#kira did you lay this egg?

[the-brainrot-central]

So last night, like any normal, mentally healthy person does, I used one of those AI writer thingies to generate Yoshikage Kira egg preg fics. You wanna know how many different trial runs I did????

. . . . . .

At least seven

[chipmunkfanno1love]

I have 3 theories about what happened to Poppy and Viva's mother and King Peppy's queen. I'm pretty sure that if they did have a mother, she and Viva were separated from Poppy and Peppy by the Bergans at Trollstice. So here's where my theories come in:

1. The pop troll queen managed to escape the Bergans grasp and ran for her life with her daughter. She managed to safely hide Baby Viva and protect her from harm, but sadly was unable to save herself as the Bergans found her and ate her. 😔

Perhaps other Trollstice survivors found Baby Viva and may have raised her as their own. Her mother's death inspired Viva to lead the other Trollstice survivors (now known as the Putt Putt Trolls) to revolt against the Bergans, though she's currently unaware that the Pop Trolls and Bergans are now friends due to Poppy showing them true happiness is already in them.

I imagine Viva's mother's death being very similar to the deaths of other fictional mother's who sacrificed their lives for their children, e.g. Kira's mother, Po's mother and Tod's mother. *Warning* - Some of video examples I added may be distressing for some people.

2. Poppy and Viva's mother is still alive and living with Viva. I imagine it would certainly would a sweet idea to see Poppy and her long-lost mother reuniting, even more so, King Peppy reuniting with his wife and queen. I definitely see it being similar to Stoick and Valka's reunion

It's probably the least likely option as this movie is focused on Branch and his brothers reunion and this moment will probably take the attention away from that, but I still find this idea to be very sweet. 😊

3. It's very possible that Poppy and Viva don't have a mother. Considering we have proof that trolls can reproduce asexually, e.g. Guy Diamond giving birth to Tiny Diamond. I don't know if it's only glitter trolls that can do this, still it's certainly possible that happily single trolls can make and have babies by themselves if they want to start a family alone. It's certainly possible that King Peppy was one of these trolls. Plus, being a king he knew he needed an heir. Maybe Poppy expected herself to follow this process, which explains why see finds the idea of her and Branch getting married weird (that and because the idea of former hermit, Branch becoming king of the Pop Trolls also seems weird).

Possibly then, only Viva was taken by the Bergans, but either managed to escape or was rescued and raised by another Trollstice survivor. Viva later started a revolution against the Bergans for the many trolls lives taken by the Bergans and to protect the survivors.

Personally I believe that Poppy and Viva did/do have a mother, partly because the idea was mentioned in the original art of Trolls book that Poppy's mother died and I'd like to think this remains canon, and because I think twins usually happens when both sets of parents lay an egg each, though this is just a theory of mine.

What are your thoughts on this? I'd love to hear your thoughts. 😊

[dangerous-realms]

Kira's eyes glinted with what he said. She didn't think he was harmless, the reason she said that was because it was true. She did see the point of wearing clothing around the house unless someone was coming over or her kids were home, she owned the house after all.

The hand on the left side of her face was received was though, leaning into it as his thumb traces her cheek. But her eyes would widen as he suddenly pins her down, taken by surprise she was. The amusement in the look he's giving her from pining her down, this was not a look she liked and she definitely didn't like not being able to move herself.

She would listen to what he said. It was true that Panu didn't have much if a sex drive and she was respectful of that. She wasn't going to force him to do what he doesn't want to do. She was well aware that her race is one that's heavily active in the field of sex, all of them having an incredible high libido to boot. It wasn't strange for an unmated one to be doing someone in their vehicle or for one to go to a club and pick someone who caught there eye to have a one night stand with them.

She also knew that Evoline are a race who seek out companionship be it friends, siblings, or lovers. So really, it was the fact that Panu was gone more often then not that was making her love for him die. They had been together for about twelve years, married for nine, the eggs containing her twins were layed after two years of marriage. After they hatched he just seemed to drift away from her, the lively children seemed to be too much for him.

"..."

There is a sadness in her eye because she knew the fact that her husband wasn't avoiding doing anything with her or their children because he was busy, it was because he was distancing himself from them. Staying away to make sure his emotions for his family die out so he isn't attached to them, all because this wasn't the picturesque life he wanted to have with her.

The hand that slips under her tank top to teasingly caress her stomach made her breath hitch, he'd found a sensitive spot. Though she had a six pack under that tank top, something that wounds have been seen under the dress she at the gala or visible currently under her tank top as it wasn't form fitting. Though as she spoke, her voice was monotonous.

"My love for my husband has died due to his absence, I've come to terms that he's running away from his responsibilities to rear our children alongside me like a coward. I've got my half of the divorce papers signed and I'm going to force him to sign his half as it's not fair on my children to see their mother miserable due to a father they barely know."

There is truth in her voice, she was going to track his ass down to get him to sign the papers. She didn't want anything from him other then him leaving their life permanently, she didn't need his money as she made plenty in her line of work.

"Ya better keep yer word, raise our little ones with me and not flee with yer tail between your legs if they are rambunctious and energetic. I'm no cheater, everything of me will be yours if you stand true to what you say. That's a promise."

A race similar to the saiyan? Perhaps, he ought to make a stop to the planet this race resides on. He could just ask the localization, but it would not be fun. Many would think he was just making life harder than it needed to be, but what was life if it was not hard? To him, an easy life where he would get everything after snapping his finger was not his cup of tea. Still, how good can a race who uses magic perform in a fight?

Well, the people here seem to have a lot of physical strength for people who uses magic energy instead of ki. He has to stop thinking they are similar to the people in his universe who have magic energy. Easy to defeat when it comes to fist fight, but knowingly tricky to deal with because of what they can do. If Riisovaak is anything to go with, they can actually fight.

There was a dangerous gleam in his eyes when she admitted to usually being naked in her house when no-one was around. He could understand such as he did the same or just had a boxer and a sport bra on when he was in his house. Though, that was only if he was expecting someone to come.

— Hm…

He gently placed a hand on the left side of her face then caressed her cheek with his thumb.

— I think you believe I am harmless to be saying this to me.

The hand resting on her face being lowered to her left arm while his other hand got to her right arm. A calm smile until he suddenly made use of his strength to pin her down. Amusement and confidence mixed into the grin plastered on his face as he looked down at her.

— Let me tell why your husband is not doing anything to you. It's not because you're hideous, and it's not because you already have kids. Don't even believe it's because he is busy, that's a load of crap. Your man just does not have that hunger in life. Does a starving man stare at food to satiate himself? No, He eats. Does an interested man stare at women until they notice him? No, he goes to seduce them.

He kept his eyes on the woman under him as he moved a hand under her tank top and teasingly caressed her stomach.

— I didn't accept to help with your issue because I want to be of help, I gain something from this. This something is you, and I want you. I'm not going to get a bit of you or half of you. I am going to get everything because that's what only matters. Anything else is a waste of my time.

Of course, he would satiate her curiosity. in due time. However, it was more important to make sure she had a clear idea of who exactly she was dealing with.

[starry-blue-echoes]

so I was hit full force with brainrot ideas for blooper au things, so YEET-

Kid Dio jumping majestically from the carriage only to stumble and fall when he lands

In the Death 13 episode when Hierophant pops out to say the last “Laliho,” he kept saying anything EXCEPT that. Like “hello there :)” There were also several instances of him appearing in places he shouldn’t, like Dio’s coffin, the sewers, behind the door where Alessi is supposed to be, etc etc

When Bucciarati gives Giorno the prop eye of Leaky Luca, Gio puts it in one of his donut loops and claims “I am one step closer to my final form, and I need only your eyes to complete it”

Dio brought jelly filled donuts on the day they started filming the final fight, and that later became a tradition with Kira in Part 4 and Diavlo in Part 5 (and maybe Pucci in part 6? I can’t remember too well)

Hierophant in general was an absolute menace during filming, and his brother just so happened to be the puppeteer for the various Echoes Acts and decided to continue that legacy

When Bucciarati licks Gio, instead of saying he tastes like a liar he says that he tastes of whatever makeup brand is being used

When the Echoes’s egg is dropped, Josuke immediately said “Koichi, did you lay this egg?!?” He’d had that planned since he’d been cast as Josuke

during that one scene where Weather questions of Pucci knows about his memories/who he was, Pucci just calls out “Wouldn’t you like to know weather boy”

[untaemedqueen]

Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 5.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage

A/N: Shout out to my squad @ppersonna, @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia, @underthejoon for always spitballing ideas with me and reading over what I have written. I’m seriously so lucky to have my girls and my heart is so full with them around <3

Also the beautiful banner is by @xjoonchildx so now we have two gorgeous banners to alternate every other chapter! I’m so happyyyyyy!! Enjoy guys!

It's usually relaxed Sundays at the Yu penthouse like God intended them to be but instead this Sunday was filled with raucous screaming and over dramatic whining which you aren't exactly used to.

"Leena." Jin warns, almost as if he's speaking to a child. 

You watch as your best friend takes the stuffed animal you won at the Fall Festival out of it's cardboard box before chucking it back onto your unmade bed. It's her act of defiance and it warms your heart slightly to know how much she loves you.

"Relax, would you?" Jin asks, wrapping a painting of yours in bubble wrap.

"No." She huffs out as she folds her arms. 

You find yourself smirking as you wrap your arms around her. She stiffens slightly before melting into the hug and rocking you from side to side.

"I hate him. I hate him. I hate him!" She chants bitterly as Jin sets the painting against the wall.

"Why don't you tell us about your date with Taehyung?" Jin offers, trying to take her mind off of it.

"No." She replies childishly as she hugs you tighter.

Jin sighs gently as he picks up the contract. It's a thick packet with words and legal jargon you find yourself unable to understand.

"I'm going to go read this in the living room. Leena, come with me." Jin commands and she pouts at you as she pulls away.

"At least he bought her pretty things." She grumbles to your other best friend as she follows him out of your bedroom.

You sit on the edge of your bed, taking in the almost empty room. Your heart feels heavy in this moment. It's been almost six years since you moved into this apartment with Leena. 

This new journey will be the start to something extremely different from your norm. This will be the first time that you won't be seeing your best friend everyday, or when you wake up in the morning. It's jarring and more importantly frightening.

You had already quit your managerial position at the hospital, you've already packed up all of the things deemed "acceptable" for Yoongi's home. It really is a new path for your life.

Your parents loved you so very dearly from when you were quite young. They always knew what to say and what to do, always pushed for you to do the right things quite like them. They worked so hard for you to have a better life than they did when they were young. 

You can only hope to be as good of a parent as they were. 

Telling them you were pregnant was terrifying at first. You expected them to be disappointed with you. But, surprisingly, they were supportive. It was incredibly comforting, because no matter what happens you could count on them.

Looking down at your flat stomach, although you don't look different, you feel different. With a sigh, you close your eyes for a fraction of a second before taking in a deep breath.

Everyone keeps telling you to be strong, to have strength and everything will work out but unfortunately it isn't that easy. 

"Hey Y/N." Jin whispers as he leans against the door frame.

Opening your eyes, you give him a smile to try and tell him you're alright.

"The contract looks good. Namjoon did right by you." He tells you, holding up the packet and a pen.

You hold your hands out and he enters the room.

You can hear Leena's feet stomping down the long hallway as you put the packet on your lap. 

She arrives in the doorway with a martini in hand and you tilt your head to her as she scowls. 

"You can't have sex? Is he serious?" She scoffs.

You give a smirk as you sign the contract, "Seems like it. I asked him if I could have sex with him because he's the father and he sat there and literally told me he doesn't understand why I would have sex if I'm pregnant. He seemed repulsed." 

"I'll punch him in the dick." Leena murmurs into her martini glass.

"Yu Leena." Jin scolds as you set the pen down on your lap. 

"What?! He's a huge fucking dick suck." She says waving him off with her hand.

Both you and Jin snort loudly and he lays his head on your shoulder before hugging you tightly. 

"I'm gonna miss you, princess." He whispers.

"Me too." You mumble as you wrap your arms around his.

"Shouldn't you let the madam buy the child's furniture?" Yoongi hears Maya ask over his shoulder as he scours through the furniture website.

"If her ability to pick out furniture is as bad as her clothing or her shoes, my heir will end up sleeping in a rickety old basket made out of straw and hair." He retorts as she hands him his Irish coffee.

He hears her gentle sigh and he knows it's because somehow, something he said had disappointed her.

"What's wrong, Maya?" He asks as he locks the iPad, throwing it on the other side of the couch to look up at her.

She hums undecidedly before looking down at him as he sips his coffee, "Maybe try to be nice to her. She's going to have a hard time being pregnant in this household with your wife here." 

Her suggestion makes a shiver run up his spine. Just hearing the word pregnant sends him into some deep spiral.

Maya always has been kind hearted. She's always been understanding of others. Even if they don't deserve it.

Like with Sera, Maya will bust her ass to try to make the leech smile even if she gets sneers and snarky remarks in turn. 

She's too pure for this world. Too amazing for this cheap lifestyle.

"I am being nice to her. She gets to move in here." He responds as he sets the coffee cup down on his marble table.

“Min Yoongi.” Maya breathes out above a whisper before closing her eyes.

He watches her brow furrow with shame and he clears his throat uncomfortably before looking around the open gallery of the mansion to try and find any reason for her to leave.

“I didn’t raise you this way. You know that.” The older woman chides as she dusts off some of the priceless paintings that line the walls beside where he sits. 

He lets out a gentle snort as he leans back into the chaise lounge. 

“At least someone raised me, right?” He quips to her as he looks out the bay windows.

The garden seems well tended as of late, after the last fiasco with the uneven hedges he appreciates how much work his new gardeners have put into it.

He begins to wonder what you enjoy, what your hobbies are besides getting pounded in the back of your best friends club. Do you enjoy the finer things? Like yachting or horse racing? Do you even know what they are? Just how sheltered are you?

“What do poor people like? Swap meets?” Yoongi asks as he watches the rose bushes sway in the wind. 

“Yoongi.” Maya whispers dejectedly and he turns his head to her before shrugging. 

“Just asking.” He murmurs as a sparrow lands on the marble bird bath beside the window. 

“Why don’t you just try to get to know her? Ask her things like that without being rude.” Maya replies as she turns to him.

With a grimace, he finishes his coffee before handing the cup to her, “Why do I have to get to know her?”

“Oh my goodness.” Maya mumbles as she leaves the gallery. 

The billionaire watches her leave before slowly turning back to the window to stare aimlessly for a little while longer.

He's always been so jaded, always been so absolutely fucking ruthless because if he didn't protect himself from the outside world who would?

And even if it causes rifts, he just has to be this way. Because you can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs.

The sounds of construction break him out of his thoughts. The contract must have gone through to Namjoon, if your room was already being renovated. Kira must have called and set up everything like she was supposed to.

It's a good thing she isn't just good for her tight snatch. 

Standing up with a groan, he stretches high up to the ceiling. He can hear and feel his bones popping and groaning to welcome a new day in front of him.

As he steps onto the heated marble flooring of the second floor, he knows he should be getting ready for work yet instead his curiosity begins to eat at him. 

What is your room starting to look like? How about the kids room? 

Walking past his walk-in closet, he can see dust and wood shavings on the floor in the hallway. His first thought is to curse out the constructors and threaten them if even a single wooden shard enters his room. But, before he can even open his mouth the shrill voice of his wife enters his ears.

"MIN YOONGI!" He can feel his brain rattling around in his skull, like a cry for help. He sighs loudly, it's really not a surprise that she can be even louder than the construction right in front of him.

Turning to her, he takes in her half asleep look. Her sleeping mask is stuck to her forehead, her black hair jutting out on all sides as she narrows her big, doll-like eyes at him.

"Some people are trying to sleep!" She screeches from the entrance of her wing in the mansion.

He chuckles to himself at her disheveled state and proceeds into his closet to get ready for work.

It probably won't end at that. And, he is absolutely correct.

Peeling off his sleep shirt, his eyes meet his wife's through the mirror as she storms into the room.

"I need beauty sleep, asshole!" She yells at him and he stares at her for a fraction of a second before clicking his teeth and tilting his head.

"You don't need beauty sleep, I paid for that face, leech." He deadpans.

His body is quick to duck out of the way as she takes the nearest object to the door before lobbing it at his head. 

"Did you do as I told you?" She asks, watching him grab his crisp white work shirt.

He doesn't reply, which in turn makes her repeat the same question louder with a high shrill added to her tone.

She's always been impatient and bratty. Once which was endearing to him is now like nails on a chalkboard.

"Hello?! I'm speaking to you! Answer me, asshole!" She yells as she snaps her fingers in his face.

Pressing his tongue to his cheek, he lets out a gentle snort before taking a deep inhale through his nose.

"When do I ever just do as you tell me to, Sera? When has that ever been a goal of mine?" He asks as he grabs his pinstriped tailored pants to match his shirt.

"What? So you didn't?" She asks, clearly shocked.

"Of course I didn't, what are you? Insane? Stupid? I'm a dick but I'm not heartless." He retorts.

"No! Just heartless to me!" She cries out angrily and he chuckles to himself as he grabs a tie.

"I'm sure you'll survive." He mumbles as he pulls the drawer full of his watches open. He watches them spin on their platforms before picking a black Rolex that would go nicely with his pants.

"The plan was for you to make her say that she's my surrogate! Since I'm so beautiful and so famous, she would be carrying my child instead!" Just hearing her ridiculous plan again makes him almost as uncomfortable as the first time he heard it.

In all honesty, as soon as those words left her mouth he didn't even entertain the idea. It seemed so wholly horrible and so absolutely fucking selfish. But, this is Sera we're talking about.

"That was your plan. You think I would ever force her or anyone to have to go in front of people and say their kid isn't their own? Jesus Christ. You really are a fucking leech." He spits out.

"But! But, she's going to use you for your money! She's going to ruin everything!" She screams above the incessant construction.

The sentence sends something akin to fire flaming throughout his gut.

"Well, leech, it's not like I'm not used to being used for my money. If anything you can teach her first hand what it's like to milk me like a money cow." Her mouth opens slightly, as if she's appalled by the notion.

It's then that his patience snaps like a thin twig beneath weight.

"Do you want to see my dick?" He asks briskly.

"Ew! What? No, of course not!" She yells at him as he gathers his clothes onto one arm.

"Then get the fuck out. I have to get ready for work." She stomps her foot loudly as if in protest but he brushes by her without a word back to his bedroom.

"Fucking money grubbing leech." He whispers to himself as he slams his bedroom door closed behind him.

Thursday nights were appointed for one thing in Min Yoongi's eyes. Poker.

The library which he barely ever entered as well as his wife that couldn't read more than ten words without having a seizure was always occupied on Thursdays. 

Usually, the other five members of his social circle were always present but today he only had the pleasure of four of them.

"I love that Maya deals." Taehyung chuckles as he pulls the pile of poker chips in the middle of the table towards him.

Yoongi snorts gently, clamping the cigar between his teeth tighter as he stacks his chips with one hand.

"Maya, can I please have some more ice?" Namjoon asks softly as he holds up the bucket.

"Oh of course!" She says quickly as she takes the bucket from him.

Taehyung and Jimin watch her leave before slyly smirking to Yoongi as he leans back in his chair with a groan. The way they look at him makes him feel like prey in a baron forest.

"What?" He murmurs as he pulls the cigar from his mouth.

The tips of Taehyung's fingers slide over the green felt table as he lifts his glass of whisky.

"I heard something interesting about you." He replies to his older friend.

Namjoon clears his throat uncomfortably as he crosses his legs beneath the lip of the table. 

"Oh yeah? What's that? Something about my board of trustees?" Yoongi asks with a laugh as he picks up his own glass.

"Not so much." Jimin murmurs as he ashes his cigar.

"Heard you got a girl pregnant." Yoongi chokes on his whisky as he hears Taehyung's smooth voice. His eyes widen and he spins his chair around to dab at his mouth. 

His blood runs cold as the hotel CEO chuckles behind him. It scares the ever living shit out of him and he hates that.

"Where'd you hear that?" He asks gently, his voice audibly shaking as he turns back around.

"A little after I pulled my dick out of Yu Leena's tight ass." Jimin snickers at the admission and Yoongi closes his eyes in defeat.

"You won't say anything, right?" Namjoon asks quietly as he looks over at his best friend.

Hoseok, Yoongi's other best friend since childhood had only recently found out about you and his heir. While he was surprised, he was always loyal to the CEO and Yoongi knew he could count on his silence.

"I definitely won't. I like it when Leena comes over and if I say anything she won't let me take her to France in two weeks." The Kisung Connected CEO sighs in relief at the younger man's admission.

Maya returns with the ice and it gets quiet for a bit, just the gentle sounds of ice clinking against glass and poker chips smacking into each other resound throughout the large library.

"Leena loves her, y'know. She never shuts up about her. I feel like I know her with how much Leena tells me." Taehyung says as he rubs two poker chips together between his fingers.

This peaks his curiosity as he begins to relax into the chair once more.

"What does she say?" Yoongi asks softly and he watches as Maya smirks gently. Her motions are soft and smooth as she deals the cards. 

"About Y/N? That she's really sweet and kind. She works really hard and enjoys simple things like most poor people." Humming inquisitively, he lifts his whisky glass to his lips to ponder that thought.

"Simple things? Like?" Taehyung rolls his eyes at Yoongi's question.

"Yeah. Simple things. She likes to paint and to watch romantic movies. She enjoys cooking and other poor people shit." 

He begins to wonder how well you can paint. If you were any good at it.

"She's really sweet." Namjoon adds and Yoongi grimaces in his direction.

Noticing his grimace, the lawyer shrugs with a smirk.

"Is she the girl that was with Leena on her birthday?" Jimin asks and both Yoongi and Taehyung nod at the same time.

"Oh dude! She's so fucking hot! I can't believe you got to her before me!" Hearing those words roll off of his friend's tongue sets him in an uncomfortable state.

His body leans away from Jimin's as he clutches the cigar tighter between his index and middle finger.

"So she's moving in here?" Jimin asks happily.

"In two days. Yes. We have to go to the doctor and then she'll be in the mansion." 

Hoseok nudges Namjoon as they watch their best friend move uncomfortably. 

Yoongi loosens his tie around his neck, his face and chest begin to feel incredibly hot and flush. He can feel the sweat building on his hairline as he uncuffs his cufflinks. 

"Maya." He whispers as he holds them out over the table. 

Swallowing thickly, he stares down into his glass as the ice clinks against the crystal sides.

"You're lucky she's moving in. Now you'll have constant pussy." Jimin says as he scrolls through Leena's Instagram. 

The concept is completely foreign to Yoongi, "She's pregnant. Why would I fuck her?" 

Namjoon chuckles to himself gently as he looks at his cards, he tosses a few chips into the center of the table before looking pointedly at his best friend.

"Because man, pregnant pussy feels so much better than regular pussy. Plus, she's carrying your baby. That's fucking hot." Yoongi sneers at Jimin, the corner of his upper lip flicking upward at the notion.

"You're a fucking short little weirdo, Park Jimin." Yoongi's sentence comes out just a bit more acidic than he means it to but he doesn't apologize.

If anything the small flames of anger seem to burnish brighter as Jimin chuckles to himself. Park has always been so sure of himself, so absolutely ruthless in getting what he wants. But, you weren't his to have.

"If you aren't going to fuck her right, can I?" He asks as he tosses chips into the middle of the table. 

Yoongi's hand grips into a fist, the edges of the chips he holds make uncomfortable indents into his skin as he focuses on Maya's face to calm himself down.

"Whoa. Jimin." Hoseok mumbles as Jimin laughs.

"Calm down hyung. I'm just playing with you. I'll just ask her out on a date and we'll see where it goes." Yoongi chuckles to himself.

He can't begin to understand why it bothers him so much to hear those words. Maybe it's because you're being treated flippantly or maybe it's because you were his. Or, should be his anyway. You were having his child. Doesn't that make you off limits?

But he was better than this. He was better than letting small, simple things beneath his skin.

"She won't say yes. She's pregnant with my baby." He says as he chucks his chips into the center of the table roughly.

"We'll see. If she does say yes, just know I'll treat your baby mama with a lot of respect...as I rearrange her guts with the head of my cock." Jimin and Taehyung chortle loudly as they knock their shoulders into one another. 

Scoffing gently, he downs the rest of his whisky before wiping the back of his hand over his lips.

It takes all of his restraint to not get out of his chair and punch the shorter man in the face. It takes every single ounce of strength to just stay seated and look as if he's calm while on the inside he's burning bright with red hot rage.

"You watch your fucking mouth, Jimin. She's the mother of my child." He says as he points his finger over the lip of his glass at the younger man.

The laughs die down as they notice just how deadly serious he is. 

"Oh, now you care about her? Seemed like she was going to be just another leech ten minutes ago." Jimin chuckles as he speaks his words and Namjoon's eyes flutter shut in defeat.

"Yeah well, if she was to be a leech. She would be my leech. Not yours. You watch your fucking mouth when you talk about the mother of my baby in this fucking house, do you understand me?" He doesn't even understand where this rage is coming from. He can't begin to process it, but he doesn't miss the smile that creeps onto Maya's face as he defends your honor.

Jimin holds his hands up with a laugh as he clenches his cigar between his teeth. 

"Calm down Yoongi. I'm just fucking with you. I don't want to fuck your poor baby mama, alright?" 

Namjoon sits up fast as Yoongi goes to stand up, "Let's just all relax. Calm down." He tells his best friend as he puts his hand on his shoulder.

"Get out." He says aloud as he brushes Namjoon's hand off his shoulder.

Jimin looks up at Yoongi as Maya gently sets the cards down on the felt table. 

"Oh Yoongi. Come on, I was fucking around." He says half heartedly.

"I'm done for the night. Get the fuck out." He burns his cigar out before opening up the library doors.

Everyone stands and thanks Maya softly before heading out one by one. Yoongi catches Jimin by the shoulder as he leaves last.

His hand clasps roughly around his skin and Jimin cringes at the sharp pain, "You keep her fucking name out of your goddamn mouth. Do you understand me? Don't you dare ever disrespect her in this household again. Or, I'll release those pictures of you at your bachelor party to Dispatch. You keep your dick away from where it doesn't belong in this house."

The threat sends Jimin's eyes widening a fraction before he collects his composure, "I got it. Relax." He says before pulling his shoulder away and patting the older man's arm.

Taking a deep breath, he looks around the library before meeting Maya's gaze as she clears the cards off of the poker table.

"I'm sorry you had to hear that nasty stuff." He apologizes and her nose wrinkles sweetly as she smiles.

"Now that, that is how I raised you." He smirks gently at her praise before pocketing his hands and looking down at the floor.

"Can you order some paint brushes and canvas?" He asks softly.

"Oh of course! For you? You don't paint." Maya asks, her voice is riddled with confusion as she stacks the poker chips back in the oak box.

"No, I don't but Y/N does." He mumbles and Maya smiles widely before nodding. 

"Of course I'll order her some painting materials! That's a great idea, Yoongs!" Seeing her, the woman who has raised him, get so excited about it makes him feel almost drunk off of delight.

But, then he gets brought down to Earth once more as he hears his wife giggle from the kitchen. 

"Thanks, Maya." He mumbles as he sets off to his wing of the mansion. He eyes Hoseok chatting up his wife as they both lean against the bar and he snorts to himself in disbelief. At least someone would be getting laid tonight.

The problem with having a wife that sees other people is just how loud sex can get when you're not involved. 

At one point Yoongi craved to be in Hoseok's position. He was dying to get in between Sera's legs albeit she was annoying and bratty since they were kids. He had a genuinely real crush on her that dissolved into distaste and pure hatred in a matter of moments.

Even across the whole mansion, he can hear her getting fucked like there's no tomorrow and he grimaces while turning to the window as he lays in bed. 

"Music up to ninety percent." He calls out in the room and the volume of the classical piano piece rises quickly to drown out the feral noises of sex from the other wing in the mansion.

Pulling out his phone, he begins to scroll through Instagram before finding Leena's page. There were so many posts with just you and her or you, her and Seokjin. Your smile was pretty. He takes into account that you haven't really smiled around him all that much but he can understand why. 

He can remember your giggle too, when you were in Namjoon's office. It was soft and gentle, like hummingbird wings. The noise instantly made him relax and he can remember how his eyes fluttered shut just upon hearing it.

You weren't a bad person. You weren't trying to trap him-- he could see it on your face when you had lunch. You were genuinely mortified. So fucking frightened. And, even though he doesn't know you, you don't deserve that.

You don't deserve to be terrified of him or anyone. 

He can see in most of these pictures, you're wearing borrowed things. The Chanel, the Balenciaga, the Gucci-- it was all Leenas and none of it was your own. 

How fucking depressing must that be? Did Leena make you wear her clothes or did you ask her to borrow some in order to not feel poor and unworthy around others? 

Sighing gently, he presses his face deeper into the pillow as he continues to scroll.

Maybe he shouldn't treat you like another Sera. But, he doesn't trust a single person. He's learned to lock his heart away in an iron cage after Sera so brutally stepped on him.

He's not sure if he could ever truly open up to someone else that isn't the woman who raised him.

Next Chapter --->

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The lads as dumb shit my friends have said

Welcome to an ongoing series of the lads as dumb shit because I have dumb friends including myself

Ai:How dare you pin me to my own bed Ren

Reiji:*spits out water* WHAT?!

*it was animal crossing*

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Natsuki:Oh yeah! My cousin owns a bear!

Syo:...what?

Natsuki:He is a Pomeranian!

Syo:...what?!

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*in saotome gakuen*

Ryuya:Ren?

*ren is laying his head on the desk*

Syo:He’s gone sir

Ren:....i... hope Masato dies...zzzzz

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Ranmaru:You are quite literally the worst sneaky ninja

*cuts to otoya running across the room to nab Tokiya’s honey*

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*during saotome gakuen*

Tokiya:Did you bring your student id so we can get the discount?

Syo:No..

Otoya:...can we use an arcade card instead?

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Reiji:So aiai found out you were trash talking him..

Ranmaru:SHIT HE FOUND OUT?! DAMN ROOMBA

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Cecil:Do you know who ticklemypickle is?? Please, It’s very urgent

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Camus:YOUR BANANA WIFE ISNT REAL

Ranmaru:SO IF YOUR SOCIAL LIFE;NON-EXIST. DOT DOT BITCH

Camus:SO ARE YOUR BRAINCELLS

Ranmaru:SO IS YOUR PERSONALITY

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*Reiji with a hat*:I really am alone

*Reiji without a hat*:Hah loser

*Reiji with a hat*:Have you seen yourself???

Ranmaru:Shut the fuck up

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Cecil:I’ve had satan for too long

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Tokiya:What do you need?

Ren:You~

Tokiya:Ask Masato next time

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Ai:You know when I am bored, I light matches for fun

Reiji:Ah, so Aiai is a pyromaniac.Neat. So uh-

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Otoya:Good luck!!

Syo:Wait for what???

Ai:War

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Reiji:Yes, they are very seductive colours

Syo:SINCE WHEN IS GREEN A SEDUCTIVE COLOUR

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Shion:Hey are we friends?

Nagi:What is love, baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more-

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Syo:You can’t back out or else I get a free slap pass

Nagi:Can’t slap me if I slap you first

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Reiji:How much does breathing cost?

Otoya:It’s free!

Reiji:Aish, so expensive

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Ren:I only speak in gay and the truth, mostly the truth

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Masato:How many Easter eggs should we get?

Cecil:yes.

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Ai:You dare question me mortal?

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Otoya:How do you handshake a girl?

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Camus:Sounds like me but I’m better at lying

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Yamato:Nagi called you a grandmother

Van:Exfuckingcuse me

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Syo:Ren I swear to god, say goodbye to your kneecaps tmr

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Nagi:When do you sleep?

Reiji:Never

Nagi:Noctunal satan

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Ai:Oh no, you are now suffering from a brain tumour

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Van:SHE IS A LIZARD PERSON AND I KNOW IT

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Natsuki:Ren-kun, is tumour an anime character?

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Syo:I am a pacifist

Ren:Said no one

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Yamato:I was weak...

Nagi:I am weak

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Eiji:This inspires me!

Reiji:This just makes me depressed

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Nagi:Oh no Ai who will judge me on everything

Ai:Oh no Nagi who will never shut up about anything I do

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*Ren sitting the rest of Starish down*:Okay team meeting, I’m going to teach you how to play clash because I need that $20 from Aimi

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Eiji:I’ve been feeling sick since Saturday...

Van:oh no

Yamato:Oh No

Eiichi:OH NO

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Otoya:Rei channnnn

Ranmaru:I don’t think he’s alive

Reiji:Well dang I guess I’m not

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Tokiya:What do you even want?

*the rest of Starish*:The best for you

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Ai:Reiji I thought you don’t perform well under pressure

Reiji:I DONT, WELL I DO BUT I DONT

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Van:Batman noises

Nagi:...did you really just say Batman noises?

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Reiji:Hey Aine, are you away?

Aine:Nah just taking a coma thanks for asking

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Eiichi:So was it Nagi or was it Van?

Yamato:Yeah it was

Eiichi:I-??? That doesn’t answer my question?? I’ll..just go ask Kira

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Reiji:I’m going to scream, wait nvm I found it

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Natsuki:I love cooking!

Syo:NO NO NO NO WAIT STOP OH GOD-

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Ranmaru:You really fucking are the god damn CEO of fucking McDonald’s

Camus:And what are you going to do about it huh? Buy a happy meal?

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Camus:Kotobuki what makes you think I would play kahoot?

Reiji:Uh I have gummy bears?

Camus:I’m in, you should’ve said that first

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Otoya:It’s because they don’t have a lot..

Camus:Ah understandable, imagine being a peasant

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Van:Look at him pop off!

*shion sleeping in a corner*

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Ranmaru:GOD DAMN IT REIJI, YOURE THINKING TOO MUCH LIKE A REIJI AND NOT ENOUGH LIKE A RANMARU

*Reiji crying*

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Reiji:AH WAIT DONT HURT ME, I ALREADY HAVE ARTHRITIS

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Ai:Syo is a loveable loser

Natsuki:What about Van-kun?

Ai:He is just a loser

Natsuki:What about Rei-chan-senpai

Ai:He is just sad

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Ai:On my list on dumb friends, you are the highest

Syo:HELL YEAH- wait what?

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Golden Prince Naga Boyfriend (Shesmetet) 3

I may have to break this down into another part as it’s so long already. 

Warning: some threats and language.

Words: 3k

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Divine Worship Part 3

His chambers were poorly lit compared to the countless times you had been there to share his bed, the fading candles blowing softly in the aromatic room of sweet pomegranates and lemon slices that filled your nostrils but did not seem to calm your nerves. 

You knew of the consequences, the outcome in which your life would be on the line, but you didn’t know exactly how to take it all.  

The Jade Prince was by his table drinking from his golden cobra chalice the same wine he had ‘borrowed’ from his sister, observing how he poured and drank from it like it was water. Two, then three, then four. 

His body was showing all signs of fatigue and strain: his usual sleek ink-black hair was so unkempt and tangled, the stress of being the representative of his father on top of all the things surrounding you.

You couldn’t help but feel that this was all your fault, had you kept this all from happening and not even going to his bedchambers more and more, you wouldn’t be having to stress for your life being taken by the Princess Iseka.

You had been on the verge of doubling over and pouring your tears out in front of the prince, your last moment of courage bringing you to speak his name. “Your Grace-”

“I’m sorry,” his voice was gravelly and deeper than expected, but his body didn’t show any signs of inebriation, “I’m sorry for all of this.”

You twisted your fingers to clench at your dress, your hair guarding you of your eyes that were threatening to spill those tears. 

���No, this is my fault.” You confessed forlornly. “The Rising Sun is your betrothed and I will ruin that alliance if it is to be revealed to the court. I’m sorry, Your Grace.”

You understood your punishment would be a fate worse than death if his father found out, but your morbid mentality had come to slowly accept this. 

Before you, the large naga had twisted so sudden and swift that you didn’t think was possible for a creature his size. Like a coiled viper, Shesmetet had moved up the stairs to come to face you fully, his large head and torso still towering over you even when his entire body and tail was lying from the base of the stairs. 

His large clawed fingers came to rest and cradled you from the curve of your cheeks to your jaw, his hands almost swallowing your face whole. You breathed in relief to his touch, relishing in how your body instinctively moved in closer. 

“I do not want to hear you speak those words again, my love.” His golden eyes were pooling with emotion and sadness, his darkened scales looked like encrusted rocks from the far corners of the world. “We will get through this together.”

Your heart fluttered at the term of endearment he had used so soon and so suddenly, but it made your stomach quiver with adoration and admiration for the golden prince. “What about the Princess? Or your father?”

“I would rather burn the four corners of the eastern hemisphere and the other courts before she could touch you or harm you in any way.” He protectively declared, his bare muscular chest swelled with pride, his eyes flickered with further thought. 

“As for my father, well... the old man will not see fit to have my beloved taken away from me without it costing my life or my titles thrown across the sands.”

You needed to know whether it was true or not, his words that he had told his sister, the Star of The Sea: ‘I know, but as long as I get to spend a lifetime with you, that is all that will matter.’

He brought you back to his attention with a gentle stroke of his fingers against your knuckles. “You’re pensive.”

“I’m anxious, I worry that this will all flare up and come down horribly.” You cradled yourself as you pulled your gaze from him. “Your sister isn’t pleased with this arrangement.”

“My sister has been free from my father’s laws since she had been declared his heir. She takes her plights of fancy wherever she goes.” The Young Flame chortled wryly, his gaze melting for you once more. “But, I don’t believe she is infuriated with you—no, someone would have to be witless to have bad blood with you, my dear. Let Amvalma cool before the storm; she will be using it against me rather than anyone else. My sister’s wroth can last for many moons.”

You wanted to believe his words, but you knew that it was true for Princess Amvalma to hold her stubbornness close to her. If there was anyone you wanted to check over with, it was definitely her.

“Let us enjoy the rest of this evening, I would rather have you in my arms than to worry about anything else in this world.” Shesmetet pressed warming kisses to each of your fingers, dispelling any further worries from brewing and frothing over, gently leaning you into the pillows behind as he took his place beside you, his large coils curling around you lovingly.

“The break of day will bring another hurdle.” You reminded yourself softly, bringing the prince’s attention. “One that we will face together.” He kissed at your flesh once more tenderly. “I’m on your side, no matter what.” Your body coiled into the curve of his arm, using his rising and falling chest to rest your head as the two of you allowed sleep to take over.

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The Star of the Sea had ignored you at breakfast, her posture stiff as well as her face being wrangled free from her relaxed nature, painfully kissing her future sister in law’s cheeks dutifully as the food was being served around them. 

Quail eggs and blood sausages, fried and skewered lizard with a sea of fruits of all sorts that had been imported, but the Jade emperor’s children had picked at the food lightly as they sat in a stiff-necked silence. 

It was never this quiet, always the table had been filled with merriment and soft music, but the hall had been all-so dead with no soul to be heard. The staff had been too sapped of all life as they served the sweet wines to the royals silently.

The Princess Iseka had been sat next to her husband-to-be, dressed in a beaded headpiece that was nothing in comparison to Amvalma’s golden piece. Instead, hers took after the Jade court’s colours of deep greens and blacks; the small bells jingling in her braided hair whenever her head moved.

You had found Kira in the back of the room, and when you had gone to stand beside her from the opposite side of the room, she was already discreetly leading you out of the room with her hold around your wrist.

“Is it true? His Grace wishes to denounce his marriage to the Rising Sun?” Her voice was in a hushed whisper.

“How did you know?”

“I’m not surprised the entire court hasn’t heard of this, sparing the ears of the Emperor and Princess Iseka.” Her stance read disappointment, the motherly figure standing before you was all you needed in feeling more worthless. 

Her hands reached out towards you suddenly, feeling at your palms and forearms, onlooking the flesh for any bruises or marks. “He’s not forcing you to do this… His Grace… is he?”

“Gods, no, Kira.” You held her by her hands carefully, squeezing on emphasis. “His Grace hasn’t hurt me or threatened me ever since I was chosen to lay with him. This isn’t what I wanted… the gossip, the rumours being told from staff to be spread to the handmaidens then to someone who I wouldn’t want them knowing.”

Kira’s eyebrow raised in confusion. “…His Grace… The Young Flame is smitten with you, truly it seems.”

“He promises me my safety, but I do not know whether I shall be safe if he is not around always. He has been tired from his work, and I know where the grass lurks, snakes do too.”

“The worst ones for sure.” Kira gave a sympathetic smile, pulling something from her pocket as she pressed it into the palm of your hand. “My sweet, I hope that the Gods are kind to you. You are a bright soul too. I pray that Iseka never finds out.”

“Thank you, Kira.” You smiled woefully, looking to the gift she had given you: pressed into you palm was a golden amulet, its curves familiar to you in what was given to those for good fortune and help. “That was my sisters, but I know that this will come in handy for you more than I.”

“Oh, Kira.” You reached to hug the older woman, not expecting her to reciprocate it, but when you felt her arms wrap around your waist, you felt the tears spill from your eyes. “I’m so afraid.”

“I know, my sweet. But His Grace sees something in you that must leave him wanting more. No doubt of it, I see that he is more lifted when you are in the room.” She smiled and pulled back, wiping back your tears, glaring at the passing staff who gave odd looks. 

It got you thinking: how in the name of the Jade Empire were you going to get away from the grasps of Iseka? There was no doubt you would be able to, but you couldn’t think of any other ways of being able to be excused if something terrible were to happen.

Your thoughts for the rest of the day included trying to ignore any invasive thoughts that could endanger yourself, tending to be silent and obedient to those whenever they wanted something. 

Princess Amvalma had been ignoring you for the entirety of the day, and when it came to her tending to her affairs, you had been more than surprised when she had picked another one of her handmaidens to help her get ready for the night, brushing you and the other ladies-in-waiting with little regard.

It left you a bit heartbroken: knowing full well that this wasn’t going to as easy as Shesmetet had stated. Amvalma’s wroth was worse than I had expected. You thought as you walked the poorly-lit halls and passageways to get back to your chambers. And now, I was to be hated by her.

There had been the glinting of metal scraping along the golden marble as you looked up in time to bump into the tall figures; two exactly. Their amour was a burnt copper of rust and oranges, their bardiches glinting in contrast to their smooth scales of dark greens to pale browns. You didn’t recognise them to be of the royal Jade court guard, but the realisation was spreading quickly in your mind like wildfire. 

Oh, your thought had been, and then you had been grabbed at you and your noises of protest began.

They dragged you by each up back up the corridor you had come from, your protests and yelping for help came as futile when they had ignored you and spoke in tongues that you didn’t understand. Threats, and those blades had told you to keep quiet.

West then east, the corridors spiralled, growing confused and lost as to where you were going. Finally, their rough touches and hands pushed you to the ground as they halted, bowing as four others appeared from the loitering shadows.

You should’ve known that you were in deep waters when you heard the eerie noise grow closer and finally emerged out. The gleeful bells of misery.

“This is the one? The one they have been speaking of?” Princess Iseka’s was heavily laced with a thick accent and venom on her tongue from how she spoke so lowly of your presence, gliding out from the dimness to present herself.

Her size alone was smaller than the Star of The Sea, but she alone was still long and twice in height compared to you, dwarfing you like you were a meek mouse in the awaiting jaws of a cat.

Her bells didn’t stop jingling until she was standing up-close and above you, towering you with ease, her cat-like gaze acidifying at the sight of you, scowling. “A common base harlot, I see. This one stole my intended.”

Your body had rocked you with free that shocked your system from doing anything, shakily raising your hands above your head in a plea. “Forgive me, Princess—I never wanted any trouble.”

“And yet, you stole my betrothed, your Prince, and used your parts to get you into his bed.” She hissed lowly, and when you caught sight of the long pointed nails attached to her fingers, you flinched at what she would do.

“My Shesmetet, partaking in fucking human whores, how I will change his ways when we are wedded. As for you,” the same hand you had been looking at grabbed at you suddenly by your face, lifting you up in the air with ease by the grip around your throat, her nails digging into your skin painfully. “I will deal with you accordingly.”

You body scrambled to get some air, the tears falling like diamonds from your cheeks, dropping to her own flesh, blinding you from how much you begged in choked cries. 

“Such a pitiful little thing. I can see why he took interest in you, you were easy to break, I see. He will grow bored of you when I pretty you up for him. He will find you ever so comely.” She grinned amused, her eyes glinting with murderous intent.

You final wrack of a sob echoed through the dark hall, your thoughts going to whether the Gods themselves had been cruel to curse you like this. Iseka was right: you were more suited as a street whore than handmaiden to the heir. And you would be remembered as one for your crimes.

A deep rasping hiss broke the hostile air, Iseka herself had stiffened on sight, her gaze wavering to what was standing behind, her grip loosening bit by bit until she dropped you to the ground not so nicely in fear. 

The floor bruised your knees your skin blotchy and bloody as you gripped at your neck to get air in. When you had looked back to what was there, you realised you hadn’t been alone.

You recognised the colours: the jade and blacks, the glinting gold and gilded armour of the guards of the court, and charging in so dangerously and heatedly the Prince himself. 

You didn’t think the stare he was holding would make yourself quake: a look of such repugnance and abhorrence for the Rising Sun that you thought it had been originally for you.

With all power of his tail, he had parted through his guards down the middle like parting the sea waves, before growing himself to hover over Iseka, his eyes of liquid gold pooling with such spite and fury. “Get yourself out of my father’s court before I have my men cut you and your dogs into ribbons.”

The Rising Sun looked to be on the verge of tears at his threat - even her tears appeared to the colour of leaking gold. “But, m-my love!-”

“Don’t make me say it again, you heard me the first time. I don’t want to share your presence again.” He turned from her with little thought, with the Princess and you being left in hysteria from what had just happened. 

With his back to her, he called to his men with a beckon. “Escort the Princess to her chambers, I wish her good travels back to her court.”

Her pleas and cries could be heard as both she and the Jade Prince’s guards accompanied her out from the hallway, leaving the two of you alone once more. With the fury and resentment replaced with tenderness and devotion, Shesmetet collected you into his broad arms, hugging you tightly to his chest. 

“My love.” His voice was full of relief.

You didn’t care now whether or not you two had been alone now, for you had allowed yourself to fully cry in his presence, the Golden naga had embraced you warmly and allowed you to weep into his chest whilst he murmured softly and sweetly in reassurance.

“I’m… I’m sorry this all happened.”

“No, I’m sorry on her behalf.” Shesmetet began gravelly, pulling away to carefully wipe away a tear with the back of his finger. “I don’t think I have ever felt so much rage for what she almost did to you there. I could’ve sliced her in half in that very moment.”

You gasped softly to yourself: not thinking that he would do so much to protect you, but it warmed your chest and made your heart flutter with butterflies, the small sad smile that adorned your features brought him to tenderly kiss at your lips so fearlessly, not caring of who was there nor not.

“I will never let you out of my sight, you hear? I will never let another lay a hand on you again.” He promised softly, and you believed him truly. “But your father? Your sister? They will not be pleased with you dropping the marriage.”

The smile and laughter that erupted over the Gold Prince’s features were pleasing and beautiful to hear, his rich eyes drinking you in with so much appreciation and love.

“My sister knows so far as what I must do, but I know it is what I have to do for duty and for my family.”

You were expecting him to reject his love for you for his family and royal blood, but instead, he cradled you close as he kissed at your knuckles. “My father will not like the news when I tell him how much I wish to marry you.”

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Chapter 5: The Siege (part 1)

You gaze after him until he’s out of sight again, the same strange feeling from before distracting you to the point where you only notice the footsteps when they are right behind you.

This is part of the Run series, check out the masterlist for the other chapters

Word count: 9,2k whoops

Notes: Din Djarin x fem reader. As you can probably tell by the title, this is a AU/retelling of the season 2 episode. The whole destroy-the-base-storyline is still there, but I’ve changed the story a bit so that you can have an active role in it instead of simply following Din around. It includes a scene very much inspired by this particular tiktok hehe. I had to post this in two parts since I reached the post limit lmao.

Warnings: violence, swearing, feelinggggsss owyeahh

Summary: Cara Dune and Greef Karga ask Din to help them destroy a secret Imperial base. As it turns out, you’ve just scored an invitation to the party taking place in the mansion the base is hidden beneath.

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You look up from your book when the cockpit starts to get lighter by the minute. A glance outside tells you that you have entered Nevarro's atmosphere and a wide, rocky, volcanic landscape stretches out before you as far as the eye can see. Although Duugan is mostly covered in sand, the two planets are quite similar in their apparent desolation. On Duugan people are forced to settle near the places where water can be found, making agriculture -and therefore survival- possible. You’ve often gone into the desert at dusk to sit on top of a large dune and watch the sun sink into the sea of ​​sand. The beautiful colors the sky had turned in those moments had often put you in such a state of calm and wonder that you wouldn’t return home until it was too cold to sit still any longer. Duugan is a beautiful planet and its inhabitants are warm and hospitable. Too bad your now… complicated home situation will keep you from ever returning. You didn't have many friends there, but there are certainly people apart from Samick and Avlin that you will miss. However, after all that has happened, you aren’t sure if they will trust you anymore. The stories that are undoubtedly already being spread about you don't even have to deviate very much from the truth to scare them off. Certainly not for-

'Kira!' you blurt out.

The Mandalorian startles. 'What?'

'My girlfriend', you sigh, putting your forehead in your hand in desperation. 'Well, my would-have-been-girlfriend. She probably heard of my first escape and now she's going to hear how I killed my father and several guards and fled the planet… '

Din can't stop the wave of disappointment flowing through him and forces himself to say: 'He might have survived, if they got him to a good doctor. It's not like you stabbed his heart. '

The way you slightly shrink in your chair tells him that his remark wasn't quite as uplifting as he'd hoped.

'Still', you say, 'she hates violence and I'm fleeing halfway through the galaxy. Even if I found a way to see her again, there's no way she'd even want me anymore. Ugh, I always do this!' You rub your face in frustration. 'Every time I have a good thing going with someone, my recklessness sweeps in and ruins it. Last time, my ex and I were at a bar and when a girl came onto him, my drunk ass punched her in the face.'

Din silently smiles, for more than one reason. He would pay good money to see you drunkenly punch a flirting girl.

'Also, I ... might or might not have ... thrown a knife at her. If it wasn't for the alcohol, I would've hit and probably killed her. Needless to say, he immediately broke up with me.' You cringe at the memory. 'Luckily, my dad never found out.'

A silence falls as he starts the landing. When you look out the window again, you see that you’re just outside a town that appears to have been dug out of the rocky hills. A gigantic freestanding gate gives access to a wide street that is flooded with people. Vendors advertise their wares under self-fashioned sunscreens and people walk in and out of the houses embedded in the hills. Clouds of dark dust rise up as the Crest touches down and much to your surprise, you appear to be awaited. A dark-skinned man in a long coat and a very muscular woman slowly approach the ship, while Din shuts down the engines and gets up from his seat. You hastily put your book in your bag and hesitantly stop him when he’s about to leave the cockpit.

'Look, I need you to know that I'm eternally grateful for your help', you say, looking straight at where his eyes should be. 'And I'm sorry for everything that happened to you because of me-'

‘None of the things that happened there were your fault’, he interrupts.

For a moment you are dumbfounded, not entirely sure if you agree with him. 'Still, thank you. I was so relieved when you showed up. I don't really know what I would've done if you hadn't.'

'You would've found a way', he says, sounding so sure that you look away, your cheeks reddening. 'Besides, you did the most work in that courtyard.'

‘That's not true, my brother was a great help’, you shrug shily.

For a moment, he doesn't answer. Then he remarks: 'Chavez got away.'

You manage to keep your face neutral. 'I noticed.'

'Do you think he'll come after you?'

'Nah, he's got a city to run. Besides, he wouldn't be able to find me even if I walked around with a big-ass target on my back.'

'Good.'

The pod floats after him as he climbs down the stairs and before you follow him, you quickly wipe the dust off your face and loosely re-drape your headscarf. You throw your bag over your shoulder and climb down the stairs. As you walk through the hull and past the now empty pod to the lowered platform, voices reach your ears.

'And you, come here, little one! Has Mando been taking good care of you, huh?'

You smile at the tone clearly intended for the childs and hesitate for a moment, fiddling with your dress.

'Looks like you two have been busy', you hear the Mandalorian say.

'I myself have been steeped in clerical work', says the other male voice again. 'Marshal Dune here is to be thanked for cleaning up the town.'

Your hand grabs the handle of the dagger on your belt for a moment and with a deep sigh you muster all your courage. Then you step into the sunlight and walk down the platform to where two pairs of eyes immediately turn to you. All of a sudden you are very aware that you’re still dressed in your red wedding dress and that the gold paint on your arms glistens in the sunlight. Even though you've put your jewelry in your bag, you know you're more out of place than a shellfish in the desert. Determined not to show Din’s two friends your nervousness, you stop next to the bounty hunter.

'I knew I saw a beautiful face looking down on us,' the man says jovially, still holding the child, who clearly met him before, in his arms. 'Aren't you going to introduce us to your lovely companion, Mando?'

'These are Greef Karga and Cara Dune', says Din, after which he introduces you to them.

'Nice to meet you', you smile politely.

Dune sizes you up, no doubt wondering why the hell you look so dressed up.

'Where are you from?', she asks.

'Duugan.'

'Ah. How do you know this guy?'

'He... got me out of a bad place. Literally.'

She nods slowly and seems to settle for this vague answer for now. Then she turns to Din. 'Come, I want to show you something.'

As you pass through the meter-high gate, you ask nobody in particular: 'Is there a market here somewhere? I could use a new outfit.'

Karga points to a street on your left.

'There is a bazaar over there', he replies. 'You can meet us at my office when you're done.'

'Thanks! See ya'.'

You turn into the street before you can hesitate, your dress blowing in the wind. The staring eyes of the locals don’t escape you and you suddenly can't wait to get changed. The only other piece of clothing you have with you is your blue dress, which was still in your bag and is no less notable, so you will have to get some practical clothes. When you enter the network of streets full of shops and stalls, where many others are also doing their shopping at the moment, you curiously let your gaze glide over the merchandise. In addition to clothing, the vendors offer beautifully woven carpets, household items and all kinds of food that you’ve never seen before, from prickly fruit to delicious-smelling soup and crates full of strange-shaped nuts. As the chaotic mixture of scents enter your nose, you suddenly realize how hungry you are. A little later you’re, now a large piece of vegetable pie richer, looking at a stall with bizarre fruit, when a rough voice catches your attention.

'What’s a girl dressed like you doing on a planet like this?'

Annoyed, you look back at the messy-dressed boy who is looking at you with a grin that promises nothing good. Wisely, you decide not to dignify his question with an answer and turn back to the fruit, munching on the cake.

'Hey, I asked you something!'

Ignoring the boy, you point to a bright yellow egg-shaped fruit and ask the seller what it is. Just as he starts to answer, a strong hand grabs your pie-arm.

'Don't ignore me, you bitch!', the boy snarls.

Within a second, the point of your dagger is against his throat. His face turns white as a sheet and when the grip on your arm loosens, you calmly take another bite of your cake. He raises his hands defensively and walks back slowly, but you don't lower the dagger just yet.

'No need to get all aggressive', he grumbles, suddenly not so brave anymore.

You snort at his hypocrisy and look at him with your signature penetrating look.

'Don't you dare lay a hand on me', you growl. 'If you get near me again, I will literally stab you in the fucki- oh, dresses!'

Suddenly, you’ve forgotten all about the creep and you walk right past him to the stall on the other side of the street, while he looks at you in confusion and then quickly runs off. With your dagger still in your hand, you admire the simple but practical-looking clothing on display. The green-skinned salesman is watching you nervously, happy with the interest but a little afraid of your weapon. Just as your gaze falls on a long, dark green skirt, a warm smile reaches your ear. To your right stands a blond-haired young man wearing a light blouse and dark brown trousers, his hands in his pockets. The smile on his face is entirely different from that of the other boy, yet you don't put your dagger away just yet and you stay where you are.

'You'd think people were smart enough not to mess with heavily armed women’, he says, amused.

You give him a smile. 'There are stupid people on every planet.'

'I'm sure you're right.' He strolls over and holds out his hand. 'I'm Hal.'

After a moment's hesitation, you put the dagger back into its sheath and shake his hand.

‘Our friend handled it quite badly, but he asked the question that the whole town would undoubtedly want an answer to', Hal says as you put the last piece of cake in your mouth, wipe your hand on your dress and pick up the skirt to get a better look at it. 'Don't get me wrong, you look... beautiful. But… well… why?'

You raise an eyebrow at him and he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck.

'Sorry, I phrased that wrong. You're clearly not from around here and you look like you're dressed for some kind of occasion. I just...'

You decide to put him out of his misery for both your sakes.

'This is traditional Duuganese bridal attire.'

'Oh.' Hal blushes and unconsciously takes a step back. 'In that case, congratulations.'

'I didn't get married,' you say, just a little too quickly, smiling encouragingly. 'They couldn't make me.'

'Ah, well, good for you', he says with relief in his voice. 'So that's what brought you to Nevarro, then? You escaped?'

You almost cringe and force yourself to nod.

'Yeah', you sigh. ‘And that's why I desperately need new clothes. I didn't exactly have time to pack my bags.'

'Sounds like you've been through a lot, lately', he responds softly.

You absently rub your thumb on the fabric of the skirt in your hands. 'I guess I have.'

Then you quickly pull yourself back to the present and hold the pleated skirt in front of you. It falls mid-calf and appears to be your size.

'You could probably use something fun to put your mind off things', says Hal, while you grab a baggy white blouse from the stall. 'How about you keep that beautiful dress on for a little longer?'

You pay the vendor for the skirt and the blouse and then take a good look at Hal. You can't deny you find him attractive and he seems very aware of the fact that he shouldn’t get on your bad side if he doesn't want to meet one of your weapons.

'What do you propose?'

~

As you enter the small building where, according to a friendly local, the magistrate resides, you hear a familiar voice, which tells you that you’re in the right place.

'And you wanna mop up the last of the Imperial force before they do.'

'Mando, I just want them off my planet.'

'If we could take out that one last base, Nevarro would be completely safe', you hear Dune say. 'We could be a trade anchor for the entire sector. And the planet would finally be free. We just need a way into Mayweather's place.'

You walk into the room and Dune quickly clicks away a projection, but your attention is already drawn.

'Did you say Mayweather?', you ask curiously. 'As in Tomas Mayweather?'

Dune and Karga exchange glances. It’s the latter who answers.

'You know him?'

'Yeah,' you say, putting down your now very heavy bag, 'or, rather, my father does. Say about him what you want, but my dad sure was well-connected. I only met him once, years ago, when he came to Duugan for business. I didn't know he was from Nevarro. Why do you need to get into his house?'

'There's an old Imperial base hidden underneath his mansion', Din replies. 'We need to take out the skeleton crew stationed there.'

'What stopped you guys from kicking them out before?'

'Mayweather is an influential and wealthy man', Dune explains. 'Most of the businesses in town are his. We can't just waltz in there. Besides, we don't have the manpower or the watertight proof for it.'

'Why would he even hide them?'

Dune shrugs. 'Presumably, he gets paid handsomely for the protection his status gives them.'

'So you need a way in', you repeat with a straight face.

Karga squints suspiciously. 'Yes, we said that.'

You dramatically put your hands together in a thoughtful gesture, visibly enjoying the little play you're now putting on.

'If only there was some kind of big event to keep him distracted', you muse exaggeratingly. 'Something that would make him feel secure and not suspect that people are coming for him...'

'What are you getting at?', Dune asks, unable to hide her curiosity.

You spread your arms.

'A little birdie told me he's having a party later', you reveal with a big grin. 'And guess who's invited!'

~

'Nothing yet?'

The modulated voice in your ear almost makes you jump as you lean against the city gate, your hands behind your back and your jewelery softly jingling in the wind. You’re not quite used to the communication device hidden in your ear, which creates a non-stop connection between you and the Mandalorian’s helmet, since you need to be reachable and it would look highly suspicious if you were constantly sticking your finger in your ear to switch it on and off. Besides, you wouldn't even know how -Samick had often teasingly called you “technologically challenged”. The fact that Din can hear what you are doing and saying at all times makes you more nervous than you care to admit. Before you left, you made sure to go to the toilet and you don't plan on drinking anything all night, lest he has to hear things neither of you want him to. However nervous you may be, his digital presence does reassure you somewhat. After all, you’re about to go to the lion's den with a boy you barely know, who was supposed to pick you up at the city gate five minutes ago.

'No', you mutter with a sigh.

You look around again, but no trace of Hal. To be honest, you also have no idea how he’s planning to pick you up, so you don't know what kind of vehicle to look out for. Mayweather's villa is located in the hills outside the city, which means walking is not an option.

Hal had mentioned that guns are not allowed at parties like this one, but you’ve casually ignored that. You did leave your blasters behind, as well as your daggers, but your six throwing knives -which can also be held and used at close range- are attached to your legs. Dresses really do lend themselves well to hiding things on one’s legs. Few have the guts to search there without good reason.

Your gaze lands on the Razor Crest, which is parked a stone's throw from the gate. A couple of figures scurry around the ship, probably busy with some maintenance or refilling the fuel tank. For a moment you consider checking with Mando, but then you decide against it. He probably has better things to do, like preparing for the operation. 

The plan had sounded pretty simple: you infiltrate the party and make sure that Mayweather doesn’t get wind of what goes on beneath his feet, while Din, Karga and Dune sneak into the base and place explosives, after which you set a small fire and ensure that everyone clears the villa before it blows up. Not everyone at this party will be an Imperial sympathizer, so you made sure they added that last part to the plan. If you can help it, you don't want more innocent blood on your hands. Plus, everyone will be so busy with the fire that no one will pay attention to what's going on downstairs. Mythrol, a nervous man with blue skin and fins on his head, will take the others to the base with his landspeeder. The tension between him and Mando had been palpable; they've undoubtedly met before and given Mando's profession, you can probably guess why Mythrol was so nervous.

'Are you sure Mayweather won't recognize you?'

'No,’ you admit, 'but it's been at least ten years and I don't exactly look the same as I did then. And even if he recognizes me, it's still not the end of the world. I can't imagine he's already heard about my… actions. '

'Let's hope so.'

'Where's the kid, by the way?’, you ask.

You don't remember seeing him in Karga's office.

'School', is the short answer.

You blink, confused about the lack of context, still not quite used to how frugal the Mandalorian is with his words. Not that you can blame him; he probably used to be alone most of the time and the child is not exactly a great conversation partner, as he never replies -not in a language you or Din speak, that is. You’re not quite sure whether he actually understands what people are saying to him. Though, he seems to listen to Din. When he wants to, anyway.

Then a yellow two-person speeder enters your field of vision. It’s coming straight for the city gate and after a while, you recognize Hal's blonde hair.

'He's coming', you announce softly, while standing up and waving at him.

Your heart starts beating faster and for a moment you feel guilty for abusing his kindness. 

‘It's the right thing to do’, you silently remind yourself. ‘This is best for Nevarro.’

'Alright’, the man's voice sounds in your ear again. And, a moment later, as if he was hesitating, he adds: 'Be careful.'

A strange but warm feeling seems to wrap you in an invisible blanket, but the speeder is already so close that you can’t react without being noticed.

'Hey, Hal', you greet -partly to make that clear- when he comes to a stop right in front of you.

'Hey, sorry I'm late!', the young man shouts cheerfully. 'Jump in!'

You climb into the speeder and while Hal smoothly gets the speeder moving again, you mumble, only audible by the gods thanks to the sound of the engines: 'Oh Adur, give me strength...'

~

'How close do you want me to drop you off?'

Mythrol nervously eyes the area as he maneuvers the speeder through the pass, half expecting stormtroopers to show up at any moment to turn him into a smoking pile of blue pulp.

'How' bout the front door?', Karga says coolly.

'It's a little close for a civilian, isn't it?', he protests cautiously.

'I got two choices for ya’', Karga says sternly. 'You take us in and I knock a hundred years off your debt.'

Mythrol isn't sure if he wants to hear the other option. 'Or?'

'Or I leave ya' out here to walk home with whatever's left in your humidity vest and maybe the stormtroopers won't kill your blue ass before you dry out.'

'It's not much of a choice, is it?', the blue man grumbles under his breath.

The speeder quickly soars between the rocky walls towering over them, to where soon a large metal door emerges: the deserted-looking entrance to the Imperial base. Mythrol brings the speeder to a halt.

'All right, we can't go any further than this', he declares.

When the others get out, he stays seated, looking around and ready to fly away at the first sign of danger. Dune takes a look at the control panel next to the door, which is large enough to get a sizable spaceship through. Din scans the area, but the software in his helmet shows no signs of immediate danger. If he listens carefully, he can hear music coming from above them, where the party in the villa is clearly already in full swing. He had noticed that you didn't leave all of your weapons behind and he feels relieved for it. Judging from your story, Hal isn't the one he's concerned about. The question remains whether Mayweather will recognize you -and more importantly, whether he knows about the events on Duugan. If he has been warned about you, he also knows that you came with a Mandalorian. What conclusions he draws from that information is anyone's guess.

'We have a problem.' Dune's voice pulls him away from his pondering. She points to the panel. 'I recognise this technology. This security takes ages to override and if we do even one thing wrong, it'll send off an alarm.'

'And then our element of surprise is blown', Karga grumbles. 'They'll be way more on guard after that.'

'All right', Mythrol interrupts, starting the speeder again. 'I'm headed back. Hit me up on the comm, we can set up a rendezvous time. '

Karga whirls on him, losing his temper with the nervous employee.

'You park your gills right there until I say otherwise', he snarls.

'I'm starting to dehydrate, boss', Mythrol whines.

'Okay, how does thirty more years off your debt sound?'

He frowns thoughtfully and then sighs. 'Can you at least be quick about it?'

'We could be a whole lot quicker about it if we could get our hands on an access key', Dune says, with a meaningful look to the Mandalorian.

He understands the signal and unmutes his end of the comm. 'Can you hear me?' A clearly fake cough tells him you can't talk. 'We need a key to get in without alerting anyone. It should look like a thin bar about half the size of your hand. Can you get us one?'

You cough affirmatively and he mutes himself again.

'Are you sure that's a good idea?', Karga asks.

'She's our best shot', Din says evasively.

'Why was she traveling with you, anyway?', Dune wants to know.

He looks at her and carefully formulates his answer. ‘She needed a way out and I got caught up in the situation. We got away eventually. Got my ass handed to me a couple of times in the process, though. '

Dune gives him a wicked grin. 'I would've loved to see that.'

He wisely refrains from dignifying that with an answer. The cuts you caused in Lossith have not yet healed and still hurt with certain movements. You’d known very well where to hit him. By now you’d offered to bandage them four times, but he’d politely declined, insisting that you had every right to defend yourself. Besides the fact that the Creed wouldn’t allow it, he can't stand the idea of ​​your touch on his skin for some reason. The thought alone is enough to spark something deep inside his chest.

Suddenly he misses the sound of your voice in his helmet and he thinks back to the ride here, during which he was listening to how you told Hal about the Duuganese gods.

‘On Duugan we worship four gods', you’d explained. 'We have two suns and one moon. Dedis is the largest sun. He is the god of wisdom and the harvest, because his light allows things to grow. Adur is the smaller sun and Dedis' younger brother, as well as the god of dawn and strength. He goes down first and rises first and often quarrels with his brother, who always has the last word - that's why he goes down last. When they’re gone, Qalla, the goddess of the moon and water, appears. She watches over the dreamers at night and keeps the nightly travelers safe. Finally, you have Yris, the goddess of the ground under our feet. She gives life to all that breathes on Duugan.' You laughed shortly. 'Admittedly, there aren't many of those on such a dry planet -you know how it is- but still. All four of them protect us in their own way. That's a very comforting thought when you’re fleeing through the galaxy. '

His gaze travels up to the mansion again and a silent prayer floats up to the sky as well.

'Maker, keep her safe.'

~

Seemingly casually, you lean on the handrail that prevents you from falling off the gallery. From the open second floor, which wraps around the large courtyard, you can see just about the entire party. Nevarro's contemporary fashion is a true spectacle to behold: women are wearing brightly coloured dresses and they’ve created the most bizarre and elaborate braided updos with their hair, while men walk around in loose-fitting and equally colourful clothes. Their hairdos are even more striking: apparently it is a trend among the wealthy to grow a big mustache and sculpt it into curly shapes -the races that can do that, at least. In addition to humans, you have also recognized a Rodian, whose green reptile skin and antennae are unmistakable, and a beautiful female Twi'lek with copper-colored headtails. An energetic group of musicians is playing cheerful music and a couple of guests are dancing to the beat. Your eyes slide over the dozens of guests and land on Mayweather, who is busy talking to a small group of men. His red hair stands out against his bright blue robes and on his hands, with which he gestures enthusiastically, a number of large rings sparkle in the sunlight coming through the skylights. Luckily he doesn't seem to have noticed you yet, clearly busy with his job as host. Moreover, you’re positioned somewhat concealed behind one of the columns that carry the roof above your head and the storey you’re standing on.

Who would have a key to the hidden base? Mayweather, of course, but it would be too ambitious and dangerous to steal his. The various waiters, their beige robes a strong contrast with the colorful guests, probably have no business going down there. The security, on the other hand...

You push yourself up from the balustrade and hurry towards the stairs, the heels of your shoes clicking on the turquoise tiles covering the floors. Hal has been getting you something to drink for about five minutes now, so you have to be quick if you want to avoid him. Fortunately, even in this dress, you don't stand out too much from the rest of the attendees. Once downstairs, you move smoothly through the partying crowd, making sure you steer clear of Mayweather, towards a hallway that you suspect leads to the private part of the villa. In any case, that you’re not allowed to go there becomes clear when you catch a glimpse of a Zabrak security guard, recognizable by the numerous small horns on his head. You take a deep breath and then quickly stagger into the hall, grabbing your stomach and panically waving at the guard.

'Ma'am, you are not allowed to come here', he says immediately, taking a step in your direction.

You spot the key instantly, clipped to his belt with a ring. Bingo.

'A bathroom!', you cry. ‘I need a bathroom, I don't feel so good! What kind of food are you guys serving here?! '

The man looks at you hesitantly while you say this and before he can respond, you throw yourself into his arms, wailing dramatically. He manages to catch you, but almost falls over in the process. You take advantage of his instability by grabbing the key from his belt in the kerfuffle and hiding it in your hand. Only then does the hole in your plan dawn on you: your dress has no pockets.

The Zabrak awkwardly pushes you away. 'The bathroom is that way.'

'Thank you, good sir', you squeak. 'I'm gonna go puke now.'

You quickly turn around and place the hand with the key on your chest in a dramatic gesture, stumbling back down the hall.

'Hey!'

You keep walking, even though you start panicking for real now, but you hear his footsteps coming after you. Silently cursing, you try to figure out where to hide the key and make a mental note to have pockets made in your dresses and skirts.

'Did you just steal my key?!', the guard snarls, firmly grabbing your arm. 'Give it back. Now. '

You open your mouth for a really ill-prepared defense, but then you hear a familiar voice behind you.

'What's going on here?'

Hal walks into the hallway and glares at him.

'She stole my key, Mr. Mayweather', the Zabrak replies.

The blood in your veins goes cold. Mayweather? Hal is Tomas's son?

'What?' Hal turns to you. 'Is that true?'

Your hand is still on your chest, just above the collar of your dress, and suddenly you realize there is only one place to hide the key now. As you turn toward Hal, you let the thin bar slip down your dress and pray to all your gods that no one sees it. Much to your relief, it doesn't immediately fall out of the other end of your dress and instead get stuck between your boobs, safely out of sight under the red fabric.

'Of course not', you pout, grabbing your forehead. 'I'm just looking for the bathroom, I’m feeling rather unwell.'

Every trace of suspicion disappears from Hal's face and with a short gesture he orders the guard to let you go. He reluctantly obeys.

'Can't you see she's sick, you idiot?', the boy barks. 'Look at her, she's white as a sheet! You just lost your key somewhere.'

You have no intention of telling him why you’re really turning white and you let yourself be supported by a concerned Hal. He accompanies you to the bathroom and then offers to get you a glass of water. You nod and enter the ladies room, but ignore the toilet.

'Hey,' you whisper as soon as you hear him walk away, 'I have the key.'

'Good', the warm voice of the Mandalorian says almost instantly. 'Can you get to the balcony on the east side?'

You noticed it when you were on the second floor earlier, so you respond affirmatively. Quickly, you open the door and when the coast turns out to be clear, you slip towards the stairs. Your braided bun wobbles up and down on the back of your head as you run upstairs, past a man and a woman who had clearly hoped for some privacy in the closed stairwell. Your headscarf falls down on your shoulders, but you ignore it and turn right twice, into a narrow corridor that opens onto a beautiful, gracefully domed balcony hanging many meters above the pass below you. It offers an amazing view of the volcanic, hilly landscape, but that doesn’t interest you very much at the moment. Panting, you put your hands on the balcony edge. What now?

Then you hear a strange, motor-like noise and the next moment, the Mandalorian appears in front of you. You almost let out a scream and step backwards.

'How are you doing that?', you hiss in bewilderment, staring at the man floating in the air.

'Jetpack', he answers shortly. 'Where's the key?'

It's his turn to be baffled when you put your hand down your dress and pull out the key. Suddenly he’s very glad that you can’t see his face.

The metal is still warm from your skin when you put it in Din's gloved hand.

'Go and blow up some stormtroopers for me, will you?', you say with a smile.

'Will do. Thanks.'

With those words, he flies away again. You gaze after him until he’s out of sight again, the same strange feeling from before distracting you to the point where you only notice the footsteps when they are right behind you.

~

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The next two months flew by. Every day she woke up missing the presence of Izuku next to her. This morning was no different, she ran her hand over the sheets imagining him there. "Kira." A voice called from outside the door before creeping it open. Inko stood on the other side an apron covering her front. "breakfast is ready." Her voice was smooth. Kira sighs pushing back the comforter. Her stomach wash swollen. She was now close to three months pregnant and she hadn't seen Izuku since the day she left. She was surrounded by people but she couldn't help but feel lonely. She stumbled to the kitchen where everyone sat around a small circular table. Eggs from the chickens had been scrambled and bacon from the town general store was the usual menu. Today was no different. She plopped into the chair between Tsunagu and Toshi. Stretching her back she yawned.

"That kid causing problems against." Tsunagu asked, Kira's hand rested in her every growing bump. "he's definitely not making it easy that's for sure." Toshi quirked an eyebrow. "He?" "Mom's intuition." Miruko smirked at the girl as she stuffed a piece of bacon into her mouth. After breakfast Kira helped Inko clean up, the dishes clinked in the soapy water a tense feeling laying over the two. Kira had snapped at her a few days ago and hadn't really apologized. "I miss him." Kira whispers gripping the side of the sink. Inko looks to the girl, her face sad. "Me to honey me to." She rubs Kira's arm before walking out of the room. It was obvious that she wanted to be left alone. The house was stirring with energy and It was giving her a headache. She stepped out of the back door and headed to the barn. The old screen door swinging shut behind her. A can full of bird seed sat on top of the garbage. With a sigh she swiped it digging her hand into the can. The chickens flocked to her feet. "Needy little bastards." "What'd the chickens do to you?" Tsunagu asked from the door. Kira shot him a look over her shoulder, shrugging. She thought she had made it clear she didn't want to talk. The roster crowed from the roof of the chicken coop. "I named him Tamaki," He pointed to the male bird. "After your brother." No one had brought up her brother, well no one but Izuku. To be honest she wasn't in the mood. She let out a sarcastic hum. Tsunagu's footsteps came closer grabbing the old coffee can from her hands. "You need to talk to somebody." The girl met his eyes his stare tense. "It doesn't have to be me, But someone Kira." The girl grit her teeth and made her way to the barn. But he wasn't giving up that easy. "Your just like him you know. Stubborn and self destruc-" "I am nothing like him!" She snarls whipping around on her heel. Her brown hair catching the breeze. "I didn't keep bunch of secrets for everyone to figure out! I didn't get myself caught up with some of the most dangerous villains in Japan! And I sure as hell didn't leave him when he needed me the most!" She took a breath "Like I need him now." He watched the girl before speaking. "But didn't you." He spoke carefully. The words hit Kira hard. "what do you mean." Her voice was weak she knew exactly what he meant. "at least that's what you keep telling yourself." He stepped towards the girl, who then took a step back. "I can see the guilt eating away at you." She shook her head tears pouring she wrapped her hands instinctively around her stomach. "y-you don't know what you're talking about." Her voice quivered she didn't know why she continued to hide it. It was clear he could see right through her. She bit her lip to keep the sobs from escaping. "You have the same look your brother had when he came to kill me." Tsunagu smiled before shaking his head. "Kira, you Tamaki's are so easy for me to read." Kira plopped onto a hay bale Tsunagu sat next to her. "No one blames you." She leaned her arms against her knees. "I do." "I know." He rubbed his hand on her back. Missy -the old dog- padded over to her rubbing against her legs. Kira ran her hand down her back. "If I would have been there..." she stopped sniffing.

"You would have been delaying the inevitable. Hawks had been paranoid for years and you know that." Kira nodded. The dog had laid at her feet after giving her hand a few quick licks. Tsunagu shifted pulling an envelope out of his pocket. 

"From your brother." She grabbed the paper unfolding it carefully.

Dear Tsunie,

How's the farm life treating ya, must be pretty good cause I haven't heard from you in a while. I just wanted to let you know about little bird. She's number two now. How time flies yeah. I'm so proud of her not that I'd ever tell her that. Write me back and tell me about the chickens. Miss you man

-Hawks

"He was proud of you, and the person you're becoming." She nodded rereading the letter. Him and his dang bird jokes. 

"He would hate to see you like this and he definitely wouldn't want you blaming yourself." Kira nodded looking back down at Missy. She pats the dogs head again.

"Your right you know." She sighs rubbing her face with her free hand.

"Of course, I am."

"I've been a really jerk haven't I." Tsunagu rubbed the top of her head

."I'm not going to answer that." Kira had finished feeding all of the animals and had made her way back inside. She was lounging on the couch Miruko in the chair flipping through some outdated magazine she had found. Kira popped another stick of pocky in her mouth. The front door slammed open and Miruko was on her feet in an instant. Kira's heart raced as she prepared herself for a fight. But when she looked to the doorway the one person she wanted to see was standing there. His green hair was longer and the bags under his eyes deeper.

"Kira." He breathed as she launched herself towards him. Wrapping her arms around him.

"What are you doing here!" she asked ecstatic it felt amazing to be in his arms again.

"I got some time off I needed to see you." He pulled back and grabbed her face pulling her lips towards his. The kiss was everything that Kira had been missing these last months. Sweet and soft. Reassuring her that everything was going to be alright.

"Guys really." Miruko was still standing by the chair her magazine halfway across the room. They both looked to the girl before breaking out in laughs. Izuku chuckled as he looked down, his smile growing as it landed on her stomach. His hands landed on her stomach, Kira cringed as the baby protested against his touch. Izuku looked at her his eyes wide.

"Did it-wha-are-" he stummbled over his words as the baby kicked again. Kira giggled a smile adoring her face for the first time since she left the city. She felt happy she had her own little family back together. Inko strode into the room having just gotten back from the store.

"Who's car is- ZUKU!" the woman tackled her poor son hugging him and kissing his cheek. Kira lost it plopping back onto the couch. Her laughs filled the house as the rest of the "fam" found their way in. The look on Izuku's face when he saw Best Jeanist added to her pure joy. She looked around the room, a feeling rising in her stomach. She felt her brother, his presence. The way he could light up a room. She knew in that moment that everything was going to be alright.

[jennygirl2014]

Just Deserts-Chapter 2

(It’s finally here!  Sorry for the delay! I didn’t proofread or edit yet, so please don’t hate me, I will fix it up later. I just wanted to get it up.  Thanks for reading!)

Chapter Summary: Tawney goes over to Ransom’s for the first time, hoping to keep it professional.  But of course the arrogant asshole has to try and get under her skin.) Warnings: language, some mild racism.

Chapter 2

“This guy could be a murderer.” Kira’s voice carried over the kitchen.  She was busy getting her station set up for the day, having just arrived.  Meanwhile, even though it was only a little after ten in the morning, Tawney was cleaning up her mess for the day.  “Or a rapist. You don’t know.  Call him up and tell him to shove his deal up his ass.”

“And how else do I pay to have the car fixed without insurance?” Tawney replied as she placed the last of her dishes in the industrial dishwasher.  “He was gonna call the cops!”

“We could have a bake sale. You know people love your desserts. We could raise the money somehow.” Kira walked over, wiping her wet hands with a rag.  

“Cupcakes aren’t going to fix this, Ki.” Tawney finally looked her friend in the face.  “Besides, I don’t even have his number.”

“Even more reason not to go!” Kira fussed, “Seriously.  You’re signing up to be some creepy stranger’s house maid.”

“It’s just cooking and baking.  How else can I pay to have a freaking Beemer fixed?”

“A Beemer?  Fucking rich dickhead…” Kira scoffed.  

“If things get creepy, I’ll leave.”

“You better.  And you better not let him talk down to you.  If he does, slip something extra into a pie or something.” Typical Kira.

              Tawney knew her friend meant well, and she had every right to be concerned.  The truth was, Tawney really was nervous about the whole thing, but she didn’t see any other options at the moment.  After she had managed to get home the night before, she could barely sleep, between the adrenaline, the guilt, the anxiety of the unknown, and also not having a working air conditioner.  She still managed to roll out of bed and make it into work, extra early, at 2AM, just to be sure she could leave to get to this stranger’s house by noon.  Her lack of sleep was likely clouding her judgement as well, but she didn’t have time to worry about that.  She was just grateful that her boss loaned her a spare key and that he had given her permission to go in so early.  

              She had to use her GPS to find this guy’s house, which meant keeping her phone within sight, something that she was terrified over after how using her phone while driving had resulted the night before.  During the drive she was scolding herself for agreeing to this, this guy, Ransom, was a complete stranger.  Hell, he could have been a real perv, especially after how he jumped at the idea of being paid in other forms the night before, something that was not on her mind at all.  But he was a good looking guy, he was likely used to women just dropping to their knees for him.  Well, that wasn’t who she was.  And once she pulled into the driveway and finally saw this guy’s house, she was sure he was used to having all sorts of female company.  He was secluded, his house hidden by a wall of trees, yet practically the whole house was made of glass.  So many windows, so much to see, and like there was nothing he had to hide.  Just stepping foot into this house, she was going to feel exposed.  

              Her car rattled into a spot next to his and she parked it.  The damage on his car really wasn’t as bad as hers had been, and she eyed the scratched up side of his car before she fought with the broken handle to release the door to get out.  Every foot step up to his door made her heart pound harder, and her knife bag felt heavy as it hung from her shoulder.  When she was close enough to press the doorbell, she froze, thinking.  She still had time to run away, she could turn back and race out of there without him even knowing she was there.  How would he know?  How would he find her?  Maybe she could get away with this whole thing, no service required.

              Just as she started to weigh the decision in her mind, the door swung open and there he stood, the same man from the previous night. His blue t-shirt fit relaxed on his broad frame, but it still showed off a certain physique that caught her eye.  Hell, her eyes fell right onto his chest, and she instinctively held her breath.  “Good, you found the place.  I saw you walking up.” He spoke as he opened the screen door and held it open for her. Of course he saw her, all those windows. She still stood in place, like her feet were cemented to that spot on his top step.  She had a sinking feeling about stepping past that threshold, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. “Are you going to stand there, or are you going to come in?” he grew annoyed.  She put her guard up and stepped in past him.  

              Her eyes scanned the place.  Was this the place of a murderer, or a rapist, or a crazed pervert? It seemed more like the palace of a man who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, a man without a care in the world, but all of the expectation.  It was big and spacey, and it made her feel so small, like she was being swallowed up. His furniture was leather, the hardwood was perfectly polished, and the smell in the air, dark and masculine, like pine, fresh and clean.  She did not belong in that house, standing in her already stained chef coat, wearing the sweat and smells of working eight hours in a kitchen.  This was all too pristine, too high class.  She felt vulnerable.

              She turned to him, to see him in his own habitat, and she was slightly alarmed to see him just standing there, eyeing her. She gulped and wet her lips, not knowing what to say, or how to even speak in such a situation.  Luckily, he handled that first awkward moment for her. Not to her surprise, this man likely has no sense of shame.  

“You look like you came from work.”

“I did come from work.” She replied.  

“Oh.” He shrugged it off, like working a full day before going to a second job was nothing. “Come on, I’ll show you the kitchen.” He walked ahead of her and led her into a large open kitchen. The countertops were marble, there was an island range and two ovens stacked into the wall on the far side.  Everything was dark rich tones with pops of stainless steel, perfectly collaborated.  This was her dream kitchen, a kitchen meant for hosting and cooking large elaborate meals, and it looked like it had never been touched.  He had no idea how lucky he was, or how much she envied him at that moment. “My maid, Maria, comes early every morning.  She just left, so, the kitchen is all ready and clean for you.” He informed her.  Tawney walked over to the island counter and set her bag down, looking around a bit more before opening up her bag and unrolling her tools.

“I clean up after myself.” She told him

“Why?  I just told you I have a maid.” He pulled out a stool and took a seat across from her.  

“Because I don’t like having other people clean up after me.” She replied as she pulled out a small notebook and a pen.  

“Suit yourself.”

“So,” she drew in a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, and then sighed. “What kind of stuff do you like?”

“What do you mean?” she couldn’t believe his casual response.

“Like…what kind of foods do you like?” she paused, “You have had a cook before, right?  I mean, you said that last night.  Clearly they must have had some recipes you preferred.”

“Okay, miss sassy pants,” he took a small jab at her before he answered, “I’m a meat and potatoes kind of guy.  I like my protein.  I’m not a huge fan of vegetables or fish, but I’ll eat them if prepared to my liking.”

“Which means…?” she started taking notes down.

“Nothing boiled.  Sautéed is fine, roasted is fine.”

“Okay.”

“I like a good sandwich for lunch.  Breakfast I usually handle myself, just eggs and toast, so you’re off the hook there. At least for now.”

“At least for now?” she repeated his statement and looked up to make eye contact with him. “What…what does that mean?”

“It means sometimes I might like a nice cooked breakfast.”

“…I have a job, dude.” She reminded him.  “I have to work.”

“That’s not my problem.” He replied with a smug smile. “You damaged my car, which means you work when I need you, or I report it.  I’ll let you know ahead of time, that way you can work something out with your boss.”

“I’ll need twenty-four hours’ notice.”

“I was thinking more like a couple hours.”

“No, that won’t work.” She got annoyed.

“Okay, twelve.”

“Fine.” She gave in.

“And don’t call me dude.” He started to lecture her, “I’m not one of your homies.” That one wasn’t going to fly.

“Okay,” Tawney lifted her pen only to drop it and lay her hands on the marble as she addressed him. She wanted him to know how serious she was. “I may be young, and I may have damaged your car, for which I am sorry. But I’m here now, in a professional manner.  Which means, I show you respect,” she pointed to herself, “And you show me respect. Now it doesn’t take a detective to figure out we’re from different sides of the track, but…you will not talk to me like I’m some girl from the ghetto.  I worked hard to get where I am today.  And if you have any qualms about hiring a black girl, you can go ahead and call the cops about your car and then find yourself another cook because I won’t stick around for it.”

Ransom looked at her with wide eyes.  But then he scoffed and his expression turned to that of amusement.

“Wow.  Okay.  Well as long as we’re laying down rules,” he leaned in, “This is my house.  I don’t appreciate you showing up in a stained uniform, it looks messy.  And if you wanna talk about being a professional,” he tilted his head at her, “See what I’m saying?  So, bring a clean one.  No blasting music, no hanging out on your cell phone, you’re here to cook.  If I had guests over, I’ll let you know, but this contract is extended to them too.  If friends are here and they’re hungry, they’re going to get fed.  Got it?”

“Fine.” She felt like he was just trying to even the score some.  

“And I don’t have any qualms, just so you know.” He tossed that last part out there for affect. There was a moment of silence between them, like they were measuring each other up.

“We got off topic.” Tawney changed the subject back, “What do you like?  As far as food.” She clarified again.

“Italian.”

“There, that wasn’t so hard.”

“If you expect respect, then you’d better start giving it too. Missy.” He warned her.

“My name is Tawney.”

“That’s right, I forgot.” He rubbed his chin, “What kind of a name is Tawney, anyway?”

“Family name.  What kind of a name is Ransom?”

“You know I’m starting to regret not having you address me as Hugh.” He countered as he cut his eye at her.

“So, Italian,” she came back to topic, “What else?”

“Chinese.  Not a huge fan of Mexican.  Never been a fan of collard greens or chitlins.” He started to push her buttons again.  Tawney realized this was going to be a never- ending battle.  He thought he was being funny.

“Dessert?” she refused to let him see her get worked up.

“Oh yeah.  I’ve got a real sweet tooth.” When he finished his statement, she caught his eyes scanning her again.  

“Custards?  Cakes?”

“Cookies, pies, brownies…”

“Is that another cheap shot?”

“What?  Saying I like brownies?” he sat back and held his hands out in defense, but the smile was still sporting nothing but amusement. He knew what he was doing.

“What am I making today?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t thought that far.  But Maria brought groceries this morning.  Take a look around and see what you can come up with.” He stood up from the stool.  “Call it an audition.” He turned to walk away, but stopped and turned to her again.  “One more thing, don’t go snooping around the house.  The kitchen is on this floor, there’s no need for you to go upstairs.”

“Why would I go upstairs?”

“Exactly.” He paused, “I mean, unless you’re invited.”

Dick.

“I’m just fine right here.” She abruptly closed her notebook and turned to get to work.

              Ransom walked off into the living room while Tawney marched over to his fridge to figure out something.  She figured she would make enough food for him to last two days, he has said three days a week the night before, so maybe she could get away with not having to come again the following day.  She found some ham and roast beef for sandwiches, different cheeses, some ground beef, a couple tomatoes and a couple other things.  Then she went through the cupboards next, finding pasta, different spices, but not a whole lot.  She wondered what his previous cook had been doing, or how long he had gone without a cook. It was clear this guy wasn’t much into cooking for himself.  Then of course she had to come up with a dessert, since he had mentioned having a sweet tooth, and really, why not do one? There wasn’t a lot available, but she could figure something out.

“When was the last time you had a cook?” she called out to him.

“It’s been like a month I guess.” He replied from his couch, where he was sitting on his phone.  She wondered what rich people did during the day, by the looks of this guy, not much.

“What was your last cook’s name?” she asked another question as she found a bowl in the cupboard and pulled it down.  

“Tim…something…can’t remember his last name.  He didn’t stick around long.” Then he added, “They never really do.” His statement made her heart sink, she felt like her goose was cooked before she even had the chance.

“I’m going to need more things from the store, eventually.  There’s not a ton here.”

“Make a list, I’ll have Maria get them tomorrow.”

“Where does she shop?”

“God you ask a lot of questions.” He turned his head from the couch to shoot her an annoyed look.

“Never mind then.” She retorted and went about her business.  “Prick.” She muttered under her breath.

              Within a couple minutes, she had prepared him a sandwich with apple slices and some chips.  She arranged everything on a plate and called out to him when it was ready. He came over, took it from her, grabbed a can of soda from his fridge and went back to his spot on the couch to watch TV.  She figured if he didn’t like ham and cheese, he would say something, and when he didn’t, she figured everything was fine and she was ready to move on with tomorrow’s sandwich.  She caramelized some onions for a roast beef sandwich with swiss, and she made a garlic aioli and toasted the bread to keep it from going too soggy.  Next came a lasagna, which she threw together with the cans of tomato sauce he had in his pantry, but it was lacking without any fresh herbs.  Ransom saw this as he placed his plate in the sink.

“You’re using canned tomato sauce?”

“Well you don’t have a ton of fresh tomatoes or herbs, so…” she trailed off, keeping her eyes on the meat she was browning.  When she noticed that he wasn’t walking away she looked up at him. “I can’t make herbs appear out of thin air.”

“Just put it on the list.” He quickly reminded her of the list and walked away.  Tawney’s eyes went wide with annoyance, but she maintained her composure.

“How was the sandwich?” she genuinely wanted feedback.

“I like fresh tomato and lettuce on my sandwiches.  I would hope that a cook can dress up a sandwich…”

“I’ll put stuff on the list!” she snapped at him before he could finish.  The man shook his head and walked off.  She puffed out her frustration and rolled her shoulders.  He wasn’t making this easy.  

              The lasagna came out as best as she could manage without the ingredients she would have hoped for.  What was most annoying about all of this was that she knew how to make good food, and she wanted that good food on her own table, but she couldn’t afford to live like that.  The lasagna with canned tomato sauce was something she would whip together for herself, because it was cheaper.  Here he was complaining and it was out of being lazy.  Every minute in that house and every minute in Ransom’s presence reminded her of how different their worlds were.  The food still smelled good, and it would still taste good, but he was just looking to find fault in all of it.  Matters were made worse by the fact that she was exhausted, and that she was starving.  Her stomach was rumbling and starting to hurt.  It was almost like being teased, making so much food and not being able to eat. When Ransom came over to get a glass of water, he happened to hear her stomach growling.  She swallowed her embarrassment and looked away as he eyed her.

“Hungry?” he sounded like he was mocking her.

“I haven’t eaten in ten hours.” She defended herself.  Ransom leaned against the counter with his glass of water, watching as she washed up the dishes she had used.  

“Aren’t you going to make a dessert?”

“Yeah, I’m just cleaning up a little.” She tried not to make eye contact with him, but he lingered there.

“You can eat something if you’re hungry.” He offered.  Tawney was surprised by his suggestion; he didn’t seem the type to allow her to eat.

“I…I didn’t think you would…you know…” she didn’t know how to word whatever it was she was trying to say.

“I don’t care if you eat.” He snapped at her as he walked out of the kitchen.  It was odd, like he was angered by her assumption.  How else was she supposed to interpret his attitude? She settled on eating an apple and getting back to work.  

              The lack of ingredients made it difficult to think up a good dessert, but any dessert would have worked at that point.  She would have to settle for the idea of wowing him with a dessert another time.  The most curious part about making a dessert for this man was trying to figure out why she cared.  He wasn’t the nicest guy, and she was there to settle a debt, so what did it matter? It had to have been her love for baking that made her so consumed with the idea of making something special.  Afterall, she was in her dream kitchen, and not on a time restriction, she had the chance to make something special.  Maybe that was the silver lining in all of this.  Yeah the guy was a complete asshole, but she could really flex her culinary muscles in this kitchen.  She could perfect a couple techniques that could maybe lead to a better job one day.  Maybe it wasn’t all that bad.

              It was about half past four when Tawney finished cooking and baking.  She was exhausted and ready to call it a night, but she made sure to clean up and leave a detailed list on the counter.  As she was putting away her knives and tools, Ransom came back into the kitchen.  He looked around, inspecting the space.  The lasagna was sitting on the stove and a plate of cookies was sitting neatly on the counter.  He then turned to Tawney, as if waiting for her to explain herself.

“The lasagna just needs to be reheated, you can either cut a piece and put it in the microwave or reheat it in the oven.  It’s up to you.  I made a roast beef sandwich for you for lunch tomorrow.  It has swiss and caramelized onions and—"

“You’re not coming tomorrow?” he interrupted her.  Tawney managed the coolest face she could muster at the moment.

“You said three days a week. I made enough food that you shouldn’t need me tomorrow.” She explained to him.  He huffed and turned to look at the cookies. “These are lemon ricotta cookies. I figured there was leftover ricotta, and you had a lemon, and I couldn’t think of much else.  The glaze is lemon flavored with a little zest.” She described the dessert she had made.  Ransom reached out and snatched a cookie up from the plate, and he eyed her suspiciously as he bit into the soft cookie.  Tawney kept her gaze on him as well, trying to get a read on him.  It was like some kind of standoff, like he was trying to think of a reason to make her stay longer or come over the following day.  She was worried he may have hatched something in his mind, but when he looked down at the other half of the cookie in his hand and nodded to himself, she figured that was him expressing his satisfaction.

“Not bad.” He gave the closest thing to a compliment she was going to get.  Screw him, she knew those cookies were amazing.  

“The list is there on the counter.  Anything else?” her tone sounded triumphant, and why shouldn’t it?  She was proud of herself.  

“I guess not.” He sighed, “So Wednesday?” he confirmed.

“Yes, I’ll be here.  And in the meantime, please try to come up with a list of go-to recipes.” She politely requested.  Ransom dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone.  

“I still need your number.”

“Right,” she proceeded to give him her number and he shoved his phone back into his pocket.  

“I guess that’s it.” Ransom excused her, and she wasted no time in grabbing her bag and heading for the door.  She was beyond grateful to be leaving.  The thought of a shower and a full night of sleep sounded like heaven.  She hurried to the door, where Ransom opened it for her, and as soon as she stepped out, he closed it loudly behind her.  

              Tawney managed to stay awake on the drive home, probably because she kept her foot on the gas and the music blasting.  She felt like she could breathe again, like the air was fresher and clear once she left his place.  And she relished the fact that she wouldn’t have to go back the following day. She was hoping she wouldn’t hear from him, that he would just ask his maid to go shopping and that would be the end of it.  Her phone chimed in her pocket, and she was sure it was Kira making sure she was still alive and in one piece, but she wasn’t going to answer it until she got home.  Lesson learned.  Once the car was in park and she was only moments away from stepping into her muggy apartment, she reached into her pocket to retrieve her cell phone and read the text message.  It was from a new number, someone not in her contacts.  

You left some crumbs on the counter. Thought you were going to clean up after yourself.

              She could have thrown her phone out the window. Was this man hell bent on getting under her skin?  She didn’t even bother texting him back, there really was no need to.  He could be mad about it if he wanted to be, but she wasn’t going to waste her time with his nonsense, not while she was off the clock. But still, that message was another reminder of what she was getting herself into, and likely warning of what was yet to come.

“Asshole.” At least she didn’t have to hide her true feelings for him while she was out of his house.

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[scythemaster1]

p4 stands, pros and cons

note, i am mostly just doing plot important stands/stands of the main characters

crazy diamond:

pros:

good color scheme and aesthetics

humanoid/armour type

ability is pretty good

cons:

implications of his abilities are confusing

non-sentient

makes people really wanna be ableist

star platinum

pros:

semi-sentient

good aesthetics

friend

can hault time

cons:

hes a stand why does he have so much ass

does this imply that while jotaro is not thick, he has a thick personality

doesn't get enough screentime in p4

the hand

pros:

i like his ability, it's pretty creative

he can teleport

cons:

non-sentient

not enough screentime

frowning

echoes

pros:

creative

fully sentient

looks like a lizard, non-humanoid

cons:

confusing implications

lowkey annoying

has multiple abilities, which is a little strange

this isn't a pro or a con but that scene where he manifests for the first time and everyone's like "did you just fucking lay an egg??"

heaven's door

pros:

creative

he looks cool

cons:

rohan

it's kinda creepy ngl

non-sentient

killer queen

pros:

semi-sentient

good design

she is kindof badass

bites the dust was kinda cool

cat stand solidarity

cons:

she was unfortunately kiras stand. nerfed her

red hot chili pepper

pros:

he's a fucking bird lizard

electric

mostly sentient

cons:

he laughs bad

killed okuyasus brother..

has a p*nis

love deluxe

pros:

animated hair

white hair is fucking sick as hell and it's a shame araki cannot recognize this

cons:

not enough screentime

cinderella

pros:

pretty cool

good design

upgraded kiras look

cons:

araki, women dont need to me conventionally pretty to be loved..

highway star

pros:

semi-sentient iirc

he's very fast and has a very good smell *and* is humanoid

cons:

also dummy thick

stray cat

pros:

fully sentient

pretty

is a fucking cat *and* a plant

cat stand solidarity

cons:

kira :^/

cheap trick

pros:

bullies rohan

makes rohan make a complete embarrassment of himself, publicly

bastard

cause for an incredible fucking scene when he's defeated

cons:

i don't like his voice

earth wind and fire

pros:

shape shifting

mikitaka..

caused rohans fucking house to catch fire

cons:

not enough screentime

not a stand

technically doesn't belong on this list

but im putting him here anyway

[kee-writestrashh]

Guns for Hire

Ramsay Bolton x Reader

ao3

Summary:  You are the wife to the Heir of the Red Kings, Ramsay Bolton. living the undercover life of a mob wife has its perks, and you love your husband. But you find out something that seems to unfold a series of unwanted events…

Chapter 29: Leavin’ on a Jet Plane

"Do you have any idea how nice it is to wear fucking sweats and a tee and just lay the fuck in bed?" You yawned, stretching and curling up in a ball under the covers.

Kira simply scratched her ear, her collar and tags clinking noisily.

The morning had been slow, and very comfortable. Outside of bathroom breaks you hadn't been out of bed since Ramsay had left for work at seven.

Your phone vibrated from somewhere in the tangle of blankets and sheet.

You dug around until you found your phone under Ramsay's pillow.

[Rams: what are you doing?]

[you: laying in bed. you?]

[Rams: thinking about fucking you. send nudes.]

Your face warmed as you reread the message.

[You: I suppose I can do that. I need to get around anyways....]

You slid out of bed, stretching again, and stepping into the closet and pulling your most casual clothes free of their hooks.

Ripped jeans, grey tank, and a soft flannel. Ramsay liked to call the look "boot scootin boogie". Or when you paired it with your leather jacket he called it "Winchester Whore".

After sending a handful of pictures and going through your shower and make up routine it was almost time for you to meet with Whit and Jared.

You had given them the address to a hole in the wall BBQ joint in a less desirable part of town. But you figured it wouldn't be overwhelming or make you too noticeable. You knew how to blend in, comfortably.

You sat, waiting at a stoplight when you saw something that made your pulse quicken.

You immediately made a blind grab for your phone and dialing your husband.

'Yes, baby girl?' He said, almost bored like.

"Baby, I'm on my way to meet Whit and Jared, right? And I'm sitting here at the stoplight. I look over and two guys catch my eye. They're exchanging hushed whispers and firm handshake, kay? Then I look closely and it's Robb Stark and your father!" you said, the words tumbling over one another so quickly it all almost came out on one breath.

Ramsay said nothing, but you could hear his pen click furiously.

"Baby?"

'Yeah, yeah. What are you driving?'

"The 'Stang today." You said, glancing in the side view mirror. Both men were gone.

'Ping me your address and I will be there as soon as I can. Do not engage in anything without me. Do you understand?'

"Um, yes sir?" You said, unsure what he meant. Roose Bolton's peculiar behavior recently was too much for you to want to snoop into. You were already walking on egg shells, and apparently your second strike.

Ramsay hung up without another word and continued your way to lunch. You parked next to a jacked up truck, that was dirty and caked in mud. It didn't scream 'city boy wanna be country'. So it could only be Jared's truck.

You sent Ramsay the address and stepped out of the car.

Whit and Jared were leaning against restaurant wall, smoking and both smiled warmly when you approached. You couldn't help but grin at Jared in his damn cowboy hat, and Whit in her flashy square toed boots.

"Truck could do with a hose down." You chuckled, hugging them both.

"What's the point? With all the snow melting and refreezing, no amount of washing will make a difference until summer." Jared shrugged, flicking his cigarette away from him and opening the door for you and Whit, taking his hat off.

Walking in was like stepping through a portal to home. Smoke, beer, the smell of frying foods... it was... heaven.

"Sit anywhere and your waiter will be with you shortly." A woman said, clearing the table closest to you.

You chose a booth by the window, where you could keep an eye on the door and everything else around you.

A young man set menus down in front of you and set down the cutlery.

"Drinks?" He said when he had finished.

"Sweet teas all around." You said, immersed in the menu.

"You guys. They have fried catfish! And cornbread!" You almost squealed, looking up from the menu.

Whit raised her brows at you, "You don't eat cornbread anymore?"

You shrugged, "I just haven't bought the shit to make it. Burgers, tacos, and pizza is about as far as Rams goes in clogged arteries."

"City folks. They're a strange lot." Jared said, nodding wisely.

You snorted, rolling your eyes. "So, how are you guys? I mean... y'all have been together since junior year, work as a team, have a beautiful little girl..."

Whit laughed, "Oh ya know. Cattle prods work real well. We are just the same as when you left. Just older now. It's you who has the most change. Tell me about this child your mother won't quit bragging about."

You shrugged, "not much to say yet. Just turned fourteen weeks. We find out the gender on February twenty-first. Which is part of the reason I asked y'all here. We have a lot of work to do before then and quickly running out if time."

Both your friends stiffened slightly, showing you had their full attention and confidence.

"What's up?" Jared asked, leaning forward slightly.

You made to open your mouth when Whit shook her head, looking past you as the waiter came back with your drinks and to take your orders.

You waited a few moments after he left before finally speaking.

"My husband's life is in danger and it all hangs on to what the little one inside of me is. I have six weeks to set up a safe plan and find a way to keep my husband alive." You said quietly.

Whit chewed her lip and Jared watched you closely.

"We will do what we can. He's your family, which makes him just as much ours. Just say the word and we will make it happen." Jared said with a stiff nod.

A surge of deep gratitude flooded you as you looked at the two people in front of you. You knew the words were sincere and they would do anything they could for you.

You gave a sniff and smiled, "but those details will be worked out at a later time. I came here to enjoy lunch with my two best friends. There is plenty of time later to talk about that. But, first order of business. I need y'all to find someone to help dad keep up the farm. He's having surgery soon. Putting in a pacemaker. And he won't be able to get around for awhile. Said person will be paid well. I've made sure of that."

"Too easy. Sure there are a couple of Ag kids who'd love to help." Whit said. "Take it the old man is okay?"

"More or less. Pissed he's getting old. And y'all know mom. Fussing over him like a newborn calf." You said, sipping your drink.

"How she keeps up with him I will never know." Whit laughed.

Her words made you realize just how much like your mother you were.

Dad had always been wild and in trouble one way or another. No, not with the law, but usually physically injured. Smashed his hand working on a tractor. Wrapped up in fencing. Kicked by a horse, more times than you could even count anymore. He was a big book of cataloged accidents.

And then there was Mom. Patient and headstrong, and so very quick tempered. She kept your father together and alive, more often than not. She was firm, and yet the most loving person you had ever known. She was the true foundation of your crazy family. And she made it look so easy. How she managed to pull off Thanksgiving dinner and get your father to the ER after a hunting accident when you were 13, you never knew.

Maybe you took a bit more after your father's recklessness, but you had your mother's spine, and quick temper.

You grinned to yourself, "oh! Before I forget! Guess who's living here now?"

Jared and Whit both raised their brows, waiting for your answer.

"E! Little shit gets a PCS here, and doesn't tell anyone until he fucking shows up. Rams and I took him out last night. And I tell you what... He's not a boy anymore."

"And what did we do?" Ramsay spoke up, sliding into the booth beside you and running his eyes over the restaurant.

"Took the brother out lastnight." You said, with a smile, as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

"Had a blast. Damon made sure they got back safely. Apparently not as lightweight as we thought." Ramsay said, eyeing your food as it was set in front of you. "The fuck is that?"

You looked from food to husband and laughed.

"Cornbread, a hushpuppy, fries, and fried catfish."

Ramsay pulled a face of disgust.

"Try it. I promise there is nothing better than a good fried catfish basket." You urged, pulling a piece of fish from its fillet and holding it out to your husband.

"You do know I'm allergic to seafood, right?" He said, giving you a cold look.

You knitted your brows, "Are you really?"

"Keys." He said, taking the food from you.

"Huh?" You said watching him place the catfish in his mouth.

He reached over you, snatched up your keys and stood up.

"Ride home with them. Take the back way. I'll meet you at home."

He looked down at you, swiped more fish from your basket and walked off.

"Wait! You seriously aren't allergic to fish are you?!" You called.

He turned to you with his trademark smirk, "guess you'll just have to find out. Love you baby doll."

"I... I love you too." You said, watching him leave.

You looked at Whit and Jared.

"Nah. He's not." Jared said, with a chuckle, tearing into his plate of ribs.

It took so much longer to get home when you had to basically skirt the damn city.

"I have two dogs. Kira and Willow. They look mean, but I promise they are pussies." You said, walking up the stairs and hoping Ramsay was home since he had your keys.

You turned the knob. At least he was nice enough to remember to leave the door open for you as you walked inside.

"So you're a liar." You said, raising your brow.

Ramsay laughed, looking up from his laptop and giving you a wink.

"The best there is."

You rolled your eyes and sat on the couch, nodding at the sofa across from you. Whit and Jared both sat. Whit almost lost it when Kira and Willow came to be nosey.

"Oh my god! They are so pretty!" She said excitedly, sliding from the couch to her knees to rub all over them.

Whit was a dog fanatic. You were sure she would have 500 if Jared let her.

Ramsay crossed the room and disappeared down the hall. No one spoke until he came back and dropped a file folder on the coffee table.

"You two are now employed with a local coffee shop. You bring in coffee bean shipments via air." Ramsay said as Jared pulled the folder open and thumb through the papers.

"You looked us up? And my alias is Johnny Reb?" Jared asked, raising a brow.

"Just a minor background check. Your boots gave me the impression you listen to Johnny Horton, Honky Tonk Man." Ramsay shrugged, leaning back into his seat, resting his hand on your thigh and lighting a cigarette.

"You're a funny dude." Jared laughed, "and look, I get to travel with Percilla."

"So, what exactly are we doing? I mean, this is...?" Whit said, looking up from the dogs, at a loss for words.

"I told you, you're running coffee beans." Your husband shrugged.

Jared snorted, pulling his passport from the folder and examining it.

"But really. Need to be on the same page, babe." You spoke up.

"Okay, listen, and listen good. Because I'm only saying it once. In a few days you will get an address to an airstrip. Once a week you will fly to this strip and cargo will be loaded. Everything will already be packaged and sealed in the beans. If you don't lose your heads no one will ever be the wiser. After picking up the shipments you will deliver it to the designated area here in the city. After that you're free to go. The goods will be taken care of upon arrival. Simple enough."

"Right. Simple enough. And should something go wrong?" Whit asked, now taking her turn to look through the folder. "Oh! That reminds me..." she dug through her bag, pulling out a file folder a sliding it across the table, "Sharon got what you asked for."

"If something goes wrong, you will be taken care of. You are under my services, and I protect those that work for me. Nothing bad will happen as long as you don't let it happen." Ramsay shrugged.

You opened the folder, looking at all the vacant and foreclosed properties.

"Wow, so many places just left to rot." You murmured, looking up at Jared and Whit.

"Our town is dying. Cost of livin' is too high for the old folks, and young kids out of high school." Jared said giving you a sad smile.

"I'm buying it all." You declared, giving your husband a look and handing him the folder, "I'll let you do the buying and scheming. But we are buying it all. Build some businesses or something. Maybe build a safe house."

×××

"I'm starving." You whined, flipping through the pages of the outdated magazine.

"Shut up. You just ate like an hour ago." Ramsay tutted, staring at the ceiling.

"They need to hurry up. I have to pee." You groaned, fidgeting in your seat.

"What do I need to do to make you quit the insufferable bitching?" He hissed.

"Tell me what my surprise is." You said slyly.

Ramsay clucked in annoyance, "No. And if you don't quit asking I will do it all on my own. You're only getting the surprise because I love you."

"Fine." You huffed, pouting at him.

When your name was called you almost jumped up, ready to have all your vitals taken so they could give you the damn cup so you could finally empty your bladder that seemed to have shrunk to the size of a kitten's.

When the doctor entered you were slightly taken aback it wasn't Doctor Cat. But then you remembered... Ned Stark was her husband. And her eldest daughter was still missing. Poor woman. You really liked her.

"I'm Doctor Mordane. I'm filling in for Doctor Stark until she gets back." The old woman said with a sad smile.

"How is she?" You asked, sitting on the edge of the examination bed. Ramsay tutted from his chair. You gave him a dirty look.

"Pretty rough. But she's a strong woman. Anyways, looking at your file here I see you are almost fifteen weeks along. Weight is good. Everything else checks out good. Any complaints or concerns?"

You shook your head, "No ma'am. I seem to be adjusting just fine."

The woman smiled, "good good. Keep taking your vitamins. We will take a quick listen to the heartbeat and you're free to go."

Hearing the tiny heartbeat made your chest tight. Every single time. This time you didn't even bother to try and hold back the tear that escaped you.

"Surprise time?" You asked, smiling at your husband as he closed your door.

"Sort of." He smirked.

"What does that even mean?" You huffed, crossing your arms.

Ramsay said no more until he parked the car in the parking garage of the airport.

"What are we doing?" You asked, following in his wake.

Again he said nothing. You asked no more questions until you stood outside the doors of the airport.

There stood Damon. He exchanged two bags for Ramsay's keys.

"Before you say anything, I know. Scratch her you'll flay me." Damon chuckled, pocketing the keys. "Have fun. See you when you get back." He gave you both a nod and left.

Ramsay took your hand and led you inside. He exchanged a few words and some cash with a TSA man and both of you were boarding a plane a few short minutes later.

"Rams, where are we going?"

"Hush. Take a nap. It will be awhile." He said, stowing the two bags away and taking his seat beside you.

"If I blow you on this plane will you tell me?" You asked, flashing a mischievous grin.

"Nah. But you're gunna blow me anyways." He smirked.

"I will not." You said, crossing your arms and looking away from him.

"I will choke you out and make you sleep the whole damn ride if you don't quit, little pet." He said very quietly.

"What's wrong? Why are you so damn irritable today?" You said, giving him a soft look.

"I don't like flying." He replied shortly.

You suppressed a snort but were unable to to keep the words from falling from your mouth, "You're afraid!"

He took a deep breath and forced a smile, "No. I didn't say I'm afraid of flying. I said I didn't fucking like it."

"Mhm. Right. Completely different. What was I thinking?" You said with a sly grin.

"Do you have any idea how easy it would be to snap your fucking neck and make it look like you're sleeping until I get off this damn plane?" He hissed exasperatedly, struggling with himself to remain calm.

"Probably pretty easy. But I'd be rather boring company dead." You winked, resting your hand on his thigh and giving a tight squeeze.

He gave you a very long look, gave a smirk, and placed his hand in your inner thigh.

"Why are we like... economy class?" You asked, glancing around at the people filling the seats around you.

Ramsay shrugged, "Why not?"

You played with Ramsay's hand, absentmindedly, as the plane prepared for flight.

You watched Ramsay closely. If he really was afraid of flying, he hid it very well.

"Nonstop?" You asked, looking out the window at the tiny square patches of earth bellow you.

"Nonstop." He replied, glancing at you.

You pulled your phone out of your purse, "wanna play a game?"

"No."

You tutted, "Yes you do. You love games."

"I like games that I win. Games that cause other people to beg and die." He said simply, as if it settled the matter.

"Well I like games that let me get to really know you. So, I'm going to ask questions and you're going to answer."

He groaned, "not this again."

"Every time you don't answer or skip the question you will be punished." You said, squeezing his thigh again.

"Does it result with my dick in your mouth?" He whispered.

You shrugged, "maybe, if you're a good boy. Question one, if you could have a theme song, what would it be?"

He stared at the back of the chair in front of him, chewing his lip, "I don't know."

You dug your nails into his leg.

"Thriller or something." He hissed.

You released him and gave a laugh. "Thriller? Like MJ Thriller?"

"Yeah. Why not? It's catchy." He shrugged, taking his jacket off.

"I can't even take you seriously anymore." You giggled, leaning over to kiss him.

"Well that's a bad move on you, baby girl. I'm to be taken very seriously." He smirked against your lips as he took your face in his hands.

"Or maybe you just put on a mean face and deep down you're good as gold. Just have a rather pushy demon in there."

He snorted and pulled away from you, "going to perform an exorcism?"

"Mm, no. I think I'm in love with the devil."  You said airily, with a sigh.

"Show me how much you love me then." He countered with his wicked grin.

"I have a devil spawn growing inside of me, is that not love enough?" You winked, unfastening your seatbelt and pushing your body into his as you slid past him.

You gave him a mischievous grin, walking rather suggestively down the aisle.

Wow, plane bathrooms were tiny. This was not going to be comfortable. At least you weren't super pregnant fat yet.

You only had to wait a moment before Ramsay was climbing in the tiny room with you.

"I don't know if this will work." You whispered.

"Make it." He said, leaning back against the wall.

You glanced around, set the toilet seat down, and grabbed his hips, pulling him into you.

"Make it quick?" You asked, unbuckling his belt and sliding his button from its hole.

"That all depends on you, baby girl." He said helping you pushing his pants down.

"You know, you are the worst influence I have ever come to know." You said, resting your forehead against his warm stomach.

"Maybe you're the bad influence on me." He chuckled, gripping your hair tightly.

You licked your lips and took him in your mouth, letting his guide you.

You dug your nails into his legs as warm desire built inside of you. But there was no returning the favor in this damn bathroom.

You ran your tongue along him, tasting him as his grip in your hair tightened and he ran his other hand over your chest, grabbing at your skin.

His breathing became shallow as you lightly drug your teeth along him, swirling your tongue over his tip.

He made a small noise in the back of his throat, grabbing at you harder as he filled your mouth.

You slowly sucked him, feeling him throb against your tongue.

You swallowed and pulled away from him completely.

"Well that was quick." You laughed.

"Eh, thrill of getting a blow job at fifty thousand feet." He chuckled, fixing his pants and opening the door.

He grabbed your hand and led you back to your seat.

×××

You held Ramsay's hand tight as he pulled you along through the airport. You could see the sun a brilliant red as it sank lower over the horizon.

Ramsay stopped at a counter and hand a man behind it two passports. He glanced them over and then eyed you both.

"Welcome. What brings such a lovely couple to our beautiful country?" The man said in very rough, choppy English.

"Drugs." Ramsay replied with a small shrug and his most charming smile.

You gave a wide eyed side long look your husband and wanted to vanish as you felt your cheeks burn.

Did he seriously just fucking say that?!

The man cracked a grin and let out a loud laugh after a few tense moments, "You señor are very funny man. Enjoy your vacation."  He handed the passports back to Ramsay who slipped them in his back pocket and tugged you along again.

"I can't believe you!" You cried in a small strangled voice.

Ramsay stopped abruptly, placed a hand on your shoulder and turned you to the highly polished, darkening window.

"Look at us and tell me what you see?"

You Looked at your reflections and sighed, "I see a husband and wife on vacation."

"Exactly, baby girl. As far as anyone knows we are taking a late winter vacation to escape the cold. We're here to sip mojitos, soak up the sun, and eat avocados, or whatever." He said, gripping your hand tightly and pulling you along.

"Eat avocados." You snorted with a giggle as you stepped out of the airport.

The warm breeze melting you into a bliss. Warm evenings. God, how you missed the warm weather.

"Journey okay?" Oberyn Martell asked, sidling up to you and Ramsay.

You were shocked only a moment. It all made sense now. You were here so the deal with the Martell's could be finished and sealed.

"Long." Ramsay said, sounding rather weary as Oberyn lead the way to a limo.

Ramsay helped you climb in, took his seat beside you, and pulled you as close as possible as Oberyn situated himself.

"The girls are most excited to take you shopping, (y/n)." Oberyn smiled, offering Ramsay a drink, who eagerly accepted. "Your room has been accommodated and food prepared. We will get down to business tomorrow after you both have rested."

"Food sounds wonderful." You sighed, resting your head on Ramsay's shoulder and closing your eyes briefly.

Or you thought it to have been brief. Next thing you knew Ramsay nudging you to wake up.

You sat up and were taken aback by the beautiful white stone mansion and it's many elegant balconies overlooking the white sand beach and crystal clear ocean.

It was probably the most beautiful thing you had ever seen, apart from last trip you had taken with Ramsay to a warm cabin surrounded by large aspens and evergreens in the shadows of the harsh, unforgiving snow covered mountains.

Tyene rushed you as you climed out of the limo behind Ramsay.

You hugged her back tightly.

"I am so glad you both came!" She smiled, looping her arm around yours and leading you inside.

"This place is absolutely beautiful." You exclaimed, taking in everything from the marble floors to shimmering crystal chandeliers, and the elegant imported rugs.

Tyene smiled brightly, "my uncle likes to be extra."

"Well, at least he has good taste?" You laughed, climbing the spiral staircase.

Tyene stopped in front of a door and stepped aside so you could enter.

"One of the best views in the house. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. Rest easy, (y/n). Tomorrow I am taking you to town. You will love it!" Tyene said, leaving you alone in the lavish room.

So much better than any high end, five star hotel resort. You thought, taking everything in and realizing Ramsay wasn't with you.

You frowned slightly, but the table laden with food caught your very hungry attention. You sat at the table and pulled the nearest dish towards you. You had no idea what to call it, as it was sweet, and spicy, and salty, and definitely meat... but whatever it was it was damn good.

A warm, night breeze blew in from the open balcony door and the sound of the ocean made you drowsy.

Ramsay entered the room a shirt while later after you had already stripped you clothing and climbed into the soft sheets.

"You good?" You asked, peeking over the top of the blanket at him.

His face softened slightly as he turned his gaze to you, "of course."

You pushed back into the plush bed, falling asleep almost at once.

[stilessdylanobae-ddixonlove]

Some of us are Human - Inside Y/n’s Mind and The Desert (Chapter 19)

Author: what_the_hell_is_a_stiles826

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Malia Tate/Hale, Allison Argent, Kira Yukimura, Alan Deaton, Issac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Y/n’s Dad, Sadie Y/L/N, Chris Argent and Reader. 

Summary: Y/n is tested in death in order to forge the ‘Fury’ needed to stop Blaze and the Jinn. Stiles says those three special words while Scott and Malia visit Kira in the desert with the Skinwalkers.

Note: So...reminder that Y/f/i means Your First Initial, Y/L/N means Your Last Name and y/e/c means Your Eye Color. 

This chapter was insanely fun to write. You get a little bit of Allison back and you get to see a dark side of Y/n. (Which I can say doesn’t end with this chapter) I did a lot of thinking about how I wanted the ‘L’ word to finally come about in this series. I really debated using it here and I hope I made the right decision by actually doing so. Let me know what you think by clicking the link at the bottom of this page.

Warning: Cursing, violence, death, very minor mention of suicide, probably some fluff. 

Chapter Nineteen - Chapter Twenty

Stiles’ shaky hands pressed down against your shoulders. Your lips were already turning a shade of blue and trembling at the shock of the dark, icy water surrounding your now aching body. You’d always felt safe, comforted by water. By being near it, or in it. Whether it be the ocean, the lake at Shoreline or your Dad’s built in swimming pool. Your mom used to say you were half fish because you enjoyed swimming so much. But this was different. This was utterly terrifying. However, another side of you thought there are worse ways to go. You looked up, your y/e/c eyes meeting Stiles’ puffy brown ones for a final time before you were completely under water. Stiles closed his, unable to watch what he was about to do. Deaton appeared behind him, helping hold him in place while he performed this impossible task. You were numb and only fought a little as the water filled your nose and you finally blacked out from lack of oxygen. 

“Okay, let her go.” Deaton told Stiles, who quickly removed his hands and backed away fearfully. Your body floated to the top of the bathtub, motionless and extremely pale. Deaton placed his finger on your neck, searching for a pulse. 

There was none. 

You were gone, he’d done it. The room was agonizingly silent. 

When you opened your eyes again, you were standing in the middle of the dark familiar woods next to the Nemeton. You stared at it, almost angrily. It was the cause of so much pain. It was the start of what really made Beacon Hills a beacon again, bringing so many supernatural challenges to you and your friends. You looked down at your soaking wet black tank top and you felt the tips of your hair dripping water down your back, yet you didn’t feel cold anymore. In fact you felt completely numb, physically and emotionally. 

That’s how you knew you were dead. 

And then suddenly and all at once you began to feel a very strong hatred. You’d lost your best friend, Allison. Stiles lost so much of himself because of the Nogitsune. Anger was the only thing you felt and it was overwhelming. But then it beamed away and you found yourself laying in bed at your father’s house. A place you hadn’t been in years and at first it felt like a dream. Your head felt fuzzy and you couldn’t differentiate time. It was a whole new life. A lonely life, yet somehow seemingly normal. You climbed out of the unfamiliar bed, wearing a set of solid plaid pajamas. You never wore things like that to bed. Usually it was a loose tank top or one of Stiles’ t-shirts. You didn’t feel like yourself. You walked down the strange hallway and down a large flight of stairs, then peered into the kitchen to see your dad, cleanly shaved, wearing a tie and eating a plate full of scrambled eggs at the small, round dining table. 

“Good morning, sleepy head.” You heard a woman’s voice. It was Sadie, your dad’s new wife. She wore a summer dress and wedges as she opened the refrigerator and pulled out a package of bacon. “I was just going to make your dad some bacon, would you like some?” She asked. This was all wrong, yet you couldn’t figure out how. 

“No?” You replied, questionably. She nodded and proceeded happily to the stove. You looked around the bright kitchen, noticing pictures of the three of you plastered on the walls. You stood there for several minutes, confused by your surroundings. You walked closer to the fridge and around the table, taking note of a picture of you, Allison and Scott huddled up together. Suddenly it hit you. 

Stiles. 

Where was Stiles? And why did that picture of Allison seem so recent? Where was your mom and Nicole? The room began to fall a little darker, like the sun was disappearing behind the clouds. You pulled your cell phone from your pajama pants pocket, that you didn’t recall putting there. You searched through the contacts, looking for his name. But it wasn’t there. You began to panic a little. “Dad, why am I here? Did you pick me up last night?” You asked, nervously. He turned to you, startled. Then made eye contact with Sadie, who sighed. His face turned concerned by your question.

“No, honey. We’ve been through this remember?” He asked you, calmly as he set his fork down. 

“Shouldn’t I be at school?” You asked, as your father’s and step mother’s faces grew more worried. They exchanged further looks of concern before your dad pulled out the chair next to him at the table. 

“Y/n, sit down.” He said. You hesitantly did so. “Brunski explained all of this to you last week, did you forget again? It’s okay if you did.” He told you. 

“Brunski, as in the freak guard from Eichen House?” You questioned. Your dad sighed heavily. There was a long pause. “Where’s Stiles?” You asked. Just then, you all heard the front door swing open and the sound of foot steps approaching. Your heart dropped and your head felt woozy when you saw who appeared in the door way with her arms full of grocery bags. Her long, dark hair was pulled into a messy bun and she wore a brown leather jacket and black knee high boots. She placed an overflowing paper bag down on the counter. 

“Man, you’d think there was an apocalypse coming by how busy the grocery store was.” She smirked. “Or a snow storm.” She added as she began pulling food items from the bag she had set down. You began to feel more awake, like this was less of a dream which only confused you more. 

“Allison?....” You questioned her. She turned to you and smiled. 

“Yeah?” She replied. You swallowed harshly. She exchanged looks with your father and Sadie. 

“She’s asking about Stiles.” Your dad said, scratching his nose. You scrunched your eyebrows at his uncomfortable body language. 

“Uh, okay. I got it this time guys.” Allison told them. She came and sat next to you, her face now serious while your dad got up and sadly followed his wife out of the kitchen. 

“What do you remember?” Allison asked you, looking down at the table. You raised an eyebrow.

“Uh, I remember you being gone.” You stated. Allison quickly looked back up to you.

“I was never gone, Y/n.” She told you. You scooted back in your seat.

“What do you mean? You died, Al! How are you even here right now?” You questioned.

“No I didn’t.” She simply told you. You stared at her.

“Yes you did. The Oni killed you!” You rose your voice a little.

“The Oni?” She asked. “What do you remember about the Oni?” You swallowed harshly.

“I remember Stiles. I remember Stiles being possessed and taking control of them. I remember you saved us, but...” You trailed off. She closed her eyes with sadness as you mentioned his name again. “But you got stabbed.” You quietly said.

“I didn’t get stabbed, Y/n. I did find a way to defeat the Oni, but not before...” Now she trailed off.

“What the hell are you talking about?” You hollered.

“Not before Stiles died taking his life to protect us. He died Y/n, not me.” She told you. You remained silent, cold with shock. “I’ve told you this before.” She cleared her throat. “The doctors say you invented this other story to cope with the loss.” She explained. You got up, the anger returning.

“I didn’t do that.” You firmly spoke before leaving the room while Allison closed her eyes with sadness.

As you left the kitchen, you were then thrown forward in time landing back at school. There was no Rhiannon, no Malia, Issac or Stiles. Just you, Allison and sometimes Scott. But things felt real now.

Painfully real.

You’d grown to believe everything Allison told you and it was unbearable. You’d lost Stiles and spent most of your time if not all of your time training. You trained to be a better Hunter, it was all you cared about anymore. You felt like you had gone a little crazy.

“What do you mean you’re leaving school?” Scott chased after you in Stanford’s busy parking lot that fake afternoon.

“I don’t want to go to school anymore, Scott. I don’t care about writing or any of it. I just want to put an end to the pain.” You rolled your eyes. Then you stopped, turned to face him and stared emotionless. “And if that means I have to fight you, an alpha werewolf that’s part of the problem then I will, Scott. So keep your supernatural self away from me. I want no part of it anymore.” You finished. He stopped following you. He felt crushed, lost by your words. The Y/n he once knew was long gone. You all knew it.

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Back in reality, the crowded clinic remained silent and eerie. “It’s been too long.” Stiles shook, his voice slightly shaky and his eyes glossy.

“No, Stiles. It’s been fifteen seconds.” Deaton replied, eyeing the clock that hung on the opposite wall. “She needs a whole minute at least.” He explained further.

“Well, how do we bring her back?” Stiles asked, wringing his hands together while the rest of your friends stood around quietly waiting, frightened.

“Help me get her out of the water, Scott throw that heated blanket onto the floor.” Deaton directed. Scott quickly reached forward across Issac and tossed the very heavy, warm blanket below his feet and across from the bath tub. Stiles reached in, his hands hurt just from the few seconds they were exposed to the icy water. Deaton joined him and together they lifted your lifeless body and then slowly lowered it onto the blanket below them. Stiles sat down next to you, grabbing your hand in his and blowing on it to warm you. “She needs a little longer.” Deaton sighed.

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Meanwhile you were living a whole different life inside your mind. Every second like a days time. You were miserable and had to break out of it, yet were still oblivious to that fact. You were some place new now. Some place you’d never been in real life. It was like a Hunter bunker, with locked metal doors and weapons surrounding you. Argent was there with you, teaching you how to make bullets. He was training you, yet you knew so much already. You no longer saw any of your friends. You were lost, consumed by your vengeance against the supernatural. 

It was all that mattered to you any more.

“Are you sure you need so many?” Argent asked you as you continued crafting bullets, lacing some here and there with wolfsbane or mistletoe. 

“You never know what you may run into out there.” You told him, focused on your work. You heard the large door unlock and noticed Allison, who was really barely a friend anymore enter the room. She spotted her father, concerned for you. “I’m not leaving, Al. Not until I’m done.” You told her. She came and sat next to you. 

“Okay. What are you going to do with all of these, Y/n?” She asked you, examining your surroundings. “Things have been quiet for a while, everyone is doing well.” She shrugged.

“That doesn’t last. I can’t waste any time.” You told her. She looked up to her father, who sadly leaned against the back wall.

“You know this won’t bring him back.” Argent told you. You paused, set your tools down and turned to your father figure with a straight face. You felt annoyed by their hovering. They were babysitting you, waiting for you to lose control. The truth was, you knew it was coming too. You just didn’t care.

“I’ve got this from here. Why don’t you go, both of you.” You finally told them.

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Stiles cradled you in his arms, as he leaned against the side of the tub, running his fingers through your damp hair. Each moment was torture to him. He finally looked back up at Deaton, who watched the seconds tick by some more. Then, the all too calm veterinarian quickly leaned down and gestured to move you flat on your back. Stiles did so just in time to see a very bright light beginning to form near your right hand as another bright light beamed across the room from Lydia’s coat pocket. It was the piece of Theo’s revived soul forming with a piece of your tainted one. It got brighter and began to take the shape of a sword. 

It was working. 

Your friends watched intensely as this magical sword formed out of no where next to you. It was unlike anything they’d ever seen before and they wondered what consequences it might bring. Deaton got down on his knees and quickly began performing CPR on you after the sword stopped glowing. Stiles gripped onto your arm, terrified of what was to come next. 

“Stiles, she needs to hear your voice. Only you, no one else. Too many voices may confuse her. Talk to her, now!” Deaton demanded. Stiles let a tear fall down the right side of his cheek as he leaned in closer to your face and whispered into your ear. 

“Y/n, come back to me. Please. We need you. We can’t do this without you. It’s working, Y/f/i. Please wake up.” He leaned his head in and rested it against the side of yours. His voice got louder the more he spoke, allowing the others in the room to hear. “We humans have to stick together, come on.” He continued. The color slowly began to return in your face and your eyelids twitched. “I love you, wake up.” Stiles said to you. Your friends watched the difficult scene, only wanting you to finally open your eyes and Lydia cringed at Stiles’ words. They were hard to hear, yet she was happy for him and wanted you to be okay. Issac swallowed back some tears watching, afraid for you. Then finally all at once, you jolted awake, raising forward and taking in a long and loud gasp, sucking in as much air as your lungs would allow. Everyone else began to breathe again also, relieved by the sight. 

“Did it work?” You questioned, coughing a little. Stiles hugged you, Deaton lowered his head with relief and your friends then swarmed in and joined the hug. 

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It’s been two days since literally coming back from the dead. Bits and pieces of what happened to you while you were out have slowly been coming back and it’s been difficult. You sat at home in your apartment, staring at this magical sword that you brought back with you. It sat on your kitchen counter, almost taunting you. You had no idea how to use it. You’d only just gotten the hang of your crossbow. Stiles made his way down your hallway in his grey sweatpants, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He spotted you as he rounded the corner.

“Hey. Good morning.” He said to you. You smiled back at him. “Why do you keep staring at that thing?” He asked. You smirked and took a moment to respond.

“It sort of gives me the creeps. What the hell am I supposed to do with it now?” You ultimately questioned. He simply replied by leaning in behind you and kissing you with his soft, pink lips that you loved so much. 

You grinned when the kiss ended, staring into his golden brown eyes for a moment longer. Then you looked back to the sword in front of you and sighed. “So, I’m starting to remember some things.” You said. Stiles raised an eyebrow. 

“Yeah? Like what?” He asked, scratching the back of his head nervously, wondering if you were referring to what he said to you before you woke up.

“It was like a whole other life in there.” You began, scrunching your eyebrows. “Allison was there.” You continued, wondering if that part meant anything. “You think it was really her? Or maybe it was just part of the test?” You mentioned. Stiles let out a breath of air from his nose at the thought. 

“I think that if you felt like it was really her, then it probably was.” He half smiled at you. You scowled some more, a pained expression spread across your face as you looked back to the strange weapon on the counter. “What else happened in there, Y/f/i?” He nudged, curious and a little worried.

“I can’t remember.” You sighed.

___

Scott and Malia watched the road begin to thin and desert dust blow over top of the borrowed Jeep’s windshield. Malia rolled her window up as they turned forcing some inside. It was hot and dry. The kind of hot that made their skin feel like it might crack off. Scott worried about seeing Kira again, only because he was afraid of who she may have become over the years. He wondered if the Skinwalkers were really helping her regain control of herself, or if they had failed and had the opposite effect. He slowed down, catching a familiar scent in the wide open desert.

“We’re close?” Malia asked from the passenger seat. Scott simply nodded, looking around cautiously. Suddenly, the two were both taken back by a distant but loud clanking; like swords smashing together. The two exchanged looks of realization before Scott stomped on the gas pedal heading straight for the fight.

As Scott quickly rounded one final corner, he spotted the young Kitsune just in time to see Malia point out the window. Kira had her katana fully drawn, facing three Skinwalkers while Malia quickly hopped out of the Jeep and transformed, growling at the strange desert people before her and an old friend. Kira lowered her weapon and squinted at her friends, completely taken by surprise.

“Malia?” Kira questioned. The vicious sounding werecoyote showed her teeth. “Whoa, it’s okay.” She threw her hand up to Malia, whose eyes quickly faded from a glowing blue back to a dark brown color. “Scott?” She smiled as she looked up to see him finally exiting the vehicle.

“Hey.” Scott simply greeted her, placing his hands awkwardly in his front jean pockets with a shrug.

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Fatal Mistake

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Chapter One

You ever had this feeling that someone was just staring at you? Well that’s what happened this morning i was woken up with none other than Klaus staring at me. He was standing down at the edge of the bed with his signature smirk staring up at me.

  I know this man i know he isn’t up to any good at all. I groaned throwing the pillow over my face. Whatever time it was it was way to early to be dealing with whatever he was doing. I threw the pillow over on the other side of the bed and sat up.  I looked over at the alarm clock and saw it was bright and early at only 6:30 am. I rolled my eyes already feeling annoyed so early in the morning. I guess it’s time to deal with this issue.

“Well, Good Morning to you too now why don’t you tell me why you’re starting over top of me looking like that.” I said to him with my usual hint of sarcasm.

“Well love considering the town’s bloody witches are up to no good as always we need to come up with a bloody plan before we see our demise.” Klaus said to me while doing his normal dramatic hand motions. Honestly i  can see his point  but i highly doubt whatever was going on it wasn't  going to happen at 6:30am. The rest of new Orleans was sleeping as should i. I was snapped out of my thoughts when i heard Klaus huffing really loud and i couldn’t help but laugh because i could see the frustration in his voice.

“So this is all a bloody joke to you? Now isn’t it.” He said walking over to me and i could tell he was letting his guard down with me and probaly decided he was just being Klaus and being over paranoid.  

I sat up reaching to him and he complied and we shared a sweet  kiss. After it broke he leaned his forehead on mine and i cupped the sides of his face and looked up and meant his beautiful blue eyes which looked like it carried a thousand oceans in them. Klaus seemed to relax under my touch.

“Love i promise to you we will deal with the witches but why for heaven's sake why can't we be like any other person and sleep a little. I mean not all of us can be thousand year old vampires who don’t need sleep. Some of us are very pregnant too and could use a extra few hours of good ole shut eye.”

 I told Klaus while i pulled him back down with me. He Happily followed and rested on his back while i ended up re adjusting my body to lay on top of his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. I closed my eyes and let this beautiful thing called sleep take me over.

A couple Hours Later…..

I woke once again with the light beaming in my face. I moved to my side and felt around in the bed to see Klaus had left. I saw a note on the coffee table. I figured Klaus didn’t have the patience to wait for me so he left. I got up and stretched everything out which felt really good. I walked over the table and picked up the note and by no surprise i was right   he left off to do whatever Klaus does with this day.

I walked over to the dresser and put on my sweatpants and a loose white T-Shirt. Being 6 Months pregnant this was the only clothes that could actually fit me an feel comfortable. I picked up my phone that was sitting next to the pile of clothes and unlocked it to see a couple of text from Davina and Rebecca asking me how everything was. 

They were the only 2 friends that i had in this town. I closed the messages out not in the mood to talk to anyone at the moment.  I opened up Instagram and the first thing i saw really struck a nerve it was my brother Scott and his girlfriend Kyra. The two had been dating for almost a year now. 

I assumed they had broken up maybe deep down i had hoped they had but that clearly wasn’t the case. Scott was smiling down at Kira with a look of admiration in his eye. Scott didn’t know it was me on his Instagram page but merely a stranger because i used a fake name and didn’t post pics of my face. It wasn’t because i didn’t want to be seen but because i couldn’t it was to much of a risk. I secretly wished i could just message Scott and tell him all along that it was me. I wish i could tell him that no matter what happened that night i missed him and i loved him.

 I longed for the day i could return home and run into the house and see him and tackle him down with a hug. My mom i wished i could see her to, Oh how i missed her. How i could her hug her or lay down in her lap or her bed and just know that everything was going to be okay.

 But now i wasn’t so sure i wasn’t sure of anything any more. I scrolled down my page hoping to get a distraction. That was a mistake i only got more heartbreak. I saw Stiles and Malia taking a cheesy couple photo together. The thought of them to together made my puke in my mouth.

 The thought of him touching her and kissing her and being with made me mad and jealous but how it wasn’t fair to him. Not after what happened. With Isaac I wished i could go back and change things between the two of us. 

That day was the hardest day of my life and i wish i could go back and make things different that maybe if i had made different changes leading up to that fateful day then maybe i would still be at home. I could still be with my family.

I was suddenly broken out of my thoughts when i heard Bella’s cries. Great she was up and i truly wasn’t in the mood right now. I locked my phone sitting it on the dresser and walked into Bella’s room. I smiled at the sight of my beautiful daughter sitting up in her crib.

 I walked over and picked her up and she probably just woke and wanted out because as soon as i picked her up she stopped crying and smiled up at me those beautiful eyes looking up at me. I walked over to her changing table and laid her down.

 I changed her diaper and put her clothes on her taking her out of her Pj's went back into my room got my phone and  After we walked downstairs and went into the kitchen. I saw Bella in her highchair in the kitchen and looked in the fridge and pulled out the eggs and started making breakfast.

 My belly was growling. Sheesh this child was hungry, she was starting to kick me and i could tell that she too was waking up.  I smiled down and felt the flutter in my heart.   As breakfast was cooking i gave Bella her favorite breakfast which was mashed up bananas and juice.

 A couple of minutes later my  eggs were done. I quickly washed them down with the toast and OJ i had with it. I sat for a minute leaning back in my chair and rubbing my belly with my hand. I smiled looking over at Bella as she was now taking the leftover breakfast and smashing it everywhere laughing. I laughed to my heart feeling full at the sight of my beautiful family. It was small and i was young but i wouldn’t change it for the world. I was broken out of my trance by my phone ringing.

 I thought it was Klaus but it wasn’t it was someone who i never thought would call me. It was Lydia Martin. Why the hell was she calling me and how did she get my number. If Lydia got my number does the rest know about me. They couldn’t because that means they could find me after a year it would mean i was a dead man walking...