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palbabor-writes · 4 years ago

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Lá Bealtaine

Pairing: Choso x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of blood, cunnilingus, SMUT, NSFW/18+only, loss of virginity - if you squint, using sex to mask feelings & trauma, mild JJK manga spoilers; but if you’ve seen the anime you’re pretty caught up on this stuff

Word Count: 4732

“Why do you let them––us, stay?”

You lift your head, blinking at his obsidian surveyance. “What am I supposed to do? Say no? Not like I put an advertisement on the door: seeking dangerous men and nefarious spirits, inquire within. I’m not wanting to die, you know? Besides, it’s not all bad.”

“Name one thing that’s not bad about this,” Choso demands, his tone clipped.

Why? Why does he care? You’re not someone he can save. There’s no room for you. You aren’t family.

“Only one thing? Well, that’s easy,” you continue, the steady lull of your voice jerking him out of his musings. “You.”

Notes: hehe, when i said i had Choso brain rot i was not joking. this dude has been on my mind for weeks, ya’ll. WEEKS. special thanks to @libiraki & @kugutsuu for beta editing! if you haven’t checked out their works please stop what you are doing & scuttle yourself over there bc you are missing out.

Lá Bealtaine [l̪ˠaː ˈbʲal̪ˠt̪ˠən��ə] 'the bright or yellow day of Beltane' - a time of fire and fertility.

It started with a touch. A simple interaction; but it sticks to the back of his mind and the heat of your hand lingers, a remembrance that he can’t shake.

He’d returned to the dingy bowels of the hideout, boots echoing over the well-worn floor as he made his way to his customary seat; unaware of the blood that oozed from the strip above his nose. Legs and arms are heavy as he slots himself into the chair, his eyes drooping closed as he leans his dark head against the cushions.

Two weeks.

Choso’s younger brothers were killed two weeks ago. Leaving him alone; adrift in his loss, his failure as an elder brother. The remembrance of them stung in the morning and was an ache by afternoon, but in the night’s darkness it burned.

He will have his chance, he reminds himself, furrowing his brow; seeking the faint traces of the other six who need him to press on, and the hollow twinge of the two who need vengeance. The 31st is only fourteen days away; he can wait. He can–

The pressure of the sudden touch makes him jerk; coal-dark eyes snapping open, searching for the source. You’re standing above him, hand outstretched, the pad of your thumb delicately catching the long forgotten drip of blood against his cheek.

“You shouldn’t touch that,” he says, voice gruff in the vacant emptiness of the space; but he doesn’t shift, meeting your frank gaze unblinkingly.

“Oh?” you question, swiping the sullied digit across your pants, tacking the deep crimson into the material of your jeans.

“It’s poison,” Choso clarifies. The spot you’d stroked your thumb down is tingling. Exhaustion, he muses, itching his nails into the thick fabric of his loose pants. He’s imagining it; there’s no other explanation.

“You’re not going with the others?”

What? How can he? They’re dead. Ah, no. He’s not thinking clearly. You don’t mean his brothers; you mean Getō.

“No,” he quips, lifting the back of his hand to his cheek, wanting to quell that spreading warmth that you’ve left him with.

“Then you don’t need this, right?” You gesture to the mess of game pieces and the forgotten board that is scattered across the low table in front of him. He shakes his head and you begin the steady process of tidying up, collecting the mismatched jumble into your arms, folding the rest into the tattered box before you step away.

Choso closes his eyes again, steadying his breaths, finding the pulse of the blood that thrums within him. Nothing is out of place. So why does his cheek feel like it’s on fire? There’s no reason for it. Is he this starved for a connection that he’s latching onto the first interaction he receives?

His onyx eyes follow you as you walk across the matted flooring. You own this space; have struck some kind of deal with Getō and the others, permitting them to come and go, quietly cleaning up their messes, and ducking out of sight when they gather within the confines of the darkness; talking through the plans, the ins and outs of the sealing and the massacre that they hope to spread throughout the underground station of the pre-ordained prefecture.

In the grand scheme of things you’re nothing. Why waste energy focusing on you? It won’t matter in fourteen days.

The clink of the cup on the table rattles him out of his thoughts and Choso peers into the depths of your clear gaze once more. “What is it?” he queries, running a broad hand down his face, hoping the pull will make him forget the persistent warmth that’s radiating from the spot you’d touched.

“You look tired. Drink that and get some rest.”

“Giving orders now?”

“Sure,” you grin, cocking your head at Choso’s curled lips and wrinkled nose. “That’s a good one. Like any of you would ever listen to me.”

What’s this called? Self deprecating humor? Well, whatever it is, Choso doesn’t enjoy the brittle tone your voice has drifted into. It doesn’t suit you and that low annoyance that’s been brewing under his skin is coming closer and closer to the surface. His fingers are on the cup before he can properly sort through his mismatched emotions, but he doesn’t miss the lift of your lips when he gulps the scalding tea down his throat.

Why does he care? You don’t matter. You’re no one to him.

“Easy,” you tut, shaking your head at his sharp gaze. “You’ll burn yourself.”

So? He’d rather feel something burn than linger into the uneasy pull of an ache.

Choso looks for you when he enters, shifting past the others. You’re tucked toward the back, brows creased and head down. It’s a smart move, but the frightened hunch you’ve adopted bothers him more than it used to.

“We have a few minutes,” Getō announces to the gathering, dark eyes bright as they fall on his impassive face. “And Mahito is always late.”

There’s an implication behind it, but Choso opts to ignore that uneasy instinct, already turning. He’s just going to ask you for tea; that’s all. When you spy him, you smile and that spot on his cheek flares, remembering the sweep of your thumb.

“Lucky you caught me,” you tell him, hands busy with the rattling cups. “I was about to go.”

He narrows his eyes, watching the curve of your neck, the stretch of your fingers, and the uneasy twitch of your shoulders. This sort of existence doesn’t suit you. You’re the antithesis of this; normal, kind, unabashedly human. So why do you…

“Why do you let them––us, stay?”

“Name one thing that’s not bad about this,” Choso demands, his tone clipped.

Why? Why does he care? You’re not someone he can save. There’s no room for you. You aren’t family.

“Only one thing? Well, that’s easy,” you continue, the steady lull of your voice jerking him out of his musings. “You.”

Choso shakes his head, openly scowling at your answer. “Me?” he sputters, sucking his teeth and pressing his clenched fists into the long table that you stand behind.

“Yeah,” you confirm, pouring the steaming water over the leaves, wafting the fragrant essence of the tea between his clenched jaw and your ducked head.

“I don’t… that is...I...” Choso begins, but fumbles into silence when he catches sight of your eyes, half hidden behind the sweep of your lashes. It doesn’t make sense. None of this makes sense. “You’re strange,” he finishes, huffing a belabored sigh between his pursed lips, but when you laugh he can’t help a faint smile.

It will feel disloyal later, that burst of momentary happiness, but right now he doesn’t mind the distraction; cupping the yunomi between his palms, catching your fingers before they can pull away, enjoying the warmth you transude into his chilled hands.

Nothing holds. Choso knows this better than most. All things, given time, change. It is an inevitability. Something he’s known intrinsically, and clung to, all those years; when the only constant was the beating of his brother’s hearts beside him. But change rarely announces itself, content in its own emergence; the omnipotence of its bite.

Something has shifted.

“You didn’t go again?” You ask one night, sitting beside him, a cooling mug between your fingertips.

“Didn’t see the need,” he tells you, an outstretched legs brushing against yours.

“You’re different… you know that?” A smile hidden within your words.

“So are you.” He likes that, he thinks. He likes it more than he should.

“Can I ask you something?”

“What?”

You bite your lip and he watches the press of your teeth, hoping you’ll split the skin.

“Come closer and I’ll tell you.” You bargain, coyly shaking your head.

“I’m close enough and I don’t like games,” he grumbles, hoping you won’t leave it at that, because while it’s true that he doesn’t like games, he’s enjoying this give and take.

“Please?”

There’s something intoxicating about that gentle sound and he turns, wordlessly following your crooked finger. He towers over your seated form, but you don’t let that imbalance hang, hands tugging against the white of his shirt, urging him to kneel between your spread legs. When he settles, you curl your fingers against his jaw, smoothing that blistering heat over his icy skin until he’s pressing forward, resting his heavy forehead against yours.

You’re so warm, he inwardly gasps, his breaths coming in pants. So warm he fears he might grow addicted to this heady intimacy. “What do you want?” Choso asks, the deep timbre of his voice quaking.

“You.” It’s such a simple answer; how like you.

“I am here,” he replies, half drunk on the feel of your skin.

“Yes, but what if I told you I want more?”

That question casts him into the darkness. He’s unused to this; doesn’t know what to do, what to say; he’s been sealed for so long, too long, and he feels wobbly, lightheaded, but he tries to reach, his fingers grasping at the base of your neck, pulling you toward... toward…

The clatter of the front door startles you both, and he’s on his feet, eyes wild as they look down on your parted lips, and the furrowed confusion of your brow. Your hands are still upturned, waiting for his.

The others step into the space and when he blinks again you’re already gone; your chair vacant, the warmth you’d shared evaporating into the unfeeling cruelty of the chilled air. Shit, Choso curses, grinding his teeth.

Something has shifted; it will be impossible to tear himself away from you now.

It’s only been a day, but he can’t stop staring at you. He doesn’t hide his blatant gaze, obsidian eyes tracking each step, hungrily snapping to yours each time you come near. You do nothing to lessen this itching want that’s raging within him, leaning close, pressing your hand against his shoulder as you gather the discarded cups that are scattered between them, asking him if there’s anything else he needs, your breath hot against his ear.

He’s unsure if he likes this.

But each time you shift away he wants to drag you back.

When they leave, used to his excuses, and his protestations that as long as the mission doesn’t involve Itadori Yuji or Kugisaki Nobara he’s uninterested, he stands; head turning, searching for you.

Ah. There you are.

He’s against you in an instant, stiff hands cupping you, greedy to touch, to hold. You squirm, a laugh bubbling from your lips, swatting his wide palms from the tempting swell of your hips. “What’s gotten into you?” As if you don’t know.

“Tch,” he scolds, “you’ve been toying with me all evening. You said you wanted more yesterday, so show me.”

You breathe out a chuckle, bemused by his enthusiasm and take his hand in yours, leading him down a hallway. He’s never been back here, but he follows, trying to steady the thudding of his heart. Controlling his life’s blood is second nature to him, so why does this feel like it’s a losing battle?

The room you open is dark, but he can make out the shape of a futon, stark against the mats, and his eyelids flutter, too overwhelmed by the realness of this befuddling situation to look. To distract himself, he pulls you against the slope of his chest, splaying his fingers against the sweep of your collarbone. You twist in his loose hold, folding your arms around his powerful neck.

“Do you still want this?”

Choso unsticks his tongue from the roof of his mouth, gulping down a wavering breath. “I already told you,” he begins, his voice gravel, “show me more. Show me what else you want to do with me.”

“Can I kiss you?” you inquire, dipping your head enticingly, catching his wandering attention, urging him nearer. He doesn’t answer, electing to tap his lips against yours, clumsily pressing until the tip of his nose digs into your cheek. It’s easy to feel your heartbeat like this, and he wraps his arms around your lower back, eliminating the meager distance that was trapped between your heaving chests.

You let him steady himself, careful to keep your movements slow, but the squish of his face and the jerk of his hands tugs a bated humph of discomfort from you and he breaks away, elegant brows crumpled as he searches for the source of your discontent.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you amend, smiling at his obvious pout. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Hmm?” Choso questions, stroking a palm up your spine, a smirk quirking the corner of his mouth when you draw in a gasp.

You cup your hands beside his ears, fingers sinking into the dark tangles of his hair as you lure him back to your parted lips. “Open your mouth.”

He does as he’s told and you mold him against you, lapping your tongue over his, earning a shuddering moan and a sharp caress as he coils his hand around your throat. It’s easier this way and Choso steadily follows your lead, mimicking your sucks and teasing bites. Teeth clash when he reaches for more but he eases the sting with a flick of his tongue, and you nibble his lower lip in retaliation, pleased he’s so malleable.

Your fingers fall to the sash that rests above his stomach and he grunts when you pull at it, easing it away with a stable unwinding. His breaths are heavy against your kiss shined lips, but he keeps perfecting his new found techniques, sweeping chapped skin until it’s worn smooth by the wetness of your tongue. His own hands are preoccupied with your neck and the gentle underside of your jaw, fingertips pressing until you can sense the pound of your heart within his grasp.

“What are you trying to do?” you ask between his frantic presses. “It’s like you wanna match my pulse, or something.”

“Worry about yourself,” he grouses, ill-pleased with your answering laugh. “It’s going to take forever if you go that slow.”

You shove your palms against his chest and he stumbles backwards, his booted feet loud against the heavy mats, dark eyes flashing up at yours as his face falls into a deep-seated glower. “What?! What was... why did you…”

His angry retorts melt into nothingness when you fling your shirt over your head, sending the thin fabric fluttering to the ground. The sudden exposure leaves him gaping, unsure of himself once more, but you ease the shock, grasping his limp hand in yours, guiding it over the dip of your stomach, and up the flow of your side.

“Let’s play fair, huh?” you tease, tapping a kiss to his cheek, careful to land it in the same spot your thumb had touched weeks ago. Choso nods, obsidian eyes wide as his fingers trace over your goose-prickled skin. “Alright, well, it’s your turn.”

His gaze snaps back to yours, whisking over your face; as if he’s searching for some kind of answer in the lift of your nose, or the plushness of your lips. Whatever it is, he seems to have found it because he ducks his head to yours, resting his brow against the crown of your temple, hands lifting to his own clothing, making quick work of the intricate knots and folds of the fabric.

The gleam of his skin in the moonlight takes your breath away, and you reach for him as he eases the black off of the white, sliding your warmth over the coldness of his bared pectorals. He’s smooth; skin as soft as freshly cleaved talc, or a scattering of downy feathers, and you keep stroking until he’s shaking under your touch, his exhales unsteady against your face.

“I think I have more blemishes on my fingers and arms than you do on your entire body. You’re so soft,” you tell him, tracing an outspread hand against his muscled abdomen.

“I’m... this is a new manifestation,” he answers, hoping the strangeness of him, of his half human, half cursed being, won’t drive you away.

“Hmm,” you nod, pulling him down for another kiss. “It feels nice.”

He’s slow to undress. Not because he doesn’t want to see more of you, he’s simply distracted, too focused on touching what bits of you are revealed; the arc of your hips, the tipped buds of your breasts, and the line of your legs. But you’re like water; slipping through the gaps of his fingers, leaving him wanting, unsatisfied with his fragile hold.

When the last scrap of clothing is off, he waits, his cheeks flushed and mouth dry. “Now what?”

“Do you want me to touch you first?” you ask, that tantalizing smile lifting your lips.

“No,” he asserts, shaking his dark head. “I want to learn you before that...so show me.”

“You’re very unusual.” Tilting your head as you take his hand, leading him to your futon. “You know that?” you continue, tumbling him over you as you splay across the crisp sheets.

“Says the woman who is letting me between her legs,” Choso smarts, finding your lips in the gathering darkness. “Stop stalling; show me.”

With a pleased sigh, you reach for his hand again, looping your fingers around his as you guide him to the juncture of your thighs. You work one away from the others, gliding it along the ridges of your folds, showing him how you like to be touched. After his initial gawping and mystified rumblings of, ‘so wet,’ and half croaked, ‘fucks,’ he shifts closer, easing onto his haunches as he curiously follows your lessons.

“There,” he hisses, onyx gaze catching your twitching stomach and jerking hips. “Teach me how to do that.”

You work him to that apex, using your other hand to lift the slippery hood of your clit, showing him how to press and tap against the spongy nub. He’s a quick learner, his eyes falling from yours to watch the flutter and quaver of your cunt.

“Move your hand,” he tells you, resting his lips against the hollow of your neck, his tongue lapping over your pulse. When you untwine your fingers from his he waits, lips too busy sucking a bruise into your skin; reaching for that unsteady thump of your heart.

Bump-bump-ba-bump.

Yes. This will do. He’s caught the rhythm; can almost sense the flow of your blood, and see the surge of your clit under his touch.

The next frig of his digit has you gasping out his name, legs unfurling, knees shaking beside his ribs, your head flopping back onto the futon with a dull thump as you arch into his hold. Choso reapplies the pressure, adding the pad of his thumb, leaving it opposite his seeking forefinger, squeezing until you’re clawing your blunt nails down the sheets.

“You look good like this,” he smirks, looming over your heaving figure, licking his wet tongue along the valley of your breasts. “What else can you show me?”

Your fingers’ grip into his hair and you yank him from you, one brow delicately arched as you take in his irascible scowl. “You could put your mouth to better use…”

There’s no need to elaborate, and he’s wedged between your thighs before you can fully blink, ravenous lips slurping kisses and bites into the tender skin; he’s asking another question, but you can’t hear when he’s touching you like that, his fingers doggedly pressing at your clit, jerking more moans from your throat.

“Wh-what?” you ask, breath stolen before it’s past your quivering mouth.

“I said,” Choso pants, lifting his inky head and fixing you with a dazed stare. “I can feel your heartbeat.”

“Does that matter?” you laugh, popping onto your elbows to regard him inquisitively.

“It helps,” he answers cryptically and you jab your toes against his arm.

“Helps with what?”

“You’ll see. Do you care if I experiment?” He lifts his fingers from you, sucking the dripping pads into his mouth as he waits for your answer.

“Knock yourself out,” you gape, biting your lip between your teeth.

His dark eyes glaze before he averts them, an appreciative smile gentling his sharp features. “Good,” he replies, easing one bent leg over his broad shoulder, sparing you a last glance before sealing his lips to your throbbing folds.

It starts slowly; a deep shudder that seems to radiate from your core before pooling against your extremities, making your fingers twitch and your muscles spasm incrementally. But Choso is mindful of the power that he’s found, and he eases you onto his tongue, helping you to relax with steady sucks, avoiding that all important button that is distending above his nose. He can almost hear the rush of your blood, can sense where to press with each swell of your slick folds, and he follows unquestionably; pleased he can lose himself in this, in you.

He taps his thumb against your entrance, eyes opening, searching over the curve of your breasts to see you, to watch what kind of expression you’ll make when he finally breaches this boundary. The sheer heat of you takes him aback, and he groans, his low voice vibrating over your twitching cunt, and you reward his elation with another moan, his name falling from your lips.

What is this?

He’s drowning and all he’s done is taste you. Will he die if this goes further? Or will it burn? Lapping away the remnants of his regret until there’s nothing left of him but splintered bone.

“Choso,” you breathe, fingers latching into his wayward hair. “More, please… it’s not enough.”

He rotates his thumb before easing it out, making room for the wide push of his index finger, tongue lifting to swirl around the pulsing nub of your clit, and teeth grazing until you’re squirming.

“There!” you cry out, bucking into his open mouth. “Oh, god… I... I can’t––”

Something inside you shudders. He can feel it in the comforting thump of your heart and it makes him clutch you to him, his own hips rutting against the edge of the futon as he finds himself awash in the sheer intoxication of you.

Fuck. Is it supposed to feel like this? Like he’s half himself and half you? Or is he simply drunk on the rush of your blood?

Your cunt sucks his finger deeper, gummy walls pulsing in time with your heart as he gulps down your essence, tongue greedily catching it before it has time to drip onto his upturned wrist. It’s good. It tastes so fucking good.

He’s so winded by the sensations that he barely notices you pulling from him, his dark head lolling over the crinkled sheets, an inaudible moan slipping between his clenched teeth. Choso doesn’t resist when you ease him upward, warm fingers tracing up his heaving body as you press him onto his back. Only when you press a kiss to his fevered temple does he find himself, eyes bleary in the darkness.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him, straddling his hips, your hand reaching for his straining cock, palming some of the leaking pre-cum over your fingers as you stroke him. “I can’t wait… I want you… can I? Choso?”

This part will burn, he thinks, helping you to hold yourself steady, eyes slipping closed when he feels the slick heat of you gliding teasingly over his tip. When you sink down, his back arches, and he hopes that the whispering shadows, the lingering remnants of his guilt, will be tossed onto this fire you’re stoking. Your hips still when they reach his base, legs twitching around him, your nails catching against his smooth skin, working nicks into the clean slate.

You’re clutching onto him like he’s the only thing tethering you down, and he opens his shuttered eyes to watch, hoping he can glimpse you past the smoldering of his want. You’re beautiful, he thinks, hand lifting from your hips to fiddle with the necklace that sits around your neck, admiring the glint of metal in the gloom.

He wishes he could see more, that he could wait a little longer, but he wants to put an end to this ache; he wants to burn.

The lift of your knees leaves both of you gasping, and Choso stifles a moan, legs tensing restlessly under the steady push and pull you’re establishing over him. It’s so warm inside you, and he can feel the thrum of your blood again, so he tries to match his to yours, controlling his pulse, right down to the multiplicity of his cells, eager to feel that potent tug of release once more.

“Does it feel good?” you ask, leaning back so he can admire his engorged cock as it plunges in and out of your sodden pussy.

“Do you have to ask?” he grunts, lifting a hand to your breast, tweaking the tender bud of your peaked nipple between the knuckles of his fingers.

When you call out his name again, he snatches you to him, dragging you to his parted lips as he digs his heels into the futon, rutting into you until you’re squelching lewdly around his pistoning cock. The world feels like it’s narrowing; the shadows lessening as he engulfs himself in you, his teeth working bruises into your neck, your shoulder, the tops of your breasts, anywhere he can reach; but it’s not enough.

With a huffed groan he’s gathering you into his arms, robust thighs helping him to flip you onto your back, hands splitting your legs as he drives himself back into your welcoming heat. It’s deeper in this position. He can feel more of your twitches and pulsations as he steadies his arms beside your ears, bracing himself over your prostrate form.

“You want me to touch you again, don’t you?” he asks, voice broken. “Do you want me to touch your clit? Will that make you cum for me? Will it?”

“I-I can do it,” you gasp, easing your fingers between your grinding bodies, knees spreading so he can watch. “Tell me when,” you murmur, head dropping as you arch, slipping him further.

“Now,” he moans, grabbing your jaw, forcing your lips to his as he slams his cock into you, setting himself alight; easing the incessant tug of his guilt until it’s a blunted thrum resting close to his heart.

When you shatter around him, he follows, wholly caught in the ebb and flow of his release; lost in the depths of this unsteady solution.

He stays with you through the night, eyes following the line of your body as you sleep. His hands are cold, he thinks, easing them beside you, but not for much longer.

The 31st is only four days away.

“Did he question you? Ask you for anything?” Getō’s words are lanced with care, his voice honey sweet as he steeples his fingers, peering at you with an avariciousness that makes you shake.

“He didn’t. I doubt it will happen again. I didn’t...I don’t want to...to… hurt––”

“What? Hurt him? He’s a half-breed monster. His feelings don’t come into this. Nor should yours; you have a family to think of, a mother who’s an invalid, a younger brother who can’t be depended upon, a father who’s a drunkard; too far gone to notice, or care, his eldest is missing; hasn’t attended her college classes in weeks... and your sister. Well, she’s still a child... much too young to suffer from your mistakes, don’t you think?”

“You’re the monster,” you grit, hands folded into your lap, nails pressing until blood wells under your fingertips.

“Perhaps,” he smiles. “We’ll be out of your way soon enough. Let me know if you show any signs of impregnation, would you? Any spawn you whelp will be useful; very useful indeed.”

notes: i was gonna name this something else, and i know the dates i am describing don’t match with the sabbat, but Beltane felt like a smoother fit.

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ladymercysletters · 4 years ago

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A Chime of Bells

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Part 5 of the If You’ll Have Me Series

Word Count : 3190

Warnings: 18+ Only - smut at the end obvs!

A/N: So this is the last official part of the series but I have so many spin off ideas and little moments I’d like to write about, as well as a prequal of how Y/N comes to be Duchess of Pembrokeshire ... also more Granville. Basically this series isn’t over and I will write more!!!

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The warm summer breeze hit you as you stepped out of the church, the clear bright sky making the arches of blush roses stand out against the stark blue. You wobbled slightly as you stepped on the old cobbles of the church steps and you gripped tighter to the arm around yours, looking up to see Benedict smiling down at you. His gloved hand covered yours as you walked together to the awaiting carriage. The small ceremony had been held away from London, in the little church of the village nearest your new home. Benedict had never favoured London society and, London society, had never really favoured you. To that end Benedict had purchased a reasonably sized house on the Kent coast, only a short distance from Aubrey Hall but far enough that the ton would not easily come calling.

Benedict proffered a hand to help you into the carriage. “Mrs Bridgerton” he beckoned to you with a lopsided grin which you mirrored. Following after you, into the carriage, Benedict slid in beside you and rested his arm around your shoulder as the carriage began to move – the sound of church bells and his siblings cheering your departure ringing behind you. As the carriage trundled down the country lane, on its way to Aubrey Hall Benedict turned to you. “Are you happy to be Mrs Bridgerton?” he asked suddenly. You looked over, shocked.

Of Course, you were happy to be a Mrs Bridgerton, to be his wife. Surely, he knew how much you cared for him, how much you loved him. Your engagement hadn’t been particularly long but you both knew you knew each other long before you were seen together for the first time. “No. I’m ecstatic!” you smiled at his worried brow, cupping his cheek as you pulled him in to a kiss. He pulled back a little after returning the kiss. Only enough to see your glossy eyes staring back at him – his hand coming to cover yours that was placed on his cheek.

“But you were a Duchess.” He whispered just to you, leaning in closer to touch your foreheads together. “Now you’re just Mrs Bridgerton.” You laughed. His tone suggested that was a bad thing; and you knew, Benedict of all people cared as much for titles as he did for what ribbons his mother had chosen for Hyacinths bridesmaids dress.

“You should know by now that I do not care for titles. And being Mrs Bridgerton, is most definitely better than any title.” Your hand stroked his face, realisation blooming on it of how stupid he was being. Neither of you cared for a title and he knew that; but you were always expected to marry up in society and Benedict knew that by marrying him, you were marrying down. His arm wrapped behind you came to pull you in closer, so you were almost in his lap. His hand left yours and pulled your legs over his, so now you were. Your arms wrapped themselves over his broad shoulders and pulled him back to you, determined to show him just how happy you were.

Though the ceremony was small, which you had both wanted, Benedict had argued (unsuccessfully) for the size of the reception. It was a grand affair, held at Aubrey Hall, and true to his mother’s ‘suggestions’ the ballroom was crammed full of the crème de la crème of the ton. Although a lot of the ton were in attendance, thanks to Benedict’s last-minute interference with the guest list you made sure to only invite people you actually wanted there, including a lot of your artistic friend’s, making a surprisingly good impression on even some of the more reserved members of Society.

“Mrs Bridgerton.” A deep voice spoke from behind you. You turned to see Sir Henry Granville smiling at you over his glass. He bowed to you before joining you watch your guests.

“Sir Granville.” You smiled as you curtsied to him, “I do hope you are enjoying the evening?”

“Immensely darling.” He sighed “I do hope that now you are a married lady that will not mean that you, or your gorgeous new husband, will stay too long away from town.” Your eyes flit over to your gorgeous husband. Benedict stood by the wall of large arched windows, laughing with Colin at something Penelope Featherington had said. Oh the poor girl, her mother had dressed her again: a shimmering orange gown that matched her hair, with a delicate green lace to cut the two in half … she looked like a carrot. Your eyes drew back to Benedict; you could see from the other side of the room the laughter lines by his eyes, and the slight crookedness of his teeth that seemed to make him all the more cute. You only managed to sigh in response as you were lost in the scene before you, so content with your life for the first time in forever. Granville took your wispy sighs as confirmation he would not see either of you at his soirees for some months and stifled a giggle into his glass as he took a sip.

The party carried on until well into the evening, dancing and merriment stretched through several rooms of Aubrey Hall, and the gardens, where one lady of the ton was taught to juggle by several circus performers who had arrived earlier in the evening. By one in the morning you and Benedict were waving the last of your guests off from the front steps. Slumped against one another with silly grins on both of your faces, it was safe to say that the both of you were a little tired and a little tipsy. Violet Bridgerton had retired to bed just after midnight, shooing her youngest two back up the stairs with her from where they had been watching the party. Daphne and Simon had departed to their room shortly after as well, followed by Francesca who had to be carried to bed by Colin after falling asleep in a chair in the library. You and Benedict turned back to go inside. The footmen and maids had already started the clear up of the ballroom and gardens, picking up dropped napkins and sweeping away smashed glass. You bid Anthony and Kate goodnight, thanking them for hosting the evening; Colin followed after, cravat loose and waistcoat already unbuttoned. You didn’t even see Eloise go to bed, but you were told by Colin she had snuck away when one unfortunate young lord had made a most ungentlemanly remark and received a heeled slipper to the shin.

You and Benedict giggled at Colin’s retelling of the event, watching in contented silence as the last of the Bridgerton’s ascended the stairs. Well almost the last of the Bridgertons. You turned in Benedict’s arms to face him, smiling lazily at each other as his face came to rest in the curve of your neck. The light feeling that had been growing in your stomach bloomed in your chest as he began leaving soft, butterfly kisses along a column of soft skin there, just where you liked it. Your fingers clung onto his shoulders as your knees weakened. His hands roamed your back, the wide expanse of them and the heat they exuded seeped through your gown and sent goosebumps rippling over you.

By the time you were outside your room Benedict had you up against the wall, kissing you passionately as he searches blindly for the knob to open it. When he finally got you inside your honeymoon suite, he didn’t put you down, pressing you against the closed door as his hands slid up your thighs and under the layers and layers of chiffon and silk. Hastily ridding you of your silk stockings, the feel of his rough, artists, hands on your thighs made them quake around him, pulling a smirk from his mouth as he bit at your lower lip. Your hands found their way to his hair; the soft thick curls running through your fingertips felt divine and mad you cling to him further as he moved you over to the bed, pressing you back against the bed post so he could lower you to the floor.

His hands not leaving your body he pulled your long gown up your body as he stood to his full height. Pulling at the small bow at the back of your neck, he lifted the dress clean off of you – leaving you leaning against the dark oak bedpost, in your thin chemise. Benedict stared in awe at the practically see through garment: the pale fabric skimming down your body like warm milk. Your name echoed deeply from his chest as he eyed you hungrily; his eyes, usually so soft and tender, now looked dark and possessing. He stood for a moment, mind racing with the view before him. He had made love to you before, but now you were his wife. His. Wife. Forever. And the way you looked up at him through your lashes, not coy but knowing. You knew what you did to him, what you were doing to him. He could feel the length in his breeches growing with every movement of his eyes over your body. Breathing steadily through his nose to calm his heartbeat he tried to ignore the growing throbbing at the restraining fabric.

“You’re wearing too many clothes Mr Bridgerton” your silky words pulling him out of his daze as he looked to your face once more, stepping closer to encompass you.

“As my wife.” He paused “Mrs Bridgerton. I believe it is your responsibility to solve that.” He finished, his deep smooth voice mere inches from your ear. You slowly pushed his jacket from his shoulders, watching with a smouldering gaze as he assisted by pulling his cravat from his collar. Your eyes burnt into one another as neither broke eye contact, smiling, even as he toed off his boots. He made short work of his waistcoat, shucking it off as you began to unbutton his loose shirt, feeling his warm skin through the billowing linen. One he was free of it his hands wrapped back around your waist, not wasting a second in pulling you back into a steaming kiss, his tongue tracing your soft bottom lip, begging for entrance as his hands delicately try and pull the pins keeping your hair in place.

You spoke his name into the air like a prayer when you felt his heat seep into your bones, trailing your hands down his strong chest to pull his shirt free from his trousers, fingertips gently brushing over his stiff cock – trapped in confinement as you did so.

“Oh my love” he moaned as your hands brushed against his length. “Y/N, darling” he murmured, kisses departing from your lips to trail down your neck once more, his breeches falling no sooner than the buttons popped. As he bent down to kick them away, he grasped your legs again, circling them around his hips as he turned to kneel on the bed, walking you up onto it. His lips remained on yours, worshipping every piece of skin he could lay them on before lowering you back, softly so your head rested gently on the pillows beneath you.

As you landed on your back you smiled giddily up at him. The fleeting image of your last wedding night flashing before your eyes before you blinked and Benedict reappeared. Happiness flooded you as you thought of the comparison. Benedict’s soft kisses drew you out of your haze and you found yourself stroking his cheek as you had done in the carriage earlier. The soft murmur of his name drew his eyes back up to yours

“Yes, darling” the way his deep voice said those words, you don’t think you’d ever be used to that.

“I love you” you pushed at his chin to kiss him, savouring the way he felt above you, on top of you, how he tasted. You never want this moment to end and you couldn’t believe he was yours, Your Benedict. Smiling int your kiss, he pulled back when he felt wet on his cheek, realising you were crying into the kiss.

“Y/n, what is the matter?” he asked, worried.

“I’m just so happy my dear” you smiled as you cried some more; brushing a soft curl from his eyes that had flopped over into view. A comforting hand came to circle your waist once more, pulling you ever closer to his as his worship of your skin continued.

“Y/N. I love you so much.” His muffled words pressed into your neck in the form of kisses. “I will love you until the day I die and continue loving you long after.” He whispered “for as long as you’ll have me.” He smiled, tears in his eyes too.

“Make love to me?” you whisper into the space between you.

“Always” he smiled, kissing you once more on your lips, and continuing to press meaningful kisses down your clavicle and between your breasts, cupping them and inhaling your sweet scent as it surrounded him. As he descended lower on your body, his hands roamed and rumpled the soft silk of your delicate chemise, pushing it up your legs in a silent plea. You sat up to pull the chemise over your head, falling back again as Benedict’s soft lips graced your thighs, making you jump when he used his teeth to gently scrape at the soft flesh. You loved when he settled between your thighs, the way his tongue slide over your centre, the way it gently parted your lips and pressed you open against his face made you feel so alive. His eagerness to please you and draw any sound he could from between your lips made you shake with lust. As he sucked at you bud his eyes looked up at you through long dark lashes – the piercing blue of his eyes just visible above your thatch of hair. Your hand came down to card through his hair, pulling at it, not knowing whether you wanted him to stop and fuck you properly, or have him keep going forever.

“Every time I taste you, you get more and more exquisite” he growled, crawling back over you to steal a kiss from your bitten red lips, making you taste yourself from his glossy tongue.

“Benedict, get this off” you pleaded into his mouth, pulling as his open shirt. Complying with your wishes he tugged it over his head, revealing himself in all his glory. You’d never get tired of that sight.

“Now” he growled possessively “Where was I?”

“Taking your wife for the very first time?” you laugh softly at the insinuation. He lowered himself to cover you once more, his hand pulling your leg up over his thigh.

“Ah yes” he crooned smoothly “The very first time” his words punctuated by is head pushing into you. Since your re-entrance into society, many eyes had been beadily spying on you wherever you went, making rendezvous’ with Benedict all the more difficult - and when news of your announcement spread, any meeting outside of customary events had completely ceased. The stretch of his girth as he moved deeper into you sent a chill up your spine. You had missed the way he made love to you, the way he felt inside of you, and the way you could make him feel. Ever since that fortnight at Pembroke House, you had made it your life’s mission to give Benedict every ounce of pleasure you could.

As his thrust’s became rhythmic your moans began to echo into the darkened room. You began to roll your hips up to meet his, revelling the fullness and ecstatic ache of his cock inside you. His slow steady thrusts were scratching an itch but not fulfilling your need for him. You needed it faster; harder; you wanted to feel him in the morning and remember it whenever you found yourself in boring company. Benedict was getting lost in his rhythm, you could tell. His head was bent forward between you as he watched where he disappeared inside of you. His deep moans and hot heavy breaths hit your chest.

You raked your nails up his back, drawing his attention to your face as his head tipped back at the sensation. You took the opportunity to roll him over, pressing a hand to his chest to lay him down as you straddled his hips. Benedict’s hands came to rest on your hips as you pushed yourself back over down his thick silken cock, his fingers pressing into your soft flesh bound to leave their mark in either colour or feel. As you began to roll your hips you watched with delight as his head rolled further back into the pillows, the long column of his neck exposed fully. The sight of him, you were sure, could soothe the blind and, if only you were an artist, you would be sure to capture this very image.

“Oh Fuck” Benedict moaned after a particularly forceful roll of your hips. He began thrusting as ell as he could under you; opening his eyes to see you bracing one hand behind you on his shin, rolling your nipple in the other. The debauched scene before him made him double his efforts, grasping your hips and fucking up into you from below – allowing his thumb to stray down to your bud.

“Benedict” you prayed once more, arms giving out as you lay across him, only managing to hold yourself up with your elbows by his head. The change in angle allowed him to take more control from under you, biting into your shoulder as he drove you to orgasm, determined to feel your velvet hot core tighten around him. His calloused hands slid over you, brushing the soft peaks of your nipples as they cupped your breasts. He pulled one into his mouth as the other hand pressed you down onto his length. “Please”

“Yes “he breathed, feeling you pulse around him. “You’re so close my love. Come on, do it. I want to feel you over me.” His demand tipped you over the edge. The deep rumble of his words vibrating through you as an electric storm coursed through your veins. Benedict followed after you with a groan muffled into you neck. His cock pulsing seed into you until he was completely spent.

Rolling over next to him you collapsed back onto the cool sheets – turning your head to see him already looking at you, both sharing lazy grins as you caught your breath together. Benedict moved his hand just an inch to encapsulate yours, slowly dragging it up to his mouth to press a kiss to the back of your fingers.

“That was amazing.” You sighed, just about managing to speak and certainly not having the energy to move. Benedict’s hand flopped back down onto the bed, still holding yours.

“Yes it was” he whispered, pulling a thin sheet over the both of you as you settled into the stillness of the night.

#my writing #bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton x reader #Benedict bridgerton imagine #Benedict bridgerton x reader

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lostmykeysie · 2 years ago

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heyyy 😍

hey sexy 🥵💯🧨😭😎📸😩🚶🏻‍♂️😜😎😍😛

TML spoiler time BABYYYYYYYYY

I AM SO EXCITED YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND!!!!!!!!! i can confirm i have had a few guesses that align with what i'm currently thinking but i have not yet decided decided so we shall have to see but omg shaking quaking in my boots i'm gonna wee my pants. i really want to hear what people are guessing also RIP because if that boy gets an animagus themed nickname wtf is it gonna be???? that might be the hardest bit to figure out of the entire fic i am not even KIDDING

girlboss queen lily!!!! i feel like it's the perfect job for her. she's a talented bad bitch and i just feel like a healing job where she can experiment with potions is just SO her like yea bitch you be a career girlboss queen bad bitch slay (lol)

#someone asked me a q #lovely wonderful anon #the missing link #chimaera & the wolf #the missing link spoiler

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 4 years ago

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CURSED: CHAPTER SIXTEEN

“‘Cuz Parents aren’t always right”

Kai Parker x OC!Mack Grace

Series synopsis: "We're both cursed, in a way."

We all know the story of Kai Parker, but he once lived in a very different life. Do you ever wonder what that life looked like?

Chapter summary: not ever ending is good o guess

Warnings: violence, so much fuckin’ violence, blood, use of spells for torture, swearing I think, death

A/n: last chapter! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed this fanfic!!

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Paralysed, aching, vulnerable, crushed, tormented, dejected. Kai stood frozen in place, unable to move from the spot - feeling as heavy as lead, as empty as a dead man's eyes, as broken as the promises he had made. Time seemed to stand still as the boy watched the little red car drive away, it's silhouette only getting smaller and smaller as it drove further and further down the tarmac rode.

Then reality hit him. A sound of anguish tore from Kai, a heart-clenching sound that bounced menacingly off the street, filling the once-silent area with the noise of his sadness. It's stung is vocal chords, strained his mouth and rattle off his teeth.

Then it went quiet again.

His solemn footsteps filled the quiet night with a melancholy vibration as he paced quickly to his scratched-up car. He'd need to fix that - the damage could become suspicious. Getting inside, he started up the engine and drove off with little hesitation, desperate to get home and possibly hit something.

Kai bit back a wince at the sight of the crumpled up empty packet of pork rinds lazing on the passenger's seat, his mind flashback to every time Mack would make a sound of disgust whenever he'd start chewing obnoxiously on one. He quickly swiped his tears from his damp cheeks before focusing back on the road, gravel crunching meticulously under his tyres, the wet sound of the sticky tarmac the only noise accompanying the purr of the Jeep's engine.

Suddenly, Kai slammed the brakes so hard he was jerked forward in his seat, chest aching against the tight strain of his seatbelt. Kai gathered himself quickly, unbuckling himself and getting out of his car. With fast paces, he walked towards Ian's car that was laying abandoned at the side of the road - empty.

Kai walked around the car, vexing down to peer inside the windows yet he saw nothing. He stood back up, hands fisting his hair as he let out a frustrated groan. That's when he noticed the car keys strewn carelessly in the glistening grass. Kai's eyes blew wide, he picked them up and clicked the button.

Yellow-orange lights flashed from the red car.

"No no no." Kai muttered, yanking the driver's door open and rooting through the glovebox, the pouches on the back of seats, the boot, anything - not really knowing what he was looking for. A small, silver glint caught his eyes from the grass again - next to where the keys had been. Kai was quick to investigate, picking up the silver watch crested with the unmistakably Gemini symbol beneath the ticking hands.

Kai threw the piece of jewellery roughly at a nearby tree, letting out a shout of rage before he was running back to his car and jumping in - not even bothering to put on his seatbelt before he was driving at 100 miles an hour towards his house.

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A groggy state filled Mack's clouded mind, a metallic rattling noise colliding with her ears like nails on a chalk board - jolting her sore body awake. Her head was hung low, toes dancing precariously on the gritty stone floor and arms strung up above her by long, thick chains. She was acutely aware of the persistent throbbing on the left side of her head, along with the stabbing pain echoing across her cheek. What she couldn't figure out was what caused them.

The second one was answered quickly.

"Wake up, girl!" A sharp voice boomed. "Fucking spells." The same voice muttered quietly after, the sound of footsteps fading away caressing Mack's ears painfully. A drawn-out groan tumbled from her lips, the sound of footsteps getting louder again. A pointed gasp escaped her as rough, strong fingers dug into her jaw, tilting her head upwards until she was looking into dark brown eyes.

"J-Joshua?" She croaked, voice shattered from her drowsy state. The man's lips curled into a menacing smirk, a dangerous flame flicking in his eyes. "What am I doing here?"

"All in good time, sweetheart. We just need to wait for my abomination of a son to arrive and the party can get started." Joshua spoke, a malevolent glint in his tone that made Mack sick to her stomach. He wasn't the good guy in this situation, and she definitely wasn't safe.

"W-what do you mean 'get started'" she stuttered out, eyes blown wide with fear as the man stalked around her - like a predator hunting its prey. A dark chuckled filled the tiny shed.

"You'll soon find out, my dear. No need to worry yourself, yet." Joshua cooed sinisterly in her ear, body looming behind Mack's and sending a crawling shiver up her spine that made the girl's entire body quake with terror.

"Joshua!" Mack gasped at the loud shout of Kai's voice, muffled by the creaky walls of the little shed. "Joshua get out here!" Kai bellowed and the feeling of Joshua's breath on the back of Mack's neck as he let out another deep, dark chuckled made the werewolf want to vomit.

"Show time." The witch murmured, an evil smirk gracing his thin lips.

A shrill scream ripped from Mack's throat, right knee buckling slightly but her hanging frame was kept up high but the ever-rattling manacles, causing a burning pain to spark in her upper torso where her body stretched. Mack didn't dare look, her eyes clenched shut as the pain climbed up her leg and through her body, head pounding.

"KENZ!" Kai boomed, the little, flimsy door of the shed flinging open, crashing into the weak wood behind it and shaking some of the shelves lining the walls. There he stood, panting and shaking with anger, eyes dark with an unreadable cloud as he stared at Mack's tear-stained face and the sight of his father stood with a smug smirk behind her.

"Nice of you to join us, Malachai." Joshua finned malevolently, another pained scream echoing from Mack as she felt a searing, sharp pain stabbing through her left arm. The burn didn't leave, the bones being torn apart by the harsh binding.

"Stop!" Kai shouted. "Leave her alone!"

"I don't think I will." Joshua smirked. "You see, I think you need to be taught a lesson. Ever since this girl has come into your life it's been nothing but trouble - mixing with werewolves, steeling magic...I might just have to lock you up." Joshua said, almost sing-songy towards the end. "But I'll start with getting rid of her." Joshua spat, just as three bones broke in Mack's body.

Her ear-piercing screams and pleas brought a siege of tears to Kai's eyes, but an amused glint to his father's.

"Why are you doing this to her." Kai demanded.

"To show you the monster she really is." Joshua said sternly, muttering a spell under his breath to speed up her transition.

"P-please! Make it stop! I can't take it anymore, please stop!" Mack cried, voice shattered with exhaustion and pain.

"Stop it! Just- take me instead! Punish me! Not her," Kai pleaded, eyes pooling with tears once again.

"Boy, don't you see that I already am? By hurting her I am hurting you much more." Joshua confirmed. When Mack looked up again, her eyes were rimmed with gold.

"Stop it!" Kai shouted. Joshua laughed darkly.

And then Mack was truly changing.

Joshua used his powers to disconnect the thick chains from the ceiling, instead rooting them to the concrete floor. And when he was finished, a wolf stood in Mack's place.

"Time for the grand finale." Joshua smirked, hand raising. "Phasmatos superous em animi..."

The pained whimpers of the wolf made Kai wince and Joshua laughed mockingly at him.

"Don't tell me you feel bad for it, Malachai?" Kai raised his head with anger storming in his eyes, yet he was helpless. The whimpering had stopped, the wolf's body still. A shift happened in Mack, her shaking body reverting back.

Kai was quick to rush to her side, arms wrapping around her and cradling Mack's body to his.

"I've got you, I'm here, Kenz. Please- please just come back to me, please." Tears dropped onto her cheeks, a salting sheen over her sweat covered skin and she slowly blinked awake.

A smile broke out on Kai's face, but it was soon replaced by a fearful grimace as her strained voice filled his ears.

"I love you, Kai. With all me heart. Remember that." Mack's lifeless eyes bore into the ceiling, shining with a gloss of tears, but lacking the glint of life they usually held.

Kai's lip trembled uncontrollably, wobbling as his grip on her body slowly loosened. He didn't even get to tell her he loved her one last time...

"I'm done!" Kai's voice bellowed, his tear stained face ripping away from Mack's limp body, rolling lifelessly from his lap and dropping to the stone-cold floor. Kai slowly raised to his feet, head raising. He looked straight into Joshua's eyes as he spoke, clearly. "Do you hear me!?" He continued, noting the way Joshua's throat bobbed as he sealed thickly, trying to contain the fear he suddenly felt for his son. "I lost everything! You made me lose everything!" Kai boomed, rage written over his features as he spun to face his father, face red.

Kai advanced on Joshua, hands fisting the older man's shirt collar tightly as he pushed him up against the gritty stone wall. Kai looked into his father's eyes as he spoke, heavy breaths panted between them as Joshua cracked - showing his first sign of fear towards his son since the first time he saw Kai siphon.

"And you will regret everything you ever did to me."

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Hunter’s Heart - Din Djarin x OFC - Mandalorian Fanfic

Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five

Summary: Instead of finding a child the Mandalorian discovers his quarry is a young woman. The girl has been held captive and abused and she claims not to know why she’s being sought by every bounty hunter in the galaxy. Din knows she’s lying but for the first time he can remember he feels doubt about finishing a job.

A/N: If you get major Firefly vibes from this plot, that’s because I am definitely flashing back to my Jayne/River shipping days as I write this. I love that Din is the fierce, strong bounty hunter who’s secretly soft and I just couldn’t get the idea of being one of his bounties out of my head. So here we are… If you like this fic and you’d like to be tagged in it just let me know!

Warnings: Mentions past non-con

Rating: General for now

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The Mandalorian freezes as he takes in the image before him. He’d been expecting maybe a grizzled ex-warlord or a hardened syndicate criminal. Instead the quarry that’s caused all of this grief appears to be a…girl. A young woman. It’s difficult to judge her age. She’s slight, thin, weak-looking. She’s been chained to a wall and, if the bruises and abrasions on her skin are any indication, clearly abused. In all his years of hunting, Din has never felt a moment’s hesitation or a second’s doubt about his actions. He takes in criminals, they do their time, take their punishment, and he gets paid. He’s a necessary link in the chain. Not good. Not bad. Necessary.

Today he pauses.

The droid doesn’t.

The IG unit raises its blaster arm to take aim at the girl who is visibly quaking in fear. Din has no qualms shooting the droid. Killing isn’t part of the arrangement he made with the client. Alive. He is bringing this bounty in alive.

The droid drops to the floor, smoke rising from the hole in its central processor made by Din’s blaster. He watches the girl flinch at the sound of impact, but she doesn’t look up. Her face is pointed away from him and she’s huddling into the wall as if hoping to somehow fade into the plaster and avoid notice. The muscles in her shoulders and arms twitch as she crouches there, hugging herself and purposely not looking at the intimidating bounty hunter.

Din is momentarily at a loss for words. Normally this would be the point where he addresses the quarry by name, confirms the bounty and locks them in a pair of binders. But he doesn’t know this girl’s name, or why exactly there’s a price on her head, and she doesn’t look like she can stand let alone try to escape from him. He clears his throat, a rare sign of discomfort that’s at least distorted by the helmet.

“Can you get up?” he asks. It’s uncharacteristic. He should command her to get up and come quietly.

The chains rattle as the girl shakes her head furiously and curls into herself even more. He’s encountered plenty of fear in his career as a bounty hunter. It comes with the job title. But he’s never been…bothered by it before. This job really is cursed. Something just isn’t right here. Why do they want this harmless looking woman?

Din steps forward, kneeling down to get a look at her face through the tinted visor of his helmet.

“Hey,” he says, reaching out as if to grasp her shoulder before thinking better of it and letting his gloved hand drop, “I’m not going to hurt you unless you give me a reason to, okay? But you have to come with me now.”

She blinks and he watches as fat tears spill over her cheeks. A string of expletives march through his thoughts but he stays silent and watches her in a way he knows people find unnerving. The girl looks up at him, not quite succeeding in meeting his gaze but getting it close enough. She inhales shakily before speaking in a voice cracked from disuse, “Where are we going?”

Din nearly sighs in relief and reaches out to begin working on her chains as he replies, “Back to my ship.”

The girl still looks wary but she rises on shaky legs and holds her hands out for him to cut through the chains with one of his tools. He wonders if she realizes who and what he is. If she even knows that there’s a price on her head. He can’t believe he’s letting this girl’s looks get to him like this. He’s seen plenty of bounties who looked the part of the innocent. What is different about this one?

As the chains fall away he makes up his mind to be more practical. He takes a pair of binders from his utility belt and watches as the girl shrinks from him with a look of dread on her face.

“No, no, please… No more restraints!” her eyes dart wildly around the room like a spooked animal. He wonders how long she’s spent in chains.

Din grabs a wrist and pulls her in until he’s leaning into her personal space and the girl is visibly cringing away from him.

“If I leave you unbound are you going to come quietly? No escapes. No running.”

She twists her arm attempting to dislodge his grip. The Mandalorian tightens his fingers just enough to hint at pain without actually causing her any injury. Seeing the futility of the effort she gives up and nods in defeat.

“I won’t run away,” she whispers, her head hangs down in submission. “I just don’t want anything else around my wrists.”

He releases his grip and watches as she gingerly rubs each wrist. They’re red and raw from the tight chains. Din feels a flash of guilt that’s entirely ridiculous. He quickly squelches it as he starts to make mental calculations for their extraction plan. It’s a long trek back to the Razor’s Crest and the girl doesn’t have any shoes. He looks her up and down and she shivers under the impenetrable tinted gaze of his visor. She’s dressed in a threadbare beige tunic and dirty leggings. No jacket either.

Din sighs and turns toward the blasted doorway, motioning her to follow, “Come on.”

Outside the courtyard of the compound is littered in bodies. Din eyes each form, sizing them up until he finds a little guy who’s close enough to the girl’s proportions. He bends over him and dispassionately strips the brown tactical jacket from his shoulders, tossing it in the girl’s direction, and then tugs the shoes from his feet.

“Put these on,” his voice is entirely unreadable thanks to the voice modulator.

The girl looks up at him with wide eyes and a doubtful expression. She picks up the jacket, holding it at length between two fingers and wrinkles her nose at it, “There’s blood on this…”

The Mandalorian just stares at her for a long moment completely motionless before he finally states, “Beggars can’t be choosers. Put it on. And the shoes. We have a long walk to my ship.”

She tugs the boots on first and is surprised by how well they fit. They’re not the most comfortable, especially without socks, but her feet have already started to burn on the sun-scorched packed earth of the courtyard. She glances up at the bounty hunter with a look of gratitude that may as well have been aimed at a rock for all the reaction she gets. She straightens and pulls the jacket on over her shoulders with a look of distaste but she’s at least glad for the protection from the harsh sun.

“Let’s move,” Din commands, striding ahead of her and expecting her complete obedience. He’s not worried about keeping her in his sight. Her short legs and weak condition would make it too simple to catch her if she decides to run.

***

They’ve been walking for about an hour when the Mandalorian stops suddenly and she sees his helmet slowly swivel to the side as he takes in their surroundings. She can’t see his expression but his sudden tension is telegraphed by his wary stance and she freezes in place behind him, holding her breath in sudden fear.

The form springs out at him from a shadowy crevice in the canyon wall, leaping from above and immediately engaging in combat while two others appear from nowhere and surround him. The girl drops to the dirt at the first sign of conflict and starts frantically shuffling away from the danger, taking refuge behind a boulder. She watches as her captor takes on all three bounty hunters with efficient, powerful movements that make it clear that even three Trandoshans are no match for one Mandalorian warrior. He takes them down one at a time until there’s only one desperate hunter left. The Trandoshan races toward her hiding place and she flinches with the familiar anticipation of pain but it never comes. Instead he’s vaporized by a shot from the Mandalorian’s rifle just before he comes within reach of her.

Din bends over his fallen foe and picks up the familiar looking tracking beacon. He feels a flare of annoyance with Greef Karga. How many damn beacons did he give out? He finds himself once again staring at the small woman cowering beneath the canyon wall. Her long, brown hair is tied back from her face but he can tell it’s stringy with sweat and grime. Her thin arms are covered in bruises and cuts. Why does the client want her so badly? Who is she? What is she?

***

They keep walking as the sun falls in the sky. Din knows the girl is getting tired. Every now and then she stumbles and has to catch herself to stay upright. It’s nearly nightfall when they come upon a small watering hole with some decent sized rocks for cover. When the girl sees the water she skips ahead, clearly relieved and thirsty.

“Wait!” Din commands. He catches up to her with his measured, unhurried strides. The girl is standing at the edge of the water and looking up at him with an almost pleading expression. “We have to test the water first to make sure it’s potable.”

She nods her head at his sensible words and waits as he dips a small device into the water and watches the display. A small light turns green and the Mandalorian nods wordlessly at her. She falls to her knees and dips her hands in the water, cupping them and drinking. The sun has warmed the water but it’s clean and refreshing and she nearly moans in relief as she drinks her fill. When she’s had enough she dunks her whole head, scrubbing her face and running her fingers through her dirty hair. She can’t remember the last time she’s been allowed to use a refresher to bathe but this feels positively luxurious. When she’s through washing her face and arms she sits back and notices the Mandalorian just standing over her.

The soulless helmet stares back at her and she feels a shiver run down her spine. She’d seen the way he incapacitated those other hunters in the canyon. He’s strong and deadly and he is now in charge of her fate. She‘s frightened of angering him but she feels the words bubble up to her lips anyway, “Aren’t you going to have some water?”

He lets an unnerving moment of silence pass before answering, “No.”

The girl’s brow furrows in confusion at his answer. They’ve been walking through the desert for hours, he must be thirsty…

“Aren’t you thirsty?”

“I can’t remove my helmet in front of another living being,” his voice comes out irritated and she feels herself subconsciously flinch away as if expecting to be hit for her insolence. Din doesn’t miss the reaction and he sighs wearily, “I told you I wouldn’t hurt you.”

She’s silent for a while, contemplating his words. He has not hurt her or shown any sign that he wishes to…but it must be an act, surely? She can’t remember a time before fear and pain and captivity. She’s never met a person who didn’t wish to harm her in some way to get her to do what they wanted. She keeps a watchful gaze on the bounty hunter as he settles down on the ground and leans his back up against a boulder. She can’t read anything from his mask and that frightens her more than anything. She can always tell when one of her jailers is about to strike out at her and she’s able to prepare herself for the blow. But this man is a mystery.

It’s been so long since she’s been allowed to speak, though. Now that she’s started the words keep coming.

“Why can’t you take off your helmet?”

“I’m a Mandalorian,” he explains simply. “It is the way.”

Din notices the blank look on the girl’s face and asks, “Don’t you know about Mandalorians?”

A blush creeps up her cheeks as if she’s embarrassed by her ignorance. She shakes her head in response.

“We don’t remove our armor in front of anyone. It’s part of our religion.”

“Oh,” she answers quietly. As the sun dips lower toward the horizon she can feel the temperature dropping and she’s grateful for the baggy jacket that she pulls tighter to her body. The Mandalorian seems unaffected by anything: thirst, the temperature, the exertion of walking for miles without rest. But his voice is that of a normal man. And though she’s never been shown kindness by a man in her life, she can’t help the instinct to offer kindness when she can. “I’ll close my eyes.”

“What?” Din asks, startled from his own musings.

The girl takes a breath for courage and repeats herself more clearly, “I’ll close my eyes. I promise I won’t look. So you can have some water. You must be thirsty.”

Din narrows his eyes behind the visor and regards her with suspicion. He’s been contemplating the likelihood that her innocence is all an act. Who in the galaxy has never heard of a Mandalorian? He shakes his head at her, “I don’t trust you.”

The girl looks puzzled, “But…you’re the kidnapper. I don’t trust you!”

“What are you talking about?” he demands in annoyance, clenching his fists in the dirt beside him. “I’m a bounty hunter. I’ve collected you because you are a fugitive. And fugitives…are not trustworthy.”

“I haven’t done any crime,” she answers quietly. She shrinks down into herself as if his words are shameful to her. He supposes they would be shameful…to an innocent person. Which she is not.

“I’ve heard that one before,” he says with finality and turns pointedly away from her to end the discussion.

But his throat is almost unbearably dry and his tongue is heavy and swollen with thirst. What an idiot.

“Come here,” he says gruffly. He walks over to her and grabs her roughly by the arm before she has a chance to stand on her own. He half drags her back to the water and forces her down on her knees beside him. He wraps an arm around her head and holds his gloved hand over her eyes tightly, almost painfully. “I’m going to take off my helmet and drink. If you move, if you struggle, if you try to break away from me….I’ll kill you. Understand?”

She starts to nod before she remembers herself and keeps still.

“Yes,” she says breathlessly. “I understand.”

With one arm holding the girl to his side and covering her eyes, Din proceeds to awkwardly remove his helmet with one hand. He breathes rapidly with nervous tension. He’s never been so close to another living being with his helmet off before. But the girl is right. He’s desperately thirsty. He sets the beskar helmet down in the dust beside him and takes a second to breathe in the chill evening air. His dark hair is damp with sweat and messy, sticking up chaotically around his head. His forehead is slick with sweat. He moves his hand upward and tugs at the finger of his glove with his teeth, pulling it off and letting it drop to the ground. His hand plunges into the water and he begins to drink.

The girl is boneless in his grip, too terrified to move an inch. She lets her body move with his as he bends down to reach the water and then up again to drink from his hand. His armor digs into her back uncomfortably but she stays quiet. She’s never been so close to a man like this without the expectation of violence or…other things. She tries to calm her nerves by taking deep breaths and imagining that she has a different life. This is an exercise with which she’s very familiar. When the guards seek her out in the dark hours and assault her with their disgusting, foul breath and clumsy touches…she imagines she’s someplace else with a friend or even a lover. The dreams help her to stay sane. Now she imagines she is with someone who loves her and his arm around her is not a restraint but an embrace. The thought calms her and she’s able to forget that he’d threatened to kill her a moment ago.

When he’s finished and his helmet and glove are safely in place he lets her go. The girl scoots away from him and hugs herself. The temperature has dropped and she’s starting to shiver even with the jacket.

“Thank you,” the Mandalorian says simply before moving back to his place by the rock. She follows him, settling down a few feet away and curling into a ball for warmth.

Din starts working on his damaged chest plate as night falls in earnest. He catches sight of the girl shivering in the corner of his eye and he once again feels the unwelcome clench of guilt. He pushes it aside angrily and focuses on his work. She might not be the type of criminal he’s used to capturing but she hasn’t been completely truthful with him either. There’s no way this girl doesn’t know why she’s being hunted.

“Why does my client want you if you didn’t commit a crime?” he demands abruptly.

The girl holds her hands out, palms up in a gesture that could mean uncertainty or surrender. But she doesn’t answer for a long time and when she does the words are hollow with the lie, “I don’t know.”

When the Mandalorian doesn’t deign to respond she goes back to huddling for warmth. She feels the mistrust and anger roll off of him in waves before she can block them out. The lie leaves a sour taste in her mouth but she learned a long time ago that to tell the truth about what she is–what they made her into–always leads to disaster. She’s nodding into a fitful doze when she feels something soft settle around her shoulders and she looks up to see the Mandalorian already walking back to sit in his spot across from her. She reaches up to pull the thick fabric of the bounty hunter’s cloak around her shoulders. It’s surprisingly warm and she feels a rush of gratitude toward him despite everything.

“Thank you,” she whispers. The Mandalorian nods minutely and goes back to his work.

The nameless girl lays down on the soil, wrapped in her captor’s cloak and feels her eyes finally close. She drifts off into a sleep uninterrupted by terror or pain for the first time since before she can remember.

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notleriff · 4 years ago

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Phoenix

I wish you the best of luck, Takeda. And I hope one day you will join us and return home. Just remember, our people rose from the ashes--you’re allowed to do the same.

“Fight me!”

“Perhaps another time, Dotharl.” Leriff chuckled softly as he wiped the sweat from his brow. He attempted to climb up the rubble in front of him, but could not find a good handhold to start his ascent. “Ahh--up, please.”

With large, looming steps, Ardki stepped forward. He locked his fingers together and held his hands out as a platform to give his fellow hunter a boost. “After! You can even have my pay if you win!”

With only a smile and a shake of his head in response, Leriff placed his boot into Ardki’s outstretched hands and let the larger Au Ra lift him high enough to grab a crumbling beam. He climbed along it sideways until he found his way higher, finally making it over the rubble. “All clear, here.” The hunter leaned forward to look into the ruined room on the other side of the rubble, confirming that there were no beasts laying in wait within.

The two had arrived at dawn with a team of relic seekers. Less than a moon past, the sands of the Sagolii had blown in the wind, shifting to reveal another of the tombs of some long forgotten people buried beneath. The group was excavating the ruins to find anything of historical note to bring back to the city to clean and catalogue. Ardki and Leriff had been hired to keep the archaeologists safe from any beasts that would have turned up at either the shifting of the sands or that lay buried within, as the first team dispatched had fled some manner of monsters a fortnight prior.

Leriff waved off Ardki’s assistance in his descent and dropped back to the floor with a thud. He dusted his tabard off before setting his hand on his hip with a huff. “It is safe enough for them to venture this way, but we should check the few passages around here before the sun sets. Which side do you want?”

After a cursory inspection of the few paths from the courtyard, Ardki pointed down one to the west. The mostly intact terrain better suited his large, hulking figure, and it would require less acrobatics, something he was not very keen on. Leriff nodded in agreement and headed north, dropping to his stomach to crawl under a collapsed pillar before disappearing from sight.

What windows that existed in the passage were sparse, and it grew too dark with the setting sun for the man to see clearly. He frowned before digging into the bag on his belt. Producing a cloth, and searching the nearby area for something to tie it to, Leriff manufactured a torch. He held it out, nestled against the pit of his arm. He lifted his right hand and brought it down against the handle of the gunblade sheathed on his back. The ring around his finger was made of a fire crystal infused flint, and as it struck the steel of the weapon, it ignited, catching the cloth he had wrapped around his glove on fire. Using that flame, the man lit the torch before very quickly putting the fire on his hand out to avoid any burns.

Leriff grumbled to himself as he wound his way around the maze-like passages. The patron of their operation was a lalafell of some wealth in the city, but seemed rather ill-informed of the operations this far into the desert. When the hunter had asked him what manner of creature the previous team had encountered, their patron had been flippant, if not outright dismissive, and had only given brief answers. It was not uncommon for those in power to not bother themselves with the details, but beyond the minor dune worms the two had cleared out, Leriff had found nothing to warrant calling off an entire digging operation.

Even if the windows in the ruin were sparse, and the few that existed covered by debris and sand, Leriff could still hear the warm blasts of wind outside. He hummed in thought to himself as he pressed deeper, using the whistle of air as a sort of tempo counter to his steps. Some few yalms away, however, he stopped, ceasing his humming as realization dawned upon him.

Too steady. Too rhythmic. Too short.

He began to creep forward, holding the torch low in case he needed to quickly smother it to avoid detection. Leriff had only the intent to confirm his suspicions. Dune worms did not breathe in such a manner, and whatever it was was large enough that the closer he drew to the source of the sound, the more the very rubble shook with each heavy breath. Without warning, the breathing stopped. In its place, a low rumble began. Just beyond the edge of the light his torch cast, a massive eye opened, sending a jolt of fear down Leriff’s spine. A gigantic muscular arm rose from the sand, and the creature began to pull itself free from its slumber. The rumbling grew into a growl as it crept closer to a roar.

Panic set in as Leriff took a step back, but before he could flee in terror, he dropped the torch. He put himself in darkness in hopes the creature could not see through shadow, and had sense enough to dart down the closest narrow passage. It was not much help, as with two deadly horns and powerful grip, the creature ripped through whatever ruin lay in his way to crush the puny creature that would dare disturb his domain.

Leriff had no knowledge on how to fight this beast. Few, if any, did. His mind raced and he struggled to make sense of it. He could not think of how one ended so far away from the mountains, or how it survived buried beneath the sea of sand above; but, in all honesty, the how of it mattered little.

“Leriff? Did the tunnel collapse? Are you okay?” Ardki called down the passages at the sound of the quaking earth. “Ahh, there you ar--”

“Run!” Leriff was sprinting towards the large man, pillars collapsing behind him. At the look of confusion on Ardki’s face, and the lack of turning and fleeing, Leriff ran straight into him. He wrapped his hands around the Au Ra’s arm and yanked as hard as he could, nearly dislocating his shoulder, in order to get him to start moving. “RUN!” He screamed, dragging the large man behind him.

From the passage just behind where the hunter had fled from, large purple digits wrapped around the frame of the sandstone door and pulled it, crumbling the wall as a great behemoth followed close behind.

Ardki no longer needed the guidance of the Doman, having broken free of Leriff’s grasp to double time all on his own. The two tore past the encampment at the entrance of the ruins as the relic seekers were already frantically packing to escape whatever was creating such a racket just inside. When the head of the behemoth peeked out from behind the wall the two hunters had just fled from, those in the camp no longer cared about their personal effects, simply dropping everything to flee in a panic.

The creature burst into the ampitheatre the crew had been using as a base of operations, its stark white eyes expressing its rage of the fleas that had infested its home long before the roar that split the sky did. Through a process of elimination, random chance or sheer bad luck, it settled its seething frustration onto the first target it saw and charged directly at the foreman of the group, who, at the sight of the barreling violet barrel of violence, froze in place and soiled himself.

There was not time to think. To consider how terrible an idea it was, or of those left at home, or how pointless the endeavor would be. His body moved first, before his brain caught up with his hands. Leriff had skidded to a halt and turned on his heel, his hand reaching up to the handle of the weapon on his back. In the time it took for him to realize he had unhooked the gunblade from his back, he had already closed the gap between himself and the foreman. With no ability to back down any longer, he leapt into the air, twirled to gain momentum and slammed the gunblade directly into the behemoth’s eye.

Striking against the behemoth’s head was like jumping chest first into a stone brick wall. Leriff let out a horrible wheeze as all of the air in his lungs was scattered. He tumbled off the behemoth and landed on his back, trying desperately to gulp down greedy breaths to find the strength in order to push himself to his feet. He crawled a few ilms as the behemoth thrashed about in rage and agony behind him before making it to his hands and knees, and eventually his feet. The hunter staggered in a daze towards Ardki.

The great Dotharl had managed his axe free on his way to his companion, holding the large weapon in one hand. As all in the room were, he too had not slowed from his full sprint. If he could reach Leriff in time, he could help him free, help them all escape. Ardki could not abandon Leriff, and show his cowardice, after the Doman had just risked himself for another. All he needed do was reach the man in time. Steps more. Yalms. Ilms.

Ardki threw himself into Leriff’s chest, pushing him back onto the ground. Leriff fell backwards, once more finding it difficult to breathe as he landed flat on his back. Above him, in one moment, Ardki looked down on the hunter and in the next, the Dotharl was gone. He had been moved, with rather vicious force, to the wall, gored on the end of one of the behemoth’s horns. The behemoth dragged the au ra across the wall, the horn leaving such a gaping wound that within seconds it had separated the man’s torso from his legs.

Leriff crawled, hand over hand, until he was back onto his feet. He collected Ardki’s axe, and though he struggled to wield it with such ferocity as the Dotharl surely would have, he focused all of his might into his arms. He shouted to draw the attention of the behemoth away from Ardki, and when the creature turned towards him, dropping Ardki from the wall, Leriff brought the axe across with all his might, cracking the shaft of it as he struck one of the beast’s arms, but managing to share that same damage to the behemoth itself. Taking no time to relish in his victory, and using the behemoth’s stumble and pain to his advantage, Leriff grabbed what was left of Ardki from the ground and ran with him out of sight.

He gently set the au ra against a pillar and stepped back with shaking hands, trying to rack his brain for anything he could do to help his co-hunter. At best, Leriff could patch cuts, bruises, maybe a broken limb or two. Ardki had been eviscerated, his lower half severed in the most unclean of ways. Blood spilled freely, soaking both hunters as Leriff tried fruitlessly to bind the man up.

“I am Dotharl!” Ardki weakly lifted his arm, flailing it to try to find Leriff. Leriff took his hand and placed it on his own shoulder in an attempt to bring comfort. “I laugh at death!” The au ra blankly stared into the distance as color faded from his face. “But it hurts… And I’m afr--” Whatever final words Ardki had ended there, as he slumped to the side, drawing breath no more.

The screams from beyond the walls was all the indication Leriff needed to know the carnage had not stopped. Before he stood, he removed the bag slung over Ardki’s shoulder, the leather stuffed to the brim with a tool to help the large man get through the crumbled debris of the sandswept ruins. Leriff pulled the strap over his head and rose to his feet before hurrying back into the main amphitheatre.

Blood soaked the floor, workers and mercenaries aliked cowered beneath and behind the crumbled walls and fallen pillars of the ruins as the half-blinded behemoth thrashed about in a wild fury to smash, impale and consume any living creature in the vicinity. Leriff took a single breath--a deep, cleansing one--to steady himself. For the first time since the sight of violence incarnate had filled his vision, he pushed the panic down. He held the air inside his lungs as his fear dissipated and then let it out slowly, in a single word. “Flow.”

Like a lightning strike, he was in motion. He did not give the behemoth time to turn and face him this time. Instead, he planted his foot on one of the fallen pillars left behind in the creature’s destructive wake and leapt from it. With no weapon, Leriff fell to the last one he had left, and perhaps the one he found the most familiarity with. He lifted his hand back and focused, relaxing his muscles--opening every little gate inside his body that would block the flow of power within. He clenched his fist and collided with the behemoth, smashing the creature square on the side of its head. The beast staggered backwards at the impact, and Leriff landed back onto the ground, rolling along the sand to find his way back to his feet.

His left arm hung limp at his side. He had focused what strength he could muster into his arm, and brought all that strength to bear against the behemoth. When the blow had connected with the near steel-proof hide of the beast, the aether he had summoned needed go somewhere. And, since he could not pierce the behemoth’s hide with the power, somewhere it went. Out. In every direction it could. Muscles burst and bones broke as it vacated his arm, and now it hung useless. He choked the pain back. There would be time for pain later. Or there would not be, and he would be dead. Either way, now it could not be a distraction.

Man and beast stared at one another in a showdown, but it was Leriff who made the first move. There was no time for bravado. If he continued to break himself on the creature’s back, he would surely die. He had to kill the behemoth now. He moved like crashing water around the hulking arms, spinning, stopping and starting again to avoid being crushed beneath one of the behemoth’s fists. When he found his opening, he ran for it.

He ran, until he stumbled. Skill played its part in keeping him safe, but it did not matter how fast or how skilled Leriff was. He was tired. And eventually, he would lose. In the split second it took for the man to put his plan into action, in the single mistake the lapse of attention brought, Leriff had moved in a direction he could not dodge away from. The fist came down, straight into the sand, and caught the entirety of the man’s right leg. It crumbled like paper. This was not pain he could push down, and the hunter screamed in agony, his body slinging back in response.

The behemoth pushed its head down, and as easily as a bull charges a cape, it speared Leriff directly through the stomach on one of its massive horns, lifting the broken hunter off the ground. Finally, having brought the man to its level, it met the hunter eye to eye, unbridled fury seething out.

Leriff choked on blood as he slumped onto the horn, using his one good arm to try in vain to push his body back off. When he could not muster the strength, he fell forward, trying to at least slow the pain until he died. His arms dangled off the sides and hung limply. Click. Leriff slowly lifted his palm and let it drop again. Click. His eyes shot open and as life drained from him through the hole in his stomach, he let his head fall to the side to look just below. His salvation lay still stuck in the behemoth’s eye. Click. Leriff weakly brought his hand up and down. Click. The ring struck the metal of the gunblade once more. “Do not fear it.” CRACK.

A piece of the infused flint chipped off, and Leriff’s hand went up in flames. He stuck his burning hand into the bag that hung from his shoulder until he found it--the fuse. With the linen lit, and the urge to survive taking hold, Leriff pulled the bag from his shoulder and threw it into the behemoth’s face, sending some of the balls of packed explosive falling out as it flew through the air. He curled his burning fist up and screamed out every drop of air in his lungs as he brought it down onto the horn. He would either die now, or later when he could not muster the strength to take one more step. He chose later. With all of his might, and all the life left in his body, he brought his power down onto the protruding horn. It cracked, broke and dropped the hunter with half of it still stuck within him. The behemoth’s roar was cut short as the explosion ripped its head apart, the shockwave of it crumbling the ruins about on top of it. For his effort, the explosion threw Leriff like a sack, straight back into a pillar where he cracked the back of his head. He dropped to the ground without further fight, and the world went black.

***

It was two full moons before he could enter the office. The workers had dug the corpse out from beneath the ruins the moment the dust had settled, but when one heard the heartbeat, they had dropped everything to abandon the desert and bring him home. Constant care as the suns passed was all that kept him from death. Conjurers, companions, doctors, chirurgeons, and every single person the man had earned favors with in his work had come forth, and only through the constant vigil of those around him did he find himself in the office today.

Jajarilu sat on his stool behind his desk, watching in contempt as his employees helped the monster hunter into the room. Leriff looked like a holiday decoration, so wrapped in bandages. He struggled to stand, and only managed to move thanks to the wooden crutch he had propped into the pit of his arm. The lalafell only spoke once Leriff had situated himself, standing at the other end of his massive desk. “I am glad to see you well! You have come for payme--”

“You knew.” The look Leriff gave the patron of the excavation work was not all too different from that which he gave the behemoth that nearly took his life. “Your foreman told me, already. You knew it was there.”

Jajarilu’s hesitation lasted for but a moment. One did not reach such a level of wealth if they found themselves thrown off by every interruption. He coughed once to command the attention once more before jumping to his feet. “I did. It was a risk, but the work we have done now that--” He stopped as he saw the hunter’s expression. “It doesn’t matter.” He walked briefly around the desk until he reached a set of stairs, the small ladder bringing him to stand atop his workspace. He walked over the desk, arms swinging at his sides, until he could place himself in front of his hunter, and with a big smile, produced a bulging pouch of coins. “Here. A bonus! To our continued success together!” He dropped the pouch into Leriff’s hand as the Doman looked at it with a dumbfounded expression. “Now, if you don’t--”

Leriff smashed his head into Jajarilu’s, sending the lalafell tumbling down off his desk and onto the floor. The hunter then lifted his crutch and pinned the businessman to the floor by the throat, placing a dangerous amount of weight onto the wooden support. It would not be difficult, even weakened, to end the man’s life. All he needed do was push down a touch harder. His eyes shifted to offer his attention to those around the room, some pensively ready to heed the need for aid of their employer. He would not be able to get away, afterwards. He was too weak. Leriff glared down at the small man as Jajarilu pathetically flailed in an attempt to push the crutch off his neck. “Do not contact me again.”

None of the workers attempted to stop Leriff. They felt he had earned at least that much. He released Jajarilu and stumbled to the door, fumbling it open with one hand before leaving the office for good. After making it to the street, and out the gate beyond, Leriff made his way to one of the myriad of refugees still located in Stonesthrow. He dropped the pouch of coin at the man’s foot to a look of confusion.

“Sir..?”

“I do not want it.” Leriff gripped his crutch tightly and slowly made his way back home.

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howtodisassembleyourdeviant · 5 years ago

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Overlooked Flowers pt.3 (Good end)

If you asked me to tag you, I'm not ignoring you, I just don't know what I'm doing yet and have to do all this from my phone.

Please enjoy!

Something wasn't right. It kept eating at him. You may have been reclusive lately, but you would always answer immediately, a minute at the most. However, It's been twenty since he asked you to 'hang out'. He missed you. He didn't like that you were pushing him away.

He stood up from his couch and headed towards the door.

"You're going to see her, aren't you?" Chloe's voice called from behind him. She had been spending more and more nights at his apartment. When things were good, he didn't mind, but things rarely stayed merry for long and when that happened, he felt like an intruder in his own home. During these times, he wished you would let him come over. He was comfortable around you, able to be himself. Unlike now, where he is contemplating telling Chloe that he got a call from the DPD, from Hank, or Markus, just to avoid the argument that telling the truth was sure to spawn. In the end, his preconstructions informed him of his low success rate, deciding it really didn't matter. He only gave a moment's pause before slipping his boots on.

"I have to. I think something's wrong."

"If you leave, I won't be here when you come back, " her voice had a dangerous edge to it. This was not the first time he had put you above her. They had many arguments about it, but it was about to be the last.

He looked over his shoulder before opening the door.

"I'm sorry."

And with that, he left.

Climbing into his car, Connor was surprised how easy it was to cut ties with Chloe. They had been in a relationship for two months now, and he did care for her. Surely this should affect him on some emotional level, but all that he could feel is dread. You still haven't answered him, even as he sent several more messages and tried calling you. It was making him frantic, pushing him to switch to manual steering, speeding around corners and intersections.

He managed to get to your house in record time. A knock and a call of your name only prompted your cat to start mewling loudly, but he knew you were home. He banged on your door before finally giving up on formalities and trying the handle. He was surprised to find it unlocked, panic surging through his artificial veins. It all came to a stop when he found you on the floor, reaching for your phone with blood-soaked fingers.

"Y/n!"

Wasting no time, he called for an ambulance as he bolted to your side. You were surrounded by flower petals stained a deep red. A quick scan confirmed his suspicions.

Hanahaki disease.

The roots were so entangled within that his scanner was having trouble differentiating between the roots and your arteries. He could see how they twisted around your inner workings, each it's own form of agony, and he could see where several had punctured through your lungs, slowly flooding your airways.

Carefully, he scooped you up and cradled you to his chest. The movement set off another fit, but it was weak, you being too tired to fight against it anymore.

"Help is on the way, just hang on, " his voice was strained, forcing the words out in an effort to calm you when you both knew they wouldn't be able to help. The accursed plant was too large now and unless it perished it would cause just as much damage to try and remove it.

Your glossy eyes fought to focus on him, mouthing his name but unable to say it, only a gurgled cough escaped along with more flower petals. The sound crushed his heart. He didn't know what to do. At this point, he wishes you had been assaulted by a burglar. At least then he would be able to attend to your wounds. How can he stop a flower from growing? Who could you love so much that you would die for them?

"Why? Why didn't you tell me?" His eyes welled up with tears, dripping down his face and onto your cheeks. He wants to find the person responsible. To break them to match how broken you are. Only an idiot could deny the chance to be with you.

Unable to speak, you reached your hand up, cupping his face, thumb rubbing against his cheek, wiping away his tears. He could feel a warm wetness from your palm, knowing it was likely your blood, but he didn't care. He leaned into your touch, placing one of his hands over yours.

Your lips moved, mouthing the words that made him realize that he was the idiot. A sob escaped him, watching as you slipped in and out of consciousness. Your hand went limp against his cheek.

"Please... Don't go... Don't leave me, " he sobbed, pulling you closer, "I... I love you. I love you so much." How could he be so stupid? You gave him everything he asked so freely, and he had mistaken the feelings that had bloomed as friendship rather than something more, something deeper. He can't lose you. "I love you, " he whispered against your ear as he held you closer against his chest.

You sharply gasped, eyes wide before you began a fresh wave of coughing, this one far more violent. It was in this moment that the paramedics burst through the door, shoving the android out of the way and rushing you to the back of the ambulance. He didn't even have a chance to say goodbye. All you left behind was a single, dead petal. He picked it up and clutched it to his chest.

You were in surgery for 17 hours as android and human alike worked together to repair the damage and remove the now dead, shriveled plant from within your inner workings. 17 hours with no news as Connor paced the entire time, still clutching the withered petal against him. Seeing it, feeling its course surface, he is reminded there is a chance. That, with it dead, you could be saved.

Hank stopped by during the tenth hour, after hearing what happened when Connor didn't show up for his shift. Hank had known you were sick, caught you coughing into a black handkerchief, the color likely hiding the blood. Anytime he asked you about it, you brushed him off, eventually snapping at him to leave you alone. He had no idea what it was, or that it was this bad. Had he had known, he wouldn't have been so quick to back off. Of course, being what it is, you likely would have continued on your self-destructive path, unwilling to lose your emotions. Can't really blame ya. As much as he wished to stop feeling after Cole, he couldn't imagine life without them, like a machine.

"Connor, sit your ass down, she's gonna be fine," Hank groused. he wasn't very confident about his declaration, he's seen what hanahaki can do to a person, but he'd say anything if it would calm his partner down, make him get rid of that broken look on his face. Connor acknowledged him, sat for all of five minutes, clutching something in his hand, before standing back up and returning to pacing back and forth.

Where the hell was Chloe? Wait, scratch that. Connor, looking like a stiff breeze could blow him over, over another woman, a woman even Hank thought he was gonna get serious with, and, to top it off, the woman is only dying because of him... yeah, if he were Chloe, he wouldn't be here either. probably would've dumped his ass.

"Wearin' a path into the floor ain't gonna make them work any faster. Just calm down." Connor looked over at him, the sight breaking the old man's heart.

"I can't."

That was all he could get out of the devastated android. He stood, grabbing Connor by the shoulder and pulling him into a tight embrace. The RK800 stood frozen for a moment before a sob escaped his throat, hands gripping tightly at the lieutenant's coat. Hank held him, feeling him quake with every hushed cry.

"She'll be alright, she'll pull through," he consoled, a few tears escaping his own eyes as his heart ached for his boy. After a long while, Connor had finally calmed down, releasing his death grip on Hank's jacket and pulling back, giving the man a brief, wry smile.

"Thanks, Hank, " he breathed, letting it out while wiping at his face. Glancing at his, now empty, hands, Connor looked to the ground, searching urgently for something. Before Hank could question it, he seemed to have found what he was looking for, watching him pick up what looked like a small, old leaf.

"Whatcha got there?" Connor hesitantly held it out for him to see, as if Hank would snag it away like he had done with so many of his quarters.

"She had coughed it up right when the paramedics showed up, " he pulled it back to his chest.

"So it died?" Hank sounded incredulous, eyeing the android.

"I... I told her I love her..."

The grizzled lieutenant merely nodded. The plant could only die if genuine feelings are expressed. He had to bite his tongue against saying 'bout damn time', knowing that would only worsen the poor kid's pain. He had no idea, and you were willing to die rather than voice your feelings, claiming to want Connor to 'find his own way'. Hank knew better. You were scared. Once you were better, Hank was gonna give you an earful for letting fear and pride blind you and damn near kill you.

Hank was there for another three hours before Fowler called him. He was adamant about staying, but Connor urged him to go, only agreeing under the condition that he is informed the second you were out of surgery.

………..

The head surgeon came out, informing him of the damage he already knew of and all the work needed to pull you back from the brink. You weren't out of the woods, but you were stable. He was thankful that you had listed him as your emergency contact, as when they tried to explain you were still in bad shape and resting, he went to your room anyway. He had to see you, no matter what state you are in.

You had so many machines hooked to you, and your frail form seemed more so against the stark white bed. Connor sat in the chair beside you, taking one of your fragile hands between his own, the petal he had clung to this entire time, now resting in his breast pocket. He watched as your chest gently rose and fell, but it felt so artificial, being forced in by the tube down your throat. A scan of your body revealed all the work that had gone in to save you, and the devastation the plant had wreaked. He watched your heart, beating at a languid pace, matching the slow beeps of the monitor. It was weak, but it was there.

Your face was so pale, and you looked so worn. How long had you been battling against the manifestation of your lament? Why couldn't you have just told him? So many nights spent lying tangled together... why didn't you ask him to stay? Had he understood human emotions more, understood his own better...

There was no going back, now.

he stayed by your side, unmoving even as the nurses would try to tell him that you needed your rest, to come back during visitor hours. Knowing of your condition deterred them from doing much else. He only moved when the nurses needed to care for you, returning to your side the second they were done. He asked Hank to care for your cat. Connor felt terrible for leaving the feline alone after it had witnessed such a tragic event, but he couldn't leave you, not again. Whatever happens now, he will be here, by your side.

Two days passed with no change. Hank stopped by a couple of times, but he didn't stay for long, feeling like he was intruding. He would ask if Connor wanted anything and if he thought of something, just let him know. A couple of your friends had stopped by as well, the few that still cared for you even as you pushed them away. Once they learned what happened, they realized what you were doing, what you had done to hide your illness. They left little gifts, as flowers felt a little inappropriate, considering the situation, wishing you well. One brought a fleece blanket, knowing how much you loved the soft material and how you hated feeling cold. How ironic it was that your favorite season was Winter. Most ignored his existence, though two glared at him. How could he blame them, sitting here, going over memory after memory. It was there, your feelings written in everything you did. how he did not see was beyond him.

A jarring sound broke him from his thoughts. A sustained beep resonating from your monitor. Panicked, he scanned your chest to find your heart still, lifeless. A few nurses burst in, paging for a doctor while trying to resuscitate you. They knocked him out of the way, and he watched in horror as they fought to bring you back.

"Don't go," he whimpered, seeing them bring out the paddles. Your body jumped when they pressed them down to your chest, the monitor hiccuping before flatlining once more. He couldn't handle it. His chest aching in a way he had never experienced before, making him want to rip his own thirium pump out to make it stop.

"DON'T GO!!!" he cried out despairingly. One of the nurses looked to him in annoyance.

"Get him out of here." Two large men came up, attempting to grab him. He struggled and fought, trying to remain with you. One of them punched him in the temple...

He jolted in his seat, unaware of his surroundings for a second. He was still in your hospital room. You remained in bed, unaware of the outside world.

At some point, he had slipped into stasis, the stress bleeding into his dreamscape, resulting in the horrible nightmare that left him trembling. You had not gone into cardiac arrest. You had not left him. A diagnostic told him he had entered low power mode for 7 hours. He couldn't believe so much time had passed and he didn't notice. Still, he picked up your hand and held your wrist against his ear, listening to the steady pulse. It was enough for now.

The soothing thumps kept lulling the emotionally drained android in and out of stasis. Though, with the added reassurance, it was a dreamless slumber, his body merely processing background information and attempting to maintain, if not lower, his elevated stress level by shutting down as many systems as it could without causing issues. The hours passed by in what felt like minutes.

The following day, they decided to remove your artificial breathing. The doctor observed as the android nurse removed the tube from your throat. Connor watched with bated breath, fear striking him like lightning each second your chest remained still. Finally, you sucked in a harsh breath, gasping a few times before your breathing stabilized, slow and uneven and very much alive. A tear escaped his eye as relief washed over him.

On day nine, a tug at his hands and the loss of your warmth against his face brought him out of stasis once more.

Your eyes were fluttering open, hands going into the blanket, balling the material up in your fists.

"Ahh," you gasped, eyes wide as tears began to form. Your monitor began beeping faster, heart racing as you struggled to figure out what was happening. Your rapid breathing irritated your damaged throat, triggering a coughing fit, making it worse. You pulled at the iv in your arm, panic rising. Connor quickly pulled your hand away before you could get it out, then paged a nurse. He put his hand on your cheek, trying to get your attention.

"Y/n, it's alright, you're at the hospital," he was unsure if his words were registering in your pain-laced mind, "I've got you... I've got you."

Your coughing eased as your breathing started to slow, but the tears continued to fall. There was some blood on your lips, prompting Connor to scan you. Luckily, there was minimum damage, nothing that would require you to go back into surgery. The nurse finally showed up. Seeing the situation, she promptly left again, grabbing a needle and injecting your IV with liquid relief. Your hand gripped his free hand tightly before you were out once more. It was an intense interaction, but you had awakened. He planted a small kiss on your brow, wiping your tears away and dabbing away the blood, promptly returning to his previous position, feeling more hopeful than before. He didn't let go of your hand.

You were improving, and soon he would be able to tell you how he feels, without fear and despair enveloping everything. When you are better, he might even scold you a bit for keeping such a huge secret from your "best friend". He wondered what will they be now? "Dating", as he had classified him and Chloe? Or, perhaps, "girlfriend and boyfriend" as Chloe had labeled them? Than again, considering all that the two of you have done in the past, would it be the title of " lovers"? He supposes he'll leave those titles for you to decide, as long as he can label you "mine" and you do the same in return.

It would be two more days before you would regain consciousness again. Hank had brought him spare clothes the previous day, as when you had woken up, something within himself woke up as well. He felt more alive than the previous days, more himself.

With it, he noticed how disheveled he was, pointing out that he was still wearing the clothes from the night he had found you, the blood long dried and beyond smelling like copper to a rancid scent that could not be healthy. In his trance, he had not noticed, but now, he was certain you would not appreciate the foul air once you woke up again. Most of the blood on his cheek had been washed away by his tears, but some still remained, sticking to his face unpleasantly. He borrowed the bathroom that was adjacent to your bed, washing his face and hands before switching clothes. He wanted to look presentable for when you awoke again.

He had also requested for an extra sweater, which he draped over you. In one of his memories, he had forgotten his sweater at your house. When he went to retrieve it, he found that you were sleeping, the sweater held close to your chest. At the time, he thought you were cold, as the blanket was kicked off of you, so he carefully took his sweater from your arms and pulled the blanket up. Seeing it now, he cringed, having realized that was probably the worst conclusion and action he could have come up with.

When you awoke, it was not nearly as dramatic as the last time. Your eyes were slow to focus, and you kept trying to look around, confused. Eventually, your eyes found him, beginning to fill with tears. You tried to say something, but with your dry, damaged throat, all that came out was a breathy wheeze.

"Don't speak. You could further injure yourself." You nodded slightly, placing your hand over his. He picked it up and brought it to his lips. You smiled, one he matched with his own. With your free hand, you gestured, asking for some water.

"They don't want you drinking too much while your throat is swollen, but I'll see if you can have some ice." He tries to stand, but you tighten your grip on his hand, distressed.

"I'll be right back, " he bent down, gently placing a kiss on your lips, " and I'm not going anywhere."

"I…l…ve…ou, " your voice was barely there, but it was enough to make Connor's heart swell.

"I love you, too." It felt like a great weight had been lifted off his chest, watching your smile widen as you gently tugged on his tie to bring him back to your lips. He was sure he looked goofy, unable to keep himself from grinning.

……..

Hank came by a few hours later. He found Connor lying across your lap, his lower half propped up on a chair. One of your hands was tangled in his hair, your thumb caressing his crown. Your other hand was being held by his, breaking contact only when you needed to pop an ice cube into your mouth. You were both watching the tv across from your bed, some crime show, acting as if you were both simply at home and not in a hospital room after you almost kicked the bucket. You both had your own suspects, Connor using the evidence to explain his. Hank had no idea what you were saying. You would tap on Connor's head to get his attention so he could read your lips. Based on the scrap of paper by your bed, you both had been at this for a while, one check by your name, three by Connor's and five under both. Neither of you even noticed him until he cleared is throat. You seemed happy to see him, giving him a wave and a smile.

"Hello, Hank." Connor regarded him. If he didn't know better, he never would have guessed this was the same android that was on the verge of a complete mental breakdown not even two weeks ago and who had been sitting here since, the poster-child for depression.

"Don't you fuckin' 'hi Hank' me!" Hank barked, and instinctively you shrunk down into the sheets, avoiding eye contact. Connor sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed with his feet in the chair, "you two just gonna pretend nothing happened? You've been on the verge of killin' yerself, and now yer just chillin'? And you! You treat your friends like shit, quit yer job, almost kill yerself, and now yer sitting here, watching tv like it's any other regular day at home? Fuck you!"

"I-sor-ak! I-d-n't-an-" your words were incomprehensible, and Connor tried to tell you to stop, but it wasn't until you started coughing that you ceased. Connor glared at him.

"She can't even speak right now, what good would it do to chastise her?" When your fit ended, he held the cup of ice for you, taking one and slipping it into your mouth, "Besides, I've found, from personal experience, that near death experiences carry their own lesson."

"I'd believe that if you ever learned to listen to me, " Hank groused, hands crossed over his chest. Perhaps now was not the best time for this, but its hard not to get pissed off when the people who've you been scared shitless for are just laying about without a care in the world.

You tapped Connor, pointing to your lips and than to Hank. Catching on, he nodded and waited for you to start.

"I'm sorry, Hank, " Connor began, relaying your message by reading your lips, "I didn't want you to worry. I figured if everyone hated me it would hurt less when I was gone."

"Bullshit. Ya should've just told Connor, you fuckin' idiot!"

You scoffed, smiling at the lieutenant.

"Yep." You leaned forward and kissed Connor before settling back into the pillows, Connor following suit, laying back on your lap and taking your hand back in his.

"There's another chair over there, " Connor gestured to the far wall, "you're welcome to join us."

Hank shook his head before scoffing himself. Everything ended alright, might as well not dwell on what could have happened. He dragged the chair to the other side of your bed, jostling your hair before sitting down. You quickly fixed it before adding Hank to the roster, smiling at the makeshift family. To think you could have lost this. You really were an idiot, but you were an idiot in love, and it feels so much better when its reciprocated.

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dancingkirby · 4 years ago

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Finally another Azula Chapter!

Yooooo, I’m all done with the first two acts of the story now! (Except for editing and adding on any new ideas, that is.) And, as promised, here is Azula’s second PoV chapter.

WARNING: Non-graphic incest in the first part.

PAST

Flush with the excitement of the rally and freshly scrubbed, Azula was preparing for the audience with Father that she knew was imminent. It felt good to be back in her armor; the red and pink outfit had been both pretty and practical, but simply didn’t offer the same amount of protection. On the outside, she looked every bit the maiden warrior-princess. However, her inner layers were not nearly as modest.

Shiza made her patented frown as Azula rejected her usual bindings in favor of Daddy’s favorite pair of lingerie. Azula was fairly certain that Shiza had known about their secret relationship for some time; it would be hard for her not to since she was the one getting Azula ready most of the time. However, they appeared to have reached a silent agreement that they would both pretend she didn’t know.

The knocks on the door came at the perfect time, just as Shiza was putting the makeup knife away. So it was Father who wanted to speak with her first, then.

“Are you…will you be all right?” Shiza asked tentatively as Azula turned towards the door. What an odd question.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” she replied.

The throne room was empty save for herself and the Fire Lord…just as it had been when he’d sent her on this mission over three months ago. Azula stopped a respectful distance away, knelt, and pressed her forehead to the floor. Even when she raised her head, she remained kneeling with her eyes downcast, only daring to look up when she heard him part the flames.

“The conqueror of Ba Sing Se,” Father said.

Azula would have liked to bask in the praise, but knew exactly what she was expected to say. She made a noise of demurral before responding, “I would never have been able to do it if I hadn’t had such a wonderful teacher.”

“Indeed,” Father replied, slowly walking down the steps. His nearness made Azula quake in her boots, and not entirely out of fear. But she couldn’t think about that now.

“And your brother slayed the Avatar,” he continued, tugging on his beard. “I was surprised. I didn’t think he had it in him.”

How was she going to make this story believable?

“I didn’t either,” she began, trying to stall for a few seconds to think up the details. “I was busy fighting the waterbender. But then the Avatar was preoccupied, and Zuko saw his chance and took it.” Should she say he used lightning? No, that would be stretching credulity a bit too much. “Fire blast straight to the back. It was so precise and powerful that the Avatar never even knew what hit him. And if that didn’t kill him instantly, the long fall to the ground certainly did.”

There. That seemed to be an acceptable enough fudging of the truth. She didn’t mention that they still hadn’t got official confirmation that the Avatar was actually dead, which was making her a little nervous.

“Wonderful,” Father proclaimed. The story appeared to have passed his muster, and Azula made an internal sigh of relief.

“I take it that you received my dispatches about the intelligence I gathered?” she inquired. Father smirked.

“Yes. They’re planning an invasion during the eclipse. How precious.”

Azula allowed her face to relax the tiniest bit, and said, “I have no doubt that they think they’re the first people to ever try such a thing. The Earth King sang like a sparrowkeet about their super-secret plans without me even having to try. I wish you’d been there to see for yourself; you would have loved it.” Those idiots. They would have had increased security measures that day regardless.

Father gave a shout of laughter so loud and sudden that even Azula was startled.

“So do I!” he exclaimed. “But let us discuss that a little later, shall we? There are other matters I would like to attend to first.”

And just like that, Father became Daddy, and Azula adapted accordingly. She knew from years of experience how to change her entire demeanor in the blink of an eye. As she tugged her hair out of its topknot and let it fall freely down her back, she allowed her expression to soften, looking up at Daddy through her eyelashes while biting her lip.

“What a brilliant idea,” she said, voice changed from formal and measured to almost a purr. This had exactly the effect on Daddy, who ran over, picked her up, and slung her over his shoulder.

“Ohh,” she whispered into his ear. “Unhand me, you brute.”

“Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me to find a replacement for you all those months?” Daddy growled as they left the throne room and began what seemed like an unbearably long trip to his rooms.

Azula really didn’t want to think about who might have been her replacement. Instead, she giggled and said, “I can imagine.”

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The first time did hurt, a little bit, but that was to be expected, and nothing that Azula couldn’t handle. The second time, Daddy wasn’t in such of a big rush, so he could help make it feel good for her, too. After he had been thoroughly satisfied–twice–he was ready to talk strategy again. Azula always felt a little uneasy when he did this, because she wasn’t sure how to categorize this. It was sort of in between Father and Daddy; he expected her to be all business when she didn’t have a stitch of clothing on.

“The Avatar may be dead, but his friends will be out for revenge,” she told Daddy. “They should not be taken lightly. The waterbender has improved significantly even in the time I’ve fought against her, and rumor has it that the earthbender has somehow figured out how to bend metal. If that is true, our bunker is no longer impervious.”

Daddy frowned. “That is unfortunate. So you think that those two are our biggest threat? We will put the best of the Royal Guard at the main entrance, then, to neutralize them immediately.”

“Actually…no, I don’t think that,” Azula clarified.

“Then who is?”

Azula felt a smile tugging at her lips as she said, “The nonbender boy, believe it or not. His name is Sokka. He’s the brains of the group, and apparently the one who, um, figured out how to take down the drill.” Maybe not the best idea to remind Daddy of that. She rushed on, “Get into his head, knock him off-balance, and their entire plan will fail.”

“And you believe that you know how to do that?” Daddy asked.

Azula’s smile widened.

“I do,” she said simply.

PRESENT

She was prepared for every eventuality.

Well, maybe not every eventuality. She supposed that perhaps they would figure out how to make a replica of her drill. Or…or maybe they’d make a giant walking suit of armor that shot energy beams so powerful that they could annihilate anything in their path.

Actually, that last one was an intriguing idea. She’d have to remember to write that one down later.

But those were exceedingly unlikely scenarios, and she knew it. Without the Earth Kingdom’s resources, there was no way that they would have the wherewithal to make such powerful weapons. She was still prepared for every plausible eventuality.

Azula was quite confident that the Avatar and his friends would be heading this way. War Minister Qin had been instructed to misdirect them, and that was a simple enough task that she thought even he couldn’t mess it up. Everything was ready. She had her Dai Li as backup, perched in the rafters. (Really, she wished she could have had Mai and Ty Lee with her as well, but they were sheltering in their own homes.) The past several weeks, Azula had been occupied with perfecting her nonbending fighting and evasion skills. She’d had Ty Lee give her some pointers, and even considered getting her lover to chi-block her to mimic the effects of the eclipse (all her research indicated that said effects were not pleasant). However, she had ultimately decided against it. That might set an unfortunate precedent, after all.

Speaking of which, she thought that the effects were kicking in now. It wasn’t so bad if one knew to expect them; mostly a sensation of cold and mild nausea. Everything was muted this far underground, anyway.

Then…footsteps and shouting outside. Qin had succeeded in his deception. She adjusted her posture so she looked exactly the right combination of threatening and casual. As the doors were blown open with a gust of wind, she smiled.

“So, you are alive after all,” she said, just as she had rehearsed in the privacy of her bedroom countless times. “I had a hunch that you survived. But it doesn’t matter. I’ve known about the invasion for months.”

The look of shock on the trio’s faces (the waterbender girl wasn’t with them; too bad) was quite possibly the most gratifying thing that Azula had seen in her entire life. Did they perhaps think of her as some sort of supernatural entity with psychic powers? She was happy to let them continue believing that. The somewhat more mundane truth was, they hadn’t been quite as good as hiding as they thought they were, and she had received intelligence from multiple islands about a group matching their descriptions.

“Where is he? Where’s the Fire Lord?” the Avatar demanded. Did he honestly think she was going to just tell him?

“Mm. You mean I’m not good enough for you? You’re hurting my feelings,” she said as she stood up, letting the barest hint of the voice she used for Daddy seep through. She would do whatever it took to keep them distracted.

“Stop wasting our time and give use the information,” Sokka demanded, gesturing with his sword. He’d caught on quickly, just as Azula had expected. “You’re powerless right now, so you’re in no position to refuse.”

Pfft. Look who’s talking.

The earthbender (her name was…Toph?) added, “And stick to the truth. I’ll be able to tell if you’re lying.”

“Are you sure? I’m a pretty good liar,” Azula answered. Quickly casting around in her head for the most ridiculous statement possible, she said, “I am a four hundred-foot-tall purple platypus bear with pink horns and silver wings.”

It took no effort at all. Every successful member of the Fire Nation royal family learned to lie almost as soon as they could talk. When one was in such a high-stakes position, wearing one’s feelings on one’s sleeve could be deadly. Zuzu had learned that the hard way.

“…Okay, you’re good, I admit it,” Toph said. Azula managed to not so much as even flinch as the earthbender trapped her in a column that went up to her chin. “But you ought to consider telling the truth anyway!”

So far, everything was going exactly according to plan; it was almost too easy. By Azula’s mental count, about two minutes had passed since the start of the eclipse. All she had to do was to continue to occupy them for six more.

Azula and the Dai Li had agreed that the latter would make their presence in the room known as soon as Toph tried earthbending for the first time. Right on cue, the column binding Azula crumbled into nothing. Her trio of adversaries looked flabbergasted again; Azula could almost hear them thinking, “Wait…she can earthbend?!”

“When I left Ba Sing Se, I brought home some souvenirs…Dai Li agents!” she explained.

The fight that followed was more an amusement than anything else. At last, Azula got to show off the results of her extensive practice. No matter what obstacle they might throw at her, she could leap, jump, or flip through it. It was rather like what she’d always imagined that airbending would feel like; sometimes, she looked at Ty Lee’s gray eyes and wondered.

Finally, Sokka realized how much time had passed, and told the other two to stop attacking.

“She’s just playing with us. She’s not even trying to win this fight!” he said, a note of panic creeping into his voice.

(If he thought Azula hadn’t noticed how his eyes raked over her body as she flew past him, he was deluding himself.)

“Not true! I’m giving it my all,” Azula informed him. Technically, this wasn’t even a lie, since she didn’t specify what “it” was. They bickered a while longer, accusing her of wasting their time when they were doing a perfectly good job at it themselves. Then Sokka got them back to their senses again, and the three of them turned and started walking away.

“It’s a trap. Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Azula said. There were only a couple of minutes left in the eclipse now; she doubted that they’d reach Father in time even if they did know the way. And if they blundered their way into one of the rooms surrounding his…it would not be pleasant for them.

“Ignore!” Sokka urged them as they continued walking.

It was time. She’d been looking forward to this moment for the whole fight.

“So, Sokka’s your name, right?” she began. “My favorite prisoner used to mention you all the time.”

He halted, turned his head back to look at her. She had him.

Azula continued, “She was convinced you were going to come rescue her. Of course, you never came, and she gave up on you!” As his face crumpled, she felt a surge of triumph and…something else?

Had she thought that her trick with the dagger was going to work? Not really. Things would be more convenient for her that way, of course, but it would have put this part of her plan to a disappointingly premature end. In any case, Toph disarmed her and threw her against the rough stone wall hard enough that Azula was certain it would leave a nasty bruise, and Sokka had her pinned before she could retaliate.

“WHERE. IS. SUKI?!” he snarled. Oh, did he think that Azula had tortured his little girlfriend? She was happy for him to continue thinking that. Father would have used torture, yes, but Azula didn’t see the point of resorting to it when there were other, more subtle ways of getting what she wanted.

She continued to smile down at him, saying nothing, and couldn’t help but notice that his Fire Nation topknot suited him well. So did that primitive…thing that passed for a military uniform with the Water Tribe barbarians. That darker blue was definitely his color; he should wear it more often.

“Where’s Suki?” Sokka repeated, interrupting her musings. “Answer me!” The Avatar tried to get him to back off, but he didn’t listen. “Where are you keeping her?!”

Azula simply smiled even more. Making him angry was so…so…wait. Was that just her feeling the eclipse about to end, or was her body responding to him? Daddy had had her against walls, many times, and often as enraged as Sokka was now. That was all it was. Still…if she managed to take Sokka prisoner as well, maybe she could…

No. Daddy wouldn’t allow that. And even if he did, it was a stupid idea. Thankfully, before her hormones could come up with any further less-than-brilliant schemes, Azula was bailed out by the sound of a large explosion coming from the general direction of Father’s room. She could feel her own power resurging as well.

“Oh! Sounds like the firebending’s back on!” she said in faux-surprise. She had herself freed within a few seconds, and generously informed her opponents of her father’s location.

Azula felt elated as she ran out of the room. Her plan had been a complete success; Father would be so happy when he heard. She didn’t have any time to check in with him, though; she had to hurry onto an airship to make sure the Avatar and his friends got out and stayed out.

…Right after she found a bathroom.

#azula #ozai #sokka #fanfic

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Code Geass: Paladins of Voltron Chapter 12: Taking Flight

"Sire, if capturing Voltron is the Empire's number-one priority, then I suggest we begin moving the main fleet toward its last known location posthaste." The Galran commander said as he knelt boldly before his leader. It was Prorok, a proud Galra that was currently stationed at the Galra's main fleet. Ambitious and loyal to the bone, he did everything in the name of Zarkon for his best interests, even if it meant taking matters into his own hands.

To Prorok's disgust, though, the witch turned to the Emperor and presented her own course of action. "Lord, after many years, the Komar Experiment is finally ready. Soon, we could have more quintessence at our fingertips than ever imagined. We must test it before moving the fleet."

Prorok rose in defiance, "We don't have time for any more of your magic. We must move our ships now." The Emperor must see that this was the perfect opportunity to take Voltron.

"Voltron is the most powerful weapon ever created," Haggar argued, "His puny ships will never be up to the task. We must be well prepared for our next encounter."

Zarkon slammed his hands against the arms of his throne, and Prorok took a step back in surprise before immediately kneeling again.

"I know better than anyone the power of Voltron. Haggar has my trust. We will perform her test," he decided.

Seeing that there was no more point in arguing, Prorok rose to his feet and stormed out of the room. He met up with one of the Galra officers he was over, Thace, a quiet but loyal Galra, in the hall away from the throne room.

"The witch has his ear. Keep sending our offer out to any scum between Planet Arus and Balmera X-95-Vox. I'll capture Voltron on my own."

o~o

"Okay. So, when we get there, what do you think? Do we just roll up and like, start blasting? Or do we land and have some kind of... public address system, like, 'Attention, Galras. This is Voltron. Turn yourselves in!' No, nevermind. Blasting, right?" Shirley asked as she paced anxiously with the rest of the Paladins sitting on the steps below her. She had no idea how a rescue mission was supposed to go. Not to mention this would be Voltron's first official mission, several things could go wrong. She was almost having an anxiety attack when Kallen gently interrupted her.

"Shirley, calm down. And yes, blasting."

"Shirley, it's okay for you to be nervous," Rai reassured her, "it's our first big mission, a rescue mission even. Everything's going to be alright."

"Nervous? I think she's more excited," Rivalz grinned.

"Excited to see her new BFF!" Milly sang as she tipped her head to wink at the Orange Paladin.

Shirley looked like she wanted to protest when unusual alarms started going off in the ship. They didn't sound like the emergency ones, though.

"What's happening? Are we under attack?" Lelouch asked urgently.

"No, it seems to be a distress beacon," Coran informed them as a small red triangle appeared on his and Allura's screens.

"It's coming from a nearby moon," Allura confirmed, "Apparently, a ship has lost power."

"I wonder who it is?" Suzaku wondered.

"Okay, well, whoever it is will have to wait," Shirley insisted, "The Balmerans have first priority. We can check back on them when we're done."

"The Paladin Code states that we must help all those in need," Allura chastised.

"Wow! This is so cool," Rivalz exclaimed, "It's like we're space cops on space patrol. Coran, do we have a siren we can turn on?"

"Uh, no, we don't," Coran admitted.

"Well, we could record you making a siren noise and broadcast that to them if you'd like," C.C. suggested with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Perfect!" The Blue Paladin started to make some pretty lousy siren noises before Lelouch pinched Rivalz lips shut.

"Nope, not doing that!"

o~o

It didn't take long for the Castleship to approach the moon in question. Seated around a small bond-fire were two aliens, a little robot, supplies, and a decent-sized ship that looked like it had been worn out through many battles.

"Attention, damaged craft, this is Princess Allura. We are coming to assist you." The six towers folded in on themselves, and the castle turned upright with more fluidity than any Knightmare or aircraft on Earth could ever achieve. It slowly and gracefully lowered to the ground next to the crew.

One of the aliens, a humanoid alien, with four fingers instead of five. He was tall with muscular arms, mauve skin, and purple spots. He had lank white hair and some pre-pubescent facial scruff. He also had downturned eyes and a cartoonishly straight nose.

"Whoa. Nice ship."

o~o

"Stay aboard and try to get as many of our systems clear of that Galra crystal energy as you can. We'll see who hailed us," Allura informed Coran and C.C. as she and the Paladins all prepared to meet the lost aliens.

"Yes, Princess," Coran nodded while C.C. shrugged. She might as well learn how a few of the things worked on the castle. Two pairs of hands were better than one after all.

o~o

They didn't take any of the Lions down to greet the strangers. Instead, the team descended to the ground in a small elevator shuttle. The doors opened to reveal the Princess and the entirety of Team Voltron as a whole. As they exited and approached the stranded party, the purple skin leader grinned, holding a wrench-like device in his hands.

"You don't know how glad we are to see some friendly faces. Most folks don't want to get tangled up with anyone who's on the run from the Galra."

"So, you're fighting the Galra as well?" Milly asked. However, almost immediately upon exiting the pod, her student council president senses perked up. Something felt wrong to the Yellow Paladin. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something was off.

"Well, I don't think Zarkon is exactly quaking in his boots at the three of us," he gestured to the robot and his female comrade, "but we do what we can. I'm Rolo. This is Nyma, and our cyber-unit, Beezer."

"Hi," Nyma smiled. She was a tall alien with pointy ears, cream and yellow skin, and blonde hair with two brown stripes at her forehead. Her eyes were light purple with darker purple pupils and sclera. Her lower arms were slightly larger than her upper arms, and she had three fingers on each hand.

Rai's eyes nearly bugged out of his head at the sight of the robot. That was probably one of the coolest pieces of machinery he'd ever seen! "Cool robot!"

Rivalz was wholly enraptured with Nyma as he immediately shook her hand and introduced himself, "Hi! Name's Rivalz!"

"Was your ship damaged in a fight?" Suzaku asked Rolo.

"Yeah, we've really been through it with the Galra. Parts are hard to come by," the purple alien explained as he looked back at the ship, "Luckily, we were able to limp to this moon about a week ago. If you didn't pick up our distress signal, I didn—"

"We're happy to help," Allura interrupted him, "I am Princess Allura of Altea, and from now on, you won't be alone fighting the Galra. You'll have the Paladins of Voltron by your side."

Rolo rubbed his chin and looked back and forth between the two groups. Lelouch, Suzaku, Milly, and Kallen were standing next to Allura at the ready. A hint of light even shined off Lelouch's helmet. On the other hand, behind Rolo, Rai was still examining Beezer with Shirley crouched next to the robot with a small smile. Meanwhile, Rivalz was again flirting with Nyma, who giggled at a remark the Blue Paladin made.

"...Okay," Rolo replied dryly, not really sounding impressed.

"I don't believe they've heard of us," Lelouch said.

"Well, it has been 10,000 years," Kallen muttered the remark.

"Voltron? Seven robot Lions that combine into this big robot... person?" Shirley tried to explain.

"Sounds impressive," Rolo said, "I'd love to see it. Or—Or him. Them?"

"Alright, enough chit-chat!" Milly proclaimed, clapping her hands twice, "Let's get to work on your ship. We all have places to go and people to see."

"You know how to fix spaceships, Milly?" Suzaku asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, my family does own the Ganymede, and therefore I know it's maintenance and function. This should at least be a little similar, at least the basics anyway." Milly didn't mention that she'd also binged, with the help of a translator, a couple of manuals she'd found on the ship while they were waiting for Rivalz to wake up from cryo-sleep.

"I can help too," Kallen said, "I've had to repair Knightmares from scratch before. Two sets of eyes are better than one too." Milly nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, sure," Rolo agreed as he leads the two of them to the ship.

"Pretty much our whole flaxum assembly is shot," he explained as he opened one of the hatches, "I don't know what kind of extra parts you carry in this rig of yours. I've never seen anything quite like it."

"I'm sure we can get you back up and running," Allura smiled. In the background, Rivalz was attempting to flex his muscles for Nyma, who giggled at his efforts. Milly was watching the pair very suspiciously.

"Give Kallen and Milly a list of what you need. Coran can show you where to find it." Allura told Rolo then gestured to the two women.

"Okay," Kallen shrugged.

"We'll go with you," Rolo said, "Don't want you ladies carrying all that yourselves. Come on, guys."

Rolo started walking towards the Castle when Milly planted herself right in front of him with her hands on her hips.

"Uh, yeah, I don't think so. You can just wait out here."

"Milly, don't be rude!" Allura said sternly.

"Yeah, mind your manners," Rivalz said, "you're giving a bad impression!" He grinned apologetically at Nyma.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Oh, but does anyone remember the last time we let our defenses down?" Milly asked, with a frown and narrowed eyes, "Someone kind of set off a bomb. Remember, Rivalz? You were almost killed."

"Oh… yeah," Rivalz wilted a little at the memory.

"Milly's right," Lelouch nodded, "apologies, but we must exercise caution. This is our first meeting, after all."

"Hey, I don't take it personal," Rolo said with a smile. Beezer rolled forward and printed off a list of materials, which Rolo handed to Milly and Kallen, "That's how it is out here. You've got to look out for your own. You're doing a good job."

"Yeah, thanks," Milly frowned as she looked between the list and the alien.

o~o

"My planet was destroyed by the Galra, and I was taken captive," Rolo explained as he, Lelouch, Suzaku, Shirley, and Allura, as they all sat around the fire. "I managed to escape, but not before I lost something," he pulled up his pant leg to reveal a metal prosthetic leg.

"I'm so sorry," Shirley murmured. She glanced back behind Rolo to see that Rai was still playing with and examining Beezer. She wondered, even though most of his memories were gone, whether the Green Paladin felt the same way.

"Well," Kallen called out as she and Milly lugged a large storage box out, "I hope there are some parts in here that will fit."

Rolo glanced back but made no move to join them.

Milly scowled, "...You know, to get your ship moving?"

Rolo smiled and waved back, "Great! Thanks!"

"So, what can you tell us about Zarkon's forces?" Allura asked, drawing Rolo's attention again, "Where are they concentrated?"

"Well, his Command Ship sits right in the center of the Empire. He mostly calls the shots from there and has his minions do the work, depending on who's closest. This is the territory of a real nasty bugger named Sendak."

"Oh, trust us, we've met," Suzaku frowned.

"How far are we from the center?" Lelouch asked, leaning forward.

"We're way out on the fringes," Rolo said. Before he could say anything else, Milly roughly cleared her throat and walked to the group, with her arms crossed.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt, but I think you guys are kind of keeping Rolo from working. Didn't you remember we're supposed to be in a hurry? Shirley kind of has a promise she needs to keep."

"Yeah," the Orange Paladin nodded, standing up, "someone named Shay saved my life, and I told her I'd come back to help her and her people. You understand, don't you?"

"Sure. Sorry," Rolo said, as he passed Milly by. The Yellow Paladin pursed her lips and glared after him. Yup, these people were up to something all right.

As Rolo started looking through the parts, Lelouch walked up to Milly, "You've noticed too, huh?" he said lowly.

"Yeah. Sorry for the attitude Lulu, but I don't trust these people at all," Milly whispered back.

"Neither do I, but we can still use this opportunity to gain valuable intelligence on the enemy. Just keep your guard up."

"Got it," she nodded before glancing at Rolo again. She turned back to the prince. "Honestly Lulu, I think we should just leave the parts here and let him take care of-"

"Hey ma'am," Rolo called over to Milly, "Sorry, but do you think you could hunt down a length of thermal pipe, about yay long?" he held out his hands to show the measurement.

"I can do it," Kallen said as she ran back to the castle for the part, "be right back!"

As Kallen went to get the part, Lelouch walked up to Rolo again, "So are there more freedom fighters? Any kind of organized resistance to the Galra?"

"Only folks who haven't been colonized yet, or the lucky few, like us, who managed to escape somehow," the alien said.

"Well, we're going to change all that, very soon," Suzaku informed him as he walked up to them with Allura, Shirley, and Milly.

"That's good to hear," Rolo smiled, "but I've got to warn you, it's pretty bad out there. You don't know what you're up against."

o~o

"I mean, there are only seven of us in the entire universe, so…" Rivalz said as he kept talking the Nyma, "I guess you could say it's kind of a big deal."

"I don't understand," Nyma confessed, "The Lions are ships? Are they, like, flying statues that you ride on?"

"Oh, no, no, no. They're magic, but also super scientific and advanced," Rivalz explained, "And they fly crazy fast and have all these incredible weapons. Really, the entire castle is just insane! I wish you could see it."

"Yes, it's too bad we're not allowed inside. I would love a tour from one of the knights," Nyma said with a small smile, "But I guess the yellow one is in charge, huh? You have to obey her orders?"

"Who, Milly? Pfft, maybe at school I do, but not out here!" he grabbed Nyma's arm and enthusiastically led her inside the castle.

The two arrived at the command deck with no problem. "This place is incredible!" Nyma gasped.

"Yeah, I guess," Rivalz shrugged casually, "You get used to it."

"But it's so gigantic. It must take you forever to get to your Lion," Nyma said.

Rivalz just smirked, "Oh, you'd be surprised."

Soon the two of them were laughing gleefully as they slid down the zip line. Rivalz blushed the entire time as Nyma gripped his chest tightly. It didn't take long for the two to be in the Blue Lion's cockpit. Nyma looked around as the interior lit to life.

"Pretty slick, right?" Rivalz grinned.

"Unbelievable!" Nyma exclaimed, before turning to the Paladin, "Take me on a ride around the moon?"

Though Rivalz was flattered with the offer, he knew that Lelouch probably wouldn't approve of it, "Uh—We should probably get back to the others."

"Yeah, you're right," Nyma sighed, "Maybe Rai will give me a ride."

Upon hearing this, Rivalz completely changed his mind, "No! Whoa, whoa, hold on a second!" Rivalz stretched out and pressed a few buttons, activating the engines, "I mean what's the point of having the Lion if you can't enjoy it, right? Giddy-up, girl!" he exclaimed as the Lion zoomed out of its bay and rocketed into the sky.

Back down below, Kallen, Milly, and Rolo looked up just in time to see the Lion vanish.

"Ugh! Rivalz!" Kallen exclaimed in frustration.

"Ah, let them have their fun," Rolo said with a small smile, "Thanks to you two, this thing is just about ready, so we're going to be on our way soon. Too many light-years on that guy, I guess."

As Rolo returned to examining the ship, Milly couldn't help but narrow her eyes suspiciously at the part they just replaced. For some reason, it didn't look like it needed to be replaced entirely. Several other parts of the ship looked the same too, but Rolo had insistent on replacing them.

"Yeah... sure."

o~o

The Galra central command was hovering above a giant planet that looked to be flooded with beautiful trees and plants. But the Galra weren't here for that. No, what they sought was much more sinister.

From aboard the ship, the witch, Haggar, and her druids were floating on large platforms above. Haggar was positioned in the middle, with the other four druids surrounding her. Their platforms each had a Galran crystal underneath that began glowing a dark purple. Below them was a device merged in the center, right underneath Haggar.

"Begin the ritual," Haggar commanded, as a magic circle began to glow underneath her feet. Identical circles appeared under the others as well, "Druids of the Four Directions, join us!"

Pillars of purple energy hit Haggar's crystal, and the witch slowly guided it down past her in a vile form of dark magic. Upon being absorbed in her crystal, the energy hit the point where the merged device met, coloring it a wicked shade of black. The dark energy traveled up the pillars of the device until it hit the sides of the wall that supported it. They lit up in bright purple colors, creeping down towards the bottom where it sharpened to a point. Finally, the very bottom of Galra HQ erupted with a sphere of dark, black energy, almost the size of the base itself.

Down below on the planet, many animals minded their own business, nibbling at the plants and flowers for food. Suddenly, the flowers began to wither and die, streams of blue energy being sucked from them into the sky. The animals looked up in confusion but saw no cause for this phenomenon.

It didn't take long for the Komar to suck the planet completely dry of all of its bounteous quintessence, storing it within a large storage unit. The planet below them, once bright and vibrant, darkened until there was no sign of life left.

It was dead.

Haggar's platform rose above the others to meet the Emperor that had been watching from the deck above. The witch smiled triumphantly.

"The Komar Experiment was a success. We have gained an entire planet's quintessence, a feat that would have normally taken us years."

"Most impressive," Zarkon commented as he turned to face the storage unit holding the energy. "This will revolutionize the way we advance throughout the galaxy. Mining and colonizing planets is a thing of the past. With this much power available at our whim, we can now spend all of our time hunting down and capturing Voltron."

o~o

"Look! A kinetic spring!" Nyma pointed as the Blue Lion descended back to the water, "Let's land over there. The minerals reflect off the water, making a rainbow," the Blue Lion's back paws trailed within it, kicking up a mist that sparkled into a rainbow above.

"Wow. Is there anything you don't know?" Rivalz asked as he gazed at the beautiful sight.

However, while Rivalz wasn't looking, Nyma looking down at a band that she had around her wrist and clicked the button on it. It began to flash red rapidly.

o~o

Back with the rest of the Paladins, Rolo's band also began to glow red. The alien smirked rolled out from underneath the engine.

"I think this thing is just about ready for a test flight," he said as he closed the hatch, "Beezer, come co-pilot for me. Be back in a tick." the two of them rapidly disappeared inside, leaving most of the Paladins confused.

The ship's thrusters activated and easily lifted off the ground. It soared off towards its destination. The Blue Lion.

o~o

"So, ah, you want to see how fast I can climb this tree?" Rivalz asked with a smirk, leaning against the said tree.

Nyma giggled again, "Aw, you are cute. Let me show you something. Give me your hand."

Blushing, Rivalz held his hand out to the alien, only to suddenly be jerked forward and have something clasped over his wrists. He grunted as he was then slammed against the tree, as the cuffs around his hands emitted an energy beam that wrapped around the tree, effectively trapping the Blue Paladins.

As Nyma took a step back with a smile, Rivalz tried to move his hands, but they wouldn't budge a bit.

"Um… this is… kind of…" Rivalz said, an uneasy feeling suddenly rising in his gut. The rest of what he was going to say was interrupted as Nyma, and Rolo's ship appeared from above. Rivalz watched in horror as it sucked the Blue Lion inside. Rivalz could already hear her roaring and lecturing him for falling for such an obvious ploy as she disappeared inside.

"Nyma, what're doing?!" he asked desperately.

"Sorry, Rivalz. Maybe we'll meet again," she said as she was hoisted into the ship with a wire that extended down.

Rivalz only watched in terror as the ship turned and fired off into the sky and out of sight.

The Blue Paladin frantically looked around for something to either call for help or to get him out of his bonds, but all he found was his helmet that was sitting a couple of feet away.

"Oh, quiznack..."

o~o

Back with the rest of the group, they were still waiting for Rolo to return from his 'test flight,' perched on the supply and part crates they'd brought down. The longer it was, though, the more Lelouch got suspicious of something else happening.

"How many ticks have they been gone?" Rai asked.

"I don't know. I hope they didn't break down again," Allura said.

"Something's not right," Milly declared, her arms tightly folded.

o~o

Rivalz managed to slide his body almost entirely to the ground, and he strained with his foot to kick his helmet over to him. He wouldn't be able to put it on, but he knew that the others would still be able to hear him. He had to warn them, and the sooner they knew, the sooner they could go after the thieves.

It took him a couple of tries, but he finally managed to hook his toes under the glass visor and swing it over to his head.

Panting he called out into it the best he could, praying they could hear him, "Guys! Hello? Little help?"

o~o

Upon hearing the distressed call, all the Paladins put their helmets back on to listen to him properly.

"Rivalz? Rivalz! Are you all right? What's going on?" Lelouch asked urgently.

"Well, I'm kind of chained to a... a tree." they heard him say.

"I knew it!" Milly yelled, an angry scowl on her face.

"And I think Nyma and Rolo just stole the Blue Lion."

"I knew it!" Milly shrieked, throwing her arms down.

"Where are they?" Lelouch demanded, gritting his teeth in anger and frustration. He knew they shouldn't have trusted them! Now they had another problem on their platters.

"Uh… space?" Rivalz said helpfully.

"Oh! I never trusted those guys, right from the beginning!" Milly ranted. And she continued to do so all the way through the castle and to her Lion's bay.

"I mean, y'know, at first, it was just like a feeling in my gut, you know? But when Kallen and I were replacing that thermal pipe, the pipe was cracked, but none of the hardware around it was damaged."

"Okay! We get it!" Shirley shouted through the comms.

"I mean, if the thermal pipe is cracked, then, obviously, hello, the entire assembly should be totally roasted," Milly was on a roll in rants and showed no sign of stopping. At the same time, the other Paladins just meekly listened to her explanation. At the same time, though, they were all mildly impressed that she knew so much about machinery interiors.

"Okay, we get it!" Suzaku exclaimed through the comms.

"We should've had to replace the entire undercarriage of that reactor. So, right then, I was, like, positive. Foul play."

"Okay, we get it!" everyone, even Lelouch, shouted at her.

The six remaining Lions soon launched from the castle and took off in hot pursuit of their stolen sister.

o~o

"Commander Prorok, my name is Rolo," he said to the Galran on the screen, "I understand you're offering a reward to anyone helping capture the Voltron Lions."

"That's correct," the commander said, "do you know where they are?"

"I know where the blue one is. It's in my ship."

"Excellent," Prorok intoned, "Bring it to me, and you'll have your reward immediately."

"Just a tick. You see, my friends and I have a bit of a checkered past," the bounty hunter added. "Some stolen merchandise from the Galra Empire may have fallen into our possession without us knowing about it."

"Well, I'm sure that a full pardon can be arranged for the brave souls who bring Emperor Zarkon a Voltron Lion. Is that all?" he asked, somewhat impatiently.

"We'll take the reward too," Nyma confirmed.

"Of course," the commander nodded.

"All right, we're on our way," Rolo confirmed as the commander's face disappeared as the screen closed up.

Rolo stretched and cracked his knuckles as he leaned back in his chair, "I almost feel sorry for those Voltron folks. Seemed like a nice bunch."

"If you're feeling guilty, you can turn yourself in," Nyma frowned. "Stealing from Zarkon carries a life sentence."

"They don't seem… that nice," Rolo amends.

o~o

Onboard the command ship, Prorok turned to Thace again, having just finished his conversation with Rolo, "Send the nearest fighter squadron to the area of the transmission. I'm not trusting some bounty hunter with our prize."

o~o

Alarms started blaring in Rolo's ship as it continued to it's meet up point. Pulling up the feed, Rolo was shocked to see the other six Lions in hot pursuit of them. The Blue Paladin must've warned them somehow. It suddenly wasn't looking suitable for any of them.

"No way!" he gasped. He pulled up the stirring system and pressed a few more buttons. They had to shake them and fast!

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Nyma asked, "There's no way we can outrun those Lions."

"Not in the open. Good thing the Zorlar Asteroid Belt is right up here. I know that like the back of my hand," Rolo smirked as he zoomed towards the asteroid belt. They could quickly lose them in here… right?

o~o

The Lions screeched to a halt at the entrance of the belt. They could barely make out Rolo's ship as it moved farther away from them.

"We'll never get through his asteroid belt!" Rai exclaimed, flabbergasted.

"Maybe I can just bust through!" Shirley suggested.

"No, Shirley! Wait!" Suzaku called out in warning, but it fell on deaf ears. She and the Orange Lion raced forward, head lowered to charge through.

She did hit the asteroid. However, all it did was lazily bounce off another one behind it, causing it to bounce off another, and another, and another.

"Nope. That was wrong. That was a bad idea," she quickly deduced.

"Kallen, you're the only one who could possibly fly through this," Lelouch said, "We need you. Get in there and flush him out."

"Understood. See you on the other side!" the Red Paladin exclaimed.

As the other five Lions pulled out to go around, Kallen and the Red Lion zipped into the field, hunting for its prize. She smoothly spun around asteroids and debris as if she did it daily. They hopped from rock to rock fluently like a jungle cat, growing ever closer to the cargo ship.

The other Paladins could only watch in awe at Kallen's skill.

"I still can't believe that that's Kallen out there!" Shirley said.

"I know! It's like she's been flying all her life!" Rai agreed.

Lelouch from inside the Black Lion smirked, "Well, in the Black Knights, she's our number one ace pilot. In combat, she can easily use a Glasgow to take down several Sutherlands at once. She's a formidable foe and valuable member."

"Maybe a little too valuable?" Milly giggled with raised eyebrows.

Lelouch scowled and blushed, 'Damn you, she-devil!'

"You guys realize I can hear you, right?" Kallen asked through the comms, though she was blushing for an entirely different reason as she heard the praise that Zero gave her as she and the Red Lion ran along a rather long, narrow asteroid. A shadow fell overhead of them, and Kallen gritted her teeth as she drove her Lion to move faster to avoid the other asteroid about to collide with them. "Come on, Aka! We've got this!" With one final thrust of her controls, Aka shot out in between the rocks just as they crashed.

She smirked as she saw that she was now practically right on top of Rolo and his crew. They seriously didn't think they'd get away, did they?

o~o

"No way!" Rolo exclaimed as the camera showed the Red Lion, "Get on the blasters! Take her down!"

"Copy," Nyma said as she pulled up the controls with Beezer.

o~o

From on top of the ship, two blaster cannons elevated above. They started rapidly shooting in Kallen and Aka's direction.

Kallen saw them and gritted her teeth as she pulled up behind another asteroid. In retaliation, she had Aka shoot out some energy blasts of her own, each of them barely missing the cruiser.

From inside his ship, Rolo, despite the situation, couldn't help but smirk, "This chick can flat-out fly!"

Despite the multiple blasts, though, Kallen quickly began to close in on them.

"She's gaining on you!" Nyma shouted.

Rolo instinctively yanked the controls to the left. As the ship swerved out of the way, Kallen barely had time to stop herself as she narrowly avoided hitting another asteroid.

She gritted her teeth and pulled back on the lever, allowing Aka to activate her leg thrusters just in time. They leaped out from the rock, and with a smash of a button, Kallen activated Aka's jaw blade. With a swift swing of her head, the knife flew at the ship, burying itself in and destroying the two blaster cannons on Rolo's ship.

o~o

"Blasters are offline!" Nyma reported as the three crew members braced themselves with the turbulence.

"We gotta get out of here!" Rolo said as he fired the thrusters one last time, hoping for a last-ditch escape.

o~o

"Oh no, you don't!" Kallen yelled as Aka fired an on-point shot at one of the engines. It exploded, and the ship was soon spinning out of control. Red lights and alarms blazed as the crew inside held on for dear life. It began descending towards the planet just outside the asteroid belt. But before they could crash, Aka's claws gripped onto the ship. With a pull of the thrusters, the Lion and Paladin brought the crew to a stop in the middle of space.

Kallen grinned triumphantly as the five other Lions surrounded the ship.

"Yeah!" Kallen laughed, "Hey, Rivalz, I got your Lion back!"

"Thank you, Kallen," Rivalz said through the helmet, "Now, can you come and unchain me?"

"What's that? I, uh... Y-You're cutting out. I can't—I can't hear you," Kallen teased, even going as far as to make some static noises.

"Oh, come on!" The Blue Paladin exclaimed, "I thought we all bonded!"

o~o

With Kallen and Suzaku dragging the crew and their ship back to the moon, and Milly making a trip to rescue Rivalz, the Paladins and Allura now faced the thieves.

"Since your ship really doesn't work now, you'll have to wait here for a rescue," Suzaku said, disappointment in his tone.

"Thanks… for sparing our lives," Rolo said sincerely.

"You're welcome," Lelouch said, narrowing his eyes, "But… should we catch you doing something like this again, you won't be so lucky…" Lelouch understood why they did what they did, but that didn't mean he was happy about it.

Rolo gulped and nodded.

"Now that these guys are dealt with, can we go now?" Milly asked impatiently.

"Yeah, Shay and her family are still waiting for us," Shirley agreed.

"You may not believe this, but I hope you do stop Zarkon," Rolo confessed. "It's a lifetime of fighting the Galra that led me to where I am today."

At this statement, Lelouch's eyes lightened a little. He could only think of how many other rebels or criminals were thinking the same thing. What they needed more than ever was hope… and he knew just how to give it to them.

As the ship left the moon and the wayward thieves behind, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, Kallen, was that that you called the Red Lion?" Rai asked.

"Oh!" Kallen blushed a little, "'Aka,' it means 'Red' in Japanese."

"You named your Lion?" Suzaku asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well… not really! I mean, it's just the color in a different language, I mean…" she stopped when she saw all the amused faces of the other Paladins, "Okay! Yes! I named her! Is that a problem?!"

"No, no!" Shirley shook her head with a giggle, "I think it's cute! Honest!"

"Hey! Maybe we all do that? Have the other Paladins done that Allura?" asked Milly.

"Well, no," Allura said but smiled, "but there's no rule saying that you can't."

"I think it's a good idea," C.C. spoke up, catching everyone's attention. "You keep talking about them building bonds with their Lions. By having names for them, it proves that they are being treated as equals, not just machines."

"I agree as well," Lelouch nodded, "having a name gives identity. You're not much without it."

"Great! Lion naming party!" Rivalz shouted.

"After we save the Balmera," Lelouch emphasized.

"Right, right!" Rivalz quickly agreed, leaving everyone laughing all over again.

o~o

Haggar held the container of quintessence in her palm as she and her druids surrounded the test subject. After the last one failed, she was more determined to make good on her promise to her Emperor and make a weapon that not even Voltron could stand up against, and she believed that she found the perfect subject.

"All this Quintessence will turn you into the strongest, most horrifying fighter ever created. One that even Voltron will not be able to defeat."

o~o

Omake:

Lelouch and Kallen were tasked to clean and fix the damage that was caused during Sendak's invasion. It was a dirty job but, someone had to do it.

Rover was there to help with schematics and which parts needed repairs.

"Why we got to do this?" Kallen grumbled, patching a hole, "A highly advanced castle without any droids or robots to fix the problems. I can't imagine how we're going to fly this thing during battle."

"That I don't know, Kallen," Lelouch answered with a sigh, "This is something Coran probably knows since he knows this castle up and down."

Both of them continued in silence. It was awkward, leaving the two of them together. Ever since Kallen found out Lelouch was the leader of the Black Knights, Zero, she felt a tingling of betrayal inside her. Finding out the man you admired and respected turned out to be an exiled Britannian prince.

However, after hearing his explanation and seeing his memories, she understood why he rebelled. Like her, both of them lost someone important because of Britannia's cruelty and corruption.

She understood why he needed to hide his face. If Ohgi, the others, and the rebel forces knew, they might have tried to ransom Lelouch to free Japan. But that would have been impossible. If the Emperor was willing to abandon his children to the Lion's den, she doubted he was ready to negotiate.

Sure, during Sendak's invasion, they bonded, but knowing the truth was different, and it felt awkward for both of them. Even Lelouch could felt it.

So she decided to break the silence. "You know, Lelouch, I never actually thought in my life that we would be the first humans to meet alien life and journey into space on a giant, advanced robot Lion."

"Yeah, it's mind-boggling that there are other lifeforms farther than our Solar System. And piloting a giant, robot Lion that makes Knightmares look like small chew toys," Lelouch chuckled. Though, he would love to see the Lancelot try and go up against Voltron. They could merely crush it if he wanted to.

"I want to apologize for accusing you of lying to me earlier." Of course, she didn't speak it out loud, but she needed to get it off her chest somehow, and this was the right time and away from prying eyes, especially Milly.

"About me being Zero and an exiled prince?" It was no surprise that she distrusted him for lying to her, but like him, she wanted to get it off of her chest, like how he confessed to everyone that he was Zero.

"Yes, it's just that I never thought something that terrible happened to you and your sister. Being forced into exile to an unknown land."

"No need to apologize, I was glad she was blind. Thank the small mercies she couldn't see what I've seen," Kallen didn't need to guess what that meant.

"Still, if you have problems, don't hesitate to call for help. We all are here with you as a team, you don't have to act like Zero all the time."

"Thank you, I'm glad to have met you, Kallen, first."

The redhead blushed that Lelouch thanked her. Sure, it wasn't some kind of confession, but still, it made her heart skip a bit. Then she saw Rover who saw everything.

"Rover, you didn't record anything, did you?" the droid turned around, not looking at her and making some kind of noise that sounded like a whistle.

"Coran, how are Lelouch and Kallen doing with the repairs?" Allura was drinking some tea in the kitchen.

"They should be finished right about-"

"Get back here you droid! When I get my hands on you, I'll make you a scrap!" Kallen shouting along with Lelouch following from behind.

"I think that's a 'No.'"

#Fanfiction #AU #Code Geass #Voltron #lelouch lamperouge #c.c.#suzaku kururugi #kallen kozuki #shirley fenette #milly ashford #rivalz cardemonde #rai (lost colors)#princess allura #coran #galra empire

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Deceitful - Chanyeol

some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best. Then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell, just to get your fix

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This post contains intense and possibly triggering themes. Viewer discretion is advised. Rated [M] for mature.

Seven

“Yeah, I’ll be ready.” You huffed to Baekhyun, before hanging up and tossing your phone on the opposite side of the ed. Because if it was in your hand, you knew you would try to call him again.

They must have scared Chanyeol really bad. That, or the whole scenario - that he may have felt the same about you that you did towards him - was completely a fantasy. Honestly, you wouldn't be surprised at this point.

You seemed desperate, but honestly? You were. Every time you came home to an empty apartment without Yeol’s presence making your heart race was like a bullet in your chest, tearing you up from the inside out. It was achingly painful each time your call got sent straight to voicemail, how you couldn’t even ask anyone at the company about him without the fear of being fired dripping down your neck like ice water. It was drowning you, deflating your lungs how each second without him seemed to be more painful than the last.

But tonight, Tayeong had called you. Your own phone, making your chest clench when you kicked up the call, having his voice slip trough the receiver.

“I want you to come to headquarters tonight, come see me. You’ll do that, won’t you baby?”

The words had made your head rush, fingers tremble, even though your voice sounded confident. But now that you had confirmed pickup with Baekhyun and were left to get ready, you were gut splittingly nervous. Usually, Chanyeol would be able to talk you down.

But now, you were alone. Too proud to call Kyungsoo, instead you just sat on your couch, waiting for the silence to console your quaking limbs.

When that did nothing, you showered. The warm water was supposed to help your freezing anxiety, warm you up from the outside in. You knew exactly what tonight would entail, shaving your legs and armpits to prepare. Then you moisturized, but the massaging did nothing for your trembling.

The next resort was dong your hair and makeup. Tonight, you decided o be more daring, highlighting your shoulders and chest until you shone under the lights, smoked out your eyes until they popped through the smoky black shadow. A nude gloss made your lips look delectable, mint gum freshening your breath as you curled your hair loosely across your shoulders. Even then, you kept fighting to keep your breathing steady.

You didn’t want to sleep with Tayeong. You didn’t want to see any more of him than you already had, see the dark underbelly of his naked form. You had already seen enough glimpses into his head, you didn’t need to see him fully undressed before you - literally. It was terrifying enough knowing he lacked a conscience, you didn't want to know if he lacked anything else beyond that. Somehow, stepping over the sexual threshold felt like you would suddenly see him - all of him, with his second face he usually wore stripped away too.

Finally, you slipped into fishnets and combat boots, a black turtleneck tucked into your plaid skirt. It was sexy enough when you slipped a chain onto the skirt’s belt loops, but hopefully not enough to have him desperate for you. You needed at least a second when you saw him, just a moment to collect yourself before he tried to push it further.

Because you didn’t want Tayeong. You wanted Exodus to succeed. You wanted to survive the raid with your newfound family intact. You wanted to see a tomorrow where you could operate and make money with your friends, enjoy your success without the constant fear of death breathing down your neck.

That was a reality you weren’t sure was too ludicrous, considering the situation.

Eventually, you got a text from Baekhyun, saying he was around the block. At this stage in the game, it was too risky for you to be picked up at your front door, juts in case they happened to be tracking Baekhyun’s car. That was the sole reason you were hustling into the freezing air, breath reduced to nothing but puffs of steam as you skittered towards the familiar car around the corner.

“Ah, turn up the heat!” You whined once you got inside, immediately trying to fiddle with the knobs and get the vents blasting heat.

“Hello to you too.” Baekhyun hummed, rolling his eyes at you playfully, but when you caught his glance, your own eyes immediately went wide.

His jaw was swollen and bruised, swaths of purple and red tracing the contours of his skin like paint. His lip was still slightly puffy, just enough to make you notice, but it was the shocking colour that really packed it’s punch.

“Oh God, Baek, are you okay?” You asked, shifting to get a better look at his injured skin with wide eyes.

He batted you off with an eye roll and a wry grin. “Yeah yeah, I’m fine. Your boyfriend packs a good punch though.” He grumbled, shifting the car into drive and peeling away from the curb.

“Chanyeol is definitely not my boyfriend.” You sighed, turning to click your seatbelt into place quickly. “That’s against company policy, or do you not remember him yelling that at us?”

Baekhyun clicked his tongue slightly with a shake of his head. “Yeah, I got the message loud and clear.”

You scoffed at his attitude, giving his arm a light shove. “It’s not like we were breaking the policy anyway, Chanyeol’s just an idiot.”

“Not that I hadn’t thought about it, breaking policy.” Baekhyun hummed, his words making you freeze up slightly.

“What?”

“I thought about asking you out. You’re hot, and nice. Seemed like we could have been a good couple.” He responded, giving you a half-grin. You weren’t sure wether to believe him or not, wether he was pulling your leg or actually being serious. It was impossible to tell with Baekhyun.

He spoke up again before you even had the chance. “At least I didn’t try it, Chanyeol probably would have snapped my neck and spat on my grave.”

“Oh, you’re ridiculous.” You sighed, rolling your eyes slightly at his words. He seemed to think he had it all figured out, as though that altercation between him and Yeol the day before actually revealed anything deeper. It didn’t. Chanyeol was just being headstrong, as always.

“I’m being ridiculous?! As soon as he saw I was within ten feet of you, he damn near blew an aneurism.” Baekhyun scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Plus, he wasn’t exactly sneaky when he pulled you out of my interrogation early.”

You furrowed your brow, stammering. “W-what are you on about now?”

“Oh, come on! Wasn’t it him that pulled you out of the room, I’d recognize that voice anywhere. Why do you think he would have gotten you out right as we were getting started?” Baekhyun questioned, giving you a glance out of the corner of his eye.

You remembered it like it was yesterday, the memory so vivid in your mind you could almost feel it. Sitting on Baekhyun’s lap, teasing smirks and tight grip on his wrists. Inching closer and closer until enough was enough, Chanyeol demanding the interrogation was over. Returning to the surveillance room to tense Kyungsoo and Yeol alike, staring each other down like they had been arguing just a second before.

Baekhyun couldn’t be right... could he?

“So I’m right then. Honestly, I don’t know how you wouldn’t have noticed him pining after you earlier.” Baekhyun hummed, injured jaw twisting into a grin that looked painful. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

Ignoring the twisting of your gut, you just socked his arm harshly. “Oh, shut up.”

Baekhyun was just trying to rile you up. Surely, he could see in the flush of your cheeks the way you felt about Chanyeol, and was using it to egg you on. It was childish, really, but of course, it had your mind racing.

Racing almost faster then the car, until suddenly, the looming building on the dirty street made your head stop dead still in it’s tracks.

“Here we are.” Baekhyun hummed, throwing the car into park next to the sidewalk. “I’ll probably head in too and do some training, keep making appearances, you know?”

You nodded with a slight hum. “Yeah, for sure. That’s smart.”

Baekhyun smirked slightly. “Do you have the earpiece in?”

Your hand fluttered to your ear quickly, the one usually occupied by the small bluetooth. “No.”

“Good. Wouldn’t want Chan - I mean, Kyungsoo, listening in.”

You just humphed, waiting for your legs to take you outside. Somehow though, they just... didn’t. They refused to move, your hands clamped together firmly your lap, lip being nibbled harshly between your teeth. You were frozen in the car, and from more than the cold.

God, you didn’t want to do this.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a few times and then you’re all done!” Baekhyun hummed, giving your knee a slight pat with an open palm. “Only a couple lays, then home free. This is the worst part - it’s like ripping off a band-aid!” “And what about after this, Baek?” You said softly, eyes still busy tracing the exterior of the building carefully. “What about the next gang? Or the one after that? This is my job now, and I love it, but this? Sleeping around? I just...” You sighed, turning to shoot him a glance. “I wish I could just be an assassin or something, you know? Something easy.”

Baekhyun hummed, his mouth twisting into a painful looking, sad smirk. “Nothing about this job is easy.” He scoffed, shaking his head slightly. “I can promise you that.”

You sighed, your gaze falling back down onto your lap. He was right, after all. The killing, the violence, head and heart at a constant battle between what felt so right, but you were told was so wrong. Black and white. Fire and ice. Why couldn’t anything you did ever e straightforward, simple? That would be a relaxing vacation right about now.

But you never wanted easy, did you?

You didn’t. So, to his surprise and your own, you popped open the door before you could second guess yourself, hopping out and turning to give him one last, forlorn smirk. “Well, good thing I never wanted easy then. I’ll text you whenever I’m done, if you can give me a lift home?” You asked, cocking your had at him quickly.

“Y-Yeah, sure, just let me know.” Baekhyun stammered, watching you closely even after you had shut the door.

The heel of your boots clacked harshly against the concrete as you scampered up the sidewalk towards the front door, trying to slow your breathing with each step. Left foot, in. Right foot, out. In, out, in time with your feet. It was all you could focus on, all you would let yourself focus on until you tugged open the heavy door with a slight grunt.

And as soon as you saw him leaning on the empty reception desk, your lungs froze. At this point, you were sure the desk was there strictly for show. He was typing away furiously on his phone, notched brows knitted in concentration.

If Tayeong was an element, he would certainly be ice. Cold, cunning, like water he had the ability to give life, yet also take it away. It was scary how even standing there, his frosty aura was enough to send a chill down your spine.

You had to fight to not dart in the opposite direction, towards warmth and light, wherever that may be.

But you didn’t even get the chance.

“Ah, there you are, darling.” Tayeong purred, giving you a serpent-like smile once he looked up from his phone. “Looking ravishing, as always.”

Painting on a faux smile, you stepped closer towards him, and into his open arms for a hug in greeting. “Thank you, Tayeong.” You hummed right back, your lips brushing his ear softly. He smelled like nickel, and sage - if you had to name it, like a cold knife. Fitting.

“I’m happy you were able to make it, my love. Although, I wouldn’t expect anything less.” He hummed into your ear. Ah, there it was. The thinly-veiled threat, as though if you had been late, he would have no choice but to punish you accordingly. At least, that’s what you took from it.

“I’d never be late for you, sir.” You giggled back, letting the rush of adrenaline in your system scatter your cheeks in a flush. His eyes drank it in like a fine wine, memorizing the image of you blushing in his head, every move of his gaze calculated by you. God, it made you want to retch.

“I like your promise, but alas, never say never, pet. Now come, I have something for you.” Tayeong smirked, winding an arm around your hip and waltzing you further into the building.

The echoing of your footsteps served only as a reminder of just how empty this building was. Each balcony was still blissfully empty, apart from the potted plants, but still - you felt like this lace was just begging for someone like you, an enemy to breach it’s doors. Then they could simply pick each and every one of you off from above - like shooting fish in a barrel.

continuing to the elevator, Tayeong was quick to press the call button and send it grinding down to the first floor. “So, you and Baekhyun drove together again, hm?’ he asked nonchalantly.

Glancing up at him however, you watched as his narrowed gaze followed to where you could just barley see Baekhyun himself, entering the front door. His look was not friendly, nor even civil. Instead, it was filled with... disdain, almost. Like Baekhyun was so far below Tayeong that he shouldn’t even be worthy of a glance.

“Y-Yes, I don’t have my own car so I texted to see if he as planning on coming here today. Luckily, he was.” You laughed slightly, laying your hand on his chest softly, praying to God it would make his muderous glare fall off Baek.

Thankfully, your tactic worked, when his gaze fell back down to you, twinkling mischievously. He gave you a slight laugh, but his words when he stepped ahead of you made you roll your eyes behind his back.

“I’ll give you money for a cab from now on, don’t bother with that idiot.”

But still, once he turned you returned to your swooning smile, as though you were trying to conceal it. “Ah, thank you, that’s definitely be a weight off my shoulders.” You hummed playfully, even though poking fun at Baekhyun like that made your stomach twist in guilt.

“I can only imagine.” Tayeong hummed, pressing the button to the fifth floor and sending the elevator upwards. It was a perfect time for you t fall into silence, instead glancing casually out the glass walls of the elevator was you climbed stories.

One. The first floor was familiar, the worn couches and short tables trying to fill the emptiness failing miserably. behind those couches, a tiny person under the coffee table. Hardly a spot to breathe without being seen, let alone hide.

Two. The second floor was essentially just balconies overlooking the main floor, glass banisters offering o shield of protection. At least the doorways jutted into the walls, offering a foot - actually, about a foot and a half - where someone could duck for cover.

Three. Your glances were bordering on obvious now, so you only allowed yourself a quick peek. The doorways weren’t jutting inside the wall, so that motion was out. Instead, each corner had a large, obnoxious fern, as far as you could see.

The fourth floor came and passed without a glance, because suddenly you were preoccupied by a tug at your belt.

“Is this a chain?” Tayeong scoffed slightly, giving it just enough of a tug to make you tumble into his side slightly.

“I-Uh, yes. I thought it looked... cool.” You said, blushing harshly. Against your better judgment, you snatched it out of his grasp, placing and smoothing it back against your hip softly.

“Cool?” Tayeong hummed, stepping forward when the elevator halted and doors slid open. “You know, chains have better uses than some stupid accessory.”

Your throat burned at his flippant reply, the metal now burning into your hip. No fun accessories. Noted.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You hummed sweetly, following his footsteps and imagining kicking out his knees every step of the way.

Finally (or, judging by the sick swimming of your gut, regretfully), he reached the door to his office, tugging the ring of keys out of his pocket quickly. Flicking aside the first four, he settled on the fifth et again, only confirming your key theory. Hell, at least the pride of being right about that could somewhat mask what you were about to do.

“After you, pet.” Tayeong said with a cheshire grin, gesturing for you to lead the way into his dark lair. It was like a den - a cold, damp, slimy den you would only crawl into to die.

But still, you nodded with a slight smile, following his extended hand and heading into the darkness. He was quick to flip the switch, shrouding the room in dim, yellow light. The smell of must and mildew still clung to the place like a vice, but at least this time it was less dusty.

You noticed how his desk had been cleared of paper, making your stomach drop like a rock. He had prepared for something - or someone - to be put on top of that desk.

“I have a gift for you, darling. I never back down on my promises.” Tayeong hummed, giving you a meek smile as he waltzed around you, his thick silver watch shining under the dim light.

“A gift? God, I couldn’t possibly...” You started, but your throat stopped working when you saw what he pulled out of his top desk drawer. It sealed off completely, if you were honest.

The velvet box oozed expensive, emblazoned with a golden label of some jewelry manufacturer you couldn’t even place. The language was unfamiliar to you, cursive swirls and enticing calligraphy, making you step closer out of curiosity. It was like the box was the only intriguing object in the room.

“It’s a Juste Un Clou.” Tayeong hummed, grin growing when he saw your intrigued gaze. “Something as beautiful as you deserves necklaces equally as exquisite, don’t you think?”

Slowly, his nimble fingers pried the lid of the velvet box open, revealing a simple, but ludicrously ornate necklace. The silver chain dipped down to support a simple nail, curved into a semi-circle, encrusted with diamonds. They flashed and shone in the light, projecting rainbows over the box. this necklace as made for royalty, for the pompadour and elegant. Not for you, who's hands were trained to be stained with blood, and could barely remember to shower every other day.

“God, Tayeong...” You said, your voice a hushed whisper. Slowly, your fingers traced along the box. It should have been nice. Score, you just finessed a luxury necklace! Somehow, though, it just made you want to quiver, run away and hide. Now, this was all so real, you being branded with something he bought for you like you were his property.

“Get up and come around here, I want to see it on.” Tayeong said quickly, cocking his head as a gesture for you to head around the desk quickly.

Your legs were weak. Weak and unfeeling, but numbly you followed his direction until his hand forced you onto his lap, your thighs on either side of his.

“Here you are, precious.” He hummed, clasping it around your neck slowly, your eyes trained on his face. There was no softness there, no warmth. He was carved from stone, you were slowly realizing, and like he was Medusa, you were turning to stone under him, too.

Fear and guilt plagued your insides, rendering you a shell as he finished attaching the necklace to your throat. Your hands rested on his chest carefully, lightly, like you were scared touching him would cause his shards to pierce your palms. Maybe you were convinced they would.

“Do you like it?” Tayeong asked, leaning back to give you a sinister smirk, like he was just begging you to say no, reap the consequences. You couldn't have done that even if it wasn't your job to please him. Something about his gaze made you want to crack underneath him instead.

“O-Of course, I love it, Tayeong.” You said, a weak smile taking over your lips as they fight to not spew a choked gasp. Instead, your hands touched the diamond accessory carefully, like if you brushed it too harshly it would shatter.

“Good. You know what this present means now, right?” He hummed, brushing a strand of hair out of your face slowly, carefully, like you were an aged painting. The way he handled you suggested you were some historical piece, something to be appreciated, but ultimately left to rot. An object for his pleasure.

“No.” You hummed carefully, hand falling slack back onto his chest. You didn’t want to know the answer.

But you didn’t have a choice but to hear it.

It’s like you were watching a movie, and suddenly, the sound shut off. Suddenly, Tayeong’s hand was around a throat that was not yours, even though you could feel his digits winding into the column of your neck. His breath was cold as it scraped your skin, but you couldn’t really feel it. You couldn’t feel anything anymore.

“You’re mine. Only mine, got it?” Tayeong hissed in your ear. Maybe in his twisted head, he thought it was attractive, to stake claim over you like that. “You belong to me.”

Words failed you as his hand tightened it’s hold on your neck, making you see stars. Where were you looking? Your vision was unfocused, blurry until you blinked a few times, and... God, when did Tayeong grasp hold of your jaw?

He was saying something, you could tell that much from the movement of his lips. It took a second though, for his words to register in your head.

“Say it.”

“I-I’m yours, Tayeong.” You finally managed to force out, and luckily, it sounded convincing, even to you.

Grinning maniacally, he gave your jaw a firm shake, his eyes lit up in fierce pride. “Good girl. Now lean over my lap, quickly.”

Fuck. Fuck, you didn’t want to lean over his lap like some common whore! You didn’t want this at all, any of this. You wanted to go home, curl up under your covers. You wanted someone to hold you and comfort you because lately, you had been more alone than you had felt since you had since you’d slipped into the night, and away form everything you knew all those years ago.

But you followed his direction, standing and shuffling until you could drape yourself over his smooth knees, their slim bones pushing harshly into your stomach. This certainly didn’t help the vomity-feeling in the back of your throat.

From here with your gaze only on the floor, you allowed your eyes to slip closed. For a second, just a second, you let yourself slip out of this situation. It was the only way you could keep yourself from passing out. Instead, you pretended you were on a beach, all white sand and blue-ass water. God, how is the water so blue?

Until Tayeong began fiddling with your hip, the clanking of metal making your eyes flash open.

“Chains have better uses than accessories, doll. Such as sex toys, for instance.” Tayeong said carefully, and sure enough, alongside the feeling of his hand slowly ghosting over your ass underneath this skirt, you could feel the cool metal chain links also brushing along your curves.

He wouldn’t spank you with a chain. He isn’t that sadistic - is he?

“Hmm, such a delectable ass like this should be painted pink, don’t you think?” Tayeong hummed, his voice making your fantasy of white beaches slip away entirely. “This chain would do a fantastic job at that, wouldn’t it?”

A whimper escaped your throat, fingers tracing the wooden floor beginning to quake. “P-Please don’t.”

“Oh, I love your voice when you whimper like that, darling.”

The drag of the chain links on your ass rose higher and higher alongside is hand, until you could feel your skirt being pulled over the bare of your ass. Thankfully, your fishnets were still on. It made you feel just slightly less naked against him.

“Such stockings are only worn by prostitutes, doll. Would you like me to take them off for you?”

God, you could hear the growl in his tone, the sick tones mixing with the sound of the chain which he was twisting in his hand, you could only assume. No, don’t take them off. Leave them on, get your hands off of me, and go fuck yourself.

“P-Please.”

Gritting your teeth, you fight to not scramble away when you felt his hands linking through the linked holes of your tights, pulling them slowly down your body. The scrape of the material was enough to make your hands fall limp out of their fists, physically, emotionally and spiritually giving up this fight. There was nothing you could do. You were powerless against him.

You could feel the material bunching around your knees, but he didn’t bother pulling them off completely. Good, he must want this to be fast.

“God, you’re sucking sexy.” He growled, and his hand was quick to smack your ass harshly. It stung, the spank echoing through his dingy office and ricocheting back into your own ears at what seemed double the volume, making you wince even more.

Tayeong seemed to take that as a sign to continue, when he delivered a bruise-inducing slap to your bare flesh. This time, it made a broken cry fall from your lips, eyes screwing shut to prevent the tears from falling out of them.

The assault continued, a flurry of smattering whacks and spanks that were enough to make a few stray drops leak around your eyes, biting your lip raw and red to stop from screaming. Over and over until you lost count, dizzyingly fast and rough, until you were sure your ass was glowing red and hot as a coal.

“Fuck, okay, get off me and lean over the desk.” Tayeong grunted, giving you a slight shove as a sign that it was time to move. You felt like a fucking play thing, a sex doll come to life, the way he was whipping and moulding you to his own desires.

But still, sniffling slightly, you allowed yourself to slip off his knees and sway onto your feet. Laying on him like you had for so long caused a dizzying rush to your head, specks flooding your vision.

“Go, I don’t have all day.” Tayeong grunted, working on his belt and giving you a slight kick towards his desk with his foot.

When his foot connected with your leg, you allowed yourself to step away just before it would have made contact, the stockings around your knees limiting your motion slightly. With the motion, the back of your thigh brushed the wood of his desk.

His cleared desk.

Turning to glance at it, you gulped to stop yourself from screaming. Stop yourself from punching something, stomping your feet and bolting in the opposite direction. Even if you had tried, Tayeong would probably kill you for it.

So, slowly, you laid down until your chest was flush with the wood, until your eyes could see every nick and scrape on it’s surface. You just settled your cheek on it, staring into the abyss blankly, not focused on anything, yet somehow hyperfocoused on everything. The chills running rough your body, how your lungs were tremoring like you were sobbing when you couldn’t even muster that. The feeling of something brushing your thigh, and you shouldn't be surprised that it was barely lukewarm.

“Ready, darling? Can you handle this?” Tayeong grunted, rubbing his head against the outside of your panties which were certainly on display through this position.

Breathing was hard now. In, out. In, out.

“Yes.”

At your word, broken as it may be, Tayeong didn’t hesitate. Instead, he used the opportunity to push your panties aside, and thrust inside you harshly.

Something was roaring inside your ear, a tiny roaring, and at this point, you’re so sick with fear that you can do nothing but listen to it. It distracted you, at least, from the feeling on him thrusting inside you. The desktop was clammy and very cold beneath your cheek but you’re too weak to lift your head. Even if you had tried, you’re sure you would have failed anyway. You imagined beginning to scream like you wanted to, into the roaring. To cry out, cry for help or some escape, such a sick fantasy now. Too soon, your breath started jerking back and forth in your lungs as if it were something Tayeong was stabbing you with, again and again with no tenderness. A noisy, gravelly moan rose from Tayeong’s throat, but you wanted to block it out. Locked it inside a box and throw it away, like it would somehow get rid of Tayeong, too. It wouldn’t.

Now, you were thinking maybe nothing would.

You played the part well. Panted moans and whimpers, eyes screwed shut. To him, it probably looked like you were trying hard to contain yourself, but in reality you were trying not to burst at the seams.

You couldn’t pretend any more, however, when you felt something cool and smooth slip around your neck alongside Tayeong’s necklace.

“Ah, Tay-” You began, eyes flying wide, but your chain tightened around your neck, cutting off your next words harshly.

“I told you this chain had better uses.” Tayeong hissed in your ear, pulling it hard enough hat your back arched to meet him. From here, you could barely breathe at all, the chain so tight you were sure it was going to leave a mark.

“Ah, ugh!” You managed to cough out when he slammed into you again, your vision slowly tainting black around the edges. It was painful, like your chest was burning heat and about to burst, but you couldn’t do anything. Your hands scrambled to find purchase of your neck, but once they did, the metal was so tight you couldn’t even slip your fingers underneath to tear it off.

“Close, so close...” Tayeong mumbled behind you, his thrusts growing sloppy and weaker by the second, but you were starting to lose sensations completely. In fact, it felt like you were losing your grip of reality overall, your vision going darker and darker by the second. Even the feeling of the desk below you was slowly slipping from your senses, like you were floating away. God, how nice would that be right now?

But you felt just enough to register Tayeong pulling out of you, and the slick sound of him jerking himself to completion onto the back of your thighs. You could feel it land on you, but didn’t even mind because that feeling finally, finally signalled the release of the chain around your neck.

As soon as his grip loosened, you collapsed onto the desktop with a harsh thud, lungs and throat expanding to take in as much sweet, sweet oxygen as possible. It was cold and crisp, making your head swim with it’s taste, which you had all but forgotten in the seeming hours it had felt like you were without it.

You leant your head into the wooden desk harshly, panting roughly, as though Tayeong would begin suffocating you again in just a moment. It felt like he would, because you had seen him snap and become a killer in just an instant before. Who’s to say he was feeling any different now?

But, his voice cut off your thoughts before they could run away.

“Clean yourself and find a cab to take you home. I’ll call next time I’m in need of you.” He huffed, and you could hear him tucking himself back into his pants, the jostling of his belt as he latched it back up.

You never thought the sound of a belt being done up would give you so much joy.

Eyes fluttering shut, you just managed a weak not, still puffing slightly as you listened to his footsteps. Too slow for your liking but still at a stiff pace, you could hear him, going, going... and with the slam of his door, gone.

And only after you cracked your eyes to ensure you were alone, did you let out a shuddering sob.

What the hell had just happened? You thought as you managed to weakly push yourself up until you were just leaning on his desk, stockings slipping slightly further down your legs.

That was it. The hurdle you had been so afraid to jump, the mountain you weren’t sure you could climb. You had done it. But now, you felt like he had taken a piece of your sanity, like this was a story you would have to suffer in silence, all wrapped up in a bow within your memory box. Only for your nightmares and deepest, sleepless nights. Like this was something you would never be able to discuss, and would take to your grave.

The thought of that, stewing on the past hour of your life for the rest of your existence, made your stomach give a churn that was just slightly too harsh.

Clapping a hand over your mouth, your eyes widened, feeling the familiar rush of bile of the back of your throat. Oh no. Too much thinking.

Scrambling, you threw open Tayeong’s desk drawers harshly, looking for something to wipe his cum off the back of your thighs. First one, dead end. Second one was nearly bare apart from a couple boxes of bullets and a small bag of white powder, which didn’t surprise you. The bottom drawer, however, you got lucky. Tossed inside seemed to be his set of backup items - a small jar of what you assumes was hair gel, a few half-chewed packs of gum, and a small square of tissues that had already been opened.

Movements shaky as you tried your best to repress the vomit from climbing your throat, you snatched the pack and shook out a single tissue, wiping yourself clean haphazardly. You were trembling harshly, the bitter, vile sting burning higher and higher until finally, tossing the napkin aside and tugging up your tights haphazardly, you scrambled to a small trash can beside his desk and coughed out the contents of your stomach.

Why was it after visits with Tayeong, you were always left retching? You thought as another shuddering wave overtook you, spluttering into the trash, which was full enough as it is. You’d have to take it out anyway, to cover your tracks. Guess you were going to be doing him a favour.

Finally, the rumbling of your gut quelled, until you felt good enough to wipe your teary eyes slightly. The force of your gagging was enough to make a few tears slip across your cheeks, certainly smudging your makeup, but you didn’t care. There was no one left to impress here.

Slowly, you straightened, running a hand through your hair to keep it out of your face. With one final spat, you called it. It was fucking time to get the hell out of here.

Grabbing the trash bag carefully and avoiding any stray splats of puke that had almost missed, you heaved it out of the bin and tied it off quickly. Your throat was sore - it was definitely going to brush, you thought as you tugged your turtleneck up higher to conceal any marks. Giving your stockings one final shimmy upwards, reminding yourself to destroy them somehow once you got home, you made your way to the door and twisted it open.

Making your way down the hallway, it was a relief to find the rest of the building blissfully empty. The dragging sound of the trash bag was your only company as you punched the call button for the elevator, struggling to blink any residual redness from your eyes. It still felt like you were about to collapse. Maybe on some subconscious level, you were. Your sanity certainly had. Your support system had too, leaving you crashing completely alone.

But, maybe not.

So when you went into the elevator, you fished your phone out of where you had hidden it in the cup of your bra. You would call him, but you had enough. He clearly was too busy, or perhaps too scared to answer your call. Maybe he was happy the two of you had been forcefully disassociated from each other. Either way, no use embarrassing yourself any more.

Instead, swiping it open, within a few punches you could hear the other end ringing. It only took a few shrill cycles before Baekhyun answered.

“It’s Baek.” He hummed quickly, shuffling slightly on the other end. Before you could even get in another word, you heard a dull thump, followed by the hissing of death between teeth. “Ah, fuck off Mark!”

“Figured your stomach could match your face.” You heard Mark snark, making you scoff as you punched the ground floor.

“I-I’m done, can you take me home?” You hummed slightly, lurching when the elevator began creaking downwards.

“I - ah! Fuck off!” He spat, and you could hear Mark’s laugh rattle through the receiver. “I-I can’t but just go outside, someone will be waiting for you.” Baekhyun grumbled, making you furrow your brow.

“What do you mean? I’m not getting in the car with some stranger, come on Baek, I want to go home.” You allowed yourself to whine, slipping your eyes shut. You deserved to whine a bit, after the day you’d had.

“It’s not a fucking stranger, just - fuck sakes - just go outside. Trust me on this one. I have to go. Mark, I swear to God - ”

The call disconnected with a dull dead tone, making you scoff as you looked down at the contact. Call disconnected. Fucking awesome. That’s the cherry on top of the fucking day you’d had.

“Fuck you, Byun Baek.” You spat into the empty elevator, scuffing the heel of your boot against the floor roughly. Fuck sakes. If there was someone to get you, it was almost definitely someone who wanted you back at headquarters, for whatever reason. That’s probably the last place you wanted to be right now. Now, unless you were in the range with Sehun or training with Yixing, it just felt bitterly alone.

Eventually, the elevator ground to a halt, the bell letting out a shrill ding before the doors slid open slowly, squeaking the whole way. For as sophisticated as Tayeong likes to appear in front of others, this place sure was falling apart.

Blowing a stray strand of hair from your face, you picked up the trash bag, knowing the dragging sound would certainly ricochet around the whole building from the main floor. Instead, your forearms burned as you carefully and soundlessly slipped around the corner, balancing the trash bag in your grip until you finally burst out the front door.

Thank God nobody saw you taking the trash out, as it definitely would have raised a few questions. Now that you were back out on the street, still stained with it’s signature odour and lined with litter, you allowed yourself to simply toss it against the side of the building roughly. Trash collectors would find it... eventually.

With the dead weight off you, you shook out your arms, huffing harshly. God, you could use a bath. A toothbrush would be nice too, you thought as you licked your teeth slightly. The taste of vomit had faded away by now, but just knowing you had puked at all made you want to rinse your mouth with drain cleaner.

But you didn’t even get the chance to dream about getting scrubbed clean before a horn honking made you jolt.

Whipping around, your eyes searched the sidewalk, suddenly remembering the secretive ride Baekhyun had promised you. Who the hell could it be, anyway?

But before you could think of an answer, your eyes zeroed in on a familiar beat up Camaro parked across the street.

You huffed a sigh of relief, your feet immediately carrying you over to the car, heart thundering. Darting across the street, you didn't hesitate before tossing the passenger side door open.

“God, Jongdae, you have no idea how happy I am to see you.” You sighed, slipping onto the worn seat and resting your head against the headrest. “This is Neoculture territory, should you even be here?”

Jongdae scoffed from beside you, and you felt him lurch the car into drive. “Yeah, it’s been a while, eh? And someone called in a favour. A few favours, actually.”

The squeal of tires was enough signalled that you were finally driving away - or flying away, to be more precise. The acceleration had you pressing into the seat, your eyes flying open on instinct as the car quickly climbed in speed. Sixty, seventy, eighty kilometres per hour and still somehow climbing, until Jongdae slammed on the brakes at the next set of lights.

Your hand flew to the handle above the door on instinct, eyes wide. It must have looked ridiculous, prompting Jongdae to laugh, shaking his head at you. “What are you, some kind of pussy?”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. “Come on, you know you drive like a maniac.” You hummed, making him give a cat like, curled smile.

“Well true, but come on, you don’t need to hold the holy shit handle! Now I’m just insulted.”

Rolling your eyes but still smirking slightly, you dropped the handle and instead crossed your arm. “Fine, fine. What the hell did Baekhyun do for you anyway to call in a favour like this?”

Jongdae just hummed, glancing in his rearview periodically and flicking his hair out of his eyes. “Baekhyun didn’t call in the favour, but I would have done it for him, too. Nice guy, that one. Smart.”

Glossing over his praise of Baekhyun, you instead furrowed your brow. If Baekhyun hadn’t asked him to bring you back to headquarters, then who had? Jesus, maybe you were in trouble, again. If you got fired after the torture you had just endured, you would probably kick every male at Exodus in the balls. Twice.

“Well then who was it?” You asked, watching him rapidly approach the red light where a left turn would take you straight to Exodus. This route was familiar to you by now, but instead, your confusion only grew when he maneuvered the Camaro into the right-turn lane.

“I’m taking you to him now, don’t worry.” Jongdae hummed, looking in his side mirror at the car that pulled up behind him. “Won’t be long.”

“What the fuck, Jongdae, who is it?” You contend pushing, holding on tight as he sent the car into a peeling right turn as soon as the light changed hue.

Sending the speedometer soaring once again, he just turned to give you a slight look. From the way his hands were tight on the wheel, the rigidness in his posture, you knew it couldn't be good. Fuck. Now, your stomach began twisting again.

“Fuck off Jongdae, I’ve had a long enough day as is, if I’m going to get fucking fired -”

“You’re not getting fired.” Jongdae shut you up with a shake of his head. Well, thank God. At least that released the iron clamp on your lungs, making you sigh in relief.

Until he added, “I hope.”

Eyes widening, you whipped your head to face him again, hoping to find some sort of smirk of a hint of a laugh, something to make what he said turn into a joke. But there was none.

Fuck. Now that you paid attention, this was the higher class area of the city, the cars growing more sleek and buildings taller, new glass and clean sidewalks. To live here, someone must make a lot of money.

Someone like a leader of a prolific mafia gang, perhaps?

If he was taking you Junmeyon, outside the office, you just might collapse. This job was not only what you thought you were made for, but it was now all you had left. If you were fired, especially after you had already given up so much for it, you just might die. Combust. Tear apart at the seams. Just how many bad things could happen in one day?

“Fuck sakes, Jongdae.” You muttered under your breath, shaking your head and chewing on your lips harshly. Now, you took the opportunity to flip down the overhead mirror above you, glancing quickly at your reflection. Fuck, you looked like a mess, concealer creased with tears and small tendrils of mascara creeping across your skin. Wiping it haphazardly, you scoffed at your own reflection. Well, if there was any way you would go, of course with your luck, you’d look like a mess while it happened.

Eventually, after another ten or so minutes of driving, Jongdae pulled to the curb wordlessly, slipping his precious car into park.

“Thanks.” You said deadpan, because you were sure as hell in about fifteen minutes you’d most certainly not be thankful.

Popping the door open, you were ready to slip outside and back into the brisk, freezing air, but Jongdae’s voice stopped you before you could.

“Hold on, you’ll need this.” He hummed, quickly reaching to dig into his pocket. Scrummaging around slightly, eventually, he pulled out a small, silver key.

Smirking, he held it out to you. “You’ll need it for the elevator. Twenty-first floor, twist the key then press the button, you can’t take it out until you’re on the floor.” He hummed, pressing it into your palm. Giving you another half-smile, he cocked his head. “And by the way, you won’t get fired. As long as this doesn’t slip, but I won’t tell anyone.”

Huffing at his cryptic words, you accepted the key with a nod. “Alright, thanks.” You offered again, before finally slipping out the door. Who even cared anymore. You were numb, like a roaring fire inside you had been doused in water.

Junmeyon would only call you here to let you down easy. Looking up at his sleek building, it was clear to see why. In luxury like this, it would be hard to be that upset here, with it’s sparkling glass windows and doorman waiting to graciously open the door for you. Jongdae was sweet, trying to ease your pain, but by now, you had no pain left to ease. You were about to lose anything. You weren’t sure if you would be able feel anything again, really.

Today had drained your soul like a leaky faucet.

The inside was just as slick as the outside, with it’s marble floors and spacious seating area. Jesus, for an apartment complex, this was still really impressive. Especially for someone as young as Junmeyon, to be able to afford this was a small miracle, although you supposed being CEO had it’s perks.

Pressing the call button for the elevator, you only waited a second before it arrived on your floor with a soft ding! The doors slid open soundlessly, the walls inside lined with mirrors and the floor also immaculate white marble. It put the elevator at Neoculture to shame.

Carefully, palming the key in your hand, you followed Jongdae’s instructions. Key in, twist. Once you did, the previously dim lights at the top of the motherboard lit up - the highest floors were only accessible by key. So, you quickly pressed the twenty first. Not the top floor, but beggars can’t be choosers, especially when you were about to be fired. But would it bee too much to be fired in a penthouse?

Swiftly, the elevator began rapidly flying up the stories, but so smooth you could barley tell you were in motion. The only indication was the LED numbers displaying the floor numbers - seven, eight, nine ten eleven twelve in rapid succession. Fuck. The least you could have hoped for would be a nice, lazy elevator ride to calm your nerves. On the other hand, that would also mean staring at your mussed reflection in these mirrors longer. Hmm. Maybe the fast elevator was a good option after all.

Eventually, the elevator began slowing down, until it stopped completely. The glowing numbers confirmed it - twenty-first floor. The doors, however, refused to slide open until you removed the key from the motherboard, almost like you were unlocking a front door.

Although, technically, that is what you were doing.

Where you had expected a hallway, the doors instead slid open into an entranceway, with a coatrack and various shoes tossed lazily onto the floor. There was a mussed entrance mat, sitting haphazardly, but that was it in terms of decoration - for this area at least.

But you could see a doorway to the right, leading to the rest of Junmeyon’s apartment, surely. Cautiously, you stepped out, the carpet dulling the sound from the heels of your boots until you slipped them off completely.

Following into the doorway, you carefully took in the room you had entered - the kitchen, by the looks of it. It was immaculate, however, looking like it had barley even been touched - except for the fact that the fridge was ajar. Light spilled from it, revealing the contents to you - multiple boxes of take-out. You crinkled your nose. Huh, you didn’t peg Junmeyon to like Italian food.

Other than the open fridge, however, there was only one thing that tipped you off that this was someone home and not an open-house. A small fishbowl, jar of what you could only assume was fish food beside it. You could just see the glints of the overhead light reflecting off the fish itself, swimming lazy circles around and around the bowl.

And somehow, you didn’t need to think before you knew it’s name; Seju.

His voice caught you before you had a chance to even look for him, as you caught a glimpse of him stumbling around the corner.

“Fuck Jongdae, what took so long? Did you get more - ” He grumbled, before he finally looked up, locking eyes with you.

How did Chanyeol manage to look so good even in a mussed, oversized tee shirt and sweats? How was he so fucking endearing even when he was staring at you, dumbfounded by your presence just as much as you were for him. How was even the sight of him making your heart jump into your throat like a fucking frog?

The feeling hit you like a bullet, so violent but somehow the exact opposite. Like wrapping yourself in a blanket so intensely that the comfort consumes you, the most satisfying and gratifying thing you’ve ever experienced. When his jaw fell slack slightly, eyes turning wide, it pulled the feeling out of you like the remains of a gunshot. It wasn't a choice or a decision; it was a fact. He gave you some sort of comfort you had never felt like this before, so thick and so much you couldn't help but choke slightly on it.

It was all consuming and powerful, so much so you didn’t even hear yourself drop his key to the floor before you were running into his arms, which he opened to you readily.

Clutching you tight, one hand on the small of your back and the other tangling in your hair, he hugged you so tightly you couldn’t help but sigh into it, eyes fluttering shut.

“Chanyeol.” You breathed, taking in the feeling of him, his cologne, everything.

He hummed against the crown of your head, straightening until you were strained onto your tiptoes to still be wrapped in his arms. It reverberated into your chest, your soul, making you fight to hold back a broken sigh. Who knew the smell of cedar could make you relax so much?

Finally, he spoke. “What are you doing here?” He hummed, pulling off to look you in the eye. His hands came up to cup your jaw, looking at your tear stains and surely mussed hair. His gaze traced you like you were going to disappear before his very eyes, some fever dream he couldn’t control. Like he was memorizing your features carefully, so he could run over them in his head even when you were gone.

“I-I don’t know, Jongdae brought me here.” You huffed, shaking your head slightly in his large grasp. “He picked me up, said he was calling in a favour.”

Scoffing, Chanyeol rolled his eyes, breaking off his study of your features to instead roll his eyes at the ceiling. “Jongdae...” He growled, surely thinking of the repercussions this could have as his hands slipped down and onto your hips. Hell, a threat from Kyungsoo was no empty one. “God, the one time I ask him to get more beer...”

Furrowing your brow, your hands released his hips to instead cup his own hold on your waist. “More beer? What?”

Chanyeol let out a hiss once your fingers scraped his knuckle, lurching slightly n your grasp. “Fuck, careful.” He whimpered, tugging his right hand from your grasp gingerly. “It’s still sore.”

You glanced down at it, eyes widening it’s it’s blackened knuckles and swollen surface. Hell, it almost looked worse off than Baekhyun. Which suddenly reminded you...

“Yeah, Baekhyun’s face doesn’t look much better, you fucking idiot!” You quipped, giving his shoulder a firm thwack. “What were you thinking?!”

Chanyeol batted your hand away with a grunt, rolling his eyes at you slightly. “I wasn’t! I just saw him, and you and I just... snapped!” He hummed, shaking his head slightly at the mention of you. It just made a small smile slip onto your lips tough, the way his oversized ears are slightly red, and God, how the hell did you forget just how big his ears were?

Fuck, it had only been a few days but already you had forgotten just how broad his shoulders were, how he loomed over you, the way his tattoo wrapped around his forearm. His scent, his image, the rumble of his voice, him. It was like having him back was making everything you had missed come back at hyper speed, and suddenly every feeling you had towards him was amplified even more than when you realized you liked him in the first place.

So you took him back into your arms, leaning onto your tiptoes and burying your face so far in his neck you could almost forget everything that had lead up to this moment. You felt him tuck his own head into the crook of your shoulder, feel the brush of his stubble against your skin, making you sigh slightly.

“I missed you, Yeol.”

He hummed at that, and you could feel his cheek tilt into a slight smile against your skin. Finally, he whispered into your neck.

“I missed you too. A lot, actually.”

You smiled slightly, flushing. “You did?”

Chanyeol scoffed against you. “Of course I did.”

You hummed into his admittance, heart fluttering slightly in your chest, any shards or spines you had evolved melting away with him. Something about him calmed your storm, quelled your typical fiery attacks, made your hurricane the exact opposite. He could take your usual steely exterior and toss it aside somehow, just by existing. He didn’t bring out your worst or your best (something you weren’t sure even existed). Instead, he just brought out the most, the raw, unfiltered taps of you you hadn’t shown anyone before, but he cradled it in the palm of his hands. Remarkably rare, addictive. He make you feel so alive that you think you’d probably follow him straight into Hell, just to get your fix on his drug.

Slowly though, he pulled himself from your grasp. You were going to whine, pry to keep him close for as long as possible, but once he kissed you, somehow you realized that this was an impossibly better alternative.

God, if you missed one thing more than the rest, it was the feeling of him as he gingerly pressed against you, opening his mouth to swipe his tongue against your lips. Flutteringly light, but there enough that you accepted, opening your mouth to him and letting the taste of him flood your senses. It was slow and sweet, impossibly soft and careful, just cradling each other in one another’s grasp. Hs hand slowly wound in your hair, beginning to press more insistently against you, and you could taste the stout sweetness of beer on his tongue.

Carefully, you broke it off, leaning your forehead against his as he whined. “Have you been drinking?” You asked, sighing sweetly through your nose.

Chanyeol grumbled, fighting to press his lips against you again, whines growing on volume when you pulled away yet again. “Hmph. Might be a little tipsy, yeah.”

Tutting, you rolled your eyes. “And you sent poor Jongdae to get more beer? There’s better forms of pain management than alcohol, dumbass.” You teased, smiling slightly when you allowed yourself the pleasure of sneaking another chaste kiss against his lips.

He hummed into it, grinning slightly, until you felt it slip off of his lips. “Wait, you said Jongdae dropped you off? Where did he get you from in the first place?”

Oh. That. Suddenly, everything from this afternoon crashed back onto you, making your eyes screw shut and lips twist to prevent yourself from whimpering. Now that you were reminded, it all came back in flashes; fishnet stockings, gasping for air. This necklace, still draped around your neck. Chains around belt loops, around necks. Bruises, spanks and biting your lip to keep from screaming.

You’re mine. Say it.

You shook your head, breathing turning shaky. Just the memory of his piercing gaze made you shudder, hands beginning to tremble against Chanyeol’s chest.

Chanyeol. Chanyeol was here. That’s what mattered.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Chanyeol offered, his hands slowly coming up to rub your arms in an attempt to comfort you. He was here, that’s what mattered. You wouldn’t need to suffer alone anymore, you wouldn’t need to hide this away and take it to your grave.

At least you have me you can talk to. You have me, okay? Chanyeol’s previous words echoed in your head, making you stammer, trying to force them out. That you’d done it. Your job was a success, you slept with him, he trusted you enough to buy you elaborate gifts and take you to bed - or, rather, desk.

But they just... wouldn’t. Not until you were trying so hard, reliving the memory so intensely that instead, a sob escaped you.

“I-I...” You began, whimpering into the words, eyes opening wide to take in Chanyeol’s, watching you equally as wide.

But you didn’t have to say anything before his expression changed.

You weren’t sure what to expect. Anger, disappointment? Like Tayeong had taken something he wanted, like he had lost in some weird, twisted game? As though the stupid desperation games was between him and Tayeong rather the two of you. What you didn’t expect, though, was for him to wipe your tear with the pad of his thumb softly, eyes turning equally as soft.

“Shh, okay. I understand.” He hummed, sighing slightly as the tears kept coming and coming, too quick for his fingers to even wipe away. “I know, but you’re here now, okay? I’ll take care of you, baby.”

Sniffling at his words, you managed a weak nod. Hell, didn’t he realize that just by existing, he helped you more than you thought possible? “O-Okay.”

“Okay.” He sighed, brushing your hair out of your face slowly. “Do you want to shower, or bath?”

Shower. Warm steam, enveloping you, racing down your back and warming your limbs. Bath. Silky water soaking your body, sweet smelling and relaxing your tense muscles. Slick and deep, covering you so completely if you closed your eyes, it could feel like you were swimming away from everything.

That decided it. “Bath, please.” You hummed, finally opening your eyes again to take in Chanyeol’s sad half-smirk.

Flicking his mop of dark hair quickly out of his eyes, he nodded. “Okay. Come on.”

Slowly, he lead the way with a loose hold on your hand, past the kitchen and Seju, still swimming around in his bowl. Now you took a second realize off the living room was the kitchen, coffee talbe littered with beer cans that made your head hurt at even the thought of drinking.

Eventually, he lead you to a closed door, which he twisted open with his good hand. Dark tile and white porcelain utilities, it too was also relatively empty, apart from the bottles you could see in his shower and overflowing trash can. You didn’t mind though, when you saw the large tub in the corner. It was big enough you probably could swim around in it if you wanted, but also probably wouldn’t. Instead you fancied the idea of just floating around, floating away.

Releasing your hand, he bent down to twist on the taps, giving you deja-vu to the last time he had run you a bath like this, last time you had broken in front of him. Just like last time, he was proving he was even more caring than he appeared - which, to be fair, wasn’t much. But still. It was fitting, though, how he was able to make even the little things like running a bath seem big. Such a big man should have an equally big heart.

Grabbing a spare bottle from the edge of the tub, he glanced at the label before turning and giving you a sheepish smile. “It’s body wash, but it’ll have to do.” He said, before flipping it upside down and letting the cedar-scented suds begin spinning in the water, growing by the second.

He went to fiddle with the knobs again, turning his back to you slowly. “Go ahead and get undressed, I won’t peek.”

You scoffed at his words, shaking your head with a weak grin. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before. If I recall, first time we slept together you made a point to watch me strip.”

Chanyeol scoffed at that, and you watched as the tips of his ears flushed a bright red. Spluttering, he said, “Well, yeah! But that’s cause I was being an asshole then.”

“Uh-huh.” You hummed, rolling your eyes as you began slipping off your skirt. It feel to the floor with a soft flop around your ankles, which you kicked away quickly. Next, you shimmied down your panties and stockings in one go, making sure to kick both of those extra far away. You had to put them through a wood chipper or something. Make sure they would be nothing but a memory, because even looking at them was making you feel sick all over again.

You unclasped the stupid necklace weakly, casting it onto the countertop to your right. It bounced slightly diamonds reflecting the light in rainbow prisms. You would have thought it was pretty before. Now, it could be the most gaudy thing you’ve ever seen.

Finally, you slipped off your turtleneck, and you felt it before you had the courage to look. Even the loss of pressure from your shirt against it made a difference, the cool air soothing the welt you were sure was there. There was a mirror behind you, you knew there was. You just didn’t want to see the damage... not yet.

So instead, you sighed weakly, unclasping your bra and slipping it off your shoulders. Casting it aside as well, you were finally bare, ready to slip into the tub, which was almost full enough, but not quite.

Still though, Chanyeol turned it off just slightly too soon, the water level slightly lower than you would have liked. What, was he expecting you to drown yourself?

Slowly he straightened, but didn’t turn to face you. “C-Can I turn around now?”

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed. “God, yes, Yeol, it’s nothing new.”

He chuckled slightly but turns nonetheless, his eyes settling on your feet before they trailed upwards. Every motion, every flush in his cheeks electrified you, your arms crossing slightly over your chest as a blush viciously rose in your own cheeks, still watching him carefully.

But once his eyes reached your neck, his brows furrowed. Slowly, you watched as his jaw began ticking lowly, gaze growing more and more sour, refusing to part from the area on your neck that you could feel throbbing under his gaze.

It was almost scary, how his chest began to rise and fall more rapidly and his good hand twitched into a soft fist, his jaw clenching. So, you asked, “How bad is it?”

Chanyeol didn’t say anything for a beat, making you even more scared at just what he would say. But he didn’t leave you waiting for long, instead stepping closer to you, his hand softening until he just barely brushed it against the skin of your throat, sending dull pain shooting across it.

“Get in, I’ll join you.” He hummed instead, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your forehead.

Was that worse than if he had said it was bad? Was he trying to comfort you before you even looked, by assuring you that he would join you in the tub, wouldn’t leave your side? Somehow, it made you more nervous now, prompting you to turn and glance at yourself in the mirror.

And what you saw made you gasp weakly, eyes going wide. Because if you had thought Baekhyun’s face was bad, his was pussy shit compared to your neck. Each link of the damn chain, each fierce tug against you was mapped in a ring of dark blueish black bruising around your neck, tendrils of red around the edges. It was like a galaxy of agony against your skin, harsh and stamped there for the whole world to see, impossible to hide. It was terrifying, to have the traumatizing memory stamped on your skin alongside in your head.

It was only the sound of Chanyeol gathering more bottles from the shower and tossing them onto the ledge of the tub that made you tear your eyes from the mirror.

Turning to give you a look, his eyes flickered between your neck and your face quickly. Fast, but still enough that you noticed it. Cocking his head towards the tub, he hummed. “Aren’t you going to get in?”

Weakly, you countered. “Aren’t you?”

Chanyeol managed a weak chuckle at that. “After you do, come on.” He hummed, waving you towards the water before he grabbed a bar of soap from the shower ledge.

Huffing, you stepped towards the tub. Hell, there was no use staring in the mirror any longer. It would just work you up again, make you hyperventilate. At least this time, you knew Chanyeol could talk you down if needed be.

Carefully you slipped your foot into the water, the warm soapiness of it already perfuming the air in the scent of Chanyeol, a scent you had always associated with his cologne, but maybe it was his body wash instead. Second foot in, you lowered yourself lower and lower, until up to your ribs was submerged.

Leaning back, it was clear that yes, this scent was the one Chanyeol had trademarked in your head. It was nice to be completely surrounded by him, especially when the man himself was currently stripping off to join you in the water. You could hear a soft thud on the floor, followed by a second, which you could only assume was his shirt and sweats, back to back. You didn’t look, as badly as you wanted to. He hadn’t for you, you were going to give him the same courtesy. Instead, you let your eyes rest shut, instead honing in on the feeling the water flowing around your limbs.

That is, until you felt Chanyeol brush against your shoulders.

“Scoot up, I’ll sit behind you.” He hummed lowly, making you smile slightly with a nod.

“Okay.” You said, slipping further up in the tub until he had enough room to step in behind you. One foot, second foot, and then you felt him lowering himself down, until his legs slipped alongside yours and your backside was pressed to his chest.

It was so easy with him, to do stuff like this and feel so at ease. Like sleeping with him in your bed, waking the next morning without even a twinge of awkwardness. As is arms gently wrapped around your waist, rubbing your skin softly as his lips started pressing slight, almost nonexistent fluttering kisses against your shoulder. You sighed into it, relishing in the feeling. Chanyeol’s arms finally felt like you were home again.

It was like the both of you knew what the other was thinking, what each wanted and how to fulfill that for them. It was nice, to coexist without much thought, but still somehow he made you feel a thousand times better than anyone else could. It was addictive.

Slowly, your fingers traced along his calves in the water, making him hum slightly from behind you. Without even looking, you could tell he would be smirking, not cockily, but cutely. How he managed to do it, you had no idea, but it worked.

“I’m turning on the handheld, I’ll get your hair wet.” Chaneyol grunted, reaching for a small, handheld nozzle he could use to get your hair soaked. Flicking a switch on the base, it quickly began spewing water, which you could hear as well as feel against your back.

Once it started soaking your hair, you let your eyes drift back shut, letting Chanyeol’s fingers detangle the knots that had worked their way into your strands through the day. Only seconds later, you head him pop a bottle, followed by a squirt of something onto the top of your head.

“What’re you doing?” You hummed, grinning slightly and cracking your eyes open as though it would help you see him. If only you had eyes on the back of your head.

“I’m washing your hair, shut up.” Chanyeol grumbled, embarrassed. It just made you laugh slightly, shaking your head.

“Cute.”

“I said shut up about it.” Chanyeol growled into your ear playfully, making you shrink away, still giggling to yourself.

He lathered it up and worked it into a large mass of bubbles, getting every inch of your hair captured before he rinsed it out with the handheld again. Another bottle was quickly squeezed onto the top of your head, of what you could only assume was conditioner, before he ran his fingers through your hair once again, coating every strand in the substance.

All the while, your fingers kept tracing imaginary patterns across his calves, his knees. You pretended not to notice, how you could feel him slowly bulging up against you, slowing your motions so he wouldn’t end up embarrassing himself with a hard-on.

But now that you had noticed it, it was impossible to ignore. Now you could only remember the last time the two of you had slept together what felt like so long ago, in the basement of Exodus, on those shabby beds. That night was worlds away from now, and you couldn't stop yourself from imagining if the sex would be different, too.

You felt like you shouldn't be imagining this, after the hell you had been through today. Shouldn’t you be avoiding sex at all costs? Your neck had just finished bruising up from earlier, but really, this afternoon was not sex to you. It was work, an absolutely horrible part of your job you prayed you would never have to repeat.

On the opposite, sex with Chanyeol was always pleasurable, like he was lighting every fuse and nerve in your body. That was before the two of you had even become close like this, too. Was would it be like now, you thought as your fingers began tracing over his knee under the water again, now that you had realized and accepted the fact that you really, really liked him?

The turning on of the handheld again made your train of thought halt, but certainly not die completely, as he began rinsing the conditioner from your hair. “Feel good?” He asked lowly, his fingers delicately shaking the remaining product loose until it flowed into the bathwater.

You hummed, tilting your head back to catch the spray around the edges of your forehead, neck aching with the motion. “Yeah, thank you.” You said softly, feeling the water flowing down your spine.

“You’re welcome.” Chanyeol hummed, ducking down to give your shoulder another quick, fleeting kiss quickly and making your skin erupt in fireworks. That was it, those little things that made you ignite and flush, your mind go blissfully blank yet somehow alight all at once.

So, you turned to glance at him over your shoulder. “Want me to return the favour?” You hummed innocently, even though you could feel the semi that was pressed against the base of your spine.

Chanyeol’s eyes widened slightly, but he was quick to nod. “Y-Yeah, sure.”

You grinned slightly as you slipped around in the water, using the edge of the tub to hoist yourself up until you slipped his legs between your own, straddling his thighs under the water. With his hands now free, he gripped your hips softly, cocking his head as he watched you sit atop him.

But you were quick to grab the handheld, flicking the switch until a spray of warm water came gushing out. Smirking softly down at him, you quickly and playfully sprayed him in the face, making him splutter.

“Whoops, my bad!” You feigned an apology, instead twisting the faucet until it was soaking the crown of his head instead of his face.

Using his good hand to wipe the water from his eyes, he was quick to give you a mocking, angry look. “And to think, I was such a good hairdresser.” Chanyeol scoffed, shaking his now wet hair just fast enough that the splatters hit your chest.

“Hey - ah!” You whined when Chanyeol snagged the handheld out of your grip, plugging it back into where it was supposed to sit on the ledge of the tub. “No fair, I was just getting started.”

Chanyeol rolled his eyes, using his good hand to brush a wet strand of hair from your face slowly. “What’s not fair is you spraying me when I was a model hairdresser. Seriously, I deserve a raise, and I’m not even being paid!” He hummed, smirking up at you slightly as his good hand settled on your jaw.

“If you think I’m going to pay you, you’re sorely mistaken.” You scoffed, hands coming to settle where the water met Chanyeol’s chest.

His eyes glimmered mischievously when he cocked his head, eyes studying yours. “I know a way you can repay me.” He hummed nonchalantly, as though you couldn’t feel the way his dick twitched with the words.

You just grinned right back, mimicking his motion. “Oh, really? And what would that be then?”

Instead of answering, instead he just raised his injured hand to cup your jaw on the opposite side as his good one, gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips slowly. “I think you know.” He hummed lowly, his gaze meeting yours once again and growing darker by the second.

You used a hand to grasp his wist lightly, smiling slightly. “Yeah, I think I might have an idea.”

Slowly, like you didn’t want to scare him off, you ducked down until you were just an inch away from his lips, giving yourself a second to study his features again from up close, memorizing him the way he had you. You wanted to memorize his features, see him fully, because Chanyeol was the boy that brought the sun to it’s knees every night. You were sure of it.

Finally, with a slight growl, he leaned up impatiently, capturing your lips in his own. You hadn't even realized how much you could miss his lips, but you did, missed how soft they felt when he moved them against you. Missed how they fit so perfectly between yours, how they would open and close lazily but somehow made all the thoughts in your mind wash away. Everything about Chanyeol made you hazy, made the rest of the world just slip through your fingers like grains of sand.

“Are you sure you... you know...” Chanyeol hummed against your lips, panting for breath slightly when the two of you separated.

Your eyes flickering open, you glanced down at him, where his gaze was trailed your neck. On your bruise from only earlier today. You didn’t want that, didn't want him to stare at your cracks and bumps like a broken china doll. Instead, your hands slipped up to his, still cupping your jaw softly, as you sighed.

“I’m sure. I want to. After today, seeing you again is...” You scoffed, shaking your head slightly as you could already feel your throat closing off. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

Chanyeol watched you with a half smile, leaning up to give you another quick kiss before his eyes flickered to where his injured hand was brushing your neck. The smile transformed to one of sadness, when he muttered, “We match.”

Looking down at his hand, you scoffed. Sure enough, the black bruising, purplish stains and red swatches were almost identical to what you had witnessed in the mirror. “Must have been a hard punch.” You hummed, shaking your head at him slightly.

It just made him grimace though, as he leaned up to rest his forehead against your own. “I don’t even want to think about what he did to you.” He grumbled, shaking his head slightly.

God, even just him saying that made you grimace too, the memories already trickling into your head and making you wince. God, it was enough to make you damn near scream. At least this time you would be able to, rather than resorting biting your lip to prevent it.

“Neither do I. Just... let’s not talk about it. Let’s make better memories, yeah?” You offered, sighing in relief when Chanyeol nodded.

“Yeah.” He hummed, cocking his head at you slowly before the two of you met in the middle, for another sweet kiss.

It started slow, lazy and uncalculated as instead you focused on the feel of his slick chest beneath your palms, him cupping your jaw, fingers slipping across your shoulders. Between the water surrounding the two of you and his body, it was dizzyingly warm, the steam enveloping your bodies in the fresh, clean scent of his body wash. It was easy to forget, like this. Forget your job, the fact that the two of you weren’t allowed contact. Well, you supposed the joke’s on them, cause this absence certainly made the heart grow way fonder.

Slowly, Chanyeol’s hands travelled until he was holding your ribs, pads of his thumbs slightly digging into the flesh of your breast. Breaking off the kiss, he indulged in a glance when his large palms brushed over your nipples, making them perk up stiff.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” He growled under his breath, more to himself than anything, but you caught it. It made you stifle a giggle.

His hands slowly began squeezing your breasts more and more, never enough to be painful but still enough to make you whine, your forehead ducking to rest on his own. Your thighs burned as you arched slightly, trying to get some sort of friction on your core from beneath the depths of the water.

Chanyeol was quick to comply, his left hand releasing your breast and instead slipping beneath the soapy surface. It only took a second for his fingertip to find your inner thigh, tracing up higher until they pressed against your clit.

“Ah, Yeol...” You whimpered softly at the gentleness of it, the soft careful nature of his actions.

He leaned up to press a kiss on the corner of your mouth, smirking slightly. “I fucking love when you call me that.” He said. Now that was a stark contrast from his initial reaction to it, making you laugh slightly.

“I knew it.”

Chanyeol chuckled slightly at that, his motions beneath the surface increasing pressure and making your jaw fall open weakly. It send sparks up your spine as you arched into his form, whimpering under your breath. Circling your sensitive clit slowly, then faster and faster before winding back down was making you ache, straining for him, all of him.

So, your hand slipped under the water too, gripping hold of his now fully erect cock.

You heard his breathing catch when your thumb swiped over the sensitive head quickly, before pulling up and down his shaft slowly. You could feel him, twisting and growing impossibly stiffer under your grasp. It was even more impressive under your touch than you remembered, and between your touches on him and his on you, you were whimpering.

“Yeol...” You whined, wanting more than his fingers on your core.

He seemed to have the same idea, voice gravelly when he answered. “Yeah, okay. Come on, scoot up.”

Releasing him from your grasp, you instead put your hands on his shoulders for balance as you pulled your legs up towards his hips, slipping across the porcelain with ease. He helped you, hands on your hips to guide you, water flowing out of where your bodies pressed closer and closer.

“Ready baby?” He hummed, glancing up at you quickly when he released a hold on your hip. Soon enough, you could feel him pressing his head at your entrance, waiting for your word even though he was chewing his lip harshly, probably trying to prevent bucking up into you.

You just wiggled your hips carefully, not giving words but instead actions as you sank down, down, until your full weight was settled onto his hips with a breathy sigh.

The concoction of your soaring body heat in combination with the warm water was making you heady, but you didn’t mind as you carefully raised yourself back up and down, still holding Chanyeol for balance by the shoulders.

He didn’t seem any more put together than you, as his head tossed backwards to lean on the ledge of the tub. “God, you’re so good at this.” He growled, eyes screwing shut as he succumbed to the feeling of you around him.

You just continued your motions carefully, up and down over and over until it felt like reflex, focusing on the feeling of Chanyeol stretching you. He was the perfect length to hit just right, each motion making you whimper more and more until you were fully moaning, nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck...” Chanyeol continued to growl, hands on your hips as he supported your motions. The water around the two of you was beginning to splash as the tempo of your bodies grew faster, making even more soapy bubbles reappear, the scent of sex masked by the perfume of the suds.

One of his hands released you to instead return to your clit, circling it quickly. He was trying to make you finish, and it was working as you felt yourself tightening around him.

“Ah, Chanyeol...” You moaned, your head shuddering to collapse alongside your hand on his shoulder, lips brushing against his water-slicked neck with every thrust. Your thighs were burning now, about to start quaking from exhaustion, but luckily Chanyeol was quick to meet you with thrusts of his own.

His fingers continued to grow pressure against your clit, until eventually, the feeling in your gut burst with a broken shout from your chest. It was dizzyingly powerful combined with the heat from the water, sending you to a breathless, twitching mess, grip tightening on his shoulders until you thought it just might bruise.

With your tightening walls, it didn’t take Chanyeol long before he spilled too, thrusting deep and hard inside you one last time with a low, throaty groan. “Fuck, fuck yes.” He growled, his hand finally stilling on your over sensitive clit. One, two more half hearted bucks, and he too was spent, collapsing onto the back of the tub breathlessly.

Your face was still buried in his neck, vision rosy from the aftermath of your orgasms as the two of you caught your breaths. His chest was warm and solid beneath you, like it was carved from stone for you to lay. You belonged here, your heart and head screamed in unison. One of the only times they agreed, you were sure it must e significant.

So, nuzzling yourself further into his grasp, you felt it would be fine to whisper, “I like you, Yeol. So much.”

And after you said it, there was no hesitation, no pause to even think before he responded. “I like you too. So much being without you basically turned me to a drunk.” He panted, his arms slippery as they tightened around your waist, cradling you closer to him.

Eventually though, once the two of you had caught your breaths and felt comfortable enough to slip apart, you had to get out of the serenity that was the bathtub. Nice part about tub sex was that there was no cleanup necessary, as you instead were able to slip into a fluffy towel hanging on the back of his door, watching as Chanyeol drained the tub carefully. Next, he started grabbing all your clothes from off the floor, still padding around bare as the day he was born.

“I’ll throw these into the laundry.” He hummed, turning to give you a half smile as he snatched your bra within his fingertips, wiggling his eyebrows.

You just scoffed. “You’d take any reason to get your hands on my bra, wouldn’t you?”

“Maybe.” He hummed, grabbing your skirt and adding it to the growing pile in his arms and making you scoff with an eye roll. Really, he was a typical teenager sometimes.

“Can you not dry off first, at least?” You hummed, turning to grab a towel and toss it in his direction quickly, but stopped when you saw where he was reaching next.

You had to stop him, though, when he extended a hand to snatch up your stockings. “Wait.” You cut, making him freeze in his tracks.

“What?” He hummed, turning to glance at you, then back to the fishnets on the floor, suddenly half expecting them to pull a gun on him.

You scoffed at his wide eyes, tossing him the towel still in your grasp. “Jesus Christ, I don’t want to stare at your bare ass, put this on.” You hummed, before stepping forward and grabbing the fishnets yourself. You didn’t want him to wash them and fold them like you would keep them. They didn’t deserve that courtesy.

“I thought you liked my bare ass.” Chanyeol pouted, but slipped the towel and tucked it until it was slung around his hips loosely. Straightening to his fill height, with specks of water still reflecting off his bonze chest was distracting enough, you didn’t need to see his dick alongside that.

“I do, but not hanging in my face while you do my laundry.” You scoffed, wringing the fishnets in your hands slightly, absent-mindedly.

Chanyeol hummed his chest puffing it pride as he cocked his head at you, eyes dropping to watch you twist with the article in your hands. “What’s the deal with those, then?”

You sighed, glancing down at them, their black strings and thick cotton waistband. “It’s stupid. I’m just going to throw them out.” You hummed, glancing back up at him with a lopsided, half-hearted smile. “Bad memories.”

“So you’re going to throw them out?” Chanyeol asked, mimicking your motion and cocking his head too, although his smile was more genuine. “What if I told you I’ll do you one better?”

You wrung the fishnets in your hands one last time, watching Chanyeol coaxing the coals in his fireplace until it was roaring alight.

“And you’re sure this is okay?” You asked, watching the dancing flames grow larger with Chanyeol’s prodding.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” He hummed, turning to glance at you with a grin. Wearing his boxers and some oversized sweater, hood tugged up around your damp hair, you had no clue why the image made him grin so much.

But you ignored it, because you liked his grin anyway.

“I don’t know, what if it smells like burnt plastic or something?” You hummed, grimacing even imagining that odour coating his apartment.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” He countered, straightening and flicking the hair out of his eyes. In a fresh pair of sweatpants and a worn, oversized band tee, somehow he looked like he was glowing softly. It suited him though. Maybe he was always glowing, and you just hadn’t noticed until now.

Stepping behind you to wrap his arms around your middle tightly, he hummed into your ear, your eyes trained on the flickering flames. “Ready?”

Breathing in deep, you knew you were. You had been ready to get rid of these things for hours. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Toss ‘em.” Chanyeol mumbled against the material of the hood covering your jaw, like he was trying to feel you through it. You almost wished he could, wished you could feel him through it too.

So, grappling with the stockings in your hand, you gave a deep breath. In, out. Most of your breeding today had been to calm yourself down, to repress the twisting of your gut, to make what was happening to you fir into a little, bite sized box you would be able to handle on your own.

Now though, with Chanyeol’s arms around you, you were no longer alone. You had him, and he had you. This breath relit your flames, stoked the fury towards your enemy, made your jaw clinch at all the memories of today. This one built you back up, because with help, you knew you could do this. With Chanyeol, you could do this.

That’s all you needed.

Without another second to hesitate, you balled the pantyhose into a little ball, and threw it into the flickering flames, watching the sparks fly off the smouldering logs with the motion. The strings were quick to ignite, burning up, alive and thriving, much like you would be, too.

You hoped.

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Siren’s Serenade

Another drabbly by yours truly! Background for this, since its a bit hard to read three henry’s we gave every Henry a little nickname so it’ll be easier for you all. And us as well lol when reading this @doberart‘s Henry will be Ross, @trashboatprince‘s Henry is Delta and mine is just Henry. Just a little clarification for ya’ll

Shall we?

Alice Angel was something else, the woman had spoken to them through the audio system with a deep suave voice. They needed to get through a door, since Ross’ wife was somewhere deeper in Rapture Studio and the only way was through this damn door. Which was conveniently locked.

But this Alice had a key, and all they needed to do was gather things for her. Simple. Easy. They made a good team, Ross, Henry and Delta. All conveniently named Henry but they decided to give each other nicknames so it was easier to deal with things.

They were just about finished with the final part, she wanted ink collected. Must be one of the druggies, but if it meant getting the damn door open then so be it. Bendy was a good locator for the said ink, calling them angels. Alice had given them a syringe to use instead of Bendy’s own.

Simple task, if it not were for the searchers and splicers coming out when the blood was in the water. Crawling like a moth to the flame, enemies from all around swarmed them.

Three of them with plasmids and weapons in their hands was good odds, since most of them were very weak since the Ink made them mad and completely insane. A simple smack or thrust of lightning would knock them out cold.

The final searcher fell to the ground and Henry panted, wiping his brow. The others seemed just as winded.

“Where’s Bendy?” Delta asks and Henry lifts his head turning around to search for the Little Devil.

“I thought he was with you?” Ross states and starts to search as well, seeing if the little creature was hiding. Bendy was a little trickster and loved to play hide and seek, but this was not exactly the time to play.

“Bendy? Bendy?” Delta shouted lifting up tables and searching vents. Henry could tell he was anxious, Delta was very protective of the little one. The taller man’s black eye was flickering from green to yellow in his anxiety.

“We’ll find him. He’s gotta be some—“ Henry stops when Ross makes a noise and he turns to see inky footprints, boot prints.

Delta bends down and reaches to touch the substance rubbing it in between his fingers. “Bendy.” He confirms. He must’ve wandered off as they were fighting. Delta immediately gets up and rushes out of the room, with Henry and Ross in tow.

The larger man usually was much slower, the diving suit no doubt was extremely heavy and he wasn’t exactly the fastest of the group. But the worry on his face and the large strides meant business.

They stopped when realizing that this was Alice’s lair, she said that she would meet them there. Had Bendy already walked through here? The footprints stopped here and Delta slammed the door open.

“Bendy!” Delta shouts looking around. The room was grand and elegant, broken chandeliers and torn plush seats scattered the room. It looked like some sort of lounge where the rich came to party and mingle. Halos and wings were crudely drawn across the peeling wallpaper, the faint light of the chandeliers made the atmosphere very tense.

“Welcome to my parlor, said the spider to the fly.” A familiar voice crooned as a faint light shone above a balcony. Silhouetted in the light was a woman, her face covered in what looked like a cartoon mask, her hair tangled and ratty on one side, while the other was shaved close to her head. She wore a strange outfit, with leather belts and metal plates across her shoulders.

“Hello boys, your guardian angel has graced you.” She replies as she lifts something up in her hands. “Had I known you had this little treasure, I would of lead you here quicker.” In her clawed hand was a whimpering Bendy, quaking in fear.

“Bendy!” Delta roars his eye glowing red.

Alice chuckles deeply holding Bendy close to her hip, “Oh please you don’t scare me. After all, I know you all too well. A big hulking idiot that looks after these precious things. I used to believe they were sacred, until their ink granted me the life I needed. Perfect beautiful angel.” She breathes in sharply pulling her mask to the side.

“And with this,” she gestures to Bendy with a large grin, half of her face melted from the overexposure of Ink. “I’ll be perfect!” As she said that she stood on the railing, large wings unfurling before them. They were broken, battered. Bits of feathers flying, matted and burnt. Like a fallen angel. Her skeletal wings fluttered for a moment before they curled around her sides.

“Give him back you bitch.” Delta snarls and Alice continues to laugh.

“Empty threats, silly men. I know a little secret of yours. It’s very interesting, funny how words can take over a mind of someone. Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words? Words cut you up and make you something else entirely. Isn’t that right, Henry?”

Henry swallows thickly, looking at the two of him, his axe slightly shaking. Sometimes he would black out, not remember something and find himself sore or being hit by Delta. It’s happened before but he didn’t know how or why.

“What does she mean.” Ross asks as he raises his pistol at her.

Alice makes a look of shock, “Why you don’t know? Allow me to demonstrate. Henry, my dear. would you kindly destroy them?”

Like a flick of the switch Henry looks at her, his body trembling for a moment before turning his attention to them. His eyes a pure yellow, slightly pulsating as he clenched his hand the Angel’s Grace plasmid brightens.

“Henry, Henry no. You can fight it! Damn it!” Delta shouts as Henry takes a swing at Delta, missing by a mere inch. “Snap out of it!”

“What’s happening?!” Ross asks as he rolls out of the way of Henry’s large beam of light, burning a complete hole in the couch behind them.

Delta turns to Ross and then back to Henry seeing the pure look of malice on the man’s face. “He’s being controlled by that bitch!” He decides to throw a couple splatters of his plasmid Ink Spots, causing the little ink demons to attach themselves to Henry’s legs to try and stop him. “We can’t kill him!”

“I know that!” Ross snaps, “There a way to stop this?”

“Yes yes fight amongst yourselves!” She reaches for the cage that was hanging beside her and throws Bendy. “What’s better than a dinner and a show.”

“Stop it please!” Bendy cries and Alice laughs loudly shaking the cage.

“Don’t worry, one of them is bound to die anyways. You’ll have two dads instead of three. Not too bad of a deal, that is until I drain you dry.” She croons curling her clawed fingers under his chin.

“Knock him out!” Delta shouts as Henry uses his fire plasmid to burn the ink off him, his arm burning as he tosses a fireball at them. Delta blows it away with his wind plasmid snuffing it out before it hit him.

Henry is coming at them with unbridled rage, his eyes glowing bright as the fire burns up his arm, not catching on his clothes. He chucks another fireball at Delta who ducks, feeling the heat of the flame pass him by.

“At least he’s not using his weapon with his plasmid!” Ross shouts as Henry burns the side of a couch trying to hit him.

The sweater clad man stops for a second a with a swift motion the axe catches a flame and Delta lets out a string of curses.

“You just had to say that!” He shouts to Ross as he attempts to kick the enraged Henry away watching out for the burning blade of the axe. “By this rate we’re gonna have this place catch fire!”

Ross pauses as Henry focuses on Delta, “Okay I got an idea. Since Ink Spots won’t hold you don’t how about a little gravity!” He clenches his free hand activating the plasmid. Bright copper armor quickly attaches to Ross like a make-shift gauntlet, steam rising from the metal. He makes a motion and the air changes as gravity starts to fluctuate. Henry is suddenly lifted into the air floating a bit so he wouldn’t be swinging that axe.

“Okay I got him!” Ross shouts as he holds Henry steady with his plasmid. “Now what?!”

“Hold him there! I think I got an idea.” Delta watches the squirming Henry, the fire extinguishing from the axe. His hand is still lit but it suddenly changes, ice begins to crawl up his hand, icicles forming as it does so. Henry turns his gaze to Ross and fires a blast.

The man had to stay still to keep Henry up in the air, so the ice hits him right in the chest. Ross stumbles and ice begins to crawl up his chest and freeze him on the spot.

“That’s it Henry finish them!” Alice calls out as Henry lands on his feet coming for Delta.

Delta sees the frozen body of Ross and snarls his eye turning a deep red. “That’s it, c’mere you!” He shouts running at Henry with such speed the man isn’t able to dodge it. Delta picks up the smaller Henry and holds him tightly, using his bulky suit to choke him out.

“I didn’t want to do this but you leave me no choice! It’s time for a little nap!” Henry struggles under the grip, snarling like a wild animal but Delta is stronger gripping and crushing Henry. In a few moments Henry’s actions get sluggish and slower until Henry finally drops, passing out in Delta’s arms.

“There.” Delta says placing the man down on the ground. The ice begins to crack and Ross breaks through giving out a shudder.

“Christ that’s cold!” He mutters rubbing his arms as he wipes away a bit of snow on him. “You got him?” He looks to Delta and then to the fallen Henry.

“Down for the count. Now it’s the bitch’s turn.” Delta spits as he looks up to the balcony to find that she wasn’t there. Bendy was trapped in a cage shaking like a leaf his tail curled against his body as he watched it all happen.

“How dare you?! Come in here and ruin my fun! You want to take my perfection away? Fine, we can play.” Alice swoops down to the floor, a sword in hand, withered wings flapping in her frustration. Her face is melting away, the yellow eye clouded with insanity while the other dripped with ink.

“I’M ALICE ANGEL AND YOU WILL DI-“ She doesn’t finish her sentence as a figure fast as lightning appears before her, stabbing her straight through the middle. She chokes in surprise, looking down at the sword and then to her killer. “I always knew you were a bitch.” She sputters as ink falls from her mouth, the sword pulling out of her and she falls to the floor motionless.

“The same for you.” The killer states, it’s a woman, her hair tied up in a tight ponytail and covered in leather much like Alice was. On her back was a sort of metal basket of sorts, and inside was Bendy.

“As for you, I have some words for you. Leaving him up there like that, how dare you.” The woman says coming up to Delta and gave him a very hard slap to the cheek.

Delta pulls back in surprise blinking rapidly, “Woah! Who even are you?” He asks narrowing his eyes.

“I’m Allison, Bendy’s Sister Angel.”

#boom there you go #i did try to find all the mistakes #but if theyre is some forgive me #but yeah!#Alice Angel is definitely batshit insane #and here come's allison to the rescue #poor henry #all of them tbh #henry batim #BioShock crossover #spottie writes

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freaoscanlin · 7 years ago

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Unsung Melody (Mine for Safekeeping)

2927 words, rated PG, Daisy/Jemma. Read on AO3 here. It made a sick sort of sense for Kasius to breed Quake, Destroyer of Worlds. The other donor, though, is where things get sticky. For @ohladybegood and @jewishsuperfam. :D

No matter how hard Jemma Simmons stared at the screen, the results didn’t change. Nor did the greasy feeling of horror that threatened to consume her entire stomach. It wasn’t possible. Couldn’t be possible—or shouldn’t be, at any rate, as living in a realistic computer simulation, assisting an actual possessed man whose skull turned to flame, and going to the future had taught Jemma that perhaps telling science that something was impossible was now merely throwing down the gauntlet. But this, this couldn’t be real.

Completely unaware that Jemma was perilously close to hyperventilating in front of her screen, the baby in the center of the table, currently wrapped in Coulson’s jacket, slept on.

“Simmons?” Coulson’s voice drew her gaze away from the screen. He had a concerned, paternal look on his face, but it didn’t hide the genuine curiosity. “Did the results come in? Is Daisy right? Is the genetic material from her?”

Genetic material. Science. Jemma could focus on science. “Yes,” she said. “The DNA matches up. Genetically, they took enough material from Daisy that she would legally be considered his birth mother.”

Coulson let out a long sigh. “Right. Well, we suspected it might be a possibility when we found the baby. Do the results say who the other donor—or donors—are? Other inhumans?”

“He said I was pretty,” Jemma said before she could stop herself. Her voice sounded empty, which was funny. Hollow was the last thing she felt. If anything, she’d been stuffed full of too many emotions, and they had tangled themselves into a messy ball in the center of her chest and clung there, threatening to suffocate her.

Coulson gave her a wary look, obviously wondering if this was a trick question. “You are. But who is he, in this case?”

“Kasius. He said I was pretty. I thought it was that woman—Sinara—I thought she was simply jealous and using that against me because she didn’t like me. But it turns out—it turns out—” The words stayed stuck in her throat, probably caught up in the sticky web of emotion. She squeezed her eyes shut to really focus on the sounds around her, the hum of the equipment she would never take for granted, the infant on the table breathing, Coulson’s boots as he stepped over to get a look at the screen.

She knew he saw it, for he simply said, “Oh.”

Jemma kept her eyes closed. In the processing lab, when they’d made their daring escape, it had seemed obvious. Kasius was desperately looking to sell something valuable, Daisy was the most precious thing he’d owned. So the baby with the dark hair and Daisy’s eyes on the table, that could only mean one thing, really.

“It was bad enough when it was just Daisy,” he said. “No, not just bad. Awful. He bred her. Like cattle.”

“Not just her,” Coulson said. He tilted his head and studied the baby. “Is it too soon to tell you that he has your nose?”

“Coulson,” Jemma said, torn between absurd laughter and tears. But that was all she could say.

“Yeah, I figured it was too soon. Come here.” He pulled her into a hug, murmuring something that sounded suspiciously like ‘there, there.’ Jemma hated that it worked. And she hated that his offer of tea worked just as well.

The minute he stepped out of the lab, the baby began to wriggle about in place. His little arms waved as he mewled pitifully. “Oh, no.” Jemma dashed away her tears and hurried over to the table. She knew frightfully little about babies, outside of what she’d learned in her biology texts. And she’d outright ignored any childhood psychology lessons because surely she’d have some warning when she was about to have kids, plenty of time to study up. How absolutely foolish she’d been.

The baby opened his mouth and began to wail. “No, no, no,” Jemma said. “Shh. It’s okay. You’re okay. You’re—you’re fine. Look, you’re in the jacket and it’s nice and warm and it smells like Coulson and he smells nice, doesn’t he? Like wintergreen and—oh dear.”

Maybe he just wanted to be held. Maybe that was it. Even though she had no idea what she was doing, she awkwardly levered a hand underneath him and scooped him up, careful to hold his head the way Coulson had.

The baby only wailed louder.

“Think, Jemma, think,” Jemma said, since she was alone and anybody who judged her for talking to herself would receive a severe reprimand. “He can’t need changing, Coulson’s just seen to that. He’s probably tired? Or unused to this place? Or…”

“He sounds hungry.” Daisy strolled in, a plastic shopping bag dangling from two fingers. “We’re back, and we have formula. Once again, Daisy Johnson, saver of the day, at your service.”

“Oh, thank heavens,” Jemma said, turning desperately toward her, and then it hit her: this was genetically their baby. They had a child together.

She had a son with her best friend.

Daisy faltered a little, pulling up short as Jemma continued to stare at her. “Simmons? Is everything okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I—yes, everything’s fine,” Jemma said, even though it clearly wasn’t. She had no idea how to even begin telling Daisy what she’d found, so she focused on more important matters. “You said you have the formula? You made sure to get the best kind?”

“I checked reviews. God, mommy-bloggers are terrifying.” Daisy began to unload the contents of the plastic bag. “May went to scope out the place and see if anything’s still livable. We might be able to set him in my old quarters until we can see to something more permanent.”

“They need to be absolutely clean and dust-free,” Jemma said. “Do we have any hypoallergenic bedding? We’ll need to acquire some—”

“He came from a future where I’m pretty sure people ate actual kibble. He’s probably got more antibodies in his bloodstream than we do.” Daisy finished unloading the bag and held up the carton of formula for Jemma to read the ingredients. She bit down an impressed comment about Daisy’s correct use of antibodies for once, though it of course sent her thoughts racing. The baby was from the future. Did he have the correct antibodies? At least the formula ingredients checked out.

“Make sure it’s the right temperature,” she told Daisy. “Not too hot, or he’ll—”

“You know what? Let’s trade.” Daisy took the wailing infant from her easily, like she’d been around babies all her life, cuddling him close to her and murmuring. He immediately settled. Probably, Jemma knew, because she’d been stiff and ramrod straight holding him. It must have been like being held by a plank.

Daisy followed her to the kitchen. Mysteriously, Coulson wasn’t anywhere to be found even though he’d promised to fetch Jemma a cuppa.

“So,” Daisy said, holding the baby in one arm so that he could wrap his impossibly tiny fingers around her thumb, “how bad is it, Doc?”

“I—I beg your pardon?” Jemma asked, pausing in her preparation of the formula.

Daisy gave her a strange look. “I was only asking if it’s true. If I’m genetically his—well, his you-know-what.”

“His biological mother? Yes, the DNA confirmed that you are.”

It was only because she’d known Daisy for years that Jemma saw the way her jawline tensed, and the quick breath of shock. But it was only confirmation of what they’d all suspected. Kasius had been so insistent on protecting this child in particular.

He would only take such care with the genetic offspring of Quake, Destroyer of Worlds.

Jemma hated that title.

Now Daisy relaxed her jaw. “Well, we all knew it was coming,” she said with a crooked smile that felt absolutely humorless. “Any clue who the, ah, the father is? He’s clearly someone handsome. This kid is destined to grow up and break hearts.”

“Yes. About that.” It was amazing that her hands didn’t shake as she finished heating the formula. “There’s—well, there’s not exactly a father.”

“You don’t have DNA records of who it could be? Or it’s just some weird future tech? He’s already part alien from me, so if he’s even more alien than I thought, just give it to me straight.”

“No, we’ve accounted for all of the baby’s DNA. The other donor just isn’t male.” Get it over with, her brain shouted at her, but Jemma still had to take a deep breath. “It’s me.”

“Huh?” Daisy asked, raising her head. “What’s you?”

“The other parent. Kasius used a sample from me and one from you and created—well, him. Sinara told me once that he found me pretty and I guess that was enough for him to…” Jemma trailed off and interlocked her fingers in front of her, realized exactly what that looked like, and flushed to her hairline. “Though I didn’t think it would be enough for—well, enough to inspire him to breed me.”

“Simmons, don’t take this the wrong way,” Daisy said, a funny look on her face. “You’re very pretty. Gorgeous, in fact, but I think he may have…wanted your brain? Because let’s face it, the kid’s not getting the smarts from me.”

Jemma set the bottle down with a little too much force so that a squirt of formula splattered over her hand. “That’s ridiculous, you’re one of the smartest people I know.”

“Thanks,” Daisy said, and then finally she seemed to get it, for she went pale and sat down. Hard. The baby in her arms let out a protest, and she looked at him. “Uh.”

“Yes,” Jemma said.

“This is—he’s—”

“He is.”

“Ours.” Daisy’s eyes were a little glassy as she looked up and met Jemma’s gaze. “We have a kid together. You and me. Not you and Fi—” She broke off mid-word, wincing.

Fitz. Jemma hadn’t given him a single thought since the DNA results had rolled across her screen. Right. In the life plan, babies had been a future thing. Something to be shared with…Fitz. Scribbled into the life journal right behind weddings and finding a perfect house. Not after an impromptu jaunt to the future, and not with her best friend.

“This does appear to be our baby,” she said, her voice sounding a little strange to her ears.

“What the hell do we do with a baby?” Daisy asked.

“The usual, I expect.” For some reason, seeing Daisy’s uncertainty gave her a clarity. Jemma moved over to sit next to her and held out the bottle of formula. “There are a lot of studies that go back and forth on the importance of breastmilk, but since neither of us are lactating, we haven’t much of a choice.”

“Sure. Yeah. Right. Lactating. No, definitely not doing that.” Daisy shifted, taking the bottle and holding it so the baby could eat.

“You’re good at that,” Jemma said.

“At what?”

“With him. You’re a natural. He calmed right down when you picked him up.”

“There were babies in St. Agnes all the time. They’re pretty simple. Figure out why they’re crying, and they stop. For the most part.” Daisy squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m a mom. This is so weird. You’re a mom. Somehow that’s even weirder, even though we’re moms to literally the same baby.”

“It…is unexpected, yes,” Jemma said. She reached out and touched the crown of his head, gently, marveling at the soft tufts of hair. Dark, like Daisy’s. She herself had been bald in all of her baby pictures. Also jaundiced and colicky and clearly unhappy, none of which seemed to apply to this child.

Oh, dear. She would have to inform her parents. Technically, they were grandparents now. Surely they deserved to know that.

But she didn’t want to think about that, so she studied the baby instead. Coulson had been right: that was definitely her nose, but a miniature version on somebody else’s face. The shape of the eyebrows and his eyes, though, that came entirely from Daisy.

“How much are you freaking out right now?” Daisy asked.

Jemma decided to tell the truth. “I don’t know.”

“I’m not giving him up for adoption,” Daisy said. Her voice was quiet, but Jemma knew that tone. “I lived that life. I don’t want the same life for—for my child.”

That meant keeping the baby in their lives. Raising a child in the face of what they did every day, not knowing if they would return from the framework, from the future, from the everyday grind of SHIELD operations. Even without that aspect, raising a child was a major responsibility, and an even bigger life change. He was an inhuman, Jemma realized. Someday he would have powers.

He would need Daisy.

“But that’s on me,” Daisy said, her voice shaking a little. “That’s my choice. I understand if you don’t want to be a part of it, you don’t owe him or me anything because some creepy dude from the future wanted to mad science a kid out of our genetic soup. You don’t have to take this on.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jemma said before she knew what she was thinking. “If you’re raising this child, of course I’ll be here with you. We may not have had a choice about how this all started, but we’re in this together. All three of us, apparently.”

The baby pushed away the bottle, stretching his face away and grimacing. It really was remarkable to see her best friend in his expressions, Jemma thought. She’d seen Daisy make precisely that face whenever Coulson cooked spinach.

Daisy laid the baby against her shoulder and patted him gently on the back. “Do you ever stop and think about how messed up our lives are?” she asked.

“Every day.”

“Glad it’s not just me. Here, you take him, he just burped. I think he’s ready to sleep.”

“Are—are you sure? Every time I’ve held him, he’s cried.”

“You’ve got this.”

Passing the baby over felt a little like handling an armed bomb to Jemma. It was only after Daisy laughed and told her to relax that she unclenched her jaw. Mercifully, the baby closed his eyes and fell asleep as Daisy predicted, letting out tiny wheezing noises. “See? It’s not so bad,” Daisy said, still looking a little pale.

“He’ll need a name,” Jemma said. “And there’s so much reading to be done. I don’t know the first thing about babies and I don’t think you do, either. We’re not even equipped to take care of him at the moment. We don’t even have a sanitary place to live, or a pediatrician for him. He’ll need immunizations, and a birth certificate, and we’ll have to decide which one of us is officially considered the birth mother.”

Daisy pulled off her beanie and twisted it between her hands. “Let’s just—let’s start with a name. We can figure all of that stuff out later. God, this is hard. I’ve never named anything before. I never even had a pet rock.”

“I had a cat named Hubble, after the telescope,” Jemma offered. “I don’t think that’s a good name for him, though. We could name him after one of our fathers?”

“Cal or Craig?” Daisy frowned, as Jemma blinked in surprise that she knew her father’s name. “I definitely don’t want to name him after my father. There’s—well, there’s a lot of history there that I don’t want to pin on a kid. I want something hopeful, you know?”

“Something that says ‘look to the future?’”

“Maybe not exactly that,” Daisy said, “as technically we did pull him out of the future and it was kind of a nightmare.”

Jemma watched the infant in her arms, marveling as his little chest rose and fell. There seemed to be some kind of feeling—affection, maybe, or protective instincts people felt around small things because they were cute—building in her, but she didn’t want to think about that.

“Antoine,” Daisy said, suddenly.

“Hm?” Jemma raised her head. “Antoine? You want to name him after Trip?”

“We could call him Tony so it’s his own thing. Tony Simmons-Johnson.”

“Johnson-Simmons, it’s alphabetical.” It felt right, Jemma realized. Trip would be tickled pink to find out he had a namesake, and they’d both loved him very dearly. She touched the baby’s cheek, wonderingly. He wrinkled his nose. “Tony.”

“He needs a middle name. How else will he know he’s in trouble?” Daisy’s grin flashed. “You pick. I came up with the first name.”

“Bellis,” Jemma said after a moment of thought.

Daisy blinked at that. “Is that a name?”

“Yes.” A genus, precisely, but Jemma had no interest in confiding that. In her first days after Maveth, learning that Skye had become Daisy, she’d spent hours staring at the cheerful flowers Daisy had brought for her. Bellis perennis. The English daisy. If they’d been mashed together to form this child, it made sense that he should carry something from both of them, and a scientific name of a daisy suited that perfect.

“If you say so,” Daisy said. She stroked the baby’s head. “Antoine Bellis Johnson-Simmons. What a mouthful. Poor Antoine. I’m going to have to teach him to fight off bullies someday, I can already tell you that.”

“Tony,” Jemma said firmly. “His name is Tony.”

In her arms, Tony slept on.

* * *

“You named him what?” Coulson asked.

#skimmons #bioquake #daisy johnson #jemma simmons #aos fanfiction #fanfiction #aos #avengers #phil coulson #'STEVE WAS RIGHT THERE AS A NAME' Coulson tells them #it doesn't even occur to them that their baby shares a name with tony until coulson starts tearing out what little hair he has left #safekeeping verse

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ythmir-writes · 7 years ago

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Wish Upon A Star ch02

Byron Wagner x MC Fandom: Midnight Cinderella

Summary: princesses can be stubborn when it involves bday gifts. but what do you give a king wanting for nothing?

No warnings

[Happy Birthday King Byron!! (better late than never!)]

A/N: in which i push the extent of how much transitioning i can get away with. also was supposed to be a birthday story but somewhere along the way, it lost that theme. insanely indulgent. but please consider giving it a look anyway.

spare some ko-fi?

Chap 02

Prologue, Chap 01, Chap 03

“Sugar stars!”

She could still remember the first time she had seen sugar stars; how the little girl had beamed at her, shoving a small glass bottle into her hands. “They will help with your wounds! Promise! Papa says they can heal anything!”

It had not been the most awe-inspiring circumstances. She had almost received a broken nose after all, not to mention suffered a few minor injuries. It had been during a routine inspection of the docks. For all that Wysteria boasted of the lowest tariffs and customs duties to the point that it was almost free to import and export wares into their market, there was no shortage of smugglers or illegal trade. The Princess Elect, as part of her campaign to remain aware first-hand of the plight of her people, had joined Alyn and his knights in their patrol, though discreetly, and wearing a helmet besides.

It was simply unfortunate that that had been the time trouble would get out of hand. A sudden commotion by the warehouses. The unmistakable wailing of a little girl being carried far away from her father.

She could never turn a blind eye to that.

Nevertheless, it had turned out to be a fortunate turn. For the daughter. For the merchant named Nithya, who turned out, knew his way around a street fight gone wrong when given a weapon. And for the rest of the merchants who felt safer from then on in using the warehouses to store their goods. But not so much for the sharks, or their unscrupulous members. Not even for most of Nithya’s wares regrettably, which had been collateral damage.

Or to her left hand even, which had suffered a bad cut when she was trying to deflect a strike aimed at Nithya’s youngest daughter.

As if to apologize, the little girl had rushed to thrust the confectionary into her hands - well, hand - while Alyn had been busy tutting beside her and inspecting her wound, murmuring something about Giles and losing his head.

Technically, they were not really stars, or shaped like them even, but if she raised the flask filled against the light, the colors sparkled alive. They had certainly been twinkling then amidst the rubble of the warehouse and the groans of several men echoing through the dark.

She had only been mildly curious about it, offered to her after all by Nithya’s daughter as nothing more than to help grit her teeth against the sting of the salve to her cuts. They looked like any other fancy treat from the eastern kingdoms, nothing more. She had seen more peculiar specimens.

It had been Nithya’s stories, as he offered salve for their wounds, that had gotten to her. Time seemed to have suddenly stopped and all there was his stories and the flicker of something different in his eyes.

Upon tasting the treat, she had confirmed that it was just indeed sugar.

“Balled into tiny clumps.” Alyn’s voice had been sullen as he shook more of the candy into his palm. “I take it back. It’s too perfect to be a clump.”

“You don’t like it?” She had asked.

“Like it? I absolutely despise it.” Alyn had grumbled and then knocked back five into his mouth. “Because I only know of exactly one rumored method you could turn sugar into something like this and it takes days. In front of a very hot pan. Extremely arduous process.”

“Can you do it?” She had tried to avoid the excitement from seeping into her tone. Alyn had made a face that looked like he was already being tortured.

A no, then.

Before Alyn could rattle more of the candies out of the flask, she took it from him. “I was enjoying that.” He had said.

She had turned then to Nithya, a grin already unfurling on her lips, an idea beginning to bud and grow in her mind. “Nithya, can you procure more of these?”

“Of course, your Highness, Although it would take some time. With my shop in its state, I am not sure I can -”

“My knights will see to your shop. And I am willing to pay double. Triple even! But I need three flasks exactly fifteen days from now, not a day later.”

Nithya, whose color was only returning then, had suddenly paled again. “Your Highness - ”

She then motioned to his pottery. “It takes even longer to make these, am I mistaken? Surely, making candy would be easier?”

Alyn had hissed through his teeth. “Arduous process? Remember?”

She had ignored Alyn. “You’re turning down my illustrious offer?”

“But my wares -!”

She then named her final price.

Both Nithya and Alyn had gasped.

“Are you insane?” Alyn had said.

“Princess, your generosity is too much! Even for three flasks! I cannot accept so much of it without feeling as if I have cheated you! This is not -!”

She had waved both of their fussing away with her bandaged hand. “Three flasks. Filled to the brim. You say these grant miracles, yes? Then perhaps this deal is something close enough to it.”

And that had been that.

Or rather, that was supposed to have been that.

The bed was extremely inviting when she had returned to her chambers after her visit to the Crawford manor, laying down face first unto the mattress, not even bothering to remove her coat or boots. Even when the familiar cheery air of Nico Meier, her butler extraordinaire, greeted her as he pushed a tea trolley into the room, she had simply made enough noise to be comprehensible. Thank you, leave it there, I simply need a moment.

But as much as she was physically unmoving, her body like lead sinking deeper into the mattress with each second, her mind was still vacillated,swinging incessantly between her options.

She shouted into her pillow, one obscenity after another.

And that was when Robert Branche had come to visit her.

The esteemed painter had not even bothered to wait for her reply when he knocked, instead opening the door and walking in when others would have waited outside quaking in their shoes.

“I am sure to others this would be a good time to avoid you,” He said. “But I suppose our history has made me somewhat immune to your…” He paused, choosing his words carefully, his eyes misting with nostalgia. “Sudden outbursts of profanity.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She replied with a huff of breath. “At least, not always anyway.”

“I brought tea.” Robert continued as if she had not replied at all, showing her a small box filled with brown bags before he busied himself with the trolley. Soon, the pleasant smell of spice and flowers filled her room.

She hoisted herself up from her bed. “What are you giving Byron?”

“I waived my commission fee for him.” Robert answered.

Apparently, he had been commissioned to make an extensive map of Stein and its new borders, complete with detailed minutiae that even he could not divulge fully. Its size had proved to be a balk to Robert’s studio and he had been forced to move rooms.

“I heard you were having trouble with Byron’s birthday gift.” Robert then said.

“Trouble is an understatement.”

“Tell me about it.”

Perhaps it was the way Robert had said those words, or perhaps the way he planted himself sitting on her sofa with two cups of tea before him. Regardless, Robert was poised to listen.

So she sat across him and told him of what she had learned.

It was not news that sugar was rare in the eastern kingdoms; Wysteria was simply fortunate to be able to import sugar to add to its own supply. In turn, it was not news that sugar stars were rarer. Not only because of the scarcity of the ingredient but also because making them took an extensive amount of time.

It was one thing to harvest and procure the sugar and another to melt, mix, and harden it. Again and again and again.

Perhaps it was the repeating process; it would not be the last time that labor oft-repeated with a singular purpose spawned supernatural results. Perhaps it was the emotion behind the process; unwavering belief, after all, is all that is needed to make known those that were unknown. Or perhaps, it was all three that made the sugar stars so unique.

The rarity. The toil. The orison.

If one looked at it that way, then it was possible that something so austere could bring relief, euphoria, and more.

She had been told that a man had once walked the earth with dreams bigger than he could ever hope to fulfill in a lifetime. That to bring peace he had sacrificed himself, abandoning the world. That in the penultimate moment he had wavered, beseeched as he had been by his beloved. Stay, she had said. There is still so much more to be done. Yet he could not undo his acts. And that in an effort to salvage the pipe dream he had held on for so long, or perhaps to selfishly stay just one moment longer, he had heeded her. And they had taken the sugar stars. And that they had been snatched away from the grip of death to walk the earth in eternity.

Regardless of how or why, some truly believed that sugar stars hold some sort of magical capability. There have been many accounts of sugar stars bolstering morale, of curing unknown maladies, of making lame men walk, of taming even the wildest of beasts. There were tales that superhuman guardians kept sugar stars stored in the center of complex labyrinths, allowing mortals only a scant supply.

Others dismiss the rumors as mere fairy tales. After all, how can something so simple be a source of miracles? They’ve eaten sugar stars before and were no better for it. There was no logical explanation that mere sweets could ever help accomplish superhuman tasks. The rarity of sugar was a legend in itself and it would be no surprise that it had inspired more than one tall tale. Facts swapped for fantastic prose. Identities twisted. Spice and glamor added to create a dizzying concoction.

And yet, in her mind, she could still see Nithya as he had told his tales; the solemness in his voice, the slight quiver in the air, the reverence that was unmistakable in his eyes as he ended.

Wishes.

Miracles.

A second life.

Eternity.

Needless to say and regardless of whether they were as far-fetched as it all sounded, she had no intention of reneging on her deal with Nithya. She had given her word, and her word was her honor; no amount of personal discomfort could ever make her take back what she had promised. If anything, she thought she had made a new friend; one that had blossomed from a chance meeting, her desire to protect her people, and peppered with stories of lands she had never seen, of valiant acts she hoped she could also one day accomplish.

As she summed it up, she wondered out loud if they were true and she admitted that deep in her heart, she wanted them to be. It seemed impossible and there was simply no way of ever finding out, of ever confirming the veracity of his stories.

But she had dreamed of little else since then.

“Do you still intend to give him the sugar stars?” Robert asked.

“Yes.” She said. “I still do want to give him something at least.”

A pause.

“Valeria?” Robert’s tone had been soft. Too soft. And she knew the next line would be far from forgiving. “Why do you regard your gift to be so insignificant that Byron would not like it best?”

She stammered, “Well, I -”

But before she could start Robert had cut her off, “Don’t you think that is something for him to decide? After all, it is his present.”

Silence. Except for the sound of Robert setting down his teacup. And for some reason, it seemed to stretch on forever.

“You should sleep.” Robert finally said. “It’s been an emotional day.”

“Okay.” Her voice was nothing but a whisper and it sounded more like an acquiesce to an order than an affirmation of fact.

“Valeria.” Robert had called out again, but gentler this time. She looked up then to see him looking at her with surprising tenderness on his face. “There are far more precious things in life.” he continued. “Far better things that can’t quite be wrapped up with a bow. Take it from someone who’s seen stranger things.”

She opened her mouth and then closed it again, unable to find the right words to frame a question that was creeping in her mind for some time.

“What exactly do you give a King wanting for nothing?” Robert chuckled. And yet it seemed like there was a twinge of pain in it too. “It’s the simple things, isn’t it? Like wishes within a bottle.”

“Robert -”

And then all of a sudden, someone had knocked a her door, interrupting them. “Enter.”

“Your Highness, my lord, forgive the lateness of the hour.” It was Tobias, one of her personal guards. “The merchant, Nithya. He’s here. He has come to deliver the sugar stars, my lady.”

#midnight cinderella #byron wagner #ythmir fanfics #ythmir writes #its insanely indulgent right right??#guess the crossover haha

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Episode 4 | “ladies and gays.......the games have OFFICIALLY begun “ - Adam

I was immune three times so far this season. Three times. and FOR WHAT? I'm so screwed if I don't win this immunity challenge. I know I'm a weak link, so if I don't win this, hopefully *dan* doesn't either cause I might have to target him to save my skin. This is where I'm really gonna have to be social over the next day, cause my ass is quite literally on the line right now. I'm not getting 18th-16th, screw this.

ladies and gays.......the games have OFFICIALLY begun, at least for me but hopefully not just for me or uh i might be in trouble... but anywho, another brain went home sorry to this person and right when we all thought a swap of some sort was coming, BOOM a twist of all twists... EVERYONE is going to tribal, that means after this vote, we're gonna be down to 16 people just like that. But before we get there we have to get through immunity and tribal first, i saw that time was one of the tiebreakers and was doing nothing better so i figured lets get this challenge with, its counting how hard can it really be, once again however i completely underestimed my stupid bitchness! i was all the way into the 400s almost through before i MESSED UP .... TWICE ... so in the end i somehow still got 211 which i guess we'll see if that was decent, i dont think ill win but hopefully im just not last. This also means its time to start talking game, i hope no one is scared to talk game because im absolutely not. I'm not here to just sit in the shadows right away, I started messaging just a couple of the people i feel ive built some small connections with and just start to plant seeds about the vote coming up, i dont wanna throw any names out there until at least after we see who wins immunity, but as of now, connor might be a first easy boot?? either that or thats just what people are telling me to blindside me...idk im also still completely shook that the idol is out there, so i really want to vote out whoever has it so i can try to find it again.... but the only problem is i have no idea who has it, it could very well be someone i trust just keeping it to themselves like i wouldve...so we'll see, today is the calm before the storm, and i can tell you the storm is right over the horizon on its way to cause chaos for the beauties because we've been sitting pretty for far too long (pun intened), tomorrow after 9 once we see who wins, thats when i predict at least for me alliance chats and plans will hopefully start coming to fruition and uh hopefully its not me

When you survived that vote out when you thought you were leaving https://media.giphy.com/media/5GoVLqeAOo6PK/200_d.gif When that twist comes out where three people all leave in the same round https://media.giphy.com/media/W7RVlWfc1O9gY/giphy.gif It's moments like this that make me realize that I should have tried to convince Devon to split up Autumn & Duncan last round. Because if Isaac was here, I could have easily gotten Devon and either Duncan/Autumn on board with voting out Isaac. Now we have to go to tribal AGAIN where we have to vote out a daddy :'( I'm still up in the air about what I want to do. Part of me is thinking about doing 2 options. 1 would be to utilize Devon to split up Autumn/Duncan. OR, I can align with Autumn/Duncan and vote out Devon. It's obvious that Autumn and Duncan are a duo, and I'm almost 100% certain that they'll tell Devon to vote me and me to vote Devon. Doing so gives them full power on who to send home, so I think my best bet is to vote with Devon this round. If Devon is as with me as he says he is, then the vote should tie. If Autumn/Duncan decide to vote me out over Devon, then I would hope Devon allows it to go to a tiebreaker. If they vote Devon, then I might just flip my vote and send Devon out of the game. Devon is a "i'm 100% loyal" type of person but at the same time, he also said the same things to me that he said to Duncan. So I don't trust him 100%. I wouldn't be surprised if the three of them just decided to vote me out. If I happen to win immunity, I might actually consider allowing Devon to go to a tiebreaker. I don't have anything to lose by having Devon and either Autumn or Duncan duke it out in a challenge. Devon sucks at challenges so he'd probably go home anyways, but at least the chance at staying is better than nothing. My goal is to win this challenge first and foremost. I hope that if I win that I have some power or influence in how this vote turns out. Given that I have a 25% chance at being voted out, anything can happen.

its literally so sad to see that the daddies have to go to tribal council. i made sure i didn't f*ck up in the immunity challenge and hopefully i have a good shot at winning it. Granted i survive this vote regardless, its going to be amazing to see the other tribes go to tribal council and test their tribe dynamics.This is like the equivalent of giving everyone a survivor wake up call. Just because we've been sucking doesn't mean we get to be spared by a swap. No one deserves anything, you have to earn it. Worst comes to worse I would like to think I have to make fire against scott or devon, which at that point if i lose then i would have done everything i can to stay in this god forsaken game. I'm leaning more towards wanting Scott out but obvi if he wins immunity i have no issue voting for Devon. Can you imagine us not swapping after this and then having to go to tribal again!? Its starting to get quite comical that we've had to play so much already and we're not even close to merge. Wish a bitch luck i guess

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Waiting for these results really has me terrified about how I did. Personally, I like to think I did well in that challenge. Not to toot my own horn or sound cocky, but I spent some time practicing beforehand. I went on a word doc and just kept typing numbers a few times. I also practiced breathing techniques so that I wouldn't let nerves get the best of me when it came to the challenge. AND I also played some mantras in my head to remind me to stay focus and not eat into stress. My mantras include "slow and steady wins the race" and "take a deep breath, go with the flow, just do your best, and show what you know." I also gave myself a time limit as to how long I could spend on each part. I allowed myself 13 minutes to go up, and 17 minutes to go down. I wanted more time going down since by the end my hands would get tired and having little time at the end leads to stress/a potential mess up. So I'm glad I paced myself out with it. I was really scared that my challenge wouldn't count at first because my internet froze up right as I was ending. Luckily, I took the time to take screenshots with time stamps on them just in case something happened. Cause at first I was told "you didn't complete it" and that had me PETRIFIED!! Like I desperately need to win this otherwise I'm gonna get voted out. But luckily my screenshots came through and they accepted my score of 533. If I win this immunity, I have a good chunk of power in deciding who gets voted out. And on top of that, there's no immediate consequences for my decisions. From the looks of it, it seems like Autumn and Devon did really bad in that challenge. I'm hoping that Duncan doesn't do better than me. As for this vote, I think Duncan/Autumn are definitely going to vote together. Which means that I need Devon and I to stick together for this vote. If I win immunity, then I am 100% on board with voting with Devon this round. Autumn/Duncan are too strong of a duo and they need to be split up. Otherwise if we're still together on this tribe, I get the boot soon. I realize after this that I need to work on getting new allies in this game. If I can make it up until a swap, I think I have the potential to go far. I plan to make new allies with whoever is on the swapped tribe, and I'll mention that brains tribe is dead and if they need me to prove my loyalty, I'd be willing to vote out the other two remaining brains. We'll see what happens though. If Duncan does win immunity, then I might feel out to see if Duncan/Autumn are honest about voting out Devon and if I get the vibe that they are, I'll jump on that just to get myself to the swap. Ideally, I want Devon around since I know he'll be loyal to me, but this is a situation that is far out of my control. So, let's hope I win immunity this round!

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Are all the Socotra people going to leave or like…? RIP Isaac truly, what a king! I am completely expecting a swap soon just because it makes tons of sense numbers wise? I hope we don’t because I have footing on this tribe which doesn’t happen usually so ghfjdksla

So after results, I’m mentally preparing myself for a swap because it WOULD happen yknow? Well this new twist? Has me gagged, gooped, shook, quaking, and confused all at the same time so yay for that! But yeah, it seems we’re having a nice little triple tribal feature tonight so get your popcorn folks cause the show is about to start! This twist does have me sorta shook just cause 3 people are leaving this round and we’ll be at F15… so in my head, this only confirms the fact that someone is gonna come back in the game at merge cause why wouldn’t the hosts do that? Well, I’m keeping an eye out for it all (and for Selener ofc)

Did I want to win this immunity challenge? Yes! Did that happen? No! Is that a bad thing? Honestly, not really! Like I am not the type of player that likes to be on people’s radars whatsoever so not being a winner of this game’s first individual immunity challenge is not something I can particularly mad about! Amir winning is cute like I love that for him <3 Adam did have me spooked that he was winning because he kept mentioning slightly high numbers BUT him and I did about the same so yay for us! While this vote is gonna be messy most likely, I do feel pretty secure and safe? I hate that I feel that way because I stay being caught off-guard when I feel that way but I’ve really focused on getting to know everyone here and letting the strategy come later so yeah (‘:

okay so today was about tying up lose ends. I had to clean up anything that could be used against me, and the main issue in my game right now is that i have built a great relationship with adam and i want him to stay, but my alliance does not want him to stay. My options are to save him with my idol, or convince my alliance to keep him, however, both could completely destroy my game. all 3 of them want adam gone, and its not worth it for me to go against all their wishes and it could make them doubt my loyalty, instead im going with the plan to vote adam out (i am so sorry u dont deserve it). However, i told augusto that adam told me about numbers at the bottom of the cast reveal. I realized that now there is leverage against me, that he or adam could use, so i have told the rest of the alliance about the numbers that adam found, hopefully to show them that im insanely loyal nejkwnfke even tho im not. But now, if i go againt adam, he has no dirt on me at all, and i can go through with the alliance's plan. Furthermore, I have a relationship with both austin and aj, so if adam goes, thats fine, ill just get closer to austin. Replace the relationship. Austin is also way less likely to lie or be a rat than adam would. if i could be swapped onto a tribe with duncan and autumn from the brains, i might just have to scoop them up! but i know autumn and ali are close

Me when I found out I won individual immunity at today's tribal and had the overall highest score out of every person in the game: https://media.giphy.com/media/1kIvUyWrdz88GKgtON/200_d.gif I was NOT expecting to do as well as I thought I did in that challenge. I expected to have won within my tribe, but not beat every single person in the game. i hope this challenge doesn't put a huge target on my back. I'm so happy that I won! Based on the mood of the camp right now, it seems like I needed to win. The only person who spoke to me prior to the challenge was Devon. Duncan's talking to me now, but I feel like it's only because I won immunity. I strongly believe that I needed this immunity otherwise I would have been voted out 3-1. Or at least a 2-2 tie if Devon is actually with me. But knowing that I play a major role in this outcome is a beautiful thing. If there was any tribal that I needed to be immune for, it would be this one. As for what I am thinking for tonight's tribal, I think that Autumn/Duncan are going to vote together this round. So this means that I could either vote with them to eliminate Devon OR I vote with Devon to cause a tie and have a tiebreaker challenge take place. Do I think Devon has a shot at winning this challenge? Honestly no... But I think voting with him has some added benefits. The first one is that it shows to everyone in the game that I'm about loyalty this time around. Secondly if he loses, it allows for me to make connections at a future swap. I can state that Autumn/Duncan are an obvious duo and that I have no allies. Showing off that look could help me gain new allies within the other tribes. Plus if Devon does win the challenge, then that's an ally I have going forward and I can state that vote as a move I made in this game at final tribal. Granted I've made moves so far in every vote during this game, but this is one that I can really emphasize towards me winning. But another reason I'm leaning towards keeping Devon is in the event that a swap doesn't happen and we lose again! By showing Devon that he almost left last round, I think he would 100% remain loyal to me for the rest of this game. However, it doesn't mean that I'm not open to hearing out other options. Devon does suck at challenges, so voting him out could be a good thing going forward. Plus I know for a fact that he's shady since he preached the same things to me that he said to Duncan. So I don't appreciate how he isn't being 100% truthful. Personally, I just don't trust any of the brains and need to jump on another tribe's bandwagon. I hope if I can make it to the swap that I can try to gain some new allies around here. Because I need people to make sure I get to the end. For now, I'm just going to hear everyone out and weigh out all of my options moving forward. I need to do what's best for Scottica going forward.

Whhhhaaattttt? Me uploading a confessional before 4 minutes before the next day??????? What a twist!!!!!!

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Anyways, the vote has come down to Devon leaving this round. Which doesn't surprise me, I expect Duncan/Autumn to not want to vote each-other out. Knowing that these two are unbreakable makes me want to work with Devon. But then Duncan also made the point that Devon comes off as the least threatening. Which is also true, he's the only one on our tribe who hasn't made it to the FTC yet. This has me thinking "let me talk to Devon about the tiebreaker challenge so he can figure out who he thinks he can beat" So I went into a call with Devon tonight basically expecting him to be down for a tiebreaker challenge against whoever he thought he could beat in the challenge, but ended up leaving the call actually wanting to vote him out because of how annoying he was throughout the whole call.... Me: "Hey Devon, Autumn and Duncan are 100% going to vote you out tonight. I will vote with you, but I need to know who you think you can beat in a tiebreaker challenge because if I vote with you, you need to win this challenge. Otherwise, I'll be public enemy #1 if you lose" Devon: "Well I think I could beat Duncan in a tiebreaker because he's throwing my name out there to try and get me out. Also, I've been completely honest with you this whole time so I hope that you'll vote with me tonight because I was going to go to the end with you. Anytime I was under the hot seat in Guyana, I made sure to win that challenge." Me: *looks at Guyana's wikia to see he won 1 immunity challenge and read confessionals about how he's a liar, a backstabber, and can't be trusted* The whole time he kept asking me who I wanted out and I'm like "none of the politics matter this round" Why? Because if it's a 2-2 tie, it comes down to how well you do in that challenge. Like I tried to tell this man he needs to bring his A game in the challenges. And he isn't even seeing that as a factor. Personally, I think Devon has a better chance at beating Autumn in a tiebreaker. Duncan performed better in all of the previous challenges so far. So the fact that he isn't really seeing this on a challenge performance level and more of a threat level shows that he doesn't see the severity of this situation. Chances are we will swap next round, so I can try vote Devon out and use connections to say "hey, I'm next to go on this tribe please align with me" in an attempt to get new allies. Plus Devon's paranoia really has me saying forget the whole tiebreaker plan and vote him out. UPDATE: I had to stop typing this confessional because Duncan called me to tell me Devon told him about the tiebreaker challenge and in all honesty Devon is a dumbass (sorry Devon) like his lack of perception in this game is TRULY astounding. Duncan and I basically spent the time bonding over his lack of sincerity and that Autumn is better for a swap. And with the performance he's putting on tonight, I'm ready to vote him out. I just have to hope we actually swap because if we do another tribe challenge and we lose AGAIN I know I get the boot. Also, I realize more and more that Devon really sucks at challenges and there's no way he can beat Autumn or Duncan at a challenge. So I guess I'm voting him out this round and then HOPING this doesn't come to bite me in the butt at the end. Sorry Devon. I wish I could have kept you, but you should have kept your mouth shut to Duncan & Autumn :/

... yeah I don’t think I can vote out Adam. Which is a shame because I made a promise and an alliance chat with Austin. But realistically Adam is a better player to keep around. He’s more easy going than Austin and more vengeful against the Brawn tribe which is definitely something worth keeping around. Also I accidentally just made an alliance with him. I really need to stop doing that before I start to face actual repercussions for my actions. Austin didn’t tell me his plans to vote out Connor so in my mind that’s sketchy as fuck. And I know he just got voted out of a game and I’d feel like a prick for voting him out. But we don’t have room for doubt in our tribe alliance. What if he’s trapped alone with Connor on a different tribe? Can we trust him not to vote for him? What if we merge and he feels the need to go off script? Will he just fuck off and do his own thing? And sure Adam most likely has an idol but he won’t have it forever. Sooner or later he’s going to have to use it and wouldn’t we be better off if he used it for us rather than against us? Then we can go in for the kill with his weapon down the hatch and our trust in his back pocket. Now I just need to express this to my teammates with out sounding like a psycho or a loon.

*sarah maclachlan playing in the background* hello ladies and gays, my name is adam, and welcome to..... my survivor funeral. In all my times playing tumblr survivor, the same situation has just ironically always happened to me, the very first tribal i partake in, my name ALWAYS gets thrown out there and i almost go home, but i somehow weasel my way out of it, and i think this time may be the one that finally gets me and stops me dead in my tracks this is gonna be a lot of tea so buckle up and get your teacups gorls, so basically immunity ends, i lose whatever i came close but ive never been one to need to rely on challenges to win, except maybe i did need this one, anywho after the challenges i go around and try to pick some brains, im hesitant about throwing a name out there but i did innevitably mention connor's name only to augusto/amir and austin mentioned voting connor to me first, i did say i felt disconnected to connor to austin first but i didnt say anything about voting him out first, anywho so im sitting here thinking...ok this seems too easy especially because i messaged other people aka augusto/amir and literally was getting no responses from them right away?? like im not an idiot, im of course assuming theyre plotting against me and normally im just being paranoid but NOT this time because AJ comes to me, because little does everyone know aj is definitely a friend of mine so he mentioned to me that kendall allegedly messaged this group chat they had the other day from the challenge i WILLINGLY sat out in, and was like "so obvious alliance without alex or adam and lets vote one of them out xD" like ooh ok you got me, congrats the only way you can play survivor successfully is by creating an alliance of circumstance that has nothing to build off of, its so frustrating the ONE time i really come into this game playing, like ive messaged and genuinely tried building relationships and for them to basically just all of the sudden be null and void over nothing??? it irks me i wont lie. It dissappoints me, and honestly upsets me. Im not an outwardly emotional person usually but im kinda upset over this? i know its a game and i shouldnt be taking it personally, but for me to have started building connections with people like augusto and amir and for them to just throw me down the river just because i wasnt included in their group bothers me. i guess i know its the name of the game, but what really upsets me is ive been TRYING and then theres people like connor who aj has said wasnt even ON the other group call for long at all and made no contribution??? but youre gonna vote me out.......someone who genuinely wanted to work with you people and am here to do so??? i guess on the bright side i can take some flattery if i leave first because aj said if they vote me over austin its because they view me as a bigger threat than him.....which they are 150% right to do so, however....they dont know im a threat!!!!! like i said some of these people havent even tried to get to even know me so how can you try and make conclusions about me already?????? AND YALL ARE REALLY SO DIMWITTED YOU THINK ID WORK WITH JAKEY ON THE OTHET SIDE BECAUSE I KNOW HIM???? what part of i voted him OUT last game, he NOR i have played since which shows you how traumatic it was, like i know he's against me already so im 100% not wanting to work with him. but guess what, if by SOME miracle i survive this tribal, and i would really need a miracle, if a swap comes soon i am 100% going to flip because augusto? dead to me. he can stream jlo for all i care. amir? sorry to this man who i barely know and tried to work with because we had a brief tumblr history together, which i barely knew him then either, clearly i made the right call not associating with him often, kendall, she's perhaps the fakest of them all, she basically messaged me and when i said what were you thinking she said "ive heard austin and connor but i DONT want to vote austin" so in my mind i know its really me or austin so good job, you just told the person you want out that you want them out. my plan now is to simply try to survive right now, and if that means having to vote austin out its what im gonna do, but aj himself has told me amir/augusto would be open to working with me had i proposed some type of alliance to them, so thats my next plan, i hope i can make them want to work with me over kendall/connor, and the 4 of us form a REAL alliance, and if they want austin ill vote austin, at this point i switch into flight or fight mode and as much as i love a good fight, i have to keep my claws put away for this one, no one knows how BAD i want to just call out all of this tribe for lying right to my face and keeping me in the dark for no reason other than a pure coincidence, if they vote me out ill tell them off as i walk out of course, but i really dont want to blow up ajs game and i want this plan to work.... so ive got to shut my big mouth right now and try to outplay as much as i would like to just outscream them all right now.. anywho, its not looking good for me. i have about a 45% chance of survival i feel like, so send me all the positive energy you can because a bitch needs it, god speed yall and ill see you on the other side one way or another...

ugh one last thing i forgot......if im really voted out first and get that cirie hvv treatmeant because in my mind i just WANT to be her.......lets omit this time! no need to update the wiki, we'll press delete and pretend this moment never happened because thats how im going to treat it especially these FAKE ass PHONY ass people. FRAUDS. all of them. like i get it, im a fake bitch at times obviously like thats the game but im not used to people being fake to ME like it hurts especially when you think youre feeling real bonds with people..... i- lemme not start going on and on again. im not a quitter, im a tough cookie, ive had way worst problems in life ive figured out on my own and luckily im not completely alone with aj unless he's just been playing me which then OUCH that would hurt 1000x more but i genuinely dont think he is, at this point i trust him with my life in this game because i feel like he's my key to staying. i need him, and i need augusto/amir, even though they've hurt my feelings and i want my revenge, i have to compose myself and play my cards right, this is a war, not a battle, and while i may lose all at once, i have to play the move i think will most best keep me here one night longer ...

oh gorl ok i promise LAST ONE i just have to get this off my chest! ok so, after thinking about it and smoking a nighttime bowl i'm less UPSET about the possibility of me going home first on the beauty's and now i'm just more confused, augusto did message me back and was saying he'd be interested in my proposed alliance however he could easily be lying to me since he's been lying to me already this whole game however i have no choice other than to try this hail mary, i also think i'm gonna try to plant doubt against kendall because she directly told me she was basically voting me out, so i'm gonna go around and tell people she refused to vote austin out, because she did say that, and hopefully they don't just give in to her bidding. i can't really be mad, we won't be singing amigas cheetahs tonight, but i'm gonna turn my frustration into work, i see multiple scenarios in my head the moment i start to feel the one i'm in is heading south so right now my only chance of making it through is pushing this alliance and testing the connections i've been trying to build, wish me luck if i hear something good from amir there might be a glimmer of hope? probably not but i'll absolutely try just for the good edit of a dramatic tribal dahling

So first off, fuck Skype. Because if Skype wasn't a laggy ass bitch, I would have won that immunity. But it's fine because I don't think I'm going anywhere just yet. It's been very refreshing to have multiple people come up to me and say they want to work with me. Like Jakey obviously has been the person I've been able to talk to openly since Day 2. And I knew Dan and I had a mutual bond that would allow a good amount of trust, so it was nice to see that become much more evident when he came to me to talk game. Now I have Jordan and Ali who both said they want to work with me / guaranteed not write my name down. And Liam is hardcore pitching to me and actually making a lot of sense. So now even though I thought I would go for Liam this round, I actually think I may push for Lovelis to go. It's a weird thought that the person I just finished a game with would be the one I'm going to probably vote tonight, but it may make the most sense for my game. I admittedly also don't think everyone voted out is going to get eliminated. My guess is one of them survive and then we have a swap with 2 tribes of 8, but we shall see!

It’s tribal time y’all! My alliance (me, Amir, Kendall, Connor) had the idea of adding AJ to our circle as it would be super easy to do so as we all are in a challenge chat together which is nice. I do really like AJ now like we’ve really connected these past few days and have had a little duo-bond going on so this 5 person alliance is the best chance for us to get even closer in a game-sense. We all went on call and discussed the topic of Adam versus Austin. While AJ and Amir would prefer to keep Adam, Kendall prefers to keep Austin. I’m genuinely on the fence because I like both of them and they both like me a lot? I tried to rationalize it in a game sense of Austin is slightly more transparent and easier to read while also having a weird social game that would keep one of us over him in a swap scenario. Adam, on the other hand, is probably more dangerous long term as he could cause more damage and his relationship with Jakey is very up in the air in terms how it affects us in a swap. So for the immediate future, Austin would be better to keep around because of a swap but thinking about the long-term, Adam could be better as he could be a shield? It’s interesting like this vote really is about weighing instant gratification versus delayed gratification and seeing which helps us out more?

While on our 5 person alliance chat call, AJ ended up revealing how the idol system works which…. YAAAAASSS we won! A thing that concerned me is that he said someone had already found something which is likely Adam considering he had told Amir about the numbers thing beforehand? That is just my gut telling me that though but it’s something we gotta think about hmmmm… very inch resting.

Not Kendall and I making an alliance with Austin ghfjdsk, it FINALLY happened but it’s kinda silent so far? I’m kinda side-eying Austin as when I talked to him about the vote, he had only mentioned Adam to me whereas he mentioned Adam and Connor to other people so it’s like… do you REALLY trust me? I don’t really know anymore, it’s something to keep in mind though!

We had agreed on voting Adam and not gonna lie, I feel awful about it from a personal standpoint? I really really like Adam like we have so many similarities and common interests so I’ve really grown to appreciate our bond. Adam had mentioned making an alliance with me, him, Amir, and AJ and told me that he wanted to ask me how I felt about that before he told the others because he really values my opinion which made my heart cry. To make matters worse, he told me how he feels he can FINALLY experience a game where he has genuine people he likes to work with and cause damage like AHHHH I feel so bad because a part of me wants to keep him but my loyalty to my people is outweighing that? Like I do genuinely want to keep Adam because he’s amazing and I would feel awful voting him out because I think he’ll take it the most personally from me and I don’t want to be the cause of someone else’s pain/sadness ever yknow? Ugh, it’s just a lot and I probably seem like an emotional mess but I think I have to put more value in my head over my heart in this game and this could be a start?

I went to bed sad about having to vote Adam today and I woke up to Kendall wanting to call me. We go on call and debate whether the fact we wanna vote for Adam to begin with and we were both kinda like… we honestly don’t? Not just because we like Adam but Austin is not being as transparent or present as we would’ve hoped so it kinda helps us make our decision for us? I did tell her about Adam’s alliance proposal because I also want to be as transparent as possible and even flipped it in a way that we can make Adam feel extra comfortable with a false majority so if he does have an idol, we can keep him from ever playing it. Not just that, but we can also convince Adam to vote Austin instead of Connor like he wants to by us falsely stating Connor helped out tons in the challenge and while he won’t be completely active, that’s to our benefit and not a detriment at all. We then got on call with AJ and he agreed with our points so yay for saving Adam? I’m genuinely happy with this especially since Adam does benefit my longer term game and I love him so <3

I am SHAKING right now. It's obviously come down to either between me or Liam L, and it sucks! I didn't want to vote out Liam but my hand has been forced at this point! He's been on away all morning so I've made my move, trying to hit up Ali, Jordan, Jakey, TJ, even Dan (who answered me then went on away c':) I THINK I've done a good job of speaking as to why I'd like to stay? Jordan is keeping me updated and TJ said he will as well, so I hope they're telling the truth..

Since it's been awhile, there are a few things to go over: 1. The alliance between myself/Scott/Duncan/Autumn has been so successful so far. We survived three straight tribal councils after losing three straight competitions. We didn't waiver a single bit from one another and that is so rare in Survivor. 2. Going into this round, I thought my only chance was to enter a tiebreaker against Duncan and try and win in a competition. I pleaded to Scott for his vote, but he was skeptical. 3. With my back up against the wall, I confronted Duncan in hopes of flipping his vote. As a result, a chat between myself/Duncan/Scott was created. 4. As long as Scott/Duncan aren't playing me, this could very well be the fourth tribal council in which I survived with my name being mentioned in three of them. Slithering doesn't always work, but this round has been the toughest one to date.

it's still day 9 and SO much more has already happened... i could be writing to you from the grave with this, but i think, maybe just maybe, i might have a shot at staying now. its so crazy how fast this game really changes, last night i was in a horrible mood (so SORRY to everyone i dragged in my last confessionals my feelings were hurt and i was moody i take it back! especially telling augusto to listen to jlo that was just CRUEL. howvever it was because i thought it was game over me, i saw this major alliance form right in front of my eyes that i was on the outs in, and with the help of AJ, i was able to just maybe infiltrate and create my own counter alliance with some of the people from that majority who just might like me a little bit more. Even if i get voted out tonight, i can go out with my head held high now because even if these people are playing me, ive tried my best and attempted to make some form of a move even if the move is just saving myself, i wanted to maybe work with austin but however i dont see it in the stars for us anymore This is why ive worked hard on maintaining steady social relationships, this right here, because today i made an offical alliance chat with Me, AJ, Augusto, and Amir, and while i definitely still have my doubts about Augusto/Amir, right now im stuck with them. If i want to survive this vote, i need to see if i can trust them, if they are legit about being real to my proposed alliance instead of their other one, theyll vote with me tonight and we'll take baby steps and go from there. I absolutely have been playing the pity card, with all of them and even kendall. I'm making sure people think im just this nice funny person who wants to play the game and have a shot, which is true, but im willing to do anything to stay, its just funny to me how last night i was having a breakdown over everyone saying im a threat and wanting me out, and i didnt completely get it at first, but you know what if the vote really doesnt fall on me tonight and i somehow survive, then maybe theyre right and maybe i am a threat if i can help to flip this whole tribe in a matter of hours. I even begun platning seeds against kendall because i know she was throwing my name around and you most certainly wont get away with that sis. I begun telling people she refused to vote for austin, because she did, she foolishly told me that and now im gonna use it against her. I dont think I can pull off voting her out this round, i need to focus on saving myself, but just know she's awoken the beast and i have her in my future sights. pray for me yall, im playing every single card i can in what could be a hopeless last ditch effort. But i think my odds of staying may really be going up, unless these people are just THAT good at being fake then....they got me gal.

This tribal council is really about to raise my blood pressure huh? Its crazy cause I am quite confident I am not going home tonight, I would say most of the tribe as well feels that way and most i think should. As far as im concerned Myself, Dan (whose immune duh), Ali, Jakey and even TJ knows that its gonna be one of the Liams. Liam is aware that hes at risk cause hes been innactive and is throwing out lovelis name. Lovelis, I think doesnt know hes at risk, which is dumb cause he has not had a good social game so far and just thinks its easy on Liam. It might not be though, Liam has been ramping up his game a bit to try to stay safe (my advice to him of course) and I think it may be working. Obviously I know I can trust Liam and in most other circumstances i think I would work with him without question, however because this is a main season and he played in survivor jordan pines, its such an easy link to us that I just worry how it might affect ME down the road. Obviously if I can keep Liam safe tonight I will, but I am not fighting a hard fight to keep someone who may eventually be a detriment to my game whereas lovelis could be a lot of different possibilites. Im unsure where the road goes now, I think I am gonna call with my alliance of Ali Jakey and Dan later to try to think of a name, we just need to make a decision between the two already so I know which i should be priming up to be a goat for me and which I should cut loose haha.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1LHsOiuD0RNMuor24fzziE04b_iTVsFRD/view?usp=sharing

okay so my video confessional is uploading but i think liam lovelis is doomed! he seems like a king but he needed to put in work to stay this round and i dont think he did unfortunately :(

well, in a sick turn of events, we did NOT swap tribes! in fact we were punished for god knows what as all tribes were required to go to tribal, so immunity was individual! the challenge itself was HELL and i am not going to talk about it other than the fact that i literally could've won if i didn't fuck up the second time. thankfully amir won, so i'm happy! going into tribal, however, i was in the mood to vote either austin or connor. i've kinda connected with everyone else on the tribe totally to the point where i don't want to vote them off right now, and while both are amazing, i ain't really CLICKING with them like that. but to be fair, they both have outside priorities like work and school so i can excuse the lack of conversation. i assumed initially that it was going to be a matter of no one wanting to step on any toes, so there'd just be a bunch of "oh i haven't heard anything yet" and beating around the bush, BUT kendall swooped in and declared our challenge chat from the last immunity (which consisted of her/me/augusto/amir/connor) an alliance, to which we all agreed. obviously i wasn't gonna turn it down! these were people who i really vibed with! it just sucks that someone like adam was a victim of circumstance and isn't able to be able to be apart of the alliance. we all (bar connor) hopped on call to discuss a vote and while it seemed like austin was gonna be the initial vote based off of what everyone was saying, ADAM ended up being the target that night. i played along and just went with it but i knew i had to do something since i wasn't gonna let adam go out like that. i tried to wave the caution of a potential idol play by bringing up the tomb system and how i cracked the code (per adam's hard work), but at the time it only pushed that vote further! we were under the impression that adam was throwing around connor's name, but on the contrary it was austin from what we've gauged. adam went to augusto i believe and brought up that he's heard connor, which only could've came from austin! this is where the conversation itself started to take a turn, so the vote went from adam to adam(?). everyone dispersed and like 5 minutes later i called adam DJKALSJFKJ. i had to let him know what was going on! he, of course, began panicking and started plotting on how he'd bounce back from this and i was a little weary at first. one thing i didn't want him to do was throw me under the bus or snap, it wouldn't his or my game for that matter. so i suggested he try to craft an alliance with myself, augusto, and amir. while he doesn't really trust the latter and plans on flipping in the event a swap comes, i knew that it'd be way harder for the vote to NOT be adam if he put them in this kind of position that austin isn't offering them. i went to sleep and when we woke up, kendall proposed another call! thankfully, she suggested flipping to austin, to which augusto and i agreed, because honestly adam does NOT deserve to be the first person gone from this tribe. so like that the vote went from adam to austin and things were pretty cemented, with it not changing as of the time i'm writing this. we're currently under the impression that austin is voting connor, which is fine since we got connor's blessing to keep his name out there since we DID here it, and it's best to keep adam feeling safe. ugh the way i was expecting a HEADACHE this morning if things didn't start the change like oh brother... bless up. p.s. chrissy hofbeck let me DOWN. i love that queen but she replied to my dm for the first challenge which was almost over a week ago today?! wow chrissy.

So we're just a couple hours until tribal; essentially the whole tribe has agreed to do Lovelis at this point, and now somehow Lovelis knows that Liam had been targeting him. A couple people think that Ali is the reason why, but there's a chance it was me who actually is at fault because I confirmed it to Lovelis after he asked a second time, but I'm not going to full out admit that there was a chance that it was me (other than explaining the first half of my convo) because people doubting Ali is actually going to be kind of decent for my game. Ali is a huge threat moving forward and I trust Jakey, Dan, and Jordan more than him at the moment, so if it poses some doubt... it may not be the worst thing in the world. Russell hat might be out today ;)

okay so i have a video confessional uploading but i unfortunately think liam lovelis is going home! i love him so much he is so lovely, but i think he didn't put the work he needed to, to stay. would love to work with him in a different game, in a different situation but am sad it wasn't to be. i love my brawn men and i'm SO SAD that we are probably going to be separated. also im so sick and alyssa is gonna wonder who the old crone wheezing on call is and its me

So I won immunity hehehehe we love being masc and winning comps. But anyway I’m happy I’m safe going into the triple tribal. It’s all I really wanted. Should be an easy vote. Lovelis is just like not around enough. And he’s connected to TJ, so it will be nice having TJ somewhat to myself without distraction? That’s probably not actually the truth but let’s pretend it is.

Adam wants to make an alliance with me and Augusto and Aj, but like, fuck. It’s too late. The 3 of us are already with Connor and Kendall, but Adam is being genuine and honest with us and it’s just really sad that this is the way this has to go down. If I was in his position I’d be so sad, so it’s making this game hard, but the logical part of me knows that eliminating him at this moment is the right move . I haven’t played these games in almost 3 years, and I know that you have to be a predator in this game, not prey, and you can’t let your emotions stop you from positioning yourself as best as possible. Do what u gotta do and feel bad later ! But for the record, I do feel damn awful for this , sorry adam

What in the fuck I literally woke up and my alliance wants to KEEEEP ADAMMMMMM KDJDJDSNSJSNKDNDKDDNDND AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I CANNOT TELL IF IM HAPPY OR PISSED OFFFFFF I can work with Adam, and I can be tight with him, but the alliance known that Adam told me about numbers on the blog and i made ppl think he has the idol, so as long as Kendall Augusto and Aj don’t spill those beans to Adam, him staying is still okay in my game, this just puts me in a slight risk zone, it’s a loose end And I don’t really know how to go about it I’m not gonna try and convince them to remove Adam when he obviously trusts me Kendall is a damn crackhead I love her tho like in a weird way I really do trust her??? I feel like I can read her pretty well I literally can’t go to sleep without my alliance changing fucking everything I CANT SLEEEEP ever again huh Chile... tbis is our first vote and I’m ??

is it against the rules to go to my alliance members houses one by one and jump them?

Amir u stupid ass bitch... dipping my hands into too many cookie jars i got close with adam and then distanced from him cuz he was leaving and now i got to get closer again cuz hes staying. but adam likes me and augusto the most on the tribe i think me and augusto are the closest with everyone on our tribe and that makes him my biggest social threat, but hes also my closest ally so like this is good at this stage, we have a lot of pull

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okay so this twist is crazy and i'll like properly articulate my thoughts tomorrow but all i want to say is everytime autumn messages me i get such a rush of seretonin - wow do i stan her.

These are my pre-triple tribal thoughts https://youtu.be/18jIBeTw_lY

Well well it seems these bitches haven't got rid of me yet. I don't feel they will give me a chance to actually be back in the game but I'm gonna fight my ass off to try. I love the game and I dont go down easy. I'll kiss ass or do whatever I have to do to save myself . Tumblr survivor gods please please please be with me

hey you guys its me adam and im coming to you from the survivor afterlife because they succeeded and just voted me ou- wait.... wait a minute, wait what?? the hator beauties DIDNT vote me out?????? GORL i am counting my blessings that my dumbass somehow survived the first vote, ESPECIALLY after finding out my name was not only thrown out there, but that it was a LOCKED plan. Literally sent me into a whole tizzy and caused me to doubt my self worth because i felt so bad about my gameplay but BITCH, i still got it. Yes, the rumors are true, you CANT kill a bad bitch. MANY THANKS TO AJ. I absolutely give credit where credit is due, if it weren't for aj telling me about the plan to get me out, i never would have played as hard as i did today, before i went to bed last night i basically talked to everyone, kendall/amir/augusto and was just making sure they all heard me out, i played up big time that i wanted to just be here for the team, and how BADLY i wanted to be able to play with loyal people, especially when i made the alliance chat for me/amir/augusto/aj because aj told me they did say theyd be open to an alliance with me so i think me doing all that and then of course aj's impact from the inside definitely lead everyone to change their minds and so then today the plan was shifted to austin i didnt want to vote austin honestly, but at that point it was me or him and my instincts always are fine with it, AS LONG AS IT AINT ME. PERIOD. They absolutely made the wrong choice though, because especially LEARNING all the information i did, ill never trust a single person on this tribe again, except aj, and i will absolutely be looking for the cracks and to possibly flip in. also after tribal , we got bombarded with this twist, SOMEONE IS COMING BACK FROM ONE OF THESE 3 TRIBALS???AND WE'RE ON A ONE WORLD BEACH NOW??? gorl its time to get to WORK, immediately upon entering this beach with everyone, austin messages ALL the beauties swearing he wants to work with us still if we bring him back- but then goes and messages EVERY other person, and here's the best part- INCLUDING THE OTHER PEOPLE VOTING TO COME BACK IN AJFSDKH LIKE WHAT HE ASKED DEVON TO VOTE HIM BACK IN I WAS SCREAMING austin, thank you for showing the beauties we made the right choice, and hopefully we pull it off and you dont come back, sorry nothing against you though!!! im immediately leaning towards bringing devon back, because well the brains are just not really a threat at the moment and the last thing we need is braun gaining a number on us. Austin also told me my name was an option for the vote from tribal, which i completely was aware of but had to act like i didnt know because i didnt want aj exposed, HOWEVER now that austin has brought this up i can freely mention it to whomever now, so i immediately bring it up in my chat with amir/augusto and lemme tell yall.... ive never heard a silence quite this loud. whats wrong? yall dont wanna be honest with me about having a whole alliance just to conspire to vote me out????? this was a test from me, i gave them the oppurtunity to come clean and they refused. it shows me i clearly cant trust them, but again, until i know what the hell is going on in this game now, im stuck with them until i can make a move against them. kendall also came to me saying "hey can i ask you something" so i go sure gal whats the tea and she asks me "was i an option for the vote because austin said i was" so i was like omg no! of course not!!! because realistically she wasnt, even though she absolutely shouldve been for daring to raise her tongue against me IM ONTO YOU SIS... i know exactly what shes doing, she knows austin is telling me i was an option so shes probably hoping by telling me that i wont believe austin, but silly girl, i already knew about all yall's trifling ways!!! anyway, send fucking help we need it, the beauties are the FAKEST group on this island. im having better conversations with people from the other tribes i dont even know during this one world twist... also was able to catch up with jakey....that was interesting, we always have great convos because like we just know each other so well, and he's acting like he's forgivven and forgotten about challengers vs. champions, but i know him well enough to know he's NOT going to trust me this game because well...if i were him i absolutely wouldnt trust me either, we're kinda like parvati/amanda in hvv. Ill keep him on my backburner, incase we swap and im with him i at least want a fighting chance, if i HAVE to work with him but i probably will end up having to target him because i know him all too well and how he plays, its dangerous for EVERYONE. (but mostly for me, which is what's most important)

Of course it wasn't a swap! That would be too easy!!!!!!!!! No we had to make it as dramatic as fucking possible and vote some sap back into the game!!!! UGH Well, at least this gives us all time to scout out the competition. And believe you me it has taken a lot of will power to not compulsively make another alliance. I mean, I did, but like with Jordan Pines so that doesn't count. I have reunited with my Survivor Dad Scott, my pizza molester friend Liam, former Gorlley Duncan, and my former arch enemy Jakey. I say former but Jakey clearly doesn't see me that way. He still had me on block and allegedly the first thing he messaged Adam was if "it was safe to unblock me". Like dude, Neverland was 4 years ago get a grip. I mean yeah, I'm playing up the arch enemy aspect on my side but that's more for my own amusement/Adam's loyalty. I genuinely didn't have an opinion on him anymore. I mean, I do NOW but I assure you it is purely built on self defense. Admittedly, I wasn't on my best behavior during that time and I will apologize for it but damn dude keep my name out of your mouth. Speaking of people who won't shut the fuck up, we have Austin!!!!!! He has made a point to swear loyalty to Brains, Brawn and Beauty. Which I get you have only 24 hours to find safety but like do better. He also told Adam that we were targeting him at first tribal council, which is admittedly accurate but also incredibly inconvenient for the rest of us. Luckily Adam seems to hold us in higher regard plus I miggghhhhhtttttt have lied to him a wittle wit in order to make him doubt Austin. 9:49 PM Hey can I ask you a question? Adam, 9:52 PM omg of course 9:53 PM Was I an option for last tribal? Adam, 9:53 PM omg 9:53 PM It’s okay if I was but you have to tell me if my name was written down Adam, 9:54 PM absolutely not??? like im not even joking i did not HEAR your name once or even consider you myself and if anyone else did they never said it to me did austin tell you that? I know every season I'm very insistent on how evil I am but I genuinely believe this season I've crossed several ethical boundaries. Like damn, I voted out my first game ally, I tricked both AJ and Adam into thinking they are in a position of power, and now this bullshit? I genuinely hope that this doesn't blow up in my face cause it very well could but if it doesn't... well now I have a spare ally. So obviously Austin is not coming back under any circumstances. Which leaves the two other schmucks: Lovelis and Devon. Lovelis has yet to message me anything and Devon has been a fun conversation. So... as you can see this is going to be a very tough call. I am going to have to pray on it :/. What's that Survivor Jesus? You think we should save Devon? Ehhhh let me talk to Survivor Buddha first, I'll get back to you.

just as much i know yall wish i would shut up these people CONTINUE TO TRY ME AND PUSH MY BUTTONS AND I CANT TRUST ANYONE CLEARLY SO I HAVE TO COME HERE TO RUN MY BIG MOUTH basically, i wake up this morning and while i know austin is just on a beauty tribe crusade throwing us all under the bus to try and get the votes back in, which i completely cant blame him for anyone considering we all did blindside him, HOWEVER i decided to message him again this morning and try and get some more tea out of him, i figure if he's hear i may as well hear him out now, in no way shape or form do i plan on voting for him to come back into the game, but i want this information for my own good, so i decide to ask him who all was telling him to vote for me and what was said, and he tells me that kendall, amir, and augusto all said my name AND that apparently they were calling me a rat too?? now, i know, he's desperate so he'll say whatever, but i firmly believe there's usually a little truth to every lie, so upon finding this out i decide im sick of holding it in, so i message augusto and amir to basically call them out. i wanted to play it very carefully because once again its a test of trust, are they gonna be upfront with me and let me know i was on the chopping block, even if they were considering voting for me as long as they told me, id possibly be able to move foward with them, but again, just like last night, i mention it today and i get LIED TO. augusto wants to play dumb and say "omg i never said that! why would i ever say that about you?!" well idk, why would you act like you're my friend and wanna work with me only to join a super alliance behind my back and make a plan to vote me out? he's lied to my face now more than once and so with that, CANCELLED. Amir at least told me he heard my name but guess what he obviously wasnt gonna do it, which is still a lie i know they all agreed to my name because of aj, but at least amir didnt completely undermine my intelligence and lie to me about it. THESE PEOPLE REALLY THINK IM ADAM THE CLOWN, ADAM THE FOOL, ADAM THE DUMMY WHO CANT FIGURE ANYTHING OUT, WELL GUESS WHAT BEAUTIES. I DID. i completely feel like sandra on the villains tribe, i cant STAND these people anymore and what annoys me more than them lying to me, is them thinking theyre clever enough to trick me with this stupid ass lie kendall made up about how austin was saying the vote was on her like gorl plea we still have a few hours on this one world beach, so i decide now is my time to START planting seeds to make my move. i have to be extremely careful here, because while the beautiues have completely enraged me and awoke the beast within, im absolutely gonna return their fakery with absolutely fraudulentism. yall wanna lie to me? ok game on, ill lie 10x as hard to you now. i obvioulsy want to just blow my top and make them feel stupid because i know theyre lying, but i have to be smart, for all i know after this person comes back, we could very well head to our same tribes still, or i end up with a beauty majority and i need them to think im with them .. BUT GOOD GOD PLEASE GIVE ME A TRIBE SWAP, AT THIS POINT ID PROBABLY GET MORE STIMULATING CONVERSATIONS WITH TREES THAN THIS TRIBE. Whoever told them they were beautiful people actually lied to them because theyre all UNQUALIFIED to be on the beautys. at this point i want devon to come back, ive had nice little convos with him and im trying to talk to all the brains to be quite honest because, if it were up to me, i would absolutely flip and work with the brains if they would allow me to work with them because clearly i cant trust the beauties???? HELL, I MIGHT EVEN HAVE TO WORK WITH JAKEY IF HE'D TRUST ME JUST BECAUSE I OBVIOUSLY CANT TRUST THEM??? the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and at this point, the beauties are my enemy. im really hoping my big mouth doesnt get me in trouble because i could be talking to these brains and they very well could go behind my back to the other beauties and im voted off soon, but im hoping they just realize based on the convos im trying to have with them, that im absolutely open to flipping, the beauties may be the devil i know but id rather go home trying to make a move rather than just sitting on the bottom waiting to be picked off, and if the beauties think im gonna just be that person, they made a grave mistake in not voting me out then. If youre gonna throw my name out there, vote me out because i guarantee once i hear it, ill never trust you again. in conclusion, this video about sums up how i feel about the rest of the beauties: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_iM4Z8FkQg

Jeff Probst Voice: And meanwhile on One World Jakey teaches Kendall how food delivery works. djfadklajdkfajkfdjafklds; I feel like a bit of an ass. Me and Jakey talked it over, turns out neither of us entirely remember what our feud was about. We also agreed to be a secret duo while playing up our 'alleged" animosity. I'm keeping him at arms length because I don't entirely trust him but he's easy to talk to, and who am I to decline a free ally. Austin meanwhile continues to spiral further. I feel kind of bad honestly but not enough to save him. He apparently told Adam that we called him a rat? Which, we did a lot of things to Adam but nothing directly disparaging his personality. He's a really pleasant and nice person, he's so pleasant and nice everyone else in the alliance was super reluctant to vote for him while his name was on the table. Which was kind of infuriating at the time but now that we are dealing with this shit storm it's a nice quality. Devon is laying it on thick with me. He has said shit like "I'm rooting for you in the VL" and " I obviously want YOUR trust more than anything in this game" okay that one in hindsight could be a reference to needing a vote. On the other hand he's been very straightforward about not making any promises and I really respect that. It's interesting how everyone wants him back, including the people who voted him out. Which makes me curious, did they plan for this? Lovelis is still a non entity... tribal is in like an hour and fifteen minutes you think he'd pop in with a sup or something? In terms of the idol talk, Jordan and I have compared notes. I told him that Adam probably has it and he told me everyone on his tribe knew about the numbers. So... if we switch it up or go back we can double check and look to see if it's there. I don't entirely trust people on the outside. Don't get me wrong I get along splendidly with Brain and 4 out of the 6 Brawn players seem to enjoy my company. But my loyalty first and foremost belongs to the beauties. You know that, I know that, now let's keep them from figuring that part out. ;)

okay so, i survived my first tribal. my anxiety was really acting up and i like astral-projected during it, but i survived which is what counts. i've tried to take today off because i dont want this game to be ali has an emotional meltdown the entire time and i think im doing okay. anyway SO liam lovelis went home and i really like him but its also like, he really was not putting in the work to stay, and i really respected Liam M's hustle! so it was what happened, and him fighting Liam M was kinda mean JASKDF like idk what he expected Liam M to do instead, it was just the way things shook out. okay and then we have this crazy twist.. the hosts really really said you are anxious? time to get anxious-er. so we are voting either devon, austin or lovelis back into the game. lovelis has fully gone ghost (at least for me), and i think he is kinda done with the game so i think its gonna be between austin and devon. i think devon is who is going to come back, he is handling this perfectly just chilling and being straight up. otherwise so the people i have spoken to since is: Duncan - a king!! he is one of my oldest org friends, he has a different energy now, am determined to prove to him i'm not annoying anymore - loved that he admitted to me he used to find me annoying Augusto - he is really lovely, already clearly MEGA social which is really scary! i like him a lot tho could be a good person in a swap Devon - seems like a king get good energy from him. think he is painting austin as messier than he is and is spreading the narrative of austin making deals but im not fussed austin- seems sweet but idk if he has handled this round right AJ - a king i like his energy!! but yes hopefully devon comes back and i get a good swap... that we pray for

This was such a simple game when I just had me and my cute lil alliance of 4 and that was just 2 days ago.So much has happened in the past 2 days. -Our alliance of 4 creates an alliance of 5 with aj included. -Adam makes a 4 person alliance of me aj and Augusto. - the vote goes to Adam and we all tell everyone it’s Adam, and then it’s changed to a Austin - Austin wants back and to end the beauties. Also exposed us to Adam -Devon wants to come back but brains also want him back, -Duncan wants to work with me -duncan is super tight with Scott and autumn and wants me to get close to them - I’m getting close to jakey, and building a bond with Jordan and dan. - an interesting dynamic is that Duncan doesn’t like Ali, Duncan loves autumn, and autumn loves Ali. - Adam and jakey are also at odds

OH MY FUCKING GODDDDD I JUST ... HAD AN EPIPHANY AND IM PROBABLY BEING INSANE, but i think... i think that adam and aj are super close and have a final 2. The vote was originally adam, but the night after we told aj, adam compaigned hard and we all changed our minds. Furthermore, they both knew about the idol system. FURTHERMORE, adam was like "i feel like im missing out on so much" during the unscramble challenge but he had no way of knowing we were all on call. They both know l'shei, they both have the same emoji in their name, they both just replied to me saying something similar at the same time. It is basically all coming together in my head and long story short, we fucked up. Augusto, connor, and kendall have no idea how much we really fucked up but this all could be me making shit up but idk idk ahahahahahahhahahahhahahahaha we r FUCKED AJ HAS AN ALLIANCE WITH ME AND AUG KEND CONNOR IF HE TOLD ADAM LMAAOOOOO WE R FUCKKEDDD

WHEW this game, this game. Y'all have taken me on so many emotions in the past 48 hours I couldn't even stop to processing winning Survivor Reels lmaaaaooo. Y'all really had me do that ugly counting challenge, where I messed up twice and ended up with 5 points only for my Skype to stop working for a good 2+ hours. Then Scott won immunity, which meant I had to kill either my dad Duncan or my bb Devon, which was super darksided. THEN after all that and saying my dramatic ass goodbyes, y'all pull out a buyback??? https://i.imgur.com/kQ6umpV.gif BUT ITS OK BECAUSE NOW I GET TO KEEP BOTH AND THE DADS ARE STILL TOGETHER!!! Devon is staying and we been knew. You know I love him if I'm not even mad that he voted me so everyone remember this moment cause that's usually grounds for dismissal in my world. But ugh I'm so happy y'all don't even know. I've really hit it off with a few people too so I'm just feeling myself. I fucking love Augusto we are the same person no lie and I'm also a big fan of Adam, Jakey, and Amir. So even if I get separated from the dads, I can make this work. I'm ready to swap and I just gotta keep misting man after man which I can definitely handle https://media1.tenor.com/images/fe32b9e859965acabe245a41b77e2153/tenor.gif?itemid=4608580

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