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thorin-is-a-cuddler · 4 years ago

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Hero

A/N: (Y/N) is Number eight of the Umbrella Academy siblings. Her power is that she can make people feel things when she looks at them. From pain over warmth to relief. It has been of help to her siblings many times aready. But sometimes it is more fun to mess with them. And that is easily done...

- Diego is having a broody moment in Elliot’s house after the dinner with your father and you are trying to cheer him up now. -

word count: 2780

characters: Diego, (Y/N)

You found Diego lying on Elliott’s bed, a knife between his fingers, his eyes focused on the way he was twirling it around.

He didn’t seem very happy all in all. He had taken a real beating to his self-confidence from his father and you could tell that he was trying not to let it hit too hard to home. Yet it did. And he wasn’t that good at working through those feelings all by himself, had never been. Isolating himself from the others who were cooking in the kitchen was just one way to avoid having anyone else notice his gloom. While some of the others might think it better to leave Diego alone and let him sort it all out, you didn’t share that point of view.

Quietly you closed the door behind you after you had entered the room. You wrapped your arms around yourself, cleared your throat and looked at your brother carefully. He was already looking at you, his lips curled into a very small smile as his eyebrows were raised expectantly. You could see and feel the sadness he was trying so hard to swallow.

“(Y/N),” He addressed you softly while looking at the knife in his hands again, “I know what you will try to do. You don’t have to. Go on, get back to the others. I’ll be fine, I promise.”

Sadly you sighed, your shoulders moving up and down very harshly. In your head, you tried to find the right words to say to him, just anything to get him some relief. You knew he didn’t like it when you used your power on him without consent and you could totally understand that. It just made you crazy that you could so easily help him and he didn’t want it.

“Diego, I-”

“Really, (Y/N), I don’t want you to burden yourself with my- ... feelings. You always try to make everything okay for all of us. And you don’t have to. Some things we just have to figure out by ourselves. I’m just starting to understand that-”

“Would you... shut up for a second?” You said loudly, frustrated by his endless babbling that only made it more and more obvious to you just how small Diego was feeling at the very moment.

He stopped mid-sentence and closed his mouth with a gentle huff. His brown eyes were full of love for you, as they always had been. Still, you were getting the feeling that Diego really was changing. He wasn’t quite as defensive as he usually had been before the 60s. He was trying to work through his defenses to be able to openly show you all more of his love, compassion and trust. That was good. Still, he didn’t have to do it all by himself. Protecting everyone he loved didn’t mean he couldn’t be protected in return.

With another sigh, you walked over to the bed and settled down on the side of it, your face turned towards your brother over your shoulder. He was making more space for you, a slightly tenser expression in his eyes now that he realized you weren’t gonna drop the issue so easily.

“Listen,” you started, turning your face forward again to look at the nervous fingers in your lap, “what Dad said to you was ... it was ... “

Fighting with the words in your head, you looked at him again, despair in your eyes, while you saw the sadness color is own gaze more clearly now.

“Diego, it was complete idiocy!” You exclaimed, anger blooming between your eye brows like a dark flower. “It was the stupidest thing I ever heard an old man say and you know that Five can say some pretty stupid things. You are a hero. You have been always been my hero. I mean, not just mine, but mine in a way you weren’t to others. You were so cool, you never said no when I asked you to pin my stupid Umbrella themed socks to a wall with your knives.”

He chuckled softly at the memory, a bit of his sadness making room for better emotions.

“You always try to do the right thing.” You continued, daring to look at his face again. “You protect people. Not just your family, but other families as well. I mean if that’s not something to be proud of, what is, right?”

Diego’s lip was wavering slightly and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing, but it seemed to you like he was less burdened by self-depricating thoughts than before. You nodded to yourself and tried to decide whether it would be good to take his hand when he made the decision for you. It moved you when Diego’s fingers gently closed around your own, stopping your nervous fumbling and making you look at him.

“And you think you need your power to make people feel better?” His eyes were glowing with fondness, something that happened more often lately than it had before. It was a good change. It was precious.

“Oh,” you made, dropping your face in your other hand with a relieved smile, your cheeks slightly darker than before, “man, I wasn’t sure what the hell to say to make you feel better, but it was all the truth and I’m glad if that reminded you of how great you actually are.”

Diego raised his eye-brows meaningfully and grinned at you. “Yeah, I know, I’m amazing, right?”

“Ooookay, apparently that was a bit too much. Next time I’ll just use my power on you again.” You tried to get up off the bed with a laugh, when Diego pulled you back by your hand, exclaiming his disagreement loudly while also tousling your hair in a playful manner. You were pulling at you arm to get away, when you had an idea all of a sudden. With a smirk you focused on your brother and sent a nice little feeling his way.

He squeaked in a very uncharacteristic manner and pulled his arm back, letting go of your wrist in the process. You snickered to yourself as he gaped at you with an open mouth. This had always been your favorite part of your power when it came to your siblings. You could make them feel better, yes, that didn’t take much effort. But you could also make them feel other things. Maybe take a little detour and cheer them up in a process that took a little longer...

Diego knew just what you had in mind. And he was not in favor of it. That wasn’t very surprising, considering how ticklish he was...

“Don’t you do it.” You saw the glint in Diego’s eyes as he warningly pointed a finger at you. “I swear my revenge will be devastating.”

You barely were able to hold back a grin at his words, rememebering all the tickle fights you had already lost against your beloved brother. Once he hit the right spots, you were out of the game, unable to focus on your power anymore and closing your eyes too much to really use it anyway. He knew just where he had to tickle to make you squeeze your eyes shut and laugh your head off. That was one of the best and worst things about having a brother.

“I can see you smile in that veeeery unsettling way and I tell you no. You will not have fun with it, (Y/N), I swear this time you will regret every single ticklish feeling you send my way because I will tickle you so hard in return you will- GAHH!!”

“You are in a really babbly mood today, aren’t you?” You asked with an innocent smile as Diego started twitching away from invisible hands.

“Plehease don’t!” He giggled when your power started stroking all over his ticklish spots. “Please no tickles! I’m a grown ass mahahan, (Y/N)!!”

“Just a little bit of it right over here.” You grinned when Diego threw himself onto his back on the bed as your tickle mojo circled around his middle. He wrapped his arms around his torso in an attempt to stop the ticklish feeling, but it was useless. He couldn’t stop it and he knew that very well. He had always been your favorite when it came to using that special side effect of your powers. Probably because it had always worked so well on him when it came to a good cheer up.

Laughing so hard his cheeks started to glow in a cute rose color Diego now curled into a tiny ball and hit the sheets with his feet.

“SthaAAHAHAHAP, (Y/N)!! I’M OKAY I SWEEHHEEAR I AM!! NO MOHOHORE BAD MOODS I PROHOHOHMISE!!!” He shrieked with laughter when your tickles reached his upper ribs, poking, prodding and scratching all simultaneously as you just sat there and smirked at your brother’s strong reaction to the tickling.

“Oh come on, it can’t be that bad. This is bad!” You chuckled as your brother started kicking much harder when you jumped on top of him and added your own hands to his sides while your mojo focused completely on his armpits, keeping his useless elbows pinned to his ribs in an attempt to protect himself. He was laughing so hard his eyes stayed squeezed shut and his hair started to get real tousled from him rubbing his head all over the pillow.

You were just pinching his ribs, when Allison opened the door and crossed her arms in front of her chest, clearing her throat audibly. You whipped your head around and lost your focus on your brother for a second. Enough time for Diego to grab you and pin you to his chest with your back against his pecs.

“ALLISON!!” You yelled and immediately tried to worm out of Diego’s embrace so that you could get a good look at him again and continue where you had been so rudely interrupted.

“Oh, how the tables have turned!” Diego murmurred in your ear with a rough laugh and you immediately knew your were doomed.

“Sorry, sis, but saving Diego is the least of an apology I can offer him right now after the way I acted during the... dinner.” She said, unusually soft, making your brother breathe differently for a second. He was just as surprised as you were. Positively so.

“Totally accepted.” He said to Allison, unusually soft as well, making you start kicking harder again. This was ridiculous. Diego was the one who needed some cheering up. You hadn’t signed up for immediate revenge.

“YOU CAN START THINKING OF AN APOLOGY FOR ME RIGHT NOW, ALLISON, YOU HEAR ME!!” You were trashing around way too much, you knew that, it was futile anyway and Diego was only waiting for you to be too weak to fight back properly anymore.

Allison chuckled and leaned down a little to direct her next words at you. “My apology? I won’t rumor you to be more ticklish than you already are, how about that?”

Your eyes widened and your struggles died down for a second. You bit your bottom lip and said. “Yeah please don’t do that...”

Diego laughed at that and growled into your ear, making it impossible for you not to giggle at the slight tickle his beard was producing on your neck.

Allison chuckled as well and started turning around to leave the room again. “No, you’d definitely be a goner if I did that. Have fun, guys.”

“No. ALLISON! DON’T LEAVE ME! NA- GAHAHAHAD NOOOO!! DIEGOOOO!!”

You knew Allison had left the door open on purpose. It probably felt a bit like the good parts of home to your siblings to hear you and Diego have a tickle fight. The sound of the laughter of you two must have been quite nice and reassuring to them. Wonderful. Couldn’t they have had the same response to Diego’s wheezing before?

“Oh, I told you, little sis. This is gonna tickle.” Diego buried his face in your neck and blew a long raspberry, accompanied by the general ticklishness of his beard on your skin while his hands were worming their way under your arms to heighten the ticklish effect even more.

You were an instant mess, your laughter completely out of control as he wrecked you like back in the old days. You couldn’t say that you hated it. You didn’t, despite the struggle you put into your fight against him. You just felt too loved and cherished as his sparkling eyes focused on getting just the right spots and his playful growls showed how much he enjoyed making you laugh like that. Well, maybe you had been in need of a good tickle. Still, it was an outrage that Diego still called you his “little” sister despite you having told him time and time again that you were all the same age.

In an attempt to make him laugh again you tried to fight back by skittering your nails down his ribs when you saw an opening, but he had the upper hand now and easily pushed your hand away before it had the chance to weaken him enough.

“PLEHEHHEASE!! THIS IS MEHEHHEEAN!!”

“Oh, you calling this mean, sweetheart?” Diego chuckled and managed to pin one of your arms down to the mattress, proceeding to tickle you even harder than before with his free hand, five fingers digging right into the spots that made you squeal. “You know what’s mean, is when you’re helpless like this, that’s mean.”

“STAHAHHAP!! DIEGOO PLEHEHEHEASE!!!”

“Just a little bit right over here!” He mimicked your words from earlier and turned you on your back to get at your stomach. You tried to get a good look at him to summon your powers again, but it was no use. You just couldn’t keep your eyes open.

Defeat had to be called when he managed to lift your shirt just the littlest bit and blew a raspberry right on your side. You were screeching with laughter, pushing at his head and trying harder than before to weasel out of his embrace, but it didn’t work. He just kept dipping his head down to brush your belly with his beard and blow tiny raspberries all over the sensitive skin, until all you yould muster in coherent words was “OVER GAME OVER SOLDIER DOWN”.

He actually had mercy then, a sweet smile on his face, as he put his chin up on his hands and crossed them over your belly. You rubbed at your face and groaned. But despite trying to, you could’t keep from laughing a little more, making your brother chuckle as well and playfully bury his face in your stomach. That feeling was enough to make you squeak again which made him lift his head up quickly, a big smile on his features.

“We’re a little sensitive now, huh?”

You mustered your strength and moved closer to ruffle through his hair very wildly with both your hands, making him sigh dramatically and say “Okay, you’re asking for this!” before he buried his face in your stomach again and went back to squeezing your sides with his hands. This time you didn’t last ten seconds before you could barely breathe anymore and tried to pull his hands off of your skin, your laughter adorably tired by now. He moved his head away soon and took his hands off of your ticklish spots with a clear offering of peace on his pleased face. “You had about enough, you little toad?”

You nodded with a giggly wheeze and rubbed at your eyes as he climbed off of you, huffing gently to himself. He scrambled up on the mattress to drop on his back next to you and sent you an affectionate glance. It all felt way too embarrassing to you now that it was over and you hid your face behind your hands with a groan.

“Don’t look at me!”

“Oh, come on,” He laughed and nudged you carefully, “I get to win too once in a while, or don’t I?”

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye and couldn’t keep from grinning now as well.

“Attagirl.” He gently nudged your chin with his fist and your smile grew.

You took your hands away from your face and quickly buried it in his chest, as you threw your arms over his body and snuggled up to him. He let out a loud breath when your knee hit him in the stomach, but merely patted it with a gentle laugh once you were settled and nestled.

“Diego?”

“Hmm?”

“You still are my hero.”

He made a pleased noise and entangled one of his leg with yours. “Even though I am a ticklish hero?”

You smirked into his shirt. “Definitely.”

#diego hargreeves #tua #ticklish!diego #tickling #fluff #tua fluff #imagine #(y/n)#hargreeves siblings #david castaneda #tua fanfic #tickle fanfic

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ruinmylifc · 5 years ago

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[ MUSE 32 ] ●● is that EWAN MCGREGOR? no, that’s just james huntzberger, the 49 year old cismale who is an 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑. some say they’re decadent & stubborn, but their family and friends will swear they’re dauntless & gregarious. when i think of them, i think of late night meetings, royal etiquette, destroyed crowns, silk sheets, screaming matches, family first attitude, breaking the rules & money in abundance. i wonder if HIS family knows that 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄. ●●

presenting, his royal highness, james nicholas frederick renaldi, crown prince of genovia. beyonce vc: bow down bitches i had to do that ok, i had to go extra with that title deal with it.

so james has had a lil revamp ; i lost my mojo with him completely for a long time and was the main reason for a lot of my stress. so i’ve tweaked bits and pieces of him, changed fcs, age, occupation, yada you get the picture? sweet. pls enjoy my fresh prince. i tried to keep it short but uknow, things don’t work out how i want them too often so. ( pinterest )

FULL NAME: james nicholas frederick huntzberger ( born ‘renaldi’ ). NICKNAME: jim, jame, jay, dad, jimmy ( gen only ) . AGE: forty-nine years old. DOB: 28th december, 1969. ZODIAC SIGN: capricorn. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic. OCCUPATION: senior accounting manager at an accounting firm in boston.

GENOVIA.

james is the eldest son and only child of king harold philip alexander and queen anneliese mary renaldi, and also first in line for the throne. a normal life was not set out for him with his parent’s shoving his destiny down his throat and the genovian public watching his every move.

with mention of his parents, they didn’t raise him, as much as they say they did. they spent most of their time during his childhood out with the public, attending to their royal duties while jim was left in the castle, on his own with the nannies and the staff. he doesn’t remember the first couple nannies he had, but when he was around 5, his nanny jasper was his everything.

jasper taught james everything he knows, from royal etiquette, playing soccer, pulling apart and fixing things, how to read properly to discovering his love for puzzles and numbers, the art of flirting ( which came naturally ), exquisite music taste. he was more of a father to jim than his actual father was, and to this day he loves the man to death.

as much as jasper made things fun while learning, his parents were too old fashioned and were rather mean in their teaching ways. during homeschooling, if they were home they would come in and if he was slumping over, they would dig their knee into his back and roll his shoulders back to sit him up straight. or belittling him when he’d forget which fork to use, or wouldn’t ace a test. they were strict, and expected too much from him. needless to say, they filled that emptiness inside of jim where his parent’s affection should have been with presents, so his love for luxury and indulgence came from there.

cliche, but once jim got old enough and was made/allowed to attend the private high school instead of finishing off with homeschooling, he rebelled. he would sneak out of the palace late at night and go drinking with the boys, or skip class to smoke behind the gym. making out with the girls and the guys at the lookout and being the main attraction at the parties. he obviously got a lot of attention, got everything he wanted at home and at school and he thrived.

he’d show up to royal gala’s or public events where he needed to be the prince, not james still drunk or hungover and needless to say there were many screaming matches between him and his parents, all of which made him not want the throne even more. harold and anneliese came to think that it was just a phase that would die out after he was bored with rebellion, so they organised college in america for him.

well, they shouldn’t have done that!

THEY FUCKED UP.

his parents thought that jim would grow bored and sharpen up by spending time away from home and in america, but they were so wrong. james was in his fucking element, partying every night, breaking into buildings for the sake of it, drink driving ( ouch ), rocking out to 80s rock, stick and poke tattoos, sleeping with whoever whenever. there was no slowing down for this prince.

he’s slept with so many people like wow, he’s my biggest hoe and we thought troy was a hoe. wow. he got nothing on this bastard. he would use his title to get him laid a lot of the time. women and men. jim would do the deed, and the second he was finished, he clean up and leave without a word. he was a hump and dumper and if he saw them again, he would act as if he didn’t remember them ( half of the time he probably didn’t ) or would even go to the extent of ‘ugh you’re in my face go away’. nasty nasty.

that was until he met his lovely, beautiful wife genevieve. this bih didn’t give into his charm and that was hot but frustrating so you know, he was in for a challenge and even to this day when is eve not a challenge? lmao no. but honestly, meeting and falling in love with gen was not what jim expected, but man did he fall head over heels. he is a whipped mofo and to this day, still is. gen could say jump and he wouldn’t even ask how high, he’d just do it. maybe probs asks how high atm considering the affair but that’s another story for another day!!

he knew he didn’t want to go back to genovia to learn to be king, but when eve came to him and told him he was pregnant, that was that. his parents didn’t approve of eve, and there was no way they would allow it to happen and with that, james disowned himself from the family or firm as he likes to call it now. sacrificed the throne for the love of his life and family and moved permanently to america.

it is a decision he thinks about often, but he honestly cannot imagine his life any other way and with anyone else by his side. his family is everything to him, and he vowed he would not be like his parents. he wanted his kids to have a proper childhood while still involuntarily enforcing manners, etc and his high standards. but most importantly, he just wants his kids to be happy and healthy and will support them with whatever that may, even if he doesn’t quite agree.

moving to ashcroft was a compromise between gen and him, and tbh he loves it. a short drive to boston with a small town vibe, the only problem is, it’s a small town. everybody hears everybody hence why he keeps his old self locked away, no one knows his past other than gen. wbk gen knows everything ok they inlove kahfkasg

CONNECTIONS.

best friend ( 0/1 ): this is someone jim has known either since college, or even after he moved to ashcroft but they do not know he is a crown prince. they have bro/sis or bro/bro relationship and stick together through everything, but this can be plotted. this is also a confidant, js!

clients ( 0/x ): these this has to do with your muses finances and things like that so i’m sure we can come up with something.

enemies ( 0/x ): one of these is the person gen had an affair with, but this can be somebody he had a disagreement with over their finances, maybe they have different opinions and tend to clash heads, or someone that he’s slept with in the past that he humped and dumped? possibilities are endless.

kids friends/kids relations ( 0/x ): there are obvs a lot of ppl that the huntz kids know or are friends with, but lets talk abt it! how do they know his kids? does jim like them? did they spend a lot of time at his house? did he have to crash their party to drag one of the three home? you tell me.

golf buddies ( 0/2-3 ): ppl that he plays golf with pls and thank u. i feel he likes his golf so lets do it, who else plays golf? go play with dear jim and he’s shout some alcohol.

fix my car ( 0/x ): jim still likes to play around with cars and defs can do a backyard service or repair job on your car, so maybe this is someone that he does this for and they sit and chat with a drink after?

#ashcroftintro.#finally a jim intro i say

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mrneighbourlove · 6 years ago

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Red Typhoon: Ch 8. The Waters of The Red Queen

On the Sea Witch, most were resting in their cabins. The crew would need a few days of rest before traveling to the new destination. Corsaire had plucked a book from King Crimson’s body, which had the location of Adda’s secret island. This had to be where she was keeping Seer. Though, he and the crew would not be able to rescue Seer without proper rest and healing. Everyone was eager to go, but the captain put his foot down and would not budge until his crew was healthy once more. Halvar was resting in the same cabin with Liz. He was rather sore from the fighting, and angry that King Crimson had gotten the best of him. Though, he could not complain too much. After all, Liz was making sure to take care of him, and for some reason, that made his tail wag faster than he thought it would. Bomba, however, thought he was in heaven when Scarlet came back and gave him a huge hug, and squished his face into her tits.

“You should have seen it Bomba! Lex called me her mom! She and Liz were spectacular!”

Revy looked to her dad, and back to Lex, growing the happiest grin. Lex was a tad embarrassed. She had to endure Scarlet gushing about them while her sister stayed with her boyfriend, treating his wounds. “It wasn’t a big deal or anything.”

Revy slapped Lex’s back lightly. “Mom says you and Liz saved everyone’s lives. You did a great job, sis~”

"Aye, I'm sure the lassies were doing their best, though me thinks seeing you in action would have been hot as fuck---" Bomba's words were muffled by Rat.

"Bomba, no cursing in front of the wee ones." Rat told the first mate with a huff. "You know a-better than that."

"Iphms hm demm!"

"What?"

Bomba removed Rat's hand from his mouth.

"I said, 'it's the truth!'"

Scarlet set Bomba down, and gave him a kiss. "Mojo and Juju almost died. Same goes for Halvar. Someone of your size being drained of blood would most likely not have made it. I'm glad you stayed safe on the ship."

Lex looked to Corsaire, who was reading over the book that held all kind of information. Not just on Adda, but on the Kikai Kingdom's military operations, Danjur sail routes, the biggest names of slave traders and their practices in Labyrmma and Al-Daida, and even the most value of navy officers families in case they were taken for ransom, including Corsaire's own. She cleared her throat to get his attention. "We did good, right?"

"I don't know, you see me produce ten times the blood of a normal man when me's very excited in the great down under---HMPH!" Rat covered Bomba's mouth again, and then smaller man nipped at his friend's hand. "Damn it, Rat! Stop that! The girls are old enough and know what sex is!"

"Keep your naughty thoughts to ye self when around the wee ones."

"... oooh, so you're saying me should dirty talk Scarlet in the bedroom?"

"Good water spirit, help us." Rat muttered under his breath.

Corsaire was so deeply into the book that he almost did not hear Lex.

"Oh? What? Oh! Yes, you and your sister did very well." Corsaire looked up from the book to Lex. "You need to rest though. Facing Adda is not going to be easy for either of you."

"I want to know your plan. Are we facing her alone?"

"Adda has the Wind Waker." Corsaire shut the book for a moment. "Our first objective is to get that out of her hands or else, she has the larger advantage. True, the sails that I collected are fast, but I don't know how they will fair against the Wind Waker. It's wind versus speed in our case. I have the Danjuran and Hylian navy heading to the location as well, but will not enter until they see my ship."

Lex gave a silent nod. Her somberness was joined by Scarlet's own. The door was arriving closer and closer that they'd face Adda. Scarlet walked towards the captain, her heavy heart bringing weight to every step she took. "If we're lucky, we can catch her off guard. Captain Corsaire, but if I may have your word on something. Most of the Gerudo on that island aren't fighters. If we give Adda a little time so see us coming, she should be able to evacuate my tribe underground. I just ask we don't bomb the island."

"Aye, Scarlet, we don't kill innocents." Corsaire stood from his seat and put a hand on her shoulder. "We're not going to harm anyone as long as they don't try to harm us. You have my word on that."

"Thank you. When all this is over, they might need some guidance."

"Guidance?" Corsaire repeated. "What do you mean, Scarlet?"

"If Adda isn't there anymore, and you don't want them to seek revenge..." Scarlet took a sigh, having time to think about this. She looked at Revy and Rat, as well as Lex, and even glanced at Bomba. This might hurt them, but it was on her mind. "...they'll need a strong role model to lead them to good lives and set up a new system to govern themselves. A least for a while."

"... you want to stay on the island."

"I think it's what I need to do for a while."

Revy stood a little fast. "Mom? Are you serious?"

"It's your decision, Scarlet." Corsaire told her. "Like I said, we will not harm the innocents. Though, if Adda has hurt Seer in any way," His metal fingers curled into a fist. "I'll kill her myself."

Scarlet didn't say anything. She didn't want to argue. Revy walked towards her, taking her hands. "Mom. I'm sure that we can have someone else govern. You got a family back home."

Scarlet pushed the hair out of Revy's eyes, giving a light smile. "It's something I need to think about. And it wouldn't be too long if I did."

"You promise you'll take the time to think of both sides? I'm sure Bomba would love to move back with use to Uskar if it meant being with you."

Scarlet gave a light laugh. "Now that's not fair. Using manipulation. Mousa teach you that?"

"Hey!" Rat crossed his arms. "Manipulation? She learned that all on her own."

"Either way, we'll have someone take care of your affairs in Uskar if you do decide to stay on the island after the battle."

"I taught her that." Lex said, with a perfectly proud smile.

Scarlet shook her head, and gave Revy a hug. "Let's just get through this all first."

Liz finished her nap with Halvar. Her next step was getting him clean. Taking him to the shower, he wasn't sure what the purpose was, until she started to taking his bloody clothes off. "Hold still, I need to give you a bath."

"Ow, ow, ow..." Halvar tried to keep his winces to the minimum. He healed faster than the usual human because he was a Direnor, but that did not mean that pain was not present. Groaning, the young prince gave a small chuckle. "You know... I envisioned you taking off my clothes a little differently."

Liz felt her cheeks flush, so she started by spraying him with cold water. "You want to stay warm smart guy?"

"YIP!" Halvar yelped when the cold water hit him. "Okay, okay, okay!" The fox pouted at her.

Liz switched to hot water and started to sponge his wounds, and than working on his furry tail. "You made me worried sick. I thought that madman killed you for sure."

"Direnors are resilient, Liz, I'll be all right." Halvar purred slightly as the water turned warm. "I'm sorry that I worried you."

"I had to save your cute little ass." Liz scrubbed harder with the sponge, really cleaning out the blood stains in Halvar's tail.

"I have fought Frost Ones, monsters of the ice, and trained against other Direnors, but I guess I'm not that good against magic."

"Well, I sure turned up the heat against that bastard. No one hurts my Halvar."

"Hrm, you looked very ravishing doing so as well." Halvar continued to purr softly as Liz rubbed his tail and his skin. "You know, I have a good idea I think you might like."

"What's that?"

Without warning, Halvar pulled Liz into the shower with a grin.

"You in here with me."

Liz gasped as she became soaked. Her hair became a mess and her clothes got so wet, Halvar could see her nipples bleed through her tank top. The Gerudo officer gasped as her lover had the balls to pull that off. "I'm soaking wet! You naughty man."

"Only on your skin, my beautiful lady." Halvar nibbled on her ear lobe. "I need to make you wet inside too, don't I?"

"Halvar..." Liz pressed her hands against his chest. Her lover had been so, so patient with her. But they both knew that they were coming closer and closer to a beautiful moment of passion. "We can't have sex on the shi-AH!" The Gerudo gave a yip as Halvar nibbled her ear.

"Heh, ever heard the saying of 'what he don't know, won't hurt him'?" Halvar nuzzled her neck.

"Halvar. I.... I want you. Forgetting all the teasing my sister does... I do want to know what sex is like. With you... because you've made me trust you with the fact that you could never hurt me." Before Halvar could pounce her, she held a firm hand on him. "But I respect my Uncle. I don't want to be kicked off the mission. I need to face my mother."

"... I understand." Halvar pulled his nose away from her neck, her sweet scent getting the best of his urges. "You have to stop playing with my tail like that, though, because um..." He cleared his throat. "It's almost like a... 'happy trigger' if you know what I mean."

Liz let go of his tail. "I'm sorry. I'm... I'm scared Halvar. I'm scared about how this is going to go down. I want Adda to pay for abandoning me. But I want her to answer every question I have for her. She needs to give me the time. I won't be denied. I can't be denied."

"Hey, hey," Halvar pulled her closer, having her forehead against his. "Sometimes life won't give you all the answers, and other times, you wish you didn't know what you did. It's a strange thing." His blue eyes looked at her gold ones. "I don't know how it's going to go down either, but... does it make you feel better knowing I'm here?"

"It does. I love you. I don't say that often enough to you."

"I love you too, Elizabeth." Halvar smiled at her. "Listen, I'll be here no matter what, okay? Foxes are stubborn that way, you know. Keep trying and trying and trying, until success. I guess I'm just a bit more patient than some foxes because, well..." He turned slightly red. "I waited on you a long while, didn't I?"

"You have. And I promise, when we make it through this, and we get off this boat, you're gonna rock my world you beautiful fox." Liz gripped Halvar and gave him a deep kiss, letting the shower pelt them.

Adda starred in disbelief around the table of pirate captains. Her capo’s had gathered at her word. They dared not question her any longer. They saw how dangerous she could be seven years ago when she brutally executed two captains who dared wish to abandon her rule. She was currently over the battered body of a messenger, the last surviving member of King Crimson’s crew.

“I don’t want you to be alarmed. This piece of shit was a coward. He told me how he abandoned his Capo. Now, we all know what we do to cowards, don’t we.”

The other captains nodded, agreeing with Adda. She dropped a bloody bat and put both her hands on the table. “Now I have sources telling me, that a massive navy is coming here. All because King Crimson couldn’t keep things together. In his death, he’s fucked things up for us. But things aren’t impossible to fix. We’re the richest, biggest brotherhood of pirates in the world. We control the ocean. We control whole islands. Nobody fucks with us.”

She slammed her hand on the table, startling a few. “WHO FUCKS WITH US?!”

“No one!” The captains shouted back.

“That’s fucking right. Now, I want whatever scouts you can muster to bring as many men and ships here as you can. We got cannons. We got mercenaries. We got the absolute firepower to tear these fucks apart! Do you here me?! Once this is over, no one can stop us from taking more wealth! NO ONE WILL FUCK WITH US!!! NOW GO!!!”

The other captains rushed out, and Adda turned heel, walking back to Seer. She got a line of cocaine and put it on their table. King Crimson’s death was getting to here. The navies of Hyrule and Danjur finally found her island home. They must have. That Lorleidian fucker was one of the few who knew how to find her. He could find a needle dropped in the ocean, so if that bastard Corsiare had his book of secrets, than he certainly could find her. Relax. She had to relax.

Seer's senses were as keen as ever and he smelled the drugs. It made him feel sick to his stomach. Back in his days at the brothel, there was no telling what those slave masters gave to him. Opium was usually the drug which calmed him most, but he did recall some cocaine and possibly some heroin. In a twisted sense of humor, Seer used to call it the 'high of the day'.

"Adda..." Seer tried to keep his voice from shaking or sounding uneasy. "Do you... really need to do those drugs? It's dangerous."

Adda almost never used drugs. And she never did them around Seer before. She snorted a line and looked back to him, shaking her head. "F-FUCK!" She peered at him, like he was unpleasant fart in the wind. "My whole life is dangerous. My new slogan. Let's. Get. Dangerous."

"Adda, that stuff is addictive." Seer frowned at her attitude. "I... was an addict for years. Please don't go down that road."

"WHY NOT!" She turned on him, her emotions riling up. "It's making me feel ALIVE! And god knows how long I have to be, with your little bitch ass, fucking swine squealing cunt Captain Corsaire arriving soon. He wants my head on his wall! He's bringing the fucking navy, because he killed King Crimson. More like peasant maroon! I trusted that dickhead with this location, with the infrastructure of booking and secrets. And Corsaire blew him the fuck up! I have word that the navies of Hyrule and Danjur are coming here. HERE SEER!"

"... Captain Corsaire won't hurt your people, Adda." Seer kept his head, not wanting to rile her up further than she already was. "The navy won't either as long as they don't attack them. If you handle this with a peaceful manner, then nothing will happen."

"Oh right. I can just tell him to fuck off and he'll look past that he sees me as a criminal. What the fuck kind of peace do you think is coming out of this? Huh? HUH?!" Adda gave him a push. She leaned down to take another shot of cocaine.

"You are a criminal, but that doesn't mean Corsaire isn't without mercy." Seer tried to reason with her. "Think of your people. If they attack, you're not going to win. Not with the Hylian and Danjuran navy at his back." At the shove, he furrowed his brows, his sensitive ears hearing her move to take another hit. Knocking all the powder off the table into the floor, Seer growled at her. "Do you want the twins to see you as a doped up druggie mother?!"

"I'm not a fucking druggie!" Adda scowled at him. "And now you ruined the fucking coke you cunt! Not gonna lap it off the ground." She paced the room, not calm and now drugged up as well. "You want me dead. He wants me dead. I've never had the chance to be a mom because I have the stress of being a fucking Queen who wanted to save and rule the sea. Fucking Onsluaght making me go to war. Fucking Seth for abandoning my children. AND YOU!" Adda turned on Seer, grabbing a fistful of cocaine, dangerously waving it around Seer. "Fucking you for never loving me. You piece of shit. You colossal waste of my time. You've never supported me! You manipulate me! Belittle me!"

"You're turning into one!" Seer argued. "Corsaire won't kill you as long as you hand me over! If you're afraid of being captured, then run! Just let me go and they might forget about the whole thing! Stay here and no more pirating! Don't risk getting killed!" When she started shouting at him, he yelled back. "I did love you for a time, but you broke my heart when you abandoned the girls and then I found out they weren't mine! You're the piece of sh---"

The man could have kept his wits about him if it was not for the cocaine. Seer could smell the drugs and panicked. It was an instant fight or flight response. His facial expression said it all. Without thinking twice, he punched Adda in the face and ran for the door. He didn't even bother discarding his clothes before seeking refuge in the water.

Adda held her face, and with her emotions out of wack, she started to cry. "FUCK YOU SEER! FUCK YOU!" Adda grabbed her rifle and took aim. Another change, normally she wouldn't shoot him, but do to that punch he threw, and the drug fueled high, she shot Seer in the leg as he was ten meters away from the water.

She slowly took her time to get to the beach and drag him by the hair to a bunker. "Belittle me again. Punch me again. And I will shower cocaine on you."

"GAH!!!" Seer screamed when the bullet struck his leg. Grimacing, he held the bullet wound, trying to stop the flow of blood. When Adda started to drag him by the hair, he actually snarled. If she was going to fight Corsaire, it would be better to end it now. The lives of his crew, his daughters, the innocents here were at stake. Seer did not want anyone to get hurt. A leg for a leg, he thought, as his sharp teeth grew in his mouth... and he clamped down. Hard.

Adda screamed. And with that bite, she kicked him, driving her foot down on his temple. "BASTARD!"

Despite the pain, Seer still held on as tight as he could. It took a lot to knock him out unless it was drugs. So many years in the brothel, so much pain and despite, he had a high tolerance for it. He had to immobilize her somehow, someway. His hands held onto her belt so she could not get away. Despite the bullet in his leg, Seer was able to get to his knees and tried to pull Adda toward the water.

Adda fell down, terrified of being ripped apart. "Let go! LET GO OF ME SEER!"

"RRRRRRRR!!!" Seer's transformation was becoming more apparent. Even his voice was distorted, growls coming forth from his mouth. "You have kept me captive, so now I will keep you under the waves. They will hold you, just as you've held me."

Adda knew that she was left no choice. Taking her revolver, she fired a shot point blank into the top of Seer's head. She held a tiny bit of hope that he was tough enough to take it and keep his stupid little brain in tact, but not enough to keep standing for the next hour.

"ARGH!" Seer screamed and released her leg with his teeth. If he was not partly transformed with thicker bones, it would have killed him. At least with the rushing adrenaline, he was able to apply the old concept of 'mind over body'. He hobbled his way to the water, diving beneath the waves. Once the transformation was complete, Seer rested in the deepest area he could swim to recover.

"You... piece of shit. Wanker. Go away. Better negotiating that way." Adda dragged herself up the beach. Fine. He could swim about. Maybe even away when Corsaire arrived. The Pirate Queen looked back to the ocean, and she collapsed against in her bed alone. She could deal with her very own apocalypse in the making in the morning.

Bakura felt... empty. He didn't expect to, but he did. Without the constant mental guard against Seth needed any longer, he felt a void. There was all this peace he didn't know what to do with. His mind tried to focus on the mission at hand. He had so much space to think now. Today was the day. He noticed other naval ships gathering. Very soon, they'd come face to face with Adda again.

Walking to the bridge, he checked on his gear as he waved Corsaire over. "Captain. How are you feeling?"

"Anxious." Captain Corsaire looked at the horizon. The destination was close. He took a sharp inhale. "I'm worried that Adda might have gotten news of us and hurt Seer. Or killed him. To spite me."

"What if she.... disposed of Seer. One way or another years ago?"

"Then she'll never see the inside of a cell." Corsaire's voice was cold and angry. "I'll kill her."

"And if she has let him live this entire time?"

"If Seer is alive and unharmed, then I'll reconsider." Corsaire took his original place back at the wheel to guide the ship. "I won't hurt any innocents, but she needs to hand over Seer without a fight or else."

"Well, I know you didn't bring this navy for just one man." Bakura closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He knew how things would play out. With a smile, he gestured at his clothing. It was much whiter, cleaner in design. "Do you like it? Thought it worked better with my mental space now."

"No... I brought it because I know Adda, more than likely, will fight." Corsaire chuckled at Bakura's little flare of fashion. "It suits you well."

"Thank you. It's..." Bakura made a twirl of his hand around his head. "Some getting used to."

"I have one suggestion," Corsaire took off the bandanna from around his neck. He always wore an extra one in case one of his men needed it. Tying it around Bakura's head, he then said, "There."

"It's like having an evil brother for so long. Now he's gone and I don't know if I miss him or if I'm relieved. I don't suppose you know what I'm talking-" Bakura paused as Corsaire put the bandana around his head. "Why are you giving me this?"

"Heh, I had a brother too, you know. Younger, more ambitious, and... a slight sociopath." Corsaire told Bakura as he fixed the ends of the bandanna a bit more straight. "Gharhad was willing to sacrifice his moral grounds in exchange for money. Trafficked drugs, slaves, killed innocents, raped women... he was killed by the Lorleidian queen years before I met my wife for raping her sister." He admitted. "Yes, I do miss him, but I missed the man he used to be, not the one he became." Then he explained. "Well, all members of my crew have one. It's about time you did."

"I... I don't know if I was Seth. Or if Seth was someone else. I can't help but wonder if its my fault he took on all my hatred. All my rage. If he had a separate soul... than I hope he has peace. Even for a bloodthirsty psychopath." Bakura felt the headband and gave a bow. "Thank you Captain."

The crew started to gather on the deck as a thick layer of fog rolled in. They had arrived at the barrier. Revy gave Lex and Liz a firm smile. "Listen. No matter what happens, I'll look after you two."

Liz gave a worried look. "Don't do anything stupid. You have promise that you won't take any hits for us again."

"Well, I'm not sure about-"

"Promise us."

Revy gripped her sword handle, and gave a tiny nod. "Ok. I promise."

Her sword hand was slightly shaking. She was worried about dying on this mission. About leaving others behind. Looking to Halvar, she gave a slight worried smile. "Hey Halver. I know that Lex has guys waiting for her, and you got Liz. I don't suppose you heard about anyone waiting for me back home have you?"

"I can think of a few people who admire the lovely Revy." Halvar assured his friend. "Though they're right, you know. You don't need to play hero this time. Liz and Lex have their magic to help them, and you need to focus on keeping yourself safe. There's going to be a lot going on during this battle. We can watch out for each other, but most importantly, watch out for yourself."

"He's right," Rat told his daughter. "So you be careful."

"I will be careful. Trust me." They watched as two ships full of magicians from Hyrule started to dispel the barrier.

Adda was pacing her runway. At the edge of her island, she constructed an artificial metal bridge for ships and blimps to dock at, as well as artillery cannons for defense. Her armada of pirates were stationed around the island. The perfect barrier that surrounded her island started to flicker, breaking the illusion of peace. She had run out of time. Taking the Wind Waker, she needed her hostage. With a grin, she had one of her men track Seer's sent, and with the flick of her wrist, she cast a melody. A torrent of water cast Seer outwards from the water, and as he was shot from the ocean, Adda fluttered his whale body onto the bride with a hyper strong current of air. "Change back. Unless you want to have all your blubbery ears go ballistic when I play my next beat."

Seer was growling furiously in his whale form. He tried to bob back over to the water but Adda was not having it. The Direnor even tried snapping at her, but still the wind kept him away. So, he was forced to change back into his usual form.

"What?" Seer spat. "What now?"

"How's that leg?" Her own leg still had his bite marks clearly visible.

"What do you care?"

"Pick him up." Two Iron Knuckles in red armour hogtied Seer into chains. They made sure it would hurt if he tried to transform, as the shackles had tiny spikes. They'd dig in if he grew bigger. Adda grabbed Seer's cheeks and squeezed them with one hand, like he was a naughty child. "Cheer up sunshine. The day we've been waiting for has finally arrived." She motioned the two iron knuckles to hold Seer closely.

In a surprise move, Adda flicked the Wind Waker, and dropped the barrier, saving Corsaire half an hour. Her platform was five stories higher than any regular ship. "Come on. Bring my girls here...."

"...?! What?!" Seer nearly lunged forward at Adda, but the two Iron Knuckles held him back. "Elizabeth and Alexandria?! They're here?!"

Adda walked to the edge of the bridge, and taking out a telescope, watched Corsaire's ship in the distance, along with a large navy of her enemies. "I wonder what he's thinking. How he should have taken the kiss with me seriously? Oh I bet he's pissed. Well, tough. Now where are my girls. Get closer so I can see them."

"... he's probably thinking about putting a bullet between your eyes." Seer said bluntly. "If he has the navy behind him, and I know he does cause I can sense the ships, then you better just do what he says. Wind Waker or not... I sense magic with him."

"I have a legion."

One of her Gerudo pirates ran to Adda, a tinge of fear in her voice. "My Captain. The other ships are requesting your orders."

"Don't fire until they fire. They launch one flare, decimate them. But keep our hands off the trigger for now."

"Understood."

As Adda looked back, she noticed how fast Corsaire's ship was traveling towards her. Taking a look at his sails, she shook her head in disbelief. "Damn. He got all the magic sails."

Seer snickered when Adda mentioned the sails. Years ago, Corsaire mentioned he would like to collect all of the remaining sails. Of course, the Direnor never thought he'd do it once he became a family man. Maybe he gathered them all to combat Adda.

"Speed versus the wind. How interesting." The Direnor had an amused smirk on his face. "The Sea Witch is an old ship, but be warned, Adda. You've never seen her in action. Corsaire built that ship himself. It's never lost a battle."

"Yeah. As long as he doesn't do anything stupid, he can keep his ship." Adda peered through with her telescope, and she saw Bakura was doing the exact same thing to her. Both dropped their scopes, looking off in the closing distance at each other with their own eyes. Adda's wit in her voice dropped. "Bakura..."

"What I meant was, the Sea Witch is called that for a reason---what?!" Seer perked up when he heard Bakura was on the ship. "Oh, thank the goddesses and gods, he's looking after the girls."

Adda looked again to see her daughters. They were looking at her. Scanning the rest of the ship, she saw Corsaire's original crew, as well as Scarlet. It hurt Adda to see her old friend here. "Looks like everyone you know is here Seer. One big family reunion."

The Gerudo Queen closed the scope, and taking out the Wind Waker, flicked it in a horizontal motion. She was conducting the air to give her perfect clear communication to Corsaire for when she yelled down.

Everyone on the boat now had a clear view of Adda, but not yet Seer. The tension filled everyone as they sailed next to the battle bridge.

"Cap'n," Rat stood beside of Corsaire. "You think we's going to be able to get through dis without blood?"

"That's up to Adda," Corsaire held the wheel steady. "If she has hurt Seer in any way... or if she killed him... she's not leaving this place alive."

"... I understand, cap'n."

"Remember our motto?"

"Aye, cap'n." Rat repeated the words that held their crew together. "No cause justifies the torment of innocents."

"Aye." Corsaire told him. "Get ready."

Adda raised her hands in a grand gesture. "Twenty years Captain Corsaire! Been a long time, hasn't it!"

"Not long enough." Corsaire replied with a frown. "I'm not here for idle talk or pleasantries, Adda. Where is Seer?"

Adda smiled, tilting her head. "You really want to know? I suppose it is why you came here. No point in teasing you any longer. Don't mind the chains. Just for show. Seer's a slippery son of a bitch." The Gerudo captain motioned for her two ironed guards to drag Seer into view. Their grip on him was absolute.

"Seer..." Mojo breathed, feeling relief at seeing his old brother-in-arms. "He's okay... and he grew a beard!"

"He's alive, cap'n." Juju whispered to Corsaire. "Not hurt, from what me sees."

Corsaire did his best to show no reaction. It would only give Adda a twisted sense of pleasure. Yet, his grip on the wheel tightened.

"I do not wish to fight anymore than you do, Adda." Corsaire stated his intentions clearly. "I have orders from the Hylian Navy, the Danjuran Navy, and the kingdom of Labrynna to obliterate you. However, if you return Seer, then I will order the ships under my command to turn around and you will not see me again."

"HA! Do you know who the hell you're taking to? I'm the Red Queen of the Sea. You don't think I've acquired the firepower to sink every ship out there coming closer?"

"ADDA! You can stop this now!"

Adda was taken aback when Scarlet spoke to her, but she didn't show it. Her face was neutral as she looked Scarlet in the eyes. "I'm going to tell you this once. You do not have the right to speak to me that way. Not anymore. Now be silent Scarlet."

Scarlet closed her mouth, as if Adda's word was law. The Gerudo Captain shook her head. "No. I've worked too hard to listen to petty threats Corsaire. I want one thing. I'll even give you Seer for it."

Adda pointed to her twins. "Girls. Come here."

"Don't you dare!" Seer spoke up when he heard Adda's demand, thrashing in the hold of the Iron Knuckles. "You're not taking them! Bakura!!!" He shouted across the water. "Don't let her have them!!! She'll use me to get to them---" He was cut short by a punch from one of the Iron Knuckles.

Liz and Lex flinched as Seer was punched. They had waited so long to see him again. But another reason they traveled all this way, faced perilous danger, and given up so much of their lives to training was to confront Adda. Liz clenched her fist. This was their chance. "We accept Adda!"

"What?!" Corsaire turned and looked at the girls, mouth agape.

"WHAT?!" Rat nearly bellowed. "You can't do dat! You know how Adda plays these games! She'll find a way to trick you and keep Seer! Hold him captive to get you two to a-do what she wants!"

Groaning, Seer had a little blood run down his chin from a busted lip, yet he heard what Liz said.

"What are you doing?!"

Lex shouted up to Seer. "This is why we came here. Anyone one who's stupid to try and stop us can try." She raised an icy hand to Rat and Corsaire when they took a step towards them. Revy was terrified at her friends actions, thinking they were going mental. Adda, however, was ecstatic. "That's my girl..."

Liz took a deep breath. "We’re confronting here. Step aside."

"... no pressure, but don't screw up." Corsaire muttered under his breath. He then turned to Adda. "Your ship or mine?"

"Rather simple, climb up girls." Adda motioned some of her crew to throw down a trolley. Liz and Lex looked to everyone on the crew and smiled with reassurance. Climbing on the small trolley, before Corsaire could protest the unfairness, Adda had her girls pulled up. It took two minutes to carry them up, but once they arrived, Lex and Liz rushed Seer for a hug. Seven years of isolation from their father, now finally reunited. Adda allowed them to do so.

Due to the chains, Seer could not hug his girls, but so at ease when the twins wrapped their arms around him.

"Oh, my precious girls... by the spirits, you're both grown!" Seer kissed Lex's forehead and Liz's. He was trying his best not to get emotional, but his voice cracked. "I have so many questions, so much I want to know, but you two shouldn't be here. I don't want Adda manipulating you."

"I missed you Daddy." Lex kissed his cheeks back.

Liz nuzzled herself against Seer, and whispered so softly in his ear. "Trust us. We aren't leaving you again."

Adda slapped her hands together and rubbed them together. "Okay. A deal's a deal."

She gave a whistle, and before the girls could react, her Iron Knuckles took Seer and threw him over board next to the sea witch. Adda laughed as she threw the key to his shackles down towards Corsaire.

"SEER!!!" Corsaire threw off his hat and commanded. "Bomba!!! Take the wheel!!!"

"Aye, aye, cap'n!!!"

Luckily for Seer, he could hold his breath a long while. He sensed movement in the water and then felt arms around him. Captain? What was he doing in the water?! He had to command the ship! Corsaire fumbled with the chains before finally unlocking the lock. Pushing off the ocean floor, Corsaire helped to pull Seer to the surface.

"You bitch!!!" Corsaire bellowed from the water and spouted bitterly. "No wonder you couldn't hang onto the twins or your men! If this is what you do to those around you, then fuck you! Fuck your ship, fuck this so called title of queen of the seas! You're nothing but a dirty, lying, two-timing whore that not even the kraken itself would eat off the ocean floor!!!"

Adda flicked her Wind Waker, and a strong wind cut his voice off from reaching her. She looked at the girls, for the first time really looking at them. Liz and Lex looked so much like her, especially Liz. The girls felt the tension in the air, but all three were speechless, coming to terms with where they were in life.

Adda sighed, giving a faint smile, and found herself the first to speak. "My girls.... I've waited so long for this moment. The three of us. You’ve grown up wonderfully."

To her surprise, and even Liz's, Lex was the first to reply, rather bitterly in fact. "No. You don't get to do that mom. You don't."

"She's right Adda. What, in the past twenty years, makes you think that you deserve us."

Adda looked around, knowing this wouldn't be easy. She had to recollect her thoughts. "You don't think I didn't try? You don't think I don't know how to be a proper mother to you two? Do I look like some normal human being to you?"

"I wanted any mother in my life! What about that was so hard for you?" Lex spat through gritted teeth.

"So what, being a pirate meant so much to you?"

"I was thrust into this life. I was thrust into being a mother to you two. Than, I was thrust into a war. I wasn't going to raise you two in a bloody conflict. I had no idea Seer was going to take you both away from me!"

"So you decided to kidnap him?! To punish him?! Do you have any idea in that stupid head of yours how his disappearance affected us?!" Liz screamed towards Adda, her fury building.

"He hurt me. He stabbed me in my heart. Of course I had to punish him. He took me away from the two things I care about the most. That I've dedicated my life towards."

Lex shook her head. "What are you talking about mom?"

"All of this! The control. The riches. The power! I couldn't be a normal mother, so I built this society all for you two!" Adda looked pleading, her eyes tired, yet hopeful. "You two deserve the seas, and I wanted to give them to you. I wanted to give you the greatest gift I could to make up for my short comings. I know you two have the charm and power to rule. I give it to you willingly. Because I love you two."

Liz and Lex were dumbstruck. Adda had sacrificed so much happiness of herself and other beings, all for them. It was then both came to the realization of what they felt for her. Pity. Liz couldn't take it, and her face crumbled apart. "All these years... all this suffering. And for what? A grand prize. All we wanted was you mom. You as a mother in our lives."

Adda relinquished the hand she stretched out towards them, overwhelmed by rejection. She could see it in their faces. "Lex... Liz.... I did it all for you."

Lex shook her head, and she was the first to bring magic to her hands. "Mom. Please come with us. It's over. I can try to get you the help you need in prison."

"Girls... you're breaking my heart."

"You broke mine." Lex had tears falling down her face.

"... I tried to tell you so many times, Adda." Seer called to her from the water. "Why do you think I kept telling you, over and over, that you lost your chance? The girls don't care about a crown, or riches, or even power. All they wanted was someone to love them. They just wanted a normal mom. A mom."

Adda face looked like a sad madness filled her expression. She reached a hand towards the girls. Scarlet and Bakura were overwhelmed by shock. "She's going to give it up..."

"My girls... what.... what have I-

And perhaps Adda would have seen the light, if hell didn't break loose. Flying through the clouds on death's wings, Onslaught, Terror of the Sky and Sea, descended upon the navies of the free governments. This was the moment he was waiting for. His enemies didn't expect him, and with a blast of plasma, he tore apart the capital Danjur cruise ship. His crew of Aeralfos dropped bombs they carried, flying fast and hard against other ships. In retaliation, one of the Hyrule’s ships fired at Adda's bridge. The shot knocked Adda back, and sent the twins falling back into the water.

Just as Rat pulled Corsaire and Seer onto the Sea Witch, the bombs caused all the crew members to topple over onto the deck.

"WHAT THE EVER LIVING FUCKITY BALLS OF FIRE IS GOING ON?!?!" Bomba yelled as he climbed back to the wheel on Corsaire's ship, the ensuring blast having knocked the crew off their feet. "Acrobat! Release the sails!!!"

"She's attacking us!" Corsaire pointed to the dragon. "That thing is under her command---" He was cut short when one of the blows struck near Adda's ship.

"It's Onslaught." Seer told the captain, a look of panic in his eyes. "The girls! We need to the girls and get out of here!"

Adda had no idea that Onslaught attacked first, only seeing the shot from the enemy navy. Her crew pulled her to her feet. "Captain! Your orders!"

The Pirate Queen golden eyes burned, and she screamed out her command. "All ships! Kill the invaders! Get the villagers underground! And bring me Corsaire's head!"

Onslaught flew by, seeing Adda still held the Wind Waker. "All of our enemies are here."

"Spread my order."

"Of course." Onslaught flew around the legion of pirate ships. "Kill them all! Take no prisoners! And remember! HAVE FUN!!!"

#crossover #ridersoftheapocalypse #Parent Child issues #Captain Adda #Seer #Bakura Saibot #Corsaire #Rat #Scarlet #Liz and Lex #Revy #Bomba #Onslaught: Terror of the Sky and Sea #Gerudo #Big Battle Coming #Give your comments!

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FIC: Dance with the Devil (7/7)

Title: Dance with the Devil Fandom: SWTOR Pairing: Theron Shan/f!Jedi Knight Genre: Angst, H/C, Action, Fluff Synopsis: Like everything in his life, Theron's biggest problems were somehow of his own creation. Warnings: See Part 1

It was the scent of her close by that roused him.

Usually it was a faint clean smell of Trillium soap, a lingering scent of metal polish from the pristine maintenance of her lightsabers, combined with something fresh and sharp — almost like the fresh cut grass on an Alderaanian summer day. All of those were there, but the scent of the soap was hardly detectable, almost drowned out by the tang of sweat, grime, and the antiseptic and sterile smell of the medbay. The warmth of a body pressed close was almost enough to lull him back to sleep, but he found himself cracking his eyes open anyway.

The sight that greeted him was not an unwelcome one. A smaller lithe body was firmly snuggled into him, with her blond head pillowed on his arms. So close he could feel every exhale of the heavy breaths of deep sleep combined with the uncomfortable sensation of a thin line of drool dripping down from her mouth onto his bicep.

Approaching a year in to their time on Odessen, it was an increasingly familiar sight for him to wake up to, but one that had yet to lose its charm completely. Although he did find the image a bit more adorable when the drool was puddling on a pillow rather than his arm, but considering the circumstances, it was a small price to pay. He wasn’t sure the last time he had seen her resting quite so comfortable, certainly not since Valkorion had made his reappearance. That she was doing so now, despite the events of the past few days, lit a fire deep within his belly.

Her pallor had improved some since the last time he was awake, a hint of her normal color starting to surface beneath the unhealthy gray that had taken up residence. Apparently her prediction about Valkorion’s dedication to preserving the health of the body he had taken up residence in was proving accurate. A fact he was both comforted and still very disconcerted by. He hated that the monster that had nearly broken her once before was free to continue poking at her mind on a daily basis — but Theron couldn’t help but find the smallest bit of relief in the fact that there was a power out there beyond himself trying to keep her on this plane of existence. At least for now.

Theron had no delusions that the evil presence that had devoured every soul on Ziost had suddenly turned over a new leaf out in the depths of Wild Space. Whatever the malevolent spirit was up to, it definitely didn’t have the best intentions in mind for the woman that was resting peacefully in his arms. Every single thing that Theron had been able to unearth about the Sith once known as Vitiate had led him to believe that every action taken was to further his own goals. That, combined with Dirai’s mad ramblings about the spirit’s future plans for his current host, had Theron forcing himself to keep from pulling her tighter into his embrace.

Ever since he had first set foot on Odessen, there had been an almost queer sense of belonging for the former spy. Prior to his time with the Alliance, the SIS had been the closest that he’d ever felt like he had been a part of something bigger than himself, like he had been making a difference in the galaxy at large. If he didn’t quite have the words for how that simple act of acceptance from the odd collection of individuals that made up the organization they were both now leading, then the definition for what he felt for the woman next to him eclipsed even that. He’d never had the normal family life growing up, but ever since he’d found himself drawn into her orbit, he’d finally found something that started to resemble that stability that had always eluded him his entire life.

He was content to watch for now, the slow rise and fall of her chest, the slight twitch under her eyelids that let him know she was dreaming. Hopefully it was one of the more pleasant dreams, if her neutral expression was anything to go by. The nightmares hadn’t revisited him since she had performed whatever Force mojo to pull the dark corruption out of his body and into her — and so far, it looked like she had been spared that at least.

It was still beyond him how he’d gotten someone quite like her to fall for him, and was still waiting for the day when he would wake up to realize that all of this had been some elaborate, cruel dream his mind had conjured up. The fact that he kept waking up to this reality was still something he was trying to get used to, something he wasn’t sure he would ever quite be able to wrap his mind around. They were nearing the one year mark and the novelty had yet to wear off. Surely it would at some point and reality would set in. Every day that this stretched on, even if it wasn’t completely perfect in every way, leant some credence to the fact that maybe he’d found something nearing permanent. Or at least it would be, if they could find some way to wrest her free from the devil from inside of her.

Theron wanted to give a name to the feeling that bubbled up inside him in quiet moments such as these. Sometimes the thought of saying it aloud made him break out in a cold sweat while a numb sense of panic gnawed from some part of him that he couldn’t quite shut out. Other times it felt like a giant weight hanging from his shoulders, and if he could just get out that innocuously simple phrase, maybe everything would feel lighter. And all of that was just his own baggage, before he even factored in their unwanted third wheel. The one they couldn’t show any weakness to lest he pounce on the opportunity to snatch her away for good.

“You’re thinking too loud,” she murmured quietly into his arm, words muffled.

“What?”

Grey’s eyes cracked open a slit, sleep still obviously weighing her down. One hand lightly ran up his chest as she gingerly shifted her position on the cot. “I can practically hear you brooding. Makes it hard to sleep.”

“I do not brood.”

“Yeah, right.” She let out a small huff of laughter, the cracked eyes sliding back shut. “Pull the other one.”

“I’m just quietly contemplating.”

“There’s nothing quiet about that frown.” She murmured, hand sliding up his chest to wrap around his neck. “You don’t have to say anything aloud for me to see that you’re worrying about something.”

“Your eyes are literally shut right now.”

“Would you believe me if I said I used the Force to tell?”

“No.”

“How will you ever know if you don’t believe?” She murmured softly, looking like she might fall back to sleep as she settled against his chest.

He let one of his hands drift down to her hip, softly tracing the curve of it with his palm. “I’m more of a tactile guy.”

Her lips twitched, obviously suppressing a smile. “You are at that.”

Theron decided to lean into the moment, curling around her as much as their cramped position on the cot would allow. He buried his face into hair, still soft and silky despite the fact that she likely hadn’t seen a shower in about as long as he had. As heavenly as getting clean sounded, it was hard to justify moving from his current position. For a long time they just lay like that, and he might have thought she’d fallen back asleep if it wasn’t for her fingers idly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Did you have any dreams?” His question was nearly lost to the quiet, but he felt her still for a moment, before her fingers resumed their rhythmic motions.

“No,” she said softly, “at least none that I can remember. I suppose I should be grateful. I know yours were not very pleasant.”

“How?”

“You were quite delirious. I tried talking, but I don’t think you heard me.”

“I don’t know… it’s all fuzzy.” Snatches of the nightmares came back, and he tightened his hold ever so slightly. “But I think maybe I did? A little at least.”

Pulled in so close, he couldn’t actually see her smile, but he felt the soft exhale of her breath on his chest, and felt her cheek twitch upwards where it was pressed against him. “I am glad.”

That strange warmth that only she could bring filled his chest, and he found himself speaking without even really realizing it. “You’re amazing, you know that, right?”

“Theron…”

“No, you are,” he continued, quietly, “what you did, I… how can I even begin to repay—”

“We are partners,” she said firmly, pushing against his chest until there was enough distance to catch his eye, “and we do not keep a tally on such things.”

“Probably for the best. Pretty sure I’d never catch up at this rate.”

“You are too hard on yourself.”

“Am I? How are you feeling right now?”

“I am,” she hesitated for a moment, “okay. It is nothing to worry about.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m incapable of that at this point,” he shot back. “This is my fault, I should be the one dealing with the fallout of that. Not you.”

“This is not all your fault, Theron. Please do not beat yourself up over it.”

“Pretty sure I skipped that day in SIS training.”

“I am not blameless either.” Her fingers twitched against his neck, tugging lightly at the hairs she had woven her fingers through. “I know I have been… distant lately.”

“Don’t take that on too.” He leveled her with a serious look. “I was the one who screwed up here. All of this is on me.”

“Your decision to go to Skeressa to try and find a way to help me was your own, yes. But why did you feel compelled to make it?”

He pressed his lips together tightly, looking away. His reasoning for this sidetrip into hell was a jumble of everything that had been building up, and at this point he wasn’t really sure where one excuse began and another ended. But each one had a common thread, and they all led back to the unwanted presence in her head. The one who had been conspicuously silent ever since Theron had woken up from his nightmares.

Out of habit, he loosened his tight hold on her so he could start slowly tracing the shell of his ear — their private little signal — but she seized his hand, stopping him before he could finish the motion.

“No,” she said firmly, “don’t.”

“But he’ll hear—”

“I don’t care.” Her eyes began to shimmer and she clamped them shut, trying to shove the emotion away. “I had time to think, Theron. I had nothing but that while you were slipping away.”

“I know, and I’m sorry—”

“No, you don’t know,” she insisted, “because I stopped talking. Ever since he came back, I’ve been so focused on trying to put up this front so he could not see any weakness to exploit.”

“Stars, I know that.” Even if it felt like a kick to the gut sometimes being cut out, he wouldn’t deny her any means to deal with that daily torture. “I understand why too.”

“Was it fair for me to ask that of you?”

“You never have to ask,” he insisted.

“As romantic as that is, it’s not very practical,” she whispered. “Did you feel like you were free to bring any concerns to me? Or did you feel like you too had to hide things for fear of him listening?”

“I…” He was glad that she wasn’t looking at him right now, because he was pretty sure that his face was showing how close she was hitting with that question. “I just want to help. And would never ask you to do anything to risk giving him control. I know what that monster did to you.”

“But am I not still hiding if I do that?”

He didn’t have an answer for that. At least, not one he wanted to say aloud.

“In trying to put up an invincible front and pushing away those that matter the most, am I not just letting fear of what he might do with that information isolate me? Am I not just letting him dictate my actions in a different way?” The shimmer gathered on her lashes, the collected moisture threatening to spill over on her cheeks.

Theron couldn’t stop himself from reaching out, brushing the unshed tears away. “What are you saying?”

She opened her eyes, still watery with intense emotion, but she graced him with a confident and bright smile that he had not seen in what felt like an eternity. “I refuse to let that monster control me any more.”

A fresh burst of pride swelled up in Theron’s chest, filling him until it almost felt like he might burst. He couldn’t stop himself as he surged forward, capturing her lips in a deep, heartfelt kiss that he hoped could express one-tenth of the emotions surging through him. Her fingers tangled further in his hair as she pulled him in, eagerly, almost clumsily, returning the action in kind. They were both nearly breathless, but unmistakably grinning by the time they came up for air, noses bumping as they tried to settle back into place.

His thumb brushed across her cheek, still slightly warm to the touch, but noticeably cooler and full of more color than earlier. Theron didn’t care if he looked like the biggest dope in the world, he couldn’t stop himself from marveling in wonder at the reappearance of the woman who he’d almost thought gone. “That’s my girl.”

Somehow that just made her beam brighter, although he wasn’t sure how it was possible.

And beyond that smile, he could see a much deeper, nearly unquantifiable emotion shining in her eyes. Something that made his throat constrict a little as three small words tried to bubble up from his chest. It seemed like maybe this was a proper moment to actually give voice to them, but try as he might, he couldn’t seem to work them past the lump in his throat.

She seemed to sense his struggle, as the bright smile faded to something gentle and knowing, her breath catching a little. Sometimes he wondered if she could read his emotions through the Force, or if he had just gotten that bad at hiding his true feelings where she was concerned. It probably didn’t matter either way, as this wasn’t something he wanted to hold back on anymore.

“I…”

He trailed off as she looked at him expectantly, possibly even suspecting what the rest of that sentence was supposed to be. It should have been easy to finish, but it seemed like his tongue had grown thick again, his chest feeling suddenly tight as panic closed around him like a vice. Theron Shan had faced down countless horrors, routinely laughed in the face of danger, but when suddenly freed to utter three simple words he found himself frozen in terror.

Not to be deterred, he tried again, but he couldn’t even get the first word to form. The phrase was so innocuous when he’d heard other people utter it, usually in holos or in passing, but try as he might, he couldn’t get his tongue to wrap around it. He squeezed his eyes shut in frustration, the feelings of warmth and joy chased away by the bitterness of self loathing.

Damn it. How was he so bad at this?

Her expectant look faded, but the smile didn’t as her fingers untangled themselves from his hair so they could gently cup his cheek. He reluctantly cracked his eyes open, wishing he didn’t look so miserable for being unable to give voice to torrent of emotions rushing through him.

“You can tell me anything,” she whispered, “but only if you want to. And it’s always all right if you don’t.”

But he wanted to, that was the problem. He’d wanted to for a very long time, and he’d thought that the biggest obstacle in the way of that was their third wheel using that against her. Her bold declaration had removed that roadblock, and with it, his last excuse to cling to. There was only one thing preventing him from saying it now — the same thing that had always been. Like everything in his life, Theron's biggest problems were somehow of his own creation.

“I do,” he finally choked out, “I just… what I mean is… I want to. It’s not you, but I… I’m not good at this part.”

She silenced him with a gentle peck to his lips. “You’re better than you think.”

It was a nice gesture for his ego, but that had never needed any pampering. Unfortunately the moment had passed, chased away by his embarrassing fumbling. Maybe if he just changed the subject, the awkwardness he’d brought on would fade without any further comment.

“I stink.”

She let out a heavy sigh. “Theron, that’s a bit of an overreaction.”

“No, I mean I smell. I definitely wouldn’t say no to a shower.”

If she was disappointed in his obvious redirection, she didn’t show it. “Don’t you think you should attempt just standing and walking first?”

“Why crawl when you can run?”

“No running,” she said firmly.

“You could always join me in there.”

“Are you saying I stink?”

“Never. At least not to your face.”

“I’m not sure if I should feel insulted.”

“Hey, I’m just saying if you’re worried, you could always join me — make sure I don’t try anything too strenuous.”

“You’re incorrigible.” She rolled her eyes. “And my refresher is all the way on the other side of the ship. Unless you want to chance Guss walking in.”

“Fine, you win. We’ll just stink for a little while longer.”

“Small victories,” she muttered sarcastically. “But we probably should change your bandage before anything else.”

“Probably,” he admitted somewhat reluctantly, “although that does require moving.”

“I’ll move,” she protested, “in a second.”

He let his hand drift up and down her back, the warmth of her skin seeping through the thin material of her undershirt. “No need to rush on my account.”

“Theron…”

“Hmm?”

“You’re going to put me back to sleep if you keep that up.”

“You make that sound like a bad thing.”

“I should be taking care of you,” she mumbled, “not napping.”

“It can wait a little longer.”

His fingers drifted under the thin material of the shirt, gently kneading the taught muscles of her back. The feeble protests seemed to die away as she leaned into the motion, eyes drifting shut. It was a testament to how exhausted she was that she didn’t try to keep up her typical veneer of propriety. He was used to gently cajoling her a little more before the half-hearted protests dried up.

Her natural tendency to try and take care of everyone around her sometimes drowned out her own needs. That was where Theron usually had to step in. He might still have been tired and sore from his own ordeal, but he was more than happy to do his part to take care of his girl. Even if that was as simple as convincing her to take a well-earned rest.

Her breathing had just started to even out, when a sudden shout from the door had them both nearly jumping out of their skin.

“Commander, I know you said not to disturb—oh, is this some sort of new Force healing technique?”

Grey’s cheeks flamed bright red as she buried her face deep into Theron’s chest, unable to completely muffle her embarrassed groan. From his position on the cot, Theron could just catch Guss’s eye, and gave the Mon Calamari a withering glare that was promptly ignored.

“It seems very complicated if you ask me,” Guss continued on. “Don’t you think kolto would work better?”

Theron dropped his voice low to a conspiratorial whisper. “You give me back my blasters and I’ll shoot him for you.”

“Don’t you dare.” Her protest was muffled by the fact that she was still hiding her face in his chest.

“Not even a tiny blaster bolt?”

“No.”

She let out a heavy sigh before reluctantly pulling herself out of his embrace and struggled to sit upright.

“I’m sorry, Guss,” she said tiredly, “what was it that you needed?”

“Darth Eyeliner is on the holo waiting for an update.”

“Lana better not hear you calling her that,” Grey cautioned.

Theron couldn’t help but arch an eyebrow at the moniker, unable to completely smother his mirth despite his lingering annoyance at the rude intrusion.

“She can’t Force Choke me over the holo.”

“Guss.” She gave him a stern look.

“Fine, fine. I can tell Lord Beniko you’ll call her back.” The last bit he muttered under his breath. “Again.”

“No, I can talk to her.” She scrubbed a tired hand across her face. “I’ll be there in a moment.”

The Mon Cal looked skeptical, but reluctantly trudged back out towards the common area where the Defender’s main holo-comm lived. It was unclear if that was because of his teacher’s fatigue and shortness with him, or possibly just having to deal with an impatient Lana Beniko. Not that Theron blamed him on the latter part. When Lana reached the end of her patience, it was generally a good idea to find somewhere else to be. Not that he had extensive experience on that particular subject.

Grey took in several deep breaths to steady herself and gather her strength. Theron gently grasped her hand, feeling her stiffen for a moment before she relaxed again.

“You okay?”

She nodded. “Just a little tired.”

“You can call her back later.”

“She’s just worried,” Grey said quietly. “Last time we spoke, things weren’t… it wasn’t good. I should let her know everything is okay now.”

That seemed like a bit of a stretch of the truth, but they were probably closer to it than the last time the two had spoken. In her current state, the Jedi would probably raise a few concerns, or at the very least a few eyebrows. Almost half of her hair had fallen from the normally perfect ponytail, and several more stray hairs poked out from the leatheris wrap that usually held it all in place. Had he not been still on the mend, the sight might have lit a fire of completely different type inside of Theron.

As it was, he found himself giving her hand a soft squeeze, gaining a curious look.

“I just want you to know that I…” His throat still felt a little tight, so he swallowed, trying to force something—anything—out in the vicinity of what he wanted to say. “I’m glad it was you who came for me. You’re always there for me and… that means a lot.”

Her lips twitched up into the ghost of a smile.

“You mean a lot to me.” His voice sounded a bit hoarse, but he forced himself to continue on before they dried up again. “Hells… do you know what I’m trying to say?”

The words might not quite have been right, still clumsy and awkward as it always was for him when it came to this sort of thing. But at least the sentiment was there. And she’d heard it.

“I know.” She dipped down, lips brushing against his forehead. “And I feel the same.”

In the end, that was all that really mattered.

#swtor fanfiction #fanfic #theron shan x jedi knight #Theron Shan #Jedi Knight/Hero of Tython #otp: adorkable #oc: greyias highwind #theronangstywhumpfest2k17 #IT'S FINALLY DONE #I CAN SLEEP NOW #super schmoopy and schmaltzy #warning: you might get a cavity #sorrynotsorry #hopefully this ending works and wraps things up satisfactorily #i was trying to keep things fairly canon so...#swtor #greyfic

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