#if it helps i am a short round person with short curly hair and bangs my aesthetic is gay in a cute and approachable sort of way

[meg3point0]

My name is Megan, both that and Meg are already taken. My middle initial is E and my last initial is J, hence the options

[potter-imagines]

Chosen Sister (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: I had two Ginny idolizing reader requests so this is the first one! I can't find the exact request but the other will be posted during this coming week. 

Warning: None (vv short sad part)

Word Count: 3.8k

“Give me back my girlfriend, Ginny. I heard that you’re holding her hostage.”

A loud chorus of knocks sounded out from Ginny Weasley’s dorm room. Dinner had finished an hour before and since the meal ceased, Fred had been searching the entire ground for you, his girlfriend. After about thirty minutes tracing your typical patterns and steps around Hogwarts, Fred ran into Angelina and Alicia who informed him of your whereabouts.

They happily explained to them that they saw Ginny dragging you away after dinner. The girls cooed to Fred about how adorable it was that his girlfriend hung out with his little sister, something Fred didn’t exactly view the same.

Fred Weasley checked your dorm room, the common room, the library, Hermione’s dorm, and finally Ginny’s room. As he trudged up the stone steps grounchily, his ears perked to a point at the ring of a voice that was tattooed in his heart. Your innocent, childlike giggle played like a melody in the empty stairwell.

Fred could feel the corner of his lip tugging up to a smile at the sound. That sugared chortle that he had heard millions of times before but somehow still felt his breath catch at the sound. Standing outside his little sister’s door, Fred’s annoyance was dissolving by your haromous voice echoing from the opposite side.

When Ginny failed to open her dorm up the first round of knock, Fred banged on the door again. Huffing in annoying, Ginny shot you a look, already knowing Fred was gonna scold her. She crawled off her bed and waltzed over to her door, taking her sweet time as she did. You couldn’t help the giggles that rumbled through your chest.

Swing the door open swiftly, Ginny glared at Fred with flames blazing in her eyes. If they weren’t related, he might’ve felt a hint of her wrath. But she was his little sister and not even at her angriest did Fred find her intimidating, not in the slightest.

Ginny Weasley was only thirteen yet her sass and feistiness was beyond her years. Growing up with only brothers probably played a hand. The young girl sent her brother a disgusted look then growled at him,

“I am not holding her hostage! For your information, Y/n happens to be my friend. Might sound surprising to you but she actually enjoys hanging out with me, Fred.”

Fred looked past his sister at the mention of your name. A smile lifted to his lips when he found you. You returned the gesture

“You’re right, that does sound surprising.” The snarky remark caused Ginny to furrow her face in a scowl. Lunging forward the youngest Weasley snapped for her older brother, although missed by a long shot.

“You’re infuriating, Fred!” She howled. Her face was turning red with every second that ticked by. If the situation had been different, you might’ve laughed. Getting between the Weasley siblings when they were arguing- that just wasn’t safe for anyone. Ginny’s aggravation was fuming from her pores as she sent you pleading looks to stay.

It was now that you took a look at the old wooden clock hanging on the way above her roommate's bed. The little hand was pointing to the six as the big hand was approaching eleven. The time seemed to fly by at light speed. You had promised to help Ginny hang up some lights in her room. She had wanted to decorate it just likes yours, as she practically admired anything you did. It made you feel special knowing Ginny looked up to you. You had never experienced it before so it was exciting- but also slightly pressurized- to know she was admiring you as a big sister.

Fred let out an exaggerated groan leaning against the wall next to the door.

“Can I please have my girlfriend back? You got your girl time in. Y/n promised to hangout with me tonight, so I’m rescuing her!” A cheeky wink was thrown your way as Fred walked further in the room, slowly sneaking up to you. The annoyed girl rolled her eyes then ignored her brother. She looked back at you and pursed her lips into a thin line. Ginny was too oblivious to notice his stagger but your attention remained set on him the entire time. You didn’t fight the smirk lifting to your lips as he inched closer, and closer until his feet were only steps from his sister’s back. It was then Ginny noticed the amused tint to your face but before she could bring it to light, Fred bent down in one fluid motion and gripped his hands on either side of your hips. As light as a feather he swept you up and quickly darted for the door, as to escape Ginny before she had the chance to retaliate.

“Wait- hey!” Fred slammed the large door then proceeded down the steps.

“Freddie, love, that wasn’t nice.” The giggles poured from your soul as Fred continued to carry you down the stairs, then took a sharp right, and started walking up the boy’s dormitory staircase. You rested your head against the blade of his shoulder, bobbing with every step he took. He was so handsome, even from the most unpleasant angels. His sharp features stuck out in the darkness, striking your heart. His arms cradled you while he laughed, “Oh shush, you didn’t try to stop me. Wasn’t exactly nice of you to just run off in the middle of dinner. You still have time to make it up to me, though.” The teasing arrogance didn’t go unnoticed. You laughed into the material of his sweater, clutching to his chest. The movement of his legs stopped and he softly leaned over to place you on the ground. Taking his wand out from his back pocket he unlocked his door and opened it up for you to walk in.

You stepped into the quiet room then turned to you boyfriend,

“George and Lee in?” You asked. The grin that rose to his lips was an answer enough. Fred closed the door behind him with a slam then jumped onto his bed with a flop. You watched him lay in the middle of the mattress, throwing his hands in a fold behind his head. He shrugged his shoulders and replied,

“Nope. Was there something in particular you had in mind of doing?” His mask of innocence wasn’t fooling either of you, but it was part of the fun. Keeping your eyes glued to his, you slipped the material of your robes off, leaving you in a white long sleeve button up and a small plaid skirt. You basked in the widening eyes of your boyfriend as he shifted on the comforter. His eyes raked over your body from your head down to your toes. You noticed his gaze particularly set on your exposed legs. Smirking to him you sauntered over to his bed and climbed in with him. His large hands found your bottom instantly. “I think you know, Freddie.”

Almost a week later, it happened again. Fred was scrambling around the Gryffindor common room asking every waking student if they had seen you. Most students were getting ready for dinner, some already there. George was waiting near the portrait watching curiously as his twin ran around the room from person to person. Even to George it was a bit strange no one had seen you, although as the hours dragged on he took into account the absence of his little sister also. George sighed to himself then kicked his leg into the wall, leaning back against the brick waiting patiently for Fred.

On the opposite side of the large room, the other half of the Weasley twins was talking to Lee Jordan, seeing if he had any valuable information. Lee, just like everyone else he asked, had no clue where you were. Right as his conversation with Lee was dwindling, the sigh of a curly haired girl caught Fred’s eyes and he abruptly excused himself from Lee and ran over.

As Fred reached Hermione, he gave her shoulder a line of taps,

“Hermione! Hey! Do you know where Y/n is? George said he saw you two in the courtyard this morning but I haven’t seen her all day.” Fred questioned the bright witch in a pleasing tone. She swiveled around and tilted her head to the side causing her frizzy hair to bounce like springs. Eyebrows knitted together, her lips scrunched to the side. Deep in thought she hummed to herself then answered,

“No I don’t at the moment, Fred, I’m sorry. I spent the morning with her and Ginny but I haven’t seen either of them since we left the library around lunch. That was hours ago, though. Maybe try checking Ginny’s room?” Hermione offered.

You had been studying most of the morning in the courtyard then in the library. Ginny and Hermione joined you, despite all three of you being in different years. Not that it came as much of a surprise, but Hermione helped you with your work without missing a beat. Where you were stuck for minutes, she had finished four questions ago. She was a brilliant friend to have, schoolwise and personally. You might be older than the young witch but Hermione’s advice was like no others so you loved having her around.

Fred shook his head and mumbled a ‘no’.

“That was the first place I looked. Don’t know where she is either. Did I do something? Y/n’s not upset with me is she?” The fear and worry in his voice soaked the air and Hermione gave him a gaze of bewilderment.

“What? She didn’t say anything to me about being mad at you and I’m sure she would’ve if she were. She seemed perfectly fine so I don’t think it’s that. Ginny was the one who seemed in a mood if anything.” She stated firmly. As close as the two of you were, you would have told Hermione if Fred angered you. You shared everything with her.

The towering boy nodded, eyes scanning the space behind Hermione. He was running out of places to check and people to ask. Hermione was his best bet next to Ginny and no one knew where Ginny was either which, for anyone capable of putting 2 and 2 together meant you and Ginny were more likely than not together somewhere.

“Thanks, Hermione. Let me know if you see either of them, please.” Hermione nodded and smiled kindly to Fred, then walked off to join Harry and Ron. Fred took off towards the portrait, yelling to George that he would be back shortly.

Leaving the common room Fred shut the painting behind him and made his way to the moving staircase. While standing on the middle step, he tried to think if he was a girl, where would he go? The bathroom? No, not for that long. A swim in the lake? Well, it was a few weeks out from winter so that was unlikely. Fred huffed as he hopped off the stairs on the fourth floor and walked towards the library. Passing by he noticed a group of Hufflepuff boys sitting around a table and Professor Pince shushing them furiously. He kept on past the library and made his way down a mostly empty corridor.

The clock was nearing five in the afternoon and it was definitely out of the ordinary for the two of you to go this long in one day without even passing by one another. Maybe you were in the common room. Just with his luck you would show up right when he left. As the thought seemed to be a possibility, the sudden sound of your familiar light, delicate voice, hit his ears. Halting completely, Fred peeked his head towards the staircase on his left where the noise came from.

“Y/n?” The inquiry came quietly. Fred half wondered if he had imagined it. No reply came to his question, but he did hear someone speaking again, a new voice he recognized as his little sister’s. Moving closer to the open, cobble stairwell, Fred suddenly stopped when he heard the shaky voice of his little sister and the sound of tears splashing against the hard ground.

“He doesn’t even notice me, Y/n! I’m practically invisible in his eyes… I hate it.” Ginny’s somber cries became louder as Fred stood just on the other side of the arch in the wall. He caught a small glimpse of the scene around the wall. On the bottom step, you and Ginny were sitting next to each other. Her head leaned on your shoulder as she sobbed sadly. It was a new sight- Fred was pretty sure he hadn’t seen Ginny cry since she was in diapers. Part of him wanted to beat the daylights out of whoever hurt his little sister, but he knew it would only cause more chaos for Ginny if he injected himself now. Fred was brought back to reality when your comforting tone reassured Ginny.

“Oh Ginny, don’t say that. He’s just stupid- boys are like that. I honestly don’t think he realizes what he’s doing.” Fred wondered who you were talking about. Did Ginny fancy someone? The sniffles of his sister shook the air. Her face left your shoulder as she buried it into the sleeves of her jacket. The material soaked up her salty teardrops and she forced herself to take some deep breaths in order to calm down. Just as her body stopped quivering, the thought entered her mind again and she remarked,

“He’s never gonna-”

Fred looked on in surprise as you leaned forward and pulled Ginny in for a tight hug. Your hand rubbed along her back, soothing the young girl. She rubbed her eyes constantly, the redness only worsening. Pulling away, you rubbed the drops away from under Ginny’s eyes and gave her a small smile,

“No, he will. I just think he’s got all this stuff with ‘he-who-must-not-be-named’ on his mind… but even if he doesn’t, then he’s not the one. You’re an amazing person, Ginny. Any guy would be lucky to have you but you’re too young to be heartbroken over a little boy. I don’t want you wasting your time being sad about boys when you should be having fun with me and your friends!”

“You really mean that, Y/n?” Her eyes lit in hopefulness. Ginny had quickly become a little sister of sorts to you. Seeing her upset, hurt, mad, anything, you felt it too. Although Ginny was young, only thirteen. You didn’t want her ruining herself chasing after a boy who wasn’t able to give her the time and attention she deserved. Being friends with Harry, your judgement told you that the poor boy most likely didn’t even catch onto the fact Ginny fancied him.

Chosen one? Yes. Oblivious one? Also yes.

On the other side of the wall, Fred’s heart was basically goop from the exchange. He messed with his sister, sure, but she was still his baby sister and it meant the world to him to see you, his girlfriend, so kind, and sweet to Ginny.

“I would never lie to you, Ginny.” You promised her.

“I should go wash up before dinner, I’m sure I look a mess! I’ll see you then, okay? And… thank you, Y/n. It means a lot to have you around and I don’t know, it’s cool to have you as a friend.” She reached forward and gave you one last hug. You grinned at her and said,

“Of course, Ginny. It’s cool to have you as a friend as well.”

Fred smiled to himself. He never realized just how much his sister looked up to you and it made him feel prouder than ever to call you his.

Not long later, Ginny rushed off down the staircase heading back for her dorm room. It had been hours since she’d return so it didn’t seem like the best choice to go missing for hours then show up for dinner with a blotchy face from crying. She wasn’t up for the questions and prying. You waved goodbye to her then sat for a few moments by yourself in silence. Well, at least you had assumed you were alone.

Right as your body began sinking in relaxation into the step, an entering pair of footsteps caused your eyes to snap open. Emerging from the open hallway outside the stairwell was a particular adorning red head you had grown to love so much. Fred stepped in through the arch and grinned at you. You were surprised by his presence, you had yet to see him all day, having spent most of it comforting Ginny, so you were taken aback that he was able to find you.

“Freddie! How did you find me?” You jumped up with a grin and threw your arms around Fred’s neck. His knees pulled him down from the force and his hands wrapped around your waist, accepting the embrace fully. Chuckling loudly Fred joked,

“Ah, so you were hiding from me!”

You sent him a narrowed look and pointed towards the direction where Ginny had retreated.

“No, no, I wasn’t hiding. Your sister needed me so I decided to be with her. I’m sorry, I should’ve told you-” Your apology was cut short by the feeling of Fred’s plump lips kissing yours. He kept the kiss short and sweet, just wanting to taste your lips. He went almost the whole day not seeing you so he wasn’t able to resist for much longer. You kissed him back, a bit more forcefully than Fred. His lips danced against yours, the action of snogging being second nature among you two. Fred pulled away slowly, his lips staying close to yours. Your foreheads were leaning against each other, smiles plastered on both your lips.

“That was maybe the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. You were so nice to Ginny, love. You didn’t need to do that.” He insisted in a whisper tone. Moving your forehead against his you explained,

“I wanted to, she’s my friend. I really care about her and… I don’t know, I’ve never had someone who looks up to me so, it’s kinda fun to know someone thinks I’m admirable.”

Glancing up, Fred’s eyes were already locked on yours. The warmth and homeiness of his honey pooled eyes pulled you in. Brown eyes never looked so perfect until you met Fred. Stepping up on your tiptoes, your hand secured itself along Fred’s jaw as you tugged him towards you. He parted his lips as you planted another kiss to his mouth. It was more of a peck, a tinny smooch leaving you to separate quickly. Leaning back into Fred’s arms, you basked in his hold. Never once did you ever feel exposed to danger when Fred had his arms clasped around you. It was impossible.

“That’s why I love you, you’re just perfect in every way. Everyday you find new ways to make me fall in love with you all over again...you’re too sweet, darling. Thank you for looking out for Ginny. It means a lot to me. Even if it means I have to share my time with you, which is just criminal, it does mean a lot.” His lips wasted no time scattering a mess of small, wet kisses along your face. No inch was left unkissed. You giggled wildly as he continued for a few moments. Planting one last kiss to your pursed lips, Fred stopped his attack and leaned back to smirk at you. Your laughter died out as you began to calm yourself. Smiling over to Fred, you reached for his hand and squeezed it in reassurance. “Of course, Freddie. I love you, babe.”

Lifting his hand, he rested his cheek on the skin of your hand. His face turned so he could press a faint peck to your hand, then he glanced up at you through his lashes.

“I love you too, darling. How bout we make up for all that lost time, hm?” That devilish, mischievous smirk you saw far too often had returned. Playing dumb you just chuckled,

“I was thinking the exact same thing, I was wanting some dinner too!”

“You know that wasn’t what-” You interrupted him, placing your pointer finger in the center of his lips creating a ‘shush’ gesture. He stared at you waiting for the next move. It was now you who held the bold smirk. You grasped Fred’s hand and pulled him towards the stairs so you could get to the Great Hall. His face fell in disappointment, clearly expecting a different turn of events. You didn’t leave him down for long when you batted your long lashes up at Fred and stated,

“Dinner first, then dessert after, okay?” It was the way you said it rather than the words themselves that did him in. That playful gleam that sparked in your eyes, he loved it.

Fred immediately felt his clothes, more specifically his trousers, turn tight at your words alone. He side eyed you as you skipped down the steps, unsure if you were the one teasing him now, or if you were being truthful. Narrowing his peer in seriousness, Fred tried to decipher the sickly sweet smirk on your lips. It wasn’t until you turned the tables, lifting his hand up to kiss the back of it, that he realized you weren’t joking. Eagerness took over as Fred locked his hand even more securely around yours and sped up his pace to the Great Hall. “Anything you say, love.”

He practically chased you the whole way to the dinning hall, your loud laughter filling the silence in the air. Your friends chuckled when they saw you two running in. You guys never seemed happier and it made all they ecstatic to see their friends finding love with each other. George waved the two of you over having saved a spot next to him for both of you. Fred escorted you to the opening, his hand never leaving yours even when you sat. For the rest of the meal, Fred’s hand rotated between your hand and your thigh, but never left your skin. And when Ginny sat down and smiled over at you, engaging you in conversation, Fred just squeezed your hand with a small grin, and pretended not to listen in. From then on, Fred only interrupted your hangout sessions to join in, and surprisingly, Fred Weasley was a great gossiper.

[im-a-space-gay]

Welcome to Camp Sanders!

(I’ve downloaded three translators to find out half the time Google Translate was either the only one getting it right or the only one getting it wrong. If there is any mistakes in any language besides English, I am sorry as I only speak English fluently [ha, fluently]. Also yes, ANOTHER AU. Look, I’m idea/story fluid along with gender fluid. Deal with it.)

“I do not see the point of summer camp,” a fourteen year old boy stated, looking out the car window in resentment towards the camp and kids of varying ages running around.

This boy’s name was Logan Lee Lucy, born November 3rd in Japan and moving to the U.S. when he was three. With black hair pushed away from his eyes that were sapphire blue, he wore rectangular glasses and a black T-shirt with gray shorts. Normally he wore polos and ties, but his awful mother said that was too formal for where she was sending him.

Camp Sanders.

Camp Sanders was a summer camp for kids from eight to eighteen, and was in the middle of a forest without anything around it. It was a place for kids to find and pursue interests, and there was plenty activities from outdoors to indoors, pleasing every kid.

Every kid, except for Logan, of course.

“You need to spend some time in the sunshine and make friends,” his mother said in response, and Logan huffed, crossing his arms and sliding down the seat.

“Friends are for spineless maggots who are dependent on others for happiness,” Logan glared, and his mother sighed.

“No wonder why you’re never happy.”

“I’m happy plenty, I’ll have you know!” Logan lied, finally unbuckling his seatbelt, and grabbing his backpack.

“Alright,” his mother said, twisting around to look at him with a smile from the driver’s seat. “Just... try to have a nice summer, okay? I love you.”

“I love you too,” Logan said before leaving, grasping his backpack straps as he stared down the streams of kids, his mother driving away behind him. He was just about to follow the children before someone poked his shoulder. He looked over to see a boy that was probably his age, smiling widely.

He was fairly tan, with a infinite amount of freckles and curly orange locks with bright blue eyes. When Logan paid attention to the smile, he could see a small gap between his two middle incisors on the top. He had a baby blue crop top and khaki short shorts, with a pink backpack and round glasses.

“Hiya! I’m Patton Hart, fourteen, he/him!” He said, sticking his hand out to shake, which Logan did with a raised eyebrow.

“Logan Lucy, fourteen, he/him.”

“Nice to meet ya Logan!” Patton smiled wider, and Logan picked up on a small Irish accent. “Now, I’m no expert, but are you new?”

“Yes?” Logan blinked, wondering if he was that obvious before something else crossed his mind. “Wait, some people come here repeatedly?”

“Yeppers!” Patton said, pointing at himself. “I’ve been here for three summers before this one, and I’m friends with most that keep coming here! I just really love this camp! Among other things....”

Patton murmured the last part with a blush, suddenly acting shy as he fiddled with his earlobe with a tiny smile. Logan would ask, but he was rather befuddled with this new information.

“So you come back to summer camp... because you want to?” Logan asked in desbelief, and Patton’s shy demeanor vanished as he nodded with a bright grin.

“Uh huh! Who knows, maybe you’ll do the same!” Logan scrunched his nose at the statement.

“Doubtful, but alright.”

“Now, I’ll help you get signed in since you’re in my age group!” Patton said cheerfully, taking Logan’s hand and dragging him with the rest of kids that were going to a giant building, which Logan found out was the mess hall upon entering.

Logan, after looking around the -rather aesthetically pleasing- hall, realized that Patton was talking to him and listened in.

“-onder which cabin you’ll be placed in!”

“Cabin?” Logan parroted, and Patton glanced in his direction before pulling him to a forest green table with a couple clipboards.

“Yep! You’ll be placed in a cabin based on age and sex -unless you’re trans, than you go in with the gender you identify with so you don’t feel dysphoria- and you get five bunk mates!” Patton explained, telling him to sign in while he checked which cabin Logan was placed in.

Logan finished his signature when Patton gasped loudly, and Logan jumped, looking at him in confusion. Patton faced him excited, showing the clipboard to him.

“You’re in the Sides cabin! THAT’S MY CABIN!” And before Logan could open his mouth, Patton gasped again with a worried look and turned the clipboard to him again.

After scanning it, he sighed in relief.

“Uh,” Logan intelligently said, and Patton looked up, blinking.

“Oh sorry, I was just checking who left the Sides cabin. It was just Dev, so no reason to worry!”

“Alright,” Logan nodded, feeling like he was missing something.

“Well,” Patton said, grabbing Logan’s hand again. “Let’s head to our cabin! You’re going to love the others!”

They were out of the mess hall before Logan could blink, Patton being in more of a hurry than before, they weaved through the crowd before arriving at a small cabin that looked exactly the same as the rest of the cabins, if you excluded the sign above the door reading “Sides”. Patton took a calming breath before opening the door, and everyone in the room looked over, making Logan flinch even as they looked at Patton with wide grins.

Two of the boys were undoubtedly twins of Hispanic origins, one wearing a red T-shirt and washed out overalls, while the other wore a green T-shirt and black overalls with holes, their dark brown hair swooping dramatically and brown eyes filled with energy. It seemed these two were playing tug-o-war with a small rope before they opened the door.

Another had dark skin with a splotch of a lighter skin tone on the left side of his face, black hair braided away from his eyes. His left eye was green, while his right was brown, and he had a yellow tank top with a two headed snake and ripped jeans. It appeared this one was recording what the twins were doing with a smirk on his lips.

The final one seemed to be the only one of American descent in the cabin, with pale skin and brown hair long enough that it covered his eyes and ears and touched the tip of his nose. He had a strange hoodie that mainly was black, but the sleeves had alternating black and purple stripes, and the hood and pocket were purple. He also wore black high-waisted shorts with black thigh highs that almost reached the shorts, leaving the smallest sliver of pale skin between them, and purple headphones around his neck. He was hanging upside down, halfway off one of the top bunks, showing his emerald eyes.

“Hiya!” Patton said excitedly, dragging Logan in behind him, making Logan barely have time to close the door behind him.

“Patton!” The twins yelled simultaneously, dropping the rope and running over to hug Patton, thankfully making him let go of Logan’s hand so he could back away from the group hug.

When they pulled away, they looked at Logan, and smiled near-identical grins.

“Who’s this you brought with ya?” The one in red asked, making Logan happy when he stayed out of his personal bubble. Patton gasped and clapped, gesturing widely to him.

“Everybody, this is our new bunk mate, Logan! Logan, meet everybody!”

“Hi?” He said confused, and Patton pointed at the twins.

“These are Roman and Remus Royal, the twins! Roman wears red and Remus wears green,” Patton explained, and Logan nodded, making a silent note that the twins were color-coded. Then Patton walked over to the dark skinned one and slung an arm around him. “This is Janus Smith, a ball of sarcasm and friendship!”

Janus snorted, waving before saying, “less friendship, more snake.”

Logan blinked confused, wondering what that meant but Patton was already bounding toward the one hanging precariously from the bed, blush on his face.

“And this is Virgil Storm! He’s really anxious, listens to music a lot, and speaks any language except English out of spite, I’ve been told. He still understands English though!”

“こんにちは,” Virgil nodded, biting his lip. Logan nodded back, pleasantly surprised when Virgil spoke in his home language.

“こんにちは。英語を話してみませんか?” Logan asked, and he saw the others looking confused while Virgil smiled.

“私の家族は英語しか話せません。私は家族が嫌いです。”

Logan rose his eyebrow but nodded.

“Okay.”

“Anyways,” Patton said, dragging everyone’s attention to him. “It’s nice to see you all again!”

“You too!” The twins chimed, Janus nodding.

“Tú freisin Patton,” Virgil said, finally moving so he was not about to fall off the bed, covering his eyes with his bangs, and Logan was pretty sure Patton was blushing again. Probably because of everybody saying it was nice to see him as well.

At least, he thinks Virgil said that. Logan only spoke English and Japanese, not whatever that was. Though that did make him curious how many languages Virgil knew.

“So, shall we play twenty questions?” Janus questioned as Logan and Patton put their stuff on the remaining bunks. Everybody was quick to agree (wow okay he was going to have to get used to people speaking languages he didn’t understand), and Logan had only one thought as he watched Janus play catch with the twins, with Patton telling them how his year was and Virgil occasionally muttering to him in Japanese that he wished Logan luck with dealing with all of them.

Maybe this summer won’t be so bad.

[kerosene-insomniac]

To Be So Lonely

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Midoriya Izuku

Warnings: Heavy flirting, kinda aggressive tbh, wing-woman ochako

Word Count for Chapter: 3,270 words

A/N: The song is Bang Bang by Green Day

{0.7} Lemons

“When life gives you lemons, make sure you know whose eyes you need to squeeze them in.”

― Colleen Hoover

K A T S U K I

At this point, Katsuki should be able to tell the difference between a nightmare and a memory. Sadly, though, they often overlapped for him.

Katsuki doesn’t recognize this dream, though.

He’s sitting in a small room that’s barren, aside from a bed with a desk and dresser. Two black garbage bags were placed next to the toddler bed, where a smaller and much younger version of himself sat.

The small boy was no older than five or six, sniffling to himself as he messed with an action figure in his hands.

I don’t remember this.

Katsuki’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as he sat on the floor in front of the boy. The brat didn’t know he was there, so the tears started to flow.

“Katsuki? Where are you?”

Younger-Katsuki froze and immediately started to wipe away his tears. His red eyes were still puffy, but it would go away after a few minutes.

The door to the bedroom opened and an orange light brightened the room. A man, a strong beta, stood in the doorway. His hair was curly and brown, sticking up in odd places as if it was hard to maintain.

His eyes matched his hair, but looked exceedingly kind.

“I see.” The beta mumbled, his eyes flickering to the trash bags. “You still haven’t unpacked?”

Younger-Katsuki hid his previous emotion and huffed, crossing his arms. “Cause I don’t wanna! I don’t have to listen to you, stupid beta!”

I was a dick of a kid.

Instead of of getting angry, the kind beta chuckled and turned the bedroom light on. “Fair enough. Don’t you want to meet the baby?”

Baby?

Younger-Katsuki immediately brightened and shot off the bed. His action-figure was clenched tightly in his hand. “Auntie’s back?! With the baby!”

The beta grinned. “They just came home.”

The small pup screeched and bolted for the doorway, obviously trying to dart past the older man. Before he could, though, the older man stopped him with a gentle hand.

“Hold on, Katsuki.”

Younger-Katsuki stopped immediately, flinching away from the man’s touch as if it had been red-hot. He didn’t look excited anymore, but scared and obviously confused about the warning.

The beta sighed, pulling his hand away from Katsuki’s shoulder. “You’re not in trouble, Katsuki. I was just going to say that you need to wash your hands before you meet Izuku.”

Wait what the fuck.

Dream, then.

Definitely a dream.

“Oh.” Younger-Katsuki mumbled quietly, nodding to himself. “I’ll go wash my hands, then!”

Older-Katsuki, who had been watching the interaction with bated breath, relaxed as the bedroom door closed. Ever so faintly, the older alpha could hear the familiar trill of his morning alarm.

It was morning.

~

Katsuki’s eyes opened slowly.

His morning alarm pinged next to him on his night-stand, sounding more and more annoying as it bounced around the inside of his skull. The dream, which should have been fading by now, simply played over and over in his head.

Dammit.

Katsuki sat up and turned off his alarm before getting to his feet. He needed to go for a run, which should definitely help him him stop thinking about the green-eyed omega.

Deku.

Something about Deku was stupidly adorable and enticing to Katsuki. The small omega felt familiar and safe, despite the sole fact that they were strangers. Hell, the stupid Deku made it clear that weren’t even friends.

Which hurt way more than it should have.

Katsuki changed into his running clothes, making a mental note to take a shower when he returned. His own scent and pheromones always seemed more potent when he sweat, so it was his duty as an alpha to make sure his pheromones weren’t overwhelming to people around him.

Most wolves hated Katsuki’s scent.

Except Deku.

Even though Deku’s mumbling was incredibly annoying, it was becoming a useful tool to figure out what the shitty nerd was thinking. So when he mumbled about liking Katsuki’s strong scent, the ruby-eyed alpha was more than proud.

He’s fucking delighted.

Katsuki slipped his phone in the pocket of his jacket as Green Day started to blast in his ears. Crisp morning air nipped at his skin as he stepped outside, matching the pastel pinks and blues of the early-morning sky.

It was moments like these that made Katsuki feel calm.

I get my kicks and I wanna start a rager

I wanna dance like I'm on the video

I've got a fever for the violent behavior

I'm sweating bullets like a modern Romeo

Katsuki’s heart pounded as he ran his usual route, stopping every once in a while to allow cars to pass. He always liked running down-town for the simple sights he saw. He always saw something different each morning.

In the corner of his eye, Katsuki noticed the bar that he met a certain omega at. It was crazy that he had spent his whole life so close to Deku, but never actually meeting him.

Bang bang, give me fame

Shoot me up to entertain

I am a semi-automatic lonely boy

You're dead, I'm well fed

Give me death or give me head

Daddy's little psycho and mommy's little soldier

I testify like a lullaby of memories

Broadcasting live and it's on my radio

I've got my photobomb, I've got my Vietnam

I love a lie just like anybody else

Bang bang, give me fame

Shoot me up to entertain

I am a semi-automatic lonely boy

You're dead, I'm well fed

Give me death or give me head

Broadcasting from my room and playing with my toys

I wanna be a celebrity martyr

The leading man in my own private drama

Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour

Daddy's little psycho and mommy's little soldier

Katsuki felt sweat along his hair-line, but the alpha focused on lining his breathing with the heavy bass of his music. He has more than enough stamina to handle a simple run, but he probably should’ve eaten first.

There’s a cafe close by, though.

Shitty Hair mentioned that they had good natto…

Katsuki huffed and slowed his run to a light jog. He was hungry and shit, so he might as well check out Shitty Hair’s claim.

It’s probably shitty as fuck.

The ruby-eyed alpha came to a stop in front of the cafe, narrowing his eyes as he studied the aesthetic. It looked soft and strangely comforting with a subtle nod to traditional Japanese culture. It smell of tea and food, accompanied the sound of subtle chatter.

A good sign, to Katsuki’s chagrin.

Katsuki swallowed his pride and stepped inside, immediately freezing as an all-too-familiar omegan scent washed over his senses.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

Dark chocolate and seductive cherries hung in the air, full of happy pheromones. This scent could only belong to one person and one person only.

Izuku Midoriya was chatting affectionately with an older couple, dressed in a soft grey apron the tied perfectly around his small waist. He still had a few bruises and his lip was still bandaged, but he looked relatively okay.

But what the fuck was he doing here?!

Doesn’t he have a fucking concussion?

The small omega was completely oblivious to Katsuki’s presence.

Izuku was scribbling on a light blue notepad, laughing softly at whatever the old man said. His skin was a delicate pink that accented his freckles in a stupidly adorable way, making Katsuki’s heart thud in his chest.

Even his hair looked fluffier than normal, if possible.

“Welcome to Ame Hana!”

Katsuki’s attention was forced away from the green-eyed omega to focus on the short female in front of him. She was small and obviously an omega, with a chubby face and rosy cheeks. She was also wearing a gray apron, showing exactly why she was speaking to him.

She looked familiar, though.

“Hah?” Katsuki huffed, narrowing his eyes at the omega in front of him.

The small omega cocked her head to the side, cautiously sizing him up. “You’re here to eat, right? This is a cafe.”

Katsuki  blinked multiple times, his mouth settling into a firm scowl. “I guess. What the fuck are you talking to me for?”

“It’s my job.” The small omega snapped, her voice sharp.

The older alpha huffed, clenching his jaw and resisting the urge to fight the small omega in front of him. “Fine. Are you gonna get me a seat or make me stand here, Round Face?”

The omega frowned. “My name is Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou.”

Katsuki froze. “Excuse me?!”

Round Face (Uraraka?) huffed and crossed her arms, obviously trying to looked intimidating to the taller alpha. “I’m friends with Deku. I was at the fight and we literally met in the locker-room last night. Remember?”

Not really...

All Katsuki could focus on after his fight was trying to see Deku. When he burst into the locker-room, Katsuki was stressed to see the small omega still unconscious. Honestly, he barely remembered meeting Aizawa.

“Are you here to see Deku?”

Katsuki snapped out of his daze and growled. “Why would I be here to see that dumb nerd? I’m here to eat, Pink Cheeks.”

Uraraka raised an eyebrow at him, obviously amused. “Oh really? You were looking at him like a lovesick puppy before I came over here.”

“I was not!”

The small omega waved him off, laughing softly as she grasped a menu in her hands. “I’ll put you in his section. We’re unusually busy, so we’ve had to shut down the actual place to order. Deku will help you in a second.”

Katsuki’s head spun as she spoke.

This is happening way too fucking fast.

Instead of arguing, Katsuki followed the small omega to a small table. Deku’s sweet scent was all over it, making the strong urge to scent it himself become almost overbearing for the large alpha.

“Why the fuck are you doing this?”

Uraraka hummed, watching Katsuki as he sat down. “What do you mean, Bakugou? I’m obviously doing my job.”

Katsuki scoffed, rolling his ruby eyes at her vague response. “Don’t bullshit me. Why are you and the other extras so intent on me and Deku? Why the fuck are you doing this at all?”

“I just want him to be happy.”

The alpha blinked in surprise, his scowl vanishing as his mouth opened. Uraraka smiled warmly at him, handing him a hastily put together menu. “And what makes you think that I can do something like that? He fucking hates me.”

Uraraka shrugged. “He called me when he got home last night.

Katsuki’s senses heightened. “He did?”

“Yup!” Uraraka grinned, noticing the alpha’s change in demeanor. “He was very flustered and unsure about what he should do. I think that you’re his favorite.”

The ruby-eyed alpha narrowed his gaze, obviously suspicious. “His favorite? What the fuck does that mean, Round Face?”

The small omega studied him, here doe-eyes full of clear amusement at his behavior. “Most alphas treat him like he’s about to break. You think that he shouldn’t be fighting, but that doesn’t change how you interact with him.”

“Your fucking point?” Katsuki’s voice was rough.

Uraraka smiled softly. “You’re the first alpha he’s met that hasn’t immediately tried to get in his pants. You also clearly challenged him to a sparring match last night, so you’re willing to treat him like an actual opponent.”

She turned to walk away, but she glanced back at Katsuki. “He doesn’t want protection. He wants someone who offers support and challenges. You’ve gotten closer to him than most alphas, Bakugou. Good luck.”

****

I Z U K U

“Tell Inko I said hello, will you?”

Izuku smiled widely at the mated pair, respectfully bowing his head. “Of course! I’m sure that Mom will be ecstatic when she hears that you’re in town again!”

The small omega offered a silent goodbye and walked away from the table. 

His whole body felt sore and tired, and Izuku knows that he definitely looks worse for wear. If he didn’t have bills to pay, the small omega would definitely be at home with his mother. They haven't spent any time together recently.

Izuku walked towards the counter and dropped the two menus off, gingerly squeezing hand sanitizer onto his hands afterward. 

“Deku!”

The small omega hummed as Uraraka squealed into his ear, already used to her loud and bubbly behavior. “What is it now? I’m not taking over your tables so you can go on a date with Iida, Uraraka.”

Uraraka laughed, placing her batch of menus next to Izuku’s. “I was going to say that you have a special customer at table five.”

“Special?” Izuku repeated, glancing at his friend.

The bubbly omega next to him grinned, her eyes full of mischievous glee. “I think he came here by accident, but you’ll be so excited when you see him!”

Izuku narrowed his eyes at her before glancing at table five.

Dammit.

Katsuki Bakugou was staring intently at him from table five. He was in running clothes and covered in a slight sheen of sweat, but there was no mistaking those crimson eyes. The alpha wasn’t even scowling at Izuku, which was more than odd.

Izuku scoffed, shooting a glare in Uraraka’s direction. “I hate you. Why do you and Hitoshi try so hard to embarrass me?”

“Because it’s fun!”

The emerald-eyed omega sighed and grabbed his blue notepad. “You owe me lunch for the next three days.”

Izuku left Uraraka’s side without bothering to hear her response. His skin felt warm and slightly pink as he approached Kacchan’s table, anxiety churning in his stomach like a tidal ocean wave. 

Don’t.

Panic.

It was easier said than done, though.

Izuku smiled warmly as he came to a stop at the table. “Welcome to Ame Hana! My name is Midoriya and I’ll be your server today!”

Kacchan raised an eyebrow at him, obviously amused by the omega’s stiff professionalism. He smirked lightly, almost like he was resisting the urge to laugh. “Cut the bullshit, Deku. Why the fuck are you working with a concussion?”

Straight to the point, then.

I should’ve seen this coming.

“Not everyone is a multi-millionaire, Kacchan.” Izuku snapped, trying to calm his expression. 

Kacchan narrowed his eyes, completely unbothered by the omega’s hostile tone. “But you won a professional fight last night. I’m sure you’re okay to take a day off.”

Izuku felt his eye twitch slightly as his annoyance level steadily increased. 

The alpha narrowed his crimson eyes as Izuku glared at him, carefully studying the small omega. “If you have something to say, then say it. I’m sure that Pink Cheeks won’t give a shit if you sit down with me for a few minutes.”

“And if I don’t want to?”

Kacchan grinned devilishly. “Then you don’t get the lovely satisfaction of telling how independent and strong you are without my input.”

When you put it that way...

Izuku sighed and pocketed his notepad. After placing his ballpoint pen behind his ear (where it was adorably peeking out of his curls) the small omega pulled out a chair and sat across from the smug alpha.

He’s definitely not doing this because Katsuki is stupidly attractive when he’s smug.

Not at all.

Kacchan smirked wider, his dominant pheromones sharpening as he leaned forward. “Should’ve known that you’d stay for that, Deku. That’s cute.”

Izuku flushed a bright red, his stomach churning with butterflies as he took a few shallow breaths. “Don’t ch-change the subject, Kacchan. I’m only answering your questions before I go back to work.”

“Why the fuck are you at work with a concussion?”

The small omega swallowed thickly, his face incredibly hot under Katsuki’s stare. “I have bills to pay. A friend of mine is a medical student and said that my concussion isn’t bad enough to be on bed-rest.”

Actually, Iida was strongly against Izuku coming to work.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes. “Bullshit. You were unconscious for five hours, Deku. I bet that you ignored his advice to stay home.”

“That’s hardly your concern.” Izuku countered, tracing patterns into the table with his fingertips. 

The red-eyed alpha huffed, studying Izuku’s scarred and bandaged hands. “Someone has to worry. What kind of fucking bills do you have that make you so willing to put your well-being on the line?”

Izuku raised an eyebrow. “I don’t have to answer that, Kacchan. I’m not a weak omega in need of saving, you know.”

“I fucking know that!”

The small omega laughed, biting his lip as Katsuki flushed pink. “Then I’m not sure why you’re so invested. I’m not any different than most unmated omegas my age.”

Katsuki huffed crossing his arms. His biceps flexed, almost distracting Izuku for a second. “No, you’re different. I’ve watched you kick the shit out of an alpha thrice your size, and you have no sense of fucking self preservation.”

“Why does that bother you so much?”

The alpha fell silent for a split second, obviously studying Izuku before he spoke again. “It bothers me because it looks like you prefer putting others before yourself. It’s fucking idiotic, shitty Deku.”

Izuku’s heart thudded in his ears as butterflies churned in his stomach. Being so physically close with an alpha that made him weak at the knees was probably a bad idea. Katsuki probably only saw him as a helpless omega, which meant that his kindness was likely coming straight from his knot.

However, this doesn’t stop Izuku from feeling flustered.

Katsuki leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “You’re coming to the gym today, right? Be fucking honest, nerd.”

Izuku snapped out of his daze, furrowing his eyebrows. “Shota doesn’t want me to overwork myself, so I’m just touring with sensei today. Why?”

“What time do you get off work?”

The small omega did a double-take at Katsuki’s boldness. “Excuse me? I, um, I’m not sure I’m following…”

Katsuki smirked, leaning closer to Izuku and pushing a stray curl out of the omega’s face. “Do I need to spell it out for you, nerd? I’ll be escorting you to the gym, but we need to stop by my place first.”

“I-I don’t think-” Izuku’s face felt hot.

He’s so close.

The alpha’s crimson red orbs sharpened as he scanned Izuku’s face. “You’re pale and it looks like you haven’t been eating well. I can’t kick your shitty ass if you pass out in the ring, shitty deku.”

“I-I was running late today…”

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed. “You fucking idiot.”

Izuku pouted, his freckled cheeks a rosy pink. “I don’t usually skip breakfast Kacchan. Stop being mean…”

“What time does your shift end, nerd?”

The small omega squeaked as Katsuki ran his thumb across his bruised cheek. “In thirty minutes. Uraraka is working my shift so I could go tour the gym…”

Katsuki pulled away after a few seconds, his light touch and narrowed gaze lingering on Izuku’s bruised face. “Then you’re coming with me, Deku. We’ll stop by your place and grab your workout clothes, but I’m making sure that your scrawny ass eats something.”

Izuku squeaked. “You can’t just-”

“I’m sure that Round Face won’t mind, right?”

The confident pheromones came off of Katsuki in waves. Even though he was wearing pheromone patches, Izuku could clearly smell his caramel scent. It was rich and intoxicating, leaving the small omega addicted.

Izuku shivered slightly, almost breathless. “Okay. But I’m only agreeing because you’re a stubborn prick, Kacchan.”

Katsuki smirked wickedly. “Don’t act like you don’t like it, Deku.”

[artsyxloner]

Not just a Monster

Warning: blood, violence

5: A helping hand

( Scenes in this story from the show will change a little for it to fit in with my character's plot)

I pushed on the door trying to get it to open but it wouldn't budge. It must have been locked. I banged on it to one of their attention.

It must have worked because a younger girl came noticing me. She a was quickly unlocked it and pulled the door open. But the look on her face seemed Scares.

It was probably because It seemed like I came from a murder scene. As I stepped forward she backed away holding up a Machete that she had possibly picked up I doubt she could use it.

Telling by how bad her hands were shaking. Taking my attention away I saw a Familiar tongue as it Searches for its next victim. Blood dripped from it as it busted through a locker door a man had picked up to block the monsters from coming in but not every part of it.

Taking the machete from the girl's hand I gripped it running over there to help it get away from the ground of people that was still holding back the wailing woman.

Bringing the long sharp blade up I brought it down cutting the monster's tongue in half. The impact of the hit sent blood flying in all directions.

The guy that was standing next to the locker had gotten it on his round glasses and face. While I got it in my eyes.

The tongue monsters Shrieks could be heard. As its tongue rejected back into its mouth. I kicked the rest of the cut-off tongue away as it made a slimy trail.

It was still for a minute everyone panting until the woman that was on her knees and crying spoke up.  Her chest heaved up and deep like she was hyperventilating.

" it's all your fault!" The woman got up, I didn't get what she meant by that until I saw out the entrance a young girl laid dead on the ground that must have been her daughter.

" I should've gone out!" She went up to the guys hitting his chest as She drew more heavy sobs. " It's your fault.... you killed her!" The woman kept repeating as the rest stayed quiet.

Continuing to hit the guy. But it was like he wasn't listening like he was in a daze or something. Keeping the Machete that was in my hand I walked away but got stopped by a few gasps a old short man that had a wrinkly face came up to me.

" what the hell was that?!" The short man shouted, I frowned wondering why he was yelling at me knowing I expanded their lives. " some thanks would be appreciated?" I bumped into his shoulder going to get some Furniture to block the entrance.

He seemed taken back by my words and gesture. And followed me, " where did you come from looking like that did you kill someone?" The old man kept asking me annoying questions.

" honey, she just helped us leave the girl alone." An old lady in blue with curly hair asked that must have been her husband I feel sorry for her. " the man on the speaker asked survivors to come down didn't he?"

I turned to look at the nosy-ass man. He just grumbled going over to his wife saying fat ass cow. This angered me knowing what it was like being called names like that.

Look who's talking I mumbled. I went near the back, looking I found a lounge chair and pushed it to the front. I knew everyone had their eyes on me except the lady that lost her daughter that was being comforted by a woman with a white Pomeranian.

Knowing my action that all began to do what I was doing. Even stacking the plastic crates up against the rolling steel doors. The guy with the round glasses was still in a daze.

I followed him helping pick up a door. " It's not your fault you know," I said, not knowing how to handle this. " I bet you Kept her from going so she wouldn't be killed. Am I right?" I questioned.

But he still wouldn't talk, I wasn't good at trying to comfort people especially people I didn't know. Biting my lip I stayed quiet and just continued with what we were doing.

Going back-and-forth carrying heavy stuff the woman with the Pomeranian and the old lady in blue was talking. Finishing up with a conversation they were having.

I heard the woman's name that lost her daughter was Cha Jin-ok. I frowned as she sat on the ground in despair. Going over to my duffel bag I took out a pack of tissues and brought them over to her.

It took a few minutes for the woman to notice me but when she did she glanced up. Bringing my hand forward I Motioned for her to take the pack of tissues.

I saw tears drop from her eyes as she pondered on if she should take them. But she eventually did opening the pack taking one of the white, soft, paper.

Wiping off her face with them I smiled when she gave me a nod of thanks. She was about to give them back but I shook my head. " keep them, you need them more than me."

That's was all I said but she stopped me before I left. " you might want to wash up?" I frowned, " Pardon?" not getting what she was talking about but then remembered I was covered in blood.

"Oh," I pointed to myself and laughed " we're are the restroom?" Lifting her shaking fingers pointed behind me. I bowed and left. As I was passing the restroom that had an ugly shade of green tile there was a conversation coming from the guys' room.

I wouldn't normally stop in and Eavesdrop on someone's conversation but it was about me. Getting closer I listened carefully.

" so do you think she's infected?" A young voice said I didn't recognize it. Well, I only know three voices here and that's all. " I don't know but I hope that fat pig is so she can get thrown out!"

I recognized the voice it was from that grumpy old man. " I've never seen her here? She had come out from the back, not the stairs there are no apartments back there just store she had to come out from outside."  He kept speaking.

" if any are found infected they should be thrown out, and–" I left before he could finish his sentence. My palms in fist from anger.

He doesn't know what it is like to be infected waiting on if when you're going to turn into a hideous monster. At any given time And try to survive out there All alone I bet he couldn't do it he would die in minutes!

I stormed into the lady's room going to the sink. I was so shocked when I saw myself. My face was nothing but covered in blood, sweat, and ash feeling it was all smeared and dried up.

Maybe I should go, knowing I was infected I shouldn't stay here if the others are clean I don't want to risk humanity's safety for what little it is left.

I signed, Turing on the knob of Cold Water and pumping some soap in my hands. I Scrubbed my skin hard until it was nothing but red and raw. Finishing up I dried my face with a brown paper towel.

There was no telling when I would have another nosebleed? Thinking I should have taken the rest of the issues paper from the woman I grabbed a few sheets from the paper Towel dispensers did stuff them in my pockets.

Walking out I passed the guy with the round glasses he was holding his stomach in pain. I would ask if he was alright but he would just ignore me it still looked like he was dazed though.

Walking back to the front I noticed the door that had locker compartments, chairs, and dresser blocking it that must have been one of the Entrances coming-down from the stairs.

The doorknob rattled Indicating someone was behind there But why was it blocked off if they wanted the survivors to come down?

The man on the speakers probably wanted them to take the elevator instead since it was working. I'm still surprised this place had power and running water.

I hurried over to the door pushing and pulling things away trying to let the person in when I was halfway done when there were a loud thud and an ear-piercing scream.

I had jumped but wasn't surprised knowing the Situation we were all in. It was probably a monster attacking somebody. I hurried to search for my Machete picking it up I ran back to the door Swinging it open.

Ready to attack but stopped seeing a girl covering her face as she was staring at somethings I followed her terrified gaze and my heart stopped.

There laid a teenage boy on the floor unconscious or dead as his blood crept out through his clothes creating a puddle. He was holding some advanced Speer in his hands.

[thequeenkrys15]

Can I Kiss You

This one goes out to Miss Sofia, aka @chrisdiels-babygirl 

I am your actual secret admirer from the CNCO Valentine Grams, and I have to say being on this journey with you has been fun and interesting. Like I said before, you deserve the world, and I hope this fic does it for you. 

Before you start this read love, please know that I have never done this before, so if it’s not to your liking please tell me and I will gladly make modifications.

Pairing: Christopher Velez x Sofia!Reader

Word Count: 4000+

Warnings: Smut, 18+, minors DNI, protected sex (no glove, no love) fingering, slight oral, tooth rotting fluff and google translated spanish

And shoutout to @flamediel for bringing us all together on this Valentine’s Day. The world needs more love!

Anyways, Sofia honey, this one’s for you!

It was one hot summer day in Miami, FL, and you were enjoying the weather by relaxing on the beach. You layed out on the sand in your favorite one-piece red swimsuit while sipping on a raspberry lemonade. “Everything is just perfect” you thought, as you slowly closed your eyes. You were about to take a short nap on the beach before a volleyball came out of nowhere. It crashed into you, spilling your drink everywhere. As you were trying to clean yourself up, you saw a man appear out of the corner of your eye. “Lo siento. I am so sorry. Are you okay?” You were caught off guard by his accent, but he would not be getting off that easy. You were about to tell him off when you finally looked up in his direction, and the wind was knocked out of your lungs for the second time that day. He had pale skin and the most tattoos she had ever seen on one person. His facial structure looked like it was carved from marble. He was as beautiful as you were stunned. But, you refused to give him the satisfaction of your shocked state. “Your volleyball spilled my drink all over me.” As you explained her distressed, you caught the stranger looking over your body a second too long, as if he was checking you out. “My bad about that, me and my friends were playing a little game. If you want, I could buy you another drink?” You were starting to think that maybe this accident was in your best interest. “Well, it would be a nice start. And your name is?” Before you received an answer, another gentleman, much taller, called out to your stranger, “¡Christopher! ¿Que haces?” Who you presumed to be Chris, then threw the volleyball at the taller gentleman and said “Me voy a poner al día más tarde” as he waved the man off. He then turned back to you, “Call me Chris, and you miss?” he asked for your name as he reached for your hand. “Sofia, my name is Sofia”. “That’s a lovely name Sofia” he said as he kissed your hand. “Now let’s go get you that drink.” As you walked away, you could not help but think “He has the most beautiful brown eyes I’ve ever seen. And that is how an unbeknownst love affair began.  

It has been two years since that moment at the beach, and in your mind, it has been the best years of your life. Never has you ever thought that you would meet someone who would one day become the light of your life, but you are happy to know that it’s Chris. Chris cherishes you like the queen you are and makes sure he tells you every second of every day. Chris first started off with morning text messages, to let the lady in his life know that he was thinking of her. Then it continued with hanging out on your spare time, later turning into actual dates. Every date you would have Chris would bring flowers. It got to the point where you had to tell him to stop because you were running out of vases. After every date when he walked you to your doorstep, he would ask, “Can I kiss you?”, because he is ever the gentleman. In order to take things slow, he would kiss your cheek, and then as your dates went on, he would move to your lips. As your relationship progressed, Chris made an effort to make more time for his special lady. You knew he was in a band, and sometimes things came up, you never held it against him. But if he did have to miss a date, he always made sure to make it up to you in a huge way. After two months of dating, Chris decided to introduce you to his band members that also doubled as his best friends. You went to a barbeque hosted by one of his bandmates, Richard. It was a full-blown party when you two arrived. As you made yourself comfortable, Chris went to go round up all the boys so you could meet them. You recognized the tall one from the beach, Zabdiel. Then you met curly haired Joel, along with a green-eyed fellow named Erick. And finally you shook the party host’s hand, Richard, who had an impressive set of tattoos himself. They greeted you with open arms, asking you questions about your life, and if Chris was causing you any trouble. Immediately they knew you were a good girl for Chris. 

You two did not sleep together until you were three months into the relationship, because both of you had been with people who did not protect your heart and you wanted to be sure. It was after a movie night at your place, watching “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone”. The night could have been written in a movie script alone. You two were on the couch, laughing about a memory you told him. The laughs died down, and both you and Chris stared into each other’s eyes. As you both start to lean into one another, he asks “Can I kiss you, Sofia?”. The second you nod your head, because you are at a loss for words, he crashes his lips to yours. It was soft at first, you two just relishing in being in each other’s presence. But then the kiss grew heated, as he licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You accepted, tasting the oreos he had earlier on his tongue. Chris then placed you on his lap, your legs straddling over his. With his hands gripping your waist and your hands holding the sides of his face, both of you fought for dominance in the kiss, with Chris eventually winning out. You pulled away from the kiss first, your lungs gasping for air, but that did not deter Chris from trailing kisses all the way down to your collarbone. “Take me to the room” you said breathlessly. “You sure nena?” You nodded quickly, never being surer of anything in your life. He picked you up, and walked you both to your bedroom, as he continued to pepper you with kisses. Once he made it to your room, he kindly sat down on the side of your bed, with you still in his arms. He began to move your shirt up your torso, stopping momentarily to see if you’d object. When no such words came, he lifted your shirt over your head. He peppered kisses over your collarbone and began to suck hickies into the mounds of your breasts. “Tan hermosa” he said into your cleavage. You moaned, for he was doing wonders for your body, nipping at your skin while licking away the pain. He made quick work of your jeans and then tossed you on the bed. For a minute he didn’t move, just stared at you with lust and admiration in his eyes. You were starting to feel self-conscious, until he said something that made your heart soar. “You are the most radiant woman I have ever had the pleasure of calling mine.” He made quick work of his clothes as well, until both of you were left in your underwear. “Soy tan afortunado” he whispered as he crawled over you. Your tongues battled it out as you began to kiss once more. You were so enraptured by his mouth that you don’t see what his hand is doing until it reaches beneath your black underwear. You gasp, as you feel Chris’ hand move over slit, collecting your juices. “Estas tan mojada nena”. Once he moves his finger to your nub, your hips buck into his hand, asking for more. Chris starts to draw patterns on your swollen nub, living for the reactions your face is making. “¿Quieres más nena?” he asks as he draws figure eights on your pearl. You nod, but that’s not enough for him, he wants to hear the desperation in your voice. “Use your words nena.” “Yes Chris! I need more!” He then slid his index finger into your heat, massaging a part in your channel that made you see stars. He added a second finger, and then a third as he saw your face contort in pleasure. You were a mess, holding onto him for dear life as the coil in your belly was threatening to break. Chris could see it, that you weren’t going to last much longer. “It’s okay Sofia. Let go. Cum for me.” At the sound of his command, you came with a scream, your body buzzed and jolted, as you saw nothing but a white flash in your eyes. You were absolutely spent, as Chris asked if you had any condoms. You pointed to your nightstand since you were still coming down from your high. As he pulled his boxers down, stared at his shaft in complete and utter shock. You said to yourself “This man has the most exquisite dick you have ever laid eyes on”. He rolled himself into the contraceptive and proceeded to take off your underwear, as he laid on top of you. “¿Puedo besarte?” he asks again. You nod frantically, connecting your lips, as you feel the head of his cock enter your tight channel. You hiss as your walls tried to stretch to accommodate his size. Chris held onto your hips as he pushed in, stopping frequently to make sure you were okay. Once he was fully seated, you felt a little discomfort, he was bigger than the usual guys you dealt with. He cooed in your ear, whispering how you were doing so well and how he feels so good being inside you. After waiting a minute, you tell him to move, and when he does that first draw back, your eyes rolled into the back of your head. He felt better than you could have ever imagined. He sucked on your neck-shoulder juncture, as he began with slow strokes, sending you to the moon over and over again. You held onto him tight, not wanting any space between your bodies. Once he got into a rhythm, he started going faster, so fast the headboard was banging against the wall, surely waking the neighbors. He angled his hips to find your g-spot, and he knew he found it when you started wail. “Right there Chris! Don’t stop!” You started to feel that coil in your stomach tighten again, and Chris knew it too. He tilted your head towards him and made you look into his eyes. “Look at me Sofia, I want to see your face when you fll apart. Cum!” The look in his eyes, plus his command, was enough to send you spiraling. You thrashed off the bed, as your orgasm came in waves, and Chris helping you ride it out for as long as possible. As you were coming down from your high, Chris hit his climax, sending after shocks to your body as he spilled his seed into the condom. He fell on top of you, your breaths mixing together. After he was able to compose himself, he retreated to your bathroom to grab a small towel to clean both you and him up. He threw away the condom, and as he scooted into bed behind you, he snuggled you into his side. You laid there, with a blissed out look on your face. Chris couldn’t help but stare, knowing that he was the reason for your intoxicated state. It was in that moment that he knew, he was in it for the long haul. “¿Puedo besarte?” he asked. You looked at him with a lazy smile, and kissed his lips, before you both drifted off to sleep.

 After that moment, your relationship with Christopher skyrocketed, being filled with fun memories and laughter. After seven months of dating, he told you he loved you. It came out of the blue, both you and him sitting on opposite ends of his couch while watching “American Horror Story”. Both you and he were on your phones, not really paying attention to the TV. As Chris looked at you, he realized his feelings, and decided to make them known. When he said, “I love you”, you thought you hadn’t heard him clearly, but he repeated it clear as day, confidant in his words. After hearing him repeat his declaration, you didn’t hesitate to say it back. After a year of dating, he flew both of you to your favorite restaurant in Wisconsin called the Hairy Lemon. To this day he still doesn’t understand the name choice. But he doesn’t care, as long as it makes his special lady happy. It was your one-year anniversary, and both of you were looking spectacular, him in his black silk button up shirt, and you in your red loose-fitting jumpsuit. Chris could never stop staring when you wore red. The two of you sat down at your booth, engaging in meaningful and meaningless conversation, as you waited for your food. After you were done eating, Chris ordered from the dessert menu and waited for the waiter to leave. “Sofia, I have a gift for you” he said as he placed a velvet box onto the table. You opened it, and inside was a house key. “Christopher is this what I think it is?”. He reached for your hand. “Sofia, when I come home from being on the road with the boys, all I want is lay down in bed and sleep with you by my side. And I can’t do that if we live in separate apartments. Most of your stuff is over at my place anyway, and I just don’t see the use of us living in two places. I want you to move in with me.” Words cannot express the emotions that were running through you, so much so that all you could do was nod your head yes. Little did you know he already had movers at your place getting your things. 

The next two months were filled with late nights and lazy mornings. Moments where you were laying in bed, tracing his diamond tattoo were priceless. On your birthday he gifted you with a new car, a Red Ford Focus RS MK3 to be exact, which he just happened to know was your dream vehicle. Now you weren’t new to Chris granting you with extravagant gifts, from dresses to shoes to jewelry. But you were a bit wary from accepting a gift that was hundreds of thousands of dollars. “Christopher, no puedo aceptar esto. I can’t accept this baby. How would I ever pay you back?” This cause Chris to jump into action quickly, gently moving you to sit on the steps. “Okay first, gifts are not made to pay people back, you simply smile and say thank you.” He handed you the keys and waited for a reply. “Thank you, Christopher.” “Good, and second, I actually wanted to talk to you about that. I don’t want you to work anymore.” You stared at him in pure shock. “Dejame explicar. I see you come home stressed from the job every day. You always say that your boss is always rude, and the customers are disrespectful. I know that you are a strong-willed woman, and you don’t need me financially, but Sofia, I just want your days to be filled with happiness and fun times. I want to take care of you. Let me.” You started to think about it, how life would be like. “So, you want to become my sugar daddy?” Then he gave you his signature grin, “If that’s what you want to call it. I just want my lady to be happy.” As you mulled it over, the idea began to be more and more appealing. “Alright, I’ll quit this weekend. How about we celebrate by test driving my new car? As you both got into the car, Chris looked over at you, admiring his stunning girlfriend. “Sofia, can I kiss you?” “Like you even have to ask.” 

Since then, your life has been nothing but blissful. You can go wherever you want, see your friends whenever you wanted to, and the best part is, you got to come home to the man of your dreams every day. Life was great, but Chris was determined to make it better, starting with Valentine’s Day. It is now February 4th, and Chris is at home waiting at home with a candlelight dinner prepared. You walk into your shared home after hanging out with some friends. To say you were shocked was an understatement, you were completely in awe. “Chris, ¿Que es esto?” “Siéntate hermosa.” He leads you to the table. “Every day that we have spent together, you have brought a new light into my life, and I just want to show my appreciation.” “Chris, you already pay my bills, you bought me a car, and you keep money in my account, what more could you do?” you asked in disbelief. “How about a two-week getaway?” You were confused. “Sofia, do you remember when we were staying up late the other night just talking about random things, and you gave me your top five places to visit in the world?” You slowly nodded your head. “¡Vamos a hacerlo! I’ve already packed our bags. Baby, I want to take you on a five-stop tour of all the places on your list for Valentine’s Day.” You could have just started balling as the tears welled up in your eyes. “Chris, you do so much for me already, why would you do this?” You tried to hide your face away, but Chris wouldn’t let you. “Because I want hermosa, and I will always want to. Porfa Sofia, let me do this for us.” You nodded your head yes as you cried into his shoulder. He made you look him in his eyes, “Can I kiss you?” You said yes as he kissed your tears away. 

You were scheduled to leave on Saturday, February 6th, so that you could have your first love nest be in Italy. You flew first class, of course, even joined the Mile-High Club. You landed in Pisa, Italy, and it was as beautiful as you imagined. Each day was spent the same way: Chris would order breakfast in bed, you would try to get ready for the day, he would coerce you into staying in bed by erotic measures, eventually you two would leave and see the sights, you would either have dinner in the room or at a nice restaurant. But the night always ended with you two being entangled in the sheets. 

This went on for the next three days, until you had to leave to catch another flight, this one flying to Athens, Greece. You made sure to tell Chris that you wanted to see more of Athens, and not be held up in the hotel room again. He heard your request, but how was he supposed to listen when a gorgeous woman like yourself was laying right beside him, enticing him with those eyes. He would shimmy his way you’re your body, pulling apart your thighs. You kept telling him that you didn’t have time, but once his tongue hit your bundle of nerves, all bets were off. The Parthenon Temple could wait.

 You stayed in Greece until it was time for your next stop, Bora Bora. It would also be where Valentine’s Day would be spent. Of course he woke you with breakfast in bed, the pancakes shaped as hearts to express his love for you. After you ate, you took a shower together (getting more dirty than clean) and dressed yourselves for the day. You first began with an island tour, so you could see if there was anything extra that you wanted to do before you left. Then he surprised with jet skiing. When you came back with your red swimsuit on, Chris asks, “Isn’t that the same swimsuit you were wearing when we met?” You can’t believe he remembered. “Yeah, how’d you know?” “It’s my favorite one.” After the jet skiing activity, the two of you decided to go back to your hut to take a nap, because you had been exploring your countries since your trip started. Once you walked through the door, you two hit the bed fast. Two hours past by before Chris woke you up to get ready. You decided to wear a red bodycon dress since it was Valentine’s day and you wanted to play with Chris a bit. When he saw you in that dress, it was like he had been slapped in the face by your beauty. “You know, we could just have dinner here,” he said as he approached you, slyly putting his hands on your waist. “No papi, I want to show this dress off,” you say as you slip out of his grip. A car came to pick you up and take you to a fabulous restaurant. You requested a table outside so you could watch the ocean waves. As you ate, you stared at Chris, thinking “how did I score such an awesome person?” and you knew he was thinking the same thing. Chris then pulled a giftbox out of his pocket, and inside was a silver necklace with a diamond encrusted “C” as its charm. “This to show everyone that you are my girl” he said. You blushed, he is so possessive, but you kind of like it. “¿Puedo besarte?” You kissed him passionately. 

Your next stop in your five-part tour was Chris’ hometown in Ecuador. You would get to visit his stomping grounds and see where he grew up as a kid. You were staying in Yenny’s home, her taking a liking to you in your past interactions. Chris pulled out all of the stops when planning this trip, he wanted to make sure it was extra special. He let you meet some of his old friends and took you to his favorite eateries. He seemed so relaxed in his home country, you fell in love with him more and more. As the trip was close to ending and you were packing up for Dubai, Chris started acting strange. You tried asking Yenny, but she just chalked it up to him being homesick. On your last day in Ecuador, Yenny threw you two a going away party. All of Chris family and friends were there, but he still seemed nervous about something. As you were mingling with some of his friends, Chris cut the music off and stood on top of a chair. “¿Puedo tener la atención de todos?” You looked on in confusion, as Chris hopped off the chair and started walking towards you. “Sofia, since the first day I met you, I knew you were going to be mine, and I’m thankful that the volleyball hit you, because it led us here.” He had tears in his eyes now. “I love to sing, but I know that my mission in life is to continue to put a smile on your face, every moment of every day, for as long as I live. Sofia, you have entered into my life, and now I will never let you go.” He bent down on one knee. “Will you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Sofia Velez?” He opened the box and in it held a five-carat diamond engagement ring. You had your hand over your mouth, all you could do was cry. You bent down with him, placed your hands on the sides of his face and whispered “yes” in his ear, cradling him in your arms. You both stood up, the engagement seeming so surreal as he put the ring on your left finger. You hugged Yenny, her enthusiastic about her having a new daughter-in-law. You heard his friends and family congratulate you both as the two of you headed inside. You two headed inside his room, holding each other. “I can’t believe this is real. You are going to be my wife” he smiled. “And you are going to be my husband” you exclaimed. Christopher looked down into your eyes, “Hey Sofia”, he whispered. You looked up at him with all the love you had in your heart. “Can I kiss you?” You crashed your lips together without a second thought. Guess your Valentine’s trip turned into an engagement trip. Next stop, Dubai!

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a good day [1/1]

for the five of you who have been patient with me--more patient than i deserve-- here is the conclusion to my space pirates AU.  to @profdanglaisstuff​, to @katie-dub​, to @thisonesatellite​​ (who was very gracious and did not say ‘i told you so’ when i realized she’d been right about war stories).

this will truly be unintelligible if you have not read parts one and two, but they’re short.  i promise.

proximity alert cell block 1138 a good day

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previously on ‘proximity alert’ and ‘cell block 1138′:  emma's gotten herself mixed up in a bad situation, and it's gotten even worse. with the help of the crew of the jolly roger, she's getting killian back, no matter what it takes.

~5k

AO3

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She was having difficulty breathing. Her hand hurt and sweat clouded her vision, dripping off her forehead. Her skin was blistered, burnt--standing upright was a challenge.

But she’d made it.

She’d piloted the shuttle successfully back to the Jolly Roger, sinking back into her chair when Will Scarlet voice crackled over her comm that he had her locked in.

She’d made it.

Federation Operative Emma Swan waited impatiently for the airlock to release and was faced immediately with Robin Locksley--”Where’s Killian?” he demanded--and Scarlet himself, who peered past her into the shuttle cockpit.

“Gold’s got him,” Emma gasped. “I--I got away. Killian, he--” Emma gulped.

“He didn’t.” Locksley’s face drained of all color and he said, “Gorramn it. This isn’t right.”

He was shaking his head and his eyes were on the floor, on the doors, on the goddamn ceiling. Anywhere but on Federation Operative Emma Swan.

“It’s wrong, is what you mean,” Scarlet said. He stared straight at her, his glare so hot Emma was surprised it didn’t burn. “The word you’re looking for is ‘wrong’.”

He turned and walked toward the cargo bay, as if that was that. But the word echoed for Emma, sweeping through her veins like the electrical current, sending tingles to her fingers and toes and heating up her cheeks and she pictured Killian spitting blood and venom at her, whispering poison into her ear as he riled her up--

--keeping her angry. Focused.

Protecting her. Unconsciously her fingers curled into a fist and her nails got caught in the scrapes the lockpick had made in her skin. His lockpick.

Robin caught her wince and gestured for her to follow in Scarlet’s wake.

“All of this is wrong,” he said. “This was not how the plan was meant to go.”

Scarlet stopped in his tracks and hissed, reaching for Locksley; for Emma, time stopped.

“Wait,” she said.

Locksley growled something unintelligible, ignoring her.

“Wait,” Emma said again, raising her voice, waiting for someone to speak and pulling the gun she’d stashed in the shuttle, pointing it at Will when no one did. “What plan?”

Scarlet looked at her, calmly. Quietly. Politely.

Emma really wanted to shoot him.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” she said instead. “What are you waiting for?”

That’s when Emma felt the arm around her neck and the pain in her wrist that loosened her grip on the gun.

Will pointed. “I was just waiting for Ursula to get up behind you.”

There was a whisper in her ear that said, “Calm down, sweetheart,” before the world went dark.

--

“She’s pretty. Way prettier than her identcard.”

“Of course she is. Don’t mean we have time for this.”

Emma woke up with a bandage around her palm, hooked up to a drip. There was a lightness in her head; they’d given her a smoother.

“She’s bleeding and burnt. We didn’t have a choice.”

“She left the Captain. That wasn’t part of the plan.”

“You know the Captain. Never gonna miss a chance for thrilling heroics. Especially not with--”

“Yeah. He’s a bid damn hero.” Someone was standing over her. “And she’s awake, anyway.”

Emma sat up and ignored the dizziness, reaching for the drip in her arm and trying not to scream from the movements.

“Easy,” said a man who was tall and blonde and staring at her as if she was a science experiment.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s gonna happen.” It was Will.

“It’s not,” Emma said, but was restrained from further movement by a woman, tall and broad and beautiful with a fall of thick black hair and a gun at her hip.

“Listen to the doc,” she said, gesturing at the blonde man, and Emma recognized her voice. Part of her wanted to laugh at the ‘big damn hero’ comment and the other part of her wanted to cry, because that was Killian Jones.

That was why she’d gone to him, in spite of everything.

That was why he’d helped her, in spite of everything.

And now she’d lost--everything.

“What the hell is this?” Emma whispered. “We need to get Killian. We need to--” she gulped, feeling dizzy again “--find my kid. He’s not safe, Gold’s looking for him, we have to--”

“He’s alive, right?” It was the redhead speaking, the one who’d called Emma ‘pretty’.

Emma nodded and the redhead--she smiled. It didn’t last long, just until Will said, “For now.”

Robin Locksley smacked him on the back of the head. “We’re getting him back. Right, Ursula?”

The woman still gripping Emma’s shoulder smiled, too, though it was tiny and strained as she watched the redhead. “We are, Ariel. I promise.”

“Who’s your kid?” Locksley asked, but Emma was dizzy and nauseated and in pain and she couldn’t speak. She was nothing but a spiral of rage and regret that fed on each other, expanding outward--at the crew, at Killian--and then contracting inward, because all of this was her fault. It had been her mission, her plan.

Except--had it?

The spiral started over again, making breathing difficult until the redhead--Ariel--stepped forward and took Emma’s hand and squeezed it. She said, “You know that none of this is your fault, right?”

“Except for how it is,” Will said.

Ariel ignored him. “You’re not responsible. He was always going to go, and he was never going to leave you behind. That’s not the kind of man he is, and it’s the first thing he always teaches us when someone joins the crew.”

Emma looked at her and saw genuine sympathy in the woman’s eyes. She squeezed back. It was all she could do.

“Operative Swan.” A man spoke. He wasn’t tall but he carried himself with a sense of presence that Emma immediately found comforting. He was bald; his clothes were plain and grey and he walked as though he was wearing a uniform. “Please, relax. I assure you that we are going to get the Captain back. Tell us about your son.”

Will made an exaggerated show of tapping the chronometer on his wrist.

“No, Will, it’s clearly important to her, and it might give us additional information we need to finish the job safely.”

Will threw up his hands and ducked before Locksley could hit him again. Ursula kept her eyes trained on Emma while Ariel’s gaze flitted from one person to another.

“Call me Nemo,” the bald man said. “I promise you that you can tell me, Emma.”

“My son is--” Emma took a deep breath. “My son is Henry Cassidy. He’s Gold’s grandson, and Gold wants him back. That’s why I--” She shook her head. “That’s why I went to Killian, why I used him, why--”

Emma stopped talking.

Every face in the medbay was on her. Will had gone colorless. Ariel gasped. Even the doctor seemed interested.

“Shit.” It was Ursula.

“Emma?” Locksley looked sympathetic and Emma blinked back tears. She never should have left Henry with him, but Henry was special, Neal had insisted. Deserved his life with the best tutors and academies the Federation could offer--more than the life an always-on-the-job Operative could give him. Henry deserved his best chance.

Emma had no idea what she’d been getting in to.

She had regretted it immediately.

But that was already too late.

Nemo repeated, “Tell us about your son, Emma.”

But she was done with all of that.

“No,” Emma said. “Why don’t you tell me?”

A woman walked into the medbay just then--a woman with luscious, curly brown hair and a pale complexion and pink in the apples of her cheeks. When she walked in, Will Scarlet turned immediately in her direction, as if he could protect her from whatever was about to happen.

“Belle,” he said, but she cut him off with a glance.

“For starters,” she said, “his name isn’t Henry Cassidy any more. It’s Henry Mills.”

--

Killian breathed, and it hurt.

He ignored it.

Killian moved, and that hurt, too.

But he stayed focused.

Emma had gotten away.

Emma had gotten away.

She would be safe. The boy would be safe.

His crew would finish the job.

They would end this.

That was the plan.

He repeated it to himself as Gold turned up the dial for another round.

--

Regina Mills projected a majestic air that carried even across the crappy vidscreen in the medbay of the Jolly Roger.

“A man will die horribly, Regina, if we don’t do this. As a member of the Federation council you know how bad Gold is. You know personally how bad Gold is.”

“Yes,” Regina said, her tone impatient as she tapped one manicured finger on the table where she sat. “Which is why I hired this crew in the first place. He’s bought off most of the council and you personally know how invested I am in cutting off the flow of his influence. But I’m not in the business of doling out favors, and I am in the minority on the council. I wish--”

“We don’t have time to wish!” Emma’s hand banged on the cockpit and Ariel hissed. “Killian is being tortured, and what are you going to do, Madame Mills, when Gold comes after you? Or my son?”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep Henry safe.” The edge in Regina’s voice was sharp enough to cut.

“Regina? What’s going--wait. Is that--”

Emma stared.

His eyes looked so much like Neal’s, and the way his mouth curved--but the shape of his face, that was all her.

“Mom?” Henry said. “Mom! Is that really you?”

He beamed and his smile could light up the whole goddamn galaxy.

“Henry,” Emma said. She exhaled, feeling like she hadn’t been breathing until exactly that moment as, for a split second, everything was right with the world again.

“Aunt Belle!” he said with a friendly wave. “It’s so good to see you!”

“And you, Henry,” Belle said, glancing at Regina quickly.

But not quickly enough. “What’s going on?” Henry asked. “Mom, are you safe?”

The moment shattered.

Emma opened her mouth to speak but before she could begin to form the words Ursula stepped in and said, “That depends on Regina, Henry.”

Regina’s eyes flared with anger before an eyebrow went up in grudging respect. There was a swift tilt of her head and then, “I’ll do what I can. But so will you. You get me what I need, do I make myself clear?”

“Understood,” Ursula said, and then made a gesture across her throat as Scarlet cut the feed.

--

“Regina Mills has my son?” Emma kept repeating it. “Regina Mills took my son?”

“No,” Belle said. “That was me.”

Will’s arm wrapped around her shoulder and pulled her close. “I was married to Robert. Not for a long time, he--” Belle shuddered “--it didn’t end well. I couldn’t leave Henry there. And I knew about Killian, about his history with my husband. It was the best I could make of a terrible situation. Henry’s--he’s such a special boy; I knew Killian would want him to be safe, for the sake of his father and their friendship.”

“None of us knew the Cassidy kid was your son,” Will said. “We were after something else entirely. You being on a mission to go after Gold, well--” he shrugged “--it was too good an opportunity to pass up.”

Emma had a sudden flash of Smee’s distinctive red hat in the darkness. Of Killian’s lack of surprise when he’d seen her in the middle of his job.

His willingness to follow her into Gold’s space station.

It clicked.

“Killian got captured on purpose,” Emma said. “Why? What did it have to do with my son? Gold is a killer--”

“Yes, we know,” Ursula said. “That’s why he was supposed to say alive long enough to not get dead.”

“That would involve being rescued,” Emma said.

“Yes,” Ursula said, giving Emma a long look. “It would.”

The lockpick. Emma’s hand flexed.

“It was the best way to get the drop on Gold,” Locksley said. “He’s got superior numbers and firepower, and, well--” He shrugged. “For what it’s worth, Emma, I’m sorry this happened to you.”

“There’s no saying ‘I’m sorry’ in the field,” she snapped.

Will snorted.

Ursula raised an eyebrow.

Emma did not like being used as a diversion.

She was also not a particular fan of irony.

Emma shifted uncomfortably on the bed Dr. Whale had put her in. The problem was, there’s nothing harder in the world when an operation goes bad than doing nothing at all.

Nemo was watching her and she focused her attention on him. “None of that answers my question,” she said.

“Killian used to work with Cassidy,” Nemo said. “Back in his Federation days, before--”

“Before the murder, piracy, smuggling, theft of Federation property, desertion and dereletion of duty?” Emma said. “Shocking.”

“It can be a lot to take in,” Nemo said.

“No, I meant the part about how it was before the crimes and not after,” Emma sighed. “Neal was never much for law abiding.”

But Killian was. Or he had been, once. She’d seen the files.

“Cassidy got mixed up in something terrible,” Nemo said. “Killian got involved to try and pull him out. Made a deal with Gold but the op got burned. Killian’s brother died. Cassidy went back to his dad. Killian was out of choices. He disappeared, and took this ship.”

“How’d he pull that one off?”

“He’s a hell of a captain,” Ursula said.

“He had help from inside, didn’t he?” Emma said.

Belle nodded. “He did. He had help from Regina Mills. Robert always suspected she’d done it purely out of spite against him.”

“Regina--” Emma’s jaw dropped. “Regina Mills? Killian got himself involved in a pissing match between two of the most powerful people in the entire Federation?”

“‘S how we knew you were going after Gold,” Will muttered. “Regina keeps a close eye on him. Once the Cap’n heard you were involved there was no stopping him. Figured the best way to stop Gold was just to get in the middle of it.” His expression darkened. “Shoulda known Gold had something else up his sleeve. Once you end up on the wrong side of one of that man’s deals, there’s no corner of the ‘verse he won’t go searching.”

“Stop scaring the children, Scarlet,” Ursula said. “The ‘verse doesn’t have actual corners.”

Whale snickered.

Emma pulled out the drip and rubbed at the spot on her arm. “What’s next?” she asked.

“Plan B,” Ursula said.

“What’s Plan B?” Ariel chirped.

“I’m working on it,” Ursula sighed.

“Well, obviously we have some tactical goals,” Emma said. “We have a rough approach.”

“Can you do it?” Ariel asked.

“No.” That was Whale. “Probably not.”

“Hey,” Ariel said. “What happened to ‘no man left behind’?”

Whale shook his head and smirked. “Suicide.”

Nemo said nothing but turned his gaze dead on the doctor until the smirk faded and the man shifted his posture and, finally nodded. “Right,” he said. “Plan B it is.”

--

There was a stash of weapons on the galley table. Guns, knives, grenades; it was an arsenal.

Emma was impressed.

Planning a high-level action like this--it required a certain amount of quantitative thinking mixed in with just a hint of immorality and a dash of spite.

That, plus a driving personal desire to keep it going during the downtime.

Emma knew a little something about that.

So did Killian Jones.

But this--”This was all Regina’s doing, wasn’t it? She used him?”

Will snorted and Robin smiled. “It was, but not in the way you’d think,” he said, taking the gun Ursula had just checked and loaded. “The difference between being on the inside and on the outside--it’s all about sanction. Killian lost his. Found out his partners were his enemies and that the world was a much darker place than even he realized. So he found us--a bunch of folk on the wrong side of the law who didn’t hold it against him that he used to be on the right side. It’s the same for him and Regina.”

“You’re only a pawn if you don’t know you’re being played,” Nemo said. “Killian always knows.” He refused Ursula’s proffered gun and reached instead for a pair of knives that he sheathed expertly before he asked, “What about you, Emma?”

What Emma had learned from the so-called right side of the law was that it was bad business to put her faith into anything she couldn’t control. The only person who saved her was her.

“Here’s the thing,” Ursula said, cutting her gaze between Nemo and Emma. “We like to plan our missions with the idea of everyone getting out. You know, together. So why don’t you sit back and let us do the heavy lifting?”

“This is a bad idea,” Emma said instead of answering. “He’ll still have the advantage over you.”

“Everyone always does,” Nemo said. “That’s what makes us special.”

“I thought Operatives weren’t allowed to have associates like the Captain, anyway,” Ursula said. Her eyes were measuring, and Emma--clearly--did not come up to scratch.

“Lovers!” Ariel chimed in.

“We weren’t--” Emma huffed. “I got a good look at the layout on my way out. I had the goddamn blueprints for my infiltration. Let me lead--”

“No.” Ursula said. “We have Belle for that.” But she exchanged glances with Locksley and Scarlet and then sighed. She reached for the table and picked up two grenades, passing them to Emma.

“This is about trust,” Ursula said. “Captain trusts you. But you’ve got your own agenda just like we’ve got ours, so it’s also important to have honor. Do you have honor, Operative Swan?”

That was the other thing: Emma knew this story--about the bad woman and the bad man. The one where bad things happen and then the woman is left to pine away for her handsome hero, waiting for him to come back, for someone to smirk, and to declare it a happy ending. But for Emma Swan, all of the endings she’d been part of were unhappy.

But maybe they didn’t have to be.

Maybe they didn’t need any more time-outs or codenames or dark rooms full of bad ideas.

Maybe this time, they could win.

“We weren’t lovers,” Emma said, meeting Ursula stare-for-stare. “I love him. I am in love with him.”

Ursula’s face didn’t change but something flickered in her eyes as Robin broke out into a genuine smile.

Will Scarlet just shook his head.

“Finally,” he said to no one in particular. “She admits it. Do you know how many stupid jobs Captain made us pull just to keep us in your orbit?”

--

The proximity alert buzzed on the edges of Killian’s consciousness and his fingers clenched, his jaw tightened.

Gold looked up, his face twisted in consternation before he turned to glare at Killian.

“Listen, if you’ve got guests, I can come back later--”

Gold took two steps forward, his cane raised over his head but Killian struck first, pulling his arms from behind his body. He was battered, he was bruised, he was half-dead, but he was walking and upright and advancing on Gold.

“Don’t take another step,” Gold warned.

“I did a job,” Killian said. “You’re not the only one who lost that day. I lost my brother, I lost my livelihood, I lost everything I thought I was.” He took another step. “Tell me, are you familiar with the saying ‘He who knows when he can fight and when he cannot will be victorious’?” He backhanded Gold across the faced and watched him crumple, his mouth bloody, his arms up as he attempted--poorly--to defend himself. Killian shuffled forward and just hit him again, watching Gold hit the floor with some satisfaction--watching him scrabble backward as the last of Killian’s strength started to fade.

--

“Whale, Nemo, and Scarlet are with Belle,” Ursula said. “Locksley and Swan with me. Ariel’s gonna stay here and keep an eye on things.”

“No shooting until it seems like the last resort,” Locksley said.

“Always with your rules,” Ursula said. She turned to the group. “If it moves, shoot it.”

Emma bit her lip and nodded.

“Will, how are we on the override sequence?”

“Pretty sure this will pop the airlock doors, if Robin can make the seal on the first try.”

“So you’ve done this before?” Emma asked, trying--and failing--to tamp down her skepticism.

“Oh, hell no.” Ariel laughed.

“I guess they won’t be expecting us, at least,” Emma said.

“Yeah,” Will said. “That’s because they aren’t insane.”

“Shut up, all of you, and focus,” Ursula said as the airlock opened. “Let’s go get the Captain.”

She leveled her rifle and fired down the corridor; as guards jumped out of the path of the oncoming bullets Emma pulled a grenade from her belt, armed it and let it roll. It bounced off the corridor wall before it exploded. Ursula called out, “Second team!” and Robin covered the corridor as Scarlet, Belle, Nemo and Whale moved out of the airlock.

Will made sure to keep Belle covering behind as he joined the assault, letting off four rounds and finishing with a shot directly in the kneecap of an oncoming guard. He banged into the wall as Will watched, head on a swivel, one eye forward and one eye always following Belle.

“Move out?” he asked Ursula.

She nodded, never lowering her rifle.

Emma strode forward, pushing ahead of Ursula and Robin and ignoring their protests as she did so. “Cover from that side,” Robin called behind her to Ursula. “I’ve got this one.” She blasted back two guards and threw herself at the corridor wall as they returned fire while Ursula dropped the rifle and pulled two handguns from cross-strapped shoulder holsters and pivoted into the fray, firing.

“Swan!” she called. “Grab the keycard!”

--

The door slid open and Ursula and Robin filed in, guns out, eyes on Gold.

Killian only had eyes for Emma.

She was pale and bruised. There was a bandage on her wrist and dried blood on her clothes but when she smiled at him it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in the entire universe, shining more brightly than all of the stars in the sky.

The last of his strength faded and he felt Ursula and Robin behind him, pulling him upright.

Keeping him upright.

Will came in, gun drawn, Belle behind him. Nemo followed behind, knives drawn, and went straight for Gold, keeping him on the ground with a look every time the man shifted.

Belle caught his eye and gestured, the thumb of her right hand pointing up and it was when Gold turned to follow Killian’s gaze that he looked, for the first time, truly defeated.

“Belle?”

Killian toed at Gold’s midsection, wishing he had the strength to give it a good, hard kick.

“Belle, you don’t understand.” He was babbling. “I can explain, I--”

Killian toed him again. “Shut up and listen to the lady, crocodile.”

Belle’s voice was ice. “I used to--I thought I saw something in you. Something good. But then I found something of yours.”

Whale strode in as if on cue, holding up a small object; round and golden and more valuable than all of the credits in the Federation Reserve.

“Holy frak,” Emma said. “Is that--”

It was a compass; or at least, it had the likeness of one. Most people--if they’d heard of them at all--assumed they were a myth, part of the story of the all-knowing Federation.

“You told me that all of this was about your son,” Belle continued. “You told me that it wasn’t about power, or gold, or about anything other than trying to move on knowing that you had gotten justice for your son. About giving Henry the kind of life you wish Neal could have had. But all of that was a lie.”

Belle stepped forward, five-foot-nothing of pure rage as she stared down the man she used to love. “You didn’t care about Henry, and you weren’t using this for revenge. You were using it for money. For power. That’s your true love, and you won’t give it up for anything. Not even for me. That’s why you can’t move on--you never have, and you never will.”

“There’s nothing wrong with power,” Gold whispered. “Not when it means that I--that we--can have it all.”

“I just wanted you,” Belle said, and her voice finally broke as she stepped away, back up against the comfort of Will Scarlet and his drawn weapon, putting it back in between herself and her ex-husband. “I tried to be everything for you, and I lost my way. Not anymore.”

“Belle--”

Emma bent down and pistol-whipped him across the face, knocking Gold unconscious.

Their eyes met and Emma took one step forward and then another. Killian wanted to say something, anything, to explain but the second he opened his mouth Emma hit him.

Hard.

The woman had a right hook like a freight train.

Killian swore he could feel Ursula trying not to laugh as he sighed, heavily.

“I can’t believe this was part of your gorram plan,” Emma hissed. “You stuck-up, half-witted, scruffy-looking---”

“Pirate?” Killian raised his eyebrow. “And who’re you calling ‘scruffy-looking’?”

Emma drew herself up, pushed her shoulders back, reached forward and grabbed him; there was nothing gentle in her movements as she kissed him--as he kissed her--and, as abruptly as it had started, it was over.

Except for the look in her eyes--soft. Hopeful. The smile on her face as Killian grunted and looked at Will and said, “Well, you were right about this being a bad idea.”

“Thanks for saying, sir,” Will deadpanned.

--

“You sanguine about the kind of reception we’re apt to receive here, Captain?” Ursula sounded merely curious as she asked.

“Absolutely,” Killian said. “Hopeful.”

“Item of interest--it also means ‘bloody’,” Ursula muttered.

“We’ve done one of those already today. Least we can do is try the other.” Killian winked.

They weren’t on the civilized part of the world, that’s for sure. Low hills, rocks and sagebrush in a deep valley with the high towers of the city glinting in the distance.

The woman waiting for them didn’t belong here; her clothes were too refined, her makeup was too perfect. She was every inch the high-ranking Councillor she appeared to be, a physical embodiment of the Federation’s power, and she was watching him with a small smile on her face.

It was not a pleasant expression. Emma only barely stopped herself from reaching for her gun.

“Killian Jones.”

The bow he gave her was sweeping and dripping with irony. “Regina Mills,” he said. “At last we meet.”

“We’ve met before,” she said.

“You poisoned me.”

That was news to Emma. She looked to Killian but all of his focus was on Regina Mills.

“You were fine.”

“I was unconscious for three days,” he said.

“I admit we didn’t part on the best of terms,” Regina said, “But that’s the past.”

“Air through the engine,” Killian agreed. “Besides, we understand each other, don’t we?”

“That depends on whether or not you brought me what I asked for.”

“As Her Majesty commands, then,” Killian said with another flourish. Behind him, Ursula and Robin carried Gold. He was bound and gagged. His suit jacket was torn. His shoes were scuffed. There was a large bruise rising on his jaw from where Emma had clocked him.

Regina’s eyes lit up with interest but she said, “That’s not what I paid you for.”

“It’s not,” Killian agreed. “But it’s all you’re getting.” He held up the compass so that it glinted in the sunlight.

Regina moved, as if to stretch out her hand for the compass. “So he really had it, then.”

“He did,” Killian said. “Reckon that’s how he’s been listening in all of this time, collecting his leverage. Making his deals. But now you have him, and I’ll be keeping this.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll take Gold, take the ship, take it up into the black and see if he floats when I push him out of the airlock.”

Regina’s expression soured.

“That was not part of our deal,” she said. “You know, Jones, that I can take back everything I’ve given you. I can up the warrants on your head. On your crew’s heads--”

“But you won’t,” Killian said, gesturing at Gold. “This discharges my debt to you, Regina. And this--” he shook the compass for emphasis “--makes us even. Gold doesn’t have it anymore. You come after me or any of us--ever--and I doubt the boy will take kindly to that. Not when his mother will be sailing with us from now on and leaving the employ of the Federation.”

It was Killian’s turn to smile.

“We both made out on this deal, Regina. Don’t complicate things. Not between us, not when the boy is involved. You take Gold. We’ll keep this. Emma can see her son, and we will continue to work for you when the opportunity suits. Everybody wins.”

Emma moved so that they were shoulder-to-shoulder and took his hand in hers. She squeezed it and felt his hand twist until his fingertips brushed her wrist.

Regina watched them, her expression bemused.

“That’s how it is, then?”

“Depends,” Killian said, making an exaggerated shrug. “She hit me.”

“Knowing you, I’m sure you deserved it,” Regina said with a smirk. “I keep Henry?”

It broke Emma’s heart, but Regina was his best chance.

At least now she knew where he was--would be able to see him, to be a part of his life.

“Yes,” she said. “He stays here, with you.”

A tension she hadn’t realized was there left Regina’s posture then, and Emma felt herself relax in turn.

“We understand each other, also, Regina,” Emma said.

“Thank you, Miss Swan.” Regina gestured.

Emma heard footsteps; she closed her eyes and caught her breath and, finally, turned.

Henry was racing toward her--toward them--and wrapped himself around her with a shriek.

Behind her, Emma heard Killian say, “Are you always this sentimental?”

“You caught me on a good day,” Regina said.

Emma had been beaten, tortured and used--had broken her own heart, given up her job and her life and fallen in with criminals and spies.

But her son was in her arms and the man she loved was by her side.

It wasn’t much.

But it was enough.

A good day, indeed.

-30-

@quirkykayleetam​

[tigereyes45]

RWBY request: Blacksun leaves Ruby to babysit for them, but discover that she brought Zwei with her. Blake’s less than enthused to find the Barking Bane of Beacon snuggled up with her baby. Ruby and Sun just think it’s cute!

Here’s your requests anon! Please no hate because of the ship everyone! This was a request and I’m currently still accepting them. I’ll write for almost any ship since I enjoy most of the ones in the fandom. So if you don’t enjoy Blacksun feel free to request something else!  (Or you know just avoid this post.) I am still accepting them at the moment! 

Ao3 link is here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/tigereyes45

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It was well past eleven am when Ruby finally arrives. Anxiously Blake had been pacing around Melanie's playpen for the last hour. Sun watched her go again and again around the fenced-in area from his spot on the couch. They had gotten lunch reservations at a new restaurant in town. Not only was it difficult finding any stores near them, but ever since they moved to Patch to be closer to the rest of the team it was hard to get any time to themselves. A fact that had gotten worst with her taking some time away from hunting. Midday was really the only time of the day Blake could stand to be away from Melanie for a few hours. Ever since little Melanie finally recovered from that persistent fever. It's been two months. Yet Blake was still so fiercely protective. This lunch was just as likely to be canceled as Ruby was to show up. Neither thought helped to keep Sun from bouncing his legs.

Melanie played blissfully unaware that anything was wrong. Her playpen area took up the back half of the living room. All the way from the glass back door, ending right between the black couch and white loveseat. Sun smiled. He had always been better at hiding his nerves. Though when he couldn't they were far more expressive on his face then Blake's.

When the bell rang Blake's feet finally stopped. His legs freeze. Before either parent could make it to the door, Ruby lets herself in. She greets them. Her signature nervous smile pinned to her face. The twenty-six-year-old was sweating profusely. Black bangs hang down over the right side of her face. The red-streaked strands swept off to the sides of her messy head. Clearly she had used her semblance more than once on the way over.

"What happened?" Blake rounds on her team leader almost as quickly as she had stopped mid-step. Ruby throws her hands up.

"Nothing. Nothing happened. Your living room looks great Blake. I, uh," long black hair falls in front of silver eyes. The perfect camouflage as the younger woman searches the room. Eventually, her grip tightens around the bag she brought along. "I made cookies!"

Scrambling, Ruby digs through her bag. Deep down, under the diapers, wipes, the bottles, and extra pack of formula she frees a bag of squished chocolate chip cookies. Blake frowns. Her black ears fold flat against her head. Nose twitching, her amber eyes stop narrowing.

"You overslept. Again."

"Now now Blake. I promised you I would set my alarms. And I did. Ergo I didn't oversleep. I lost track of time cooking," the shorter woman shoves the bag into Sun's hands. "the cookies. You'd be surprised how long this new recipe takes." With a quick push, Ruby is out from between Blake and the door. The Faunus barely gets a sigh out. Sun's hands gently knead the back of her shoulders. A soft smile and Ruby knows she's gotten away with her obvious lie this time.

"Ru! Ru!" Melanie's short, dark black curls cling to her face. Her skin was already becoming darker like her father's. Though not as dark as her long black tail. Sun insists it looks like his, but Blake seemed to believe it resembles a cat's more. Long and slender it sways back and forth with excitement as she sees Ruby. Small, fat hands grab at the air. With determination, they go again and again. Every hand just trying to pulls the space between them shorter. She was about to Ruby's knee when standing straight up. That had to be about three inches since her last visit. A few inches within a couple of weeks, was that normal? The huntress resigns to asking her father later. She dreads the thought that this baby girl would be yet another person taller than herself.

She pulls her long scarlet cloak off. It swishes past Melanie, like the curtains do when she plays in them. The three-year-old giggles. Red encircles the young Belladonna. The long fabric swallows the baby girl up whole. The outline of hands pats against the cloth a few times. Ruby smiles down at her goddaughter from the hole of the hood.

"Ruby you're gonna make her dizzy."

"Oh, sorry Blake." The shorter woman spins the cloak up and into a ball. Melanie's laughter stops. She looks around confused. Her big blue eyes narrow in on Ruby's hands. They stay trained there. Nothing could make them waiver from their target. Not even her parents picking her up and kissing her chubby cheeks goodbye could move them. They were like a pair of blue bullets, focused, and moving forward before Ruby had a chance to pull the cloak away. She all but hands it back to the toddler as she leans out of her parent's grasp, right at Ruby.

"Gotcha!" The twenty-six-year-old babysit did indeed have her. Though she also had the ire of her mother. Honestly, there were a lot of new expressions Ruby was starting to see from Blake. A whole array she had never used in the field before. The leader couldn't help but wonder if those were a part of the changes her dad had warned her of.

"Just be careful." Exhaustion. That was a voice of pure fatigue. Yang's tired voice was usually grouchier. So in a way, Ruby was lucky. Just not as lucky as she would have been if she hadn't broken her alarm yesterday.

"I'm always careful!" Well, she always tried to be. It was pretty much the same thing. No point in crossing hairs over the small stuff now.

"Thanks Rubes." Sun squeezes Blake's shoulders. "We really appreciate this. Our reservation starts soon though so we should really be going." That last part was more for Blake then her. Nodding gingerly Ruby shifts Melanie out of her arms and onto her hip.

"You guys go. Have fun. I've got this!" Ruby flexes her free arm. Melanie waves her arms wildly. Ruby holds her smile even as they hit her shoulder. Still, that anxious look never left Blake. Not even as they walked out the door. She casts one last look back before Sun shuts the door. Running over to the window Ruby watches them leave. Melanie waves goodbye as her parents walk off.

Blake's whole demeanor changes as they walk away. Slowly and visibly the tenseness in her shoulders shrinks. She stands taller. Her smile isn't nervous. With every step away she looks more like she had before Melanie had gotten sick. Happy. Not afraid of anything. Ruby holds Melanie closer to her. Just a few months ago they weren't sure if she would recover. What had started out as just a fever became so much worst, so quickly. Blake stopped going out on missions. Sun started selling his keepsakes from old missions. Anything to save up enough if for the travel. Their doctor insisted it would pass, but Ruby had seen it. She looked so sick. It looked like she had jaundice the way her skin had shifted to yellowish tints. All her energy was gone constantly, and it was hard for anyone to get her to eat.

They had all been so scared that Ruby can't really hold all this newfound protectiveness against Blake. Even if everyone thought it was overkill, they understood. Really the rest of team RWBY and SSUN was shocked that Sun wasn't also acting somewhat overprotective as well. He shrugged off those months of fear and nervousness as if it were nothing.

'She's better now!' He insists anytime someone tries to bring it up. He was right. She was better now, but there's something in the way he was so easily able to blow everyone off. In a matter of days, he had effectively cut ties with everyone. Not in his usual way of going off without saying anything either. He wasn't talking to anyone. Wasn't reaching out and couldn't be reached. When they came around either Sun had Melanie in his arms or the two of them couldn't be found. Blake knew where they would go, but the family never told anyone.

'He needs some space. Melanie's safe and with him.' She assured Yang and herself once when they had brought some leftovers by.

"Ru!" Ruby's head shoots down. Melanie was squirming in her arms. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she pushes on Ruby's side. "Let go!" The huntress realizes that she had been squishing the young girl against her.

"Ah, Aunt Ruby is sorry Melanie. She didn't realize." Quickly she sets her down. Kneeling on one knee Ruby keeps her hands out. They hover a few inches away from either side of Melanie. Ready to catch her if the toddler starts to fall again. She had been walking for two years now. Her clumsiness wouldn't know it though. She fell on her butt just as often as she actually stands. Maybe clumsiness was a learned trait? It certainly felt like Melanie shared a lot of traits with Ruby. They both had dark black hair. Though Melanie's was curly like her father, and a shade closer to her mother's. They were both really clumsy, and-

" 's fine Ru. We ate cookies?"

Ruby laughs. Gently she pokes Melanie's cheeks. "Yes, we can eat the cookies now." Ruby lets Melanie follow her over towards the table Blake had set her bag on. The cookies sit beside it in their open bag.

"Wanna know what the best thing about Aunt Ruby's cookies are?"

"Wat?" She screams the word as if that was the only way she could get an answer. Melanie was going to be loud like her dad. No doubt about it.

"There's always more!" Ruby cheers pulling out a full jar. It's heavier then it had been earlier. Suspicious she looks down to see the jar had no cookies. In fact it was filled with black fur. Strands of white hair stand out here and there. Of course he couldn't have just let her leave. Zwei has found quite a knack for following her out of the house lately. Blake was going to be pissed. Letting out a heavy sigh, Ruby pops the top off the jar. There's the sound of scrapping nails against glass. Then just like that, Zwei pushes himself free. With a loud pop, his head falls out of the jar.

Somehow Melanie manages to catch the old dog. Right in her arms, he landed. The two of them go down together. Melanie's hands never letting go of Zwei. His cheerful yip sounds raspy. Ruby frowns. She hadn't brought his medication with her. At least Blake and Sun would only be gone for a couple of hours. That wasn't too long, and she could just give it to him after.

As soon as he was in her hands Melanie was running off with him. Practically hopping back onto her feet as she holds him closer to her. Zwei yips cheerfully. The two dash through the living room cheering and barking. Ruby rushes after them. Mustering all her speed the dignified huntress was turned into a storm of limbs. Her hands and feet darting every which way after the tornado that was Melanie with Zwei.

It was a constant battle, keeping the house clean after the two of them. Suddenly Ruby could recall every reason she had for not bringing Zwei over anymore. Blake's disdain for the dog being the lowest on the list after this current shit show. It takes the better half of two hours before the dastardly dup was done. Their chaotic messy energy began to die down when Melanie tripped over Zwei. From there all their teamwork only went downhill. A plane crashing and burning right into Ruby's arms. They land on the couch tired and ready for a nap. Instinctually Melanie reaches out for Zwei. She finds the dog resting next to her. Of course, she pulls him closer.

It was an adorable sight! Melanie's tail curls around Zwei's stomach. The old dog wiggles closer her chest. He was so comfortable on his back with Melanie's arms tucked under his head and around his chest beside her tail. She coos a little as her beautiful blue eyes slowly drift close. The pair of them were just so cute and warm Ruby couldn't help herself but curl up on the couch with them. Carefully she adjusts her shoulder under her head and gently lifts Melanie's head up to rest on her wrist. Zwei whines. He quickly quiets down as he realizing it was just Ruby joining them for a nap. It didn't take long for the three to all drift off.

Ruby's peaceful dreams were interrupted by a soft touch. A nudge that grew intensity the longer she kept her eyes closed. Begrudgingly the red-clad woman opens her eyes. The soft hand that had been shaking her was indeed one she knew. Blake's ears were standing at attention. Turned slightly towards the two small bodies Ruby could feel against her side. Sunlight filters in from a window somewhere in the room. They must've finished lunch already.

"Oh hey, Blake. How was lunch?"

"It was great! Thanks Ruby!" Sun answers in a hushed whisper from somewhere towards her left.

"It was nice. Thank you for babysitting, but Ruby," Blake stops and looks at the two still sleeping forms. "What is he doing here?"

"Huh?" Slowly Ruby pulls her arm free from under Melanie's head. He? Rubbing at her eyes she sits up. There, sound asleep on his back was Zwei. "Ah him. He snuck into my cookie jar."

"And you couldn't send him home?" Blake asks. Ruby notices that she was hovering above her daughter, but the rest of her body was leaning away. The awkward pose an obvious attempt to try and keep some distance between her and Zwei.

"Blake my house is a few miles away from here. I'm not making him do that trip on his own. He's old now." She pokes his little black nose that now had little white spots freckled on it. "He can't even keep up with Melanie let alone try and run home alone."

"Fine. Fine. Can you take him home then?" Blake asks taking a few steps back.

"Yeah sure. Though I think Sun might be right. Melanie doesn't have any problems with Zwei. Maybe she's a monkey faunus."

"Thanks Ruby, but Blake doesn't like Zwei because she's a cat. She's just a weirdo." Sun adds crossing his arms over his chest. Blake shoots him a glare. but her ears fold down. Obviously she was more insulted by the joke then actually bothered.

Time to change the subject. "Aw they look cute together! All snuggled up like that." Ruby grabs her left wrist. "I want to pinch them! Must. Fight. The. Urge." She makes a show of her hand inching forward before being pulled back with every word. "Just. Sooooo cute."

Blake rounds on her with a glare. "You wake Melanie up and I'll ask Weiss to babysit from now on."

Ruby gasps. She holds her hands over her chest as if Blake had just broken her heart. "You wouldn't dare!"

Blake just gives her a look that screams, 'try me'. Something Ruby honestly was too tired to do now. Dejected Ruby sticks her tongue out in one last act of defiance. Sun smiles from over Blake's shoulder. He winks and holds up his scroll. A picture of Zwei and Melanie cuddling fills the screen. Ruby mouths, 'send me that'. Sun nods and hides his scroll as Blake turns around. The monkey faunus smiles innocently as she looks him over.

"Well I doubt I can grab him without waking her up." Ruby mentions, rocking back and forth on her tiptoes. Blake frowns as she looks back at the two. Melanie's tail was wrapped so tightly around Zwei, that it probably would be near impossible. Just another time she wishes she could make her shadows take the forms of others as well as herself. If she could then it wouldn't even be a problem.

"Might as well let them finish sleeping." Sun suggests shrugging. Ruby watches him drops his scroll into his front pocket. They share their sly smiles. Blake shivers at the thought of letting Zwei stay sleeping on her couch. "Come on Rubes. Have you seen the latest episodes of Arena Battles?"

"Nope!"

Sun loops an arm around Blake's waist. "Let them sleep. Ruby can take Zwei as soon as Melanie's naps over."

"Fine."

"Great! Rubes the remote is on the other side of the couch." He pulls Blake along with him. The two fall into the white loveseat together. Blake tucks her arms under Sun's arms. He buries his legs under her's. It was adorable, and gross. Adorably gross.

"Quit staring and start the show Ruby."

"I am! I was just thinking." She rolls her eyes. It was nice seeing the two comfortable around each other again. Maybe things could return to something resembling normal. Carefully Ruby sits on the couch next to the sleeping duo. There was never any telling with the future. She pushes her back deeper within the cushions. At least they could all enjoy this right now.

[artificialqueens]

Laws of Motion / Chapter 9 (Trixya) - DenDenMonMon

A/N: Massive thank you to the authors at the discord server for helping me figure out the characters for this chapter.

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Chapter 9 - Purple.

Katya was running.

She could feel the wet sand between her toes as she ran, the water splashing her shins. The salty wind hit her face as it danced with the breeze of the ocean. The sun above her sent merciless rays of light that warmed her skin and made her sweat.

She was laughing. Katya felt the laughter bubbling at the pit of her stomach, travel up her ribcage, move past her throat and come out in the form of a scream. She looked up at the sky, there wasn’t a single cloud in sight. Her arms went up to her sides and she spun. ‘Round and ‘round she went and the laughter didn’t stop. In all her thirty-plus years of life she had never felt happier.

A few feet away, sitting on the hot sand under an umbrella, Trixie played the guitar. In her tight one piece bathing suit, she allowed her legs to be exposed to the tanning sun. Her feet were buried all the way up to her ankles, and her bent knees supported the instrument against her stomach. Her short nails moved rapidly up and down, as the other hand pressed down the right chords. Trixie’s hair was higher than ever, teased into messy curls that moved in sync with the mild wind.

Katya stopped, her full attention was directed to the beautiful girl singing to her. Trixie’s eyes met Katya’s as her soft voice told her to take her time. That was a strange concept for her. Katya had never been one to ‘take her time’. She always needed to keep things moving, to be constantly on the go. She had taken enough time to heal already. As much as she loved this magical land she was immersed in, where there was no pain, no stress, no anxiety; she needed to return to the real world. She had loved the fantastic microcosmos she had created for herself, enjoying her time with no one else but Trixie, her singing, the sun and the ocean. She had to go back.

With firm steps she walked to Trixie, sat down next to her, and wrap an arm around her shoulders. Trixie was warm to the touch. Katya couldn’t help herself, and leaned to plant a kiss on Trixie’s cheek. Just before her lips could reach the purple blush, everything became blurry. Time stopped but simultaneously went faster. Their surroundings started spinning, and then Trixie was gone. Katya was left alone, pressing her knees against her chest as the world around her rapidly vanished.

That was when she heard the beeping sound again, it was still annoying as fuck. Trixie was still singing, Katya’s ears registered the voice, the soft notes of the guitar came later.

Her eyelids felt heavy, and it took Katya several tries before she could open them. The taste of plastic was gone, the pressure in her throat was not there anymore, and her neck was finally responding. She was able to turn her head towards Trixie, who sat on the same chair as before, legs crossed under herself. Katya wanted to get her attention, but no sound would leave her mouth. She tried to call out Trixie’s name, managing nothing more than a heavy exhale to go past her lips. Same breath that went completely unnoticed, lost among the melodies created by Trixie’s fingers on the strings.

“Trix…”

Did she say it?

Did she scream it?

Did she whisper it?

Katya didn’t know, but Trixie’s hands stopped at once, letting the guitar fall carelessly to the floor. She stood up, not even bothered by the loud bang, or the damage on the instrument; and quickly moved to be by Katya’s side.

“Oh, my God! Katya! Katya, are you awake? Katya. Oh, my God.”

Had Trixie’s voice always been that high pitched?

Katya closed her eyes, trying to physically shield herself from Trixie’s loud screaming.

“Oh, no, bitch, you are not leaving me again.” Trixie grabbed Katya by the shoulders, shaking her to stay awake. “Nurse!” If the constant movement wasn’t enough, Trixie decided to call out for help right next to Katya’s ear. “We need a doctor in here.”

From Katya’s side, Trixie pulled something that looked a lot like a remote control, and pressed every button as she screamed out for help. Katya wanted to ask her to calm down, to stop moving so fast and give her brain a minute to catch up with what was going on. Then, a thought hit her. A fainting memory suddenly reached her mind, scaring her to the core. She tried to get a hold of Trixie’s arm, who said so many things at once between her shouts for help.

“Trixie,” Katya whispered, finally being able to taste the name leaving her lips again. Her brain was still having issues connecting with the rest of her body. She did know that her mouth was not fully opened, her speech was not fully functional, but she had to ask something. “Tri-Trixie.”

“I’m here, I’m here. Oh, my God. You are awake. I can’t believe… Oh, my God.” Trixie was euphoric, she moved quickly from side to side, unsure of what to do. For a moment she just stopped, looked at Katya straight in the eye and smiled. “You are awake.”

There was nothing but genuine concern and tears gathering in her eyes. It was endearing, but Katya needed an answer. She tried to speak again, her throat hurt and air seemed to be lacking. “Trixie, did I… did I–“

Just when she was finding the strength to string enough words into a sentence, the door flew open. A doctor came rushing in, holding the stethoscope around her neck with both hands. She wasn’t even finished asking what was the emergency, when she noticed Katya’s wide eyes. A nurse entered right behind her, dressed in her purple scrubs, and big curly hair bouncing as she ran.

“Oh, girl, it was about time you joined the world of the living again.” The doctor had a teasing smile on her lips as she spoke, her hands moving rapidly around herself.

“She just woke up!” Trixie informed the doctor, still in the high pitch voice. “Alyssa, she’s been trying to say something.”

The nurse, who was checking the IV in Katya’s arm, was the one to reply. “Oh, no, baby girl. It’s still gonna take some time for you to get your voice back. Just take it easy, darling.”

Katya looked at the pair, then back at Trixie. She had addressed the doctor by her first name, which meant they had a certain level of comfort. Katya wondered if they knew each other from before, or if Trixie had spent so much time there that she had befriended the staff. She had that type of personality; it took her a while, but she ultimately would fit in every room she stepped in. Katya had to refocus, her thoughts were all over the place, it didn’t feel like the right time to investigate the nature of Trixie’s social skills. Her mind landed back in the reality of the present, where Trixie and ‘Alyssa’ discussed details of her waking up, and the nurse took information from the machine next to the bed and wrote it on Katya’s chart.

“Shangie, baby, give me my gloves. It’s time for Miss Thing here to get her shit together.” The doctor popped her tongue loudly as she took the latex gloves from the nurse’s hand. “Alright, Miss Zamolodchihuahua.”

Trixie smiled and whispered a small ‘oh, my God’ under her breath but didn’t stop the doctor’s explanation. She simply moved to the side, allowing the physicians to do their job.

“I… am doctor Alyssa Edwards, here saving lives, as it is our Lord’s plan. Yes, gawd. This fine nurse is Shangela.” The young woman waved at the mention of her name. “And here’s the whole tea.” She moved to the side and flipped a switch, a board lit up where several X-Rays had been placed. “You were involved in a fight, and got pretty beat by that beast!” The last word was shouted, making Katya flinched at the sudden sound. “You see here?” The doctor pointed at the image of Katya’s ribcage with a pen. “These are broken, and these two are bruised pretty bad.” She moved to the next image, which showed Katya’s skull. “You were hit on the head, even when nothing major was damaged, you have been unconscious for almost ten days. Girl, you do know how to take a nap, huh?” She laughed and turned the switch back off, her tongue popping again for no apparent reason. “We will run some tests, just to see how everything is working under the hood, okay? But you are fine, girl. Healthy and strong, baby girl.”

A button was pressed, Katya could feel the bed moving and herself being pushed into a sitting position.

“I need you to breath deep for me, Momma,” the nurse asked. “You were having trouble breathing before and we need to know how that’s going. Now, it’s gonna hurt, your ribs are still broken, but I need to check on them lungs, alright?”

Katya felt a wave of fear invading her. All the information was thrown at her and she wasn’t given any time to assimilate it. She had been on a fight, she remembered as much. But she also received a blow to the head, she had been out like a light for days, had broken ribs, wasn’t breathing. Her face probably showed how close to a panic attack she was, because Trixie quickly went around the bed and stood by her side, holding her hand with a reassuring smile.

“Hey, I’m here. They may be loud and annoying but Shangie has been taking amazing care of you all these days, and Alyssa… well, she’s alright.”

“Alright?!” Alyssa asked fully offended, despite Trixie’s laugh. “Excuse you, but I did not absolutely kill it at med school, and graduate top of my class, for you to say I’m alright.”

Nobody contradicted her, and Katya listened to whatever they asked her to do. The check up lasted way longer than Katya would have wanted. It felt like she spent hours being touched and pushed around, tubes were removed from several parts of her body, and needles went in and out without her permission. The mood was incredibly light as she was informed, between jokes and sarcastic remarks, how badly she had been injured and how long it was going to take for her to recover.

Trixie only stepped out once, with the excuse of calling Katya’s parents, who hadn’t been able to make the trip. Trixie promised them a video call as soon as things settled down and Katya had the strength to speak again. By the time she was back, Shangela was making the last adjustment to the medication dripping from the IV, and left the room almost immediately.

It felt unreal. Trixie had waited for this moment for days and, now that it was finally happening, she didn’t know what to do, she didn’t know how to act. She stared at Katya’s tired form, wrapped in the thin hospital sheet, and her head resting on the uncomfortable pillow. Still, Katya had a smile on her face. It wasn’t the open-mouthed one that showed all of her teeth, the one that was so undeniably Katya, but her lips were curved up at the corners. She was there, she was alive and awake. She hadn’t left her.

Katya didn’t leave Trixie.

The first tear ran down unannounced. Trixie felt the solitary drop trickle down her cheek, it followed the wrinkles around her mouth and she tasted the salty liquid on her lips. Then a second tear came, then another, and another. Before she knew it, Trixie was crying inconsolably. She sobbed at the entrance of Katya’s room, overcome with emotions that she hadn’t given permission to fully settle.

Katya extended her arms as much as she could, her hands opened and closed, motioning Trixie to move closer. She did. Still crying, Trixie went to her with shaky steps, and sat on the bed. That wasn’t enough for Katya. With a slight pull of her clothes, she made Trixie lie down next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Trixie felt the erratic rising and falling of Katya’s chest, she was silently crying; which only encouraged her to do the same.

They held each other and cried for what felt like forever.

“I thought we…” Trixie stopped. That was not the time to generalized. Now, more than ever, she had clarity of what she felt, she needed to express her true feelings. “I thought I had lost you,” she confessed. “If I had lost you, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.” Katya’s eyes widened in shock, forcing Trixie to provide an explanation. “It was horrible, horrible, to see you just here, not moving or anything. It was as if someone had literally taken my heart out of my chest, tap danced on it, and flushed it down the toilet.”

Once again, Katya’s expressive eyes told her everything she needed to know. Katya was shocked, surprised, touched; and all of that was clear in the endless pools of emotions that were her pupils.

“Oh!” Trixie suddenly exclaimed, removing herself from Katya’s embrace and sitting up a little. “We caught her, Katya. We found the bitch that did this to you and locked. her. up.” She punctuated the last few words for emphasis, causing yet a fresh wave of tears to fall freely from Katya’s eyes. “I wasn’t going to let her walk, not after everything she did to you. Think again, Brenda.”

With the little strength she had left, Katya held Trixie’s face with both hands. Her throat felt itchy and scratchy as she tried to speak, nothing but grunting managed to leave her lips. She needed to do something to express the gratitude she was feeling, so she did the only thing that came to her mind. She kissed her. Katya closed her eyes and, taking advantage of the hold she had on Trixie’s face, pulled her to meet her lips. The first kiss almost didn’t register as such, just two sets of lips barely making contact. Yet, it worked as a gateway for everything they had been keeping, even to themselves, to come up to surface. That one peck led to an actual kiss, then lips were wrapping around each other, then tongues were exploring mouths, and hands were exploring bodies. It wasn’t until Katya yelped in pain, that they realized how far they had taken it.

A soft laughter left Trixie as she rested her head against Katya’s forehead. Their eyes crossed as they tried to keep a hold on each other’s stare.

“I love you.”

Katya heard her. The three words had been whispered, but they had been so loaded with emotion that there was no way Katya couldn’t have gotten the message. It took her a moment to react, Trixie looked at her expectantly, before she started to backtrack in fear.

“Look, listen, I… if it’s too much, I–”

The rest of the sentences died against Katya’s lips as she kissed Trixie again. Katya desperately nodded her head, unable to form words, but letting Trixie know she felt the same way. They kissed again, and again. They were happy to have found the courage to finally let their true feelings out, even if it was through a near death experience like this one.

Still in a tangled mess of limbs, was that Ginger found them. “Ugh! Lesbianism.” The sarcastic remark lost impact as she practically ran to Katya’s side. She hugged her friend, cried out how much she had missed her and how grateful she was that Katya was okay.

Little did they know, that was how they were going to spend the next few days. Trixie slept with her on the bed, and they kissed every chance they had. Alyssa took Katya away for scans and X-Rays, changed the medication, and wrote things down on the chart. Visitors came and went, staying way after the allowed hours and annoying the hell out of Shangela. Trixie would laugh at the way she tried to kick Kasha and Tempest out of the nurse’s break room, woke up Kennedy from her nap on the lounge, reminded Roy he was not in charge at that hospital.

Even when they hadn’t confirmed anything, people already treated Trixie and Katya as a couple. They asked Trixie how she was feeling, and how she was dealing with the whole situation. Katya received many comments about Trixie being by her side every night, and working tirelessly to catch the attacker during the day. They simply looked at each other from across the room, knowingly smiling to their friends’ words, and nodding when required.

Slowly but surely Katya recovered her voice, the bruised ribs were all better, and the broken ones were well on their way to recovery. According to the doctor, it usually took one to two months for those to heal. Katya’s body, which had always been a scientific enigma, was pretty much ready to go by the beginning of week four. No major damage had been found, there was no amnesia or loss of mobility. Exactly a month after being rushed into the ER, Katya was being released. She said goodbye to the people who had literally saved her life as Trixie pushed the wheelchair through the hallways. She could walk just fine, but it was hospital policy. The staff was sad to see them leave; Trixie and Katya had become an important source of entertainment, but they were happy to know Katya was well enough to go home.

Trixie drove them to Katya’s apartment. Even when she had offered her place, Katya had insisted she was okay to go back to that space. Trixie had gone and cleaned the apartment many times in the last couple of days. She moved stuff around, then put them back where they belonged. She was constantly debating if she wanted Katya to come back to a fresh new place, with no memories of the attack hidden between the curtains, or if it was better for her to feel right at home. At the end, she had to settle with something in the middle, since a lot of the furniture had been taken away as evidence, and the cleaning alone left the apartment looking extremely different.

Katya walked with slow steps and stopped right before Trixie could put the key in the lock.

“Hey, Trix?” She waited until she gained Trixie’s full attention to continue. “Did I shit myself?” she asked flatly.

“Wha-what?”

“Did I shit myself?” the words were repeated in the same tone.

Trixie didn’t know where that question came from, and surely showed as much in her facial features, because Katya’s shoulders dropped as she exhaled loudly.

“When I was coming home that night, the night of the attack, I really needed to use the bathroom. Like, I was shitting myself the whole way home. Then… then, it happened. When I was found, did I have shit all over myself?”

She didn’t mean to, but Trixie couldn’t help but laugh hysterically. She screamed in joyful surprise at how serious Katya was. Katya was really concerned about the matter, her straight face only fueled Trixie’s laughter even more, as wrong as it could be. It took several seconds of Trixie imitating a horn running out of batteries, before she could speak again, assuring Katya that no, she hadn’t shit herself during the fight. Katya visibly relaxed her whole body, sighing with relief. That was when Trixie decided not to tease her any more and helped her in.

Katya drank it all in with her eyes. She noticed right away the missing decoration, the couches that faced a different direction, the dinner table that had been removed. None of that really mattered, the only thing - the only person, she needed to feel safe, to feel at home, was holding her by the elbow and directing her to the bedroom, rambling on and on about what they were going to find in the next room.

“Alyssa said you needed some rest, so I came earlier and did your bed; washed the sheets and everything. You said you wanted to get ready for the sergeant’s exam, so I got you some tests examples and practice sheets. I also put some books on the nightstand, in case you wanted to read, and moved the TV from the living room. Now, I know you don’t like–”

Katya stared at her with a smile, making Trixie uncomfortable enough to stop talking.

“What?” Trixie asked with a shaky voice. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Katya said, shaking her head, the maniac smile still nailed to her lips. “I swear it’s nothing, I… I just love you.”

Trixie’s jaw dropped dramatically. This was the first time Katya actually pronounced the words. They entered through Trixie’s ears, bounced against the walls of her brain, travelled down past her heart, and settled somewhere hot between her legs.

“I love you, too,” Trixie replied, but Katya shook her head.

“Okay, listen. I don’t do feelings, okay? But I do want to let this out.”

Trixie restarted the movement and didn’t say anything. They both sat on the edge of the bed, Katya wincing slightly at the pain.

“Go on,” Trixie encouraged her.

With a deep sigh, Katya did. “I’m not an emotional person, feelings just… ugh.” She made a disgust face to portray what she couldn’t put into words. “It’s not easy for me to say it. I’ve only said ‘I love you’ to my mom, my dad, and a lizard that I burnt.”

“Oh, wow,” Trixie exclaimed. “Did you kill it? How did you burn it?”

“With fire, but that’s beyond the point. Shut up.” Katya tried to flail her hands, pain stopped her from expressing herself like she usually did. “I’m a very direct person. I have no issues walking up to a person, look at them straight in the eye, and say: I am very attracted to you right now, and would like for us to have sexual intercourse, if you are so inclined; and then we can never talk to each other, ever again.”

Her speech was interrupted by Trixie’s laughter. “Casual sex has never been more formal.”

“Hey, I’m serious.” Katya’s statement contradicted itself when she pronounced the words between giggles. “I never stick around after I stick it in.”

“Oh, my God! You better have a point at the end of all of this.”

“I would reach it, if only you’d stop interrupting me.” Trixie lifted her hands in surrender, and motioned for her to continue. “Fuck, all I’m trying to say is that I love you, okay? Like, I really do love you. I feel it in all my rotten, broken bones. I’ve loved you since the night that I saw you crying at the bar, chugging a whole bottle of beer. I was just too disconnected with my emotions to even know it myself. It was easier to pretend I only wanted your hot body, which I still do, by the way, but I also want the rest of you, all of you.”

Trixie bit her lip, maybe trying not to cry, maybe preventing a smile from spreading all over her face, probably just stopping herself from interrupting.

“It means a lot to hear you say that,” she finally admitted. “For the longest time, I thought I was just obsessed with the beautiful girl that wanted nothing to do with me. Truth is, you awoke something in me, and I wouldn’t believe it. I couldn’t be gay. I’ve never felt attracted to any other girl before, but all I could think about was you, and kissing you, and touching you. I guess I settled with being Katya-sexual.”

She said it so easily, with the shrug of a shoulder, that it caused laughter to emanate from Katya in the form of a whistle-like sound.

Chuckling herself, Trixie continued, barely able to keep a straight face. “I mean it. Very quickly I realized I didn’t want to be with anybody else, boy, girl, or anything in between. I guess I knew my fate was to be with you.”

Katya leaned in and found Trixie’s lips again. They shared a sweet kiss to seal their love confessions, with unspoken promises of honesty and loyalty. A kiss that intensified as feelings and emotions finally ran freely. It continued until lungs cried out for air and the only option was to separate.

“Are you tired?” Trixie asked concerned. “How are you feeling about this whole thing?”

“I-I don’t know. I’m still trying to digest everything, I suppose. This was probably one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. I am a trained fighter, Trixie. Not only because I’m part of the Los Angeles Police Department, but, did you know I did martial arts for ten years?” Trixie shook her head, shock written all over her face. “Yes, bitch,” Katya assured her, even when Trixie wasn’t doubting it. “My dad is a karate master. He’s, like, fifth degree black belt. He taught me, from a really young age, when I used to be bullied at school, how to defend myself. Never to start a fight,” she added quickly, a finger up in front of herself for clarification. “But he trained me to defend myself, and I failed him.”

“No, you didn’t!” Trixie’s answer came out a little too quick. “Girl, you should have seen that Latrice bitch. Her face was–”

“Is that her name?” Katya interrupted with a whisper.

Just then did Trixie realize what she had done. She looked down and nodded. “Latrice Royale, she was one of Manila’s clients who didn’t take the arrest all that well.”

“I’ll say,” Katya added with a twist of her lips.

Trixie’s hand went up to caress Katya’s face, her fingers ghosted over the purple bruises on Katya’s temple. “We don’t need to talk about her. She’s away and won’t be able to hurt you anymore.” She stood up and offered Katya her hand. “Detective Zamo, would you allow me to take you to bed?”

Even against herself, and the pain on her side, Katya laughed and took Trixie’s hand. “Jesus Christ, Detective Mattel, I thought you would never ask.”

As she dropped Katya softly on the pillows, Trixie froze. “Oh, God. You know when you said that to me before?” Trixie said a bit nervous.

Katya simply nodded. “Yeah, when you asked to sit on my face.”

Trixie hid her face in her hands as she muffled a string of curse words.

Once again, Katya laughed, pulling Trixie to lay next to her. “Hey, it’s fine. You can do that again right now, you know? Like, I may not be able to move much, but my tongue is surely working.”

Trixie giggled like a little girl, pressing her face against Katya’s arm. “Oh, my God. Shut up!”

They laughed some more before they fell into a comfortable silence. Trixie ran her fingers up and down Katya’s arm, soothing the skin around the cuts and scrapes. A wave of emotions hit her again. There probably would never be a time when she wouldn’t be thankful that Katya made it. Trixie didn’t believe in God, or karma, or the healing powers of good vibes, but she wanted to thank something, or someone for allowing Katya to be there, alive and well. She should probably send a bottle of wine to the doctor; and a promise to the universe to never take what she had for granted.

Immersed in that state of gratitude is that a thought reached her mind. “Hey, while you were, umm, asleep,” Trixie paused, doubting if that was the right wording for what Katya went through. “Did you, like, dream or something? Or was it, like, you blinked and suddenly ten years have passed?”

“Oh, it was amazing!” Her voice filled with excitement as Katya explained. “I could be wherever I wanted. Sometimes we were strolling down Vermont Street, you know, just looking at all the shops. Other times, we met at a beach somewhere–”

“We?”

“Com’ere, Momma.” Since she couldn’t really move, Katya pulled Trixie to prop on one elbow, so they could be face to face. “You were always there with me. I could feel you, I knew you were there. I couldn’t always understand what you were saying, but your voice was always there. I heard you singing, telling me stories. For some reason I remember something about you using Gatorade as lube?”

Trixie screamed. “No! That was my roommate. I can’t believe you were listening to all of that. I felt so stupid talking to myself all the time.”

“Oh, no! Hearing you speak was the only thing keeping me from going towards the light. Well, there was no light, really, but, like, you know what I mean.” An unexpected yawn left her lips, she tried to stop it by closing her mouth, but still her tiredness made it through.

Pulling the sheet to cover them both, Trixie kissed Katya’s cheek. “Go to sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“No, I’m fine. Hey, let’s take a look at those practice tests you were talking about.”

“Girl, no. There’s plenty of time for that. Why don’t you take a nap and then we check those over dinner tonight?”

Katya nodded, her eyes already closing as she curled up next to Trixie. “Would you talk to me as I fall asleep? Tell me about that roommate of yours.”

Trixie did as Katya requested. She repeated the story and watched Katya drift off to a peaceful sleep, wondering if Katya knew there was very little Trixie wouldn’t do for her.

[coffeekaspbrak]

Coffee date- Kay x Bev fic

Author’s note: Sorry if this is cliche or has lots of typos, we just need more McMarsh and I’m here to provide y’all

Beverly Marsh had been up for 27 hours.

She’d pulled some late night stunts in the past, but never 27 goddamn hours.

The insomnia had painted streaks of purple underneath her eyes, ever noticeable against her pale and now greasy skin. She hadn’t showered in those 27 hours either.

A double major in graphic design and fashion combined with a job at the bookstore hadn’t lent itself well to hygiene or sleep.

Needless to say, as a college student, Bev was pretty broke. Her aunt had helped her pay for school itself but she didn’t have the means to spend much outside of tution. She certainly didn’t have cash to be blowing on a five dollar cup of frothy coffee.

But spring midterms had kicked her ass right into starbucks at four o’clock that morning.

She had finished three projects in the past five hours and still had four classes to go to and a shift to work at 7 am and so it was too late to go bed. So, forgive her for drowning her sorrows and class induced insomnia in an overpriced latte.

The still chilly March air had shut the door behind her with a slight bang that made her jump, eyes flying open. The few customers in the shop stopped glanced over with surprise, the loud sound cut through the calm, tired atmosphere of the store. Bev felt immediately out of place as she walked slowly up to the counter. Her overgrown red hair hung down to her ears in messy, unbrushed curls that she pushed out of her face to see the drink options.

“Hello, what can I get for you this morning?” the preppy looking kid working asked her with a tired smile. Bev knew that exhausted, customer service smile as she would be sporting it later. She smiled back, “Almond milk latte please.”

The kid picked up a sharpie and a cup.

Bev stared to the side, taking in the customers here this early.

The sound of the door opening and then closing abruptly with a slam brought her eyes to the entrance of the shop. There, coming closer to the line, was a woman with curly dark hair and the most gorgeous dark brown eyes Beverly had ever seen. She seemed to walk in slow motion as Bev’s eyes widened and followed her movements to the space close behind her. They met eyes and the woman smiled at her, a bit awkwardly, “Hello.”

Her tone made Bev realize she was being a total creep to this poor, hot woman.

“S-sorry,” she said loudly, turning back to the cashier who she realized has been talking to her. “Ma’am?” He asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“Sorry what?” She asked.

“Your name?” Damn she was off her game.

“Oh,” she blushed heavily, “Bev.”

“3.25 please”

Bev handed him five dollars and told him to keep the change. She shouldn’t have given her current financial situation but she was too flustered to wait.

She moved to the side of the store to wait for her drink and buried her face into her hand.

Of course, today of all days, she had to embarrass herself in front of someone cute, as if the lack of sleep wasn’t enough to ruin her day.

She then felt a presence in the space next to her and breathed in a scent, a bit like honey. She kept her head down, not wanting to embarrass herself more.

The barista, a different one from before looked at the cup and tried to read the smudged handwriting before rolling his eyes and announcing only, “almond milk latte!” And placing the drink on the counter.

Bev perked her head up and reached towards the cup.

Before she could pulled away, her hand collided with another.

“Oh,” she blushed and pulled away looking up at the person who’s hand met her’s. It was the same woman from earlier, because who else would it be.

“No, no,” she pulled away, “You ordered first, it’s yours.” She kept a gentle smile on her face. “I like your rings, by the way.”

Bev looked down at her own hands, almost forgetting she had the rings on, “Oh, thanks, I like your jacket,” she responded, gesturing towards the girl’s green bomber jacket.

“Thank you,” she said, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.

The barista called out again, “Almond milk latte!”

“Now we can just see,” the woman picked up the latte that was put down first and squinted, trying to read the cup, “Bec?”

Beverly suppressed a laugh, now feeling more comfortably confident, “Bev. Starbucks doesn’t play around with screwing up names I guess.”

The girl’s eyes lit up slightly, “Oh dude, it’s a total marketing scheme. Get a messed up version of your name, post it on Instagram, boom free marketing for Starbucks.”

Bev laughed tiredly, sounding kind of crazy, sleep deprivation made lots of stuff funny. “You’re so right I hadn’t even thought about that.”

The girl stuck out her hand, “I’m Kay,” she said.

Instead of shaking it, Bev picked up the other latte and read it, “Well looks like this is for Kip, but I won’t tell if you won’t.” She placed it in the Kay’s hand, who

laughed an angelic sound. But then kept on laughing, hunching over.

Until there were tears in her eyes.

Bev was faltered if a little confused.

“I’m sorry,” she breathed, “That wasn’t even that funny, I just haven’t slept in 24 hours.”

“College?”

Kay nodded, still laughing, “I’m a political science major.”

An older man glared at them for taking up space in front of the counter.

Kay collected herself, “I’ll get out of your way, sir,” She said still smiling. She motioned for Bev to follow her out the door. Which Bev gladly did.

Once outside Kay giggled again, “God what an asshole. Can’t he see I’m trying to have a conversation with a cute girl?”

Bev blushed and then retorted, “I know right.”

“Hey,” Kay touched her shoulder, “Do you have anywhere to be right now?”

“My first lecture is at seven, I’m all yours.”

“Cool,” Bev could see her cheeks turn darker, “Wanna walk for a while?”

She nodded, “I’d like that.”

The two made their rounds around campus, in which time Bev learned that Kay was planning to go into law with her degree.

“I’d love to be an environmental rights lawyer. People act like I’m just some tree hugging hippie but I really want to help the earth.”

Bev didn’t know much about environmentalism besides the basics, but Kay makes her want to learn more as her eyes light up with passion and her voice blooms with interest.

Bev had told her that she was double majoring “Graphic design and fashion,”

she motioned down to her gray sweatpants and crewneck sweatshirt, “Believe it or not.”

Kay laughed, “Sleepy chic. It’s cute on you.”

Bev thought her cheeks must be tomato red.

Half way into their conversation about what kind of music they like, Bev began shivering a bit. She realized that she was definitely underdressed for the weather, only prepared for a short coffee trip.

“Oh, are you cold?” Kay asked, looking concerned.

“A little, but it’s fine-“

Kay was already taking off here jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders.

They eventually found themselves near the bookstore where Bev worked.

“Wanna stop inside? I’ve got my key.”

“Of course.”

Bev took to showing her around the place and watching Kay nerd out about some of the ones she’d read in her classes. She’d talked for a while about the book they were reading in her gender studies class while Bev smiled completely entranced in her excited voice and her beauty.

Kay suddenly blushed and looked up at her, “You aren’t bored of me talking yet?”

She shook her head, “I don’t think I ever could be.”

Kay stared into her eyes and moved herself closer to Bev, placing her hands on her face. She smiled as their lips connected, Bev brought her hands to Kay’s hips. She tasted like honey chapstick and good coffee. The kiss was gentle and over way too soon.

“Oh shit,” Kay said, looking down at her watch, “it’s 6:45, I better start walking.”

“Oh my god, that went by fast, almost three hours.”

Kay grinned slyly, “Time flies when you’re having fun.” She walked over to the counter and pulled out a pen.

“Give me your arm,”

Bev stuck out her arm and Kay wrote something on it, before throwing the pen on the desk and pressing a kiss to Bev’s cheek. “I’ve gotta go. Call me.” She hurried out the door. Bev watched her and was reminded of that phrase,

Hate to see you go, love to watch you leave.

She looked down at her arm,

A phone number was written along with Kay (or kip) McCall and a heart.

For once in her life, Bev was happy to be up so early.

[mona-stay]

Locked In - Sweet Pea

Prompt - Sweet Pea and y/n can’t tell each other they feel leading into a row, can Toni fix them by locking them up together Pairing - Sweet Pea x reader Warnings - swearing, Story

(y/n pov) “it’s Fp’s retirement party tonight” I hear Toni say as I sit down at our normal table. “it’s gonna be different with north siders there,” Fangs said. “what about north siders?” I laughed. “Jughead is having a party in the wyrm for Fp” Toni started but was quickly cut off by one of sweet peas vicious comments, about the Bulldogs, think they can come to their hangout.

It was no secret sweet pea was pissed over the order to stay away from northsiders and just his grudge with Archie to bed.

However, you couldn’t help but think the was more to it. Sweetpea wasn’t just snappy he was snappy at you something he’d never done until the last few weeks. His attitude was getting on your nerves but knowing him the way you did, you let his mood go over your head. 

*** I walked into the Whyte wyrm, Toni was the first to see me. “Omg y/n you look amazing” she squealed making fangs and sweet pea look at me. “wow you like look a knock out y/n” fangs said looking me up and down.

I giggle and blush thanking them, I felt good in a pair of thigh high boots, a pair of black denim shorts that showed my ass off in the best possible way, a black low cut v neck top and finally my serpent jacket draped over my shoulder. My hair was loose and curly at the tips and my makeup was on point thanks to a little help from Veronica Lodge, Jughead’s girlfriend best friend. I felt great until Toni spoke again.

“What do you think sweet pea y/n looks hot, don’t you think?” She said. I held my breath, not that I’d admit it aloud but the reason I had put so much effort into looking good was for his befit. I’d loved him since forever but he always had that ‘I don’t care attitude about girls and relationships’ thing going on so I never told him, I was just happy being one of his best friends. I also didn’t want to make that friendship weird if he rejected me.

Sweet pea looked me up and down with a snarl on his face “I guess she looks dressing as a slut, the north side dogs will love it” he spat out. Out of nowhere my hand came up and slapped him hard across the face “fuck you, sweets, you're a horrible pick don’t ever speak to me again” I screamed out of anger trying to let my eyes fill up with tears, turning on my heel I walked over to the bar.

(sweet pea pov) I regretted the words the second I said them but I couldn’t help it. She looked incredible for him, for some Northside idiot.

“what the hell was that about pea?” Toni demanded looking at me unimpressed. “well played dude your an idiot” fangs said. I just shrugged my shoulders “what” I say mean slamming my glass down heading for the pool table to take out my frustration. 

I didn’t hate y/n, the opposite actually I loved her. She was pretty funny and smart. I couldn’t tell her I love her though she’d been excepted for a good university, one I’d never get in. she leaves me like my mum, dad and any other person I got close too, it was easier for me to just keep being her friend. The same way I was with Toni and Fangs, we’d still always be the core four of the south side. I could live with that or at least I thought I could until I saw her with another guy. Since then I couldn’t control my feeling and jealousy always won.

(3rd person pov)

“really Fogarty what the fuck is up with him lately?” Toni said from behind the bar. Sweet Pea was lucky Toni was working otherwise she would have gone over and punched him. “he’s being a tit he’s jealous because y/n is dating that stupid Northside and he’s jealous” fangs said shrugging like it was obvious. Toni, however, looked in pure shock “y/n did what? no, I don’t believe it!” Toni said.

fangs had a sip of his drink “I wouldn’t of if I hadn’t seen it” he told the pink haired barmaid. “saw what?” she asked. “about two weeks ago we were at the northside going to pick up jones from his Barbie girlfriends, outside of pops we saw y/n, the next thing we see some northside kid start talking to her, he lent in and kissed her. sweet’s saw it and sped off and been in a mood ever since angry she’s with that bulldog” fangs explained.

Toni held her head in her hands, groaning. “what?” fangs asked. “she’s not dating that guy I know about that and trust me what you’ve just said certainly isn’t what happened” she told him. Toni looked over to where y/n was stood, she saw her look over in sweet peas direction with a saddened look on her face. “we need to fix this” Toni said looking between the pair. “fix what?” fangs said now following Toni's gaze between his two fighting friends. “she loves him, he loves her they just can’t see it can't see it so we need to fix it” Toni said with a twisted smirk. Fangs finished the last of his drink “oh no what crazy plan have you got in your head now Topaz?” he said, a small hint of worry in his voice. “oh you’ll see” she said whispering her plan in his ear.

(y/n pov) I saw Toni she waved at me to come over, not feeling in the party mood really only staying to see Fp and say welcome home, I slowly walked over. she asked how I was but I didn’t really answer still feeling hurt and broken by peas words. “y/n!” she said in a whiny voice, making me know she wanted something. “what do you want?” I laughed, “I have no bottles of beer left in the fridge and I can't leave the bar yet can you go down the stock room and get me some please?” she begged, putting her hands together pleading. I rolled my eyes “fine” I said actually I was kind of happy to get out the bar even if its only to the cellar. once down there I started looking at all the different cases of different brands looking for the Toni wanted.

after a little less then ten minutes of looking I couldn’t find any bottles, well not the ones I wanted anyway, I hear footsteps coming down the steps “Toni I can't find these drinks at all you sure there down here” I shout before finally turning around. It wasn’t Toni stood in the room but Sweetpea. “what the fuck do you want?” I say before we hear a slam come from the door.

(sweet pea pov) I was playing pool still feeling bad for what I said to y/n, “hey dude Toni wants you but heads up she’s pissed at you” fangs said. I gave him my cue asking him to play for me while I went to see what she wanted. I had an idea of what it was, to scream at me about y/n not like I didn’t deserve it. “your lucky we have rules against harming our own, what you said to y/n is almost unforgivable.” she said with a terrifying look in her eyes. “I know I didn’t mean it,” I said low looking at the ground I did feel guilty I knew Toni wouldn’t make me feel better it wasn’t in her nature. “like I said almost unforgivable but your lucky she’s a forgiving person,” Toni said raising her eyebrows at me. I sighed knowing she was right I needed to say sorry to y/n but I’m not any good at apologies. I looked round y/n wasn’t in the bar anyway maybe I could think of a really good one tonight and say sorry tomorrow.

Toni’s voice made me look back up “and to get back in my good books you can down to the cellar and help me get some more ice,” she said I know not to argue with her walking to the door to the cellar steps. as she opened the door fangs called her name saying Hogeye was looking for her. I looked at her “you go ill get the ice” I say earning a small thank you smile. waking down the steps I hear y/n’s voice call out for Toni. “sorry princess its just me” I smile at her. the door upstairs slammed shut. y/n ran to it pulling at the handle, “ugh it’s locked” she shouted.

I groaned in realization this was a setup, I wanted to kick myself for not seeing before. Y/n banged on the door calling out for someone to open it “they locked us in y/n/n” I say opening a bottle, if I was going to be locked in I might as well be comfortable I thought to myself. After a few minutes, y/n gave up on banging on the door sitting on the last step. The was a long pause of silence the only notice was y/n huffing and puffing over the locked door. I could tell she was still mad at me she wouldn’t look at me if I was going to make amends with her I needed to do something

I opened another bottle slowly waking over to her “here” I say trying to sounds kind. “fuck off I don’t want nothing from you sweet pea” she said turning her head away from me. I left the drink next to her before walking back to the small sofa that was down here. It hurt seeing her look at me like that and the way she said my name was venomous.

taking a deep breath trying to think about my words carefully, “y/n I’m really sorry about what I said before, your one of my best friends I shouldn’t have taken my mood out on you. I’m sorry, I really am” I told her.

“just because your pissed of doesn’t give you the right to call me a slag,” she said a small tear coming down her cheek. I wanted to do nothing more than hug her. “I’m sorry y/n  I’m really sorry I just got so … so… I don’t know angry and well my mouth works faster than my brain at times” I say low feeling full of shame, also feeling like a coward for still not being able to tell her how much I like her.

(y/n pov) Sweet pea tried to apologize to me for what he said and although I knew I would forgive him I didn’t want to right now. I’d never heard him say sorry to anybody, I didn’t think he knew how and seeing him like this was also a first. Sweetpea had two emotions happy or angry, he’d never shown sadness, guilt or sorrow before and the way his voice sounded as he spoke made me feel for him more. I was struggling to keep my anger for the handsome serpent.

“yeah whatever,” I say looking away I know if I keep looking into his big chocolate brown eyes I would cave and forgive him to easy for his words. Outside the door, I could hear the party going the music was roaring yet I got up and tried again banging and shouting on the door for someone to let us out. Just like the rest of my might luck was against me, and no one came.

It was freezing down here and my chose in clothing now didn’t seem to good. My jacket with my phone was still upstairs on the bar, no doubt Toni had it safe for me, but that didn’t help me now as goosebumps lined my skin. I started looking for something a little stronger than beer, finding a nice bottle of brandy. This should warn me up, I think before going to get on of the new glasses from a box I’d seen earlier. I poured a glass for myself, looking over at sweet pea, the expression on his face was almost heartbreaking, it was a similar look to the one he wore when he was told by tall boy his mother had left.

I walked over to the freezer putting the bottle down, I could feel sweet peas eyes one me, when I glance down at the floor I see my shorts and boots remembering his words. A part of me feels insecure and I involuntarily shiver. I heard him move off the couch but before I had a chance to turn and look at him I feel him slide his jacket over my shoulders. Still wanting to be mad I step out of it.

“look y/n I know you hate me but I can clearly see your freezing down here just take the jacket until we get out of here then you can carry on hating me,” he said. I looked at him confused, grabbing his serpent jacket putting it on. The warmth and smell of it made me smile, it smelt just like him cologne and cigarette smoke.

“I don’t hate you sweets, pissed and angry yes but I could never hate you” I tell him, a small smile appears on his face. I pick up the bottle “want one” I say waving the brandy. He nodded but didn’t speak, part of me wanted to know what he was thinking. After a few drinks, sweet pea and I was talking again although I still tried to keep a hint of attitude in my voice. We talked about how sweet thought Toni had locked us in until he apologized or I’d beaten him to a pulp but his comment about my outfit was still bothering me alone with his whole attitude lately. “so are you going to tell me what’s going on with you lately because you wouldn’t just call me a slut for nothing and it’s not the first time you’ve snapped at me lately pea” I ask him. He didn’t answer just shrugged his shoulders, only irritating me more. “come on pea u know you better something wrong and it’s more than just a bunch of Northsiders.” I say this time more dominant.

I see his jaw clench along with his fists, “why is everything always about North siders” he shouts. “because every time someone says them you act like this!” you shout back. Sweetpea didn’t say nothing again, instead he poured another shot. “don’t worry about or me when you get out of this room you can find your Northside boyfriend and worry about him instead” sweet pea said.

“excuse me what! Northside boyfriend since when! Where the hell did you get that stupid idea from” I almost laughed out. Sweetpea, however, didn’t see the funny side, he looked at me with nothing but put angry in his eyes. “don’t fucking lie to me y/n, I saw you with that bulldog” he screamed at me. I slowly started walking backward, not getting very far as my back hit a wall. “really sweet pea I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about” I tell him honestly, how could he think I liked some stupid football player when I was in love with him. Sweet peas hand rose, he punched the wall beside my head making me scream a little “I saw you kiss him outside of pops” he said. Although I was scared I had to laugh a little too “Omg pea you have it so wrong I was at pops to see Veronica, Reggie started talking to” but I was cut off by another one of peas punches to the wall

“Reggie so you’re on first name terms with the scumbag” he spat out. “yes he told me his name and what! Like I was saying REGGIE” I say his name with louder with sassy added “was talking to me outside while I waited for a taxi and out of nowhere he kissed me, I pushed him off and started to walk home just to get away from the creep” I yell back at him, trying to push him away, only failing.

Sweet pea uses his free hand grabbing my hip hard pinning me to the wall “like I’m going to believe that why would you want to go see that rich bitch for” his face came closer as he spoke I could now feel his breath on my face, while his eyes glared intensity into mine. My mind went blank for a second, the way he held me the way he was acting jealous and possessive was turning me on, my body shook as I looked back I to his eyes. Shaking my head I closed my eyes taking a deep breath

“because I wanted her advice on how to look hot, how to get the boy I like to actually notice me, but hey I guess it work seeing as he called me a SLUT” I screamed back at him, I ducked under his arm trying to get away from him from the mixed feeling I was having, when I left sweet pea grabbed my arms pinning back to the wall.

Before I could say anything in protest his lips crashed to mine in a dominant, heated kiss. The kiss ended as fast as it started, sweet pea looked at me, maybe for my reaction. I lifted my arms around his neck pulling him in for another. His hands gripped my waist pulling me closer to him as I tugged and pulled on the hair ant the back of his neck.

Without breaking the kiss he lifted me up so I was sitting on the freezer standing in between my legs. His hands cupped my face. We only stopped when we were breathless, he rested his forehead on mine “I’m sorry I got jealous and called you a slut, i really never meant it” he said slightly panting.

I smiled back at him “I’ll let you off your hot when your jealous” I say before pulling him in for another kiss. The noise of footsteps on the stairs made us stop and look, Toni and Fangs finally came down to free us. “well I told you this would work” Toni said with an all too pleased with herself smirk. Fangs laughed “well it’s about bloody time you told her you loved her,” he said to pea making me look at him.

Sweet pea was slight blushing “is that true?” I ask unsure if I wanna hear the answer, disappointed if it’s just fangs messing with him. Sweetpea looked at me and nodded “yes y/n it’s true I love you, I always have” he says looking down like he was embarrassed to admit his feelings. I grab his cheeks making him look at me “good because I love you too sweet pea” I tell him giving him a small kiss. Sweets hug me “come on lovebirds, you’re missing the party” Toni laughed chasing fangs back up the stairs.

I jump off the freezer to follow them when sweets grabs me “you mean it you love me” he asks, “of course I do” I say grabbing his hand “now let’s get up there before they lock us in again”

[voltron-the-galaxys-protector]

Chapter One: The Paladins

third times the charm, please reblog.

It was a loud knocking that oh-so rudely awoke Lance and Danny at fuck-knows AM.

“Nope!” Danny groaned out rolling over and burying his head under a pillow.

“No way I'm doing it!” Lance objected.

“You gotta, I already said I wouldn't.”

“Fine but you owe me like a million sweets,” Lance sighed sitting up, green face mask on, his naturally curly hair unruly and tangled and in blue pyjamas with cats on them, truly a model.

“Hello?” He greeted, yawning as he opened the door.

Rubbing his eyes he barely registered the person was talking until they barked. “Citizen!”

Lance's eyes focused and he was hit with the immediate realisation and the subsequent dread that a Aerusian guard was yelling at him.

“Yes si- ma'am?”

“Did you hear any of that kid?”

“It's-” He glanced at the clock. “-Five AM, gimme a moment.”

A very tired Danny butted Lance's side and looked up at the guard with bleary wide eyes.

“Who the fuck are you?” He asked, making direct eye contact with the considerably taller guard, completely fearless in the face of someone who could probably murder him is she pleased.

“I am Plaxum, personal guard to the princess Allura.”  the blue skinned guard replied stone faced.

“Cool name what do you want?” Danny leaned on Lance's side almost pushing his brother over.

“The princess has personally requested that you be part of a very important mission, please pack your clothes and essentials, this is not up for debate.”

“Can we at least sleep a bit longer?” Lance asked.

“No.” And with that Plaxum left them to get ready.

“Well crap.” Lance sighed.

“That was uh, strange to say the least,” Danny commented, moving to grab some cargo shorts and a shirt.

“You could say that again Pidgey,” Lance sighed throwing himself onto his bed.

“That was uh, strange to say the least,” Danny repeated, throwing a shirt and jeans at Lance's head.

“Careful! Careful! I got a mask on dude!” Lance cried indignantly, chucking a paperback book at Danny's head as he pulled on his pants.

“Suck it up princes- oof-” He fell forward as the book hit him. “-Dick.”

Lance grabbed his clothes and ran into the en-suite bathroom narrowly avoiding being hit by a copy of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.

He emerged with a less green face, his brown hair neat and a baseball tee on halfway as he tugged it down.

“Is Killbot Phantasm 1 an essential?” Danny asked stuffing books into a duffel bag.

“Uh, no.”

“Okay I'm taking it.”

“You're awful.”

Lance filled a backpack with clothes and toiletries, stuffing in hair gel concealer and a few face masks in last as he struggled to close it.

“Bro you missed mister cuddly!” Pidge gasped holding up a ratty old teddy bear.

“Dude if the princess saw me with him I'd be crucified.”

“Yeah but I don't want you climbing into my bed when you have a nightmare without him.”

Lance snatched away the teddy bear, shoving it in his bag.

“Much better.” Danny grinned satisfied.

“I wonder what this mission is?” Lance murmured looking at a picture of their family back on Earth that sat on the computer desk.

“No clue, I hope it's fun.”

“Yeah, it'd be a cool story to tell mama.”

“Papa would freak out though,” Danny added making Lance laugh.

“He would.”

“I hope it's fun enough to make papa freak out.”

“Me too.”

In the Kogane household all was peaceful apart from the loud grunting of one Keith beating the living daylights out of a punching bag.

A loud rap at the door made the boy fall backwards halfway through a kick, getting hit in the face by his bad for his qualms.

“Ow.” He whispered rubbing his cheek and heading to answer the door.

He opened it seconds before the guard was about to knock again, hitting his head slightly as he lowered his hand.

“Yes?” Keith sighed rubbing his forehead.

“Would you be Keith Kogane?” Keith nodded “ah good, Mr Kogane you and your brother Takashi have been selected by the princess for a very important mission, please wake your brother and pack essentials, I'll be waiting.” That got one more sigh from the boy as he turned around.

“J-just my luck.” he whispered heading towards his brothers bedroom.

Takashi was quick once he heard the order, packing essentials and helping Keith.

“Here take the text to speech machine.” Takashi said handing Keith a watch that projected a screen for Keith to type on, reading it out in a robotic voice.

“It's p-probably just a short m-mission, I won't have t-to talk to anyone,” Keith murmured, looking down at his feet.

“But what if you do have to talk to people? What then?” Takashi offered crossing his arms and sitting back on his heels.

“N-no, if I just g-go mute n-n-no one will think I'm weird,” Keith murmured nervously.

“Someone will always think you're weird, that doesn't mean you should inconvenience yourself to please them.”

“If I t-take the d-damn watch will you leave me be?”

“Yes.”

Keith snatched the watch from Takashi, securing it around his wrist.

“Happy?”

“Yes.”

Takashi hugged Keith's shoulder.

“I'm so proud of you, you're so brave,” Takashi smiled. Keith scoffed.

“S-sure, whatever you say,” he murmured, smiling as he returned the hug.

“C'mon, let's go,” Takashi said warmly. Keith nodded and they headed out, following to guard to wherever they're supposed to go.

Hunks labrador Sunny greeted the knock at the door before her owner, barking and bouncing, tail Wagging so fast it was surprising she didn't fly away like a helicopter.

“Woah woah don't scare away our guests Sunny!” Hunk laughed running over and grabbing her collar as he opened the door.

A guard smothering a smile with her hands greeted them.

“Hello, would you be Hunk Garrett?” She asked putting on a straight face.

“That's me! What's up?” The boy in question asked standing up a bit and letting Sunny sit.

“The princess has specially selected you for a very important mission, you are to pack essentials and then follow me.”

Hunk prepared a response as the guard closed the door, he sighed and headed to his room packing clothes books and various important tech and meds.

“Okay done,” Hunk said opening the door again to the guard.

“Well follow me, and take the dog,” Hunk looked from the guard to Sunny and shrugged clipping a leash to her collar and following after the guard.

The princess sat reading over letters from advisors on how to deal with the supply shortage.

“Your highness? The paladins are here,” A guard said sticking her head into the room.

“I keep telling you to call me Allura, Romelle, I hate being called highness,” The princess sighed, standing up and putting away the letters, glad to have an excuse to ignore her duties for a moment.

“Oh right, well if you'll follow me.” Romelle led Allura to a hall with stairs down to a ballroom, she stood on a balcony looking down on where five humans stood awkwardly, chatting between themselves quietly.

Allura cleared her throat loudly and all the humans stood straight looking up at her.

She looked them over, a Latino with curly brown hair and a lazy smile, Lance McClain.

His short brother with a brown Bob and large round glasses that framed his feminine face, Danny McClain-Holt.

A Japanese man with a lost arm and a scar on his cheek from battles long passed, Takashi Kogane.

His short and quiet brother with a mullet with emo bangs and a hoodie standing curled in on himself, Keith Kogane.

And a tall dark-skinned boy with a ponytail and a big heart, Hunk Garrett.

“Welcome! You have been selected out of many for this mission because of your unique personalities and traits,” She began to walk down one of the two staircases to stand in front of the humans.

“Right what is this mission exactly?” Lance asked getting elbowed in the side by Danny.

“Don't be like that Daniel, Lance you have been selected to be the new paladins of Voltron,” Allura explained coming to stand in front of them.

Lance's jaw dropped and all the others had similarly shocked responses. Allura, proud of herself for this reaction continued.

“Takashi, you are a brave fighter a genius strategist and a fantastic fighter, I want you to be the black paladin.” She handed him a map.

“Keith, you are loyal and terrifying with a sword in your hand, with Takashi by your side you are unstoppable, I want you to be the red paladin.” Keith grinned taking his map and looking it over.

“Danny, you are analytical and curious, constantly learning and improving, an incredible young genius, you shall be the green paladin.” Danny jumped taking his map.

“Green! Hell yeah!”

“Lance, you are a good listener and protective of those you care for, you adapt easily and protect others selflessly, you will be the blue paladin.”

“And Hunk-”

“Yeah no thanks,” Hunk interrupted shaking his head.

“What?”

“Look I came here to be safe, I didn't sign up for saving the galaxy.”

“But you must, you're the only one who fits the yellow lion perfectly.” Allura insisted pushing the map into his hands.

“Why? All these traits seem rather normal.”

“Because it's more than personality, it's your quintessence, your magic! You have to be the yellow paladin!”

Hunk scowled grabbing the map and looking it over, sighing.

“Fine you owe me.”

Allura grinned.

“Perfect, now if you'll follow me we have quarters for you to live for now, and we'll get someone to care for your dog Hunk,” Allura said, heading into a door.

The paladins looked to each other shrugging and followed her.

“Wait so we have to live here? Me and Lance didn't say goodbye to our siblings.” Danny asked running up to walk next to Allura.

“You'll see them again but you must be together, you need to be friends to be a team.”

Danny sighed falling back into step with Lance.

Allura pushed open a door that lead into a large room with five beds, with all the paladins stuff on each of them.

On one side there was a holo-tv set into the wall, the other had a door leading into a bathroom.

A window was behind the two beds with Lance and Danny's stuff on them and drawers separated each bed.

“Go crazy,” Allura smiled letting the grinning teenagers run in and look around.

Keith pulled a book out of his bag as Danny pulled Killbot Phantasm 1 out of his.

Keith typed quickly on the holographic screen of his watch, putting his book down, and a robotic voice read out.

“Killbot Phantasm 1? I loved that game on earth!” Danny looked up and grinned.

“Wanna play?” He asked making Keith nod vigorously.

Together they connected the game to the tv and started playing together.

Hunk looked over to Lance who was staring out the window wistfully.

“Hey, Lance right?” He asked sitting on the bed startling Lance out of his stupor.

“Yeah, hi.” Lance said flashing a grin.

“I'm Hunk if you didn't hear, you excited?”

“I guess,” Lance sighed turning to sit next to Hunk. “I'm scared if me or Danny gets hurt our siblings will be upset.”

“I'm scared too but think of how cool it'll be for them to have their brother be the blue paladin,” that made Lance grin.

“They'd love it, I'll just have to keep us safe eh?” He looked to Hunk grinning ear to ear.

“Yeah that's the spirit!”

Lance stood up. “Cool, I'll go message my older sister about what's happening.”

“Good idea, I should probably tell my mamas.”

“Yeah.” They stood there a second smiling at each other, then ran off to find their respective communicators.

Takashi carefully unpacked his and Keith's stuff putting them in their respective drawers and grabbing out his phone.

No new notifications.

He sighed putting it in his pocket and heading over to sit and watch over Danny and Keith who were grinning ear to ear as Danny rambled on about the game.

It was good Keith found a friend so easily, he deserved it.

Takashi hoped Keith would get to know this team, maybe he'd talk to them, who knows, the possibilities were endless.

And they seemed pretty positive.

[scenarioslovers]

The wager >> V, you

This was requested by anon. Hi anon, sorry it took too long for this to be done. hope you like it.

Helping with editing my lovely friend @icedtaee Thank you so much dear :D

It was the first time you had ever fallen in love with someone.

Today, you had a plan in mind to have a romantic lunch break with the boy that made your heart flutter, you had prepared a lunch box for both you and him; even making a heart shape with the food. (Something you would cringe at if you saw someone else do it.)

You sighed dreamily as you admitted it to yourself. You had totally fallen head over heels for Kim Taehyung, the hottest boy in your school.

Despite being the girl who did not believe in love and instead believed that school was more important, Taehyung had changed your mind for the better. He made you believe in things you didn’t expect to believe in. He made you feel things you’d never felt before.

If someone saw you a month before meeting Taehyung, they would point fingers at you calling you a freaking nerd, some even said that you’d do black magic to get high grades and to keep boys away from you.

You always had your hair braided with bangs to hide your eyes this was basically because you had no time to straighten your hair every morning. Due to your really bad eyesight, you had to wear glasses as big as your face, doctors had even suggested getting surgery to make your eyesight better. Your clothes were…well let’s just not talk about that.

In conclusion, you were the most plain girl in the school.

But after meeting Taehyung, things just changed.

Now, however, your hair cascaded over your shoulders in beautiful curly lockets. You still had your thick glasses and never got ones that fit your face.

Your appearance had changed and Taehyung was the one who helped you with it, always telling you, “You have really beautiful eyes, why are you hiding them?”

He was the sweetest person on Earth which made you ignore all the rumors that were surrounding him.

Then on that day, in that moment you were so happy that you couldn't hope for more. You just wished you had actually listened to the rumors.

Inside the classroom, Taehyung was sitting on one of the desks. Everyone was already out of class, playing or watching the club’s activity or doing anything that didn’t involve being in the classroom. Between his legs, a girl was standing wrapped in his arms, their lips locked in a passionate kiss that you had never experienced before. Her hands were in his hair and his were roaming over her body.

You felt sick to your stomach. It felt as if someone had punched you so hard that you tasted rust in your mouth. You wanted to run away, you didn’t want to watch this but your legs couldn’t move. It felt as if they were glued into the floor, a cold sweat running down your spine.

All the rumors that you heard kept running round your mind like a rushing wave of heat, burning you out.

“Taehyung is never in a serious relationship.”

“He has a lot of girls and he is a total player.”

“I really wish he would notice me, I wouldn’t mind kissing him once.”

“He is the devil.”

Stupid, you scolded yourself feeling like a true idiot.

It was the girl who noticed your presence first and you recognized her right away. She is the same girl with short hair who tried to be your friend at the beginning of the school year, seeing you didn’t surprised her, she just smirked as she wrapped her arms around Taehyung whose back was facing you.

“Y'know Tae, Y/N is really in love with you.” You tensed when you heard your name being mentioned and it made you want to stay. You wanted to know how Taehyung was going to respond.

“She was actually so easy to get,” A sound of something cracking was heard and you didn’t need a confirmation to know that it was your heart as Taehyung continued, “Well, it is my charm that no one can resist after all.”

Another smirk as she glanced at your way then back at Taehyung, “Since you won the bet, now you can go out with me.”

Taehyung expression hardened as he removed her arms away from him. “Let’s not begin with this again, Ka—” Taehyung froze. A heat wave hit him, filling him whole as his mouth fell open. You heard everything.

You were standing here and heard everything.

SHIT.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” He said, nervously as he approached you slowly.

“I—” you gulped trying hard not to cry in front of him. There was a great pain in your chest that made it hard for you to breathe and your throat was hurting from holding in the tears.

“I made you lunch, you must be hungry.” You said as you gave him the lunch box that you made.

“Oh...thanks.” He grabbed the box and you noticed how his hand was shaking. Or was it just your imagination?

Feeling that there was no place for you here anymore, you tried as much as you could to smile. You hated the idea that love had defeated you. You only got emotional when you did not do well in the exam which never happened. “I will go then. Sorry I got in the way.”

“Y/N!” You heard him calling but you had already ran out of the class and hid yourself in a place where no one can find you.

Taehyung still wasn’t sure what was going on. He only snapped out when Kathy tried to take the lunch box from him.

“You knew she was here?” His voice had a hint of anger laced through it.

“She had to know it already, Tae,” Kathy snapped, her face turning red. “You already won the bet a month ago, why are you still dating her?”

“It doesn’t concern you and she didn’t have to know.”

“Did you fall in love with her, Kim Taehyung?” Kathy was annoyed to the point that smoke was blasting out of her ears.

Taehyung was quiet for a few moments before meeting Kathy’s eyes. “It doesn’t concern you.”

“Then why?” It actually surprised him to see her eyes beginning to water. “Why did you kiss me?”

“I’m sorry.” He shrugged, taking the lunch box to leave but before he could take another step, Kathy snatched the lunch box and threw it on the floor. The box snapped open and the food; rice, rolled omelet and some vegetables spilled all over the floor.

“YAH!” Taehyung shouted but before he loses his temper anymore, the bell rang and the kids started to walk into the class again.

“I am not going to let you go, Taehyung. You love her?” Kathy scoffed. “I will make sure she will never smile ever again.”

Without thinking, Taehyung grabbed Kathy by her shirt, his jaw tight. Then at that same moment, the teacher came in and glared at both of them. Kathy smirked as he let go of her.

Coward, she mouthed before walking off.

“Kim Taehyung, I don’t think it is very gentlemanly to put your hand on a girl.” The teacher said and Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Go back to your seat.”

Taehyung noticed that you didn’t return to class that day or any day after that.

It had been a week and Taehyung wished he would’ve followed you, stopped you and explained everything that had happened.

But what was to explain? It was his fault.

Another week passed and there was still no sight of you, until one day you appeared again. However, the you he once knew was gone and had been replaced with someone else completely. Your hair was shorter and it was straightened. You had gotten rid of your glasses and wore a bright red lipstick. Your clothes had also gotten shorter, which made Taehyung clench his fists as boys eyes followed you as you walked around.

“Hi everyone.” The shy, the introverted you was gone.

“What are you doing?” Taehyung grabbed your elbow, his eyes were hard on you..

“Oh look who it is,” You smiled widely as you grabbed his face in your hands. “The boy who made me fall in love with him, why? Because he made some bet and thought I was easy.” Your voice became lower, calmer it sent chills down Taehyung’s spine. “Well, congratulations, Taehyung. You weren’t wrong.”     

[sharknadoslutt]

Could I have a ship? From any of the trilogies. I'm short with a cute chubby figure. I value intelligence and I am bilingual. I'm generally an observer, but I'm not afraid to participate once I have a good feel of the place. I'm brazen about everything I do and that I believe in. I'm a cross between mom friend and vodka aunt. Wine aunt? I take of people but not myself and am sarcastic the whole way 'round. I'm a slytherin and a Scorpio and an entp too if that helps. Thanks, Holly. I'm excited!😙

Firstly I have to say no one on this Earth is good enough for my daughter. Good thing this man is not ON Earth.

I ship you with Poe Dameron

Being one of the smartest young minds in the Resistance, Leia partnered you up with Poe, thinking that your calm aura and mature logical way of thinking would calm him down. It did, but not quite in the way she had expected

She thought the fact that you thought things through and observed everything thoroughly before acting would rub off on the charming man, but alas, it drove him to crazier lengths because he was low-key trying to impress you

The friendship was easy. You are both incredibly caring and empathetic people that come from families with strong values and connections

You have dark curly hair, just like his late mother, and I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you he loved that

Poe is a naturally outwardly loving and affectionate person towards his friends, so the little touches of the arm, hugs, and kisses on the cheek never caught you offguard

Ya know, until he kissed your damn lips

“Um, wow.” “Is that okay, Rosa?” “Yeah.. That’s okay.” “Can I do it again?” 

You started to refer to BB8 as his son so Poe started refer to you as ‘mom’ and, it’s all in good fun, but actually really fucking cue 

HE’S SO CARING AND LOVING AND CUTE AND AAHHH ROSA HE’S THE PERFECT MAN

Doesn’t just kiss you once. Kisses you 3 times on the lips and then pulls you in for a big ol’ loving bear hug

YA know, he hides it well because he’s a very affectionate person regardless, but he’s also a very horny dude

Like, yall fuck constantly. 

And there’s not a whole lot of privacy on resistance base so he’s become like a genius at finding places for yall to GET privacy so he can,, ya know.

Now for a little something special for one of my favorite mutuals!

“It’s locked.”

“What do you mean it’s locked?”

“I mean it’s locked, Poe.”

The girl wiggled the door knob and with a deadpan expression looked over her shoulder at the taller man. 

“What ever do you think I could mean when I say, ‘it’s locked’, babe?”

Poe pouted slightly, not appreciating her cynical sarcasm in a time as crucial as this. This was their first night back together after so long of being apart. There was hardly any privacy on the base during this time of the night. The barracks were filled, and everything was locked up for the night.

“We could go to the shower room?” Poe suggested, his cheeks a pink shade at his suggestion. Rosa glanced down and noticed a slight bulge growing between his legs.

“No, remember last time?” She sighed. There was a slight moment as the hot-headed man recalled when they had tried to bang it out in the washroom but a hammerhead with an upset stomach more than ruined the mood.

“Yeah, bad idea.” He agreed, sneering slight at the crude memory. He paused for a minute, thinking hard. When the man put his mind to something he always could come up with something. Especially when it came to being able to have sex, the man was a genius when it came to that.

“We could g-” Rosa was inturputed by a beaming Poe.

“-I’ve got an idea.” Without any further ado he took her by the hand and pulled her down the corridor and kept going until they came to the ship launching bay. It was totally empty, alarmingly dark.

“Poe?” She questioned, cocking a brow at him. 

“Sshh, I promise, it’ll pay off.” 

He came up to his favorite Tie-fighter and pulled her up to the small cockpit. The tiny ship was made to sit only one person in combat, not two. He sat in the pilots chair and then patting his lap, calling her to sit on him.

“This is your good idea?”

“Mmmhm.”

“This tiny little ship?”

“Mmmhm.”

“Where we’ll be really close together..?”

“Mmmhm.”

Without need of further convincing she gave in, crashing her lips onto his as she stepped into the ship and straddled his lap, almost sitting on his pelvis. Yeah, this would do nicely. 

[hiqueenbambiwaugh-blog]

Bloodlines

Author: Dreamwvr73 (HiQueenBambiWaugh)

Fandom: The Magicians

Genre: AU, some canon events included

Word Count: 13000 +

Warnings: Possible triggers for mental health treatment, some mention of sexual assault

Summary: The Vikings are in Fillory to establish a relationship with the flourishing kingdom. When the king questions the lineage of High Queen Margo, will there be peace or war between the two kingdoms? 

Author’s Notes: This is for the Welter’s Challenge Trials Big Bang, Tier 1! I don’t own The Magicians, they were created by much cooler people than me, but I thank them!  I also want to thank All-Hale-Eliot... my BFF that was my own personal cheerleader when I had my doubts and served as my editor when the story was done. This is my first Magicians Fic. 

Castle Whitespire was quiet for the night, and the only light that shone was from the torches along the wall. High Queen Margo’s black boots made echoing footfalls as she walked down the hall. The high queen wore a black silky shirt with gold sparkles all over it; her pants were black with gold piping down the legs.

Margo was muttering to herself as she stomped down the hall, then finally arrived at her destination: Eliot’s common room with its solid oak double doors. Margo gripped the cold gold handles, opened the doors, and poked her head in. There sat her husband Eliot in his favorite grey paisley outfit, his dark head slumped to one side. Clearly, the high king had been working late and had fallen asleep at his table.  

“Oh Baboo…” Margo sighed as her anger bled out of her and she stepped into the room. She did an about face then closed the doors behind her. She crossed the room and went over to Eliot’s thick and heavy wooden chair. Eliot’s head lolled, and there was heavy stubble along his cheeks and neck, a sign of how hard he had been working.

Awww poor baby. She thought to herself. He works so hard…

“El, wake up.” She gently touched his face and straightened his head. The motion and touch made Eliot’s eyes open, and the exhausted amber depths peered at her.

“Bambi-” He said, bringing one big hand up and rubbing it across his face. “What time is it?”

“After midnight.” She turned to see the papers scattered all the shining surface of Eliot’s table.

“Christ, its late. A queen in your condition should be resting.”

“And what about you?” Margo motioned to Eliot’s round belly. “Idri didn’t just knock me up you realize.”

“I prefer the term with child, thank you very much.” Eliot swatted at her hand then gently touched his belly rubbing it. His thoughts drifted back to the night both he and Margo got pregnant. Shortly after the quadruple wedding, the royals had gone to the Outer Isles for their honeymoon. A rare moon had occurred on the island, and the resulting threesome between Margo, Eliot, and Idri, had resulted in the high king and high queen getting pregnant. The shock of being pregnant had shocked Eliot so much the high king had nearly fainted, but the specialness of it slowly won over his fear. Eliot’s thoughts snapped back to the present.

“Quentin and Gabriel?” Eliot asked as he stood up.

“Got back a few minutes ago, which is why I’m here. Can’t go to bed without the high king.”

“Fine,” Eliot sighed. “Our bed is a lot more comfortable than that chair.” He touched his hands to his lower back and leaned back, stretching.

“God, my back is killing me.” He groaned.

“The baby is putting pressure on your spine.” Margo stepped behind him and rubbed his lower back.  “And wearing those boots isn’t helping either.”

“Me without my boots? You might as well ask me to run around naked.” Eliot pouted.

“For Christ’s sake El, you’re already ten feet tall, do you really need the help? You look like a curly, hairy tree!”

Eliot sighed. “Bambi, sweetie, can we talk about this later? I’m too tired to tongue battle with you.”

Margo nodded then slipped her arms around his waist, her cheek pressed into his back.

“Sorry, just tired too. Let’s go cuddle with our trio of hot husbands waiting for us in the royal bed chamber.”

“That’s the best idea ever.” Eliot slipped his arm around Margo, then the two of them headed out of Eliot’s common room.

***** *********** **********

The sound of the shower turned off and a few moments later, the bathroom door opened. King Idri wore a  white robe, his dark skin shining from the shower. He had a thick white towel in his hands and used it to dry off the top of his smooth head. Sitting on the king-size bed were Quentin and Gabriel, the two men in robes, one blue and one grey. Quentin’s hair was almost to his shoulders, and the silver streak in his bangs drew Idri’s dark eyes. The younger man was reading a book and then turned to look at him.

“Hey, ready for bed?” Quentin set his leather journal book aside.

Idri then shifted his gaze to Gabriel, and if there was one unusual choice for a husband Eliot had made, it was Gabriel MacKenzie .  Half witch and half magician, Gabriel was 6 feet tall, had broad shoulders, long legs, and the build of a California surfer with a shaggy mop of blonde hair. Gabriel’s handsome face and strong jaw was only accentuated by his light blue eyes, and a perfect bright smile that could easily earn him top billing in a Hollywood movie. Though despite his good looks, the combination of power he had was unprecedent, and he could perform spells with ease and talent. Eliot and Gabriel had met after Eliot was newly crowned the high king of Fillory. Adjusting to his new role was not an easy one, and Eliot had made frequent trips to earth. During one such short trip home, Gabriel had crossed his path in New York City, and it was love at first sight for them both.  Idri stepped closer to the bed close to the two men.

“I’m ready for bed, and perhaps more.” He reached out and ran his finger along Quentin’s silver streak, a permanent reminder of when Quentin had faced down the fairy queen some months earlier, then leaned in and kissed him gently.  Quentin returned it, blushing as he tucked a stray hair behind his ear. Idri then turned and captured Gabriel’s lips in a deep kiss; the young man returned it and began opening the tie on Idri’s robe.

“Mmmhpp!” Idri broke the kiss and laughed as he gently gripped Gabriel’s hand. “Patience my husband, we must wait for our other spouses.”

Gabriel pouted as he got up. “Then let me go get them,” He tightened the tie on his grey robe and rounded the bed.

He was about to open the doors when they opened on their own, and there stood the high king and high queen. “Shit! I was just coming to get you.” Gabriel tugged them both inside, and into his arms. “Mmmmm. Now that is what I need,” Gabriel nudged both of their heads.

“Yeah…” Quentin sighed as he watched. “Oh Gabriel, would you quit being a spog?”

Margo dropped her arms from Gabriel’s waist. “Quentin, what the hell is a spog?”

“Spouse hog.” Eliot answered for her then kissed Gabriel before stepping away from him. He went over to Quentin and slipped an arm around his waist.

“Don’t worry Quenny, plenty of me to go around.” Eliot drew Quentin’s head to his chest and closed his eyes.

“Spog,” Gabriel made a face then closed and locked the double bedroom doors. “You make me sound like Smaug’s country cousin.”

“Come and help me get undressed, Spog.” Margo wrinkled her nose at him then went to the walk-in closet. She opened the doors and stepped inside. Gabriel grinned and followed her into it, the double doors closing behind them both.

Quentin closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of Eliot’s long, lean body in his arms and how his growing belly only accentuated his lovely shape. Oh, Ember, I love him so much. Quentin thought, then remembered the first time he had seen Eliot lying on top of the Brakebills sign. I thought he was a hallucination, and then part of me prayed he wasn’t because I fell in love with him in that moment.

“Quentin, if we stay like this much longer I’ll be asleep on my feet.” Eliot’s voice broke Quentin out of his thoughts and let go of him.

“Sorry, sorry, just…” Quentin backed off fast.  

“Just what?” Eliot asked as he gently removed his crown and set it on the special purple velvet pillow with gold piping that sat on top of one of the oak nightstands on both sides of the bed.

“I like holding you.” Quentin said softly as he watched his spouse.

Eliot smiled as he unbuttoned his grey paisley jacket. Ever since the group of magicians had decided to get married to be one happy polyamorous family, they had all taken a vow to have total honesty, no matter what. Though it had been tough for Quentin to be that open, he slowly had been learning to express how he felt to his spouses.

“We have that meeting with the Vikings tomorrow, and we need to get some rest to make sure everything is ready. You know how anal Tick can be, and I don’t mean the good kind.”  With that, Eliot climbed into the big bed and waved for his spouses to join him.

The last of the torches blew out, and Whitespire was silent and peaceful as the royal family settled into bed.

********** *********************

The next morning dawned cold, and the servants bustled to make sure that all the rooms in the castle were warm, especially the throne room. Margo was up before dawn and had slipped out of the bedroom to oversee preparations. The Viking contingent was due by 10 am, and she wanted plenty of time to get the castle ready, and then to get dressed herself.  Margo barked out orders wearing nothing but a pink silk robe and her crown, which made for an interesting sight. Finally, the food was being made, the throne room was being set up with a large table, and all the fancy gold plates, silverware, and goblets were being polished up and set onto it. Margo glanced over her shoulder at the clock on the wall, and with one hour to spare, she headed back into the royal bed chamber. The others were already up and fussing over their outfits, Eliot being the most vocal. The king-sized bed was covered with clothing and he held each item up to his long, frame.

“Que, what do you think?” Eliot held up light grey pants with a white filmy shirt with see-through sleeves and heavy ruffles at the wrist. Quentin, who was all in black, looked at the outfit and shook his head.

“The pants are nice, but the shirt…” He wrinkled his nose. “It’s too… um…” He tucked a stray hair behind his ear.  Eliot blinked at him expectedly, wanting him to finish his thoughts.

“Um what? What about the shirt?”

“From what I hear, these Vikings are pretty tough, and that shirt screams more like you’re doing a revival of Pirates of Penzance.”

“Nothing wrong with musical theater, Que but now is not the time for me to look like Rex Smith.” Eliot kept the pants but dropped the shirt on the bed and picked up a black silk shirt with a long black-and-grey tight-fitting coat with bright silver buttons.

“Oh yes! Now this is butch!”

Margo watched all this as she took her crown off her head and set it on the nightstand. She untied her robe and disappeared into her closet. Gabriel was in there with brown velvet pants on, and nothing else. Margo stopped a moment to admire his muscled chest and arms as he looked through the shirts. He pulled a tan paisley shirt out. One thing that most of the kingdom did not know about Gabriel was his fine sewing skills. Running a kingdom was a tough job, and the half warlock, half magician found sewing very soothing. He frequently made all the royals their clothing, and Eliot especially was delighted at his husband’s sewing ability.

“What do you think, Margie?” He turned to look at her, the shirt up to his broad chest.

“The shirt or everything else?” Margo smiled and went over to him. “You are a genius when it comes to making clothes, Gabriel, and I think you look hot.” The two briefly kissed, then she turned and pulled out a velvet dress with a gold-and-silver embroidered neckline. Gabriel had made her the dress, and a long velvet-and-gold overcoat that had the same embroidery as around the neck and down the sides of the dress to match it. Gabriel saw her choice and smiled.

“You too.”

“Where’s Idri?” Margo parted her robe and let it fall from her arms.

“Idri went out with the knights to greet the Vikings. He wore the white leather and fur outfit I made for him, he looks quite regal.” Gabriel slipped the shirt on and began buttoning it up. He watched as Margo choose her bra and panties and saw how furrowed her brow was.

“Margo… it’s going to be okay.” Gabriel stepped closer to her and touched her shoulders.

“It’s just—this is our first meeting with these guys, and from what we’ve heard, if they don’t make peace, they invade and slaughter. I’m pregnant and El is pregnant, so what if they think we’re easy prey?”

“You know I enchanted all these clothes, no one is going to see the babies, and Eliot can be tough when it comes to protecting his home.”

“You’re right.” Margo straightened her spine and took a deep breath. “I better hurry, I need to make sure Tick has everything ready.”

**** ***** *************

The sounds of marching echoed through the castle, and it made all the royals immediately stop what they were doing.  In the throne room, Margo and Eliot glanced at each other.

“Did we stumble into the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade?”  

Eliot wrinkled his nose. “Please, I wouldn’t be caught dead on 6th Avenue.”

The sounds grew louder until they were right outside the double doors. Everyone straightened their spines and Margo reached out to take Eliot’s hand, giving it a squeeze. He turned to look at her and smiled, then focused his attention on the doors as they opened. The knights were in blue tunics with the Fillorian crest on their chests and long navy blue matching cloaks, their swords at their sides. Idri’s expression was one one of pride as he escorted half a dozen burly men in. They resembled the starting lineup of a football team with their body size, all of them in various colors of velvet, leather, and chain mail. The leader was tall, with a heavy black beard and shoulder-length curly hair that matched. He had cat-like green eyes and a giant broad sword at his side. He wore solid black with a matching cloak and a heavy gold and jewel-encrusted necklace around his neck.

Idri took him to the base of the stairs then turned to Margo and Eliot.

“High King Eliot, High Queen Margo… may I present King Crissimar.” The burly man bowed his head but casually moved one hand to the hilt of his big sword.    

The knights, who were surrounding the stage where the royals sat, all reacted to the move. In one swift movement, the men all drew their swords and pointed them right at the Viking king. The air in the throne room suddenly grew thick with tension. A tall knight with long blond hair moved to the front: he, too, had his sword drawn and moved closer to the king.

“Your sword, Your Majesty. You were permitted to keep it by King Idri, but only if you showed no threat with it.”

King Crissimar slowly raised his hand, palm up. “Forgiveness Sir Knight. You may take my sword and those of my men.”  

“May I introduce Sir Alex. He personally guards the royal family.” Eliot said, and Alex gave the Viking a quick, shallow bow.

“The Fillorian knights are here for our protection and yours.” Eliot glanced to the other knights, who then looked to Alex, who nodded. The half dozen men, including King Crissimar, were stripped of their weapons before they stepped back.

King Crissimar straightened as Sir Alex removed his sword, then raised his chin. Eliot saw the look on the Viking king’s face and wondered if he was offended. Once the knights moved back with the weapons, he seemed to ease down.

“You have strong knights and good instincts, King Eliot, I know how I will be safe here. A pleasure to meet you both.”  Crissimar’s light green eyes slid to Margo. He stared at her long enough for Margo to shift her stance a little.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too.” Margo said as he continued to stare. She flicked her gaze to Eliot.

“King Crissimar, are you admiring my queen’s beauty or is there something else on your mind? You’ve hardly taken your eyes off her.”

Crissimar finally shifted his gaze to Eliot. “News of how you became the king of Fillory has spread far and wide. Everyone knows how you were given the knife test, and your royal blood was revealed. However, what is not known is the blood status of the High Queen.”

Crissimar’s men began to murmur behind him, and everyone turned their gaze to Margo. Margo bristled at the attention and stepped forward.

“If you have something to say King Crissimar, you can say it to me.”

Eliot nodded. “Margo is the High Queen, I can assure you she is worthy of the crown.”

The men again began to whisper, and the world stafkarl was heard. Sir Alex frowned as he heard it and he gave a look to Eliot.

“Sir Alex?”  Eliot waved him closer, and the knight marched up the stairs to where Eliot stood. He leaned in to whisper to him.  

“The word they keep using is Old Norse, it means tramp.” Everyone watched as the blond man conferred with the king. Eliot’s amber eyes suddenly turned fiery and his jaw instantly clenched.

“King Crissimar, do you question the virtue of the High Queen?”

“Of course not, King Eliot.” Crissimar gave Eliot his most charming smile.

“Then why does my Head Knight tell me that the word tramp is what your men are whispering?”  

“Tramp?” Margo put her hands on her hips. “You think I’m a tramp?”

King Eliot turned to look at Margo and discreetly shifted his weight. Though he wore shielded clothing to hide his pregnancy, the magic could not help the muscles of his lower back, which were starting to get tired. But he was not about to show any hint or pain or weakness in the presence of the Vikings.

“You dare insult the High Queen?” Quentin stepped forward, his brown eyes burning with fury. “You come into our kingdom and make an accusation like that?”  

“We do not look kindly on future allies insulting our spouse.” Gabriel too was on his feet.

Margo looked at Eliot, who put his hands up.

“We must have peace between our two kingdoms, and this is certainly off to a bang-up start.” He sighed and looked back to Crissimar.

“What can we do to prove to you that High Queen Margo is not some…” He looked at Alex.

“Stafkarl.” Alex said, and Eliot wrinkled his nose.

“Stafkarl? Sounds like a venereal disease.” Eliot said, and Margo stared daggers at him. “As I was saying, how can we prove to you that Queen Margo is not some stafkarl in a crown?”

One of Crissimar’s men stepped closer and the Viking king turned so the two could speak. They were speaking Old Norse, and trying to keep it low enough so Alex could not hear them.  Finally, the two men turned back to Eliot.

“We have a test for blood purity, much as the one you took, King Eliot. Permit us to test the High Queen, and then the peace process can go forward.”

“And where is this test?” Margo said. Crissimar pretended not to hear her and addressed Eliot.

“The blade and test can be brought from our land, we can send a message and it will take one day for it to arrive.”

“That’s fine.” Eliot stood. “Sir Alex, escort the king and his men to the guest quarters, and post double guards outside the room.”

“Yes, My King.” Alex bowed and motioned to the knights, who formed and escort around King Crissimar and his men. The double doors were then opened, and the group of men all headed out.

******** ************ ***********

After the confrontation in the throne room, the castle and kingdom were abuzz from what had happened with the Viking contingent. Every time the high queen walked into a room, it went instantly silent, and people would lean in close to whisper to each other. Finally, Margo had enough of the whispering and retired to the royal bedchamber, blaming her pregnancy for her absence. The weather outside had turned to snow, and she stood at the window, watching it fall. Having changed out of her clothes, she was back in her pink robe, her crown absent from her head. She sighed as she crossed her arms over her chest. The snow was beginning to cover everything in white, making Fillory look pure and innocent.

“Penny for your thoughts?” A voice said from the door, Margo turned to see Quentin come in and close and lock the double doors.

“No…. I’m not that cheap, despite rumors to the contrary.”

“What do you mean?” Quentin asked as he went over by the window and stood behind her. His fine-boned hands touched her shoulders and rubbed them.

Margo closed her eyes, trying to let Quentin’s touch soothe her. “Come on, Quentin, you’re not deaf or dumb! You heard what everyone’s been saying.” She said softly. “Good King Crissimar has me pegged as nothing more than a whore in a crown.”

“Margo, of course you’re not. Don’t ever say anything like that ever again!” He turned her around to they were face to face. “You’re the High Queen of Fillory.” The tips of his fingers brushed her cheek.

“And, you’re about to become a mother, and I know you’ll be amazing at that too.”

Margo’s eyes grew bright. “Thank you, Quentin.” Quentin hugged her tight.

“I’m going to let you rest, okay?” He pulled back and touched her hair.

Margo reached up to touch his hand then stood on her tip toes and kissed him gently, then touched her forehead to his. “I love you, Quentin.”

“To the moon and back.” Quentin said then kissed the tip of her nose. He then took her by the hand, led her over to the big bed, pulled the duvet back, and helped her into it.

“There!” He adjusted the plush purple comforter over her, then gently removed her crown and set it on her nightstand. “Get some rest.”

Margo turned on her right side, then she grabbed one of Eliot’s velvet purple pillows, pressed it into her chest, and closed her eyes as memories of chanting children filled her mind.

“Hey Shorty, smile so we can see you! The sun went down!”

“Margo Fargo, pudding and pie, her mom got knocked up by an unknown guy!”

“No one wanted you, Margo the Maggot! That’s why no one knows who your parents are!”

Margo whimpered in her sleep and turned. She had been sent to an orphanage when she was about two and had arrived on the doorstep of a police station with nothing but a small gold box with strange symbols carved into its tarnished surface she wore on a chain around her neck. Margo had absolutely no memory at all of either her mother or her father. Though despite their best efforts at detective work, the orphanage workers and the Department of Children’s Services were unable to find out anything about the little lost toddler they now had charge of.  With local foster homes being filled to their capacity, the only place left for Margo to go was the Brooklyn Orphanage.

The box Margo had been abandoned with sat in her nightstand in a small lockbox, but she never looked at it because all it did was frustrate her. Margo had shown it to everyone she thought could help decipher it, but no one recognized the symbols. Despite its somewhat frail and weathered appearance, the box could withstand tools, lock picks, keys of every shape and size, and most of all, magic. Margo herself had tried to open the box with magic, but it had no effect. Finally, out of sheer annoyance, Margo had dropped the box in another lock box and put it in her nightstand. The only person who knew anything about Margo’s past was Eliot, and even though he knew about the box, she had never shown it to him.

“Darkie Darkie 2 by 4, daddy’s a druggie and mommy’s a whore! No one wants to see you live, the nurse will give you a sedative!” The echoing memories of cruel chants grew louder and louder, causing Margo to groan and whimper in her sleep as she tossed and turned. The double doors of the royal bed chamber opened, and a dark curly head poked in. Eliot came into the room quietly, then shut the double doors behind him.

“Margo the Maggot! Margo the Maggot!” Eliot heard the echo in his head thanks to his telekinesis, and his powers gave him flashes of a young Margo, surrounded by a circle of nasty-looking children that were shoving her around. He then turned to see Margo thrashing about on the bed and rushed over to her.

“Margo…” He reached out and gently shook her. “Come on Sweetie, don’t let those nasty little miscreants get to you!” Eliot shook her again, a little harder this time, his fingers pressing into her flesh.

“Margo!” The kids’ voices dissolved into a voice she recognized, and she suddenly sat up to come face to face with Eliot.

“Baboo…” She whispered before she burst into tears, covering her face. Eliot sighed as he drew her to his chest and held her.

“Shhhh, it’s all right. You were dreaming.” Eliot said as he stroked the back of her head.

“King Crissimar wants to know where I came from El, how can I tell him when I don’t even fucking know?” Margo sniffled.   Eliot pursed his lips a moment then shrugged.

“Then let’s go find out.”

“What?” Margo pulled back to look up at him, her eyebrows furrowing.

“The orphanage in Brooklyn was where you were before Henry found you on the streets, right?”

“Yeah.” Margo wiped her face. “But after all this time?”

“Worth a shot right? And… did you ever show him your little lock box?”

“Yeah, but he’s just as clueless about it as everyone else.” Margo sighed.  Eliot saw the conflict on her face and he touched her cheek.

“You are Margo, you are fabulous, and it’s time we found out just how fabulous you really are. Crissimar isn’t the only one that’s going to have questions.” His hand slid from her cheek then came to rest on her small belly. “Maybe it’s time all of us got some answers.” Eliot said softly.

********* ************

Little Lamb Orphans Home sat close to Upper Bay and was a red brick building built so long ago that it was now a faded orange color.  There were two giant equally orange brick smoke stacks behind it, and from a distance, the building looked like a factory from the early 1900’s. The home had closed down a few years earlier, and now it was used for the Department of Children’s Services records storage.  Margo stared up at the building, her heart sinking into her shoes. Though dressed in a loose black sweater, black jeans, and knee-high black suede boots, she felt like a five year old once again.

“Why do I feel like I should be wearing coveralls and a miner’s helmet?” Margo jumped as Eliot spoke beside her. The temperature was more than a bit crisp in New York, and Eliot dressed for it with a grey baggy cable knit turtle neck sweater, light plum colored slacks, and a dark-grey long wool coat with the collar turned up.

“What?” Margo asked.

“I said, I feel like I’m in the musical revival of Coal Miner’s Daughter.” Eliot wrinkled his nose as he looked at the building. “Or like I need a long, hot, shower.”

“I feel like I need more than that.” Margo sighed and ran a hand over her belly.

“Where did they keep the records in this place?” Eliot asked as he slipped a supportive arm around her shoulders.

“The orphanage records were kept in the attic, I doubt they changed that.” Margo leaned into Eliot.

“Shall we Abracadabra our way up there?” Eliot looked down at her. He saw the look on her face and gently kissed her forehead. “Courage, Bambi.”

“Trying.” Margo met his gaze. “Let’s get up there.”

Eliot let go of her and the two turned to face one another. They rubbed their hands together, then made a square with their hands then opened it, and formed a rainbow shape over their heads.  The air around them rippled, and a moment later, the duo appeared in the attic of the ancient brick building. The overpowering aroma of dust hit Eliot so hard that he began to sneeze uncontrollably. Margo began to wheeze; she formed a circle with her thumb and index finger, then blew a bubble from it that encapsulated them both. No longer inhaling dust and mold, the two began to calm down. Eliot plucked a monogrammed handkerchief from his inner jacket pocket and touched it to his nose.

“Thank you, Honey. I think I can breathe again.”

“Me too, but you’re not the only one that needs a long, hot shower now.” Margo said as they both turned to survey the room. There were big industrial-size black metal shelves that covered every wall surface of the attic. The big brown boxes had white labels on them with a computer printout of a year, the name of a children’s home, and the office whose jurisdiction it was under. Eliot looked the files up and down.

“Accio Margo’s file!” He shouted, and Margo rolled her eyes.

“Really, King? Really?” Margo put her hands on her hips, her brown eyes fiery as she stared at Eliot. He winced at her flare of temper.

“Sorry… but I’ve always wanted to do that.”

 “Yeah. I get it, Eliot Potter, but it didn’t work.” Margo sighed as she looked over all the shelves. “You start at that end, I’ll start over here. We need to go back 10 years minimum.”

“You were there for over 12 years.” Eliot said as he walked to the other side of the room.  

“I know, but who knows if they kept good records or not.” Margo in the opposite direction and started looking over all the boxes.

“Come on…come on…” Margo said to herself as she began looking over all the labels. The writing was faded, dusty, and difficult to read.  Some of the shelves were too high to see despite her heels, so she closed her eyes and levitated two feet off the floor. Finally, the boxes at the top were in view and she read each one over before moving to the next set of three that were stacked on top of one another. Margo reached out and slid one box aside, getting a blast of dust right in her face.

“Goddamn it!” She started sneezing with such force that it made her start to bounce around the room like a deflating balloon. Margo zipped right into Eliot, who neatly caught her.

“Okay, flying queen!”

Margo held onto Eliot and opened her mouth to thank him when another powerful sneeze knocked them both of them into a shelf with such force that it made the whole structure shake. Eliot slid to the ground, his legs spread in a V shape, and Margo settled between them with her back to his chest.

“Well, that was dramatic!”

A box at the top of the shelf teetered a bit, came tumbling down, and busted open right in front of them.

“Sorry, El, I got a noseful of dust!” Margo brushed her fingers under her nose to scratch it, then glanced at the papers that were all over the floor. She was about to swear when she saw the name on the box.

“That’s it!” Margo got up fast and began sorting through the scattered papers. She set the box right side up and began pulling files out of it. Finally, she found a file on the bottom of the box dated 12 years ago.

“Jane Doe, age around 2.” Margo began to read out loud, then shifted from her knees to sit on the dusty floor.

“You didn’t even have a name?”  Eliot took the now-empty box and put all the files back in it.

“I… I guess I didn’t.” Margo read the first page she found, then shuffled to the next one. Her brow was furrowed, and Eliot had never seen her look so serious or be so quiet.

“Margo? Bambi?” Eliot said softly, then reached out to touch her knee, which made her jump.

“Sorry.” He said as he slid his hand away, but then she grabbed it with her hand.

“They named me.” Margo said softly, then her dark eyes raised to meet Eliot’s amber.

“I was found covered in blood.” She handed him the paper that was labeled Police Report.  

“Says you were found wandering this abandoned neighborhood in Brooklyn.” Eliot read from the paper.  “You kept pointing to a house, but when the cops busted in, all they found was blood everywhere and no trace of any bodies.” He lifted his gaze, the amber depths bright with both sympathy and sadness.

“They never knew what happened, but you were the only survivor.”

Margo signed, her dark head bowing. “Maybe, I’m just not meant to know.”

“Margo…” Eliot set the paper down and drew his spouse into a hug. “No matter what, Margo Jane Waugh, you are the High Queen of Fillory and we all love you. The people of Fillory love you too, and frankly, fuck Crissimar and his horned assholes!”

“Eliot, we can’t say Fuck Crissimar!” Margo sniffled and wiped her face. “We need them to be our allies or they’ll invade Fillory. You know this!”

“He called the High Queen of Fillory a whore, and I should slit his throat for that!” Eliot snapped, and then he deflated and sighed. “We’re boned without lube either way, aren’t we?”

“No. You know what, El? I am the High Queen, and I deserve to wear the crown!” Margo smoothed her hair back. “And if I have to defend it, I will!”

Margo got to her feet as she gently tugged Eliot up too, then stared up at him.

“I want to do what’s best for our home, Baboo.” She said firmly.

“If High Queen Margo Waugh wants to fight for her kingdom, and what is best for her people, then it’s always the right decision.” Eliot said, then kissed her cheek.

Margo nodded, but then she went over to the window and stared out across the street. She saw another fading red brick building and an old memory flashed in her mind.

“Wait…what?” She muttered, and Eliot joined her.

“What is it?”

Margo raised her hand and her red painted nail tapped the dirty, dusty glass. “Do you see that building over there?”

“The disgusting one that looks like one good windstorm will make it collapse?” Eliot wrinkled his nose at the dust on the windows.

“Yeah! I remember it. Something about it is really familiar.” Margo’s hand drifted down to touch her small belly and she rubbed it.

“Well, since this little trip to Dusty Land is mostly a bust…”

“Wouldn’t hurt to check it out.”

“Okay, I’m easy.” Eliot said, and Margo turned and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Of course you are, but I love you anyway.” She stood on her tiptoes and gave his lips a brief kiss.

************* *******************

The building across the compound was the same faded orange brick as its neighbor. However, it was in much worse condition with the bricks cracked and crumbling, and one half of it was sagging where the New York weather had taken its toll on the structure. The high queen and high king had chosen to go around the back of the building, which was not the part of that was sagging, and had found a door partially hanging off its hinges. With a well-aimed magical missile from Eliot’s palm, the door was sent flying, and Margo carefully stepped over the threshold and stepped inside.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” She said as she walked in and stood awe struck at the rows of stacked-up metal beds that filled half the room. The white paint was chipping off in big chunks that covered the floor, and the beds themselves were rusting and becoming twisted from the humidity in the air. There were huge chunks of plaster from both the walls and the ceilings on the floor too, and the smell in the air was thick with mold and dust.

“Jesus…” The sound of Eliot’s voice beside her made Margo jump about a foot in the air, and she whipped around to see him standing next to her, his nose wrinkled.

“You grew up in the Chamber of Secrets?”

“More like the Chamber of Horrors.” Margo whispered as she looked around. She could hear the echoes of the kids that made fun of her, and she reached down to rub at her own belly.

“Used to cry myself to sleep every night in one of those rotting beds.”

Eliot watched her with a touch of concern. The Margo he knew that could command a room with the quick sashay of her walk was gone, replaced by this tiny woman stuck in her past.

“And now you have a royal bedchamber you share with four hot men.” Eliot said, and it made Margo blink and turn to look at him. “Sorry, Baboo. Just…felt like that little girl again.” Margo sighed and straightened her spine as she took Eliot by the hand, and they began to look around.

“So much bigger than I remember it.” Margo squeezed Eliot’s hand as they carefully stepped around the huge stacks of metal beds. A staircase was on the far left side of the room, and the two stopped at the bottom of them. The wooden stairs were leaning over a little, the paint was cracking, and Eliot shook his head.

“No way Sweetie, we’re pregnant and this looks like a Final Destination scene waiting to happen, so I have another idea.” Eliot stepped back and held out his hands.  Margo smiled as she faced Eliot, and slipped her small hands into his. The high king closed his eyes, and a wind began to blow through the old building, which made it whistle and howl. Margo and Eliot slowly rose in the air higher and higher until they were able to come down gently onto the second level of the building. The staircase groaned under their feet, and shook a little, but seemed to be much more stable than the staircase. Margo lost her footing a little, but Eliot still had her hands and steadied her.

“Geez, been awhile since you did that.” Margo let go of his hands and headed down the hall that had doors on the left side.  

“One of these used to be my room.” She stopped at the fourth door down and tipped her head to one side. “Something else…” Margo turned to Eliot. “I know there was another door here, like a small storeroom.” She went over to a wall at the end of the row, and it had blue and white striped wallpaper that was speckled with rust spots from the pipes behind the walls. Margo reached out to place her palm on the paper, and part of it flaked off. She brushed off her hands.

“Gross!”

“Here, let me.” Eliot said, then he rubbed his hands together and formed a square with his thumbs and index fingers. He raised the square up to his face and peered through it at the wall and saw a small room with boxes that was similar to what was across the compound.

“You’re right, there’s a small room back there.” Eliot said as he lowered his hands.

“Looks like there’s boxes of files.” Eliot went over to the wall and tapped it, listening for a place he could break. He found a hollow-sounding place near the middle and waved for Margo to step back. Eliot tutted, then clapped his palms together then opened them, and a small magical missile emerged from his palm to strike that section of the wall. The wall blew apart with bits of the plaster, wood, and paint erupting out of it. Margo and Eliot both turned away, waiting for the air to clear, then stepped closer when it finally did. Eliot bent over a little to see the old white door with a tarnished brass door knob. Eliot put one long arm into the small hole, turned the knob, then pulled the door back. The ancient door creaked, but then the hinges gave, and the paneling over it broke off and fell to the floor.

“Thank you, Oh Mighty Hercules.” Margo teased as she stepped around him then into the hidden room.

“Please, like I’d be caught dead in a toga!” Eliot brushed the dust, paint, and bits of plaster off his sleeve then followed her.  The room was in the same terrible condition as the rest of the building with its holey walls, holey ceiling, paint chips all over the floor that creaked badly with every step they took. The only difference was the north wall of the dilapidated room had three dark grey filing cabinets that were rusting and leaning a little from their weight affecting the floor on which they sat.

“Okay, you start on the left cabinet, I’ll start on the right cabinet, and then we’ll meet in the middle.”

“If the cabinets don’t crash through the floor, you mean?” Eliot said as he went to the right cabinet, gripped the tarnished handle, then tugged open the drawer. A cloud of dust came out of the drawer and Eliot turned his face away and coughed.

“Jesus! I’ve inhaled enough lint, paint, and dust to sneeze a house out of my nose.” Eliot then focused his attention back on the files and began flipping through the sections that had faded tags with faded letters written on them. Next to him, Margo had tugged open her drawer and was sorting as well.

“Cathy Ryerson.” She said out loud, then stopped a moment as memories began to fill her mind. She saw a sandy-haired, green-eyed girl with freckles on her nose.

“I remember her.” Margo looked at Eliot.

“She vanished one day.”

“Vanished? Like kidnapped or something?” Eliot’s amber eyes looked concerned.

“I don’t know, I guess they figured she ran off.” Margo flipped to the next file and saw another name.

“Scott Smith.” Margo saw flashes of a young red-haired boy. “He was gone, too.”

“That explains why they’re in here.” Eliot said. “Hiding their sins. It’s much easier to hide the files in here, and pretend the kids weren’t here, then to explain their negligence.” He pulled out a folder with Margo’s name on it. “Here’s yours.”

Margo saw the faded yellow folder in Eliot’s big hands and closed her eyes. “I don’t know if I can look at it, El.” She said softly and turned away.

“I can,” Eliot leaned down, kissed her cheek, then took the folder, opened it and took a few steps away from her as he read. “This file has more information about what happened when you were found.”

“Like what?” Margo went over to him and looked at the file in his hands, then took it from him and glanced at its contents.

“Elizabeth Arias Hanson was married to Peter Hanson for two years, but the marriage was unhappy and there were many visits by Child Protective Services.” Margo read more words and took in a big breath.

“They found enough blood to draw the conclusion they were both killed, but no bodies.” She raised her gaze to Eliot, and there were tears in her eyes. “No information about them could be found but… at least I know their names.” She said, and Eliot drew her into a hug.

“It’s all right Sweetie, whoever they were, I’m thankful for them both because I wouldn’t have my Bambi and queen if not for them, no matter what happened.”

Margo closed the folder then wrapped her arms around Eliot. “Thanks, Sweetie.” She said softly, then pulled back.

“Let’s just take the folder and go home. The Vikings are probably getting antsy.”

“You’re not alone in this, Margo, I swear.” Eliot said softly and gently placed a hand on her cheek.

 **** ******* *********

Margo and Eliot arrived back in Fillory, but because of the time difference between Earth and the magical kingdom, it was very late at night. Gabriel, Idri, and Quentin were in their robes, pacing circles in the royal bedchamber. Quentin finally stopped and tucked the hair behind his ears.

“Ugh, I hate this!” He said as he jammed his hands into the pockets of his tan robe.

“We should have heard something by now!”

Gabriel went over to his husband and took Quentin’s hands out of the pockets so he could hold them.

“You know the time difference between here and Earth, and you know they had to do a little investigating about Margo’s past.” Gabriel touched Quentin’s chin and raised it so they were looking into each other’s eyes.

“They’ll be home soon, okay?” Gabriel said to Quentin then looked at Idri, who nodded.

“Our treasures will return to us soon.”

“I know, but they’re both pregnant and…” Quentin started to speak when the double doors opened and Margo and Eliot stepped into the room. The High King and High Queen both looked weary, and the pair were instantly scooped up by their worried spouses.

“Thank Ember!” Quentin said as he hugged Eliot to him. “Are you all right?”

Eliot blinked at the fierce hug, but raised his arms to return it. “We’re okay, Quentin, just feel like I need a long hot shower. The buildings we were in were in a shambles and it’s a miracle they didn’t collapse with us inside of them.”

Gabriel had his arms around Margo, and he saw the folder she carried. “Margo, what’s that?”

“My past.” Margo said softly as she rested her head on Gabriel’s right shoulder.

Idri stood between the two of them and placed a hand on each of their backs. “Your safe return makes my heart soar, my treasures. We were worried about you both.”

“And the Vikings?” Eliot asked as the hug with Quentin ended and he began to take off his clothes.

Gabriel let go of Margo and began to strip. “King Crissimar is in a guest room, and the rest of his men are bunking with the knights. Alex promised to keep a close eye on them.”

“What about the test?” Margo took off her jacket and shirt, then crossed the room and dropped them both in her hamper.

“Not sure really, King Crissimar said it was arriving and he claims it’ll be here by the tomorrow afternoon at the latest.”

Margo heard this then went into the bathroom. The moment the door closed, Idri, Gabriel, and Quentin all turned to Eliot.

“What happened?”

“All you found was this one folder?”

Eliot put his hand up. “Yeah all we found was that file. Margo just decided to take the test since we didn’t find anything else.” He striped out of his shirt. “Whatever happens with the Vikings happens, and we’ll deal with it from there.” Eliot said as he went into the bathroom to join Margo in the shower.

***** ****** ******

The next morning dawned cold, and the quietness of Whitespire was interrupted by a lot of noise coming from the Vikings, who were eating breakfast and making themselves comfortable in the castle. King Crissimar was among the men as he sat in Eliot’s chair and ate a hearty porridge. The doors to the dining room opened and Elio and the other male kings entered. Crissimar saw Eliot and he stood up and moved out of the high king’s chair.

“Good morning, King Eliot, King Idri, King Gabriel, and King Quentin.” He gave them a bow, and his men all stood and returned the respectful gesture.  

Eliot, dressed in a dark grey silk shirt and black-and-silver streaked pants with a matching jacket, cocked an eyebrow when he saw Crissimar in his chair.

“Good morning.” Eliot’s gaze flicked to his chair, with its purple velvet backing, gold crown, and a carved E at the top. It was clear who the chair belonged to. He wanted to say something, but trying to keep the peace between the two kingdoms was foremost on his mind, so he held his tongue. Gabriel saw the look on Eliot’s face and he leaned in. “Sire, do you wish for me to fetch the Lysol?”

“Do we have some?” Eliot said as he turned to look at him.

“I think we do.” Gabriel said, but then Eliot put his hand up.

“I have another solution.” Eliot reached into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out a folded gold-and- purple embroidered hanky. He  went over to his chair, unfolded it, then draped it over the seat.

“Tea, please.” He said to a servant before he sat down gracefully and crossed his legs.

King Crissimar chose another seat and sat down, watching as Eliot was given his tea and he doctored it with cream and sugar.

“The test arrives today, King Eliot. Is the high queen prepared to take it?”

Eliot lifted the delicate tea cup to his lips and had a sip then he cleared his throat.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” He lifted his gaze and pointed with his chin to the doors of the dining room. Margo stood there in a purple-and-gold dress with a matching shawl, the material sparkling in the candlelight. She saw all eyes on her and raised her chin.

“Whatever test you have for me King Crissimar, I will take for both myself and my kingdom. I’ve earned this crown and it is rightfully mine.” All the men in the room stood as Margo entered it, and she walked around the table to where Eliot stood. He held out his hand to her, a small smile of both pride and affection on his face. Margo slid her smaller hand into his, and he raised it to his lips in a kiss before guiding her to her chair beside his.

“You look stunning.” Eliot said to her, and she winked at him.

King Crissimar nodded. “I understand Queen Margo, and I hope for the sake of both our kingdoms this test goes well.”

Margo’s gaze flicked to Crissimar as he spoke, then she looked at Eliot and the way he looked at her spoke volumes. You have our support Bambi, you are the High Queen of Fillory and your spouses and fellow monarchs support you. Margo stared at his handsome face then she suddenly turned to the Viking king.

“You know something? The test doesn’t matter. If you want to negotiate a treaty between our worlds, then fine, we’ll talk all day long. If you don’t want to because I won’t let you bully me into some stupid test which, hello…” She pointed to her head where her crown gleamed in the candlelight. “Percy… who’s queen?”

Margo spoke in a higher voice and both Eliot and Quentin looked at each other. Eliot sighed.

“Blackadder…see? See your influence on the high queen?”  He said to Quentin, who only grinned.

“Hey! She’s a woman of taste and sophistication!”

King Crissimar flicked a look and Eliot and Quentin, then it went back to Margo. “So, you will not take the test, Queen Margo?”

Margo’s dark eyes turned fiery and she was about to open her mouth when Eliot squeezed her hand.

“I’ll handle this, sweetie.” Eliot said, then turned to King Crissimar and flicked his hand. Magic burst from his fingertips and the word NO appeared in shimmering gold letters over their head, then burst into a shower of gold glitter and rained down on them all before vanishing.

“As she said, we are welcome to negotiate peace between our worlds.”

Margo leaned over and kissed his cheek, but the air in the room turned tense. King Crissimar’s face bore a deep scowl. He rose to his feet, and his men got up along with him. Before he could speak one word, Alex and the Fillorian knights quickly filed into the room and stood around the monarchs. Alex scowled as he watched King Crissimar and his hand went to his right side, where his thick broadsword was sheathed.

“If you will excuse us, your majesties, my men and I must talk.” King Crissimar said, his spine was straight as a board as they all filed out of the room.

**** *********** ***********

King Crissimar returned to the guest room he had been given. Located in the west wing, it was a modest room with grey stone walls that were covered by tapestries that depicted the woods, Whitespire, the village, and of course, the royals. Crissimar was in a heavy brown fur cloak, and he untied it hastily and dropped it on the big bed in the center of the room. The king began to pace, and his big thick boots made a low booming noise in the room.

“How dare she mock our test!” He said to himself, then went to the fireplace and waved his hand. It burst into big flames and he stood there a moment, warming his hands. A knock on the door raised his head and he scowled.

“Telanor, that better be you!” He barked, then turned, strode over to the door, and almost yanked it off its hinges. A small man with thick round glasses and a black fur outfit stood there and he bowed. He had a wooden chest in his hands.

“The test arrived, Sire.” He said, then dared to shift his gaze to the scowling face of the Viking king. Telanor had served Crissimar since he was a teenager, and the small, boney man with a big nose, thick round black framed glasses, and a thin body looked more like a rat on two legs than a human.

“It’s about time!” Crissimar grabbed the chest and yanked at it, which not only gave him the chest, but tugged Telanor into the room. The thick door was kicked shut and Telanor went over to the fire to warm himself.

“Forgiveness, your majesty, but a terrible storm delayed our returning here, and you know magic does not work to cross the Lonely Sea.” He stretched his hands out to the fire and sighed at the warmth.

“Snow has also begun to fall, which also made the crossing treacherous.”

“Yes, yes, I know there were delays.” Crissimar went over to the table and chairs set in the corner of the room and set the chest down. He folded his hands palm to palm, then opened them over the chest and whispered a spell. The metal on the box began to glow, and the chest promptly popped open.

“Yes….” King Crissimar said as he reached into the glowing chest and pulled out a dagger of pure gold and held it up. “Such a beauty you are.” He whispered as his gaze traveled along its long smooth glinting surface.

Telanor watched how Crissimar admired the knife. “What is your plan, Sire?”

“Oh…” He said with a smile. “The high queen and I have a date.”

*** ********* ************

The Vikings were quiet the rest of the day, but for the most part, they had accepted Margo’s decision about foregoing the test. Finally, around supper time, the tension in the castle settled down, and the monarchs and Vikings were able to enjoy a nice dinner of brazed beef, roasted potatoes, steamed veggies, and plenty of wine. King Crissimar seemed the most cooperative and festive, but the knights were posted around the castle to ensure everything was calm and peaceful.  Despite the fact things with King Crissmar seemed settled, the trip to New York, and the tension of everything left Margo feeling a little worn out. Outside, the weather had turned for the worst, and snow began to fall. After standing at the dining room windows and watching her kingdom turn white, Margo went over to Eliot.

“Sweetie, I hope you don’t mind, but I need a hot bath and some tea.” She said as she took his hand. He squeezed it and tugged her closer so he could whisper in her ear.

“Proud of you, bitch.” Eliot whispered in her ear, then kissed her cheek.

“Thanks, Sweetie.” Margo said, kissing him back as she moved away and casually slipped out of the room. Telanor’s beady little eyes watched as Margo left, and he skittered over to his master then practically slithered to his side.

“Queen Margo has left.” He said to Crissimar, who was enjoying a gold goblet full of ale.

“Good eyes. I didn’t even see her leave.”

“I have watched her the whole time, My Lord.” Telanor said with a hint of desire for Margo in his black eyes.

“Of course you have, she’s a beautiful woman.” Crissimar downed the rest of his ale then casually set the goblet down. He gave a nod to his men as he made his way to the door. The number of men in the room made it hard to keep an eye on everyone, but not only did Alex and his knights keep watch, but there were powerful wards in the castle that acted like intruder alarms. Eliot sat on his throne watching, sipping from goblet of honey wine. Alex made his way over to him and leaned over.

“Sire, do you think Crissimar is up to something?”

The high king cleared his throat and nodded. “I’m certain of it, but the wards are tightened. He won’t be able to do much without us knowing.” Alex turned to look at him.

“The alarm wards?” He asked, and Eliot gave a small smile.

“I’m both beauty and brains combined, Sir Knight.”

******** ************* ********

Margo entered the royal bed chamber and took off her crown. She put it on one of the purple pillows Eliot kept for all their crowns, and she took a moment to rub at her lower back.

“Ohhh baby, you are hard on Mama’s back.” Margo closed her eyes and bent backwards a little to stretch, then unzipped her black dress. She wore a dress Gabriel had made for her, black with interwoven gold thread that glinted in the light. Gabriel created a long skirt too, and she also unzipped that and let it puddle at her feet. Now clad in just a bra and panties, Margo sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over to open her nightstand. She took out the tarnished lock box and held it in her hands, turning it over.

“My stint as Nancy Drew didn’t go over so well.” She sighed, then set the box on the edge of the nightstand.

Outside the door, Crissimar took the gold dagger out of a sheath on his belt and held it in his hand. He closed his eyes.

“O great Thor, God over all, guide me and help me do what is best for my people.” The dagger began to glow, and as it brightened, the wards that showed up as glowing gold lines all around the castle began to flash and vanish. Crissimar began to change too, and after a moment, both he and the dagger turned invisible.  With a wave of the dagger, the bed chamber doors blew open, and Margo was on her feet fast to see why. She took a few steps toward the doors, but then they closed on their own.

“The fuck?” Margo said, and then the air began to shimmer as she backed away.   Crissimar stepped closer to her, and he smiled as he saw her in her bra and panties.

What a shame…. He thought to himself as he held the dagger tight in both his hands then jutted it straight into Margo’s chest. She felt the air shift and had put her hands up in a battle magic pose, but it did little to prevent the attack. The blade ended up between her breasts, and she barely had time to utter a syllable before a spray of blood erupted out of the wound. Margo’s face, the bed, the floor, and the nightstand were spattered with blood. She saw Crissimar, slowly dropped to her knees, then fell over.

A ripple went through the castle, and it stopped everyone cold. Eliot stood up then looked at Alex, the color draining from his face. He began breathing hard.

“Margo…” He said turned to see the three other male monarchs felt it too. Quentin, Idri, Gabriel, Eliot, Alex, all ran from the room.

“Secure the Vikings!” Alex’s voice carried back into the room, and the knights all drew their swords and surrounded the Vikings.

Eliot burst through the double doors and saw the carnage that lay within. His eyes were huge as he walked around the bed and saw Margo laying on the floor.

“Bambi…” He said as his eyes grew bright, then his amber eyes flashed. The rest of the men came in behind him, but the doors quickly slammed. The air around Eliot began to crackle, and he slowly raised his head.

“I know you’re here.” Eliot spoke calmly, then raised his hands up to his eyes in the formed square, and threw his arms out. Crissimar appeared in the corner, and Eliot raises his head to see the Viking king. The anger in Eliot’s face had turned it red, and around him, the air was sizzling, with a small flame that was traveling around him like a glowing moth.

“Crissimar!” Idri, Gabriel, and Quentin all charged him, but Eliot’s power had created a power shield that actually protected him.

Alex pulled his sword from the sheath and held it straight out.

“Sire, may I dispatch him?” The blond knight said, his mouth tightened in a sneer.

“Back off, Sir Alex. If anyone will get justice for Margo, it’ll be those that called her wife.” Eliot could barely get the words out, and he raised his hands. Alex lowered his sword, but he kept it in his hand.

Crissimar did not flinch or back off. He straightened his spine and raised his chin.

“Whether you understand or not, I did what I did for my people.”

Eliot opened his mouth to say something when a small bang got his attention. He turned and saw Margo’s tarnished box shift on the nightstand.

Quentin wiped his eyes and turned too to see the box move again.

“What is that?” He asked Gabriel and Idri.

“Margo’s box.” Gabriel said, and Idri took a step toward it when it fell off the nightstand and landed in the puddle of blood around Margo. A beam of light emerged from the keyhole, and it widened and scanned Margo like a giant computer. The lock clicked: the lid popped open and slid to one side. A bright light came out of the box, and a woman who looked exactly like Margo emerged. The woman wore a gold gown, and it seemed to glow.  Eliot went over to her; he thought for the briefest of moment that it was the ghost of Margo, but she had light-colored eyes and the shape of her lips was different.

“Are you…?” Eliot asked, and she smiled.

“You know who I am, but you don’t at the same time.” She said, then touched the crown on her head.

“But first . . .” The woman crouched down and pulled the dagger out of Margo’s chest. She set it down and placed her hand over the gash. The wound began to glow, then it slowly sealed up, and Margo stirred.

“Oh Ember, she’s alive.” Eliot said, then touched his belly as he watched Margo sit up and touch between her breasts. The wound from the dagger was gone, and the only hint it was there was the blood stains on her bra. She raised her head to see the woman, and a flash from the past came back to her. The face was familiar, and it made her heart start to beat hard as tears began to fill her eyes.

“You’re my-”

“Mother.” Elizabeth Hanson said, then helped her daughter to her feet.  The two women stared at each other, and for a moment, Margo thought she was hallucinating from her recent death. Elizabeth smiled as she placed a hand on Margo’s cheek.

“You grew up to be so beautiful.” She said softly as her eyes grew bright. Margo looked up at the crown on her head.

“I… I don’t understand.” She said, her voice thick with emotion, then she saw the opened gold box. “What happened?”

“Let’s deal with one thing at a time.” Elizabeth said, then both mother and daughter turned to Crissimar; the Viking king’s mouth formed a perfect circle.

“Oh, Thor!” He said as he dropped to his knees.

“I did it for my people, I only want to do what is best for them!”

“By putting a dagger between my tits?” Margo snapped, and Elizabeth gently patted her hand.

“The Norse gods demand purity of blood to keep magic strong in our land!”

“And that’s exactly what you tried to destroy!” Elizabeth shouted, then she waved her hand and the Viking king rose to his feet. She walked over to where Crissimar floated and threw him against the wall with her power.

“Do you see this crown on my head? Do you know where I got it?”

Margo watched the scene unfold and went over to Eliot, who hugged her hard, blood covered or not.

“Margo…” He said then the other kings came over and each one grabbed Margo, and hugged her so hard that she nearly fell over.

Elizabeth paused a moment to watch Margo reunite with her spouses, and the love she saw between them all only fueled her anger.

“Do you see what you almost did? Denied my daughter her life, and her child as well?” She watched as Idri dropped to his knees and kissed her small belly; there were tears rolling down his face. Margo gave him a watery smile as she stroked her hand along his head. Elizabeth waved her hand again, and the opened tarnished gold box floated in the air. She closed her eyes and it began to glow, then a small gold light came out of the box. The firefly-like light rose in the air, then it flashed, and the image of a man in pure black appeared, and he, too, wore a crown on his head.  He was light skinned, with thick black curly hair and sharp dark eyes, and he looked like a distant relative of their servant, Tick, only with lighter skin color and a longer, thinner frame.

“Peter…” Elizabeth said then held her hand out to him. He smiled, and when he did, Eliot blinked because he suddenly realized who this man was. He went and got a black silk robe for Margo out of their closet and put it around her. Margo once again wore a stunned expression on her face as she watched her parents.

Crissimar struggled against the power that held him to the wall.  He looked down to see the dagger on the floor and he closed his eyes, trying to get it to him. The dagger slowly rose in the air and began to float toward him. Peter caught it in midair and held it up, then took the outstretched hand of his wife.

“This is the dagger you used on my child?” Peter asked in a deep booming voice that made the Viking king flinch.

“Blood purity is important to my people.” Crissimar squeaked out, and Peter shook his head before lifting his gaze to see Margo.

“Jasmina.” He said, and Elizabeth sighed.

“They named her Margo. The earthlings.” Elizabeth said, and he held his hand out to his daughter.

“I know you have questions.”

Margo wrapped the robe around herself, trying to stop the shivering she suddenly felt that had nothing to do with her death or the cold. She looked up at Eliot, her dark eyes questioning, and he smiled as he smoothed her loose hair from around her face.

“You wanted answers, Margo. I think you’re about to get them.” Eliot said softly, then kissed her forehead.

Margo went over to her parents, and Peter took her hand and looked her over.

“The last time we were all together like this--” Peter started to say, then his dark eyes grew bright.

“We were attacked.” He sighed, then looked at Elizabeth.

“Your mother is from earth, but I am not.” Peter turned to look at Idri. “He took over for me when I disappeared.”  

“Idri.” Margo said then the former Lorian king’s eyes grew wide. “Shalimar?”

Quentin gasped beside him, and all eyes turned to him.

“I read about this!” Quentin said as he went over to the bookshelf in the room, and pulled out on of his Fillory books.

“King Shalimar ruled Loria, but then one day he vanished.”  Quentin tucked a hair behind his ear as he hastily flipped through the book. He stopped when he saw a picture and turned the book around to show the picture of the dark-haired man wearing the same crown.

“See? According to the book, Shalimar just vanished and Idri was appointed king.”

“Not vanished… was killed when he and his earth wife tried to establish a life there. The Pennon saw to that.” Peter touched Margo’s cheek. “You were so young, and they had attacked several times before, but this night they were prepared. We fought them as best we could, but in the end we were killed, and they carted our bodies away.”

Margo’s eyes widened as she remembered what was in her file. “I was found alone, and covered with blood, but there was no trace of either of you.”

“The Lorians returned to earth to find the princess, but you were gone too.”

“Taken to some filthy, disgusting orphanage where I stayed for 12 years before running away.” Margo scowled, but then it faded and she took her father and mother by the hand.

“I was so angry for a long time because I knew nothing of either of you. I had to go out and find my own family.” Margo turned to see Eliot, Idri, Quentin, and Gabriel and she smiled at them.

“If not for what happened, I wouldn’t have any of them, my kingdom, or my baby on the way. I wouldn’t change any of that.”

“Princess Jasmina.” Quentin said with a smile as he closed the book and pressed it to his chest.

Margo straightened her spine, then looked over at Crissimar. “So, what do we do about the Vikings and their assassination attempt on the Princess of Loria and the High Queen of Fillory?” She turned to look at Eliot. “Do we play the Red Queen card?”

“Sweetie, that’s so cliché.” Eliot went over to her and slipped an arm around her.

“And what would we do with a severed head anyway? Turn it into a table lamp?” Eliot then looked at Crissimar. “Though I should, considering what you did.”

“Would that really be best for your two kingdoms?” Peter put his arm around Elizabeth and kissed her gently before he touched his forehead to hers. Elizabeth closed her eyes as she nuzzled the side of her husband’s face.

“We created the gold box as a way to tell you the truth, if the worst should happen.”

“And it did.” Peter said softly. “But, I praise the god for you surviving, and I see the love your spouses have for you.”

Elizabeth lowered Crissimar to the floor with her power. The Viking king took a moment to adjust his clothing, then his gaze turned to Margo.

“I asked for your lineage because the Norse gods demand the best for the people.” Crissimar then slowly sunk to his knees. “I attacked you, Queen Margo and I was wrong. I’ll do what I must for my kingdom, even if it means surrendering my life for what I’ve done.”

Quentin, Gabriel, and Idri all went to surround Margo and Eliot. The high king and high queen looked at one another.

“Normally, anyone that did what you did, I’d be wearing your balls as accessories.” Margo moved away from her group of spouses and stood over Crissimar. She saw that Peter had the gold dagger, and she took it from him and looked it over.

“Its beautiful.”  Margo looked down to see the dried blood that was still on her chest.

“And sharp.” She sighed. “Crissimar, I’m a queen and I get that the people come first.” Margo reached out and touched his chin then raised it so they were eye to eye.

“My people mean everything to me, to us.” She corrected herself. “You came here to make peace with Fillory so both our kingdoms could prosper. I think despite what happened, we need to talk about that.” The tension in the air lightened considerably; Alex still had his sword out and he put it back in its sheathe. Eliot too breathed out a sigh of relief.

“High Queen Bambi is wise.” Eliot went to his wife.

“Rise, King Crissimar.” He took the gold dagger, flipped it in his hand, and offered the handle to the Viking king.

“Sheathe your dagger. We have a lot to discuss.”  

King Crissimar stood up, took the dagger, then bowed to Eliot and Margo.

“I think we do, your majesties.”

*** ********* ***********

The talks between King Crissimar and the monarchy of Fillory lasted all day and into the night. There were breaks in between, but by suppertime, things were winding down. A supper was prepared for the royal family and the guests. The meal consisted of fine venison steaks, roasted potatoes, roasted vegetables, rice, mashed potatoes, fresh baked rolls, and plenty of wine. Margo finished her meal and excused herself. The tales of the high queen’s resurrection spread through the castle, and the voices of earlier gossip were now whispers of awe as she walked down the hall. Finally, she opened the double doors to the royal bed chamber and went inside.

Margo removed her crown, set it on the nightstand, and disappeared into the closet. She emerged a short time later with her pink plushie robe over a long pair of fuzzy matching pink pajamas with flamingoes on them. The bedroom had a window box, which featured a built- in seat, and Margo frequently liked to sit there and look out at the amazing view.  Before taking her customary seat at the window, Margo opened her nightstand and pulled out the tarnished gold box. She went back to the window, sat down on the built-in cushion, and began to turn the box over in her hands.

The snow had returned, and she watched as the fat white flakes began to cover the already-frozen ground. Margo took in a deep breath, then sighed it out as she replayed what had happened in her mind.

“Penny for your thoughts?” The voice of Eliot interrupted her thoughts, and she whipped her head to see him coming into the double doors.

“I’ve already died once today, don’t need a sequel.” Margo set the box down on her lap.

“Thought you were busy entertaining?”

Eliot slipped into the closet, and he came out wearing a black silk robe with a gold embroidered dragon on the back of it. The hanging open robe revealed black flannel lounge pants that also had big gold dragons on it, and he tied his robe closed. Eliot sat across from Margo in the window box and held out his arms to her.

Margo quickly crawled over to Eliot and into his lap. She held the gold box in her hands as she adjusted the way she sat.  Sitting side saddle on Eliot’s long legs, Margo leaned her head on his left shoulder.

“Here…” Eliot said as he took the box from her hands and looked at it.

“You finally know the truth Sweetie, but if you don’t mind, there’s a few things I want to ask about.”

“I figured you would.” Margo said softly. “Go ahead. Before they went away, my parents and I had a really long talk, and they told me everything.”

“How did they even meet?” Eliot asked as he stroked a hand over Margo’s loose hair.

“Open the box.” She said as she raised her head. Eliot took the box and slide the lock open. He ran his finger over the keyhole and the seam of the box popped open. Inside the gold box, Eliot saw a small glowing old-fashioned brass key.

“A key? To what?”

“To Earth, apparently.” Margo picked the key up and looked at it. “Doesn’t seem like much does it?”

“Not really.” Eliot looked into the box and shook it a little to see if anything else came out of it.

“Take the key, put it in a lock, and turn the key toward the left.” Margo said then handed him the key.

“All right.”  Eliot stared at Margo and she slowly rose off of his lap.

“Hey!” Margo laughed as she hovered in midair. Eliot got up then she slowly sank back down to the cushion.

Eliot took the key and went over to the bathroom door. He stuck it in the lock and gave it a twist to the left. The wooden bathroom door shimmered, and dissolved away to reveal flashing neon light. Eliot creased his brow as he stepped closer.

“The fuck?” He then stuck his head into the open door and looked around. He craned his neck around the edge and saw the flashing Coca-Cola sign located in Times Square.

“Holy shit!” Eliot pulled back then tugged the key out. The flashing neon light faded and returned to the master bathroom.

“This is a key to New York City.”

“New York City is the key. It’s the place they met, fell in love, and had me. Mom was a student at NYU working at some hipster coffeehouse and Dad went there whenever he came to Earth. She noticed him, and would slip him free coffee, and the next thing you know…”

“Romeo and Juliet over latte?” Eliot sat back down in the window box, then pouted.

“And now I want a latte.”

Margo once again climbed into Eliot’s lap. She took the box from him and set it aside, then wrapped her arms around his neck.

“What is it, Bambi?” He stroked a big hand over her hair as she frowned. Margo closed her eyes as Eliot touched her, the touch soothing her a little.

“Just feel like things are unsettled. I got some answers, but still have some lingering questions.”

“You’re a princess of Loria, and the high queen of Fillory. You live here, but maybe what you need to do is go see Loria, which is technically your kingdom too.”

“A trip to Loria.” Margo sighed. “Idri is here now, Ess has taken over, and what do I tell him about the fact my father was the king?”

“The truth above all else.” Eliot said plainly, a serious expression on his face.

“All the time we’ve been here, we’ve never stepped foot in Loria.” Margo sighed, then reached up to take Eliot’s hand and laced her fingers between his. He knew her so well that he could tell she had a lot of lingering doubts.

“You found out a lot these past few days, Margo. You need to give yourself some time to sort things out.” Eliot touched her chin and raised it so he could see her eyes.

“Figure out some things, and then we can go to Loria, or even back to New York if you need to, okay?”

“How Princess Jasmina got her groove back?” Margo gave a small smile, which made Eliot smile too.

“You never lost it, Jasmina, which is a very beautiful and fitting name for you.”

A knock rang out on the double doors, they opened and Quentin poked his head in. The young king wore a tarnished silver helmet with two giant white horns on it. The horns were outlined with rubies, emeralds, and diamonds, and both Eliot and Margo looked at each other.

“Hey check it out!” Quentin strutted into the room, then spun and put his hands on his hips in a super hero style pose. With the hunter green pants, and shirt, he looked like the grownup version of Peter Pan.

“Bambi…” Eliot blinked. “I think we need to change his name from Quentin the Maladjusted to Quentin the-”

“Horny?” Margo finished as she got up and went over to him. “All right, show me the size of your sword.” She poked his waist, and Quentin laughed as he tugged her into a hug.

“Maybe later.” Quentin kissed her hair. “So glad you’re okay.” He said softly.

“Me too.” Margo pulled back and kissed him.

“King Crissimar wants you both to come back out.” Quentin still had his arms around Margo.

“All right, duty calls.” Eliot said as he stood up and went into the closet to change.

“Coming.” Margo let go of Quentin and followed him.

From outside the closed doors, a burst of cheers rang out that echoed throughout the whole castle. Quentin turned at the noise then smiled.

“Okay, okay, we’re coming!” Eliot came out in his grey paisley shirt and pants, then slipped his jacket on. Margo was in a gold and black dress and slipped a gold coat over it, which had a long train behind her.

“Royalty, bitches!” Quentin took their hands and tugged them out into the hall. Eliot waved the doors closed with one flick of his wrist.

Margo smiled and squeezed the hands of her husband’s. She held her head high and smiled.

“Royalty, bitch, and I got the pedigree to prove it.” Margo said as she marched down the hall toward the dining room.

END.

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This gallery of hairstyles that have changed over the years showcases how fearless. Rihanna hairstyles braids The singer is when it comes to wearing the hot one and paving the way for others to follow his lead. She puts on a red lipstick that adds a bold expression to her look. A great style for women looking for easy care with top notch elegance to match. Are you a die hard fan of Rihanna. Then she would mimic her hair and look stunning among her peers. Rihanna hair stylist He is known for his inspirational music and bawdy style. hair chameleon Rihanna regularly changed her hairstyle almost as much as her clothes. A red punk eager to play with his look saw him experiment with daring bobs of pixies and caramel fauxhawks. Create shorter side hair. Jags cuts top hair and creates some layers to provide some volume to your hair. Best Rihanna Pixie Cuts The short haircut is quite cool and attractive and ideal for almost all situations. Change seems constant in every aspect of Rihanna's life, from her music to her vast wardrobe and, of course, her charm. The Barbados-born musician, who bust the world with pon de Replay in 2005, has worn every hairstyle imaginable since his debut. No, but seriously. Will Pixie cut it? Control. There's dreadlocks down there. Rihanna hair color red You can be sure. Yet she even wore a public doobie with pearl-studded pins on the red carpet. What about her makeup? As it always changes. But Rihanna's commitment to changing it isn't just about style. With each risk it inspires us all to get out of their litter and try something new. If you have curly thick hair, especially African Americans who tend to have your hairstyle, you need to relax your hairstyle with ease. Do you consider these styles Rihanna short hairstyles. Rihanna red hair The hairstyle often varies depending on what you wear or how you feel. We love him very much. Rihanna is often referred to as a hair chameleon. 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The$6 AP will perform his hit single Found Love followed by his brand new remix of Cockiness (Love it) with Rocky. But this isn't the first short haircut. Rihanna hairstyle bob In an interview, her stylist Ursula Stephen once explained the singer's desire for constant change. we're always experimenting with her and having fun with her hair and changing it. Rihanna hairstyles images Since short hairstyles have been in vogue in recent years, she also wears a short pixie cut. One of her most iconic haircuts is pixie with a side-swept bang. She rocked a haircut and dyed her hair pink for a more dramatic and stylish look. Rihanna new hairstyle Curly hairstyles don't seem appropriate for short hairstyles, but in 2016 most black women carry too short haircuts to look uniquely stylish and. The latest hairstyles and trends make it possible to go to unlimited style options for women with fairy hairstyles. Make sure you match your face shape and hair texture before choosing your Pixie cut. Rihanna red hairstyles I once saw RiRi wearing army pants and flip flops, so I bought army pants and flip flops. And now that Rihanna has unveiled a brand new look for summer you can bet I'm already reaching for scissors and planning a dramatic hair chop in a few minutes. Rihanna hair style The singer took to her Instagram story on Wednesday to show off her super cute short black bob haircut in a boomerang video, revealing that she had chosen a pretty drastic change from her more recent looks. You can also choose a blunt angular bob as your hairstyle. This bob will suit you no matter what kind of hair and kind of face. Rihanna haircut short This makes the cut more vibrant and. As well as Bobs Rihanna also looks perfect with her fork and bowed out bangs. These haircuts are suitable for those who want to look edgy and bold. Hair is shaven on the sides and voluminous on the top. Rihanna hairstylist If you want to be braver, give more volume on top of your hair. 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His individuality is what makes him a true style icon. short thick hair can meet maximum experiments.