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the royal masquerade | kayden vescovi x mc (juliet rosario)

queen juliet rosario and former crown shield kayden vescovi meet up somewhere no one knows who either of them are. for @trmaw ❤️

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the sun was high in the sky when juliet stepped out of her carriage, though the light fabric of the casual dress she was wearing helped keep her cool as her feet hit the pavement.

there was no one with her to aid with her skirt as she moved about, no guards or security tending to the horses in an attempt to act casual while they continued to observe her.

it was just her and the driver, out in town, but soon enough, there’d be someone else meeting them, too.

soon enough she’d see kayden again.

they’d parked on the outskirts of a market, and as she made her way through the stalls no one spared her a glance -- there wasn’t a single flicker of recognition in any passing townsperson’s gaze for the queen of cordonia.

that made the long journey she’d endured worth it all on its own.

wandering deeper into the market, she allowed herself to be swallowed up by the crowd, reveling in the simple freedom of walking around unattended, something she was never permitted to do at home.

life had become almost unbearably structured, as of late. she hardly had a moment to herself to breathe, let alone an entire afternoon to disappear. so she planned on taking advantage of every last second she’d have masquerading as a commoner, and that started with exploring the wares around her while she waited for kayden.

“miss?” her pulse stuttered as a vendor called out to her, certain she’d been caught. juliet turned slowly and relaxed as she saw it was only a young man at a flower stall, surrounded by dozens of brilliant blooms. he waved her over, and she went to him with a smile, happy to give him a sale.

but when she stopped in front of the stall, he didn’t try to sell her on any of the bouquets he had available. instead, he presented her with one wrapped set of roses and daisies and the deepest grin she’d seen in a long time. “a gentleman was here earlier,” the vendor explained, as she carefully took the flowers from his hands, “he said to give these to the most beautiful woman at the market, and that i’d know when she arrived.”

juliet scoffed, staring down at the bouquet she was holding in disbelief. she could feel her face grow hot as she looked up to glance around the market.

kayden was already here, then. somewhere.

“thank you,” she said, trying not to sound too flustered as she dipped her head to breathe in the sweet scent of the flowers. “they’re gorgeous, but are you sure they’re for me?”

“quite sure.” juliet stilled, realizing the boy at the stall’s mouth hadn’t moved. no, the deep voice who’d said the words was one she’d recognize anytime, anywhere.

she turned slowly and met kayden’s eyes, feeling her rapidly beating heart jerk to an abrupt stop.

kayden smiled softly at her as their eyes locked. “i knew he wouldn’t fail me,” he said, stepping closer. “it’s hardly a competition.”

the bustle of the market around them faded into the background as she moved forward, too, to meet kayden, shifting the flowers she was holding into one arm so her free hand could reach for his. “it’s good to see you,” juliet said quietly, biting back a sigh as kayden’s fingers twined with hers, the simple and innocent brush of skin on skin immensely comforting. “thank you for the gift.”

kayden lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the ridge of her fingers before gently leading her away from the flower stall. “it was nothing,” he said, “i’m glad it worked out.”

there was a pause as they paced back towards the outskirts of the town square. she knew they were both thinking the same thing -- how impossible it’d be for kayden to do anything as lovely for her, back home. how relegated he’d been to a private life, how they were barely even able to look at each other, anymore.

juliet shook her head, determined to cast the dark thoughts from her mind. this was not the time nor the place for such a discussion. their outings were few and far between; there should be nothing to taint them.

they reached a stone fountain out of view from most of the market. she glanced up and saw that the driver who’d accompanied her for security was nearby but doing his best to give her privacy, and relaxed as they both sat on the ledge. kayden moved to take the flowers from her and set them aside, then grasped her other hand, too.

“it is a gift, to see you,” he murmured, seeming to realize he’d failed to say as much, earlier. “i’ve missed you terribly since we were last together.”

it had been quite some time. fabian had left the kingdom for foreign relations with a neighboring province and she’d been able to spend the night at hunter’s without drawing raised eyebrows. fortunately, hunter had remained a good and loyal friend in addition to his standing as her policy advisor, allowing she and kayden to meet in secret and revel in the luxury of privacy.

but that was nearly an entire month ago. her heart ached as she studied the weary lines of kayden’s face, his expression set with longing. how unfair, that a soul as vibrant as his should be forced to wait around for the half-romance she could afford him.

it seemed even being queen could not solve all injustices in the world.

“i’ve missed you far more than you know,” she agreed, her voice tight with emotion. juliet blinked, leaving her eyes shut momentarily to try to dispel some of the thick sadness shrouding her voice. the last thing they needed now was for kayden to be stuck comforting her on their one afternoon alone.

but when she fluttered her lashes back open she saw him still smiling patiently, fondness in his eyes, and that just made her heart ache worse.

“tell me you’ve been well,” he prompted, drawing a chuckle from her despite herself. only kayden could worry about whether she was eating or sleeping enough in the palace.

“as well as expected, without you.” his hands squeezed hers tightly, the rough pad of his calloused thumb dragging across the backs of her knuckles. part of him seemed almost pleased to hear she was unwell without him, though she knew she could hardly blame him for that. in her more selfish moments, she felt the same way. “and yourself?”

“the same,” kayden said quietly. though his lips were only slightly turned up at the corners, she could read the smile in his eyes perfectly, and marveled at how intuitive his once-stoic face now felt to her. after so long spent studying kayden, it seemed she could read him now with just a glance. so there was no missing the slight nervousness on his expression when he said, “i have some news.”

“oh?” juliet tried to keep her voice light even as her mind raced with possibilities. she couldn’t help but to assume the worst -- that kayden was leaving cordonia, that he was no longer interested in a secret relationship, that he was sick...

seemingly sensing her hesitation, kayden squeezed her hand comfortingly. “hunter is reinstating me as his head of security.”

she blinked. “he is?”

kayden’s lips spread into a real smile, then. he nodded. “he feels the decision will be well supported after some of the recent attention.”

hunter was probably right. over the last year, kayden had been working tirelessly with the local orphanage, relocating many of the children and providing resources for the rest. he’d spent hours doing work her administration barely took an interest in, despite her pushing. he’d very nearly singlehandedly led the effort to fix the problems from the inside out.

juliet was quiet momentarily as her head spun with the news. kayden’s return to his former role meant he’d be around more, certainly, and in an approved context. it would no longer seem suspicious to be seen with him; there would be a reason for him to be at the palace.

but it also meant he’d return, more prominently, to the public eye. the people would have a chance to get used to him again, to come around after they’d once turned their backs.

and that opened up a variety of possibilities.

she had to actively work not to get carried away by the news. she knew she couldn’t allow herself to be too excited just yet; possibilities always came with challenges and this new development was sure to bring problems along for the ride, too.

but the spark of hope she felt was thrilling regardless. her own face split with a grin, and juliet moved to clasp both of kayden’s hands together in hers. “he’s absolutely right. that’s wonderful news. for both of us, of course, but... for you especially. i can’t think of anyone more deserving.”

her nagging guilt flared up again. for so long, she’d stewed over the fact that she was in the palace while kayden faced derision, when all he’d ever done was protect her in an effort to help cordonia. the public that despised him had no idea how much he’d sacrificed for their benefit, so that she could lead them to a brighter future.

thoughts of what more she could do to help him kept her up at night. she’d spent many hours planning ways to both steal time with kayden and work to help him without drawing attention, and finally felt a small step towards justice had been taken.

“it will be nice to get back to what i am familiar with,” kayden said humbly, but the bashful look on his face said he was pleased by her recognition. “and of course there’s the added benefit of getting to spend more time with you.”

one of his hands lifted to gently brush a lock of hair off her forehead. he leaned in closer, his eyes intense. “just being able to see you will put my heart at ease, juliet. finally i’ll have a break from wondering about you with my every thought.”

without pausing to spare a glance around the square, she leaned in and kissed him, pressing in close. the overwhelming affection within her swelled and burst as the familiar scrape of kayden’s stubble scratched her skin, the passion in his kiss so comforting she let herself drown in it greedily.

his hands tangled in her hair, pulling the careful curls out of shape. carelessly, juliet wound her arms around him, too, drawing closer and closer until there was nowhere else to go. she only realized she’d groaned into his mouth when kayden’s teeth caught her bottom lip in answer, clutching her body tighter to his.

she was suddenly desperate to be somewhere more private, and as kayden made it his mission to steal every last breath from her lungs she wondered if it would be inappropriate to drag him back to the carriage she’d taken into town so they could be alone. but her decision was made for her as kayden pulled back, eyes as bright as the smile that was still fixed on his face.

“i came here to hear your voice,” he said, laughing shortly, “i shouldn’t waste all our time together this way.”

“oh, but it’s very welcome,” juliet assured him with a grin, catching his mouth in one last soft kiss before drawing back with a content sigh. “hardly a waste at all. i know what you mean, though.” many of her dreams at the palace simply revolved around just spending time with kayden as they used to. who knew how long it would be before they would have some time alone together again?

she knew it would be slow going -- that it would take time for the public to get used to kayden again, that it might never be possible for her to establish what she had always wanted, from the very moment she made her first bid at queen...

...but it was hard to care when the here and now was so alluring, the man seated before her appearing so effortlessly as everything she’d ever wanted.

her teeth bit at her sore bottom lip as she observed kayden from beneath her lashes. he was looking back at her fondly, in a way that made her pulse gallop. “well, we do have the whole day,” she mused, humming as he took her hands gently in his again.

the sunny smile he was sporting boosted her own mood significantly. “let’s make the most of it, then,” kayden suggested, standing to pull her up, too.

juliet’s gaze swept the town square and the market beyond it, alive with food and strangers and opportunity, a rare luxury for two people who lived with secrets such as they did.

there was much to take advantage of, and the sun was high in the sky. she couldn’t think of a more advantageous situation to be in.

“let’s,” she agreed, gathering herself and her flowers to follow kayden back to life beyond their hiding place, her hope renewed.

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whatifxwereyou · 3 years ago

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Ashes Chapter 12: Delusion

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 2021

Pairing: Liu Kang x Reader

...oops.

A/N: thanks for reading <3 If you want to be tagged when I update this story, let me know.

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Seated cross-legged on the bed, you meditated. You tried to contact Raiden several times. Usually, it was easy. You just had to call for him and he came. But today he ignored you. You gave up after an hour.

Fine. Be that way.

Flopping back on the bed, you stared at the ceiling.

What did he want from you? Why was he making you stay there? Why had he made Liu come with you? You weren’t needed here. As much as you were enjoying the company of Cole and Johnny and getting to know the others, you weren’t serving any purpose or function other than to torture yourself. And Liu. You were definitely torturing Liu, too.

He was torturing you too, to be fair. You weren’t the only one guilty. It was easy for you to take all your mixed-up thoughts and turn yourself into a villain. You had to remind yourself that Liu had done his fair share of damage over the last week too.

What motives was Raiden hiding from you?

Did he know that you would have visions there? He always seemed to be there when you needed him but right now, he was nowhere to be found. Did that mean you shouldn’t worry about the things you’d seen?

Maybe Raiden knew about you and Liu, and this was his screwed-up way of trying to help you figure things out. Forcing you to hash out your differences and find resolution one way or another. But then why send you to Hollywood? Why not zap you somewhere alone so you wouldn’t get anyone else involved? Something didn’t add up.

It wasn’t like you could ask him.

He didn’t want you to ask him. You came to terms with that even if you didn’t want to.

What did any of it mean? The visions? Kung Lao?

Despite your racing thoughts, you kept coming back to the gentle way that Liu Kang’s lips had found yours the night before. A forbidden thought that your brain kept crawling back to. And Cole knew about it. He knew. Apparently, you were obvious as hell.

Knocking at the door distracted you. Thank god.

You peered through the peephole and considered ignoring it.

Liu Kang.

As if he’d known what you’d been thinking.

Either that or your day hadn’t been awkward enough, so he wanted to fill that quota. Maybe he needed someone to argue with. He kept saying that you needed to talk but you felt like that was all that you had done for the past week. Talk and yell. Yet things were more confusing than they’d ever been. You didn’t think talking held any resolution anymore.

Things between you were messy and that was just how it was going to be.

He knocked again and so you unlocked and opened the door but just a crack. He smiled but it looked to you like he hadn’t been getting much sleep. His mind was probably just as busy as yours was.

“Hey.” He sounded harmless enough, but you stood guard beyond the crack in the door.

“What do you need, Liu?” Defensive. You were on alert. It was immediately awkward since you didn’t invite him in or sound happy to see him.

“I’m checking on you. If that’s okay.” He readjusted his footing but did not seem nervous which surprised you. “You were gray. You’re still a little gray.”

“I’m fine. You don’t have to do that.”

“I know I don’t. I wanted to, Y/N.” His voice was soft and familiar, not like the harsh tone he’d had over the last week. Something had changed in Liu Kang. He’d come to terms with something or found calm. You didn’t know but it was nice to hear him sounding like himself. “Is it okay for me to come in?”

“That’s a bad idea.” You winced.

“I know. Yet… I’m asking to.” He tapped on the back of the door, and you retreated more defensively behind it. His smile was kind and serene. Charming, even. His eyes were still dark and held worlds of grief within them, but he seemed more at peace than you’d seen him in ages. “Please, Y/N.”

You couldn’t avoid him forever. Avoiding him wasn’t fixing anything just like talking wasn’t. Against your better judgment you opened the door the rest of the way. Your judgment couldn’t be trusted anymore, anyway.

Whatever.

Liu followed you into the small hotel room and closed the door quietly behind him. You folded your arms over your chest and leaned your back against the wall nearby. Just because you’d let him in didn’t mean you were going to let down your guard.

“You can relax, Y/N. I’m not here to fight with you.” Liu Kang sensed your discomfort. That didn’t help you.

“Then why are you here?”

“I meant what I said. To check on you. You’ve been out of sorts.” Liu Kang stepped in your eyeline, looking as awkward as you felt. “Should I send you back to China?” You rolled your eyes at him, eliciting a quiet laugh from him.

“First of all, Liu, you don’t have the authority to send me anywhere. Secondly? I already tried.” You pouted and slumped your shoulders. Joking helped cut the tension a little. Not much, but it was better than nothing.

“Did you?”

“Not because I’m not well but think about it… why are we here?” You gestured toward the window. Nothing about your trip to Hollywood made sense. Unless you were meant to see something here. You supposed that was better than every other reason you’d conjured. Nightwolf had made sense. Hollywood? Didn’t. It was almost like punishment.

“Well, we’re here to…”

“Oh, shush. We’re not here to convince Johnny Cage to come with us to China. He’s already decided to come with us. He’s scared but he’s coming. We barely had to do anything to convince him. He was already curious enough. I know he hasn’t said as much but I guarantee you that by tomorrow he’ll have agreed. There’s no reason for so many of us to be here and you know that as well as I do.”

“You’re right. I’ve been wondering the same thing. I trust that Raiden knows what he’s doing but it all feels… off.” He pushed his messy hair back.

“I trust him too.” You said begrudgingly. Liu laughed again and it was a satisfying and sweet sound, one that used to bring you joy. He pulled the chair from the little desk close to the bed and sat down. Silence fell again. He was watching you curiously as if waiting for you to turn gray and faint. You didn’t do that anymore. You’d grown past that. Today you were overtired. That was all. “I… have been wondering if Raiden knows about… you know. Our baggage. He doesn’t, does he?” You curled your lip in disgust. You were so painfully obvious. No wonder Kung Lao had never liked you being alone with him. Liu Kang had been a perfect gentleman until recently though.

“I don’t know.” Liu rested his hands carefully on his knees. “I never bought it up but who knows what he actually knows.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought too.” You hated the idea that Raiden would send you somewhere to sort out your crap.

“We should talk.” He averted his eyes. There was so much weight in those words.

“About what, Liu?” You snapped but then took a deep breath to calm down. He gestured toward you as if that were enough of a starting point. “That’s not specific enough.”

“Still.”

“Fine. Let’s talk.” You were going to fight. Mostly because you were already antagonistic. You took an imposing step toward him that made him straighten his posture. You were tired of those words. You were tired of having to talk. You were tired of it hanging over your head. If he wanted to talk then, oh, you would talk. The imaginary kettle in your head was at full boil. “Where should we start, hmm?”

“I…”

You didn’t let him get far.

“How about… Let’s see. How about how Kung Lao dying broke us?”

His expression fell.

“Oh! Or how about how you lying to me years ago was unfair to us both and quite honestly, unfair to Kung Lao too. Or we could talk about how you lied because you were always second place to the Great Kung Lao. Your needs just weren’t as important, Liu. Obviously.”

“Y/N, that’s unfair.”

“Or how about me messing up the wonderful thing that I had with Kung Lao over petty worries? Or maybe… maybe the biggest thing hanging over our heads, Liu. How I got so wasted that I slept with you and have become such a professional at hiding that I’ve been drinking to get to sleep since Kung Lao died, so much so, that we had a wild night together and you thought it was something other than me being annihilated.” You weren’t sure where your bravery had come from but, boy, that had come out of you without so much as a stutter.

“Y/N, that’s…” His brow was knit in a straight line as if you had given him more to think about than he had expected. He placed his palms together and then rested the tips of his fingers against his chin as if it took all his effort not to snap. “You’re being cruel.” His voice was softer than you’d expected. It would have been easier if he’d just yelled at you. Maybe that was why you had snapped. To make it easier.

“I’m a tornado right now, Liu. A destructive force of nature.” You leaned against the wall with a heavy sigh, exhausted. “I’m sorry. That’s all I can. I’m sorry because I assumed that you had been just as drunk as I was. I just… jumped right to that conclusion like an asshole. I’m sorry. I’m just so sorry.” Liu stood and picked up your hand nervously, and his touch sent shocks through you. You fought the chills.

“Stop. Y/N, please.” He furrowed his brow and all you saw was worry, which you hated. Be mad, damnit. “Stop that. Don’t beat yourself up like that.” Liu’s frown was one you’d seen far too often these past months. “I knew that you’d been drinking. I’d been drinking too. I didn’t think that you were blackout drunk. Not until I talked to you the next day.” He was trying to take half the blame, like he’d taken advantage of you or something. You were more than certain that you’d been a willing participant.

“None of that changes what happened, does it?” You tugged your wrist away from his grip and stepped away from the wall to get some space. Being close to him was dangerous and you were feeling particularly volatile. “So, tell me which one of these awful things that you want to talk about. Pick your poison. No matter which one it is, it’s going to be a fight. A fight that we both lose. There’s no winning this, Liu. I don’t know what you expect to gain from talking.”

“Y/N, look at me.” He grasped your arm again and you shoved his hand away. “I’m serious, Y/N! Look at me.” He grabbed your chin and forced you to make eye contact with him. You smacked his hand away from your face but didn’t turn your gaze. “If you don’t think that we can talk about any of those things civilly then let’s at least talk about… this.” He gestured between the two of you. “This thing that we’re holding back. That you’ve become so tense over. Do you think we can do that?”

“Why? To what end, Liu? Because what’s that conversation without all the others? Do you think that something can work out without all that other nonsense getting sucked in? Are you so caught up in the idea of what you potentially could have had that you’ve become naïve? The Liu Kang I knew wasn’t naïve.”

“So, we don’t get a shot because you…”

“A shot at what, Liu?” You yelled and his eyes went wide. “And why? Why, Liu? I’m a mess. A walking disaster. You’re a mess too. All we do is butt heads! I’m in no shape to even consider thinking about it and you… you keep saying you want to talk, that we need to talk but you don’t really know what to say, do you? That’s why we don’t. We yell or kiss or…” You gestured to him in frustration.

“Maybe this is why we don’t talk.” Ah, good, you’d finally irritated him. There was that snippy Liu that you’d been fighting with for days. It didn’t last. He shook it off and his anger melted into sadness. That was worse. “Maybe I’m afraid of what you’ll say.”

“You don’t talk because of rejection? Or a reaction? Seriously? Of all the things you could be afraid of, Liu, that? Do you have any idea what you put me through back then? The kind of rejection that I felt? The self-loathing?” You had snapped, it turned out. The angry words were just pouring out of you. “Do you have any idea what scares me, Liu? While you’re off being afraid of rejection?”

Concern was dripping from Liu, much more than when he’d first come in worried about your health. You wondered if this was what you had looked like when he’d been losing his shit over the last week. Terrified and worried.

“That I can’t fix it.” Some of your anger deflated. “I can’t fix any of it. Kung Lao’s gone. I’ve destroyed my relationship with you and now I’m having these stupid visions. I can’t… fix anything anymore. This is my life now, Liu. I can’t fix anything or do anything right. I used to fix things. I used to help people. We used to be friends.”

Silence followed. Liu turned away, seemingly thinking it over.

“You’re full of it.” He decided, turning back to you. You looked to him, confused. No, that was definitely part of it. “There’s more to it than that.”

“Okay. That’s fair. You scare me. That’s the other part of it.” You suddenly found the ugly pattern on the carpet very interesting. Liu was so level-headed; it was like you’d swapped roles. “This scares me.”

“Why?”

Really? You shook your head at him in disbelief. Did he not see all the reasons for that staring him in the face? You’d said more than enough on the matter. The stress of the day was all you could handle.

“I’m done talking, Liu. I’ve done nothing but talk. Too much probably.” You gestured to the door.

“Y/N…”

“Liu, you should go. I’m not in the right headspace for this. I’m going to say things I regret saying. I already have. Please, just… go.”

Liu approached you cautiously, like you were a wild animal and that was probably the right approach. You felt like you could jump out of your skin at any moment. He was not going to leave. You knew that already.

“You’re right.”

“Too vague. Be more specific.”

“I’m not used to you being this angry. But you’re right about a lot of things. When I met Kung Lao, I had nothing. I was just an orphan. Raiden gave me family in Kung Lao. I revered him. So much so that when he asked me for something that was precious to me… I gave it to him.” His voice was soft and cautious, but serious. It sent a chill right through you. “I regret that, Y/N, but I also don’t regret it. Kung Lao loved you and you loved him. But I shouldn’t have done what I did the way that I did. Not because of what it implies for my value of self but because you were not a thing to be given away. Not by me. I should have given you the choice. I should have been honest. You deserved the opportunity to choose, and I stole that from you. I understand that you can’t possibly know what you would have done given that chance. It was unfair of me to ask. We aren’t those people anymore.”

You took a cautious step away from him as he drew closer but there wasn’t anywhere to go. The hotel room was small and cramped as it was. You’d bumped your knees on furniture ten times that day alone.

“But if you are going to say that you’re a disaster then I must be one too.”

“I said tornado.” Sarcasm, your very last defense.

“I want to take responsibility for my choices, Y/N. From back then and now. I made the choice to take you to bed that night. I made the first move. Not you. I knew that you were drunk. I didn’t know how drunk, but I instigated it. And I don’t regret it. I regret that you don’t remember but I remember. And I don’t regret it.” His voice was low, intimate, and you stiffened up uncomfortably. You hated that just his voice could make you shiver. All you remembered was how it had felt to wake up next to him, terrified. “Then I woke up alone. I made the choice to react with anger. I regret that but I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

“Liu, you don’t have to explain.” Your voice was barely a whisper. That was all you could muster and even that gave you shivers again.

“Let me finish, Y/N.” He was close enough that you could feel his breath, the air palpable with tension. Your hands tingled with anxiety.

“I made the choice to push you the next few days. I made the choice to hurt you because you hurt me. You’re not the only one at fault. It took both of us to make this mess. If you’re going to call yourself out then you’ve got to call me out, too.”

“I can do that.” Your voice was fragile, but you were surprised you could find words at all. Liu leaned closer to hear you properly. “You were a douche.” He laughed, hand rested against the wall next to your head now. You could feel the warmth of his arm radiating from him. “But I did, in fact, climb into your bed when it was convenient for me. Your words, remember?”

“Yeah, rough words.” He inhaled sharply.

Silence. You were afraid to talk. You were too close, and his lips were so easily reached.

“You should go.” You finally managed. He tilted his head curiously and you saw that playful smile that killed you on his lips.

“Make me.”

“Liu, you shouldn’t push me right now.”

“Sometimes we need to be pushed.”

“We talked. That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? It went terribly. I feel worse about this than I did before we talked. I don’t understand what you want.” You were feeling particularly brave but that melted with one serious look into his eyes. Those were eyes you recognized. Eyes from yesterday. Eyes from years ago. You would bicker back then over something silly. Sometimes you swore just to build the tension. He would grab you, hands still delicate but forceful. He’d kiss you, you’d kiss him back and then before you knew it, you were naked. “Don’t look at me like that.”

He grasped your hand and you tried to pull it back but there was nowhere for you to pull back to. Panic. This was far too familiar. The memories you had together weren’t fond memories. He’d hurt you and those memories had become painful. They were trauma now. But you couldn’t ignore the tension that built up either. It was difficult to breathe, difficult to think. Liu pulled you away from the wall with surprising tenderness, one hand clasped on your shoulder.

“Don’t close yourself off, Y/N.” He pulled you closer. One move and his lips would meet yours, kissing or not. You didn’t fight him. You couldn’t fight him. You were mercilessly lost in a haze, lost in his overwhelming and comforting touch. His hand slid from your fingers and around your wrist, every touch of his fingertips leaving a blazing trail in their wake.

He kissed you, barely having to move for his lips to find yours. The curves his lips met yours in such a perfect way, it was like two puzzle pieces that were meant to be. Everything was still and silent. He urged your hand to his chest and you could feel his heart beneath it beating in time with yours. Your ears were ringing.

Without a thought, you returned the kiss, at a mercy to your baser instincts. Bowing to the part of you that missed being held, missed being kissed, and the part of you that was so attracted to Liu Kang that you struggled to be in the same room for long periods of time.

The floodgates were broken.

His arm slipped around you, and you briefly tried to escape but your movements only moved you from the wall and made your body press against his. His arms were strong, holding you tightly, afraid of losing you. The tension had made your room so hot that you were sweating. Hand flat on your back, he pulled your body close, your chest pressed against his, back arched so that your stomachs touched. The heat of him against you was killing you. It was difficult to breathe.

With a deep groan that made your stomach tighten up, Liu led you to the side. You stumbled but grasped at his shirt, widening your mouth into the kiss. You bumped into the nightstand so hard that the alarm clock fell to the floor.

Biting his lip, you cursed at the sudden sharp pain in the back of your leg. “Son of a…” You muttered. Liu sucked on his lower lip. You could taste his blood on your lips, metallic but oddly exciting. You were hot all over. Liu brushed his hand over the back of your leg and checked to make sure you were okay.

“You…”

He was going to ask you if you were, but instead he caught your gaze and then his eyes trailed over your face, as if taking you in, and lingered on your lips. The throbbing in your leg was forgotten as he kissed you again, thumb on your chin, lips slowly taking yours in, as if worshipping the feel of them against his. Your heart was in your throat, pounding away. You didn’t feel worthy of this tenderness his lips had for you. The way that your lips met and moved as if they knew what the other would do next.

But tenderness was a rare and brief thing turned hot and violent.

Liu shoved you against the wall next to the nightstand and, hands at your thighs, lifted you against it. He urged your legs around his middle, hands grasping at your jeans. You tangled your fingers in his hair, something you had always done in the throes of passion. The familiarity of the action, of his body, was overwhelming.

“Liu,” you muttered against his lips to try and get him to stop but instead it sounded like a cry of passion. Deep down you knew you had to stop. This was not the solution. It would only make things harder. There would be anger, frustration, hurt. This would be your next big disaster. You wouldn’t have any excuses. At least before you had the liquor to hide behind. He was right. You were a mess. Both of you.

Your self-control had gone completely out the window.

He grasped the back of your neck and pulled barely from your lips. His breath was shuddering, you could feel the warmth of it, the rise and fall of his chest pressed against yours. It was stifling. He was giving you a chance to stop him. He wasn’t in control either. You were victim to each other.

His eyes were dark and brimming with conflict. “Y/N.” You both knew this wasn’t the right thing to do. You wanted to say something. Anything. But his lips were so tantalizingly close. His eyes took you in like you were something rare and forbidden. You were failing. Finally, you found words but as you made to speak your lips brushed just against his, upper lip snagging on the small wound your teeth had made only moments ago. It made you weak.

You kissed him. A slow, dangerous, and passionate thing. You were nearly choking on how good it felt to be kissed, to be held. Betraying you, your hands were at his shirt, brushing over the lining of it, to where it folded together. He was covered in soot from earlier. He smelled of sulfur, his lips even tasted like fire. The red sash tied around his middle draped between your legs and you tugged on it. While it happened very quickly, it also felt like it was happening in slow motion. You untied the knot of the sash and dropped it to the floor.

Hand slipping from your cheek, he let your weight rest against the wall while he pulled his shirt off and tossed it behind him, lips only leaving yours for brief seconds. He pressed against you harder, kissing you deeper, feverishly. You invited his tongue, delighting in the feeling of it as he took that invitation. Your lips were swollen from kissing, it was almost painful. Almost.

Gasping for breath, he urged his lips against your neck, greedily kissing your skin and urging you to tilt your head back to offer him more flesh to kiss. He left playful nibbles on your collarbone and a soft coo of delight escaped your lips. Your fingers pressed into his skin, over his bare shoulders, down the little bit of his chest you could reach with him pressed so hard against you. Instead, your fingers ran down his back and as he suckled the skin of your neck, you grasped him tighter to you.

His breath was hot against your chest as he kissed down to the lining of your top, leaving a wet trail of desire in your cleavage.

“Liu…” You had a brief moment of clarity with his lips so close to your breasts. You had spoken so sharply that he had pulled back in alarm. He searched your eyes and rested his hand against your cheek. Instead of speaking, he kissed you again, leaning you against the wall, pressing his chest back to yours, hips pinning yours in place. You grasped at his back tighter, feeling the marks that you’d left on his skin during your night together just below your fingertips. It was where you had instinctually grabbed and exactly what you had to have done in the throes of pleasure. Oh, the things he must have done to you to make you claw him deep enough to mark him up like that.

Resting one hand against the wall, he focused on your lips, his other hand brushing over your thigh and grasping it tightly to reposition you against him. A soft moan came from deep within you and you grasped him tighter. He arched his back into your touch and as he pulled away from the wall, you tightened your legs around him. His hand grasped your backside and he guided you blindly toward the bed.

Much to your surprise, he pulled your legs away and dropped you on the mattress. Pushing back your hair, he urged you to lean back on your elbows and crawled over you. That image of him climbing over you had been enough to make you squirm. Hovering over you, he took your breath away. His lips were on yours again, and he pushed his weight on top of you. You were sunken into the too soft mattress, his hands greedily moving down your sides to find the bottom of your shirt. His fingers left hot blazing trails of fire against your stomach.

This had to stop.

You panicked and broke the kiss, but you could barely breathe with the thick air around him. “Liu!” You were reaching a point of no return. If you let it go on any longer then there was no stopping it and while you wanted it, you knew it was the wrong thing to do. This had not been talking. This was not solving anything. Worse than that, you wanted it so badly. You wanted it desperately. You wanted him to fuck you until you couldn’t think anymore. Sex with Liu would be a wonderful, blissful, but temporary fix.

His lips moved down your neck as you escaped, and you placed your hand over his mouth to stop him. His hands were on the sides of your bra, pulling your shirt up. “Liu, stop.” He did just as you asked him to, lips lingering against the side of your neck, breath making you shiver. He caught your eyes and then closed his tight. You were sure that look had said more than enough.

Liu pulled his hands from beneath your shirt and sat up. He looked down at you, chest rising and falling rapidly, taking you in, eyes devouring you greedily. Then he climbed off the bed and ran his hands through his hair. Frustration radiated from him.

Your shirt was pushed up over your breasts, and you fixed it with one hand before closing your eyes and rubbing your temples. You had been completely sober and were now half naked. This had not been progress no matter how good it had felt.

“This won’t fix anything.” You sat up, trying to catch your breath but it was shaky and difficult. Your eyes were set on the marks on his back. Marks that you would love to leave again.

“And avoiding it will?” Liu scoffed. “Don’t pretend it’s only me.” He stepped closer again. It was not just him. You wouldn’t pretend that it was either.

“I’m not, Liu. But… I…” It was complicated and the guilt now that your head was clearing was immense. “Kung Lao…”

“Kung Lao is dead, Y/N.” He said that with such finality that you lost your breath. “I don’t want it to be true, but it is.”

You turned away and found your bag on the floor near the dresser. The jade ring was tangled into it and all at once you were overwrought with grief. It hurt. Tears blurred your vision and you forced them back. Liu sat next to you and slipped his arms around you. You fought to get out of them, but he held you tighter.

“It’s okay, Y/N.” He didn’t push you further, he just held you. You buried your face against his shoulder. The mood had shifted. Still tense but also miserable. He held you against him comfortingly and his breathing relaxed back to normal. You were trying not to break down, not to cry, not to sob against him. You had too much makeup on from earlier to sob, damnit. “It’s okay.” He repeated soothingly.

“No, it’s not.” You wiped your eyes, picking your head up from his shoulder. “Nothing is okay, Liu.”

“I know that. But it will be.” He reassured you. You trembled and he held you tighter. “You’re shaking, Y/N.”

“I’m okay. Just…” You struggled to get the words out and took deep breaths to calm down. That had been overstimulation at its finest.

“You’re gray.” That worry was back.

“I didn’t sleep last night. Or the night before. Or the night before that. I just need to sleep.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“I want to go home, Liu.”

“We can’t.” He tucked your hair behind your ear, then he smiled knowingly. “We still have to talk.” You laughed in disbelief, practically choking on your spit. “Don’t laugh. You dismissed so much of what we’re dealing with, Y/N. None of it is so simple as a few angry words.”

“Can we just pretend? Just for today?” You managed to take a deep breath and that helped immensely. “Pretend we don’t have to talk. That we aren’t… such a mess? I’m…”

“I get it.” Liu looked down to where his shirt was on the floor. “Does that mean I have to leave?”

“How could you possibly want to stay?”

“I told you that I missed you. I meant that.”

“Okay. You can stay… but we have to promise to keep our clothes on.”

“Tough bargain, but I think we can manage.” He joked and it was a wonderful thing to hear. He let go of you to pick up his shirt and get dressed. Thank god. He was too perfect to look at, too easy to admire, and admiration didn’t seem to be where you stopped anymore. You busied yourself by fixing the nightstand. You’d knocked over the lamp and the alarm clock was still on the floor. Then you straightened your shirt a second time and tried to fix your hair to keep it from looking like you’d been doing exactly what you’d been doing.

You sat on the bed and turned on the television, searching for something to put on to distract your racing thoughts.

Nothing had been resolved.

You were okay with that for now.

Maybe there wasn’t really any resolution. No magical cure to any of it. Maybe there was just fighting until you came to terms with your truth. Liu sat next to you, and you watched television in comfortable silence. He picked up your hand and checked your pulse from time to time and you rolled your eyes at him each time. Some things never changed. Liu Kang had always worried about you.

Through the afternoon you talked about nothing and everything except for the things you knew you needed to talk about. You reminisced, you joked, you shared stories. It was nice even if what you had almost done still hung in the air.

Eventually, you drifted to sleep next to him, exhausted.

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thatonecurlygirl · 4 years ago

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Dog Days

Pairing: Luke x Reader Word Count: 1,347 Summary: Luke gets a call that Roxy had an accident at daycare, when he gets there, he finds more than he expected.

“No, no, no, playing trivia games with Reid is not ‘fun’,” Matt Scoffs, “He has an unfair advantage, you know the whole eidetic memory thing?”

Luke chuckles and nods, “I agree with Matt, unless Reid is on my team.”

“Okay, we will count trivia as a ‘no’.” Garcia’s hands go up in a defensive gesture. “Any other ideas?”

Luke’s phone begins buzzing in his pocket, begging him to answer it. As he pulls out his phone, he recognizes the number and stand up to step away from the group and answer the call.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Luke Alvez?” A soft voice asks from the other side of the line.

“Yes.” He nods, shoving one hand in his pocket.

“Hi, I’m Y/n from ‘Dog Days’. First I want to start off by saying Roxy is fine and you don’t need to worry, but there was a little accident while playing today. Roxy was playing a little to hard and while racing the other dogs she fell. Like I said, she’s fine, but her hip is a little sore and she has a very small limp.” You say, petting her head as you sit on the floor next to her. “We had the vet check her out and he said she’s okay.”

“Thank you so much for calling and letting me know. I will be getting off soon and will head that way to get her.” Luke scratches the back of his head and walks back toward his desk to gather his things.

“Okay, she’s resting in the back with me, so when you get here I’ll bring her up for you.”

“Thank you.” Luke hangs up the phone, shoving it in his pocket.

“You okay, Alvez?” Spencer asks.

“Yeah, I’m going to head out now. Roxy hurt herself.” He sighs.

“Oh no! Give that sweet girl some love for me.” Garcia pouts.

“I will,” Luke smiles, nodding at Garcia before leaving to go get his girl.

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“It’s okay sweet girl, Daddy’s on his way.” You scratch Roxy between the ears as she lays her head on your thigh, looking up at you with her big brown eyes.

Daisy, your lab bounces around the room, occasionally walking back over to give you and Roxy slobbery kisses and attempting to coax the two of you into playing by dropping damp tennis balls in your lap.

“Daisy, Roxy is hurt, she doesn’t want to play right now.” You explain.

As if understanding what you had said to her, she whine, slowing walking over to the two of you with her head down. She sniff Roxy before laying down on the other side of you, laying her head on your lap, face to face with Roxy before giving her one more slobbery kiss.

“Y/n, Roxy’s owner is here for her.” Janice calls over the radio.

“Gotcha, we are heading up there now.” You call back before looking down at the girls. “Come on Roxy, time to go girl.”

She quickly and cautiously makes her way to her feet. The limp doesn’t slow her down much as she nearly races to the door. Laughing at her excitement, you jog to her cubby, grabbing her leash and attaching it to her collar before opening the door and walking down the short hallway to the front.

“Look Roxy, Daddy’s here.” You say to her, nodding through the doorway before looking up to see the tall, tan, and very handsome man standing on the other side of the room.

“There’s my girl.” He calls out, kneeling with his arms out as Roxy excitedly charges him. He smiles wide before looking up at you and Daisy.

“As you can see the limp doesn’t seem to slow her down.” You giggle. “I’m Y/n, I’m normally in the back with the kids so I don’t get to meet the parents very often. It’s nice to finally meet you Mr. Alvez.”

“Luke, please.” He smiles, standing to his feet and taking Roxy’s leash in hand.

“Well, Luke, she took quite the fall, but I think she what really took the beating was her pride.” You smile reaching down to pat her head.

When you look back up, Luke’s eyes are looking down at you with a small smile on his lips before he quickly looks away. “Thanks for taking care of my girl.”

“Oh, no need to thank me. This is what I do.” You shrug.

“Well, Janice up here told me that your shift ended half an hour ago, but you stayed to watch over Roxy until I got here.” He chuckles.

“If my Daisy got hurt,” you look down at her as she looks back up at you with her big brown eyes and tongue hanging happily out of her mouth. “I would want someone to watch over her until I got to her.”

Luke just smiles, before looking at the door, “Mind if I walk you out?”

“I don’t mind at all.” You smile, unclipping the leash you have wrapped around your waist like a belt and clipping it to Daisy’s closet.

The two of you walk out of the door without a word, not knowing what to say until you see a familiar car and a man standing against it, flowers in hand.

“Oh God,” You mumble under your breath. “Thank you,” You turn to Luke, thanking him for walking you out of the door before you turn and walk over to the man, throwing your hands in the air.

“Hey, Y/n, these are for you.” He says.

“What are you doing here Dave?” You groan. “This is my work… my work. Do you know how inappropriate and flat out creepy this is?”

“I just wanted to say I missed you.” Dave says as if he didn’t even hear what you said.

“I told you it wasn’t going to work out, I need you to stop this or I am going to get a restraining order.” You say firmly, standing your ground.

“Please just give me the change to make it up to you. Can I take you out tonight?” He asks, holding the flowers out.

“No, no you can’t Dave.”

“Why not?” His brows knit together, honestly confused.

“Because she’s going out with me tonight.” Luke says, stepping up beside you. You can feel his strong presence beside you without even looking at him.

“And who are you shit wad?” Dave puffs out his chest.

“Great insult,” You scoff. “It doesn’t matter who he is.”

“What ever, I will come by your place tonight after you’re done with him.” He sneers.

“No, you’ll stay away from her like she said.” Luke digs in his pocket, pulling out his credentials.

Dave’s eyes widen in shock before he settles back down in himself and throws the flowers through he window of his car.

“What ever, you’re not hot anyways, I just figured you’d be easy.” He grumbles before getting into his car and peels out of the parking lot.

“He’s wrong, you’re gorgeous.” Luke says, bringing your attention away from Dave’s car getting smaller in the distance. “And if you’re okay with it, I would like to make good on that date.”

Your cheeks light up faster than a marshmallow over the fire, as you look up at the handsome man that just asked you out.

“Tonight?”

“Right now, if that’s okay with you.” He shoves his hands in his pockets.

“That’s more than okay with me. What do you hand in mind?” You ask, rocking back and forth on your feet.

“Normally Roxy and I hit up a food truck on Friday’s, but there’s this place-”

“Going to a food truck sounds perfect.” You smile, “I’ll follow you there?”

“Sounds perfect.” He smiles down at you, eyes locked on yours for what seemed like forever before he slowly backs away a few steps, throwing you a wink before turning around.

“Oh my God, Daisy. That man is smokin’.” You sigh dreamily as you load her into the car. “Hot damn.” You look back at him and Roxy getting into his vehicle.

#Luke Alvez #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez fic #Criminal Minds #criminal minds x reader

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xxyumeno · 4 years ago

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INFORMATION

Name: Kaicho Kanji: 諧調 Meaning: harmonious melody; harmony; unity; euphony Faceclaim: Secuntus from the Abandoned Empress DOB.: Don’t know Age: Immortal Gender: Ambiguous Pronouns: zie/zim/zir/zis/zieself Height: 5’10” Weight: ??? Orientation: Merlin was here Note: Pokémon OC

PERSONALITY

Kaicho is quite indifferent toward the problem facing both Pokémon and humans a like. Seeing as not zir problem despite being birth from the last remnants of the gods that survived a war. Zie does not harbor any of the feelings these gods had before they passed on and formed zim. Which zie considered to be quite lucky. To zim it give zim the excuse to be an ass toward those (only one Legendary in particular) those keep pestering zim.

For zim to help would require too much effort on zis part. If Kaicho does help it either or of amusement or there something zie is after. As long as whatever it is can benefit zim in some kind of way zie will help. Be wary of Kaicho, because there may be some kind of ulterior motive to zir kindness if Kaicho does decide to help any one being. There are very very very rare moments when zir kindness is genuine and it only to those Kaicho consider like family which is very few.

Zir has an elegant way of speaking at times as zie noticed it tends to get on the nerves of a few. It not something zie can really changed as it was passed onto zim from one of the more polite goddesses that made up zir being. Even though zie inherited politeness it didn’t stop zim from being direct and very blunt with zir words. It just sounded a lot nicer, despite the curtness, when zie spoke. Though, zie wished zir sarcasm would be taken seriously to some degree. It will be something zie will have to work on.

Kindness exist in spades and primarily reserved for those Kaicho deems worthy of it or if see as being close like family to zim. Zie does have a fondness for small and cute things, even considering some things other would see as ugly or even grotesque. Kaicho tend to have a rathe ‘unique’ view of things when it come down to it. Zie doesn’t come with a censor either, if it is on zie mind thou shall speak it. If only to cause chaos when things seem to be too peaceful to zim.

BACKGROUND

A harmonious god born from the remnants of gods who survived a war that greatly reduced the numbers of legendries and gods on both sides. The number of Pokémon suffered as well, but not as severe as the humans who existed far lesser in numbers.

It was a strong desire to end the war before both sides perished. The respective leader of each side called an end to their fighting. The reason for the war, their fighting had long been forgotten lost to the sand of times. The war that had raged for so long had gone on for centuries. An event that neither side wanted to remember. It was agreed upon in a peace treaty that it would not exist in their shared history.

Once peace was restored between the two races. The remnant of gods that survived withdrew their presence from the world in silence leaving the running and maintenance of the world to the Legendries and their kind. Thus, the world was reset and history given a clean slate once the Legendaries realized the human gods had vanished. Little did they know…

“My name is Kaicho how may I help you Legendary known as Mew?” is how zir had introduced zieself when Mew had discovered this harmonious god when the legendary was in search for the remnants of gods who had survived the war. “Unfortunately, the remnants you are in search for are no more. They are gone and it is I who remains of them.” Kaicho would say next with a slight bow of zir head.

A problem had arose while Kaicho lived in seclusion as zie watched events from a distance. Zie knew the God of Pokémon was aware of this. “Oh, you came seeking my help when it was thou who wish not the gods to interfere in thy problem?” Kaicho would smile cheekily with zir eyes closed. “Do as you wish as this is no concern to me.” Was zir words as zie turned zir back on them.

Due to Kaicho not helping the culprit, a majority had thought vanquished during the war, escaped prosecuting at the hands of the Legendaries. With the exception of Mew who had gone to keep Kaicho company.

Once more Kaicho was called upon to handle yet another situation that zie probably wouldn’t bother with solving. Mew brought zim to the location. This time zie sighed “You do realize this god is from another world yes? That he has nothing to do with the one that escaped all those years ago, yes? If I must do something… I’ll take him to another~” with that Kaicho took the other worldly god to a goddess of sorts who arrived in this world undetected several millenniums back.

Eventually the Legendaries had stopped bothering zim after that and Kaicho was quite grateful. Though, it was mainly just one it was still quite a bother to leave his tea and books. Any problems pertaining to the war that happened ages passed did not concern Kaicho for zie was born after it had ended. Seeing as zie was the last of zir kind technically, Kaicho had to deal with it regardless.

ABILITIES

Elemental Magic: Zie has mastery over the five basic elements thanks to one of the remnants that presided over magic, witchcraft, sorcery, and etc. Though, Kaicho has a strong preference of using Air, Water, and Space the most.

Shield: When evoked it will protect zim from all physical and elemental attacks. Though, it won’t work all at once. At most zie can get two of three of these going for a shield at a time. Only one will be at full capacity while the secondary will more than like be at half what it could be if zie only focused on one. Kaicho continues to work at this, but it seems to be a slow progress without help from others.

Mental Fortitude: Kaicho has a strong mental shield/barrier around zir mind to keep psychic’s as well as psychic type Pokémon out of zir mind. If one does by chance happen to break through zir mental defense they will remain trapped in a hellish nightmare until Kaicho decides to let them go or crush their mind.

Shapeshifting: being able to take on any form and any shape that zie so desires has had it many advantages for Kaicho. Not only does it allow zim to hide from those who constantly pester zim. It also allowed zim to cause as much trouble as zie pleases just to be a thorn in their side. Thus, leading zim to develop quite a mischievous and playful side.

Creation and Destruction: Zie can do all, but create another living breathing life from thin air such as Pokémon or humans. For zie doesn’t exactly have that kind of ability to do so. This power heavily pertains to plant life and objects one can use in their everyday life. In a way this ability is in connection to zir emotion. Depending on zir emotional state Kaicho can go from creating a rain forest to destroying it in one go.

Healing: Zir healing can be quite potent from healing small cuts to regenerating lost limbs and missing organs. Due to this zie tend to keep it on the download as zie does not wish to be hounded when it comes to healing others. More so when it come to the first generation. There is a small bit of leeway for the younger and current generation of Pokémon.

Necromancy: As proficient as zie is with it. Kaicho doesn’t tend to use it as much due to the repercussions it could cause to zim and zir body. The spirits of the dead tend to visit zim on quite an often basis for zim to keep up with current events and new happenings when zie has trouble keeping up with popular trend zieself. While trying to keep his identity as a god a secret from mortals.

NOTES

Kaicho can cook anything you ask of zim as long as zie has cooked it before. Baking on the other hand, one is lucky if zie doesn’t burn it to a crisp. Despite living among humans for a good couple hundreds of millenniums, one would think zie would have gotten the hang of baking already. Unfortunately, this one has not figured out that zie has to watch the timer when baking.

Zie grows zir own garden. Kaicho grows flowers, herbs, and vegetables and sell some of these in a small shop zie owns. Though, the location of Kaicho’s shop isn’t in one specific region, town, village, or city. Zir shop will appear as if by magic or summoned when someone need it. For it is how zie had designed zir shop, but there have been times when zir shop has appeared without that requirement being met. Thus, effectively confusing Kaicho.

When not attending to zir own shop, Kaicho can be typically found on mystical Isle of Apples. The Isle of Apples isn’t an island that is easy to find nor can it be viewed normally. The Queen and her sisters that reside on this island are the ones who deem those who are worthy to enter or even see the island. Kaicho consider zimselves lucky in this regard. It was definitely a good thing zie got along well.

The god zie had saved from an unfair execution Kaicho had befriended by chance. At first zie did not think they would get along due to God of Fire being from a completely different world than this. After learning of the god’s background zie had decided it wouldn’t hurt to try and make a friend. A genuine friend zie could confide in something Mew and the Queen of the Isle of Apples kept pestering zim about. It was from him that Kaicho learned the fun of pranking and crafting. Who knew carving little animals from apples could be so much fun?

Of all the abilities Kaicho has zie only uses Creation and Healing the most as that is how zie make their living while living among humans and Pokémon. Though, he has learned how to make zir herbal medicines and tea the old fashion way in the event some ask zim on how they make zir traditional medicine.

Kaicho is a human god, but zie is not made of the remnant of the god who created humans. Which zie consider zieself to be quite lucky. If there was any recorded history of there being a god who created human zie would more than likely be pinned as the one even zie did not.

#🕊 ＊ about. kaicho 「 an unknown god trying to live in peace 」#🕊 ＊ catch all. muses to be learned #🕊 ＊ profile. pokémon #( i'll eventually being adding the profile #( to the profile page

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@jambudweek Day 2: Singing and/or Humanity

A Private Performance

Steven’s therapist suggests he turns to music as an emotional outlet after seeing the video of him performing “Never Giving Up.” Unfortunately, he has a difficult time in doing so, until Connie shows up.

Word count: 1,623

Post-SUF

(A little late into the day, I know! Honestly didn’t know if I was gonna finish this on time in the first place, let alone post it. It’s the first fanfic I’ve written in a few years, so please keep that in mind. It was fun, though! I hope you enjoy!)

(If you want to see more writing content from me, either snippets from my original work, or possibly more fanfiction, feel free to visit my writing twitter!)

“Hey! So, uh… my name is Steven Universe! Ah, you already know that, obviously… uhhhhh… sorry I haven’t really uploaded in a few years. My life got pretty crazy a couple years back and—uhhhhh… I just didn’t have the time to. Ah. Make more videos. Or anything. But! Ah… w-well, my therapist told me I should write a song about my feelings, you know, use it as an outlet? She saw my video from a few years ago, where I played that one song I wrote… I-I’ve had a lot on my mind lately and, uhhhh, she said it would be really healthy for me to—NO! This is too weird! I can’t do it!” Steven groaned in frustration, hands covering his face. Why had he let her see that video? He should’ve known she would suggest something like this…

“Steven?”

“Connie? Aw, jeez, what time is it?”

“11:30?” Connie walked into the house, one eyebrow raised. “That is when we agreed to meet up for lunch, after all.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I just… lost track of time, I guess.”

Connie glanced at the camera pointed at Steven, then turned back to face him. “Are you… recording a video?”

“Yeah,” Steven said, blood rushing to his cheeks. He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed to be caught trying, and failing, to film for the first time in years. “My therapist said I should try using music as an outlet again, so I wrote a song, and I was going to record it and everything, but it just… feels so weird, you know?”

“How do you mean?”

Steven crossed his arms and looked to the floor, feeling awkward with Connie’s probing questions and determination to not break eye contact. “I mean, I haven’t uploaded in years, and the first thing I do is dump all my feelings? I mean, sure, nobody knows the context, which in a way is kind of nice, it keeps some of it private, but also… isn’t it all weirdly personal?”

“Don’t musical artists tend to get all weirdly personal… literally all the time?”

“Yeah, but they’re used to having no privacy. I mean, that’s kind of their entire life, Connie.”

“Whoa, whoa,” Connie raised her hands in defense, shaking her head. “No need to get defensive, Steven. I’m not attacking you; I’m just trying to help you out.”

Steven sighed ashamedly. “I know, I’m sorry. It just feels like… I don’t know, I feel like I’m telling the whole world all my most personal feelings. Isn’t it fair to be at least a little intimidated by that?”

“I mean, yeah, of course it is. But isn’t that the whole point?”

“Huh?”

“Well,” Connie said, “one of the biggest issues you’ve had is being open about your feelings, right? Maybe this is your therapist’s way of helping you get more comfortable with it.”

“I mean, maybe…” Steven said, his tone unsure, though his mind was making the connections. “But it’s still a bit much, don’t you think? Showing this to the whole world and all, that is.”

“Sure, it seems like a lot, but this isn’t supposed to be easy. It’s normal to be scared, Steven.”

Steven was about to respond with some sort of sarcastic or moody remark but stopped himself. She was right, after all. But something still stopped him. Just because he knew it was supposed to be scary didn’t change the fact that he had so many butterflies fluttering around in his stomach that he wanted to throw up. Sure, he knew full well that he was supposed to be facing his demons or whatever, but facing the monster within yourself was a completely different story from facing the monsters within others, literal or metaphorical.

“… Steven?”

Right, Connie was still there and expecting a response. What could he say?

Sighing, Steven resigned himself to just telling her the only thing he did know: “… knowing it’s supposed to be scary doesn’t make it any easier.”

Connie’s face had a soft expression, one of kindness and understanding. She pondered his statement for a moment, eyebrows wrinkling in thought, before finally saying, “if it makes it any easier… maybe you could sing just to me?” Realizing the intimacy of what she’d just suggested, her face became flushed and she looked to the floor. “Only if you’re comfortable with it, of course! I just thought that focusing on one person—”

“That… might actually help.” Steven said.

Even though she was the one who had the idea in the first place, Connie looked surprised. “A-are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Steven shrugged. “I wanted to share this with someone, but immediately sharing it with the whole world might be a bit… too much. I think that sharing it with you would be okay, though. Baby steps, right?”

“Oh,” Connie’s shoulders relaxed and the colour in her face returned to normal. “If it helps, then I’ll just… sit right here?” She made her way to the couch and took a seat, brushing off her skirt while she did so.

“Yeah, that’s perfect!” Steven readied himself again, ensuring his guitar was tuned properly and putting his fingers in the right places. His hands still shook ever so slightly, but having her there made it easier. He already felt like some of the butterflies had peacefully left his stomach, easing his nerves. He found that he could even put on his cheery persona again, if with some effort. “Now, without further ado, here’s Being Human!”

His fingers began to dance on the guitar strings, perfectly hitting every note after all the hours it took to write them just right. He was grateful for the song’s somewhat lengthy intro because his throat was still tight with anxiety, even if he was only singing to Connie. He tried breathing deeply, just like his therapist had taught him to, before finally beginning to sing.

“Just a little time,” he sang. “Just a little something else instead.” He looked up to see Connie’s fingers tapping along to the music. “Just a little time.” The thought of Connie enjoying the song gave him a light feeling that bloomed in his chest, encouraging his song. “Just a little something up ahead I’m dreaming of.” He closed his eyes and tilted his head down, absorbing himself more into the music. “Being… being… human…”

He continued to play, glancing at Connie every now and then to gauge her reaction. All seemed to be going well; her fingers continued tapping, and she even bounced her knee to the beat at one point, until she noticed him looking. As for Steven, he poured his entire heart and soul into his performance (as one always should), and by the end of it, tears pricked his eyes. When his fingers strummed the last chord, he noticed that he felt much lighter than he had for a long while. He did another mental check of his insides, in which there was no butterflies to be found. Well, except for one…

Connie was clapping, exclaiming “Steven, that was great!”

… and that last butterfly was gone.

“You really think so?” Blood rushed to Steven’s cheeks again, this time not in embarrassment, but in flattery.

“Yeah! I mean, I know that it doesn’t matter how good it is, that’s not the point, but it really was a great song.”

Before Steven could process what was happening, Connie rushed over and hugged him with all her strength. His face became hot from the surprise and the joy it brought him. His arms rose to wrap around her, never wanting to let go. He closed his eyes, savouring the moment, but realized he’d seen something he shouldn’t have seen before he’d done so. Slowly, he peeled his eyes open, praying it wasn’t true, but…

“… aw, jeez, I was still recording.”

“Huh?” Connie said, confused, before she turned her gaze to where he was looking. Surely enough, the red button that indicated the camera was recording was on.

“Argh, I’m such an idiot! I’m sorry, I should’ve—” Steven cut himself short, because Connie was… laughing? “Hey, are you laughing at me!?”

“No, no!” Connie stopped, but it was clear she was struggling, as she kept supressing snorts and chuckles. Before long, her composure broke, and she burst out laughing yet again. “Okay, you’ve gotta admit it’s a little funny.”

“What is?”

“Just the fact that you were all anxious to record yourself singing the song and didn’t even realize your camera was still on when you eventually did manage to do it under the guise that it was a private performance.”

“… okay, you got me there. I’m not keeping it, though!”

“Oh, come on!” Connie pleaded. “Can I just have it, then?”

“Why do you want it? I’ll probably just record it again and post it anyway.”

“Sure, but…” Connie paused for a beat, finding her words. “That’s the first time you ever performed that song for someone else! It’s special, I wanna keep it!” When Steven didn’t respond, she persisted. “Pleeeeaaaase?”

“Fine,” Steven said, before immediately adding, “only if you buy my lunch!”

“Okay,” Connie rolled her eyes. “A small price to pay for a rare recording of Steven Universe performing his latest hit!”

“Yeah, whatever, you dork,” Steven said. He had a playful glint in his eye, realizing he could take advantage of her newfound victory. “I’ll race you to the dondai!”

“Wha—Hey!” Connie cried when Steven pushed her off, getting his completely unfair head start.

Naturally, after their debate over ownership of the tape, the couple had forgotten to turn the camera off, leaving its battery to die after recording hours of literally nothing but a forgotten warp pad and guitar.

#jamweek #connverse #su #steven universe #suf #steven universe future #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #idk man... does it count for both? or even either at all?? lajklsdjflksdjaklfsaldfsak #look I just had this idea already and saw this prompt and was like #ah yes... perfect #BUT I struggle more with fanfic than my original ideas tbh so #pls don't judge too hard akdlkasdjfklasdjkl #this was honestly just for fun and bc I wanted it to exist l o l #also sorry for plugging my twitter... just wanna get the word out there |D

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This is my next smau. It's a Harry Potter smau. Neville X F.!Reader pairing. There's a bit of Fred X F.!Reader pairing in here. There's also Neville X Fred X F.!Reader. Title:A Muggle's Love Story

Trigger warning: Slight swearing! Mentions of sex! Will be mentions of rape! Slight abuse! If you are sensitive to these things read at your own risk! Major Fred fluff!

Y/n was a muggle brought into the world of magic, at a very young age. She didn't know how to handle it. And with her older sister, her guardian being the only one who could take care of her, it proved to be difficult for her with her sister being the Defense Against The Dark Arts professor, and her having to live in the world of magic. She feels a little left out, seeing as both her sisters, her older and her younger, - her twin - are wizards and she is not. But that all disappears when she meets the one person who helped her realize not everything is about that. And it's not all its cracked up to be. Neville was there for her since she was young and they became the best of friends. However, as they got older they realized their feelings were more for each other than they even orginally thought. But what happens when Neville finally has the courage and another man tries to swoop in and take him from her?

Beginning Special Part 5. . .

Fred's P.O.V.

I knew how Y/n was getting and I didnt like it. I felt for her. I hurt for her. I want to beat the shit out of Neville. I know that dumbass feels for her, just like I do, but he wont tell her. All he tells her is that he has a crush on this girl, but he wont tell her who it is. Neville is supposed to be her best friend and he's basically keeping a secret from her. Way to keep the trust up Neville. If he truly does hurt her, and makes her want nothing to do with him and I have to pick up the pieces of what he broke - I cant promise I'll hold myself back from wanting to beat the hell out of him. Y/n held onto her empty glass staring into it. I knew she was drunk and I knew she wanted more. I wont let her do this to herself. She said nothing to me as I took the glass from her. I picked up the bottle of Fire Whiskey and brought it back to the kitchen, putting it away. I gently place the cups in the sink. Y/n had her hand on the side of her neck, entangling her fingers in her hair long beautiful dark brown hair (or y/h/c)

"Fred? -"

She sounded like she wanted to start crying.

"What is it hon?" I asked her as I walked back over to her.

I sat back down next to her.

"I want Neville," he sentence sounded slurred and she looked like she wanted to cry.

She actually did have tears in her eyes. I sighed as I looked at her. I moved a piece of hair from her face.

"I know sweetheart," I said to her softly not exactly knowing what else to say.

"What do I do about Neville?"

I looked directly into her beautiful bluish/green eyes (or y/e/c/).

"You can talk to him. - Maybe it'll help straighten things up,"

She had a few tears fall from her eyes.

"No!! - He likes someone else and I don't want to hear it again,"

"Maybe he does like you and he just didn't want to tell you, so he phrased it differently, because he was scared,"

She sighed as she looked at the floor. I jumped slightly as she put her hand on my knee. I knew where that would lead for me. Damn physical issues. She moved closer to me.

"Fred?"

"Yes?"

I tried acting casual, but I was having so many issues. Y/n took me by surprise as she smashed our lips together, kissing me passionately. I knew the kind of state she was in, and I would never take advantage of her while she's like this, but I had the urge to kiss her back. To show her the love I have for her. And that I could love her more than Neville ever could. I slipped my hands to behind her neck, pulling her closer. I knew she liked it as she hummed in satisfaction. I still wanted to distance myself. I would never let us, get any farther when she's like this. I felt her hand moving up my leg farther. I moved slightly from discomfort. Not from her or what she was doing. It was what it was causing. I continued to kiss her as her hand stayed on my inner thigh. I wanted her to. I wanted her more than anything, but I wont let it happen. That and despite what Neville has made her feel, I know she still loves him. And I want her to sort things out with him before she makes any major decisions like this. I breathed out softly as she stopped kissing me, resting her forehead on mine. She slowly slipped her hand more towards my front. I wanted to stop her, but my physical needs needed her more. I let her touch me.

"I want you Fred," Y/n said to me in the softest voice she could.

"Y/n, I dont wanna, -"

She had a few more tears slip from her eyes.

"Please Fred, - I need you," she pleaded.

"No, you need to rest," I told her.

She touched her lips to mine softly moving them. Her thumb gently moved in circles.

"Please,"

I said nothing. I want to say yes. I want her so bad. As she can physically tell, but I refuse to let it happen this way. Though I wanted to see how far she would actually get. I slightly nodded. In an instant she had our lips pressed together. She turned our kiss into passion. I let out a soft groan as she moved her leg over, straddling my lap. I let her move her hips down onto me. I wanted her more and more as the seconds passed on. I put both my hands on the sides of her neck, pressing my lips to hers harder. She hummed once more in satisfaction. I closed my eyes leaning my head back, as she moved her lips to my neck. I breathed out softly as she kissed the most sensitive part of my neck. She let her hands, move down my chest moving their way up my shirt. I wanted her so bad. But I cant. Not when she's like this. I wont. I knew I was gonna have to stop her soon. She pressed herself into me harder as she took off my shirt. I pulled myself back from her only slightly. She was trying to catch her breath from kissing me.

"You need some water," I said to her in a soft stern voice.

"I need you," she told me trying to be persistent.

"Water first and then me," I negotiated.

Of course I didnt mean it, but I'm trying to get her to settle herself. At most I'll do is snuggle her close to me as she sleeps. She still wanted to protest as she smashed her lips onto mine once more. I let myself kiss her as I stood up, while holding her. I laid her down on the couch. She reached out to me as I took my lips from hers, leaning back.

"Fred, no," she protested.

"Sweetheart, I'll be right back," I reassured.

I gave her a soft reassuring kiss. Honestly right now all I wish I could do, is go to Neville's apartment and kick his ass. He did this to her, just because he's too afraid to tell her what I did. I let my hand drag from hers as I walked to the kitchen. I sighed as I grabbed one of the regular glasses from the cupboard filling it with cold water. I brought it back to her, kneeling down on the floor in front of her.

"Here hon, drink this, - I promise you'll feel better," I said to her in the softest voice I could possibly have.

She sighed as she took the glass.

"And then I can have you?" She asked hopeful still not knowing what she was saying or what she actually wanted.

"Yes, then you can have me," I lied.

I hated lying to her. I never have before, but I cant hurt her anymore than she already is. I love her too much for that. I held onto her other hand as she started to take sips from her water. I was hoping she wouldn't remember what she wanted from me while she was like this. That way if it ever is me in the future, we can start fresh.

Almost an hour later. . .

I had taken the glass of water from her quite a few minutes ago. As I walked back from the kitchen I had found her snuggled with the blanket at the end of the couch, and she had fallen asleep. That's the sight I like to see. I just stood there for a moment staring at her as she slept. She really is the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes upon. I walked to the other end of the couch. I was as careful as I could be as I crawled onto the couch behind Y/n. She was sound asleep. There was no waking her up now. I put my arm around her, holding her as close to me as I could. Being as respectful as I could be. As she noticed me next to her, while still sleeping, she turned herself into me, snuggling herself into me. I had my head propped up with my elbow. I used my other hand, to trace a finger down her face softly.

"Dont worry Y/n, things will get better - I promise," I spoke to her.

She let a soft noise leave her as she slept. I wrapped both my arms around her, pulling her even closer, letting my eyes close. I wont let anything happen to her.

. . .

Neville's P.O.V.

I sighed as I stood before Fred's apartment door. I was nervous, so beyond nervous to tell Y/n how I felt about her. However, I know Adelina is right. Though the way she's going about this is a little unfair. Again I do agree with her. I have loved Y/n pretty much since we first met. I've always wished I could tell her, but I've always been too afraid. I was just afraid of rejection. Though I really wonder how its actually going to go, because of Adelina's reactions to things I said. I knocked on the door, only to get nervous as there was no response. I knocked again, only to get the same response. I could feel myself getting anxious. Seeing as Y/n was supposed to be here, and Fred usually never goes to bed before three. And with knowing that he likes her, my heart was racing at an uncomfortable pace. An idea crossed me. It wasn't the greatest idea, but I had to know. I took out my wand using the, "Alohomora," spell to unlock the door. I'll apologize to Fred later for breaking into his apartment. As I opened the door and looked at the couch, my heart sank and my stomach fell a thousand feet. There on his couch lay Y/n, asleep in Fred's arms. It looked as if they were as close as they could possibly get to each other, without actually being on top of one another. And to make things worse Fred had no shirt on. I could feel tears coming to my eyes as I looked at them. They were both sound asleep. I backed out of the apartment, softly closing the door. As I walked down the hall to leave, a few tears fell from my eyes. As I stood outside, I could feel anger rising towards Fred. In anger I blasted one of the trees, accidentally breaking one of the branches. Whoops. I walked off. Adelina was right. I was too late and I lost her to Fred.

. . .

The Next Morning. . .

Y/n's P.O.V.

I woke up, with my eyes in a blur, holding my head as it pounded. I sat up on the couch, almost with tears in my eyes. I scooched forward so my feet touched the floor. I knew I was at Fred's place. And I knew I came here late, but I dont remember much after our conversation about our friends.

"Oh, damn," I spoke out not even being able to handle my own voice.

"What's the matter hon?" Fred asked me as he kneeled down in front of me.

"I have a killer headache," I replied still holding my head.

"I know, -"

Fred moved my hands from my head. I forced myself to open my eyes, looking at him. I questioned why he wearing just his sweatpants and nothing else. My stomach dropped a thousand feet. Fred held out a glass of water to me and a couple of ibuprofen.

"Here take this and drink this," he said to me in such a caring voice it melted my heart.

I took the ibuprofen from his hand taking it, and drinking from the glass of nice cold water. Once I was a little more with it, and my surroundings, I set the cup down, awkwardly turning to look at Fred.

"So, - I'm not so sure I want to ask this, but - um - Did we - We didn't - You know -"

Fred seemed to know what I was trying to ask. He took my hand in a gentle soft gesture.

"No, Y/n, we did not have sex," Fred reassured in a calming voice.

I breathed out in relief as I looked away from him. I knew he was smiling.

"Oh thank God, - I'm sorry but that would've really messed things up,"

"I understand -"

I looked at him again.

"I couldn't let myself give in when you were like that. I would never take advantage of you like that,"

A soft smile passed me.

"Thank you Fred, -"

I locked our fingers together, placing my head on his shoulder. He gently placed a kiss to the top of my head.

"I love you so much Fred," I spoke to him.

"I love you too darling,"

I moved away from him.

"But I love Neville too, - And I should really text him, and try to get to the bottom of what's really going on,"

"I understand that,"

I stood from the couch.

"Wait, -"

Fred stood from the couch.

"Let me take you to breakfast first, - Get you back to normal," Fred offered to me as he started to walk to the stand by the door.

"I am normal," I said to him.

"Not normal enough, -"

I pretended to be offended as I gently punched his arm. He chuckled.

"Let me take you to breakfast, - Please," he pleaded.

I sighed as I looked at him.

"There's no talking you out of this is there?" I asked him.

"Nope,"

He put his hand on my back as we walked out the door together. He took his keys before closing the door and locking it. I honestly wouldn't know what to do without him. I will be honest, I'm a little scared to find out the truth from Neville. But I have to know. I need to know what he meant, and if he really does like someone else. If he really does like someone else, then I guess my choice I pretty clear.

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detectiveran · 5 years ago

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Part 3 of Dark ShinRan AU! Please!!

Alright, so I deleted the sorta sequel I had written because I didn’t like it that much. So, here’s Part 2, hope you like it, anon! Also, it’s a dark!au, so be forewarned of some disturbing imagery.

Shinichi, like every other human had his ups and downs. On a good day, his thoughts were filled with the course work he had to complete, the football practice he had to attend and how to spend more time with Ran. A normal boy with a normal routine.

Bad days were the problem. On those days, he tended to avoid interaction and would want to stay by Ran’s side even more. She could talk to him, ground him, tame the beast, so to speak.

He understood his nature but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t try to keep the monster locked in as much as possible for everyone’s sake. He did enjoy killing in that moment but afterwards, the guilt crushed him. Well, if he were actually honest, the guilt nipped at him. Thoughts like the victim being someone’s family or caretaker or a loved one would rush in and he would sympathize with whomever’s loved person he had stolen. After all, he would think, Ran would be devastated if I died too. The sympathy didn’t last long though because he never killed an innocent person. For him, it was more like community service.

He had a monster inside him and if that monster could help eradicate a wretched soul, who was he to complain? He did help in making the city safer. Sure, it was through unconventional means but didn’t the motivation posters and speakers babble on about embracing oneself and not denying who they actually were to fit into society’s standards? He was just following them.

On that rainy day, the weather matched his mood. The thunder rumbled on and the sky was grey and his thoughts turned darker and darker as the day progressed into the night. He sat still on the sofa, not even daring to move a muscle. He took deep breaths in and tried to calm his mind down.

No, he didn’t need to go out.

No, he wasn’t actually hungry.

No, he will not be stepping one foot out of the door.

But, oh, wasn’t there a poster of missing girl pasted right around the corner? Shouldn’t he try to help find the girl?

Blood. Blood. Blood. I need blood.

No, missing kids are part of police’s work, not his.

Poor kid. You’re just sitting still while who knows what is happening to that girl.

SHUT UP! He wasn’t putting one single step out of his door and that’s final. Where’s Ran? He needs Ran.

Ran. Ran. Ran. I need Ran.

Shinichi curled his hands around his thigh and brought them up to his chest, rocking back and forth. Fuck, why was he like this? He knew what he did was wrong but his thoughts would always take control over him. However hard he tried, he couldn’t stop himself. It made him feel like an animal locked in a cage. He had no control over his body. It was him who always whispered thoughts about murder and dead bodies. He felt like an animal. Just stripped down to bare instincts. His thoughts on nothing but his unending desire to kill, kill, kill, just kill.

Tears pooled in his eyes and he breathed in a choked sob. He didn’t want this. He just wanted to be normal. To not have this itch of watching someone’s blood be spilled. Why couldn’t he be like everyone else?

He whimpered, letting the grief taking over him. He always, always felt split into two. There was nothing cohesive inside his head, except for Ran. Apparently, both Shinichi and him agreed on loving Ran, which made Shinichi feel even more awful. He was a monster, for god’s sake. Could he really love Ran if he didn’t value human life? Wasn’t that the basic of actually being a human being? Being empathetic to other people’s lives? Was he a human? He surely didn’t feel like he was.

The shrill tone of his phone going off brought him out of his spiraling thoughts and he picked it up with a shaky hand. With blurry vision, he saw Ran’s name flash across the screen and the vice grip around his chest loosened.

Ran would help him. She would make him feel alright again.

He blew out a breath before answering it, trying his best to make it sound like he wasn’t breaking down in his parents mansion all alone. “Hey, Ran. What’s up?”

His eyes closed as he heard her voice, “Hey, Shinichi. Where are you right now?”

His eyebrows furrowed when he heard the background noise. Was she out? In this weather? “I’m at home. Why? Where are you?”

“Ugh, I’m stuck at Dad’s client’s house. Apparently, there was an emergency or something because they found some pretty bad evidence of the victim being a child molester,” she spat in disgust. How awful! Taking advantage of a kid’s innocence like that. People like him were the worst.

His voice stuttered as he replied, “Oh? Who’s this victim?”

This is bad, bad, bad. He didn’t want to talk about criminals with Ran right now. Not when he felt like he could rip his heart out just so he could stop feeling this intense pain.

“Hiroka Akigawa,” she spat in disgust. “The family painted him at some sort of messiah but then the daughter was going through some of his stuff because she missed her father and she found this envelope and when she opened it,” she took a deep breath through her clenched teeth to let the words out, “she saw… pictures.” Just the thought of that made her fill with rage.

But Shinichi didn’t hear a single word after Ran had said that name.

Hiroka Akigawa.

The man he had murdered a few days ago when he had talked to Ran. Shinichi knew what the man was. A child molester. He knew and that’s why he had killed him. Less trash in this already messed up world.

But more importantly, a liability. A liability to him. His mind raced as he went through every detail of the murder. He was always, always careful but double checking never hurt anyone. That was the reason why he had never been caught. And he planned to keep it that way. If he was to be ever found, they would send him to jail because murder was wrong, however good intentioned those murders might be. And then he wouldn’t be able to see Ran whenever he wanted.

No! Anything but that!

Ran was his only thread to normalcy. He knew for sure that if anything or anyone kept Ran away from him, Shinichi wouldn’t be able to survive. The monster would take over. He knew.

And so, he went over Hiroka Akigawa’s, a child molester’s murder in his head. He had burned the ropes he had tied him with in his fireplace. He had made sure to do the same with the gloves he had worn. He had thrown the knife away after he had made sure to wipe his prints off clean. He wasn’t going to make a newbie mistake of keeping the evidence with him. That’s how you always get caught.

Slowly, he calmed down once he realized that he wouldn’t be caught in the cross hairs of this child molester’s murder. He has been killing people since he was sixteen. He was a professional after 4 years of doing this and not getting caught, especially with the new and latest technology. It definitely helped to be majoring in Criminology, that’s for sure.

He zoned into the conversation and caught the tail end of Ran’s rant as she raged on,”… I mean, they are kids, for god’s sake! No one should lose their innocence at that young age!” She let out a huff as she finished.

Shinichi smirked, finding her comment ironic, as he had lost his innocence when he was six too. And he could understand why she was outraged. He definitely felt stripped of any innocence he had possessed before seeing those photos.

“Very true. It’s messed up that anyone could that,” very ironic coming from a murderer but hey, at least he didn’t sexually assault kids. That was a whole another level of fucked up-ness.

Ran sighed on the other end, exhaustion seeping through, “Sorry, I unloaded on you. It was just awful to see those pictures and I automatically thought of wanting to call you, sooo… I just did,” her voice grew sheepish as she admitted that.

It was unfair how much of a roller coaster she put him on. Hearing those words made his heart soar. Ran needed him as much as he needed her. She wanted him to comfort her. And just like that, he felt as if he could breathe. Shinichi was in control again.

“You can call me anytime you want,” he said softly.

“Thank you, I love you,” she answered back.

A smile broke through his face and for the god knows how many times he was thankful to have her in his life. “I love you, too.”

“See you later when I reach home?” she asked.

He answered without any hesitation, “Yeah. My place?”

“Okay, see ya. Bye!”

After he had hung up the phone, he let his limbs relax. Ran would be coming in later. She would make everything better. He would focus on her and would just forget about the wretched feelings curling in his belly.

Yes, Ran would make everything better.

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anodyne-sunflower · 6 years ago

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Moment to spare-TheseusxReader (Req.)

A/N: Requested by @ourbrokenwings Thanks for the Theseus request, in spite of your neutrality towards him lol 😂

MOOD MUSIC: Heeheehaheho by Mamamoo

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Life was a never ending circle of work for a man like Theseus, and you had learned to respect his career path. You were proud of him, of course, but there were certain moments that reached out and made you realize there needed to be a little more time placed into the smaller things. Like say, a nice short break together, or even a simple split second to kiss your lover and tell him you couldn’t wait to go home for the day.

“Ah, Theseus-“ You held a finger up, attempting to gain his attention the moment he walked by the Auror offices. His head was settled down, eyes scanning the pages of a report that apparently held some fantastic information, because the man could barely tear his eyes away.

“Just a moment, my dear.” Theseus swept by you, softly reading aloud the details as he traversed the maze of the cubicles and people scattered around. You had to admire his skill of multitasking, but your focus was spent on racing after him, apologizing to others for your clumsy attempt to mimic his graceful movements.

“Theseus, wait.” He easily slipped through the doorway, still captivated by his work. You almost loathed him for being so tall and taking those long strides, knowing you would barely manage to catch up to him. Luckily for you, he finally stopped, shifting the file closed and glancing back over his shoulder the second he arrived at his personal office.

“Love, you look particularly flustered...” Charming as your tuckered out appearance was, he felt a sliver of sympathy for you. Of course, he was actually busy working, but there was always a spare wink of time he could lend to teasing you along. “Care for a rest?” He gestured inside his office, tilting his head to beckon you in with a small laugh. You were throwing him that irritated gaze he adored so much, the one that spelt his doom and yet he knew nothing would ever come of the silent threat.

“You’re impossible, Scamander.”

“Hm. So I’ve heard.” He gently placed a hand on your lower back, shoving you inside and closing his door behind you both. He didn’t waste time to take a seat at his desk, sighing happily at the brief relaxation he felt. Today seemed an endless loop of files and detainments, but he was grateful all the work from the last few months was officially coming to an end. “Any good news from Travers?”

You could’ve scoffed a thousand times over. “When is he ever spewing out good news?” That earned a chuckle from the Auror, his fingertips working at his temples in a lame attempt to relieve the headache he’d been having.

“One can hope.”

“Are you alright?” You laid down your paperwork atop his desk, moving around it so you could gain some advantage and aid him in his recovery. He brushed you off at first, not wanting you to worry or fuss over him. It wasn’t a rare occurrence, after all, and he was often in between cases so much that stress was a mere occupational hazard by this point.

“It’s just a headache, love. Nothing more.”

The nerve of him, always thinking he could play down his troubles just to placate you. “Nice try.” You stood in front of Theseus, your scowl only amusing him the deeper the annoyance behind it went. “Here. Let me.”

“Darling, it’s fine, really.” He wasn’t opposed to the comfort of your touch, but he truly didn’t enjoy causing you concern. “It’ll pass.”

“Alright, Scamander. You have two options, then. Let me help you, or have me be worried the entire day. Dealer’s choice.”

Theseus released a defeated sigh, holding his hands up in surrender towards you.

“Fair enough.”

The Auror could be such a stubborn man sometimes, but you supposed that was another reason he was able to charm you so easily. “Smart choice.” You moved closer to him, taking the lead and straddling his lap as you took a seat in his chair as well. The position was suggestive in nature, even if you were only taking his place and massaging the pulsing pains away from his head. However, Theseus decided it could be more than that, and the innocence of your help became corrupted under his now seductive gaze.

“Now,” He snaked his arms around your waist, looking up at your concentrated features adoringly while he pulled you closer. “Is this why you were truly chasing after me?”

You could feel the pressure of his hands splayed along your back, the warmth coming from them subduing you into a sweet sense of pleasure. How he so smoothly led you to these intimate affairs was beyond your grasp, but you were impressed by it. “Yes. I only wanted to get you alone and have my way with you in the confines of your office. Does that sound like me?” You lovingly swept your fingers along his forehead, rubbing gently and only taking a break when he swiftly leaned forward for a kiss. His lips brushed yours fondly, giving you just a taste of what this respite could offer.

“It does sound like you, love.” Theseus raised his brow at you, reminding you of the few times you both had abused his office hours for your own blissful gains.

“That was different!” You exclaimed, trying to move the conversation back to a subject that didn’t involve the Auror teasing you for the rest of your days.

“How so?” He swept one palm down, fingertips caressing lazy circles into the small of your lower back. There was a momentary pause between your words, the effects of his touch already taking hold of you. He absolutely thrived on those occasions, noting every fine detail of how you exhaled or shifted above him in your pursuit to prove he held no influence over you.

“Well, our intentions were pretty clear those other times, and now-“

“And now?” Theseus leaned closer, taking advantage of the proximity and bringing you into a short but fiery kiss that would leave you breathless for more.

“And now, I-“ Your lips were lured in by the heat of his own, eyes drifting shut for a good minute while he made his intentions perfectly clear for you.

“You are far too tempting when you’re aroused and speechless.” He mused, arm embracing you closer until you were flush against his body.

“That was unfair.” It came out needier than you anticipated, but how were you to remain at ease when he had just kissed you so passionately it left your entire body wanting. “You pretend to be too busy for me then trap me in your office to seduce me.”

“Come now, my intent wasn’t that malicious.” He laid his hand on your thigh, gradually leading it higher before it came to rest dangerously close to your center. “Besides, you followed me, remember?”

He wasn’t wrong there. Initially you had only wanted a moment with him to relax. Somewhere along your run from the offices to his, that idea changed into something more private. “That’s fair. Perhaps, next time we should simply come up with a word to alert the other.” It was meant as a joke, but the way he looked at you spoke volumes of his intrigue.

“Now there’s a resourceful idea.”

“So, what will it be then? Scamander?” You knew he had a fixation with the way you said his name. There was just something entwined in the syllables of it that riled the Auror up. It even worked now, a soft hum of approval coming from him as he kissed along your neck.

“Much as I like that, it’ll just make me think of you any time someone has the nerve to get my attention. I hardly need to be aroused in a meeting.”

You laughed at the image of that, knowing how irritated he’d get if he had to sit through one and endure it without you. “True. Alright, then...” Words slipped by your mind, each one being denied until you remembered what the Americans referred to their significant others as. It had been a while since you visited MACUSA, but you recalled overhearing the women there in their gossip. “How about Daddy?”

“Daddy, is it?” You could see the endearment amused him, possibly far greater than either of you expected it to. His eyebrows raised momentarily, lips pursed as he considered it carefully. However, Theseus didn’t shy away from the way it rolled off your tongue. In fact, he appeared to marinate on it, a slow grin stretching on his lips the more the word hung in the air. “Say it again.” He demanded, a provocative glint to his eyes. Testing just how far you’d go to please him.

“I-“ There was a bit of confidence bursting through before, but having him await such a request made you nervous. Theseus did enjoy toying with you every now and then, if only to watch you squirm and blush like a fool. The Auror was kind and romantic, but he was also arrogant if given the chance.

“Aw.” Theseus reached up, fingertips stroking the edge of your jaw with a playful smile. “Gone shy, have we?”

“No, I just-“

“Then say it.” He was provoking you on, gripping your chin steadily, and leading you closer to his lips.

“You like it, then?” You felt his breath across your pout, the sensation making you whimper gently in need of more.

“I’m warming up to it.”

***

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chimote1 · 5 years ago

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Mini fic, about Bakumomo. It’s my first time! Don’t know where it’s going with it?

It was Monday, a normal day for UA, the best college for super-heroes.

It was 7 o’clock the time for students to get up.

But two of them was already awake and ready for today, Bakugo Katsuki aka explosion machine that can walk and Yaomomo aka economy falls apart.

They boyh expected this day cause today it’s the day where they are going to be testifying as heroes.

I know what you’re thinking how is that possible that only two students could become heroes, the answer is simple the gouvernement choose those two to become hero because of their actions during the incident.

The Tokyo incident where a villain named, destructor destroy half of the city of Tokyo and where Bakugo and Yaomomo have buy enough time for the rescue teams and even save themselves 100 heroes that was about to be killed by the quirk of destructor, his quirk is simple breaking everything he touch or he stares at more than 10 seconds, they put their life at stakes. I know what you’re going to say why the other students couldn’t do it themselves, because they were with the heroes who was threatened to be killed by destructor, he made a giant trap for the heroes and they falls into it.

For they courage and brave behavior they got their license before everyone.

Bakugo was thinking this day, today is the first day of my pro hero career, I’m going to become the number one hero, on the other hand Yaomomo was a bit nervous to see her classmates and they thought that she got an advantage, that it was unfair and unjust but before she could think about it more someone knocks at her door.

“I’m coming!” She said when she gets up to open the door, she saw Bakugo with bouquet of flowers and he said “Hey, it the huge day and I know that you think you don’t deserve to have an advantage. But let me explain this if it was Dek…” he stop before continuing and sigh “Midoriya or Todoroki they wouldn’t doubt about them or they worth. So don’t you dare do the exact opposite. Did you understand!” Before he could do anything else she jumps on him and hugs him “Thanks Bakugo” she was starting to cry “I needed that, I mean I don’t know if I deserve this but with you by my side I know for sure that I will earn this title!” She was starting to smile between two sobbing, Bakugo him was nervous because he didn’t mean to make her cry but the smile she was wearing was priceless “Come on princess it’s time for us to get going, it’s 8 o’clock they are waiting for us” he get up he helped her to get up and he get a tissue from his pocket, when he was going to give it, Momo was starting to laugh “ Bakugo thanks you but you forgot that I can create one you wasn’t obligated to get one with you” he started to blush and he said “It was just to be polite and also…” stop and he whipped her tears and he continue “to whipped them myself, because you’re a princess” and before they could continue this moment Todoroki appears before them he said “You have to hurry, they are going to calls you in 5 minutes!” He yields but in the middle of is sentence they already close the space between him and them.

5 seconds after this sentence they started a race to know who is going to be the first one to arrive on the stage first.

4 minutes of race later they both came on stage together as equal, even if she loss against Bakugo “Fair play princess for a second I thought you would won this one” he say between one glance and a grin, she was tired, she wasn’t as strong as him nor fast, but she was happy about the compliment of her classmates “Next time I am going to win!” His grin was more largeurs, before anything else could happened the voice of Nezu interrupt them, “It your moment it was a honor to have you as my student, now welcome to the professional world, the stage is yours” they walked on the stage where all the students gathered Momo was nervous but a look at her right she could see Bakugo who was making a face that could say, I succeeded you fool, that look make all the audience want to kill him and turn their attention to him and not to Yaomomo like he was protecting her by being the target of the whole crowd. When they where going to the podium they hear someone said, “I knew it Bakugo that you would make it” it was the whole 1 A class that said it in unison but the reaction of Bakugo wasn’t what they expected, he yield before getting on the microphones “Shut the hell up, I know it already but the true hero here isn’t me but her you should have cheers her and not me she his stronger than me!!” He was upset and in an heart beat he was ready to howitzer impact those losers, but Momo didn’t let him and she said “Bakugo don’t make a scene before all of those people please!” He wouldn’t do anything that could make Momo inconfortable, and he resists the urge to kill all of his classmates, after that he keeps going and got on the microphone “So all of my teachers advice me to make a few words for this assembly but by the looks on everyone here I think that whatever I said they will only think that it’s unfair that we have got the title of hero before them. Honestly I don’t care for myself but don’t you dare said that for my classmates Yaomomo, she deserves this as much as any other hero if she wasn’t at this moment my teammate at Tokyo I think I would have died many times, and the civil would have been hurts and injured, she was the true hero, I was just the support to buy enough time for her to create as much of shield that she can. So you can blame me that I got my title before you but don’t you dare think that for her because I could destroy you all” he finished with those words and before she could react he get near her and hugs her with as much strength he could use and he whispers “I wish that I could earn your trust as you admire me, I…” before he could say another word she kissed him and she yield “Me too, I love you!!” He was now embarrassed by this confession and the whole crowd was shocked just the 1A class wasn’t surprised and they even cheers them “It was so long for you to understand that my gosh” Todoroki said from far away, Bakugo was too happy to hear him but he understood what he said.

Yaomomo her grind at him that was saying we are going to continue this talk and she got on stage and she start her talk “Thank you Bakugo, for those word, but the one one who deserves to be cheered is you because if it wasn’t you at that time I think I wouldn’t have the strength to save all those people, it’s not to be insulting anyone but I could trust your strength and your determination to save all those people, because I am sure you would have gladly destroy both of your arm to make sure they were safe. I wanted to thanks you for your support and to have tolerated my doubts. You are my hero!” After those words everyone turns to Bakugo and understand that Bakugo was misjudged, he wasn’t a angry boy but just an unsecured child that doubts his own strength, they was ashamed of they behavior. After that they get from Nezu their license of pro hero, and wasn’t even 10 seconds that they get it a villain was attacking the school and got in a fight. It’s been just 5 minutes but the fight was already done. Bakugo said to the villain “You see if you got there just 15 seconds earlier you could have been arrested by Aizawa sensei but you didn’t got a chance it’s us knew pro hero that is going to arrest you.” The villain was upset by what have said Bakugo but he couldn’t break free from the cage of Yaomomo and 15 minutes later the police came and arrested him and thanked Bakugo and Yaomomo for their help.

Day has goes well and the evening came relatively fast.

It was 8 pm when Bakugo and Yaomomo get to see each other, the sky was clear without a cloud just the stars was visible.

Bakugo starts the conversation “it a beautiful night, don’t you think princess, but not as gorgeous as you today it was badass that move you have done, how did you do it?” She was embarrassed by the compliment and she answered “I just study the engine of Iida and make one that was wearable, it a little bit weak but the boost that I get thanks to it help me to make my backflip just like you!” She was casually talking to him like they were already was a married couple, that come to their 10 years anniversary. Bakugo was surprise about his own thoughts and he reply to her “You are fucking amazing princess, I should marry you the sooner before someone else decides to stole you from me!!” He said it to make her blush and embarrassed but it was the contrary, she looks happy and confident and she reply “And I should marry you, for the same reason and because you are the best person that I had the occasion to speak too” she smile and Bakugo was trapped by his own plan so he didn’t hesitate “So it’s official, Yaomomo would you be my wife?” He kneel down before the woman in front of him he said after “I’m sorry I didn’t have the time to get you a ring…”he started but before he could continue Momo kissed him and say “You dummy I don’t need a ring to marry you, I love you” and from far away, at least far from the future rage of Bakugo, “Owww, congratulations, we hope you will invite us to your marriage!” It was Kirishima, with the whole 1A class. Bakugo wanted to launch him at them for teasing him, but before he could do anything he thought is it worth, to actually redirect is rage against them and disappoint Yaomomo his future fiancée and wife. He calm down and he start talking “Yeah you would be all of you invited but before that Kirishima you should you too take the small item that you was hiding in your sweet shirt and talks to racoon eyes don’t you think?!” He said it with a grin Kirishima wanted to kill him for that, but he knows it was a pay back for the embarrassing moment he put him into. Mina came in front of Kirishima “What is he talk about Kiri? What items?” She knew what it was but she wanted to be sure, “That damn best friend of mine!! Mina I love you and I want to finish the rest of my life with you would you marry me?” And now our future heroes got into two marriage 3 years later the first wedding was Bakugo and it was a really good wedding but this story is for an another time.

“Mom can we continue please I want to know about Grandpa and grandma story a little bit more?” Said the young lady in front of her mother “You will knows about their adventures tomorrow, it’s late tonight you must go to sleep.” Her mother said when a alarm shout out. “Now remember I love you, don’t be afraid okay. They are not going to find you.” The door of their mansion was broken by the police that was shouting out loud “Where is the girl we must talk to her!!” The mother was facing a dozen of policemen “You broke into my house, it’s a case of legitimate defense!!!” She shoult out and began a fight she was sure she would win. Because after all she is the daughter of the symbol of peace, she launch herself with a good power and when she was at close range she creates a sort of shield but it was made of nitroglycerin, she shot with this shield it didn’t hurt but when she said “Die” is body explode her quirk was creative boom it make every object who made contact with her nitroglycerin object combustible. She had the upper hand but their was a thing about her that was something more powerful that everyone in the society actual that fear the quirk, fear more than quirk “Detroit smash” she yield and all of the policeman get out of her house be the force and she said “It’s all right my baby, why, Because I am here!!” Tomorrow is going to be an interesting day to talk about what happened.

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ahomeganeyatsu · 6 years ago

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Ran Off in the Night (Part 9)

This was not part of the plan.

He ran and took a turn in the next street. He could hear claws scraping on the pavement, the scuttle of legs and the inhuman snarl of that—that thing. He cursed when he raced into a dead-end. He was gasping from his sprint. Fortissimo marked the very music sheet of his heartbeat, crescendoing into deafening thuds. His head whipped around as he looked for any escape routes. But none.

He was trapped here.

He turned around and faced the monster.

This was seriously not part of the plan.

***

Lucas stared at his phone, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. His friends won’t let him hear the end of this. He was already anxious at the thought of what Monday will bring. Much to Lucas’ guilt, bailing out on them tonight had never not been an option. The previous Saturday morning his decision had been firm. There was a need for answers and he wasn’t going to let anything stop him from getting them.

He could simply tell them that he couldn’t come or wouldn’t be coming. That he really wasn’t up for an “intimate gathering” with a girl that’s stressing him out. That he already had something planned that night, something he could not afford to reschedule. He didn’t want to use his maman as an excuse. He could barely visit her as it is. It was, at the core of it, unfair and uncalled for. Besides, he could just text them Chloe’s address. Maybe that will be enough to placate them. Basile especially. The guy was obviously excited. His comments—as disgusting as they were—before they separated got the message across.

The only problem now was Mika.

The Sans Jour may not have been exclusively a gay bar, but it was open for anyone. (Lucas didn’t miss how the anyone part included non-humans as well.) Lucas also knew that Mika didn’t stick to one club/bar or just gay ones for that matter. He was worried he would end up bumping into his older flat mate there. He can’t say he’ll be hanging out with the boys because Mika was following them on Instagram. He’ll immediately notice Lucas missing in their posts and with the promise he made last Monday, Mika surely won’t appreciate being lied to.

The only way to avoid that was to leave before Mika even arrived. He already knew Mika would be working late when he asked to borrow some money, because surprise, surprise his papa forgot he existed and that he had responsibilities to his underage kid. The man could at least give him a heads up. Six months and counting, he still didn’t and Lucas had learned to budget his food to compensate for it. He didn’t really mind that part. It was the rent that really had Lucas worrying. He didn’t want to burden Mika with that. The man already helped him enough.

Which was also why he didn’t want him finding out about this escapade.

Lucas was going out on his own here. The last time Mika had found him alone anywhere near a club, he was sitting on the sidewalk so drunk he couldn’t even string proper sentences and having a breakdown. It wasn’t a pretty picture. He hated to admit it, but Mika’s concerns had some validity to them.

He had to be very extra careful not to bump into him tonight.

Lucas knew he couldn’t go to the club at five. It was still too early. There was something that told him he had to go there when the sky has been fully covered with the dark. The time when the evening was in full swing. He couldn’t hang out in the flat as he was trying not to come across Mika. The man will question him exhaustively about where he was going to go, who he was going to be with and what time he would be back the moment Lucas even so much as try to step out of the apartment. And the teen knew he was going to be caught in a lie. Avoidance was the only solution.

That left him with where he was going to pass time. At least this was an easier dilemma to solve. He didn’t even need to think on it. He opted out of the messaging app and pocketed his phone. Shouldering this bag that contained his change of clothes, Lucas started on his way to Quell’s shop.

It had been two hours. He was done sweeping the floors and dusting the shelves. He had also cataloged the new items that came in, calmed down a particularly nervous coffee machine to give him a decent cup, fed Fynn his dinner and gave him a bath (which Lucas hadn’t expected to enjoy). It was a weird experience, but nothing terrible. Even the werewolf that came in to buy several scented candles was polite if a bit taken aback by his presence behind the counter.

(It was probably the image of him brushing Fynn’s fur that made the guy relax. If Lucas was trusted to groom Quell’s familiar, he probably came out as good to the downworlders.)

He realized if working here was like this every time, he wouldn’t mind at all. Heck, maybe he’ll apply to be an official part-timer. At least then, he’ll have money to support himself. Maybe even get himself out of debt from Mika with the rent. He should ask Quell about that in the future.

“I thought you would have left by now.” At the sound of Quell’s voice, Lucas tore his gaze away from his reflection and placed it on the woman. Her dark eyes scrutinized him from head to toe and the teen kept himself as still as a statue, his insides quaking with nervousness while he awaited her verdict.

Lucas wasn’t much for style. He dressed comfortably more than anything and his hair was the only thing he really fixed about himself—a recent development with his now longer locks. Tonight, he decided to go a different route. He dressed in a nice pair of fitting jeans, a black shirt that hugged him a little closely than he was comfortable with, and finished it off with a dark jacket he rarely wore. He wanted to blend in the background. Remain as unnoticeable as possible so he could keep an eye out.

He wasn’t sure if his choice in what to wear was passable. He hadn’t been in control of his full faculties the first time he went to a club. How he managed to even get in was a mystery even to himself. Although this time, Lucas was greatly relying on the card Quell had given him last Wednesday.

“What?” He couldn’t stand the silence. He needed to hear what Quell had to say, needed to know what had her looking at him like that.

“I’m happy you took the initiative to blend in,” she smiled. Her eyes darted to his shoes though and her lips pursed in thought. Without so much as a warning, her hand made a quick motion that Lucas barely caught. The trail of the magenta was the only sign he got that it hadn’t been a simple gesture. Lucas looked down at his feet. Instead of his usual rubber shoes, a pair of black combat boots stared back at him.

He looked up, the question written all over his face he didn’t even need to voice it. Quell shrugged her shoulders elegantly. “I figured you might as well finish the shadowhunter look you were going for.” The face-splitting grin wasn’t nearly enough to demonstrate the glee she was feeling at that moment.

Lucas affected an annoyed expression, but the reddening tips of his ears gave him away. He tested the new boots, fully expecting them to be a bit heavier compared to his shoes earlier. He just about tripped as he misjudged the amount of force he used to lift his foot. He hadn’t expected them to be that light… and comfy.

“I took the liberty of altering it,” Quell’s dark eyes followed his movements as he tested the boots. Jumping, stomping, swaying on his heels, even marching and running stationary. He ignored the snort of amusement from his newly acquired benefactor. He knew how ridiculous he looked that moment. “They feel light to you but kick someone and they’ll know just how heavy those are.”

“Thanks,” he said to her. He can see the advantage of that. He deeply hoped he wouldn’t need to resort to it. That meant he would be in some kind of trouble and Lucas whole-heartedly preferred to not get into any of that.

He raised his head from examining the boots just in time to see the impish grin Quell was giving him. Lucas instantly knew he wasn’t going to like the next words out of her mouth. “It also gives you an added inch to your height.”

Oh she did not just—

“I’m not short!” He protested, looking up to glare at the woman. Quell just smiled indulgently at Lucas and patted him on the head like some cute little puppy.

“Yes, yes, mon petit chou. You’re the average height of a sixteen-year-old French male,” she agreed in a patronizing voice. Lucas scowled further and swatted her hand away. If he had been an animal his fur would but puffed up in irritation.

It didn’t diminish Quell’s mirth. In fact, she looked even more pleased at his reaction. Lucas didn’t know if her strangeness could be attributed to her being half-human, a woman, or if it was just Quell’s quiddity. At the end of it, he simply didn’t understand.

“Any more add-ons you’d like to give?” Lucas drawled sarcastically, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jacket and cocking a challenging brow at the warlock.

Her eyes narrowed as she hummed. She made a show of examining his clothes, circling him to inspect every angle very with great care. Lucas bore it all. Fynn wasn’t even there to sympathize with him. The fennec fox had opted to sleep rather than watch Lucas prepare himself for his mission. He was lying around here somewhere, Lucas was sure of it.

“Nope, you’re good to go,” Quell declared.

“Awesome,” Lucas quipped. He grabbed his bag where his clothes were stuffed and shrugged it on. “I’ll be off then,” he took a step towards the door but stopped and turned around. “The card will get me through, right?” Nothing quite like last minute anxiety stopping you to complete the day!

“Yes, Lucas. It will get you through. If it didn’t I’ll be having words with the management.” A shiver ran up Lucas’ spine. The smile Quell sported was downright sinister.

“Okay. Good.” He gulped. Lucas sometimes forgot that Quell was quite dangerous. He was lucky that he found favor in her eyes. Lucas wouldn’t even know what would’ve happened to him if that hadn’t been the case. Probably be somewhere in the bottom of the Seinne, never to be found.

“Remember what I told you about that card, alright?” Lucas wasn’t proud that a few seconds had passed before he realized what Quell had meant. He still nodded though and patted his jacket where the the card was safely tucked in an inner side pocket.

“If I’m in any trouble, I rip it and you’ll come.”

Quell allowed a smile and shooed him with a flick of her wrist. “Now go have fun and catch that Shadowhunter of yours.”

“He isn’t my shadowhunter!” Lucas yelled over his shoulder as he walked towards the door of the shop.

“Well, not yet!” Quell shouted back before the front door of the shop closed and Lucas was greeted by the winter breeze of the Parisian evening.

He shook his head.

He wasn’t going to touch the little thrill that Quell’s insinuation sparked in him. Even with a ten-foot pole. He just wasn’t.

He was there for answers. Not something—something else.

The blade glinted in the light as it spun and sliced the skin of the of the dummy that lay 60 meters away. Sand spilled from the tear on the material and rained down on the floor. Long fingers caught the weapon as it boomeranged back. A disappointed tch echoed within the confines of the room before arms drew back and let loose the pair of chakrams into the air once again.

The figure danced as he caught and threw, again and again, performing several flips and hand-to-hand combat maneuvers as he fought an invisible enemy. By the end of it, the dummy was a decimated shadow of its former glory. The figure stood panting, training gear soaked with sweat and grasped desperately at his skin.

“I see you’re up to your usual self.” The figure stiffened before he straightened and turned to the owner of the voice that stood by the entrance of the room.

A man in his late thirties, with slicked back hair and a touch of premature grays at the sides, watched him with sharp light gray eyes. He was dressed in the standard shadowhunter gear of flat-soled shoes, fitted trousers and jacket all made of a the special leather material crafted by the Iron Sisters. No weapons hung at his side, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have any.

“Tristan, I thought you wouldn’t be back from Idris until Saturday?”

“I was, but the meeting didn’t take as long as I had anticipated.” The head of the Paris Institute stepped into the room. He scanned the room, his eyes landing on the mutilated training dummy. He hummed. “I also received a fire message from Marius about your disappearances the past week,” the man continued. Light gray eyes met his own stormy-grays. “You know we can’t have a repeat of last time Eliott.”

Eliott’s jaw tensed as he bit down harshly on the acidulous words raring to come out of his mouth. “I’ve done my duties to my utter best,” which was true. Eliott wasn’t the type to let his responsibilities as a shadowhunter slide into the back burner. He didn’t deserve to be getting heat from his little trips. Especially when it hadn’t even gotten in the way of his job. If there was anyone that needed a scolding or a warning, it should be Marius.

The relationship with Downworlders in Paris was tenuous at best. They had only gotten things back in order when Marcel Saint Cloud, the head of the city’s Vampire Clan, had been replaced by one of his younger children. Carina Summers had been strict and harsh, wanting to uphold the New Accords and preventing the same thing that turned her into a vampire from happening to some unsuspecting mundane. Many of the coven had sided with her, all turned against their will, ripping them away from a life and family they had. All of them forced into this new life of immortality they never asked for.

It had only been a few years since then, and the Paris Institute was slowly bringing control and order. Not many Downworlders trusted the shadowhunters yet, and Eliott couldn’t blame them. The situation in Paris wasn’t the same as New York or any other Institute for that matter. Saint Cloud had basically held a monopoly on the Downworlders in the city and no one wanted to cross him. It equated to signing your own death sentence. And everyone was a little attached to their lives. So, what Carina did was as close to revolutionary as it could get.

And if Marius didn’t control himself, they were going to lose any semblance of respect or alliance from the Downworlders.

So yeah, of course Eliott was bitter for being singled out like this.

“For now, that may be so,” Tristan acquiesced. He sighed as he massaged his temples. Eliott noted how that single gesture, that slight touch of weariness on the man’s shoulder had aged him some years. “I just want you to be careful Eliott.” It was said more softly but it echoed loud and clear in the room.

“I am,” Eliott replied quietly. “Why can’t you just trust that I know what I’m doing?”

“The last time you said that, you nearly got a mundane child dead.” The young man flinched at the reminder.

The incident had been years ago. He couldn’t recall much of the details, everything muddy and tainted by time and trauma. He recalled the scent of blood, the sound of a scream, the tiny hand grasped in his own as he tried to pull the boy away. He had thought he was invincible. He had thought he could take on the world. He had thought he could handle the demon. He was thirteen and barely out of training. And he was filled with that burning sense of high that he could do anything.

He nearly died.

He nearly got someone killed.

It was something that loomed over him even until now. He was getting better at handling these moods. But sometimes it still got the best of him. The rune did its job but there were still days when Eliott could barely get up from his bed. That even breathing felt like a chore. It would have been funny, that desire to become one with his bed, but it wasn’t. He couldn’t laugh about it when everything was too much, pointless, and gray. How was it that he was the best that the Paris Institute could offer and at the same time be a liability to his own comrades and himself?

“Don’t you think I know that?” he said, voice tight as he tried not to reveal how much those words had hurt him. He sucked in a breath and lifted his head to meet the head of the Institute—no, his uncle’s eyes. “That’s not going to happen again. I won’t let it happen.” He said it with all his conviction before placing his chakrams on the table and walking out of there.

His uncle didn’t stop him. Neither did he say another word.

Eliott didn’t care. He had patrol duty tonight.

Seeing the inside of Sans Jour was like walking into a dream. Lucas wondered if he had somehow ingested a psychedelic between coming into the entrance and waiting in the line outside. The strobe lights bathed the place in technicolor and the beat so loud you could feel it hitting your skin and rattling the cage of your chest. But that wasn’t the only thing.

Lucas had never been to a place where this many downworlders were present. He saw a group of vampires in one booth, in their hands glasses of something that masked itself as Bloody Maries as its too thick consistency made it anything but. In a corner, a girl’s eyes shifted into bright orange and the light glinted on the exposed sharp canines as she flashed him a smile. There was a couple dancing with a human near the DJ’s booth, flowers tangled artfully in their hair, coruscating mismatched eyes staring deeply into the human’s dazed ones. Lucas spotted wings ranging from feathers, to leathery and to the filmy shimmering that bugs possessed. People with skin color you could pick out from the rainbow. Horns, scales, an extra appendage—Lucas’ head spun at the amount of information his senses were inputting and his brain was trying to process.

He had to stop and try to breathe. Which was quite a feat considering the air was stuffy with heat, smoke, sweat, alcohol and that odd something he couldn’t put a name to. Lucas caught himself as he stumbled, someone pushing past him to get through. He was ready to give the person a piece of his mind when he realized they had stopped and was staring at him. It was a woman. Probably a few years older. She had long hair the exact shade of red wine. Her eyes almost black in the dim room. She was dressed in clothes that emphasized her figure and if Lucas had been anything but gay, he would have found her attractive. The alarms in his head blared when she stepped towards him. Her head tilted, her nostrils flaring slightly as she scented the air. She was so pale. Too pale to be human. To be alive.

Lucas didn’t understand why he froze. Why he couldn’t step away from her. It reminded him of that old adage about ducks and sitting, and he never understood it until now when he feels like he was waiting to be shot.

She was about to take another step closer but she stopped. Her eyes narrowed and this time, she didn’t try to hide that she was smelling Lucas. Her face contorted into a grimace, her teeth bared as she hissed at him.

Lucas was, by all means, confused. That is until he heard the following words, “Should have known she’d take a pet. Squall was always too fond of your kind.” Then her eyes scanned him from head to toe. A smirk practically dripping of unction marred her face. “Makes sense she’ll want to have you.”

Whatever invisible force that held him let go the moment she turned around and left. The tension in his body bled out as he let out an explosive sigh.

He knew this night was going to be difficult. He didn’t like that he was called a pet. But if it got downworlders with ulterior motives to back off? Lucas wasn’t going to complain. That woman looked like she was a second away from devouring him—and he meant that in the most unpleasant way. The suck-you-dry-leave-you-for-dead kind of way.

Lucas looked up to the upper level where the VIP booths lay. He ran a finger on the edge of the card in his pocket. He didn’t need to go into the VIP section just to get a good vantage point. Still, he wondered. In the end, he shook his head and made his way towards the stairs.

He had a shadowhunter to find. This certainly is going to be night I wouldn’t forget.

***

Lucas regretted those words soon enough.

He had spent nearly three hours in the club, declining advances from mundanes and downworlders alike. He leaned over the railing and surveyed the mass of bodies below. Somewhere around the thirty-minute mark, his phone had vibrated with multiple messages. Lucas reluctantly took away his attention from the crowd and opened them. It was several messages from Chloe and Yann. He didn’t even read them. He just forwarded the last message from Chloe, which happened to be her address, to Yann. Then silenced his phone before pocketing it and going back to what he had been doing. He hoped to catch a glimpse of that signature messy brown mop that rebelled against gravity. But—nothing. Three hours and nothing. When he gets groped for the umpteenth time, he finally gave up and called it a night.

The evening air slapped him harshly on the face and he shivered violently at the sudden change in temperature. He walked away from the door that served as both exit and entrance. He wasn’t going to let himself be shoved by drunk people. He already had enough contact inside the damned club. He wasn’t keen on repeating it.

The teen stopped at the mouth of an alley far from anyone to be a bother. It was already late and this area wasn’t as densely populated. He swung his bag to the front and pulled out the grey scarf he had forgotten to return to Yann earlier. He wrapped it carefully around his neck, tugging it further up to hide half his face from the cold biting wind.

He was about to go on his way when he hears it. There was a crash and a metal trash bin tumbled to the ground. Lucas, the stupidly brave boy that he was, stepped into the alley and peered at the darkness. “Hello?” he asked. He didn’t get an answer. Quite expected seeing as he couldn’t see anyone there. He took another step further, “Is anyone there?”

He heard a click-click-clack, as if something sharp was scraping on the pavement. It was coming from behind him. There was something strange in the air. Something dangerous. He felt the hair on his neck raise. A voice, the sensible, cautious one, screamed at him to run.

Human curiosity was a strong thing though. It was like what Yann talked about when he was on one of his drunken Marxist rants, how humans were compelled to do things because the capitalist society had control over them or something and induced a state of false consciousness. Lucas needed to look. He knew he shouldn’t. He knew he didn’t want to. It wasn’t in his best interest. But he needed to see what was making that sound. It didn’t matter that it was against his wishes or his own benefit. He had to.

So look he did.

There was creature. It was a grotesque mix of a centipede and an alligator with its stubby feet and scaled body. A cluster of eyes lay a top the center of its head. Sharp serrated teeth poked from its open mouth. A long black tongue lolled on the side. It dripped thick, green saliva on the ground.

Lucas didn’t need much persuasion.

He ran.

This was not part of the plan, he told himself. He weaved through the darkened streets, light flickering as he passed. He wasn’t sure where he was even going. He just had to get away.

He took a turn in the next corner, lungs burning from this sudden onslaught of physical exertion. He really should start taking PE seriously. He almost laughed at the thought of fucking exercise saving his life. He could hear claws scraping on the pavement, the scuttle of legs and the inhuman snarl of that—that thing.

It was getting close. The stubby legs it possessed didn’t even hinder it. How was that even fair? Dammit the universe really hated Lucas no.1.

He skidded to a stop, almost colliding against the wall. He cursed realizing he had raced into a dead-end. He was gasping from his sprint. Fortissimo marked the very music sheet of his heartbeat, crescendoing into deafening thuds. His head whipped around as he looked for any escape routes. But none.

He was trapped here.

In a few seconds, it was going to be here. His shaking hand reached into his pocket, clutching the card. He turned around and faced the monster.

He just wanted to find 24. Just wanted answers form the shadowhunter. Except, this was what he got.

This was seriously not part of the plan.

Before he could even pull the card out and rip it, something collided against his side and Lucas hit the ground, his head cracking against the hard surface.

The stars are awfully pretty tonight.

#elu shadowhunter au #elu fic #elu chaptered fic #my fic #my written works #i need help #with eliott #no seriously i really do #wow an update #can you believe

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hooliganstreetjournal · 6 years ago

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'white privilege' doesn't matter...racism rebranded

Ah. Here we fucking go. I don’t want to write about this subject because it’s been co-opted by cowards and waved around like a burning American flag. The subject is…ugh…white privilege. I can’t even say it without dry-heaving stomach acid fumes. My fingers don’t even like punching it into existence, but here we are.

Before you stake what’s left of your charred flag, be open to the (dumb) idea of ‘white privilege’ and all of the inherent flaws that gather around it. At the very base, what the fuck is this thing our silly culture has deemed ‘white privilege’?

white privilege, as I understand it, is any benefit…ugh…white people receive, knowingly or otherwise, as a result of racism in our society.

Please allow me to pull the tangled panties out of your sticky mousetrap with some caveats:

Not all white people benefit from white privilege.

Benefiting from white privilege doesn’t make the beneficiary racist in any way.

People of all colors benefit based on their skin color as well.

Less likely to get sunburned (example).

Does that make anyone feel better?

Alright. Back to this bullshit. I think we can all agree, on some level, that racism exists in this country. Let’s start there. If you don’t agree with that, I don’t know what to tell you.

Why I have such a vehement distaste for the whole white privilege concept is that it is racism’s second-hand smoke. Boil white privilege down and you inevitably get back to racism. That’s all. Why dress up the fucking pig? Why coin this new term, white privilege, if the problem is racism?

Most of us realize that racism exists. Naturally, with racism, people with different colored skin will be treated differently. When you treat people differently, for any reason, someone is going to bitch about fairness. Leads us right back to racism (which we know is unfair). Because white privilege is such a talking point, the most pathetic people in our society, media, has pumped it up. Now, too many dorks are waving their flags, marching for, or against, racism’s second-hand smoke.

Meanwhile, the racist continue to puff clouds of hate with three hands. Don’t rebrand racism. Racism is brutally divisive. The entire platform of white privilege is a milder version of the same unnecessary division.

Take race out of it, for a moment. If someone said you, yes you, were receiving undeserved benefits. And you took a step back, thought about it, and saw yourself in the same miserable middle-class position as everyone else — what would you think?

We’re all full of ego and shit. The last thing we want is to be labeled beneficiary for no reason and without reaping any rewards. It separates “us” from “them” and plants more seeds of resentment. Maybe you throw your hands up and say “Fuck that! I’m eating the same shit-sandwich as everyone else.” Or maybe you try to prove how you haven’t received any undue benefits. Either way, it’s not a pleasant feeling.

So here we are. white privilege divides again. Sure, some white people recognize some level of advantage (back to the results of regular ol’ racism). Some of these people stand up, or march, or shout, or hug people of color in order to show their solidarity. But these weren’t racist to begin with. Benefiting or not, they’re breathing in the same second-hand smoke that everyone else is. Whether they enjoy the cheap head-high is ultimately irrelevant.

All we have is more noise. More division, more outrage aimed at the wrong targets. And racism does what racism does.

What people maybe don’t want to hear is that racism is…ugh…unfortunately…human nature? It’s born from ignorance and fear and it exists across the globe.

If I could snap my fingers and make everyone exactly the same hue, guess what? People would, probably immediately, team up. By nose shapes, or armpit funks, or shoe size, they’d join clans and haters would continue right on hating. That’s how it works. Some people are dumb and/or afraid, and that’s their basic operating system.

I appreciate the enthusiasm to squash out racism and all of its dirty affiliates. But putting lipstick on the pig of racism isn’t going to make the world any better. Sure, in many ways, our society was built right alongside racism. (As most societies have been). It’s not fair for all skin colors. But to grandstand on behalf of, or even in opposition to ‘white privilege’ is simply slapping pointlessly at clouds of second-hand smoke.

I don’t have an answer. Maybe invite a racist to your party. Maybe show them pictures of black people and give them treats when they don’t shriek. Maybe just talk to them as you would any regular (flawed) human and try to figure out where it comes from. So long as they’re not actively hurting anyone (name calling doesn’t count), be nice to them, and be nice to their kids. And maybe, after all of us are dead and gone, there will be a more interesting subject to write about, rather than lame-ass racism.

#white privilege #privilege #racism #racism rebranded #rebranding racism #people of color #grant woods #my writing #hugaracist

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afewmarvelousthoughts · 6 years ago

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Only For A Moment Ch. 24

Master List: @afewmarvelousthoughtsadmin

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: For most of your life you’d been able to keep your abilities a secret, that is until Hydra got wind of you. After years of being in their clutches, you break out when The Avengers expose SHIELD/Hydra. Since then, you’ve been on the run. Things are going as well as you could hope when you see a familiar face… Could the Winter Soldier really be in Bucharest too?

Warnings: Past physical violence(ish), FEELS.

A/N: You didn’t think a happy chapter was going to follow up the doozy of 23 did you? Because... yeaaaah that’s not what’s happening. Though, I have to say I really loved writing this chapter for reasons I’m not even 100% sure of. Maybe because the back and forth attempts at support are something I’m all too familiar with? Maybe I just really like circling back to things I implied earlier in he story? Both? Who knows.

Also, if you’re tagged (and still want to be) can you just sound off? It’s showing me that your tags are working but then it seems folks aren’t getting notified and I want to be sure you’re getting the heads up.

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The chair was something you tried not to think of. Of everything they put you through that one was the easiest to push from your mind. Everything after a round in that was fuzzy, like looking at the world through a foggy window while being underwater.

The taste of the rubber, the pain, that you remembered clearly enough. Some sort of electroshock you assumed. You suspected it was in those times that you had learned things. Languages, programming, combat, espionage. Because you had no solid recollection of actually being taught these skills they were just… there. Plus, besides using it for punishment (usually a last resort) there seemed to be a schedule, a method to it, at the beginning of your time with Hydra that tapered off after a time.

“Bucky?” He seems so far away. The look of terror is still there but his gaze shifts from your face to your arm. He pulls it straight and runs a finger over the track marks tucked inside your elbow. Instinctively you try and pull back, your heart begins to pick up speed, he holds you examining them. You curl your other arm protectively against your chest. He releases you and you curl into yourself.

“Please?” He reaches for your other arm and you reluctantly comply. More track marks. So many needles, and tests, and monitors. Days, maybe weeks, spent physically ill body burning and freezing and aching. He chews on his bottom lip before releasing you and bolting off the bed. “Come here,” He walks toward the kitchen and stands by the counter. You don’t move and he waves you over.

“You’re scaring me.”

For a split second, he looks bereft before his brows set at a determined angle, “I’m sorry but really,” again he gestures. Tentatively you rise up, the familiar feeling of dread curling in your stomach.

“Stand here,” he points to the living room side of the counter and takes the opposite kitchen side. Leaning down he rests his right elbow on the counter hand up. “Come on.”

“You want me to… arm wrestle you?” To say you were confused would be an understatement.

“Yup,” a crooked smile rises. “Humor me.”

“I feel like you have an unfair advantage here.”

He snorts, “That’s what I wanna find out. Don’t use your power, just your strength.” You squint at him for a second before getting into position and clasping his hand. “Give me all you got.”

You’re certain he’s hardly trying, but once you actually apply yourself he begins to move. His eyes lock onto yours. You feel him advance on you and you exert more force, the counter creaking under your elbows, you manage to push him back. It hits you that he is trying… You’re distracted by this realization and he begins to regain ground. Before you know it your hand slams painfully into the counter.

“Told you, unfair advantage,” you say in a light tone, rubbing the back of your hand. Any other humor leaves you when you look back to him. His right arm is across his chest, left covering his mouth, staring at you.

“No… you should have lasted a fraction of that.” His tone is so somber. The dread in your stomach growing. You just stare at him, feeling frozen.

You didn’t notice him next to you but you're in his arms. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, “for everything.” His hand gently rubs your back and you shudder against him, arms still curled against your chest. Suddenly you pull away staring down at your hands. You knew… had known they had done something to you but you didn’t want to face it…

“What did they do to me?” You say, barely a whisper body trembling, chills racing over your skin.

“They were making a weapon.” His hands slide over your own, holding them tight. “I’m sorry,” he says again, his voice sounding like it’s about to shatter.

“You didn’t do this,” your voice is shaky.

He shakes his head and paces away, hands running through his hair. The muscles in his back ripple with tension. “I did though…” Your heart stops, you’re certain it literally stops beating because everything around you goes unnaturally quiet until he says, “After they… made me… made him… After it worked… they always wanted more…” Air rushes back into your lungs and you feel the reassuring thundering of your heart.

“Look at me,” your voice is stronger than you feel as you approach him. He turns slowly, lifts his eyes reluctantly to your own. “You did not do this. This, none of this was your choice.”

“Still…” his fingers gently run up your arm to the marks left by countless needles. “If I hadn’t…”

“What?” taking his hands in your own. “If you hadn’t what, Buck?” Something flashes across his face at this shortened version of his name before vanishing. “If you hadn’t survived? If you hadn’t been strong enough?” He looks away and you cup the left side of his face, forcing him to look at you. “That’s bullshit and you know it.”

“It’s just… You didn’t deserve this…”

“And you did?!”

“I… I don’t know.” The mix of rage, confusion, and pain on his face feels like a knife being twisted in your chest. “I was a soldier, Y/N,” he gestures to his chest with his left hand. “Even before… I did things I wasn’t… but you… you were-“

“I was a thief, a con woman, a liar, a fraud-”

“And… after…” his eyes wander to that scar and your blood boils for a different reason.

“Do not pity me, Barnes,” his brows raise a bit. “Ever,” you pull your hands back and step away. It was something you couldn’t bear, even before Hydra. How many relationships had ended because they only saw you as a victim, someone to be handled with kid gloves lest you break.

“I don’t. I wouldn’t,” his tone is measured. “I only meant you deserve something good, not more… pain.”

Tears burn your eyes but you won’t allow them to fall, “I had something good, for just a little while…” And it’s true. The little family you carved out with Nix was incredible. You approach him and grasp his hands tight, “And I think this may be something good too.”

His hands squeeze yours but when he looks at you there’s no light in his eyes, “I wish I could tell you, you’re right.” He lifts his left hand and traces the scar on your right cheek, “The truth is I don’t know how much good is left in me…” Your eyes narrow and he tries to pull away. Your grip tightens, and for extra measure, you wind your power around your clasped hands.

“You have been nothing but good to me… For no reason.” He won’t look at you but you won’t let him go, can’t let him go. “You’re a good man James Barnes,” now his eyes shoot to you, filled with some emotion you can’t name, “with a good heart…” A wan smile flickers across his lips.

Slowly he leans down to kiss you. At first soft, so gentle it’s barely there. You wind your right hand into his hair, pulling his lips hard against your own, your kiss hungry. Every fiber of your being burns with desire, not only for him but to make him see himself the way you did. You were never convinced of your own inherent goodness. Even before Hydra, you had always viewed yourself as someone with a less than stellar moral compass… But some part of you knew that before the war, before being unmade, Bucky was a good man.

Suddenly you want him. All of him. You want to forget talk of trauma and torture, of good and bad. All you want is to feel him. Your body grinds against him, you nip at his lip, and feel him stir against you. Your hands wander to his hip bones and begin tracing a path southward.

He gently lays his hands over yours and pulls back shaking his head slightly. “No,” his eyes are cloudy, voice a soft rasp. Your hands stop their journey and you look up at him as he straightens.

Cupping your face in his large hands he just looks at you for a moment, the space between his brows creased. His thumbs softly stroke your cheeks, his voice is thick with emotion, “Could… Can I just hold you for a while… would that be ok?” You can only smile gently and nod, unable to trust your voice to hold steady for a simple, ‘yes.’

Without another word he scoops you up, his grip pressing you tight against his chest. A seemingly unnecessary gesture considering you’re steps from the bed but there’s a sweetness to it.

Tenderness had never been your way. Even how you loved had been hard-edged, more of an escape than anything else. This was something different. Because while seconds before you were ready to fuck him senseless, to use him to blot out the darker thoughts in the same way you had used others, as he settles down on the bed, his back against the wall, holding you like he had that first night, you were never so happy to have heard the word, ‘no.’

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The bet - A Thorin x OC series

For anyone who’s interested: here’s a link to my Masterlist OR if you love Enya, check out her story: Enya’s unexpected journey.

Based on this imagine that I posted on Tumblr that everyone seemed to love. I decided that Thorin needed a strong OC for this series to work, so... Yes. I ended up with Enya. The characters did their own thing, so my first chapter turned out a little bit... different than I anticipated. I hope y’all like it anyway. xoxo

Phase I - The bet

Summary: Our OC Enya lands in a fierce argument with her king, because she has seen him staring at another dam’s ass. She offers Thorin a challenge: to prove to her he does has, in fact, decent self-control, he has to refrain four weeks from physical contact. He thinks he can make it. Easily. He is a king. But who says the queen is gonna let him win this easily? Let the games begin…

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Warning: Enya’s swearing. Contains smut.

All men were the fucking same.

No exceptions. Her mother had told her that once, many years before. Enya remembered the night vividly. There had been a party, hosted by a guy from her math-class she really, really liked. She had spent all day perfecting her look: trying to find the right outfit, adding just another layer of mascara… She had been all fired up; ready to receive that first kiss. Alas it turned out to be a disaster; the object of her affection broke her heart by kissing her best friend. Enya went straight home and sat on the patio for hours as she tried to remember what she had done wrong to deserve something like this. The tears that kept falling down her cheeks ruined her makeup and turned her into a sad panda. It didn’t matter, her life had ended anyway. Looking back, she had to conclude that back then, she had already been quite the drama queen. At some point her mom joined her and pulled her daughter into a tight hug. At first Enya didn’t want to talk to her mother and tried to shove her away as any teenager would do. The two of them fought all the time (and would spend a great deal of their time quarrelling after that day anyway), and Ailva seemed the last person on earth capable of comforting her. But at that moment, Ailva just held her daughter and understood the agonizing feeling of an heartbreak.

‘All men are the same, En.’ She confided. ‘They can’t help it, it’s the weakness in their flesh.’ ‘But we were meant to be!’ Enya had cried out, too hurt to see the boy in question clearly wasn’t. A soft smile appeared on Ailva’s face, only too familiar with puppy love. ‘You’ll find your soulmate, honey. Don’t you worry. And when you do, you’ll know.’ ‘How?’ Enya had sniffed. This wasn’t helping her at all! A faint promise of meeting someone in the future who she didn’t even know yet, how was that supposed to cheer her up? ‘You just know.’ Her mother replied. ‘Trust me.’

Looking back, Enya wished she should have been wise and listened to the warning. But, naive as she was, she didn’t. She broke her heart many times after that night, always being left with the echo of her mother’s promise. She often wondered if she already met her soulmate, and why he hadn't found her yet. Ha, she bet the poor bastard probably took a wrong turn somewhere and was lost, too stubborn to ask for directions.

Turned out that was more true than she ever could imagine. The love of her life often lost his way, but was too proud to admit it. Even to her. A smile crossed her face. Her mother had been right after all. The day she met Thorin… It had been fireworks from the start. The intensity in which she wanted him, the fact that they couldn’t stay away from each other... They were bound to each other, meant to be. Designed by Mahal himself to match. Although their journey to Erebor hadn’t been easy and adjusting to their new roles as king and queen proved to be more of a challenge than both of them had expected, they had each other. She knew she could count on him. She knew the passion never died, because behind closed doors they were still as insatiable as in the beginning of their relationship. They were rock solid.

Or so she thought.

‘All men are the same, En.’ She repeated to herself. She huffed. Just mankind? For a long time she believed that dwarves were different, but right now she wasn’t so sure anymore. All males, every race included, were bastards. She’d never thought that Thorin would be the same, because he was no ordinary male. He was a dwarf lord, for god’s sake. But that obviously didn’t protect him from falling for the oldest trick in the book.

The other woman.

Enya Blueheart heaved a sigh and stood up from the huge boulder she had been sitting on for the last few hours. Since she lived in Thorin’s renewed kingdom, this rocky area on the quiet side of the mountain had been her refuge. She came here to practice her powers and to meditate- a vain attempt to keep herself sane. The mountain slope provided enough cover from prying eyes, allowing her to unleash her rage fully. On top of all that, from this point it only was a twenty minutes’ walk to Dale. She liked to come in Dale. After the BOTFA she had become good friends with Bard, and she couldn’t be more proud of him. The way he handled his position as lord of the city was admirable, and he had managed to transform the town into a thriving center again. The relationship between Erebor and Dale was, thanks to Enya, finally improving. Thorin wasn’t too happy about the bond between his wife and the bowman, but she simply told him to get over it and he did. For some time, things seemed to be right.

Enya slowly began climbing the path towards Erebor again. She had been outside all day, first helping out Bard with his letter to king Thranduil, and after that she spent the remaining afternoon on her hidden spot. The sky was already darkening, but she dreaded to go home. Not now, not when… She clenched her jaw, scolding herself for growing into a weak version of herself. Old Enya would have scorched any female that came near her king; after that she’d probably throw the ashes off the mountain and get away with the murder. But old Enya didn’t know the court, nor the powerful nobles that resided there. This new version of her, the more polished queen, had to change her tactics. She had to proceed with caution, and acting like pre-queen Enya would only lead to disaster. She groaned, wishing she’d paid more attention to Balin. That old goat (as she lovingly called him) knew his way around highborn dwarves, taking advantage of his sweet demeanor and lying in their faces without batting an eye. She still didn’t understand how he did that, and she made a mental note to ask him one day. She passed the soldiers that guarded the entrance of the mighty dwarven kingdom and they bowed before her. Enya smiled at them, resisting the urge to decline her head. She understood why social hierarchy was so important, but on days like this she wanted to disappear behind the walls and be no one. There was no hallway she could cross without having to greet someone. Talking about tiresome. She rolled her eyes.

‘My queen.’ A soft feminine voice spoke behind her. Enya cringed and quickly turned around, ready to put on her haughty face when she saw her lady-in-waiting, Nin, smiling up at her. Her red locks were shining in the light of the torches, her pretty bluish-grey eyes sparkling with humor. Enya was grateful the title of lady-in-waiting had been given to Nin, because it meant she could keep her best friend close. And Nin was a gift from heaven. ‘God damnit, Nin!’ she exclaimed. ‘You scared me.’ ‘What are you wearing?’ Nin sniggered. ‘And where have you been? Thorin tried to find you all day, and he was not… pleased when I told him even I didn’t know where you was.’ Enya shot her friend a glance. ‘I’m your queen, you should bow before me and stop asking difficult questions.’ Nin grinned. ‘Oh, bollocks. You hate such formalities, and I don’t see anyone around here.’ She linked her arm with Enya’s and they strolled through the corridor towards the royal quarters. ‘If I may speak so freely…’ she continued and elegantly dodged Enya’s hand that tried to slap her. ‘You look stunning in those breeches, En. They hug you in all the right places…’ Enya giggled. ‘I think that’s exactly why Thorin insists me wearing a dress in court.’ Nin snorted. ‘Those modest dresses won’t make a difference. Even the noblest dwarves gawk at your pretty physique when you enter a room.’ ‘Oh, please.. tell him that!’ Enya begged. ‘Thorin is unbelievably stubborn about it.’ ‘Talking about that handsome subject…’ Nin began while they turned a corner. ‘Does the fact that you were missing all day having anything to do with a problem that starts with an E and ends with a N?’ ‘Don’t say it.’ Enya grumbled while clenching her fists. ‘I don’t wanna hear it. I. Will. Scorch. The. bitch.’ ‘I’m not stopping you.’ Her best friend confided. ‘She’s a brat and she deserves it for acting like that around Thorin.’

It had only been a few weeks since Enya sensed there was something wrong. A new dwarven family had shown up at court and Thorin allowed them to stay. They already blended in with the other nobles, but Enya didn’t like the way they seemed to change the atmosphere. The dams began to gossip, spreading ugly tales about others wherein no one was spared. To makes matters worse, she felt the distrust against mankind grow with the day. Which of course was completely unfair and unnecessary; Enya did her best to counter these accusations. But so far, it hadn’t been enough. Enya suspected the new noble family of conveying rumors, and especially a young dwarrowdam, called Elmilynn. She caught the filthy girl telling lies one time and kept an wary eye on her since then.

That’s when she noticed other things. She watched that bitch ogling HER husband a little bit too much during important gatherings. Or the dam bended a bit too close towards him when she had the delight of speaking directly with him. She laughed TOO loud at his jokes. That Elmilynn was trying way too hard and Thorin didn’t see it. He was treating her kindly, and Enya even caught him staring at her ass! Oh, she hated it. For all she could tell, he felt flattered and desired by the wench.

FLATTERED. DESIRED?

Motherfucking hell, she was going to kill him. He had no right to like, or watch any other female dwarf in that mountain but his queen. Oh, she could see right through that filthy little smug-faced girl! The little brat had decided to seduce the king, to persuade him in ditching his current queen. No doubt her family was behind her, some old-fashioned fools that liked to see all the old rules restored. Hatred against elves, men. Stricter rules for the women. They wanted back to that life of endless prosperity and power, the life that provoked a dragon to take their home. Enya scoffed. This queen wasn’t going down without a fight. She battled too viciously for all these changes, she loved her king too much to let this happen. She couldn’t fight with her fire this time, but she was ready to take another approach and roast Elmilynn and her whole family on a spit. She could wait, she was capable of keeping her head cool and-

‘GET BACK!’ The air was pushed out of Enya’s lungs when Nin suddenly pulled her back behind a statue. ‘What?!’ she grumbled. ‘Is master Runebelt in sight?’ Nin shook her head and motioned towards the other side of the corridor. Thank god, no master Runebelt. Enya liked the librarian, but the topics he redeemed interesting were enough to put her into sleep on the spot. She frowned and peered in the pointed direction.

Oh for fuck’s sake.

She pricked up her ears, trying to catch the conversation. ‘My king, what a coincidence I ran into you!’ Elmilynn chirped. ‘Yes, it is!’ Thorin replied. ‘I was about to retire to my chambers, but now while you’re here… I was thinking about what you said the other day-’ ‘You’ve got to be joking!’ Enya hissed while turning away. ‘I’m gonna KILL him, both of them! She just doesn’t stop! What did I miss, Nin? Are they involved?’ ‘No, my guess is that he’s being stupid and probably thinks she’s just friendly.’ Her friend tried. ‘Thorin cares too much about you to do this.’ ‘Does he?’ Enya questioned, while gesturing at the pair. ‘I don’t know anymore.’ ‘No, he’s just polite and-’ Nin began, but her face dropped when Enya slipped from their hiding place and walked into the hallway. ‘En, come back! You can’t…’ ‘Watch me.’ Enya groaned. ‘Talk to you later.’

Enya leaned casually against the wall and watched them nearing her, a single flame rising from her palm betraying how furious she actually was. Normally she would have teared them apart, but this situation needed tact. Everyone knew she was by no means an expert at that, but she could give it a try. ‘My queen.’ Thorin said when he noticed her, while giving her the I-have-been-looking-for-you-all-day-where-have-you-been-look. ‘Queen Enya.’ Elmilynn chirruped. ‘It’s so nice to see you again!’

‘Nice? Drop dead bitch.’ Enya’s mind scoffed.

‘Ah, my king. There you are.’ She said, ignoring her female subject. ‘Where have you been?’ Thorin inquired while eyeing her up and down. His pupils were slightly dilated, an clear sign of the fact that her appearance was distracting him. Ah, so far for avoiding the so-called lustful glances of his kin… Had she just found out the real reason why she couldn’t wear revealing clothing anymore? ‘Out.’ Enya replied matter-of-factly while studying her polished fingernails. She loved the bright red color on them. ‘I had things to do.’ Elmilynn shuffled awkwardly on her feet. Enya hoped she felt like a unwanted stranger, someone who didn’t belong here and she directed her gaze towards the young dam. ‘Oh, hi Elmilynn.’ She hummed, faking a smile. ‘I didn’t see you there… You have to forgive me, I had a long and tiresome day.’ ‘It’s nothing, my lady.’ ‘You don’t mind me taking back my husband, don’t you?’ Enya demanded in her queenly voice. ‘I was told he needs me.’ Elmilynn swallowed and bowed her head, but there was an indocile glare in her eyes. ‘Of course, my queen.’ She replied while turning away. ‘Forgive me for intruding, my king.’ ‘It was nothing…’ Thorin told the young dam. ‘We’ll continue our conversation tomorrow.’

‘Nothing? Tomorrow??’ Enya’s mind scolded. ‘You’re in big trouble, Oakenshield!’

‘Oh honey, wait a minute…’ Enya and walked up to the young surprised dam. She faced her directly, her fierce blue eyes boring into grey ones. ‘Nothing is worth my rage, trust me.’ She breathed. ‘Forget it.’ Elmilynn tilted her head, innocence displayed on her face. ‘I don’t what you’re talking about, my queen.’ ‘Oh, I think you do.’ Enya purred. ‘Head my warning. If you don’t back off right away, I’ll make sure you’ll suffer a great deal more than Smaug did. His death will seem merciful compared to your fate.’ Elmilynn scoffed. ‘We’ll see about that... We’ll see…’ Then she curtseyed shortly and disappeared behind the corner.

The door of their bedroom shut with a loud clank. ‘You are cruel.’ Thorin exclaimed. ‘Did you really think it was necessary to threaten that poor girl? She doesn’t deserve to be scolded by you like that!’ ‘Poor?’ Enya shot back. ‘You’re lucky I didn’t kill her on that very spot! I cannot stand there watch you FLIRT with that ignorant, little-’ She couldn’t even finish her sentence and let out an frustrated growl instead while throwing her hands in the air. ‘I don’t flirt with anyone but you.’ Thorin stated. ‘I don’t see what Elmilynn ever did to you for you to hate her so much.’ ‘Don’t you ever say that name.’ Enya hissed and shot him an ominous glare. She just couldn’t bear it, the name of that filthy dam rolling of his tongue like it was sacred. The bitch didn’t deserve something like that.

‘Wait, are you jealous of her?’ Thorin husked, his lips curving into a smile. ‘Is that what this is about?’ ‘As if.’ Enya huffed. ‘I’m a queen. The mere suggestion that I would feel threatened by that obnoxious… thing is repulsive.’ Thorin eyed her suspiciously and she knew he wasn’t buying it. Well, she didn’t even believe herself. The fact that she switched to her queenly voice, as Thorin liked to call it, said enough. ‘It’s a good thing your role as queen helps you to keep everything separated…’ Thorin mused. ‘It would be a shame if your emotions clouded your… judgement.’ ‘Oh, I hate you.’ Enya muttered angrily. ‘You do? I know I’ve been thinking about you all day...’ Thorin purred as his hands pulled her against him. His fingers traveled to her buttocks, kneading the soft flesh. ‘I got word you were looking for me.’ Enya told him, while her body writhed against him. His hands were distracting her from her fury and flared up a deep desire instead. ‘Yes, I was.’ Thorin replied, his lips dangerously close to hers. ‘Where have you been?’ ‘Bard’s.’ Enya whispered in his ear. If he could play the game, so could she. She knew she could make him jealous, if she pushed the right buttons… But Thorin wasn’t taking the bait. Instead he kissed her cheek, the rough facial hair scraping her skin. ‘So he had the pleasure to watch your cute ass move around him all day, while I got…’ he rumbled. ‘Nobles and boredom.’ His hands fumbled on her breeches. ‘And eager dwarrowdams.’ Enya huffed. ‘They all want you.’ ‘But why would I want those when I’ve got a beautiful queen by my side?’ Thorin murmured, his lips brushing over hers. ‘That doesn’t make sense, Blueheart.’ ‘Change of scenery.’ Enya opted. She licked her lips in anticipation when Thorin bent forward. ‘The thrill of…’ she stuttered. ‘Something new.’ ‘I find the thrill of having you a lot more satisfactorily…’ he breathed in her ear. ‘I don’t believe you.’ ‘Oh, mahal!’ Thorin growled. ‘You breathtaking, stubborn shrew!’

He surged forward and pulled her into a bruising kiss, his tongue intertwining with hers. Enya moaned into his mouth, passion swirling through her body and making her mad with desire. Her hands traveled down, struggling with the laces of his breeches. She slipped one hand inside, stroking him along his length. She wanted him, she needed him to show her how much he cared. Thorin groaned in response, his hips buckling forward. He hoisted her up and they crashed against his writing desk. ‘You can’t-’ she began and bit her lip when he wiped the desk clean with one swing of his arm. Inkpots and other writing materials clattered on the floor, the sound of it ringing in her ears. If no one had heard them quarrelling, they were aware of the situation now.

‘Apparently I can.’ He barked. ‘The thrill of something new…’ Before she could move, he pushed her down on the table and tore her pants from her body. The fabric made a protesting ripping sound as it came off and Thorin tossed it carelessly on the floor. ‘Those were expensive!’ she snarled as she shot up. ‘Who do you think you are, Oakenshield?’ Thorin smirked. ‘I’m a king. I’m sure I can persuade the tailor to make a new pair for you.’ ‘Arrogant asshole!’ She bickered. ‘It’s not like you allow me to WEAR THEM!’ Thorin clenched his jaw, his hands moving fast as he loosened his breeches some more, just enough to free his thick shaft from its confinement. Enya had no patience, she wanted him now! She wriggled in an attempt to free herself from her current position, but his strong hands pushed her down once more. A moan escaped from her lips when one of his fingers slipped into her heated core. Thorin groaned as her inner walls twitched around him. ‘Are you going to torture me?’ she quipped, tilting her head lightly. ‘No!’ Thorin snapped and positioned himself before her. Enya couldn’t help but admire his broad chest, the refined muscles on his abdomen, the thick dark trail of hair that grew towards his groin… He was a sight to behold. He managed to take her breath away, every single time. She didn’t even notice his fingers leaving her, but she did cry out as his entire length suddenly entered her in one go. Thorin looked down on her, his gaze burning through hers. His mouth was slightly open, his breathing somewhat unsteady. Enya’s cheeks flushed and a moan escaped her mouth as he started to pick up the pace, his rhythm hard and unforgiving. She wasn’t going to last long and he knew it.

Bastard.

‘You men are all the same!’ she bickered. It was hard to form words or to think while he took her like this, but she really didn’t want him to win this fight by simply fucking her senseless. ‘Are you really going to pick a fight about this?’ Thorin hissed, his hips slamming into hers. ‘Yes.’ She blurted out, biting her lip. Oh, he knew exactly how to drive her insane. She swallowed hard. ‘Damn right.. I am.’ ‘No.’ he rasped, closing his eyes while pleasure took hold of him. ‘Enya… don’t… just…’ ‘I’ve caught you staring at her ass NUMEROUS TIMES!’ Enya snapped, dragging her nails into his chest. ‘It’s HUMILIATING!’ ‘MAHAL, ENYA!’ he shouted. ‘STOP IT!’ ‘NEVER!’ she countered, but forgot what she wanted to say when he bit her collarbone. She threw her head back against the tabletop. Thorin was hovering over her, the heavy scent of his tobacco alluring her senses. He was everything she ever wanted, everything she ever desired. Her breath hitched, her body begging for its release. A fire pooled in her abdomen, flaring up with each stroke against the spot that made her see stars. Her body started to shiver when Thorin’s thumb grazed her clit. ‘Prove it.’ She moaned into his ear. ‘Oh god Thorin, prove it to me!’ ‘Yes!’ Thorin gasped. ‘Anything.’

Middle earth stopped spinning. The ground dissolved and waves of pleasure surged through her, sending her over the edge. Her body exploded, tuning out all senses, expect for the face of her one. Their eyes locked and Thorin growled desperately as her inner walls squeezed around him tightly, forcing him to follow her. ‘Enya!’ he murmured as his release claimed him, spilling his seed deep inside of her. He slumped against her and she listened as their ragged breathing slowed down. She caressed his long dark manes, her fingers traveling over the familiar patterns of his braids. Thorin heaved a sigh and kissed her gently. ‘I propose a bet, lasting four weeks.’ She breathed. ‘You have to last four weeks without any physical contact.’ ‘Any physical contact?’ Thorin asked, placing soft kisses in her neck. ‘Even you?’ ‘Yes. You can’t touch anyone, unless you have to during social occasions.’ Enya murmured. ‘And you can’t be near me either.’ ‘You think I won’t make it.’ Thorin said. ‘I don’t think your self-control is that strong.’ Enya dared. ‘I mean, all men are the same after all and it’s just a matter of time before their eyes start to wonder. Guys just can’t help yourselves, can they?’ Thorin narrowed his eyes. ‘I take the bet, if only to show you that weak flesh doesn’t exist in the line of Durin.’ ‘Think you can handle it?’ Enya inquired. ‘I know I will…’ Thorin rumbled. ‘I just wonder how you will cope, my queen. May I remind you that you’re as insatiable as I am?’ ‘I’ll be fine.’ Enya denied. ‘Then you don’t mind an additional rule…’ Thorin smirked and got up. ‘Surprise me.’ She purred, raising her legs and putting them on his shoulders. Thorin inhaled sharply, his blue eyes watching her intently. ‘You’re as tempting as ever, my queen.’ ‘Is that a problem?’ Enya giggled while tilting her head slightly. ‘It will be, for a few weeks.’ Thorin husked while leaving feather-light kisses on her feet. ‘Which brings me to our additional rule…’ A devious smile appeared on his lips. ‘Either of us are prohibited from pleasuring ourselves without the other being present.’

Gah! Frustrating dwarven king! He had just smashed her secret escape, her plan to survive those 28 days… It meant she had to suffer with him.

‘That surely sounds interesting.’ She replied, unwilling to admit that he cornered her. ‘When will the game begin?’ ‘Hmm…’ Thorin mused. ‘Let’s say midnight.’ Enya cocked a brow. ‘That’s at least five hours from now!’ ‘Exactly.’ He agreed. ‘It will give me plenty of time to ensure we’ll end up both satisfied for at least a few days.’ ‘A few days?’ she teased. ‘Is that even possible?’ ‘Well..’ Thorin told her while lifting her up in his arms again. ‘We can try…’

Let the games begin…

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