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sassy-pelican · 4 years ago

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Caught

Paring: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Premise: Seb catches the garter. You catch the bouquet.

Warnings: a lesbian wedding, language, um age gap (no specefic’s mentioned but reader and one bride are younger), allusions to sexy times

A/N: This was based on a private request. My first ever! Also, we are going to pretend this is not happening in the midst of a pandemic and Seb and Reader aren’t idiots who are going to a large wedding during this time.

I have been to exactly one wedding. And I don’t remember any of it. Singing also results in people thinking I’m crying so … I don’t know how to do that. We’re also pretending that this is a lesbian wedding (beacuse representation y’all) with a butch wife and girly wife because I live for that asthetic (not because I want a butch girlfriend or whatever or sometimes want to be the butch girlfriend, definely not that). Basically I have been given permission to write my dream lesbian wedding and I am running with it. I’m naming the couple but if you wish to pretend it’s something different go right ahead.

I also don’t know what kind of music is sung at weddings so I am picking my own kind. The song the reader is singing is More Than Words by Little Mix (with pronoun adaptations).

So this kinda ran away from me and I certainly didn’t intend for this to have as many sexual jokes and situations that it does but it happened.

This is unedited. Enjoy.

“Sebastian Stan x (non actress)reader where they met at their common friend's wedding and reader was the wedding singer as well, and for some fate Seb caught the garter and reader caught the bouquet”

Tagging: @cap-n-ce becasue this wonderful human requested this.

Considering that Natalie and Kate told you this wedding was only close friends and family you were surprised to see over a hundred people there. It wasn’t a problem really, just not what you were expecting. Even at the rehearsal there weren’t this many people.

“You’ll be fine,” your bandmate and fellow singer tonight, Steph says. “You always are.”

“I know.”

“You’ve got the song down and they love you. Natalie wouldn’t have asked you to do this if she didn’t believe in you fully.”

“It’s not them I’m worried about. Natalie and Kate will be fine no matter what, nothing phases them. The crowd is a different story.”

“The actual wedding is over, it’s just the reception now,” she says. “The hard part’s over.”

You roll your eyes. She is right. You’d already done the important stuff during the ceremony, which was more beautiful than you ever imagined. Everything decked out in pinks, purples, and blues, or as they called it - a pastel rainbow. You thought the colorful bottom of the dress and lapels of Kate’s suit were a nice touch.

“Let’s kill it,” Steph says.

“Let’s.”

Stepping out from behind the curtain, preparing for their first dance you. Steph’s words ring out as you sing harmony, filling the background as the music plays. Every eye either on you two or the bride and bride.

“When the sea, when the seasons change and the and the sun shines on-on your face yeah, I-I-I’ll be there with you, you you, you,” the words fall from your lips perfectly.

Steph looks to you as she sings, “You’re a part, you’re a part of me now ju-ju-just as mu-mu-much as I’m a part of you.”

Facing the dancing couple, both beaming, you continue to sing, this time together. “I find peace in every story you told. I think of you, I’ll never be alone. It’s true, true, true. You know I do, do, do.”

“Oh, I need you more than words can say. Girl, you save me in ways that I can’t explain. Always been there for me, now I’ll do the same. Oh, I need you more than words can say.”

“Won’t forget, won’t forget, won’t forget when she bro-o-oke my heart. Ho-o-ow you helped me through,” Steph sings, the dance slowly becoming more free.

“You turned, you turned, you turned a disaster into a dream. Gave me the power, made my life band ne-e-ew,” you sing.

“When the world try to break us, we found magic. And we grew stronger, through every line, line, l-line, line, line,”

“Every night, every night, every night I’ll stand and sing with you. Now-now they know they gon’ be alright, alright,” by now the lyrics are flowing from your lips with ease. Both you and Steph are dancing as you belt out the song.

“I find peace in every story you told. I think of you, I’ll never be alone. It’s true, true, true. You know I do, do, do.

“Oh, I need you more than words can say. Girl, you save me in ways that I can’t explain. Always been there for me, now I’ll do the same. Oh, I need you more than words can say.”

“I found peace in every story you told,” Steph sings.

“I think of you, I’ll never be alone.”

“Oh, it’s true.”

“You know I do,” you sing.

“Oh, I need you more than words can say. Girl, you save me in ways that I can’t explain. Always been there for me, now I’ll do the same. Oh, I need you more than words can say.”

“Oh, I need you more than words can say,” you finish.

~~~

As Kate bends down to peel the garter off her now wife, you catch someone looking at you. Sure, you knew they invited him, but just coming off a high from the song you didn’t notice him before now. Sebastian Stan was eye candy in every sense of the word. Natalie even admitted to both you and Kate that if she liked men, he’d be her type.

Still, even hearing the embarrassing stories Kate had from when they grew up, long before you and Natalie even entered the picture, didn’t deter you from your crush. Of course it didn’t help that you were half in love with James Barnes.

“He’s watching you,” Steph whispers in your ear, to which you twitch.

“Fuck you,” you hiss “You know I hate it when you do that.” She knew you hated when people whispered in your ear, it tickled and you hated being tickled.

“I bet you’d like it if he did it,” she teases. “Maybe while fucking you.”

You glare at her. “I’m trying to enjoy my two sexy friends having a sexy moment in front of a crowd.”

“Maybe if you weren’t so preoccupied with that,” Steph quips. “You’d be having hot wedding sex in the bathroom.”

“Hey!” you whisper-yell, “I’m only a slut sometimes.”

Kate tossed the piece of fabric and elastic in the blink of an eye, all while Natalie looked on with a slightly dazed look in her eyes, and you know that whatever took so long wasn’t innocent. It doesn’t escape your notice that Sebastian casually catches the garment and winks at you. If you weren’t a strong independent woman, you might have melted. As it was, your knees felt weak.

“Time for the bouquet!” Natalie yells, and you sigh. Personally you never got much out of the garter and bouquet tradition. It didn’t mean anything, not really. It was just a stupid thing to put pressure on people to get married.

Standing in the back of the crowd of guests waiting impatiently for the flowers to become airborne, you hope it never reaches you. You can feel Sebastian’s eyes on you as you take your place though, and you can almost feel the disappointment in his gaze.

They’d told everyone upfront that the lucky ‘winners’ of the tosses were to dance together at the party. And you wanted to dance with Sebastian, just not because of a stupid game. You wanted to do a lot more than dance with him if you were being honest.

You see it enter your peripheral vision and before you can think, you put your hand up. Fingers clasp around the group of stems making up the bouquet. Shit. Smirk adorning his face, Sebastian walks up to you.

“Think that’s our cue,” he says, leading you out to the dance floor, where Kate and Natalie are already starting to dance again. Everyone starts to disperse, as the brides stare you down, waiting expectantly.

“Think you can keep up Stan?”

“Think you can?”

~~~

He was right. You could hardly keep up with him. You’d lost count of the dances you had with him. It seemed like he refused to dance with anyone else and didn’t seem keen on giving either of you a break.

“Sebastian,” you gasp. “I need to sit down.”

“Can’t keep up?” he teases, pulling you close, hand brushing the top of your ass.

“Hell no,” you admit. “I don’t know what Marvel puts in your workouts but it’s more than what’s in mine.”

He throws his head back and laughs, the sound as melodic as any music you sing. And suddenly all you want to do is lick up the column of his throat.

“Alright,” he concedes.

You pull off your heels as you sit on one the unoccupied chairs lining the walls. “You know, for an old man you’re very spry.”

“Pulling that card are you?”

“Yep,” you reply, rubbing your feet.

“Let me,” he says, offering his own hands, much larger than yours to massage the knots out. You would never ask, but given that he’s offering, you’re not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

A few kneads in and a very sexual moan slips out of your mouth.

“Have a fetish you don’t know about?” he teases, still massaging.

“No,” you say, trying not to moan again. “My feet just really hurt. If you ever try to rub my feet while we fuck I will kick you out.” Your eyes shoot open, realizing what you said.

“Planning on fucking me are you?”

You can’t gage the look on his face. “Um … I’m sor-”

“Good,” he says, setting your foot down and pulling your chair closer to his. “I was planning on fucking you too.”

The air around you is charged with sexual energy. “Think it’d be rude if we left?” you ask him.

“If you don’t I’m going to gag,” Steph says from the chair behind you and you can’t stop the laugh from coming out.

Sebastian just sits there, pure shock on his face. “Well don’t stop the sexy talk on accound of me,” she says, “I’m not shy about being a voyeur.”

“Steph!” you scold.

“Oh fine,” she says. “But I come back and you’re both here,” she wiggles her eyebrows before leaving you alone with a shell shocked Sebastian.

“So,” you say, biting your lip. “Want to take her advice, minus the voyeur part?”

“Only if you can keep up this time,” he says, slipping out of his awkward stupor faster than you could imagine.

“Guess we’ll find out.”

2 Years Later

“You know,” you say as Sebastian looks at you from between your legs. “I never would have agreed to go home with you if I knew it’d lead me here.”

“Where, our wedding?”

“Damn right,” you say. “If I had it my way, we’d be going to the courthouse.”

“Yes, babe I know,” he says. “But let me take this off with my teeth will you, everyone is staring.”

“Oh fine,” you say. “But I am going to throw that bouquet with hate not love.”

“Yes dear,” he mocks you. Both of you know every word is a lie, but it helps your nerves. Having him this close to where you’re aching for him in front of a crowd, Steph smirking the entire time at you while Natalie and Kate beam, is a lot.

You bite back a gasp as he presses his face against you, kissing you lightly where you want him for hours, before moving down to take the elastic band off. “Fuck you Stan,” you whisper through your teeth.

“You will be,” he whispers. “Mrs. Stan.”

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan fanfiction

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eleventhdoctorsangel · 5 years ago

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Can you hear me screaming please don’t leave me

Summary: Bobby Nash and his niece were always really close. But on one fateful day he and his team were called to her house after her suicide attempt. After saving her his niece decided to go in the same line as work.

The summer went by fast. Within that time I have passed all of my tests to become an EMT. Only Uncle Bobby and Athena were there the day I passed my test and got my assignment to the 118 of course. Uncle Bobby made sure that I was put with the 118. Still no one beside him and Athena knows. I have also been spending time with Buck, Hen and Chimney. Just like Buck promise he and I went to a concert. We went to see Falling In Reverse (RIP Derek Jones I’m going to miss you.). When the mosh pits started Buck protected me as if life deepened on it. I just laugh my head off and Buck thought I lost my mind. I was used to mosh pits and I guess Buck wasn’t but he face was still priceless. Within all the time that I’ve spent with Buck so far he told me about his family, his sister Maddie, and his girlfriend or ex-girlfriend he wasn’t so sure about that situation. Anyways I’m currently on my way to the station to surprise everyone and tell them the news. I wasn’t the only new member that joining the 118. There’s a new guy named Eddie Diaz. I really only knew his name since that was all that Uncle Bobby told me.

When I got to the station the rest of the team was out on a call so there weren’t many people there. So I went upstairs and sat on one of the couch as I waited for everyone to get back. I texted Uncle Bobby to let me know when they come back so that I could hide if I needed to. I was playing on my phone when I could hear footsteps approaching me. “So you must be the Captain Niece.” A voice say. I look up from phone to see a very hot guy sitting on the table that was in front of the couch. I put my phone in my lap. “I’m guessing you are Eddie Diaz.” I said. “I am.” Eddie said. “Well I’m Y/n it’s nice to meet you.” I said holding out my hand. “Well it’s nice to meet you Y/n.” Eddie said as he shook my hand. “Eddie huh it that short for Eduardo or Edmundo?” I asked. Eddie looked kinda shocked. “How did you know?” Eddie asked. “I’m observant. So which is it?” I asked. “Edmundo.” Eddie said. “You look like an Edmundo.” I said smiling a little. “Why thank you. So Y/n what made you decided to do this? Because no offense you are really small.” Eddie said. “None taken but I can handle my own. As for why I chose to do this is a circumstance I went through I guess you can say.” I said. “Well I would like to hear all about it if you don’t mind telling me.” Eddie said. I shook my head. “No I don’t mind. It was a few months ago. I wasn’t exactly in the best mind space again. I’ve dealt with depression almost my whole life as with self harm. I tried to kill myself for the third time. I tried when I was thirteen and again when I was sixteen. I know that I can’t change what I’ve been through but I want to help people so they don’t have to feel or go through what I did.” I said as showed the scars that were on my wrist. Eddie took ahold of both of my wrist as he ran his thumbs over them then looked up at me. “I’m sorry that you had to go through that.” Eddie said. “Thank you Eddie that means a lot.” I said. “I guess that makes since now. The captain told me about a lot of people here are protective of you.” Eddie said. “Yeah that would make since. So I told you about myself some now why don’t you tell me about yourself.” I said taking my hands out of Eddies grip putting them in my lap.

Eddie told me about his life that he was in the army and that he has an extremely adorable boy name Christopher and that poor Christopher has cerebral palsy. Eddie even told me about the situation that was going on his wife and how didn’t know what he was going to do about it and how he was going to explain it to Christopher when he does. I told him that whatever he decides that Christopher would understand in time and that he might be the one who might take longer to get over it than Christopher. I made sure that Eddie knew that if he or Christopher needed someone to talk to that I will be all ears. Eddie seemed relieved when I said that. Uncle Bobby finally texted me saying that they were on their way. I smiled as I started jumping slightly in my seat. “Well someone seems excited.” Eddie said. “Well I asked my uncle to text me when they were on their way back because I want to surprise everyone.” I said. “So no one besides the captain knows?” Eddie asked. I shook my head. “Well I hope you have fun surprising them.” Eddie said as he got up. “Are you not going to say to see their reaction?” I asked. “I hope I’m still here. I have to get back home to Christopher.” Eddie said. “I understand that. I hope to meet that little cutie soon.” I said. “Christopher would really like that. So I guess I’ll be seeing you around.” Eddie said. “Yeah see you later.” I said giving him a little wave.

I stay sat on the couch until uncle Bobby told me that it was safe to come down. When he finally I got up from my spot and made my way down the stairs. “Okay that is a beautiful man.” I heard chimney say. If I had to guess it was probably Eddie that were talking about. “Where’s the lie and I like girls.” Hen said. “Who in the hell is that?” Buck said. “It’s Eddie Diaz a new recruit. Graduated top of his class just this week. Guy was working a station six for time and a half but I convinced him to join to join us.” Uncle bobby said. “What do we need him for?” Buck asked. Which made everyone laugh. “He severed multiple tours in Afghanistan and he’s an army medic he’s got a sliver star. It’s not like he’s wet behind the ears. Beside he’s not the only new face that going to be around here.” Uncle Bobby said. Taking that as my que I finished walking down the stairs and over to everyone. “Yeah now you guys are going to have to deal with me a lot more.” I said. “Wait are you serious?” Buck asked. “Yup I passed my test last week.” I said. Buck smiled as he hugged me. “Welcome to the team sweetie.” Hen said. “Thank momma Hen.” I said. “Come on I’ll introduce you to him. He likes to be called 8 pack.” Uncle Bobby said as Hen and Chimney went with him to go say hi to Eddie just leaving Buck and I. “Raw Sliver star.” Hen said. “Better drop some more pounds there butch.” Chimney said. Buck looked back towards the locker room and kinda glared at Eddie. “You know I can see the steam coming for your ears. What to share with the class.” I said. “We don’t need that guy around here.” Buck said. “I’m pretty sure they said the same thing when you came around. Just take some time and get to know him Buck. He’s a nice guy.” I said. “How can you be so sure about that?” Buck asked. “Because before everyone got here we talked. Just talk to him Buck who knows you two could become best friends.” I said. “Yeah but you’re my best friend. A best friends that should have told me about this.” Buck said. “I wanted it to be a surprise. Come on admit it you were surprised Bucky bear.” I said. “Ok fine I was surprised. But you should have told me I would have been there when you took the final test.” Buck said. “I know but Uncle Bobby was there. I wasn’t alone. I have to go change but I’ll be right back.” I said as I left to go to the ladies locker room so I can quickly get change so I can get ready to start my first shift.

Luckily I was able to get change before we had to go out in a call. “So what kind of experience is my first call going to be?” I asked. “A guy fell on to an air compression butt first.” Uncle Bobby said. “The million to one shot.” I said. I could hear people trying not to laugh even uncle Bobby was trying not to laugh. “Come on get in the rig.” Uncle Bobby said. I nodded and made my way inside the fire truck. Buck was sitting on one side of me and Chimney was sitting on the other side of me. I out the head set on and we made our way to the call. “So sliver star huh?” Chimney asked. “Yeah.” Eddie said. “Did you save a platoon of something?” Chimney asked. “No no. Nothing like that uh just a convoy.” Eddie said. “Eddie you heard about the hot firefighter calendar?” Hen asked. I look at Buck to see him glaring at Hen. I playfully nudge him. “I’m sorry the what” Eddie asked laughing at little. “For charity.” Hen said. “So is your full name Eduardo?” Buck asked. “No.” Eddie said. “People every call you Diaz?” Buck asked. “Not if they want me to repose.” Eddie said. “Something gotta give we got Cap, Hen, Chimney, Buck. We just can’t call you Eddie.” Buck said. “Can’t tell if he’s being serious or not.” Eddie said. “I like to always operate under the assumption that nothing he says is serious.” Chimney said. “Oh come on Bucky bear you know we love you.” I said nudging him.

When we arrived at Hector’s Rim and Tire shop Uncle Bobby was the first to go talk with the worker while the rest of us got the Medical stuff that we were going to need. We were lead over to a like who had blew up like a balloon. “Okay Hector can you hear me? Alright hang in there buddy. Alright let’s get him on his side maintain pressure on the wound.” Uncle Bobby said as He, Eddie, Chimney, Buck and I helped with lifting Hector off of the air pressure. “It’s a hundred pounds per square inch pumped through his entire body.” Buck said. Hen started to check his heart rate with a stethoscope. “Breathing shallow. He’s heart is racing. Airs filled his stomach, his chest, even behind his eye lids. I’m more concerned about the space around his heart and lungs.” Hen said. “Ok Eddie start a nasal cannula. Chimney get him some morphine.” Uncle Bobby said. “On it.” Chimney said as he went over to Hector’s side grabbing his hand and tried to stick him. “It’s like trying to inject a needle into stone.” Chimney said. “The pressure is pushing everything out. I can’t even get any air through the nostril.” Eddie said trying to get the nasal cannula on. “Jugular venous distention, tachycardia, hypotension, diminished breath We’re looking at tension pneumothorax.” Hen said. “The air pressure is collapsing his organs. We need to get in there and drain the fluid. Buck I need you to get a 14-gauge angiocath. We need to start decompressing the pleural cavity. Y/n I need you to cut away his shirt.” Uncle Bobby said. I nodded as Chimney handed me a pair of scissors the I cut away at Hector’s shirt so it would be easier for Buck. I stood back up so Buck could have room to work. “Alright. Alright.” Buck said. “You want me to help?” Eddie asked him. “I got it.” Buck said. “Hang in there Hector.” Uncle bobby said. “I’d go lower.” Eddie said. “What? Um no. Second intercostal space. Midclavicular line.” Buck said. “The chest wall is thinner at the fifth intercostal at the anterior axillary line. It’s a decrease chance of injuring any vital organs. I’ve treated guys with collapses lungs in combat.” Eddie said. “Do it.” Uncle bobby said. “Please?” Eddie asked as he held his hand to Buck. Buck handed the syringe to Eddie. “Thank you.” Eddie said as he stuck the syringe parallel to Hector’s under arm then undid part of it as the air started to leave Hector’s body. Hector let out a breath as he opened his eyes. “That’s it Hector breathe. Nice and slow.” Uncle Bobby said. Then we got Hector on a gurney and I help Buck pick stuff up and take it back to the rig.

A/n: I know that I have another way of watching season two. But I usually watch the stuff I need with subtitles and I can’t with the way I've been watching it. So I might have to be this story on hold until either it get back on Hulu or it comes out to DVD

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docholligay · 6 years ago

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A Little Love Story, Part One: Narrative Inconvenience

For her commission, Jetty is having me rewrite an old, old story I wrote here on the blog, that I’ve always wanted to rewrite because I thought i could do a better job of it. It’s lovely BroTP shit! And the original story was quite well liked so I hope this is too. This first part is 2,200 words, which is longer than the entire original story. Please enjoy, and remember that I love all comments, no matter how small!

There are old magics, in this world. Power that bends and moves in the world without our being any the wiser, ones that whisper through the trees in the dark and dance on the backs of butterflies in the light. They do not always have name, or even definition, only able to be defined by the edges of what they are not, a fog or a shadow of strength.

“She let her guard down.” It was what Pluto said, and it was not incorrect, though it was not true, either, “and the enemy entranced her. A old magic.”

“She fell for it.” Rei burned with the heat a white ember as she sat around the table, arms crossed, barely looking up from the table.

“We might all, if given what we desired most.” Michiru looked out the window, gazing into an unimportant street, a note of sympathy filling her voice that was more frightening than any of Rei’s anger could have hoped to be.

Pluto nodded. “It does know each of our hearts, if I remember. If it touches you. That is its gift.”

“She turned on us.” Rei looked around at the other Senshi, mouth in a hard line. “Mina turned on us.”

“Oh, she fucking did not,” a small bead of spit burst from Haruka’s mouth and onto the table and she hammered her hand down on the chair arm, “She’s brainwashed, Rei, that’s not--it’s not her fault.”

Rei stood up, hands on the table as she leaned toward Haruka. “It doesn’t matter whose fault it is, what we have to do is the same!”

Haruka stood up to meet her, and Rei seemed utterly unimpressed by the fact that Haruka towered over her, back straight as Haruka whirled around the edge of the table, finger raised into Rei’s face.

“You’re so fucking eager to kill anyone to prove you’re,” She gave a dramatic bend and waved her hands in the air, “The best senshi of all time. We get it, you love Usagi best.” She snorted. “Fuck you, Rei, you don’t even--”

“I forgot that we only gleefully kill someone when they’re eight.” She stepped into Haruka’s face, nose to nose, “Or at least, people like you--”

“No! Stop!!” Usagi pushed herself between them, tears falling down her face, as they had been this whole time, a quiet fall of rain in between hills of sobbing. “I can fix this!”

“You can’t!” Usagi cowered to Rei’s yelling, and her voice softened, “You can’t. You’ve tried. We’ve tried. Three times, Usagi, and three times Mina’s tried to kill you.” Rei tenderly touched Usagi’s back where a raw, red line from Mina’s blade still raised. “She almost did.”

“It is a very strong magic.” Pluto said, by way of apology. “And their sense of us is keen.”

Ami nodded, looking between Rei and Usagi. “Mina would have been chosen specifically, being our commander, the strategic fighter, and she has always been a little…” She looked at Usagi’s face, and stopped herself.

“‘Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven’ one might say.” Michiru finished Ami’s thought, in a rare bit of synchronicity between them, “More so than many of us.”

“She’s selfish.” Rei crossed her arms and glanced out the window, staring at whatever nothing Michiru's eyes had moved to. “She just wants it for herself.”

“It is an old magic,” Pluto said again, smoothing over the anger and hurt dolloped like frosting across the room, “but there are some older still.”

“Love.” Usagi looked up at Pluto. “Love can break the spell, I’ve read that so many times! And I tried, but--”

As Usagi explained to Pluto a solution she already knew, Michiru moved quietly to Rei’s side, standing close to her, both eyes hitting that same odd mark in the world that no one else could see, holding her hand without ever touching her, in that strange way Rei had come to appreciate.

“Even now?” Michiru murmured, the soft wash of her voice lapping over the hot coals of Rei’s betrayal, the steam of it pricking at Rei’s eyes.

Michiru had a way of accusing Rei of everything, while saying nothing at all, in that strange way Rei had come to despise.

She said nothing, and Michiru did not press, and they both took it as a quiet assent. Yes, even now. Even if my love might save her, it would need to be carved out of me. I do not know if I have the strength to give her my heart where I might give her my bow. Yes, even now, she could not say what she might feel. If even she were sure.

“We have to find a prince, maybe!” Usagi brightened at her own suggestion, “I wonder if Mamoru could--”

“Usagi.” Pluto touched her shoulder and smiled sadly. “You have loved her so well.”

Usagi’s lip wobbled, and they all sat and stood and stared silently, knowing that it wasn’t enough. That Usagi could love all she wanted, she could believe and hope and cast a thousand attacks of healing, and it would not be enough for the sense of power and of strength that now lived in Mina’s mind. That had bent her toward a Venus allowed to be queen.

“Well what are we supposed to do?” Mako split the silence, fists balled, looking from Usagi to Rei to Pluto, as if a leader might emerge. “Capture her? We’ll bring her in?”

Ami touched Mako’s arms. “We won’t have much luck. She’s so skilled...she knows us all so well. She taught us how to fight. She knows how to get around us.”

“I’m next in line for command.” Rei walked to the front of the table and jutted her chin out as she looked around the room, shoulders back. “We have to rush her, and we have to take her out, Before she picks us off one by one. Which she can,” She looked over the edge of the raised slash that came up to Usagi’s bare shoulder, “And she will.”

“No.” Haruka stood at the other end of the table, her jaw set “‘Kill Mina’ is not the solution here.”

“This is what I’m talking about!” Rei popped and spit, a firework just blossoming, “Nobody says you have to do it yourself, Haruka! Remember your bullshit about having to do things to save the world!? Well, now’s the time to pay up for all that talk.”

Haruka slammed a fist down on the table, and Usagi winced painfully. “Are you ever gonna fucking let that--”

“Don’t ask me,” Rei crossed her arms and tossed her hair, “Why don’t you ask Hotaru? Ask her why it was okay to kill her but not someone who’s actively trying to kill Usagi. Where was your emotional crisis then?”

“Rei.” It was a rebuke, as quiet as it was, a small steel rapier at the edge of Michiru’s tongue. “Enough.”

“I--” Haruka looked down at the table, and then over to Hotaru, fist still balled tightly. “I didn’t know you.”

Hotaru said nothing, simply shrugged and placed a hand on her cheek, leaning onto the table disinterestedly. “Whatever.”

Haruka swallowed and nodded to no one. “Well.” she tapped the table and stepped back. “I’m going after her. Usagi had her shot, and I get mine. No one has to come with,” she pushed her hair back and shook her head, “In fact? You know what? Don’t.”

Rei snorted. “She’ll kill you. I give you five minutes.”

“No she won’t. I don’t think. Maybe.”

Haruka was certain in her uncertainty, and Rei remembered the taste of Mina’s chapstick in her mouth, the way her hair had looked splayed against the dark of Rei’s as they had laid together on the tatami mat Mina had pulled outside, under the stars, the grass-sweetness of it mixing with the soft peach of Mina’s scent, as she made up stories about the constellations she saw in her own mind, not caring what others had seen in the stars.

She shut her eyes a moment and let the Sight show her what she wanted to See, that Haruka would be run through in an instant by Mina’s sword, and the Sight complied, the Sight believed, the Sight thought the odds were good.

And so, “Michiru, control your wife.” was all she said, glaring as she said it.

MIchiru had her own Sight. It worked in concert with Rei’s but never in perfect parallel. It saw further, it saw more possibility, but all of them were just a touch blurrier than Rei’s, all of them required more context and a deftness of thought. Rei was not incorrect, if it came to hand to hand combat. Mina’s skill bested Haruka’s in all weathers, and unless remarkable luck was on Haruka’s side, she would die at Mina’s hand.

And this caused Michiru a sharp pain, one that seemed to come from the inside and wormed out of her chest, leaving her heart open and bare and exposed.

But Michiru could see possibilities that Rei sometimes could not, and on this day, as she looked into the wine that she swirled around and around her glass, another possibility appeared to her in the moving bubbles. That Haruka would listen to good counsel, that Haruka would not try to save Mina, that Haruka’s life would be spared and Mina defeated.

Rei was not wrong in this, either. They were likely to win the day, if they acted at once. Mina had been wise to name her as successor.

Michiru Saw this, and she Saw Haruka, carrying Mina’s body home. She saw the two of them laughing on Michiru’s balcony, sipping back beers. Michiru Saw Haruka struggling to say anything about Mina at her funeral, crumpling the cards in her hands. She saw Haruka grinning as she planned a trip with Mina, trying not to be too excited that she had a friend who simply liked her without wanting anything. Who liked her as the tough and tender butch disaster she was. She Saw the thousand small ways that Haruka would blame herself, for not trying hard enough, for trying too hard, for not saying this, for saying that.

And she Saw Haruka’s slow decline, a whirlpool from which she could not recover, years of struggling and fighting and clawing against herself only to lose in the end. Years of pain and drink and exhaustion, in a battle Haruka could not win.

This was too cruel for Michiru. Perhaps a younger version of herself might have believed she could be all Haruka needed, that Haruka’s tenderness and tendency toward self-hatred could be pruned easily enough, that she could make Haruka into the stone wall she needed to be. But the Michiru who had loved her knew better. That what made Haruka her brilliant, beautiful, beloved girl was also her downfall. That the girl Haruka was today could not survive it, and it was only the slow bleed of a gut shot.

The girl Michiru was today loved her too much to allow it.

But even she was surprised when she opened her mouth as she walked toward Haruka. “Is this something you feel you must do?”

Haruka nodded. “I have to try. She’d do the same thing for me.”

Michiru’s mind moved to the idea of whether or not that were true, but in the end, she supposed, it only mattered that it was true to Haruka, and waved off the thought.

She held Haruka’s hands in hers, and looked up at her. “Please be careful. I love you so.” She kissed Haruka softly. “And Mina is not herself.”

“What do you think you’re going to do?” Rei shrieked in disbelief, hands on her hips, “Kiss her and break the spell, Prince Charming?”

“I don’t know, okay?” She squeezed Michiru’s hands and then softly let them drop. “If she kills me then, I guess, go ahead and do whatever. She twisted at her henshin ring, considering it a moment. “I’m going.” She leaned in and kissed Michiru, cupping her cheek. “I love you. I’m coming back, okay?”

Michiru smiled. “One way or the other, I believe that’s so.”

She left the house, grabbing her sweater and shutting the door behind her, all the girls sitting in the silence for a moment.

“You sent her to her death.” Rei said, more as a question than an accusation.

“A less cruel one, perhaps.” Michiru barely whispered as she wandered back to her glass of wine and her window.

Usagi stood up. “We can’t let them hurt each other! Rei!”

“Usagi,” Rei drew her into her arms. “There’s no ‘let’ here, I--Haruka sent herself on a suici--well she wanted to do it, you saw, and Mina’s. Not herself.”

Usagi’s lip wobbled again, another hill of sobbing on the horizon. “What if she...hurts Haruka?”

“If she kills Haruka, hell itself will not be able to hide her from me, and so there is that consolation.” Michiru punctuated the thought with a deep drink of wine.

Usagi let out a small sob as she buried herself in Rei’s shoulder. Ami squeezed Mako’s hand, glancing up at her in a reassurance she did not feel. Pluto laid a hand on Hotaru’s head, who shrugged again, unsure of how she felt, or how she was meant to feel. But Michiru simply went out the window and stared at a sea she could not see, the rush of the waves roaring in her ears.

And Haruka clutched her ring tightly as she walked, believing in old, old magics, hoping they believed in her.

#I hope you enjoy this!#Also looking at me giving v mild ami/mako #BUT THERE NONETHELESS #This is also kind of reinako story #but most definitely a BroTP story #For those of you who like and Miss my SM fic!

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yootaesowlwrites · 5 years ago

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I Was Feeling Heroic Chapter 9;

Chapter 9 - I Was Feeling Heroic Series.

First Season.

Second Season.

"Our home, once the pride of our family, now a flophouse," Klaus says as they walk into the compound.

"Indeed, the mighty have fallen," Elijah says, they walk towards the couches that were covered in dust, the signs of a fight could be still be seen on the dusty floors.

"Where's Vincent?" Hayley asks, Vincent walks into the building.

"Right here," Vincent says. "Kept my word, now the only question is whether or not you guys are gonna keep yours, as soon as I'm finished healing your kid, you got to leave the city."

"Well, we're not gonna stay, are we?" Klaus says. "Your city has lost its charm."

"What he means to say," Hayley says giving Klaus a glare. "That we're very grateful, just help her and we'll leave." Hayley lays Hope down on one of the sofas, crows started swarming above the compound, squawking loudly.

"Just give us what we want, and we will do so happily," Elijah says.

"Excuse me," Vincent says, he walks towards Hope bending down next to her. "Okay, Nettoyer timoun sa a. Nettoyer timoun sa a. Nettoyer timoun sa a. Nettoyer timoun sa a. Nettoyer timoun sa a." Vincent chants, after a moment Hope opens her eyes and looks at Hayley.

"Mom?" Hope says, Alex studies Hope for a moment, feeling a dark aura still coming from her, Hayley held Hope against her.

"That's it, your little girl's purified," Vincent says as he stood from the ground, Alex gently shakes her head.

"Thank you," Klaus says gratefully as nobody saw Alex shaking her head.

"No look, the only gratitude I need from any of you is seeing you leave the city," Vincent says, Vincent walks past Klaus but stops once he saw the look on Alex's face, something told him that it wasn't over.

"Go see your daddy," Hayley says, Vincent turns to look at Hope as she walks towards Klaus, suddenly the crows above them fell to the ground surrounding Hope.

"What is this?" Klaus asks, concern laced in his voice, Hayley rushes towards Hope and holds her against her.

"I don't know," Vincent says, Hope begins looking around as Alex hears soft whispering.

"Mom? Can you hear that?" Hope asks, Alex looks around trying to find something, someone. "It's whispering." Everyone looks down at Hope, except Alex.

"Kre Nah Han, Kre Nah Han," Alex says as she heard the as Hope, everyone looks towards Alex. "That's what it keeps chanting, over and over again" Everyone turns to look at Vincent, He lets out a sigh.

"It's a nearly forgotten dialect," Vincent says. "It's Creole, it means 'The Hallow.'"

"The Hallow is coming." Alex finishes for him. "And I'm guessing, just by feeling how cold and dark it is, that's not a good thing."

Alex walks down the stairs glancing at Klaus as she does.

"I gave her a plush toy after enchanting it, it will help keep the Hallow at bay, but not for long," Alex says. "I read somewhere in one of my books about the Hallow, but this happened a long time after the nephalem war, which was during the 3rd millennium BC, it was born in AD, killed during the 5th century, not many of us were left during that time."

"So it's ancient?" Klaus asks, Alex nods her head.

"I was just on my way to see Vincent, perhaps you could come along?" Elijah suggests, Alex nods her head.

"And I'm going to see, Marcel," Hayley says, Hayley leaves the compound.

"Did this book of yours perhaps say anything about how to get rid of it?" Klaus asks, Alex shakes her head 'no'.

"As I said, there isn't much about it, just a page about its existence," Alex says, Klaus nods his head. "Look after your daughter, Klaus, and we'll see you soon." Alex and Elijah leave the building.

Alex and Elijah step into St.Anne's church and stood in the back observing everyone, Alex looks at from everyone as Vincent tries to reassure his people, she looks up at Elijah.

"We were interrupted last night." Alex softly says, Elijah looks down at her. "Perhaps we could sometime try it again when we've solved this?"

"We could," Elijah says. "Do you perhaps something in mind? A place? A date?" Alex softly smiles at him.

"I'm not sure when we'll get rid of this thing, but I'd like to see a little bit of the world," Alex says. "I've heard Belgium has some beautiful forests, such as the blue forest."

"Belgium it is," Elijah says giving her a smile.

"Now, this thing is dark, it's angry, it's powerful," Vincent says.

"And ancient," Alex says interrupting him, everyone turns to look at Alex and Elijah.

"It is a force my family and I are here to erase, now, kindly excuse us, please, we have much to discuss with Mr Griffith," Elijah says.

"Get going, Ladies and gentlemen," Alex says, the coven of witches stood and slowly made their way to the exit while Elijah and Alex walk towards Vincent.

"So, now that we've dispensed with the needless hysteria." Elijah begins once everyone had left the church.

"I got a lot on my plate, Elijah, without whatever trouble you're trying to bring my way," Vincent says.

"You look tired," Alex says. "Which is exactly why you need us."

"Fortunately, I have a long history of removing anything undesirable from New Orleans," Elijah says.

"I'm probably one of the things on that list, so I reckon it's best for me to work alone," Vincent says.

" I assume you know a little bit about it, and I have an entire page of knowledge, perhaps we could discuss it?" Alex says, Vincent thinks for a moment, should he accept their offer or deny it?

"It's not an offer," Elijah says. "Children's lives are at risk."

"You care about children's lives at risk?" Vincent asks, disbelieve clear in his voice. "What about Davina Claire, Elijah?"

"You know damn well that her soul is safe." Alex cuts in, taking a step closer to Vincent.

"Alex," Elijah says, he placed his hand on her shoulder, pulling her back, unwillingly she took a step back, Elijah softly squeezes her shoulder. "So, you can only see me as some kind of merciless butches?" Vincent looks at Alex before back at Elijah.

"Yes, I do," Vincent answers truthfully.

"I'll be whatever you want me to be, vincent Griffith," Elijah says. "I'll be the devil himself, but make no mistake, I would violate everything sacred under the sun in the name of rescuing my niece, and right now, according to you, you are facing two evils." Elijah slides his hand from Alex's shoulder to her hand, interlacing their fingers. "Wouldn't it be nice to have one of those by your side?" Vincent looks down at their hands, before looking up at Alex.

"Three evils, actually," Vincent says, Alex softy chuckles glancing at the floor as she licks her lips.

"And wouldn't it be nice to have two by your side?" Alex says. "A family of original vampires, and a nephalem that's growing stronger and stronger each day, I might even be the one to destroy it, or you could be the one, or they could destroy it, but we'll be stronger together."

"We're gonna do this my way," Vincent says after a minute of silence.

"Beautiful," Elijah says. "Your way it is."

Vincent scatters some ashes on a table.

"And who might this be?" Elijah asks.

"These are the ashes of a witch that lost his way, and it might just be the key to helping us find ours." vincent says. "This thing, um, the Hallow its magic has a very unique signature, I felt it back on this witch the other day when Marcel and I took him out, so if I can trace that energy to its source..."

"You can find the rest of these fanatics," Elijah says, Vincent moves everything into place. "So this thing which haunts my niece has spoken to you?"

"It's more like, uh, a broadcast, and I was able to shut it out, but a lot of people have a harder time doing that," Vincent asks, Alex picks up one of the artefacts in the room and examines it.

"Like your wife?" Elijah asks, Vincent turns to face Elijah.

"You know, there's a difference between what we protect, and what we have inside of our hearts," Vincent says. "What we try to hide inside our hearts, right, now that thing, it took everything that's dark and twisted it inside of me and it used it against me, it used it against my wife and it ended up taking everything that I've ever loved away from me." Alex puts the artefact down.

"So then you have every reason to want to remove it from this earth?" Elijah states more than asks.

"Yeah, but let's say we run into that thing today, Elijah." Vincent begins. "It's gonna take everything you want to keep buried, it's going to use that and make you do exactly what it wants you to do, and that's what makes you a liability to the very niece we're all trying to protect." Elijah turns his gaze to Alex.

"Then you both best stay away from it," Alex says as she steps closer to them. "I don't have much that I wish to keep buried, and that's just my addiction from a couple of years ago."

"Let's get to work," Elijah says, he had faith in Alex, vincent glances at Alex before nodding his head.

Vincent lights some sage to burn it before he started to chant.

"Chèche le virtute, Chèche le virtute, Chèche le virtute, Chèche le virtute." Vincent chants, He drops the sage into the bowl as he saw who it was.

"What is it?" Elijah says. "What did you see?"

"I know who it is," Vincent says, a smirk begins growing on Alex's lips.

"Care to share so we can go fetch him or her?" Alex says.

"You can't help me, you can't even help yourself, don't you see? You're in the middle of everything that's to come, which why they sent me here, Vince." Will says as he takes out his handgun. "For you." Alex appears in front of Vincent as Will fires his weapon, the bullet piercing Alex's skin.

"Ouch, that kind of hurt," Alex says, a devilish smirk on her lips. "Did I interrupt something?" Will turns around only to run straight into Elijah, in a blink of an eye Will was tossed over the counter, dropping his weapon.

"That is quite the monster you got lurking in there," Elijah says, veins sprout underneath his eyes as his fangs grew from his gums, Alex picks up the firearm and melts it using holy fire.

"Or mine?" Alex asks. "It doesn't exactly play nice." Her eyes flash a dark blue, unlike the Hallow's eyes which were a lighter blue, Alex appears by Will's side and grabs the back of his knee, pulling him to his feet as Elijah pulls out a chair. "Let's have a chat." Alex forces Will to sit down in the chair and Elijah ties him down to the chair, they step away and Elijah leans down to compel him.

"Your vampire tricks won't work on me," Will says, Alex placed her hand on Will's shoulder, knocking him unconscious, his head falls forward making Vincent look at her with concern.

"What did you just do?" Vincent asks as he walks towards Will.

"Oh relax, he's sleeping," Alex says, Vincent lets out a sigh of relief, he examines Will for a moment.

"All right, well, someone cited a spell to block his mind against your vampire tricks," Vincent says. "I can break that, Elijah, it's just gonna take me a little bit of time." Vincent looks up at Elijah.

"A luxury we don't have," Elijah says.

"Look, Elijah, I'm not gonna let you torture him, all right? He's my friend, and he's just as much of a victim as all those kids." Vincent says, trying to reason with Elijah.

"You have five minutes," Elijah says, a relieved looked passed over Vincent's face.

"All right," Vincent mumbles turning back to Will, Elijah turns to look at Alex.

"Can you get inside his mind?" Elijah asks, Alex nods her head.

"In a very painful way, but whatever he's trying to hide, I'll be able to find it," Alex says, Elijah nods his head, Five minutes quickly passed and Elijah's patients grew thin.

"Time's up," Elijah says, Vincent turns around.

"Hold up, Elijah!" Vincent says loudly, a perfect distraction.

"Why do you insist?" Elijah asks, Alex walks towards Will, Vincent not paying her much mind.

"Because he's my friend, and because a witch told me that I'm the one that gave this thing breath, now I don't know what I did to let it into this world, but I know I ain't just gonna let it take him out," Vincent says, Alex stops behind Will as claws replaced Alex's nails.

"You're taking too long," Alex says, Vincent turns around as she placed the tip of her claws against Will's neck.

"No, no what are you doing?" Vincent asks.

"I'm going to read his mind," Alex says, she pushes her claws into Will's neck, he lets out a scream as he wakes up, Alex lets out a scream as she feels her fingertips burning, she removes her claws and saw her fingers healing from a burn, Will breaks free from his bindings and takes out a talisman from one of his pockets, he held it towards Elijah as he sped towards Will, an invisible force pushes Elijah back.

"There's no going back, Vince," Will says, he uses the talisman against Vincent to knock him down before turning it towards Alex.

"That's neat," Alex says, Will pushes the talisman towards Alex but she uses the talisman's dark magic against him, Will flies back and hits the ground. "Have I not introduced myself?

"That's not possible," Will says to himself.

"I'm Alex Zastrod, and you or any other witch, can't use dark magic against me, because I control the darkness," Alex says. "That includes dark magic." Will got to his feet, picking up a chair and throwing it towards Alex, Alex uses her power of reality-warping to turn the chair into smoke, the smoke quickly clears but by the time it does, Will had already escaped. "Dammit!" Elijah stood from the ground and looks at Vincent as he stood from the ground.

"Any other wonderful ideas?" Elijah asks.

"We track him," Alex says. "Because instead of trying to get into his head, he tagged him with magic."

"He's gonna lead us back to to the kids," Vincent says.

"I know, but we should hurry because I don't think it's the kids that are their target," Alex says.

Vincent, Elijah and Alex stood near the entrance of a wooded area, the sun had set as they waited for everyone to arrive.

"I assume you told everyone to be on their best behaviour," Vincent says.

"Oh, I told them, now whether or not they'll be obedient is another thing altogether," Elijah says, Klaus was the first to arrive. "Where's Hope?"

"Freya and Jackson are with her now, she fighting it, whatever it is," Klaus says. "That plush toy that you gave her seems to help." Marcel and Hayley arrive.

"All right, the kids are attacked to that spell, if we save the kids, we save your little girl," Vincent says.

"And the sooner you all can be on your way." Marcel states.

"Clearly we're skipping the hugs and hello's, Vincent?" Hayley says, she wanted to know which way they needed to go.

"Trail leads off this way, so I guess we, uh, follow the breadcrumbs," Vincent says.

"Tactless savages holding a ghost-raising rave, Best make short work of them, I say we-" Klaus begins but Marcel quickly cuts him off.

"We split up, Klaus you're with me, I'm not letting you out of my sight," Marcel says. "Anybody got a problem with that..." Marcel walks past everyone, ready to enter the woods. "I don't give a damn."

"And I'll join you," Alex says, Marcel stops in his tracks turning around to look at her. "Do you have a problem with that, Marcel?" Alex takes a step towards him, he was about to protest. "No? Perfect, then let's go." She walks past him, bumping her shoulder against him, she looks over her shoulder at Marcel and Klaus. "Are you two coming?" Marcel and Klaus follow her into the woods while the others went another route.

"I assume you embark upon this journey out of the kindest of your heart?"Klaus asks, Alex examines some markings on a tree.

"There are kids in trouble, yours included," Marcel says.

"It's a bit late for you to suddenly care about my child, given the fact you left her fatherless for five years," Klaus says.

"Well, speaking from experience, I figured I was doing her a favour," Marcel says.

"Careful, last your insults mar an already tentative peace," Klaus says.

"All right, listen, I don't care about our peace, all right? I care about finding these missing kids, wiping out the messed up people who took them, root out the problem, make them go away, that's what you do when you're King." Marcel says.

"All I see is a petulant Prince," Klaus says.

"Always with the insult, you never do learn," Marcel says, Alex stops in her tracks as she turns around to look at them.

"On the contrary, my time in your dungeon clarified my priorities, my concerns are with my child, and as for you, I can imagine no better revenge than leaving you to the endless struggle to prove yourself my better, you're welcome, by the way," Klaus says.

"Can you two just fucking shut up," Alex says, they look at her. "There are a time and a place for kids to fight, and this isn't the time nor the place." Klaus was about to protest. "Now, if you two haven't been paying attention to these markings, it means we're almost there."

Alex, Klaus and Marcel were behind a bush watching a group of witches surrounding the children, Will was holding the talisman in his hand ready to join their coven.

"I know what I have to do, I'm not afraid," Will says.

"We should begin." The leader of the Acolyte says while stepping away from Will.

"Enough with this circus of sadists," Klaus says as he breaks a branch off.

"Agreed," Alex says, Klaus throws the branch towards the Acolyte leader, killing him instantly, the three of them rush out from the bushes while Hayley, Vincent and Elijah came from the other side, Vincent and Hayley went to the kids while everyone else fought off the witches.

"Hey, we got to get the kids, get the kids!" Vincent screams, Will raises the talisman refusing to stop the ritual. "Will? Will, come on man, it's over!"

"No, Vince, it's only just begun!" Will says, Klaus speeds up behind Will and grabs his throat. "You can't stop what's coming." Klaus snaps his neck and a circle of fire suddenly surrounded both Klaus and Marcel, knocking them unconscious as well.

"NO!" Vincent screams, Alex kills the last witch as Vincent placed his hands on an invisible barrier surrounding the fire. "Oh man, we got this all wrong, they wanted us here."

"I told you I have a feeling it wasn't just the kids," Alex says.

"Why?" Elijah asks, Alex placed her hands on the barrier, feeling the energy flowing through her.

"They want to channel your power and anchor the hallow to the living world," Vincent says, he begins inspecting the children. "Okay, they're alive, these kids are linked to that ritual, We can't free Marcel and Klaus unless we break the spell."

"How do we stop this?" Elijah asks, his eyes displayed concern for his brother.

"I don't know, it's a sacrificial ritual," Vincent says. "I can't break it unless I kill one of the kids." Elijah looks down at the kinds, considering it.

"No, no, there has to be another way," Hayley says, Vincent looks towards Alex as her hands were still resting against the barrier.

"Alex?" Vincent asks, Alex looks over her shoulder at him. "Can you break it?"

"The energy is extremely high, but if I can manipulate it, I'll be able to destroy it, saving the kids and them as well," Alex says, she turns her sight back to the barrier and closes her eyes to focus on the energy, a soft golden glow moved from her shoulders down her arms to the invisible barrier, the golden light spread over the barrier smothering the fire, as the barrier breaks the energy sends Alex flying back.

"Alex!" Elijah says as she speeds towards her, he goes down on his knees and lifts her upper body. "Alex?" Alex opens her eyes as she gasps for air.

"Did it work?" Alex whispers, Elijah looks towards the kids and saw them looking around.

"It appears so," Elijah says as he looks back at her.

"Good." Alex breathes out. "Can we go home now? I'm tired."

#The Originals Fan Fiction #Elijah Mikaelson Fan Fiction

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fmrcopbneal · 6 years ago

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Nightmares

“Shhh, Butch,” the teenage girl says as she kisses his cheek before slipped out of his bedroom window, “I will be back soon, love you little brother.” The twelve-year-old boy runs to the window watching his sister hop from the roof and run over to awaiting car. The girl looks back at the window giving a small wave and blows a kiss. Then she gets into the cherry red Chevy Chevette. He frowned a bit as he headed back to bed. Sometime waiting for her to return he must have fallen asleep. The boy is woken up by being backhanded across his face. Crying out, the older man smacked him again.

“Did she sneak out your window, Brian? Don’t you fuckin’ lie to me, boy.” The boy blinks up at the anger at the man, who on his birth certificate was his father. When the boy doesn’t response back fast enough, he is once again back handed. “Good for nothing piece of shit. He watches his father leave his room, turning around the man stopped. The man glares as he speaks,” If anything happens to her boy, I will kill you.” The man continues down the stairs to his hysterical wife.

The boy gets out of bed and quickly changes into clothes and sneaks down the stairs out the door and to his pedal bike. He rides his bike all over town looking for his sister, places she dragged him to a time or two, when she was babysitting him. Exhausted and hungry, the boy starts heading back for home praying his sister would be there. The sun was high in the sky, as he pedaled his bike towards home three cop cars with lights and sirens speed past him. He followed them when they headed towards the ballpark field where he played baseball. When he got closer, he seen the police were putting up yellow tape. He got even closer, that is when he recognized a shoe and shirt. “Janey!” He rushed forward to a cop stopping him and pushing him back towards his police cruiser. “Brian, what the fuck are you doing here, get the fuck home.” His father was there, and he was livid angry. He quickly got on his bike and pedaled home as fast as he could.

He was sitting on the couch watching his mother pace around the room when his father arrived home escorted by several police officers. His father’s eyes were red as if he had been crying. He walked over to the boy’s mother as the police told her the news Janey was dead. Raped, beaten then murder. As soon as his father seen him, he knew what was coming, it wouldn’t happen while the officers were there. His father would wait until they had left.

That night he went to bed with a black eye, possible broken rib and shit load of bruises scattering his body. He felt live death and he would have happily traded places with his sister. As he slept, he dreamed of his sister, of Janey came to him. “Brian, why didn’t you stop me, why did you tell me they were going to rape me, Brian, why did you let them murder me?” Her hands circled his throat and started squeezing until his body goes limb.

Jolting awake in bed and looking around the room, I realized it was the nightmare the same one I have every year on the day that Janey was found murdered. Falling back into the pillow, closing my eyes as silent tears roll down my cheeks at the memories. Using the back of my hand to scrub the tears away. If I would have just said something. Getting up and throw on a pair of shorts and a tank top. Followed by a pair of running shoes, I couldn’t sleep and needed to do something. A run seemed like the best thing. Passing behind V, who is balls deep into something on his four monitors that he doesn’t even see me. Making my way from the pit to the main, I head down to the Training facility. Once there, I b-line straight to the treadmill and power the sucker on the highest speed possible and start running hard. Running from the memory of Janey. But most running away from myself.

#SASBDB NIGHTMARES BDB

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nexstrik · 6 years ago

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when i see you, my voice goes (1/6)

Summary: Evelynn and Ahri had been together for as long as anyone could remember. They always thought they never needed anyone else, and then then slowly learn how wrong they were.

A/N: Takes place from inception of the band to when POP/STAR blasts the charts, and a glimpse of what comes next. Ahri/Evelynn with eventual KDA-poly.

Rating: EXPLICIT.

You can read this story in chronological order on my blog You can also read this story on AO3

She didn't often call Evelynn.

They spoke every day, of course. Through texts and emails and silly snapchats. Near constantly, during every spare minute, Ahri could look at her phone and see Evelynn's name. In between modeling gigs and meetings with her marketing team, trying to get her fragrance line off the ground, trying to stay sane. The dusky twilight hours when smog hung low over the city, or in the crisp early morning when one or both of them should have been in bed.

Long distance coupled with the burden of their profession might have killed any other relationship. Not them. Pride held them together as much as devotion. They ran together like a pair of mated wolves. Nothing and no one else was big enough to take either of them down, or replace them.

"Gumiho." Evelynn's smoky voice purred in greeting. "Not that I don't love hearing your voice, but what time is it over there?"

Every conversation these days started with that question. Fifteen years later and Evelynn was still trying to mother her. "The sun's been up for thirty minutes." Ahri looked out her hotel room window, twirling a strand of hair around one finger. "Is this a good time to talk? What time is it for you?"

"Six in the afternoon."

"Oh, so you just woke up."

"Bitch." Evelynn said it as fondly as any other pet name, completely devoid of any bite. "Did you need something or are you wasting my mobile data just to insult me?"

Biting her lip, Ahri tried to find the words. As with everything else, she had practiced for this. But with Evelynn, things never went according to plan. That's what made this so difficult. Even if she objectively knew Evelynn would drop everything for her at a moment's notice, there was no way to soften what she was about to ask.

She didn't often call Evelynn, but she knew this wasn't a conversation she wanted to have over text.

"Do you remember..." She started, then stopped. Pacing her hotel room, Ahri felt like a caged animal. Shaking her head, she tried again. "Are you working on anything right now? Wait, dumb question. Of course you are."

That's why she was in New York, currently, while Ahri stayed in Seoul. While her public-facing persona suffered a blow, her career as a lyricist was still thriving in the shadows. But Evelynn didn't go out much these days, not anymore. Not even in a strange city. Not after what happened.

"Some sweet little thing needed to consult me for her new single." Evelynn's laugh was muted, something low in her chest that never fully managed to claw its way free. "But once I'm done with her, I'm all yours."

"You're always mine," she said softly. "Don't ever forget that."

"Of course. Silly me. As an apology I'll take you somewhere really nice...Maybe I can meet up with you in Italy again?"

"That sounds good, but I need you here."

Tension coiled through her words. "I'm not sure I'd be welcome back home."

"Of course you will." Ahri rubbed her forehead, and then bullied herself back on track. "Listen. Do you remember when we were thirteen and I told you one day we'd be in a group together?"

"Mmm." Her wife agreed. "Of course, baby. That promise kept me going for a long time."

"Do you still want that?" Ahri swallowed. "Because I want to do it. I have almost everything set up, all I need is a word from you."

She swore she heard Evelynn blink.

"...Are you being serious right now?"

"Yes?"

Evelynn's silences often spoke more than words could. Over the years Ahri had learned to translate them all, so in tune with Evelynn's idiosyncrasies that she could read her thoughts from nothing but a careless inhale.

Right now Evelynn was waiting for Ahri's claws to come out. This probably felt like a trap. Ahri was offering her nothing except a fantasy, and the promise of more pain and public scrutiny.

"Take your time. I don't need an answer right away," she said, to reassure her.

"Your solo career is just starting." As always, Evelynn was most comfortable bouncing the focus away from herself. She operated best that way, just out of frame. "Wouldn't you rather work on that than try to lift a new group out of thin air?"

It was a reasonable point, and Ahri hadn't expected Evelynn to agree to this without some coaxing. Still, she couldn't help but feel a little slighted. "I want to work with you."

For years, they had been inseparable. They had the same trauma, the same wounds. Ahri had wrestled the demons off of Evelynn's back, kept her clean for almost a decade now. Meanwhile Evelynn wielded the first needles that kickstarted Ahri's transition, pierced her skin while Ahri closed her eyes and wondered if she might faint. They'd shared fame, money, scandal, women.

They shared everything, except for this. While always closely linked, their musical careers never fully overlapped.

One last bastion— one thing separate.

Ahri was asking for more than she'd ever asked from anyone else.

She was asking her wife to tear it all down.

"I want this for you, Evelynn," she said at last, when it became clear Evelynn was still mulling it over. "I know how much it's hurting you, not being able to do what you love. And no, writing songs for tween idols in America doesn't satisfy you, so don't bother trying to lie."

Ahri heard a click on the other end, imagined Evelynn's jaw snapping shut in anger, how the tendons in her neck would stand out like steel cables.

"You want to be in front of a camera again, and not covered in blood this time. You want to sing and you want to be on stage." Sitting down on the edge of her bed, Ahri stared at herself in the mirror. She looked hungry, or so she thought. She felt hungry most days, for something more than what her restricted diet forbade. "If you're with me, and maybe two or three other girls, we can be a buffer."

Evelynn just sounded darkly amused. "You think you can dazzle the media enough to make them forget? They'll turn their eyes aside and pretend it never happened?"

"I can make them do whatever the fuck I want," Ahri countered. "And they'll turn their heads any direction I tell them to."

All this for a childhood promise? Maybe, maybe. Mostly it was for her wife, because she knew exactly what she wanted and how to get there. All she needed was a little time, and support.

They'd never worked professionally together because there was always the risk that this could break them. But the risk was worth the reward. Evelynn was an uncompromising artist, and Ahri trusted her with her life. It was time to put that trust to the test.

If this worked, they could be gods.

"Okay," Evelynn said.

Ahri went still, eyebrows shooting up. Getting to her feet again, she stepped forward like she could be closer to Evelynn somehow, feeling her there in that room though they were an ocean apart. "Okay?"

Not that she was displeased, but she'd been expecting a bit more fight than this.

"You know I can't say no to you, gumiho. I'll need eight days. Be ready to record." There was a rustle on the other end of the line, the sound of Evelynn rapidly flipping through sheaves of paper. "I have to go now. If this is going to happen I need to make a lot of other phone calls. Goodbye. I love you."

The line went dead in her hand. Staring at it, Ahri could only let the quiet morning overwhelm her.

Then she started laughing.

Three days later and Ahri was finally wrapping up the photoshoot for her new scent line. There was a relaxed air to the whole thing, something that felt almost like the last day of school. Placing a palm over her stomach, Ahri tried to share in some of that good mood, but she was too anxious.

"A quick break for lunch and then we'll start again, Foxy."

Perking up, Ahri gave her most dazzling smile to Kwag Sol-mi, the art director. She was a friendly butch woman, and Ahri found herself gravitating to her implicitly. It was just nice to have a kindred spirit in the crew. In different places, on different sets, others had often similarly gravitated to Ahri. Her status as one of Korea's few openly trans idols meant certain people felt free to be vulnerable with her.

It was a good feeling.

"Did you see where my water bottle went?" she wondered. While everyone else was eating lunch, she needed to make sure she didn't bloat up too much. "I just made some peppermint tea and now I can't find it."

Just one more shoot and I'll get something to eat, she promised herself, feeling Evelynn's looming, judging, protective presence even though her wife was nowhere near.

Sol-mi made a noise of thought. "Maybe in your dressing room?"

"I could have sworn I hid it behind your chair." Pulling her big fake fox tail up to her chest, Ahri hugged it tight just in case the mass of floof was hindering her vision somehow.

Then a cold metal edge smacked against the back of her head. Anger roused, Ahri flipped her hair over her shoulder before glaring back at whoever had touched her without permission.

It was her wife, with Ahri's aluminium water bottle held loosely in one hand.

"Evelynn!" All her irritation evaporated in an instant, her poisonous scowl shifting into a wide grin. Ahri threw herself at Evelynn, wrapping arms and legs around her with a shout. "What are you doing here?"

Stumbling back one step, Evelynn dropped the water bottle to hold her in place, both hands cupping her lower thighs. "Hey."

"Is that all you have to say?!"

One hand moved up. Grabbing Ahri's tail by the base, she gripped it in her fist before running a palm over the fake fur. "This is cute."

Resting her hands on Evelynn's shoulders, Ahri squeezed her legs tighter around her waist. "You weren't supposed to see it for at least another six months, along with the rest of the world." Then she remembered the very restricted guest list. "Wait a minute, how did you get on set?"

Her wife responded by tilting her head lower, letting reflective shades slip down her nose a bit. She winked, slowly, and provided no other answer.

Suddenly aware that she had just climbed Evelynn like a tree in front of the art director and half the crew, Ahri glanced around her and frowned. Wiggling out of her wife's arms, she landed on the floor with a click of her heels. "Fine. Keep your secrets. I have a perfume ad to finish."

Evelynn had a huge leather tote bag with her. She pulled a binder out of it, all business as she flipped through laminated pages. "Are you almost wrapped up, then?"

"The crew is on their lunch break right now," Sol-mi said, watching them with a raised brow.

"Good. I wanted to go over some new lyrics with you."

Every set of eyes in the room was already on them, but at those words it intensified. Ahri swore she saw the whole lighting crew lean in, whispering already. "Not here, Eve."

"It'll take just a second," Evelynn said. "Promise."

"Eve!" Glancing around her, Ahri grabbed her wife by the wrist and dragged her off set and towards the dressing rooms. She slammed the door shut behind them, feeling ready to puff up and hiss like a cat. "You told me eight days."

Unbothered, Evelynn just stood at the doorway, fighting a losing battle against her smile. She pulled her sunglasses free, hooking them on the v-neck of her dress. "I said be ready to record in eight days." She pushed the binder into Ahri's hands, before capturing her wrists so that she couldn't retreat. "Obviously I arrived sooner to see you."

A tendril of heat spread out from where Evelynn's nails scraped, right over her pulse. One simple truth that never changed— whenever Evelynn touched her, Ahri wanted to melt into a puddle. Struggling to maintain professionalism, she ignored it to flip through the binder instead, and wrinkled her nose at what she found.

It was all junk. Lyrics Evelynn had written for other bands, some of it ripped right from fansites.

"Is this a joke?"

"I needed to give you a convenient excuse to immediately drag me somewhere private."

Ahri snapped the binder shut. "And of course I fell right into your trap."

She glared up at Evelynn only to buckle under the heat of that gaze. Evelynn's eyes were famous, a honey-brown so light they shone gold in the right angle. Those eyes netted her a heap of trouble, the whole reason she hadn't set foot on Korean soil in three years.

There'd been a long-standing feud between Evelynn and a persistent 'journalist'. He hounded her in every space she carved out for herself. Online, in person, over the mail. No one ever did anything, and no one took it seriously until he decided to escalate, and she gave him the photo of his career.

With just snapshot from his phone, he tried to ruin her. In it, Evelynn was standing over him with his camera crushed in one hand, her famous eyes wrathful and expectant and blank all at once, his blood pouring down her face. She'd headbutted him so hard she'd broken his nose, and the yellow street lights haloed her like a fallen angel.

Public opinion shattered in one of three ways. Either you felt the creep got what he deserved, you thought she was a violent psycho who deserved to burn, or you repeatedly and eagerly requested that she headbutt you next.

It was the only scandal that gave Evelynn reason to pause. To assess herself, and wonder exactly who she was, and what kind of image she wanted to present to the world. As with everything, she refused to do this in half-measure. A self-imposed exile was so agonizingly on-brand for Evelynn, and Ahri hated every second of it. Even so, she'd never tried to change Evelynn's mind until now.

"So rude," Evelynn lamented. "I fly across the globe at your command and I'm greeted with accusations instead of kisses."

"You don't want a kiss."

Her grin turned razor sharp, gold eyes widening. "...You're right."

Instinctively Ahri found herself backing up a step.

"No, no, gumiho." Evelynn slunk closer, hips swaying, hypnotizing. Every move calculated. Even when Ahri closed her eyes the temptation was there, Evelynn burned into them like the flash of camera lights. "Don't run away from me."

Everyone else does, was left unspoken. Not you.

"I'm not."

But she was, more small steps backward until the edge of her vanity table hit the small of her back.

Warmth pooled over her hip, Evelynn's hand hot through the skin-tight fabric of her dress as she pulled her fake fox tail off. Evelynn kept a hard grip, like she wanted to sink inside her, grab her bones. "Then why do I feel like I'm hunting you down?"

Ahri stood up straighter, a little tremble running down her spine. It didn't escape Evelynn's notice; she tilted her head to the side and grinned.

In heels, they were almost matched. But Evelynn still seemed to tower over her, craning down from that great distance to nuzzle her face against Ahri's neck, inhaling deep. "It must be because every time I look at you I just want to eat you up."

"You make it," Ahri said, and hated how breathless she sounded, "Very hard to stay on track when I'm supposed to be working."

"They won't miss you," Evelynn promised her, standing close enough that Ahri could feel the vibration of every word in her chest. "Not as badly as I did."

You're the one who left, she wanted to snap, but that was terribly unfair. Evelynn wanted to disappear for a while, in order to focus on where exactly her career would go next. It wasn't as though they never saw each other, it was just...

It was just no one understood her like Evelynn. Some days she felt like a doll, limbs ripped apart with the sockets and joints exposed. She was just pieces. Skin. Eyes. Hair. Lips. Tits. The space of flesh between the hem of her dress and the top of her stockings.

That's where Evelynn was stroking her right then, coaxing her thighs apart. Her palm slid up, cupping Ahri between her legs, and she couldn't bite back a whimper.

Evelynn made her whole. From scalp to toes, everything finally connected together. A woman's body, a human body. Not everything cut up and ready to be sold. Not a magazine cover or a perfume ad or a music video.

When Evelynn touched her she felt alive. It was the perfect high, fleeting and immaculate.

Two fingers pressed against her, the only two with blunt fake nails. Evelynn stroked over her lips, and the indirect pressure on her clit made her cry out. Evelynn kissed her open mouth to steal the breath right from her lungs, the untrimmed claws on her other hand hooking under Ahri's thigh to spread her legs wider.

Even as she molded Ahri together, Evelynn was pulling her apart again. She unzipped Ahri's dress only just to hike it up past her hips, the stitches popping. Her breasts spilled out of her bra, half-unclasped. Evelynn undressed her wife by piecemeal, leaving Ahri disheveled and panting.

Makeup products clattered behind her, dropping onto the floor as Evelynn draped herself over Ahri, tongue hot in her mouth.

"Touch me," Ahri pleaded in a whisper, holding Evelynn's head in both arms. She forced her down, twisting and whining at the feeling of Evelynn's mouth on her skin. She'd stopped petting her clit but Ahri could still feel an echo of the touch, torturing her until she ached. "God, please. It hurts."

That made Evelynn draw back to look at her, both hands braced on the vanity. It wasn't unusual for Evelynn to be cold as ice with her lovers. The distant persona was a part of the game as much as it was a genuine wall she put up, afraid of the vulnerability intimacy brought.

With Ahri, she melted. Those gold eyes reflected every stray thought, nothing left to hide behind anymore. She wanted Ahri desperately. She loved her. But loving someone always meant opening yourself up to be hurt.

And so there was always something terrified in Evelynn when she let loose— when she allowed herself to want— a small beaten thing that flinched at every raised voice.

"Show me where."

Dipping her fingers into Ahri's mouth, Evelynn ordered her to wet them.

Ahri nipped, teeth chastising, her tongue leaving them dripping. She savored the sensation of being filled before pulling them between her legs. Working Evelynn's fingers just under the fabric of her underwear, Ahri kept their eyes locked, lips scant inches apart. Relief hit her as crisp and clear as spring water, the shock of it making her gasp again.

"Good?" Evelynn wondered, warm and smug.

Nodding quickly, Ahri kissed her hard enough to smear her lipstick. Evelynn took care of her, teasing her entrance in lengthy strokes before focusing her clit until she squirmed. Arousal built, so fast and hard Ahri's legs started shaking. She begged without sound, without words, bucking against Evelynn's hand.

Not ready to see her break yet, Evelynn pulled free. Ahri's cry of dismay was quickly hushed by another kiss, and a growled command as Evelynn finished undressing her. Left in just heels and stockings, Ahri braced herself on the vanity as Evelynn sank down to both knees.

"Oh, you're so pretty," Evelynn whispered, thumb brushing over sandy blonde curls. She pushed Ahri's lips apart, kissing her exposed clit. Lapping at her with the flat of her tongue, Evelynn sighed in satisfaction.

It was still good, just different. Ahri had to start the climb from the beginning, though it was easier with Evelynn's mouth leaving her wet as sin. She suckled at Ahri's lips, the press of teeth not biting, but close enough to make Ahri twitch every time. She knew just how to reach the edge of pain, the perfect threshold to make it feel like it should hurt, which made the resulting pleasure all the stronger.

Shaking, she made fists with her hands to keep from grabbing Evelynn's head and grinding against her tongue until she came. She wanted to feel this for as long as she could, the perfect harmony that Evelynn's attention always gave her.

Evelynn kept her eyes closed, in focus and in rapture. Lost in bliss, she stroked her hands over Ahri's thighs, forcing her legs open wider. She only stopped to whisper filthy sweet nothings into the air, her low rasp promising so much more. Her lips and chin shone bright in the lamp light, a string of spit clinging to her when she pulled back to finally make eye contact with Ahri again.

"Don't hold back," she paused long enough to say, before planting another long, loving kiss to Ahri's swollen clit. "You know what I want to hear."

Sealing her lips around Ahri's clit, her eyes crinkled in amusement at how her wife shouted. They were both far past the point where they cared if anyone heard them, if indeed Evelynn ever cared at all.

All it took was a few firm, rough strokes. Just a twist of fingers teasing her entrance, and Ahri was gone. She shook, each cry swallowed back on a gasp. When the light cleared from behind her eyes she found she was curled up around Evelynn again, arms and legs, both hands fisted in her hair and her face bracketed by Ahri's thighs.

Evelynn patiently bore it until Ahri relaxed, bit by bit. When she was free she shook her head, grinning with a laugh that sounded almost reluctant. "You get so cute when you're trying not to scream." She wiped her lips clean, licking her fingers idly as she stood up.

Ahri wanted to respond, but she was jelly-limbed and limp, and all she wanted to do was curl up on Evelynn's lap and fall asleep.

Instead, she let Evelynn pull her up to her feet and kiss her again.

"I'm home," Evelynn murmured, stroking a palm over the back of Ahri's head.

Ahri held her closer.

Then Evelynn started circling Ahri, putting her back together again. Meticulous in her own way, she fixed Ahri's clothing and makeup and hair, brushing out the worst of the just-fucked gnarls in her blonde tresses.

"There," Evelynn said, stepping back and popping the cap back on her lipstick. She admired her handiwork with an appreciative head-to-toe sweep, the kind that left Ahri feeling distinctly underdressed. "Now you're perfect."

Ahri glanced at herself in the mirror to double check, though of course she trusted Evelynn to make her look her best. They'd spent their entire lives practicing makeup on each other. "You're a magician," she declared, giving Evelynn a light kiss on the cheek to avoid any lipstick stains.

"That's why you married me." Evelynn made no attempt to hide her smug smile. Instead she shifted to stand behind Ahri, guiding her towards the door with both hands on her shoulders. "Now get out there! You have a photoshoot to finish."

She ushered Ahri out with a pert slap on the ass, making her squeak and flinch out of range.

In the wake of all that, Ahri thought she might be lethargic. Instead she worked like a woman on fire, possessed with more energy than she knew what to do with. Evelynn joined them on set a little later, staying just on the edge of Ahri's vision at all times.

Every pose melted effortless onto the lens, the shoot wrapping up an hour earlier than anyone projected. And every time Ahri thought she might start to flag, she saw a pair of golden eyes burning into her from the sidelines, swimming with adoration that bordered on worship.

She took it, fed off it. The end results flickered across Sol-mi's laptop one by one as they went over the photos together.

"Mmm." Evelynn wrapped her long arms around Ahri's torso, chin resting on her shoulder. "These look great. They're dripping with charisma."

"Do we have to say dripping?" Sol-mi wondered out loud, mumbling as she shut the laptop. "We can't think of any other word?"

She was only a little grouchy because Evelynn had clearly broken onto the set just to fuck her wife. But at the same time, she couldn't argue with the finished product. So she instead slid a stack of paper into Evelynn's hands.

Evelynn's voice dropped ten degrees. "....What... is this?"

"An NDA," Sol-mi and Ahri said at the same time.

"A what?"

Ahri crossed her arms, jutting one hip out, her tone imperious. "If you want in on my private photoshoots, you need to follow the same rules as everyone else. So sign them, or else you will hear from my lawyers."

"Seriously? I'm your wife!"

"Well, my lawyers could fix that, too."

"Gumiho!"

Evelynn sulked the entire drive home.

"You're so mean to me," she lamented, slumping in her seat as much as she could while driving. "And I'm nothing except the most perfect and caring spouse."

"It's just smart business practice, baby." Pulling her legs up under her, Ahri undid her heels and toed them off. She sighed in relief, wiggling her feet once they were free before turning back to her wife. "Don't tell me you're still mad."

"I don't like contracts being thrust at me without warning."

Reaching over, she trailed her nail over the curve of Evelynn's ear, smiling when she twitched away. "Don't worry. You'll have plenty of time to go over the next one."

That piqued her interest. Evelynn tore her eyes from the road just for a moment, curiosity glinting gold-bright in her eyes.

"We start as soon as we get home. I have something to show you." She dropped her hand on Evelynn's lap, fingers tucking under the hem of her dress to touch warm flesh. Evelynn's hips shifted slightly, her body responding on instinct. "Right after I pay you back for that little stunt in my dressing room."

When Ahri touched her, she was already wet. A low exhale escaped her as Evelynn clutched the wheel tighter, eyes focused stalwartly ahead. The car engine hummed louder, Evelynn's tension translating to a lead foot. It seemed to surround them as if the noise came from Evelynn herself. A low rumble. Almost a purr, not quite a roar.

"Stop that," Evelynn muttered at last, between grit teeth, and Ahri withdrew. She sank back into her seat, dragging her tongue over the length of her fingers. "You're bad."

"If I don't get at you while you're distracted, you try to take over," Ahri complained, pulling her blonde hair over one shoulder so she could play with it. Idly she started working it into a braid, musing out loud. "I like being in charge sometimes, you know."

"Do I know. Sweetheart, the bedroom is the only place you aren't in charge."

Ahri's face scrunched up in a smirk, falsely sweet and childishly mean. So Evelynn reached over and flicked her nose.

"Ow!"

Past the guarded gate to their home, safe in the garage with the doors surrounding them, Evelynn clicked Ahri's seatbelt free and then bodily dragged the other woman onto her lap.

"Now, what did you want to show me?"

The two of them had never worked together professionally before, so Ahri was a little nervous at first. But it quickly fell into place alongside every other aspect of their life. They understood each other intuitively, often better than they understood themselves. Chattering about their plans took up most of their mornings. As they wrapped up their other obligations, and as Evelynn slowly reintegrated back into Korean society, they discovered something important.

They liked being coworkers.

Over breakfast, they went over more of their options. "I'm so glad we decided to do this." Ahri propped her elbows on the counter, wiggling on the bar stool. "What've you got for me today?"

Evelynn hummed in agreement. When she kissed her, she tasted like bitter black coffee. "Just listen."

Linking her phone to the wireless speakers in their kitchen, Evelynn searched through a few tracks before landing on the one she wanted. Pressing play, she savored her coffee with a pleased expression.

Ahri closed her eyes in concentration, frowning slightly. The melody was muted, but haunting. She wondered what exactly she was supposed to be listening for when the vocals started. The very first note stretched out like a violin chord, a low wail that vibrated through her entire body.

Buzzed, Ahri's eyes flew open to see Evelynn more smug than ever.

"Who is that?" she demanded, just a little breathless. She snatched up Evelynn's phone, reading that name out loud. "Kai'sa? How do we know her? How have I not heard her before now?"

"You might know her better from some of her choreography," Evelynn said. "That's where she's most comfortable. Musically she's resistant to being shackled down, so nobody's ever signed her on. She likes keeping it indie. But she's got a voice like—"

Ahri didn't let her finish. "Like an angel."

"Mmm. Usually. She can get brassy as an alto sax when she's in the mood."

Something about Evelynn's tight smile made Ahri do a double-take.

"Oh," Ahri said. "So we know her. Do you feel comfortable having a lover on the same team as your wife?"

"Ex-lover. If we excluded people I've slept with, we'd have nobody left in the business."

Ahri rolled her eyes. "Don't exaggerate."

Still, she could see why Evelynn had brought Kai'sa to her attention. The song itself wasn't to Ahri's taste; It was a little too blue and sweeping. But Kai'sa's operatic quality made her extremely attractive. Later that week they set up a meeting since Kai'sa was in town, only partly because Evelynn wanted to see her old friend.

"We need to make sure she meshes with our vibe. We're the opposite of indie, so she might not be on board."

"Just try not to fuck her unless we know contracts are off the table," Ahri said, with some amusement.

Evelynn's hand flew to her chest, gasping in shock. "I'd never fuck someone on their own contract! Give me some credit."

"That's not what I—" Ahri stopped at the sharp smile on Evelynn's face. "Hmm. Okay, you're negging me. That's fine."

Her wife moved around the counter, wrapping one arm around Ahri's waist. "Oh, sweetie. Do you not know what negging is? I don't think you know what that word means."

"I know when you're grating my nerves on purpose," she said, squeezing Evelynn's hand to let her know she was only joking.

"Well it's like my dad always used to say." Evelynn quickly swapped to English. "Treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen."

"That's gross. You're gross."

Laughter, their usual biting back-and-forth, kept them distracted from their nerves. As things turned out, they needn't have worried.

Kai'sa had black hair when Ahri first met her. She walked into her living room after a quick shopping trip, not expecting to find a stranger on the couch. The meeting officially wasn't supposed to happen for another hour, and Evelynn hadn't warned her the other woman arrived early.

Stopping in her tracks, Ahri couldn't even muster up shock, much less anger at the intrusion.

The woman appeared asleep, eyes closed and cheek resting on one arm. With her legs curled up under her, dressed in all black leather and lace, Kai'sa looked a bit like a wandering, dreamy forest spirit. Sensing another presence in the room, or maybe feeling Ahri's stare, Kai'sa slowly opened her eyes. They were a shade of blue so intense Ahri mistook them for purple contacts.

"Oh!" Kai'sa smiled, shoulders hunching in apology. "Hi! You must be Ahri. Your wife let me in, sorry if I startled you."

"It's no problem," Ahri said, quickly connecting the voice to this face. "I've been looking forward to meeting you, Kai'sa."

"Me, too!"

When Kai'sa stood up, Ahri had to fight the urge to take a step back. She was tall, almost as tall as Evelynn in heels. Watching her was like watching a dark flower unfurl, every movement somehow graceful and transformative. Just getting to her feet netted a change, liquid almost, from a spindly-legged fawn curled up on her couch to something looming and large and covered in shadows.

Oh no, Ahri thought in distress. She's hot and nice.

A devastating combination.

"You like her," Evelynn crooned later that night.

"We need her for the band," Ahri said firmly.

"Yeah," Evelynn drifted closer in their bed. "But you like her. Want me to tell you what she's into?"

Normally, Ahri would have played along. There wasn't any point in pretending that Kai'sa wasn't her type, that she wasn't... devastatingly attractive. But Ahri pressed a finger to Evelynn's lips instead, forcing her to be serious. "We can't do this, Eve."

Falling silent, Evelynn kissed Ahri's finger, waiting for her to continue. They both lay on their side, facing each other. Occasionally Evelynn's leg snuck out, toes stroking over Ahri's calf to maintain contact.

"Bands have broken up over less. Best friends have become enemies, to say nothing of how messy a romance would be." Ahri kept her voice firm. "So we won't. Not even as a joke. Okay?"

Evelynn easily agreed. "Kai'sa is off limits. Should we add that to the contract?"

It was another joke, but Ahri still wasn't in the mood for it. It almost felt like an accusation, and she curled in on herself at the mere thought. "We're better than the shitty old men who signed us on, Eve. No dating clauses in our contracts." She spat the words out.

Again Evelynn agreed, taking both of Ahri's hands. Pushing them into fists, she brought them to her lips and kissed them in apology. "Then we'll just have to trust each other."

Ahri finally smiled. "Easy."

"Two more," Ahri said.

"One more," Evelynn responded.

"Five's a good number."

Evelynn just looked at her, hair bunched up on top of her head in a messy bun. They were both covered in a light sheen of sweat, the gym sweltering.

"One more," she said again.

Ahri smiled helplessly, one hand on her hip. "...One more."

Ahri knew who she wanted, but it would take some convincing to get Evelynn to consider it. Virality did not impress Evelynn. As she succinctly pointed out, people could go viral by literally eating shit. It took something stronger to sway their diva. As Kai'sa and Ahri tried to find their fourth, they knew only a true artist would please her.

"She's so picky," Kai'sa said, lounging casually on their couch once more. But this time she rested her head on Ahri's lap, affectionate and physical as a cat. "I love it."

When Kai'sa stretched, the hem of her shirt rode up a bit. Vicious marks kissed her pale skin; Ahri traced them with her fingernail, each one angry red and familiar. Evelynn had a flogger with a custom tongue, one that could leave the perfect imprint of a heart behind when wielded by an expert hand. "I see my wife left an impression on you."

"Yeah, she's inspiring."

"Not what I meant." Eyebrow cocked, Ahri pulled up Kai'sa's shirt a little more to press her thumb against a prominent bruise.

Kai'sa flinched, half-sitting up. "Huh? Oh! Uh, no, Eve and I aren't like that!" She turned red, smoothing her shirt back down. "I had a date with a new domme last night," she explained, flustered. "Evelynn supervised to make sure I was safe." Twisting on Ahri's lap, Kai'sa pressed her palms to her cheeks, squealing. "So she let me borrow her... you know. Her stuff."

Between the three of them, Ahri wasn't sure who promised to court the most controversy. But one thing was becoming increasingly clear: if this had started as an attempt to clean up Evelynn's reputation, it was no longer on that trajectory.

"All right," Evelynn declared, arriving in the room on silent feet only to loudly announce her presence right behind the couch. Squeaking in surprise, Kai'sa almost rolled off Ahri's lap onto the floor. "I'm here. Let me see the meme girl."

Ahri tilted her head back, frowning up at Evelynn. "You didn't watch the link I sent you?"

"I want to watch it on your phone," Evelynn said. "If I start sullying my search history with trending trash it'll mess up all my algorithms."

"She's not a meme," Kai'sa insisted. "She's viral, there's a difference."

"Oh, bokkie." Evelynn's voice dripped, sucrose and condescension. It was the only scrap of Afrikaans she'd bothered learning so far, mainly because it made Kai'sa light up every time, no matter the context. Leaning over the back of the couch, she reached down to stroke her fingers through Kai'sa's hair. "It's so cute how you think I care."

Reprimanding her because she knew Kai'sa wouldn't, Ahri lightly slapped Evelynn's wrist. Evelynn grinned, shaking her hand as if that really stung.

"Behave," she said, passing her phone over.

So Evelynn watched the music video. Ahri had already broken the repeat button, knew every angle by heart. She studied Evelynn instead, trying to decipher her thoughts. Her wife stood there with a hand over her mouth, poker face intact through the whole video.

When it was over, Kai'sa and Ahri exchanged a nervous look. Ahri had been the one to find this girl, this Akali. Something about her had inspired the same instant magnetic appeal she'd felt when she heard Kai'sa for the first time.

But would Evelynn agree?

After a long moment of thoughtful silence, Evelynn tapped the repeat button.

Success!

No commentary was offered, not until Evelynn had watched the video three times. Gently ushering Kai'sa off her lap, Ahri stood at Evelynn's elbow to watch the video herself.

It still thrilled her, the wordplay and clarity razor sharp. On screen, Akali sat surrounded by computer towers, lit only by the glow of a dozen monitors. In the semidarkness, surrounded by wires, the story unfolded visually and lyrically. She wasn't just an artist, she was a scientist, or an engineer. Each verse had as much information and layer to it as a microchip. Every aspect, no matter how minuscule, was carefully crafted and bolted together into something with more horsepower than a Ferrari.

Through it all Akali herself provided the human aspect. Sinew and blood and sweat. Organic in contrast to the machine, the beauty of the human body splayed out in contrast to its inescapable and unromantic biological reality.

Kai'sa had already chattered Ahri's ear off about the symbolism of the negative space and metaphor in the dancing, though Ahri personally thought Akali could use a little more finesse.

Evelynn finally put the video on loop. "Hmm."

"It's got two million views," Ahri couldn't help but point out.

"Mhm."

Ahri was getting impatient, pressing Evelynn for something less monosyllabic. "Do you not like her?"

That forced Evelynn to admit what they already knew. "I like her."

"You think she's a bad fit for the band?"

Evelynn finally tore her eyes away from the music video, blinking slow as if waking from a lengthy daydream. It continued playing in the background; heavy beats thundered, the pulse of something clawed and hungry. As she rapped, the muscles under Akali's naked skin rippled in the surreal blue glow of the computer monitors. Tattooed scales seemed to shift and writhe like the real thing, the dragon dancing on her shoulder blades. "I think she's perfect."

Kai'sa smiled quizzically. "So what's the problem?"

"Ahri's always been a vixen. And Kai'sa, you're my little doe," Evelynn said after a moment of thought. "I'm not sure I can handle a predator in my territory."

"Evelynn," Ahri said. "What exactly do you think a fox is?"

"You're domesticated."

"Play nice," Kai'sa demanded. She climbed over the back of the couch to join them, legs swinging like a butterfly knife. Taking the phone and setting it aside, she drew Evelynn closer in a hug. "Let's call up this Akali girl and talk to her. What do you say?"

"Hmm."

She stepped a little closer, Ahri and Evelynn with Kai'sa between them.

"Sounds like a plan," Evelynn said.

A flurry of emails were exchanged, but no phone calls. Not at first. The plan was to meet her in person before anything.

If pressed, Ahri would later admit she wanted to catch her off-guard.

None of them were expecting a Japanese-styled dojo. Ahri had to check the address a few times to make sure they were in the correct location; it looked like Akali's family home was connected to the building.

Twisting forward with her hands clutched behind her back, Kai'sa gave Ahri an almost coy smirk. "Maybe they're taking new students."

"If we're lucky," Evelynn said, one arm draped over her shoulders.

Inside, they were greeted by a graying man, an uncle, Akali's guardian. After a lot of flustered confusion heralded by the arrival of three very out-of-place popstars, they managed to ascertain Akali's location.

She was the sole person on the main floor at this hour. She bounced in a set of tight shorts and a sports bra and nothing else. Nothing except the wireless headphones in her ears, pulsing a beat that they could all hear and recognize even from a few yards away. The dragon tattoo identified her immediately, and something low simmered in Ahri's belly at the confirmation that it was real ink and not just body paint for the music video.

Akali was a vision. She carried herself with the kind of swagger that only practiced physical confidence could bring, equally at home on a stripper pole or at the weights section of a public gym. Shifting in place, Ahri struggled to remember why she'd come here as every flex of Akali's well-muscled body drove her to distraction.

"Oohh," Kai'sa said. "She's so cute. Like a fun-sized candy."

Ahri glanced sidelong at her, unable to resist. "So you want to eat her up?"

At least she wasn't the only one enjoying the show. As Akali slowly worked through her routine, the three of them watched, all equally fascinated.

But one of them was displeased.

"How long is she going to ignore us?" Evelynn muttered darkly, snapping Ahri out of it. "We came all this way to see her."

Ahri set a hand on her chest, keeping her from moving forward. "She doesn't know we're here, Eve. Look at her."

It was true. She hadn't turned her back once, too focused on her routine. Akali paused only to sinuously slide from side to side, humming along to the music in her ears. Even when she stopped to grab a training weapon, she swung it through the air with her back to the entrance.

"Well, we should let her know we're waiting."

"Really?" Kai'sa covered her grin with one hand. "I kind of want to see how long she'll stay oblivious."

Evelynn wasn't in the mood for games, oddly enough.

Instead she strode across the mat, before Ahri could stop her. Ahri winced, expecting there to be an accident as Akali swung her wooden weapon from side to side. It wasn't a sword as far as Ahri could tell, instead some kind of curved staff, but it was definitely made to hurt.

The next time Akali turned to swing, Evelynn caught the practice weapon in her bare hand.

They locked eyes.

Surprised, Akali retreated a step only for Evelynn to follow her. She leaned back; Evelynn craned forward. Even without heels she towered over the other girl, staring down at her with an intensity that almost seemed angry. The movement felt like fight but looked like a dance, and for a split second Ahri wasn't sure who was leading.

Akali froze. Her grip tightened on the weapon's handle, her mouth a thin, tight line.

Slowly, Evelynn tapped the side of her own face.

Getting the message, Akali took off her headphones. Agony's Embrace poured out, one of Evelynn's most popular singles. From Akali's perspective, this might well have felt like the real world and fantasy had collided, the music video spilling into reality.

With a sharp tug, Akali pulled the weapon free of Evelynn's grasp. "Don't do that again," she said. "This isn't a toy. If this hits you, it'll hurt."

"Do you promise?" Evelynn said.

Akali's brow furrowed.

Evelynn, behave!

Standing tall, Akali tapped her open palm with the blunt edge of her weapon. "You're... Siren?" Then she looked to the side, doing a double take at the sight of Ahri. "And Foxy's here too?"

The stage names were more well-known than their real ones. Beside Ahri, Kai'sa huffed in amusement, though she was used to getting overshadowed in the circles she frequented.

"I hope we aren't interrupting anything important," Ahri said. "But we thought we'd drop by for a personal visit. You seemed open to the idea in your emails."

Akali was shorter than Ahri had anticipated. The video had made her seem giant, a pillar of confidence. "Guess I wasn't actually expecting you to be real."

"Oh, we're real," Evelynn said. "What remains to be seen is if you are."

Crossing her arms, Akali leaned back a bit to regard Evelynn. "You're real funny, at least," she said, her smirk unsure if it wanted to land on confused or amused. All in all, she was taking this very well. She remained composed despite being half-naked and caught unaware.

Ahri was pleased.

...Until later that night, when it came time to draft up the contracts. She paced, and worried her lips, and drank too much tea until Evelynn finally took her by the arm and dragged her away from her office.

Thick trees surrounded their bedroom balcony, the metal railing warm from the balmy summer night. While Ahri brooded over the edge, Evelynn uncorked a bottle of wine for them, dry and white the way Ahri preferred it.

"Let's enjoy some alone time together," Evelynn said, the words a promise.

Turning to accept it, Ahri only took a single sip before she blurted out, "I think we're in trouble, Eve."

Evelynn poured herself a glass, uncaring, as if she hadn't heard. "Your diet allows a little wine now and again, doesn't it?"

"Evelynn."

Golden eyes finally darted away from the wine to focus on her. "What?"

"Things aren't going according to my plan."

To her credit, Evelynn didn't take this as another opportunity to tease Ahri. She could sense this was something too precarious for their usual humor, and dancing on a razor blade of trust wasn't a good idea right then. "Okay. Talk to me."

"I started this for you," Ahri said, distressed. "But somehow that goal got away from me."

"Well, I never really expected things to go according to plan?" Evelynn responded, a little cautiously. "They rarely do."

A single breeze stirred, hot and damp. It offered no relief from the hot summer night, just as Evelynn's words did little to lessen her worries. Ahri stayed stubbornly quiet, not liking the truth in the statement even if she loved the reassurance that Evelynn wasn't lying. Not even to spare her feelings.

"More importantly." Then, gentle, Evelynn hooked a finger under her chin and drew her gaze back up. "What makes you think I'm not enjoying every second of this?"

"I don't know," she admitted.

"So you're nervous for no reason? That's just anxiety-brain talking, babe."

No, there was a reason. But it was messy, and not in the good way. "I don't know how I ever thought we wouldn't court controversy with this. We have two unknowns on our team and they're not exactly traditional."

"That's good," Evelynn said. "Unless you wanted to make something bland? Play around with mass appeal?"

She stood up straighter, almost in horror. "No!"

"Me, neither. So what's the problem? Why've you got cold feet all of a sudden?"

Because now it was real and not just a dream, and that meant it could break.

"I thought if I was just—" ( a good girl ) "If we were careful, maybe things wouldn't..." ( no one would want to hurt us ).

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

That was going to happen regardless. Evelynn had few friends in the media. Even if that photographer deserved what he got, even if it was worth the lawsuit and the settlement, nobody was liable to forget it anytime soon. No one with a stake in keeping them pliable would forget that Evelynn refused to bend.

Calm as ever, Evelynn weathered it all with a shrug. "A married couple forming a group together was always going to garner a lot of attention, both negative and positive."

That was the worst part. Her naive hope, masqueraded by a bluster of confidence. The worst part was she really had believed what she told Evelynn all those weeks ago. She'd promised an environment where Evelynn could make her music with little scrutiny, and here was confirmation that Evelynn hadn't believed her for a second.

"Akali hasn't even confirmed whether she wants to join us or not," Evelynn went on. "So if you really want someone who'll get the cameras off me, someone polite and demure we can point to and hide behind and pretend we're normal with, we can do that."

"I don't."

"So..."

A stress headache was forming between her eyes, pulsing harder and harder with every passing second. "I know the second we go public we'd be under scrutiny. I just wanted you to feel protected when that inevitably happened," she said. "Whatever it took to make you come back home to me."

There it was.

Taken aback, Evelynn looked off-kilter. Her whole body language shifted, uneven and wide-eyed. Closing her eyes, Ahri took the wine glass and knocked it all back with a few quick gulps.

"Always thinking about me," Evelynn murmured, pouring her another glass at her insistence.

"This spiraled out of my control. I won't let that happen again."

Thankfully, Evelynn hadn't leapt to the worst possible conclusion, as Ahri feared she would. Instead Evelynn had recovered from her shock to swing right back into fond amusement. "Well there's your mistake, gumiho. Control is just an illusion."

"I can still control this," she insisted.

Merciful tonight, Evelynn sipped her own wine without arguing that point. "All right. But what's more important? Being safe? Not taking this risk, this opportunity? Quitting while we're ahead?"

She finished her first drink while Ahri nursed her second, wondering if it was worth breaking her diet for.

Stepping forward, Evelynn tucked her free hand on the back of Ahri's neck. She pulled Ahri to her chest, comforting her. "Or... taking all this raw energy and completely changing the landscape of the game?"

"You think we can do that?"

"I knew we could the moment you asked me to come back."

She had come back the moment Ahri asked, hadn't she? All it took was one phone call. All Ahri had to do was ask and Evelynn had sprinted back to her side. What more could Evelynn do to display her trust?

Suddenly, she felt even more foolish for needing Evelynn to soothe all her fears. Though Ahri fought it, a single furious tear slipped down her cheek before she roughly wiped it away. "I just don't want you to get hurt, Eve."

Evelynn's body shook with a laugh. "You big softie."

"Yes," she said, voice muffled when she pressed her face harder against Evelynn's chest.

Then she pulled her down, demanding a kiss. Evelynn happily obliged, taking their glasses in one hand and setting them aside. She pushed Ahri against the balcony door, and she almost sank down against the glass panes. But Evelynn insisted she stay upright, her hands fumbling the zipper to her skirt.

She tasted like dry white wine, all her sweetness made complex by bitter acidity. Full and flooding, filling her mouth and trailing down her lips. A wet line painted down her throat, heat buzzing through her.

She pushed up Evelynn's shirt, unclasping her bra to toy with her breasts unhindered. Sharp metal studs twisted between her knuckles, each tug making Evelynn whimper louder, and louder.

An echoing ache pounded between her own legs, every inch of her in agony for lack of being touched.

Ahri moved them to the bed, unable to keep steady for much longer. They stripped naked, all their favorite games tossed aside in the need of the moment. Ahri wanted touch, to feel all of Evelynn pressed up against her. She could have spent the whole night just kissing her, or licking her metal piercings until they shone from the attention.

Shifting closer, her breath stuttered when she reached between Evelynn's legs to feel liquid heat pooling around her fingers. "Ooh, you're so wet already. But I think we can make you wetter."

Bowing her head against Ahri's shoulder, Evelynn nodded, a pleased note rumbling in her chest. There was only so much of that should take before needing more. Fumbling in their bedside dresser, Ahri cracked open a bottle. Then, unable to resist, she let the contents drip onto Evelynn's bare stomach without any preamble.

She nearly leapt off the bed. "Shit!"

Ahri sat back on her heels, eyes narrowing in pleasure. "Oh no. Is it cold?" she asked innocently.

Evelynn wiped a palm over her stomach, leaving a shiny swipe of lube behind. "You know it is, get that shit-eating grin off your face."

But she then dipped lower, spreading it between her lips. Evelynn relaxed against the bed again as Ahri enjoyed the view, still sitting between her knees. After a murmured request, her hand joined Evelynn's. Careful not to get in her way, she let Evelynn focus on her clit while she teased her entrance.

After a hushed request, she went deeper. The resulting moan left her warm in the face, flushed and pleased with herself. She worked two fingers inside of Evelynn, tight heat constricting around her with every flutter of pleasure.

It was hard to resist falling apart under their combined effort. Evelynn tightened around her fingers, back arching up sharply. Ahri kept her grounded with a hand on her hip, enjoying the sight of a rare, genuine smile on Evelynn's face. It only lasted as long as the orgasm did, fading away with the aftershocks to be replacing with ragged gasping.

One more, Ahri thought, not letting Evelynn relax. She shoved Evelynn's hand away, replacing it with her mouth. Evelynn shifted again, writhing eagerly from overstimulation.

"Fffffuuuck," she hissed, making Ahri giggle. "You're so mean to me."

Because she was the only one who could get away with it. Call it a perk of marriage or their long-lasting friendship; either way, it was a right she exercised as often as she could. It was a flex of power, a reaffirmation.

And as much as Evelynn protested, she loved it.

Keeping one arm braced over Evelynn's stomach, she kept her from bucking too much as she focused on making her come again. She didn't know exactly what would work but she could guess, curling her fingers and searching until she made Evelynn moan hoarsely.

She felt Evelynn's orgasm, rippling over her hands and hammering against her tongue. She let Evelynn run wild, trying to stay with her and suck away every last shred of sensation she could steal. Satisfied only when Evelynn begged her to stop, Ahri sat back again, stroking her own breasts and using her wet fingers to touch herself.

At least until Evelynn yanked her back down onto the mattress, nose against the sheets. "Hey!"

Getting up to her elbows, she glared over her shoulder only to falter at the sight that greeted her. Evelynn seemed almost feral in the dark, face flushed and pupils blown from arousal. Pulling Ahri's hips up firmly but gently, she shuffled closer and landed a slap so hard it cracked the air.

Ahri bit her lip, bowing her head again to keep from shouting. "... Ow," she said instead, slowly, grinding it out.

"You've been asking for this," Evelynn said, spanking her again. This one was lighter, a tap on her other cheek.

"I have not."

Evelynn's breath was suddenly at her ear, her piercings two harsh spots of pressure on Ahri's shoulder blades. "Then tell me to stop."

She didn't say anything, but she knew the flush spreading down her spine spoke loud enough. Satisfied, Evelynn hit her again, but never as hard as that first time. It was a slow ascent to reach that level of intensity again. Each slap of flesh accompanied a muffled whimper as Ahri buried her face into the pillows.

By the end of it she was a trembling mess, the pillow wet from a mix of tears and the fabric clenched tightly between her teeth. She huffed out through her nose, every exhale labored.

It was worse when Evelynn stopped. Because then all the blood was rushing to her irritated skin, hot and aching as metal left in sunlight.

When she dared peek over her shoulder again, Evelynn laughed.

"What?" Evelynn murmured, stroking a hand over Ahri's spine. "You look like a sad little puppy." To prove her point, she stroked Ahri's head next, tousling her hair until she whined.

"I didn't tell you to stop," Ahri said, with her forehead pressed to the pillows again.

"Hmm. No." Ahri flinched, tensing up again when Evelynn merely pressed the flat of her hands on her sore cheeks. Then two fingers spread her open, slick on her sex as they moved to frame her clit. "You didn't."

"The driver is late."

Two weeks later and the three of them were waiting outside of Ahri and Evelynn's house for their ride, each of them wearing thick black sunglasses. Evelynn was fairly smoldering, deeply incensed at the insult of needing to be driven somewhere.

"This is why I drive myself," she continued, as Kai'sa consolingly patted her arm.

Ahri felt for her, but it couldn't be helped. "This guy just likes a certain measure of control, which means he has his driver pick us up."

"And we need him because..."

"Because we need to start getting aggressive with our online advertising." Ahri checked her phone again, searching for an email from Akali that still hadn't come. She remained just out of reach, slipping through the cracks of Ahri's grasp. "We're going to start working on a few singles and by the time we're done, the stage will be set to receive us."

"A nice fluffy landing pad!" Kai'sa agreed.

"Hrmm." Evelynn crossed her arms, but didn't argue anymore, she Ahri counted it a success.

"Trust me, Evelynn," she said, typing out a quick tweet to her public account. "This is going to explode in a very big way."

far more sweetsounding than a lyre golder than gold

— from Anne Carson’s translation of Sappho’s fragments, entitled If Not, Winter

#when i see you #fanfiction #xeksplicit #KDA #LOL

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trickkombowerskru · 7 years ago

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Trick And Patrick As Half Twins

Request: @logelocktte: Maybe one with Trick and Patrick being being half lost twins?

Warnings: Slight mentions of abuse and murder

Trick’s dad had gotten Patrick’s mother pregnant on a business trip in Derry

This was around two months after he impregnated Trick’s mother

They were on a break in their relationship, but made up shortly after he got with Patrick’s mother It took a while for Trick’s mom to realize she was pregnant because the symptoms weren’t really showing much

Never really spoke to Patrick’s mom again after he found out she was pregnant

Met Patrick once when Patrick was a kid, but Patrick wasn’t told that was his father

Never speaks to Patrick’s mother again after his wife dies when Trick is eight

Trick and Patrick meet when Trick’s dad gets a job in Derry during Patrick’s senior year

Trick doesn’t pay the gang too much attention at first only really talking to Vic and Belch

Gets closer to the group after he starts selling Vic weed and grows a deep friendship with Henry

Starts realising how similar he and Patrick actually look

The news gets revealed after one day when the gang is hanging out at Trick’s place and his dad comes home

He is just shocked and asks “Patrick?”

Patrick vaguely remembers Trick’s dad and shoots him a glare and just asks “Are you my dad?”

When he says nothing it tells the boys all they need to know

It freaks Trick out

It freaks Patrick out even more because since he’s grown fond of Trick he doesn’t want to kill him

But that means that Trick is also real or at least almost as real as he is and could take his place easily since they have the same face

“Holy shit.” Vic says

Henry’s face scrunches in disgust when he realizes all that Trick had to endure that Patrick was able to avoid with their father not in Derry for all this time

Out of a bizarre act of kindness from Patrick when he catches onto what their father is doing to Trick he kills him, making it just look like he’s missing, and lets Trick stay at his place until they graduate

Once they do Trick wanting to get Henry the hell away from Butch gets a small apartment in his old town that all the gang ends up sharing

#black mirror #ryan trick trebecki #it 2017 #the bowers gang #patrick hockstetter #owen teague

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shiisiln · 6 years ago

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Twilight Re-read: Chapter 1

Suddenly those books I liked back in 2010 are popular so I might as well re-read them for the first time in like 8 years in a desperate bid for notes and attention!

what do you MEAN we don’t have them in the house anymore

do I have to check them out of the library like some sort of ANIMAL

(donate to your local library kids)

oh thank god I can just download it

"I was wearing my favorite shirt- sleeveless, white eyelet lace; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. My carry-on item was a parka."

As an Arizona native I’m pretty sure what she’s referring to is like, a light fall sweater.

Bella, sweetheart, I hope you never have to live anywhere that actually sees snow during the winter

"It was from this town and it's gloomy, omnipresent shade that my mother escaped with me when I was only a few months old."

jesus christ Charlie had to deal with his wife and only child leaving only months after she was born?!

#teamcharliedeservedbetter

"How could I leave my loving, erratic, harebrained mother to fend for herself? Of course she had Phil now, so the bills would probably get paid, there would be food in the refrigerator, gas in her car, and someone to call when she got lost, but still..."

I think when I was 12, Renee was endearing, now she’s... kind of horrifying?

I imagine her as a more well-intentioned version of Eleanor’s mom from The Good Place. No wonder Bella has some of the issues she has...

""It's good to see you, Bells," he said, smiling as he automatically caught and steadied me."

I wish more people had called her Bells? That's honestly a really cute nickname.

""I don't mind, I want you to be happy here." He was looking straight ahead when he said this. Charlier wasn't comfortable with expressing his emotions out loud. I inherited that from him. So I was looking straight ahead as I responded."

There is not enough appreciation in the world for Bella Swan, emotionally constipated disaster who takes too much after her father.

God all kinds of memories are resurfacing as I read through this. I think I tried to record an audiobook of this when I was a tween.

I also think I tried translating the first chapter into an alien cipher language I created.

...moving right along...

"There, parked on the street in front of the house that never changed was my new- well, new to me- truck. It was a faded red color with big, rounded fenders and a bulbous cab. To my intense surprise, I loved it."

OH LOOK, MY FAVORITE CHARACTER

Bella is a butch truck queer and you can pry that out of my cold dead hands.

~ "The desk now held a secondhand computer, with the phone line for the modem stapled along the floor to the nearest phone jack."

Ahh yes, all the dinosaur computer tech.

... gawd, reading a book from 2005 and feeling like it's a relic from a bygone age makes me feel SO OLD.

"Forks High School had a frightening total of only three hundred and fifty seven- now fifty eight- students"

Bitch there weren't three hundred people in my ENTIRE HOMETOWN.

(Don't get into 'my hometown was so small and pathetic' battle with me, I will win. It was a huge event when they unveiled the first stop light in the middle of town.)

"It wasn't just physically that I'd never fit in"

"Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain."

Wow, I WONDER why 12-year old closeted queer-ass me identified with characters like this so much.

IT’S A MYSTERY

~ "It was impossible, being in this house, not to realize that Charlie had never gotten over my mom."

*soft weeping*

"I donned my jacket- which had the feel of a biohazard suit- and headed out into the rain."

I like to think this overdramatic streak lasts all the way into immortality for her like

Bella: *puts on a light sweater* I'M BEING ENTOMBED

Edward: it's one extra layer, dearest

Bella: CAN'T BREATHE! THE WALLS ARE CLOSING IN!

Alice: Bella you don't NEED to breathe

"The nicest car here was a shiny Volvo, and it stood out."

*Muffled Paramore playing in the distance*

Also I know as little about cars as Stephenie Meyer, so forgive me for absolutely everything I say about them in the future.

The only thing I know is that the word Volvo always makes me giggle in a very immature way.

"When the bell rang, a nasal buzzing sound, a gangly boy with skin problems and a hair black as an oil slick leaned across the aisle to talk to me."

"One girl sat next to me in both Trig and Spanish, and she walked with me to the cafeteria for lunch. (...) I couldn't remember her name, so I smiled and nodded as she prattled about teachers and classes. I didn't try to keep up."

Oof da, I forgot how much 'Not Like Other Girls' syndrome Bella has when it comes to the other teenage characters. Like, this shit even bothered me as a dumb tween.

"It was there, sitting in the lunchroom, trying to make conversation with seven curious strangers, that I first saw them."

*BASS BOOSTED PARAMORE PLAYING FROM BEHIND A LOCKED DOOR*

"The short girl was pixielike, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction."

MY GIRL! <3 <3 <3

"It was hard to decide who was the most beautiful- maybe the perfect blond girl, or the bronze-haired boy."

Bisexual bella bisexual bella bisexual bella bi-

"I peeked up at him one more time, and regretted it. He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion. As I flinched away from him, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind."

Don't worry, he's just hangry.

"For some reason, my temper was hardwired to my tear ducts. I usually cried when I was angry, a humiliating tendency."

PAINFULLY RELATABLE.

~ "But Edward Cullen's back stiffened, and he turned slowly to glare at me- his face was absurdly handsome- with piercing, hate-filled eyes. For an instant, I felt a thrill of genuine fear, raising the hair on my arms."

*PARAMORE BLOWS OUT MY EARDRUMS AND I DIE INSTANTLY*

ok there we go, chapter one! An interesting trip through time into the psyche of an 11 year old girl who thought reading about vampires would make people like her (spoiler, it didn't work.

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UNTIL NOW)

#twilight saga #twilight renaissance #why am i doing this to myself #twilight

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maggyme13 · 7 years ago

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Teaming up

AN: This is my entry for @buckysforeverprincess 500 Followers writing challenge.

somehow I could find a better title... sorry for that ;)

What happens when a female soldier has to go on a mission with two of the Avengers?

Prompt: “I thought you´d be bigger!”

Warnings: Cursing / strong language , blood (nothing too major), fightsene

Wordcount: around 1900

“Oi (y/n) did you hear the good news?” Stich asked his female comrade.

“What ya mean Stich?”, she asked their team medic way.

“Some of the Avengers are on base and have an operation. At least that is what I heard.” He beamed in excitement.

“Then better get your trading cards ready.” The young soldier mocked her friend.

“Why don´t you like them? They are famous and saved the world more than once.”

“They are just some private/ military mercenaries with some abilities. They choose the jobs they want and we get the ones they don´t want.” She sighted.

“Damn, what got your knickers in a twist today?” The tall black SEAL asked.

“It´s THE time of the month again.” Leon, their teams explosive expert piped in from the other side of their tent, ducking away from a magazine aimed at his head.

“It´s not!”

“True, Reaper would have shot you then.” The medic laughed and Leon stick out his tongue as an answer.

“I would shoot all of you, if you don´t shut up.” She said, “Fun aside, the General put me on Assheads team for the next mission. They must check some caves and need a dog handler. Unfortunately, most are not cleared for that and Cass is home with his pregnant wife; that only left me. To be honest, I prefer a bare knuckle fight with the winter soldier right now. Not Sergeant Barnes, but the fully brainwashed Hydra one.” (y/n) groaned and let herself fall backwards onto her cot.

“We feel you. What do you think: Burgers, beer and stakes when you come back?”

“Yes, please. If I don´t shoot them before that and make it look like some attack.”

“We will neither miss them, not rat on you. No one would know it was you.” Stich.

“Yeah, only that Erick “Killmonger” dude had a bigger killcount and better results in as you. Thats why everybody calls you Reaper. Still can´t believe you denied the offer by the CIA.” Leon mused.

“I don´t like the Agencies, neither FBI, CIA or DEA. They all have their heads so far up their asses that they can´t see the obvious.” The young woman explained.

“You know, most of our missions come from them?”

“Enough of that. Who wants to join me for a spar? I really want to punch something.”

Soon, the whole SEAL Special Operations Team Gamma * was on their way to the training area.

“Who are you taking with you, Butcher or Cleaver?” The teams leader Chase asked her, throwing a punch at her.

“Butch. Cleav would eat Team Idiot alive.” She answered, deflecting the blow and attacked with a kick. “Then why don´t you take him?” He asked, jumping away from her kick.

“ The General told me to stand down and behave like a real SEAL would do. He gives a shit, that the whole team would leave me behind. And as a good SEAL, I will bite my tongue and work with Asshead and his team.” (y/n) stated, jumping her opponent’s shoulders and using the momentum to bring the man to the ground.

“I yield.” He mumbled, accepting her helping hand a second later.

“Look who we have here. The worst SEAL SO Team ever!” A male voice sneered from the other end of the training grounds.

Fuck me, why is he here?

“Stop looking in the mirror, princess. Some people are using life ammo here.” Leon snapped back.

“What do you want?” (y/n) asked, annoyance more than evident in her voice.

“The General just told us, you would join us on our next mission. Just wanted to tell you, we don´t like that and you better be ready at 1800 hours.”

“I know. Anything else?” She didn´t even bother to face him and had to suppress to throw a punch when she felt a hand clap down on her shoulder.

“Watch it.” Stich growled, and the whole team Gamma stepped closer to their comrade.

“You watch it. Everybody knows you´re just the last choice, we are the first. That’s why the little wanna be soldier is in your team.”

“The little wanna be soldier has one of the highest kill counts and best results in any training she ever did.” Leon countered and the young woman´s heard warmed over her comrades support.

“1800 and don´t forget your cur.” Asshead said and he left, his team following suit.

“He´s still angry you bested him in everything during mandatory.”

“Maybe if he gets the tree trunk out of his ass, he would be better.”

Close to 1800 hours:

“Come on Butch, time to safe Assheads miserable life.” (y/n) mumbled into the fur of her Rottweiler- Tibetan- mastiff- mix. She had trained him as a protection and explosives detection K9.

Taking his usual position on her right side, woman and dog made their way towards the meeting point.

What are they doing here? I really don´t have the nerve to deal with someone high on celebrity status.

Standing with Team Idiot, were Sergeant Barnes and Sam Wilson aka Falcon from the Avengers.

“Finally.” Asshead glared, only to take a step back when Butch let out a deep growl and bared his teeth.

“You´re Reaper?” Barnes asked with a raised eyebrow.

“And that´s Butcher. Problem with that?”

“No, just thought you were male.”

“And I thought you´d be bigger.”, she snapped, tired that people think her a lower or worse soldier just because she was missing a dick between her legs.

“What?” He asked confused.

“I think she just called you small. Funny, usually the woman see you naked first.” Falcon laughed, clapping his hands.

“If you have a problem with me, like those idiots, because I don´t have a dick between my legs: suck it up. Now, I want to be here as much as I want to get eaten alive by maggots. Why don´t we hurry up and leave. The sooner we are gone, the sooner we are finished and back here.”

“First time I agree with you.” Asshead mumbled. “Call the press. A miracle just happened.” She groaned.

“ The General must be crazy to send you with us. Your menstrual ego will get us killed!”

If the two Avengers hadn´t realized it by now, they figured out then, that the female and Team Alpha didn´t get along at all.

“Trust me you would know if I was on my period. My clothes would be covered by your blood after I cut of your dick and shove it so far up your ass that you could blow yourself! If I get is past the tree trunk that is already sticking there.”

Her little outburst did nothing to calm down the hysterical laughter of Falcon, it only had made it even worse.

“But because that is unfortunately not the case. Where are we going and what are Mr and Mr Celebrity doing here?”

“The cave system you are about to check, might contain an old Hydra outpost. We are here to join and help you.” Falcon explained, not even faced with the nicknames she had given them.

“Alright, but stay out of Butchers way, don´t want to be held responsible if you can´t sit for a few days. That doesn´t count for you, fell free to get your ass eaten by a fifty kilo K9.” (Y/n) smiled innocently at Team Alpha.

Securing her weapons and checking her dogs harness and kevlar armour she got ready to depart, all the while team alpha was still shit chatting.

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Three hours later, they arrived at their destination and the group of eight and one dog, climbed out of their rides; (y/n) and Butcher would go first to find an explosives free path, followed by the Avengers and Team Alpha at the rear.

Turning on her night vision, she followed her dog into the dark of the cave.

I hate night vision. I don´t have the ability to see, only to turn the world into all different shades of puke. But still better than running into a wall.

With every step she took, she felt eyes burn into the back of her head, but she ignored it.

Turning around a corner, she saw the change in Butchers stance and motioned for the others to stop.

Something is wrong.

But before she could warn them, she was tackled to the ground by a wall of muscles. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the others were attacked as well.

They weren´t alone anymore.

FUCK!

A strong arm closed around her throat, slowly cutting of her air supply, and Butcher was currently fighting his own foe, so she had to free herself.

Digging her nails into the assailant’s arm, she stabilized her body before giving a solid kick into the mans crown jewels, resulting in his grip to falter.

Being able again to breath, (y/n) grabbed her knife and embedded it into the mans skull, killing him instantly.

Canalizing all the anger and hate she had felt during that day, she made her way through the enemies, killing seven out of thirty attackers. She beheaded them, slit their throats or stabbed their eye sockets, it was just one huge mess and she was covered in blood afterwards.

“Damn, you really are a Reaper. Took out as much as team Alpha did together. Remind me to never get on your bad side.” Falcon whistled, taking in her appearance and the bodies on the floor.

“Will do, but can we continue? I don´t like the feeling of dried blood on my skin.”

It turned out that the attackers had the only ones left in the cave system and had some chemicals to hide from the K9´s nose.

Five hours later they entered the Base again and (y/n) saw her teammates already waiting for her.

Closing her door, she walked into a wall of muscles and metal.

“A moment?” The deep voice of Sergeant Buchanan Barns asked her, and she had a feeling she would be into deep shit then and there.

“I have to apologise for my behaviour earlier. It was unprofessional and I should have taken personal likings or disliking in that case out of a missions.” (y/n) started.

“No. It is me who needs to apologise. It was never my intention to make you uncomfortable. It was not my intention to let you think I believe you are less of a soldier because you miss a certain bodypart.” The Sergeant sounded sincere and she nodded at him, accepting his apology.

“Not to mention Natasha would probably kill him should she hear about this!” Sam Wilson piped up from the other side of the car.

“Shut up Wilson!” Barnes shouted back with a smile.

“And you are big. Not sure if I would be able to stand a chance against you. What ya think, my Team wanted to get burgers, stakes and beer, wanna join?” She invited the two Avengers.

“So, Truce?” The man with the metal arm asked with a grin.

“Truce.” She confirmed holding out her hand for him to shake.

“What was that with beer and stakes I just heard?” Falcon smiled.

“Come on. I know a certain someone that will be exited to meet you, like a child on Christmas eve.”

Maybe they are not just some mercenaries…

Part 2

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abbytheslothwitch · 6 years ago

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Text 2 (Had more from this but it cut out) (Did this from my phone)

9 United Chronicles.

Book 1: Unfortunate event.

Chapter 1: Assumptions.

(Warning! This story contains aggressive behavior, violence, strong language, and lots of crazy stuff.)

Life will find a way.

Life will go on.

Darkness loomed over the barren wasteland. There was nothing, nothing but a bunch of dead bodies, broken machines, and buildings that lay in ruins, the only signs of life were just mechanical monsters and rats that survived the toxic gases that killed and destroyed everything.

Except for one place.

Far beyond the wasteland and all of its nightmares was a garden like world, so beautiful and alive. This world of life was protected by a barrier put active by the elements that made up our world: Water, Fire, Earth, Winds, Ice & Snow, Plant life, Electricity, Holy Light, and Unholy Darkness.

But near the wasteland but farther in the garden lands was a large river, separating the two land. The only way to get to Wasteland or the world of living creatures and plants was by a large oak wood bridge, strong enough to support a fully grown elephant. In this protected area lays a meadow of tall grass and lots of flowers, a Forest stretching as far as the eye can see, with all kinds of plants and animals, and next to the forest was a set of farms for domesticated animals, a temple near the forest and the meadow, and a village where surviving humans colonized, most of which were rebels that came out of the underground colony. But in the Temple lived a different kind of colony.

These colonists were known by the humans as "Homunculie", or most commonly known as "Stitchpunks".

In the Temple there is a library, where these Stitchpunks lived and all of them were lead by two leaders. 9, a determined male burlap Stitchpunk who wanted nothing more than to keep his people safe and help them all become strong. Along side 9 was his mate / wife, 7. 7 was white canvas, strong, graceful, and had a kind heart who wanted only to help the broken, the weak, the young, the old, and the disabled. Together, she and 9 kept everyone in their home safe, sound, and strong with the they created with each other, but their existence could not have been possible if it wasn't for their creator. Together, 9's clan and another clan of Stitchpunks, lead by a hot tempered female, humanity can be at peace, knowing their hope for the future.

But unknown to the human, not everything was perfect in the Stitchpunk’s blessed home. For 9 had made the mistake of taking in an old foe of man, and soon....... To ALL the Stitchpunks in their peaceful safe haven.

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*Temple library, mid day*

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A large wooden table, in the center of the library that were accompanied by two bookshelves that held many unread books and historical documents, held the living area of the clan’s home, accompanied by a tailor's sewing box and lager dollhouse at both ends of the table. Near one of two bookshelves was a tin lunchbox which acted like a desk was the Savior of the Stitchpunks, 9 and his good friend 5 were talking about what the watch tower was going to look like and where they were going to place it. Literally one minute into the conversation, 5’s mate 10 came barging in, angry as usual. “ARGH!!” 10 yelled in rage “I hate that d - GRAH!! I can handle being called that a witch, but he..... Grrrr..... He crossed the line!!”. The female Stitchpunk was not pleased with one of the member’s actions that day. After she got on the table, 10 threw her Katanas on the ground and plopped down on a book. She was, clearly not happy

10, according to her clan, was not the kind of female you would want to anger. She was the kind of girl who would most likely try and kill someone and everyone knew it, this female took things very serious when it came to her family. 10 did not look like most normal female Stitchpunks, the fabric which she was made from was white, she had the figure of a female human, such as Hips, Full lips, ect. Her hair was a pinkish red which was draped over her head and reached down to her lower back, and had Slate colored Optics for eyes. Unlike almost all of the Stitchpunks, 10 wore clothes, she always wore a black jumpsuit that had no sleeves, a purple kimono like jacket which reached down to her knees as well with a two pink cherry blossoms on the both sleeves, and the legs of the suit reached down to her knees and wore black leggings. She always wore a silver belt and her hands and feet were made from dark oak wood and yellow copper heels and fingers, she was something else.

Aside from her appearance, 10 really was deadly. The swords she made weren't the only thing that could kill someone, it was her soul that, mixed with the alchemical symbol, she could make fire with just her hand and mind. She was known as "the Phoenix queen", and when she deemed anyone an enemy, she'd burn you, burn you until you were nothing but ashes.

5 felt his mate’s anger from where he was standing, he wanted to ask why she was mad but knowing her, it was best to leave her alone and let her cool off first. Both he and 9 knew that if they’d get close enough, they were bound to get burned by the firy female, so they decided to keep their distance from her.

9 was the first one to notice the female warrior’s frustration as soon as she walked on the table, he thought if he called her over and discuss the plans for the watch tower a bit, she’d calm down. “Hey 10,” said 9 “How was your day?” as 5 quivered behind him, the warrior glared at the males and walked over to them, only to slap 9 cross his face.

”I told you! I told you! I told you NOT to let him in, but you listen? NO! You did the opposite of what I said, and NOW--!

“Hey! Hey! Take it easy! What are you talking about exactly?” 9 demanded “It's that crazy old man I warned you about! That bastard has been nothing but bigger pain than 1 has since he came here! He yelled at my students while I was giving a lesson today!” 10 said to 9, “ Are you talking about Claude?” 9 had asked.

"WHO ELSE WOULD I BE TALKING ABOUT, IDIOT?!”

"Okay, calm down for one!" said 5, trying to calm his mate down. “Tell us about what happen with Claude.” 10 sighed then she spoke, “You really wanna know?! Fine! Here’s what went down.”

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*1 hour ago, in the quart yard*

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In the left side if the Temple was a round brick wall leading from a side door. 10 and her older brother, Butch, were teaching was just beginning. The day’s lesson was on how to be Strong and Gentle while fighting the enemy: keeping balance in battle. The Students, who were 3, 11, 17, Tomiko, and to partake in the fun, 13, sat on a large rock in order to keep themselves distant from the demonstration of today’s lesson.

Much like 10, 13 was made differently from the other Stitchpunks in the clan. She was made a light sand colored purse, had short light orange hair, and wore a long light pink dress with a black vest with two silver buttons on it. She also had silver optics and her fingers and feet were made out of red copper. But unlike most of the young Stitchpunks, 13 would not fight, even if she wanted to she couldn’t; she just preferred to dance, she did ballet most of the time, and everyone loved watching her preform. Although she could not fight due to the fact she was a pacifist, 13 enjoyed watching 10’s class and learned a lot from the firey red head, the leader she'd known for a long time.

They were in the middle of the lesson when Butch ,on accident, threw his weapon at the rock which the Kids were sitting on. The sword didn’t hit anyone (thank goodness), but before a word could be spoken, the sitting rock broke and fell apart into pieces, which made the kids fall, all hitting the ground very hard.

“Oh Dear God!!!” 10 shouted as she and Butch ran to the children's aid, “Are you all okay?!” “Yeah!” said 17, the light brown burlap Stitchpunk who helping his friends up to their feet, “Just a few bruises, but we’re okay, at least I think so.”. “I’m so sorry kids! That’s never happened before!” Butch said out as he picked up 11 who proceed with kicking his leg. Everyone clearly got upset with Butch, though it was an accident.

“Well Butch, you’ve finally done it…. You pushed me pass my limit! 17! Make sure no one is hurt! I need to a WORD with my older brother here. The rest of you, take the rest of today off.” the red haired teacher announced to everyone.

“Ahem!”

Everyone stopped in their tracks, allof the, except for 10, turned their head to see who spoke up. It was someone that everyone in the temple had troubles getting along with, Claude, a gray old male Stitchpunk with ebony arms and right leg, bronze clips holding him together, a brown belt, wore a raven hood, and had a crimson red jewl imbedded in his head. He had walked in the quart yard when 10 called off the lesson without anyone noticing, and he was obviously not in a good mood.

Everyone had stopped at the sound of Claude’s presence, not from the very they met him. Not wanting to make her students anymore uncomfortable than they already were, 10 turned to face the elder to speak, “Hello Claude! What do you want? You looking for a book or something? Cause if you are, you're in the wrong place, so if you will please leave me and my students alone, that would be swell.” “No. I’m here to make sure you and these....... "underlings" were doing your jobs like you were supposed to be doing, which it seems like none of you are doing anything. You don't want me to report you, do you,.... "10"?!” Claude yelled.

“Alright, look here ‘Macbeth’!” 10 said a loud “WE were doing a lesson when my IDIOT of a brother threw his sword at the kids! I called off the lesson because of it! And FYI, it’s not your job to boss people around like you used to do, now bug off!”

"Madame, that is no way to speak to your superiors."

"You Ain't my superior! You don't this place! You don't do sh** around here! You and 1 just going around boss people like you run the show or something lime that, but you don't! And another thing....!"

Since he was taller than her, Claude looked passed 10, turning attention to what was going on behind the tempered, where he noticed something, something he didn’t favor.

“What’s that creature doing here?”; that question threw 10 off. “I beg your pardon?” “13, what is she doing here?”

She turned to 13, who clearly trying to hide behind 17 who had spoken up, “She was just watching the demonstration is all.” " And that is all? Has nothing like this happened before?” Claude said as he pointed at the now broken sitting rock.

“Yeah.” said Butch "But a lot of strange things happens when anyone's around.”

“Was she around during thoughs events?”

“Yes, she was.”

"Were your sister’s students and 13 present when anything horrible happened? Like the humans losing their crops, half of their live stock, and when Leonard and 8 were injured?”

Butch had to think for a moment before he gave answer to the old Stitchpunk. “Yeah, they were all there too, especially 13; why? Does it bother you so much that bad things happen?”

“Dreadfully, but you’ve just helped me with my point, so thank you for that, Hutch!”

“MY NAME’S NOT HUTCH, YOU CRAZY OLD COOT!!”

“What are you talking about Claude? What was your point in involving us with the crops, live stock, and what happened with 8 & Lenny? What does all of that gotta do with 13?” asked 11 just as confused as everyone else.

“Well 11,” Claude started “I’ve been observing most of those accidents for a while now, and I have noticed at the times of the events there was one Stitchpunk present during all of them!”

He continued. “I've come to the conclusion that someone has caused this unfortunate event and is still causing catastrophes as it was seen here today.” he said as he glared at the children. No one dared to speak a word. “Okay, I’ll be most clear; 13. She was there when the humans lost there crop, living supplies, and she was there when your younger brother and 8 were attacked! Is anyone taking any hints?!" Once again, no body said a word, this made the elder angry.

“YOU IDIOTS!!! 13’S THE ONE WHO’S BEEN ATTRACTING ALL OF THE MISFORTUNE AROUND OUR HOME!!!”

"Wait, what?!”

“Hold on a second! 13?! Causing misfortune?!”

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megaphonemonday · 8 years ago

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#keepherinthegame drabble - we are an ocean

In honor of @pitchstreetteam‘s March #KeepHerIntheGame campaign and this post, here’s a little Pitch oneshot for the prompt Author’s Choice.

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“C’mon, rookie,” came Mike’s voice through the flimsy curtain that was the only barrier between Ginny’s privacy and 24 men in various states of undress. She didn’t need to check the gap between the fabric, knew she’d pulled it closed, but did anyway at the interruption. Not that she thought Lawson would actually try to peek. It was just reflex. “We’re going out.”

“Out?”

Ginny stood from the little stool that had been afforded her in the Marlins guest clubhouse and twitched the curtains aside. There, standing with his back to her nook, was Mike Lawson, dressed in his ever-present leather jacket, though it had to be pushing 90 outside.

At the rustle of fabric, he turned, casting a cursory glance over her.

“Hey, I’ll have you know that Mr. Padre introduced me to this place himself, and now I take all the rookies there on their first road trip to Miami.”

“All the rookies?”

Mike frowned, chomping on his gum. “Well, it’s supposed to be if boy wonder ever gets out of the showers,” he griped.

Ginny grinned. He squinted back, but she was sure there was a smile hiding under that beard.

“If you’re looking for someone to get him out of there, you’re asking the wrong teammate.” Mike rolled his eyes, but Ginny continued, “You try flushing the toilets? That always worked on my brother.”

That earned a laugh, Mike’s eyes crinkling shut. “You must’ve been a nightmare to live with, Baker.”

“I was a perfect delight,” she countered, grabbing her backpack and stepping out of her curtained niche.

“Sure you were,” Mike allowed, bumping her shoulder companionably.

Ginny was about to protest when Livan appeared, swathed in a towel and steam. He caught her looking and sent her a wink, smirking as she rolled her eyes, but didn’t look away. What? Evelyn would kill her if she found out Ginny’d missed a prime ogling target.

At her side, Mike just grumbled and picked up the pace, an arm steering her forward when she tried to linger.

“Move it, Livan,” he tossed over his shoulder. “We’re leaving in ten with or without you.”

Livan appeared with a minute to spare, smirking at the glower on his captain’s face.

“We going or not, Lawson?” he asked, breezing straight on by.

Thankfully, it wouldn’t be just Mike and the rookies. Apparently, plenty of other Padres remembered their first visit to Miami fondly enough to tag along.

Which was definitely a good thing. If it had just been her, Mike, and Livan, Ginny couldn’t begin to imagine what an awkward night it would be. She had very little interest in coming in between their weird, alpha male pissing contest. Especially since they both sulked every time she told them to grow up.

The buffer would be good.

Ginny nudged Blip as everyone piled into the cars waiting to whisk them off to Miami team bonding time. Ginny knew she’d get stuck in the middle somewhere and was glad she’d opted for shorts to deal with the Florida heat. Bad enough that she had to put up with the body heat of two bulky ballplayers, Ginny didn’t want to think about having to deal with the sweaty cling of her usual work out leggings.

“Do I need to be worried about what’s gonna happen?” She asked, wrinkling her nose as her thighs stuck to the leather seats.

The center fielder grinned, and opened his mouth to reply, but Mike cut in from her other side.

“No hints, Sanders! It’s gotta be a surprise.”

Was this some sort of delayed hazing ritual? Had Livan annoyed the rest of the team that now she was going to get caught in the crossfire in the name of rookie initiation? Possibilities started swirling through Ginny’s head. They built and built, blowing way out of proportion to the information she had. Not that Ginny’s brain seemed to care. Not when it had the opportunity to send her spiralling.

“You’re not filling me with confidence, here, Lawson,” she replied, trying to keep her tone light.

Mike must have heard the subtext, though, because he leaned slightly into her. His bulky, leather-covered arm shouldn’t have been comforting, but Ginny found the contact reassuring. She took a deep breath and tried to let go of the tangle of thoughts that’d invaded her brain.

By the time they pulled up to their destination, Ginny’d mostly gotten a handle on herself. She still felt a little jittery and the nondescript brick building without even a sign signaling its purpose was not helping matters.

Still, she could hear the whooping and laughter of her teammates as they piled out of the cars ahead and behind hers. Butch had his arm wrapped around Livan’s shoulders, herding the younger man inside with a friendly grin. No one was trading mischievous looks, or seemed like they were planning anything too ridiculous. Maybe this was just a team tradition.

Ginny clambered out of the backseat and allowed Blip and Mike to herd her inside.

Once her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, Ginny blinked, sure she was seeing things.

It was just a bar. A bar with a setup for a live band and a dance floor, but still just a bar.

Sending her captain an incredulous look, “This is it?”

“It?” he protested. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, rookie. Every great Padre since Tony Gwynn himself has eaten here their first night in Miami.”

“Well, what was with all the secrecy for, old man?” she demanded, trying to ignore the way her face was heating even with the bar’s air conditioning on full blast.

Mike shrugged, heading to an empty table, forcing Ginny and Blip to trail along behind.

Blip answered when it became clear Mike wouldn’t. “It’s just tradition,” he explained, settling in next to Lawson. “Let the rookies work themselves into a knot as they worry we’re gonna do something like make ‘em skinny dip and steal their clothes.”

“I would’ve murdered you,” Ginny replied, automatic, sinking into her own seat. “Wait is that what you thought was gonna happen?”

He immediately busied himself flagging down a server. On the other side of the table, Mike grinned and leaned in conspiratorially. Ginny couldn’t help but lean in, too.

“He made me promise that whatever happened, no one could tell Evelyn.”

“Tell Evelyn what?” she laughed, nose wrinkling.

“That he’s terrified of the ocean.”

“Are you serious?”

“There are sharks in the ocean, Ginny! And lord knows what else! People are out of their goddamn minds if they think it’s acceptable to swim in the ocean.”

“You live like two miles from the beach.”

Blip shifted grumpily. “The wife wants what she wants.”

Salvamini, who’d been walking by with a tray of beers laughed and made a whiplash sound out of the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah, Gio?” Blip shot back, a mock glare taking over his face. “Who was it who was just complaining about making three separate midnight grocery runs to keep up with his pregnant wife’s cravings?”

“He’s got you there, dude,” Dusty crowed, clapping Salvi on the back and nearly upsetting the tray of drinks.

After that, it seemed like everyone had something to say, and soon, Ginny relaxed into the friendly bickering of her teammates.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to just go with the flow, stop worrying so much.

Which was how Ginny found herself standing in the rolling waves of the ocean, her grown teammates shrieking and splashing each other in the surf.

During a lull in the evening, after the band played and everyone danced and Livan nearly cried at the familiar ropa vieja, they’d all started talking. Shooting the shit. For some reason or other, Ginny’d let slip that she hadn’t had a chance to visit the beach back in San Diego, hadn’t ever been to the beach, actually.

A hush fell over the normally rowdy Padres. Mike and Blip shared a wordless look that somehow contained an entire conversation, simultaneously pushed their chairs back, and stood, throwing money down on the table.

Ginny just stared up at them, and then the rest of the guys who were following suit. “Uh, you guys got somewhere to be?”

“Catch up, Baker,” Mike drawled, a grin lighting up his face. “We’re taking your ass to the beach.”

And they did.

Ginny’s sneakers and phone were abandoned somewhere near the parking lot and she was covered in goosebumps, but she didn’t want to move. She just tipped her head back and breathed in the salt spray as the ocean rolled against her legs.

Mike had just waded off dunk Livan, but only after he’d picked her up and spun her around, threatening to toss her in. She couldn’t protest, just clung to his neck and shrieked with laughter and dizziness. He finally set her back on her feet, though, and went off in search of another victim.

Ginny could still feel the warmth of his hand where he’d cupped her elbow to make sure she was steady before he left. Somehow, she knew it would take more than a few deep breaths to find her bearings again.

A voice cut through her giddy daze.

“You’re all gonna get eaten by sharks!” Blip called from beyond the safety of the high tide mark. “And I’m gonna let everyone know that I told y’all!”

Ginny turned, laughing, and slogged her way up to where he sat in the cool sand. She was still chuckling when she plopped down beside him. It felt good, laughing at her teammates being silly and not because it was the only thing that would keep her sane.

Laying back against the sand and knowing it would be hell to get out of her hair, she squinted up at the sky. There weren’t any stars. At least not that she could see. The lights of Miami drowned them out.

“I’m glad I came out tonight,” she announced into the night.

Blip replied with a snort, “Like Lawson would’ve let you weasel your way out of this.”

She hummed her acknowledgement, but chewed on her lip in thought. Blip waited patiently, the hollering of their teammates mere background noise.

“Just, sometimes when I come out with you guys, I feel like I’m tagging along. Like I’m someone’s little sister that you all put up with because it’s easier than telling me to go away. And then sometimes, it’s like I’m eating up all the attention just because of who I am.” She paused, considering the light, floaty feeling buoying through her chest. “But I didn’t feel like that tonight, so I’m glad I came.”

With a heavy sigh, Blip stretched out beside her, a warm presence on the cooling beach. “I know this doesn’t really help anything, but you gotta stop worrying so much, Ginny,” he told her, knocking his knee against hers companionably. “You’re one of us, now. A Padre.”

She knew that. She did. After the way the guys stepped up for her in San Francisco, literally baring all, it had been hard to deny. Still, while she knew some of them did it for her, for the team, Ginny’d resigned herself to the fact that at least a few of them had done it just for the chance to be in the Body Issue.

She’d learned not to let that kind of shit bother her.

But tonight was different. There weren’t any snarky comments, not even when Ginny clearly exhibited her two left feet when Livan pulled her into a complex salsa on the dance floor. Sure, they teased and joked, but it didn’t have the same current of hostility that she’d gotten so used to in the minors.

“Yeah,” she replied, wriggling her toes in the sand and smiling at her friend. “I guess I am.”

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