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[octuscle]

Business trip (Day three)

It was a night of wild dreams. Liam fucked me harder than I'd ever been fucked before. At least when I was sober. I still don't know what happened the day before yesterday on Tuesday night or Wednesday morning. Liam got up at 05:00 and drove to the wholesale market. Apparently he had planned for me to spend the night at his place. My suit from the day before hung neatly in his room. Next to it was my laptop bag. Was all this shit with the kitchen slave and submissive boot servant a crazy dream? It didn't matter at all. I have a whole lost day at the office to make up for. I shower, get ready and head to the client. The door is locked. My phone rings. It's Liam. "Good morning, Mack! Did you sleep well?" I ask, what the fuck, I have to get to work. "But not like this, Mack. There's a long hair clipper in the bathroom. And a wet razor. The door won't unlock until you're shiny bald." I want to protest for a second. I think about calling the police. But I reply, "Sure thing, boss!" And go into the bathroom. Half an hour later, I look at myself in the mirror. Everything as usual, right down to my eyebrows. I run my hand over my head, which is as smooth as a baby's bottom. Shit, I've soaked my underpants with precum again. I get a message from Liam. "Good boi!" And the door lock buzzes open.

When I set up my laptop at the customer's, I find a packet of tobacco, cigarette filters and cigarette paper in my laptop bag. And a Zippo. I am a professional. I don't get distracted when I'm working. I love my job. But I can't wait for my lunch break. Normally I would have sat down in a café somewhere and had lunch. Now I grab a sandwich from the supermarket and sit on a park bench. And practise rolling cigarettes. I watch tutorials on YouTube. The first results are pathetic. But the fifth cigarette I roll and smoke before I get back to my desk is already quite respectable. I take two more cigarette breaks in the afternoon. Shit, why didn't I start smoking earlier?

When I arrive at the hotel in the evening, my room card no longer works. Damn, of course, I actually wanted to leave on Thursday. I go down to reception. The lady is very friendly, but explains that housekeeping had to pack up my things this morning because the room was occupied again. Unfortunately, I couldn't be reached on my cell phone. I ask her to call me again. She says it goes straight to voicemail. I look at my cell phone in amazement. Liam sends a message. "I've forgotten. You have a new number. I have your old SIM card." Shit, this has gone too far!

I ask the lady at reception if she has another room. She is sorry. There's a fair in town at the weekend. They are already overbooked and have a waiting list. Message from Liam: "Sorry, mate! I have a visitor today. But you can sleep in the back room of the snack bar tonight." I ask if I can pack my suitcase somewhere quiet and make a few phone calls. The lady says that one of the small meeting rooms is free. She even helps me with my suitcase, the two plastic bags and my laptop bag. I sit down at the meeting table and start by emptying my suitcase and plastic bag. My things are all there. And I'm used to packing my suitcase. Everything is neatly stowed away after a few minutes. But there were still a few things in the plastic bags that I hadn't noticed yesterday morning. Two monstrous dildos. Three jockstraps that were no longer fresh. A fat silver chain. And a hip bag. In addition to condoms, it also contained poppers, tobacco, cigarette paper and small plastic bags with dried flowers…. I put the chain on. It feels cool and chavvy. I check my mailbox remotely. Fortunately, hardly any calls, nothing important, most of them sent me an e-mail afterwards anyway. I change the voicemail text to say that I can't be reached by phone at the moment for technical reasons and to ask for an e-mail. Okay, whatever Liam is up to, at least he can't do me any more harm. And now maybe I should take him up on his kind offer of the back room. But first I really need a fag. I'm standing outside the hotel with my belongings, rolling a cigarette pretty routinely, when the next message from Liam arrives. "Mack, the place is full. Your shift starts in an hour."

The room behind the snack bar is a bit of a hole. But I have a locker where I can hang my stuff. There's a cot that's even already made up. And my things are on it. White jeans, white fine-rib undershirt, jockstrap, long soccer socks. All old and worn. But clean. Plus high rubber boots and yesterday's heavy rubber apron. The long rubber gloves. No hairnet. You look in the mirror and rub your bald head, which is no longer quite so smooth. Hehehe, you really don't need a hairnet anymore. You really look like a chav with that chain. The jockstrap absorbs the first drop of precum. It'll have more to swallow in the course of the evening.

The snack bar is indeed packed. Many guests are hooting and clapping when I come into the dining room at around 8:30 pm to clear the dirty dishes. More than one person slaps my ass or grabs my crotch under my apron. An astonishing number of the guests are wearing leather jeans. Most are wearing T-shirts or tank tops, some are bare-chested. No wonder, it's warm outside and hot in here. I quickly work up a sweat. I have to take off my undershirt and necklace, I just get too warm. But at least I'm getting on well with the dishwasher now and I've got the scullery pretty well under control.

"Hey Mack," I hear Liam yell. "The toilet's blocked. Clean it up!" Damn, dishwasher was already an imposition. But toilet cleaner is a step up. The toilet is a disaster. The floor is a puddle of piss and the urinal is completely filthy. But the toilet bowl takes the cake. Hey, where can you shit all over it? It stinks like hell. But somehow… It turns you on. You know where the bucket and cleaning cloth are by now. I start by mopping the floor so I can kneel down to clean the toilet. And then i stick my arm deep into the toilet to clear the blockage. I'm covered in shit. Without thinking, I wipe the sweat from my forehead with my forearm. Behind me, there is howling. Four or five guys are standing in the doorway wanking. I don't want to wipe that shit away too. So I let them cum in my open face. More and more guys join them. I kneel in a growing mess. Full of cum. Pissed all over. Smeared with shit. Meanwhile, dirty dishes are piling up again in the dining room. Liam shouts at me that I'm not employed as a urinal but as a dishwasher and toilet cleaner. Little by little, the dining room empties. Around 11:30 pm, the last guest has left. With Liam in his arms. It takes me until 02:00 a.m. to get everything cleaned up and me, too, to be clean.

I roll my first cigarette in hours. I stand outside the snack bar. And wank at the thought of the hot evening.

[one-piece-one-shots]

Trafalgar Law X CisFem Reader

It was a crisp spring morning not long after sunrise. Sipping your coffee, you unlocked the flower shop and passed through the entry. Setting your personal items down on the nearby table you flipped on the lights and moved around the counter to turn the register on. It wasn't long before you heard the soft footfalls of the owner coming down the back steps from his above apartment. He didn't have to be in until noon since you were opening, but he couldn't resist having coffee and whatever breakfast treat you'd brought with you.

He stepped lazily into the room stretching and yawning while greeting you. Dark circles lined his lower lids denoting his lack of sleep and bringing out the sunny shade of yellow that barely pushed through his stormy gray irises. Another muffled yawn swept passed his lips as half-lidded eyes swayed in your direction, his stretches ending in a satisfied shiver before he strolled over to the bag you'd placed on the table.

"What do you have this morning F/N-ya?" his voice still husky from what little sleep he'd gotten.

"It's a breakfast quiche," you replied removing the tin pie trays from the paper bag, "they should still be warm."

"What's in it?" He questioned suspiciously glancing over the tiny personal pie.

"You really need to stop being so picky. Have I fed you something you haven't liked yet?" You retorted hands firmly placed on your hips.

"Not yet." He muttered with a roll of his eyes.

"Exactly." You affirmed turning for the breakroom, "I'll get the coffee started if you don't mind waiting a few minutes."

He only hummed in response.

You had worked for Law in this flower shop he inherited for the last three years. The grumpy male was reluctant to keep the shop going after the passing of his adopted father, having been in medical school at the time, it was a lot to throw away. Rosinante, his father, had hired you not long before he got sick and with some convincing, you managed to get Law to remain open. The first year was rough, a lot of regulars didn't return, and Law wasn't exactly in a state to greet customers much less help them celebrate occasions he'd never get to celebrate with the only family he had left. Many days you had to climb the stairs in the back and drag him from the apartment yourself.

Now, though he doesn't get much sleep, his mood has improved a little. You started this morning ritual by accident. He'd come downstairs while you were opening and was lured in by freshly brewed coffee and breakfast tacos you'd made for yourself; Law seemed to enjoy it so you just kept it going.

It was usually pleasantly quiet while you scrolled through e-books and he read the newspaper.

"Black like your soul." You smirked handing him his designated cup.

Law deadpanned, slender fingers brushing against yours as he overtook the handle, "Thank you."

While you were in the kitchenette he'd taken the liberty of setting the table. You grabbed your coffee and a clipboard from the counter and took a seat across from Law, who was hesitantly taking his first bite of the quiche. Watching quietly with a raised brow as he went back for another forkful you couldn't help but chuckle resulting in yet another eye-roll from the male.

"There's another Charlotte wedding this weekend." You reminded him glancing over the order forms on your clipboard.

"Feels like there's one every weekend." He muttered bringing his cup to his lips.

"Well, when you have a million kids I guess that's what happens." You shrugged, "I wish I had what they spend on the flowers alone. They must be ridiculously loaded."

"Ridiculously indeed." He stated flatly, "Do we have enough inventory for that? I don't want a repeat of last time. That Linlin lady is insane when she's pissed off."

"I planned to visit the wholesale market this afternoon when Barto gets here."

"What tacky arrangements did she order this time?"

You chuckled.

"Pink chrysanthemums and stargazers. While they go together in both color and meaning, they have no place at a wedding."

"Meaning?" He pushed the now empty pie tin away.

"Mhm," you hummed, "pink chrysanthemums represent the afterlife and are often used for funerals in Eastern countries. Stargazers symbolize resurrection. It's probably bad luck in the end and also ... way too much pink."

He chuckled as you scrunched your nose, "How do you know all of this?"

"I like flowers." You shrugged between bites.

"Maybe I'll come with you," he suggested nonchalantly sparing a glance from his paper to you.

"You're the boss." You chimed finishing your food and rising to clear the table.

It was surprising, his offer to tag along, he'd never gone to the wholesalers with you before. Rosi had taken you several times so you knew most of the vendors which made it easier to get deals. Law had never shown interest in coming, he fully trusted you to get the job done.

When you rounded the corner, Law had switched on the 'Open' sign and propped the door back allowing the chilly breeze to flow through causing you to shiver. You threw on your apron and together set up the spring display in the doorway.

"You don't have to help ya know."

"I get paid regardless." He shrugged moving some potted daffodils and tulips to the front window.

Law sat nearby finishing his coffee while you made random arrangements for the display case. He watched occasionally over the brim of his cup as you concentrated making sure colors matched and scents didn't mix unpleasantly. Quietly you clipped greens and baby's breath for filler and seemed to find the perfect places in each arrangement for them. Before he realized it, noon had rolled around, and Bartolomeo was stalking through the entry.

"F/N, Boss." Barto nodded passing through to hang his bag in the breakroom.

"Afternoon." You chimed scooping up the vases you'd just completed.

"You have a lot of hospital deliveries today." Law called.

You frowned at the raven, "You could at least say hello before ordering him around."

Your boss scoffed and narrowed his eyes at you.

"Good afternoon Barto-ya, you have a lot of hospital deliveries today." He said robotically.

"It's ok F/N, I'm used to the boss' cold greetings." Barto winked at you slipping his apron over his head.

Law shot him an annoyed look, "I need you to be back by four so F/N-ya and I can go to the wholesale market."

Bartolomeo raised a non-existent brow to you and then nodded, "No problem."

Law helped Barto load the delivery orders into the van out back while you moved from vase arrangements to bouquets. A few customers came in and milled around purchasing a potted plant or two. There was a sudden tug at your apron strings as you were reaching into the cooler to move an older vase arrangement to the front. The gesture made you stagger back off-balance bumping into the body behind you. Startled you turned to find Law retying your apron.

"You've come undone." He murmured in a pleasantly low tone, eyes still fixed on your lower back.

Fighting a flush, you turned back allowing him to finish, "T-thank you."

Lately, you'd noticed Law would stand closer or brush passed you when there was plenty of room to pass by. Initially, you discarded the actions but as they became more frequent you began to suspect it was on purpose. Why though? He couldn't possibly have some sort of crush on you. You're just a silly little flower nerd, not all that flashy and you certainly didn't feel you compared to his stunningly handsome presence. Barto already teased you relentlessly when you were alone since he discovered your hopeless crush on your boss.

Barto returned from his deliveries at 3:45 and handed the van keys off to Law.

"You may have to close up by yourself. Sometimes it takes a while and we have a lot to purchase." You warned removing your apron and hanging it behind the counter.

"I can handle it thanks." The greenette smiled cockily, "Don't have too much fun F/N."

"Yeah yeah." You waved trailing behind Law.

"Seriously, no funny business you two that's a company vehicle!" he called earning a pointed glare from you as Law continued forward with a smug smirk.

"Ignore that idiot." You muttered pulling yourself up into the passenger seat.

"It's sound advice," Law stated nonchalantly turning the ignition.

You gulped and turned away to hopefully hide your blushing face.

The harbor was already buzzing when you arrived.

"Lead the way." Law gestured forward as you entered the large warehouse.

Immediately vendors were greeting you and calling you over to show what inventory they had for the week. Happily, you bounced from booth to booth introducing Law as you went. More than few of the older vendors expressed their sympathy for Rosinante's passing causing Law to tense.

"You can wait at the van if this is too much." You palmed his shoulder, "I wasn't expecting this many people to bring it up."

He searched your guilty expression feeling a pang in his own chest and returned your comforting motion, "It's fine I invited myself. I can just take what we've got to the van and come find you when I'm done."

"Ok, I shouldn't take much longer." You smiled relinquishing the cart of obnoxiously pink flowers.

Continuing your quest you stopped by one of the newer booths run by a woman not much older than yourself.

"Hmm, pink chrysanthemums? For a wedding?" Questioned the raven-haired woman.

"That's what I said, but it's a big return client so I'm just filling the order." You sighed leaning on the counter.

"Where's your partner?"

"Ah, my boss? He got a little overwhelmed." You chuckled resting your chin in your palm.

"He doesn't look at you like a boss." She commented pulling your order.

"I have no idea what you mean." You glanced away.

"Hmm, like a puppy," she tapped her chin in thought, "a puppy that's a bit protective perhaps."

"Robin," you started sternly, "you're being ridiculous."

She just shrugged and continued removing the less pink flowers from the batch.

After an hour of mingling and finally filling your enormous order, you began searching the warehouse for your wayward boss. Eyes sweeping the thinning crowd with your cart in tow you caught a glimpse of the raven, an impish smirk gracing your lips as you approached him from behind. He stood glancing over some tulips and peonies in colors you didn't have at the shop. Quietly you lifted your right foot gently pressing it to the back of his locked knee nearly sending him to the ground. Giggling wildly over the embarrassing yelp that pushed passed his lips as he went down; you immediately hushed meeting his stormy glare.

Oops.

Spinning on your heals you made a mad dash for the nearest exit tugging your full cart behind you.

"F/N!" Law's usually calm voice strained over the crowd as he dodged people in your wake.

Ignoring his calls, you pushed forward, it didn't matter you'd have an entire twenty-minute car ride to deal with once you reached the van anyway. He'd probably scold you the entire drive back. Enough human obstacles blocked him allowing you to get to the van first. Flinging the back door open you began loading your haul. Just as you placed the last bucket in the back of the van a familiar tattooed arm wrapped around your waist snatching you back.

"Law!" You gasped feet leaving the ground as you were lifted to his height.

He remained quiet breath fanning over your nap moving stray strands that had fallen from your messy bun during your rush. Opening the driver's side door, he pushed you across the bench seat and climbed in behind.

"I'm sorry." You immediately stated turning to catch his intense gaze a sly simper dragging the corner of his lips upward.

"You like to take people by surprise?" His tone was dangerous as he continued across the seat pushing passed the stirring wheel.

"I - I mean... it was funny."

"You should be punished for that." His slender arms caged you in against the seat.

"Wa-wait..." your hands came up against his chest, "what?"

He leaned further into your space, noses brushing, his lips so close it was hard not to tip your chin up and kiss him. The air around you was warm and heavy. Your pulse muted out any sound that may have been heard in or outside of the vehicle as he continued to loom over you. The smell of coffee and those damn stargazer lilies filled your senses in a dizzying haze; it shouldn't have been so intoxicating, but it was. Your eyelids dropped anticipating contact as Law's half-lidded gaze swept over you taking in this glorious new expression.

Your heart wasn't the only one beating like crazy, he almost had to catch his breath still contemplating what he was about to do. Finally, he had you in such a delicious position, defenseless and practically offering yourself up to him. Leaning just a hair further allowing a feather touch to your lips he almost gave in. Such a quick motion, not even full contact, an involuntary whimper escaped you. Eyes flitting open once again to meet Law's smoky glare, he grinned mischievously.

"Now you'll think twice before knocking people down and running away F/N-ya."

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Sing Yourself to Sleep - Bucky x Y/N - Part Seven - Adore You

Something about this chapter was so so hard to write. I wanted them to have a beautful day together where they could be free to act like a real couple, because shit is going to hit the fan soon. Loosely inspired by Adore You by Harry Styles

'We're going to London Major, together.'

Bucky was certain someone had given him too much pain meds and he was hallucinating. Seeming to notice his confusion and shock she continued; 'I told Bertie I wanted to go to London to buy some new ingreedients for baking. Said that I could use some time away from the base. He wasnt sure about me going on my own but then I subtly reminded him that there were a few servicemen travelling to London this weekend and I'm sure they would be happy to escort me.' 'And I certaintly will.' he said, eyes beaming. It took all his self control not to kiss her right there.

Two days later they were boarding the train. It was just Y/N, Bucky and a young Lieutenant. Colonel Clarke had escorted them to the station. 'Now Egan, you are on leave for the weekend, but I trust that you will still do your gentlemanly duty and make sure my wife makes it to and from London safely.' the Colonel spoke while fetching Y/N's bags from the car. 'Of course sir, wouldn't want anything happening to my dancing partner.' he shot her a wink, which she tried to ignore. 'Yes, perhaps you might find a dance hall to attend some evening, if you don't have any other plans Egan?' Before Bucky could speak Y/N cut in 'Oh Bertie I'm sure the Major has other things he would rather be doing during his time off. Besides, I'll be tired after frequenting the wholesalers I told you about.' 'Well don't you go too crazy, only so much room in that kitchen.' he said with a laugh. He pulled out some money from his wallet, 'Here, get yourself something nice. You deserve it.' He kissed her on the cheek, which she resiprocated. 'Thank you Bertie.' The Colonel took one last look at his wife and said 'Enjoy your trip. I love you.' 'I love you too dear.' she said it, struggling to meet his eyes.

Bucky watched the interaction with a mixture of guilt and disgust. They never said I love you to eachother. He wasn't even sure if she felt that way about him. They quickly bundled into the train and Bucky felt a sigh of relief. Finally alone. The lieutenant, Connors, Bucky thinks, is quite a quiet fellow and shouldn't pose much of a disturbance. He guided Y/N into one of the carriages, they sat opposite eachother, Bucky leaning across the table. 'Finally, I have you all to myself.' He grinned, his foot sliding up her leg under the table. 'Easy tiger, we're not in London yet.' she giggled.

When they arrived in London, they made quick work of getting into their hotel and checking in. They had obviously been booked into seperate rooms, but luckily they were just across the hall from eachother. Y/N took some time to freshen up, but it wasn't long before Bucky was knocking at her door. As soon as she opened it she was attached with kisses from Bucky. He pushed her into the room, kissing her as he backed her towards the bed. In between passionate kisses he spoke; 'Thank..god... I can finally...kiss you...properly.' She kissed him back, giggling between kisses. He pushed her onto the bed. She laughed as her body hit the mattress. He climbed on top of her. 'I've thought about this endlessly.' He started kissing her neck, working his way to her chest. Before he could get to work on her clothes, she pushed him away. 'Bucky, we cant right now.'

Bucky was confused, if there was ever a moment he could undress her it was right now. She noticed his confusion. 'I have to go shopping remember? Stores will be closed tomorrow.' 'Shopping? You want to spend our weekend away shopping?' She brought me here to kill me, surely. 'Bucky I told Bertie the reason I was coming here was because I had to buy stuff for the kitchen. I can't arrive back to base empty handed...I'll go shopping, and then we can go for a nice dinner.' she said. Bucky liked the sound of that, a real date out in the open. 'Sounds good to me doll. I'll come shopping with you. Help you carry your bags. I don't want to waste a single moment of this weekend by not being with you.'

A few hours of blissfully walking through the streets of London and purchasing baking supplies went by in a flash. When they were on the way back to the hotel, Y/N saw a beautiful red dress in the window of a boutique. Albert did say to treat myself.. She knew it was wrong, using his money to buy a dress to impress another man, but nothing about what she was doing was right. So why stop now.

They parted ways for a few moments when they arrived back at the hotel, both wanting the opportunity to rest and freshen up. Bucky didnt have much freshening up to do, he just splashed some water on his face, fixed his hair and put on some more colonge. Y/N meanwhile fixed her hair, put on some more makeup and changed into her new dress. She felt beautiful. She felt like she was being taken out on a real date, like this was actually her real life and not some play pretend weekend. She felt guilty too, Albert always in the back of her mind. Her thoughts were shaken from her head when there was a knock on the door.

Bucky was speechless. She was always beautiful, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. But in that dress, she was magnificent. 'Wow' was all he managed to say. Y/N's cheeks turned the same colour as her dress. 'You like it?' she asked. 'Like it? Wow doll... You're breath taking.' 'You're not so bad yourself Major.' she winked. He kissed her on the cheek, 'Oh you smell good.' she said to Bucky. He laughed 'Not for long doll, I'm probably starting to sweat. Looking at you in that dress is getting me hot under the collar.' She smacked his chest playfully as they walked down the hall.

He had found a quiet little restaurant for them to go to. They sat at a small table tucked away in the corner, just as he had asked. They drank wine, ate lovely food, listened to the band playing in the corner, and talked. That's one thing they didnt get to do often, was really talk. They talked about their childhoods, their lives back home, even simple things like favourite colours and movies. They talked and talked, almost forgetting about their food. When the restaurant was closing, the found a little pub with a band in full swing. Bucky took her out on the floor to dance, but soon after they were tucked away in a corner, his arm around her and her head on his shoulder as they talked about their hopes and dreams.

When the end of the night came, they went into her room. Standing in the middle of the hotel room, there wasnt much talking, they had said everything they needed to. He kissed her, slow and passionate, tasting every inch of her mouth. Her hands went from his chest to his tie, slowly undoing it. His arms roamed her body, appreciating every inch of her. He broke the kiss, looking down at her, she was beautiful in every way. 'Let me make love to you.' He whispered. He undid the buttons on her dress, letting it fall at her feet. She undid his shirt while he worked on her undergarments. Before long, he was just in his trousers and she was bare before him. He gently pushed her to lay back on the bed, for a moment he just looked at her. 'I adore you.' he said, so quiet she barely heard him.

He undid his trousers, released himself from his boxers and crawled on top of the bed. He kissed his way up her legs, his mustache tickling her skin. He reached the apex of her thighs, placing kisses on her hip bones. He placed his thumb between her folds, finding that bundle of nerves that would send her wild. She moaned out his name, making him even harder than he already was. It didn't take much for Bucky to have her shaking through her orgasm. When she settled from her high, he crawled up he body, kissing her the whole way until he got to her lips. 'You okay doll?' he asked while kissing her cheeks. 'Yes, I want you.' she said breathlessly. 'You have me, always.' And it was true, she would always have him, but he knew thats not what she meant. She grabed his hard member in her small hand, bucking her hips up to meet his tip. He moaned at the friction. 'I want you.' she said. With that he kissed her, a messy, breathless kiss of two people in the throws of passion. He positioned himself at her entrance, looking her in the eye as he thrust into her.

Their moans mingled together into a symphony of pleasure. He wanted to go slowly, savour every moment, but it was difficult when it felt so good and her walls were clenching around him. He was close, but trying to hold back untill she reached her climax. She was close too, enjoying the feeling of him inside her. 'Oh yes,...oh..oh John.' John. Hearing her moan his name, his real name, sent him over the edge. It was the most beautiful sound from the most beautiful woman. They met their climaxes together, and as they fell Bucky looked into her eyes 'I love you Y/N' he said. It was the first time he had ever said it. She looked at him, eyes wide, suprise written on her face. Then she smiled, 'I love you too John.'

[highwayphantoms]

Hi!! Happy Friday <3 Can I suggest "i don’t wanna see you. i don’t wanna be with you. i just want you to go." from the broken relationship prompts? for Cal and whoever you think would fit!

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sorry not sorry

here's some act 3 pain for @dadrunkwriting

Words: 1628 Warnings: Brief mention of unconscious self-harm

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The city was burning. Not for the first time, and certainly not for the last, the acrid scent of smoke was inescapable. A good, drenching rain would help, but of course he’d picked Kirkwall’s driest season to unleash havoc on the city. Cal was many things, but a summoner of rain was not one. A bolt of lightning, sure, but a whole storm? They doubted any one mage could pull that off. A group of mages working in concert, maybe, but Kirkwall’s population of mages had just been decimated. Cal didn’t have the slightest idea what the exact numbers would work out to be—Aveline and Carver had still been searching the whole of the Gallows for any lingering survivors when Bethany shooed Cal out. They were beyond exhausted, having spent their last reserves of magic on tending to the injured, and… well, Bethany was right. The rest of the city would need help, too, and Cal was no good to anyone if they didn’t rest.

Still, Cal wasn’t sure they’d be able to sleep. Not with the smoke clinging to their skin and the rage still simmering deep in their heart.

It didn’t have to be like this. Countless people were dead because he’d chosen to keep secrets instead of trusting them. So many apprentices cut down without the slightest chance to defend themselves. Harrowed mages slaughtered wholesale. Even the Tranquil—who posed no threat to anyone at all—were dead. Cal had counted maybe a dozen mage survivors, out of a population that, according to Bethany, had been well over a hundred.

“You’re making yourself bleed,” Fenris said.

Cal paused for a moment, studying their hands. Indeed, they’d absently picked the skin around one nail to the point of bleeding quite readily. “Not intentionally,” they replied, and resumed their quick pace through the city streets. The manor wasn’t much further, and the last thing they wanted was to be stopped by someone—anyone—that might recognize them.

They rounded the corner, and there it was. Intact, as far as Cal could tell from where they were, and lucky to be so—even here, a decent distance from the Chantry, there were buildings with chunks taken out of them. One on the far end of the plaza, closest to the Chantry, had collapsed entirely. Cal could only hope no one had been home at the time.

A bath, maybe, would help soothe their frazzled nerves… assuming the pipes still carried water in them.

Cal hated this. Hated being so useless to fix something that they might have prevented, had they paid closer attention. Hated being so angry.

They sighed, and headed for the front door. It was locked, even though Cal had very specifically directed Bodahn to take Sandal and Orana and leave. Anywhere was safer than Kirkwall, especially now. They dug through the bag somehow still tied around their waist, a good half dozen empty vials clattering against each other in the process. Even now, more than an hour since they’d swallowed the contents of the last one, the taste of lyrium lingered on their tongue. Finally Cal retrieved their ring of keys, few as they were, and had the door open in moments. They stepped inside, haphazardly tossed their staff in a corner, and sank onto the bench. “Right about now, I’d give anything to turn back time.”

“Wouldn’t we all?” Fenris said with a wry smile.

“Hah.” Cal leaned forward, resting their elbows on their knees, and studied the floor for a few seconds. “I know my sister probably made you swear to her that you’d make sure I got some sleep, but if you would rather be making yourself useful, I won’t tell.”

“Hawke.” A warning, though an affectionate one. “I am here because I choose to be.”

But I don’t want you to see me like this.

“Oh, you’re back!” said a familiar voice from the direction of the foyer. A moment later, Orana popped into the doorway, her face somehow pinched with worry yet simultaneously full of relief. “I wasn’t sure when you’d be back—I can run a bath for you and have supper ready by the time you’re done? If you would like?”

Cal sighed. “That would be great, Orana. Thank you.” Easier to let her do whatever than to argue about it. Orana disappeared from view, and Cal wearily got back to their feet. “Does anyone actually listen to me when I speak?” they grumbled.

“Yes,” Fenris said simply, and nudged them. “Go on. I’ll be here when you’re done.”

Reluctantly, Cal went. They trudged up the stairs, each step more effort than the last, and stopped by their bedroom just long enough to shed their armor on the floor. Later, they would worry about cleaning it up and buffing out any new damage. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe next week.

They paused in the hall by the closed door to what had been their mother’s room. Three years, now, and yet Cal still didn’t dare open that door. It wasn’t as if there would be some sort of unpleasant surprise on the other side—they knew Orana went in to dust and otherwise keep the room as it was. It was just… a sore spot, still. Another failure.

Cal was tired of failing.

Orana was lingering in the doorway when Cal finally reached the washroom at the end of the hall. A faint scent of lavender trailed out into the hall, though it wasn’t as soothing as Orana had probably hoped it would be. “Thank you,” they told her again, and she smiled fleetingly and darted past them. In the privacy of the washroom, Cal stripped off the rest of their clothes—every layer down to their skin reeked of iron and smoke. With distant concern, they noted their own injuries—a smear of purple starting to ink their ribs the most prominent among them—and then eased themself into the tub.

They hadn’t realized how much tension they’d been holding until the hot water began to melt it away. By morning, no doubt, Cal would be stiff and sore, but for the moment they could feel every muscle in their body starting to relax. They soaked for a few minutes, firmly focusing on the sensations and nothing else, before reaching for the most strongly scented soap they had. By the time that Cal emerged from the washroom, they could smell nothing but cloves and lavender; a vast improvement over the scent of smoke. The hearth in their bedroom had been lit in their absence, and upon noticing that, Cal stepped inside to find Fenris standing by the window with a bottle of wine in his hand.

“I thought we finished last bottle you had,” Cal said.

“We did. I bought this for your nameday, but I thought you might want it after today.” Fenris held it out in offer; Cal peered at it in the flickering firelight.

After a moment, they recognized it. “Doesn’t this cost several dozen sovereigns for a single bottle?”

“If you buy it in Hightown, perhaps.”

For a moment, Cal debated with themself. Then: “I won’t say no to a glass or several.”

-

Cal couldn’t quite say what had woken them. Whatever it was, it hadn’t disturbed Fenris, who was ordinarily as light a sleeper as they were; he hardly moved an inch even as Cal slipped out of bed. The hour was late, the faint glow of the banked embers the only light to be had. Something drew them out into the hallway, some sense that something was wrong.

They realized what it was when they reached the top of the stairs. A shiver in the Veil. Magic.

Though their anger had been tempered by food and wine, it suddenly surged back to full strength. Down the stairs they went, around the corner and down the hall. As they reached the kitchen, where the faintest light peeked out from under the door, Cal said in an icy voice, “I told you to leave.”

Without waiting for an answer, they shoved the door open and stalked inside. As they had expected, there stood the source of the day’s unnecessary bloodshed and pain, quite obviously warming up the scraps left over from the supper Orana had served earlier. Anders looked, frankly, like shit, not that it sparked much sympathy in Cal. He glanced guiltily at the cookpot hung over the newly reawakened fire, then looked back at Cal. “I thought—I hoped that you might be willing to talk.”

“You already had your chance to talk.” Cal took a steadying breath, then released it in one sharp exhale. “I thought I was clear. I don’t want to see you. I don’t want you in my home, much less my bed. I just want you to go. Go, and don’t come back.”

Hurt flashed across Anders’s face, but just as quickly disappeared. “You don’t really mean that.”

“Do you have any idea how many people died needlessly today?” Cal snapped. “Because of you. What kind of healer kills a hundred innocent souls in the hope it might spark a change?”

“Hawke—”

“No. I don’t want to hear your justifications. Get out.”

Anders sighed and glanced aside. “I’m sorry, Cal.”

A shoulder brushed against theirs—Fenris. “Go back to bed,” he said gently. “I’ll see him out.”

“Maker have mercy on you,” Cal snarled, “because you’ll get none from me.” They turned, briefly meeting Fenris’s eyes, then walked out of the kitchen. Cal made it five steps down the hall before their breath caught in their throat; around the corner before tears started to spill down their cheeks; halfway up the steps before they simply curled into a tight ball.

Void take him. Void take them all.

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“Boy oh boy, am I glad none of us went to school for psychology,” Chris said as he watched Josh and Ashley both furiously tear page after page out of their notebooks, each one getting an individualized tear-crumple-chuck experience, as though tossing the whole kit and kaboodle together just wasn’t insult enough. “We might have to sit down and unpack some of this if we had. Y’know. Done that.”

“I don’t seem to recall you questioning the wisdom of Ye Olde Burn Pit ten minutes ago, Cochise.” Josh paused for a second, his eye catching on something written on the page he’d only just torn out…and after getting past the first couple sentences, scowled like he’d gotten a big whiff of baking roadkill and shredded it to confetti. He tossed the handful of paper scraps into the bonfire with an Emeril Lagasse ‘Bam!’ then turned back to him. “All fun and games when it’s your shame, huh?”

It was hard to say when it had started, their strange little tradition, but the appeal of the New Year’s Day blaze was hard to deny: While everyone else was sleeping off the festivities of the night before, their resolutions already halfway abandoned by the time the hangover wore off, the three of them hunkered down in the Washington’s sprawling backyard and, well, did something a little more actionable than making themselves a million stupid promises to go to the gym more.

They roasted the old year like a stale old bag of marshmallows.

With a grunt of effort, Ashley dislodged the metal spiral from her notebook and set it aside. Unlike Josh, she didn’t give into the temptation of reading her old stuff, instead wadding each page up into a tight, miserable ball before throwing it into the flames. Already her palms were streaked with graphite. “Yeah, you couldn’t get rid of your old programming notes fast enough, could you?”

“That,” he said, raising his brightly colored energy drink can to his mouth, “was completely different.”

“Wow.”

“Okay.”

“It was! It absolutely was! I just wanted to pretend like the last couple semesters never happened – you two, on the other hand…” He lifted his other hand too late, one of Ashley’s paper balls bouncing off his forehead and falling to the ground. Chris pretended it’d been enough to knock him out, momentarily ragdolling in his chair before grabbing the ball from the dead, crunchy grass and quickly uncrumpling it. His time was short, he knew, so he read as quickly as he could: “‘Only once the moon hung in the air, a bright and mournful face behind the clouds, did she realize her mistake. To be alone? There, amid the danger pressing down around the estate? Why, it was – ’”

“Agh!” Ashley sprang up from her own seat, grabbing desperately at the piece of paper. “That’s not even funny!” she said, her arms stretching and fingers wiggling as Chris, clearly pleased with himself, leaned farther and farther back in his folding chair to keep it out of her grasp.

He grinned a big, cheesy grin up at her. “Then why are you laughing?”

“I’m not!”

“Think you are, Ash,” Josh teased, and neither of them had noticed him getting up at all, but suddenly he was behind Chris, snatching the paper before Ashley could get at it. “‘Why, it was madness,’” he continued in a true crime narrator’s drone, only the shape of his smirk giving the words any emphasis. “‘After everything she’d seen, everything that had befallen her companions, it was tantamount to offering herself as sacrifice to a vengeful and uncaring god.’ Holy cow, Agatha Christie, the melodrama though. I love – hey!”

But two could play at that game. Er…three. Three could play at that game.

Instead of settling for a single sheet, Ashley grabbed one of Josh’s notebooks wholesale, climbing up onto her chair as though that would prevent either of them from snatching it back out of her hands. She turned to a random page, then, without wasting a second, also began reading. “‘Exterior shot. Old house. Just super, super old. The oldest, most crusty house you’ve ever seen in your life. Ivy vines in the brick, cracks in the window, classic stuff, you know what I mean. The camera pushes into one of the windows, past a giant spiderweb full of gross cocoons, obviously, and into the darkness, where we can just barely see something moving. It’s a monster, and baby, it’s got a mouth full of teeth.’” Her eyebrows went up, but she didn’t have time to make any sort of judgment before Josh grabbed her around the middle.

“There’s a reason I’m burning it, Einstein!” Even though he was clearly struggling under her weight (and the ferocity of her wiggles), Josh let out a clipped laugh, waiting until he got Ashley back onto the ground before getting a hold of the notebook. “Out with the old…” he managed to yank it out of her grip and flung it, metal spiral and all, into the hungry fire. “…in with the new. And for your information? That monster? So many teeth. So many. Audiences just aren’t ready for that number of chompers in one mouth.”

“I do not get it,” Chris said again, and that time when he picked up the page of Ashley’s writing, he dutifully fed it into the fire. “You guys spend so much time being creative and junk! You put so much effort into it, and now you just…what? Sacrifice it to the writing gods? Makes zero sense to me.”

Instead of going back to his own pile of shame, Josh took a detour, circling around behind Chris’s chair and draping his arms around him from the back. Without any sort of pleasantry, he stole the energy drink from his hand and took a long gulp of his own, then gave it right back. “It really is a good thing none of us tried to be psych majors,” he joked, picking up where Chris had begun, “because if any of us had, this would probably be where they went on some kind of long, drawn-out monologue about the inherent shame of creating, and how much you start to hate your own crap when it doesn’t come out perfect the first time. Or maybe they’d say something about how taking the stuff that brings you that shame and destroying it so it can never come back to haunt you is the sort of catharsis that – ”

“Sure is a good thing none of us did try to be psych majors,” Ashley repeated loudly, catching Josh’s eye and sticking her tongue out when he raised an eyebrow. “Look, why did you get rid of all your old class notes and exams?”

Chris’s answer was immediate. “Uh, because I never, ever want to think about any of that stuff again. Ever, if possible.”

“Yeah, well.” She threw another few paper balls into the fire, looking more than a little like someone trying to set the world record for fastest snowball pitches. “Neither do I. I don’t want to think about any of this stuff ever again. I just need it gone. Out of my room, out of my brain, out of my life!” When her pile finally ended, and it was only crisped, brown grass that her fingers found beside her, she smiled and relaxed back into her chair. “And now I have more space in my brain for good stuff this year.”

“What she said,” Josh agreed. “Goodbye, shlock of yesteryear, hello award-winning masterpieces of this year. Hope you two are prepared, because this is the year you become little more than arm candy of the guy who wrote the most messed up horror movie of all time. Without ‘Aw Dang, Look At Those Teeth’ holding me back, it’s just a matter of time before Hollywood’s knocking my door down, looking to get a piece of this.”

Ashley zipped her jacket up a couple more inches, huddling down closer to Chris as a chilly breeze tore past them, making the fire dance. “Arm candy, huh?” she drawled.

“Like two wildly different sized Twix bars,” Chris laughed. “Or maybe Snickers. Since we’re, y’know.”

“Don’t.”

“Y’know…”

“Chris, please. Can we not start this year like – ”

He turned to Josh when it became abundantly clear Ashley didn’t appreciate his A-game. “A little nutty.”

“Not going the M&M route, huh? ‘Melts in your mouth, not in your hand?’”

Ashley also stole Chris’s drink, doing her best to hide her smile by taking a drink while Josh played along. “The whole point of this,” she reminded them once she’d finished, “is to get all the embarrassing crap behind us so we can start fresh for the year. I don’t know about you guys, but honestly, I think this sort of childish back and forth is holding us back.”

Chris and Josh exchanged a brief look, both still snickering (a pun which, if either had said aloud, most certainly would’ve been intended). “You, uh, you wanna throw us in the fire then, Ash?” Josh asked. “I mean, if we’re ruining your clean slate with our – ” As he bent over to toss a handful of loose-leaf into the bonfire, his beanie slid off and fell in as well, the flames consuming it with a soft ‘woosh’ of fabric igniting.

For a moment, the three of them simply watched as the hat caught – then really caught – and it wasn’t until the brief spike of flame lowered again that Chris cleared his throat.

“Oh thank God. That hat was really holding us back from starting the year off right.”

That did it. Once it was sparked for real, the laughter between them only grew and grew, leaving them to curl up contently against one another and in front of what was left of last year, the fire warm but their hearts warmer. And already, they couldn’t wait to do the same thing again next year.

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