#//(I know some people can't but it's like the roar and the shoulder marks for me where I can overlook it)

[blueraineshadows]

Heart Breakers: Chapter 3A - When Seb wins

I strongly advise you read Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 if you haven't already. Written from a request from @simpy-slytherin F!MC is called Leina in honour of her MC

Sebastian x Leina x Garreth

This is 1 of 2 alternate endings. In this chapter, Sebastian is end game 💚 Chapter 3B will see Garreth get the girl.

He wasn't in the Undercroft or in the clock tower. Leina avoided the spot where she had seen Trixie all over Sebastian, hurrying on in her search for him. Eventually, she found herself standing outside the Slytherin common room, students wandering about giving her curious looks.

Maybe they were hoping more drama was about to kick off. She really hoped not.

After about 15 minutes of waiting and hoping Sebastian would appear, Ominis came down the staircase, wand out flickering. He headed for the door but paused, head tilting slightly. "Leina, is that you?"

"Yes," she said, stepping forward. "How are you, Ominis? I feel like we haven't spoken in a while."

"You have had your hands rather full it seems, no time for chit chat," he said. "What are you doing here?"

"I was hoping to catch Sebastian. Do you know if he is around?"

"Hmm, yes, you two do need to sort out this new mess of yours," he sighed. "He has been an absolute monster to be around lately. I'm growing rather tired of it."

He paused in thought and then moved a little closer. "You won't find him here. He mentioned needing to catch up on some Astronomy assignment work and headed that way after dinner. I would assume he is still there in the tower."

"Thank you, Ominis, I will give it a try."

"Before you dash off, may I say something?"

"Of course."

His brow pinched and a glimmer of sadness washed over his face. "I know he has upset you terribly, but please, don't go too hard on him. He is the bane of my life sometimes, but he is also like a brother to me. I know when he is hurting, and he is definitely suffering. He still hasn't got over the events of 5th year. And as for Trixie, well, her behaviour has been disgusting to say the least. Sebastian was in a very bad place that night, and roaring drunk to boot. She took advantage of him. Had the roles been reversed, a boy would have been reprimanded within an inch of his life. I do not believe he set out to hurt you. In his own stupid way, he thinks he protects people with his wild ideas and protective nonsense. Anne being a case in point. I think what I am trying to say, is that he feels deeply for you, and that is why he tangles himself up in knots."

"Feels deeply for me?" Leina felt like her lungs had been squeezed at those words. "He has never said such a thing to me."

"He would never admit any of this to himself, or anyone else for that matter, he is far too stubborn for that. But he doesn't fool me."

Leina stood there taking this speech in with her eyes wide. She took a long, shaky breath as she tried to process all of it. She reached out a hand and placed it on Ominis' arm. He flinched a little, but didn't push her off.

"I understand," she said. "Don't worry. The last thing I want to do is hurt Sebastian. I just want to try and make things better because they can't go on as they are."

"Then we are agreed," he said with a smile. "I wish you luck."

.....*.....

Sebastian rolled up his parchment now that his ink was dry and put a stopper in the ink bottle. The Astronomy Tower was now deserted and quiet and he liked it that way. It was peaceful.

He sighed and moved towards a railing to look up. It was one thing to stare through the telescope and mark the detail of the stars, but when you stood and took in the whole blanket of them across the sky, it just hit you differently. It was huge, beyond comprehension, and you remembered that you were one small thing before it. Your troubles a mere wisp against the great, and therefore, should be more manageable to carry on your shoulders.

He wished that were true. He rubbed a hand across his eyes and gingerly moved them to his neck. The bruises there were less tender, the sticky salve on them seeming to do the trick. He scowled about the how and where of the salve, hating that he had to go begging to Leander Prewett, of all people, to ask for help. Wiggenweld just didn't seem to budge the dammed things and he hated the way people were staring at them, sniggering behind their hands.

Most of all he hated that Leina had seen them. His heart wrenched at the way her eyes had dimmed, losing their usual spark and fire. He hated that he hadn't been able to take her hand and try to soothe away the hurt. But, it was on him. He had nobody but himself to blame.

And now, he owed fucking Leander Prewett a favour for bailing him out with a Herbology trick for getting rid of bruises. The smugness on the idiot's face made his wand hand itch something terrible.

But he had been desperate. Desperate to hide the marks that had left him feeling dirty, stained. He shivered at the memory of her tongue violating him. It made his skin crawl. Never mind the stares of others, he needed to scrub all the evidence away that she had ever touched him in the first place.

Footsteps on the stairs signalled the end of his peace and quiet. He sighed and turned to gather his things, not really in the mood to stay for small talk. He froze when it was Leina that appeared at the top of the stairs, though. Alone, and looking right at him.

"Hello, Sebastian,' she said softly. "I've been looking for you."

.....*.....

Now that Sebastian was there, right in front of her, any words she had been trying to piece together on the way up here slid right out of her mind. He stood stock still, eyes wide and fixed on her like she would startle if he so much as blinked.

She stared at him in the moonlight, drinking in the sight of him, that heavy feeling in her chest shifting, feeling as though it might shrink a little. It was just him, and her, just like she was used to, and that had never been a bad thing. Not really.

She pressed her lips together, tears burning the backs of her eyes and then she was running, crossing the gap between them and throwing herself at him. Her arms wrapped about him and she buried her face deep into his neck, breathing in his scent like she had been holding her breath since the last time she had touched him.

He had stiffened at first, shocked perhaps, but then his arms circled her waist and crushed her to his chest.

"You're such an idiot, Sebastian Sallow," she said, her voice thick with emotion.

"I know," he said. "I know. And I'm sorry."

His voice cracked on the last word and she pulled back to look at him. He gulped, a hand reaching to swipe quickly at the tear that rolled from his eye. He tried to look away from her, but she wouldn't let him. "Its alright," she whispered. "It's just me. You're alright."

His lip wobbled and she pulled him in tight again, her fingers sliding into the hair at the back of his head as the dam broke and he cried into her robes.

The moment wasn't lost on her. It was the mirror of what she had done to Garreth, and Garreth had not questioned her need for comfort. She would not question Sebastion either, not if he wasn't ready. But she could hold him, she could soothe him and, maybe, it would help.

"I'm alright, honestly," he said. He pulled back and wiped his face. "I don't deserve your hugs, as lovely as they are."

"Everyone needs a hug at some point, Seb," she said. "How could I not comfort you if you need it?"

"I should be the one comforting you. I...I've been a fool, Leina." He hung his head. "There aren't enough apologies in the world to make up for it. But, I would like to try."

"Then, let us try," she said.

Her eyes drifted down to the marks on his neck and she swallowed, her nose wrinkling in distaste at the goop covering them. "Blimey, Sebastian, what on earth have you smeared on your neck?"

He groaned. "Don't ask. It's some nasty salve to get rid of bruises. I can't wait to be rid of them."

"You and me, both," she said, grimly.

An awkward silence filled the air and Leina shivered, the cold evening breeze cutting through the dampness of her clothing. Perhaps she should have changed after all.

"You're cold," he said. He rubbed at her arms.

"A little, unfortunately my clothes are a bit damp," she said. She tugged at the front of her jumper, wrinkling her nose, and he frowned in curiosity. "There was an incident during my Potions detention, I got a bit soggy."

His frown deepened. "I assume Weasley is just as damp?"

Leina stepped back out of reach of his arms. They dropped to his sides, fists clenched. She wrapped her own arms about herself, maybe because of the chill, maybe because she felt like she needed to protect the soft feelings she was harbouring in her chest for Garreth.

"I didn't come here to argue with you, Seb," she said. "But, let me make one thing very clear. I won't hear a word said against Garreth. He doesn't deserve it, not one bit."

She could see the clench in his jaw. Clearly, there were words fighting to get out, but he held his lips firmly clamped. Let them stay there. She didn't want to hear it.

"If we are going to have any chance at moving forward from this point on, then Garreth is non-negotiable. He is someone important to me and I won't give him up. Not even for you."

He processed that. He didnt like it, his eyes flashed, but he nodded. "Okay, so Garreth is off the table," he said slowly. "What did you want to talk about? Why did you seek me out?"

Her heart pounded. Yes, why did she seek him out? Did she want his confession of undying love for her? Now that she was here, she wasn't sure if she could handle it. It felt too huge, too all encompassing a thing, and she felt her chest tighten. It didn't feel heavy anymore, although she definitely hadn't forgotten the image of him wrapped up with Trixie. She wasn't sure if she ever would.

But, was that fair? He didn't owe her exclusivity. They weren't a couple. She had clearly spat the words into his face that a few kisses didn't lay a claim on each other. Also, how would he feel to see her wrapped up with Garreth? Livid, thats how, if his rage in the Undercroft was anything to go by.

Even here, in the chill wind cutting right through the tower top arches, she felt her cheeks warm. What if she had kissed Garreth on the floor of the Potions classroom? What if Sebastian had walked in on that? If Sharpe hadn't caught them, she thought it was quite likely she may have kissed him, and the thought threw her into a spin.

It was all too much. Her mind was fudge, and she didn't know what on earth her body was trying to tell her. He was there, waiting for an answer and she didn't know what to say.

She backed up a step, two, her lungs burning for air but she was gasping it in.

He frowned. "Leina, what's wrong?"

"I...I..." She threw a look towards the stairs, the exit, escape. Coward. "I accept your apology."

Inwardly, she cringed. Gods that was so formal. So cold. She didn't mean to be, and the flicker of uncertainty on his face made her want to run.

He took a careful step to the side, slowly lifting his hands. All the times they had been in a duel, fought dark wizards, trained together, it had given them a bond, an understanding of each other. He knew she was going to bolt just as much as she knew he was going to try and stop her. Their bodies were in tune, they could read each other in a split second.

She stepped back and to the side, one eye on him, the other on the exit. He stepped as well. Her heart hammered right up into her throat, her ears roaring with it and she forgot about the chill of her clothes.

Tension, electric and hot, sizzled. To her shock, she felt it in her abdomen, curling like some wild thing. Would he chase her? If she ran for those stairs, would he chase her? What if he caught her? Unbidden, a small sound came from her throat at the idea.

What the fuck was wrong with her??

He lifted an eyebrow at that sound, she was so distracted by it, and the slow curving tilt of his lips, that she had let her guard slip. He was closer than before. Damn him!

"I will catch you," he said. His voice was low, dark. Filthy.

She swallowed, her throat working double time. She shook her head in denial, but it was a pathetic shake, weak. Gods, he made her weak and she couldn't be. She had to get a grip on herself.

Her eyes darted to the exit and back to him. Where would she run to? That was a lot of fucking stairs to get down, she would no doubt end up tumbling to her death, if his smile didn't kill her first. Look at him, his smirk, that wicked, wicked mouth. Fuck!

She ran. Her feet bounded across the Astronomy deck and into the stairway, cloak and hair flying as she took the stairs in a leap. He was right behind her, feet pounding on the wooden steps, she could hear his excited breaths.

She ignored the shooting spear of fire that shot through her, if she didn't she would falter, and if she faltered then it would be too late. He'd catch her.

Oh, but what if he did?

Legs trembling, she skidded across the landings on the switch back steps, hands shoving off from walls for momentum, before hitting the next flight of stairs, curving down, and down, to her inevitable doom.

Leina was almost at the Room of Requirement. For a split second, she considered it an escape, but the door needed to form, it would take too long, and he was gaining on her. Was that the brush of finger tips on her cloak?

A cry left her lips, a cry that sounded far too excitable for her liking, and she pushed harder, feet slapping against wood as she hurtled down the corridor past her secret haven.

The corridors were getting smaller, portraits and statues whizzing past as she ran, legs beginning to burn, every breath now a fight, and still, he was right behind her.

He wasn't going to quit, it wasn't his style. He could be near death and he would keep chasing her. Now, that thought nearly made her stumble as she burst out into the Defence Against the Dark Arts Tower.

She barely had time to glance at the shocked faces of the students in the seating area as she made a desperate sprint for the switch back stairs going down, down, down.

She hadn't planned on it, but her feet were carrying her closer and closer to where it all began. That Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom where she had knocked him on his arse on her first day. And, what was underneath it? The Undercroft.

She risked a glance back, he was so close, face flushed but determined. A laugh, rasping and breathless trailed behind her as she kept going, on and on until she thought her legs might just give out from under her. She was flagging as she passed the rhinoceros skeleton and she felt fingers catch hold of her flapping cloak.

He had her.

They both stumbled to a stop, his hands tugging her closer and she braced her hands against his heaving chest. They barely had the breath to laugh, but somehow, they did.

"So...now what?" He puffed. "I caught you...what's...what's my prize?"

She stared at him, fighting for every breath. This was crazy. Stupid. Reckless. How very them.

She smiled and grabbed his hand. A quick glance told her that the coast was clear, no prying eyes to see as she tugged him towards the secret entrance of The Undercroft.

He did the spell to open it, she watched him, couldn't tear her gaze from him. She remembered how she had realised how alive he made her feel, living life on a dangerous edge. It was exciting. Was it enough? What was enough?

She needed to know, her heart and soul had a choice to make. Was this love?

.....*.....

Leina was holding his hand. He stared down at their interlocking fingers as if to fully confirm that he had her in his grasp. All he had to do was keep her there.

He was fucking knackered. Chasing her down all those stairs had damn near killed him, but he would do it again, in a heartbeat. He would run after her until he dropped dead if he had to. She was worth every burning breath, every screaming muscle.

She led him in to the centre of the Undercroft. The last time they had been here, they had fought. How many times had he gone over it? He wished he could turn the clock back.

But they were here now. The anger was gone from her face. He looked at Leina, her cheeks flushed, eyes bright, her hair was some kind of chaotic right now, but he didn't care. She was beautiful!

He asked her again, his breaths more regular now. "What's my prize?"

He gave her his best smirk and watched her gaze drop to his lips. She was trying to pretend she wasn't looking, but she definitely was. He loved that. When she had done it up in the Astronomy Tower it had turned him on, the force of the burn overwhelming. How could he resist chasing after her?

She let go of his hand. Disappointing, but she wasn't turning away from him. "Alright," she said. "Your prize. But first, a truth for a truth."

"What?" He frowned. "Play fair now. I've already won, I caught you."

Her lips twitched. "Maybe I let you."

Dangerous smirk. "You wanted me to."

Her lips parted, little pants of breath slipping out. He wanted to make that sound come out of her with his touch, his mouth on her, her mouth on him.

"Alright, I'll play," he said. He tilted his head, thinking. She wanted a truth. He grinned. "When I was six, I stole Anne's favourite doll and tried to cast charms on it with my Father's wand. I accidently made it explode. To this day, she still doesn't know it was me."

She gaped and then frowned, folding her arms. "That's just mean, and totally not the kind of truth that I meant. And you know it."

Oh, he knew it. He just got a kick out of the little huff she did when he wound her up. He leant towards her, smirk in play. "Your turn."

She hesitated and damn if a little flush didn't colour her cheeks. He lifted a brow, waiting.

"I...I punched Trixie in the face. And I liked it.' She winced.

"I know," he said. "Have you seen her since? That was quite a punch, Leina. I'm impressed."

Impressed and so fucking turned on. Beautiful, and she could throw a mean punch. He tilted his head thoughtfully, still playing the game. "That wasn't a truth I didn't know, you're supposed to tell me something I don't know. So, spill it. What's your deepest, dirtiest secret?"

Wow, now that was a glorious blush she was sporting now. She pressed her fingers to her cheeks, her eyes darting away from him.

He hesitated. Something slippery, cold and sickening filled his gut. Gods, no. Surely not. Would she? Did something happen with her and Garreth?

His fists clenched, her warning up on the tower coming back to him. She said Garreth was important to her, that she wasn't prepared to give him up.

Suddenly, this game didn't seem so fun anymore. Not when he was terrified of what might come out of her mouth.

"I...oh, Merlin," she whispered. She touched her fingers to her lips. His stomach clenched. "I can't believe I'm going to say this..."

Don't say it, don't say it. His hands ached they were clenched so tight.

She looked him right in the eye, cheeks crimson. "I touched myself in the bath while I was thinking of you."

Her fingers clamped over her mouth and the silence that followed seemed to swallow him whole. His eyes burned because he was so frozen in shock, he didn't think he could blink. She did what, now?

Well, fucking hell, he was speechless. He asked for her deepest, dirtiest secret, and she had delivered. That was definitely dirty.

Her saw her begin to regret the words and snapped himself out of his stupor. Come on Sallow, bring the charm. Somehow, he pulled a quip out of nowhere. "Why didn't you just ask? I could have leant you a hand."

He heard her sharp intake of breath, her fingers twitched. He smiled. This was back to being fun.

"Your turn," she said, quickly. "And you need to better mine."

Oh, you clever girl. Nothing like throwing a challenge down in front of him. Although, his heart skittered at the thought of speaking these next words out loud. But she wanted the truth, and he always wanted to be able to give her what she desired. He tried and failed not to imagine her, naked and wet in the bath, her name on his lips...yep, definitely worth running after.

He nodded. His mind was made up and he was terrified. But he hid it well. "I love you."

.....*.....

I love you.

Three little words. One, two, three. So simple, and yet so big. Earlier, she had been too scared that he would say it. And now he had.

He looked more vulnerable than she had ever seen him, even more so than that day he had been slumped on the floor of the catacombs after taking out Solomon.

She swallowed. They had been through so much. The webs that surrounded their lives had thickened and strengthened, and how could it be anyone else?

Garreth. He flashed up behind her eyes and her heart squeezed. Oh, she loved him, she really did, but it wasn't like this.

It wasn't running so fast, waiting for him to catch her, wanting him to catch her, it wasn't knowing each other so well that when one moved, the other did, like a dance. It wasn't covering up murder so you didn't lose them. It wasn't punching a girl in the face because you couldn't stand that she had touched what was yours.

Yes, that's right. He was hers. Sebastian Sallow was hers, for better or worse.

She walked up to him, slowly, savouring every step. He watched her, lips parting, eyes darkening. Smirk for me baby, show me that wicked mouth, she thought. Better yet, let me taste it.

She stared at that bottom lip, swiping her tongue over her own as she reached up on tip toe. He didn't move an inch, watching her as she slowly kissed that bottom lip, teasing it ever so gently.

And then, there it was. His delicious smirk. She gave him one of her own. "So, you love me?"

"I do," he said. His voice was deep, silky dark, full of promise. "I love you. I always have."

She could drown in those eyes. If she wanted. And, oh she wanted to. "I love you, too," she whispered.

He looked like he was afraid to believe it. Her Seb, so smooth, so cheeky, and yet so vulnerable, so deep and dark, so passionate, if only one cared enough to take the dive and see.

"Kiss me, Seb," she whispered against his lips. "Make me burn."

His kiss stole her mouth, and this time it wasn't about making a point, this time it was making a fire, and she was ready to burn. His tongue slid over hers, dominant but sensual. Her toes curled in her shoes and she let her body melt into his hands.

Her robe slid to the floor, his hand slid under her shirt, fingers grazing the skin of her back with trails of fire. Her head fell back, a soft sigh escaping as his mouth slid to her neck, tongue swirling up under her jaw. Her hands luxuriated in his soft hair, trailing against his scalp, drawing a moan from his lips.

Impatiently, he tugged her collar loose, his mouth dipping lower. Her hand skimmed down from his hair and slid through the sticky balm on his brusies. She froze.

She winced. She couldn't help it, she could see that bitch sucking his neck and her chest twisted.

"Don't," he said. He shook his head, voice strained against her throat. "Don't say it, please."

She released him and looked at those bruises. The balm had made some effort to erase them, but they were still there, taunting her. She took a deep breath and flexed her fingers.

She had promised herself she wouldn't use it. It was too powerful, too dangerous. People died when she threw that much power around. But, she had been practising. She was getting better at controlling it.

She took another breath and placed her fingers on his bruises. He stared at her. "What are you doing?"

His lips were damp from her kiss. Nobody gets to kiss that mouth but her. Her mouth, and her mouth alone gets to taste him.

"Trust me," she said. She focused, careful, controlled, and a delicate wisp of blue curled from her fingers.

He gasped as they swirled against his skin. "That's cold."

"Hold still." He did. She traced his bruises, erasing them, wiping every last trace of her. She had to fight to focus, to keep a lid on the fury that tried to awake at the thought of her. But then, all the marks were gone. She drew her fingers back and he watched as the delicate, blue wisps were absorbed back into her skin.

"There, much better," she smiled.

He put a hand to his neck, eyes wide. "They're gone? You...you healed them?"

"You look like my Seb again," she said. Her eyes narrowed. "If she touches you again, she will live to regret it."

If she wasn't mistaken, she thought she saw a flicker of fear in his gaze. She couldn't blame him. She scared herself sometimes.

She took his hand. "Now, I don't know about you, but I could do with a bath. You coming? I might take you up on that offer of a hand."

His smirk was perfect. "I fucking love you, Leina."

"I know," she said, grinning. "Let's go."

Notes: You guys are awesome, thank you for reading! And, yes, I admit it. I went in to Hogwarts and had my MC run down from the Astronomy Tower for that scene 🤭. This got so long and I didn't get to the smut (angst came first, sorry 😏) However, I might do a bonus Smut part for Seb and Leina. For now, let's get to 3B and give Garreth some love. ❤️

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #mc x sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfiction #hogwarts legacy #garreth weasley #BlueRaineShadows

[invisibleraven]

I hope its ok to send a second this quickly after the first but could you have someone ask Luke "when was the last time you ate?"

Luke shivered as he huddled under the huge oak tree, wishing he had found a better shelter for the evening. He had passed a cottage several leagues back, but he knew what happened to people who entered the cottages of dwarves, and it wasn't pretty.

But he knew he was better off here, cold and wet in the woods than back home. Where his parents never understood him, where he was never free to do what he wanted, be who he wanted.

It was only made worse when there were whispers of offers for his hand, and Luke drew the line at that. There was no way he was being married off to some foreign prince or princess in order to further his parents' agenda. So he had run.

Now though, days later in a wet and windy wood, Luke was starting to regret not even trying to talk to his parents, to reason with them, find some workaround for his betrothal. Especially since he could hear baying hounds nearby, and he prayed that the recent shower would cover his scent.

Of course, Luke never had much luck, and he soon had a snarling dog glaring at him, yapping loudly at his master, or maybe the rest of his pack. Luke was kind of praying for the former. People could be reasoned with. Hungry and vicious animals? Not so much.

"Fezzik, heel!" a voice commanded, and the mutt sat down, it's eyes still glaring at Luke, but it's teeth where not longer bared, and Luke felt less on the edge. A man approached, holding aloft a lantern, stopping when he caught sight of the sodden man huddling under the tree that marked the edge of his property. "Well then, aren't you a sight? No sense to get out of the rain at all. Come on, I can't let you stay out here and catch your death."

Luke wanted to follow him, but he stalled, wondering how smart it was to follow a stranger to his home in the middle of the woods. Yet the man jerked his head, motioning for Luke to follow, and Luke found himself compelled to do so. They quickly came across a small hut, a trail of smoke winding from the chimney, the hearth making it glow, warm and welcoming.

Soon enough Luke is in front of the roaring fire, a thick quilt tossed over his shoulders while his drenched outer layers hung to dry. A bowl of stew was thrust in front of him; rich and aromatic. He began to gobble it down, heedless of how it burned his tongue, just grateful for something to fill his stomach.

"Whoa, slow down. When was the last time you ate? You'll make yourself sick if you gorge yourself," the man said, hanging his cloak on a peg on the wall. Luke takes him in, a young man around Luke's own age. Dark hair and pale skin highlighted by a speckling of freckles littering his cheekbones and across the bridge of his nose. His eyes are bright spring green, sparkling in the light of a lone candle sitting on the table between them.

Luke slows his eating, not quite shovelling the food in his mouth, but still eating faster than he usually would. A slice of crusty bread and a tankard of water is pushed his way next. "So, do you want to tell me why you're half starved and hiding in my woods?"

"Ran away, wasn't sure where I was heading. Sorry for trespassing," Luke mumbles around a hunk of bread.

The man shrugs. "It's fine. Not like I have any cattle or goods to rustle. Plenty of food to spare, and a cot if you want it."

"Why are you helping me? You don't know me."

The man grins. "I was where you were not that long ago. Had someone show me kindness, and I always vowed to pass that kindness along."

Luke stopped at that, spoon dangling from his fingers. "I guess I'm not used to that. Usually when someone is nice to me, it's because they want something from me."

The man scoffed at that. "You need better people in your life."

"Like you?" Luke questioned, relishing how the man blushed at that, and Luke felt his traitorous heart lurch. "Well thank you. I'm Luke by the way."

The man grins wider at that, nodding at him. "Reggie. I'm Reggie."

#filled prompts #ficlet #ruke #peterpatter #julie and the phantoms

[pridelanders]

/Continually baffled by how so many people say stuff like ‘Season 3 is the best one! It’s so mature!’ or ‘Season 3 is when the Lion Guard stops being a show for toddlers and actually gets good!’ 

When 90% of the dialogue is like “I’m not evil!” “Oh no! Kion is turning evil!” “Don’t worry Kion, even if you do turn evil I’ll still be your friend”

#ooc. #//it's just so funny to me how many times they actually say the word 'evil' #//as if 'evil' is just a switch you can flip once you hit a point where you stop being good #//and not a series of bad actions done for the wrong or selfish reasons #//its literally like a child's understanding of morality #//honestly Season 3 is the MOST toddler-orientated one IMO #//cause its very straight-forward in its storytelling. like it tells you more than it shows #//'Lets help this animal! Oh no the bad animal didn't like that! Don't be evil Kion!' #//even season 1. mixed bag that it is. has at least some stories on the more mature-r side #//'your heroes might not be what you expect them to be' 'violence isn't always the answer' 'don't make assumptions' 'own up to your mistakes #//etc. The one where the old lady lioness dies is really good though that one gets a pass #//like I can extend my disbelief enough that the venom is making him irritable and lashing out more #//(I know some people can't but it's like the roar and the shoulder marks for me where I can overlook it) #//but the whole 'slipping to the dark side thing' wasn't...well done #//and also everything that Fuli does in that season shouldve and couldve been given to Bunga #//like taking charge when Kion's out of comission and being the concerned for him and challenging him when he gets out of line #//that should've been Bunga's job. but Fuli is a fan favourite so she got to do it all #//and people didn't like Bunga so he gets to be a caricature of his former self instead of getting to grow and develop #//...I'm STILL thinking about this shit #//but I think the fan response honestly makes me madder than how season 3 actually ended up

[just-a-small-obsession]

The Flower Shop Owner

Chapter Three

"So, you're telling me, that YOU are married to THIS man." "Yes, now can you please uncuff me?" I show my occupied wrist to them. "We still need you to answer some questions for us," Jim says as he uncuffs my wrist, I rub my now free wrists as the redness seems to grow more color by the second with bruising mixing together. Victor's hands reach mine and investigate them, his eyes squinting. "I'm fine Vic." I give my attention back to the men in front of us, "We wanted to ask you about the shop you have." "What about it?" I cross my arms, "Carmine Falcone bought that property, now to people like us that place seems to be clean and proper." Jim's partner says to me. "I take pride in my shop." it seemed that my answer want what they wanted, I sighed and looked at Victor, "I'm only going to say that it was a gift for Mr. Falcone that's all." I touch Victor's shoulder signaling that we are leaving. As we start to walk out of the building Victor turns back, "Don't let this happen again Jim you'll regret it." after that, Victor leads me to his car and we head back to the shop.

Victor was huffing and puffing through the shop as I organize my supplies. " you wanna talk or are you just gonna keep stewing?" I glance at him. Being with Victor for three years I now have come to notice his breaking points, as well as reading his own emotions. "We're they rough with you?" He asks as he glades to me and presses his large calloused hands on my cheeks. My hands found his, "nope, they were surprisingly quick and gentle." His eyes looked away from mine to stare at the marks on my wrists. I sigh, "that's nothing, it'll go away by the end of the day Vic." "You know I can shoot him in the head for you right?" I give him a grin, I've learned that Victor's ideal actions of affection were murder and harming others that were a nuisance in my life but, I've never permitted him to act on them. "Did you finish that job you were put on?" I say to change the matter at hand.

"Things came up, but someone got around to it." I purse my lips at him, "this new mayor is not half bad, I barely see any criminal activity here these days." Victors hum's in response, "lucky for you darling, you get an invitation to his party tonight." I stop in my tracks and whip my head in his direction, "No, way! That's amazing!" I run to victor and hug him tightly. Returning the hug he laughs, "you can finally get to wear that dress that you've wanted to wear out." I let go of him and make my way to the cashier's counter, "on this occasion I shall close this place early." "Whatever you want dear."

This place was vibrant, lively, and exciting. Victor had informed me that he's still working for the being so that's I could be on the lookout for any type of danger. My sleek dress grazed my ankles as I grab a drink from the bar. With a cocktail in hand, I start to look around the room to take in all the faces and clothing filling it. The live band was roaring with their electric sound that made my chest swim with delight. I stroll my way to the front, I stop myself by a fairly tall redhead. This scent, I know this scent. I shift my eyes her way the man next to her seemed to be in a trance-like state.

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" I can't believe you'd turn on Oswald, too."

"Uh, Hello. Pot, kettle, black."

"No that's not the same thing, you....... never mind, I swear your goons hurt Tabitha, so help me..."

"Just do your job." Cheers and applause erupt in the crowd behind me as I look away from the brute man butch. "Oh...Showtime!...put one in the mayor before I put one in Tabitha." The man before me stutters in weakness and hesitation. I give him the small gun for him to do his duty. I look back once more in the crowd to see if I could see my y/n only to see that she is closer to the front than I would like her to be right now.

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A beautiful blonde woman steps onto the stage info front of me and holds the microphone. "Ladies, gentlemen, Welcome to the Sirens tonight we are here to celebrate the honorable Mayor Cobblepot." Claps were granted, as were mine. "Our savior from the monsters and the captain of our fair city, and now, the mayor would like to say a few words." I started to clap once more as the mayor made his way to the stage and politely kissed the woman on her cheek making room for him to now speak into the microphone.

"Tonight is a celebration, not of my victory, but Gotham's, This is a new day! " A smile grew on my face can my hands coming together, but my excitement was short-lived, a gun was fired and everyone gasped in fear, ducking, and covering themselves for protection. For myself, I only was in a simple squat, and turned to look behind me was a large man in a red hood with black goggles attached. "I wouldn't celebrate yet, Mr. Mayor, Red Hoods ain't finished yet." The mystery man was pointing his gun straight at the mayor. Guns aren't new to me, nor are gunshots, still, I can't help but grow a patch of anxiety in my stomach. Looking back to the stage a thin man in green grabs Mr. Cobbbblepot, words were thrown at each other, it ended with another gunshot. Awaiting blood and screams of agony, but they never came only lingering screams from the crowd I was engulfed in. I see Victor walk behind the confused hooded man and shoot him in the back and circle around him like a hunter with its prey. The redheaded woman next to me lightly places her hand on my forearm as the green-suited man speaks to the crowd."The mayor, Our mayor vowed that all of the Red Hoods would be destroyed, and now we have the real leader caught, red...handed." Finished he then steps down and unmasked the man, it seems the mayor knows him from what I could tell just by his body language and anger.

"After all, I've done for you, I gave you a job!"

"I gave you everything! I use to be someone in the town, then you and the sniveling little son of a-' the man named butch was quickly given a slap by Mr. Cobblepot, " Shut up."

Speaking to the crowd once more Mr. Cobblepot announces, " I am shocked, and grieved, one of my dearests friends has betrayed me, but let it be known the Oswald Cobblepot will prosecute anyone who threatens Gotham!" "Hear, Hear!" The blonde says as she raised a bottle of champagne. I and the crowd cheered and clapped for the mayor. "Upsy-daisy" I hear Victor say as he lifts butch from the floor, relaxing a bit hoping that nothing else was going to happen, but, this is Gotham. A tan woman and an older white man slide across the floor. Butch hits Victor's hands which made him drop his gun and proceeds to throw him over the bar. I sharply gasp at the scene and ghostly make my way over to him. "Vic!" My worried voice reached his ears, he looked at me smiling, " all good sweetness, you know I've had worse." Sharing a chuckle I quickly give him a hand from the other side of the bar. "You still love the dramatics." Standing up Victor gives me a smirk, "of course darling.". My attention was taken away from Victor by the sound of a bottle breaking.

A large sigh leaves me as I plop myself on the couch spreading both arms and legs, my feet aching and my face was on fire from the cocktails I had. Victor kneels before me and helps me take off my shoes, I let out a giggle " what a gentleman " he gets up and kisses my forehead. " Only for you darling." I let out a small scream as Victor lifts me in his arms and makes his way to our bedroom. Landing on the bed we share a kiss, "do you think if I offer would the mayor give me a job?" Victor gives me a confused look "what about the flower shop?" " Mr.Falcone said to use that shop for stress relief, I'm not stressed at the moment, and what happens tonight made me want to start writing again." "Who could say no to you?" I smile at his words and give him a heated kiss. We shared kiss after kiss we end the night with each other falling asleep in each other arms.

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To Be Continued...➡

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The Mandalorian (Din Djarin x Female!Reader)

Chapter 10: The Passenger

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"I still can't believe you did that." Din said to (y/n) as they shoot across the Tatooine desert on the speeder. The Child, hitched onto the side in his little tan pouch, squints as sand particles fly into his face. "Like I said, I didn’t have time to explain. It was a quick decision." (Y/n) explained and Din sighs. "I know...it just...it scared me when I saw that creature...." he stops and (y/n) frowns then places her hand on his shoulder. "Hey, I'm still here. That's all that matters." She said as he looks over his shoulder at her.

"I also didn't know you had your helmet." He said and (y/n) looks down. "I-I couldn't part with it. But...that was the first time I've put it on since..." she stops and looks away. Din doesn't reply and turns his head forward while (y/n) leans her head against his shoulder.

Meanwhile, close by, a Nikto is hammering a metal spike into some rock. He turns and looks over his shoulder, alert. Another of his accomplices - a human - looks up as well. The Nikto hears the roaring of the hunter’s speeder, approaching the rock gully where he and his accomplices are laying out their trap, and looks back down, continuing to hammer in the spike.

The old Mandalorian helmet that was given to Din and (y/n) by Cobb Vanth bounces slightly on the side of their speeder, as they approach the rock gully. Din accelerates even more, going quite fast now.

The Nikto and his accomplices loop a rope around the metal spike, and bury the rest of the rope in the sand. A metal rod is cranked down. The hunters are nearly upon them now, and just before they pass them, the human pulls up the rope, causing it to block the hunters' path. They fly off of the speeder, the Child and the damaged Mandalorian helmet of Vanth’s rolling onto the ground.

Quickly activating their jetpacks, Din and (y/n) stumble and land, as the speeder blows up, utterly destroyed. The bounty hunters reveal themselves and begin shooting Din in his beskar armor while (y/n) dodges the shots. The Child sits helpless in the sand. 

"Get the Child!" The human hunter orders and a small alien with a metallic-looking face, speaks something in his alien language and nods, as the Nikto and human approach Din and (y/n), shooting them. Another burly human comes from the rocks behind the hunters and runs towards them with a metal rod.

The small alien draws his small gun, and just before the burly human is able to hit Din’s pistol out of his hand, (y/n) shoots the small alien, blowing him back, but not hurting him too badly. The burly human swings at Din, hitting the rock as he dodges the vicious attacks.

The small alien gets up and limps behind some short rocks, pulling open the case to a much larger gun - seemingly a rifle of some sort. Din, (y/n) and the burly human continue to brawl, but Din slices him in the neck and chest area, incapacitating him. Very quickly, the other human and the Nikto approach them.

The small alien comes out of the rocks with the large gun, as Din and (y/n) tussles with the other two. The small alien activates the rifle and points it at the four tussling people, and Din grapples out the hook on his wrist, pulling the rifle out of the small alien’s hands and towards him. It slams into the heads of the two larger attackers, knocking them out, and to the sandy ground, as Din and (y/n) ducks.

They stumble forward then they look to see that the small alien has the Child in his arms, holding a knife to him. "Wait! Don’t hurt the Child. If you put one mark on him, there’s no place you will be able to hide from us. We can strike a bargain. There’s a lot of value in this wreckage. Take your pick." Din said as (y/n) senses that the Child was beyond terrified.

The Child coos, as the small alien looks around and contemplates this. The alien looks over and notices the Mandalorian helmet lying in the sand. "But leave the Child." Din tells him. The small alien gestures upwards, pointing his knife to Din and saying something in his odd alien dialect. He gestures for Din to put something on the ground. Din grabs his jetpack and pulls it off his back. 

"Okay. Here. It’s yours." Din said and the alien slowly and cautiously sets the jetpack on the ground, stepping back. "Take it." Din said and the small alien points his knife towards Din and (y/n), gesturing for them to back up more. "It’s okay." Din said as (y/n) gives him a confused look. He looks over at her and nods and she backs up with him.

The small alien finally sets the Child down next to the jetpack, and picks the large metal device up, saying something to the hunters in his alien language, and quickly running off into the desert with the jetpack. The Child runs to Din and (y/n), whimpering, and (y/n) goes down and picks him up, nestling him in her arms. 

"You okay?" She asked him as Din comes up next to her to look the Child over. The Child coos in what is seemingly some sort of a response. Din turns back to the small alien running away with his jetpack, and clicks some buttons on his wrist panel.

The jetpack activates and shoots up, with the alien screaming out in surprise. He clicks the buttons a few more times, and the alien eventually falls from a great height into the sand, dead. A cloud of sand puffs up from the impact of his body. The Child slowly turns his head and looks up at the two hunters, snorting. They shrug their shoulders and turn their heads, Din pressing a few more things on his wrist panel.

The jetpack slowly lowers itself out of the sky and lands in the sand, falling over onto its back with a clunk. The hunters avert their eyes from the jetpack and look up towards the wreckages of the speeder. 

Sometime later, Din and (y/n) began travelling in the Tatooine desert, carrying a large pack on their backs, holding up their rifle with both hands as multiple bags and different things hang off of it. They walk along a ridge, and look towards Mos Eisley Spaceport on the horizon.

That night, walking through the streets of Mos Eisley, the Child, nestled in his pouch on the side of (y/n), chirps and coos, as strange aliens and vagabonds walk around them, and ships take off into the night sky from hangars across the city.

The two hunters pass two Jawas arguing over a metal tube and enters the Mos Eisley Cantina. As denizens chatter, they walk to a booth at the back where Peli Motto is playing Sabacc with an insectoid creature. Din and (y/n) approach the booth and stops, Motto still focused on the game.

"I don’t know. Looks like someone’s gonna be goin’ home empty-handed." She said. The creature and Motto both stop and look over at Din and (y/n), and Motto notices the old Mandalorian helmet hanging from Din's traveling pack. "You finally found a Mandalorian and you killed him?" she asked. "He wasn’t Mandalorian. We bought this armor off of him, though." (y/n) explains.

"What’d that set you back?" Peli asked. "Killed the Krayt Dragon for him." Din replied. "Oh. Is that all?" she asked a bit, shocked. "He was our last lead on finding other Mandalorians." Din said and the insectoid creature begins speaking to Peli in his alien language, to which she nods her head. She turns to the hunters.

"Okay. Well, you might be in luck. Dr. Mandible here says he can connect you with someone who can help you, if you cover his call this round. It’s what he said." Peli said. "What’s the bet?" (y/n) asked her. "Five hundred." Peli said. "That’s a high-stakes game." Din said.

"Hey, he’s on a hot streak." Peli replied and the Child coos, as Dr. Mandible says something else in his language. Din and (y/n) sigh and grabbed some credits and throwing them on the table. "Is the pot right?" Peli asked. Dr. Mandible says something in his language, and Peli reveals her cards on the table - an Idiot’s Array. 

"Ha! Idiot’s Array! Pay up, thorax!" She exclaims and Dr. Mandible speaks in his alien language, as Peli takes her winnings. "I thought you said he was on a hot streak?" (y/n) asked her. "Oh. Stop your cryin’. You’ll rust." Peli said then Dr. Mandible says something else to Peli, which she translates for the hunters.

"All right. He says the contact will rendezvous at the hangar." She tells them then Dr. Mandible says something else. "They’ll tell you where to find some Mandalorians. That’s what you wanted, right? All right, well, stop your mopin’. More importantly, did you bring back any of that dragon meat? Better not have any maggots on it. I don’t like maggots." She said and (y/n) rolls her eyes at this. As Din, (y/n) and Peli walk away, followed by R5-D4, Dr. Mandible shakes his head at Peli’s comment.

The Child watches the chunk of Krayt Dragon meat being cooked. The chunk of meat was being heated intensely by a podracer engine in Peli’s hangar, dripping of juices, and it is held up by a Treadwell droid. The Child coos in excitement as he watches it cook. Din, (y/n) and Pit Droids watch, as Peli Motto walks through the door, causing the Treadwell droid’s head to turn. 

"Hey, don’t overcook it, Treadwell! I like it medium rare! I’m not some Rodian, for crying out loud." She sighs, turning and addresses Din and (y/n), as a Gonk droid meanders around behind them. "All right, here’s the deal. A Mandalorian covert is close. It’s in this sector, one system trailing." she explains.

"Are they the ones that left Nevarro?" Din asked her. "Don’t know. All I know is that the contact will lead you to them." Peli said. "How much will it cost us?" (y/n) asked. "Well, that’s the great news. It’s free. Aside from a finder’s fee, of course." Peli said.

"What’s the not-great news?" Din asked her. "Nothing. It’s all great." Peli said. "Okay." the two hunters said and they turn to leave, before Peli speaks up again. "However, there is one small skank in the scud pie." she said and they turn back to her. "Which is?" they asked, in unison. "The contact wants passage to the system." Peli replied.

"Do you vouch for them?" (Y/n) asked. "On my life." she said. "Fine." Din said and they again turn to leave, but Peli begins talking once more. "And...no hyperdrive." she said and they turn back to her again. "You want us to travel sublight? Deal’s off." Din said. "It’s one sector over." Peli exclaims.

"Moving fast is the only thing keeping us safe." (Y/n) tells her. "These are mitigating circumstances." Peli said. "What do you mean mitigating?" Din asked her. Peli turns around, as a Frog Lady walks through the door to the hangar, croaking a bit. She is holding a pack on her back, which is a tank of many orange eggs. She croaks as she walks over to the three having a conversation.

Din puts his hands on his hips. "We're not a taxi service." he said, firmly. "I know, I know, I hear you. But I can vouch for her." she said as the Frog Lady comes up and stands next to Peli, speaking in her Frog language. The Child looks curiously at the eggs on her back in the blue tank. 

"What’s the cargo?" (Y/n) asked. Peli asks the Frog Lady in her native language, to which the Frog Lady responds. Peli then translates for the hunters. "It’s her spawn. She needs her eggs fertilized by the equinox or her line will end. If you jump into hyperspace, they’ll die. She said her husband has settled on the estuary moon of Trask in the system of the gas giant Kol Iben." she said.

"She said all that?" Din asked her. "I paraphrased." Peli said. "Is she sure there are Mandalorians there?" (y/n) asked then Peli asks the Frog Lady, who responds in her language, and then turns back to the hunters. "She said her husband has seen them." she said.

As the Frog Lady speaks in her language a bit more, the Child stares intently at the egg pack mounted on her back, cooing curiously. The Frog Lady turns and walks towards the Razor Crest, croaking a bit more. "Do you know the husband?" Din asked Peli. "No. I just met her ten minutes before you walked in." Peli said as a Pit Droid walks up to Peli with a plate of Krayt Dragon meat. 

"I thought you said you vouched for her on your life." (Y/n) said, raising an eyebrow at Peli. Peli grabs a piece of the meat off the plate and takes a large bite, chomping into it. "What can I say? I’m an excellent judge of character." she said then the two hunters exchange a look.

Later, the Razor Crest flies through space, away from Tatooine. Din adjusts a few things in the cockpit of the ship before e addresses the Frog Lady. "Now, I’m gonna ask you to stay strapped in whenever you’re seated. Traveling sublight is a bit dicey these days. Whether it’s pirates or warlords, someone either ends up with a nice chunk of change, or your ship." he said and the Frog Lady says something in her language. 

"We don’t speak whatever language that is. You speak...Huttese?" (Y/n) said then she says something in Huttese then to havaka, but the Frog Lady continues to stare at them, seemingly clueless.

Din and (y/n) turn away from her and Din flicks a switch, sighing. The Child peeking around a corner of the interior of the ship, looking towards the canister of eggs sitting on the floor. He coos as he walks slowly towards it, going up to it and looking into it, pressing his face and hands up against the glass.

He quickly turns around to see if anyone is nearby, looking at the ladder up to the cockpit, and once he sees that no one is there, he turns back to the eggs, cooing as he puts his right hand on the glass, pulling the eggs around with the force closer to him.

In the cockpit, Din’s data pad shows the course, setting it on auto-pilot. Din then flicks a few more switches. "So, I’m gonna hit the rack. I’ve set the nav for our course. It’s gonna take a while. I recommend you get some rest." Din said as he gets up and (y/n) gets up as well.

They walk out of the cockpit, the shiny grey door sliding open for them. The Frog Lady looks up to them as they exit, and then turns her head when they leave, croaking. Din swiftly slides down the ladder, and into the bottom part of the ship then he waits for (y/n) as she comes down. He holds up a hand to help her and she lands down. He opens the sleeping rack to see that the Child is not there. 

"Kid?" He asked as the two look around. Slurping is heard as they turn around to find the Child with the egg container, the lid open. The Child is lifting an egg out of the gooey liquid. The hunters quickly run towards him. "No, no, no, no, no!" they said but the Child slurps the egg down before the hunters can do anything about it. Din quickly flips the lid closed while (y/n) picks the Child up and facing her. 

"That is not food. Don’t do that again." She scowls then the Child burps. Din and (y/n) turns to go over to the sleeping rack. "Nap time." (Y/n) said as she sets the Child in the small hammock-like pouch at the top of the rack, and the Child coos. Din gestures for (y/n) to get in and she crawls in underneath the Child and Din follows her and lays next to her. The two hunters fall asleep as the door closes behind them.

Suddenly, beeping is heard, and the hunters crawl out of their sleeping quarters. They swiftly climb the ladder up to the cockpit, as some red lights flash around them. The door to the cockpit opens and they walk through, swiftly pushing their chairs around so they can easily sit in it, and sitting down.

The Frog Lady is sleeping in the other passenger seat. Din flicks a comm on, and the voice of an X-Wing pilot comes through it. "Razor Crest, M-One Eleven. Come in, Razor Crest. Do you copy?" Captain Teva asked as they look out the window and see two X-Wings flying up to the ship, cruising along with it, one on each side.

As the Frog Lady lightly snores in the background, Din hesitantly speaks to the pilot. "This is Razor Crest. Is there a problem?" he asked. "We noticed your transponder is not emitting." Teva replied. "Yes, I’m pre-Empire surplus. I’m not required to run a beacon." Din informed. "That was before. This sector is under New Republic jurisdiction. All craft are required to run a beacon." Teva tells him.

"Thank you for letting me know. I’ll get right on it." Din said. "Not a problem. Safe travels." Teva said. "May the Force be with you." Din said. "And also with you." Teva  said and (y/n) let's out a sigh of relief then reaches out for Din’s hand and holds it.

He holds it as well and runs his thumb over the back of her hand until the pilot speaks again. "Just one more thing." Teva said and the grip on her hand was tightened. "Yes?" Din asked. "I’m gonna need you to send us a ping. We’re out here sweeping for Imperial holdouts." Teva said.

"I’ll let you know if I see any." Din tells the pilot. "I’m still gonna need you to send us that ping." Teva said. "Well, I’m not sure I have that hardware online." Din said. "We can wait." Teva said and (y/n) could tell that Din was ccontemplating on what to do. 

"Yeah...I...I...doesn’t seem to be, uh, working." Din tells him. "That’s too bad. If we can’t confirm you’re not Imperial, you’re gonna have to follow us to the outpost at Adelphi. They’ll run your tabs." Teva said and (y/n) gives Din a worried look.

"Oh, wait. There it is. Transmitting now." Din said and he flips the auto-pilot switch off, and the Frog Lady wakes up with a start, croaking loudly. "Be quiet!" (y/n) whispers to her as she turns to her.

"What’s that?" Teva asked. "Uh, nothing. The hypervac is drawing off the exhaust manifold." Din replied and the Frog Lady continues making some noise, prompting Din and (y/n) to turn their heads to her in annoyance.

The other X-Wing pilot’s voice soon comes through the comm as the Frog Lady ceases her noise-making. "Carson, can you switch over to channel two?" Trapper Wolf said. "Copy." Teva said and the two hunters look on as the two X-Wings set and lock their S-foils in attack position. 

"Was your craft in the proximity of New Republic Correctional Transport, Bothan-Five?" Teva asked and Din pauses for a moment, before he pulls his hand out of (y/n)'s hand and then hits the accelerator, zooming off away from the X-Wings.

The Frog Lady is abruptly startled, and begins screaming in fear. The two X-Wings quickly zoom after the Razor Crest, which flies swiftly down to the nearby ice and glacier planet of Maldo Kreis. The ship's just above the billowing clouds of the planet, pursued very quickly by the New Republic ships.

The Razor Crest’s cockpit is shaking about, and the Frog Lady croaks a bit with anxiety. "Razor Crest, stand down. We will fire. I repeat, we will fire." Teva warns as the Razor Crest continues to zoom around the clouds, evading them.

Suddenly, Din pulls sharply around another corner of clouds then flips the ship around, and turns the power off of the engines, so the ship begins falling. The Frog Lady begins to scream loudly, very frightened at what’s going on, as the ship falls straight down.

As the glacier-like surface of Maldo Kreis reveals itself, Din puts his ship back into gear and begins flying down into an ice canyon. The X-Wings still trail after them as they continue to fly throughout the perilous ice canyon, where jagged spikes of ice stick up everywhere. "Come on, Razor Crest, don’t make us do it." Teva said but Din doesn't listen.

He stays relentless, flying the Razor Crest around a bend and straight towards a narrow ice cavern on the side of a glacier. He grunts as he smashes the back end of his ship against the side of the glacier, zipping into the ice cavern. The two X-Wings pass him by, seemingly not noticing. Breathing heavily, Din attempts to navigate through the icy caves while (y/n) turns to the Frog Lady. "Hold on." She tells her.

The Frog Lady grunts and croaks loudly in response. Then Din smashes the sides of his ship up against some more glaciers, and the Razor Crest begins sliding uncontrollably along a large sheet of ice. It shoots up, and he activates its engines, however it hits the ice again, flying back under a small glacial overhang.

Din and (y/n) pant in relief as the ship stops, and settles down to a halt at last. The X-Wings pass by in the distance, not noticing them. The comm turned on, and Captain Carson Teva is speaking, however he is cutting out greatly. "I’ve lost visual. He’s got to be around here somewhere. You head north. We’ll cover more ground." Teva said while the Frog Lady begins gasping and groaning, as Din flicks a few switches off and on.

The Frog Lady gets out of her seat straps, but only just before the ice underneath the Razor Crest begins to crack and break. Before the hunters can do anything, the Razor Crest falls through the ice, the boxes and crates inside, including the canister of orange eggs, slide around and fall throughout the bulk of the ship.

The Frog Lady screams as they fall, and the Razor Crest quickly lands in a small ice cavern, on a patch of snow, with a large thud. Din and (y/n) are thrown forwards, up against the control consoles. The ship is clearly damaged - mostly covered in ice and snow, with electrical sparks going off on it. Shrouds of snow continue to fall from the recently-made hole, covering the ship.

Some time later, the two hunters are still knocked out at the control console, and flecks of ice and snow cover his beskar armor and her bruised and bloody head. Din wakes up and slowly sits up, grunting and groaning, then he looks over at (y/n) and panicked a bit when he sees a gash above her eyebrow. He places a hand on her shoulder and begins to shake her, lightly, until she starts to wake up.

"You okay?" He asked, concerned. She sits up then grunts in pain and places a hand on her head. "Never better." She groans and she pulls back a hand to see it was covered in blood. "Dank farrik." She growls as Din flicks a few switches in the cockpit, but to no avail.

The Frog Lady is groaning on the floor, shivering from the cold. (Y/n) quickly gets out of her seat and helps her up, as she is croaking at her in distress. "We’ll find your eggs, don’t worry." (y/n) assures her but the Frog Lady continues to whimper, nervously. "Gotta get you some blankets, keep you warm." Din said as he gets up too.

They walk through the sliding doors of the cockpit, and jump down the ladder. "You still good?" Din asked her. "Yeah, fine." (Y/n) said then they look over and see that a large hole has been broken through on the side of the ship, through which a draft of cold, icy air is blowing snow flecks into the main cargo area.

Electrical sparks emit around the bulk of the ship, and all of the crates of the hunter’s cargo have coats of ice and snow on them. The duo look at this in disbelief. "Damn it." Din grumbles and he turns around and opens the sleeping rack, to find the Child not there. 

"Where are you?" He mutters when they hear the Frog Lady croaking in distress from up in the cockpit. Din turns up to her and yells in response. "Hang on, we're looking for your eggs!

The hunters walk throughout the ship, carefully stepping over the crates and cargo. They push a few ropes aside when they hear an odd noise coming from beneath a thick piece of cloth. (Y/n) swiftly pulls it back, to reveal the Child, who has opened the egg canister again, and has one in his hand. The Child looks up to the hunters. "No! No...I told you not to do that." Din said as he swiftly picks up the canister, closing it, as he’s speaking.

He looks at the canister, as the Frog Lady is yelling down from the cockpit. (Y/n) turns her head to her general direction. "Found them!" she calls out then her and Din look back down to the Child again, who slurps up one of the eggs, and then stares back at his guardians. 

"How many did you eat?" (Y/n) asked. The Child gulps, swallowing the rest of the recently-eaten egg, and then burps. (Y/n) sighs and runs her hands over her eyes at this.

Later, Din and (y/n) worked on a few things in the hull of the ship while The Frog Lady is huddled under some blankets with her egg canister. "If you hadn’t guessed, we’re in a tight spot." Din tells her as she uses her tongue to eat something out of a metal canister. 

"The main power drive is not responding, and the hull has lost its integrity. I suspect the temperature will drop significantly when night falls." Din said while the Child, a small box of food in his hands, looks back up to the egg canister with longing. "I’ll have a better idea of our prospects at that time." Din said then he sits down and rests himself up against the wall of the ship, (y/n) sits next to him.

The Frog Lady turns to him, speaking in her own difficult to understand, language. She gestures to her eggs, trying to tell the hunters something, however they clearly cannot understand her. The two shake their heads lightly at her speaking. "We're sorry, lady. We don’t understand Frog. Whatever it is, it can wait until morning. I recommend you get some sleep." (y/n) said. 

Din crosses his arms and leans down, slumping up against the wall, as the Frog Lady whimpers and pulls her blanket off, looking at her eggs in worry. The Child crawls up to the hunters and climbs up in the spot between them to sleep as well. (Y/n) picks up a blanket next to her and put it over her, Din and the Child then leans her head against Din’s shoulder.

The Frog Lady covers her egg canister with the blanket, patting it protectively. She looks up to the disassembled droid, Q9-0, who is mounted on Din’s wall. The Frog Lady grunts and croaks a bit at it.

Sometime later, the two hunters were sound asleep when a robotic voice speaks up. "Wake up, Mandalorian." Din and (y/n) swiftly draw their guns towards the droid. "This cannot wait until morning. Do not be alarmed. I bypassed the droid’s security protocols and accessed its vocabulator." the droid said and they noticed that the Frog Lady is speaking through a small vocabulator device, which translates her language through Q9-0. 

"What the hell are you doing?" Din asked her as they slip their blaster back away in their holsters, pointing up to the Frog Lady. "That droid is a killer." Din tells her. "These eggs are the last brood of my life cycle. My husband has risked his life to carve out an existence for us on the only planet that is hospitable to our species. We fought too hard and suffered too much to resign ourselves to the extinction of our family line. I must demand that you and your friend hold true to the deal that you agreed to." she tells them as the Child looks on curiously. 

"Look, lady, the deal is off. We’re lucky if we get off this frozen tomb with our lives." Din tells her. "I thought honoring one’s word was a part of the Mandalorian code. I guess those are just stories for children." said the Frog Lady.

The Child looks up to the hunters, cooing. Din and (y/n) slowly glance down at him and then sigh. They look back over to the Frog Lady and get up, (y/n) lifting the Child off of her before she stands. Din swiftly grabs a toolbox, and leaves the ship to begin repairs. "This was not a part of the deal." he growls and he walks outside into the snowy atmosphere, the wind whistling and howling around him, as snow blows. Sparks emit from loose wires hanging down from his wrecked ship.

Din slowly walks around the damaged Razor Crest, examining the wreckage, (y/n) comes up behind him and looks over the wreckage with him. They slowly walk up to the fuel tank, noticing that it is leaking badly. The two look up and examine the rest of the ice cavern, continuing to walk around the ship.

Din begins welding something on the ship as (y/n) helps hold the part up. They look over to see the Child, standing on the icy, cold ground, speaking in his gibberish language. He is pointing to something. "How ‘bout you come over here, give us a hand? Make yourself useful." Din snaps and turns back to his broken ship, and continues to the weld on it.

The Child slowly lowers his hand, and sighs with a coo while (y/n) gives him a sympathetic look. He begins walking away to get their attention, and (y/n) gets up and follows the Child while Din ceases his welding and looks over as the Child and (y/n) leaves. "Hey, kid." (y/n) calls out to him as the Child continues to walk away, ignoring her, prompting Din to set his welding gun down, and quickly follow them around the ship. 

"Where are you going? Come back here!" (Y/n) calls out then the Child stopped at a small mound of snow, and the two hunters kneels down beside either side of him, the three looking towards a trail of the Frog Lady’s footprints through the snow, leading away from the ship. "When did she go?" Din asked the Child.

The Child responds in his odd language, and Din scans the footprints through the thermal scanner on his helmet, making it easier for him to see where they lead, which is in a large ice cave. (Y/n) picks the Child up and they begin following the footprints, walking slowly into and through the icy cave, where many sharp icicles hang down from the slick ceiling.

The trio look around nervously as they walk, and follow the footprints around another bend. Din turns the thermal scanner back on on his helmet, seeing them lead to a place where, behind an ice wall, more heat is coming from.

(Y/n) felt a tug on her neck and she looks down to see the Child grabbing onto her crystal necklace, his little claw wrapped around the crystal. (Y/n) smiles at him as they continue on. They quickly follow the footprints around to an ice cave, where the Frog Lady is wading in some hot springs, her eggs floating around her. 

"There you are." Din said as (y/n) sighs with relief. They quickly walk towards the edge of the pools, looking around and examining the rest of the small cave. "You can’t leave the ship. It’s not safe out here." (y/n) tells the Frog Lady.

The Frog Lady croaks, as (y/n) sets the Child down at the edge of the pool. The two hunters look into the blue water at the floating eggs and they kneel down to the edge of the largest pool as well. "Let’s gather these up." Din said to (y/n) and she nods. The Frog Lady begins croaking in anxiety as Din and (y/n) grabs her eggs and places them back into the blue canister. 

"We know it’s warm. But night’s coming fast, and we can’t protect you out here." Din tells her as they continues to gather up the eggs, and the Frog Lady speaks in her language yet again, croaking as she pushes an egg forward to help the hunters. They grab them, and the trio continue to work to get all of the eggs back into the canister, as the Child flits his right hand in the water near the eggs.

Din blocks him from grabbing them with his hand, sticking his finger out. "No. No!" Din said and the Child looks at him and whines, as Din resumes gathering the eggs.

The Child turns around and begins sniffing and cooing curiously, looking towards a large amount of blue eggs sticking out of the ground. He slowly walks over to them, as the duo and Frog Lady are still distracted by gathering the eggs.

The Child walks through the snow amongst the field of blue eggs, and approaches one, sniffing it, and soon pulling away at its soft shell. The shell is quickly pulled apart, and the child grabs a bluish-white ice spider out from inside, sticky strands of a yellow-brown substance coating it. He quickly crunches it down.

As the Child finishes off his ice spider, another blue ice spider eggs begins shaking and cracking open, small spiders climbing out of them. The Frog Lady pushes the last of her eggs towards Din and (y/n), which they load into the canister, but they are soon distracted by the cooing of the Child, who is running towards them through the field of hatching eggs.

They stand up to see the eggs hatching, and (y/n) quickly grabs the Child, as the Frog Lady croaks in nervousness. Din closes the egg canister, and hoists it onto his back with the strap attached to it. The Frog Lady continues to swiftly look around, gasping. She grabs her clothes with her tongue, which were sitting folded on the edge of the pool she was swimming in.

The two hunters look around as hundreds of small spiders crawl towards them, and the Frog Lady runs up next to them, now dressed in her clothes. They look up to a large cavern, where larger spiders crawl out from, including ones nearly half the size of Din and (y/n). A growl emits from the cavern, and an absolutely massive ice spider reveals itself.

It growls, and Din frantically gestures to the Frog Lady, who begins running, and quickly gets past them. "Go, go, go! Back to the ship!" Din shouts. He continues to look on, as the giant spider growls even louder, and begins advancing towards them, along with the other, smaller ones.

The spiders seem to crawl out from everywhere, as Din and (y/n) follow quickly behind the running Frog Lady. The giant spider, who is unable to fit through the ice tunnels that they are running through, nearly catches up with them before they reach the tunnels, growling viciously. It snaps at them, missing them, before crawling above the shiny ceilings of the tunnels, directly above them.

Its legs smash through the ceiling, as the smaller spiders follow closely behind the companions throughout the tunnels. Din and (y/n) begin blasting the ice spiders with their pistols, killing several of them, but still very few of the total number. The giant ice spider sticks its head through a hole in the ice caverns, and spids a web from its mouth, blocking off a possible exit for the hunters and Frog Lady.

They quickly run the other away, as Din and (y/n) continue to shoot the spiders. The Frog Lady, who is falling behind, looks back and croaks in fear. She begins leaping clumsily, like her species does in their natural environment, throughout the tunnels, slipping and sliding around, and quickly passing in front of the hunters.

One of the giant ice spider’s legs spears down from the ceiling, and the Frog Lady dodges it, and begins running on her feet again. Din prepares three detonators, and throws the charges on both sides of the icy walls and onto the ceiling. They blow up, causing the ceiling to shatter. The massive ice spider falls through with a large thud onto the ground, and Din looks to see that it is seemingly defeated.

Continuing to shoot spiders throughout the cavern, Din, (y/n) and the Frog Lady, who is still croaking greatly in nervousness, stop and Din ignites his flamethrower on his wrist. The icy walls lite up with orange, shimmering, flickering reflections.

The Frog Lady hops around a bend, followed closely by the two hunters. Although they were able to subdue the spiders, many still follow not too far behind them.

As they exit the cave, Din and (y/n) continues to shoot the spiders, and swiftly retreats to the ship. The Frog Lady hops into the entrance of the ship, and (y/n) hands the Child to her, whom she sets down. The Child runs off into the ship in fright. Din then hands the Frog Lady her canister of eggs, which she swiftly takes as well.

One medium-sized spider swiftly shoots a web at the hunters, sticking their blaster-holding arm to the side of the ship. A small spider jumps at them as Din and (y/n) struggles, and Din squishes it in his hand, green juices squeezing out of it, as he throws it on the ground to his side, hard.

The two hunters quickly untraps their hand, pulling it away from the side of the ship, and continue shooting the vicious ice spiders. The spiders pursue them into the ship, as they continue shooting them. They hurriedly climb up the ladder to the cockpit, shooting as many spiders who try to climb up after them as they can.

Unable to handle them, they back up into the cockpit, the doors sliding partially shut, however being held open by the ice spiders. Din and (y/n) continue shooting them as they pile up to get through.

The Child peeks around Din's leg, as several smaller spiders are able to get inside of the cockpit. One of the small spiders crawls onto the Child’s head, and he whimpers and screams, raising his arms up to get it off.

A blaster bolt quickly shoots it, destroying it, and then shoots another two ice spiders approaching the Child. The very small blaster was used by the Frog Lady, who is sitting with her eggs up against the main control console in the cockpit.

Din finally activates his flamethrower, and is able to burn enough ice spiders and hold the others off to get the doors of the cockpit closed. The Child looks up anxiously as he does this. Din begins panting, and he, (y/n) and the Frog Lady look at each other.

The ice spiders continue to crawl over the glass of the cockpit from the outside. Din sits in his pilot’s chair and begins flipping and pressing several different things and (y/n) gets into the passenger seat. "Strap yourselves in. This better work." Din tells them.

The Frog Lady croaks and holds her egg canister to her body tightly, as Din continues flipping things and pressing other things. The Child climbs to (y/n)'s lap. "I’ve got limited visibility. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride." Din said and the engines roar to life with his pull of a lever, and the Razor Crest slowly begins rising out of the ice and snow.

However, before it can take off adequately, the giant ice spider falls on top of it, revealing itself to still be alive. The ship crashes back down to the cold, slick surface of the cavern. The giant ice spider smashes its leg through the glass and into the cockpit twice. It peers through the glass, and pushes its mouth up against it, sticking it to the window and rubbing along it in an attempt to eat it, seemingly.

The Child looks up in fright.

As the giant ice spider is suddenly about to strike down again, a few red blaster bolts from outside shoot it in the head, and it falls off of the ship. Din, (y/n) and the Child look around in surprise, as more blaster fire emits outside, and Din and (y/n) wheel their chair around, standing up and walking out of the cockpit. (Y/n) sets the Child down, and they arm themselves with their blaster as the doors slide open.

Closing the cockpit doors so the other will be safe, they advance on, as the Frog Lady nervously looks up through the window.

Din pushes and pulls a lot of webbing away as he and (y/n) walk slowly through the hull of the ship. A small ice spider is crawling off to the side, which (y/n) quickly shoots. They slowly approach the side exit to the ship and walks outside.

Many ice spiders are being shot off the side of the ship by the two X-Wing pilots, who have landed and are using their rifles, their cockpits open, and their headlights glaring brightly. They’re able to kill the rest of the spiders, and they quickly cease their shooting, lowering their guns, as Din and (y/n) walk towards them reluctantly. 

"We ran the tabs on the Razor Crest." Teva said and the two hunters slowly lower their pistols as well. "You two have an arrest warrant, for the abduction of prisoner X-Six-Nine-Eleven. However, onboard security records show that you two apprehended three priority culprits from the Wanted Register. Security records also show that you put your own life in harm’s way to try to protect that of Lieutenant Davan from the New Republic Correctional Corps. Is this true?" Teva asked.

"Are we under arrest?" (Y/n) asked them. "Technically, you should be. But these are trying times." Teva said. "What say we forego the bounties on these three criminals, and you two help us fuse my hull so we can get off this frozen rock?" Din asked. Trapper Wolf smirks at this, and Captain Teva looks a bit annoyed. 

"What say you fix that transponder, and we don’t vaporize that antique the next time we patrol the Rim?" Teva said and the two pilots look at each other, and begin climbing back into their cockpits, which close.

As Din and (y/n) look on, the two X-Wings slowly lift up and take off, out of the ice caverns, through a hole at the top. The two hunters turn back around to the ship, as the red light from their tail lights fades from reflecting on Din's helmet and other beskar armor. They walk back into his ship and addresses the Frog Lady and the Child, who are now down in the hull themselves. 

"All right. (Y/n) and I are gonna repair the cockpit enough for us to limp to Trask. There’s nothing we can do about the main hull’s integrity, so we’re gonna have to get cozy in the cockpit. It’s the only thing I can pressurize. If you need to use the privy, do it now. It’s gonna be a long ride." Din said.

After fixing up the ship, Din and (y/n) walk into the cockpit, (y/n) holds the Child in her arms. The two hunters sit down in their chair. "Okay, repair’s all done. Let’s see if we can get this thing going once and for all." Din said and he begins flipping, pressing, and pushing various things in the cockpit. He pulls a lever to start up the engine, which works perfectly.

The Razor Crest slowly rises out of the ice canyon, the large legs of the giant ice spiders sliding off of the cockpit. The Frog Lady squeals.

Hitting a few ice walls along the way, the Razor Crest successfully rises fully out of the cavernous ice caves, and flies away from Maldo Kreis, out of the atmosphere, limping along throughout space. Din flicks a few more things before he turns to the Frog Lady. "Wake me up if someone shoots at us. Or that door gets sucked off its rails." he said and the Frog Lady says something in her own language. 

"He's kidding. If that happened, we’d all be dead." (Y/n) assures her then they turn forward. "Sweet dreams." Din said and crosses his arms and lays his head back against the seat, as the Frog Lady croaks a little bit more. (y/n) leans back in her seat and closes her eyes, the Child sitting on her lap.

The Child turns to look at the Frog Lady and the canister of her eggs, grunting. The Frog Lady says something else in Frog, and holds the canister closer to her, protectively. The Child turns back towards the window out of the damaged cockpit, and coos, lifting an egg up and slurping it down, revealing that he somehow had already somehow gotten one.

The quite damaged Razor Crest continues to float through space, slowly limping its way along, as the engines sputter indefinitely.

@that-one-spn-girl @avatarkanemi @reiya-djarin

#fandom #fanfic #fan fiction #reader insert #x reader #the mandalorian x you #mandalorian x you #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x y/n #the mandalorian #mando fic #mando x you #mando x y/n #din djarin x y/n #din djarin x reader #din djarin x female reader #din djarin #star wars

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🦊 renjun’s part of the “life is still going on” mini timestamp series

[1:14 pm] "an 87? it would've been fine from any other student but from you? i expected more. who knows? if you get too comfortable getting an 87, you may get an 86, then an 85 and so on," your teacher took off her glasses and rubbed her temples in frustration,"i want a 98 above the next time. am i understood?"

"yes ma'am," you feebly responded.

"good," she shot a smile that was devoid of anything a real smile consisted of,"you may leave."

you let out a small sigh, not really wanting to make yourself any sadder. you stepped out of the wretched compound, phone in hand to see your schedule for the day when you felt a tap on your shoulder to be greeted by a grinning renjun. the way his eyes twinkled and the way the corners of his lips turned threw every bad happenings out a window.

"i got you your favourite drink," he took your free hand and put the drink in it. it was all routine but somehow you could never get tired of this part of the day.

"i saw you coming out of the teachers' office," he poked a hole in his drink as he started following your pace.

"yeah, i was just discussing my marks with miss zhou. i didn't do well in the latest exam and had quite a drop in my marks," you opened your drink as you both navigated through the uncrowded path, fleeing from the noisy and dense streets.

"well, how much did you get?"

"uhm, an 87," you avoided his gaze and feigned ignorance to the look he was giving you which prompted him to harmlessly throw his arm over your neck and hold you in a light chokehold.

"hey!" he shouted,"what did i tell you?"

"you're no boss of me! you can't tell me what to do!" you laughed as he did the same, immediately switching to hugging you instead. a laugh of adoration leaving his lips one last time before letting go.

"fine," you readjusted your bag,"today's marks are..." renjun looked at you expectedly,"oka—" you studied his knitted eyebrows,"—good. they were good," you finished as he nodded his head at your words.

"good,” stressing the word,"whenever i think about the expectations put on you, i just” he had his hands on his head, letting out a loud scoff, in pure disbelief just at the thought of the comments thrown at you.

"and haechan unfortunately ends up dealing with the consequences,” you pointed out about poor haechan to which he defended himself by saying he gets what he deserves given the amount of times he’s provoked him first and it ultimately ends up in roars of laughter. then a comfortable silence fell for some time as it usually does everyday.

"you do know that whatever marks you get, it's all good, right?" renjun spoke up, sneakily intertwining your fingers.

"you remind me everyday, how could i not?"

"it's a shame i can't really do anything about your whole situation. i wish there was a solution to this,” he looked at you solemnly.

"sometimes there's really no way out," you spoke,"but it's quite bearable knowing you’re here,” you squeezed his hand,“and your poor excuse of an elbow drop you use to threaten people with.”

“HEY! it worked on jisung,” you snickered at his response. coming to terms with the absence of a quick solution to your problem isn’t the easiest but having a person like renjun truly makes waiting for the solution worth it.

#high expectations are so tricky : / it’s not smth like “don’t listen to others” can fix since it could have severe repercussions #esp from one’s own parental figures >:( i can suggest positive self talk! ppl talk u down so try to lift urself up or come to me #omg i’m willing to give positive affirmations to anyone who needs it lolll #renjun #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #huang renjun

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"horror movie but the protagonist smooches the monster and everything is okay :)"

Run as fast, as you can. Do not stop, do not pause for breath, it can appear at any second, and get you. It's so damn dark, the walls of the hotel are the only thing you can hold onto to comprehend where you're going. You just wanted to have fun at a party with your friends, why did the power have to shut off, why did you volunteer to check what was going on, and look for help, why did you stop when you heard its roaring, why did you have to watch that... Thing... Stumble out of one of the apartments? You barely saw anything but bloodied limbs and fangs, as well as two dots darting around, possibly in search of prey.

Don't even think of turning back now. You've seen what happened to the guy that slammed the door on the opposite end of the hallway open, you've seen him shooting at it. You've seen the creature pounce him, you've seen it raise a clawed hand, before your legs instinctively started moving on their own, dragging you away from the scene. Despite being unable to look away, you didn't really see what actually happened. There was another shot, and the creature let out a deafening roar. Then the man below it screamed, and fell dead silent. That's when you stopped walking, and began to run up the stairs to the floor where you think everyone else was.

When you came to look for help, did you go up or down?

Within seconds, you heard loud stomping in the distance, making the steps below you rattle. That thing was big. You had to hold onto the railing, trying not to collapse, as its weight and the darkness all worked against you, making you miss some steps, trip, you almost hit your head against the railing, trying to get up. You heard it approach, and then you remembered you had a flashlight. Pulling it out of your pocket, you shone a ray of light into the thing's eyes, causing it to let out a strange yelp. There it was, six feet away, jaw hanging just lower than humanly possible, dark red coating its claws and mouth, bite and claw marks on the areas of skin seen rarely between its torn clothes, like rather than ripping people open, it was hurting itself for some reason, something streaming down it's face and upper lip. A part of you couldn't help but wonder for a hot second. Was this creature a human once too?

It covered its face, trying to back away from the unpleasant sudden light source, and let out another screech, tumbling down the stairs. Go. Don't listen to the gurgling noises, don't try to decipher words our of its growls, don't be a fool. You need to warn others, make sure everyone locks their doors, and barricades away, call for help, go, go, go! Most doors on your way were locked anyway, you chose not to bang on them, in case some unfortunate Soul would open it too late, and the creature would be right in the doorway. At least get back to the apartment with the gang, they have some sort of way to-

Wrong floor. You should have ran down. This is the rooftop. The warm wind of an early Autumn washes over over you, you didn't even consider that slamming this door open would have led you here. Shit. You quickly close it, and look around for a way out. You can't jump off, there's at least twelve floors in this building. The nearest roof you could jump over to was so much lower your legs would snap like twigs. Probably would make it easier for that thing to catch you. You hear it battering the door. There has to be a way out. Maybe lead it over to the edge, maybe shine a light in its face again? You frantically search your pockets. No. No, you didn't drop it, you couldn't have- No. Nononononono, dear God, please no.

You shut your eyes, hearing the door fly open and slam on the ground. This is it. It approaches... Carefully. It must be playing with its food. It must want to prolong your suffering, like you prolonged the chase. You pray that this thing makes it quick. And then you hear it whimper. Its stomping turns into steps. Quiet and soft, as if it's trying not to scare you away. Like you've got anywhere to run. You feel heavy breathing on your face, a distinct smell of human blood from its teeth. Without any other option, you turn your head to face down, so that even if it forces your eyes open, you won't have to watch its face.

- Please make it quick, - Your voice sounds much more wet than you expected. Of course you'd be crying. You're gonna die. It lets out a much quieter growl. Sounds almost like an apology. It takes a step back. Is it preparing to pounce on you too? You peel one of your eyes open, and notice a hole in its hand, as if a bullet went through it, while it tried shielding itself. It stands still. Gathering your courage, you look up, and see its face again. There is something that was once distinctly human about it in the Moon's light. Its eyes are not hungry, or enraged, no, it... They... They look as horrified as you are. He seems lost.

* * *

It hurts. What's going on? Is this the punishment? You feel like something grabbed at every muscle in your body, and tried stretching it far beyond its limits, it hurts so bad. Something grows inside you, you feel like someone rowed your mouth with knives, they poke your tongue, you grab at your own head, trying to subdue the ache within. There is something moving in your flesh, like a hunch of snakes slithered in there, you see your own skin bubble up and want to tear out whatever is in there. You claw at your own arms, throat, chest and legs, ripping away pieces of yourself, hurting yourself, hoping that whatever is happening to you stops. You scream so much your throat feels like someone shoved a blender in your mouth, your own blood, tears and snot born from crying from pain mix into a taste you never wanted to know. You can barely hear what you sound like.

You stumble out, hoping to find someone in the building who could call for an ambulance, even during this blackout. A door opened. Help? Help, finally! A gunshot rings in your ears, as a bullet cuts through your shoulder. The man that shot you aims for you again. Without thinking, you jump farther than you knew you could, and try to hold him down, you swing to knock the gun out of his hand, but barely cover up your face with it as another bullet meets your palm. This is getting annoying. When you finally look into the guy's eyes, he stares at you for a second, and yells so loudly your sight falls dark. And then he's out. Do you really look that bad...? You hear footsteps. Someone else is here. They need to listen, they have to help you too, they must, please, you are in so much pain, you don't know what's happening, please, wait!

* * *

He must have seen his reflection in your glasses. Did he not know what he looked like? Was this form new and unfamiliar to him? Was he a bloodthirsty monster or an unfortunate person? Are you sure you want to help him? You reach out, and he carefully, terrified of hurting another stranger, takes your hand, yours almost slipping out of his, now soaked in his blood too. You try not to think about it.

- Can you speak?, - He lets out a groan, which doesn't sound too close to English, - ... That's alright. We'll figure something out, - He grimaces. Or, maybe, that's just how he smiles.

Waga baba bobo.

- Evil Anon.

… the jailor has decided to execute you

god this is so fucking GOOD i know i say it every time but this is HIGH QUALITY CONTENT got DAMB!!!

also… my take on (somewhat) communicating with The Beast :)

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[we-dragons]

I'm from a different dimension actually Chapter 6 Damian x reader

Professor X sat in his wheelchair glancing around the room he hums his eyes pouring over all that there was finally landing on Robin. He gives me a look gesturing over at him.

"He informed me about The Crows sir, apparently they have gone under the radar, they've killed three people and the system didn't go off. At first, I thought we still had time, I treated a wound he had it he had come in contact with one and fought it. You know like how Wolverine did, I treated the cut and it's gone, but I was sure they were still in the dream state. But he got injured saving those left how survived probably not far from here, but the fact we didn't even receive the ring can only mean...they've returned under complete control again."

Concern fills the face of professor X, he turns to Robin, who shifts uncomfortably by the entrance of my kitchen. "Who are you then?"

"Robin."

The professor nods not even turning from his spot, he looks over Robin as if completing an inspection.

"How much does this Robin Know Dreki, about you, and The Crows?"

"I told him about the Jal-sein, the old race before the collective mind sharing, and he knows about my box of scales." Professor sighs.

"How did you meet him."

"When he broke through my window last week, infected."

"You gave him some scales to purge poison."

"Yes sir."

"Very good," He moves back to his original spot in the middle of the room. "You have been permitted to stop them at all costs if you must. Your uncle will be here soon to help you kill whatever has brought them back, in the meantime try not to use the stones. We don't want to attract more trouble than what has already been done."

"You're allowing me to put my powers to use?"

"As long as you don't wear it out, vibranium is not easy to turn into clothing."

"What a minute!" Robin's voice carried out through the room. "Just what's going on?"

"Robin," Professor X starts. "your world is being invaded by the Crow so that you become one of the many planets they have drained of life. And to do it they need a vessel that can contain the leader of the Jal-sein, Hok'mor." Professor X looks at him, his use

"And?" Robin says his face remaining unreadable

"I was the vessel, I escaped, destroyed the flagship and the army they had." I shiver moving out from my room to the box still lying on the kitchen table. "They were after the life of my home, so then I became a weapon for my planet." I pull out a bag of coins from the box.

"And what do you intend to do now (Y/N), destroy them yourself." Robin stands in the entryway, professor X stands behind him.

"Yes," I turn to him a chakram and the bag of coins in hand. "so unless you know how to obliterate a bird in 15 seconds or less you need to forget this ever happened and never come back."

"So, why tell me any of this, why tell me about anything why expose yourself?"

"So you can tell your family and friends and hopefully, just maybe you can survive. Because knowing them keeps them out of your head, but too much knowing allows them to enter." I pick up Nightmare, he crawls up to my shoulder and I head out of the kitchen, Robin makes room for me but just barely. I open my closet and pull out the last thing I have, two letters one written in my mother's signature ink and the other in my own handwriting, I hold them out to the professor.

"You know there is nowhere left for me to run professor if I end out getting caught...I just want him to have this. In my letter, papers are containing the custody terms for my brother to Uncle. I just need you to grab them to complete the transfer." Professor X slowly takes the letters where they rematerialize on his side.

"Good-bye Dreki, I will see that these get to your Brother."

Professor fades out of the com, and it clicks turning off, I pick it off the floor and slip it into the pocket of my sweatpants. I pulled out the chakram ready to leave a mark on my hand, I only needed a little bit of blood to completely transform when Robin coughs gaining my attention. He leans against the wall to the left of me now glaring at my form, Nightmare growls at the boy from the corner of my eye I see his fangs getting slightly bigger.

"Are you making it a habit to ignore me while I'm here?"

"No, But I do need you to leave, you can't stay here anymore." I begin to push him out the door in the kitchen, he slaps my hands away confusion leaving his face replacing it's with anger. He open's his mouth and I put a magic orange circle on his head.

"You Robin son of batman, found this information interrogating one of the monsters. It spoke in a language that was foreign but somehow understood all of it. You have made no such connection to the girl Y/N M/N, you did not see a man from another dimension, you came back to thank her for her help you had some tea and you were just leaving." I flick my hand and the circle vanishes, his head lowers for a moment as the information in his head readjusts. He moves to the balcony edge turning to face me the scowl returned to his face.

"Thank you for the tea." he pulls out a grappling hook and leaves without another word. I sigh moving to the same device I used to contact the professor. Picking it up I hold it to my mouth.

"Find me the closest thing to a sorcerer supreme, name and whereabouts contact them when you get there."

I toss it back onto the floor and it roars to life to give me a purple image of the earth and orange magic circles to tracking and moving. I move to my couch and fall asleep waiting for this day to take me.

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I wake the next day with the globe still searching for my request I sigh and get ready for work. I thank god that it's just the coffee shop below me, I work on the weekends mostly unless they need an extra member of staff then it's just me and the older lady and her husband. They both owned the building and the shop they helped me get the apartment set up and showed me how to work the coffee machines. I don't really drink coffee though after seeing what a raving maniac my dad became without it, also it was just so bitter no matter how much sugar I put into it. I partially blame my heightened scenes that came with my abilities, so I got free white hot chocolates and any extra flavors I wanted as long as I did my job and chatted with them for a while.

I asked them personally to stay away while I was sick, so they wouldn't be affected. When I get down the stairs Martha, the elderly lady beams thankful that I'm feeling better.

"I so glad you are doing well dear, I know the acidity in our rain makes you sick so Glenn and I got you this umbrella." She hands me a purple umbrella that still has a tag on it, it reads for sun and rain.

"You didn't have to do this Martha, I told you I'm not good with gifts, you already let me stay here on the government's program and gave me a job here, you and Glenn have already done so much." She pushes the umbrella farther into my chest.

"No you do so much for us, you work without complaint, you've also taken care of us and our granddaughter when she came over. When you were sick we were so worried about you so you going to take it or I can give you more gifts."

"Thank you very much."I smile brightly. She pats my shoulder and gestures to the counter to start the machines.

Once all the machines are started, the desserts are placed and the base coffees are made I open shop. Customers come in and some lounge around in the chairs or couches drinking coffees and either studying or chatting with their friends. Molly usually comes on Sunday as one of our regulars, so I would see her then. A few of our regulars are happy to see I'm back at work one of the other tenants gave me a green bean casserole and a hug. It's 5 O'clock and I make a cappuccino as I finish I hear the door open and the bell ring on the counter.

The black-haired blue-eyed male I had gotten to know as detective Richard Grayson, came in every other day at 5, he normally talks often while I tried to take his order. So I memorized what he usually gets so he doesn't block the register so I can still make the register.

"Hey Y/N I'll take the usual."

"I thought so," I hand him his drink " one cappuccino."

He takes his coffee and moves to the bar we have set up if you wanted to watch the process and it's only then I see the other people behind him, one pissed-off looking male with a cigarette in his mouth, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne. I look back to Richard he smiles at me leaning onto the bar.

"They came with me this time, It's family bonding time."

"You mean you dragged us out of the house to grab a coffee from this place cause you have a schedule."

"It's bonding Jason! Bonding!"

The two began arguing in the shop, I return my attention to the other two boys. Tim as at the counter puts a ten-dollar bill on the counter, while Damian does the same.

"Give me a regular coffee, black, large cup."

"Tea, no sugar, regular size."

Their voices crowed each other but since this happens frequently it was easy enough to at least get their orders down.

"Sure here's your change." I look back to the two arguing and I see Jason didn't put out his cigarette. He taps it and the ash of his drug falls to the floor.

Sighing I move out of the workspace gabbing a tong and a wastebasket, I take out the cigarette and throw it in the bin now gaining the full attention of Jason. I give him a stern look he seemed to freeze, bitting back any words he might have prepared to say before.

"Sir, I am not sure if I made we've previously made It but there is a strict no smoking policy. As you see we have many elderly, and young children in our establishment." I smile but I know my face is full of malice. "But please enjoy your stay at our cozy corner of our fine and fair city." I move back behind the counter start on some of my orders, I look at Jason again the smile still on my face.

"Would you like anything?" He gives me an odd look.

"White hot chocolate, Large," he nods his head over at Richard. "Put it on his tab."

"We don't have a tabs sir, he works for the police."

"So?"

"He gets Free coffee." He gawks at me as if I told him the sky was black, and I see Richard trying to contain his laughter.

"You give that guy free coffee?"

"It's a store policy." I pass out the coffee and the tea and I see from the corner of my eye he pulls out a flask. I grab the tongs again and clap them together, Jason looks at me then grumbles putting the flask back in his jacket, and instead pulls out a five and hands it to me. I take it from him gingerly and head straight to work on his order. I hand him both his spare change and his drink, and the complimentary cookie bag that came with it. He gives me another look.

"They come with a drink." I leave and continued my chores around the shop.

"You are doing much better (m/n)." I whip my head around and look at Damian who's behind me on the other side of the counter. His companions seemed to be in deep conversation amongst themselves.

"Yes, I'm doing just fine, it happens occasionally but nothing like a good cup of tea and a few nights rest couldn't fix." I go back to cleaning the counter.

"You were sick for much longer than that."

"Yeah...it happens." I change the topic to "Did you think of anything for the project?"

"Why not make a model, there is not really much to do with it anyway." I gasp dramatically.

"Not much to do with an astrolabe! You clearly didn't read the whole paper!" By now I have caught the attention of his group. Damian frowns.

"No, your paper was written very well, I just don't think we need to dwell too much on this project seeing as how we really are not presenting." I had heard that bit from Molly.

"I suppose your right." I put away the cleaning supplies and turn back to him. "I'll get started on a model right away!"

"You will do no such thing." His voice is stern. "I will come back later and work on it with you," He moves his chair back and heads out the door.

His companions follow quickly after him and they say their goodbyes.

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As promised, he came a few hours later right as my shift ended and another person came for the second half of the day. I moved the glowing tracker to my room so it wouldn't gather any extra attention.

"I have supplies, what is all of that?" my brows furrow staring at the bulging plastic bag in his hand while I turn the keys in my locks. opening the door.

"I wasn't sure if you were prepared." He moves to the door, my arm shoots in his way stopping him.

"I wouldn't go in quite yet."

"What?"

I put a finger to my lips and crouch slowly to the floor, I shake the key in my hand then slid them across the floor. A ball of black attacks the object just as it crosses the doorway. Nightmare attacks the keys rolling around and bitting.

"Ah yes, observe the feral kitten in his natural habitat." I walk inside the door beckoning Damian to follow. "I would beware he is an ankle bitter. You can set up in the living room I'll just drop this guy off in my room."

"Does he attack all the time?"

"He's been like that since I picked him up, I don't blame him he was born in a rough neighborhood." I set Nightmare on the bed next to the floating version of earth. "Watch it make sure it finishes." then head to the living room. Damian has all his stuff set out on the table. There was veneer, paper, paint, some nails, an Exacto knife, a hammer, and a bag of pipe cleaners.

"This looks like stuff to make a birdhouse," I try and pick up some of the wood that was on the table." you realize cardboard, scissors, and a sharpie would have been enough."

"And here I thought you like polished and neat projects."

"yeah, but even with cheap materials you can still create a masterpiece."

"You don't do anything nice for yourself self do you?"

"Dude the most expensive thing I own is a cat who attacks me." I sigh, I sketch out a design for the astrolabe. "Well, why don't you start on the Mater, I'll get to work on the plate for our side of America."

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"3 hours of hard work and I got to say it's not bad." I hold the fished product, It's attached to a string of green yarn. "The calculations are down to point." I put it down, I clean up the mess that's on the floor of the living room.

"About the last time we saw each other, I'm sorry."

"It's fine, you probably knew about me from the news already, the big myste#wayne#scifi#damian#bruce#bats#fanfiction#xreader#characterxreader#jason todd#tim drake#character x reader#mxf#fxm#batboys#batboys x reader#Damianxreader#X reader#DC#Marvel#MarvelxReader#DCxreader#batfam#mutants#Damian Wayne x reader ry of the missing journals. So many interviews." I dump the trash in the kitchen, saying that last part mostly to my self.

"You forgive too easily."

"I'm not as forgiving as you think, honestly you view me too highly it that's what you believe. Would you like something before you leave?"

"No, but I have something for you before I go." I open the door to my room and let Nightmare out.

"Oh?" He's already at the door and pulls a shiny gold card from his pocket, he hands it to me.

"Father thought it would be good to meet you."

"Because I'm the daughter of a famous dead professor, is he going to ask about the journals too?"

"No, this is to apologize for my previous behavior."

"Oh," I take the card looking at it uneasily. "I don't think I can go to this, I don't do well at parties."

"Not a very good excuse." He smirks.

"I'll think about it." I push him out the door and give him the Astrolabe, closing the door slowly. " I'll see you at school."

I look at the card again, It's like the parties mom went to I knew them well. While some were nice, others were nice only in their face. I laugh slightly to myself, Molly already called me earlier telling me I was her plus one to the same thing. This was already suspicious enough as it is. I look at Nightmare who cocks his head at me.

"You think I should go, don't you?" the furball nods

"Fine. I was going to be forced into this anyway."

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[rowyn-writes]

Dying From a Broken Heart

Part Two of Confidence

Warnings: Violence, angst, language, arguing, blood, fluff

Pairings: Jack x Winchester!Reader

Characters: Jack Kline, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Rowena, Eros, Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: While you and Jack are at the motel, you make a shocking discovery. You're not dealing with a pack of werewolves like you thought, but Eros, God of Love and Lust. You finally figure out the connection between Eros and the victims. . . Only to find out that you're next.

You and Jack were still doing research when Sam and Dean came back. "Okay, so get this." You said, turning around in your chair. "Every year, six people go missing and are found dead with their hearts torn out."

"A ritual?" Sam inquired.

"Exactly what I was thinking, dear brother." You grinned. "Now, big city like this, six missing people is something you'd hardly notice."

"Yeah, but why would a werewolf preform a ritual?" Dean asked.

"That's what Jack and I kept asking ourselves." You said, looking over at your boyfriend. "Why in the world would a Purebred werewolf need to preform some kind of ritual?" You stood up, rummaging around in your backpack for a book. You gave a triumphant smile as you held up your Greek Mythology book.

"Eros. God of Love and Lust." You opened the book to the page that was dedicated to the god.

"But their hearts were torn out." Dean furrowed his eyebrows. "What would Eros want with hearts?"

"It's a sacrifice for him." You informed the men. "Think about it. None of the vics had bites or even scratches. At first, I thought it was a Purebred werewolf because the attacks didn't line up with the lunar cycle. But the more I thought about it, the more that this makes sense. People used to worship Eros and make sacrifices for him, but now hardly anyone believes in him anymore. So Eros goes out and gets his own sacrifices."

Sam and Dean seemed impressed while Jack seemed proud. "Okay." Dean nodded. "That means that since he failed with the last victim, he's going kill again."

You tried your hardest to think of some kind of connection with all the deceased. You knew there had to be something in common since they were dealing with a god. They seemed to be picky with their sacrifices.

"What are you thinking about, Y/n?" Jack asked, resting his hand on top of yours, something that didn't go unnoticed by your brothers. Dean was about to say something when Sam stomped on his foot, earning a grunt from Dean.

"I'm trying to find the connection between everyone. Because I know there has to be one." You picked at a tear in your jeans while you tried to connect the dots.

Then it hit you like a ton of bricks. You stood up abruptly, startling the men in the room. "I know what Eros looks in for a sacrifice." You stated, grabbing your notepad to look at the stuff you had written down. "Everyone we interviewed said the victims just had a big announcement. The 55 year old man was celebrating his 30th anniversary with his wife, the 28 year old woman was newly engaged, the 45 year old man just started dating again after his wife died, and so on until the fifteen year old girl. She had just gotten her first girlfriend when she was attacked."

"What are you saying, Y/n?" Jack questioned.

"I'm saying that Eros is targeting people with an immense amount of pure love. That's what he's looking for!"

"Wow." Sam said, looking at his little sister in admiration. "That's genius, Y/n." He patted her on the shoulder, only to furrow his eyebrows. "What's that on your collarbone?"

You gave Sam a confused look as you headed to the bathroom. There, on your collarbone was a dark red circle. You sucked in a sharp breath.

"I know who the next target is." You told the men.

"Who?" Jack seemed worried by the look on your face.

"It's me."

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"How did this even happen?!" Sam exclaimed.

"I don't know!" You defended yourself, your voice raised slightly. "The whole time we were out I was with you guys. Jack and I never left the motel room while you two were gone."

"That is true." Jack nodded. "Y/n and I stayed in here and she agreed to be my girlfri-"

You put your hand over his mouth. "Now's not the time, babe." You could feel Dean glaring a hole through you and Jack.

"Okay, let's think about this for a second." You said, trying to calm everyone down. "Maybe this is a good thing."

"A good thing?!" Dean roared. "Y/n, how in the hell is this a good thing?!"

"Dean." Sam hissed, cuffing his brother. "Calm down and let Y/n talk." You threw Sam a grateful look.

"This way we can lure Eros out, and kill him. Apparently all it takes is a wooden stake dipped in lambs blood."

"I don't like this plan." Jack muttered.

"See! Thank you." Dean said, clearly pleased with the Nephilim.

"Jack-"

"No, Y/n. You're not going to put yourself in danger just to kill this god. I won't allow it."

"Oh for the love of-" You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Eros is coming for me either way. It's better to be prepared and have a plan rather than to just sit here and let him tear my heart out!"

"Don't talk like that!" Jack insisted angrily. You understood that he was worried about you, but you were a grown woman and could make your own decisions.

"It's inevitable, Jack." You said softly. "Eros will come for me. We know from the victims that he kills them 24 hours after being marked. I have maybe 18 hours at best."

Dean was furious. "This is your fault!" He growled at Jack. "You're the reason my baby sister is being targeted!"

Jack looked taken aback. "I didn't want this for Y/n." He said sincerely. "If I could trade places with her, I would."

"That's the problem!"

"Dean-" You started, only to get interrupted by your oldest brother.

"You think you're in love with her, but you're not! It's unnatural. Nephilim, they can't fall in love. All those stupid movies that Y/n and Sam let you watch made you think you're in love with her. You can't love Y/n."

You felt your throat close up, hurt by Dean's words. "Is it that hard to think someone could love me?" You whispered.

Dean's hard glare softened as his eyes landed on you. "Of course not, sweetheart. But Jack. . . He's not right for you."

"Oh, and you know what's best for me?" You growled. Your hurt turned to annoyance and anger.

"Yes, I do. I'm your brother."

Sam and Jack gave each other looks. It was bad when Sam and Dean argued, but when you and Dean argued, it was catastrophic.

"And John was my dad, and he never knew what was best for me! That doesn't mean anything!"

"Oh, so family doesn't mean anything to you?"

"Dean, come on man, you know that's not what she meant." Sam tried to reason.

"Stay out of it, Sam!" Dean yelled.

You could tell Sam was growing annoyed with Dean. His frown deepened, his eyes hardened, and his hand began to twitch.

"No! I won't stay out of it. I am tired of you mistreating Jack and Y/n!"

"Oh, I do not mistreat them!" Dean argued. "Jack, do I mistreat you?" Jack seemed uncomfortable being put on the spot. You knew he looked up to Dean, but Dean had also said some rather hurtful things about Jack.

While Sam, Dean, and Jack continued their argument, you were able to slip away unnoticed.

You were crying now, the thought of dying scared the crap out of you. And your brothers and Jack arguing didn't help the situation.

You looked around the parking lot, looking for something to hotwire. You came across a black Harley Davidson Dyna Super Glide Sport. And the dumbass was stupid enough to leave the keys in the ignition.

You started the engine, listening to the bike purr. You threw back the kickstand and began driving. You didn't know where you were going, all you knew was that you had to get out of there.

You weren't stupid, of course, you had your gun and a silver dagger just in case.

You planted both of your feet on the ground at a stop light. You were still crying, and you couldn't figure out why. You were just so angry.

You ended up stopping at a small dive bar outside of Little Rock. There were a total of ten people there, and most were men.

You flag down the bartender and order a beer. Around twenty minutes later, a man slide in the seat beside you. He said nothing as he ordered a drink. The man seemed so familiar to you, but you couldn't put your finger on it. He had curly, dark brown hair, and beautiful blue-grey eyes. He was handsome in all aspects of the word. But he was nothing compared to Jack.

"I've never seen you here before." He said to you.

"Oh, I uh - I'm just passing through." You gave him a tight smile.

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket. You grabbed it, looking down to see that Dean's as calling you. You sent him to voicemail, something that was bound to piss him off.

"Guy troubles?" The man inquired.

"More like brother troubles." You laughed. "I'm Y/n, by the way."

"Elliott." He smiled, showing off a gleaming row of white teeth. "So, what's going on with your brother?"

"Brother's, actually. They treat me like a baby, just because they're older than me."

"That's what brothers are supposed to do." Elliott shrugged. "They're supposed to look out for you, protect you." Your phone rang again, this time, it was Sam. You sent him to voicemail as well and put your phone on silent.

"Yeah, I guess." You agreed. "But -" You cut yourself off, not wanting to dump all your feeling onto this random stranger.

"But what?" He asked, curious to what your response was.

"There's this guy, this amazing, wonderful, sweet and funny guy. He cares about me, and I care about him, but my oldest brother, he thinks we shouldn't be with each other." You confessed, taking a sip of your beer.

"Is he respectful towards you?" You nodded. "He cares about you and treats you right?" You nodded once more. "Then what's the problem?"

"I don't know." You mumbled. "My brother just doesn't trust him, even though he has no reason not to."

"Call it a brother's intuition." Elliott grinned. You blinked as your vision began to blur. "Hey, you okay?" You let out a slurred response. "Let's get you some air." Elliott helped you out of your chair and outside. You felt the cold air nip at your cheeks, making you feel a thousand times better.

Your head began to spin, the world shifting around you. "I don't feel so well." You groaned. Your body went limp, and the last thing you felt was a pair of strong arms wrapping around you to keep you from falling.

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"Guys!" Jack yelled over Sam and Dean, trying to catch their attention. "GUYS!" Jack's eyes flared orange, finally getting Sam and Dean to stop arguing. "Where's Y/n?"

Sam and Dean looked around the room frantically. Jack looked into the bathroom and found nothing. "Damnit!" Dean growled. "How could she have left without us noticing?!"

"Well, you and Sam were rather angry, I think it was very easy for her to slip away." Dean glared at Jack.

"So help me God, if a single hair on her head is out of place, all hell will break loose, and it'll be on you." Sam sighed, shaking his head.

Dean dialed your phone number, looking apprehensive. "Y/n, I swear if you sent me to voicemail on purpose, I am going to kill you! Answer me, damnit!"

"Let me try." Sam mumbled. "Y/n, please call and let us know you're okay. We're worried."

"I can find her." Jack said hopefully. He closed his eyes, searching for any sign of you. He saw you sitting next to a guy in a bar, he saw the man put something in your drink, and he saw you pass out outside of the bar.

Jack grew angry. He knew what happened to you was wrong, he could feel you were in distress. "She's in trouble."

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"Wakey wakey, sunshine!" Elliott cheered as he threw water on your face. You gasped, bolting awake. You found that you were bound in a chair, the thick rope cutting into your skin. You looked around to see that you were in some kind of a abandoned building.

You were relieved to see that you still had on all your clothes. "I was worried for a second. I thought I might have given you too high of a dose for your body."

"You roofied me." You groaned.

"I did! But you have to understand, Y/n, I would have never gotten you out of there otherwise. You're one of the strongest sacrifices I've ever had."

"Eros." You said in realization.

"Ding ding ding! We have a winner!" Eros almost seemed happy by the situation. "You are going to be one of the best sacrifices I've had. A hunter with a strong heart full of compassion and pure love. The perfect candidate."

"Please," You whimpered. "Let me go."

Eros sucked in a breath, faking remorse. "You see, I wish I could. . . But I can't. I need you. Ever since the last sacrifice escaped, I've been looking for a new one. And then your brother's, boy wonder and you roll into town. I knew as soon as I saw you that you were perfect. Almost too perfect."

You felt a tear slip down your cheek. "Please. I don't want to die. I'm only 21, there's so much things I haven't done yet. Let me live." You pleaded.

"I was hoping you'd say that." Eros grinned, pulling up a chair in front of you, sitting with his chest on the back of the chair. "I was actually looking for a wife." He gave you a wicked grin that made you squirm in your seat. "I need an heir, or heiress, I don't discriminate. I just want someone to pass my powers off to, to teach. So, I can let you live if you agree to be my wife."

"Rot in hell." You spat, disgusted by the thought of marrying Eros. He grew annoyed, as he punched you, your head snapping back.

"That's too bad." Eros shook his head. "But, at least I'll get to enjoy killing you."

You watched in horror as Eros' fingernails grew into sharp, claw-like hands, almost like a werewolves. You screamed in pain as he drew his finger over your face. "Shh, shh, love. It's gonna be okay." You gave out a small cry, struggling against the ropes.

"The more you struggle, the more it's going to hurt." Eros said in a singsong voice.

You began whispering apologies in your head, to Sam, Dean, Jack, Cas, Rowena, everyone. There were so many unfinished words, so many unsaid 'I love you's,'

"I'm sorry." You whispered. You screamed out once more as Eros dug his nails into your chest.

"Y/N!" You heard Dean yell. Sam, Dean and Jack appeared from behind a crate, your brothers carrying guns, and we'll, Jack himself was a weapon.

"Ah, ah, ah." Eros grinned wickedly. "I am holding her life in the palm of my hand; literally. So put down those shiny guns, and step away from them." Sam and Dean looked at each other. Eros scowled as he dug his nails deeper into your skin. You cried out in pain, feeling his nails getting closer to your heart.

"Alright! Alright!" Sam said hastily, setting down his gun and stepping away, encouraging Dean to do the same.

You were quite the sight for the men. You had blood coating your clothes, a bruised eye from the blows that Eros landed earlier, your hair was a mess and you face was streaked with tears.

"Get away from her!" Jack bellowed.

"Oh, look, it's your lover boy." Jack's words only made Eros angrier, as he retracted his hand, and swiped his claws over your face, creating four long gashes.

"I said get away from her!" Jack's eyes began to glow orange, and he trembled with anger. Eros looked frightened as he was sent flying back into the wall.

Sam and Dean surged forward, both carrying a wooden stake dipped in lambs blood, while Jack went to help you.

"It's okay," He whispered. "I've got you." You gave out a small whimper as he cut the ropes. "Can you stand?" You tried to stand up with the help of Jack, but your knees buckled beneath you. Jack scooped you up in his arms. You buried your head in his chest, turning away from you brothers, who were currently killing Eros.

"Take me home." You mumbled before darkness enveloped you.

.

. .

. . .

When you awoke, you were in your bed at the bunker, surrounded by Cas, Sam, Dean, Jack and Rowena.

"Y/n." Dean breathed a breath of relief as he hugged you. You winced in pain, your body still sore from you attack. "I am so sorry. I never should have said those things to you. I'm so glad you're okay."

"It's okay, Dean." You assured him. Even though you said you were fine, there was still pain swimming in his eyes.

"We couldn't heal your wounds with magic," Rowena informed you. "Since Eros was the one to injure you, it will have to heal naturally. I did make you some herbs that will stop the pain, however."

"Thanks, Rowena." You smiled. The room began emptying out, everyone wanted to let you rest. Jack, however, didn't leave your side.

"I'm sorry, Y/n." He whispered.

"Why are you sorry?" You asked, squeezing his hand.

"I let you get hurt. I should have gotten there sooner." You saw there were tears in his eyes. You frowned as you scooted over.

"Come lie beside me." Jack hesitantly climbed into the bed, pushing aside the covers. You wrapped your arms around his middle and rested your head on his chest. "You got me out of there when you did. I'm okay, and that's all that matters."

"But-"

You cut Jack off with a kiss. "I don't want to talk about it anymore." You mumbled, cupping his cheek. "I just want you to hold me."

"I can do that." Jack nodded, pulling you closer to his body. You decided to put on a movie as you and Jack cuddled. Halfway through the movie, you ended up falling asleep. Jack didn't sleep that often, but he felt so at peace that he fell asleep as well.

When everyone came to check on you again, their hearts melted at the sight of you and Jack. "Oh, just look at them." Rowena whispered to the men. "They're so cute."

"Yeah," Dean nodded. "They are."

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Tag List: @mila-dans @blairrrose

#jack kline x winchester!reader #jack kline x reader #jack kline imagine #jack kline x y/n #jack kline #winchester!reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester imagine #sam winchester imagine #dean winchester little sister #sam winchester little sister #rowena mcleod #rowena #castiel #castiel imagine #supernatural fluff #supernatural imagine #supernatural x reader #supernatural

[2ynjns]

assassin's home

pairings: royal!taehyun x assassin!reader

word count: 1.6k

notes: pretty angsty, fluff if you squint. mentions of assassination, m*rder, kn*fe, d*ath, blood, profanity. please read at your own risk!! bottom half not proofread.

request states “Can i request a royal au & soulmate au with txt King! Taehyun and Assassin! Fem reader? Like reader tried to kill tae repeatedly but couldn’t because she feels like there’s something about Tae that she couldn’t put her finger on it. And tae went outside the palace and that’s where he met the reader and fell in love at first sight at reader & didn’t exactly know why. And then soon they found out they’re soulmates cause they have the same tattoo ❤️”

"im trying to work on it, goddamnit!" you screamed on the telephone in frustration.

"fuck, if he's so eager to finish it already why can he finish him of then, shit." you dropped the telephone and pushed it to the side. you kicked the chair next to you from annoyance and pretended that was the chief.

you took a deep breathe and looked at the board on your wall, plastered were photos of your targets and a map of the kingdom. you frustratedly walked towards the board, grabbing a red pen and drew a big circle around the current king's image.

after a moment of staring at your board and coming up with a different plan, you heard the door knob twist and the door swung open and you felt the chief's figure behind you.

without turning back, you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. "what do you want, choi?" you asked still looking at the board.

"do your job properly, y/l/n. it's been 3 months, three fucking long months and you still haven't found the guts to finish him."

but you couldn't be fazed, what is he gonna do? just like what you said, if he's so eager why can't he kill him himself already?

you scoffed and turned around to face your chief's tall frame. you leaned forward to ensure the distance between you and his face is almost close.

"do it yourself if you're so eager." you said and pursed your lips. you backed up and leaned on the wall next to the board. "i told you, yeonjun. it's not easy to get ahold of kang by himself without his little lizards following him around."

yeonjun massaged him temple from disbelief and bit his lower lip. he couldn't believe that you really did just say that, he trusted you into this mission because he know the power you hold. he knew you could do your mission properly and quickly so why couldn't you do it?

"then bring beomgyu to help you!" yeonjun said exasperatedly and ran his fingers through his hair. "here, how many attempts have you taken?" he asked you.

you blinked, you felt air form your lungs stuck on your throat. it's getting harder to breathe whenever you think about it.

three times. you had three free chances to finally end the king's life but you couldn't. the guilt is rushing over you whenever you're about to do it. the emotions rushing through you when you had the knife in your hands. it felt so wrong, you knew it was wrong. but this is your job, this is your reality.

"y/n, i'm asking you."

once you heard yeonjun's voice, you looked up and chuckled. "doesn't matter. i'll do it tonight, stop bothering me."

walking around the town's market at eight at night is the last thing you wanted to do tonight. however, you're not going to deny how much you enjoy the enthusiasm and the bright lights tonight. plus, the cold breeze of the air is unique from what you've experience before.

you entered a pub to grab some light drink to start of your night. the loud roar of the music and drunk people partying is also very different from the other days.

"just give me a cocktail." you told the bartender.

after two cocktails, the adrenaline rushed through your body and you know it was about time to look for the king. he could be in his fancy, gold coated palace, or he could also be anywhere else.

you stood up to exit the pub but you were unwantedly pushed over to the wall. it was painful, you were shoved pretty hard without warning it caused you hit the wall.

you sneered to yourself and turned to the person and screamed at them.

"watch where you're going you dumb freak!"

great, your night is ruined. you snarled at the person but you couldn't see their full figure. the person was wearing a long cape the covered their whole form.

you frowned at the sight because the person just completely ignored you. how dare they ignore you after they shoved you to the wall and act as if that was nothing?

you walked towards the person and grabbed their cape to get their attention. the person slightly stumbled towards your direction as you pulled them, causing them to face you, yet still, you couldn't get a clear look of their face.

"are you really not gonna apologize to me?" you looked up since the person was indeed taller that you are. you heard the person inhaled and bowed their head before putting their hand out.

you looked at their moving hand about to touch your hand, however, the mark on their hand caught your attention.

the mark is the same mark that you have, the same mark you wanted to get rid off because it looks unpleasant in the eye. the same mark you hated because your friends have told you that the mark is your soul mate mark. you winced at the thought and looked at the person's face.

"we have the same mark..."

and then you knew, you finally knew who you were talking to.

you immediately dragged the person out from the pub and pulled him to the narrow, dark passage.

you couldn't help but to look at the person's hand and compare it to your own. it's the same stupid mark you hated, it's the same exact mark and you knew this person is your soulmate.

you reached for your knife behind you and pointed it towards the person.

the person's eyes widened as they slowly put their hand up. "what are you doing?" they asked.

you scoffed, you feel angry, you feel annoyed, you feel guilty. "i know who you are." you said. you couldn't believe you're about to do this to your soulmate, you couldn't believe your job was to kill your soulmate. "take off the cape, kang."

taehyun's brows furrowed, he clearly never met you before but why did you wanted to kill him? he finally felt this joyous emotion after a very long time, he finally found his soulmate. he has been search for you yet this is how your first encounter going to be.

the king slowly pulled his cape down, exposing his blonde hair and sharp facial features. looking confused, sad yet happy at the same time. his eyes had become watery after the revelation. "i finally found you." he said and smiled, tears flowing down his cheeks. "i found you." he quietly said.

you grabbed his shoulder and pointed the knife on his neck. "it doesn't matter." you said, pointing the knife closer and closer towards his bare neck. even still, instead of asking for help, he just smiled widely at you, tears streaming his face and examining you. his eyes are gleaming through the darkness, he couldn't believe you're right in front of him.

"you're so beautiful." he said as his hands slowly coming down. you felt water pricked your eyes. you haven't been genuinely gotten a compliment in a long time, your heart soften from his words but the grip on your knife tightened.

he chuckled, the knife now in the first layer of his skin, blood dripping from his neck. he inhaled. "i've been looking for you."

you stopped. you looked deeply in his eyes as you felt the tears rushing over your face. "i finally found my soulmate--"

"don't say that! im not your soulmate!" you yelled.

unconsciously dropping the knife on the floor as you felt your chest running out of air, your chest tightening you almost want to pass out.

"please, look at me." taehyun caressed your cheeks and wiped your face. "please don't cry." his voiced cracked as he sob, both of you falling on your knees on the floor and sobbing your heart out.

what a tragedy. who would've thought the king's soulmate is his own assassin.

"i'm so pathetic." you sobbed on your own hand.

taehyun pulled you towards him and hugged you, he let you cry on his shoulder.

"arrest me. execute me. please, just--" you pleaded.

"i can't arrest you."

"but i could kill you!" you screamed.

"why didn't you, you were almost there."

and you froze, cold air washed over your body and your eyes fell on his wounded neck, blood gushing out from it.

you bit your lower lip and looked down. you're embarrassed of your actions and you just wanted this to be over it.

"lemme take you home." he suggested.

"i don't want to go home." you said.

he sighed and lifted your chin, "lemme take you to my home."

"stop." you said and got up. "i'm not going with you."

"you belong with me."

you stared at him with disbelief. "i can't believe you. i could kill you anytime and yet you still want me to go with you? do you have a brain?"

he frowned, "as long as i know you're with me during my last breath..."

you turned your heel around. "stop being a hopeless romantic, there's no chance for us. i'm not going with you." you started walking away.

"and please don't be a martyr." you turned around, "as much a it hurts i can't be with you. you can't be with your own assassin."

he ran towards you, "please don't go."

you sighed as your hand reached your chest. "i don't want to hurt you, kang. but my job--"

"please don't go." he held your hands and caressed it.

you gave him a sad smile as you let his hands go. your hands reaching his cheeks. "maybe in another life, we can be together without anything going between us."

you walked away without giving him the chance to speak once more. you walked away crying from your sins and much realization.

you're your own soulmate's assassin.

#txt #tomorrow x together #txt imagines #txt imagine #txt scenarios #txt scenario #txt fuff #soobin imagines #taehyun #taehyun imagines #taehyun scenarios #yeonjun #soobin #beomgyu #huening kai #taehyun fluff #taehyun angst

[pretoriafics]

Russian Roulette - Pt. 3

In this series, you will find: Alternative Universe, Soulmate plot, Angst, Fluff. In this chapter, you will find: You went to the Friday night party, but, yeah, you think you found out about what the ginger lady had talked about with you that day at the restaurant. Word count: 2.020 Pairings: Reader x Platonic! Scott and Stiles; Reader x Derek Original characters of this chapter: Elodie, your french friend, and Au pair; Astrid, your german friend, and Au Pair; Bennie, your host mom; Warnings: English is not my main language <3 Yeah, it was based on Russian Roulette by Rihanna Russian Roulette series: Chapter Two | Chapter Four RUSSIAN ROULETTE MASTERLIST TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

You thought about that ginger lady all days that week. Her words were so weird and creepy...

But she was right. You were definitely looking for something: you were looking for the truth about your friends. Everything was okay until you met Derek that day in the accident. And since that, a strange woman came to you.

The truth is not what you're expecting the woman said. So, the truth about your boys was not criminal issues? Something inside of you tells that a criminal issue with the boys would be easier to deal with. But if the boy's secrets were nothing related to crime, what the hell are they hiding, so?

You saved the address the woman gave to you, but you didn't read it. You didn't have the courage yet. But you don't want to think about it right now: It's Friday! And you have a party to go to.

Stiles sent you a lot of texts, trying to plan something for Friday night. You know he just doesn't want you to go to that party for some reason you don't know. And that is the biggest reason you definitely should go there.

You wear your red and short dress and then you were ready to enjoy the night. A few friends went to your house, to give a ride for you, and quickly you guys arrived at a huge house. It was full of drunk people, with loud music and dancing bodies. The house is located close to the woods, so there are no mad neighbors to complain about the loud music - which is great. You just want to enjoy the night and forget about the ginger lady and the secret of your boys.

Well, things were being really fun. You were dancing, you met some cute guys, and you drank just two glasses of alcoholic drinks. It was enough to let you "happier". You weren't used to drinking, so you were the joke of the night after being so excited with just two glasses.

You were talking with two other Au Pairs: Elodie, the girl from France, and Astrid, the german one.

"But you drank just two glasses! Come on, take just one more!"

Astrid was putting more drink in a cup for you, but the truth is that you really didn't like to drink too much. You don't trust anyone to watch you when you lose control over yourself, and if you lost control over yourself, anyone could do anything with you.

"No, thank you. I'm done."

Suddenly, you saw through the window behind Astrid something that gave you shivers. It was a pair of red and demonic eyes looking at you from the woods. Your face blushed from the high temperature of your body, became white in fear. You simply can't take your eyes off that creepy eyes.

"Hey girl, do you saw a ghost or something like that?"

Elodie's french accent pulls you to reality again, and your gaze finds her.

"Uh, no... I just think I need some fresh air."

You turn your back, without gave more explanations to the confused girls who are looking at you walking to the front door. You hear Astrid shout for you:

"But how about Stephen? He will come soon!"

"Tell him I'll be back!"

The house behind you was pure fun and party, but despite having fun, you thought that you needed some fresh air. What that eyes was? Maybe just something inside your head. You haven't had drank enough to get out of control, and even if you had, a glass of some random drink wouldn't give you hallucinations.

Well, you would back to the party a few minutes later. Now, you just need some walking.

You took your high heels off and began to walk on the street. The breeze of the night was giving you a gentle hug, and while the sound of the music becomes low, you find out that yeah, you kinda like those night walkings. All that silence, the fresh air, the peace... Wow, you should do it more.

But your peace was gone when you noticed that a man was stalking you.

Crap.

He is high, with large shoulders. You haven't a chance against him. Scared and worried, your walk becomes faster and faster, hoping that the man finally has gone. But when you crossed the street to come back to the house, you saw that the man has gone. Actually, seems like he evaporated in the air.

Okay, the party is over to you. You would come back to the party and ask for a ride for someone. And done.

When you gave the first step in the party's direction, a huge wolf jumped in front of you, roaring in a way that almost did your heart stop. You shout loud.

"What the hell?! Help!"

You began to run in the opposite direction of the party, running from that unreal wolf who was hunting you. Tears were scrolling down your face, in pure desperation while it runs to chase you. You throw your high heels to the thing, and your heels hit its snout. It seems to work because the wolf shook its head, bothered. It gave you time enough to run even faster while you catch your phone in your bag. The first number you tried to call was Sebastian.

"Come on, Bash, come on!"

But then, a voice coming out of your phone says something that fills you with horror.

"This phone is off. Please try again later."

"Damn!"

The next number you had tried to call was Stiles. He could ask his dad for help, and maybe you could be saved. Happily, you heard his voice.

"Hey, you thought about my proposal of-"

"Stiles, call your dad, I need help!"

The wolf roared for you and, suddenly, it jumps. You let out a loud shout and deflect its attack, changing your route and running to the woods.

"What's happening?!"

"There's a huge wolf behind me! Please, I need help!"

"Where are you?! Are you at that party?"

The wolf runs in your direction and jumps again. It pushes its feet into a tree and, then, it flies in your direction. You put yourself down, deflecting again of its attack, but your phone fell in the middle of the leaves. Terrified, you come up with your foot against a rooted tree and fell.

Crying as you'd never cried before, you got up and, tired, you take strength inside of you to run one more time, as a way to delay your imminent death. But seems like that were your lucky day.

A skinny figure jumps in the wolf's direction, and they roll through the leaves on the floor. The wolf got up, and let out a loud roar. When you turn yourself to understand what the hell has happened, you saw Scott stopped in front of the wolf. However, he wasn't the same: His face was bestial. Close to him, you saw another figure you hadn't seen coming while you were running. You recognize that figure too: Derek, with the same bestial face. But just when Scott turns his animal face to you, you got certain that, yeah, that thing was he.

"(Y/N)... Run."

But the Wolf seems stronger than Derek and Scott. With a hit, the wolf throws them into the air, and Derek and Scott hit the trees. The wolf run in your direction and you try to run, but things were different this time. You heard two roars when the wolf hits you with such strength, that you hit in the tree. Everything becomes dark after this.

"Is she okay? You've come in time?"

You know that voice! It was from Stiles. Your eyes opened slowly, but you still were dizzy with the blow. Your vision was completely blurred, but you could recognize the environment around you. You were lied down to what seems like a backseat, and your head was in someone's lap - Stiles's lap. You saw his worried face when you look up.

"She's fine. The Alpha didn't bite her."

That voice was from Scott, you were pretty sure. He was at the passenger's seat.

"How do you know?"

"Because we check her before brings her here, smart-ass. What do you think?"

Another familiar voice. What was his name? Daryl? Devon?

"Oh, really Derek? I thought that, I don't know, after the Alpha's bite, the mark of the bite disappears!"

But then, the voice of Scott is heard.

"Shhh! Guys, I think she's waking up!"

Stiles looks at you, with such concern in his eyes.

"Hey, miss sunshine. You okay?"

But your head was aching so much! You just close your eyes again, becoming so tired suddenly. You heard Derek's voice now, but he seems so far away from you.

"She will not stay awake too long. Luckily, she will think everything was a nightmare."

Scott let out a long sigh.

"I hope so."

That was the last thing you heard before get unconscious again.

You woke up, scared and sweat. Quickly, you sat in the bed, with a heavy breath and confused. Your head is aching a little bit, but you think it's just a silly headache.

You let out a long sigh and get up from the bed. You took your phone from the bedside table and... Wow, you don't remember to let your phone fall for it get a cracked screen. Still, you could saw a lot of messages from Astrid and Elodie. You chose to read the messages from Elodie first.

"Girl, where are you? Someone found a dead body in the master suite!"

"Where are you?!"

"I'll call the police."

"Please, please just be safe. I'm so afraid of what could be happened to you!"

"We will go back to the party's house, Astrid is freaking out. We don't care if it's dangerous, we just want you safe."

"GIRL I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DIDN'T TELL US THAT YOU'VE BEEN TALKING WITH THAT GUY!! HE'S SO HOT!! HAVE FUN!! You almost made us got a heart attack of worries! Next time advise us."

If that was Elodie's message, you can't imagine Astrid's messages. But... What happened? A body? A guy?

Then, you realize that you didn't remember to come back home from the party. You froze. You gave a step forward, to put your phone on the dressing table, but you felt something aching in your left knee: You were hurt! It was just a silly injury, you probably fell sometime at the party last night. But, then, you remembered.

The giant wolf. The chasing. Scott and Derek. Stiles looking at you.

You look at your phone: Yeah, you let it fall when you were running. Your knee: You fell when you're trying to save your life. Your head: You had been thrown in a tree.

Oh my God.

Scared and trying to assimilate things, you go downstairs and realize that it was 10:30 AM. It was Saturday, your day off, and Bennie was in the kitchen while the girls and Sebastian were running in the backyard. When Bennie saw you coming, she smiled.

"Good morning! Hungry? I did some cookies! But be hurry to eat all of them, you know Sebastian loves cookies, and you just have a few minutes after he got tired of being running with the girls outside."

"Bennie... You know, I think I drank too much last night and..." No, you do not think you drank too much last night "...And I'm not sure about who gave me a ride back home."

"Oh," She gave you a suggestive gaze. "Who would be? Hale, of course! He's a great guy, took care of you! He said that you got really scared after someone found a body in the house, so you got nausea and felt dizzy. And he brought you here. You didn't remember it?"

"Yeah, yeah, now you said it, I think I'm remembering."

You lied, again. But the only thing you have pretty sure, is that tomorrow you would talk with the priest that ginger lady told you.

#teen wolf imagines #teen wolf imagine #derek hale imagine #derek hale x reader #derek hale x you #derek hale x y/n #derek hale imagines #scott mccall x y/n #scott mccall x you #scott mccall x #scott mccall imagine #scott mccall imagines #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski imagine #stiles stilinski imagines #stiles stilinski x you #teen wolf fic #teen wolf fics #teen wolf fanfic #teen wolf fanfics

[alj4890]

Angst Prompt

Requested follow-up to One Fateful Night

Part 2: The Dark Before the Dawn

A\N Sorry again for One Fateful Night’s angst. This picks up right after and goes a little into the future for Liam and those that survived the earthquake. It gets pretty dark in places and is long, but I think it ends on a hopeful note.  

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The rest of the unity tour was canceled. Unable to speak his reasons why he couldn't do it, Liam left that in the hands of his father and Regina. He didn't want to face the people without Riley by his side, without Drake standing steadfast, without Maxwell's unfailing optimism, without Hana's gentle support.

He had simply lost the will to fight.

Olivia had returned with him to the palace. Neville soon followed, insisting that he would do whatever Liam needed him to. Kiara, devastated by Penelope's death had retreated back to her family estate. Rashad was sent to Domvallier to recover from his injuries. Bastien refused to take time off and was doing his duties from a wheelchair.

Liam ignored all of it. He went to his chambers and remained secluded from the world for days. He refused entry to anyone who knocked. He simply sat there staring at the few mementos he had of those he had lost.

He flipped through the photographs Maxwell had insisted on taking of the three of them through the years. He paused at the few his mother was in, wishing she was here now to tell him how to move on from something like this. She had encouraged his friendships with Maxwell and Drake, knowing he would need them to face life in the public eye.

And now he would never have them again.

Setting the old album aside, he reached for the key chain Riley had given him the night of the Coronation. Thinking of that night and their confessions of love only to be so cruelly parted...his head dropped as he carefully set it back on the table. Next he picked up the pearl he had given her. The plans and hopes they had while meeting in secret. It had helped him through every moment he was kept from her side.

He then lifted the photograph Anna had taken of them for their engagement. Liam's fingers trembled as they brushed against the image of Riley. Her smile so warm. Her eyes so filled with joy.

Reaching for a decanter, he attempted to metaphorically drown his sorrows. In one night he had lost everything he had held dear. How was he to go on from this? There was no enemy to slay, no way to find those he loved and rescue them. Nothing. Nothing except funerals to attend. Nothing but giving them to the cold, unforgiving dirt.

All he had ahead of him was visits to graveyards. He knew his father didn't have much longer to live. It would be just one more loss in his already devastated heart.

Death was what his life had become. He had feared that when his mother was poisoned. Many a night he would wake up crying at the thought of being completely and utterly alone. This long forgotten fear rose up within him, showing that it hadn't been a nightmare. It had been a premonition.

Dropping his head in his hands, he sobbed into the void that had become his only companion.

*****************

Armed with a key, Olivia forced her way into Liam's room. With the first of the many funerals coming up, she knew she needed to get him prepared. The public would be looking toward their king, needing to see him standing against the worst life could throw at him.

Her steps faltered when she saw him. He was slumped over in a chair. Empty decanters sat in front of him, a few tipped over on the table with drops of whiskey spilled out.

The tumbler he had been using had fallen to the floor. The remnants of his drink had stained the Persian rug. His clothes were rumpled. Nearly a week's growth of beard had darkened his sunken cheeks. Dark circles under his eyes completed the look of a man trying to escape his tormented thoughts.

Olivia had to harden her heart. There had always been something about Liam that brought out an unusual softness in her. But that was not what he needed. He needed order. A purpose. Something to get him to step back out in the world.

Grabbing his shoulder she shook him hard.

"Liam!" She snapped in a louder than usual tone. "Wake up!"

He opened his bloodshot eyes with a slight groan. He weakly raised a hand to his head while trying to escape her unyielding grip.

"Get ready." She ordered. "We've got things to do."

"What things?" His hoarse voice cracked.

She ignored his question.

He forced himself to focus on her bustling about gathering his clothes before going into his bathroom. He could hear her starting a shower.

She returned with a determined set to her chin. "Hurry up." She pulled him out of his chair. "We don't have all day."

He stumbled forward, catching himself against a dresser.

Olivia bit her lip as she watched him painstakingly retreat into the bathroom.

Taking a deep breath, she bent to the task of straightening his room. Her gaze fell on the objects he had been using for his only source of company. Tears sparked her eyes when she noticed the photographs.

It wasn't fair. Liam might think he was the only one to suffer with his losses, but she was just as deeply affected. They had been her friends too. A family of sorts, one of her choosing after losing her own at such a young age. She couldn't help but depend on them. Maxwell had been the chipper, up for anything brother she wouldn't have thought she needed. Drake had been her sparring partner, always keeping her wit sharp for any upcoming altercation. Riley...

How had the one she never could quite see completely as her enemy become an actual friend? She had won Liam from Olivia, and yet...and yet Olivia had been grateful. If there was anyone in this world who saw and loved Liam like she herself had, then it was Riley.

And how could she not care for someone who did as Liam deserved?

It was all for nothing. Olivia was left alone once more. Perhaps even more so than when her parents had died. At least then she had been able to lean on Liam. Now he could barely function. It was now her turn to be the one he could depend on in their friendship.

He stepped out, pulling her from her thoughts. He stood there as if at a loss of what to do, whether he should even bother putting forth an effort.

Olivia brought him a jacket and held it for him to slip on.

"We'll eat on the road." She told him, giving him a push out the door.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

"A few places." She told him. She glanced back behind her where Regina had remained out of sight. The worry on the Queen Mother's face eased some at seeing Liam out of his room. She nodded gratefully to Olivia before retreating in the shadows to report this small success to Constantine.

****************

Liam stared out the window as Olivia drove him through the capital. He ignored the people going about their day as if the world had not stopped. He didn't bother to focus as he used to on the state of the roads or on some of the older, historical buildings.

He simply didn't care. He figured it was only a matter of time before these things were taken from him too. The terrorists were probably lying in wait for when they could destroy the last of what had once meant something to him.

"I don't suppose you've spoken to anyone at the hospital." Olivia said, cutting through the oppressive silence.

Liam merely shook his head.

She waited in the hopes he would ask about Hana and Madeleine. She needed to see that the old, kind to a fault Liam was still there, only buried amongst his immense sorrow.

The silence stretched once more between them.

"I have." She said, fighting against tears of frustration.

He didn't move. He simply stared out the passenger window.

Her grip on the steering wheel tightened. "Madeleine's recovery is slow yet steady. The doctors believe though that her fair skin will always be marked with scars."

Liam didn't even blink.

Olivia grit her teeth. "Hana though has not been having an easy time."

Liam stiffened somewhat at that.

Olivia pressed on. She was determined to get him talking. Hopefully once he started he could get rid of the despair that was destroying him.

"Her parents want to take her home to Singapore but the doctors don't believe she is strong enough yet." She swallowed down her own lump of emotion. "When she was told of...of..."

Liam finally face forward. "Told of everyone dying on us? Told that I had failed in saving anyone?" His bitterness slashed across Olivia's stuttered denial at that last one. "Told that her life would never be the same again?"

"Liam, you--"

"I don't want to hear it." He responded.

"You must!" She yelled, hitting her steering wheel in her anger.

Liam didn't flinch. He didn't act like he had even heard her.

"Hana needs you! Madeleine does too." She turned into the hospital parking lot. "We all need you to--"

"To what?" He roared. "Give more empty promises that we will get through this? That we will find our way back?" He jerked his seatbelt off. "I respect them too much to lie to them. The last thing they need is a broken man trying to rally their spirits." He opened the door. "Find someone else, Olivia. I'm not the man they need."

"You are!" She scrambled out, tears falling down her cheeks unheeded. "Liam, we all need you right now. Friday is the first set of funerals. We need you there to help us say goodbye."

Liam walked off without a word.

"Liam, please!" She pleaded, chasing after him. "Even if you can't speak during the service, let those of us who love you help you."

He paused before gently pulling his arm out of her grip. "I'm sorry, but I can't do what you ask of me." His bright blue eyes were filled with tears as he raised them to hers. "I'm done, Olivia."

"Liam, you're allowed to grieve." She reached for his hands. "Take as long as you need. But your friends and country need to grieve with you."

"They won't after I inform them of my decision." He took a deep breath. "I'm giving it up."

"Giving what up?" She asked.

"Everything. The crown. The throne." He looked about. "I'm leaving this country and moving somewhere that isn't filled with memories."

"You can't!" Olivia grabbed the lapels of his jacket, shaking him in desperation. "You can't let the terrorists win! We--"

"Why not?" He bit out. "They might be the right rulers for Cordonia. My legacy has been nothing but death. My brother gave it all up because the pressures were slowly killing him. My mother died trying to do what was right. My father gave up the crown because he is dying. I've done nothing but bring death and destruction to those I love the most." He gripped her wrists and wrenched them from his jacket. "I can't do it anymore."

"Yes, you can." She followed him when he walked off again. "Just try a little longer."

He laughed bitterly. "Try? Why? My reign is already marked with uncertainty. I'm a king without a queen or heir." He released a deep frustrated breath. "What's the point, Liv? Every time I try, I get knocked down. Losing...losing Riley, Drake, and Maxwell..." He shook his head. “It is too much.”

"Promise me you won't decide anything today." Olivia pleaded. "Please?"

He ran his hands over his face. He looked up as if for divine intervention before nodding. "I won't hold the press conference today."

"Good." She relaxed some. She knew now that she would have to fight him these next few weeks over his decision. The last thing she wanted to see was his giving up on his destiny in the midst of his grief.

Slipping her arm into the bend of his she tugged him toward the hospital.

*******************

"Come in." Hana called out.

She didn't want anymore visits from her parents but couldn't bring herself to tell them. Hearing that her marriage prospects were now completely gone due to her injury had done nothing but bring her further into depression. Did they not see that what she had lost was so much worse than the lower half of her left leg?

Her dearest friends, her best friends, those that knew her better than anyone on earth were gone.

And I didn't get to say goodbye. I didn't get a chance to save them. Nothing.

Olivia smiled softly at Hana. "I brought a surprise."

Hana sat up straighter when she saw Liam sheepishly appear.

A sob burst from her lips as she reached for him to hug.

Liam's Adam's apple bounced a few times as he struggled to swallow his sorrow. He couldn't ignore her need for comfort and hurried over to hug her. Olivia quietly stepped out so they could grieve in privacy.

"Oh Liam!" Hana cried against his shoulder. "I'm so sorry." She clutched the material of his leather jacket, wishing they would all wake up and realize this was nothing but a dream. 

"I'm sorry." He choked out. "I couldn't save them." His tears began to fall freely. "I failed them, Hana. I failed you. I failed everyone!"

She pulled back and gently cupped his face. Blinking through her tears she shook her head. "You didn't fail any of us, Liam. You saved me and Madeleine. Bastien. Rashad and--"

He clung to her. "What am I to do now? Hana, you know I can't face life without Riley. How can I go on after this?"

"I don't know." Hana hugged him again. "But you know Riley wouldn't want us giving up on life." She glanced down at her legs under the blankets. "No matter how hard it is, she would encourage us to keep fighting."

"Hana, Riley was my life. My heart." He lowered his head into his hands. "She was my strength to keep moving forward no matter what was thrown at us."

Hana reached from some tissues, sharing a few with him. "I know. She gave me the bravery I needed to tell my parents that I was more than a marriage prospect for some noble. Now..." Her breath hitched. "Now I don't know what I am or what to do."

Liam moved off her bed and collapsed in one of the chairs by her bed. "What are we going to do?"

Her hand found his. "We help each other. Isn't that what we would hope Riley, Maxwell, and Drake would do if they had lived and you and I had died?"

He wished that had been the case. Not Hana, but that he had been the one Death had come for. He would gladly switch places with them, anything to escape this unending ache in his heart.

He felt Hana's hand squeeze his.

He looked up and saw her trying to be brave for his sake.

Liam didn't know if he could. "I've been thinking of abdicating."

Her lips parted in shock. "Abdicating!"

"Everywhere I turn there is a memory of them." He explained. "I..." He gave up speaking.

"They wouldn't want you doing that, Liam." She reminded him.

He knew she was right, but he couldn't think of moving on as if his very heart had not been ripped from his chest.

"They say when a person loses a loved one that they should wait a year before making a big decision." Hana said, lacing her fingers with his. "Maybe that is what we both should do. My parents want me to go back to Singapore, and I've been tempted to so I won't be reminded of everything."

Liam slowly nodded. "I wouldn't blame you if you did move back home."

"I think what I need is to be with you. Olivia. Madeleine. All of those we still have." She tried to explain. "I need those memories, no matter how much they hurt, to help me heal."

Seeing that he didn't know how to take her advice she gently squeezed his hand again. "Why don't we wait on any decision and just try to get through these next few days."

He eyed her suspiciously. "Did Olivia tell you to say something like that?"

Hana felt her first laugh in over a week burst out. It sounded hollow, as if her body had forgotten how to make the joyful sound. "She might intimidate me at times, but no, she didn't put me up to this."

His lips curved somewhat before settling once more into a thin line. He knew from her words and Olivia's that no one would accept his abdication.

*****************

Madeleine did her best to look presentable. She picked up the small mirror she had insisted be left on the small bedside table. Her eyes touched on the angry, red scars gracing her face and head. Her arm and legs bore others that were long and jagged.

Taking a deep breath, she fluffed the hair that had not been lost in the deep gashes to her scalp. Refusing to give in to the need to cry over something she had no control over, she smoothed her covers and waited to greet her king.

Olivia had shared with her what he wanted to do. Madeleine knew what the fiery duchess wanted her to say and act when she saw him. But she thought she knew how best to respond.

With plan in place, she looked up when she heard a knock to her door.

Liam came in at her bidding him to do so.

He didn't pause in his walk to her bedside like so many did when they first saw the extent of her injuries. She felt her proud façade crack at that. Only Liam would be kind enough to pretend there was nothing unusual about her current hideous state.

Her own parents had handled it horribly. Her mother had been unable to look directly at her without bursting into tears. Her father had bemoaned the fact that she hadn't been able to trap either prince or any other well standing noble before her looks were destroyed.

Just what any young woman needed to hear when awakening from a near death experience.

Liam bowed over her hand while placing a kiss upon her scarred knuckles. "My lady, forgive me for not checking on you sooner."

Madeleine swallowed before asking him to sit. "How have you been?"

His red eyes lifted to hers. "How do you think I've been? I've lost three people I loved. The country lost them along with Penelope and her family. Portivira is destroyed. The Sons of the Earth burned the royal orchard." He slumped in his seat. "I've lost everything, Madeleine."

"Not everything." She corrected. "I know I'm not Riley or Drake or Maxwell." She grimaced at trying to find the right words. "But I am here for you in whatever capacity you need."

"Thank you." He replied automatically. "Your dedication to Cordonia is to be commended."

"It's not--what I meant--" Madeleine closed her eyes briefly when tears pricked her eyes. "Liam, I meant I will be there for you. As a friend." Her nose wrinkled. "As odd as that sounds, I am sincere."

He nodded once more. "Thank you."

They both sat there lost in thought.

"Do you," he cleared his throat, "do you think I should abdicate?"

Madeleine's eyes narrowed in thought. She knew her next words could possibly be the most important of her life.

"Have you done something that could or has harmed Cordonia?"

His eyes widened some. "No."

"Do you no longer care for our people?" She asked.

"No, of course not." He muttered.

"Do you not wish to help them?"

"It isn't anything like that."

"So, your reason is something more selfish." Her green eyes hardened when they met his. "Like Leo, you decide to walk away when ruling becomes too much work."

Liam got to his feet. "It isn't like Leo's reasons! I lost the woman I was to marry. My best friends! Everywhere I turn I am haunted by what was and what could have been. How can I possibly fight Cordonia's enemies when I've lost my sources of strength?"

Madeleine sniffed dismissively. "Every person has lost someone that was their support. If everyone gave up when that happens then this world would crumble to dust."

Liam took a step back from her cold tone. "Madeleine, don't you--"

"Don't I what? Miss any of them? Are saddened by their deaths?" She allowed her sorrow to show. "Of course I do. I might not have been thrilled to be tossed over for Riley, but I would have had to be a blind fool to not notice what she did for you and Cordonia. The same for Maxwell and Drake."

Liam sat back down. "Then what do you think I should do?" He looked down while his bottom lip trembled. "Riley made me a better king."

"Then by all means think of her when you must make a decision." Madeleine told him. "Liam, for whatever reason, fate has placed you as King of Cordonia. You." She stressed. "We've all known you were the better ruler when Leo was our crown prince. It is a great burden, but one that you've never hesitated to carry."

He ran a hand over his eyes. "I wanted to do what I could for the country."

Her lips eased into an approving smile. "As all rulers should be." Reaching over, she patted his shoulder. "I know it won't be easy, but I can't think of anyone better to guide us into the future."

"I feel so lost." He admitted to her. "How can I guide anyone when I no longer have the ones who were my own compass?"

"You'll find a way." She said with certainty. "It may take time, but you will."

He sighed before running his hands through his hair. "I'm so sorry, Madeleine."

"For what?" She asked. "The earthquake was something no one could stop."

"I know." He stood up. "But I'm still sorry."

She nodded in acceptance.

Liam kissed her hand once more and promised to do better checking on her and Hana as he left her room.

Madeleine slumped back against her pillows when her door clicked shut. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she hoped she had somehow said the right thing to him.

Turning to bury her face in her pillows, she allowed the tears to be for herself, Liam, and those they had lost.

******************

That afternoon, Liam departed from Olivia and insisted taking a walk by himself. He went to the private beach and slipped out of his shoes and socks. Rolling up the cuffs of his pants, he began to walk slowly along the shore, allowing the waves to roll over his feet.

He flipped his collar up when the early fall breeze blew by, hinting at an incoming cold spell. He thought it served his mood perfectly. The summer that had once been his world had ended, bringing the cold cruel reality to crash down upon him.

His happily ever after had truly been a dream not meant for the real world. He should have known that he couldn't bring a fairy tale to life. It couldn't survive the cruelness of fate.

He continued his stroll while thinking of his visits with Olivia, Hana, and Madeleine. His conversations with them had only paused his decision. Even if he were to wait as long as Hana suggested before abdicating, what good would it do? He would still be unable to regain what he had lost.

"Liam?"

He paused and turned to see his father walking towards him.

"May I join you?" Constantine asked.

Liam gave a brisk nod before focusing once more on the waves lapping at his feet.

They walked on in silence for a spell. Constantine glanced every so often at Liam’s face, searching for any word that could possibly help his son.

"Who is next in line to the throne?"

Constantine stopped in his tracks. "Who is next in line?" His eyes narrowed in concern. "Why do you ask?"

Liam shrugged. "Shouldn't an unmarried, childless ruler know these things?"

"Son, you have your whole life stretched before you. Give yourself time to grieve and heal. Then--"

"My enemies are at the door." Liam snapped. "Even if I somehow survive them and whatever next hell Cordonia thrusts me into, I will still be without a wife or heir."

Constantine gestured weakly toward a set of lounging chairs. "Sit with me for a moment."

Liam's brief burst of anger turned to resignation when he noticed his father's trembles. Placing an arm around him, he helped ease Constantine down.

Liam took the chair next to his and focused on the ocean. He wondered how he could still find such beauty in it when it had been the final place Riley and Drake had lived.

"I'm going to abdicate, Father." He stated.

Liam was surprised by the silence that followed his declaration. He expected his father to be pleading with him to reconsider or furious for even thinking it.

Instead, he found his father looking more sympathetic than he had ever appeared before.

"I made the same decision when your mother was taken from me." Constantine admitted softly.

Liam's eyes widened. "You did?"

"Yes." He cleared his throat. "Your mother was everything to me." His gaze became distant as he was once again in the past. "She was life itself, my strength." His lips curved into a bitter smile. "She never held back her thoughts and opinions on how we should rule." He met Liam's eyes. "I loved her with my entire heart."

Liam ran his hands down his face. "What," his voice was raspy, "what made you decide to remain king?"

"I'm afraid it wasn't one out of duty or believing anyone needed me." Constantine admitted. "My reasons were purely selfish. I knew the only way to find the ones who took my Eleanor from me was to be in absolute power." His hand balled into a fist at the memories. "For years, vengeance kept me focused on my kingly duties."

"When did it change?" Liam asked.

"It was actually you that opened my eyes."

"Me?" Liam's brow furrowed. "What did I do?"

"You were ten years old." Constantine's lips curved into a tender, proud smile. "Leo was his usual, rebellious self. He had just turned sixteen and was supposed to attend his first official ball. He was trying to get out of it when he found out he would be obligated to dance with every visiting nobles’ daughter, regardless of how attractive they were."

Liam's eyes narrowed as he tried to recall that night.

"As I was walking past the ballroom, I heard your gentle, yet firm correction to his behavior. You were reminding him what a good prince was supposed to do. Be there for his subjects. Kind. Understanding. Sacrificial." He chuckled again. "It was just the slap to the face I needed."

Liam slumped back in his chair. "That ideal is meaningless."

Constantine slowly nodded. "If I had heard it after your mother died, I would have dismissed it too." He reached over and placed his hand on top of his son's. "Time doesn't necessarily heal all wounds, but it does help in how we view them." He swallowed. "There were years where the very thought of your mother brought me to my knees. Her loss was like a festering wound that never eased."

Liam knew that feeling all too well.

"But now, though I miss her just as much as I did before; my memories of her bring me comfort." He squeezed Liam's hand. "They make me grateful for every single second I was allowed with her."

Liam blew out a shaky breath. "Well, unfortunately I can't find and fight the earthquake that took Riley. I don't see the point in being king for revenge."

"True." Constantine nodded. "But Riley, Drake, and Maxwell believed in you. They went on the unity tour for you, for your reign to be successful. Not for themselves. Not for Cordonia. All because they thought you and you alone were worthy to be king."

Liam swallowed a few times as stray tears fell from his blue eyes. "I don't deserve it. I didn't deserve their faith or..." He huffed while wiping his eyes. "I'm not worth it."

"They would say you are." Constantine swung his legs to the side and pushed himself up. "You remaining king is a way to honor them and their efforts to help you be the best one you can be."

Liam pressed his palms to his eyes as a sob tore through him. When he felt his father's arms come around him, he buried his head against his shoulder while shaking with his cries.

Constantine gently rubbed his back while promising he was there for him. That he wouldn't have to go through this alone, that he had him, Regina, and those of his friends that had survived.

Liam clung to him, unable to speak.

Father and son clung to each other as the sun set.

********************

The next few weeks had Liam attending and speaking at the funerals of those that were no longer with them. He didn't bother to try and mask his heartache in front of his people. The nation was touched by his honesty and mourned with their young king.

Constantine and Regina remained by his side. Olivia and Neville traveled with him to each graveyard. Hana and Madeleine were allowed to attend some of the funerals. Rashad stuck by their sides, even helping to push Hana's wheelchair.

Seeing them each time he took the podium reminded him of why he was doing this. His father's words about honoring his beloved and best friends gave him the strength to speak of the type of people they had been.

He didn't know how he got through those first few weeks. Though it took a great effort, he forced himself to get back to his duties. Routine helped him remain focused on what he needed to do and gave him opportunities to continue to grieve.

The rest of the unity tour was canceled. Liam instead spent his efforts in rebuilding Portivira and in replanting the apple orchard. Out of respect and because he couldn't stand the thought of a ball without Riley, he canceled the rest of the year's planned balls and palace events.

With little chance to catch the king in a position that would bring about his downfall, the Sons of the Earth were soon desperate and making foolish decisions to attack during the daylight. Many were rounded up by Bastien's elite task force. Anton was found holed up in a long forgotten Nevarkis stronghold and died in a shootout with the king's guards.

After months of turmoil and uncertainty, Cordonia was once again in a state of peace.

Constantine lived long enough to see it come about. With his sons and wife at his bedside, he quietly passed away after telling them each how much he loved them.

Liam kept working. After two years, he hosted his first ball, an engagement one for Rashad and Hana. He had smiled and gave a sweet toast to the couple, all while remembering his own happiness he had once had with Riley.

As the years went by, he was able to think back on Riley, Drake, and Maxwell with a soft smile on his face.

Then the fifth year as king, he was approached by Madeleine.

"Liam, I think it's time for you to host another social season with potential suitors."

A denial rose to his lips.

She held up her hand to silence it. "I know, but you need an heir."

"There is already an heir. The throne goes to Olivia if I die."

"Liam." She huffed. "The crown needs to be stable. The people want to see you happy with a family." She shrugged her shoulders. "Cordonians are a sentimental bunch."

A family. That had been his heartfelt wish for years. Could he do that? Have one without his Riley?

"I will think about it." He conceded.

Madeleine smiled at him. "Good." She curtsied and left him alone.

Liam rocked back in his desk chair. He lifted his eyes to the ceiling.

"My love," he whispered. "What should I do? You were the only one I could ever picture myself marrying. Mother to my children." His brow creased. "Am I ready to try to find something that can’t possibly compare to what I had with you?"

He closed his eyes, wishing he could find the answer.

"Liam, dear?"

He opened his eyes and looked up at Regina.

She smiled warmly at him. "You fell asleep. Dinner is ready."

He apologized and rose to follow her out.

He halted mid step as the afternoon sun glinted on Regina's silver hair. The answer he needed was right there. He looked back up to the heavens.

His lips curved softly. "I understand. Though no one can ever compare to you, perhaps I can have the kind of luck my father had."

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❛ TWO ROADS ❜

with Canche and Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa.

Warnings: none.

Word count: 2k.

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“Please, don't do that. Let me go”. With both hands raised to the man, you tried to push him away.

“No”. He just said with a naughty smile drawn on his lips, before grabbing your wrists to lift you up over his shoulder like a heavy bag, walking to the main room of the house.

“Let me go!” You shouted stirring over him, until you felt your body falling down over the mattress.

Sitting up on your forearms, you blow into a rebellious tuft of hair in the middle of your face, frowning. You couldn't barely breathe because of the efforts, watching the man crawling above the bed.

“I swear I'm gonna kill you”.

“Will you?” He asked, twisting his neck slightly, pouncing on you to tickle you on both sides.

“Canche, stop!” You screamed between laughs, trying to catch his hands while he made himself some space between your legs.

“C'mon, five minutes more, princesa de los Mayas”. The mexican surrounded you with his strong arms, resting his face on your stomach.

“My father is gonna kill us, if he finds out”.

“Just five minutes more”. He begged almost in a whisper, closing his eyes.

“I hate you”. You growled rolling your eyes, pretending that you didn't want to spend some time more together.

“I'm glad to know that it's something reciprocated”. The Mayan muttered, moving some inches until reaching your lips.

Tangling your legs with his and placing your hands on his head, you deepened the kiss, keeping the slow pace but welcoming his tongue inside your mouth. Every time you were this close, he had the same effect on you like the first time, bristling your skin and needing for more. You could assure that he was so in love with you, as you were with him. And you would like to shout it to the rooftops. But that wasn't an option. Not for the moment, at least.

“I know that… you can't call me”. You said caressing his neck with one of your hands, using your nails to made him some sweet tickles. “But… two weeks is too much. Maybe… I don't know… a text, to know that you're okay”.

“I will try, mi amor. I swear it”. He replied with a low tone of voice, accommodating his head on the pillow. “And when I come back, we will disappear for some days. We can go to the beach, if you want”.

“Sounds good, yeah”. You nodded assorted on the way of his lips moving, totally spellbound hearing his voice.

The man took back his hands to undone the clasp of the fine gold chain, with a small medal of the Virgen de Guadalupe. Silent, and very focused on his new task, he placed it around your neck. You knew how much he loved that necklace, being a gift from his mother who passed away some years ago. Giving it to you meant more than anyone could imagine, and you would swear you were about to cry if he hasn't kissed you again.

You have never been a believer, but you started to pray every night for him, to keep him safe and alive. It has been two long weeks, with a trip that started in Southern Cali to Stockton and Oakland, continuing to Portland. And after that, back to Santo Padre. One of the trips more dangerous of Mayans history, with a shipment of AK-47, even if they were accompanied by some SOA charters. But the day of their return has come and, with it, all your men. At least, you know it when you see through the front window of your car all the bikes parked there. The first you find is your father's. Next to it, Canche's.

Almost jumping out from your seat, you run like never before to the inside of the clubhouse. But the situation that welcomes you is chaotic. You open the door on time to watch Bishop tackling your boyfriend. A storm of hits and kicks is around everywhere, while the other Mayans stare at you almost frowning. You don't need to be a genius to know what is happening. Grabbing Ibarra's gun, being aware that no one is going to stop the fight, you point at the roof to fire it. The bullet impacting on it, calls everyone's attention. The two men on the floor are breathing violently, blood on their faces and angry gestures. Then, you point at them.

“The next one throwing a punch, juro por la Virgen that I'm gonna shot his brain off”.

The men separate from each other, standing up over their feet and shaking their clothes.

“How much time have you been together?” Your father asks, cleaning a brief red thread flowing from his bottom lip. His eyes are filled with rage.

“Why does it matter, dad?”

“Because I asked you for one last thing, and you shitted on it”.

“Do you think I made it on purpose? That I chose it?”

“You betrayed me. And you lied to me”.

“For God's sake… Ain't gonna talk about it in front of all these men”.

“We don't have anything else to talk about. You already took a decision”.

You just nod, one time. Stretching your arm to Ibarra, you give him back his gun.

“Doing the same shit that your mother did”.

His whisper doesn't go unnoticed to your ears, taking a step ahead when he's about to unlock himself inside the Templo.

“You pushed mom away, just like you are doing with me. If you are alone, if you are losing the only people who really love you, it's because of you, padre. Because of your jealousy, because of your inflexibility, because of your egocentrism complex”.

Bishop doesn't turn, but suddenly stops his heavy feet.

“(Y/N), don't talk to your father like that”. Canche says, frowning at you.

“Truth fucks you up, right?” You say raising your chin. “Love doesn't mean to hurt, dad. And sometimes I feel that you stab my chest. That you suffocate me. I feel alone the whole time, and you don't really know what it feels like, because I'm always by your side. But you weren't for me when I needed you the most. So don't blame me for choosing a man who cares about me, without asking anything back, over you”.

It has been the worst weeks of your life. You were sure that you were suddenly and inevitably falling into a dark depression, when you realized that you haven't gone out of Canche's house since you came. Mostly, you are tucked in his bed, grabbing the pillow as strongly as you can, wetting it with your tormented tears. A prospect was accompanying you all the time that your boyfriend was away from your side.

“How is the kid?”

Taza gets up from his chair, before Canche can leave the Templo. He turns around crossing his arms over his chest.

“Who asks?”

No one replies.

“She isn't happy, if you wanna know it”. His eyes are on Bishop's. “She cries most of the day. Hardly eats anything. And I can't remember how her laugh sounds”.

Your boyfriend is about to continue his steps, but he stops again.

“And I had to take her to the hospital some days ago, because she has a panic attack”.

“Maybe if you di—”.

“Don't you dare to add me in your equation, Bishop. This is your fault, not mine. I care about her. I love her. And I want to spend my life with her. I'm not trying to steal your daughter from you. I'm not asking her to leave you. I was even about to delegate my position as Presidente, and ask for a change of charter to be close to her. To come to Santo Padre, so she wouldn't have to leave her family”. His voice sounds firmly, blunt. “You are losing your daughter because of you, not because of me”.

Canche doesn't want to waste more time, having a road of one hour and a half to his house. The only thing he wants right now is come back, be with you, and try to comfort your pain somehow. So he doesn't notice that the crew follows him to the outside, in the meantime that he reaches his motorcycle.

His way back home feels like an eternity, parking in front of the porch, and almost jumping out from the top of it. The prospect is waiting close to the door, shrugging his shoulders to let him know that nothing has changed. You heard the door getting opened, turning your head over the pillow, watching him coming into the room. You would like to smile, as every time you see him, but it's like if your brain doesn't send the order to your lips. Lying down and embracing you over the mattress, filling your face with a bunch of kisses.

“I've missed you, mi vida”. He whispers onto your lips, before caressing them. “I took a day off, so I will be here with you the whole time”.

You can't help but sink your face under his chin, letting him hold you tightly. That's the only moment you feel somewhat better, knowing that he's not going to kick out your ass. Knowing that he loves you unconditionally.

“How was him?” You whisper.

“Fucked like you”. He just replies, kissing your head. “But I know that he's going to come today, you will see. I know it”.

He wasn't wrong. Actually, Canche is never wrong. You suddenly wake up because of the loud roar of an engine. It's coming closer, accentuating over others behind it. The bed is empty, and the room is almost in darkness. Rubbing your eyes with your knuckles, you get up from the mattress, guiding your steps to the living room as soon as you hear your boyfriend greeting your father. Sticking your head out the corner of the hallway, your eyes find him before anyone else there. He looks like shit. His beard is longer, scruffy. The two black marks under his eyes tell you that he hasn't slept much more than you.

Canche moves his head in silence, indicating the crew to leave the house, so you would have some intimacy and time alone. Bishop takes a step ahead, trying to reach you, trying to say something. But he can't. Doubting, he walks a little closer. Slowly. Hoping that you don't turn him down. Raising a hand towards your left, he holds it to push you into his arms. Surrounding your body, he hugs you with that kind of love and warmth that only your father can transmit you. All the sadness and the pain has gone. The fear of losing him, inside your chest, isn't oppressing it anymore.

“I'm sorry”. He says in a whisper, tightening his grip around you.

“Me too…”

“You don't have to, because you were right. This is my fault, mi princesa”.

He pulls himself away from you, enough to find your reddened eyes, about to cry again.

“I know you have to leave the nest, but I'm not ready. And I will never be. But if you have to do it, I'm good knowing that Canche is by your side”.

Leaning, your father kisses your forehead, pressing his lips on it for some long seconds.

“Just let me take care of you tonight, please”.

You just nod in silence. You couldn't say ‘no’. You need him, you didn't know it could be this hard to live without him. It's not the same when he's on a trip, than when he's just away from you. Closing your arms around him, you hide your face on his chest, like you used to do when you were a child waking up from a nightmare.

“I will always love you, pa'. No matter who else is in my life. I will always love you more than anyone”.

“I know, princesa. I do. And I will always do it”.

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AEW: All Out 2021 - Initial Reaction and Thoughts

I have kept so far off of social media it's not funny And I hope you know how difficult that is being a QA tester

But AEW is back in Chicagoland, there'll be homecomings, title defenses and one would bet some new faces, so without further ado let's get to it

Spoilers on the PPV, watch it on BR or Fite then come back

As I did with Summerslam, I will be marking who I predicted to win in Italics so we can see how right or wrong I was. I also must confess even radio silence could not save me from learning about 1 debut, but it was one I had anticipated.

The Buy In

As usual we started with promo package overkill, but they did right by starting with CM Punk's one because it is a great package - also the video was good.

Half an hour later - which we could've fit one or two matches in - we get to the first match.

Jurassic Express (Jungle Boy & Luchasaurus) and Best Friends (Chuck Taylor, Orange Cassidy & Wheeler Yuta) [w/Marko Stunt] def. HFO (Matt Hardy, Private Party & TH2) [w/The Blade] (Submission on Angelico by Jungle Boy via Snare Trap) Well that was a mouthful. Our quickly put-together clusterfuck started with the HFO coming out quickly, then the Pixies coming out with a nice pop as Orange grabbed a sign hoping that Trent gets well soon. Baltimora had the bigger pop because everyone loves Baltimora, and Jungle Boy, also I loved the sign 'Jurassic Times demand Jurassic Measures'.

Matt and Chuck start but Matt demands OC to come out, Chuck tries to lock up but gets kicked away, and tags in Yuta, who gets thrown in the corner too, so Yuta tags Orange in...and Orange tags Luchasaurus in XD Hardy isn't too willing to try and shove the big dino man and tags in Jack Evans, who gets thrown around. JB gets tagged in, showing off his skillset with the rope flip arm drag and an inch perfect dropkick. Yuta and Kassidy are tagged in next, but Yuta's baited into Quen's blind tag, leading into Angelico to be tagged in. Yuta escapes a wristlock and turns it into an Octopus Stretch, but Evans puts him in an Ankle Lock, so Taylor puts him in a chinlock, so Kassidy climbs on a backpack sleeper, JB then latches an Ankle Lock, so Quen locks in the Cravat, Luchasaurus is out next, assessing who to hit and just decides to tackle them all apart. Proper Indy spot that was.

Luchasaurus is now playing like a hot tag, chop one man, drop the other, chop the one man, drop the other, Kassidy hits his high pitch scream as the big man comes back around to Jack Evans, hitting that wonderfully brutal Chokesault GTS he used to murder Fuego that one time (they didn't name the move, so I'm calling it the Extinction Event). Luchasaurus now stalks Hardy, but Hardy is using himself to distract the big man from Private Party's blindside, he stops them with a chokeslam setup but Hardy hits the chop block, leading to a kick combo from PP and driven into the ring post. Cassidy comes up behind all 3 next though, Superkicks of Death for each of them, Hardy's beside himself from this relentless assault and tries to charge OC, but Cassidy turns it into a Waistlock to push Hardy through the ropes. PP take advantage though, flatliner into Kassidy's knees, then a Standing Shooting Star Press Sandwiching Cassidy again. Taylor comes out next, dodging PP and then using Quen's charge as a release Suplex into Kassidy who was sitting in the lower corner. TH2 run into the DDT/Flatliner combo and then PP are taken out by Taylor's Tope Con Hilo while Yuta splashes Angelico - but Evans breaks it up.

TH2 then hit Yuta with some combos; Back/Neckbreaker, then a launch into Evans' boots, but Taylor breaks up the pin. PP throw Taylor out next though, hitting the Gin n Juice on Yuta, Angelico makes the pin but OC kinda half-heartedly shoves Angelico to break the pin, dragging Yuta in the corner as he puts in the pockets. Two lariat dodges lead to a no hands headscissors on Angelico, a 2 for 1 hurricanrana on PP and a dropkick kip up on Evans, Hardy though sneaks up and hits the Twist of Fate. But his focus is on the illegal man, Yuta tags in JB while Taylor dumps Hardy out, both Taylor and Yuta then Tope on PP, but they don't get much and PP roll back in with Angelico. Crowd firmly behind JB he misses the rebound lariat on Kassidy but recovers by sweeping Quen, Brainbuster on Kassidy as Angelico comes to, JB kicks him to his knees, Evans comes out but he kicks Evans into Angelico, Evans punches JB away as Angelico stands up with Evans on his shoulder, but this only acts as a threat to Luchasaurus who lifts JB on his shoulders, both men trading blows with JB clotheslining Evans off of Angelico.

Quen though looks to use this as a Doomsday Device setup, but JB matrix dodges it, so Kassidy now tries a crossbody, which JB reverses into a Spanish Fly/Moonsault Fallaway Slam (I've only ever seen such a counter in Lucha Underground when Cage reversed the Doomsday Device into a twisting powerslam, I popped for that as well). Luchasaurus is left standing but the Blade threatens involvement, so he eats a Pump Kick, Marko then climbs on Luchasaurus' shoulders and dives on the Blade. Tail Whip by Luchasaurus and then the Snare Trap by JB ends the match.

Post match Jurassic Express leave so Best Friends can Give The People What They Want™ but TH2 jump Yuta and PP jump Taylor, Evans delays Orange for a bit as a hulking figure marches into the ring. Big Bad Butch is back in the game, beheading OC with a lariat before his patented knee steps. He throws OC down as the heels look to swarm OC, but Jurassic Express, Varsity Blonds, Dante Martin, 10 and John Silver make the save. Assisted by the Jurassic Express, Best Friends give the Blonds, Dante, 10 and Silver What The People Want™ much to Silver's giddy elation. JB also looks killer in OC's shades as OC 'climbs' the corners to gesture the crowd.

It was a fun ass indy match to get the crowd hot, it could never try to top Deeb/Riho so it didn't, it did surprise me that it didn't lean too much on the Best Friends/HFO narrative but that was proven to be due to Butcher's return post-match. Last thing this kinda pointless feud needs though is more bodies, maybe being outnumbered will cause Hardy to back off? I mean does anyone remember what they were fighting over? I think this started with Kris and Bunny maybe? It's ran it's course is all.

Afterwards we got a sneak peak of the Rhodes' latest vanity project 'Rhodes to the Top'. Doesn't really interest me tbf I don't wanna see Total AEW Divas you know? I feel like it's just gonna make both of the Rhodes' look bad and since Hana Kimura I have little patience for pseudo-reality and forced drama.

Dan Lambert interrupts commentary from the crowd flanked by 3 UFC fighters and the Men of the Year (I still prefer ScorpEgo). They seem to have threatened to do something later in the show. JR gets his introduction and the PPV begins!

Main Card

It never ceases to make me smile that AEW still uses the 'And you know what that means' to start their shows.

TNT Championship Miro (c) def. Eddie Kingston (Pinfall via Matchka Kick) The announcement of the title match was met with a big roar from the crowd as the Chicago natives were firmly behind Kingston, even having a 'Redeem Deez Nuts' sign AND Shirt. Miro got a nice pop too, signs also pick the perfect spot with Miro because before it was 'Miro vs Ishii When?' and this time it's 'We want AJ and Punk vs CJ and Miro'. Eddie shows no intimidation, even happy and goading the Redeemer into the fight.

Miro makes the charge but runs into a knee to the gut, but he trips Kingston to try and latch on Game Over, Kingston wriggles out and tries the Half Nelson Suplex but Miro powers out and rolls out of the ring. Both men pace as Kingston holds the early advantage, shimmying his shoulders with the fans' clapping, Miro catches the kick but Kingston just pokes the eyes instead, chops to the corner, then machine gun chops to the next corner, Miro tries to grapple but Kingston thrusts him with an Exploder. Miro's rattled out the ring, so Eddie follows, but runs into a kick and is thrown into the barricade, body tackle and superkick by Miro as he again throws Kingston into the opposite barricade, but Kingston rebounds and retaliates with a big boot and returns to the ring.

Knowing he can't win by Countout, Kingston looks to dive at Miro from the apron, but his charge is countered into a twisting powerslam onto the exercise mats, Miro focuses on the back, driving it into the ring post twice but it's not even 1. Miro then focuses on the hand, biting and stomping it, knowing that this nullifies grip, chops and the Uraken, he chokes Kingston on the ropes before another kick to the spine. As Miro stares at the crowd Kingston grits his teeth and stands back up, slapping Miro's beard in hopes of a comeback before being smacked with a forearm. Two Sliding Elbow Drops only gets one, Miro then wears Eddie with a choke but Eddie powers back, couple of chops but he can't lift for the Suplex, allowing Miro to hit a high end dropkick, he soaks in the boos for a bit then body charges Kingston in the corner, he eats a retaliation chop by Kingston, but the second one makes him wince. May've been a miscommunication next, Miro looked like he body charged Kingston who was leaving the corner, but he quickly missed the corner splash, if it was a miscommunication it was well-recovered. Enzugiri by Kingston and a sliding uppercut knocks Miro out the ring, but the Suicide Dive is intercepted by an Enzugiri by Miro. Kingston recovers with a Saito Suplex but both men are reeling.

Miro gets up first, hitting Kingston with forearms and pulling him up, once Kingston's on his feet though he starts getting his fire back, trades of forearms and chops ends with two Side slams for 2. He goes for the Uraken but Miro rolls out the ring on sight, only to eat a Suicide dive. Miro misses the pump kick back in the ring and gets hit with a Fisherman's Suplex pinfall for 2. Crowd is hot behind Kingston, but he's lured into the corner charge so Miro can pummel at the back, Kingston tries to hold onto the turnbuckle pad but rips it off as Miro German's him, Matchka kick floors Eddie, as Miro devilishly smiles with half his chest bruised by chops. He calls for the Game Over, but before he cinches back Kingston starts moving to the ropes, he gets the regular Accolade version which allows Eddie to free an arm and grab the rope.

Crowd is getting really loud now as Miro gets more frustrated, he grabs the Turnbuckle pad but throws it away in reconsideration, opening him up for Eddie to strike: Uraken, DDT! But the Ref was disposing of the turnbuckle pad, gifting that extra few seconds for Miro to kick out at 2. Crowds kayfabe chant 'you fucked up' at the ref while Kingston prepares for the piledriver, but his back gives in twice making him opt for knee strikes to the head. He sees the exposed turnbuckle and prepares to drive Miro into it, but the ref stands in the way - knowing it'd lead to a DQ. The position we know well as Miro uses his frame to obscure the Ref's vision from the heel kick low blow, a clean roundhouse to the head staggers Eddie more and then the Matchka allows the 3.

Strong opener, good narrative of both men exposing the weak points of the other's body parts. The low blow is a bit cheap but it creates the paradox of Miro's holier than thou attitude. Kingston still proves himself strong in defeat, and as I anticipated AEW didn't make him tap out, so the continuity of his I Quit feud with Moxley remains intact, with Miro pushed this far and having to cheat it also sells Kingston as more than capable of being Miro's equal. Miro will have W no. 7 now, and it remains a prize waiting for a young prospect to crack open.

Jon Moxley def. Satoshi Kojima (Pinfall via Death Rider) Kojima got a loud welcome from Chicago but they sang for Moxley as he came down the crowd in a GCW hoodie - sadly no GCW belt which he won recently from Matt Cardona. Bell rings and Kojima offers a handshake, but Moxley is a man of his word, the bell rang so he has no respect, and offers a middle finger instead.

Stiff chops and forearms start the physicality, both men get a kick to the gut but it's Kojima who gets the early advantage with a shoulder tackle and a titty dance next to the titty master. Koji Lariat is avoided by Mox who flees the ring, but Kojima flattens him with a Tope, Moxley elbows Kojima away when the NJPW legend attempts to return to the ring and delivers a suicide dive of his own, Russian Leg Sweep onto the barricade and then Moxley attacks the hand. Knees to the head then a chop in the corner keeps Moxley's confidence high, but Kojima barrages him with Machine gun chops, throwing Moxley into the corner then landing the Elbow Drop for an early 2. Forearms are countered with a backwards slam, he calls for the Brainbuster but Kojima holds his ground, reversing it to put Moxley on the top turnbuckle. Moxley bites at Kojima, so Kojima bites back and lands the Superplex. Both men fight on the Apron before Kojima hits Mox with a forward falling DDT on the apron, DDT back in the ring for another 2 as duelling chants for Mox and Kojima divides the crowd.

Bleeding from the elbow, Mox counters a Koji Cutter with a Choke, twisting it into a Money Clip for 2, then transitioning to a Cross Armbreaker. Kojima gets a leg to the rope but Moxley knees him in the face, Kojima prevents the Paradigm Shift and hits a Brainbuster for 2, Koji Lariat again is averted but this time with a German. Mox tries two standing lariats, but Kojima won't fall, he tries a running lariat but Kojima collides it with a lariat of his own, staggering Moxley, Kojima feels that third time's the charm but Moxley gets a high knee, tries the Paradigm Shift again but this time is countered by a short-arm lariat and a Koji Cutter. Both men trade blows, Moxley uses the ropes but runs into a Discus but roars back with a Rebound Lariat for 2, as Kojima rolls though it's straight into the Bulldog Choke that Kojima gets to the ropes to break.

Moxley rethinks his strategy by kicks to the gut, but he's caught and hit with Mongolian Chops, Moxley headbutts him away long enough to twist Kojima's charge into a rolling Paradigm Shift, Moxley gestures to the crowd, picks him up for the Death Rider for 3.

After the match Moxley shows his respect, bows to Kojima and looks to take a breather, but the music has changed.

The King

Minoru Suzuki

Crowd Roars alive as Moxley looks in disbelief, but the sound is real, the Kaze ni Nare is real and oh baby, Minoru Suzuki is Damn Real. Suzuki makes sure the crowd is ready, but they were born ready as Kaze ni Nare erupts from the building, Murder Grandpa vs Moxley II looks imminent as they stare each other down. Suzuki looks ready for a fight though, hitting Mox with a forearm, Moxley retaliates with the bleeding elbow, Moxley's blood only adds to Suzuki's scoffing as he returns fire, Suzuki goes for a big boot but Moxley laughs it off and goes for a Lariat, but Suzuki holds ground too, Moxley tries again but Suzuki locks him into the Rear Naked Choke, fading Moxley enough to hit the Gotch Piledriver and placing his foot over the prone Moxley.

We knew AEW were put in a corner when Tanahashi was unable to fulfill the planned match with Moxley, and major props to Kojima too for stepping up, Moxley definitely worked to show off Kojima's strengths in the match but not too much to feel like Mox was fully in danger, both men still had an ace in the hole. Mox's victory though only elevates Suzuki's arrival more for the crowd, giving the anticipated rematch time to build where Kojima's match could not.

AEW Women's Championship Dr. Britt Baker DMD (c) [w/Rebel 'Reba' Tanea & Jamie Hayter] def. Kris Statlander [w/Orange Cassidy] (Ref Stoppage Submission via Lockjaw) Statlander appeared in what looked a bit like a remodified version of her gear that she wore in her clunky title match with Nyla years ago, backed by the Best Friends in grey tracksuits (could be the lighting I think that was supposed to be 'space tracksuits'). Baker has added white to her gear and still has the crowd fully behind her, while Jamie also has a new baseball-ish shirt.

Wristlocks are traded to start the match, each switching by rolls or cartwheels, Baker rolls backwards to try and apply the Lockjaw but Statlander wriggles out and motions to a headlock, Baker pulls the hair to get Kris to release the hold and tries a sunset flip, but has to backtrack when Statlander tries her new 'Spider Crab' submission move she submitted Reba to on Rampage. Statlander motions to boop but Britt takes the arm to try and set up another Lockjaw, Statlander rolls out but Baker now motions DMD - which prompts Statlander to grab the arm and use it to boop Baker with her own hand. Shoulder tackle proves the Alien's strength, so Baker uses kicks and a headlock to try and cut her down, she whips her to the turnbuckle but Statlander remains composed and elbows her away, then doing a headstand on the turnbuckle to Mule Kick Baker away, Baker takes advantage of a slow climb to hit Statlander with a Draping Spinning Fisherman Neckbreacker and kicks Statlander out the ring. Hayter and Rebel look to stalk Statlander but OC struts up sunglasses half down with the most 'bruh' stare he can muster, Baker behind him looking confused as hell.

The pause does not disrupt Baker's momentum, her kick from the apron is caught, but she stomps on the hair so Kris lands face first on the apron. Baker assumes control with stomps, a suplex, forearms to the back of the head and then an Octopus hold, Kris powers back with strikes, driving Baker into the corner, running elbow and a running knee gets Kris going but Baker hits back with a Sling Blade, kinda scuffed the stomp attempt but it didn't look like it was meant to happen as Statlander hits the Fisherman's Falcon Arrow for 2. Short-arm Lariat hits once but not the second, as Baker weaves and contorts into a backslide for 2, a planted DDT follows as Statlander pulls an RVD-esque sell but that also only gets 2.

Baker looks annoyed at the hardcam, superkick to Statlander who's on her knees as Reba provides her with the glove. Baker toys with Kris with kicks to the head, but Baker catches the big Superkick and cracks Baker with a kick of her own, sets up the Big Bang Theory but Baker rolls up for 2, Statlander tries to recover with a corner charge but Baker hits the turnbuckle flatliner. She climbs up top, but Statlander recovers, this one was a light botch: Kris looked to go for a delayed superplex but Baker was falling back to the turnbuckle, so in an attempt to gain more leverage she leaned back too far and followed with the Superplex, Kris looked to have hurt her head a little but nothing drastic. Undeterred, Statlander tries the Area 451, but Baker dodges and prepares the Lockjaw, Statlander struggles enough though for Baker to transition to a Crossface, so Statlander lifts her up, eventually scrambling to an Electric Chair position for the Facebuster, Scissor Kick only gets 2.

Baker this time rolls out the ring, and avoids Statlander's Pendulum Moonsault - hard landing for Kris there - which allows Baker to hit a Stomp on the outside, using the steel steps to get some extra height. Baker seeks a countout win as Statlander's floored, OC though in a desperate move uncharacteristically removes his shades and shouts 'Stat! Get Up!' to will her back into the ring, Baker tries Lockjaw but Statlander rolls it into a Spider Crab. It...still doesn't look too great honestly, the setup needs more like a Powerbomb and it'd probably work better is the opponent was either lifted a little (like Shida's Fullmetal Muffler) or their head was backwards like a Boston Crab, regardless Baker frees a leg to kick Statlander away. Scraping kicks to Statlander's face in the corner draws the ire of the ref, who Baker shoves away to deal more stomps and gain some heat. Pittsburgh Sunrise (it's the Panama Sunrise but she's from Pittsburgh) gets a huge pop, 1, 2, No! Baker then hits the Stomp, 1, 2, No! Lockjaw then gets applied and the ref stops the match.

Really good match from these two. It wasn't much a doubt over whether Baker would retain but this was definitely a redemption of sorts from Statlander. Her last title match with Nyla didn't hit the mark and it did harm her momentum and confidence, but she came out here strong and very well received against the super-over Baker, Statlander lost nothing in defeat and proved she can deliver on PPV and be a future champion.

Andrade El Idolo interview segment Andrade was asked whether he was behind PAC's 'travel issues' which has delayed their much-anticipated match to Rampage, and Andrade pleas innocence because he was ready for a fight on PPV, he undermines PAC for being a smaller name compared to him as well and offers to pay for PAC's flight for Rampage to ensure the match goes forward. Chavo suggests that PAC is scared of Andrade and mocks the Lucha Bros for refusing their services.

AEW World Tag Championship Steel Cage Match Lucha Bros [w/ Alex Abrahantes] def The Young Bucks [w/Brandon Cutler] (pinfall by Pentat on Nick via Assisted Package Piledriver) - TITLE CHANGE!! Announcement that the tag titles are next drew a big pop as the cage descended. Interesting to note as well that Cage Escape is not a win stipulation. A live performance for the Lucha Bros with masked and robed dancers, the singers were quite accurate to how they sound on track so that was good, Lucha Bros arrived in Aztec headwear and then hilariously varsity jackets which did not clash at all, Alex though with the red suit. Under the jackets, Penta sports Mexico colours while Fénix has flames on his tights. A round of boos follow the Bucks' entrance, wearing some red at the front badges at the back thing which is somehow less in-your-face as past gears, they are flanked by Gallows in an Elite Shirt, Anderson in a Bullet Club shirt, Brandon in the obscured back in a zebra print tracksuit and Don Callis in a pink suit. Also god Nick what is that beard? It's like he's bleached the Hogan tache blonde but kept the rest of the beard, kinda like Scott Steiner but worse. Don joined commentary as well.

The match starts with throwing hands, but strangely the Bucks try to climb out the cage to start, which commentary does note confusion over. Fénix dropkicks them into the steel with the assist from Penta, some liquid tag team dodging still goes Lucha Bros' way with simultaneous corner Enzugiris, Nick looks to get an advantage by knocking away Penta but Fénix dropkicks him back into the steel, kicking Matt in the jaw as he did a turnbuckle headstand after his charge missed too. Fénix gets Matt's hand for a corner arm drag, but Nick has the same idea with Penta, they meet on the same turnbuckle so Fénix instead Rana's Nick, Lucha Bros remain firmly in control with the lower ass dropkick (they called it something but I didn't catch the first word) and then stereo superkicks, two throws head first into the steel and then a tackle should've been enough, but the Bucks moved out of the way for the fourth attack causing the Lucha Bros to land into the steel themselves.

The Bucks assume some control now, hitting the brothers with the corner-to-corner Double Stomp and Backstabber, a dropkick sandwiches Penta's head between Matt's boot and the steel, as he slumps in the small gap between the cage and apron, and then Fénix gets the same with a nasty landing from the powerbomb into the cage wall - Penta hit with a PK to keep him down. The Bucks posture as they find their groove, Matt choking Fénix with a chain while Nick continues to wear down Penta. They try to powerbomb Fénix again into the cage, but Fénix hurricanrana's Matt into the steel instead, Nick eats 2 Sling Blades and then Matt a Backstabber from Penta for 2, broken by Nick. Fénix then defies logic again, doing his usual setup for the flipping arm drag but this time using the cage wall to kick off and arm drag Matt instead of Nick, he rolls away from Nick's senton who runs into Penta's tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, their stereo superkicks though are avoided and kick each other instead.

Cutters are traded next, Nick to Fénix, Penta to Nick, Matt's to Penta was slick, Fénix's handspring though is scouted as they try to throw him overhead, but he lands on his feet and lands the Rolling Double Cutter. Penta lets Fénix hit a Superkick on Matt before hitting the Pentagon Driver (which Excalibur still calls Made in Japan, currentish IWGP World Heavyweight Champion Shingo Takagi's move - ish depending on if you're asking Will Ospreay or not) but it's only a 2. Fénix whistles to his brother like a dog to set up the Fear Factor, but Nick pushes Fénix into the cage and Matt flips out, Penta now in the Sharpshooter as Fénix has a nasty landing on the apron from a German Suplex. Commentary reminds that there's no rope breaks, so Fénix has to kick through Nick to get a kick on Matt to break the hold, now the Bucks use the Draping Swanton but it's only 2, Fénix tries fighting back, but the Bucks hit a double Superkick when he springs up, causing him to bounce off the cage wall again.

With Fénix in between, the Bucks do what looked more like a Fear Factor variant of the Indytaker, Nick dropkicking Penta on the tombstone so he can land a senton on Fénix, both cover each brother but only get 2 a piece. Crowd tries to will the Lucha Bros alive as the Bucks set Fénix up for the BTE Trigger, but like on Dynamite Fénix rolls away so the Bucks' knees clash instead, he tries a Springboard Crossbody but the brothers Jackson catch him, looking to set up the Meltzer Driver, but Fénix wriggles away, pushing Matt into Nick who rebounds off the cage, Matt low blows both of the Lucha Bros to disrupt their momentum with Callis noting that it's all legal.

More Bang For Your Buck's pinfall is broken at 2 by a Penta superkick to Matt, annoyed the Bucks now focus on the masks of the Lucha Bros and then Lawn Darts Fénix into the cage wall. Motioning to Cutler, Brandon throws a bag over the cage into the ring (would've been funnier if he failed the first time), Matt takes his shoe off and I blood left my face with flashbacks of Candice LeRae - and lo it was just that: the Thumbtack Shoe - a $5000 variation. Penta's already bleeding as Matt stalks Fénix, but Penta stands between Matt and his brother, taking the blow for him (cameras missed the impact though which was a shame), focusing on Penta now, Nick prepares to throw him headfirst into Matt's Tack Shoe, but Penta just about holds his ground to stop...but not for the second time, his mask 'stuck' on the tacks as Matt digs the shoe further into Penta's head and then Nick drives in with a Helluva Kick.

Penta's pooling with blood now as the Bucks prepare a BTE Trigger, but Fénix is standing up now, so they hit him with a tacked Superkick and a Poison Rana, BTE Trigger on Penta, 1, 2, NO! Fénix just reached out in time to break the count. Both Lucha Brothers are bleeding as Alex is willing the crowd on, Matt takes the shoe off to use it like a belt shot, but Fénix kicks it away, the Bird of War has come to life as he reverses Nick's back body drop into a Hurricanrana onto Matt. Matt's put on the turnbuckle and Nick's kicked away, Fénix spots the Tack Shoe and clubs Nick in the head with it, then Matt, Blackfire Driver! 1, 2, NO! Lucha Bros look for the Fear Factor, so Nick again tries to throw Fénix into the cage wall, this time though Fénix latches onto the cage wall, so Nick decides to climb too. Matt and Penta yank their opponent down, staring each other down and hitting stereo Package Piledrivers. Now Matt and Penta collide, they're up on the turnbuckle where Penta realises something: they've gone through this whole match without a Canadian Destroyer, and it's time to rectify that.

The Super Destroyer is not pinned though, all four men wobbling as they chop each other (at this point Penta's practically unmasked, only blood obscures his face), then they trade superkicks, a second round though leaves Matt the quicker foot and still standing, but Fénix kips up and knocks him with a superkick too, then Nick does that to Fénix, then Penta does that to Nick, and Matt and Penta double clothesline. Fénix and Nick fight next, Nick does a flip escape but Fénix rocks him with his Tiger Feint Rebound Roundhouse into Penta, Fear Factor! 1, 2, Matt breaks it up! Fénix gestures another top rope move but Penta tells him to think higher: the top of the cage. Fénix ascends the Cage's top looking for a massive Fear Factor finish, but just when they prepare, Nick superkicks Penta, and now he climbs the cage to meet Fénix, and runs into a PK back down. Cage Crossbody on all 3, assisted Package Piledriver, Fénix claws Matt away, 1, 2, 3!

The cage lifts as Penta celebrates with his kids before reconvening with his brother and Alex to celebrate at the ramp.

Jesus what a match, brutal and athletic. How can you underrate either team when they keep delivering bangers like this? Even though I bet against them I'm not at all upset with the Lucha Bros winning, if anything I only expected it because it paired in with the Andrade storyline - who had promised under him they would win the titles - and because I was hoping for Santana & Ortiz to win the titles at Grand Slam, which could still happen but I was kinda liking them as babyfaces. But the Bucks' reign ends, which means that it's new destinations for both teams, perhaps this will be an opportune time for AEW to use the pedigree of the Bucks to elevate another tag team like they have with Jurassic Express, or maybe even feud with Santana & Ortiz or the fractured Dark Order.

A recap of the matches reminds us that we've had some great matches so far, as we steel ourselves for the Women's Casino Royale.

Women's Casino Battle Royale Joker: Ruby Soho wins the Battle Royale First is the clubs, which begins with Hikaru Shida for a nice big pop, then Skye Blue - the Chicago native late addition replacing the injured Julia Hart - who gets another big hometown welcome, Emi Sakurai with butler Lulu Pencil and the Bunny are next, but Abadon with new hair and new gear makes the striking impression. I am confused though, didn't Nyla say she would start the Battle Royale? I felt like that was a thing in the build.

No friends in the ring for Shida, former teacher Sakura goes right for her but gets hit with a powerslam, Abadon and Bunny stared down but focused on Skye Blue as Shida got hit with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Shida sprawls too close to Bunny who shifts her focus on the former champion while Skye takes Sakura in a show of Ss. Both Skye and Bunny eat tilt-a-whirl backbreakers though as teacher and student don't see eye to eye, Abadon though sneaks up on them and scares both Joshi, aiming for the only women whose given her the L twice in her AEW career. Skye and Bunny take the centre stage as Skye tries to rally, only to be kneed by Bunny, Skye retaliates with a rope jump knee strike - dangerous territory as she poses unaware of Abadon, she survives the throw but not the boot, a row of boos as Chicago laments that one of their own was the first to be eliminated. Bunny then eliminates Abadon though to cheers, Abadon impressively landed on her feet, and hopefully she will not forget Allie's actions of As.

Allie takes her time before stomping Shida out of Emi's Romero Special, she tries to throw Emi but she resists and goes for Shida again, using a hair yank to throw Shida around. Double Underhook Backbreaker preludes the next suit: Diamonds. Anna Jay charges right for the Bunny for revenge as Kiera Hogan , KiLynn King, Diamante and Nyla come out. King tried to save Shida from Hogan, but real life girlfriend Diamante retaliates leading to them teaming up on the Dark standout. Nyla, Emi and Shida continue to duke it out, unable to take turns on who fights who as Anna and Bunny fight in the corner. Emi gets hit to the apron and seated by Diamante's failed chop block, allowing Shida to Baseball Slide both and eliminate her former mentor. Hogan is also eliminated by Nyla via an Enzugiri while she was sitting on the Turnbuckle, then sadly KiLynn King could not reignite past feuds with Nyla and is eliminated by her with a big clothesline. Shida hits the Willow's Bell on Diamante and locks eyes with Nyla, she tries to Rana but the Native Beast powers through and dumps the former champion in surprise fashion - fans booed it too, having a special handshake with Diamante to signify an alliance there.

Alliance did not last long as they determined to leave Anna and Allie to their assault of As, both Diamante and Allie have the advantage on opposite corners when Hearts are called. Thunder Rosa charges at lightning speed at Nyla, who calls a Time Out and gets a dropkick instead, Penelope Ford puts the disadvantage on Anna while Riho gets a nice pop from the crowd, Jamie Hayter comes in next and then Big Swole just as Riho hits Allie and Ford with a 619. Hayter zones in on the smaller opponent in Riho while Swole eyes her rival Diamante, Commentary incorrectly say Riho was eliminated by Hayter, even though she kicked the Joshi under the ropes - maybe something happened? - Swole eliminates Diamante with a diving headbutt but is thrown out by Hayter, allowing Diamante and Swole to continue brawling. Hayter then joins Nyla in fighting Rosa, but she fights back with charging dropkicks.

Spades are last and like a storm Tay Conti rushes to save her friend, hitting a Tay-KO on Allie as Red Velvet is called, spearing Hayter as Leyla Hirsch comes in, seeking a target to throw and finding Penelope. Jade Cargill's the penultimate name called as Leyla German's Nyla but runs into a strike by Jade, Rebel is the final Spade to assist Jamie on attacking Velvet. Penelope almost eliminates Conti by the turnbuckle, but Conti uses her core strength to sit back up, Rebel's feat of doing the splits in the middle of the ropes does not save her though, as she's prime target for Velvet's dropkick. Bunny follows, she dragged Anna with her to the apron but her kick was blocked, Anna's kick landed, but then Penelope's landed on Anna. Tay cannot boot Penelope over the ropes but the Leyla is eliminated by being Gorilla Pressed by Jade onto Anna and Bunny. Conti is whiplashed mid-rope by Ford, Velvet and Hayter in one corner, Jade and Nyla zoning on Rosa in the other, the countdown for the joker cannot be heard though because Chicago knows which woman they want to come out.

And they get it.

Ruby Soho with 'Destination AEW' on the back of her jacket, she comes for Jade first, staggering her with kicks, Nyla attacks next, staggering her with a headbutt, but Rosa uses Soho as a platform to Rana Nyla, both women eye up Cargill but Jade fights through, a nice pumphandle suplex from her on Soho preludes Conti doing her Three Amigas Judo throws, Ford lands on her feet for the third though as Cargill dumps Hayter out so she can face her first rival alone. Conti's attacks keep being countered by Ford, and she eats a hook kick to keep her floored, at this time Jade dumps Velvet out, but she posed too much and Nyla lobs her out, Rose herself surviving a double assault from Soho and Rosa as Conti uses a headscissors to eliminate Ford - only for herself to be blindsided on the apron by Nyla.

It comes down to Three; Nyla, Rosa and Soho. Soho and Rosa are fended off by Nyla, Tree Slam on Soho, Samoan Drop on Rosa, Nyla shifts attention to Soho and puts her in the Tree of Woe, but Rosa uses this to throw Nyla over, she holds on but cannot avoid the Shotgun Dropkick. Now it's Soho and Rosa, both women super over with the crowd as they trade chops, both are exchanging the same counters, so Rosa tries the Fire Thunder Driver, Soho escapes and tries her old Riott Kick, Rosa tries to reverse it but Soho turns it into a whip to get Rosa onto the apron. Rosa though goes for the slow DDT, but Soho holds onto the ropes in Skin the Cat fashion, leaving her stomach prone for Rosa to stomp. Soho manages to stumble Rosa, dodges a kick and staggers Rosa with a knee, Rosa's legs now dangerously close to ground, Soho tries a lift, then a German but Rosa then tries a DVD, Soho escapes, throws Rosa in the ring post, Gamagiri hits Rosa clean and eliminates her.

Oh JR, had to pull a WWE Dynamite and call her Ruby Riott XD

I...liked it? But it's not all I wanted from this Battle Royale. I hoped this'd be a platform to properly expand the Women's Division and set up multiple long-term feuds, instead we mainly retread on old feuds, but we also unceremoniously dumped out fan favourites like Shida, Riho and Skye Blue for little less than nothing, we also had the chance to better showcase Kiera Hogan, KiLynn King, Abadon and Jamie Hayter but had them eliminated by people with no real storyline connection or implication. I do hope Riho's okay because that elimination was wonky and must've been done due to an injury. I also didn't like how half of the eliminations is just 'I'm gonna pose in this obviously dangerous position I hope nobody blindsides me', we need to find new tricks.

The final two though was some good wrestling, happy for Ruby and she'll hopefully make a good fit for AEW

It's 10:30 and I have 4 matches still...yeep

If Chris Jericho Loses, he Retires Chris Jericho def. MJF (Submission via Walls of Jericho) A Y2J countdown gets the crowd going, but the tron doesn't erupt in Judas, instead it says 'Jericho's Last Match' and MJF's music hits. HEEL

That's all you can say until he comes out in kingly robes, without Wardlow surprisingly, getting in the face of fans and sporting new gear, no more plaits this time.

No Entrance Music for Jericho, instead there's Fozzy's guitarist playing the riff to will Chicago to sing along. Jericho in a biker jacket and his baseball bat Floyd as MJF stares daggers at him. An ad for Jericho's book preludes the match too.

Before locking up MJF adds heat by ripping up signs. A stalemate of sorts begin with traded shoulder tackles and hip tosses, Jericho's experience seems to be winning out when he prepares the walls, but MJF turns it into a cradle for 2. MJF and Jericho leave the ring, the veteran getting the advantage and tossing MJF into barricades, into the crowd they go as Jericho poses with a sign, but then back to ringside where Jericho dumps one of those queue rope holder things (sue me I don't know every word) right on MJF. Back in the ring MJF is dumped out again by a triangle dropkick, but he baits the baseball slide by trapping Jericho in the apron, he regains advantage by wrenching on the shoulder that was injured, taunting the crowd in between his attacks. Suplex gets 2 so he bites the fingers, second Suplex is countered allowing Jericho to chop, Bulldog and Backbreaker for 2, MJF goes back for the arm, stomps and hammerlock throws for 2, now MJF goes for chops, strutting like Flair and then gyrating, Jericho throws him over but MJF just counters with a Heatseeker on the apron.

Count Out is being threatened but Jericho gets in enough at 9, avoiding MJF's stomp, MJF gets a little too cocky and misses the Asai Moonsault - landed on his feet though - and then receives a Twisting Powerbomb on the apron. Back in the ring it's back to fisticuffs, MJF does an eye rake but misses the haymaker and gets hit in the back, Jericho looks for a top rope attack but lands into a one-legged Codebreaker for 2. The back attack from early delays MJF from lifting Jericho, allowing the Demo God the chance to try the Walls, MJF kicks him away but runs into a Shoulder Block, then a Lionsault - just to prove he can - but it's only 2. MJF is writhing as Jericho clubs him in the corner, 10 strikes looks to soften MJF for a Super Rana but he counters it into a Sit-Out Powerbomb, MJF still sells the back and the time allows Jericho to kick out at 2. He bites at Jericho next, sets him up for a Superplex but is pushed away, Flying Codebreaker only gets 2 for Jericho.

Out comes Wardlow, but Hager intercepts and brawls, the distraction is enough though for MJF to use Floyd the Bat to hit Jericho, MJF shouts Goodbye to Jericho and hits his own Judas Effect: 1, 2, 3? The bell rings but Jericho's foot is on the ropes, it takes a secondary ref to inform Aubrey and the Announcer so the match can resume. MJF is angry, he shoves Aubrey but she shoves back, allowing Jericho to roll up MJF for the 2 (nice call to when he technically won the world title from Triple H), MJF then cinches the Salt of the Earth, Jericho fights it into a rollup, just a 2, he scraps and claws at MJF and finally gets in the Walls of Jericho, MJF tries to crawl to the ropes but he's dragged to the middle and taps. The Inner Circle come to congratulate Jericho after.

So, they were never gonna retire Jericho like this, not with 4 losses and not when there's still mileage in fans singing Judas. Frankly, the feud went on too long, the Labors were decent but peaked at Nick Gage (sorry Juice and Wardlow) and it made no sense that MJF was a fifth labor because the labors were meant to be completed SO Jericho could face MJF. I guess it's 'just desserts' for the heel but now where does AEW's best heel go from here? He needs a solid win and so does his faction.

CM Punk def. Darby Allin (Pinfall via GTS) Next would be the one everyone was looking forward to, a Century Gothic Quote starts Darby's entrance as he hangs a body bag with 'Best in the World' from a Helicopter then jumps off of said helicopter. Sting gives Darby a fistbump and hug before letting him skate alone to the ring, a strong pop considering who he is facing.

And who he is facing is chanted at full volume as Cult of Personality is sang along louder than they sang Judas. Punk in the trousers gets to his knees, checks his watch and tells the world what they wanna know: It's Clobberin' Time.

Punk looks in great shape for the match as both opponents stare each other down, Punk even taking a seat to stare at him, both stand at the same time, like two predators ready for war. The bell rings to cheers as they lock up, Darby shifts his weight to roll Punk away, a surprised 'well okay then' smirks from Punk as Darby wins the first exchange. Darby knows to be hesitant with locking up, and his hesitation is well found as Punk uses his strength to shoulder barge Darby away. The third lock is controlled by Darby's hammerlock, every attempt to roll away doesn't deter Darby until he releases it for a roll up, not even 1 though as Punk elbows him down. Scoop Slam doesn't get 1 for Punk so he tries a headlock, Darby surprises Punk by using his speed to tackle him down, but on the second time he almost sets himself up for GTS, which Darby is quick and wise to stay well away from.

Leaving the ring, Darby takes a moment to get his head straight, he tries a hip toss but Punk is too strong, he manages the springboard hip toss though and rams his body into Punk's in the corner. He tries a hammer throw but it's countered and Darby does that nasty nasty spot where he goes through the turnbuckle and ricochets off the ring post. Punk rolls him in for just a 2, then focuses on the back with a stretch, when he reaches the ropes he stomps Darby and hits a backdrop but it's only good for 2, he stretches Darby again and counters his fight back with a Kitchen Sink and an Abdominal Stretch, then again with a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker and a chinlock before returning to the Abdominal Stretch. Darby soon regains momentum though, escaping the stretch long enough to hit his over-the-top stunner, Slaps from Darby keep Punk frazzled as he hits a springboard Coffin Splash and a roll up for 2, Punk tries GTS but Darby Sunset Rolls for 2 again, Darby's strike combo and then a Code Red for 2. Darby seeks the Coffin Drop, but Punk cuts him off and prepares for an Avalanche Back Drop, only for Darby to cleverly shift it into a Crossbody Splash for 2. Darby goes for a Jacknife Pin but Punk uses his core to crab up, twisting for a Backslide, he can't get all the way but he lifts him for GTS, hits it! But Darby's body sprawls out of the ring.

Darby answers the count at 9 to Punk's relief, before using his strength to keep Darby jaded, classic knee strike to the corner followed by a short-arm clothesline. He gestures for GTS, but Darby is limp, he takes time to lift Darby which gives him the time to elbow Punk's jaw, hammering it until Punk is on his knees. Punk rolls out the ring but gets hit with the Darby-patented Suicide Dive, then a Swanton from the top turnbuckle to the outside. He throws Punk in the ring and prepares to Coffin Drop, but not before drawing heat by gesturing GTS himself, he makes the jump but Punk sits up just in time! He soaks up his cleverness a little too much though because his confident shuffle to pin Darby is reversed into a pin by Darby for 2, so Punk holds on mid-kick out to lift him up for GTS, he gets the throw but Darby blocks the knee, Last Supper! 1, 2, No!

Leg Lariat floors Darby, but Darby gets his boots up in the corner, he climbs on Punk looking for a Poison Rana, but Punk shifts him and that's the GTS! 1, 2, 3!

Punk gestures 7 to the cameras to note that he's back after 7 years, Sting then comes out and shakes Punk's hand before both men tend to Darby. Darby staggers away to get up on his own and shakes Punk's hand too as Darby and Sting leave the ring for Punk to soak in. Punk gleefully takes a lap before joyfully leaving, letting the fans tell him which tunnel he's supposed to leave through.

It won't get 5 stars but this was still great fun to see, it was a moment more than it was a match, and it's good to see that Punk barely misses a step. Darby still looks strong too and we open much more new opportunities with Punk on the roster. The finish was a bit quick for me, but it was the right finish: it's Bret in Canada, you don't have Punk lose in Chicago...unless you want a riot that is.

Full Gear was promoted for November before the piss break.

Paul Wight def. QT Marshall [w/ Aaron Solo & Nick Comoroto] (Pinfall via Chokeslam) The Factory came out first, before Wight returned in a more clothed version of his usual singlet. Solo was thrown at Wight and dumped out the ring, Comoroto - not used to facing someone this bigger and this heavier than him - would also be dragged out the ring too.

QT's opening blows are nothing to Wight, who effectively destroys Marshall with chops between punches and standing on him. QT does get some momentum by using dropkicks, dropping Wight to his knees with a dropkick to the hip, his strikes are shoved off by Wight but a Shotgun Dropkick does floor the big man - enough for a 1 count at least which dumps QT out of the ring. QT tries the Diamond Cutter but it's shrugged off, Shoulder Block and a Back Body Drop keeps him down as Wight lifts Solo into the ring to chop him, Comoroto fares a little better after eating one Wight's punches, but is felled to a pounce, giving Marshall time to climb to the turnbuckle and land into a Chokeslam for 3.

At least it was over quickly, maybe could've been quicker. I dunno since the Cody feud demolished them the Factory are nobodies, which is a shame because Comoroto and Ogogo have great potential, they're just in the wrong spot. This wasn't a PPV match either, this was better a segment or a Buy-In 'match' and the Gunn Club turn had no influence on this in the end either, so meh.

Dynamite/Rampage Promo

Dynamite is promoted for next Wednesday and it's Moxley vs Suzuki booked! Mox then cuts a promo on Suzuki before the rest of the card is shown; Ruby Soho will have a segment to address her win and collision course with Baker, and Dustin vs Black as previously announced on Rampage.

Black cuts a promo too, inviting Dustin to get angry because it makes him prone to mistake, taunting Dustin with his past victories in the Codyverse so to keep him angry.

We also promoted PAC/Andrade on Rampage but it was just saying the match is on Friday.

AEW World Championship Kenny Omega (c) [w/Don Callis] def. Christian Cage (Pinfall via Avalanche One Winged Angel)

Christian comes out first with the Impact World Title around his waist, but Kenny goes more showy with Devil's Sky and tights reminiscent of his New Japan days and blue in his hair. When his name was called he danged the world title in front of Christian as commentary note how he's on the verge of surpassing Moxley's world title reign in days.

Omega tries a V-Trigger before the bell, but Christian dodges it and prepares a Killswitch that Omega escapes, wagging his finger and starting a shoving contest. Omega hits a rana but Christian regains control on the outside, throwing Omega in the barricade and then a jumping splash from the top turnbuckle. Omega is next to shift momentum though by reversing an Irish Whip that throws Christian up and over the steel steps, using Callis as distraction he pulls out a table to stomp onto Christian, cracking the furniture as Omega mockingly channels Urkel's 'Did I do that?'.

Callis sets up another table with Kenny, but the suplex is countered by Christian who suplexes Omega away from the table. Back in the ring Omega's dropkick is scouted as he lands back first on the floor, but he rakes Christian's eyes before he can capitalize and lands a modified sling blade for 2. Raking facelocks and chops are among the actions Kenny does to try and cut Christian's breathing, a Back drop draws Cage to the corner where he tries to use his feet to hide openings for Kenny, he gets to his feet and climbs to the turnbuckle, but Kenny just shoves him off back outside the ring.

Humorously, Kenny's initial attempt to Moonsault off the barricade leads him to slip on his ass, but the second one hits the mark and splashes Christian on the outside, it's only good for 2 though. Christian tries to fight through Kenny's assault, but he's thrown into the turnbuckle then hit with an Ushigoroshi for 2. Kenny looks to go up top but Christian cuts him off, Super Rana by Cage is clean but no space for a pin, instead they trade blows, Kenny throwing his weight to get the upper hand, he misses the corner elbow which allows Christian to start his 10 strikes, but at 4 Kenny sets up the OWA, so Christian wriggles out, pushes him back in the Turnbuckle and starts again. Christian's getting some speed on Omega, and almost has him in a Cloverleaf, so Kenny after trying to eye rake and pull hair loosens a leg and kicks him away, he sets up the You Can't Escape but Christian reverses the run up into a reverse DDT for 2.

Cage sizes Kenny up for a spear, but he runs into a Knee, Christian escapes the Tiger Driver and lands a Swinging DDT to set up the Killswitch, Kenny escapes and uses a Spinning Leg Lariat to send Christian in the corner; V-Trigger, Snap Dragon Suplex, Another Snap Dragon, he gestures the gun but Christian gives him the finger, so he gives Christian a third Snap Dragon and a V Trigger. Both men edge closer to Chekov's table, Kenny looking to German Christian onto, Christian holds onto the ropes so he tries a Snap Dragon, but Christian reverses into a Killswitch setup, which Kenny avoids by pushing Cage into the ring post, he looks for the OWA but Christian escapes by returning to the ring and a reverse neckbreacker, onto the apron and Christian spears Kenny into the table with venom.

Spear to the back and front gives Christian the 2 count, so he goes up top, Frog Splash falls into Kenny's knees but Christian's damage to Kenny's back prevents him from performing the Dr Wagner Bomb. 2 V Triggers land, Christian blocks the third to try and fight back, but Kenny hits another one, then a Rain Trigger! Calling back a lot of New Japan now. Kenny goes for the Tiger Driver but Christian escapes, taking Kenny down for a Cloverleaf - sensing danger, Callis motions to the ramp, and the Good Brothers comes down. As Callis distracts the ref, Christian fends off Anderson, but Gallow has him held against the rope for Kenny to attack, V Trigger obviously hits Gallows instead and Christian tries the Killswitch, Kenny escapes, Omega tries the OWA, Christian escapes, Killswitch attempts, Killswitch lands! 1, 2, No! That was a close 2 as well, very good timing.

As Christian sets Kenny on the turnbuckle Callis tries to sneak behind him, being chased away when spotted. Christian looks to set up an Avalanche Killswitch but Kenny rakes the eyes, sets up for OWA, and lands it, nobody kicks out and that's 3.

The Bucks come out wrapped up to celebrate with the Elite and beat down Christian more, Jurassic Express try to help but the numbers are too grand. Chants of Yes! come from the crowd but Kenny grabs a mic, telling them that nobody is on his level. Apt choice of words though; the only people who can beat him are either not here, already retired or already dead

The lights go out, and it's a Ghost! Britt Baker's Boyfriend! Adam Cole BayBay comes to the ring, ready to argue with Kenny about his case of being killed off of BTE, but then he shifts his focus and superkicks Jungle Boy!

Embracing the Bucks and getting a triple kiss, Kenny mocks the crowd for thinking that Cole, their good friend, would be their enemy. Cole then talks about how the Elite is now the biggest faction in the business and that nobody is going to stop them. Kenny happily says it's a happy ending and prepares his goodbye and good night, but before that even happens, another music hits.

Oh Yes. Yes. Yes.

It's Bryan Danielson, backing the faces, as they fend off the Elite, Danielson hits the Buisaku Knee on Nick before celebrating with Christian and Jurassic Express while Cole - thunder stolen - looks angrily on.

Well it's midnight and that's how you end a PPV. Kenny vs Christian was a decent enough match all things considered, it's hard to fill the boots of Kenny vs Hangman like we wanted, but we can be patient, we have brand new toys to play with after all. Some of the shenaniganry was a bit gimmicky especially since it was a little too similar to Jericho vs MJF, but we never really bought Christian beating Kenny here so it doesn't matter as much.

Conclusion Somehow I didn't feel as enthralled as I did for Double or Nothing, but I still felt like this was great. I think it bodes down to the whole 'higher highs but lower lows' argument; Wight/QT shouldn't have been there, the Women's Casino Royale could've been booked better for most of the women and MJF/Jericho needed a bit more oomph. On the other hand, can you really fault a PPV that just gave us debuts for Minoru Suzuki, Ruby Soho (oh right, she was the one I was spoiled on btw), Adam Cole BayBay and Bryan Danielson on the same night CM Punk, Darby Allin, Christian Cage, Kenny Omega, the Lucha Bros, the Young Bucks, MJF, Jericho, Miro, Eddie Kingston and Jon Moxley all competed in?

This may indeed be worth the 3-4 hours sleep I bet I'll get now, but with a backlog as long as my arm I need to sleep

Pro Wrestling is Great.

#aew #all elite wrestling #aew all out #all out 2021 #aew dynamite #aew rampage

[deans-mind-palace]

Nightcrawler

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: Jensen and you never got along well. But when a stunt accident almost caused him losing you, everything changes. What will Jensen have to say if you wake up?

Word Count: 2,182

Warnings: Description of an accident, Mean!Jensen, Angst, Fluff

Author’s Note: Based on this request. Anonymous: Can I ask a Jensen x fem!reader, where reader is an actress on spn. Jensen kinda hates her (like don’t like her). One day some stunt accident happens on set and reader goes in critical situation. Jensen gets very upset, stays with reader every time from ambulance till hospital. Goes crazy over the reader surprising Jared, Misha and other people on ser since everyone assumed he doesn’t like her. But he ends up confessing to reader at the end and alllll fluffy end?

It was late in the evening, but you had just arrived on the set for your shoot today. It was a night shoot, because the scene had to be shot in the dark outside on the studio grounds. It was a particularly important scene and you were late, so you hurried straight into make-up.

"Look who's late. Again." Jensen greeted you friendly as always. You rolled your eyes. "Mind your own business, Ackles." you were giving back before falling in the chair next to Misha. It was the seat furthest away from the blond actor. Misha sighed after you gave your best friend a quick hug. "I will never understand your hatred for each other." he muttered with a side glance at Jensen, who was now excitedly engrossed in a conversation with Jared and the make-up artist.

The truth was that you and Jensen didn't like each other from the very beginning. In your eyes he was an arrogant ass who looked good and was fully aware of that fact. In his eyes you were a bitch who couldn't understand a joke and was closed off. Neither of you had ever bothered to look behind the façade of the other one. Right on your first day on set you had argued so terribly that the shooting of the scene had to be stopped. When you were told a few weeks ago that you were to play Dean's love interest in the series from now on, the arguments between you had reached their peak.

"So, nervous about shooting tonight?" Misha ripped you out of your thoughts. You took a deep breath and tried to give him a halfway confident smile. "Oh, no. It's okay," you said. Misha saw right through you and gave you an encouraging smile. "I'll be okay. Don't worry about it." Further back you could hear the deep laughter of Jensen and Jared patted him on the shoulder in a brotherly way. You turned your eyes away when Jensen looked over.

A few minutes after your make-up was ready, a young personal assistant also walked into the trailer. "Ms L/N? We need you on set in ten," he reminded you. "Of course, thank you." you smiled. Then he looked at you nervously and fidgeted. Your eyebrows furrowed in wonder. "Can I help you with anything else?" you asked and smiled at the nervous student. "Err... No - Yes. Y-yes. I-I'm a big fan of yours. You're such a great actress and-" Jensen snorted in the background, for which you gave him a deadly look that made the young PA freeze completely, but Jensen was not the least bit bothered. You smiled reassuringly at the PA and granted him his wish for a selfie, then he led you to the set and lectured you for a few more minutes on how great he thought you were. You smiled and nodded from time to time, but you were far too nervous about the upcoming shoot to really listen to him. He didn't seem to notice that.

The spotlights were already set up and radiated the dark area. Cameras were flashing and the car was ready.  It was time for the shoot. A bit away, Jensen sat in his chair and watched the action. Technicians hurried across the set. Cameramen were changing settings and the director gave final instructions for the scene.

"Everyone to their places, please!" shouted the director and clapped his hands. You took off your bathrobe and swallowed before stepping on your green mark. Immediately the director approached you. "You ready, Y/N?" he asked you. "This is an important and difficult scene. You must be ready for it because we only have one car, the next one would have to be delivered first." You nodded, unable to put your doubts into words. You wanted to appear professional, damn it! "All right, you know how the scene works? You're standing on the marker. The car, possessed by a demon, is going to race towards you, but you jump aside at the last second because you lure it into a trap and it crashes into the wall behind you. All right?" he went over the sequence of the scene with you again. "Yes." Your voice sounded uncertain, but he didn't seem to notice. "Fine, let's do it." He turned away.

"Light? "Check." "Camera? "Rolling." "Silence on set, please. Scene 17, Take 1. Go!"

As soon as the engine of the car in front of you stuttered to life, the sweat broke out on your forehead. Your fingers trembled, but it appeared as if it was part of your acting. You swallowed and your fingers clenched into fists. "Come on!" you shouted to the possessed car. "Come and get me!" The headlights of the car flickered and it roared a couple of times on the spot. The radio turned up loud and AC/DC's 'Highway to Hell' came out of the speakers, before the tires screeched and spun, and then the car started moving rapidly. Now it was getting serious. When the car crossed the green line, you had to jump to the side onto the green mat.

But the car approached the green line relentlessly and you were frozen like a deer caught in the headlights. Literally. When it reached the green line, you couldn't move a muscle. Immediately, panic broke out around you and the last thing you saw were Jensen's green, wide-open eyes filled with panic before the car hit you.

Suddenly everything happened very quickly. You felt a stabbing pain shoot through your legs as you collided with the bumper. Immediately, you were hurled over the hood, bounced over the roof and hit the ground. Blood ran from your hand and forehead where you had been smashed into the glass. Pain shot through your entire body, then everything went black.

For a split second there was complete silence on the set, then hell broke loose. The director instructed everyone to stay calm, an ambulance was called, but Jensen didn't notice the chaos around him. His gaze was locked on your motionless body as if in a trance. Then he jumped up and started running. Kneeling on the ground, he slid towards you. You had lost consciousness and blood was running from the cuts on your hands. His fingers trembled as he brushed the locks of hair from your face. He would have loved to lay your head in his lap and watched over you until the ambulance arrived, but he knew there was a chance the fall had broken your spine. Your face was pale and smeared with red crimson.

Suddenly he heard yelling in the background. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Misha rushed out of the trailer followed by Jared and ran towards Y/N. Jensen held your bloody hand and stroked your forehead. Your breath was very shallow. He paid no attention to his panicked friend at all. All his attention and concern was only for you. As if in shock, his gaze kept wandering over your wounds. His breathing trembled and with every breath he had the feeling that his chest would burst. Should it end like this? You dying in front of him? Never again your cheeky comments or your bickering in the morning when you arrived late on set again? Would he never be able to make you coffee with too much sugar purposely, because he knew how much you hated sugar in your coffee? Or would he never ever listen to your complaints you always made when you were getting your hair done next to him and he just rolled his eyes? Would he never see the sparkle in your eyes again when a day of shooting was successfully completed? Or would he never feel the joy again when he saw you again after a long break in shooting, even though he would never admit it? A lump formed in his throat and he swallowed. Next to him Jared moved Misha away.

Suddenly, turmoil broke out again. The ambulance hurried to the set and immediately bent down to you. Jensen did not hear their words. But the doctor ordered two paramedics to lay you down on the stretcher. "Sir, you have to let go of her hand now," One of the paramedics told him. "N-no." Jensen shook his head violently. "I-I can't leave her alone." The very thought filled his stomach with nausea. His voice croaked. "I ask you only once more, Sir." But Jensen made no move. Suddenly, Jared grabbed him from behind and pulled him away. Jensen tried to fight back, but he was afraid to cause you more damage. "No! I can't leave her, Jared," he yelled in panic and tried to free himself from the iron grip of his best friend. "Sssh. It's okay, Jensen! It's gonna be okay! They're taking her to the hospital now," Jared explained calmly. But Jensen didn't take his words seriously.

"Let me be with her," Jensen pleaded. "Okay, it's okay, Jay. I'll take you to the hospital." Jensen shook his head. The paramedic cleared his throat because he felt sorry for the distraught man. "Family members are allowed to ride in the ambulance, so..." Even before he had finished the sentence, Jensen had already started running. Shoulder shrugging, Jared looked at the Doctor. "I'll catch up with my friend." He nodded at Misha, who was beside himself. The doctor nodded.

In the car, Jensen had already taken your hand. Gently he stroked the skin with his thumb, careful not to touch any of your wounds. The paramedics put you on all kinds of tubes and you still weren't conscious. Jensen got sick at the sight of all the wires running into your body. All the needles they stuck under your skin. Suddenly the ECG kicked in and your heartbeat started beating flat. "Fractures of the ribs 11 to 12. Craniocerebral trauma. Multiple contusions and a broken leg. Also some superficial lacerations." explained a paramedic. " Her condition is critical. She has sustained severe head injuries and internal bleeding cannot be ruled out. A hematoma is probably already forming. She must go to the O.R. immediately for a trepanation." The paramedic's gaze was serious as the ambulance reached the hospital. The doors of the ambulance were ripped open and the stretcher was taken out. Immediately, the paramedic informed the doctors and nurses of your state of health.

You were immediately taken to an operating room and Jensen was asked to take a seat in the waiting area. He wandered up and down nervously. Soon Misha and Jared arrived. Y/N's family would not arrive in Vancouver until tomorrow afternoon. So you had no family. A few hours later, one of the leading doctors arrived. "Gentlemen. Ms. L/N made it through the operation in good shape. We had to stabilize several fractures with screws and drill a hole in her skull to give the pressure room to dissipate." Jensen went pale. Jared pulled him into the seat next to him so he wouldn't faint. "It'll be a few more hours before she wakes up. She is now under the influence of strong painkillers, but you may see her now," the doctor explained. He gave the room number.

Jared came into the room with a cup of coffee for Jensen. Misha had gone home several hours ago to meet Y/N's parents in the afternoon. But Jensen had not left your side. Jared supplied him with coffee for the third time already and yawned tiredly. It was already 8 a.m. and they hadn't slept all night. "I'm leaving now, Jay. And you should rest too. She's fine. They'll let us know when she wakes up." But Jensen didn't answer. Jared put the coffee on a small table and left the room. Jensen sat by your bed and had trouble keeping his eyes open. The constant beeping of the ECG lulled him in and calmed him down.

When you woke up, your whole body felt numb. The painkillers clouded your mind and you didn't know where you were for a moment until it all came back to you. The accident.

You looked around the white room until your eyes fell on a blond mop of hair. Jensen's head was on your bed. His hand in yours. He had pressed his forehead against your hand in his sleep. Worry overshadowed his sleeping face. You were surprised. Gently you released your wired hand from his grip and stroked his cheek. At once he blinked and jumped up. "Y/N! You are awake! Oh, thank God!" You saw his eyes shimmer with tears of relief. "I thought I had lost you," he said and his voice broke. "Jensen, it's all right," you muttered reassuringly. He nodded, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When they opened again the green sparkled intensely.

"Y/N. I'm sorry for what I did. I was an ass. I want to apologize for all this. I acted like an idiot because I didn't know how to handle it, but -" He took a deep breath. "The truth is, I love you, Y/N."

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I’m sorry...ch.3

A/N: yall we are nearing the end of this tiny series! UwU I didn’t think people would like it.

Warnings: angst, mentions of Kylo forcebonding with Rey, General Hux slaps Reader, pregnancy (?)

Pairings: the usual

It had been exactly 9 months since the wedding, since Y/N and Kylo became husband and wife. Everything was fine for awhile.

And then he started training with Snoke again. Then the Force bond with Rey started.

She could feel him pulling away from her more and more every day, the darkness inside him was taking over and she grew afraid of him.

Y/N wished she had never left her father, she missed him terribly not only was her husband Force bonding with Rey but he was sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness. But how could she leave now? She looked out into the training room watching Stormtroopers train when a sudden kick coming from her tummy pulled her out of her thoughts. Y/N stroked her swollen belly softly and looked down as she did so. She was now eight months pregnant but she looked like she had swallowed a small watermelon. No one except for Snoke and Kylo knew that she was pregnant. Kylo said it was for the safety of both her and their baby that the less people knew the more safer she was. Y/N pulled the warm cloak around her tightly enough to cover her belly. The blast doors hissed opened and Y/N turned to see General Hux standing a few feet away from her.

"Hey Tij" she said softly. He had a stony look on his face, his green eyes cold and hard. Y/N wanted to prod his mind to find out why he was looking at her that way but he beat her to it.

"I know." Was all he said. Her eyes widened with both fear and shock. A scream rose to her throat but she swallowed it.

"How-" but he cut her off. He held up a folder which she instantly recognized as her health records.

"I should had known," he hissed angrily and opened the folder, "I've seen the way you look at each other like you have some DIRTY secret. You stopped drinking wine at dinner months ago, you go for routine checkups every month. You're hormonal and sick all the time and you're always wearing that stupid cloak."

Y/N lowered her eyes avoiding his angry gaze. Her bottom lip began to tremble.

He slowly walked towards her until he was close enough to touch her. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you Y/N..." Hux said in a low dangerous tone. She looked up only for him to slap her. Hard enough to make her stumble over. Y/N felt her cheek burn already his angry handprint marked her face.

"Have you gone mad?!" She cried out. Y/N was holding on to her stinging cheek a look of shock plastered on her face.

Hux ran a hand through his hair in frustration, "No not mad Y/N but I fear you will drive me to it. You could have been smart enough to use protection but no you chose to get knocked up by that stupid man!" Y/N stood up and shed the cloak from her shoulders revealing her pregnant belly without a care in the world now.

"I didn't choose to get pregnant to annoy you Armitage! I chose to have a baby for Kylo and I because this child is the product of our love, why are you so mad?"

Hux grabbed her by both of her wrists and pulled her to him, "Because you chose him over me! You knew I loved you yet you ran off and married him when I could have given you more!" Then to her surprise he kissed her. His kiss was not angry or rough but sweet and gentle and then she kissed him back. Their hearts fluttered against their chest and all of their anger sizzled out of them. They pulled away and looked into each other's eyes, "Why didn't you tell me how you felt?" Y/N whispered.

He closed his eyes and shook his head, "I saw the way you looked at him and I knew you only saw me as a friend. Leave him."

Y/N frowned, "What?"

"Leave him Y/N! Let me take care of you and your child....a child I am willing to raise as my own." Her jaw dropped and tears filled her eyes. At that moment then last doors opened again and both of them looked over. Kylo was staring at both of them, the rage inside him grew when he saw a handprint on Y/N's face along with her water e/c eyes. Hux let her go and Kylo calmly walked over to her and placed a hand on top of her belly, "Love of my life are you alright?" he asked. She looked over at Hux and said, "I'm fine..." Kylo kissed her cheek, "Go back to our quarters we'll talk there." Y/N looked at Hux one last time and walked away. As soon as the blast doors closed behind her, Kylo threw Hux across the room hitting the control panels.

"You lay a hand on my wife one more time and that will be the last time you have hands" Kylo roared. Hux's eyes widened but didn't say anything instead he watched him go.

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"Do you care about her Ben?" Y/N said as soon as Kylo walked into their quarters. He was confused, who was she talking about?

"What?"

"Rey. Do you care about her Ben?" Her voice began to crack. The room went quiet the only sounds that could be heard were Y/N's sniffles.

"Y/N-" but she walked right past him bumping into him in the process.

"I don't care about her!" he shouted following her into their bedroom.

"Oh don't lie to me Benjamin Organa Solo! I saw you two the other night, holding hands practically kissing!" she shouted back. Y/N was crying hard now. Kylo stood back like she had just slapped him.

"She means nothing to me Y/N!"

"Bullshit Ben that's bullshit and you know it!" She sank on to their defeatedly, Y/N covered her face with her hands and cried. "I don't want to do this anymore..." Kylo froze. Did she just say what he never wanted to hear from her?

"What?" he said quietly. She removed her hands from her face and answered, "I wanna go home. I miss my father. I miss him and it hurts me he will never know his grandchild."

Kylo sat beside her and hugged her, "I'm frightened" she continued "You're going down a path I can't follow Ben...don't do this...please I'm begging you. Let's go home together..."

He didn't say anything for a long time he just stroked her hair kissing her every now and then.

"But I'm so close to achieving what I've been dying to do...stay with me Y/N. Please...don't leave me. Don't go."

She loved him. She loved him with all her heart and he loved her back so in the end, how could she leave?

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