsies in Rathfarnham had their camp pitched near the Bloomfield laundry to try and steal our things if they could I only sent mine there a few times for the name model laundry sending me back over and over some old ones odd stockings that blackguardlooking fellow with the fine eyes peeling a switch attack me in the dark and ride me up against the wall without a word or a murderer anybody what they do themselves the fine gentlemen in their silk hats that K C lives up somewhere this way coming out of Hardwicke lane the night he gave us the fish supper on account of winning over the boxing match of course it was for me he gave it I knew him by his gaiters and the walk and when I turned round a minute after just to see there was a woman after coming out of it too some filthy prostitute then he goes home to his wife after that only I suppose the half of those sailors are rotten again with disease O move over your big carcass out of that for the love of Mike listen to him the winds that waft my sighs to thee so well he may sleep and sigh the great Suggester Don Poldo de la Flora if he knew how he came out on the cards this morning hed have something to sigh for a dark man in some perplexity between 2 7s too in prison for Lord knows what he does that I dont know and Im to be slooching around down in the kitchen to get his lordship his breakfast while hes rolled up like a mummy will I indeed did you ever see me running Id just like to see myself at it show them attention and they treat you like dirt I dont care what anybody says itd be much better for the world to be governed by the women in it you wouldnt see women going and killing one another and slaughtering when do you ever see women rolling around drunk like they do or gambling every penny they have and losing it on horses yes because a woman whatever she does she knows where to stop sure they wouldnt be in the world at all only for us they dont know what it is to be a woman and a mother how could they where would they all of them be if they hadnt all a mother to look after them what I never had thats why I suppose hes running wild now out at night away from his books and studies and not living at home on account of the usual rowy house I suppose well its a poor case that those that have a fine son like that theyre not satisfied and I none was he not able to make one it wasnt my fault we came together when I was watching the two dogs up in her behind in the middle of the naked street that disheartened me altogether I suppose I oughtnt to have buried him in that little woolly jacket I knitted crying as I was but give it to some poor child but I knew well Id never have another our 1st death too it was we were never the same since O Im not going to think myself into the glooms about that any more I wonder why he wouldnt stay the night I felt all the time it was somebody strange he brought in instead of roving around the city meeting God knows who nightwalkers and pickpockets his poor mother wouldnt like that if she was alive ruining himself for life perhaps still its a lovely hour so silent I used to love coming home after dances the air of the night they have friends they can talk to weve none either he wants what he wont get or its some woman ready to stick her knife in you I hate that in women no wonder they treat us the way they do we are a dreadful lot of bitches I suppose its all the troubles we have makes us so snappy Im not like that he could easy have slept in there on the sofa in the other room I suppose he was as shy as a boy he being so young hardly 20 of me in the next room hed have heard me on the chamber arrah what harm Dedalus I wonder its like those names in Gibraltar Delapaz Delagracia they had the devils queer names there father Vilaplana of Santa Maria that gave me the rosary Rosales y OReilly in the Calle las Siete Revueltas and Pisimbo and Mrs Opisso in Governor street O what a name Id go and drown myself in the first river if I had a name like her O my and all the bits of streets Paradise ramp and Bedlam ramp and Rodgers ramp and Crutchetts ramp and the devils gap steps well small blame to me if I am a harumscarum I know I am a bit I declare to God I dont feel a day older than then I wonder could I get my tongue round any of the Spanish como esta usted muy bien gracias y usted see I havent forgotten it all I thought I had only for the grammar a noun is the name of any person place or thing pity I never tried to read that novel cantankerous Mrs Rubio lent me by Valera with the questions in it all upside down the two ways I always knew wed go away in the end I can tell him the Spanish and he tell me the Italian then hell see Im not so ignorant what a pity he didnt stay Im sure the poor fellow was dead tired and wanted a good sleep badly I could have brought him in his breakfast in bed with a bit of toast so long as I didnt do it on the knife for bad luck or if the woman was going her rounds with the watercress and something nice and tasty there are a few olives in the kitchen he might like I never could bear the look of them in Abrines I could do the criada the room looks all right since I changed it the other way you see something was telling me all the time Id have to introduce myself not knowing me from Adam very funny wouldnt it Im his wife or pretend we were in Spain with him half awake without a Gods notion where he is dos huevos estrellados senor Lord the cracked things come into my head sometimes itd be great fun supposing he stayed with us why not theres the room upstairs empty and Millys bed in the back room he could do his writing and studies at the table in there for all the scribbling he does at it and if he wants to read in bed in the morning like me as hes making the breakfast for I he can make it for 2 Im sure Im not going to take in lodgers off the street for him if he takes a gesabo of a house like this Id love to have a long talk with an intelligent welleducated person Id have to get a nice pair of red slippers like those Turks with the fez used to sell or yellow and a nice semitransparent morning gown that I badly want or a peachblossom dressing jacket like the one long ago in Walpoles only 8/6 or 18/6 111 just give him one more chance 111 get up early in the morning Im sick of Cohens old bed in any case I might go over to the markets to see all the vegetables and cabbages and tomatoes and carrots and all kinds of splendid fruits all coming in lovely and fresh who knows whod be the 1st man Id meet theyre out looking for it in the morning Mamy Dillon used to say they are and the night too that was her massgoing Id love a big juicy pear now to melt in your mouth like when I used to be in the longing way then 111 throw him up his eggs and tea in the moustachecup she gave him to make his mouth bigger I suppose hed like my nice cream too I know what 111 do 111 go about rather gay not too much singing a bit now and then mi fa pieta Masetto then 111 start dressing myself to go out presto non son piu forte 111 put on my best shift and drawers let him have a good eyeful out of that to make his micky stand for him 111 let him know if thats what he wanted that his wife is I s 1 o fucked yes and damn well fucked too up to my neck nearly not by him 5 or 6 times handrunning theres the mark of his spunk on the clean sheet I wouldnt bother to even iron it out that ought to satisfy him if you dont believe me feel my belly unless I made him stand there and put him into me Ive a mind to tell him every scrap and make him do it out in front of me serve him right its all his own fault if I am an adulteress as the thing in the gallery said O much about it if thats all the harm ever we did in this vale of tears God knows its not much doesnt everybody only they hide it I suppose thats what a woman is supposed to be there for or He wouldnt have made us the way He did so attractive to men then if he wants to kiss my bottom 111 drag open my drawers and bulge it right out in his face as large as life he can stick his tongue 7 miles up my hole as hes there my brown part then 111 tell him I want LI or perhaps 30/ — 111 tell him I want to buy underclothes then if he gives me that well he wont be too bad I dont want to soak it all out of him like other women do I could often have written out a fine cheque for myself and write his name on it for a couple of pounds a few times he forgot to lock it up besides he wont spend it 111 let him do it off on me behind provided he doesnt smear all my good drawers O I suppose that cant be helped 111 do the indifferent 1 or 2 questions 111 know by the answers when hes like that he cant keep a thing back I know every turn in him 111 tighten my bottom well and let out a few smutty words smellrump or lick my shit or the first mad thing comes into my head then 111 suggest about yes O wait now sonny my turn is coming 111 be quite gay and friendly over it O but I was forgetting this bloody pest of a thing pfooh you wouldnt know which to laugh or cry were such a mixture of plum and apple no 111 have to wear the old things so much the better itll be more pointed hell never know whether he did it or not there thats good enough for you any old thing at all then 111 wipe him off me just like a business his omission then 111 go out 111 have him eying up at the ceiling where is she gone now make him want me thats the only way a quarter after what an unearthly hour I suppose theyre just getting up in China now combing out their pigtails for the day well soon have the nuns ringing the angelus theyve nobody coming in to spoil their sleep except an odd priest or two for his night office or the alarmclock next door at cockshout clattering the brains out of itself let me see if I can doze off 1 2 3 4 5 what kind of flowers are those they invented like the stars the wallpaper in Lombard street was much nicer the apron he gave me was like that something only I only wore it twice better lower this lamp and try again so as I can get up early 111 go to Lambes there beside Findlaters and get them to send us some flowers to put about the place in case he brings him home tomorrow today I mean no no Fridays an unlucky day first I want to do the place up someway the dust grows in it I think while Im asleep then we can have music and cigarettes I can accompany him first I must clean the keys of the piano with milk whatll I wear shall I wear a white rose or those fairy cakes in Liptons I love the smell of a rich big shop at 7 l/2d a lb or the other ones with the cherries in them and the pinky sugar 1 Id a couple of lbs of those a nice plant for the middle of the table Id get that cheaper in wait wheres this I saw them not long ago I love flowers Id love to have the whole place swimming in roses God of heaven theres nothing like nature the wild mountains then the sea and the waves rushing then the beautiful country with the fields of oats and wheat and all kinds of things and all the fine cattle going about that would do your heart good to see rivers and lakes and flowers all sorts of shapes and smells and colours springing up even out of the ditches primroses and violets nature it is as for them saying theres no God I wouldnt give a snap of my two fingers for all their learning why dont they go and create something I often asked him atheists or whatever they call themselves go and wash the cobbles off themselves first then they go howling for the priest and they dying and why why because theyre afraid of hell on account of their bad conscience ah yes I know them well who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody that made it all who ah that they dont know neither do I so there you are they might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

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