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with-my-murder-flute · 4 years ago

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Initial sketch notes of my historical research on Islamic experiences of the Siege of Jerusalem during the First Crusade, posted August 6, 2020. This is the long version of “Why might Yusuf al-Kaysani, who is from the Maghreb, have been fighting at Jerusalem in 1099?”

Trigger Warning: Graphic violence, slavery, and genocide

Notes taken from reading Paul M. Cobb’s The Race for Paradise: An Isamic History of the Crusades and supplemented by Dr. Google. I’m reading Cobb’s book partly because it’s on audiobook (though it is a fricking Audible Exclusive) and partly because it’s written for Western non-Muslim audiences, which helps get me up to speed.

The Old Guard Through History video says Joe and Nicky met during the Siege of Jerusalem in 1099, so I’ve focused most of my research on that.

Historians generally agree that in the 11th century the Islamic* world did not have a “Muslims vs Christians” worldview like the one Christians were beginning to develop. Their experience led them to expect Christians to be allies as often as enemies. Around the 1060s Christians began a new paradigm of religious war against Muslims, which Muslims didn’t really realize at the time--they responded to times when Christians would choose religious affiliation over clear strategic gain as shocking and bizarre, a departure from the status quo

(*Islamic: Society predominantly defined by Muslim rule and culture, but containing people of many different religions)

The Islamic response to the First Crusade was decentralized and diverse. There were a lot of different groups in the Levant*, many of whom had deep divisions, rivalries, and feuds. They mostly saw the Crusaders as a new factor that might affect their existing rivalries with other Islamic states, and were used to being able to broker deals or treaties with Christian groups to turn local warfare to their advantage.

(*Levant: A term used to describe countries in the Eastern Mediterranean, especially those with traditional religious significance to the Abrahamic religions - modern-day Israel, Palestine, Jordan, Syria, Lebanon, and parts of Egypt and Turkey. Comes from the French word for “rising”, in the sense of “where the sun rises”)

Additional term I’m going to be using a lot: “Frank”. It’s the Islamic term for, basically, “Western European” (of both the pagan and Roman Catholic varieties). It’s easier than saying “the Roman Catholics” or “The Crusaders” (which is putting a later cultural construct on people who didn’t call themselves that)

The biggest division of Islamic society in this area is, roughly, the Seljuq Turks and the Fatimid Caliphate.

In the year 1000, the Fatimids were riding high: They ruled Egypt and North Africa stretching across to the Atlantic, much of the Levant, the island of Sicily, and bits of the Arabian Peninsula around the Red Sea.

Then in the mid-11th century the Seljuqs came BLASTING OUTTA NOWHERE like holy shit calm your jets and conquered a lot of Fatimid and Byzantine territory (we’re talking the yellow parts of the map, they’ll destroy the Byzantines entirely later)

In addition to losing land to the Seljuqs, the Fatimids also lost Sicily to the Normans (who don’t even GO THERE but anyway), and North Africa through?? Independence movements?? Sheer carelessness??? I’m not quite certain.

The Seljuqs were Sunni, the Fatimids were Shi’ite, I... am not gonna try to explain that whole thing. Here’s a video.

(Small note for Yusuf character reasons: A big motivation behind the move of Ifriqiya [modern Tunisia and parts of Algieria and Libya] out of Fatimid control was that most of their populations were also Sunni)

So the Franks left Constantinople and travelled through what is now Turkey but was at the time the Byzantine Empire, and then moved into Seljuq lands. Most of the fighting in the First Crusade was against Seljuqs--mostly against tribes who fought for themselves, I think? Although in Damascus (which was a huge city the Franks just breezed by in favour of historically significant ghost towns) there was a general jihad preached like “Hey somebody should do something about all these Europeans”, so some of the people fighting were like... random people from Damascus.

While the Seljuqs were distracted, the Fatimids thought they could win some land back from THOSE UPSTARTS, so they snuck in and grabbed Jerusalem. As Peter Konieczny reports, there are scholars who think the Fatimids thought, partly because they had a lot of experience ruling Egypt’s Coptic Christian population, that they could reach a mutually satisfactory alliance with the Franks, especially since it seemed like most of the Franks didn’t intend to settle in the area, but return to Europe once they ensured pilgrim access to Jerusalem, which had mostly been hindered by banditry in Seljuq-controlled areas.

When I read stuff just generally about the Fatimid army, it’s described as being composed of two groups:

Berber tribesmen (Kutama and Sanhaja) (I’m struggling to find more info about them)

Mamluks, who are... a cross between slaves and mercenaries? Basically, they were captives from non-Muslim territory (in the Fatimids’ case, mostly Circassia in central Asia) who were brought to Muslim lands and trained as soldiers, but once active as soldiers, were paid and hired by different groups, able to achieve freedom, often gained important government posts, and occasionally toppled the government they served and ruled the roost.

This next bit is based on fairly standard histories of the Siege of Jerusalem that rely a lot on Western sources, like this article by Michael D. Hull and this article by Michael Cartwright. Which... have to be taken with a grain of salt, because medieval military histories don’t tend to line up super well with archaeology or plain logistics. Generally, it isn’t wise to take medieval European sources at their word when they say “the army had 10,000 people” or “they killed every last person”. They’re often written after the fact and with clear biases, and, when it comes to the Crusades, with an imperfect understanding of the culture they’re describing. I’d like to have better sources, but this is where I’m starting from, especially since I have limited access to academic sources during the summer.

So, the standard history says that Jerusalem was taken in 1098 by Emir al-Afdal Shahinshah, but by 1099, governor Iftikhar al-Daula was in command of the defenses. and that he had a “garrison of Arab cavalry and Sudanese archers.” Cartwright reports it as “perhaps several thousand infantry and an elite cavalry corps of 400 Egyptians.” I currently have no way of knowing which of these troops were Mamluks and which weren’t.

According to Hull, when the Fatimids in Jerusalem realized they would have to face a siege, they expelled all Christians of any denomination from the city, as well as all Jews “except for those of a sect for whom it was mandatory to reside in the Holy City”. Cartwright reports it as “...all Christians were kicked out if the city. In contrast, the Jewish population were allowed to stay”. Cartwright reports that Jerusalem’s population, 70,000 at the beginning of the year, was lowered to 30,000 by the expulsions (though some people were also coming into the city to take refuge from the oncoming Frankish army). Additional preparations included poisoning wells outside of Jerusalem to deny the Frankish army water, and emptying the land around the city of livestock and people.

The Fatimids were also expecting the arrival of an army marching north from Egypt to help them out relatively soon, which explains why their strategy was mostly “hunker down and wait” with very limited attacks outside the city.

The Franks came southward down the coast to Jaffa, where they took the nearest port to Jerusalem, and then approached the city.

June 7, 1099: The Frankish army shows up at Jerusalem with about 15,000 people total and less than 1,500 armed knights. They split into two camps, one attacking from the south, one from the north. They were in rough shape and didn’t have any siege weapons, so the Fatimid defenders were able to sit up on the walls, taunt them, and shoot arrows. They enlivened the tedium by sending cavalry units outside the walls to harass Franks who were scavenging for food and water.

June 13, 1099: Some Franks on the north side of the city managed to scrabble together siege ladders and try to climb up and assault the walls; they were repelled pretty easily by the defenders.

June 17, 1099: English and Genoese ships land at Jaffa, carrying siege equipment and fresh supplies. Hull reports that the Fatimids dispatched troops, 400 Arabs and 200 Turks, to attack the supply chain between Jaffa and Jerusalem; Hull reports that the Franks only lost 5 of the force of maybe 150-200 knights, and “all of the archers” (about 50?)

It takes about three weeks to transport the supplies to Jerusalem and for the siege towers to be built; the Genoese played an especially large role in building the siege equipment, and their chief engineer is named as William Embriaco.

On July 10 the siege engines were finished and wheeled to the walls. That night everyone inside the city and out sat over campfires, showing each other pictures of their families and trying to humanize themselves for the audience to make their impending deaths more impactful

(I kid)

(mostly)

June 13-15: Almost continuous fighting between the Franks, who are trying to move their siege engines close enough to make it onto the walls of Jerusalem, and the Fatimid defenders, who were trying to fight them off and burn their towers down.

June 15: The Franks breach the walls and begin pouring inside, killing and looting its inhabitants. There is well-documented destruction of Muslim and Jewish holy places, where Muslims and Jews fled for refuge and were killed. This part is. Sickening. Tens of thousands of people dead; the streets running with blood.

The Fatimid governor and various others (possibly the remainders of the army? Possibly important citizens? Some Jews appear to be in this group?) took refuge in the Tower of David, and were able to negotiate to leave Jerusalem safely. The Fatimid soldiers who left the city that way joined the advancing Fatimid army at Ascalon, southwest of Jerusalem.

It’s unclear who the survivors were--the sources mention people left aside being made into slaves, being allowed to leave the city, or being ransomed by rich relatives outside the city. The fact that we have Jewish and Muslim accounts of what happened during this time means there were survivors

But let’s face it: The survivors were the minority. The majority of people, thousands of them, were slaughtered by the Franks as they took over the city.

Epilogue: The Fatimids tried to take Jerusalem back a month later, and failed. Jerusalem was in Crusader hands.

It’s taken me three days to write this up and I’m ending it feeling really blah and drained by the enormity of this shit. I...

The Race for Paradise has this bit that talks about two Western ways of talking about the Crusades:

The Traditional paradigm, where this was a great moment for Christianity, whew we kicked those guys’ BUTTS!

The Lachrymose (Latin for “full of tears”) paradigm, coming to popularity since the Enlightenment, where this was horrific mass slaughter caused by religious zealotry and it was bad and everything was bad

But the thing is, we can’t actually stop there. Or, that is: It’s not actually useful for our only narratives about the Crusades to be either “Christians kill everyone and it’s awesome” or “Christians kill everyone and it’s terrible”. It’s not true; it feeds into the overall false narrative of “European Christians only interacted with [Muslims/Middle Easterners/People of Colour] very rarely, and only when there was an atrocity happening.” It means we fail to acknowledge all the cross-cultural contacts that happened without an atrocity, and fail to realize that a lot of these atrocities came out of the context of incredibly warlike countries whose economies depended on warfare and conquest.

Another element is... during the 11th century, when all of this happened, the Normans also invaded England. Their conquest was absolutely brutal. England was ethnically and linguistically divided for centuries between a French-speaking colonial upper class, and the English-speaking peasantry. But over the centuries, these two groups came to live together peacefully and build a distinctly new society. Most peoples’ narratives of medieval England are not “a land of massacre, genocide, and ethnic strife”, even though those things definitely happened. We just have much stronger associations with medieval English art, literature, culture, fashion, and architecture than its slaughters.

So basically: The challenge for us in the 21st century is to develop a richer understanding of the past. We know a hell of a lot about battles and armies; we know way less about merchants and farmers, and about the long decades between battles and armies. Military history tells us about waging war, but if we can look past that, we can find out about waging peace.

Now I’m going to go collapse into my bed, and in a day or five I’ll write up a TL;DR version about what I think the likeliest backstories for Joe are (Briefly: probably a Fatimid cavalry soldier or an ordinary person who thought it was safe to be in Jerusalem at the time, and had to defend himself and his servants etc when the city fell)

#medievalism #my stuff #the old guard #nicky/joe #yusuf al-kaysani

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britishvamps · 5 years ago

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First Meeting

Ateez Mafia!au: You Meet For The First Time

Hongjoong:

In the mafia world, there were the big three. These were the top three Mafia groups with, undeniably, the most power and influence to the surrounding world, whether individuals knew it or not. The groups were EXO, Stray Kids and Ateez and seeing as you belonged to Ateez’s largest rival group SKZ, it wasn’t exactly all hugs and kisses. Though you were a fairly new individual to the SKZ family, you were no stranger to the life of crime, having being taught to shoot a gun from very young and fight by your father who was a Capo for his old mafia group, you had climbed up the ranks of the Stray Kids ladder pretty quickly. Which would have been shocking from the outside perspective of someone such as Hongjoong, however to those nearby, you were seen working the under the table dealings, assigning and assisting in assassinations, aiding in missions much below your pay grade which earned you the position you held. You had first met Hongjoong during a ‘truce’ meeting that had quickly turned sour when they found explosives rigged to the derelict building that they had assumed Chan was cause of. So, in the midst of the gunfight and retreat, Hongjoong had San and Wooyoung take you captive as a means to negotiations and quickly was he intrigued by you. Never had he seen a female seem so unbothered and able to surpass his flawless features, intense looks and honey-like voice. He seemed mesmerised by your unwavering loyalty to Stray Kids alongside despite knowing the danger, you kept running your mouth as if these people weren’t trained killers but longtime friends.

Seonghwa:

Though not a part of any known groups or gangs, you were one of the mafia syndicates best hitman, sorry woman. Though few had seen your face or known your identity and lived, the whispers of the infamous killer spread and reached many ears and you were a sought after hitwoman. And like all jobs, your had many perks but with your recent target being the one and only Park Seonghwa you knew that many of these perks would have been added to sweeten the deal with the matter of fact that you were to eliminate the right hand man of one of the most ruthless crime organisations to walk the earth Despite having passed glimpses of one another at during “charity parties”, as many of these gangs liked to call it, you never had the chance to have been formally introduced until you wound up in the club owned by Kang Yeosang, club owner business man on papers, but of course to the few, he was Ateez’s very own drug mixologist and soldier. So there you were, sat at the VIP section with your right hand ladies, staring up at the owner’s booth watching the moves of Park Seonghwa, Kang Yeosang and ladies man Kim Wooyoung before you were summoned up by a bartender who said the presence of you and your ladies was requested by the males. Stepping through the doors, you immediately met eyes with each of the males, eyes undoubtedly scanning over each ones features before stopping at your target, there he sat furthest away from the other two, pouring himself more scotch as he cockily raised his glass to the three of you as a sign of greeting meanwhile Yeosang and Wooyoung came over, rushing you to sit beside them whilst you slowly meandered over to the male clad in a neatly pressed suit, suit jacket discarded with the sleeves rolled up and perched yourself on his arm rest.

Yunho:

You met Yunho on the day of your 19th birthday. It was the simple cliche, your parents were best friends growing up and wanted their children to date and get married. But being a part of a crime syndicate so big made plans like that not so simple. As both your father and Yunho’s father were leaders of infamous gangs, it was a deal held before the births of the both of you that you would get married. So on the day of your 19th birthday, you were awoken to being showered with many gifts and before you knew it, you were being driven to a large mansion on the other side of Seoul. Upon questioning your parents, they both gave curt responses and lead you into a large dining room where there sat your, yet your unknown to you, husband to be and his parents. Shyly you watched as your parents greeted them with hugs and handshakes, before they sat down opposite them, beckoning you to sit in between them like Yunho was. There, sat in front of the both of you were marriage contracts. Thick, slabs of white paper sat in contrast to the deep black glass of the table, the neatly written words staring back at you as it read ‘Legalised document of the union of the Jung’s and the (Y/L/N)s’. Looking up in horror, you glanced around the table to see all blank faces, as you were the last one to know. Abruptly arising in anger, you practically flew out of the room dismissing the yells of your parents when you were suddenly stopped by a sharp, curt pull on the arm, turning to being face to face with the beautiful individual who was previously sat opposite you.

Yeosang:

As Yeosang was one of the only high ranking members of Ateez who had been placed in the eye of the public as a legitimate business man, he was constantly around his nightclub where new crime deal prospects constantly being whispered about by certain people. You were a new employee, and unlike the others, you knew nothing of Yeosang’s real job, of how deadly the handsome male really was, which was highly unusual that the position offered was even given to you, an outsider to the gang life. For one to be introduced to a high ranking member of Ateez meant that either you were one of them or a rival member, which rose suspicions in Yeosang as he saw you being shown around by the acting manager who had interviewed you because, unlike most, if not all, of the other workers, you didn’t owe Ateez any money nor were you secretly aiding in any of their under the table dealings. So the surprise in which Yeosang felt when he had walked in and discovered that one of his acting managers had employed you, he was curious about whether you were really as oblivious as you seemed. So he called you into his office before your first shift to give you the rundown of the place, as he put it, despite already been shown around. You had known the individual to be handsome due to his many appearances on TV, but seeing him up close, you were hit with shock at the subtle smirk he wore when you walked in and seemingly froze on the spot. Upon summoning you closer, he gave you a not so subtle glance over before straightening out his suit and offering you a drink.

San:

Like Yeosang, San was also one of the members who was given a business to run, whether legitimate or not, the line was blurred. You were a police officer. Despite being young, you rose through the ranks pretty quickly which is what landed you in front of the exotic dancers club for a mission. You were to go undercover and find any information on the largest rival gangs that seemed to frequent the club; Ateez and EXO. Although EXO had the higher advantage of having years more experience than Ateez in the mafia business, the smaller gang had rose to criminal fame very quickly, being in the circle of the top three most dangerous gangs in just over a year. Upon walking into the club, you were hit with the stench of cologne, cheap perfume, smoke and liquor. Your eyes setting upon the stages where two dark skinned and fair skinned girls where currently twirling around. Walking through the building, you turned heads and gained whispers as you were one of the few girls currently fully clothed. As you reached the office, you knocked before entering once a gruff voice summoned you in and there he was sat on the dark brown leather swivel chair, dressed in an all black 2017 Ludlow J. Crew suit and a deep red shirt with a matching tie, Choi San. The man was most certainly not done justice by his photos, seeming more ethereal yet smouldering in person. He wore a smile but this man was nothing without the reputation of his duality; from a simple, kind businessman to a stone-faced killer in seconds.

Mingi:

For Mingi, he prided himself on being a skilful sniper. He was the best in the business. Hired by many for assistance in assassinations that were needed to be taken care of swiftly and from a distance until he decided to stick to being Ateez’s personal long range sniper on missions where they needed eyes outside and at a distance, even with his extensive training in hand-to-hand combat, Mingi had grown to preference his sniper, a Remington 700 XCR. However, for today’s mission, Mingi would have to give up the sniper and use his trusty handgun and fighting skills as they ambushed a rival group who were severely messing with their drug trade business. Sneaking in with Hongjoong, San and Jongho, Mingi had gotten Yeosang to disable all alarms and cameras throughout the mansion so they could all enter undetected. When the first shot was fired, the house began buzzing with noise, orders and gunshots heard from almost every room except one. The main study, although unlocked seemed to have no activity in it until Mingi decided to take a look and in there he found a lone lady, sat in her desk clacking away at her laptop as if there wasn’t a shootout only 3 meters away from her. Looking up, she saw Mingi with his gun raised and she smiled, and there Mingi seemed bewitched as she seemed not to even blink as the male stood inches away from her with gun pointed to her head. A gold plaque with the words ‘Y/N Y/L/N’ caught his eye.

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung was known for being the flirt, the crazy and unpredictable one which worked in his favour when he needed information from certain clients, whether male or female, they all fell for his little charm. That little wink and the way his mouth contoured into an over confident smirk that he held perfectly on his face made him deadly in a way no gun or knife ever could. Walking into the club, you knew your target was a well sought out individual and that you’d have competition on who would be getting information first. Seeing as the male had no issue in being active with both males and females, you knew he’d be surrounded tonight as it was one of the only nights he left the comfort of his chateau and private parties for an event of this scale and much to your distaste, there he was with a grey haired male stood rather close to him, whispering in his ear as females danced around them. Taking a moment to collect yourself, you grabbed a shot from the bartender and downed it before slamming the glass down and pushing yourself off of the bar and strutting over to the two well dressed males. A slight sheen of sweat on your skin made you even more enticing as people seemed to clear a pathway or stop dancing to keep eyes on your swaying figure in red bottom Louboutin wrap heels and one shoulder diamante dress before you stopped in a seat beside the man and turned to give smile at the two of them. Wooyoung’s eyes raked down your body, not bothering to hide the fact that he was doing so before sending a wink over to you and going back to his drink as the male was no longer speaking but much rather gawking at the goddess like female sat next to him. Knowing this would be an easy assignment, you reached out your hand to greet both males.

Jongho:

You weren’t part of the mafia life. Far from it. A regular civilian with a regular job as a waitress living with your parents with regular jobs as a police officer and a doctor. However, your meeting with Jongho was far from regular or even normal. You had gone to bring lunch to your parents, first stopping at the hospital to drop off some food to your mother before rushing out and heading to the precinct to have lunch with your father, a very common occurrence. Upon gallivanting into the police station, you noticed a lot more chaos in the air than usual. Seeing people rushing around on phones, holding papers and large files, some walking in and out of your father’s office and a lot of shouting heard from multiple directions. Walking a little slower to avoid getting knocked to the floor, however, certain plans don’t work well as the minute you stepped out, you had bumped into a very hard chest and upon looking up, you saw a a very handsome beat up face smirking down at you before he was pushed out of your way into an interrogation room nearby. You finally reached your father’s office and walked in to find him on the phone with a very unpleased face, as he glanced up to glare at whoever walked in, his face softened to see you and he motioned you in. As he hung up the phone he gave you a soft smile but before you could sit, someone burst in with a rushed voice about Jongho of Ateez in room one. Realising that lunch was off the table, you walked out with your father and let him walk off in a different direction. However, as you were near enough down the road, your phone rang and the very enraged voice of your father rang through about how the witness would only speak to the ‘innocent looking cutie he bumped into’.

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mandadoration · 5 years ago

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hound - ix.

summary: As you go around the galaxy collecting your bounties, things are easier between you and Mando, but there’s some kind of uncertainty that swells about the nature of your relationship. Greef Karga calls you out on it as well.

word count: 3, 676

pairing: mandalorian x mandalorian!reader

Warnings: canon-typical violence,

a/n: This is more of a montage sequence? If that makes sense. a/n at the bottom!

chapters: i | ii | iii | iv | v | vi | vii | viii | ix

Read this on AO3

You don’t know how long it’s been when you wake up, but this is the first time in a while that you’ve let yourself slowly get up from sleep instead of waking up disoriented, so you savor it. You had fallen asleep so fast in all your armor that your neck is sore, but you feel more alert than you have in days. It’s not just your body that feels relieved. Your mind is lighter without having your fears locked up inside you.

The Razor Crest is no longer up in the air, and the engines are off. You sit up, stretching and groaning when your spine lets out a satisfying series of cracks and pops.

“Sleep well?” comes Mando’s voice. His head pops up from the top of the ladder leading up to the cockpit. “You woke up just in time. We’ve landed on Atris.” He climbs down the ladder and throws you a packet of pills. You read the label. “I couldn’t find any rations, but I managed to scrounge up some vita-caps and hydration tablets,” he explains.

“These are expensive,” you say hesitantly. Vita-caps and hydration tablets were usually for emergency situations or last-ditch efforts, not because you were too lazy to find food. He shrugs.

“And we’re about to get paid.”

“I think it’s a crime that vita-caps taste so bad,” you note dryly.

“You’re still on that?” Mando asks. After you had swallowed down your meager breakfast, you two had made quick work of getting ready and debriefing each other about the bounty. It was some old droid that had gone rogue, but had valuable information that would’ve let some people in very high places know about some behind-the-scenes romping that went on. This one was an easy job that made a decent amount of money. The conversation between you two had flowed smoothly, your good mood uplifting Mando’s. But the muggy, humid air of Atris has started to sour it.

Mando swats at a cloud of insects as he pushes past the brush, and you pull your boot from the sinking mud of the undergrowth.

“Yes, I’m still on that!” you huff. “Could you imagine that you’re starving, desperate for any kind of food, and your only option is a pill that tastes like the way coarse sand feels?” Mando groans, but it’s half-hearted and obviously for show.

“If I’m starving,” he says, “I would be grateful that I won’t die. No matter how bad it tastes.”

You scoff. “I refuse to believe that you would do that. You complain the most! Next to me, of course, but I--”

He shushes you and halts when he hears a rustle. After a moment, it rustles again, this time accompanied by the squeaking of hinges. You look at Mando, and Mando looks at you, and then you both raise your vambraces and shoot out your grappling hooks. A disgruntled, robotic shout scares birds from the treeline, and more complaints start when you two start reeling the protocol droid in. “That was very unnecessary! Honestly, bounty hunters are so rude.”

“Well, that was easy,” Mando says. He nudges the droid with his boot, distaste seeping into his tone. “We didn’t even have to get to town to find it.”

“You don’t have to do this,” it says mildly. It doesn’t even try to resist you as you haul it up and point you electrostaff at him.

“You’re right,” Mando responds. “We don’t.” But he slaps a pair of cuffs on him and nudges him back the way you came. You don’t think the cuffs are needed for a droid that was meant for translation and communication, but you have a hatred for droids anyways, and you take some kind of sick pleasure in watching it try to keep balance without the use of its hands as it treks through the soft earth. Mando turns to you and picks up the conversation right where you left off. “But I do agree with you that they aren’t the best tasting.”

“Thank you!”

The protocol droid is confused.

“Good thing that took like, what, two hours max?” you ask him. You go through the main processor of the protocol droid and deactivate it before stuffing it in a random cabinet somewhere. It’s clunky and you hope that hadn’t crushed anything important. There was no use in wasting carbonite on him, and honestly you don’t even know if you could safely do that. “You know where that gang member is? Carluis?” Anxiety starts creeping up on you at the memory of Desdre betraying you, of Pretre drugging you up, but you stamp it down before it can creep up too far.

“I managed to track him down,” Mando says. He scrapes the mud off his boots with his vibroblade. “Bastard isn’t even trying to lie low. Apparently, he’s taken over a small fishing village in past the asteroid belt in the Aegis Prime system.”

“A fishing village?” you repeat. “Why? Wasn’t he some big shot spice runner for that little gang he was in?” You take off your cape and finger the frayed and fried hem, but ultimately fold it back up and place it on top of your threadbare blanket. You’ve thought about splurging and buying a cape that was fireproof, but you had decided you liked the burnt look. Made you look roguish.

“Key word being was,” Mando grunts, switching legs to dig out mud from his other boot. “I think he’s gone crazy from withdrawals. Took it out on the nearest community.” You hum.

“So when you say ‘taken over’--”

“He’s basically having his own little dictator moment,” he supplies. “So we get in there, cuff him, stick him in carbonite, and hopefully we’ll be on our merry way to the text target. Freeing the village is just a bonus.”

Things are never as easy as you wished they were.

You and Mando had decided to be stealthy and let the village know you were there to help, but it had looked like they had seen your armor and your weapons and started screaming their heads off, ignoring how Mando had hissed reassurances, thinking that you were also coming to kill them. It also looked like Carluis had time to prepare.

“Kriff off!” Carluis screams, and throws a spear at you that you smoothly step out of the way for, but you have to jump out of the way for the makeshift flamethrower he’s made. And now half of the village is on fire. Because the buildings were made from reeds and wood, the flames leap from hut to hut, eating up a path. Mando has been tasked with evacuating the villagers. He’s ushering people into the treeline, going into burning buildings to try and salvage the most important items, but otherwise yelling at people to leave it behind. That leaves you to deal with the maniac. At this point, he’s screaming incomprehensibly, something about prison and traitor whores.

Most of his body is covered with salvaged metal and some kind of leather, so your medshots are essentially useless unless you can get close enough to exposed skin. With the chaos going around you, you really don’t want to spread the fire any further with your own flamethrower, and people were still running around you, making it too risky to use your blaster.

It’s been a while since you’ve gotten to use your electrostaff.

You sling it off your shoulder and into your hands and activate it, the cold crackle of electricity making the air around you tingle as purple light joins the reflection of the fires. Carluis must recognize that you mean business when his lip curls into a snarl and aims his flamethrower at you. Before he can shoot it, you send out your grappling line, and it catches, and you sharply tug, throwing off his aim so that flame licks at the already-burnt grass at his feet.

“Mando!” he howls, and grabs a stray spear with his free hand to cut the line.

“Nope!” you call out, flourishing your staff. You aren’t normally one to talk during a fight, to talk at all, really, but you’re having fun. Besides, taunting him would only give you more of an advantage. “I’m the other one.” You lunge forward, the tip of your staff crackling as you sweep his feet from under him. He jabs blindly as he goes down, but it bounces off your vambrace and out of his grip. Carluis rolls away, scrambling to get up and away from you, but you’ve shocked his legs and they’re weak. You stroll after him, adrenaline pumping through your veins. He’s quick to give up, the fight leaving him as all he focuses on is surviving. He bulldozes through the random debris, but fires he’s started trap him in the center of the village.

Mando is done with evacuating the village, who are now hiding in a small clearing, and rushes to find you. He knows the village is done for. Whatever fuel Carluis had used wasn’t burning out fast enough, but luckily, the trees are out of their range. He follows the screaming into the village center, where you’re dancing around him as he swipes at you with a small carving blade. He’s wondering if you’re hurt, and he hopes not, but he knows your penchant for getting hurt, but you’re still agile, and if he tunes out the roaring of flames and the cursing of your bounty, he hears you giggle. You’re playing with Carluis, he realizes, and although he’s not the one to waste time and is all for efficiency, this is the first he’s seen you really enjoy yourself. So he stands back and watches.

Mando wonders if you’ve always been like this. Toying with your prey and poking and prodding to aggravate them instead of keeping up a stoic facade to maintain professionalism as you struggle to survive. But that isn’t to say there’s no method to your game. Carluis is a big man, and that’s not including his defensive gear, all hard muscle and protective fat, and he’s got a good foot on you. Even for Mando, dragging him back to the ship would be a difficult feat. You’re tiring him out, using his size to your advantage as you force him to move to keep up, shocking him once in a while to make sure he doesn’t just give up and start running. Eventually, you dig your staff into his side, shocking him for a good three seconds before he falls, limbs shaking.

You hold the staff under his chin, dangerously close as a warning, and kick the flamethrower far out of his reach. You scan him for any more weapons. Mando walks up behind you and throws a pair of cuffs at him.

“Cuff yourself,” he says, and then to you, “Good hunting.” Carluis scowls, but puts on the cuffs anyways, and you haul him to his feet. “But refrain from playing with your food, hm?”

Although Carluis had put up a fight again when you forced him into the carbonite chamber, you had tased him just as Mando had pressed the button, willing him into submission for long enough to freeze him. It’s so much easier to work with someone else, especially when you work well with Mando.

“Next stop?” you ask him. When you turn to look, his hand is halfway in the air like he was grabbing for something or reaching for you. You look behind you to see what he might’ve been aiming for. “What are you--”

“Sorry,” Mando says, “there’s, um, well--” He drops his hand and it swings by his side. He’s flustered and it’s cute how he’s stumbling over his words. “You had, um, ash. On your helmet.” He motions to your head. “Like right, um.” You awkwardly swipe at your helmet. “No, let me- let me just…” You tense up as Mando wipes it off of your helmet.

“Uh. Thanks.” You stare at each for a second before Mando turns away and goes up the ladder.

“We’re going to Ajan Kloss!” he calls down.

Ah that’s right. You have four more bounties to get.

It’s almost laughable how easily you and Mando were good at not talking about things. But you are too preoccupied with trying to ignore how the humidity of the jungle moon was making you sweat to ask him what the kriff happened back on the ship.

“I hate the jungle,” Mando finally complains. “It’s too humid, and there are bugs everywhere.”

“So you admit it,” you grunt out. You swear that a fern or something had just moved on its own, but you’re too busy trying to discreetly wipe away the sweat around your neck. This was such a downside to the Mandalorian life. Why did bounties always go somewhere awful? Couldn’t they go somewhere nice and preferably climate-controlled? Is that too much to ask? It’s always too hot or too cold or not enough air or, Maker save you, lava.

“That I hate the heat? Yes.”

“No. That you complain a lot.” Mando swats at you, and you laugh. Conversation flows so easy between you now, the back and forth banter natural and easy. When you go to retaliate, he’s suddenly gone, your hand going through air where had attempted to playfully jab him. “What the--” Mando’s yelling catches your attention. He’s being dragged away, some vines wrapped around his legs as he claws for purchase, branches snapping.

“Mando!” You immediately chase after him, pulling out your staff as you struggle to keep up. Whatever this plant was, it seemed to have tracked you for a while, the vines slithering back the way you came. You speed up, staff crackling, as you jab it towards the thickest vine. An awful squeal pierces the air, but it lets Mando go and goes up some tree. You catch bend over to catch your breath as Mando groans and flips himself on his back. You stifle a laugh. He’s covered in dirt and grass and what you hope is mud, but you did see a large animal some ways back.

“I’m okay,” he grumbles. “Thanks for asking.” Mando gets up and tries his best to clean himself up, but he just ends up smearing it around. You tuck your staff away, and use the end of your cape to wipe off his visor so that at least he can see. Before you can think about it, you affectionately pat his helmet before you once again being your trek to the last known location of your bounty.

Luckily the bounty, a female Ootoolan, was half-starved and came without any issue, although the heat ended up being too much for her, so you hauled her over your shoulder back to the Razor Crest. On your way there, however, another figure jumped out of the brush, waving a crude sword and babbling in some alien language and pointing to the figure on your shoulder. When you squint, you recognize him as the Devronian that was also, conveniently, part of your list of bounties. You shoot two medshots at him, accounting for weight and height, and he goes down quickly.

The look you give Mando clearly says that you expect him to carry him.

Four down, two more to go.

It’s almost suspicious how easy it was to get all of your bounties, even the other pair that was trying to outrun the Razor Crest on foot, that even Mando is a little on guard. But you aren’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, so you just attribute it to a stroke of good luck and move on. It’s not until Mando lands down on Nevarro that he finally relaxes. They’re quick to start unloading all of the carbonite slabs off of the ship and the singular droid as you and Mando enter the cantina. Greef Karga greets you warmly.

“Mando and his Hound!” he boasts. “You’ve made quick work! I’m impressed.” Your eye twitches when he refers to you as Mando’s, but you stay silent and slide into the booth, throwing the tracking fobs onto the table. Mando sits next to you, and although he sits a respectful distance from you, his knee leans against yours hesitantly, waiting for you to pull away, but instead you press back. People are whispering about you again, glaring at you in distaste. Probably because you two had taken most of the pucks.

“Easy,” Mando says smoothly. “Almost suspiciously so.” Karga laughs.

“Of course it was easy!” he says, fake surprise lacing his tone. He leans in close. “Two Mandalorians? Especially of your caliber and reputation? It’s no wonder it was easy.” He slaps the table.

“Our payment?” Mando asks. Karga digs into his pockets and pulls out credits, counting them out and sliding it over to you. Mando takes them and tucks them into his bag, intent on counting them out later away from Karga’s eyes. You watch with furrowed eyebrows as Mando moves to leave.

“Aren’t you going to ask for more bounties?” Karga asks, speaking your mind. “I’ve got plenty that I’m sure will catch your eye.” Mando shakes his head. “Don’t tell me you’re leaving the guild?”

“I’m not,” Mando says stiffly. “And before you ask, neither is Dog.” Maybe you’re destined to always be confused whenever you’re in the same room as Greef Karga because Mando definitely did not talk to you about this. As far as you were concerned, you thought that you would continue the same song and dance of chasing bounty after bounty until one of you bit the dust or Mando got tired of keeping you around. Karga stares at Mando, then you, then back at Mando with an unreadable expression.

“Vacation, Mando?” he asks. Mando tenses.

“Just a break,” he corrects stiffly. “No questions, remember? C’mon, Dog.” You slide out of the booth with one last look at Greef Karga.

“Attachments are dangerous, Mando,” Greef Karga warns cooly. “Especially in this line of work. Don’t compromise yourself.” Attachments? What was he talking about? But Mando leaves before you can give him a questioning look, and you have no choice but to follow after him.

When you get to the ship, you finally speak up, “Why didn’t we take any pucks?” you ask quietly. Mando hands you your share of the credits as he talks. You tuck them away without counting. You trust Mando to give you a fair share.

“I told you, we need to pick up some supplies and get some more stuff before we go out--”

“That’s what you told Karga,” you interrupt. “We aren’t low on anything. Sure, we can refuel and get more supplies, but we usually take pucks anyways.” You cross your arms and stand in his way so that he can’t move past you. “Is it that attachment he mentioned? If you have, like, a secret family that I don’t know about, that’s fine and all, but just don’t lie to me--”

“No, it’s not that. What are you-- Why would I even have a secret family? I don’t--” Mando cuts himself off with a sigh and puts his hands on his belt and leans against the wall of the Razor Crest. “It’s just… We’ve been working non-stop,” he says carefully. He’s thinking about his words. “And while I wouldn’t mind taking on more bounties, I’ve never worked with another hunter this long before.” You tilt your head and motion for him to continue. “So I thought- What I’m trying to say is that I think- Well, actually maybe I should’ve asked you about this--” You spare him.

“You want to take a vacation,” you say for him. You shrug. “That’s fine.” Mando watches you as you start gathering your stuff and folding it to put into your bag later. “You should’ve just told me.” You start making a list in your head. You’ve been sharing rations with Mando, but you were out, so that means that you need to get more with the money you got from the bounties, you can afford to get some more and maybe catch a ship out of Nevarro back to your usual Guild hideout. Or maybe Mando would be nice enough to drop you off. You hope that the good parts of the rumors that’s been circulating about you have reached there by now. That would help with work. “Would it be possible for you to drop me off on in the Yavin system?” you ask him.

“What?”

“Yeah, I don’t have a ship, so I was wondering if--”

“Where are you going?” You blink up at him.

“Um, you said you wanted a break, right? So I’m… leaving?” Mando stays silent, and you start to get flustered. “Um, it’s okay, I’m sure I can get a--”

“No! That’s not what I meant,” Mando says, laughing nervously, but he gathers himself and clears his throat.

You bristle. “Well if you think I’m just going to wait here for you to get back, you’ve got another thing coming--”

“I want you to come with me,” Mando finally explains, and you nearly drop your bag. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” he starts. “But I was thinking about how, uh, hard you work and, um,” he’s losing steam as he keeps talking. “I guess I forgot to ask if you even wanted to come with, but I actually do need to get some supplies for the ship, and I thought it’d be nice if, you know, uh, came with and, wow okay I did not think this through--”

“Okay.”

“What?” You drop your bag back on your cot.

“Okay,” you repeated.

“‘Okay’ as in I did not think this through or--”

“‘Okay’,” you stress, “as in I’ll come with you. But also yes, you did not think this through.” You smile, and you know Mando is too. You’ll forgive him this time. Besides, you like it when he rambles.

Maker knows he rambles on enough for the both of you.

a/n: I know this chapter was a little boring in terms of plot, but I took this chapter as a time to really develop their growing relationship a little further in an almost mundane way because let’s face it, taking care of each other’s wounds? Carrying them through the streets while they’re unconscious? That’s like. Tier 5 in terms of relationships I’m pretty sure, and they skipped all of that so….

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sarahegerton96 · 5 years ago

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My Saviour-Taron Egerton

This is something Ive been working of for close to 3 weeks, final work count is 11′500 words approx, hope yous enjoy it :)

Y/N:

“Goddammit all to hell! Y/N!”

My boss’s voice rang out through the office, and out of the corner of my eye I saw several people wince at the tone. I kept my face blank even though I wanted to do the same thing, dreading going into his office. I took a silent, deep breath as I pushed away from my desk and walked into Mr. Walker’s office.

“Yes, Mr. Walker?” I kept my voice neutral, knowing it was the safest route. My eyes widened as I took in the scene on his desk, knowing this was bad. Oh, so very bad.

Spilled coffee covered the posters spread out on his desk, posters that he needed for a presentation he’d been working on for months for a huge client.

Of course, when I say he’d been working on them, I meant the team he bullied around. He’d been bragging about this client since the moment they were assigned to him, telling anyone who cared to listen- and many who didn’t- that this one was sure to land him a promotion and an office upstairs. So naturally, he had other people do the work for him.

Chester Walker was what I liked to call a brilliant idiot. He couldn’t do any actual work with any intelligence, but he somehow figured out a way to keep climbing up the ladder. Either he knew exactly how to blame the right people when things went wrong, or his daddy placed money in the grubby hands of the higher ups. Probably a little bit of both.

“I need you to get down to the third level and have them print another copy of this presentation. Run, yell, do what you fucking have to in order to get this to me on time.” He was already trying to clean the mess up off his desk, not looking at me once.

“B-but, sir, it’s going to take at least 20 minutes for those to print again. The meeting is in less than five!”

He looked up from his desk, his thin hair falling over his sweaty face as he glared at me. “Well then you should’ve been down there fifteen minutes ago! Just get your ass down there and bring them up to the meeting when they’re done.”

I snapped my mouth shut, fuming silently as I rushed away to do his bidding. There was no point in arguing that there was no fucking way I could’ve had them reprinted for him on time when he literally just ruined them. He’d only yell some more, wasting both our time. And there was no way I could just tell him to go to hell- I needed this job, as much as I hated it.

I burst into the printing room, and my eyes locked onto one of my best friends. Samantha saw me, and the look on her face must have clued her in to how desperate I was.

“What do you need, girl?”

“Chester just spilled coffee all over his presentation for the meeting that starts in,” I glanced at the clock on the wall, “thirty seconds.”

“Shit,” she muttered. Placing her hands around her mouth, she yelled out to the three other workers down there. “Everyone, drop what you’re doing. Start reprinting Chester’s stupid posters. My girl needs ‘em!”

I relaxed just a bit as she turned back to me with a grim smile, the other workers clacking away on their keyboards to find the project she was talking about. Everyone in the building knew who Chester was. He made sure of that.

“With everyone printing different pages, we can cut the time in half. Sorry I can’t do more than that, sugar.”

“It’s alright Sammy. That’s better than nothing."She sighed and turned to her own computer, pulling up the project in the database history and calling out which pages she wanted everyone printing. I paced back and forth along the carpet, watching the clock tick by second by grueling second.

Eleven minutes later, I was pounding up the stairs towards the ninth floor where the meeting was. I knew it was a risk going into the meeting sweaty and out of breath, but I was desperate to get there as fast as possible. Thank god I wasn’t completely out of shape, or they would’ve found me dead in the stairwell after three of the seven flights I had to climb.

I shoved open the last door, gasping and panting but glad no one in the meeting could see me from here. I leaned against the door, closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm down before walking at a clipped pace to the meeting room. I knocked on the door sharply and waited for Chester to invite me in- as I knew he preferred.

I kept my breathing as steady as possible while I walked to the front of the room where Chester held court. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, burning into my skirt and blouse that I hoped to god didn’t show how sweaty I was.

"Took you long enough, Y/N. I apologize again gentleman. I’m sure you all know how hard it is to find good help.”

Tittering laughter filled the room at Chester’s words as I stiffly shoved the posters at him.“Careful girl, you already ruined the first set.” Chester’s snide words made my back stiffen and I opened my mouth to contradict him. He raised an eyebrow at me, shooting a glance towards the rest of the table and my mouth snapped right back shut. If I mouthed off to him in front of these people, I was for sure going to lose my job.

“Sorry,” I grit out. I knew had to get out of there before I exploded. I spun on my heels as Chester began his presentation, his nasally voice grating on my every nerve as I mentally eviscerated him.

TARON :

I watched in fascinated rapture as the woman stomped out of the room, steam nearly blowing out her ears. She kept her head high, her hazel eyes flashing fire. Her strawberry blonde ponytail swung quickly, the tips of her hair brushing the small of her back. She was a tiny thing, probably 5'2" without the wicked heels she was wearing if I had to take a guess, and slender with just enough curves to fill my hands.

And fuck, did I want those curves in my hands.

“Mr. Egerton ?”

I jerked my head back to the other side of the table where the piece of shit my company had been dealing with over the last few months was standing.

I merely stared at him, not saying a word. It didn’t take long for him to drop his eyes, and satisfaction filled me. He coughed awkwardly, then continued with his presentation. I tuned him out as my mind drifted back to the woman.

Y/N. I scrunched my nose, thinking that the name didn’t really fit her. It sounded too… delicate. And even though she was a small thing, she had steel in those bones of hers. No, she wasn’t anything like a flimsy piece of lace.

A man a couple seats down to my right was speaking now, and I finally tuned into the conversation.

“As you can see by the charts up on the board, we project that sales would go up by at least 15% with in the next year after implementing said changes.”

“Only 15%?” My voice rang out in the room, and everyone turned to me. “By my math, if all the changes that I expect to be put in to place go well, there should be a 27% increase and that’s just within the first eight months.”

Chester’s face went bright red and he glared at the other man. “Did you input all of the data I gave you David?”

“Y-yes sir, I know I did.” He started flipping though the pages of a folder in front of him, his face pale as he frantically searched for the info.

“Obviously you didn’t.” Chester’s sneer was nasty, and my blood boiled even hotter at the way he was acting. I ran a goddamn tight ship, but I always treated my employees with respect. This was only fire on the flames of the annoyance I’d had with him since the beginning, plus the way I’d nearly jumped out of my chair and strangled him with the way he’d talked to Y/N.

“Enough,” I said harshly as I stood. “I’ve heard plenty. David, come with me.” I turned and walked out of the room without a backward glance, knowing that everyone on my team would automatically follow; as would David. My reputation as a ruthless business man was slightly exaggerated but it wasn’t inaccurate, and I used that infamy to my advantage when I had to.“David.” In the next second the man was hurrying to walk beside me, his mouth opening, probably to make another apology. I interrupted him before he could even begin. “Where is Y/N?”

“Who?” I glanced to him to see him confused, and I realized I referred to her by my own nickname for her.“Y/N.”

“Oh. Um, this way.” He motioned to the left toward the elevators. “She’s three floors below, where Mr. Walker’s office is.”

“What’s her role here?”

“She’s his… assistant.” He pushed the elevator call button.

I turned to my associates. “Gary, Emily, Reid. Go ahead on to the office, I’ll be there shortly.” They all looked at me with a little bit of curiosity, knowing this wasn’t my usual m.o.

“You got it boss,” Gary finally responded. I rolled my eyes at him, ignoring his chuckle as I turned back to David, all of us stepping into the elevator.

“Now why did you hesitate when you said she was his assistant?"David swallowed hard, but kept eye contact. A kernel of respect for him grew, knowing that not everyone was able to do that when I was in a mood.

"Well, that’s what she is. He calls her his 'glorified secretary’ though.” The distaste was obvious in his voice and stamped all over his face. My respect for him grew a few more notches.

“Hmm. Can I see the file?” He handed it over to me without hesitation, and I shuffled through the papers. I found and email to David from Chester, notes about the data for today’s projections. I immediately noticed several important factors were missing, and I quickly figured out that those numbers would have affected the data and given us exactly what was presented to me today.

It was obvious that Chester had failed to pass on all the information I’d needed for David to correctly prepare the presentation. It wouldn’t surprise me to find that Chester had barely done any of the work for this, only wanting to take the credit when all was said and done. I made a noise of disgust in my throat, closing the file and handing it back to David.“Sir?” David was looking at me warily, and I was sure all my rage and frustration was showing on my face. The elevator stopped, pinging to let us know we were on the floor we needed.“Take me to Y/N.”

Y/N:

I slammed another desk drawer shut, taking my anger out on the poor thing. Everyone had been avoiding me for the last half hour. Wisely. I was in no mood to deal with anyone else’s bullshit today. In fact, I was just getting ready to leave early. I didn’t care if Chester got mad at me for it, there was no way I was staying here to help him after he lied and threw me under the bus in front of everyone earlier.

I took my note to Chester to his office, grumbling out loud to myself the whole way. It was a bad habit of mine, but one I hadn’t been able to get rid of.“He’s so freakin’ stupid. I don’t know why he even wants this job, when he doesn’t know anything. I mean, that’s just got to be so stressful. Well I guess if you’re smart it would be, but he’s dumb enough to think that everything is perfectly fine when everyone just wants to wring his fat neck.”

I was just saying the last part as I stomped out of his office, freezing when I noticed David standing awkwardly at my desk with a stranger. David gave me a tight smile, but I barely saw it as I took in the other man.

Standing almost a foot above my own height, he was lean but I could see even through the tailored cut of his expensive suit that he was fit, and probably still packed with muscle. He had a confident and intense aura about him, and my mouth went dry at the look in his eyes as he perused my body from my heeled feet to the tie in my hair holding my ponytail.

His eyes were so dark they looked black, and he already had a five o'clock shadow covering his jaw and cheeks, the black stubble that matched his hair calling to me. My fingers twitched, wanting to reach out and feel the prickles against my skin.

“Y/N, I presume?”

Holy shit. A full body shiver went through me at that voice, deep and gruff with the hint of a British accent. I swallowed hard and nodded, taking a few more hesitant steps towards the mystery man.

“Y/N, this is Mr. Taron Egerton .”

A lightbulb went off in my head at David’s introduction of the stranger, and I stiffened. This was the head of the company for the presentation Chester had been in charge of, and if he was here at my desk, and only after half an hour, that meant the meeting hadn’t gone well. And since Chester had blamed the lack of visual aids on me, I assumed Mr. Egerton was here to berate me for it. I had no choice but to save my ass.

“Mr. Egerton ,” I started as I stepped toward him and held out my hand in greeting. “I would like to apologize for the Y/N in today’s presentation. I hope that my mistake didn’t deter you from working with us.”

He let me finish my apology before taking my hand, and when our palms touched sparks shot through me. I was grateful I hadn’t been speaking at the time, because the effect he had on me would’ve been obvious when I tripped over my words.“No apologies necessary, love”

My eyebrows shot up in confusion at his words, “My name is Y/N."“I know I don’t like it that much”

I felt my face flush, embarrassment and a little disappointment filling me at the blunt words. Turning to my desk and sitting, I replied, “Then feel free to leave.”

I shook my mouse to wake up my screens, focusing on them even though I could feel him staring at me. It was probably irrational of me to be sad he didn’t like my name, since I didn’t either, but I couldn’t help it.

“David, wait for me down the hall.” Mr. Egerton ’s voice brooked no argument, and I watched out of the corner of my eye as David immediately did as he was told. I snorted a tiny bit under my breath at his obedience; I wouldn’t be so easy to order around.

Mr. Egerton walked around to my side of the desk, spinning the chair so that I was facing him. He bent down to get closer, his words low but commanding.

“You’re going to have lunch with me. I can already tell you want to fight me, but I wouldn’t suggest it. I have no problem putting you over my shoulder and spanking that ass if you do."His words made me bristle and warm all at once, the mental image of his threat enticing me and pissing me off at once. I could feel the tip of my nose turning red like it did when I was holding back my anger.

Pushing against the floor, I rolled the chair back and out of his hands so I could stand, grabbing my purse angrily.

"I’m going to go with you so that you don’t cause a scene, but don’t think for one second that I want this,” I grit out so only he could hear. This office was open and full of gossips, although fairly harmless ones.

He let out a low laugh, and the hairs on my neck raised in appreciation of the sound. Traitor body, I thought to myself as I stormed past Mr. Egerton towards the elevator doors. I punched the button and waited, listening to him and David talk behind me.

“Although your charts were wrong, they were not incorrect David. You weren’t given the information you needed, so your data was off by no fault of your own. Give me your email address and I will send you the correct information. I expect to see the updated charts in two days.”

“Yes, sir.” David sounded a tad confused, reflecting my own thoughts. Why would the owner of a giant corporation want to deal with someone lower on the totem pole? Usually men of Mr. Egerton ’s status thought they were better than all that, preferring to deal with the higher ups.The elevator doors opened and he followed me in, leaving me trapped with him in a big metal box. His scent enveloped me, and I took a slow deep breath to really appreciate it. It was something smoky with a hint of freshly cut wood, and I only wanted to get closer, imprint it in my mind forever.

Shaking my head to get myself together, I turned to the man who’d somehow managed to discombobulate me without even trying. “What am I doing here, Mr. Egerton ?”

“Please, call me Taron .” I made a non-committal noise, and his mouth twitched, a ghost of a smile appearing for a moment. He moved closer to me, backing me into a corner and placing his hands on either side of me, caging me in.

My mid was telling me to push him away, but my body had different ideas. My pulse quickened, beating hard in my veins as his dark eyes captured my own light ones.

“I can see you want to fight me Y/N, and I like that. But I have an offer you can’t refuse."I paused for a moment, then burst out laughing. "You’re really going to use that on me right now?”

He chuckled and stepped away from me, breaking the tension. “I know, it’s cliché, but I couldn’t help myself.”

With that one sentence, I learned something about Taron . He was intense, but a bit of a goof underneath that. I wasn’t sure why that made me instantly more comfortable with him, but it did. I finally relaxed, but crossed my arms over my chest and raised an eyebrow at him, still expecting an answer to my previous question. His eyes flicked down to my cleavage, now more pronounced by my crossed arms. A sliver of satisfaction filled me at the heat that flared up in his eyes before he snuffed it out and got to business.

“I want you to come work for me.” His tone brooked no argument, but that wasn’t the kind of person I was. I didn’t follow commands like a dog, and I wasn’t going to start with him no matter how delicious he looked and smelled.“No.”

TARON :

I stared down at Y/N, hiding my shock at her answer. I was trying to avoid looking at her tits again, because I wanted her to know I was serious about this. I didn’t want her here with that shit head Chester. I wanted her in my space, around me. All the fucking time. It was a little disconcerting how suddenly this need for her had consumed me, but fuck if I was going to try to fight it.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t take orders from anyone.”

“Oh really? You mean like Chester?” I knew it was a dick move, but I wanted to get my point across. “You would rather stay here and take the blame for all his mistakes? Let him walk all over you?”

“And what’s the alternative here? You want me to come work for you, where I’ll probably end up spread out on your desk or under it, sucking your cock while you try to have a conference call? I’m not an idiot, and I don’t want my life to end up like some trashy romance book!”

My dick throbbed painfully at the images she painted for me, and though I was guilty of wanting just that, I wasn’t the kind of man to expect that.I crowded her against the wall again, ignoring the ping of the elevator saying we’d reached our floor. I spoke in a low voice, so she was the only one that could hear me if other people were around.

“Although I’d love to have those pretty lips surrounding my cock, that’s not what I meant. I see your drive, your passion, and it would thrive in my office instead of being stifled here in this one.” I stepped back and turned to leave the elevator, ignoring the looks of the couple of people standing outside watching. “Let me know if you change your mind, Y/N.”

That woman was so goddamn stubborn. It’d been nearly a month since my visit to the office, and she had avoided speaking or seeing me at all costs. My takeover of the company was almost complete, although only two other people knew that it was happening. I hadn’t said anything to Y/N, but after I bought that company out I was going to promote her.

I didn’t want her to think I was doing it because I wanted her under me. And I didn’t want her to think I was using that to get her to like me. Not after all the gifts I’d tried sending her that she’d sent back in the same day. Every time I’d gotten the gift back, I’d grinned and chuckled, storing it away for later. She was going to accept the gifts someday, whether she knew it or not.

I had noticed though that in the last basket I’d sent, she’d taken out a caramel chocolate bar. I’d smirked, loving that she’d given a tiny piece of herself away even if she didn’t know it. I was desperate to know her, to get inside her head and figure out what made her tick.

Of course she was beautiful; that was obvious. But with every spurned gift I only yearned more to know her. And today, I was going to make sure I got exactly what I wanted.

Today was the meeting for all the staff, to tell them about the takeover and introduce to them their new owner and overall boss- me. I knew exactly what changes I was going to be making, and I knew some people weren’t going to be happy about it but I didn’t give a fuck.

“We’re here, Sir.” My driver’s words brought me out of my head, and I nodded crisply. I didn’t wait for him to open my door, reaching for the handle and letting myself out. I headed into the building, glancing at my watch to make sure I would walk in at the precise time. I got in the elevator, doing my best not to think about the fact that last time I was here I had Y/N in here with me.

I stepped off onto the 5th floor, making my way to the meeting room. I heard the voice of the previous owner of the company, Pete, just finishing letting them know he’d sold his company. Stepping through the door, I caught his eye and he motioned towards me.

“I’d like to introduce you to the new owner, Taron Egerton .” Polite clapping followed his words, but I barely heard it. I’d caught Y/N’s eye, and the heat in the air between us was high, her gaze shooting daggers at me. Something I would deal with later, especially seeing as how I was about to flip her world upside down.

“Thank you Pete. I hope your retirement is as enjoyable as you’ve been planning.” He chuckled at my words and shook my hand, waving to the people gathered in the office.

“Good luck with this one!” He chortled and waddled his 72-year old body out of the building. The room went quiet, and I stood looking at everyone until I heard the chime of the elevator in the distance signal his final departure.

“Okay everyone. As you’re aware, I just bought this company. I am a demanding boss, but I am fair. I may ask a lot, but nothing I’m not willing to give in return. If you’re a hardworking employee, then you have nothing to worry about.”

I saw a few surprised glances, and I let the ensuing whispers die down before I began to talk again. I caught Y/N’s eye while everyone was semi-distracted, giving her a small smile and a quick wink that only made her glare harder. I swallowed the chuckle with a cough, catching the room’s attention once again.

“Chester?” The heavyset man stood, a smug smile on his face that I was about to wipe off.“Yes, Taron ?”

I held back the snort at his presumption of using my first name. “You’re fired."Gasps rang out through the room, and Chester’s face went white. I glanced at the crowd, noticing a fair amount of them looked pleased with the new development, even though they tried to hide it. Chester began to splutter, and I cut him off.

"You don’t do any of your own work. You blame other people for your faults. You’ve been stealing from the office and those under you, and I don’t tolerate dishonesty or thieves. Get your shit and go.”

His face turned red, but he wisely held back whatever words he wanted to say. He turned and stomped out of the room, all of us watching as he went. He stepped out of the room, and I turned back to the others with a pleasant smile.“Now that that’s out of the way, let’s move on.”

Y/N:

Holy shit.

I wanted to clap, laugh, and cheer for this new development. My anger with Taron had temporarily abated, my happiness at his firing of Chester overshadowing everything else.“Y/N.” Taron ’s voice was sure, his gaze pinned on me as I froze in my seat. Oh shit, was I next?I stood on shaky feet, clasping my hands together to hide my nerves as I stared him down defiantly despite the pounding of my heart.

“You will be replacing Chester. If there’s anyone not on the team that you need or would like to move around, come to me and I will take care of it. I would also like to speak to you about your new responsibilities after this meeting is over.” He nodded, signalling that I could sit back down.I fell back into my chair, still processing what the hell had just happened. I tuned out the rest of the meeting while my brain tried to decide what Taron ’s motivation for this was. There were people here who had been there longer, in the actual field of work, that would have been better able to take over than a secretary.

Was this all his way of finally getting me to work for him? Anger rose anew at the thought, his manipulation and secrecy pissing me off. He couldn’t have bothered to tell me he was taking over? I ignored the voice in my head that said I’d been ignoring him so even if he had tried tot ell me I probably wouldn’t have listened.

I sat there fuming for the next 20 minutes, every possible reason for all of this getting worse and worse in my brain. Taron finally dismissed everyone and then motioned for me to follow him. I did so silently, waiting until we were alone to have the conversation that was bubbling inside. He didn’t initiate conversation, the ride in the elevator up to his office a couple floors above silent and vibrating with tension.

He let me in his office first, shutting the door behind me. As soon as I heard the click that signalled we were now private, I let loose.

“What’s the point of this? Are you doing all of this just to get back at me for ignoring you? Are you going to blackmail me with my new job, take it away if I don’t fuck you?”

His face had been impassive at first, but at my last words his eyes darkened and his expression turned thunderous. My words died at that look, my nipples perking against my will as he grabbed me and pressed me against the door, his face coming close to mine.

“I’m only going to say this once, so listen closely Y/N. I promoted you because I know you have the ability to get the job done, and fairly. I know it’s where you want to be. I know that everyone you talk to loves you, and that you will make a fuck of a lot better boss than Chester ever was."His words floored me. "How… how do you know that? About me, I mean?”

His eyes roamed over my face, the intensity bringing a blush to my cheeks. “David is a well of information once he gets started.”

I mentally cursed David, and then myself for giving him tidbits about me when I knew he was a worse gossip than old ladies in a small town.

“One last thing Y/N, and then we’ll get to business.” He leaned even closer, his face tilting so that he could talk directly into my ear. “When I fuck you, it will be because you’re begging for my cock in that tight, sweet little pussy of yours and not because of any goddamn job.”

He pushed away from me and turned, leaving me breathless and wet at his words, my ear still burning from the touch of his hot breath. I watched his saunter over to the chair of his new office before he sat, regarding me with a raised eyebrow.

“Well? Are you ready to get to work?”

I sprayed my new office with the can of air freshener I’d bought last night for the 50th time, trying to get rid of Chester’s scent that had seemed to permeate every corner. I finished the round of freshener, then fell into the brand new chair that had showed up this morning before I got in.

I hadn’t questioned it, only relieved that I wouldn’t have to sit in the same chair as Chester. The idea of that gave me the creeps. I was still getting used to the idea of being in charge of a whole team, but I couldn’t deny the excitement this new challenge brought me. It was where I’d wanted to be all along, and I was so incredibly grateful for all the support the people on my team were already showing me with this being my first official day on the job.

I’d stayed late to make sure that I had everything in order, and pretty much everyone else in the building had already left. I packed up my bag and headed out the door, taking the elevator down to the parking garage. I was mentally running through everything I had to finish tonight before delving even deeper tomorrow, which was probably why I didn’t hear the man shuffling up behind me while I tried to unlock my car door.

A hand grabbed my hair and slammed my forehead into the driver’s side window, pain blasting through my head and making me cry out. The hand tightened in my hair and I dropped everything in my hands to reach up and try to stop it from causing me more pain. I yelped loudly as tears gathered in my eyes while my head was yanked back, the rest of my body pressed against my car by the body of the man behind me,

“You little bitch. You fucked him so he would fire me, didn’t you? And then I bet you took his cock down your throat so you could have my job. Did you spill the beans about my skimming from the company too?”

The nasty voice took a minute to register through the pain, but when it did, I was even more horrified than before.

“Chester?”

His hand yanked on my hair again, and I couldn’t stop the tears from escaping my eyes at that point.

“Fucking whore. Do you realize what you’ve done?”

“What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything!”

“Shut up! You’ve ruined everything!” Chester’s voice was high and reedy, panic obvious. I had no idea what kind of trouble he’d gotten himself into, but it sounded like he was scared shitless. It was hard to feel bad for him at the moment though. I just had to figure out how to get out of this situation.

“Chester, just tell me what you need, I can help.”

“I can help,” He sneered in my ear, his breath wafting over my face and making me gag. “How much do you think your boyfriend will pay to get his slut back?”

I was so confused. “What boyfriend?”

He jerked my head around to face him, and I was horrified to see his face covered in bruises, his left eye completely swollen shut and the right bloodshot and full of anger. I glanced down and saw that the hand that wasn’t tangled in my hair was covered in a makeshift splint, his fingers purple and twisted unnaturally.

“Taron Egerton , the man you fucked to get my job.”

“I haven’t fucked him!” It was true, but by the maniacal laugh he let out, he wasn’t going to believe it.

“Yeah right. I’ve always known you’d do whatever it took to get that job. And it looks like you succeeded.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but he let go of my hair to slap me across the face before I could say anything more. I fell to the ground and curled up in a ball instantly to protect myself from what I was sure to be the beginning of a terrible beating.

I heard a loud thud and crunch and flinched before I realized the sound wasn’t coming from me. I heard some more grunts and odd sounds, and I lifted my head warily to see what was going on. My eyes widened in shock when I saw Chester on his back on the ground with a giant man towering over him, punching his face furiously. At this point, I couldn’t recognize Chester’s face through all the purple and red, blood flowing like crazy.

In the second after I took all that in, my saviour’s voice rang out through the empty parking garage.

“Don’t ever fucking touch her again!” With one more brutal punch, the man turned and faced me, chest heaving and fire in his eyes.

“Taron ,” I whispered out, stunned. He stared at me, his eyes raking over the wound on my forehead and cheek, my skin throbbing when his eyes landed on them. His jaw clenched and he took out his phone, pressing a button and putting it to his ear as he turned to kick Chester in the side a few times.

“E” He paused. “Yeah, the parking garage. Thanks.”

He hung up and turned back to me, holding out a hand.

I stared at it, taking in the blood and swollen knuckles before looking up to his face again. He looked at his own hand, realizing why I hesitated. He swore and then pulled out a cloth from his pants pocket, not even wincing as he cleaned off as much blood as possible. He shoved the cloth in his pocket and then held his hand out again.

“Come on Y/N, let me help you.”

His voice was soft, almost like he was asking me to trust him. And I did, despite the level of violence I’d just seen from him. It was highly possible that Chester was dead, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. If Taron hadn’t shown up, I could be the one laying there on the ground, covered in my own blood.I took his hand, careful of his wounds, and let him help me up. I bent down to grab my dropped purse and keys. I looked back up to Taron , a calm I wasn’t really feeling in my voice as I spoke.“Thank you. See you tomorrow then?” I turned back to my car, my hand shaking so violently I couldn’t get the key into the hole.

“Fuck Y/N,” he growled and swept me up in his arms. I started to protest, but he hushed me with one word. “Stop.”

I automatically settled in his arms, meeting his gaze with questions in my own.“I’m taking you home with me. I need to make sure you’re okay, and you’re in no condition to drive. Please, just let me do this for you. You can go back to hating me tomorrow.”

I shut my mouth, just nodding as I realized I really didn’t want to be alone. I found a weird comfort in his arms that I hadn’t felt in years, if ever. I let him put me in his car just a couple rows over that I hadn’t noticed before and buckle me in, wondering what was going to happen now.

TARON :

We drove in silence to my place, my anger still a burning hot thing inside me while she probably didn’t even realize she was shivering next to me. Thank fuck I’d worked late tonight and drove myself, or else who knows what would have happened to Y/N. The thought of that bastard Chester hurting her made me clench my hands on the wheel. the temptation to turn around and kill that fucker almost too much.

One look over at Y/N though, and I knew I was where I needed to be. I’d already called E, the mystery man on my staff who handled the ugly things like this, and Chester would be given to the very men who’d gotten to him before I did.

Yeah, I knew all about Chester’s gambling problem. He’d been stealing from the company for years to pay his debts, and he’d made a big bet the night before I’d fired him that he had no way to cover now. I would never have imagined that he’d take it out on Y/N though, or I would have made sure he never got near her.

I was feeling the guilt for not protecting her, but it was something I would have to deal with.I pulled into my driveway minutes later, punching in the code to my front gate before driving through and letting it shut behind me. I pulled up to the front door, knowing that someone would move my car where it needed to be eventually. I had Y/N to take care of right now, so the car could wait.

Going around to the passenger side door, I opened it and saw she hadn’t even unbuckled herself. I did it for her and pulled her into my arms again, loving how perfect it felt to have her there. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and snuggled into my chest, and I nearly stumbled at the warmth that shot through me.

I clutched her tighter to me and made it into my house and up the stairs to the master suite in record time. I walked straight into the bathroom and set her down on the toilet seat. I turned the shower on, testing the temperature before I pulled back.

“Y/N?” She didn’t move, still shivering. “Y/N, I need you to look at me.”

Her head slowly moved up, her eyes glassy but meeting mine.

“Hold it together for another few minutes so you can get warmed up. If I leave, will you be okay?”

“Yes,” she whispered and lowered her head again. I stared at her for a few seconds, warring with myself. I didn’t want to push her too hard, but I didn’t want her going into shock either.

“Alright. I’ll just be right outside the door so if you need me, just shout.”

“Okay.” Another small whisper, but she was responding.

I hesitated, but walked out the door and shut it softly behind me. I listened with my ear to the door, and I let out a sigh of relief when I heard movement and the sound of clothes hitting the tile. The sound of the water changed a minute later, and I knew she’d made it in.

I began to pace the carpet, fuming about the events of the night. My right hand throbbed with the memory of punching that asshole in the face, and I didn’t regret the bruises already forming.A sudden weird sound had me pausing, and I strained to listen. When I heard a second choked-back sob echo in the bathroom, I was opening the door and striding in there without even thinking about it. I pushed the shower door open and saw Y/N huddled up on the floor, arms around her knees as she sobbed as quietly as possible.

I knelt down, not caring about the water ruining my expensive suit, and took her in my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face in my shoulder, her body shaking with her tears as she let it all out.

“Shh, baby, I’ve got you. You’re safe.” I repeated those words over and over, holding her tight to me and petting her hair. I was practically vibrating with the need to go and kill Chester, but knowing that Y/N needed me here more kept my ass plastered to the bottom of the tub.

The water had started to cool by the time Y/N lifted her head from my shoulder, her hazel eyes now a muddy colour but no less beautiful for the torment in them. She sniffled and reached up to rub her eyes, clearing them a bit as she finally focused on me. She looked down at herself and I saw a blush rise on her cheeks when she realized she was naked, in my arms, while I was fully dressed and now soaking wet.

Despite the unholy temptation to glance down and take in her body for myself, I kept my eyes focused on hers. I needed her to trust me right now more than I needed to see her bare skin, and I wanted her to know that.

“Come on Y/N, let’s get you out of her and into something warm.” I kept my voice soft and reassuring, and I waited for her nod of assent before clasping her against my chest as I stood.She let out an adorable little squeak when I lifted her, and automatically wrapped her legs and arms tight around me. I held back a groan at the feeling of having her pressing against me. I needed to focus on getting her what she needed, not what my body wanted. Desperately.

I leaned over to shut the water off and stepped out, not caring about the water dripping from us as I headed back into my room. I reached behind my door and pulled my robe off the hook, awkwardly placing it around Y/N’s shoulders while I held her.

“You’re going to have to let go of me,” I said in a gently teasing voice.

She hesitated, then loosened her grip on my body. She slid down, and I bit my tongue as she rubbed against my dick that was unmistakably hard. Just because I knew I wasn’t going to be doing anything with her tonight, it didn’t mean my dick knew that. We both ignored him however, and I wrapped her up in my robe while I pretended not to notice her body.I brought her over to a chair and had her sit down. “Stay there, I’ll be right back.”

I hurried into my closet and stripped off the ruined clothing, leaving it on the floor to deal with later. I quickly changed into some sweats and t-shirt and made my way back out to Y/N.

Stepping out of my closet, my eyes locked with Y/N’s in the mirror I’d sat her in front of. Her face was still slightly red from her crying, but her eyes seemed to hold more cognizance than before which I was immensely grateful for.

I held her gaze as I moved toward her, letting the silence between us hang there, the tension in the air there but set to the side. I stepped up behind her and lifted my hands, cautiously placing them on her shoulders. When she didn’t flinch or back away from me, I knew she was going to be okay.

“I want to take care of you tonight. Will you let me do that?”

Her eyes widened slightly, and she nodded haltingly.

“I want you to be sure. I swear I won’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable, but I also want to make you feel good.”

A small, strangled sound escaped her and I suddenly realized how my words sounded. My cock jumped beneath my sweats, and I mentally berated it. I moved my hands from her shoulders to her neck, pausing when I felt her quick heartbeat. Pushing away the sudden desire to clasp a hand around her neck and make her tilt back for my kiss, I moved my hands higher into her hair, beginning to massage her scalp.

Her eyes closed and a blissful moan fell out from between her parted lips. I bit my tongue again, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last time tonight. Ignoring the blood rushing from my brain, I continued to massage her head, waiting until she’d practically melted into the chair to take my hands away.

Her eyes popped open when my hands left her, and I smiled at her. “I’m going to get you something to sleep in.”

She nodded and settled back into the chair. I could feel her eyes on me as I walked back to my closet, finding a pair of shorts with a tie and one of my t-shirts for her. After handing them to her and telling her she could go change in the bathroom, I set about making sure that my bed had clean sheets for her. I was just placing the comforter on top when she came out of the bathroom, prompting me to look up at her.

My mouth went dry as I took in the sight of her wearing my old high school mascot shirt- and nothing else. She was holding the shorts in her hand, and gave me a little shrug.

“They weren’t really staying on.” She set them on a nearby chair, and then wrung her hands together as she waited for me to respond.

My dumb ass was still stuck on taking her in. Her long, strawberry hair spilling around her slim shoulders in waves. Her eyes large and cautious. Her braless tits peaking underneath the thin cotton, calling to me. She finally cleared her throat, and I stood up straight from the bed."Right. Uh, well, you can have the bed. I’m going to go out to the couch.”

I started hurrying out of the room, but her grasp on my arm halted me as I walked past her.“Please,” she said in a broken voice that had me turning to face her. “Don’t leave me alone."I shut my eyes and took a deep, steadying breath. "If that’s what you need, then-”

My words were halted by her hand tightening on my arm and pulling me towards the bed. I’ll take that as a yes.

She climbed into my bed like she’d done it a hundred times before and buried herself underneath the blankets. She looked so cosy, so content, that my heart beat hard in my chest imagining what it’d be like to have her in my bed past tonight. In my life.

Shaking those thoughts from my head, I slid in next to her and kept as much distance between us as possible. Not because I didn’t want to curl up behind her and encase her in my arms, but because I knew she’d gone through something traumatic tonight and I wasn’t willing to make her feel like I was pressuring her into anything. even though she’d been the one to ask me to stay, it didn’t mean anything more than that she didn’t want to be alone.

I heard her shift in bed , and I could feel her staring at me. Risking a glance, I saw her on her side facing me, a soft look in her eyes.

“Thank you, T. For saving me tonight, and for everything after. I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t been there.”

I swallowed hard as red began to take over my vision. “I’m glad I was there too, Y/N. But no need to thank me.”

With that, I looked away from her, waiting until she turned onto her other side. I listened to her breathing, noticing when it deepened and slowed indicating she’d fallen asleep. Only then did I turn on my side to face her, studying the hidden lines of her body, the unique scent of her that enveloped me as I lay there, thanking whatever gods existed that I was there at the right time tonight. It was those prayers I fell asleep to hours later, my eyes never once leaving the woman in my bed.

Y/N:

I jerked awake, my heart pounding while I stared at the ceiling as the dregs of the dream I was having faded away in the early morning light coming through the window.Wait, that wasn’t right. I had blackout curtains, so what-

I whipped my head to the side as memories flooded my brain, and my heart softened and sped up all at once to see Taron sleeping next to me, noticing our legs tangled together and his hand laying on the bed between us, lightly gripping the ends of my hair.

The dream I’d been having came back to memory and I felt my cheeks heat up at the realization that I’d been having a sex dream about Taron . It was no wonder, when I’d been suffering for weeks to battle my desire for him, and then being surrounded by his scent and presence all night after he’d literally saved my life? Yeah, there was no fighting that now.

My clit pulsed when a vision of T slowly fucking into me from above while my legs were held up by his broad shoulders, and a light moan left me. I was wearing nothing but T’s shirt, and even that was tantalizing. My nipples had been hard since I woke up, and I could feel how wet my pussy was from the dream.

I shifted unconsciously, and I bit my lip as a wicked idea ran though my mind. He seemed to be sleeping deeply enough, maybe if I touched myself just a little to ease the ache, he wouldn’t know?

I kept my head turned towards him so I could watch for any signs he was waking up, and my right hand slid down beneath the blankets to touch my wet pussy. I couldn’t help the small gasp as my fingertips brushed my clit, sending lightning through me.

I paused, waiting for T to wake up, but he didn’t move a muscle. Happy to see that, I continued to slowly rub my clit with two fingers. I studied the lines of his face, the chiselled jaw of his that called for me to kiss it, to feel the stubble growing there rough against my soft lips. Just looking at him and remembering the way his hands had felt on me last night, massaging my head already had me dripping wet. I shuddered as my fingers began to speed up and my eyes closed in pleasure.

“Y/N,” I imagined him saying into my ear. My free hand moved under the shirt I was wearing, pushing it up my stomach so I could squeeze my breast like I imagined he would.I could practically hear him moan in my head, and my fingers moved faster on my clit as my hips lightly thrust into the air.

“Y/N,” Taron said again in my head. I shivered at the sound, how real it was. Something tugged my hair, and the sharp tingles it sent across my scalp hand me moaning. Man, if I’d known accidentally laying on my own hair would have that affect, I’d have tried that a lot sooner!“Y/N, stop.”

My eyes popped open and I froze, little pieces putting themselves together. Exactly how real his voice had sounded. The pulling on my hair. It had actually been him the whole time, awake.I stared up at the ceiling, to embarrassed to look over at him. Fuck, could this get any worse? I still had one hand buried in my pussy and the other gripping my tit, but I couldn’t seem to move.“Look at me Y/N.” He waited patiently for me to gather up the courage. When I did, it was to see him with eyes dilated and full of desire. His body was tight with tension, and one quick glance down had me noticing the giant tent in his sweats.

“I… I don’t know what came over me, I’m sorry.” The words fell from me, breaths shaky and stuttered.

“I don’t really think you are. I think you’re sorry I caught you rubbing your pussy in my bed, but I doubt you’re sorry you did it. Are you?”

His eyes blazed at me with need and a challenge. Would I pretend like I didn’t know what he meant, and let this be the end of it? Or…

“No. I’m not sorry.” My heart sped up even more, and I knew he could see the pulse beating in my neck. “I’m only sorry I’m the one doing it, and not you.”

It took a split second for my words to register, but when they did, his reaction was more than I could have hoped for.

A low growl reverberated in the air around me, and in just a couple seconds he was kneeling between my spread legs, everything bared to his sight as he pushed my arms above my head and into the soft bed.

“It’s been fucking torture,” he groaned while he leaned down and nibbled on my neck. “To see you walking around in those fucking pencils skirts and those damn high heels. To need and want you so badly, and not being able to touch you. But now that you’re in my bed willingly, offering up this pretty as fuck pussy to me? Now, I’m going to get my fill.”

He paused to pull back and study my face, looking for any sign I wasn’t on board.“I need you,” I whispered. It was all he needed to hear. Dropping his forehead onto mine, he stayed there for a second, giving me one last chance to back away. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled my body up to meet his, rubbing myself against him through his pants.That seemed to be the last straw. His mouth was on mine before I could take another breath, and I moaned loudly when his tongue came out to tangle with mine. He groaned in response, and sooner than I would have wanted he pulled away.

“Now tell me my sweet little Y/N,” he murmured as he sat back on his heels, inspecting me. “What was it that had you stroking that pussy this morning?”

I bit my lip, embarrassment flooding me again. I really didn’t want to tell him I’d dreamt about him, but I wasn’t sure he would believe a lie if I tried to tell one. His hands moved to grip my thighs, squeezing them before bringing his hands closer together, his thumbs stopping when they met the crease between my leg and pussy lips. He stroked the sensitive skin there, telling me wordlessly that he would continue if I answered him.

I swallowed. “I was dreaming about you, and, ohh…” I broke off when his fingers moved closer, stroking my wet lips. Such a light touch, and so powerful.

“Don’t stop baby, tell me about the dream.”

I fisted the sheets next to my hips and pressed up towards him as I continued in a strained and panting voice. “I dreamed that after you climbed into bed with me last night you didn’t stop yourself from pulling me closer. That you, um, rubbed your cock on my ass while you played with me.”

“Mmm, sounds like a good dream,” he said in raspy tones.

“Yeah… this is better.”

“I haven’t even really touched your pussy yet,” he teased.“Please,” I begged, looking down my body at him. “Please touch my pussy.”

“Since you asked so nicely…”

I watched hungrily, heart beating wildly in my chest, as he leaned forward and took one long lick through my folds. I moaned, my head falling back onto the pillow while I trembled beneath his hands and tongue.

I was no inexperienced woman, but I had never felt anything like this. I had never been so close to coming from just a few swipes of a man’s tongue. His tongue rasped through my folds over and over, dragging me closer and closer to orgasm until my hands were buried in his hair and my hips were grinding up into his face.

“Please, oh please please let me come.” Words fell out of my mouth and echoed around us in his room. His hands grasped my thighs tightly a second before he took my throbbing clit in his mouth and sucked, flicking his tongue across the surface and making me burst into a million pieces.

“Taron! Fuck!” My whole body was shaking, jerking under him as he held me down, humming against me in obvious pleasure at my reaction.

I was just barely starting to come down when T pushed himself up and over me, his eyes fully dilated and my juices still glistening on his face.

“You have no fucking idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that. And Y/N, it was even better than I dreamed.”

I flushed under his praise, a shy smile tilting my lips up. “I think I know what you mean.”

I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me, kissing him and tasting myself on his lips. He groaned into my mouth, tilting our heads so that he could kiss me deeper, harder, ratcheting my desire for him right back up.

I pulled away first to look at him. Even though he’d gone down on me and kissed me like he was just seconds away from fucking me within an inch of my life, he still held his hips away from mine. Hell, he was still wearing clothes! The orgasm he’d given me with my mouth had only temporarily satisfied me; I wanted to feel him pumping in and out of me, our skin slick with perspiration as we barrelled towards the edge together.

I moved my hands down his body and grabbed his firm ass, pulling him down tight against me so I could rub against him. The moment our hips met and I shifted underneath him, and strangled sound wrestled itself from T’s throat and his hips thrust hard into mine. A loud cry left me, part surprise and part pleasure at the absolute wildness of the movement.

“Wait, Y/N, I can’t.” He started to pull away, and I wrapped myself like a koala to stop him. I waited until he opened his eyes and looked at me before speaking.“Why not?”

TARON:

Goddammit. Every second she spent wrapped around me was weakening my resolve. She stared up at me with her molten eyes, pleading for me not to go.

“I don’t want to take advantage of you. After last night…” I trailed off, the familiar anger with Chester burning in my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing through my nose to calm down.A soft hand pressed against my cheek, and the calm I’d been looking for settled over me like a blanket. I opened my eyes to look at Y/N, and saw her eyes full of some emotion I was afraid to name.

“While I appreciate your thoughtfulness,” she began, “I’m not looking for you to be gentle right now. I’m not going to break. Nothing happened to me; you were there to save me. And I need you, T. Remind me what it feels like to be alive.”

I hesitated for just a second, and she saw that. A wicked gleam replaced the soft emotions that were there before, and when she spoke again her words came out on a throaty purr that was impossible for me to resist.

“Come on Taron. Don’t you want to know what it feels like inside my tight, wet pussy? I bet you can slide in all the way on your first try, even though you’re so fucking big.” She moved one hand down and slipped underneath my pyjama pants, finding me bare and hard, throbbing and leaking with need for her.

I couldn’t help the thrust my hips gave into her soft hand, her grip just the right strength to have me leaking more precum than before.

She purred, and continued to talk while she used her heels to push my pants down, baring my cock in her hand to the both of us. The sight was so fucking erotic that I nearly lost it, but it was her next words that made me snap.

“Mmm, imagine all this cum leaking from my pussy baby. Don’t you want to see that? I’m on birth control, so you can come in me if you want.”

“Jesus Christ,” I grit out as she rubbed her thumb across the head of my cock and gathered my cum to taste it. My mind blanked, only one thought going through my mind. “You want me to fuck you Y/N? Fine.”

I yanked her shirt the rest of the way off and flipped her over onto her stomach, tying her arms behind her back before she could say a word of protest. I ran my fingers down from her shoulders the fabric of the shirt, then over the skin of her ass to her thighs, taking the touch away from her right before I smacked the right side of her ass. She let out a yelp and jumped a little, but calmed when I rubbed my hand over the pink mark.

“That’s what you get for pushing me, you naughty girl. You couldn’t leave well enough alone, and now you’re about to get more than what you bargained for.”

I paused for a second, then leaned down and murmured carefully in her ear, “If this isn’t okay, just let me know.”

She let out a shaky laugh. “Please, don’t stop. I love it.”

I grinned and sat back up. I spanked her other cheek a little harder than the first time, and the sound she let out had my cum leaking onto her skin where I straddled her thighs. I leaned back just a little and used my hands to spread her lips apart as much as I could with my legs keeping her tight together, and my mouth watered at the sight of how wet she was, the insides of her thighs shimmering with her arousal. I slid a finger down and ran it across her, then pressed forward into her tight hole just enough to tease her.

“You weren’t kidding, you’re fucking soaked baby. This cunt is going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

“Please!” She wriggled under my hands, trying to entice me to push more than just a finger inside her.

“All in good time, Y/N. Let me play a little with this naughty pussy of yours first.”

A whimper left her and her hands clenched in restraint. God, just seeing her back tense and her skin ripple with goose bumps as I lightly thrust my one finger in and out of her had me growling. I was going to tease her a little longer, but I had overestimated my self restraint.

I wrapped one hand around her bound forearms and pressed down, telling her silently to be still. Slipping my now soaked finger from her pussy, I brought it up through the crease of her ass, swirling the tip across her puckered asshole. My eyes widened when all she did was melt under me, a loud moan filling the moment of quiet. My finger paused there, pressing just a tiny bit as I tested her reaction.

“Um, oh my god, just… shit.” Y/N’s words were jumbled, and if her brain was as scrambled as mine was at this little revelation then I could understand.

“Y/N… do you like having your asshole played with? And don’t lie to me,” I said in a mocking voice as I pressed my finger against her again and relished the way her hips automatically pressed back towards me.

“Yes,” she mumbled into the blankets. I could barely understand her, but since I already knew what the answer was, it wasn’t difficult to decipher.

A low, excited laugh left me. “Oh baby, we’re going to have so much fun together.” I pulled my finger away and loved the way she let out a disappointed sound. Pressing slightly harder against he back, I cam up to my knees and took my cock in hand, pressing the already wet and dripping tip against the spot my finger had just left.

She jerked against me in surprise, and I let another laugh escape me as I pulled away.“Don’t worry, I’m not going there yet. Although I have to say, the way you pressed back against me like you wanted my cock in your ass first, is very tempting.” I moved my tip down to her cunt and notched it against her, pausing for a second while I steadied myself.

“Taron, stop teasing me and just fuck me please!”

How could I deny her when she begged so pretty? With one thrust, I went balls deep just like she’d mention earlier, her pussy immediately pulsing around me as she screamed my name out. It took everything I had in me not to come with her, the fact that with just one thrust of my cock in her had her breaking apart nearly too fucking good to resist going with her.

I managed though, and after a few deep breaths I had enough control to start pulling out of her. Little moaned and whimpers left her as my cock rubbed against her sensitive walls, her body still shaking from the orgasm she was having.

“Shit Y/N, I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”

“Doesn’t matter. S-s-sooo good,” she moaned out as I started to really fuck her, her ass bouncing into my hips and adding one more layer to the moment.

I was panting, my skin burning hot as a film of sweat gathered on my skin, sheer willpower and need for her to come again before I did driving my hips hard and fast against her.

I used my free hand to spank her ass rapid-fire, feeling how she clenched tighter around me with every smack. I continued to fuck her as I took my thumb and ran it back and forth across where we were joined, making both of us moan. Once my thumb was completely coated in both our juices, I brought it back up to her ass and played with her forbidden spot.

“Oh Jesus fuck,” she gasped loudly and threw her head back, her spine arching in pure pleasure as I pressed my thumb inside her. I felt her begin to ripple around my cock again, and my eyes widened while I slammed my hips harder into her, going so fucking deep I swear my cock touched her cervix.

“Shit, are you going to come again from my thumb in your ass?”

“Yes,” she cried out. “Fuck me so deep with your cock in my pussy and your thumb in my ass. I’m gonna come!”

I pulled up on her bound arms so her chest was lifted off the bed as I drove my thumb all the way in, my cock pistoning in and out of her gushing cunt.

Less than a second later, she was coming all over me, and I couldn’t resist the call that time. I yelled out along with her, coming so hard inside her that I couldn’t even breathe. My cum glazed her walls and spilled out around us as I continued to thrust in and out of her, dragging our orgasms out as much as possible.

I wanted the feeling to go on forever, but eventually we started to come down. We both collapsed onto the bed, and I began to untie her arms, rubbing them to make sure the circulation was going through and she wasn’t injured in any way.

Once I determined she was good, I turned her over and cuddled her into my side. She happily curled into me, humming with happiness with a big smile and eyes closed. We were still panting from exertion, but I’d never felt so replete and satisfied. I hadn’t expected Y/N, but I was sure as hell glad for her.

I knew I was going to keep her around; it was just a matter of convincing her to stick with me. Looking down at Y/N in the soft sunlight of the early morning, watching her as she began to fall asleep in my arms, I knew this was only the beginning for us.

@primaba11erina

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Tree House Kisses, Chapter 19 (Adorney) - Scorpio and Veronica

A/N: Click here for previous chapters. xoxo!

Chapter Summary: Romance is in season. And as Courtney’s big day approaches, Adore continues to spoil her. Some people appreciate this more than others...

Chapter 19: We Go Together

As the recording of “Greased Lightning” finished for the second time, the boys all sighed and sat down. “Can we please take a break?” Bob asked.

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea,” Roy agreed. “Besides, I could really use some advice.”

“I already taught your girlfriend everything I know, Del Rio,” Willam offered, settling against the wall and stretching out his legs.

“Not like that. It’s just that Adore is doing this whole ‘ten presents for ten years of friendship’ thing. You just know they are all gonna be super deep and meaningful and Courtney cried at the first one and I have to think of something better. I cannot let Adore Delano beat me here.”

Bob laughed. “Okay, well, how about diamonds?”

“I’m also not a fucking millionaire, you idiot.”

“Okay, then how about a real sexy thong and some condoms?” Bod suggested with a wink.

“Yeah, great idea, Bob. I’m gonna give her condoms and a thong in front of her mother. You’re a genius.”

“You’re the genius that asked me for advice!”

“Anyone else? Jamin? Please?” Roy begged.

“Don’t ask me,” Jamin said. “My ex is a cunt who broke my heart.”

“Well, actually, you cheated on her, but potato potahto, I guess.”

Jamin scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

“Will? Come on, you hang out with all girls, you must have an idea.”

“I saw these really killer thigh high boots the other day. You should get those for her. Size 12.” He fluttered his lashes up at Roy, pursing his lips seductively.

“I hate all of you,” Roy moaned, resting his head against the wall. “Fucking Adore, she’s totally gonna win. I hate her too.”

Bob scoffed. “Roy, you’ve known Courtney longer than Adore has. You should be using that to your advantage.”

“That’s...true…” Roy considered this. “You know what, you’re right, Bob. Thank you!”

Courtney sat beside Roy in the front row of the theatre, watching the girls do the sleepover scene. They were working on Adore’s solo, “Freddy My Love,” and she was enjoying watching her friend ham it up. Mrs. Maguire was encouraging her to play around, going into the audience to “flirt” with people.

Adore pranced over to where she and Roy were sitting and shimmied her shoulders, then leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Courtney giggled.

“Yes, we know Courtney’s cute. Now try it with Roy,” Mrs. Maguire urged.

“You want me to give Roy a lap dance? Um, first of all, VOMIT--” Adore began.

“Thanks,” said Roy.

Adore rolled her eyes. “And second, I’m gay, so I’m pretty sure you asking me to do that is like, a crime against nature?”

Mrs. Maguire laughed. “I said flirt with him, Adore, not give him a lap dance. Like blow him a kiss or wink at him when you walk by. No touching required.”

“Oh.”

“Also, I am aware that you’re gay. And we’re all very proud. But your character is straight.”

Adore smirked. “See, I’m not so sure about that.”

“You’re telling me that you think Marty is gay? The character with 40 boyfriends?” Mrs. Maguire raised her eyebrows.

“Well that’s exactly it! She has forty boyfriends! So she’s obviously not very romantically minded with these boys, is she? I mean, she’s just using them for like, presents and money. She’s just kind of...using the assets she has at her disposal.”

Courtney laughed. “She’s an ingenious business person, actually.”

“Exactly!”

Mrs. Maguire tapped her foot. “So we’re playing Marty as a lesbian?”

“I mean, her name is Marty. Come on.”

“Alright, alright.” Mrs. Maguire laughed. “You’ve convinced me. Proceed.”

Adore raised her fists in triumph and then looked down at Courtney. “Get ready for a lap dance,” she said with a wink.

“I was born ready!” Courtney giggled.

Roy shot her a dirty look.

“What?!” she leaned her head on his shoulder, batting her eyelashes. “Like you’d say no to a lap dance?”

As rehearsal wrapped up, and the kids gathered their things, Adore sidled up to Courtney, slipping a wrapped package into her hands. Courtney looked up at her with a beaming smile, happiness filling her chest.

Adore grinned, knowing she was scoring extra points by giving her the gift in front of everyone, as the blonde excitedly unwrapped the slim box, emblazoned with the numbers “1997” in glitter. Inside, it contained a simple slip of paper, a rubbing of their names from the wall of Adore’s tree house.

“Come on!” Adore shrieked, dragging Courtney by the wrist, not even letting her swallow the cereal she’d just shoveled into her mouth.

“Alright, alright,” Courtney giggled, stumbling after her into the bright morning light and following her into her backyard, where she proudly showed off what had to be the most beautiful tree house Courtney had ever seen. “WOW!”

“I know, right!” Adore ran up to the ladder, pulling Courtney along.

They both scrambled up the ladder excitedly. Inside was even cooler than outside. Beanbag chairs, built-in cupboards, art supplies all ready to decorate it and make it their own...Courtney would be 100% jealous if it wasn’t for the next words that left Adore’s mouth.

“And I mean, I know it’s in my backyard, but it’s basically OUR tree house, ya know? I mean, ‘cause you’re my best friend. It wouldn’t be any fun without you.”

Courtney lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Adore’s shoulders happily. “It’s the best house ever and you’re the best friend ever.”

Without any warning, two heads popped up through the trapdoor. Roy and Bob. Ugh. Adore shrieked and slammed the door shut, nearly hitting them. “NO BOYS ALLOWED!”

“OW! ADORE!!” Bob yelled. “YOU POOP HEAD!”

“Jesus CHRIST, Adore, we just wanted to see it! What the FUCK!” Roy bellowed.

Adore stuck her head out the window. “Next week maybe, this week is girls only. Sorry!”

Courtney giggled and pulled her down onto one of the bean bags, cuddling together.

Courtney gazed at the rubbing, eyes misty. “Remember how we wanted to carve our names but no one would give us a knife so we had to steal the screwdriver from your mom’s toolbox?”

Adore nodded, giggling, and kissed her on the forehead. “And no one lost any fingers.”

Roy huffed. “Dude, you're making me look bad with this sentimental stuff,” he whined.

“Sorry, bro,” Adore replied with a smirk.

Courtney giggled. “I guess you’ll just have to try harder, babe.”

He crossed his arms. “And I’m still a little peeved about that ‘no boys allowed’ stuff.”

“Well, maybe if you didn’t bathe in Old Spice, I’d have let you in,” Adore commented, flipping her hair.

“Old Spice smells good,” Roy defended, then turned to Courtney. “You like it, right babe?”

“Totally,” Courtney assured him, cutting her eyes at Adore slightly, both of them laughing.

“Hey, Shea. Glad you took my advice.” Pearl pulled a chair next to her sewing machine and leaned casually on the table.

“Hey, Pearl,” Shea flashed her signature coy smile before going back to her work.

“Whatcha makin’?”

“A dress.”

“What kind of dress, Shea?”

“The kind that requires concentration, Pearl,” Shea quipped, with a hair toss and some side eye, trying to hide the mischievous glimmer in her eyes that told Pearl how much she was enjoying their interaction.

“Oh, well in that case...see you later, Shea.”

“Bye, Pearl.” Shea continued to concentrate on the sewing machine, not looking up until the last second, when Pearl paused in the doorway, tossing a wink over her shoulder. She quickly looked back down, cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

“Okay, everyone, please settle. We’ve just heard that there were no fatalities and all injuries were superficial, but we need to remain on lockdown while the police finish casing the school. So just sit tight, alright?” Mr. Harris was trying to maintain a semblance of order in the classroom after a shooting in the parking lot had led to a lockdown.

“Ughhh, this suuucks,” April whined. “I just finally heard from my brother, of course the asshole didn’t respond for like 30 minutes so I thought he was dead for the last half hour.” She shook her head. “He said it’s between the Cambodians and the South Americans.”

“Great, I guess I should call my brother,” said Violet, “Hopefully he’s not headed to Juvie.”

Pearl looked at Courtney, shaking her head. “It’s so awkward to be white in these situations, huh?”

“Actually, I’m a quarter Brazilian,” Courtney replied.

Adore’s head snapped up from her phone, where she’d been texting her cousins. “Courtney, there is serious gang violence going on. Shut the fuck up with that Brazil bullshit.”

Courtney slouched a little, whispering, “Sorry.”

“Oh, leave her alone, Adore. No one’s dead.”

“Yeah, this time,” Adore said.

“I said I’m sorry! I know it’s serious. I’m sorry.” Courtney reached for Adore’s hand. “Are your cousins okay?”

Adore sighed. “Yeah. Luckily they barely come to class, so…” Adore reached down into her bag, pulling out a box. “While we’re trapped here, might as well make the most of it…”

Courtney took the box, which had “1998” written on it, and opened it, smiling.

“Thanks, Dory.” Inside, it was filled with candy - Fun Dip, Sour Patch Kids, Tootsie Roll Pops, Pixie Stix, Pop Rocks. She clapped her hands, squealing. “Alright, who wants a sugar rush?!”

“Be quiet,” Adore shushed a giggly Courtney as they crawled past Bonnie, who was napping on the couch, and into the kitchen.

“Sorry,” Courtney smiled, as they stood up, Adore flicking on the kitchen light.

Adore lead Courtney to the cupboard, trying to quietly opened the door in hopes that the squeaky bolts wouldn't wake Bonnie.

“We went to the store yesterday and bought so much candies and cookies and chips.” Adore said excitedly.

Adore looked back at the kitchen entrance before climbing up the shelves. Courtney watched, mouth agape, before spinning around, the thrill of sneaking candy making it hard for her to stand still.

“Here,” Adore tried to whisper-yell as she threw the candy down from the bucket.

Courtney laughed in delight as she tried and failed to catch the candy. Adore jumped down landing with a loud thump.

“Adore?” Bonnie's voice caused both the girls to freeze in place, “Is that you in the kitchen, Dory?”

Courtney covered her mouth, scared that they’d been caught.

“Uh… Yes. I’m getting water,” Adore tried her best to sound like she wasn’t stealing candy.

“Okay, baby… Just keep it down.” Bonnie replied, sleepily.

“Yes ma’am.”

Candy wrappers were scattered across the tree house. Adore was splayed across a bean bag listening to the crackling of pop rocks in her mouth and Courtney’s leg shook as she dipped the stick into the sugary powder, mouth stained blue.

“This is soooo good!” Courtney said, wiggling in her spot.

Adore smiled as her best friend continued to do a little dance, “Did you try this? It pops in your mouth.”

Courtney’s expression turned into one of confusion and shock, “Pops!?”

“Yeah,” Adore nodded, scooting over to Courtney, “say ahh.” Adore said as she poured a few pop rocks into Courtney’s mouth.

She burst into laughter as Courtney let out a squeak of delight, green eyes going wide. “More more more!”

“Omigod, you were such a little hyperactive crackass when you ate all that sugar. You know what, this was a terrible idea, give me that candy back…” Adore said, reaching for the box.

“NO!” Courtney shrieked, holding it out of her reach. “It’s my birthday and I WANT CANDY!”

“Nope, I changed my mind…” Adore lunged forward, and the two girls laughed as they started play wrestling, Courtney holding fistfuls of the candy in her hands, trying to shove a lollipop into Adore’s mouth. “It’s mine, you bitch!” she laughed.

Pearl glanced up with a grin on her face, and caught Violet’s eye, the brunette looking as irritated as ever by Courtney and Adore’s weird dynamic. She suppressed a small laugh, reaching over to the open box and taking a package of candy, then walking over to Violet’s seat.

“Hey, Vies. Found some candy with your name on it. Wanna share?” She held up the package of Sour Patch Kids.

“Hilarious,” Violet said drily.

Pearl opened the candy and perched on Violet’s desk. “Would you lighten up? Come on…” she held out the open package.

“You know, you’re not nearly as cute as you think you are,” Violet commented, taking a few of the sour candies with an eyeroll.

“Oh yeah? And how cute am I?” Pearl asked, fluttering her lashes.

“Go fuck yourself…” Violet pushed her off the desk.

Pearl laughed and blew her a kiss. “See you later, muffin. Always a pleasure.”

“Hey, Adore what’s up?” Raja asked as Adore slid into the booth across from her, grabbing the plate of pizza that Raja pushed towards her. Adore loved that Raja worked at Cici’s Pizza because it meant free pizza for Adore and she was not one to turn down free pizza.

“Hey. I was wondering if you had any plans for next weekend?” Adore asked, picking at the cheese of her pizza a bit nervous.

“Nothing concrete. What’s up?” Raja shrugged, biting into her slice of pizza.

“Well, Courtney’s having a party on Saturday...”

“Who’s Courtney?” Raja asked, nose scrunched up in confusion.

“My best friend,” Adore was slightly taken aback that Raja wasn’t familiar with her, “The blonde, she’s doing the Radio Voice part...” Adore tried to jog Raja’s memory, but she only shook her head. “I gave a birthday present to at rehearsal the other day.”

“Oh, she’s the one dating that Roy dude?”

“Yeah… she’s dating Roy.” The tone in Adore’s voice changed. Maybe inviting Raja wasn’t the smartest idea.

“Mmm, nah. I think I might be busy, but if you want to hang out after then just text me and let me know, okay?” Raja smiled, looking at Adore with those hypnotizing brown eyes.

The butterflies fluttered in her stomach and Adore nodded. She figured that Courtney’s party wasn’t exactly Raja’s style, but it hadn’t hurt to ask.

Trinity and Fame laid spread across Violet’s bed, staring down at the dark-haired girl as she stretched her legs; complaining about school and school related things.

“When is your next recital?” Trinity asked, changing the subject, fingers drumming against the frame of Violet’s bed.

“In May.” Violet said, switching to the other leg.

“We're all going again?”

“Maybe,” Violet shrugged, “If I want to get you all tickets.”

Trinity rolled her eyes, before looking over to Fame, raising an eyebrow posing a silent question. Fame shrugged and nodded at Trinity.

“So, can we talk about the elephant in the room,” Fame said twirling her hair around her fingers.

“You shouldn’t talk about yourself like that,” Violet sat back on her hands a smirk on her lips.

“Fuck you!” Fame laughed, throwing a pillow at Violet.

“I’m kidding. You’re incredibly beautiful.” She smiled sweetly at Fame.

“Well, I wasn’t going to bring it up but since Fame did… let’s talk about it.” Trinity sat up, folding her legs under herself.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Violet said, moving into a split and stretching forward.

“You and-”

“Adore,” Fame finished for Trinity.

“Who?” Violet asked, staying in her position to avoid looking at either of the girls.

Trinity and Fame glance at each other, concern apparent on both their faces.

“Don't play dumb, just tell us what happened.”

“You were there, Trin. She told us, nothing happened.” Violet stood up, grabbing the stray pillow and tossing it back onto the bed.

“That’s what Adore said, but from the way that you’re acting it was more than just nothing.” Trinity rolled her eyes at Violet’s stubbornness.

“I’m not acting like anything,” Violet shot back. “Nothing's wrong.”

“We’re just trying to solve whatever this is between you two, because lunch is starting to get a bit awkward for everyone,” Trinity snapped back.

“Yeah…” Fame nodded.

Violet crossed her arms, looking down at her carpet with sudden interest, before finally sighing, “Fine whatever, it won’t be awkward at lunch anymore.”

“Good, as long as you and Adore are still friends, the group--” Fame started.

“I didn’t say we were friends.” Violet said pointedly, gaining groans of frustration from both the girls.

Courtney sat at her desk, half-heartedly working on her English essay while exchanging pictures of possible ideas for the centerpieces via AIM with Darienne, who was the queen of crafting. She’d already helped her with the invitations and was turning out to be a real lifesaver.

Courtney turned her head when she heard knocking on the window, puzzled to see Adore’s face pressed up against the glass. “Let me in!”

Courtney walked over to the window and opened it, giggling. “What are you doing?” She helped her wiggle through the window.

“I was trying to--OW! Be like, cute and it sort of relates to the present, but it would have been a lot more dramatic if you weren’t on the ground floor.”

Courtney laughed and helped her up off the carpet, taking the offered present, labeled “1999.” She opened it to reveal a DVD of Dawson’s Creek, and burst out laughing. “Okay, I get the window thing now. Thank you.”

They moved to sit on the bed. Adore grinned. “Remember how our parents found out that they like, talked about masturbation in the first episode and so they thought it was inappropriate and didn’t let us watch, and so we had to secretly tape it and watch in your sister’s room?”

“Yes! Which was totally hypocritical because like, masturbation was a frequent dinner table conversation in my house. I think my mom was just trying to make the same rules as Bonnie or something dumb like that.”

“Does your mom still try to talk to you about--”

“No, thank goodness, but she did ask me if I thought she should wax her vagina last week. Like I’m supposed to know what’s trendy in vagina grooming.”

“Oh my GOD, Karen.”

“I was like ‘I’m pretty sure that’s a personal decision, mom, and I support whatever choice you make.’”

“I’d have probably left the room and not talked to her for a month.”

“Well she accosted me in the dressing room while we were buying my outfit for the party! But at least she let me get the dress I wanted.” Courtney grinned.

“Was it really worth it?” Adore grimaced.

“You’ll have to tell me.” Courtney rolled over, laughing, chin resting on her arms. “So what are you up to tonight?”

“Uhh...I’m supposed to be hanging out with Raja later, when she gets off work.”

“Has anything...happened with her?” Courtney asked tentatively.

Adore groaned, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to her chest. “Ugh, no, and it’s driving me nuts. Like...I like her so much, and I think she likes me too, but then...sometimes I think it’s all in my head. I feel so stupid.”

Courtney swallowed, ignoring the strange feeling in her stomach whenever she thought about her best friend with the beautiful senior. “It’s not all in your head,” she said softly. “She definitely likes you.”

“Then what is TAKING SO LONG?!” Adore whined. “I mean, it’s not like I wanted a fucking Valentine, but why isn’t she making any moves?”

Courtney tilted her head. “Why does she have to make the moves?”

Adore looked at her. “Well...I mean…I don't know. Cause she's the grown up.”

Courtney raised an eyebrow. “Dude.”

“Good point.” Adore giggled. “I guess I better put up or shut up.”

“Guess so.” Courtney bit her lip.

Adore sat up. “I should probably get going.”

“Wanna use the door?”

“Well, that depends. What are the odds that Karen’s gonna ask me about pussy waxing on my way out?”

“Well. You’re a lesbian, so she’ll probably really value your opinion in this area. Thirty percent?” Courtney grinned.

“I’ll risk the window.”

Courtney laughed and stood up. “I’ll give you a boost.”

Courtney paced around her room with a clipboard, talking to Darienne on the phone.

“Yeah, so Thorgy and I finished the video yesterday and he’s gonna film the party and edit that together too. He’s a real lifesaver, actually. My mom did thankfully cave on the still photographer, but she’s making me hire this guy that’s like her friend’s son in film school so hopefully he doesn’t fuck it up...Yeah, I know.”

Roy reached for her hand as she passed him, but she shook him off.

“No, Todd is taking care of that. My mom’s boyfriend. He’s proving very useful.” Courtney laughed. “I know, it’s really helpful that she’s dating a guy 15 years younger than her right now. Can you come over tomorrow to finish the place cards and centerpieces and stuff? I’m finally done with the seating chart. That took FOREVER.”

Roy attempted contact again, this time crawling towards her when she sat down on the bed, trailing his fingers up her back.

“Thanks, Dari. I’ll talk to you later. Love you.” Courtney hung up the phone, then consulted her clipboard with a furrowed brow.

“Hey, babe…”

“Yeah?” Courtney pulled a pen out of her hair and wrote a note down on the clipboard.

“Maybe you could like, take a break from the party stuff for a little bit?” He flashed his dimples at her.

Courtney looked up at him with an irritated expression, sighing.

“Roy, I really don’t think you understand how many details there are to worry about. I still have to finish the song list for Tomas, and make all the centerpieces, and make the shopping lists for Costco for the drinks and supplies and I know I’m gonna forget something and what if something goes wrong--”

Roy held up his hands. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry. I just thought we could relax for like, a minute.” He leaned forward to kiss her shoulder and she swatted him away. “Do you want me to leave?”

“Do you want to leave?” Courtney asked.

He looked up at the ceiling, muttering a silent prayer, and then said, “I am trying to be here for you, but it feels like I’m just annoying you.”

Courtney bit her lip. “Maybe you could be here for me without making me feel like I’m neglecting you because I’m not making out with you every second.”

“Well...but you are neglecting me,” he said, attempting another charming smile, hands sliding around her waist.

“Roy!” Courtney threw up her hands.

“One kiss…”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re so irritating.”

“I know, my persistence is my best quality.”

Courtney leaned over and kissed him quickly. “There, happy now?”

“No, because I’m an addict and you’re my drug…”

Courtney crossed her arms and glared at him, looking at his pouty lips and finally breaking into a smile, tossing her clipboard down and climbing on top of him.

“You’re impossible, you know that?”

“I know, but that’s why you love me, right?”

She rolled her eyes again. “I guess…” He tickled her ribs and she laughed, squirming, until she was gasping for breath and begging for him to stop.

“Hey…”

“What?”

Roy took her face in his hands. “Happy almost birthday.”

Courtney smiled and pulled him in for a deep kiss.

COURTNEY: Are you home? Just got out of practice.

ADORE: Nope, at Raja’s. Srry

COURTNEY: I was really hoping we could hang out today : (

COURTNEY: Could use your help with last minute planning for my birthday party.

ADORE: Thought you’d have everything together by now.

COURTNEY: K

ADORE: Look under your bed.

Courtney couldn’t help the smile that stretched across her face as she dropped to the ground, looking under her bed. She pulled out a decorated box, “2000” written across it in gold glitter. Courtney tore the top off, eager to see what her present was. A mixed of emotions flowed through her, but she couldn’t help but laugh with joy as she pulled out a silver plastic necklace, the word “BABY” in sparkly block letters. The note simply said:

Darienne was right. You should have been Baby. And I should have been Ginger. You’re a cunt.

She laughed and sat the box on her bed, grabbing her phone.

COURTNEY: FUCK YOU I’M NOT BABY! I’M GINGER 4 LYYYYYYFE

ADORE: so when you said I would be Ginger next time, that was a lie?

COURTNEY: duh

ADORE: CUNT

COURTNEY: lolz

COURTNEY: Although...this does give me a perfectly wonderful idea for the party…

ADORE: I’m afraid to ask.

COURTNEY: MWAHAHAHA

ADORE: See you tomorrow?

COURTNEY: Of course! Love you

ADORE: Outside

A minute later, the door flung open and Manila Luzon was smiling at her.

“Hey, girl! We’re upstairs,” the older girl turned, leading her into Raja’s house. Adore’s brows furrowed as she closed the door behind her. When Raja invited her over to watch a movie she thought it would just be the two of them. Adore had yet to properly meet any of Raja’s friends, other than Manila who came over once while they were hanging out to take back a dress that she’d left over.

Adore followed Manila up the stairs, the girl complaining about how they’d yet to choose a movie to watch because Raven was being difficult.

“She’s always bitching and it’s makes things a lot harder than it should be,” Manila groaned pushing open Raja’s bedroom door.

“Fuck you!” Raven said, “I’m not watching Mean Girls for the billionth time,” Raven rolled her bright blue contact eyes before shuffling through the stack of DVDs in her lap. Raven sat on the floor in front of Raja’s bed, where she was joined by Manila. A plumper girl with bleached hair and dark eyebrows sat in the chair at Raja’s desk clicking through her phone. Adore hovered in the doorway when she saw Raja laying on her bed--head in Carmen’s lap. Adore was somewhat familiar with the dark-eyed junior, since she’d dated Roy back when they were all in Junior High. Although she’d gotten a lot taller and more beautiful since then. Damn.

“Hey,” Adore said with a small wave of her hand. Manila looked up at her with a smile, Carmen gave a small wave back, the girl at Raja's desk only glanced up from her phone and Raven continued looking for a movie, completely ignoring Adore.

Raja raised up from Carmen's lap, “Hey,” she smiled. “Come sit by me.” Raja patted the bed, maneuvering so Adore could have some room.

“Don’t you think it’s a little crowded with all three of us?” Carmen's nose wrinkled.

“Be a doll and move over, or I’ll make you sit on the floor!” When Carmen crossed her arms, turning up her nose, Raja started to tickle Carmen's side, causing her to yelp and burst into a fit of laughter.

Adore made her way to sit on the end of Raja's bed, trying to ignore the burning jealousy in her chest. Even though she was ninety-six point five seven percent sure that Carmen was straight, watching Raja be so physical with the pretty girl made the wheels turn in Adore’s head. They've been hanging out for a few weeks now and nothing had happened. Nothing. The most Adore had gotten were a few lingering touches on her shoulder or arm that didn’t seem to mean much when all added up. Adore had really thought that Raja was interested in her, the same way she was in Raja.

Apparently, she was wrong. She tore her eyes away from the giggling girls, situating herself on the edge of the bed. Her phone then lit up with a text from Courtney, wanting her to come over. Adore tried to block out the two girls behind her, focusing on texting Courtney.

“Hey, Adore.” Manila called, and Adore looked up to see Manila holding one DVD case and Raven another. “Bring It On or Scream?”

“Uh…” Adore thought for a moment.

“I don't even know why you asked her, she’s a plus one. She gets no vote,” Raven sneered, before calling on the girl in the chair to choose. “Delta?”

Adore frowned. She’d heard Raven was a bitch through rumors, but she didn’t expect her to be such a bitch. She made Violet look like a teddy bear.

“Um, I think I’d rather watch Bring It On,” she said.

“Yay!” Manila clapped.

“Really? You have awful taste,” Raven groaned.

“I would vote for Scream,” Adore butted in, not wanting Raven to think that she got the best of her.

“Okay, well at least your taste in movies isn't as bad as your taste in clothes,” Raven said, snickering to herself.

“The fuck--” Adore started, completely forgetting where she was for a moment. Manila elbowed Raven and Raja shot up from where she had been wrestling with Carmen.

“Woah! So first of all: We're not watching a scary movie--”

“It's not even scary.” Raven defended.

“Whatever,” Raja rolled her eyes at Raven, “Out of the question and second: Adore is my guest, so… don't fucking insult her.”

“Whatever.”

Adore couldn’t focus on the movie. Her mind was racing and her eyes kept glancing over at Raja who was mindlessly playing with Carmen’s hair. Adore already felt out of place amongst the older girls, but seeing the way Raja interacted with Carmen really made her feel like an idiot. This entire time she thought or hoped that Raja was interested in her romantically to some degree, but it seemed that Raja just wanted to be friends.

Adore tried to put together where she should have taken the hint or might have misinterpreted any signs, but she couldn’t find any.

Soon, the movie was over and Delta stood, stretching.

“I need to head out. If I'm late for dinner my ma will kill me. Plus tonight she's making tamales and my Tio acts like he doesn't understand the difference between a family dinner and a buffet,” Delta grabbed her bag. “Carmen, need me to take you home?”

“Yeah, let me grab my stuff,” she scurried to put on her shoes.

A warm hand on Adore’s arm grabbed her attention, “I'll take you home,” Raja said in a low voice as she leaned in; face inches from Adore’s. Adore only nodded.

“I’ll walk you guys out,” Raja stood at her door as the girls gathered their things.

“Bye Adore,” Manila waved as she left the room.

“Yeah, bye Adore. Tell Roy I said ‘hey’. You guys still hang out, right?” Carmen asked as she finished putting her shoes on.

Adore had to stop herself from making a face. As all eyes were suddenly on her.

“Roy? Del Rio? Your ex?” Delta asked, surprised.

“Mhm,” Carmen nodded and Adore avoided looking at Raja, as she felt the older girl’s eyes on hers.

“Yeah, uh, we grew up together. Live on the same street,” Adore nodded, running her fingers through her hair.

“Don’t he date... Uh what’s her name,” Carmen pondered, and Adore had a suspicion that she hadn’t really let Courtney’s name slip. She had all night to think about it.

“Courtney,” Adore said, sitting up.

“The cute blonde?” Raja asked, her dark eyes never leaving Adore and Adore couldn’t help feeling cornered, as if this had been planned.

“Yeah. Um, I’ll tell him you said ‘hey’ next time I see him,” Adore said, desperate for the conversation to end.

“Cool,” Carmen gave a sly smile and Raven mumbled something under her breath, causing Delta to cackle, before turning to leave, followed by Manila and the rest of the girls.

Adore put on her shoes as she waited for Raja to come back up and take her home, but she couldn’t stop thinking about her conversation with Courtney the other day. Maybe she should be the one to make the first move. She wouldn’t know how Raja felt until she asked her.

“Ready to go?” Raja startled Adore, who stood up quickly.

“Yeah... well, actually I wanted to uh… ask you something,” Adore’s heart thumped in her chest as Raja raised a brow.

“Shoot,” she said, leaning back against her dresser.

“Do you actually like me? I mean, like like me, because at first I thought maybe there was... Um something between us. But now I’m kind of confused. I mean if you don’t its cool. I don’t want to make things weird or anything, but I just thought-” Adore’s rambling was cut off by Raja pushing herself off her dresser.

“You’re too cute, you know that,” Raja’s husky voice rang through Adore’s ears as she approached.

Once Raja reached Adore, all she could focus on was the older girl’s long arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer. Adore leaned forward on her toes, eyes fluttering shut; the feeling of Raja’s warm breath on her face was hypnotizing. She smelled of weed and something else intoxicating, almost floral.

“Can I kiss you?” Raja asked and Adore made a noise of agreement that she’d let herself be embarrassed about later.

But all thoughts were lost as Raja pressed her lips to hers. She tangled her fingers into Raja’s hair, a giddy smile spreading across her face as she melted against the older girl’s body.

“Fuck,” she whispered, giggling slightly.

Raja smiled and pulled her head back, tilting her chin up. “What?”

“You’re just...really hot.”

“I know,” Raja replied with a wink, letting go and sashaying to the door. “Come on, let’s go make out in the car, where my mom won’t walk in.”

“Deal!” Adore exclaimed, running after her, cheeks pink with happiness.

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undertale-rho · 4 years ago

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Underearth: Book 4 - Chapter 9

A sudden gasp for air erupted throughout the hollow caves as Frisk awoke upon the bed of golden flowers, shooting up as though waking from a nightmare.

"This is it..." he mumbled to himself, pulling the dagger from the sheath that still hung to his belt. "One last purge before the end of this nightmare..."

Sheathing the dagger, Frisk then stood up and walked into the next room. Flowey was nowhere to be found; unusual, despite the constant death. As he walked forward, the sound of an explosion echoed into the room, quickly followed by a few more explosions.

What the hell!? Frisk thought, running through the doorway to the Citadel to see where the noise was coming from. Upon exiting, the first thing he noticed was that the Torchweb was already lit, burning fervently as great flashes of white light briefly preceded the sounds of explosions. His vision of what was happening was hampered by the great tower that was the entrance of the Citadel Frisk marveled at so long ago.

Running up the staircase to the entranceway, Frisk entered the main structure of the Citadel. Upon entering, he noticed a gaping hole in one of the walls that had never been there before. Beyond this hole was a stairwell that went up.

What is this? Frisk wondered, approaching the hole as another explosion went off. He then ascended the staircase, arriving at the top a few minutes later. The top of the staircase featured a short ladder that went up to an open manhole. Climbing through, Frisk was hit with a massive wave of heat. Looking to the source, he found a great bonfire burning, an armored humanoid feeding the flames.

When Frisk climbed fully through the manhole, the armored figure spotted him.

"Esy!" it shouted, drawing a sword and charging him.

Frisk jumped out of the way before the blade connected, drawing his own blade, the dagger.

As soon as the armored figure missed, it jumped straight at Frisk, its off-hand clenched in a fist as though holding a shield. As it got close, Frisk's own shield flashed into existence between the knight and him, flashes of off-white energy popping just above the knight's off-hand and Frisk's shield. Taking advantage of the knight's apparent shock, Frisk brought his dagger over, flames trailing behind, and slashed at it, missing, swiping again, missing, then finally thrusting the blade into the Monster's lower abdomen. Upon penetrating, Frisk shot a bolt of fire into them, causing them to slowly catch fire and collapse to the ground, turning to dust swiftly thereafter.

What was that all about...? Frisk thought, reaching down and grabbing the sword the Monster carried. Looking at the dust of the Monster, Frisk noticed that a few other things were left in the ash, namely the scabbard. Picking it up, he found that the symbol stamped into the leather was different to that of the orb, wings, and three triangles that the Royal Guards wore. This one instead featured a sword situated behind a shield, the words "ΕΝΟΤΗΤΑ ΜΕΣΩ ΔΥΝΑΜΗΣ" imprinted on the shield.

Sheathing the sword and dagger, Frisk then looked around. He was currently high up. Higher than he had been in this area, at the very least. In the distance, he could see other towers just like the one he now stood on, a point of light flickering from each one. Another explosion then went off, instantly preceded by a bright flash of light above the city far below.

Fireworks. Frisk thought to himself. But what are they celebrating for? Watching a few more fireworks explode above the city, a new thought came to mind. They're not celebrating... these are warning signals!

Flipping around, Frisk extended his hand to the bonfire that burned and felt a cool sensation emit from his hand. Seconds later, the flames died, and the fuel beneath froze, becoming completely encased in opaque ice. No sooner had the ice formed had it began fuming with a sort of steam just as opaque as the ice.

Just as Frisk turned back to face the city, a red firework exploded. A few seconds later, tiny lights from the other towers of the Citadel began flying towards the tower Frisk stood upon, hitting just below the top, the lights vanishing quickly after. A few seconds after the lights started hitting, eight greater lights appeared down in the city below. The source of these lights then appeared from behind the buildings; great balls of fire, hurling themselves straight at the tower Frisk stood on.

Seeing the fireballs flying towards him, Frisk shot himself back towards the manhole, slid down the ladder, and began running down the spiral staircase when a sudden explosion shook the very foundations of the tower as the fireballs struck the top, completely destroying it all. Quickly after, Frisk had made it all the way back down the staircase and back into the room from before.

Gasping for air, Frisk stood up and entered through the other hole, the one that led further into the Citadel.

Continuing along as normal, Frisk eventually reached the long hallway where Toriel used to test his independence. All he found within this time was the imposing nature of two more armored humanoids. Taking a deep breath, Frisk stepped towards them, drawing the sword, along with the attention of one of the Monsters.

"Stasé ekei, Anthropos!" it shouted, exhibiting a glowing sensation in its mouthpiece for each sound it made as it drew its sword. Alerted, the other Monster drew its sword as well.

As the Monsters approached, Frisk readied himself for the coming fight. Upon getting close to him, the two Monsters stopped, holding their blades in such a way that they could strike at any given second. As he watched them, he suddenly got a sense of exactly what they were going to do. In the next moment, they did just what he had thought.

The Monster on the right feigned an attack that was quickly followed up by its partner preforming the attack instead. Knowing this was coming, Frisk dodged to avoid the one that actually attacked and sent his own sword into its back, igniting the blade after it had penetrated. He then summoned a wall of flame behind him between him and the other Monster just as the other Monster lunged for a free strike as Frisk's sword remained stuck inside the first. Just as the other Monster entered the flame, its armor began bubbling, and it itself let out a scream of pain, falling backwards out of the inferno.

Once the first Monster turned to dust, Frisk dispelled the wall and approached the second, who was writhing on the ground as its arms, face, and upper chest blistered. Upon getting close enough, Frisk thrust the sword into the Monster's throat, turning it to dust soon after. With the two Monsters dead, Frisk sheathed the sword and pressed forward.

As Frisk progressed forward, he could hear more action going on outside. Fireworks exploding, metal footsteps clanging along as Monsters mobilized, and an ever-present feeling of dread weighing him down as his footsteps echoed off the bright purple walls of the Citadel.

As he passed the bottleneck where he used to find Napstablook hanging around, Frisk began hearing voices from close by. Identifying that they were coming from the room just beyond the left doorway, Frisk carefully walked through. Within the room, he saw Toriel speaking with... another Human...?

Frisk blinked a few times as he looked at the pair talking. What was another Human doing down in the Underground? Was he the one the Monsters outside were originally searching for?

Stepping closer into the room, the Human talking with Toriel spotted him. Immediately after catching sight, the Human grabbed Toriel, throwing her behind him, and then caused hundreds of bones to erupt from the floor, all shooting towards Frisk. Seeing this, Frisk summoned a shield to surround himself, protecting him when the flying bones struck, and countless more bones erupted from beneath, trying to impale him. Instead, the bones simply sent him upwards, their points sparking at the edge of the shield.

In the height given to him by the bones, Frisk got a better look at the other Human in the room. It was a male with long, straight black hair and dark olive skin. While glaring at the Human, Frisk realized that he wasn't actually Human. Bones protruded slightly from his skin at the elbows, knees, and a few other places, as though they'd malformed and had nowhere else to go while growing. The most prominent of these bones were six massive outgrowths that protruded from his back going outward to his sides, giving the vague appearance of wings.

"Interesting..." he said, retracting the bones back into the floor. "So, you must be the Human we were so kindly warned about. And yet, you're just a child. Despite this fact, my nephew seems to believe that you're some existential threat to us all, seeing as he stopped just passively observing and actually came out of hiding to warn us about you. Yet, for a child still holding his suckle-fat, you managed to summon a shield far more powerful than that of even the most elite warriors of the War. Tell me, who are you?"

Frisk glared at the Human-like Monster. "You first!" he said.

"Ah, it speaks. Very well. I shall do you the courtesy of knowing my name, as it is the most basic manners. My name is Serif Gaster, Grand Protector of the Unitary Republic of Home, duly appointed such by its people, and supreme commander of the Homeguard. And you?"

Frisk stepped back. He had not expected such a polite, yet honest answer. "It's Frisk." he said. "Frisk Anendotos."

Serif tilted his head down slightly. "Ah, Anendotos. Ee bastarthee. Even after all this time, you are still slaughtering our people." he said, his voice gaining a touch of malice. "At least back then they didn't send mere children to fight their battles. Ananthree." Serif then turned back to face Toriel. "Toriel. Run. I'll kill this Anendotan katharma before he kills anyone else."

Toriel fled through the door behind her, leaving Frisk and Serif behind.

"Just you and me now, katharma." Serif said, reaching his right hand to his left wrist before seemingly pulling a long spine-like structure from it. "I'm going to enjoy flaying you!"

Serif then charged Frisk at high speed, swinging the whip-like sword of a spine when he got close. Seeing the bone of the sword coming, Frisk summoned a shield to block it from hitting him. As predicted, the sword hit the shield. Upon doing so, however, it began twisting around, more than half of it bypassing the shield and setting course back at Frisk. In response, Frisk expanded the shield, expanding further every time the sword coiled around the end. Eventually, it turned into a full aura surrounding Frisk, the spinal sword completely wrapped around it.

"Once again, an impressive shield." Serif complimented. "But how much pressure can you resist?"

The sword began coiling tighter, squeezing hard against the shield. Almost immediately, Frisk began feeling a strain within himself as outward pressure built against the shield.

Think, Frisk... he thought. What can I do...?

Thinking back to him staring at himself through the mirror, summoning various types of magic, a thought came to him. What if he tried freezing the sword?

Acting on it, Frisk began focusing on the spinal sword that pressed down on the barrier around him. After a few seconds, he sent a pulse of ice magic straight into it. Just as he had thought, the parts hit began freezing, and the parts that were frozen froze the parts around them. In just a few seconds, most of the sword was completely frozen. Catching sight of Serif while this was happening, Frisk noticed a look of astonishment broadcast from his face. In the next moment, Frisk caused the shield to rapidly expand, putting strain on the frozen elements of the sword, until it exploded. As Serif stepped back from the sudden explosion of ice, Frisk charged him, summoning a spike of ice on his own arm. By the time Serif realized what was happening, it was too late. As soon as he got close, Frisk brought the spike over and slammed it straight into Serif's chest, continuing to run as he was impaled, eventually slamming into the wall behind him.

"C... Clever..." Serif coughed out. "I didn't anticipate that you'd turn my own magic against me. Even so..." Serif then began raising one of his arms. "... you should have gone for the head."

Frisk noticed that, after Serif had finished speaking, a red glow appeared around the pupils of his brown eyes. Realizing what was about to happen, Frisk quickly brought up his other arm and summoned another spike of ice, this one immediately shooting out and sinking through Serif's head. Not long after, his body went limp and turned to dust.

Frisk fell backward, the ice encasing his hands melting away into nothing. Upon hitting the ground, Frisk started breathing harder, his arms and legs feeling heavy as they were hard to move.

Damn... he thought. I feel as though I just ran all around Athens...

As he sat there, trying to catch his breath, he noticed that, from Serif's ashes, a small, heart-shaped object rose. Upon seeing it, Frisk swiped for it. Once inside his grasp, red sparks flew along his arm and into the SOUL. In the next moment, the SOUL exploded, all its particles subsequently imploding into Frisk. Methods of conjuration raced through his head briefly. When it finished, and Frisk opened his eyes back to reality, he found the great exhaustion that clung to him to be gone. No longer suffering from exhaustion, Frisk stood up and proceeded through the doorway that led to the end of the Citadel.

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self-proclaimed-chaotic-good · 5 years ago

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Persephone| John Wick x Reader (Five)

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Warning: Usual JW-verse violence, swearing

Previously: After the encounter of Marion’s people, you and John step back and think of what comes next while you wait for the Bowery Boys to look for more allies. John realizes how protective he has become of you and how he won’t mind it if he still saw you even after all of this is over. To stop the Instructor from getting in your way of the mission, John sets out to confront him head on without you.

“What do you guys want from her?” John demanded, facing Caius, a fairly tall and lean man with slicked back dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes that stood out with his dark gray suit.

Caius sighed, widening his stance and shoving his hands in his pockets. “My sister wanted little Persephone to lead the operation. She knew that through her missions, Persephone had gain contacts with other organizations and she wanted to use that to her advantage. This is the downfall of never getting the job done yourself, though, isn’t it? Our sweet Persephone should have slaughtered what was left of Ophelia’s people when she had the chance,” he said, shaking his head in a chiding manner.

“Don’t call her that.”

“Or what, Jardani? You’re going to… ,” Caius pointed to himself with an incredulous expression, “shoot me? Original.”

“What do you want?” John repeated, taking a step towards Caius.

Caius held out a warning finger and pointed at him, a red dot appearing on John’s chest. “Careful, Jardani. You’re going to leave our sweet Persephone alone just like that?”

John’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides as he remained in place, held down by that single red dot. When Caius was satisfied that John wouldn’t try anything, he continued to walk forward himself, standing a few feet away from John.

“You’re quite protective of someone who was trained to kill you,” Caius mocked, a wide smirk on his face as John’s eyes narrowed, “why else would she be so valuable? Well, maybe I should of held that information, but to hell with it. Even if I do get a hold on her again, she’ll still refuse to kill you. How unfortunate. My sister should have covered her tracks better.”

“You want to make a deal,” John surmised, his wrist beginning to itch, to have him draw the blade out. No, that needs to be saved for later.

Caius clapped, the noise echoing off the bare brick walls. A black car pulls into the building, two men in black suits climbing out with a briefcase and a folded piece of paper. They stood next to Caius with a neutral expression, awaiting further instructions.

“You need more people, I need people removed,” Caius said, as if it’s the simplest task.

“Who?”

Caius chuckled. “Persephone has people of her own, whether she remembers or not. Get rid of them. If you do, I’ll lend my men to help you. I have a list of people confirmed to be on her side. Start with them and find the others.” He handed John the folded paper. “After my sister was murdered by yourself, I took to… reinforcing and adjusting orders that she had sent to her people. They have gained enough authority and manpower to help you.”

John took it slowly but didn’t open it. “What happens to her?” he asked cautiously.

Caius shrugged, holding the briefcase. “When all of her memories comes back, who knows what will happen. Do we have a deal?”

John stared down at the hand Caius offered then looked back up at the man. His features were similar to his sister’s albeit more rougher with a scar on his temple, his brown hair groomed with an undercut, a tattoo peeking out of his collar.

Killing your people would be betraying you. Even though you don’t remember all of them, there were still people by your side. Whether the others had stopped having ties with you after your disappearance from the Underworld five years ago, John didn’t want to risk it. There was no way of verifying if Caius’s people possessed such authority or manpower in the mobs they were in. But what if your people didn’t have those? What then?

No, he couldn’t. It left a bitter taste in his mouth and a heaviness in his chest for even considering it. Whether he liked it or not, you were in this together with him. At least, so far, you had chosen to stick around. Until you ever change your mind, John was not going to cross you.

John pocketed the paper and took the briefcase with a nod. Caius grinned, shaking his hand. His eyes widened as John’s grip tightened, John’s face twisting into a snarl as he yanked him forward and slamming his head against the briefcase. His men jumped into action, pulling out their guns. Before they could shoot, one of them took a bullet through his forehead. His companion turned, shaken, then whipped his head around to where their sniper was supposed to be.

You gave him a mock solute before aiming the red dot on his forehead. He took a deep breath and risked pointing the gun at John before he met the same fate as his companion, his body slumping to the ground.

Caius staggered, trying to orient himself as he held his head steady. John launched forward, kicking him down and beating him with the briefcase. Even with his bloodied and bruised face, he started to chuckle again, his hand holding out a trigger. The briefcase began to beep in John’s hand, making him pull himself away from Caius. He righted himself against the car as John stepped back, not taking his eyes off of the trigger.

“Nice of you to join us, dear Persephone,” Caius called out, “Why don’t you- “

John threw the briefcase as high as he could into the air, leaving you enough time to shoot it while he ran and ducked behind a wall of crates nearby. The explosion rattled the car and knocked Caius off his feet. John could hear the boots against metal as you made your way down the ladder and dropped, a sniper rifle that you stole from Caius’s man strapped to your back.

“How?” John asked.

“You left without telling me,” you said with a shrug, walking passed him quickly so he couldn’t see the anger and hurt on your face.

You stood above Caius, recognizing his face from those times he’d visit the Instructor. You remembered him and the favor. You kicked the trigger out of his hand and stepped on his fingers. “You don’t know everything about your sister, do you?” you asked him lowly.

Caius glared up at you. “And you do? You don’t even know everything about yourself! Do you even know your parents? Don’t you want to know what really happened to them?”

Your eyes narrowed as you pressed your foot down on his hand, a hiss escaping his bloodied lips. “At this point, I don’t care if they’re really alive or not, if that’s what you’re implying. All I know is that you shouldn’t be the one making deals around here,” you said steadily, pulling out your vorpal blade and twirled it around.

“You think my sister’s mutt scares me?” Caius mocked, reaching with his free hand for his pocket. John walked over and stepped on it, kneeling down and held his hidden blade at his throat. Caius laughed. “You’re gonna get angry over name calling, Jardani? You must be in deep. You are not the John Wick we all knew. Retirement’s made you soft.”

John pressed the blade, drawing blood from his neck. “Stop, John,” you told him, pulling out a marker from your jacket pocket, “It took a while, but the pieces are falling into place or did you lose parts of your memory as well? You owe me, Caius.”

“Fuck you,” he spat, “markers don’t work on people like you.”

“Markers always needed to be dealt with no matter what. You want to talk about rules? Then own it up.”

Caius grounded his teeth, mulling his options over. His men were killed within minutes and two highly trained assassins could kill him in a second. He hadn’t trained as much as his sister, so there was no way he could try to take them on.

John pressed the blade in harder, speeding up his thinking process. “Alright, alright,” Caius shouted, “What do you want me to do?”

You never thought you’d be back to that small private theater that you tried to abandon all those years ago. John saw the conflicting emotions on your face and remained by your side as the two of you followed Caius into the building. There were many new members that went about their training, casting cautious and curious glances at the guests that their Instructor brought home. You knew that John was keeping a protective eye on you, so you brush your hand against his in reassurance.

“Brings you back memories, Miss (Y/l/n)?” Caius asked, turning his head to you and smirked.

“Like a trip down memory lane,” you said sarcastically.

Caius simply hummed, leading the two of you to the back passed the practice and dressing rooms towards the main office. The moment you passed the last dressing room, you spot the familiar face of Marion who had been whispering to another girl in a pink leotard. The girl spotted you at the doorway, her blue eyes widening. Marion whipped her head around and glared at you.

Before, you would have been shocked, maybe even frightened at the murderous look directed your way. Now, you only wondered how you could have lived with your former roommate and coworker and not have anything trigger your memories. So you simply grimaced and walked on.

You knew that the Instructor had no plans to kill you, but you sensed this animosity from Marion even within the last five years of living and working with her. When the Bowery Boys learned that Marion was leading a team to find you, there was no way she wouldn’t try to find a way to get rid of you, which is why you planted the timed gas bomb in that room that had the perfect sniping view of your old apartment.

“The best I can do is give you reign of my team leaders and in turn, have control over their teams,” Caius offered, stepping around his desk and plopping himself down in the large leather chair. He waved at one of his assistants to get an ice pack and first aid kit. “Anything else?”

“Yeah, how about guns?” John said, eyeing the office walls filled with historical paintings.

Caius sighed. “You do realize that I’m practically holding up my operation because of you,” he said, pulling a cigar out of an ornate box, “Want one?”

John shook his head, standing in front of the desk. “Did you even plan what you were going to do if it ever worked?”

You moved over to one of the paintings, running a finger along the wooden frame. Caius kept an eye on you and said, “It’s a monopoly, isn’t it? I can do anything and own everything.”

“But you can’t do… everything, though, can you?” you said, spinning on your heel to face him, “The High Table won’t let you.”

Caius narrowed his eyes. “Is this what it is about?” he asked curiously, wagging the cigar between you and John.

“There will be even more benefits for you if you help us,” John said, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the nearby liquor cabinet and pulling out three glasses. He poured in each one and handed a glass to Caius. Then he took two of them and offered one to you. You took it gratefully, raising the glass to John. The two of you downed it at the same time, your eyes never leaving his.

Caius clicked his tongue, breaking the eye contact as the two of you turned back to him. He had leaned back in his chair and smirked once he realized the energy between you two.

“Alright, things are getting interesting,” he admitted, “I do one task for you and the marker is gone. After that, I shall aid your… whatever you want to call it… out of the kindness of what’s left of my heart. Mostly, because I’m curious of the results.” He finishes with a shrug as he lit his cigar.

John nodded. “Thank you,” he said, slamming his empty glass down on the desk. The sudden force made Caius flinch, only for a second, before he smirked again.

“Of course, Mr. Wick, Miss (Y/l/n). Now, name the task.”

You walked forward and placed your hands on your hips. “Those team leaders you’ve mentioned. I want them to send a message to my connections, all of them, to see who’s still on my side,” you started.

“Of course,” Caius said with a nod.

“They need to be sent directly to them and no further interaction until I say so,” you continued, “and if there are any signs of deception or interference on your end, then I’ll just have to see what I feel like that day.”

“You have my word,” he said, spreading his hands out as if to say there were no tricks up his sleeves, “My sister and I always keep our word. You know that.”

“Then I trust that you’ve disciplined your people enough that they wouldn’t go against any orders.”

He stiffens, the familiar sternness on his face that you’ve seen hundreds of times from his sister. “They will be dealt with immediately,” he said firmly.

You hummed. “I know they will.” You looped an arm around John’s and lead him towards the door. “We’ll keep in touch,” you called over your shoulder.

Once the two of you crossed the office threshold, you tighten your grip on his arm and let out a shaky breath. Your skin was feeling prickly and the air seemed stuffy, especially with those stares from the people you passed by. You had used up all your energy and bravado as the day weighed in on you. Within a day, the man who had sent people to capture you was now working with you. If you hadn’t remembered about that marker that you had hidden in one of the tunnels of the train station, you didn’t want to think what would have happened.

“I’m tired and I need to hug your dog,” you muttered as the two of you reached the back entrance.

John smiled. “We can do that.”

Marion bowed her head as she stood before the Instructor, jaw taut as she waited for him to speak. How could he have invited them into their theater just like that, acting like they were acquaintances? What did you do to change his mind?

Caius flicked the end of his cigar into an ashtray and took a generous sip of whiskey that John Wick had poured before refilling it. He clicked his tongue, watching Marion shift around under his scrutiny.

“I had specific instructions, Miss Marion,” he said calmly, making Marion gulp. “To find the asset and John Wick and report back to me, no further action until I say so. From what I’ve heard, Miss Marion, is that your team had been ordered to kill them on sight. Is this an act of disobedience on their end or yours?”

Marion’s hands clenched into fists at her side as she slowly raised her head. “I told them- “

Caius held a hand behind his ear and tilted his head. “Hm, what was that? Speak louder, child,” he pressed.

“I ordered them to do it,” she said firmly.

He clicked his tongue again, downing the rest of the whiskey before standing up. He circled around her, like a lion analyzing their prey, and stopped in front of her. With cold eyes, he lifted his cigar and pressed it into her forehead, hearing her suppress a cry of pain as her eyes watered.

“You had promise, Miss Marion,” Caius said softly, so in contrast to the act he had done as he gently lifted her chin with his other hand. “Ophelia had seen it. I had seen it. And you threw it all away. For what? What caused you to deliberately disobey me?”

“(Y/n) (Y/l/n) is a traitor,” she spat, “she is not any special.”

Caius shook his head, almost in pity. “You dare question your Instructors’ judgement? You think you are better than Persephone? Why, because she shows her weaknesses? You may have trained with her and fought alongside her, but you lack in something that she does have. Honor.”

“She killed her own people! She turned in your sister to John fuckin’ Wick! There is no honor in that.” Marion yanked herself away from him and knocked the cigar out of his hands. She quickly turned away, shaking. She never had raised her voice in defiance in front of any of the Instructors before.

“She sought vengeance for her family and killed only those who were involved. My sister was simply in both her and John Wick’s way, thus the nature of the game of our lives. She was getting reckless and it was bound to happen. I love my sister dearly, but I won’t pull a Santino and stab Death in the back when I could have both Death and the Bringer of Death on my side.”

Marion felt cold metal pressed into her head followed by a click. Her blood ran cold but her tears ran hot as she closed her eyes. “I don’t understand,” she croaked.

“If your disobedience is caused by petty jealousy, at least have the decency to do it yourself. I have no doubt that there will be people on her side, because they know she’ll honor her words. Your team cannot say the same for you. Goodbye, Miss Marion.”

Blood splattered onto the wall and painting, but it could easily be cleaned by the right people. Marion’s body instantly collapsed to the floor, creating a pool of blood around her. Two of his men appeared at the door and wrapped her body in sheets before carrying her away.

Caius fixed his tie and tucked his gun away. Now, to see what Persephone and her Hades will do next.

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experimentalmadness · 5 years ago

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Cin Vhetin Ch. 12: Breakout

Synopsis: Din Djarin is hunted by a new mercenary, when they are forced to work together they slowly realize they are stronger together than apart.

Chapter Summary: Zethu and Cara help Din Djarin and the child escape Imperial custody.

Pairing: Din x OC/Reader (however you prefer to read it)

Masterlist: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11

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“I’ve scrambled our signal,” Zethu grunted. “Are we up past their viewports yet?”

“Almost,” Cara said through gritted teeth as the two of them tried to occupy the same space.

Zethu was hovering over the controls, balancing precariously as the ship tilted into a sharp climb. Two pairs of hands were better than one in a time like this. Cara focused on getting them up and over the lone Star Destroyer while Zethu prayed she had hidden their signal in time. The damn ship had come out of nowhere as soon as they had past planet Lasan. They hadn’t even seen it at first hovering in dark space.

Zethu did not feel any better about being right.

“I don’t think they spotted us,” Cara exhaled in relief.

They hovered well behind the stern of the Destroyer, out of the line of sight of most viewports. After a few more tense moments of silence, Zethu gave a nod of agreement and stepped back from the controls, letting Cara up from the pilot’s seat.

“How did you know they’d be here?” She asked with a jab to her chest.

“You should be more focused on how we get in,” Zethu moved the accusatory finger away from her as she made her way to the ladder.

Cara snorted like that was the easiest question in the world to answer. “Auxiliary port.”

“What?”

“Open vents right below where I parked us. I open the hatch and we have about 6 seconds when the vent opens beneath us. That’s when we jump.”

“That’s great, how do we get back out?” Zethu imagined that if she could carry every single blaster rifle Greef had given them before they left Nevarro it still wouldn’t be enough to take out every Imp in the Destroyer.

“Figured we’d improvise,” Cara grunted as she landed in the belly of the ship right behind Zethu.

“Oh, I hate the sound of that,” Zethu laughed wrly as she tossed Cara a blaster and a couple of detonators.

“Not much choice. You ready?” Cara’s hand was inches from the hatch doors.

No she was not. All of this was so wildly beyond her Zethu felt as if a scream was stuck halfway up her throat. Taking on an entire Star Destroyer with just one ex-Rebel soldier? Rescuing a bounty that had already been paid for? This was suicide. No, worse, it was crawling with insanity. She already felt exhausted just from the hyperspace trip over. No time to dwell on that, or why her instincts seemed to be consuming her. Zethu gave Cara a nod and the hatch split open with a rush of oxygen.

Zethu sucked in a breath as the ship depressurized only slightly. With the hatch over the ventilation ports, there technically was air still pumping up through the opening. Barely. She watched as the narrow opening shut and closed to the count of exactly 6 seconds as Cara had predicted. Cara was about to make the jump when Zethu shot out a hand to stop her. The soldier looked rightly annoyed, but Zethu signed for her to wait.

There were troopers in the hall below. She knew that. She must have...she didn’t know...seen the whites of their armor in the quick flash of the port. Air was getting thin, and Cara was getting impatient judging from how she kept hitting her arm.

They were gone.

But Zethu’s headache was back.

She released Cara and the soldier went diving right through the port as it closed swiftly behind her. Zethu made her own count before dropping in after. The sterile gray bleakness of the Imperial ship stood out in stark contrast with the grimey, well-lived in Razor Crest. They both had blasters out, but the corridor was entirely empty, thank the stars. Distant droid chatter and the hum of engines were the only sound in the area. The two women gave an understanding nod and began a steady, stealthy march ahead.

As much as Zethu knew the Rebel soldier hated her, Cara Dune fell into sync without a word. When they turned corners, they both knew to instinctually take up either end of the curve to watch their backs. And when Cara wanted to shoot out the surveillance cameras, Zethu was able to silently convince her to simply let her hack them into repeating their footage.

“This would be easier with a droid,” Cara mumbled out of the side of her mouth as the walked.

“Holding cells are always at the lowest end,” Zethu whispered. “I don’t need a droid to show me a map for that.”

“Stars, it’s so quiet,” Cara steadied her grip on the blaster. “Trust me, I’m not complaining this isn’t exactly a full batallion, but I was expecting—you know—at least a little more resistance.”

“I’ll take quiet anxiety over fighting a whole legion of troopers any day,” Zethu said as they took a sloping corridor down the next level. “Not all of us are soldiers.”

So saying Cara slammed Zethu back against the corner of the wall just as a block of stormtroopers went marching past the hallway adjacent to them. Once they passed they resumed their search. “So, I look for Din and you get the kid?” Zethu whispered.

“I’m not letting you anywhere near him, merc.”

“Ok, I get the kid and you get Din, how’s that?”

“I hate it even more,” Cara grunted.

“Well which do you hate less?” Zethu snapped as they approached the detention levels. “Because we’re going to cover more ground if we split our efforts. And how many times do I have to tell you, this isn’t a set up?”

“If it wasn’t for you neither of them would be in this situation. Fine, you get the kid. I’ll get Din. We'll meet back here at the entrance to the lifts.”

The detention level was wide and as silent as the rest of the ship. When the corridor branched into two separate hallways Cara went right and Zethu left. They were flying blind. There was no good indicator to predict if Cara would run into Din’s cell first or the child’s. She had to know that, but Zethu supposed the intention of finding him ahead of her was what mattered. Whatever helped her get the job done. As she turned down another blind corner she stumbled back quickly at the sight of three troopers guarded a cell block door. Given the state of the mostly empty Destroyer, a guarded cell seemed a likely spot to find either the kid or Din.

Three of them, only one of her. Honestly, it didn’t even seem fair. The only problem was the hall was open with no places to hide as she made her approach. She’d risk running, but not even she was that fast. At least one of the soldiers could trip an alarm. She sheathed her blaster and pulled out one of the smoke grenades attached to her belt, and lobbed it as far as she could down the hall, praying that the sound wouldn’t also set another alarm off. Zethu took a deep breath as the thick, cloying smoke obscured the hallway.

At the first exclamation of one of the stormtroopers she sprinted as fast as she could towards them, a vibroblade in either hand. She did not need to see her prey to know exactly where they were. Instinct took over. She brought her first blade up just under the gap between the man’s chestplate heard him gurgle out a death rattle before she spun away, tearing the blade free and bringing the alternate blade slamming down into the second trooper’s helmet. Bone and plastoid crunched against it. She didn’t have time to contemplate how Din Djarin’s blade could cut through armor. The third trooper had the advantage of being the last to fall. He was able to back away from her and fire off a single, damning shot.

Zethu hissed in anger before shoving the trooper’s dying comrade hard into him, slamming him back against the hall. She drove both blades down on either side of his collar. He died without making another sound.

Zethu waited for what felt like an impossibly long time in the silence. No alarms sounded. Either the blaster fire wasn’t loud enough to call down another patrol, or something was very wrong here. She’d deal with whatever came. The smoke was clearing in the hall now and Zethu waved tendrils of the gray mist aside as she pressed her face up against the cell doors. “Din?”

No response. Either he couldn’t hear her, he was unconscious, or she had the kid’s cell. Grabbing one of the fallen troopers hands she pressed it up against the scanner lock. Please be high enough level security, please be high enough level security.

The cell door slid open with the galaxy’s most satisfying click and Zethu gasped in a breath of air she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Her blades were still out in either hand as she stepped inside. The room looked more like a medical exam wing than a prison cell. A gurney with a vital signs monitor was against the far wall, the monitor emitting a few faint beeps.

“Hey there, lil’ bug,” Zethu sheathed her weapons at the sleeping child’s face. What the hell were those imp freaks doing to the kid? It was strapped up in a metal collar, and Zethu could hardly understand the data scrolling up on the datapad along its front. She wrenched the collar off and scooped the baby up in one hand. The vital signs monitor quietly going about its job flatlined without its reading before it began screeching out a shrill, whirling high-pitched alarm and the hallway lights outside went red.

***

The hatch was too small to fit a blaster through and there were no patrolling droids here to helpful hack through the inner lock. That hadn’t stopped Din from trying to force a way out since he got here.

The cell door was battered, but the lock held firm. He had tried to look for a weak point in the seams of the door with no luck. His shoulders hurt from when desperation had kicked in and he had tried to bodily slam against them futilely. What could the rest of the imps be doing with the kid right now? It was the same question that had raced through him every single hour since being tossed in here. When he had broken the kid out of Imperial hold the first time they had had him strapped to some sort of machine. That Doctor Pershing had said he was the only reason the kid was still alive.

Maybe the child was already dead…

Din took another run into the door, slamming full force into it with a grunt. He’d blow the entire Destroyer to atoms if that was true. But not before he had Gideon’s head. And then after, he’d go after the merc responsible for this.

He did not want to think about Zethu Desh, but the Offshoot’s face kept springing unbidden into his mind’s eye. He’d let his guard down. And she, dangerous and cunning as ever, had counted on it. Must have counted on it. He hit the door with a gloved fists as the memory of sad, gray eyes and her huddled, bereft form wormed into his head. Just an act, he reminded himself. And look where that had gotten him.

Failure was the fear that dogged most Mandalorians. Failure of clan, of family, of self. The child had been counting on him to keep it safe, and he had failed.

He almost wished the imps would just come and interrogate him already.

He tried again to brute force the doors. Pointless.

“Well, at least you made this easy on me with all the noise,” came the most impossible voice from outside the cell.

“Cara?!” He pressed his helmet against the thin slates, straining to catch a glimpse of his friend. He could just make out her blue-green armor and the blaster rifle at her side. Modulated, rough later escaped him. “How?”

“Escape now, questions later,” Cara winked. “Stand back.”

Din pulled away from the door as she fired on the lock. The cell slid open with a splintering whine and he ran to his friend, the both of them clasping arms. “Crazy bastard, thought you’d have already broken out and I’d find you hijacking this ship,” Cara grinned, relief evident on her face.

“Had to give you time to catch up, didn’t I?” Din was already moving. The imps had taken his weapons and he had had enough wherewithal to watch which direction they had stored them. The cell at the furthest end of the detention block was patrolled by four troopers, but Cara didn’t need a second’s excuse to take them out. It wasn’t quiet, but with no one else to raise alarms it didn’t matter.

Getting the doors open and gathering up his things, Din felt a small amount of confidence return. “Did you find the kid?” he asked, clipping his blaster to his belt and sheathing the vibroblades. He grimaced as he hefted the blade he had exchanged with Zethu. It had been a mark of respect for her endurance and fighting prowess. Now, he’d take the first chance he had to bury her blade into her heart.

“We’re on it,” Cara replied, kicking the corpse of a trooper aside to take his fallen blaster.

We.

“Who else is with you?” Had to be Karga, who else would be crazy enough to infiltrate a Destroyer full of Imperials? “Cara, how did you even know where I was?”

The shriek of an alarm set them both at high alert, weapons out. The stark white of the ship’s halls went red with the emergency lights. A blaster shot echoed from the far end of the detention block and the body of a stormtrooper went skidding into view, accompanied by a familiar, spine-rattling battle growl.

To Din’s surprise Cara almost looked relaxed as she loosened her grip on her weapon and gestured with a roll of her eyes down the hall. “Why don’t you ask her yourself?”

Zethu Desh came careening down the hall, blaster in one hand and a carefully protected bundle in the other. The child. She had the child. Her eyes reflected the red from the alarms as she caught sight of him. Questions burst into his brain like laster fire but the only one he managed to speak aloud was: “You came back?”

She looked as stunned as he did, uncomfortably shifting her blaster in one hand and the kid in the other. Cara spoke for them both. “Came barrelling into Nevarro City, nearly tore her head off. You can have the honors later, but let’s get out of here before more troops come?”

Din took the kid from Zethu. It was fine. Sleeping. No visible markings or wounds that he could see. Second ago he had wanted to murder her. She stood silently before him, weapon out but not aimed for him. Her silver hair fell in front of her face, she could not or would not look up at him. Contrition was not something he ever expected to see on the normally brash and reckless merc. He had spent the last several days playing their reunion over and over again. Most of them ended with a blade in her throat, or a blaster through her heart. In none of those fantasies did he ever gently tilt her head up, look her in the eye and say, “Thank you.”

Zethu looked more shocked by that than by finding him alive. “You can...you can…” she seemed to be fumbling over herself. “You can thank or kill me later when we’re outta here,” and with that she turned to flank Cara at the end of the hall.

The sound of pounding, approaching footsteps forced Din into action. He shifted his cloak so that it covered the kid, tucking him securely under his arm to provide some cover, he joined the two women.

“Time to improvise?” Zethu asked.

“If we can make it back to the airlock I can give you a boost up to keep the vent open,” Cara shouted as she fired off a shot.

“Then we’ll need a clear path.”

Zethu launched herself into the fray. If the halls had been deceptively quiet they were no longer. A dozen guards stood between them and freedom. Din caught sight of the grim, deadly smile on Zethu’s face as she charged at them. The first guard she caught with the end of the blaster, batting him out of the way before she fired at the second wave. “Gideon send you out here to do his dirty work?” she taunted. “Holed up somewhere nice and safe? Too scared to say hello to an old friend?”

Din fell into step with Cara as they provided covering fire. This was the Zethu he remembered, racing through a hail of plasma bolts, killing indiscriminately and efficiently, no care at all for injuries—a bolt grazed her shoulder and it only seemed to make her angrier. It still felt surreal, her being here. The kid now safely back with him. He didn’t register the imps that fell before them, the fighting came instinctively.

Cara and Zethu seemed to know where they were heading, tracing a path to the upper detention levels and beyond.

“You sure about this?” Zethu shouted as they approached the airlock.

“Nope!” Cara replied, downing another trooper.

They moved in surprising tandem. Zethu crouched low and as Cara charged at her, she boosted her up through the vent as it opened. “Got it!” Cara grunted as she hauled herself back up onto….his ship? They had brought his ship out here? No time to dwell on it now, another wave of troopers was approaching fast.

“Go!” Zethu snarled at him. “I can hold them off.”

For half a second Din thought about leaving her behind. It’s what she deserved, wasn’t it? But then he’d never know why she had come back. The kid stirred in his arms. And hadn’t he left this little one behind once before?

“We’re getting out of here, together.” Din grabbed her and pulled her towards him, firing off the cabled grappling hook from his vambrace as the airlock vent opened once again. He felt the rush of air as it snapped shut, tearing off the very edge of his cloak and Cara lunged forward to decouple the Razor Crest from the vent.

Silence. The alarm still rang in his ears, but they were safe. And free.

“You can let go of me now.”

Din unwound the arm he had around Zethu’s shoulders. She took a step back, holstering her blaster. “Is the kid alright?”

He pulled the sleeping child free of the cloak. “I think he just needs to rest.”

“Good on him, but if we don’t get a move on we’re gonna be space trash soon. I wanna be well out into hyperspace before the imps can get to their ships!” Cara was already moving towards the cockpit. “You can have your inevitable fight later, but right now, let’s get the hell out of here!”

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palettepainter · 6 years ago

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IMPORTANT: Hair design was inspired by @ellen-jello and the idea to have Alastor named William before he died was inspired by @ask-thehazbincrew - I got permission from them to use there headcannons/designs for inspiration

DO NOT REPOST! So I’ve seen different people make their own designs for Alastors parents and I’ve seen a fair few headcannons and backstories for him, most of the headcannons I’ve seen with his parents are that they abused him, Alastor snapped and eventually turns to a more murderous path leading to him going to Hell. Now I’ve got nothing against these type of headcannons, personally I think that type of backstory for him fits well with his personality and character. But I’m going to try and spice this Headcannon up a little, make a few things different here and there. Here we have Alastors mum! Luciana! Here are some small quick little notes about her and her life before and after her death: -Luciana was condemned to hell for her sly trickery and robbery. She was a very attractive women within her town and found her looks a key advantage for her own uses of manipulation. Now in Hell Luciana has retired from the crook life style and now happily works as a dress maker - running her own factory...however that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a little bit of adventure in her life. Although she has left theft and robbery behind her, she saw no point in letting her skills be put to waste. She now works strictly for the Magne family as their own private spy, collecting and gathering them information on Hell’s truants to protect the family from possible threats of being overthrown. Although Lucifer isn’t worried about being overthrown, he still likes to keep tabs on the more recognisable demons. Including Alastor. -Before she died Luciana worked part time as a Domestic Service Worker, meaning she’d take on basic household jobs such as cooking and cleaning for high income families or tend to a families children as a nanny. However Luciana had always been know as a rebellious women in her life, she left home at the fresh age of 16 with nothing but her bag, purse and her daring thirst for adventure in the big wide world! She worked for many families, many of which had enough gold and silver to line their pockets - she may or may not have slipped some stray unattended cash into pockets when the occupants of the house where out, and maybe a fancy antique or silver ware when it had been left in plain sight. Finders keepers. -Luciana was always curious about things her parents or elders told her she couldn’t do, probably why she grew up to be a rebellious little punk. She drinks recklessly, dresses how she likes and showers herself in gifts and riches. Materialism, shameless materialism. As she grows older she does tone it down with drinking, she’s much more better now at controlling how much she drinks. She did dabble in dark magic for a short while and she does know a few hexes and curses, but she is also strong in combat one on one fighting. -Luciana eventually throws in the towel and drops the nanny act, and jumps into the criminal life style. Stealing odd little bits and bobs here and there when she could and trading them in exchange for money. She quickly lines her pockets with gold and climbs the social ladder all the way to the top, by commoners she is know as Lady Luciana, a famous dress maker. One particular dark and stormy night she is ransacking the house of some old clients that hired her when she was still a nanny - worthless sleeze bags didn’t even give her food or water when she worked there! Seeking revenge she snags a few expensive goods, and then bumps into another fellow criminal stealing under the cover of darkness in the same house as she. Known as Fredrick Jameson -Fredrick Jameson despite his name was a bit of a..how does one put this lightly?...a unsavoury brute. The two part ways without thinking too much off it, until they then later find themselves trading items they’ve stolen - Luciana put up a high bargain and Fredrick did also with the same high price. The two eventually get what they want after chasing around prices for 20 minutes, admittedly the two did find it a relief in some way to find another criminal with the same high knowledge on valuables and trading methods. Fredrick invites her for a drink, to which then turns into a drunk night out like they’re old time school besties. The two hitch it off as lovers, pulling off outrageous heists that make the headlines! Recognised as a criminal dynamic duo amounts the criminal world by night and High class couple by day. Luciana as the brains and Fredrick as the brawn. Luciana is shocked when she finds out she’s expecting and at first she does keep it too herself, she never intended on bringing children into this world because of the secret life style she lived, but Frederick soon notices the signs of a typical pregnancy. -While pregnant Luciana and Frederick move to a more closed off area to live, a fine house located on the outskirts of Baton Rouge - and a few months later, Luciana births a healthy boy, William. Though shy and timid he soon grows up to be enthusiastic and passionate about theatre and singing. Luciana is actually very happy that her son didn’t want the life she had, unlike her William was a polite and well mannered boy, if William was interested in theatre then Luciana was going to do everything in her power to make sure he worked within theatre - so long as he was safe and away from the criminal life style. Frederick had other thoughts however, although Luciana thought he was (handsome) a harmless dummy at times, Frederick had always wanted Luciana and William to behave a certain way and behave in a particular manner towards him. When William was born Luciana begrudgingly takes on a real job to make ends meet, she doesn’t enjoy it, but it gives her a steady payment in case things go south for the criminal life. Behind her back when she worked during the day, William was subjected to abuse - both physical and verbal - and harsh, merciless and endless training. Luciana breaks off ties with Frederick when she finds William sniffling inside his bedroom closet with black eye, bruises covering his upper body and arms - Frederick downstairs passed out in the armchair with alcohol bottles decorating the floor around him. Without a second though she packs up Williams clothes, snags her money and whatever money William has laying around the house and leaves with her son. -William never wanted to let his mother know of the abuse he got in fear of what his farther might do to him or worse her. So he wore a mask of a smile to hide and cover it up, and Luciana (although having her suspicions) is reassured by her son that is well and good. Men where supposed to be strong, the leaders of a family. They were supposed to get up after a mere scuffle and continue on like nothing happened, men looked down upon the drunks slouching in doorways or the peasant children playing in the streets. This view on society was only fuelled further by Williams farther, this continuous emotional and mental manipulation was what lead Williem a stray to thinking that smiling meant power. You’re never fully dressed without a smile after all. -(this event happens when William is probably in his young adult years) Luciana dies by shot to the brain at the start of 1900. Frederick somehow finds her, thankfully William is at school, so Luciana is at some peace knowing that William is not in the current situation. But Frederick isn’t brainless, he asks for his boy - and when he claims he’ll beat the boy out of William till he becomes a man Luciana goes full bristled livid RAGE! The fight is brought to a stand still when William walks in, frozen with fear. Luciana as held as a hostage with William as the decider - Frederick demands William to wait in his car outside. Caught in a storm of emotions and thoughts Frederick runs out of patience, and shoots Luciana right in front of William. That is the tipping point for William. Enraged at his mothers death he takes the chance to get at his farther - slashing, cutting, beating him with whatever object he could grab. After it’s all over, both his parents are dead, and after mourning over the death of his mother William grabs the kitchen matches and sets the house curtains a blaze, gradually letting the house catch flame - disposing of the evidence.

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Kevin Spacey interview for the UK edition of Premiere Magazine | April 2, 1996

KEVIN SPACEY

With roles last year in Outbreak, Se7en and The Usual Suspects, for which he was nominated for an Oscar, he's no longer just a face in the crowd.

Q: In Swimming With Sharks you play an entertainment exec who is completely abusive to his assistant, who later exacts his revenge. How did Hollywood suits react? Did they see themselves?

K: People absolutely saw themselves, and it didn't end in this town. I took the film to Washington DC and did a screening for the White House staff and Congressional aides. The same kind of climbing the corporate ladder, people who whose sincerity is dripping from their fangs, that happens in every business. We did a couple of "assistants only" screenings and we raffled off an assistant for a day: me.

Q: Who won you?

K: This wonderful girl named Nicole at the Agency for the Performing Arts. It brought me right back to when I used to be an assistant for producer Joe Papp in New York. I Xeroxed and filed and answered phones. Quite frankly, the place has gone down hill since I left. I make a fine cup of coffee.

Q: It must be very satisfying to lend your talents to small projects with young directors, like Swimming With Sharks and The Usual Suspects, and have the films find an audience.

K: It's really encouraging because it says that audiences are looking for films that allow them to get lost and confuse the shit out of them. The experience Bryan Singer and I had making The Usual Suspects was talking about how we could do things that would be really fun when you watch the movie a second time.

Q: Could you make sense of the script when you first read it?

K: Yeah. When Bryan and Chris presented the script to me they didn't tell me what role to read, full well knowing that they wanted me to play Verbal.

Q: Why didn't they tell you?

K: Because they know that's my philosophy about reading scripts. That way, if I like a story, I'm responding to it out of innocence, not, "Oh, this is a good part." I try to, rather than be seduced by money, choose stories that don't just ask me to do what I've done before. It's so easy to do that. I think it's the destiny of all artists that people say, "I prefer their early stuff."

Q: I had no idea you were in Se7en until you showed up on the screen.

K: That's exactly what I wanted. The studio wanted me to take star billing and it was a big fight not to. I said, "It makes no sense. If people see my name at the beginning and I don't show up for the first 25 minutes, they're going to figure out who I'm playing."

Q: What convinced them to give you the part in the first place?

K: I actually didn't get the role at first. They were going with another actor and it didn't work out, and I got a phone call on a Friday night saying, "Can you start shooting on Tuesday?"

Q: You've just directed your first feature, Albino Alligator. What's it about?

K: It's about these three bumbling burglars played by Matt Dillon, Gary Sinise and William Fichtner, who are attempting to execute the perfect robbery, which goes ridiculously, stupidly wrong. It's a kind of Dog Day Afternoon scenario. I'm not in the movie. I did all my acting convincing everybody else to be in it.

Q: I talked to an actor recently who just directed a short, and all the tantrums he threw as an actor came back to haunt him when he blocked the first scene and his actor went "No man, my character would never do that."

K: I had the advantage that five of my actors were hostages, so if they felt like moving, they couldn't. "I know you feel like going over there, but you have a gun on you so you can't."

Q: Why do people always seem to get tied up in your movies?

K: I'd like to think it's just a happy circumstance. I don't think producers are going, "Somebody's tied to a chair. Send it to Spacey."

Q: What have you done lately?

K: I played an attorney in A Time To Kill, with Sandra Bullock. We had a great time in Mississippi. I was her husband wherever she went because she's so identifiable now. We went dancing and everyone would sort of gravitate toward her and she'd say, "No, I can't dance with you. My husband will get upset." Then they'd look at me and she'd go, "Did you see Se7en? Don't fuck with him."

Q: What's the worst audition you've ever had?

K: It was for Dustin Hoffman and Arthur Miller for Death Of A Salesman. I was so bad, Dustin walked out. He couldn't stand it.

Q: You should have tied him to a chair.

K: I hadn't gotten to that point in my life yet.

Q: Have you ever been to a psychic?

K: Once, when I was 17. She said, "You will travel to an island, you will be surrounded by music, and then you will leave the music and start your life." I thought, OK, take another Quaalude. It was only interesting years later when someone said, "Wait, that shit happened to you." A year-and-half after I met the psychic, I traveled to the island of Manhattan, went to Juilliard, where the drama department is literally surrounded by the Juilliard School of Music, stayed two years and then left and started my life.

Q: Who woke you up to tell you that you'd been nominated for an Oscar?

K: I was up. I watched it. There was no way not to watch it; the phone started ringing even before the nominations were announced. I was never sorrier that my last name started with an "S", because they do it alphabetically. Then I spent the rest of the day in budget battles for my movie.

Q: Have the tabloids dug up any dirt on you since your Oscar nomination?

K: The LA Daily News did a story on the fact that Mare Winningham and I, who both got our first nominations this year, went to high school together and played the Captain and Maria in our class play, The Sound Of Music.

Q: Are all the big designers dying to dress you on Oscar night?

K: They are all generous enough to do sketches of custom ideas and I'll pick what I think I hopefully look the best in. One of the designers sent a drawing of me in a tuxedo with Verbal's haircut.

Q: Who are you taking?

K: My mother. She's going to wear whatever Emma Thompson doesn't wear.

By Dennis Hensley; Premiere (UK edition), April, 1996

#Kevin Spacey #This Day in Spacey History #Premiere Magazine #UK edition #The Usual Suspects #Seven #Outbreak #interview #article #April 2 #1996

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Murphey’s Law

Hello! This is my first post here, and I’m still not really sure what I’m doing, but here I go anyways!

Murphey’s Law: Your time on the ground has gained you some allies, as well as some unknown enemies. While keeping watch over the leftover gunpowder being used for the mines, you find yourself in the middle of chaos. Secrets unfold and you begin to see Bellamy Blake in a new light.

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warnings: sexual harassment, violence, bellamy getting hung (??), lots of confusion idk whats going on

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Days on the ground were about as predictable as the mood of Bellamy Blake. One moment he’s bossing everyone around, the next he’s silent, and then he’s back to being a snob all over again

The first few days on the ground were awful. The only reason you were on the ground was like many of the others; wrong place at the wrong time. You figured that it didn’t hurt to make some friends, but you didn’t want to go for the power high like you noticed most others doing. Instead, you sought out the others who didn’t deserve to be imprisoned in the first place. That was how you became friends with Octavia Blake.

It was a complete accident at first, honestly. It started out with you telling the others to shut up when you heard the raven-haired girl being referred to as anything regarding the word “floor”. It was something you didn’t think would go noticed, but it meant everything to her. Soon after, you found yourself sharing a tent with the gloomy girl, only to cover up for her and trust that she would come back from her adventures safely.

With one Blake came the other. Bellamy found himself looking, not gazing, at you while you either struggled with carrying a log, or sipped on water when you were on the way to another job. Soon, he pulled you aside and went to thank you, but it came out as an odd command that went something like, “keep doing what you’re doing.” You cocked your eyebrow and shrugged it off before going to sit back near the fire.

From there, it was less of Octavia and more of Bellamy. He would offer to take shifts with you that were overnight, and told you many times over the duration of those shared shifts to get some rest and that he would take over. However, you refused, claiming that this was your camp as much as it was his, and you would keep it safe the same way that he was.

You were soon pulled into exactly what you didn’t want. Now, with Bellamy’s support, you were considered high ranking on the ground. At first it bothered you, but you found yourself allied with Clarke Griffin and her friends, which you knew could be convenient at some point, so you let things fall how they would, not bothering to step out of line. You were in on the secrets of the camp, and knew exactly what to do if Clarke and Bellamy had to go out without the others knowing.

However, sometimes you had your own business, and most of it was spending time alone. Raven had taken off, leaving you in charge of the gunpowder and bullets, while also leaving you with peace and quiet. Those still recovering from the disease Murphey had brought back into camp were all sleeping, resting up for the battle that would begin at any moment. You had almost thirty minutes alone before you heard the sound of someone climbing the ladder to your level. When you turned, you saw the goofy face of Jasper Jordan. He offered you a can of water, which you gladly took and brought up to your lips, gulping it heavily while he descended down the ladder. It wasn’t too soon after that you heard the mumbles of a conversation below you and then a loud thud. Setting the can down, you silently moved to witness what was going on, and you watched the scene unfold before you.

Jasper was laying at the bottom of the ladder with a bloody gash across his head and Murphey was standing over him, his chest heaving like he had run a marathon in five minutes. You heard the sound of the door sealing the three of you in, which also sealed your fate. Scooting away from the opening, you looked around for something that could possibly get you and Jasper out of this predicament alive. It didn’t hit you until you heard Octavia outside threatening Murphey that you were surrounded by guns and bullets. A small pistol was tucked into the side of your pants that had grown to be a size too big for you, and a few extra bullets were stashed into your pockets.

You stayed silent until you heard the door to the drop ship open, which gave you a cue to hurry down the ladder and land flat on your feet so you could immediately turn and face Murphey, who now stood with Bellamy at his side. Two pairs of eyes stared at you while you stared back, darting your confused gaze between your friend and the man that you stood by and watched while he was being killed.

“What are you doing?” Bellamy asked, his voice deep and rough. You stayed silent, your eyes still darting, before you spoke.

“What’s going on?” You muttered, taking a few steps forward.

“Isn’t this perfect?” Murphey chuckled, before lifting his rifle to point at you. He shoved Bellamy to the side and immediately reached out to grab you, pulling you to his chest.

“Hey!” Your voice exclaimed. Your arm reached to elbow him, but he lowered to gun long enough to force both of your hands together and into one of his. John looked back up to Bellamy and tilted his head.

“How sweet, huh, Blake? That your little sidekick came to your rescue? Too bad there’s nothing either of you can do from here.”

“I-I don’t understand.” Your voice wavered. Murphey was never your enemy, so to say, so there was no reason in your mind for him to be holding you at gunpoint.

“Then how about I spell it out, sweetheart?” His breath was hot on your skin and his voice felt like poison in your ear. “Your king, Bellamy has not been a very good boy. He acts very irrationally, and doesn’t care who dies in the long run. However, he has been very cautious around you. I followed him around for weeks until he tried to kill me, and in those weeks, I saw his eyes glance over while you played house with his little shit of a sister. So, you being here gives me the perfect advantage.”

The whole time Murphey cooed in your ear like you were a child, your eyes were glued on Bellamy’s, who was staring back at you intently, you couldn’t remember the things John spoke about, but things were becoming clearer to you. Octavia sitting by the fire late at night with her brother and glancing up at you every few moments with a happy gleam in her eyes, Bellamy insisting you rest when he got after every person who dozed off on the job. He cared for you, and that was something you’d never thought would happen.

Before you could argue, Murphey shoved you to the side and aimed his gun at you while his eyes glared holes at Bellamy. “So, what we’re going to do here is you’re going to tie those seatbelts together, and (Y/N) and I are going to watch.”

Bellamy did as he was told, only for your sake, you assumed. John’s eyes would occasionally glance to you and scan your body over, before completely disregarding the brown-haired boy following his given instructions. The blonde barreled into you, pushing you against the wall with such force that it took your breath away. You heard Bellamy pull away from what he was doing, the sounds of the metal parts of the seatbelts crashing against the floor giving him away. Your eyes are closed, and continue to stay closed when you feel the cold barrel of the gun pressed under your chin.

“Keep going, Bellamy.” John’s taunting voice sends chills over your skin. His warm lips find your neck, which sends shudders through your body, forcing your eyes open. Bellamy is staring at your desperately, while the man hunched down in order to pleasure his ego has the gun against your skin. You stare back desperately, but it is a different kind of desperation. You aren’t asking for help, you’re asking the leader to step down and be lead for once. Your eyes say I can do this, while your body is frail and moldable under Murphey’s warm skin.

What came from Murphey next caused an outrage. He instructed Bellamy to tie the seatbelts into a noose and throw it over a banister. You broke free from Murphey long enough to take two lunged toward Bellamy, but all it took was a small pull on the back of your shirt, and you found yourself on the ground with a foot on your back and a gun to your head. Silence filled the drop ship while Bellamy followed his orders.

This time, you stay completely still and silent, listening to Murphey’s instructions to your king. He says the most twisted things, telling him to put the noose over his head and stand on a crate. The gun was pressed into your head multiple times, giving you the thought that Bellamy was trying to refuse. More demands, more of the gun tapping your skull, until you were hoisted up by the arm and your shirt was being pulled at. For the first time, you saw Bellamy’s situation of being hung up by seatbelts tied together, and it sent you into a panic. Not the feeling on John cutting the shirt off your back, but Bellamy’s fear that clouded his eyes.

It didn’t take long for a different panic to set through you, however, because you felt Murphey’s hands travelling over your newly exposed skin, which brought you back into reality. You fight against him, not worried of his intentions as much as you are worried of the gun tucked into your pants. You fight against Murphey until he gets you back on the ground. Now, you were worried about his intentions. Tears finally welled up in your eyes while your fists come down as much as they could on his body and your legs kick his sides.

“Bellamy,” His name leaves your mouth desperately, unsure of what else to do but beg for his help.

John gains control over your legs, leaving you to wiggle nervously under his weight while he smirked at Bellamy, sending him a torturous wink before lifting the gun up and shooting the crate from under his feet. A scream erupts from you as you watch Bellamy hang, kicking and struggling for his life. Taking advantage of the distraction, you dart for the pistol tucked into your pants and shoot every single bullet you could at the seatbelts that kept your leader suspended in the air. With a thud, the dropship doors open, and Murphey is off of you in an instant. You roll to the side and hug your body close together, taking deep breaths to gain control of yourself. You hear everyone gasp for Bellamy and rush to his side, but while he coughs, unable to take in air painlessly, he begs Octavia to get you out.

Octavia follows her orders and rushes to your side, draped an article of clothing over you, then helps you up and leads you to the tent. However, she couldn’t stop you from looking over your shoulder to see Bellamy looking back at you with desperate brown eyes while Clarke tends to him.

You were left alone for the majority of the night. Octavia provided you with new clothes and a promise to burn the other ones after you told her what had happened. She was a good friend, you reminded yourself silently as you laid in the bed. As your body pulled you into dream land, a voice pulled your mind into reality.

“(Y/N)?” Bellamy’s scruffy voice whispered from the tent opening. “How are you?”

You sat up slowly, tucking some of your hair behind your ear as you did. “I’m alright, but how are you?” Your voice didn’t sound confident, and Bellamy heard it. He moved slowly to your bedside and sat on the floor.

“I’m alright.” He replied back. “He’s gone. You never have to see him again.”

“Bellamy,” You started. “I’m not a little girl. I know what he wanted, but he didn’t get it. I’m alright, I promise.”

“But you could have been hurt, or worse, and that’s what I’m worried about.” He grunted, knowing that what happened could not have been prevented, but it could have been a lot worse. “I just want to make sure that you’re okay.”

“Is what he said true, Bellamy?” You asked, sitting up with a better posture than before. “That you look at me when I’m not looking. Do you care about me or something?”

“Of course I do, I care about all of us.” He retorted, but you immediately cut him off.

“You know exactly what I mean.” You voice was stricter that time, and your hands came down on your legs. “Do you care about me, Bellamy? Differently than your sister, and differently than everyone else.”

A small smirk grew across the sly boy’s face. “I was hoping that you wouldn’t catch that.” He muttered, shaking his head. “But since you already know, you might as well hear it from me, huh?” He asked, before standing in order to sit beside you. When he did, you noticed the bruising around his neck, which caused you to glance down into your lap.

“You were the first person besides me to take up for my sister. You made her smile when I couldn’t, you gave her a person to talk to when she couldn’t take to me. You’ve squeezed yourself into my family, and at first that bothered me, but now… I don’t mind it at all. In fact, I kind of like it.” Bellamy spoke truthfully to you, but you still couldn’t bother to look up at his face. So, he continued. “I look over at you when you’re just sitting and listening, and I can’t help but stare at you. But I don’t know how to react, because I’ve never admired someone before, so I’ll pull a random girl from camp and take her to my tent. It makes me forget about you, it makes me not afraid for however long it lasts, but then I’ll walk out of the tent, and there you are; smiling and glowing and just being you, (Y/N). So either you’re going to have to put up with me always thinking about you, or you’re just going to have to stop being… you.”

His words put a smile on your face. Never had you been admired before, especially by someone like Bellamy Blake. Your head turned far enough for you to make eye contact, and you saw him lean in to kiss you. Not quite sure of how to work that part of your face in that way, you just did what felt right. Your dirty hand slid up Bellamy’s arm and gently cradled the back of his neck, while his lips took over the kissing, leaving you to follow his lead.

He was careful with you, which was something that you weren’t too sure you liked, so you pulled back and looked at his confused eyes.

“Don’t stop thinking about me.” Your voice was soft and warm against his wet lips. He simply nodded and leaned back in to kiss you.

#bellamy x reader #bellamy blake #reader insert #the 100 #bellamy blake x reader #the 100 imagine #bellamy blake imagine

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cbwalive · 4 years ago

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CBWA BOGOTA

CBWA MATCH EVENT: CBWA Time To Pay

Pay Pay-per-view Date: Sunday, November 29, 2020

Location: Bogota, Colombia

Brought to you by Greg Gagne Chevrolet

CBWA BATTLE ROYALE

Kick off starts off with the entrance of the participants in the battle royal, coming out first is the returning @BogataBam next is @bogota_mizanin followed by @BogataMj coming out to a huge audio pop, next is @gator_zz who is determined to win the match, next up is @GarthWLane to a bigger pop than Marty, next up is @BrianKWithers followed by @LlpMachete next is @MulletOfMorton and finally @PNNewsJR everybody is in the ring when the lights go out, a flame pyro goes off and MY GOD ITS @SHOCKMASTUH comes through the entrance walk way and trips over wires and knocks himself out, stunned about what just happens the rest of the guys are wondering what to do, the bell rings and here we go, automatically the Miz and Brian double team poor Garth to which he makes a comeback and beats both of them out of the corner, there is a stare down between Gordy and ZZ which is interrupted by a double drop kick by Marty and Mullet, it looks like a new version of the RNR express as they high five each other only for Mullet to surprise Marty and throw him out, Gordy eliminates PNNews when Gordy hits him with a Mongolian Spike, the Miz and Brian double team Gordy and eliminate him when Gordy was distracted by Garth jerking off in the corner, the Miz is eliminated when Garth ejaculated in his eye and thrown over the top by ZZ, after the Miz gets a towel to wipe off Garth’s juice he helps Brian to eliminate Garth laughing at poor Garth and Garth leaves angry and crying, it’s down to ZZ, Machete, Mullet and Brian, ZZ and Machete compare knives, ZZ then shocks Machete and uses a Gator Claw and cuts Machete’s arm gushing blood everywhere, ZZ tuen throws Machete over the top rope, it’s down to Brian, ZZ and Mullet, Mullet offers Brian to team up and he’ll get him some rats, Brian agrees and turns on Mullet and he and ZZ double team Mullet and eliminate him, it’s now down to ZZ and Brian, back and forth action, Brian has ZZ almost eliminated when ZZ uses son sort of gator bait, the smell is so awful, Brian starts puking and is eliminated by ZZ, ZZ is celebrating but out of nowhere the Shockmaster makes it in the ring to which he trips over the ropes and is tied up now, ZZ easily eliminates The ShockMaster.

WINNER and getting the final spot in the 5 way ladder match @gator_zz

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CBWA WOMENS WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

It is now time for Time to Pay, we start the show with the woman’s championship, 30 min Iron Woman match, Alexa comes out to a creepy new entrance, next the Woman’s champion @BogotaTJLee looking very confident, the bell rings and we are off, both women collar elbow tie up, AJ with the advantage arm drags Alexa and skips around the ring, collar and elbow tie up again and this time Alexa with the arm drag and then she skips around the ring, both woman then skip around the ring and into a see saw and Alexa throws AJ over the top ropes, the action is outside the ring and Alexa shoots AJ into the ring post, AJ screams in pain and is holding her shoulder, Alexa then focuses on the shoulder many attempted submission but the champ will not give up, we go 15 mins in and still no pins, the first pin fall comes at the 18 min mark when Alexa shoots AJ into the corner and is met with a boot and a quick cover by the champion with the ref not looking AJ puts her feet in the ropes 1,2,3, the first fall goes to AJ, Alexa upset charges after the champion in the corner moves and Alexa rams her shoulder in the post, the red steps in and puts up the X it looks like Alexa shoulder is dislocated AJ goes and checks and Alexa pops up small cradle and pins AJ 1,2,3 Alexa gets up celebrating with her shoulder dangling and pops it back in place, we are tied with with two mins left when all the sudden the lights go off and the Fiends music comes on, AJ looking around with 30 seconds left is met with a sister Abigail by Alexa for the 1,2,3, 10 seconds left and AJ is still out as Alexa skips around the ring, time is up bell rings and your new CBWA Woman’s champion @sisterabigail32

WINNER: SISTER ABIGAIL

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We go to the backstage interview where @kennethressie is interviewing @gator_zz with a very noticeable Herpie on his lip, anyway Kenny ask ZZ how he feels going into the Ladder, ZZ makes it loud and clear, he is here for one thing and one thing only and that’s to leave the CBWA South American Champion so he can finally get the recognition he deserves and has a message for the new head of Creative and told him that he hopes that he watches his match

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COLOMBIAN DRAGON VS ZOMBIE ROBERT BLAKE

Next match up is @HippieFH vs @BogotaBlake this is a quick one as @HippieFH kicks @BogotaBlake head off, but Zombie is still moving, @HippieFH then grabs Zombie Blake’s head puts it back on his body then lock in the yes lock, @HippieFH stretches back and Zombie Blake’s head comes off again and the referee calls the bell and awards the match due to TKO to @HippieFH, very strong outing for him as he looks in the camera and dedicated that match to his late dog that recently passed away and says he will be watching the Championship match very closely

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We go backstage and we see @KingBogota trying to make his way in he is cut off by security and is told by the orders of John Schneider he is banned from the arena, @KingBogota starts laughing and says “Ok John you wanna play hard ball I’m game” and leaves

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CBWA WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH CITY HALL VS FOOT VON ERICH AND THE FIEND

Next match is for the CBWA Tag Team championship, the challengers City Hall make their way to the ring, the champs are next when @FootVonErich comes down the aisle with a brand new beautiful robe that says Foot on the back made of Diamonds, lights go off and we see the appearance of the Fiend @BrayWya29193609 who has his belt around his neck, Bubba and Z man look intimidated by the Fiend’s presence, bell rings and Foot and Z man start it of with a pose down for the virtual ladies in the audience, sounds like more ladies cheered for Foot more than Z Man, Collar and elbow tie up Foot arm drags Z man followed by a drop kick, Bubba comes in and gets a drop kick of his own, both Z man and Bubba go outside, Foot celebrating in the ring, City Hall coming up with some strategy on the outside, Z man comes in and tags in Bubba, Bubba points at The Fiend and says I won’t him, Foot points at the Fiend and tags him in, Bubba doesn’t seem intimidating at all, Bubba goes in after the Fiend, Fiend ducks and laughs and waves at Bubba, Bubba charges Fiend moves and does his creepy backward stance, Bubba instantly stops scared and tags on the Z man, Z man still obviously upset the ladies cheered more for Foot goes to the turnbuckle and poses again and is met by a Fiend close line as he comes down, lots of tag in and out surprisingly by Foot and Fiend, they are working great as a team, Foot gets in a bit of trouble when he is double teamed in the corner by City Hall, Bubba is working on the back of Foot, it’s not looking good for the champs and City Hall is dominating now, the finish shows Foot hot tagging in The Fiend and he goes to town on Z Man and Bubba, Fiend sends Z man into the ropes and hits him with a pop up mandiable claw, I have never seen that, Bubba tries to come in and stop it but is met by an Iron Claw by Foot, both men’s shoulders are down and red counts 1,2,3, winners and still CBWA Tag Champions The Foot and The Fiend, these two are a well oiled machine

WINNERS: FIEND AND FOOT VON ERICH

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We go backstage and Kenny is interviewing The Miz to which The Miz cuts off Kenny and ask if the mic is disinfected from Kenny’s Herpie, The Miz goes on a tyrant on how he is being disrespected in the CBWA and how his match against @TheEyeOfFalk is a joke and this company is a joke because he is an A list Hollywood star and you put him in a match with a D list star, the Miz promises to make a statement against @TheEyeOfFalk and tells Garth that he isn’t done with him either

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CBWA SOUTH AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH 5 MAN LADDER MATCH

We go to the ring where the ladders are set up all around the ring, it’s time for the ladder match for the CBWA South American Championship which is held above the ring, first man out is ZZ followed by @IAPT38 next is @dkg46342 and the return of @HotstuffINT007 the champ is making his way to the ring and is bumped by the CBWA Champion @FrankConverseMO who wishes him good luck and @GOLDBERGEN1 replies back with a you too champ, a brief stare down and Goldberg walks to the ring, all 5 participants look up at the title then Goldberg out of nowhere spears @dkg46342 and @HotstuffINT007 @IAPT38 goes to the outside and grabs a ladder, brings it in and automatically speared, unbelievable Goldberg can’t be stopped, wait ZZ from behind hits Goldberg with a swamp stick knocking out the champion, ZZ grabs the ladder and starts climbing, Hot stuff climbs the turnbuckle and drop kicks ZZ off the ladder, all participants are out, the ladder is still set up in the middle of the ring, @dkg46342 slowly gets up and starts climbing on one end and @IAPT38 climbing the other both men meet at the top and start fighting, ZZ then gets up and pushes the ladder and both men go crashing to the outside, Hot stuff then nails ZZ with the ladder, Goldberg is up and angry closeline Hot Stuff, picks AJ up in an over press and brings it into a spear, sets up another spear on @dkg46342 ZZ is on the ladder climbing for the belt Goldberg comes up from the other side punches ZZ and wait what is this?! Not a Jackhammer from the top of the ladder, OMG!!!! both men go through the ring!!!! A holy s**t chant starts virtually all 5 men are out, the corner of the ring is caved in from 2 guys going through it, wait there is movement from the bottom of the ring, it’s Goldberg!!! My god he is super human, grabs the ladder starts climbing and look my goodness ZZ is coming out of the ring as well and starts climbing the other side again, Goldberg is almost there and stretches out and grabs the South American title as ZZ almost gets him, Goldberg falls off the ladder, WINNER and still CBWA South American Champion @GOLDBERGEN1 after the match the ladders are clear and ZZ is looking at Goldberg and the title he almost won, Goldberg shakes his head and said you are a tough sob anytime you want a shot at this you got it and shakes ZZ’s hand, big time respect

WINNER: GOLDBERG

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NOW AVAILABLE in the CBWA SHOP!

We go backstage and we see @FootVonErich talking with his old pal @GarthWLane what could that be about? We are now backstage with Kenny and @TheEyeOfGibson Kenny ask where he has been before this match? Gibson replies, first off Kenny you really got to get that Herpie looked at, my whereabouts the past couple of weeks is nobody’s business but my own, but if you must know, I went to Siberia for two weeks to get intensive training getting ready for my match, then for the past week and a half I’ve been doing my good deed and passing out Turkey’s to the less fortunate, but you wouldn’t report that Kenny because that’s “boring” this match between myself and John Schneider is a match nobody will forget, it’s a loser leaves town, bogota hobo street fight, I can’t lose, I have too much riding on this, if I lose, I lose everything, my talk show, my merch money, my drug connection, my house that I won when I beat Michael Jordan in a game of PIG, btw it was a clean sweep PIG to zero, I have a lot riding on this match so I’ve been laser focused and believe me this will not be for the weaken heart I’m ready to bleed and so is my opponent, it will be a fight and the better man will come out on top

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THE MIZ VS THE EYE OF FALK

Next match is @bogota_mizanin vs @TheEyeOfFalk The Miz comes out first and walks directly to the ring, no entrance no pyro no posing, straight to the ring and tells Peter Falk to come on get out here, @TheEyeOfFalk comes out and takes his time trying to shake people’s hands but doesn’t realize it’s tv screens and those people are not physically here, The Miz then has enough of this and grabs a steel chair and wallops Falk in the head busting him wide open, Peter Falk is bleeding profusely, The Miz is not stopping , he continues to pummel Falk referees come down to try to stop The Miz and check on Peter Falk, his raincoat is covered in blood, The Miz is telling the referee to ring the bell and start counting to which the referee does, then the Miz goes outside to grab Peter Falk and roll him in the ring and hits him with a Skull Crushing Finale, yelling at Peter Falk saying who’s the joke now, covers Peter for the 1,2,3, after the match The Miz hand is raised and he hits a bloody Peter Falk with another Skull Crushing Finale and The Miz just walks off, again no posing, different looking Miz

WINNER: THE MIZ

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We go backstage and Kenny is interviewing our new Head Of Creative John Schneider, Kenny ask how he’s feeling going into his Hobo Street fight with @TheEyeOfGibson John Schneider says first off whoever let you in this building with that Herpie on your lip is going to get fired and if you have infected anybody with your herp you will be fined and suspended, now let’s talk about this match, you know like I said weeks ago, I’ve been a fan of the CBWA for a long time, I would get the feed from my Hollywood house and watch it every time, I got a call out of the blue from @FootVonErich wanting to recruit me in Robert Gibson’s Resistance group, I was thrilled I loved The Resistance but you know once I was in I didn’t like how Robert was running it, treating everybody like crap, wanting to kill @GarthWLane because he’s different, was going to kill his right hand man @FootVonErich so I did what I had to do and take them away from that situation and I guess Robert didn’t like that and we have been at war since, well it ends tonight, one man must go, this town ain’t big enough for the both of us and after tonight the terror of one Robert Gibson will finally come to an end, Kenny then ask why he banned @KingBogota from the arena, to which John said, are you kidding? Do you want the show to lose viewership? And walks off

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GARTH W LANE VS BRIAN K WITHERS

Next match is @GarthWLane vs @BrianKWithers Garth comes out to an amazing virtual pop, he has become one of the most popular competitors in the CBWA, next is @BrianKWithers to a Star Wars theme music that takes 15 minutes long, finally he makes it to the ring, by this time Garth has ejaculated twice on the ring mat, bell rings and @BrianKWithers slips on Garth’s juice and Garth goes for the pin 2 1/2 he almost caught him off guard, wait what is this, The Miz is out here with the same chair that now has Peter Falks blood on it, Garth sees this and is jumped from behind by Brian which leads to the Miz entering the ring and my god he hits Garth in the head with the chair, referee calls for the bell, Winner by DQ @GarthWLane but the assault continues and poor Garth is getting a beat down, wait what is this, it’s @FootVonErich for the save, he chases off The Miz and Brian, to which the two celebrated on the stage, is this a new alliance? Foot tries to help Garth up who sees his blood and runs to the back in anger looking for the Miz and Brian

WINNER BY DQ: GARTH W LANE

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CBWA WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH BOLTSY VS FRANK CONVERSE AMSTERDAM

It’s World Championship match time, we take a look split screen shot of the two competitors, we go to the ring where Michael Buffet, yes Buffet, CBWA couldn’t afford Buffer, and says let’s get ready to stumble, the challenger is out first, looking amazing shape this could finally be @BoltsyAmsterdam time he looks ready, next comes the Champ and my goodness he is looking rough, but somewhat ready, he’s asking for some money from the referee, what has happened to our world champion, bell rings and Boltsy attacks, this has been frustration for years of neglect from his dad, Boltsy hurricarana Frank out side, Boltsy gets a table sets it up, puts Frank on the table, my god Boltsy is going to the top rope and my god a 450 splash through the table and Frank, Frank is out of it, Boltsy picks up his father and rolls him in the ring, looking for finish, this is his time, what he has been waiting for a long time, here he goes and oh no Frank hits him with a spinebuster my god that was brutal, Frank is shaking it off and is roid raging, he picks up Boltsy by one hand and throws him in the turnbuckle followed by numerous shoulder blocks, Boltsy now bleeding from the mouth collapsed, Frank points at a lifeless Boltsy saying look at my pathetic son, he goes to pick up Boltsy and wait Boltsy with a small package, 1,2, 2 1/2, that was close, we almost had a new champion, Boltsy gives Frank the bring it sign Frank can not believe he is still in this match he picks his son over his shoulder and slams him in the ring, another victory for our champion but no Boltsy kicks out again, what heart by the challenger, Frank picks him up again and bam a big F5, cover 1,2,3 Winner and still CBWA champion @FrankConverseMO after the bell @GOLDBERGEN1 music hits, he comes down and shows off his title and @FrankConverseMO shows off his title are we seeing the making of a super bout?

WINNER: FRANK CONVERSE

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HOBO STREET FIGHT - LOSER LEAVES TOWN

THE EYE OF GIBSON VS JOHN SCHNEIDER

It’s main event time, first to the ring is John Schneider with a live band singing good ol boy, the band looks like they just woke up and obviously didn’t do rehearsal but what can you do we are in a pandemic, next The Eye Of Gibson comes out with none other than Steve Perry from Journey singing don’t stop believing, what an amazing Peformance by Steve Perry.

Both men are in street clothes, John is wearing blue jeans and boots while Roberto is dressed in sweats and tennis shoes that have been worn out the soles are no longer there, the bell rings and we are under way in the Bogota Hobo street fight loser leaves town match, the stage area looks like a back alley trash cans are everywhere a couple of them are fire pits, pieces of glass and rocks are in the ring, it looks like a hobo town, Roberto goes in for the collar and elbow tie up but tricks John and gives him a knee to the balls, John Schneider goes down, Roberto feels right at home takes a couple of rock pebbles and throws them at John, one hits John in the throat and looks to be injured, Robert stops the ref and says I got this he’s obviously thirsty, grabs a colt 45 and pours it down John’s throat, John tries a little comeback but is met by a drop kick, Roberto goes for some sand and backfires as John pushes it up in Robertos face, John then chops Roberto and punches Gibson into one of the fire barrels my god Roberto Gibson is on fire, paramedics come in with fire extinguisher and put out the fire, they check on Roberto and John pushes them away, grabs Roberto and now John has a piece of glass from a broken bottle and my god he is digging it in Robertos forehead and Gibson is now bleeding everywhere and I mean everywhere, it’s like a faucet turned on, blood is everywhere, John goes for the cover and miraculously Gibson kicks out, John goes back for the piece of glass but wait Gibson is getting something out of sweats, what’s this?

He has an open salt packet from Hoot Robinson restaurant and bam throws it in John Schneider faces, Schneider can’t and now Gibson grabs a pizza cutter and good god he just sliced John Schneider’s forehead and now Schneider is bleeding profusely, this is an all out blood bath, now Gibson takes Schneider and hits him with a safety cone and drop kicks him into a domino’s table, this could be it for Schneider, but Gibson doesn’t go for a cover, he takes a swig of whiskey and forgot the amount of blood he is losing and passes out, now both men are down, Schneider finally comes to and is crawling back to the ring in a crimson mask but not to far behind him is Roberto Gibson, Schneider gets in the ring and tells Gibson to get in the ring, Gibson makes it in and both men exhausted and in a bloody mess exchange blows, Robert goes dirty again and try’s to knife John Schneider but is met by a belt buckle to the ear, Gibson is down John gets up and what is this? Schneider is wrapping his boot in glass and now tells Gibson to get up and my god he just super kicked Roberto Gibson in the face, glass everywhere Gibson is down, cover 1.......2......3 Winner of the Bogota Hobo Street Fight John Schneider and Roberto Gibson is out of here, Schneider’s hand is raised he looks down at his bloody opponent and helps him up and offers a hand, it looks like Gibson is actually going to shake his hand but no he flips him off and leaves Schneider starts celebrating but what is this? It’s @KingBogota with Rico, Bobby Flashly Little Virgil and is that?

That is that Junky John Cena, Kenny directs them to the ring when it’s a complete beat down on John Schneider, here comes the Foot and the Fiend, but they are cut off by Rico and Little Virgil, Roberto Gibson keeps looking back to the ring, wait a minute here he comes and he’s helping John Schneider what the hell are we seeing here? Gibson and Schneider on the same team? Kenny calls off his goons and they leave with Kenny saying this far from over Hollywood Hillbilly, Schneider Foot and the Fiend are looking at Gibson and Schneider extends his hand again and this time Gibson shakes his hand and they celebrate together, Schneider and Foot and The fiend leave the ring for Gibson for his send off to which the audio audience starts chanting Eye of Gibson 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 Eye of Gibson 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 and the show cuts off with Roberto Gibson leaving saying thank you.

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