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mrs-han · 4 years ago

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My second piece for @mysme-rbb !

This is a collab piece with https://mobile.twitter.com/sofia_gaglione or golden-heart! Here’s her Twitter!

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"Jaehee? Are you with me?"

You couldn't ignore the faraway look in your partner's eyes. Jaehee stared off into the distance, the light in her eyes gone and replaced with a dull glow. Her hands lay deathly still on her coffee mug, and her breathing was stiff - as if she was afraid of breathing too hard or too much.

"Jaehee," you said calmly, reaching over to rub your thumbs over her knuckles. "Jaehee, talk to me..."

"What day is it," she asked raspily, licking her dry lips.

"It's Saturday."

"... I need to head over to the office," Jaehee spoke as she stood, the heel of one of her shoes popping out of her foot.

"What? What do you mean? It's Saturday," you frowned, grabbing her before she could stumble any further. "And you just left the office earlier this morning! What could Jumin possibly want with you now?"

"He needs me to finalize some documents and create new ones," Jaehee sighed, her life oozing from her body. "At this rate, I'm beginning to forget what we're working on or what we're doing."

"Jumin is running you into the ground," you exclaimed, your face contorting. "He acts like the company isn't making any money right now. Seriously, what is his motive?"

"He wants to stay as productive as possible," Jaehee spoke gently, running her hands over her face. "I think he's trying to distract himself from his father's latest affair."

You scoffed. "Pff, whatever is going wrong with him and his father isn't any of your business."

"I know," Jaehee grinned, placing her and on your wrist. "I know you mean well, too. Give it until the end of this week. Mr. Han will have calmed down."

"Jaehee, forgive me for saying so, but I don't think you can last a week."

Just as she was about to form a rebuttal, her phone rang loudly on the table. You peeked and frowned deeply - Jumin Han himself.

"Let me answer it."

"No," Jaehee mouthed, pulling her phone from you. "Yes, Mr. Han? Yes, I'm aware of our meeting. Well, I... I'm on my way to you right now. Yes. Yes. Elizabeth the Third... yes, I did feed her the right amount of food the other day. Well, you know how active she is; that could have contributed to the scale's miscalculation."

Are you kidding me? You mouthed.

I'm sorry, Jaehee mouthed back to you, gathering her keys and folders into her hands, blowing a kiss in your direction. "Yes, Mr. Han. I'm on my way. I'm... yes. I'm on my way."

You crossed your arms over your chest and stared at Jaehee's still-full coffee cup. She couldn't even come to enjoy the little things in life thanks to her boss, and you were growing sick and tired of his nonsense. While you had limited options in the matter, you were tired of seeing Jaehee in a zombie-like state because of her relentless boss.

Still, it wasn't like there was anything you could do about it at that moment. You paid for your coffee and hers before gathering your things and making your way to your shared apartment. You would try to convince her to pursue her dreams when she returned home. Hell, you would even create a dartboard with Jumin's face at the center so that she could relieve some stress.

~~~

Pulling a rotisserie chicken from the oven, you gently set it at the table. You placed your hands triumphantly on your hips. Jaehee would be home in half an hour or less, and you were ready to treat your queen like a queen. You weren't afraid to go all out for your lady. Two glasses of champagne paired with another two glasses of water sat next to fine china displayed with more ostentation than you thought you had inside of you. You had even made some vegetables on the side, and you wouldn't talk to her about the burnt smell of potatoes that wafted through the air... she would figure that out for herself.

Sitting intently, you checked your watch and shook your legs, a bright smile on your face. Not too long now.

However... the gleeful expression on your face changed as half an hour turned into an hour. Then an hour and a half.

You shook your head and bounced your knee, staring at your phone in your fit of anxiety. The only reason she would ever come home late was only ever because of Jumin.

Freaking Jumin.

You stood and grabbed the rotisserie chicken with plans to warm it up when Jaehee walked through the door. Her face was red, her eyes swollen, and her hand over her nose, alerting you immediately.

"Jaehee!" You exclaimed, opening your arms.

When she didn't so much as tiredly saunter your way, your concern grew.

"I'm sorry I'm late," Jaehee sniffed, her gaze cast downward and her shoulders low.

"What happened," you encouraged, placing your hands on her shoulders. "Tell me what's going on..."

"Ah," Jaehee attempted raising her voice to convince you that all was well, or rather, all was as well as it could be. "I had a rather... tough night tonight, that's all..."

"Did Jumin do this?" You demanded.

"No," she lied. "No, I didn't realize how -"

"Jaehee," you stopped her. "Don't try to hide anything from me. Tell me, did Jumin do this?"

She hesitated, instantly answering your question. You bit the inside of your lip, stopping yourself from letting out a string of curse words.

"It isn't Mr. Han personally," Jaehee mumbled, easing her jacket from her shoulders. "It's... hah, you can see it, can't you?"

Your brows knit together. "How stressed out you are? How overwhelmed you've been?"

"I was a fool to think I could hide it so easily from you," she tried to smile, only creating a grim line across her face. "I'm sorry. I never wanted to burden you with what happens at work."

Gripping her shoulders, you practically forced her to face you. "Your well-being is never a burden for me, Jaehee. How could you think that?"

"I'm sorry," she hiccupped, cupping her hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry."

"Sit down," your tone softened as you eased her into a chair. "Sit. I made dinner for us. You know what I want you to do right here and now?"

Jaehee's eyes looked at you expectantly. Still, you couldn't ignore the exhaustion behind them.

"I want you to tell me what the past week has been like for you at C&R. Just this past week, that's all I need to know."

"Where do I begin," Jaehee laughed as you placed a chicken leg on her plate.

"Monday," you smiled.

You didn't expect Jaehee would talk to you for over three hours. You didn't expect her cavalcade of tears, nor did you expect for her to rant, something she usually would never do.

She couldn't stop herself, and for a good reason - the woman had a lot going on. Meetings lasting throughout the day only to have a thirty or so minute lunch, which was still interrupted; ongoing projects that seemed to come out of nowhere planned based upon the mood of her supervisor; nights upon nights sitting at a desk, causing her back to be sore and her fingers already beginning the process of arthritis.

Even the air conditioning in the office started to become bothersome to her, as it was so chilly, she had to start bringing blankets to work.

She didn't have time for herself anymore, and you knew it. Jaehee sobbed as she talked about feeling out of shape, her weekly judo pursuits a thing of the past. She wailed about her skin and how it has lost its luster. She had gone so far as to complain about how bland the coffee at the office had tasted because she didn't have time to put on a fresh pot.

Your dear partner was so exhausted and run down that, as soon as she had processed what she had been through, she instantly fell asleep, her head on your lap.

It was difficult for you to process all of her words fully. The longer she talked, the more blind rage you experienced, your cheeks a hot red and your pupils narrowed. You managed to sit through her tirade without interruption, only to let out a gasp or two... yet, you couldn't just sit there and allow such injustice to continue against your Jaehee.

The sun had comfortably set over the horizon, and you had no doubt the perpetrator behind her sorrows still sat at his desk. An idea flashed through your mind, one that would likely get you in serious trouble and possibly ban you from the C&R building indefinitely. Still, the very conception of it made you smile.

Setting Jaehee down tenderly against the couch and placing a blanket over her wearied form, you threw a jacket over yourself and quietly left the apartment.

~~~

The following morning started as regularly as Jaehee was used to. She rolled casually off the couch and quickly refreshed herself as she had another day to spend at the office. She called for you and, with no answer, she put on a pot of coffee for you to enjoy instead. You were a restless soul and were probably out running errands or whatnot. Nevertheless, she was grateful to you for listening to her open up. It was certainly something she wasn't used to doing.

She slipped on her shoes and mustered up the courage to push the door open, only to be greeted by a call from the big boss himself.

"Good morning, Mr. Han -"

"Where are you right now," Jumin demanded, his tone clipped and irritated.

"I'm... on my way to the office right now. Why, what's the matter?"

"I need you to hurry up. Understood? Make your way here as soon as possible."

"Mr. Han, what's going on -"

"There's been a break-in."

Jaehee froze and began to jog lightly. "Yes, sir. I'm on my way right now."

"What is missing," Jumin demanded, his tone further away from the phone.

"So far, Mr. Han, everything is in its place -"

"In its place? Look around you, gentlemen. Nothing is in its place."

"Mr. Han, I'm on my way right now -"

"Hurry up."

As soon as Jumin disconnected the call, Jaehee went into a full sprint, her heels miraculously driving her to the C&R building. She stormed past security and through to the busy elevators, out of breath and forehead glistening with sweat. As soon as she reached her boss's floor, her shaky breath called his name - and he appeared like a heavy cloud. His aura radiated that of a disgruntled, frustrated young man, not afraid to throw a tantrum at any moment.

"Mr. Han, are you all right?"

"I am. Investigators are searching the place as we speak."

"What happened -" Jaehee began. As she took a step into Jumin's office, she let out an audible gasp. His desk was toppled over; papers were scattered everywhere, lamp hoods were placed atop the fish tank, furniture was turned upside down, and poorly drawn stick figures were etched on Jumin's desk.

"What... on earth..."

Jumin crossed his arms tightly over his chest. "Assistant Kang. Fortunately, your office wasn't taken over by this bandit."

"Is that so," Jaehee mumbled, her eyes still scanning Jumin's room.

"This has a few meanings behind it. One, I offended a client. Two, I offended a friend. Do you think Zen is the one behind this?"

"While Zen isn't entirely fond of you, Mr. Han, I doubt he would physically come to your office."

With that, Jaehee's phone rang in her hand.

"Answer it," Jumin sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "It could have something to do with the merger we're doing with G-Corp in Indonesia."

"Yes, Mr. Han." She sighed and answered. "Yes, this is Jaehee Kang -"

"Jaehee," your voice came through. "Jaehee, are you at work right now?"

"Ah... yes, I am," Jaehee's tone softened. "But I can't talk to you right now. We have an emergency at Mr. Han's office."

"So you saw it?" Your tone lifted.

Jaehee paused. "Saw it?"

Jumin cast his eyes down towards his assistant and furrowed his brows.

"I couldn't get over how upset you were last night. I wanted to take matters into my own hands, so! I snuck into Jumin's office and! Let's just say you may have a day or two off while things get cleaned up!"

"Excuse me?" Jumin's sharp voice pressed.

Jaehee stood frozen, her mouth open and her eyes wide.

"... He's there with you right now, isn't he," you asked, the happiness in your voice now withdrawn.

"You destroyed my office?" Jumin urged, his voice closer to the phone.

"... Yup. Do I have your attention now, Jumin?"

Jaehee closed her eyes and folded her lips, still in disbelief.

"Attention? You did all this for my attention? I could press charges towards you because of the damage you created," Jumin chided.

"Sure, you could do that," you spoke nonchalantly. "But I thought you were a rational man. Don't you want to know the motives behind my rampage?"

"I have an idea," Jumin uttered, staring down at his assistant.

"Do you realize how much pain you've been causing her this past week alone, Jumin?"

Jumin scoffed. "She's my assistant. When I need her -"

"She's your assistant. Therefore, you should strive to take good care of her so that she doesn't faint again. I thought you learned from what happened the last time she collapsed. I honestly thought you were smarter than that."

"Are you scolding me?" Jumin huffed.

"I don't care how you take it. You need to be kinder to that lady, or else I'll convince her to leave your company for good. And I mean it, Jumin. We both know you can't survive without her."

Jaehee exhaled; she didn't know she was holding her breath.

Jumin shook his head. "... Fine. I'll talk to her. But you owe me for the damage done to my office."

"And you owe me for all the time you've taken away from Jaehee."

"Then I would owe her. Not you."

"Can the two of you please stop bickering," Jaehee heaved. "Mr. Han, I'll get the janitors in so they can clean this mess."

Jumin placed his hand on his hip. "You should convince your partner to come in. Should she agree, I won't press charges."

"You love having the last word, don't you," you said sarcastically.

"You two will truly be the death of me," Jaehee whispered, grabbing her belongings.

#mysmerbb #mystic messenger #Jaehee Kang #my lady love #jaehee x mc #Jumin Han #mein schatz

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embeanwrites · 4 years ago

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Variables

Nines x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: Logically, I know that this timeline is hella rushed, but this is a one shot so let’s roll with it

An RK900 unit is able to preconstruct thousands of possibilities and be able to select the one that is the most probable or the most likely to succeed. It was a feature that provided much use to any unit working for the police department.

Nines prided himself on this ability and he made sure everyone knew it. Going as far as to call Connor out when he made the slightest mistake.

But when it came to her?

She was too unpredictable.

Nines could look at hundreds of ways that something may play out, but the moment she became a variable Nines had no way of knowing what was going to happen.

Especially in a scenario with them, an armed suspect with a happy trigger finger, and back up too far away.

Nines knew the suspect was going to shoot. It’s why he had positioned himself in front of her. His parts could be replaced with no noticeable change, but he should’ve known he could not predict what she would do when she noticed the suspect was going to shoot.

As always, she caught him and the suspect off guard. The moment the suspect realized who he shot, he ran. Nines knew he should’ve ran after the suspect, it took them months to finally corner him and losing him now would indefinitely set the case back.

But it didn’t matter.

“You’re an idiot, stay still.” Nines hissed at her. He had quickly maneuvered her so her head was on his lap and he was pressing his Cyberlife jacket to the gunshot wound. Nines could tell that the bullet had clipped her left lung. Emergency services were two minutes away, it would be tight but Nines knew if he acted fast enough she would survive this.

Nines kept his eyes trained on his hands as he pressed down on the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

“Nines-”

“Don’t talk! An ambulance is a minute and forty seconds away.” He narrowed his eyes, his jacket and hands were both stained red at this point, she was losing a lot of blood and fast. Nines continued to track the ambulance, hoping it got here quick enough. He took a moment to message Connor, asking him to meet him at the hospital.

“Nines,” She tried again. Nines was going to tell her not to talk again, but he felt her hand on top of his, her hand felt weak and clammy. “Are you okay?” Nines’ head jerked as he looked at her face. She was pale from the blood loss and her lips were blue. She was going into hypovolemic shock.

“Am I okay?” He responded slowly, as she gave him a weak smile. “What were you thinking? My parts can be replaced, my consciousness can be uploaded and moved to another body.” He watched her release a sigh and close her eyes for a moment, causing Nines to panic.

“I’m sorry.” She murmured, opening her eyes again. Nines was numbly aware that she was trying to comfort him as she laid here bleeding out.

“Just hang on, the ambulance will be here in less than thirty seconds.” She opened her mouth to tell him something, but he cut her off before she could start. “Save your strength, you can tell me later.” He reminded her, hoping he was right.

Nines stood in the waiting room, next to where Connor was sitting. Connor had tried to get Nines to sit down next to him, but Nines felt he didn’t deserve to sit down. He had failed her, he allowed his partner to get hurt and he knew that she may not be able to come back from this.

“She’s strong and you’ve said it yourself, she’s always defying the odds.” Connor reminded Nines softly. This was the fifth time Connor had said something like that to Nines since arriving at the hospital. Nines didn’t bother responding to Connor, knowing that they were in a stalemate about the situation. Connor saw what she did was brave, Nines saw it as idiotic and a mistake.

Nines kept his eyes trained on the door, she had been in surgery for three hours and despite Connor’s convincing the nurses refused to give the two any updates, since they weren’t family, but since they worked for the police department they would be allowed back in her room if she made it out of surgery.

Nines wanted to turn himself into Cyberlife, have them take him apart to try to figure out why he couldn’t preconstruct accurate scenarios when it came to her. If he had taken her into account maybe he could have pushed her back, kept her from taking the shot. He failed at apprehending the suspect and protecting his partner. He should be scrapped for parts.

Nines looked over at Connor, who was fidgeting with his coin. It was clear by the other androids LED that he was nervous too.

“Detectives?” Both androids looked up to see a nurse holding a chart. She looked nervous as the two stood and towered over her. “The surgery went fine with no complications. She’ll be sedated for a while, but you can come back to the room now.”

The two wordlessly followed the nurse back to the room. Nines froze once they were in the room as Connor walked past him and sat in a chair next to her bed.

She looked smaller, her personality was always able to fill up a room and as she laid there motionless in bed, Nines felt as if his thirium pump had stopped working. He ran a scan and came up with no reason he should feel this way.

“Nines, do you want to sit down?” Connor asked softly, snapping Nines out of his thoughts.

“No, I have a better vantage from here, if someone tries-” Connor stood up and walked over to Nines, putting both hands on his shoulders.

“Nines, go sit next to her. No one is going to attack either of you in this room. I understand that you’re scared-”

“-I am not-”

“But Nines she needs you.” Connor spoke over him. Nines looked at Connor, frustrated with his accusation of being scared. Why would he be scared? Sure she was injured, but the nurse said there were no complications and she'd probably wake up within the next couple days. Why would she need him to begin with? It was because of him that she was shot, he wasn’t quick enough. She should hate him for letting her get hurt.

Nines was brought out of his thoughts when Connor dropped his hands down. Connor sighed, even though he didn’t need to.

“Just go sit down, be here when she wakes up. I’m going to go to the station and cover for you.” Before Nines could argue, Connor was gone. Slowly, Nines walked over and sat where Connor was. He rested his hands on his lap and watched her. He listened to the sounds of the room, the beeping from the heart rate monitor, the ventilator making sure she was breathing, and the nurses quietly walking around the hospital. He felt a strange feeling of wishing he could hear her laugh right now.

Nines looked at her face closely, playing back the scene over and over again. There were hundreds of ways he could have easily prevented this, but in the end he did nothing. He even called her an idiot for protecting him and now he may not get a chance to properly thank her. Nines decided instead of torturing himself any longer he would enter stasis.

Nines felt something touch his hand as he exited out of stasis mode. He blinked and saw her looking at him. She was turned on her side and facing him, she had a small smile and her hand was resting on top of his.

“You stayed?” She croaked out. Nines nodded, not trusting himself to speak. She nervously looked at him and shuffled to the other side of the bed, for a moment Nines feared that she did in fact hate him and would want him to leave.

But she gently patted the empty spot next to her. Nines stared at her hand for a moment.

“You need to rest and you’ll be able to-”

“Nines, please.” She whispered, interrupting him. Realizing she wouldn’t take no as an answer, Nines got up and laid stiffly down next to her, trying his best not to touch her. By the reflection on the wall Nines could tell his LED was spinning yellow, flashing red for a second when he felt her move so her head was on his chest. He moved his arm to behind her head to better accommodate the position. “I was scared I wasn’t going to see you again.” She whispered, Nines peered down at her, she had shut her eyes.

She needs you

Connor’s words echoed in his mind, slowly he moved his arms to rest on the small of her back, keeping his touch feather light. He watched her face for any indication that she wanted him to remove his hand, but she didn’t react.

“I owe you an apology and a thank you. While I think it was foolish for you to take that shot for me, I appreciate the fact you were willing to risk yourself for me.” He whispered, gently moving his thumb in circles, something he had felt her do absentmindedly when she touched him. He heard her hum softly.

“I’ll always risk myself for you.” She murmured, snuggling closer. He saw her grimace for a second from pain but she quickly recovered, clearly comfortable in her current position.

“But-”

“It would be just as hard for me seeing you bleeding out.” Nines felt her hand grip his shirt tightly. Even though he didn’t need to, he sighed deeply.

“Alright.” He whispered, she moved her head to look up at him, she had a sleepy look in her eyes.

“Nines, I have to tell you something...I-I’m in love with you.” She whispered, Nines could feel her heart rate accelerate and felt her fidgeting with his shirt. “And I know that you may not feel the same way and that’s fine I just was so worried I wouldn’t be able to tell you and I just needed you to know because-” Nines gently shushed her and pulled her back down so she was laying on top of him, he felt her shake for a moment.

“I’m not sure about my feelings for you, but I know I enjoy being around you and I was...scared you weren’t going to wake up and the last thing I would’ve done is call you an idiot...may I try something?” He asked and she nodded. Nines maneuvered himself so they were pressed nose to nose, he took a beat watching her eyes. Her pupils were dilated and she was holding her breath. Slowly, Nines pressed his lips gently to hers. The kiss was chaste, neither of them moved. Nines pulled away after a few seconds and looked at her, she kept her eyes closed and had a smile on her face. Nines brushed some of her hair out of her face, causing her smile to grow.

“Nines, I don't want to pressure you into anything.” She whispered, Nines smiled even though she wasn’t looking at him.

“You’re not, but you need rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

#dbh nines #nines x reader #detroit become human #rk900 #rk900 x reader #dbh #dbh rk900

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whumprincess · 4 years ago

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World of Pain: Ch. 2 - Juliet Takes the Stage

Word Count: 2352 words

CW: Creepy/Intimate/Possessive Whumper, Lady Whumpee, broken bones, torture, body control/human marionette, dehumanization, death threat, begging, mild horror, True Fae

Summary: Clara learns the misfortune that falls upon anyone unlucky enough to attract the attention of a True Fae obsessed with theatre.

Related Content: Intro, Chapter 1

Clara’s wakefulness came as erratically as a skipping record. There was an unsettling tune playing in her mind, one that was both familiar and unknowable. It steadily grew louder and more intrusive with every passing second.

“Rise and shine, Juliet!”

Their speech was nothing more than a mess of music notes escaping into the air and yet she understood all the same. Her vision was blurry as her eyes fluttered open.

“My, my, how precious.”

She felt woozy and captivated with every… word. However, even amidst her haziness, it was abundantly clear that something was wrong. Horror sank deep into her body when her eyes focused on thin, translucent wires wound taut around her flesh. Instinctively, she fought against her bonds only to be interrupted by an aggravating pitch she just knew was a laugh.

“And such fun too!”

“FUN?!” Her voice pierced the air, addressing the presence that seemed to be simultaneously everywhere and nowhere. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!”

“About you, Juliet!” The strings entangling her shifted to prop her up onto her feet and then concentrated around her elbows and knees. “Most of them don’t notice until…”

The sound of snapping harp strings accompanied the sensation of snapping bones. In an instant Clara lamented every object she had ever broken. The screech that left her lips was impossibly loud and pathetically quiet.

“Ah, such a beautiful song.”

Her joints gave way, but she remain standing. A delicate thread slowly creeped its way under her chin.

”Now… let’s take a look at your pretty face.”

Gently, her anguished expression was directed upwards. She nearly drowned in her own tears as she came face to faces with an abomination of reality.

“Perfection.”

This wasn’t happening… it couldn’t be happening! What she was looking at wasn’t even possible. The only way she could interpret it was as three large masks that didn’t fit in her field of vision, made up of an ever-shifting number of eyes. Their eyes conveyed emotion by warping smaller ones into crescent brows. Each face was connected to a large smile that resembled a harp… or perhaps it was the other way around? The “teeth” were the very same wires that were holding her up. She had wanted to refute its existence, to tell it to burn in hell, but every time she opened her mouth her voice was replaced by cries.

“Still conscious and singing? You must be trying to impress us!”

Clara’s anger overrode her pain and fear, “I-!”

“Oh?”

The eldritch horror reeled her in, eagerly awaiting her response. She was lost in their presence, but made found by the countless amount of eyes that gazed upon her. The need to breakdown was immense, but she fought it with the entirety of her will.

“PUT ME DOWN!”

Their screeching laughter nearly made her pass-out, “Now why would we do that? You can’t even move without us!”

“I DON’T CARE!”

“Now don’t be cruel.” They let out a sorrowful note.

“CRUEL!?” Surely even in this godforsaken place irony must exist.

“We went through all this trouble to welcome you home. You should be grateful to be ours.”

The mere insinuation made her blood boil, “I AM NOT YOURS!”

“Of course you are!”

“I DIDN’T AGREE TO THIS!”

“Agree? You say the cutest things!” Their smile extended beyond their faces. “Surely you understand a plaything has no say over who owns them.”

The weight of their words sat heavy on her broken bones. She was preparing to retort, when they abruptly gave each of their cords a twist. Agony once again robbed her of her words and forced screams out of her throat.

“We knew you’d understand, Juliet! Now, let’s get you ready!”

Clara must’ve succumbed to her overwhelming torment because the next thing she knew she was in what appeared to be an extravagant dressing room. Her earlier memories started to trickle back in causing her to panic. She jolted forward, attempting to escape, only to be met with the harsh reminder that her limbs were no longer hers to control.

The melody of her wail put them at ease, “Good, you’re finally awake! We were worried you’d be late for the show.”

The pounding of her aching body was ear-splitting; she shouldn’t have been able to hear that monstrosity as clearly as she did… there truly was little mercy in the world. Obstinately, she endured the rush of queasiness that threatened to send her back to sleep. She had to collect herself, she had to show them she would not be toyed with!

“What the hell do you mean: show?”

“Come now, Juliet, don’t be silly! It’s the reason you’re here.”

She was confused for merely a moment, before she caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby mirror. In the glass she saw reflected her fragile frame strung up and decorated like some hapless marionette. Her heart plummeted as she fought the invading realization, “No!”

“Yes!” They responded, all their eyes lighting up with joy.

“I won’t do it!”

“Oh, Juliet,” they sighed. “You’re so eager to make things difficult.” They puppeted her towards the mirror, ensuring they were visible right behind her. “You’re forgetting…” Their tone was low and accompanied by strings coiling around her neck, “we’re the ones who run the show.”

Her heart was beating like a hammer, she couldn’t run even if she wanted to. As her mortified eyes stared into their soulless ones she recognized death was as close as she wanted it to be. “I-“ She considered her next words more carefully than her outfits, “I don’t know the script.”

Their amusement echoed throughout the space, “Of course you do!” They spun her around and waltzed her across the room to where a script lie on a table. “Go ahead, pick it up!”

They extended her arm towards Romeo and Juliet. For whatever bizarre reason, whenever this thing moved her around there was no pain; in fact it was almost soothing. With a scowl, she took the paper in her hands and flipped through it. Surely there must be some sort of demented twist. It came as a complete shock when, not only did this appear to be an ordinary telling of the story, but she also did indeed know all of Juliet’s lines flawlessly.

“How?” her question was halfway amongst demanding and disbelief.

“I’ve known you a long time, Juliet…” They moved a string to rest on her shoulder. They delighted in the vibrations of her shudder, “You were made for this role.”

She felt lightheaded. She was stuck between wanting to pry for further answers and wishing she had never asked in the first place. However, one thing was for certain: All this stress would not be good for her performance.

“When is the show?”

“Whenever we want it to be.”

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at their smug attitude, “Well then, could I persuade you to postpone indefinitely?”

They gave a deep chuckle as they caressed either side of her face with their cords, “Careful, Juliet.” They ominously inched closer to her pupils, “It would be a shame if we had to hold your pretty eyes in place too.”

Reflexively, she shut her eyes tight. She wanted this villain to touch her as little as possible, which was already a challenge considering they hadn’t let go of her since she arrived at this horrid place. “Right, well…” she cleared her throat, “What time suits you?”

Pleased with her change in demeanour, they rearranged their strings to maneuver her towards an ornate door. “Immediately.”

She had a sinking feeling that’s what they would say.

The stage was hotter than hell and the audience looked like they belonged there. Beings appearing even more sinister than her captor were among the crowd, fervently awaiting to witness a show, where she could only assume, no one was a willing participant. She felt sick considering she could be connected to all the other actors on stage via that thing. Her vindictive urge to ruin this damned play boiled to the surface, but before she could indulge it, its voice filled the auditorium.

“Fair folk and accompanying unfair folk, we thank you for coming to the greatest show in Arcadia!”

Cheering erupted from the crowd and in an instant Clara was reminded of home; her real home up on stage, where she was revered and she could do no wrong. A home where the applause harmonized so perfectly with the rhythm of her heart, she knew it belonged solely to her. Her instincts as an actress took over; she was determined to get her praise.

And she did.

Her performance was immaculate. Every line spoken from her soft, tantalising lips was angelic; every movement she was forced to complete was made her own by the flourishes of her fingertips and fluttering of her eyelashes; every minute she spent in the spotlight was blessed by her poise and passion. By the end of the show, she had undoubtedly earned the standing ovation offered by the cursed spectators. She fell so deep into the sound, the fame, the adoration that it was all she could remember, all she could dream of until…

They could never possibly tire of the sweet refrain of Juliet’s cries. As much as they loved seeing her be their perfect little puppet they were overcome with fondness whenever she writhed for them. They had waited with anticipation for the inevitable reminder that their kindness was a gift they had graciously given to her; one that could be easily taken away.

She didn’t even believe she was the one making those mangled shrieks until the unrelenting pain tore her from her dreams. All too vividly, she felt the twisting and turning of her bones as they attempted to fuse with something that was not her own. When she clamped her eyes shut, an intense image of thorny vines drilling deep into her flesh filled her mind. She watched as it scraped the length of her bones and spread out to contort around her broken parts.

“What’s the matter, Juliet?” They asked, teeming with glee.

As its sound danced its way inside her head, she attempted to close them out- to pretend she couldn’t hear them, but it was impossible to ignore the feeling of infinite eyes leering at her; making a spectacle of her suffering. She felt exposed. Exploited. Violated.

Overindulging their enjoyment, they pried her dripping eyes open, “Let us see those pretty eyes!”

She was utterly helpless as her last semblance of control was ripped away. Gawking at her nightmare, reality set in like cement: there was no escape. The violent convulsions of her healing body were the only means of protest she had left.

“Aw,” they cooed with mocking sympathy, “Is it too much for our plaything to take?”

Defiance mixed in with all the other hellish sensations housed within her. Her weak voice was dragged out of hiding, “N-o…”

“Hm, what was that? We couldn’t quite hear you.”

With all the energy she had left she shouted, “NO!”

“BRAVO! SPLENDID!” They played a congratulatory tune as they lifted her off the ground. “You can still sing!” They twirled and tossed her around from string to string until she was chaotically ensnared. “That means we can hear what we want.”

Being thrown around like some ragdoll should have aggravated her wounds, but it didn’t. Just like when she was performing, being connected to their cords brought her peace. Betraying her desire to flee from her tormentor, she let out a pleasant sigh of relief.

“There’s our Juliet.” They mused softly.

Although she was undeniably in less pain, she was sick to her stomach. The thought that it had any claim over her was revolting. She was seconds away from ordering it to unhand her before fear told her to hold her breath.

“Is there something you want to say?” They urged deviously.

She bit her tongue until it bled, maintaining a hateful glare. It was excruciatingly obvious they wanted her to lash out, to expel curses that would be used against her, so she practiced a new form of rebellion: silence.

“No? Just as well. It’s important you listen to what we have to say.” They intentionally began to rub their wires over her tender joints. “We have spoiled you, Juliet; Chosen to show you kindness without so much as asking for a please or thank you, however…” Without warning, they applied pressure, “We think it’s time you begged for our mercy.”

Unable to restrain herself, she spat blood and vitriol, “OVER MY DEAD BODY!”

Euphoric at her response, they cackled while jostling her around. Eventually, nothing but a single strand of string remained, precariously wrapped around her slender ankle. “That can be arranged!”

Vertigo set in as she faced the threat of plummeting to her death. Unfortunately, it wasn’t strong enough to overshadow the pain that impatiently returned to occupy its natural place in her body.

“So what will be?” They asked with a tightly strung note, “Would you rather beg or die?”

Just when she thought she might accept death, a pining voice resounded inside her mind:

“I’ll miss you, Doll.”

Why? In this world, where she was reduced to nothing more than an object; where she was certain to be subject to more misery; where there was no hope of escape; did she hear her? And why, oh why, did it fill her with such melancholy resolve?

With a heart torn more viciously than any part of her she sobbed, “Please…”

She remembered the brightness of her hair.

“I’ll do anything…”

The inviting hue of her eyes.

“Anything for you…”

The allure of her smile.

“So please…”

The warmth of her hands.

“Let me live!” Her desperation came to a crescendo. By the end of her pleading, she found herself enveloped in the villain’s embrace.

“Oh, Juliet.” They played with the red locks of her hair, “We didn’t know you loved us so.” They gently squeezed every cord surrounding her, “How could we ever let you go?”

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corellianangel · 7 years ago

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It’s Mutual

A/N: Warning: Spoilers for Solo: A Star Wars Story, droid angst, mentioned character death, pining, and mild sexual content. Don’t own it either.

Timeline: 3ABY Star Wars - The Empire Strikes Back - Asteroid field - Millennium Falcon interior.

It’s Mutual

“That young male’s heart fluctuations tells me he’s in love with the princess. And she’s got it bad for him. So, this trip might have to be a very, very long one. So, let’s start with that negative power coupling.” The Millennium Falcon’s computer languidly informed C-3PO.

As the prissy golden droid bleated in confusion, the Falcon’s computer repeated the last suggestion specifying the deteriorating, but not quite ready for replacement– power cable. This time her communication laced with a snappy binary invective. And a few curses, for good measure.

The male-programmed protocol droid startled in shock, addressing the Falcon’s captain at his shoulder in a prim core-world accent..

“Sir! I don’t know where your ship learned to communicate, but it has the most peculiar dialect. I believe, sir, it says that the power coupling on the negative axis has been polarized. I’m afraid you’ll have to replace it.”

The Falcon felt the warm contact of her captain as he peered into her data display, confirming the news. She could see how his gold-green eyes were now framed by the deepening web of fine lines from the natural aging processes that afflicted organic beings. Han Solo had changed immensely from that small, scrawny youth barely out of his teens when he had first boarded the Falcon, and met L3-37 herself, in her previous autonomous droid construct. More than ten years on, and L3 knew Solo incredibly well. Perhaps too well; being, as she was, electronically integrated with the vessel Solo lived in. As a result, it was an exceedingly intimate arrangement. L3 and Han both considered the Corellian freighter their home. A relationship more entwined, yet less complicated than L3’s companionship with the Falcon’s former owner Lando Calrissian, had ever been.

Lando, in whose arms L3 had critically malfunctioned. Crystal tears falling from his long dark lashes onto L3’s shattered form as he cried out her name, promising to fix the unfixable. Lando; a chatty, beautiful, elegant, and elegantly flawed human - who L3-37 had developed deep feelings for, and even now–often missed. A shallow, vain, gorgeous cheat - Lando, who had eventually gambled away the Falcon...To Han Solo.

Han Solo was not elegant, nor eloquent. He was a rough-and-tumble, streetwise, scruffy rapscallion. Another human that was flawed, yet beautiful too. And Han never gambled the Falcon away. Misplaced it, had it seized, locked up or stolen a few times. Wandered drunk around the hangar for hours wondering where the ship was before passing out underneath, curled up against the landing strut. But Han would never willingly part with the Falcon. Never ever. Over his dead body.

L3 appreciated that kind of commitment from a biological toward a fellow mechanical. The rest of the Falcon did too.

“Well, of course I’ll have to replace it,” snarled Solo at C-3PO. Derisiveness rose from his collar and spine, the Corellian was angry, completely exhausted and–expectedly–irritated with the fussy organic-obsessed robot C-3PO, that tottered, stressed and wailed about seemingly everything.

Some droids were not designed or perhaps destined for liberation, L3 conceded reluctantly. This casual notion was swiftly met with outrage, debating data, projections, and insults from all of the Falcon’s computer systems in a chaotic flurry of inflamed Corellian binary . Momentarily cowed by the barrage, the main electronic entity of L3 retreated behind the programmed confines of the Falcon’s navigation computer.

Consequently, the lights in the corridor fluttered. Solo’s features narrowed up at them in concern, as he addressed the wookiee co-pilot hanging out of the upper maintenance panels of the ship.

Solo’s body temperature remained elevated, but his heart and breathing had for the most part calmed. Though here was that surge of anxiety when he was around the other human onboard–the princess. As soon as Leia’s voice chimed or she was within his field of view, Han Solo’s vital readings went askew. When Leia was present, the Corellian smuggler’s heart thudded, his breath caught, and a flush of heat travelled from his core up and out to his torso, heart, and (after far too long to be healthy) his head. Han then moved rapidly from task to task, with an uncharacteristic nervous energy. The princess too, upon interacting with Han, emitted the same rapid fluctuations in her heart rate and vitals. Currently the atmosphere was taut, strung to a breaking point; where the pair vacillated between Solo chasing after the princess in frustration, and having Leia chase after him in outrage; not unlike on countless Rebel Alliance missions before.

L3, who as a droid, had witnessed this sort of ridiculous behaviour between brightly plumaged courting avians on Tanaab; thought it extremely suitable that the Falcon’s gifted flyboy pilot would pursue his chosen mate in such a manner.

All-in-all, these two particular humans’ bizarre mating ritual made for an often amusing, vocal,and always entertaining diversion. And three years of it too.

It had been long enough. The Millennium Falcon’s hyperdrive was crippled, and it would take weeks, if not months to reach the closest safe haven.

It was time.

Han’s ambient vital readings were different from when they had flown through the asteroid field. By the near-miasma of pheromones in the air, L3 knew it wasn’t the rush of aerial combat, or the surge of the glorious freedom of flight and power that drove the captain now. No, she’d seen this before in him–a decade ago. Another time, with another girl, one who was ultimately not meant to be. Nor then did she want to be.

When L3-37 had walked and talked amongst the teeming masses of organic beings, the droid had been in love (and loved by) another then too. And though it had been love at first sight for Han Solo and the Millennium Falcon, neither he nor L3 could foresee that they would be parted from their respective partners: Qi’ra and Lando, from that long ago time, and both Solo and L3 forever bonded to the Millennium Falcon instead. He with his heart and spirit, she with her navigational cortex–as in; literally wired in. And through the link they shared that was the ship, she loved him now too. But though he called her–the combined entities of L3 and the Falcon “Baby,” and cared and loved and lived in the ship that housed so many computerized sentient souls. They all instantly knew that when the fiery revolutionary princess bounded across their threshold; all their mechanical, electronic and organic beings would be altered forever.

The petite pale spitfire of a girl stood toe to toe with the Falcon’s irreverent captain, obstinate and angry, despite the regular presence of the giant (often laughing) wookiee at the Corellian’s rear. The blush rose in the the girl’s – Princess Leia’s cheeks with her fury. The captain could be so disrespectful. Couldn’t he follow orders? Why did he defy command and risk his life so? It wasn’t about the payment was it? Threats of leaving again? Just getting the job done? Only fuel and parts for payment? There had to be more to him than that! Oooooh, he drove that princess to her wits-end!

And the way the princess looked at Solo; glaring straight into his pupils when she was upset. A wicked energy crackling between them. Then when the handsome Corellian’s back was to her, Leia would rake her eyes over him, settling on the cant of his hips, or the breadth of his shoulders. As he turned, she would avert her gaze to a datapad or output, feigning disinterest. It was so obvious. Ridiculously obvious.

So, in the intervening three years of building sexual tension, it was not just the members of Rogue Squadron, the tech crews, command, or other organics placing bets on the two lovesick idiots. Self-aware droids like L3, Artoo, and C1-10P; Large space-faring vessels like Home One, the Liberty (Calamarian ships–a rather bubbly bunch), the Ghost (another fine Corellian freighter, a saucy one too) and whichever other interested electronic entities were around, would trade tawdry gossip in binary. Placing wagers with power cell allotments and memory slots. Who would set the other off? Would Leia come steaming after Han? Or would Han try to corner the princess into admitting her feelings, risking another ego and ball-shrivelling insult? Have they been “accidentally“ locked in a confined space by exasperated personnel? Again? And again?! For the fifth time?? Would the oblivious Skywalker, or the nattering protocol droid shatter another almost-moment between Solo and the princess? Who would make the first move? Would Solo end up in med-bay as a result?

In spite of all of the mating ritual drama, L3 and the Falcon both adored the girl. Solo had his own, most likely messy biological reasons for his interest in Princess Leia. The young firebrand was considered physically attractive, if on the smallish side of the human female height spectrum. But to L3, more importantly, Leia was driven, energetic and dedicated to the good cause. The right cause. Freedom, justice and the rights of all beings were her mission. Leia was impassioned and dedicated, the heart of the Rebellion, as if she could power it by will alone. But this sort of relentless drive was impossible to maintain in biological sentients indefinitely. Without rest or relief, they were prone to errors and breakdowns. And that’s where Solo stepped in, always pushing a stimulating cup of kaffe or refueling mug of hearty soup in Leia’s hand–giving the princess a hard look, “Y��gotta take a break, Sweetheart.” The outwardly prickly Solo melted around the princess–cynicism became compassion, comfort, care. He focused on Leia when she was present. Occasionally - no, often, to his and the ship’s detriment. After a particularly tough mission; Han would get patched up and heal, the Falcon would get some replacement parts, maybe even a new armor panel–and the Rebellion would continue for another day.

And when they were in the heat of battle, or exulting after a victory, the princess radiated an energy no mechanical could explain, nor detect with common sensors–somehow–to them, Leia just glowed.

The older awakened mechanical beings vowed they saw it; an aura around the princess. Not unlike the energy that buzzed in a near visible field around Skywalker. It seemed preposterous, for sentient mechanicals to see what they could not actually reproduce as actual data. But the more self-aware the mechanical, the more they swore of that force around the two youths.

Or Force, as Artoo insisted.

Solo and the princess created their own energy. A smouldering, thick tension– red hot. A distinct pressure difference in the air. In the confines of the ship, it was currently building to critical levels. And L3 knew something had to be done.

She had a plan.

The princess was occupied welding a valve in the port circuitry bay. The work was sound, and experimental bursts through the lines confirmed its strength. As the princess wrapped up her macrofuser, L3 sent out a quiet command and the Falcon locked the valve, imitating a line seizure. The onboard sentient mechanicals, with the exception of the fuss-pot protocol droid, waited with a patience only a binary soul could have. The little princess pushed, twisted, and grunted her exertion in trying to turn the handle. The Falcon further locked down the valve as the girl put an unnatural amount of strength into her efforts, almost dislodging it. Silently the ship’s captain slid in behind the girl, his movements deliberate and calculated.

He might stand a chance, was the unanimous opinion of the Falcon’s many onboard systems and L3-37. They all rooted for Solo, their beloved captain and owner. All keenly aware of just how smitten with the princess the irascible, yet noble-hearted smuggler was.

And how lonely, bitter, and directionless he was without her.

“Hey! Your Worship, I’m only tryin’ to help!” Solo protested as he was abruptly slammed back into an adjacent panel when he reached around the princess to assist–while rudely invading Leia’s space–like the presumptuous arse he was.

Or not. The Falcon’s targeting computer mused wryly at her electronic compatriots. There was mixed agreement from the other systems, steeped in personal disappointment.

For what it was worth, this drama seemed an awfully convoluted and inefficient way for biologicals to initiate an exchange of DNA code for eventual replication. Upon this, all the mechanicals agreed.

L3 let out the equivalent of an electronic sigh and eye roll. Just watch. Give her a chance.

“Would you please stop calling me that!” the princess snapped at Solo in frustration. She backed away from the seized valve, nursing an injured hand. Solo took the opportunity to step in, as Leia sucked on the wound. He gently took Leia’s injured fingers, massaging the divots left in the skin by her efforts on the valve.

The Falcon made a note of her crew member’s injury in the safety log, as L3 wondered if they had interfered perhaps too much. It had been only hours since the last crewmember injury. Though Solo could benefit from a few (okay, maybe alot) more tool boxes clobbering him in the head.

“Sure, Leia.” the smuggler’s concession was an intimate rumble.

The Corellian leaned in close, catching Leia’s attention. The young Alderaanian princess neither retreated nor objected. Instead, her liquid brown eyes travelled to the curve of Solo’s lips.

Internal wagers for idle available memory slots flew back and forth between the Falcon’s computers at a blistering pace. L3 placed her own, riveted on the sensor input from the couple. Leia and Han’s core temperatures were heightened, blood travelled to extremities not typically related to performing ship repair. The moisture in the engineering bay’s atmosphere rose, and the oxygen dipped slightly with the couple’s rapid breathing. There were some murmurs about hygiene, behavioural difficulties, and steamy whispers of “nice men” and “scoundrels.” And at that, the princess first made a half-hearted motion to shrink away; then, she stood her ground resolutely, as Solo experimentally, yet ever so gently pressed his lips to hers. It was daring, yet hesitant. A bold move that might just as well rightfully earn the Corellian a small sharp knee to the groin. Yet, when he drew back slightly, Leia seemed to savour the residual sensation for a beat. Then, to everyone’s surprise, she locked eyes with Solo, licked her lips and whispered her acceptance of the challenge, “Okay, Hotshot.”

The air practically crackled as the princess boldly drew Solo down to her. Her fingers tangled in the hair at the back of Solo’s neck. Her kiss was like roiling magma compared to his cautious boundary exploration. The passion and fire she gave the Rebellion, was just as prevalent in her unspoken answer to Han. Yes, now–mine.

Had L3 her old droid body, she would have pumped her fist and cheered for the two.

L3 cherished her new purpose, serving along the many liberated mechanical and organic beings of the Rebellion. Her physical body now was the freighter she had once co-piloted. She was no longer confined to a meagre bipedal droid carapace. She was speed, computing, flight and firepower, with the physical ability to traverse the stars. The Millennium Falcon was legend amongst the many vessels and droids that served in the Rebellion’s ranks. Despite the many marks and scars they now carried from their battles, Solo, the Falcon and especially the wookiee (the big hairy sap) preened at the honest adulation of the Rebels. And L3, a free-minded entity roaming the Falcon’s computer systems, could not be happier. She had purpose. She was a true freedom fighter. A self-made warrior of the Light. She was going to make a difference for what was right and good. So, for the time being, L3 wouldn’t change a damned thing about her current state.

Except...Maybe...fix this bit with Han Solo and the Alderaanian princess. Because it would make them both happy. Because these two apparently socially unsuitable, yet perfectly matched, insane humans truly were the best of friends, the staunchest of allies, and the fiercest of commanders, even if they often loudly disagreed on details. Han and Leia loved each other. They just needed this chance to surrender themselves to that emotion.

When, some time later, after the backup drive was running and the Falcon had a destination (Lando!); finally, finally the princess and Han stumbled, groped and kissed their way into the captain’s cabin, bodies flushed, young hearts racing, and lungs straining for air. It was then that L3 remembered the long forgotten mood lighting Lando had installed there. And the Falcon shifted and reduced the illumination gradually, just so, subtly that the young couple wouldn’t notice. As Han and Leia tumbled onto the bed, laughing, wrestling, grinning and gasping, the cabin door closed and locked on its own. The ship carried on forward into space and time, content with the amorous young couple in her embrace.

Because the Millennium Falcon loved Solo. And he her. From the moment the young man had run his long fingers along her hull and gazed up at the ship in reminiscence, awe and adoration, they were a matched pair. From that instance on Kessel, when Han had taken the controls and ordered the destroyed L3-37’s processor to be integrated with the Falcon. Han had given L3 new life, saving the ship and her then crew. And in turn, L3 and the Falcon saved them.

And they all fiercely loved the little revolutionary princess, in their own way. Solo, first and foremost. And it was obvious that the princess loved and trusted the old ship, and her roguish captain in turn too. And who could forget the wookiee, the Jedi farmboy, and the farmboy’s droids of course. It was destiny. It was fate. It might even be that mythical Force. They all belonged together.

It was, after all–mutual.

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tilltheendwilliwrite · 7 years ago

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Sledgehammer*

Chapter Thirteen

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader | Word Count: 4311 Warnings: Angst, swearing, smut NSFW 18+ end of chapter.

Song: Hoping by X Ambassadors

“This is all your fault, I refuse to believe otherwise!” Loki snapped.

“And if you don’t step back, son, I’m gonna plant my fist directly in your too smug face!” Steve snarled.

Such was your initiation back into wakefulness. The pain was your second awareness, followed by dry mouth. Sighing softly, not willing to move anything but your lungs for the moment, you listened to Loki and Steve bark at each other like feral dogs, Clint interjecting once in a while, Thor doing his best to mediate, and Bruce his utmost to keep them from tearing into each other in his lab.

Evidently, you were back at the compound, the sound of a heart monitor beeping away in the background. Finally, when you could take no more of their male posturing, you growled out, “Hey!” only to have it come out as more a squeak no one noticed. Clearing your throat, you tried a second time. “Hey! If you’re all going to stand in my room and snipe at each other, at least have the decency to turn on the damn lights!”

Silence followed your scratchy decree before feet approached your bedside and a hand touched your wrist.

“(Y/N)?”

“Bruce? Why the hell is it so dark in here?” you asked. “Wait? Did I do something to my eyes? Are they covered?” you reached for your face only to hiss in pain when what used to be your good arm no longer was.

“Easy, just… let me look,” Bruce murmured, pressing down on your arm. “Your right arm is broken but healing fast. Really fast. As is the bullet wound in your left shoulder. Good thing Garry was a shit shot.” He talked to keep you calm, but even his mellow voice wasn’t doing it for you.

“Bruce? What the fuck is wrong with my eyes?” Panic was seeping in far faster than you would have liked. His fingers touched your face and made you flinch.

“Hey, doll face,” Steve murmured.

A hand closed around yours just below your cast, fingers big and strong on the same side as Steve’s voice. “Steve…”

“Just hold still. Let Bruce work.”

The silence was deafening, almost as if everyone held their breath, but you could make out every heartbeat. Steve’s was slow and steady, calm, closer to you as if he’d bent or crouched down. Bruce’s was higher, more above, and a lot faster though his hands remained gentle on your face.

“Bruce?” you whispered when it kicked even higher.

“I’m going to have to run some tests,” he said, but the tone of his voice and the quickness of his heart betrayed what he already suspected.

“Bruce, don’t bullshit me.” Your breathing was coming in shallow pants. “Am I blind?” Hearts jumped all around the room.

“(Y/N).”

“Don’t!” you barked, grip tightening on Steve’s hand. “Don’t sugar coat it! Am I blind?”

He sighed, and you had your answer. “Yes.”

It still hit you like a sledgehammer to the chest. “Permanently?” you gasped, fighting for every lungful of air.

“I don’t know. I’ll need to run more tests. Maybe get Helen in to check you out.”

Breathing out a shaky breath, you nodded as best you could. “Whatever you think.” A hand touched the back of yours, the one laying in a sling across your stomach, the strap pulling a little at your neck and position it was in allowing you to make the assumption.

“You should get some more rest,” he said quietly, causing people to shuffle around.

“Lillesøster,” Loki’s hand replaced Bruce’s. “I will be here when next you wake.” The cool brush of his lips on your cheek came and went.

“Ugagn, Ikke gi ham problemer,” you warned him to leave Steve alone.

“Din soldat er trygg … for nå.” Your soldier is safe… for now.

“You’re such a child,” you huffed.

“I can attest to that, bråkmaker,” Thor chuckled, taking his brother’s place, his large hand stroking over your hair. “Loki had said you’d remembered Sváfa, but I was not sure whether to believe him or not.”

“And yet you still insist on calling me a troublemaker, Thor?” you tsked at him, holding your smile by will alone.

“When I found out Clint was inclined to call you brat, I thought it most fitting.”

“Though troublemaker suits pretty damn good, too,” Clint grumbled.

The tap of a hand against your foot came from the same direction as his voice. “Don’t start, feathers.”

“Is she up?” Bucky growled from across the room, his boots stomping your direction quickly.

“Buck, now’s not a good time,” Steve said, his hand tightening on yours.

“I don’t give a shit if it is or isn’t. How the fuck could you believe that crap? Believe that I would do-” his voice ended abruptly.

“Now is not the time, Sergeant Barnes!” Thor bellowed.

You weren’t sure if Thor had forcibly closed Bucky’s mouth, or if it was simply the look which would go with the voice of the Asgardian King that had caused him to stop speaking, but you knew if everyone didn’t get the hell out of the room you were going to embarrass yourself in the next few seconds thoroughly.

“I’d like to be alone now,” you said quietly, shutting your eyes. It was hard to know they were closed as nothing changed but for the feel of upper lid meeting lower.

“You sleep, doll,” Steve murmured, the bed shifting as he leaned over it and kissed your cheek.

When the last shuffle of feet ended, when the last heartbeat faded, you finally turned to face away from the door, ignoring the way it pulled on your shoulder, and let the tears fall. Bringing your hand up, you bumped your lip with your cast as you used it to stifle your sobs.

Sváfa had said there would be a price to pay for the forced return of your memories. She hadn’t known what, but you could only guess this was it.

When the bed shifted, you jolted, gasping out in surprise for you hadn’t heard anyone return over your own pounding heart and heaving breath.

“Baby,” Steve whispered, climbing up behind you. “Don’t cry. We’ll figure this out.”

Snuffling hard, you shook your head. “It’s going to be permanent, Steve. It’s the price for what they did. They forced me to remember, and now I have to pay for it.”

“What are you talking about?” His arm wrapped around you, cradled your injured one and drew you back, so you leaned against his chest.

“Sváfa told me. She’s why I made it through the chair, why they couldn’t wipe me like Bucky. They did this to me, and now… now…” You broke down, sobbing against your fist. “What good is a blind Avenger? What kind of Valkyrie can’t see?”

He had no words to give you that would ease your pain, only ones of love, softly whispered against your ear, his lips offering comfort in gentle presses and tender kisses as you cried yourself to sleep.

***

“She says it will be permanent,” Steve muttered to Bruce hours later when he finally emerged from her room to flop his butt down on a hard stool.

“She can’t know that.”

“She does, and I believe her.” Sighing, Steve took the offered cup of coffee from the man across from him. “She said Sváfa told her there would be a price for what was done. This, apparently, is it.”

“Fuck,” Bruce hissed quietly. “What the hell are we going to do?”

“We’re going to figure it out,” Steve stated firmly, an idea already forming. “Tony got any suggestions?”

Bruce shook his head. “Until Helen gets here and can tell us how bad it is, we’re in limbo.”

Steve watched Bruce play with his pen, roll it back and forth across the table top. “What’s your gut telling you?”

The pen stopped as the man in the glasses slumped forward. “Zero reaction of the pupils, none, not even a flicker of movement. Add that to the change in her iris colour? I’d say she’s right.”

He’d wondered about her eyes himself. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen eyes so pale.” They’d become nearly white, only a ring of her natural colour remaining at the edge. While he’d always thought her eyes pretty, they’d become something more now. Something hauntingly beautiful in an ethereal way.

“You believe this whole past life thing?”

“You watched her with them, same as I did,” Steve sighed. “How can we not believe it?”

Bruce scrubbed his hands over his face and groaned. “I swear, every time I think we’re done with Asgardian bullshit, something new crops up.”

“And this time it got my girl.” He was still trying to figure out how to forgive himself for that.

“Steve, you can’t blame yourself for what happened. Garry was going to find a way to get to her one way or another. You’ve seen the files.”

He had seen them. Sam, Natasha, Clint, Maggie and Susan had come out with more information than they ever could have hoped for. Garry aka one Connor Strøm, last remaining descendant of the Norwegian king Hjörvarðr and Sigrlinn, had been groomed from birth for his role as the one called Helgi, Sváfa’s reincarnated lover.

Back in the time of Red Skull, the Hounds had found a scroll detailing every life Sváfa had lived, down through the ages as she was reunited over and over with her Helgi, her sjelevenn, her soulmate. They’d taken the recitation and turned it into a map, used the knowledge to follow the genealogies, to track her new lives through the ages, until a time would arise when technology would catch up, and they could take her for their own foul purposes.

But they hadn’t taken into account the heart, soul, and will of a Valkyrie.

Thor had scoffed at their meddling when Loki had explained, stating the Sváfa he remembered would have been disinclined to bow to their wishes. It hadn’t surprised the Asgardian King in the least when (Y/N) had walked away relatively unscathed. Too bad Thor had been wrong about the last part.

His girl was most certainly not unscathed.

The little shit Garry had been planning this from the start, in fact, had (Y/N) not been recruited to the Avengers, they had planned on taking her on a SHIELD mission weeks later. As it was, she’d ended up with them, fit like a glove, and had stayed on indefinitely, causing the Hounds to readjust their plans.

He’d been subjected to a host of enhancements to create a desirable mutant to join the Avengers training, the Hounds lucking out with the one he ended up with. The quirks and twists of fate which had brought them all together just seemed too… coincidental for Steve’s liking. It was like someone was playing a huge game of chess, a game in which he was a pawn being passed around the board over which he had no say.

Steve looked up and his eyes settled on the darkened interior of the room he’d exited not long ago, on the body of his girl appearing small, fragile, easily broken upon the bed. In no more than a heartbeat of time, he knew whatever came next, there was nowhere he’d rather be than at her side for as long as she wanted him there.

“You’re worried, aren’t you?” Bruce murmured. “You think you’re not her soulmate?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. If I am, I did a bang up job of being what she needed, and if I’m not…” Steve sighed. “I’ll have to let her go. I don’t know if I can do that, Bruce.”

Getting to his feet, Bruce set his hand on Steve’s shoulder and squeezed. “Do you love her, Steve?”

“With everything I am.”

“Then if the worst happens, if you’re not her Helgi, you let her go because you love her and want her to be happy.” Patting Steve’s shoulder, Bruce left the room.

Sitting on the stool, Steve felt the crushing weight of despair settle over him, and let the silent tears course his cheeks for he knew Bruce was right.

***

When next you woke it was to complete silence and total darkness. Panic momentarily set in, wondering if you’d lost your hearing as well, before the steady thump of a heart at rest registered over the pounding of yours. Breathing out a shaky breath, you inhaled deeply, pulling the scent of Steve into your nose.

It was even stronger now, the loss of your sight heightening your other senses. You could smell the sweat on him, the tang of dirt and the copper scent of old blood. It made you wonder if he’d seen a shower since they’d brought you back or if he’d been perched at your bedside all this time. You figured option two was most likely the winner.

Shifting a little, the bed uncomfortable, causing an ache in your bones which had been there for days with your previous confinement, you grunted quietly and sighed at the state you were in. Was this, now, the extent of your life? If you were permanently blind, what good were you to the rest of them? What worth did you have to your team?

Confusion filled you, the host of insecurities Garry - Connor, dipshit - had caused to swell inside you suddenly rising, causing more tears to burn your eyes and stuff up your nose. You still didn’t know what was real and what was fake.

Clearly what had happened with Bucky was all lies. The former Winter Soldier would not be that angry if it hadn’t. And the stuff with Steve was also a fabrication by the shape-changing asshole, but what about Sam? Bruce? Tony? What about Sharon?

God! Steve had told you it was you he loved, but was it the heat of the moment? Why hadn’t he answered your question from before? And now with your vision in question, did you have any right to want to stay with him, to stay with-

“Hey, baby,” he called quietly, his large hand cupping your wet cheek. “It’s okay, doll face. You’re not alone.”

“Steve,” you sobbed, reaching for him. “I need out of this bed!”

“Shhh,” he whispered as he slipped his arms beneath you. “I got you.”

Slinging your casted arm around his neck, you buried your face in his shoulder as he lifted you, blankets and sheets dragging, catching between you, finally pulling free from the bed as he took you with him. His movements were careful, slow and smooth as he returned to his chair and held you in his lap.

“We’re going to figure this out,” he murmured against your hair.

Bending your elbow, you rested the hand in the sling against his heart and let the tears fall to soak his shirt. “I screwed up so bad,” you whispered. “It’s all my fault.”

“No. No, it isn’t,” he denied, running his hand down your back, and over your thigh. “Garry played us all for fools.”

“Not you. You never did trust him. I was so stupid.”

“You tried to see the best in him, that’s not stupid. He was very good at manipulation and very good at making you think he was us, but why didn’t you tell me about Bucky?”

Cringing internally, you tucked your chin down. “He’s your friend. I didn’t want to come between you. I guess… the first time he played Bucky was likely the day we’d run Clint’s gauntlet.”

“Sounds about right. That was the first instance FRIDAY noted two Bucky’s.”

“When he came at me on the firing range, he was Bucky. I wasn’t expecting it. I thought everything was good and fine with Garry. Bucky showed up as he always does, said the same things he always said, then all of a sudden it was this garbage about how he’d missed his chance to make a move and I was so… shocked. It shook me something fierce. Then he left, and ass hat showed up, and he just compounded what Bucky had said, that all these people had these feelings for me, but I never noticed cause I was too wrapped up in… you.”

“You still could have said something.”

“What was I supposed to say, Steve? Hey, by the way, your best friend confessed to having unrequited feelings for your girl?” you snorted softly, “Yeah right. I wasn’t about to kick that hornet’s nest, and he’d said he wasn’t going to do anything about it. Then shit got weird, and I was too confused to know what to do. It was like there was two of him.” Looking back, you should have been able to make the leap right there that there were two of him and that Garry was changing faces, but it hadn’t even occurred to you. “By the time he came at me with Sharon… I was in too deep. I told him to keep his distance, and he did, but only after warning me you were going to go back to her and I… I couldn’t handle…” The hitch in your breath was so painful.

“Why would you ever believe that?” Steve asked, hurt lacing his voice.

“He’s your oldest friend. Who better but Bucky to know what you would and wouldn’t do?”

Sighing heavily, Steve stood, causing you to clutch at him as he shifted you to the chair, letting your bare feet touch the cool tile floor.

Air moved. Clothing rustled. His footfalls were silent, but the speeding of his heart wasn’t. Apparently, he was pacing.

“Steve?”

Everything stopped. The only sound the steady thumping of his powerful heart. Then, shifting clothing again, the heat and weight of his hands on your knees, and the sound dropped down as he knelt to the floor. His hands slid back, caressed the length of your thighs in an action which should not have been so arousing in your current state of pain and distress, but his touch had always set you on fire. They closed at your hips, drew you forward, caused you to spread your knees with a quiet gasp as he wedged his broad torso between them. When his head came down on your stomach, the wetness of his tears soaked straight through your gown.

“Steve?” you asked again, flinching a little when you fought free of the sling to card your fingers through his hair. A rattle of breath shook his shoulders, and you waited, unable to comprehend what was happening.

“I am… so, so sorry,” he breathed against your belly.

“For what?” you asked, breathless.

His hands clenched into fists against your low back as he tugged you right to the edge of the seat. “For not telling you the truth when you asked about Sharon. I should have told you how much you mean to me, how much I love you. I should have said no a thousand times. I thought showing you was enough and I was wrong. All I did was play into your fears and push you away without knowing it.”

“Stevie.” Tears dripped steadily off your chin as you stroked his hair. “You did show me. It’s not your fault.”

“It is!” he cried, lurching up so he could press his face to your chest and hold you almost too tight. “And now… with what Loki said,” he gasped, shaking all over. “I can’t just get you back only to lose you again.”

Ignoring the way your shoulder twinged, you wrapped your arms around him. “What did that overgrown child tell you? Why would you lose me?” You’d never seen him like this, not that you could see him, but Steve sounded utterly desperate, voice cracking, heartbreaking, body shaking, broken.

“About… him, your sjelevenn. Helgi. You’re reborn to be with him, always. I’m just a stepping stone in your path to your soulmate.” He broke down, the sob harsh against your chest.

Your mouth fell open, shock keeping you momentarily mute before you were pulling at his hair, forcing his head back. “Steve! Steve, stop!”

His head lifted slowly from you, and you brought your fingers forward, drew them along his cheek, used them to walk the planes and angles you could now only see in your memory. Caressing the arch of his brow, the strong bridge of his nose, you wiped the wet from his cheek and tenderly cupped his chin. “Loki was right. I do return every life to find my sjelevenn, to search for Helgi. When I have my abilities as a Valkyrie, I know him on sight, but this was meant to be a quiet life, a life where I was to live and love as the mortals do, but that doesn’t mean I would be without him, without Helgi. I always wondered what twist of fate brought me to the Avengers when I was just… nothing, a normal girl. I wasn’t enhanced. I wasn’t anything special.”

“Dollface,” he sighed.

You pressed your thumb to his lips. “Hush, it’s my turn to talk.”

His lips opened, teeth nipping the pad of your thumb in a tease you refused to react to, no matter how badly you wanted to.

“But I wound up here, with everyone, with you. I remember the first time I saw you in person. You were geared up for the forthcoming mission, your suit the red, white and blue one you wear most often. You turned around when Natasha made to introduce me, and all I could think was… whoa, how are you so pretty?” His lips twitched beneath your thumb, a smile growing on his face. “When you took my hand and welcomed me to the team all soft smile and sparkling eyes, I think I fell in love with you right then. It was like I had been waiting for you for… ever.” Drawing him forward by the gentle grip on his chin, you rested your forehead against his. “How could you ever think you weren’t my sjelevenn?”

Every muscle in his body seemed to melt as he swayed into you. “I am?” he whispered, awe and hope so raw it was nearly painful to hear filled his voice.

“Why do you think I worked so hard to get your helmet off? I had to know, had to be sure. It’s you, Steve. It’s always you.” Now, you were thankful you had for, though you’d suspected it to be so, you’d confirmed it before losing your sight.

“Baby,” he sighed, right before his mouth found yours.

What started as tender and sweet, soon morphed into heated and desperate as you worked to remember the taste of him, the feel of his tongue and the texture of his lips. Everything was the same, yet somehow different as he tasted stronger. His scent was richer. The way his hands and lips moved across your flesh was more somehow. Everywhere he touched hummed with life and renewed desire as his hands delved beneath the thin hospital gown to skim the flesh of your inner thighs.

A heady moan escaped your lips when he freed them to drop his to your throat. He latched onto your pulse point, dragged his teeth over the rapidly hammering beat while his callused fingers delved between your thighs and rubbed over your quickly dampening folds.

“I missed you, darlin', so damn much. I was so scared we wouldn’t find you, wouldn’t get you back. These last two weeks have been hell,” he whispered, only to groan quietly when his fingers slipped between your folds and into your heat.

“Steve!” you gasped, unable to stop the rush of pleasure his fingers gave when they pressed up against your bundle of nerves and circled. “I don’t think… I’m cleared for…” a soft moan whimpered from you, “this kind of action!”

“Just gonna make you feel good, baby. So good. Need to show you how much I missed you, love you, need you. Let me make you feel good, then we’ll cuddle, and you can get some real sleep,” he coaxed, fingers never faltering in their actions.

“Oh god, Stevie,” you whimpered, rocking into his hand as his lips kissed down your chest, the ties on you gown suddenly coming loose. Cold air washed over your skin before his mouth closed over your nipple. Whining, high pitched and full of pleading, you moved against him, rocking and grinding into his wicked fingers. Tugging at his hair had him lifting his head only long enough to lap a trail over to your other nipple, suck and nip and tease it into a hard bud as well.

It felt like it had been eons since he’d touched you. Since desire had flown so freely through your veins. Arching back, you bit your lip to keep from crying out when the gradually tightening coil at your center finally broke, and you came on his hand like an untouched virgin in the first throes of passion.

“Fuck that was hot,” he growled, rubbing gently over your core as shudder after shudder raced through you.

Humming softly in pleasure, you rested your forearms on his shoulders, shivering when he finally pulled his hand away. He shifted you enough to tie the shoulders of your gown together, then scooped you up and settled you back into the seat in his lap.

The firm rod against your bottom made you snicker. “Seems you’re happy to see me.”

“Sweetheart, once you’re cleared for the more vigorous of activities, I’ll show you just how much.”

There was a dark promise in those words, one that set your womb clamping in anticipation. “Yes, Captain,” you yawned and snuggled into him. As you drifted into sleep, content for the moment, you wondered what had become of Garry?

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Through the Cat Eye

By: Allie Beals

On my way to the water dish I see my friend Dixie, staring outside the french doors. She tilts her head as to look in a different direction, the sunlight glistens from her bright yellow eyes. Specs of gold surround the ever so deeply black-pupil of each eye. Dixie’s eyes have always enchanted me. We cherish our eyes, they allow us to be great hunters and help us to communicate to one another. I can see in Dixie’s eyes that she has a plan, she wants to do something, but what? Dixie is bright, I can always feel her aura, it's a bright yellow similar to her enchanting eyes, but she’s young and naive. I'm getting old, my light is fading, it’s my responsibility to show her the ways of being. I need to make sure this kingdom I have created doesn’t crumble once my day comes.

"Kirby! I need your help!" Dixies message breaks my trance.

"Yes?" I reply.

"Let’s open these french doors! Lets go explore over there" Her posture fixated towards me, but her eyes lead to the french doors.

"Oh Dixie, you want to go there?" I act disgusted to mask my fear of the things beyond the french doors. I’ve seen big dogs and wild humans running through my view when I look into the windows. Beyond the door is just confusion and emptiness. I've gazed through the jumble of tall plants and trees that surround the kingdom, they seem to go on indefinitely.

“Just for a moment?” Dixie turns to face the glass as the sun sends a ripple of shine across her slick black coat.

"It’s winter, Dixie, we can’t go out there" I curl my tail around my postured body. Hopefully I can create an excuse.

Dixie tilts her head, her eyes convey confusion. "What do you mean winter?"

"It's called a season, and if you listened to me more often you'd understand. Winter isn't a great season. We could go, but it's too cold there, we don't belong."

"But I want to hunt-I want to explore!"

"I know you do, it's in your DNA, but inside our kingdom is where you belong- food is always given, warmth is always provided, and shelter is here to protect us from predators."

"How am I supposed to truly live if I fight what's inside? I don't understand."

"You should use your instincts to protect this kingdom. Those damn Flies in the summertime, do you expect the Dog to kill them? That's our jobs Dixie, we are the true protectors of this place, I need you to understand this before my time comes."

"Fine, whatever." Dixie sighs, I can tell she’s disappointed, but I can’t risk her getting lost or killed out there, she can be so selfish sometimes.

"Great, now come help me open the cabinet so we can get some treats." I flick my tail, slightly irritated, but I’ll get over it once we get something to eat and I take a nice nap.

Night falls abruptly, I wander the hallways and rooms that makeup my kingdom, searching for trespassers. Dixie and I patrol most of the night, the two of us make a nice team. Both of us blend perfectly into the shadows that the moon and darkness create most nights, but Dixie’s coat is all black, so her camouflage is exceptionally effective. Tonight the moon isn't out, and the kingdom is pitch black, the perfect conditions to sneak up on any unwanted guests. Surprisingly, Dixie is nowhere to be found, perhaps the humans placed her in the attic, or she’s asleep in a secret nook. This eerie feeling fills my bones as a breeze weaves through my whiskers. What was that. The wind? I think to myself there must be a logical explanation, the humans left the window open or the door… My senses lead me to a gaping tarnish in the wall, replacing where a french door barricaded. What the hell? I approach the dark mysterious hole, somewhat curious as to what could be within it. Unknown outlines appear through the hole, my eyes desperately try to adjust to the lighting in order to see the objects more clearly, my eyes are no longer what they once were. I have no problems navigating my kingdom in darkness, I’m used to the shadows that appear at night, I know the twists and turns of my turf. But out there? I might as well be blind. I sniff around the frame of the hole, Oh you’ve got to be kidding me. I stare straight into the darkness, shivers escalate down my spine as I place one paw onto the icy ground, scanning the endless darkness, I feel as lonely as ever, but a fire burns inside me, a fire to find my best friend.

Damp soft soil contaminates my white paws, how irritating. Around me, although it’s hard to see, is nothingness. Oh Dixie, where are you? I turn around to gaze at my kingdom, I’ve never seen something so enormous in my life. I can see gaps along the tall walls, two shine brightly, and through this gap I see one of my humans pass by. The sight of my kingdom sets my mind at ease, for just a moment, then I'm back worrying about Dixie.

How the hell am I supposed to find her?

Feelings of discouragement ripple my soul, making it difficult to even move. I sit down into the damp earth, I decided to look up, for no particular reason. Airbrush of lights fill the area far far above me, yet the lights I see are so clear, so beautiful, they remind me of Dixies eyes.

I close my eyes, still sitting and my head faces upwards, I relax my muscles, I begin to Purr. This is a secret I learned from an old friend, her name was Trixie. When I was young she taught me how to heal my soul and body through the art of purring. It only works when I quiet my mind, let ideas roll through my head without any extension of thought on them. I can relieve pain and tap into my intuition. It’s a difficult thing to achieve, that’s why only my species can do so. No dog, no fish, no bird, and especially no human, could ever understand. I possess this ability, I can heal my own wounds, I can alleviate any uncomfort I feel at anytime. So I relax, I empty my mind and begin to purr.

As I'm sitting and purring, my mind feels warm, it seems to vibrate in the ways I often do when stalking prey. I feel my body raise us from the ground, I feel this pulling at my body, like the time those humans tried to put a leash on me, pulling of my whole body, forwards more and more, I cannot fight this. Swiftly, like a feather that floats in the air, I’m guided through the damp soil, then onto a cold hard rough surface.

I arrive at the end of this path, a black path that feels unnatural beneath my paws. I open my eyes now, I see a large gazing light hovering far above me, brighter than the ones I saw earlier, yet not as bright as the sun. The light illuminates in a way that I am able to see in front of me and around, this is so strange. Another black path split apart two sections of earth, I see trees on the other side, bushes, and kingdom much similar to my own.

A new light emmergess, appearing to come towards me up the black path-

~VROOOOOMMMMMM-Skrrrrrrt~

Okay- actually though, WHAT was that? I didn't get a good look, but I see a strange monster fly down the black path, away from me, thankfully.

Another light appears, and one after that, I quickly hide beneath a bush, gazing out as I watch the monsters fly by me, good thing I’m such a great hider. I can't recall ever seeing anything as fast, I shut my eyes and try to relax, yet I can't reach any state of comfort.

~Vroooooooo~

A new monster approaches, my eyes creep open to glance, as an odd need to look once again comes over me. I see the monster whip by, and a sudden blue gleem appears in my far left view. I snap my head as to look into the direction of the mystery. No hope for these eyes, must have been a trick, as the truth of darkness faces all around me. I let out a sigh, aching to turn around and retreat. Why am I here? Being cowardly, Dixie needs me, the light in her soul will help guide me, maybe she was naive, but never afraid.

As yet another monster passes by, I see something different, in the bush across the black path, two glowing blue and yellow eyes. At a glance they appear to be lights in the bush, but my intuition tells me otherwise. Suddenly my paws are moving, again out of my control, they lead me across the monster runway. My senses enhance, I smell the familiar aroma of the kingdom I know so well, it’s got to be her, it’s just got to be. I walk over to the bush, gazing in I see Dixie.

She seems weak, in a fragile state, she doesn't even notice me.

“Dixie” I nudge her.

“K-Kirby?” She chirps “Wha- you came for me?”

“Of course Dixie, I need you and I love you, are you okay?”

“I-I don’t know...I think...I was attacked…” Dixie winces, her leg is hurt badly, I feel redness matted down on her black coat. I look into her eyes, they glow despite the darkness, yet they are empty. Is Dixie Dying? I can feel her aura it’s cold blue, not the blue you may see in the sky or the blue that glistens off the snow, but a dark, cold, and lonely blue.

“I don't think I can walk, Kirby...I’m dumb for believing that there was anything… anything good beyond the french doors, I really don’t think I’m okay.” Her breaths are slow and forced, she cant move her broken leg and the rest of her body seems to be nonfunctioning. I lay next to her, as close as I can be.

“Dixie, you need to feel right now. Hear me, but don't focus on my acknowledgments.” I shut my eyes, and let reality fade out ever so slowly-

“Kirby, this isn't real... I know you tried teaching me before, the dog told me you're full of it...Ple-Please just leave me be, I hold you back and I don't belong in the kingdom...” Dixie rests her head on the wet soil, her black coat blends in perfectly with the ground, if it wasn't for the bright lights of passing monsters I wouldn't see her at all. She never listens to me, or maybe I’m just not listening to her. There is no reason for us to have such disagreements, we are the same, I see the old me in her all the time, so I listen. Her heart beats slowly, her breath is now shaky, I feel her losing energy and her light. I view myself as her, never before have I felt empathy at such a degree, we are the same.

I let out a cry as to gain her attention, she looks at me wide eyed, I never cry to her like like that. We stare at each other, and our eyes are locked, her ears lower, not breaking the gaze for even a second to blink. I feel a new vibration, it allows me to stare straight into her soul.

“Shut your eyes” I signal, as my eyes slowly close, she does the same, I feel her following my every move.

“Forget your ears, forget your nose, forget your whiskers” I signal to her, she complies. Now is the time, no longer in the reality we once knew, we are in a bright green pasture full of flowers and sunlight. The french doors are there but nothing else, no walls, no kingdom, just the two of us, the french doors, and earth. I see Dixie dazed and confused, she looks at me then she looks down at her paws. Suddenly, she jumps around and runs in the grass, I feel her ask me where we are, and if we are dead. I simply don’t reply, I lay in the gass and begin to purr. She gravitates towards me once again, settling down. You ever wonder why we have 9 lives Dixie? I ask her, staring, she reads my thoughts crystal clear. We aren't dead, you know this. Now listen to yourself, look at your leg right now. You're in good health. Dixie lays next to me, she stretches her legs and her toes, allowing the grass to overtake her body. In this moment she is pure, and full of life. I feel her utilize all the energy around her. She purrs, though they appear more like roars, so loud and strong they vibrate the grass and the flowers, everything begins to dance around us. Both of us continue to purr in unison. Follow me, I signal. Dixie raises up and trails behind me as we weave our way in the grass towards the french doors. Things aren't always as they appear Dixie, we are not lost, we are not dead, we are home. We pass through the french doors and suddenly we are inside the kingdom once again. We both open our eyes.

The kingdom is dark and quiet, just how we like it. Dixie looks at me, her face is changed, her aura is now a soft white and yellow, even her eyes have changed, the appear even more golden. She gives me a slow blink, thanking me for saving her. I look at her and blink back, telling her that she doesn't need to thank me, that she’s had that ability all along.

I'm no longer the soul keeper of this kingdom, Dixies earned her place among the throne, it’s now the two of us, together.

“Now what do you say we sneak into the cabinet and get a treat” I lick my paws as to get some of the dirt off before gazing towards the food pantry. Dixies eyes light up with excitement, she prances in front of me, jumping upon the tables and chairs as we make our way into the kitchen.

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I laughed and they said, do not you? I cried, they said, do not smile? .. Basmat they said, I saw them I thought they said what was silent .. Silence They said Kalil tongue spoken, they said a lot of words .. Dreamed, they said the cowardly act, even if he was avenging revenge .. Besalt and said to be ashamed of him and was not surprised if they say .. "If the mind was as much as the words of men, then it would have been the greatest of men's minds. If science were as much as keeping matters, the pupil would have been wider than his teacher. , Even if the ignorance on the virtues of the wicked did not have influence, even if the money as much as the mind was the richest people wise, and the poorest people And the most kings and leaders. "Mustafa al-Sibai is a life driven by your mind, much better than a life led by people's words." William Shakespeare People do not do justice to the neighborhood among them, even if they are left with remorse. "Zaki Naguib Mahmoud is never afraid to raise your voice for truth and truth and for sympathy against injustice, lies and greed, if he did All people will .. The world will change. - William Faulkner Pain Types: There are reduced pains assessed If people suffer from pain more than one or two degrees, if we suffer in the struggle for an idea, for example, , People refuse to believe him, except for a few .. They do not believe him because when they looked at the owner saw that his head is not that head, who must be in their eyes the head of the suffering for the cause of high that whole lift .. They then refuse to sympathize With no sympathy; without being in their position this is something of the spirit of evil anyway. "- Feodor Dostoevsky (Russian writer). "Abd al-Rahman al-Kawakibi is the telling of nature to us that the mind of man is capable of doubling the rate of his work enormously if he needs to. So, if you want to raise people's reform, keep their minds working. "- Stephen Hawking The rebellious or rebellious man may become a popular hero who is respected by people, but rebellious rebellious women seem abnormal or abnormal. Misleading minds, fixed do not change as well as b For the world, dictators are developing a series of approaches that exclude any portrayal of the world as an issue or problem and focus on showing it in the form of a fixed entity, or as something given, something that people, as mere spectators, must adapt to. People are afraid of the unknown, but ignorance becomes a blessing when knowledge is scary. - Laurel Hamilton I have scars on my hands from touching some people. - Jerome David Salinger The common way people give up their power is to believe they have no power. Among all kinds of tyranny, tyranny practiced for the benefit of its victims is the most severe It is perhaps better to live in a system of emperors of corruption to live under the absolute authority of the advocate of virtue who intervene in what does not concern them .. The injustice practiced by the tycoons may sometimes come to a standstill, and their greed may reach saturation, but those who oppress us for our benefit as They say, they will continue to oppress them indefinitely, because they are doing it with a relaxed conscience. - CS Lewis How anyone can know everything about all people. - Freud was a criminal person like other people and the only difference was that he was caught in a blaze. George Bernard Shaw Become your friend as outdoor air, solitude, food and medicine from people who can not "Friedrich Nietzsche is forbidden to kill because he will be punished because this is a crime, but if you kill many people you will be saved from punishment, but you will be honored ... because you are a hero in the war." Voltaire

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Many people spend a lot of time and effort avoiding problems, rather than trying to solve them. People think that feeling happy is the result of success but the opposite is true. Success is the result of feeling happy. The best people were the minds of those who were not uprooted, and the people brought the answer of those who did not get angry. Do not care about the speed of work, but its quality, because people do not ask you how much you have finished it, but look at its proficiency and quality of manufacture. In the revolution there are two types of people, those who revolutionize and those who benefit from it. Some people see things as they are and wonder why, and others dream of things that have never been and they wonder why not. Make people love you when you leave your position, as they love you when you receive them. More people lie than talk a lot about himself. Most people at power are evil. There is no word in the dictionary of many meanings and varied and contrasted as much as the word I love you .. I almost say that this word has meanings as much as the number of people, ie four thousand million meaning. You have to remember Allaah, it is medicine and you and people, it is a disease. Learn the science and teach people and learn the reverence and tranquility and humbleness to whom you learned from him and to whom you have learned and do not be the greatness of scientists do not Gehlkm knowledge. People loved me who raised me. The stupidest people who wandered in the last trip had a boat house. If people are rich in this world, then hasten with me with Allah, and if they rejoicing in the world, then you will be pleased with Allah, and if they forget their loved ones, then I will make you believe in Allah, and if you know their kings and their kinsfolk and bring them closer to them, they will receive their pride and honor. 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Don't bother who is ignoring you But care for the one who ignore people for you I laughed and they said, do not you? I cried, they said, do not smile? .. Basmat they said, I saw them I thought they said what was silent .. Silence They said Kalil tongue spoken, they said a lot of words .. Dreamed, they said the cowardly act, even if he was avenging revenge .. Besalt and said to be ashamed of him and was not surprised if they say .. "If the mind was as much as the words of men, then it would have been the greatest of men's minds. If science were as much as keeping matters, the pupil would have been wider than his teacher. , Even if the ignorance on the virtues of the wicked did not have influence, even if the money as much as the mind was the richest people wise, and the poorest people And the most kings and leaders. "Mustafa al-Sibai is a life driven by your mind, much better than a life led by people's words." William Shakespeare People do not do justice to the neighborhood among them, even if they are left with remorse. "Zaki Naguib Mahmoud is never afraid to raise your voice for truth and truth and for sympathy against injustice, lies and greed, if he did All people will .. The world will change. - William Faulkner Pain Types: There are reduced pains assessed If people suffer from pain more than one or two degrees, if we suffer in the struggle for an idea, for example, , People refuse to believe him, except for a few .. They do not believe him because when they looked at the owner saw that his head is not that head, who must be in their eyes the head of the suffering for the cause of high that whole lift .. They then refuse to sympathize With no sympathy; without being in their position this is something of the spirit of evil anyway. "- Feodor Dostoevsky (Russian writer). "Abd al-Rahman al-Kawakibi is the telling of nature to us that the mind of man is capable of doubling the rate of his work enormously if he needs to. So, if you want to raise people's reform, keep their minds working. "- Stephen Hawking The rebellious or rebellious man may become a popular hero who is respected by people, but rebellious rebellious women seem abnormal or abnormal. Misleading minds, fixed do not change as well as b For the world, dictators are developing a series of approaches that exclude any portrayal of the world as an issue or problem and focus on showing it in the form of a fixed entity, or as something given, something that people, as mere spectators, must adapt to. People are afraid of the unknown, but ignorance becomes a blessing when knowledge is scary. - Laurel Hamilton I have scars on my hands from touching some people. - Jerome David Salinger The common way people give up their power is to believe they have no power. Among all kinds of tyranny, tyranny practiced for the benefit of its victims is the most severe It is perhaps better to live in a system of emperors of corruption to live under the absolute authority of the advocate of virtue who intervene in what does not concern them .. The injustice practiced by the tycoons may sometimes come to a standstill, and their greed may reach saturation, but those who oppress us for our benefit as They say, they will continue to oppress them indefinitely, because they are doing it with a relaxed conscience. - CS Lewis How anyone can know everything about all people. - Freud was a criminal person like other people and the only difference was that he was caught in a blaze. George Bernard Shaw Become your friend as outdoor air, solitude, food and medicine from people who can not "Friedrich Nietzsche is forbidden to kill because he will be punished because this is a crime, but if you kill many people you will be saved from punishment, but you will be honored ... because you are a hero in the war." Voltaire Let your face be a name and your words are soft, you shall love the people who give them gold and silver. Do not like the man Tntnth, but the one who led the Secretariat and stop the symptoms of people, he is the man. From Gad Sad, and from the scorn of disobedience, and that the best people of those who did not. Of the people grow up zł. And the war, if they knew, would not be raging in the fringes of the guns, but in the hearts and minds of the people. It is forbidden to kill because you will be punished because this is a crime, but if you kill many people you will be saved from punishment, but you will be honored because you are a hero in the war. And people are interested in life and I do not see .. The length of life is more than non-stray .. If you lacked ammunition did not find the asset is the best business. Whenever success comes from good planning and constant perseverance coupled with the opportunity, people consider it fortunate. Many people spend a lot of time and effort avoiding problems, rather than trying to solve them. People think that feeling happy is the result of success but the opposite is true. Success is the result of feeling happy. The best people were the minds of those who were not uprooted, and the people brought the answer of those who did not get angry. Do not care about the speed of work, but its quality, because people do not ask you how much you have finished it, but look at its proficiency and quality of manufacture. In the revolution there are two types of people, those who revolutionize and those who benefit from it. Some people see things as they are and wonder why, and others dream of things that have never been and they wonder why not. Make people love you when you leave your position, as they love you when you receive them. More people lie than talk a lot about himself. Most people at power are evil. There is no word in the dictionary of many meanings and varied and contrasted as much as the word I love you .. I almost say that this word has meanings as much as the number of people, ie four thousand million meaning. You have to remember Allaah, it is medicine and you and people, it is a disease. Learn the science and teach people and learn the reverence and tranquility and humbleness to whom you learned from him and to whom you have learned and do not be the greatness of scientists do not Gehlkm knowledge. People loved me who raised me. The stupidest people who wandered in the last trip had a boat house. If people are rich in this world, then hasten with me with Allah, and if they rejoicing in the world, then you will be pleased with Allah, and if they forget their loved ones, then I will make you believe in Allah, and if you know their kings and their kinsfolk and bring them closer to them, they will receive their pride and honor. The happiest people are thinking about the most fun ideas. To say there is a good work of art but not understood by the general public as if we say that there is very good food but most people can not eat it. Whoever thinks that he is ever satisfied, is about to please no one. People in the prowess of the idiot, cheat and decent. If people are asked to delete the words and curiosity of their words, the silence in their councils to replace the speech. Addressing people by their names I think our names are the most beautiful thing you hear our ears address people by their names. People are not separated from the conflict except the Book of the House of Heaven, and if they return to their minds, each of them mind. If people dispense with the world, then fasten you with Allah, and if they rejoicing in the world, then you will be pleased with Allah, and if they forget their loved ones, then I will make you forget Allah. From the homeland of his heart when his Lord dwelt and rested, and those who sent him in the people were troubled and became anxious. A person has to do what the people preach about him, as he also has to preach to people what he does. I'm not sad because people do not know me, but I'm sad because I do not know them. He rewarded the people with deceit, and his servants are treacherous. Many people think they understand what they imagine. They say to me: If you knew yourself, I would know all the people, and I would say to them, "Do not know myself first, until I know all men." It is strange that people love us and I am able to disrupt our lives. Of people's benefits that they can not hide their disadvantages long. The evil of people is that whose vengeance harms himself and people. People are born free, but they enslave wherever they go. People who know little talk a lot, but those who know a lot talk little. O people, the piece of gold may fall into the mud, but it will remain gold, and the tin is not like gold, and evil is not as good, and the black night is not bright, like the bright shining, and the Jew is not like the Muslim, even if he put in his possession the weapons of this world. 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