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cambrinkisbae · 10 days

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*•♡never be like you pt 2 ♡¸.•*'

nika muhl x cheerleader!reader

"I am an architect, I'm drawing out the plan. its like 17, nobody understands "

word count - 2.6k

themes :

-slow burn

-comfort

warnings :

-toxic rls

-mentions to wet dreams

-cursing

a/n - I'm posting this today because one its my birthday and two I didn't want to starve you guys for longer than three days...

the amount of stress I had walking home was unremarkable. I had been staying at farah's dorm for a couple days. she already had a bed ready and made for me to sleep in once I texted her that I didn't want to be around Asher. I always kept a good amount of clothing there too so that I wouldn't have to take a trip to my apartment and deal with the millions of interrogations I would get from my boyfriend about where I was. the thought of seeing Farah completely cleared my brain and kept me calm until I walked off campus and began walking home. the door was locked. he never locked the door. I tore up my backpack looking for my keys but still couldn't find them. I kept on knocking on the door while searching for my keys before the door finally opened. there Asher was with his hair messed up. I took a moment to actually look up and look at his skin. his lips looked puffy, and had a red tint. more red than usual. his eyes were almost bloodshot.

"where were you huh? out with another guy?" he said while leaning on the door frame, already flexing his fists. I bit at the inside of my cheek, not being able to form words. its not like I was out with anyone other than Farah but I knew that no matter what I said, he wouldn't believe me. I held my breath and looked down at the floor while fidgeting with my rings. his hand rose up to my chin, grabbing onto hit and forcing me to look in his eyes. "fucking answer me." a couple tears started to well up in my eyes. I slowly swallowed the huge lump in my throat and croaked out the truth. "I was with Farah. no one else." his grip tightened around my skin before his other hand wrapped around my wrist, dragging me into the apartment. he snatched my bags out of my hands and tossed them in my room. the door slammed behind us before he took me into his room. "don't lie to me y/n. I know you are" his eyes were sinking into my soul every second that passed while our eyes were locked. I finally almost felt his grip loosen and the moment I thought it did, I attempted to rip my hand out of his grasp but he held onto me tighter. "asher can you please let go of me." I said, squirming my wrist back and forth as it turned red. this was the last thing I need right now.

right before I thought he would continue to pull at my wrist, he let go. tossing my wrist back at my side. a long relieved sigh was let out while I turned around to hide the couple of tears fell down my cheek. I sniffed in the small string of snot that was slowly falling from my nose and kept my face hidden.

"come here." Asher cooed while resting his hand on my waist. the light in his room was dimmed. the curtain were still open but barely let any light in since it was starting to get dark. before I spun around to look back at him, I reviewed how the room looked. it was mainly clean except for a couple pieces of clothing on the floor next to his bed. his bed had ruffled sheets and a comforter that was hanging off the side of the bed. I raised my eyes up to see that the closet door was almost closed and when I looked hard enough, I saw the white sclera of a girls eyes. my stomach dropped while she shut the closet door fully. Asher was only trying to turn me around so that I wouldn't see the naked girl hiding from me. as fun as it would be to call him out and slap both of the people across the face, I pretended that everything was fine. I let one more tear fall down my face while I turned to face asher's blue eyes. the man I was looking at right now was the one that always wondered if I was out getting fucked by another man. the man that couldn't keep away from me when he thought another mans hands was on me. the boy that told me if I was with anyone else, he'd kill me. when the entire time. it was another girl I should've been worrying about.

ashers knuckle dragged across my under eye, wiping the few tears off of my skin. he wiped the tear of his skin tight compressed shirt and then wrapped his arms around my waist, pretending to comfort me and care about me. I could tell that he was staring at the closet, hoping this girl wouldn't come out. yet he still acted like his eyes were facing my back, with his head down. he held me there in his arms before leading me onto his bed, stroking my hair. if he was going to cheat on me then I would just accidentally think it was Nika twirling my hair in her fingers. Nika who was rubbing my back. Nika. muhl, who was letting me fall asleep on her chest. I fell asleep with my makeup ruined like always but at least I didn't thing it was Asher who my dried mascara was falling on.

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the first thing I did when I woke up was check my phone. I ignored the fact that Asher was probably driving this random girl home while I laid on the bed she enjoyed my boyfriend on. when I opened my phone, I saw an Instagram notification.

nika.muhl started followed you

nika.muhl liked your post

damn. I mean at least it wasn't all of my posts.

i I actually unlocked my phone and texted Farah what happened last night. she called me within a second and all I could do was cry.

"hold on I'm coming to pick you up. grab asher's wallet."

farah took no time to drive over to my apartment and pick me up. she knocked on the door gently before stepping in once realizing that it was unlocked. I was still laying in asher's bed, tears soaked up my pillow case. I was wrapping myself around the blankets that was covering his body last night to try and find a sense of comfort. Farah been standing in the door way for a good amount of time before peeling me off of the mattress and standing me up in front of her. I refused to make eye contact until she raised my chin up with her finger. "listen to me. you are going to get through this. he's a cunt and I know you don't want to be with him. don't pretend like you do." she said sternly while wiping the few tears that fell down my skin. "cmon. lets go get coffee or something?" Farah wrapped her hand around my own, leading me out of the room.

for the first time in forever, I didn't even take the time to brush my hair or put on mascara or even change clothes. I just walked out the door, looking like I got hit by a bus, while being dragged to a coffee shops down the street by my best friend. she sat the two for us down at a table right next to the window. I felt a little breeze of cold air run through my hair each time the door next to us opened and closed. it was that hour that people would be coming inside for something to eat before classes. I swirled the stirring stick in my coffee,barely being able to take a sip.

obviously it hurt for Asher to manipulate me and act like I'm in the wrong. but its always been like that. it was always expected of him and I just got used to it. what I never thought he'd do is cheat on. especially when its all he thinks of me when I'm gone for more than 5 minutes "a cheater." the moment I locked eyes with that girl, all my emotions faded away and I was so lost I could even figure out who it was. but now that I'm thinking about it and remembering the moment. she had dark eyes. a taller yet thinner figure than my own. even with her hair disheveled across her head, I could see that it was darker, longer. I nearly spit out my coffee at the realization. he was sleeping with my second closest friend in the entire world. if Farah wasn't there to hold me (which she usually was) it was Natalie who would pull me in and kiss my forehead as if I'm a kid who scraped her knee. he was fucking Natalie Barlowe.

just a I was about to stand up and march to Natalie's house, Farah placed her hand on my shoulder mid setting down our breakfast. "woah woah what happened?" she gently pressed my shoulder down so that I would be seated.

"i-it was Natalie." - I choked out - "in the closet Farah. it was Natalie."

i felt my all my blood warm around my heart, almost squeezing it along with my lungs. I dipped my head down in my arms, pressing my now sweaty forehead on the ceramic table. the cool surface felt nice against all the heat that bubbled up in my head. hot tears fell down my eyes and I swear I could each and everyone of them splashing on the table beneath me. Farah's hand lurked up my back and slowly began rubbing back and forth. my back occasionally hitched up as more silent sobs left my mouth. I've felt this pain before and I never thought I would have to go through it again but here I am. Farah slowly slid into her own seat while trying to raise my head up to look at me. this time I wouldn't budge. not until I felt farah's hand leave my back to lift my body up and wrap her arms around me. still not letting my face into the public, my nose was dug into her shoulder while I continued to sob. once all the tears (for now) were emptied out, I pulled my head away from Farah's shoulder revealing my extremely puffy and red eyes. I quickly wiped a little bit of snot away from my nose and sat back down. I took a small bite out of the sandwich Farah bought for me. at this point I had no choice but to act and feel numb. I didn't smile but I didn't frown.

there was the breeze again. for some reason I felt the need to look at who was walking in the coffee shop now. to my surprise, it was Paige, Nika, and Aaliyah. I'm guessing they were trying their best to spend some time together before Nika and Aaliyah leave. once me and Paige's eyes locked, she sent over a small wave followed by her walking up to me and Farah's table. I looked away as fast as possible, covering my face with my hands, pretending to be asleep as if Paige didn't already see me shoot her a 'hey what's up' look.

farah was beyond confused by the fact that three star athletes from UConn were coming up to the two girls. I kept my head down, trying to dry some of my tears before someone could ask what's wrong with me. that's when I felt a tap on my back. "hey?" God that voice. I slowly lifted my head up and turned to see the 5'11 brunette standing above me. I felt my breath hitch and get stuck in my throat when I tried to speak. I cleared my throat and put my hand on Nika's, which was still resting on my back. I let her hand fall off of my hoodie but she kept a concerned look on her face. she tilted her head, using her eyes to ask me what happened. I had the idea of pulling her to the bathroom and explaining everything but that would awkward for almost everyone around me. Paige and Aaliyah quickly picked up a conversation with Farah, making her turn red out of embarrassment. I almost reached over to grab Nika's hand when she turned around to look at the people in this hop, I thought she was about to leave to buy a drink or something. I don't know why I was so freaked out by that thought. her hair flipped right back around when my finger grazed her hip after her hand. the way her eyes darted to mine sent a shock through my body and I swear the shop went silent.

as much as Asher hurt me, staring into Nika's eyes made me forget everything about. when I was with Nika it was like "who's asher?"

nika gave me a reassuring pat on the top of my hand, almost like she was letting me know she wasn't going anywhere no matter what. I looked behind me to see Farah sending me a 'save me' look but before I could barge in on whatever Paige was talking about, I blurted it out. "hey Nika do you want to go to a concert with me and Farah?" I have no idea why the fuck I did that but the good thing is I did.

"what?"

"what?" Nika and Farah said in unison. Nika's face almost lit up while Farah's slightly dropped. not with anger though, thank God. Nika's eyebrows furrowed towards her eyeballs while she scratched the back of her neck. "I mean-" she looked up at me then at Paige and then at aaliyah. they all gave her reassuring looks, telling her that she should go. "fuck it I guess. what day?" Nika pulled out her phone and opened the calendar app, getting ready to put down the date. Farah spoke before I could, "April 18th!" Nika quickly typed down the date and then shoved her phone back in her pocket. obviously I was fucking thrilled that Nika was coming with but how has she said yes when she doesn't even know who shes seeing? whatever. the only thing that mattered right now was the fact that one; I wouldn't have to deal with Asher at Olivia Rodrigo's concert and two; nika would be right next to me.

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me, Farah, Paige, Aaliyah, and Nika decided to just hang out together while we ate breakfast instead of sitting at different tables. I took that moment to fill everyone in on what happened, not that I should've been getting so close and personal with them but...I now deem them as my new group of people to trust. because apparently teammates aren't reliable. we all said our goodbyes before walking back to campus in different directions. me and Farah spent the walk debriefing how I very clearly had a crush on Nika muhl and that the concert would be a perfect opportunity to make a move. a second one that is. Farah kept on nudging my shoulder and poking ta my stomach while smiling proudly.

"I can't believe you actually did that and she said yes like holy shit!" this entire morning made me completely forget about what happened the night before. and this time it didn't creep up on me thirty minutes later. I actually didn't care about it for a whole day. of course the next day was still difficult, I had completely started bunking at Farah's place until I had the confidence to just ditch Asher. he didn't deserve my presence anyways so I packed my shit and ditched.

farah was probably the most supportive person to breath, and not even just because shes my best friend I mean she will support anyone and everyone. whether they've done her wrong or not. sometimes it worries me how forgiving she is but then again we just had a breakfast buffet under asher's name so...

when we were back at her place, I plopped myself dramatically onto her bed while spreading my limbs about. the only thing I could manage to picture in my head was Nika. I cannot believe I'm actually going to a concert with basically a stranger. she never struck me as the type to go out on such short notice with someone like me. I pulled out my phone from my pocket and began to mindlessly scroll on Instagram, looking for something to actually be interested in that wasn't day dreaming about nika. of course she just had to slide into my DMS right when I'm trying to not think of her. the text popped up at the top of my screen and I felt my heart drop. I was already active so there wasn't any possibility of me ignoring her message. Hey. This is y/n right? I read the message and constipated what to say for way longer than I should've. shes just asking if I'm myself. am I myself? yes. yeah I totally am. hiii, yes this is y/n! I texted back while my thumbs almost shook.

we ended up talking all night I feel embarrassed to say it but I am fully head over heels for this basketball player now as if I would ever have a chance when so many other people have probably made moves on her by now. but then again why would she spend 4 hours texting me about anything and everything. our conversations alone made me happier than I had been in the past 2 weeks and I had just met this girl. no one has had this effect on me since high school and to be honest I've missed the feeling.

when I finally turned my phone off I looked up to see Farah standing next to me like a mom catching her kid playing a video game after bedtime. she had her hands on her hips and smug smile plastered on her lips. "who's got you kicking your feet huh?" Farah knew exactly who it was but of course she shoved the name out of my mouth. Farah laughed so hard she was on the brink of tears when she came back up for air. that's when I noticed she had her phone aimed at me, sitting on her bed with my feet in the air kicking back and forth. that's going to be posted in no time. I quickly rolled over to hide the fact that I was having the time of my life crushing on this girl. and as much as I tried to hide it, I get red when I think about her and when shes anymore in my vicinity.

i spent the entire night staring at the ceiling dreaming about how on earth I would try to actually have Nika love me if that was even possible. and of course when I fell asleep the first thing I dreamed (the only thing) was what the night would be like after the concert. what we would do after. if we made it back to a hotel or just drove home. maybe stopped at a gas station or any parking lot. talked for a little bit. maybe about the concert then maybe about how badly I wanted my lips against hers. but hey that's just a what if. and just a dream. so when I woke up in the middle of the night I had to gaslight myself into believing it in fact was going to happen just so that I could sleep peacefully without another wet dream about Nika muhl.

#nika muhl #basketball #uconn wbb #uconhuskies #lesbian #nika muhl x reader #nika x reader #paige bueckers #never be like you

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onyourowndaisymae · 10 months

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Hey Daisy, congrats on 500 followers!! Whoo🎉

So I'd like to request prompt #6 "I win" with Solomon x reader (if gender is mentioned/needed, please write it for gn/f reader). I thought it would be perfect for a scenario with him and mc doing some practical sorcerer training stuff and mc ends up playfully challenging him to a duel. Sol accepts with a knowing grin, and he fights mc with confidence, but mc also doesn't plan on going down easily (just so they can wipe that shit eating grin off Sol's face)... Eventually they end up in an intimate position with him on top of mc, both of them breathing hard. Mc can't help blushing at the closeness, so he smirks down at them and goes "I win"... (in my mind, they have a pre-established relationship here, so this could lead to nsfw-ish stuff, but not necessarily)

I'm down bad for this man😩 If you have another idea, it's totally fine, just thought I'd try to share what's in my head😆 Thanks in advance💙

in your defense-- you are a fantastic fucking sorcerer. the power you wield is enough to subdue seven of the most powerful demons in the devildom without breaking a sweat. your untamed abilities almost caused the collapse of all three realms. you are a fire, a force to be reckoned with-- a legend, dammit!

so, then... how did you end up pinned to the ground, out of breath, and thoroughly beaten in a duel you started?

well. the training had started like any other-- spell demonstrations, potion making, boring sorcerer lessons that eventually made both of your concentrations slip. you were feeling hcompetitive and riled that day. no more spellbooks, solomon, c'mon, let's do something interesting! and today, your lovely boyfriend was feeling (in the mood to fucking lose) generous, and took you up on an offer for a "friendly duel".

"friendly" probably wasn't the word to describe what ended up happening. it started as such, with a few playful spells being tossed back and forth, but soon solomon's taunts got the best of you. your spells became more pointed as time went on, and his rose to match your intensity.

sparks (literally) flew as you shot spells at each other. one of yours made solomon's cape flip over his face (and wrap around his neck... maybe that one was a little mean). a spell of his knocked you flat on your ass a few feet back. that smug ass grin on solomon's face made you fight harder-- how was it that his skill dwarfed your own so thoroughly?! you'd been working tirelessly for months on your craft, and yet he was able to run circles around you, able to fight back while laughing.

the real frustration came when he started dodging your attacks, even going as far as to throw himself on top of his work desk so you wouldn't hit him with knockback spell. fine. if that's how it's going to be, then he could certainly be dragged closer then, hmm? you recalled a spell you learned when studying with satan for exams, and cast it, with the intent of drawing solomon to you like a magnet.

what you lack in technical knowledge, you make up for in power. solomon's body flung itself towards you, bowling both of you over in a tangle of limbs and panic.

silence. the room is void of all sound except the steady pants of exertion as you two catch your breath. solomon is glued to you, with his body having been intertwined awkwardly with you at some point while falling, and now he has you pinned underneath him. his face hovers close to yours as his gray eyes flit around to try to understand what has happened.

then, he smirks.

"someone's a sore loser," solomon breathes, watching each bashful twitch in your expression as you realize this situation was, in fact, your fault.

"loser? i didn't lose."

"oh really? what makes you say that?"

"I got you! i incapacitated you!"

"... i'm the one incapacitated? i have you pinned."

"that wasn't part of the rules."

"we didn't establish any rules."

"... they were implied."

he laughs in your face, grin splitting his rosy cheeks. the heat of his body on yours was starting to get to you. did he really have to land in such a compromising position? his legs were tangled with your own, with his knee stuck between your thighs, your chests glued together by the spell you'd cast-- the one you couldn't currently undo, of course, because your hands were pinned between your bodies when you tried to shield yourself earlier.

"we're really stuck, huh? well, come on, apprentice, fix your mistake."

"... i don't think i can."

"oh?"

"my arms are stuck."

you can tell by the look on his face that he knew this already-- that he was cornering you with his words like he had done with his body.

"so, you're pinned with no escape because of your wonky spell... and somehow I'm the one that's lost here?"

you let your head lull to the side in shame as you realize how badly you've lost. still, though, you can't admit defeat, not aloud.

his lips find your skin, soft and warm as he litters kisses up your jawline and the side of your neck. you gasp-- his lips curl into a smirk against your throat. you think about chiding him for taking advantage of such a situation. then again... something about the heat of his body intertwined with yours was making you feel a certain way.

"oh, did you like that?" he teases, hand drifting up and down your arm to feel the new field of goosebumps that have taken up residence across your skin. "i like being this close. i get to see all your little reactions, all the ways you respond to my touch... it's fascinating, really."

"should we call someone for help?"

"oh, no," solomon replies, grinning wickedly. "i don't want anyone to walk in on something like this."

"what do you mean?"

"the aftermath of our little duel? i win, after all. don't you think i deserve a prize?"

you like the sound of that.

i am officially out of requests for this event w plenty of prompts left-- if you would like to request a prompt (anon or not), please feel free!

(i also would like to apologize again for taking forever to get this one out, life got in the way)

[500 follower event masterlist] // [obey me masterlist]

#obey me solomon #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #obey me writing #otome #onyourowndaisymae 500 follower event!

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littlest-bugz · 13 days

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Resolution ; A Sigh Of Relief

a [polyfrag] DID system's experience with resolution (functional multiplicity)

please do not bring syscourse to this post. this post is about our own personal healing journey and is not intended as advice or professional info

TWs: Isolation [heavy], abuse [heavy but not in depth], self harm mention [brief], suicidality mention [brief], unsure of other triggers

In Mid June of 2022, I was diagnosed with DID for the first of two times. Flashback to 2021. I had been in and out of therapy, in my teen years, but after researching my symptoms to try and find a proper care plan for my mental health, I ended up self diagnosing myself with BPD. The view I have always had on therapy and self diagnosis is that it doesn't take a real diagnosis to get the help you need, just use the resources that help you regardless, so I wasn't really hesitant to self diagnose myself [after research obvs]. After i self dx, I decided I would find a trauma informed DBT therapist, since I saw DBT mentioned often as treatment for people with BPD. After a while of researching, I found exactly that in my first therapist as a young adult. She was an amazing mental health professional tbh. She taught me skills that still have use today, and helped me grow, so so much. However, a year into therapy, she asked me to consider the possibility of having DID, and she asked me to reach out to my [potential] alters just to see what would happen. Ofc, I did exactly that. I made a dinky little journal for anyone to write in, as long as they used a sign off or different colored pen. That was when the flood gates opened, alters expressing themselves in the journal, and system awareness was achieved for the second time in our system's history.

Yes, you heard me, for the second time.

The first time system discovery starts for us actually starts sometime in October of 2016 [when I was 12-13]. It was the peak of my abuse, and because of that, I attempted to create an imaginary friend to have someone who knew me, just,,, period tbh. I wanted someone to know me down to my own memories because I was afraid of being alone, and I was tired of having my trauma further ignored and disregarded, even encouraged, by the adults in my life.

I was a deeply, deeply isolated kid, and had no one in my life i could trust or depend on until I was into my late teen years. I didn't have any real friends [and was, instead, abused by my peers], didn't have a family that actively cared about me, the church i was going to had and was abusing me profoundly, and the partner I had treated me like less than human. It was abuse coming from all angles, all facets, of my life. I could not escape the abuse no matter where I turned, so I turned inwards. I wanted someone, anyone who could understand me and listen, especially someone who knew what was happening to me for a fact and wouldn't gaslight every experience I had.

That's when I ''created'' 💙, but mind you, I didn't actually create him. He was, actually, his own whole dude before I ''created'' him, and he was NOT someone who would comfort me gently like I had wanted him to be. He was, instead, a sarcastic, blunt guy who only comforted me when things got actively tough. At that time, he had even fronted more than once to prevent stupid decisions I did, and it actually marked the first period of concerning black out amnesia. HOWEVER, through ''creating'' 💙, I got in contact with more of our system members [specifically 🎸,🧣,🌵 and 💤, who all are active members to this day, still fronting from time to time]. Our communication flourished back then, and everything was well documented, down to journal entries I had written about 💙's ''creation''. We had drawings and journals, which were all thrown away or deleted in 2019.

Speaking of, our communication with the system fell apart in 2019, shortly after the body's birthday [which is usually very traumatic for our system]. It was a complete host change brought on by the CEO of our system that ruined communication. It left that new host, 🐛. Confused, and without any memory of our life before then, 🐛 forgot everything about the system. Literally down to the name of 💙. All communication was cut, and all prior knowledge of our system was disposed of because our journals and drawings were thrown out by an alter who was heavily influenced by the CEO. CEO did not want us to know we were a system, and he had been dormant for years at that point. At least until he [somehow] got triggered and saw what was going on. 🐛 was the alter that later got in contact with everyone in 2021 and got us diagnosed the first time. Thankfully, the supposed creation of 💙 was what made communication pick up again smoothly, and we were, once again, a tightknit group of alters sharing a body. We're still like that, for the most part.

Our upbringing heavily impacted how we go about our recovery process, and how we will continue to recover. So when we entered therapy with a DID specialist, we had already radically accepted our systemhood after being diagnosed once. We have a very much 'your opinion of me doesn't matter to me' type of thinking, at least in regards to anyone other than a medical professional. Ofc, DID specialist was like 'yeah, I can tell lol' and diagnosed me shortly thereafter. After being diagnosed with DID a second time by the specialist, we were asked what path in recovery we wanted, and to think and talk about amongst ourselves. The big question every recovering system faces. Did we want to pursue final fusion or not?

Overwhelmingly for our system, we wanted to aim for resolution [aka functional multiplicity]. HOWEVER, there is nothing wrong with final fusion. A lot of people actually fear monger about it amongst the CDD community. So let me say that again: Final Fusion is NOT a bad thing and is a valid way to recover. Just because it is not our path doesn't mean it isn't someone else's. Here are two posts that give some decent info on Final Fusion: [post one] [post two]. I can find more if need be, but that isn't what this post is about. This is simply to reaffirm that final fusion is nothing to be scared of, and a 110% valid path of recovery. Our experience doesn't align with final fusion, but since I mentioned it briefly, I thought I would talk about it for a second.

Fusion moment aside, We have, since mid 2022 for sure, felt like we don't have a solid host, and we have always felt that way because of the cycle of hosts. The body holds a good number of us, that's for sure, and because of how many of us there are, we have no solid one host. There are frequent fronters, sure, but nobody is a host in the traditional, typically talked about sense. For this reason, we feel that we have no core alter [which we don't, unsurprisingly], and we found it unfair to each other that we take away our freedom to express ourselves as alters. Like yeah, we are parts of a whole, but there was never a 'core' individual. There was never an 'original'. We were pretty much destined to form DID. It is what it is, but because of that, we feel we don't have an alter from which all the others split from. I'm just a collective of parts that never even had the chance to connect to each other. Most of us feel so individual from each other because we were a highly partitionary system with no memory sharing or knowledge of each other. I honestly think if what happened in 2016 didn't happen, I would've only known my system through the 2021 diagnosis, and it would not have been as easy to pick communication back up. Things are wildly different now in regards to amnesiac barriers, but when we did find each other, we were our own people expressing ourselves through different [covert] means.

Due to feeling so separated and individualistic, Resolution was, ultimately, the best decision for our system, and since having made this decision and began recovery, our life has actually become something worth living, if that makes sense. I mean Internally and mentally. We function together as a team, and it's a great thing to witness tbh. It's taken a lot of hard work with a lot of disagreements in system, but for a life time ahead of me, it's worth it. I'm finally starting to love all of me, all of us. It's been hard, so incredibly hard, and we still don't always get along. There are still disagreements, votes that spark heated discussions, but that's just what happens when you're sharing a body with so many folks.

Of course, u see me use I/Me pronouns because we all acknowledge the body and the role it has in our collective life. When I say I, when I say me, it is the acknowledgement of the body's role in our life. The Body is the part of us that makes us whole, what we live through, and what makes us a team and family [in-sys family members at least because as a whole we don't see each other as family]. We are so incredibly grateful for the body and the collective Identity we live through. It is a sigh of relief to finally have come this far into our healing where things are finally getting better for us. I'm healing all parts of me, and I am authentically myself by being a system. We love the life we live finally. Even if we're still living with abusers, we know that once we're out of here, it's the final step to our trauma recovery and what will make us free to be ourselves.

Trauma is bound to happen again in my lifetime, re-traumatization will happen too. I'm young [for an adult at least], and, like I mentioned briefly, I'm still in an abusive situation. For this reason, we are learning to cope with day to day stress, as well as preparing our coping tool box for future traumas. At this stage in our healing, we have attained near entire co-consciousness, and have learned to share daily and important memories or notes from alter to alter, subsystem to subsystem. Sometimes its just one fronter and the CEO or the whole Crew and Co., yet CEO makes sure things get to everyone. No longer do we live our day to day confused on what's happened, what our past is and who we are, if we've eaten, taken our meds, showered, if we have an appointment ect. Now when switches happen, things are not confusing, and smooth with no sort of amnesiac barrier. Afterall, a good 97% of us are co-con in some capacity, and even then, we're able to memory share day to day memories. It's like whoever is best equipped to deal with a situation fronts.

Some of us don't want to share our trauma memories with each other entirely due to it's intensity, so we instead talk about it amongst ourselves and make peace with our trauma that way [with the help of our therapist]. It's like group therapy lol. Most of us are just content with the knowledge of not fully knowing everything, and having worked in trauma recovery for years now, our past traumas affects our day to day a lot less [any disruptions now are from the collective disorders we have and our living situation]. The peace that comes from being okay with not knowing is relieving, and the alters who hold the bulk of the trauma have started to work through their traumas.

Sharing trauma memories in our system can cause body and other kinds of flashbacks, panic and extreme distress, and can even trigger self harm and suicidality in some of our alters. Almost always, with trauma memories, its more than one alter getting triggered. I like to think of it like sculk sensors from Minecraft [minecraft moment]. When one is triggered, nearby alters in front and co-con get triggered like a wave effect, but it has a lot to due with similar types of traumas or being fragments of the same trauma. It doesn't stop it from happening. What we've done is worked on helping trauma holders cope and making them 'unstuck' in the trauma. Memory Sharing with trauma was once, and still is to an extent, dangerous for us, but the memory sharing via talking with each other, rather than give up the memories themselves, has caused us to even out and begin to work through the actual trauma, work through everything we have been through. It may sound flawed, but it works for us.

After having achieved a grasp on resolution, we've taken notice to our collective disorders and experiences, like our psychosis symptoms [from an unknown origin] and OCD. A lot of what we thought were persecutors ended up being our OCD, so things got quieter in that way. This helped us to work on those mental health problems and cultivate a further sense of peace. We also were able to start to work on other therapy methods that cater to our flavor of personality disorder. Achieving Resolution to even the degree we have has been phenomenal, and it only gets better from here once we reach full resolution.

None of this is to say resolution will or should be your path in healing, so please take what I say with a grain of salt. This is our experience with our healing journey, and nothing is the same from CDD system to CDD system. I just wanted to post and ramble about my progress because I am proud of myself and our progress!!! Obviously, I am not a representative for anyone other than myself. It's just so nice to be able to actually see my progress, see our progress. I also feel like I don't see many people talk about late stage DID recovery in any way, resolution or final fusion. Honestly, its even nice to just label our progress as being in late stage recovery. I'm glad to be me, as a system, while also dancing my way down the path of healing [lol].

Not sure if anyone is curious, but I'm always open to answering questions about my experiences with resolution as a polyfrag DID system. nothing intrusive about trauma, but I'm down to talk about the aspects of resolution and stuff. Just know I'm not a psychiatrist or other professional, and I don't speak for any other system but my own.

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Prompt 77 (Tom Stall x Reader Drabble)

author's note: hah, apparently i enjoy writing for non-existent fandoms, but that's cool! I did say I was craving some domestic sweetness after watching a history of violence and the winter / Christmas prompts were amazing to get started with that!

warnings: none that I'm aware of, also no spoilers for the movie :)

word count: 0.7k

gif by @fancydracula

It was the first Christmas with Tom owning his small diner in your little town in Indiana. You've been a regular there ever since - the beverages were good and the pie was even better.

The fact that Tom himself was kind, quiet and a little shy was simply another perk.

This morning was no different.

"Hi Tom", you greeted the man behind the counter who immediately had a smile on his face.

"Hiya, honey. What can I get you? The usual?"

You nodded and climbed onto one of the chairs right across from him after taking off your coat and scarf. Watching him do all of his little tasks brought you immense joy.

The smile on your own face widened once Tom set down a steaming mug in front of you, as well as a piece of your favourite pie.

"So what are are you up to this Christmas? Visiting family?", you asked, digging into the baked good.

The man shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing special. I'll open the diner like usual so everyone who doesn’t have someone to celebrate with either can drop by here."

You let the statement sink in for a few seconds while following his every move with your eyes.

"Do you maybe want to spend the evening at my place?"

The question probably came out quicker than he could understand which made the situation only worse.

"You don't have to obviously! I mean, you could, if you're comfortable. Not that I wouldn't be comfortable with you, I am just saying. Your plan on letting the diner stay open is also good- not just good, pretty great actually." The realisation that you were rambling set in, so with the last bit of courage you had, you quietly added your last statement: "I just don't want you to be alone on Christmas."

His lips were slightly parted as he stared at you. "You being serious?"

You nodded. "I could pick you up after your shift."

Tom put down his hands next to the sink before leaning over the counter, closer to you.

"It's a date then." You felt the blood rushing into your cheeks at his statement. "I might be the luckiest son of a bitch alive", he whispered again and showed you that grin you started to adore.

You were excited.

After finishing the pie and your favourite drink, you went back home to prepare everything for tonight.

And finished just in time - with butterflies in your stomach and feeling good about yourself, you went back to the diner and arrived just as Tom was locking the door to his apartment right next to the diner.

His eyes fell on you as soon as he turned around, pupils dilated. "Holy cow."

"Hi there", you replied softly, a smile gracing your lips. "Ready to go?"

The man across from you nodded and let the keys slide into the pocket of his coat. "Never been more ready."

You chuckled and held out your glove-covered hand for Tom to grab. Where the confidence came from you didn't know, but you also didn't care.

The walk to your place was filled with both comfortable silence and pleasant conversation.

"Here we are", you stated after you unlocked the door and mentioned for your date to head inside.

You were currently standing in the kitchen, pouring two drinks, when Tom cleared his throat.

"Before we do anything else, I just-" He handed you a small envelope. "I suck at giving gifts, but… I hope you still like it."

"Oh my, thank you, Tom! You didn't have to!"

He smiled. "I wanted to. By inviting me over today you literally made me the greatest gift possible and I wanted to return the sentiment."

You pulled out a piece of paper and simply stared at the sheet in your hands.

It was a drawing of inside the diner, Tom behind the counter and you in your usual spot across from him, pie and mug in front of you.

After what felt like forever, you finally pointed at your outfit in the drawing. "Isn't this what I wore when I came into your diner the very first time?"

Tom shrugged once again, a grin playing around his lips as he noticed the smile on your face.

"What can I say? It was admiration at first sight."

#tom stall #tom stall x reader #a history of violence #viggo mortensen #emmy writes

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A Search for Balance

CHAPTER 7: ON FRIENDLY TERMS

Find the masterlist with all chapters of this story here, the previous chapter here, and the next one here.

Tagging: @samshogwarts

A/N: Adriel Marchetti (in mention) belongs to @slytherindisaster

With the off-season nearing its end, the Wigtown players who had been on their breaks returned and the season preparations could finally begin. Ethan had worked out a schedule with several practice sessions per day and strategic lectures in between, so when Lizzie came home in the evenings, she was so knackered that all she could do was pass out on the sofa.

The strain she was putting on herself didn't sit right with Matthew. He was worried about her, and every attempt to convince her to take things more slowly was met with stubborn rebuttal.

During their many arguments, the one topic Lizzie refused to touch on was her newest team member, Orion Amari; it had been weeks since Lewis Parkin's farewell feast, and Matthew still didn't know what to make of this new Chaser, who had so unexpectedly appeared on the scene.

Lizzie had told him that she knew Orion from school, but why she was keeping so quiet about him, Matthew didn't understand. If it had been anyone but Lizzie, he would have suspected that there was more to the story, but the thought was ridiculous - Lizzie wouldn't be able to hide something if she tried. But as the days drew on and Matthew still didn't know what was going on inside her head, her prolonged silence began to affect him.

"I'm aware that Fraser Whiskey has been in your family's hands for centuries and that all of them are going to be at the wedding, but I think a broader selection of… are you even listening?"

While Matthew had been weighing the culinary options for their wedding reception, Lizzie's mind had wandered off. She was staring out the window, moving her wrist in absentminded circles. When she noticed Matthew had stopped talking, she startled.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"Where's your head today? Wait, let me guess - the Quidditch pitch." Matthew clicked his tongue impatiently. "Honestly, Lizzie, this is important."

"I know," Lizzie sighed in response. "I was just thinking about something we wanted to try at practice tomorrow. Orion thinks -" She stopped abruptly, but Matthew had already laid down his quill.

"Orion Amari?"

"Yeah."

"What's he got to do with your practice plans?"

"He only made a few suggestions, that's all."

Lizzie sounded strangely defensive and Matthew watched her closely, trying to understand what was going through her head.

"I don't really like how much of a foothold this Orion Amari is getting in the team," he told her eventually. "There are only two open Chaser slots left, and his influence could prove a problem. How should I negotiate your contract if you don't even make it to the line-up?"

"The line-up won't be decided for weeks," Lizzie replied, her brows drawing together in a scowl. "Don't you think I'm good enough to make it?"

Matthew took her hand and pressed a kiss onto its back. "I know that you are, but I don't know how good he is… which I would if you didn't keep so quiet about him."

Lizzie withdrew her hand from him. "Orion's not a threat. Skye says she wants us both to play."

"Skye is putting in a word for you?" Matthew said and raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You never said a word."

"Didn't I?"

"How can you forget something important like this? Don't you think that's the kind of thing your agent should know?" Matthew shook his head. "I'm doing everything I can to get you the deal you deserve, but you're not exactly helping me on that front. How do you expect me to work like this?"

Lizzie dropped her eyes. "I didn't want to make your job any harder. You know how grateful I am for what you do."

"But?"

"There's no but."

"Sounds like it is."

"There really isn't," Lizzie said unhappily. "Can we just carry on, please? What was that you said about the drinks?"

"Forget about the drinks. If you can't be bothered to pay attention, I can't be bothered to discuss these things with you, either. I have an appointment at the Ministry now anyway." He pulled his leather-bound agenda toward him and tapped his finger onto an appointment he had circled in red ink. "We'll need to get your measures taken soon. Emmanuel and his team will take care of that on Saturday afternoon."

Lizzie looked at him blankly. "What do they need my measures for?"

"We're getting married. I believe you need a suitable dress for the occasion."

"But my dress is in the works already. My friend Andre has been working on a design for weeks now. Knowing him, he probably started even before I asked him to do it." Lizzie giggled but stopped when she saw the look on Matthew's face. "Is there a problem? I did say I wanted Andre to make my dress, right?"

"You did, but I thought that was more of an idea."

"Why would it be? Andre has made dresses for me since we were at school."

"You know I don't like his work," Matthew snorted dismissively. He found Andre Egwu's dresses garish, pretentious and revealing, nothing like the classy and sophisticated style he wanted for his bride. "This wedding is about the two of us. Don't you think we should be happy with each other's outfit choices?"

When Lizzie didn't look convinced, Matthew sighed. "Look, will you please give Emmanuel a chance? He is the best of the best, and it was hard getting him to make time for you." He smiled and gave her a kiss. "Who knows? You might just see that you love his ideas."

Lizzie seemed contemplative of Matthew's suggestion, but her eyes widened a moment later. "Wait, did you say Saturday?"

"Is there a problem with that?"

"Actually, there is. Lewis Parkin invited the team to come and watch a Friendly between Puddlemere United and the Appleby Arrows on Saturday. We're all going together." She bit her lip. "Didn't I tell you that either?"

Matthew rubbed his temples; he could feel a headache forming. "No, you forgot to mention it. Can you drop out?"

"Not really. It's Lewis' new club and Ethan is crazy about team building at the moment. He wants to show a united front or something..." Lizzie's face lit up. "I could take you along, though."

"I don't think I'm part of your united front."

"No, but you're my agent and - more importantly - my fiancé. If I want you to come, they'll have to get over it."

"Fine, I'll see if I can rearrange my schedule," Matthew told her, smiling as he did so. "Just promise me we'll do the important stuff right after."

Lizzie smirked as she pushed his agenda aside and sat on the desk, wrapping her arms around his neck. "How about we do the important stuff right now?"

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The match between Puddlemere United and the Appleby Arrows was the first Friendly of the new season, so when the Wigtown Wanderers made their way to Puddlemere's stadium in Dorset, the stands were crowded and the air buzzing with anticipation.

Matthew didn't share the general excitement. Even though no one had said anything, he was aware of the glances shared between Lizzie's team members when they thought he wasn't looking. Not feeling particularly welcomed, he kept Lizzie close to his side as they approached their seats, which were located in the VIP section of the stands. When Matthew made to pass the gateway, however, the security checking their passes held him back.

"Sorry, mate, you're not on the list."

Lizzie, already past the checkpoint, turned with a confused look. "What's that supposed to mean? He's my guest."

"And if he was the Minister of Magic himself," the bouncer grunted, "you're not on the list, you don't get in."

"That's ridiculous." Lizzie got hold of Ethan and pointed at Matthew and the bouncer. "Can you please tell him to let Matthew through?"

"Sorry, lass, but we're not here for fun. Need to strengthen our spirit of companionship, as Orion called it." He frowned momentarily. "At least, that's what I think he called it. Merlin knows if that's what he meant. That means no," he clarified when Lizzie made an impatient noise, "I can't".

"You could have told me that before we left."

"And you could have asked if it was alright to bring him in the first place," Ethan replied flatly, shrugging off Lizzie's hand and taking his seat next to Skye.

Matthew's face darkened when Lizzie turned to him with an apologetic smile. He reached for her hand to look for another place to sit, but much to his surprise, she made no move to follow him.

"I can't really leave, you know?" she said and glanced at Skye, who was making an impatient gesture in her direction. Lizzie signalled that she would be with her in a minute. "Ethan has a point. It is a team event, after all."

Matthew scowled. "Then what am I even here for?"

Lizzie looked like she didn't understand the question. "It's a good match. Just watch it and have fun."

Her face lighting up with an idea, she grabbed Matthew's hand and pulled him away to a box a little further away, filled with people holding cameras, notebooks and Quick-Quotes Quills.

"What in Godric's name are we doing in the press box?" Matthew wanted to know.

"I'm calling in a favour."

Looking at the assembled journalists, she waved her hand at a man about her age, who rose from his seat and made his way over to them. He was dressed in an immaculately tailored but flamboyant purple suit, with a pair of sunglasses resting on top of his dark hair and a scarf in the colours of Puddlemere United artfully draped around his shoulders. Once Andre Egwu had reached them, he flashed Lizzie a blinding smile and kissed her on both cheeks.

"Lizzie, darling! I was hoping to see your face before the match. Oh Merlin, no, what on Earth are you even wearing?" He gave the ripped knees of Lizzie's jeans a disapproving look; at least in that regard, Matthew and Andre seemed to share a notion.

Lizzie shrugged. "I can't really run around in another club's colours, can I?"

"But imagine how they would suit you. Now tell me, what can I do for you?"

Lizzie quickly explained the situation to Andre, who nodded when she was done. "This shouldn't be a problem. There's a free seat right next to me."

"I don't know about this. Why should they let me in without a pass?" Matthew pointed out, not keen on the prospect of spending an indefinite amount of hours next to Andre Egwu and the cloud of obtrusive perfume surrounding him.

"Don't worry," Andre winked, almost making Matthew's face slip, "with your tasteful but slightly dull clothing and this incredible jawline, you could just pass as my assistant."

More content with the turn of events than he was, Lizzie gave Matthew a quick kiss and bounded away. Once Andre had pulled him past the bouncers and to his new seat, Matthew found it to be blocked by a bulky leather handbag. Just as he was about to move it away, the head of a hideous brown dog suddenly popped out of it, watching Matthew with a set of beady eyes and wagging its two tails so enthusiastically that the whole bag seemed to be shaking.

"I'm sorry, but you will need to share your seat," Andre cooed, taking the fluffy Croodle from its bag. Matthew wasn't entirely sure who Andre was talking to until he added, "Here, you can watch the game on Daddy's lap."

He gave Andre a sceptical look. "Aren't you a designer?"

Andre, who was busying himself with putting a miniature version of his scarf on his wriggling Croodle, gave him a look. "Isn't that obvious?"

"Why are you sitting in the press box then?"

"Active research." When he saw Matthew's uncomprehending look, Andre clarified, "The House of Egwu is branching out. Imagine Quidditch gear that is functional and fashionable." He glanced at the Appleby players flying onto the pitch in their baby-blue-and-silver robes. "Godric knows they need it."

"Word in Diagon Alley is that your upcoming fashion line isn't the only reason you're here," a woman's voice suddenly chimed in from behind them. Matthew turned to see the keen eyes of Rita Skeeter trained on them, her Quick-Quotes Quill filling page after page of the notebook floating next to her. Andre, unimpressed by the dancing quill, cocked an eyebrow.

"What reason would I have to be here besides my mission to spare Quidditch fans around the world the sight of these monstrosities?" He gestured vaguely to the pitch, where the two teams were assembling around the centre circle.

Rita pursed her red lips. "A little birdie told me that you have a particular interest in the - let's call it 'equipment', shall we? - of the new Puddlemere Keeper. What was his name? Brooks?"

"Wood," Andre said promptly, making a satisfied smile appear on Rita's face. "And how could I not be? Have you seen his cheekbones? He could cut a Quaffle with them."

"Can I quote you on that, Mr Egwu?"

"Please do."

Soon after, the Quaffle was released, and the match began. From what Matthew could see, it was as gripping as could be expected from an off-season Friendly, but he had trouble paying proper attention. Every few minutes, his eyes wandered to the Wanderers' seats; Lizzie was sitting in the last row, next to Ethan and Skye Parkin. On her other side sat the tall, dark-haired man Matthew recognised as Orion Amari. Lizzie was discussing the actions on the pitch with him, and as she turned to Skye, Matthew noticed that the Chaser’s attention was lingering on Lizzie rather than the match. He saw this pattern being repeated several times, and whenever Orion Amari leaned over to Lizzie to point something out to her, his mood sank a little further.

"Good to see them talking again," Andre Egwu suddenly said. It took Matthew a moment to understand what he meant until he realised that the designer was watching Lizzie and Orion as well.

"They're on the same team. It's not like they can afford some petty animosities, can they?"

"Not sure if 'petty' is the right word here, considering all that's happened."

"What do you mean?" Matthew frowned, even more so as Andre raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Didn't you know that…"

The rest of his sentence was drowned out as a roar went through the stadium. Andre jumped to his feet, almost vaulting the yapping Croodle off his lap.

"What a save!" he screamed and raised the Croodle to his face. "Have you seen that, Coco? What a Keeper!"

Matthew didn't care for the screaming fans cheering at Oliver Wood's spectacular save; he was intent on continuing his conversation with Andre, but it seemed like he had lost the designer's attention for good.

When Puddlemere's Seeker Adriel Marchetti caught the Snitch a little over half an hour later, the press members shuffled toward their block's exit to find themselves some players to interview. Among them was Rita Skeeter, whom Matthew caught hold of before she could join her colleagues; this time, however, the blonde reporter wasn't as forthcoming as she had been at Lewis Parkin's farewell feast.

"What do you want?"

"I need to have a word with you, Miss Skeeter."

"Then be quick about it. I'm missing headlines."

"What if I had a headline for you?"

Rita Skeeter's posture changed instantly as her handbag snapped open and her Quick-Quotes Quill sprung into action.

"What do you have for me?"

"We all know you haven't wedged yourself into the sports coverage because of your undying passion for Quidditch. You're here for what's happening off the pitch. You're here for the gossip."

"If you want to insult me, try harder, Mr McRae," Rita Skeeter said and sounded almost bored. "My readers care for glitz and glamour, not balls and Bludgers. That's hardly a secret."

"Do you know where the real glitz and glamour will be?" he smirked. "My wedding."

"A high profile event with a strict press ban, I've been told."

"Very strict. Unless you know the right people, of course."

A greedy expression flickered over Rita's face. "Are you speaking of access to the reception? What does your fiancée have to say about this sudden change of heart?"

Matthew took the twitching Quill-Quotes Quill by its end, preventing it from writing more than the line it had just started. "She doesn't have to know just yet."

Rita narrowed her eyes at him. "You're a businessman, Mr McRae, and I'm a businesswoman. We both know how this works. What's in it for you?"

"As I understand, it's usually a case of information for information in journalism. And information is exactly what I need."

"What kind of information are we talking about?"

"Information on Wigtown's new Chaser," Matthew said and glanced toward where Lizzie was shuffling out of the stands, Skye Parkin to her right and Orion Amari close behind her.

Rita's blood-red lips curved into a mocking smile. "Afraid of a competitor for your fiancée's favour, are we? Now, that would be worth a headline of its own."

Matthew's face hardened. "Print this, and you won't get as much as a picture of the venue from afar. My interest in him is purely professional."

"Of course it is," Rita chuckled but returned to her business-like tone a moment later. "What is there to find out about your intended and that mysterious new rival of yours?"

"There is something she isn't telling me about him. I don't know what it is, but I intend to find out - through you."

"And I'll get unrestricted access to your wedding in exchange?"

"To all of it."

"Exclusively?"

"Naturally."

Rita Skeeter stuffed her Quick-Quotes Quill back into her handbag and snapped it shut with an audible click. "Then it’s my pleasure doing business with you."

"I'll let you know the details about… wait, where are you going?"

Rita had pushed past Matthew and was walking toward the exit with clicking heels. She turned her head, flashing him a sickeningly sweet smile.

"I'm working on my own terms, Mr McRae. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some digging to do."

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts mystery #quidditch #orion amari #orion amari x mc #lizzie jameson #skye parkin #ethan parkin #andre egwu #rita skeeter #balance series #search for balance #sfb

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ryuzakemo128 · 1 year

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Speaking in Unison

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Marianna (Female Reader) x Steve Harrington

Prompt: College Au

Rating: MA 15+

Genre: sci-fi / horror / romance

Trigger Warning(s):

Mention of violence

swearing, cursing

Prompt List: Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

Masterlist: Link

Next Part - Devil's Paradise - Link

Marianna sat at her desk. Thinking about what happened on the 2nd of June 1983. Marianna and Kolya were on a research trip to find the most effective method to save the lives of the children they would be looking after. They might have seemed rather suspicious in the eyes of any onlooker. They had to come up with a plan that would allow them to keep the children safe while still being able to do their research. So they had to be careful not to draw too much attention to themselves.

Kolya died seven hours ago. Marianna was stabbed by a Russian with extreme precision. She found it rather difficult to believe that someone like him would be able to locate them without taking the time to track them first. She suspected that he had been tracking her for weeks, maybe even months, in order to find the most advantageous time to strike. The fact that he was able to locate her despite her efforts to stay hidden and that he was able to strike so quickly and with such precision made it seem like he had been planning his attack for a while.

1985

"Is it really that hard for you to ask for help?" Eddie asked.

"Is it really that hard for you to understand why I didn't ask for help?" Marianna asked clutching the wound.

Marianna was too proud to admit she needed help and was afraid of appearing weak. She felt help was a sign of vulnerability and a lack of control.

"Let me see," Steve said.

"No. This is my stab wound. Last time I checked I got stabbed. Not you." Marianna continued, "I remember when it happened. You screamed and I saw blood. I knew it was a stab wound right away."

"Why didn't you tell me it hurt so much?" Steve asked.

"I don't think I have the energy to answer that right now." Marianna answered truthfully.

Marianna was in too much pain to explain why it hurt so much. She was emotionally and physically exhausted from the pain and had no energy left to answer Steve's question.

"Don't move. I'll go get clean bandages." Steve said leaving her with Eddie.

"Don't worry I don't think I can move anywhere too fast." Marianna says trying to stay awake.

"You doing alright?" Eddie asked.

"I don't know. Ask me in a few hours and I might have a clearer answer to give you." Marianna replied.

Marianna was feeling overwhelmed and was not sure how she would feel later on. She needed some time to process her emotions and think things through before she could give an honest answer.

"You could have told me you needed help," Eddie said. "I mean I wouldn't have seen you less of a person otherwise."

"You wouldn't have. But I certainly would have." Marianna replied. "It's the one thing that has kept me alive for a very long time."

Marianna was afraid to ask for help because of the sense of pride and independence she had built up over the years. She was comfortable with the concept of relying on herself and felt like asking for help would make her less capable or strong.

"I took up kickboxing at twelve. I started Sambo, the Russian martial art. When I started walking and talking," Marianna proceeded to tell him everything about her past, right then and there.

"Why are you telling me this?" Eddie asked.

"In the case that I die today." Marianna answered honestly.

"Are you really that scared?" Eddie asked.

"Eddie, I'm too frightened to be scared." Marianna replied looking over at him.

"How come you never showed that to us?" Eddie asked.

Marianna was trying to express her fear of the unknown, and the fact that she was so overwhelmed by it that she was unable to feel scared. Eddie's question was an attempt to understand why she had kept her emotions to herself.

"I don't know. I really don't know." Marianna replied still looking over at him.

Her main method of concentrating was staring at him. Unblinking, as she felt as if blinking would most likely send her to the afterlife sooner than she felt ready for. Staring was her way of focusing her energy on her task. By not blinking, she felt that she was able to concentrate more deeply and that it was helping her to stay alive.

For instance, she felt that if she looked away, it would be a sign of her giving up, and that was something that she was not willing to do.

"I love you Eddie. I hope you know that." Marianna confessed to him.

"I love you too Marianna" Eddie replied.

They rushed her to the hospital and they waited for what could be the last time she would live on this forsaken earth. Her condition was so critical that the doctors feared the unthinkable, and they struggled to find a way to save her life. With every moment that passed, their hopes seemed to diminish.

As luck would have it, someone wasn't willing to let her leave. Whoever it was or whatever it was, saved her life.

"You can see her now." The nurse said to the two of them.

"Luck is on your side again." Eddie says to her.

"As it always has." Marianna replied with a yawn and stretch.

"You could have died you know." Steve says to her.

"I know. I apologize for scaring you. I promise not to die in the future." Marianna replied. "Now before you ask. I was thinking we should get a bigger place, I have a least twelve more ideas since the last time we spoke about it."

Marianna was talking about the large house ideas that she had while she was drawing up floor plans for the mansion she was planning to get built. She wanted to make sure that she had enough space to fulfill all of the dreams that they had discussed. She also wanted to make sure that they had room to grow and expand their family if they desired to. She also wished to ensure that they had enough space to entertain guests, and that their home would be comfortable and luxurious.

They spent the rest of that day talking about where they wanted to move and when. They loved each other very much. Despite the circumstances that followed.

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Once In A Lifetime

Intro // Part 49

When Harry steps into The Brass Monkey a few minutes later he immediately notices that it's kind of quiet for a Saturday night.

He makes his way over to the bar and takes a seat. Staring at nothing in particular, he starts playing with the coaster on the counter top while waiting for a bartender to serve him.

Thoughts about what happened earlier today running through his mind.

He's never really been someone who gives into the temptation of lustfully staring at someone, but Louis made it incredibly hard not to. If anything, today's events has him pursing his lips and shaking his head at the realization that he might have a teensy little crush on his attending.

Oh, who's he even kidding? He's not had a crush like this on anyone since his ex dumped him three years ago because he wouldn't put out.

He's not going to lie, he was kind of shocked about Clive's reasoning, and it's not like he didn't want to put out. Because he did. They were so close on numerous occasions, but Harry always changed his mind at the last minute. It's not like he planned on changing it though, it's just- to Harry, sex is kind of a big deal, and call him old fashioned but he wanted his first time to be with someone he could see himself spending the rest of his life with.

Suffice to say, Clive was not that person. His short temper and snide remarks at Harry towards the end of their relationship was enough for the nurse to realize that he did not want to give himself to someone like that.

"Earth to Harry." He hears someone say and looks up to see Purva standing in front of him, snapping her fingers in front of his face in an effort to draw him back to reality.

"Sorry." Harry says, blinking a few times. "Double whiskey, neat. Please." He requests, earning himself a narrowed eyed stare from the bartender.

"You okay?" Purva asks. "That's not what you usually drink."

"Yeah." Harry replies. "Just need something strong tonight."

Nodding her head in understanding, she grabs a bottle of whiskey from a shelf behind her and tumbler from below the bar. "You need a strong drink while you're alone?" She asks, her eyebrows raised just a little as she watches the nurse in front of her nodding his head- indicating a yes. "You know you can always just talk to me as well." She says while pouring the golden liquid into the glass. "Much cheaper, and-" She states, pointing her finger in the air. "I can almost guarantee you won't have a headache when you wake up tomorrow morning."

Harry lets out an obnoxiously loud cackle, causing the woman in front of him to start giggling as well. "Just the drink for now." He says, taking the glass that's being slided over to him.

"As you wish." The bartender replies sending him a wink before moving on to the next customer, and just like that Harry's left alone with his thoughts again.

Well, more specifically, his thoughts about Louis and how messed up this whole situation is. Thanks to Mrs. Poulston and all her little stories about her perfect grandson, it feels like Harry has known the doctor for far longer than the five days it's actually been.

Mrs. Poulston's never really mentioned it, but Harry finds himself wondering if there's someone special in the doctor's life and if not, if he's even interested in men? Not that it would even matter anyway. He's sure that the doctor's got his priorities straight as well as someone special who welcomes him back home after a long day's work.

But what if there's the slightest chance that he doesn't have someone and that he is interested in men, what if there's a chance he'd be interested in me, what if- he immediately abandons that trail of thought, reminding himself that it could never work, unless he comes clean to his friends for lying about the fact that he's actually been in a relationship with this man for the past six months already, and inevitably to Louis for stealing his photo.

If there ever was a possibility, he knows it'll never become a reality for him, and it's all thanks to his own stupidity.

"Fucking idiot." He mumbles to himself before bringing the glass to his mouth and downing the contents.

"Whoa, Harry!" Purva exclaims grabbing at the glass when he brings it back down, meet her eyes with tears in his own. "Fucking hell." She adds. "Are you alright?"

"Another double. Please." He says, sniffling.

"Are you sure?" Purva asks. "You'll feel like shit in the morning."

Harry snorts. "I deserve to feel like shit." He says. His eyes trained on the coaster lying in front of him. "I'm the worst kind of person. I deserve to feel like shit." He adds softly, wiping away a few tears.

"You're not, Harry. Don't say that about yourself." The bartender soothes. "You're a great guy."

"I'm not. Really. I'm really not." Harry replies, shaking his head. "I'm a liar and the worst friend ever."

"Oh." Purva replies. "Well, I don't know about the liar part, but your friends adore you Harry."

"That's the problem though. They shouldn't." He states, shaking his head. "Because it's them I lied to." He looks at the glass in the bartender's hand. "I lied to them about having a boyfriend- a landscaper, because I wanted them to stop hitting on me. And now they think I'm dating this guy who actually has no idea who I am even though we work together." He shakes his head. "Worst part is, I think I actually kind of like him, and I don't even know if he's into guys." He looks up again, meeting Purva's eyes. "Now give me another double. Please."

"Whoa." Purva manages. Shock evident in her voice and on her face. "Y'all work with this guy?" She asks, accepting Harry's nod as an answer. "Aren't you scared they'll let something slip?"

"Told them it's top secret. That we're not actually allowed to date." Harry replies with a shrug.

"Fuck. Okay." The bartender says. "Wouldn't it be better to just come clean? You know?"

"They'd hate me. They love the idea of the two of us together. They'd hate me if I tell them now that it's all been a lie."

"I'm sure they won't."

"They will."

"Okay. So why don't you try your luck with him then." The bartender asks.

"Don't know if he's into guys. Told you that already." Harry replies.

"So ask him."

"Are you crazy!"

"Maybe he is." Purva states. "And maybe he likes you too. He'd be stupid not to." She adds with a shit eating grin causing Harry to giggle. "Maybe you could just like start dating for real and that would solve your problem, won't it?"

"I'd still have to explain why I had them believing that we've been dating for the past six months." Harry replies with a pout, scrunching his nose a little.

"Why though?"

"How would it look if we just started dating after I've convinced them that they needed to keep it a secret or else we'd both get fired."

"I-" the bartender starts. "Don't actually know what to say."

"I'm stupid." Harry says. "You can say that." His pout not faltering.

"You're not though." Purva replies. "I mean, maybe a little for choosing to tell them you're dating someone you're working wi-"

"That's the thing though!" Harry exclaims, cutting off the bartender. "I wasn't working with him when I told them. He just suddenly appeared this week out of nowhere, and now he's kind of my boss."

"Kind of?"

"I mean, he is. He is my boss I guess."

"Fuck. Uhm. Okay." Purva says, one hand on her hip and the other on her forehead. "I really don't know what to say. You're not stupid okay. You're young, and you didn't know any better." She tries, only receiving another shrug. "Wait. How is a landscaper your boss? I thought you were a nurse?"

"I am a nurse!" Harry exclaims. "I didn't know his real profession until I actually met him on Tuesday." He lets out a frustrated sigh.

Purva stares at the nurse for a few moments then reaches below the bar again, grabbing a bottle of water and sliding it over to him. "Here." She says. "You still need to work tomorrow, so I'm not giving you what you want, but what you need."

Harry takes the water and pops off the lid. "Thanks Purva." He says before taking a sip.

"Give me your phone." The bartender then says.

"Why?" Harry asks, his eyes wide.

"I want to give you my number. Whenever you need to talk, I want you to feel free to call or message me." She explains and smiles when Harry reaches for his phone, unlocking the device before handing it to her. "This is a shitty situation, and since you're not gonna talk to your friends about it, you can talk to me." She takes the phone and enters her number, saving it and giving herself a missed call. "No judgment." She adds, smiling when she hands back the device.

"Thank you." Harry says again.

"No problem, love." The bartender assures. "I hope this guy is good looking at least."

"Beautiful." Harry replies pocketing his phone again. "And charming." He adds. "Hot too." He feels his cheeks heating up again.

"Okay, I get it." Purva is quick to say. "How'd you manage to convince them you're dating someone you've never even met?"

"I borrowed one of his photos."

"What?"

"Okay, no. That won't make any sense right now." Harry says and swallows thickly. "I kind of stole a photo of him from someone and then sent it to Niall and Em."

"Dear Lord, you really are stupid." Purva states jokingly.

"I know." Harry replies, dragging the word. "I'm a stupid liar and a thief." He adds, his little pout back. "How much do I owe you?" He asks gesturing to the empty glass and bottle of water in his hand.

"Who'd you steal it from?" The bartender asks. "No. You know what. I don't even wanna know." She raises her hands in mock surrender. "And don't worry about it. It's on the house."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. I'm gonna go then." Harry says. "That double on an empty stomach was not a good idea."

"Yeah. Be safe and let me know as soon as you get home."

"I will." Harry replies while getting up, sending the bartender a weak smile before making his way out of the bar.

Purva grabs a towel and wipes the counter, deep in thought about Harry and his situation. She doesn't notice someone approaching her until they speak.

"Hello gorgeous."

"Lou! You're back!"

***

"Lou! You're back!" The bartender exclaims before making her way over to her friend, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I am." The doctor chuckles. "I've been back since Sunday. Happy to know that you've missed me." He adds with a smirk while wrapping his own arms around his friend.

"Since Sunday!" Purva exclaims in unbelief. "And you're only coming to say 'Hi' tonight - a week later?" She asks with a pout, punching the doctor on his shoulder.

"I mean, yeah." Louis replies. "I've been working this week, so there's that." He adds with a shrug.

"Poor baby." The bartender teases with a pout. "Want P to fix you up a nice strong one while you wait for the others?" She asks, dragging the man towards the bar.

"Ha! Not too strong thank you. I'm alone tonight." Louis replies.

"Ooooh, looking for someone to take home later then?" The bartender asks wiggling her eyebrows.

"Eh." Louis replies with a shrug, turning his head to scan the half empty bar, kind of disappointed to find no new patrons. "Why's it so quiet?" He asks when facing the bartender again. "It's a Saturday for fuck sake."

"I know right." Purva says, reaching for a glass underneath the counter. "Next week everyone's off, then it'll be busy again." She pours some whiskey into the glass and slides it over.

Louis swirls the liquid in the glass before bringing it to his mouth. "How have you been otherwise, love?" He asks before taking a sip.

"So good, Lou." Purva drags out the word. "Matt bought me a puppy for our first anniversary." She pulls her phone out of her backpocket. "Do you wanna see?"

"Well obviously." The doctor replies, rolling his eyes. "You can't just tell me you've got a new puppy and then not show me." He states like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

With a giggle, the bartender finds the photos and hands the phone over to Louis who starts scrolling. "Knock yourself out, I'm gonna go see if I can help anyone else in the meantime."

Louis acknowledges with a nod, his eyes trained on the device in his hand- smiling as he swipes back and forth between the photos.

His eyebrows raised slightly when a string of messages pops up from an unsaved number. He tries not to read it, but it's kind of difficult when the person is literally sending one after the other. So he does read them, chuckling at the word vomit and sometimes repeated words, as he does.

When Purva makes her way back to her friend, he hands over her phone with a simple "Who's H?"

A frown and confused look on the bartender's face clearly gives away that she's lost, so Louis explains himself before she could say anything. "She sent you a bunch of messages, ending it off with an H and two kisses."

Shaking her head, Purva takes the phone and opens the messages, reading them with a smile before she quickly types a reply.

"Oh, it's just Harry." Purva replies without giving it a second thought.

"Who's he talking about? What did he do that you're not judging him for?" Louis can't help but ask.

"Can't say. Bartender-patron confidentiality." Purva replies, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Is it my Harry?" Louis asks and Purva raises an eyebrow.

"You've got a Harry?"

"I mean. Not mine. But like..." Louis pauses, swirling the golden liquid in his glass again and bringing the glass back to his mouth. "The one you've told me about." He corrects himself before taking a sip.

"Not that it's any of your business, but yes." The bartender replies, narrowing her eyes. "That Harry." She adds, picking up a bottle of water and taking a sip.

"Oh." Louis says, taking another sip of his whiskey. "He works in my unit, you know."

At hearing that, Purva chokes on the water she's busy drinking spraying the man in front of her in the process before bursting into a coughing fit.

"Fucking hell, love!" Louis exclaims while getting up and making his way around the counter in a rather quick fashion. "Here." He says, lifting his friend's arms. "Hold up your arms, love." He adds, holding her arms in place. "And breathe, yeah." He encourages, setting a pace until she follows.

"Sorry." The bartender says in a small voice.

"Hey, no worries." Louis assures. "I've gotten worse shit on me at times, a little water is nothing, okay?" He takes a few paper napkins and wipes his face. "Besides, now I know how Zahra must have felt this afternoon. Except she got sprayed with coffee." He adds with a chuckle.

"Why?" Purva asks, taking the napkins and throwing it in the trash.

"I'm not sure to be honest." Louis shrugs and walks back around, taking his seat again. "Shawn was busy joking around about someone giving me a good review on a gardening website, and Harry kind of choked on his coffee the way you did just now." The doctor replies before taking another sip of whiskey and Purva lets out a loud cackle, because well... she's sure she knows why.

If Louis' initial statement wasn't clear enough, this sure as hell confirms it, but still the bartender finds herself asking: "So you're his boss?"

"Who's?" Louis asks with furrowed eyebrows.

"Harry's."

"I mean, yeah, I guess I am." He takes another sip of whiskey.

The confirmation send chills running down her spine. The realization that Harry's crushing on Louis, one of her best and most dearest friends- someone who doesn't even believe in love, breaks her heart and before she knows it a string of words leaves her mouth. "Pleae don't play with him, Lou. He's so soft and kind-hearted. Please don't hurt him." She almost begs.

And Louis can't help it when he gets a little worked up over her words. "What is it with everyone thinking I'm gonna hurt him or whatever?" He asks. "First Liam, now you. I mean, the guy's already got a fucking boyfriend. I'm not one to meddle in established relationships. Surely you know that."

She doesn't know why she does it. Maybe it's the guilt she starts feeling at the disappointed tone in Louis' voice, and she just wants to let him know that she's sorry but she can't find the right words to tell him and in that moment she lets out something she knows she probably shouldn't. But the stress of Louis possibly being mad at her is weighing down and quite frankly to much to bear. "He doesn't though." She says, her voice shaking the slightest bit.

"He doesn't what?" Louis asks. The icy tone in his voice matches his eyes.

"Have a boyfriend."

"Don't talk shit, P." Louis downs the remainder of his whiskey. "His best friend told Shawn that he has one."

"Niall or Em?"

"Huh?"

"Which one of them told Shawn?"

"Niall I guess."

"I knew it!" The bartender exclaims. "I knew there was something going on between them. These eyes sees everything." She states proudly, pointing to her own eyes.

Louis smiles for a second, but it falters rather quickly when he meets his friend's eyes again. "Nice try trying to change the subject. But yeah. Niall told him that he has one."

Now, Purva knows that it'll be best to just leave it and let her friend think Harry's not available, but she feels like she's already disappointed him enough and when the truth comes out, because it always does, she doesn't want him question her loyalty about something like this. "Listen." She says while taking the now empty glass. "I don't want to tell you what to think or believe for that matter, but he doesn't have one."

"How do you know?"

"Bartender-patron confidentiality."

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The Princess of all Saiyans

Masterlist

Hey Everyone! It's been a while. My life's been kind of hectic the past couple of months. Long story short: I Graduated from Highschool this year, so I was busy with everything having to do with that. Then my summer job sadly prevented me from writing as well. And then I started College, which was a big change for me. For now, there are no more chapters in my life opening or closing. Now I'm finally in a place where I feel comfortable continuing this book again. I could've honestly been writing during all of this chaos. But I wouldn't have been pleased with the quality of my writing. I'm really excited to get back into the swing of things. I don't think this chapter panned out the way I originally planned, but I'm still happy with it. As always, I hope you enjoy it. And if you have any comments or concerns, feel free to let me know. My inbox is always open!

Chapter 11

You've been walking for quite some time now, and the experience has been excruciating. You haven't been in this much pain since you and Raditz were on planet Telia, ten-something years ago. Those damn underlings were able to get a good sneak attack on you. Though you can't say, you let them get away scot-free. You made sure to make their entire dreadful race pay for that injury. You and Raditz had covered up that incident, much like you're doing with your current injury.

"So---" You can hear Goku talking to Krillin from just slightly left of you. "Did you guys find the senzu beans?" Wow, Kakarot may be the least subtle creature you've ever encountered.

"Ya." Krillin chuckles. "All four of us were in pretty rough shape." Goku glances at you with a worried look on his face. You glare at him as Raditz eyes the two of you skeptically. He knows something's off between the two of you. Maybe something serious did happen while you and his brother were trapped together.

A bit more time has passed, and you've been trying your best to keep up with the others. But it isn't as easy as you thought. You're now trailing behind the rest of them, with Raditz turning back to look at you every so often. The largest Saiyan slows down to catch up with your slower pace, now walking beside you.

He turns to you, whispering in a low tone. "Something's off." Raditz can no longer stay silent about his concerns. First, it was the strange vibes between you and Kakarot. And now it's your out-of-character demeanor making him uneasy.

"About what?"

"You. Typically you walk beside your brother, and when he doesn't let you, you make sure you're always only a few paces behind. But right now, you couldn't be more content to trail everyone. Plus, you're far too confident to not be in the very front." Raditz has been around far too long for your liking. Damn him. He knows you far too well, and you hate him for it.

You roll your eyes at him. "So this conclusion of yours is based on the way I'm walking? I'm tired. When I fought, Burter, that physically drained me. And then I got trapped in a ditch with your moronic brother, that mentally drained me. I'm exhausted, Raditz."

"It's not just the way you're walking. It's your mannerisms as well." He points at your side. "Your hand hasn't moved from your side from the moment I first saw you."

"God, Raditz." You scoff. "Stop overanalyzing everything."

"Getting defensive now? That's your M.O whenever you're hiding something." He looks back and forth between your face and your hand that has remained glued to your side. The gears in the older Saiyan's head slowly but surely turning. " Y/N, are you hurt?"

"No." You snap your eyes shut, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood in an attempt to suppress a wince of pain. "I'm fine."

He tilts his head at you. "Y/N, I know you claim otherwise, but I'm not stupid. I know you're in pain."

You chuckle softly in a self-pitying way. "Am I that easy to read?"

Raditz shakes his head, smiling to himself. "No, I've just known you for a long time now." He returns to his serious demeanor, his gaze returning to the area of your wound. "How bad is it?"

"I barely feel it at all. Though, climbing out of that ditch must have reopened the cut."

Raditz snickers. "You're a bad liar."

"That's strange. I've been told in the past that I'm quite good at lying."

A smirk spreads across Raditz's lips. "Well, you apparently aren't when I'm involved."

The larger Saiyan glances at the back of your brother's head. You respond with a glare, firmly pulling on a large chunk of his hair. You know what Raditz wants to do, and it's not happening. "Don't even think about it."

"I-I think we should tell him Y/N."

"No." You let go of his hair, tapping his chest with extreme force. "You're going to keep your big mouth shut. Vegeta will freak out. You know how irrational he gets."

Raditz decides to let you have your way--- for now. The man can't help but wonder why you're so stubborn, but then again, his nature isn't much different from yours.

With every minute that passes, your condition only seems to worsen. Your eyes even start to droop. "Y/N?" Raditz turns to you, his features beginning to fill with worry. He places one of his large hands on your forehead. You're burning up. "You have a fever. Your wound must be infected."

"No." You shake your head in disagreement, almost like a child. As your mental state becomes more and more delirious.

"Vegeta!" Raditz shouts, gaining your brother's attention.

"Fuck you, Raditz! You're such a blabbermouth!" You shout at the larger Saiyan in front of you.

"What's wrong this time? Is my sister trying to pull you into another one of her elaborate schemes?"

"Y/N's hurt--- bad." Vegeta's eyes widen, and not even a millisecond later, he rushes to your side. "She has a fever. I think her cut is infected."

"Where is it?" He crosses his arms at you, noticing your hand placed firmly on your side. He moves your hand out of the way with ease, lifting your armor. "How did this happen?"

"Burter nicked me during our fight. It's no big deal."

"No big deal? It's infected, you stupid woman!" He turns his attention to Kakarot. "Did you know about this?"

You snicker. "Oh ya, Vegeta. I get hurt, and the first person I run to tell is Kakarot." Vegeta's fists clench at your sarcastic remark, turning his fit of rage back at you.

"You know, in certain situations, you're more prone to infections. And a planet like Namek checks all of the boxes! You know you need to be more careful. Damn our mother and her faulty genetics!" Sadly that's a trait you had inherited from your mother. On most planets, you'd be fine, and injuring yourself would be no big deal. But Namek has specific conditions that result in you being more vulnerable.

"Raditz, pick her up." Raditz picks you up, giving you a piggyback ride. You wrap your arms around his neck, giving yourself better balance. Vegeta glances up at you. He looks even madder than usual. "With the condition, you're in, you will not be fighting. You will stay away from Jeice, and you won't even enter the same proximity as Ginyu. Do you understand me?"

"But--"

"No!" His voice booms, gaining the attention of every creature for miles. "I'm not kidding around. Do you understand me?"

You bite your lip, tilting your head downwards, avoiding your brother's gaze like the plague. "Yes, Vegeta." Vegeta returns to the front of the group, his mood sourer than ever.

As Raditz begins to walk, he starts talking to you again. "Are you mad at me?" You don't verbally respond. Instead, you claw into his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh. "Fuck. I'll take that as a yes."

"You're a tattletale."

Raditz chuckles. "No wonder why Vegeta babies you. You'll thank me for this later, you stubborn woman. And I've kept your secrets before, handfuls of them, actually. Like what happened on planet Telia----" Raditz realized the grave mistake he had just made, mentioning that incident in the presence of the very being you worked so hard to hide it from.

You slap the older Saiyan upside the head as Vegeta turns backward, a scowl plastered on his face. "What happened on plant Telia?" It was a rhetorical question, mocking both you and Raditz. "Oh, the three of us will be discussing this in length later. Because it sounds to me like you both lied to me on that initial report." You and Raditz gulp, you've heard that tone from your brother millions of times now, and it has never once become any less terrifying.

"Oh, lighten up, Geta." You groan. "That was like, what? Around thirteen years ago?"

"The amount of time that has passed matters very little to me. As I said before, this is a discussion for later."

A few more hours have passed, which honestly feels like days at this point. And considering Namek's strange day cycle, it very well could've been. "How much farther?" Your question was clearly directed at Vegeta. And at this point, you're not even sure he has any idea where you're headed either.

"I don't know why you're the one complaining." Raditz huffs. "You're not the one doing all of the walking! And if you ask him that one more time, I'm going to drop you." Ok so maybe, that wasn't the first time you've asked that question today. Or the second, or third, you're very bored.

"Man Raditz." You roll your eyes, which are barely open at this point. "You sure complain--- a lot."

"You were just complaining." The long-haired Saiyan grumbles.

"No, I simply asked Vegeta a question. There's a difference Raditz. I know it's hard for your feeble mind to understand." When you're sick, you tend to act, oh what's the word? Bitcher than normal. And that's saying a lot.

Raditz clenches his jaw. "Vegeta. I need a break from your sister."

"That's how I felt ninety percent of the time I was stuck in a room with you, Nappa, and Cado. And you didn't see me running to wine to Frieza about it."

Before Raditz can retort, your brother interjects. "That's enough! From both of you!"

Krillin, Gohan, and Goku have identical bewildered expressions on their faces. Krillin turns to Vegeta, lowering his voice to a whisper. He doesn't want to be the next victim of your wrath. "Do they always fight like this?" The human finds this perplexing. Back on Earth, the pair seemed inseparable. They appeared to be the Saiyan equivalent of what on Earth would be considered best friends.

Vegeta lets out an exaggerated sigh. "Yes, but typically it's more playful in nature. When my sister is sick, she becomes even brattier than usual."

Vegeta's warning to both of you seems to have fallen on dead ears. Because your quarrel has not ceased, in fact, it has only elevated. "I will drop you, you royal brat!"

"I dare you to you second-class runt. I could still kick your ass even in my delirious state. I wouldn't even have to try very hard."

"I'm considering----"

Before Raditz can even get three words out, your bickering is once again interrupted, and not by the person you may think. "Enough!" Gohan shouts. You honestly forgot the others were here for a moment."If you two keep fighting like this, you're going to get all of us killed!" You and Raditz stare at the boy in shock. It's been a long time since the two of you have been yelled at by a child. The last time being when you were children yourselves. Vegeta hasn't changed much since childhood. He's been bossing you around and shouting at you since you were children, but I'm sure that's not very surprising.

"Ya, and I can take Y/N---- if you need a break." Goku rubs the back of his neck, chuckling sheepishly. "Not that I want to hold Y/N or anything."

"No." You rapidly shake your head. "Raditz, I'm sorry. I'll be good now--- I promise."

A wicked grin spreads across Raditz's lips right before he grabs your hands with his larger ones. He loosens your grip around his neck, moving your body with ease, scooping you up into his arms. Every step Raditz takes toward Goku seems even more antagonizing slower than the last. Until he's standing directly in front of his younger brother. He elevates his arms slightly, dropping you right in front of an unsuspecting Goku.

Lucky for you, Goku has sharp reflexes. That allows the Saiyan to catch you easily. Raditz look's his brother dead in the eyes, his typical arrogant grin still on his lips. "She's your problem now, Kakarot." Raditz gazes downward to look at you. "Stop pouting. Maybe next time, you'll be nicer to good old Raditz."

A low growl echoes in the back of your throat as you glare daggers at the Saiyan standing before you. "Ya, or maybe next time, I'll rip out your tail and strangle you with it!" The only thing that's stopping you from lunging at Raditz is Goku's firm grip holding you in place.

Rather than arguing that the entire group has become accustomed to, the whole area has become dead silent. You're no longer pouting. Instead, you are glaring at the man who continues to carry you bridal style. You've never liked being held like this. It makes you feel weak like you have no control over your own body.

What makes you even more irritated, Is how Goku reacts to your death stare. He just grins at you. Does he just never get angry? What kind of Saiyan is he? It fills you with so much anger that someone as dopey as Kakarot has Saiyan blood flowing through his veins.

You clench your fists. You just wanna punch Kakarot so badly. He just has such a punchable face. If you could take away his cheery personality, he'd actually be quite attractive. Wait--- what the hell are you thinking? Kakarot is stupid and way too friendly for you to ever think of him in that way.

You move your fist up, finally giving in to your urges, attempting to punch the man holding you. Probably not your wisest moment, but your brain isn't functioning normally right now. Goku catches your hand with ease. His reflexes are unreal, or maybe this fever has you more sluggish than you believed. You'd prefer to think that it's the second option. He chuckles to himself. He's still not upset. What the hell is wrong with him? "Come on, Y/N. You gotta be quicker than that." He's challenging you. How Saiyan like of him. You seem to always be able to find specks of Saiyan nature in the cheerful man. And those are the aspects you actually like about him.

Your eyes begin to once again feel heavy as your eyes droop shut, just before you fall asleep in the arms of your enemy.

Twenty-Something Years Ago:

You're sitting on your bed, sitting crisscrossed, a book laying open on your lap. Since your father is currently off-planet, you can read all you want. You're enamored with your newest book. It's all about a topic referred to as diplomacy. It's fascinating and has many concepts that are entirely foreign to you, yet at the same time, some of these ideas are also familiar.

As you read, your door slams open, but you pay the interruption almost no attention, not even bothering to look up from your book. Honestly, the unwelcome intrusion has you more angered than anything else. "God, Vegeta." You roll your eyes. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" Something's not right. When Vegeta usually bursts into your room, he's automatically shouting at you.

Out of pure curiosity, you look up from your book. However, standing at your door, you don't find Vegeta. A boy with a very similar appearance but with a much smaller stature stands in your door frame. He's out of breath, desperately huffing for air. "Tarble?" You furrow your brows at your brother, launching off your bed to get closer to him. "What's wrong?" You have this sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. Your twin has never behaved in such a manner before.

"Captain--- Captain Ginyu is here." Tarble is shaking, his eyes watering slightly.

You scowl ever so slightly. "But Ginyu's not scheduled to be on planet Vegeta any time soon."

"It's--- It's a surprise visit. What do we do, Y/N?"

You contemplate for a moment before your features fill with alarm. "Tarble? Where's Vegeta?"

His lip quivers as he looks down at the floor. "He's with Captain Ginyu."

"Damn it." You mutter under your breath. Diplomacy is a skill you need right now. And Vegeta doesn't have a single quality that a diplomat possesses. Your elder brother is more likely to unnecessarily provoke the Captain, putting your entire race in hot water with the Frieza Force.

You rush over to your bedside table, rummaging through the drawer. Once you have your scouter in your hand, you run back over to your brother. "Stay in here, and use this to channel our father. Let him know what's going on." You push past your twin, about to leave, before Tarble's voice calls out to you.

"Wait, Y/N!" You turn back to look at him. "Where are you going?"

"I have to go stop our older brother from doing something stupid. Everything will be fine, I promise. Just calm down and do as I said." And with that, you take off, praying that Vegeta hasn't already done something rash.

As you sprint down the halls of the palace, you run face-first into the torso of a large body. "Princess?"

You look up at the bald Saiyan, the one who's supposed to be at your brother's side at all times. Since the future king of planet Vegeta needs to be protected. "Nappa, Where is my brother?"

The imbecile scratches the back of his neck, contemplating much longer for your liking. "I'm not sure. I haven't seen the runt in quite some time. You should probably ask Vegeta."

You scowl at the Saiyan. "Not Tarble, you fool! I'm asking you where Vegeta is!"

"Oh, Why didn't you just say so?" It's taking every ounce of restraint you have in your body to not viciously attack Nappa. "He's just outside of the palace."

You run through Nappa, intentionally knocking the large Saiayn onto the floor. His stupidity lost you precious time. It was quite an amusing sight, though. A mere child, being able to take down one of your father's best warriors.

You arrive outside of the palace, your eyes landing on your target. This is the first time you've ever seen Captain Ginyu. Sure, you've heard stories of the purple man. And much like your people, Ginyu is just as bloodthirsty and just as ruthless. Much to your surprise, the Captain doesn't have an army behind him. This was just before the Ginyu Force had formed. All Ginyu was at this point in time was a captain of one of Frieza's many armies.

You walk over to them, now standing at your brother's side. "Captain Ginyu." You speak with your hands, an exaggerated smile appearing on your lips. "To what do we owe the honor?"

The man looks down at you, clearly analyzing you with his scouter. "Well, if this isn't a surprise. I think this is the first time I've had the pleasure of meeting you, Y/N." Ginyu extends his large hand out to you, causing Vegeta to feel a great deal of alarm. Your brother's body has gone tense with an apprehensive look on his face. But when your older brother looks over to you, there isn't even a glint of fear in your eyes. You're calm, almost as if one of Lord Frieza's deadliest warriors was not standing before you. You accept the Captain's hand, presenting him with a short but polite handshake. "Your father doesn't like showing you off much, does he?"

You chuckle softly. "My father likes to hold his cards close to his chest. I'm sure a man like yourself is quite similar." Sucking up to Ginyu is not your favorite pastime, but it needs to be done. And every Saiyan on this planet knows your big brother is far too prideful to do it himself.

Ginyu looks between you and Vegeta carefully. For someone so highly regarded by Frieza, he sure isn't subtle. He's trying to read your facial expressions. Unfortunately for him, your father has raised you both much better than that. A poker face to you feels more natural than a genuine expression. "Speaking of your father, where is he right now?"

"He's of---"

You quickly cut Vegeta off. "He's in a meeting. That's why our father sent me out. He wanted you to know he sends his regards, but his hands are tied at the moment. He will be here at soon as possible. I hope my brother and I can suffice your needs in the meantime."

Captain Ginyu eyes you skeptically, tilting his head at you ever so slightly. "That sounds serious. I hope it's nothing too pressing."

"Of course not. It's nothing my father can't handle."

You're about to continue your schmoozing, but you're stopped by Vegeta aggressively yanking on your arm. "We need to talk-- in private."

You grimace at your brother's words. He just always has to make everything that much more difficult for you. You turn back to Ginyu, offering the man a cheerful smile. "Will you excuse us for a moment? We'll be right back."

Vegeta drags you around a corner, concealing you both from Ginyu's prying eyes. "What do you think you're doing?" He huffs at you in a whisper. "I had everything under control."

You snicker, crossing your arms. "You were just about to tell Ginyu that our father was off-planet. It sounds to me like I got here just in time to prevent you from making a grave mistake."

"I don't see why that matters."

"And that's the issue, Vegeta. Now we don't have time for this. Let's go." You turn back around, walking back over to Ginyu, Vegeta trailing not far behind. "I'd like to apologize for my brother's rudeness, Captain Ginyu." You shake your head but with a slight smirk across your lips. "All Saiyan men are the same, and my brother is no exception. They're incredibly thickheaded and quite savage. I'm convinced they don't even realize what brutes they are." You watch your brother ball his hands up into fists from beside you. It fills you with an immense feeling of joy knowing you're getting under Vegeta's skin for once. You turn back to Ginyu, plastering that disingenuous grin on your face. "Now, how about we give you a tour of our wonderful planet?"

You and Vegeta have shown Ginyu around almost the entirety of your planet, and you must admit you're beginning to grow worried. Luckily you've managed to hold off any more questions about your father's whereabouts by charming him with various facts about planet Vegeta. But to be honest, you're not sure how much longer you can hold up this charade for. You've exhausted pretty much every idea that you've been able to come up with.

"Captain Ginyu!" Your father's brash voice invades your ears as you turn around to finally see the man you've been anxiously waiting for. You've never seen your father walk in such an urgent manner, and it's pretty funny watching your twin struggling to keep up with your father's pace.

Your father places himself between you and Vegeta, ruffling your hair affectionately. You look up at him. "How'd your meeting go?"

Your father meets your gaze, catching onto your deception almost immediately. "It went very well. Thank you both for keeping Captain Ginyu company in my absence, but I think I can handle it from here." He directs his attention back onto Captain Ginyu. "Now, how about we discuss you're abrupt arrival somewhere more private."

The two men exit your field of view, leaving the three of you alone. Tarble, in his typical fashion, glues himself to your side. "What the hell was that?" Vegeta spits out with venom. "Where was your pride? You were basically groveling at his feet."

You furrow your brows at him. "I was doing what needed to be done. And if you think our father isn't currently doing the same thing, you're a bigger fool than I thought."

"I know our father is being more agreeable with him, but not at the cost of his pride."

"It's always about pride with you." You step closer to Vegeta, closing the distance between you. "Your pride today would have cost the loss of countless lives today, Vegeta."

"Then so be it. If there are Saiayn's that inadequate on our planet, we should probably just exterminate them now. It'll save us the hassle later on."

You snicker, shaking your head at Vegeta. "Some King you'll be." You turn to your twin. "Let's go, Tarble. I have no desire to be near our foolish brother right now."

The conversation between Captain Ginyu and your father was brief. It was a very anticlimactic ending to the naked eye. The briefness of this encounter only set off more alarm bells in King Vegeta's head. It was clear to the man that Ginyu's excuse for being on his planet was bullshit. He's just not quite sure what the captain's intentions were, but he sure as hell is going to find out.

As soon as Ginyu left planet Vegeta, he promptly set course for his next destination. He's headed straight to Lord Frieza to report his findings, and he's eager to do so.

Ginyu arrives on the planet in record time, heading straight for the throne room. Ginyu kneels before Frieza, waiting for his boss to speak. "Captain Ginyu. You're sure back early. I trust you were able to gather enough information on the young prince."

Captain Ginyu nods enthusiastically. "Of course, Lord Frieza. The Price was exactly the same as the previous data we collected on him. He's powerful and quite intelligent for a Saiyan. Though, he did inherit that nasty temper from his father."

Frieza sighs. "How disappointing."

"But I did discover something that you may find interesting, Lord Frieza."

Frieza tilts his head at the man. He can't help but feel intrigued. "Go on." It's not that easy for him to find an advantage over those monkeys, so he'll take any information Ginyu can give him, no matter how minuscule.

"Y/N--- King Vegeta's daughter piqued my interest greatly. She's not even close to as strong as her brother, but she's remarkably clever. She's very good with words, she knows how to manipulate people. I'd say she might even be better than King Vegeta himself."

"Now, that is fascinating. Good work, Ginyu. I'll look into the Princess's abilities more in-depth later. You're excused."

This is just something I felt the need to clarify: So in this chapter's flashback, Vegeta is around three, and Y/N and Tarble are about two. In my head, I picture children on planet Vegeta behaving like miniature adults. My idea is once they leave their chambers (the tanks they are raised in to get their basic Saiyan instincts under control), their minds are fully grown, but their physical growth is quite delayed. That's why they curse and stuff. I have a minuscule window of time to squash in all of my plot ideas. So this was the best way to do so.

#goku #goku x reader #saiyan reader #vegeta #vegeta's sister #DBZ Fanfiction #dbz x reader #dragon ball x reader #dragon ball z #the princess of all saiyans

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THESEUS - a dsmp story ( DreamSMP x Queen!Reader)

CHAPTER FOUR : LOOK ‘EM IN THE EYE AIM NO HIGHER, SUMMON ALL THE COURAGE YOU REQUIRE THEN COUNT!

Chapter Summary: Wilbur makes a proposition, Tommy finally gets his fight, warning shots are fired and the bomb that was planted finally went off.

pairing: c!wilbur x queen!reader

an// tbh im not that happy with this one, I hope yall like it! but hopefully Ill like chapter 6 lol

⚠︎ swearing, dsmp spoliers(?), angst, fighting, minor blood mention, not proofread. Y/N/N = your nickname

word count: 5.1k

THESEUS MASTERLIST

"Are you sure you want to do this because Tommy is a good fighter!"

"He's also good at being annoying, so you'll die either way."

"SHUT UP YOU TWO!"

Currently Tommy and You were by a small lake in L'Manburg facing each other with swords and guns. Fundy and Tubbo were belittling Tommy on the sidelines. Tubbo was trying to convince the both of them not to do this so they wouldn't get hurt badly before the actual war begins. Wilbur was standing in between the two and Eret nervously standing off to the side with Tubbo and Fundy.

When You arrived you explained to the three people who were there, Tubbo, Fundy, and Wilbur, that Tommy and you were going to fight that day. Tubbo and Fundy were not for that idea at all, but Wilbur approved it. After a while of thinking and conversation of course he agreed.

Eret and Tommy arrived at L'Manburg as well and apparently Tommy already told Eret that he was fighting his wife.

"You know what Eret? I'm gonna fight your wife today! Yeah it'll be a good fight, don't worry I wont hurt her that badly."

Of course Eret did not want this duel to happen and tried to convince Wilbur to not let the two do this to one another. He was concerned about the task and hand yes, but You getting hurt or even worse, killed was not a thing he wanted not needed. Tommy was a loose cannon, he worked on impulse. You were basically fighting a bull while wearing all red.

Wilbur had pulled You aside for the second time this week and started to have a conversation with you again. It was a needed conversation so when Wilbur grabbed her arm.and pulled her away you didn't hesitate this time. As the two talked in the distance you heard Fundy yelling at Tommy about the dangers of fighting You at a time like this. Your mind was all over the place at this point.

"You know how this works?" Wilbur looked at You and Tommy.

"Yes!"

"Yes I do"

You knew what was going to happen. They both had 6 bullets in their gun, if they use all of their bullets they can use their swords instead. You were in your head at this moment. Wilbur was explaining how this duel would work to Tubbo, while You contemplated whether to waste youshot by shooting in the sky or aiming at Tommy's foot. you didn't want to hurt him at all, they had a war coming soon so hurting Tommy would not help L'Manburg. Then again, when was helping L'Manburg a part of your mission?

You snapped out of your mind and saw Tommy glaring daggers at her. He looked harmless.

"I am going to beat you." Tommy said in a voice that can be only compared to a robot.

"You wish!" You scoffed and smiled, smiled which made Tommy scoff and look away.

Wilbur spoke over the two, "ALRIGHT! You two will be back to back facing away from each other, then take ten paces. When I say "fire" you two will fire and shoot and fight until one is damaged and cannot battle anymore or until I call a draw. Understand?"

"Yes Wilbur!" Tommy exclaimed.

"Of course." You calmly said.

"Alright" Wilbur agreed and motioned for the two to turn away from each other.

They had both touched backs and You had taken a huge deep breath.

The dilemma in your head was still spinning. Whether to shoot him or to shoot into the air. you would be a coward wouldn't you?

"You scared?" Tommy taunted you.

"No. Just getting ready to beat your ass."

"HA! That's not gonna happen. You're all talk."

"We'll see about that." Wilbur spoke, inserting himself into their conversation.

Wilbur had stepped back towards the group of men who sat and were watching the whole duel. There was tension in the air, they all could feel it. They all thought this was a bad idea, You thought this was a bad idea. What if this tore the whole plan apart will they ever get to-

"READY? ONE!"

They both took a step.

Aim to the sky or aim towards Tommy?

"TWO!"

Where would you aim?

"THREE!"

What would happen if Tommy ended up dead?

"FOUR!"

Would Dream be happy?

"FIVE!"

If you aim towards the sky. Tommy might shoot. you would be an open target.

"SIX!"

It would be over right? If you aim at the sky?

"SEVEN!"

Tommy.

"EIGHT!"

Up in the air.

"NINE!"

How can this end?

The sky? Tommy? Where does the bullet go?

Where do you go?

"NUMBER TEN PACES, FIRE!"

*bang!*

Tommy's eyes widened and You stood my ground.

"She shot her pistol towards the sky?!" Tubbo shouted.

Wilbur stood there with a smirk and Eret let out a sigh of relief and immediately relaxed. Tommy didn't shoot his gun at all; he looked like a deer caught in the headlights. This was the right way.

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"I want you to shoot into the sky." Wilbur had taken you to an uninhabited part of the wall to talk.

"Why?"

Wilbur had sighed and looked over to where Tommy was gloating to Eret about dueling his wife.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Tommy is rather impulsive. He does things without thinking or with any concern for consequence. He says things without thinking too, as you've seen firsthand."

You nodded and laughed before Wilbur kept talking.

"I want him to hesitate. I want him to think for once. I know he wants to fight right now, he's riled up because of the battle. I expect him to shoot, but I hope that he won't. He won't." Wilbur seemed to be convincing himself this was a good idea.

"That's reassuring." You replied sarcastically.

Wilbur rolled his eyes, "I believe he won't kill you nor harm you. At least that's the plan. I care for him. He's a good fighter and he should be able to see his opponent before going all ape shit."

"I get it. I want to do this, but you said he works on impulse. What if he shoots?" You continued to worry.

"I'm here. And uh- Fundy is great at healing. We have healing potions in the van as well. You will not die on my watch. We need you for the war."

You nodded and continued to stare into Wilbur's brown eyes waiting for another comment from his mouth.

"Do this for me please? For us?"

You opened your mouth to speak, but Wilbur sighed before continuing his statement,

"You don't have to do this. I should've said that first. I understand that death is scary, believe me I don't want to die either. So I can figure out another way to get to Tommy if you are uncomfortable with this."

This time it wasn't a forced situation. He was literally giving you a huge way out, an open path, but you already agreed to fight before. It wasn't like you were put into this without paths to take. you had options. Now that potions were involved and there are spectators that can act as doctors eased your nerves just slightly. you can do this.

"Or were you planning on shooting Tommy anyways?"

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You looked towards Wilbur and smiled warmly at him and he returned your same smile.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! YOU MADE ME LOOK LIKE THE BAD GUY! YOU-"

"I didn't even call it a draw yet Tommy. You can still fight-"

"It's clear that my opponent doesn't want this. If I did, I would be more of a bad guy than I already am now." Tommy dropped his gun to the green grass underneath his feet.

You followed suit, dropping your gun onto the grass below you. You walked towards Tommy trying to find the right words at this moment. He had his head hung low looking at the gun that laid in the lush grass in front of him. You had walked towards him and put a hand on his shoulder and he began to tense up at the friendly gesture.

"Tommy, you're not a bad guy. You did the right thing at that moment. You're neutral really, if you would've shot me then yeah you would be considered "the bad guy". But in reality, there is no such thing as good or bad, there are just people with different morals." You whispered that last part and Tommy seemed to reluctantly understand, still sticking to his main idea of him being a bad guy.

He was really stubborn, which made it harder for you to make him feel better.

"This is what I wanted Tommy! I wanted you to hesitate before you shot her." Wilbur tried to pick his spirits up by revealing his plan.

"THEN WHAT IF I SHOT HER?!"

"you would've been fine. Plus you weren't going to brutally damage or kill Y/N right?"

Tommy stuttered a little bit before speaking, explaining himself.

"No I wasn't! My goal was at least to scare her, or graze you with my bullet." Tommy rushed.

"What if you slipped up and hit Y/N instead?" Tubbo came into the conversation leading Fundy and Eret with him.

"Then I would feel incredibly horrible that I hurt an ally." Tommy said while hanging his head. "I understand, Wilbur, I understand what today's duel was for." Tommy continued.

"To be honest, this was a last minute decision! I talked to Y/N before and we both decided it was a good idea for you. Especially when a war is coming up."

"Mhm. I am okay now. I've learned, and I just hope that I can transfer this into the war." Tommy seemed relieved, but also not wanting to learn his lesson. It was bad to assume, but it sounded like he wanted to get this lecture over with.

Wilbur humed while turning away satisfied with what happened today. He walked towards the HTO van with Fundy following suit leaving Tommy and you standing next to each other still recovering from what just happened. Eret and Tubbo were standing a few feet away from them making small glances to the two making sure they are okay.

"I still hate you." Tommy grumbled.

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The five citizens were sitting in the meeting room making potions with the brewing machines or doing their own thing at the moment. Wilbur didn't have anything planned for today except for making many potions for battle. You were helping with potions as well. you were more skilled at potion making than battle. you can hold yourself down and maybe kill someone, but you don't recommend for herself to do that.

"Wow Y/N/N you're making potions so much faster than I am. Teach me your secrets!" Tubbo exclaimed.

"What did you call me?" You asked The boy softly.

"What do you mean? I called you Y/N/N." Tubbo said, confused.

Has Dream ever called you Y/N/N before because it seems like you've never been called that before. Tubbo was still looking quizzically at you waiting for an answer.

"I don't think I've been called Y/N/N before." You answered.

"Y/N might be uncomfortable with that." Wilbur joined into their conversation.

"Oh! I'm sorry! If that made you-"

"I'm okay! You can call me Y/N/N'' You said while waving your hands to dismiss the situation.

"Good! I thought I was being a creep or something." Tubbo laughed.

"Y/N/N HELP ME OUT WITH THESE POTIONS WILL YA?" Tommy shouted from across the room.

"Okay you don't get to call me Y/N/N."

Tommy huffed, "If my best friend can call you Y/N/N I will too!"

"Okay children settle down." Eret said while looking up from the book he was writing.

There was another pause until Fundy had spoken.

"Today seemed like a good day huh? Even though it isn't over so far, so good eh?" Fundy tried making conversation after writing whatever enchantments in his book.

"Yes it was so far! Very surprising today." Tubbo agreed with Fundy.

"Tommy and You gave me a heart attack today. I wouldn't consider this a good day so far." Eret exhaled jokingly. He seemed in good spirits today.

"I'm sorry I gave my husband a heart attack." You taunted.

"But seriously that scared me. Thank goodness nothing happened to the both of you. I wouldn't know what I would do." Eret continued.

"You would live." You said bluntly, staring at him.

Eret nodded at you, sending a small smile your way.

"You would've been a good fighter. Have you fought before?" Fundy inquired.

"I have fought before! I've been trained as well, I'm more into the sneaky side of things, and making potions like I am now." You cheerfully explained.

"Sneaky things?" Wilbur asked.

Your eyes widened slightly before maintaining your composure. you forgot that Wilbur was still on youtail. He thinks that You is still suspicious, so of course when you said that he would jump on the opportunity to interrogate her.

"You could be a spy for us! Maybe spy on Dream and George!" Tubbo exclaimed.

Oh the irony.

Wilbur hummed, "Maybe, that would be interesting. We could get information and they wouldn't turn her down."

"It would be too late anyways if they've seen you here so it would be a major red flag if you showed up there trying to join their team." Eret spoke up, still concentrating on writing enchantments with Fundy.

Thank God that Eret was here, You would be stumbling for the right words and then eventually blowing their cover. you had this happen too many times. They are almost to the end you have to pull back.

"True. You're right!" Wilbur agreed. "Plus we've been more productive since you two came back."

Eret and you both nodded in agreement and went back to doing their tasks.

Tubbo and You were standing together on one side of the room making potions and talking to one another until Tubbo made a quiet gasp.

You looked at him and followed his line of gaze until you saw them again. It was Sapnap and Dream on the top of the new, enlarged L'Manburg walls. Dream pulled back his hand and whipped something toward the van. It looked metal and shiny as it bounced harshly in the grass.

Sapnap then pulled out a bow and arrow and Dream had set it on fire. Sapnap launched the arrow into the walls and it landed by the machine that Dream had thrown. The grass around the arrow caught on fire as well, not making a huge fire but enough to scare the two.

"WILBUR! You have a gift!" Tubbo said as he rushed out of the van and You watched carefully through the window so the two wouldn't do anything to the boy.

"Where did he go?!" Wilbur yelled.

"He went outside to grab the metal thing Dream and Sapnap threw." You said keeping an eye on Tubbo as he came back into the van.

Wilbur rushed towards the window where Aryia was stationed and looked towards the top of the wall where Dream and Sapnap were. Dream took one last final glance at the two in the window then turned away to jump down the wall with Sapnap following suit.

"Guys you might want to take a look at this." Tubbo said while placing the metal thing, which was an old answering machine, on the table.

Wilbur sighed, clearly exhausted with everything that had been going on. He sat down on the edge of the table. Tubbo pressed play on the machine and the recording started.

"Tommy, and Wilbur, and the rest of L'Man-child-burg. We are at war. There is no mercy. We have burned down Tubbo's house, we have planted TNT cannons around your land, we have cobblestone walled the outside, we have shot one warning shot inside your walls. WE HAVE NO MERCY, NO MERCY FOR YOU! We will burn down your houses! We will kill everything inside your walls and we will take back the land that is rightfully ours. If you do not surrender I WANT TO SEE WHITE FLAGS! WHITE FLAGS OUTSIDE YOUR BASE BY TOMORROW AT DAWN, OR YOU ARE DEAD!"

*beep~*

There was a long beep until Tubbo shut off the recorded message. Everyone was silent looking at each other for the next move. Everyone either had a face of anger or one of concern. Eventually everyone turned to Wilbur who had his head down, his hair slightly covering his eyes in a thinking pose. We were waiting for a response from the leader, but it didn't seem like anyone had a response to this situation.

"Hey lets just-"

"Grab me a book and a pen" Wilbur spoke.

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It's been about an hour since we last received the message. The sun has gone down and they are all still sitting around the meeting table.

"What do we get? What's the report?" Wilbur asked.

Tommy started, "Okay so here's the situation, the ‘Dream boys' they're on the roof, they've already killed me and Tubbo once, they feel like they got their power. Their egos are up-"

"They've taken it all." Tubbo added.

"I don't know man, what do you think we've got to do now? Ultimately you're the leader here." Tommy asked the older man.

Wilbur paused before speaking, "I think, the element of surprise is needed. We can't go in just guns blazing."

"My son, how are you doing?" Wilbur asked Fundy.

Fundy stuttered before speaking, "I could've been better."

Wilbur smiled then opened the book he had been writing in for the past hour.

"Before we go into battle though-

"WORDS OVER WEAPONS MY FRIEND!" Tommy interrupted Wilbur

"My gents and m'lady, may I read you the Declaration of Independence?"

Wilbur had started to read through the Declaration complementing the writers who wrote lines in the book. He began reading the main parts of the book.

"When in the course of human events it becomes necessary for-"

"Wilbur" Tommy interrupted Wilbur again

"Yes what, what?" Wilbur asked annoyed

"They're surrounding us, Wilbur."

Tommy stood up looking out of the window at the many fiery arrows making their way towards the van and making the grass around the van catch on small fires.

From inside the van it looked like rain from hell. All the fears you once had came flooding back into your mind. you put herself right in front of the greatest fighters, and assassins in the kingdom and you might not make it out alive.

Wilbur started to head out of the door trying to face his opponents. They all were putting themselves out there exiting the van as fast as they could like a huge target. Speaking of target, an arrow shot by Sapnap landed too close for comfort next to Wilbur. He seemed un phased at this.

"They're not the best shot." Wilbur turned his back on the archers and stood in the doorway to the group inside.

Wilbur began to yell at the archers, "Gentlemen how are you!?"

"Good!" Dream replied bluntly.

Surprisingly they could hear both of each other.

"Do you like the view of our nation!?" Wilbur asked as he smirked.

"Oh God!" Tubbo exclaimed, worried because of the taunting Wilbur was doing.

"We might be a little out gunned here gentlemen." Eret said softly to the others while placing a hand on your shoulder in a comforting way.

"I thought this was a trailer park!" Dream shouted back.

"Very funny, listen. It seems like you've gained the upper hand in people! We will meet you in the field, but on our own terms!" Wilbur concluded.

"YEAH!" Tommy shouted at the archers hyping Wilbur up.

The rest laughed at Tommy's antics trying to keep it together.

"Please stop making things worse!" Tubbo laughed.

Another arrow was shot at Wilbur's feet. He was clearly stunned by this, turning to the rest of the L'Manburgians he spoke to them.

"We armor up gents." Wilbur said, walking away.

Just as he walked away Tommy followed Wilbur outside of the van and then an arrow was shot into Tommy's bicep by George. Tommy yelled in anger and in pain, and the rest followed suit yelling in shock. Tommy clutched the arm that the arrow had found its way into, he tried to keep it together as he fell to his knees. You rushed to Tommy's side trying to take the arrow out carefully and heal him. He kept on shielding his arm away from you and kept babbling incoherent nonsense about “leaving him alone” too.

"It's okay! I'm fine! I'm fine! Don't worry!" Tommy kept shouting.

"You're not fine Tommy, let me help!" You yelled and he finally succumbed to you.

You slowly pulled out the arrow and used bandages that Eret had rushed to give you to wrap around his arm carefully. Throughout this whole process Tommy had a face of discomfort and pain until you had successfully bandaged his upper arm so no blood would seep through. Later on you would have to tend to his wounds more delicately.

"Just stay inside!" Fundy yelled in a hurried tone and was angry at the fact someone had already gotten hurt.

This would've been the outcome of the duel if you hadn't followed Wilbur's orders. Either way he would've been injured. Of course they would go for Tommy. Wilbur's right hand man. It was bound to happen.

You and the rest of the men were clad in netherite or diamond armor and they surrounded Wilbur waiting for another order.

"Tommy I'm putting you in charge of this army." Wilbur said.

Your eyes widened. Didn't Wilbur just say he acted on impulse. This was a bad idea. you were going to die at the hands of the people who gave this opportunity to you.

Wilbur continued, "No matter what happens during this war, no matter who wins and who loses. Just remember that we're on the right side of history."

You have heard that before. What side of history was you on? They have rubbed off on you of course, but with different morals coming from both sides, whose morals do you fit with? If you die, will you be painted in the wrong manner? Are you on the right side as you stand with Eret and Fundy in L'Manburg? Is there even a right side?

"Up the walls we go!" Tommy exclaimed as the group climbed the ladder over the walls.

Your heart was pounding as Tommy led the way towards their next destination. This was going to be very interesting.

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Tommy led us to the destination where the other warriors were on top of a small tower looking down on the L'Manburgians.

"God- whatever we do, don't go up the tower." Tubbo exhaled.

"We have to get them down to our level. We have to get them to come down on their own accord." Wilbur commanded.

"Those bastards." Tommy said as an arrow made of fire was shot precisely onto the ground.

The floor began to rumble as the ground cracked and smoke began to rise beneath you revealing the red, fiery TNT that blew up from beneath them breaking the very ground and dirt they stood on making everyone lose their balance. Everyone started screaming, scrambling to get away from the constant chain of TNT slipping and falling on the debris, and the crevices that formed. You had started to run faster,and faster, sometimes you fell to your knees because of the ground shaking and breaking underneath you. You couldn’t look back but you heard screaming and you could only hope and pray no one fell into the big canyon the TNT made behind you. Your mind was not catching up your feet as you blindly followed Tommy into his own home, cutting around the whole kingdom. The rest followed close behind making their way into the house.

Their clothes were tattered and dirty, singes from the fire were on their war uniforms and armor. As they scrambled for safety the arrows kept coming, hitting the house and the ground outside of it. You felt like this was it for you, your first friends, your enemies shooting arrows of fire at you through your so-called enemies house. You had to stay alive though, keep up the act, but right now you didn't really have to keep an act up because you were actually scared for your life.

The grass in front of Tommy's house was burning while the men gave Tommy all of their arrows. Wilbur commanded them to hail them with arrows. Arrows began burning through the walls breaking into their safe haven. To escape this situation Wibur had told all of them to scatter and make it harder for the archers to shoot them. They all did just that, playing on the defensive dodging the arrows that were hurled towards their way.

Eventually the archers jumped off of the tower retreating towards a nearby river. The L'Manburgians currently had the high ground and You started shooting with arrows purposefully missing so you wouldn't hurt them.

"They are heading to Ponk's tower!" Tommy shouted.

You looked up to one of the highest towers in the kingdom. Damn.

"In that case we need to start heading towards Ponk's tower!" Tubbo yelled, ceasing his arrows trying to get the rest of them to follow his lead.

The men followed Tommy through his shortcuts to get to the base of Ponk's tower faster. Fundy went forward shooting at the others at the base of the tower. You, Eret, Tommy and Tubbo followed Fundy and started shooting and dodging as well.

For now they have retreated towards the walls of L'Manburg hiding slightly below the top. Wilbur was there at first then the rest of the groups followed. The arrows couldn't reach them and the boys cheerfully pointed that fact out. Soon they had started slowly retreating as the sun went down in the distance. You sighed and cheered with the rest of the men that they finally stopped fire. Your heart still beating fast you looked behind you towards Eret sending each other a knowing glance.

The rest were cheering and complimenting each other until Eret spoke up.

"Gentlemen, I think we need to go back to our home." Eret said.

"I think you're right, Eret." Tommy agreed happily.

They made their way back to L'Manburg into the night with Tommy leading them for the last time tonight. Tommy and Wilbur were playfully bickering through the whole walk back to L'Manburg. It was a fun time filled with laughter and it was much needed after that whole war. Even though they all were beaten and tattered with burn marks and scratches, they kept smiling. It's crazy to think about.

The fun ended for you as they reached their destination. The extended walls of L'Manburg were in their sights and your heart rate picked up even more than it had before. This is the end.

"Gentlemen in L'Manburg I have a secret weapon." Eret says, sparking a new conversation.

"What is it?" You asked playing dumb.

"What is it?" Wilbur asked asked as well

"A secret weapon!?" Tubbo exclaimed.

"I feel like Eret is just going to pull out a giant missile." Fundy joked around and your breath hitched. If only they knew.

"But seriously, what do you mean you got a secret weapon?" Tommy spoke fast.

"I've been grinding for equipment, I've been grinding materials." Eret said not to give it away.

"Show us please!" Tommy exclaimed as they all entered L'Manburg once more today.

You joined in as well, "I haven't seen any of this show us Eret!"

You hated lying to them.

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"This is the final control room for you too!" Dream yelled with excitement showing the beautiful dark room.

The chests were empty, there was a button on top of a podium, and there was a secret room where Dream and the rest would be hiding after the war. The plan was simple enough on paper. The two countries would fight until sun down and then Eret would lead the L'Manburgians to the final control room where he would press the button and then The citizens of L'Manburg would be killed and a life would be taken from them.

Dream has taught You about the life limit. Everyone in the kingdom had three lives and if all three lives were taken, there is no coming back. you felt weary taking away someone's life.

"This is where the battle will end." Dream said calmly

Currently it was just Eret and You with Dream. Dream kept explaining the mechanics of the room while they both listened. You kept slipping in and out of your mind at the moment.

This would be the end, he said. It will all come to an end and you will finally find your place in the huge kingdom. you can finally have closure. It will all come to an end.

"You two are on the right side of history, don't worry. Cause if you do this you'll be doing the kingdom a huge favor."

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"This way." Eret led the group into the final control room.

The men were astonished about the huge tunnel entrance to the room. They continue to rush down the tunnel to catch up to Eret.

"I'm excited to show you!" Eret cheerfully said as he walked. "They will never suspect a thing!"

They all ended up in the final control room. You made sure to stand next to Eret making sure that they stayed together. you knew where to leave and when the button was pressed but you had a few minutes to play it off.

"WHAT?"

"This is so cool!"

"What is this place?!"

"There's nothing in the chests." Wilbur said bluntly, as he turned to us still crouching because he opened the chests.

"Eret?" Tubbo asked.

Eret pressed the button and then the wall behind Wilbur opened and revealed Dream, Sapnap, George and Punz. The men started to scream in shock. They were getting attacked. Blood was being spilled and fire was burning down the whole final control room. Eret grabbed your hand pulling you to a secret wall, opening it to reveal stairs that led out of the final control room trying to protect you from getting hurt.

The L'Manburgians fought anyone they saw, but the others knew who specifically to kill. As the L'Manburgians fought for their lives you heard Wilbur yell out over all of the chaos.

"A TRAITOR! GET OUT GET OUT!"

Were you a traitor? Yes you were. They died. The fire around their bodies began to calm as their murders stood over their bodies breathing heavily. There was an orange and purple tint to the room. It looked unreal. This was it. Their bodies began to glow a light blue color and disintegrate showing that one of their lives was taken that day. This was the closure you wanted, but why did it feel like an unfinished symphony? Like it reached the climax of the song then ended.

It's over

Eret saluted to their disintegrating bodies and you followed suit.

"Down with the revolution boys! It was never meant to be."

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Wilbur's POV

"Eret how could you?" We sat on the burnt grass of L'Manburg waiting for one another to show up from being killed.

This was what I suspected from the beginning. Sadly this is what I suspected from the beginning.

"Hey where's Y/N?!" Tubbo whipped his head frantically looking for her.

"They were a traitor as well." Fundy said sadly.

Tommy and Eret were facing each other. Tommy in L'Manburg's walls and Eret standing a few feet outside of them. It was a beautiful picture at this moment, very symbolic.

Tubbo was talking to Eret in a distraught voice before Tommy had interrupted him. "Eret listen to me! And I mean this in the nicest way possible. You fucked up." Tommy said harshly to Eret.

Eret only smirked at this like the madman he is and spoke around him, "farewell gentlemen." And he left us in our ruins.

I had such high hopes for the two of them. Especially Y/N. I knew they were trying to find their home, their place in this huge world. Maybe they'll find it with Dream. That's not what I would've wanted, but they might want to stay there. they'll be back, they'll find their home soon.

"We'll meet again. I know you."

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Tragic Heros- Technoblade

Warnings: mentions of death, greif, blood

Techo didn't understand why today felt so off.

The blizzard outside wouldn't let up for no man. With the draft sweeping in under the wooden door the room felt lost and fridged. Even being part Piglin, Techno felt cold. The frost on the windows, although once it looked like delicate lace. It now looks like thorns.

The world was weeping.

For what Techno wouldn't know. Instead he walked over to his chair. Although it looked comfortable, it didn't offer familiarity. He sat within it, his book in hand. With his reading glasses on his neck he moved them to his face. Trying to ease into the cold night. Techno's eyes lingered over the title. Thesesus and the Minotaur. Thoughts of tommy scanned though his brain.

Although they broke off on a sour note. Techno did sometimes think back to Tommy. Where was he? Was his new Hotel successful? No matter how much time passed he still was Philza's son. It wouldn't matter the army, if Phil gave the word, Techno would still rush to aid Tommy in battle. Would.

Casting away the memories of betrayal, Techno opened his book, beginning the old myth.

Myth's stood as lessons to the new generations. Stories to learn from, the tragic hero's within were marked as warnings of what not to do. However for those who turned there nose away from history. They would always be bound to repeat it.

With the fire long dying off. The last bit of light fading away from the room, Techno was forced to close his book. The voices within his head swirled with chaos. Murmuring things that wouldn't see daylight.

Although Techno was cold and tired, he didn't want sleep. A feeling than ran deep within him, gave him a unspoken warning. A warning that whispered to not sleep. Techno turned his attention to the clock. 2:45.

The low rumble and cry from the wind fallowed as he walked to the kitchen. Seeking to make himself a small cup of tea. Once the tea was ready it was bitter. The usual sweet aroma was tainted. Nothing was going right today.

With a soft sigh Techno ran a hand over his face, long wishing for this everlasting day to end. With his last attempt at fixing the night, he gave up. Walking towards the stairs to end this dreadful day.

With a foot on the stairs he herd a soft knock at the door. He felt no urge to draw his sword, instead he walked over. Turning the handle to see Ranboo.

He was without his crown, normal attire looking rather shabby compared to how he tended to keep himself. His face was horrible. Long streaks of red burn marks starting from his eyes, and straggling down to his jaw. He wasn't just crying, those marks were from sobs.

"I'm sorry to bother you so late..." Ranboo said apologetically. Stepping into the cabin to find shelter from the remaining elements.

"S'no problem... What's the matter?..." Techno inquired, expecting for the young boy to explain about the lingering voice of dream. What he herd next, he never thought of.

"I had uhm... just came to inform you that... As of around four this afternoon... Tommy was Beaten to death by Dream." Ranboo's voice was laced with longing sadness. Something Techno had not yet herd from the Ender boy yet.

Techno didn't believe Ranboo, after all Tommy just finished his hotel. This was obviously a last attempt at having Techno show to the Hotel. "What do you mean he was beaten to death" He asked, wanting to confirm he herd this true.

Ranboo took a slow deep breath. "He was stuck in the prison due to a malfunction in security... Sam couldn't let tommy out for fear of releasing Dream... Sam saw on the cameras that a fight between them had broken out. By the time he arrived to the cell, Tommy was unrecognizable, and dead."

For once the voices had went completely silent.

Techno felt his blood run cold. Tommy, the annoying racoon who always had strings of luck, was officially gone. The young boy who had only known war. The Child who would never grow beyond sixteen.

The child was beaten to death at the hands of his manipulator.

A tragic Hero.

For someone who had always herd voices, who would wish for them to quiet down. He now wished for nothing more then to hear them.

Techno soon realized he had been slient for too long. Glancing to Ranboo he muttered a "Thank you". Techno turned and walked to a chest. His feet weighing heavy with the news of his once friend.

Pushing aside casual items, he pulled out a crown, old red bandana and a sword. Turning slowly back to Ranboo.

Techno was a anarchist and known as a person who killed. But even Techno knew when something was taken too far. If you were to take a life, you made it quick without suffering. You don't simply beat someone to death. None the less a child.

Technoblade wanted to pay respects in silence. Away from prying eyes, so he could shed tears on his own terms. Come morning, he would have to tell his dear friend about the death of his last remaining child.

Children weren't supposed to die before their parents. They were young, innocent and new. They were made to grow old, experience life, and face its challenges. Not fall victim to foul play.

Opening the door to his vault, Techno trudged within the skull covered walls. The very room he had once shown to Tommy with pride. The room the boy would never see again. Techno's breathing became hard. The emotions of the night clawing up through his spine.

With the sword in hand he drove it into the floor of the vault. The anger from the news received driving his strength to greater feats. Techno kneeled silently. Tying the bandanna to the hilt of the sword. The bandanna that Tommy had left behind.

"What were you thinking..." Techno hissed. Pain etching his voice "When I compared you to Thesesus, you were supposed to destroy the Minotaur... Not become his final victim..." Techno faced the crown within his hands.

Techno may have been etched as a monster, but he was human. He had emotions that he couldn't control. Like now. With warm tears falling, he had no control. The man who predicted his enemies moves, had lost sight and let a true monster take the life of a child.

A child who would never see his seventh birthday.

A child that had big plans for life.

A child who was exiled, and still fought tooth and nail through his demons.

"You idiot..." His tears fell to the crown within his hands. He took a deep breath. Forcing himself to compose. With gentle war, worn hands he placed the crown on the sword.

"I hope you finally found peace, Big man"

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The Battle Between Love and Fire-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Forty-Nine

Chapter Fifty: "...just as soon as Naharis thinks that things can't get any worse..I will make it worse.."

Word Count 3.5k

Warnings: brutal, heavy angst, mentions of blood and body parts, death of character

When you see Daario in the middle of the floor, bleeding from his abdomen, you feel a sense of regret. However, that soon passes when you see your people's faces. A sense of relief washes over them at such a sight that it gives you an immediate sense of purpose. You have to do what is right for your people.

Daario "Y/n..please-"

"Silence." He does as he was told, "You shall not speak, do you understand?" He looks down as he nods. You walk backwards, towards Ivar because he is your strength and your guidance. "As you all can see, your once leader of this kingdom is wounded. I have my reasons as to why, but my husband has informed me of some of the things Daario has done since I have been away-"

"He killed her!" A woman shouted.

"He killed who?"

"Helga, he killed Helga!" Your heart broke in your ribcage at the confirmation.

You slowly nod, "How did he do it-"

Daario "She's lying!"

"Hvitserk.." he looks at you and then draws his sword, approaching Daario.

Daario "No-NO!" Hvitserk does not listen to his words and gives him a fresh, deep wound. Close to the first one but still, not deep enough to kill him. Daario screams out in pain and it seems to amuse Ivar.

Hvitserk kneels down to him, looking him in the eye and tisks his tongue "She told you not to talk yet you still disobey.."

Daario "They're ly-" Hvitserk stops him from continuing with his blade to his throat.

"Hvitserk..not yet." Hvitserk hesitates to draw back his axe but he does. "Miss, please tell me what happened."

"She came to me one night in a panic. She told me what Daario was planning."

Ivar "What was he planning?"

"To overthrow you all, my king." Ivar bangs his crutch on the floor and clenches his jaw. "Helga told me that he was planning on returning to Kattegat in two moons time. She said that he noticed from his last visit how weak you looked, my queen." You recall that time being a painful one for you. "So he was waiting, hoping that you would weaken enough to kill you-"

Daario "THAT IS A LIE! Y/N, PLEASE! Do not listen to this!" You raise your hand, signaling him to stop talking.

"Continue."

Daario "Y/n!-"

"But Helga realized that she knew too much. She feared for her life and was too going to make her way to you but the morning of her attempt, he found her packing and slit her throat." You close your eyes because you could vividly see that happening to Helga, that it was unbearable.

"Is that all you wish to tell me?"

"Yes, my queen-"

"We fell ill!" An older gentleman shouted from the back. "We all did. Infants, children, men, women..the elderly. We think that he poisoned our livestock-"

Daario "I DID NO SUCH THING!"

"Ubbe, keep him quiet." Ubbe grabs him by the mouth, holding him still and quiet.

"That is a big accusation, please tell me why you think that." Multiple villagers explained why and it made you infuriated. Why? Because they too told you how many lives were lost due to the spread of an unknown illness.

"Thank you for telling me this. As you know, I will not allow such things to go unpunished. You are my people and therefore you all have a say in this man's death." Daario attempts to speak so Ubbe pushes on his wounds, causing him to scream. Ivar walks ahead of you, sweating from being so enraged. And in that moment you saw what was in his mind.You knew what he was planning.

Ivar "Do you all know who I am, huh?!"

"You are the son of Ragnar..aren't you?"

Ivar "I am. We are." He looks at his brother's, "and being a son of Ragnar, you all know of our reputation no?" They all shout in agreement. "So you know that he must die for the pain that he has caused all of you." Once again, they agree. "I cannot express to you my hatred towards cowards like him. A coward who got a taste of power and wanted more." He walks towards Daario, "Even if you tried, you would have never won Naharis." He leans in closer and whispers in his ear, "I've missed this.." Ubbe could hear what his brother spoke and his heart rate skyrocketed. Ivar has not killed anyone in quite some time and he has been a better man because of it. Ubbe just hopes that his brother is not the one who in fact kills Daario, that it will be someone else.

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You spoke to your people and many of them suggested death by hanging. Some suggested death by fire and a few suggested death by sword. You took in consideration everyone's choice but you also have your own way of doing things. Especially when this man was indeed planning on returning to Kattegat to kill you and your family. The thought of trusting a man who you trusted with your kingdom, has betrayed you just makes you so ill. You cannot believe that this has happened, again. You let your people down and this has to stop.

Ivar "We have your dragon's here."

"Are you suggesting he gets eaten?"

Ivar "Not exactly," he chuckles, "I am suggesting he gets burned."

"Rightfully so.."

Ivar "Just as soon as Naharis thinks that things can't get worse. I will make it worse-"

Hvitserk "I want to kill him."

Ivar "Excuse me?"

Hvitserk "You heard what I said Ivar."

Ivar "And why should you get those honors, huh?"

Hvitserk "He was coming back to Kattegat Ivar..to try to kill all of us-"

Ivar "We know this Hvitserk-"

Hvitserk "And that includes Asta!" Ivar's emotions completely shifted instantly. You do not think that Ivar realized that Daario would have tried to kill her and that made him feel every emotion at once. "You can hurt him Ivar but I want to be the one to kill him."

Ivar "Alright. Only if Y/n agrees." Hvitserk looks at you with a need in his eyes. He needs this.

"Can I at least help..?"

Hvitserk's mouth forms a small smile, "I wouldn't want it any other way."

You have Ubbe and your viking guards, drag Daario into the courtyard of the kingdom. Your people gather and you stand in front of Daario. Your dragon's shriek at the first sight of what is about to happen. They can sense the change in the environment around them, the energy around them.

Ivar "So..how would you like to die?" He asks as he crutches his way towards the whimpering man. He, of course, does not answer. "Hmm?" He makes Daario look up at him by lifting his face with the sharp end of his crutch. "I asked you a question. Have you forgotten how to speak, huh?"

Daario "No" he coughs, "I just refuse to answer your question. Ivar..the Boneless."

Ivar snickers and looks at you for confirmation to hurt him, to which you let him. He takes his dagger and forces his mouth to be opened. Daario keeps his mouth tightly closed so Ubbe forces his mouth open by hitting him hard enough for him to scream. Once he does, Ivar takes the opportunity and cuts out his tongue. It was a shock to hear your people shouting in praise of what your husband just did to the man, but it put your heart at peace with what is happening today.

Ivar "Now..you can't speak." He wiggles his tongue in front of him with a proud smile on his face while the man screams and chokes on his own blood. "Maybe now, you will not talk when you're not allowed too..hm?" He rises himself and before he walks back to you, he throws Daario's tongue in his lap.

Ubbe "Who's next aye!?" Hvitserk grabs you before you could start to walk by grabbing your arm.

Hvitserk "Are you sure?"

"He was going to kill all of us Hvitserk. You said it yourself, that includes Asta. Yes..I am sure." He lets go of your arm and steps back. You kneel down in front of him, just as Ivar did moments prior and take out his own dagger.

"Just..nod for an answer." He looks at you, "Would you have killed Asta?" He looks around him, spotting Asta in the arms of a maiden, and shakes his head 'no'. You look behind you with hesitation in your eyes, to Hvitserk. In that moment, he knew what you were telling him, with your eyes. You did not know what to do.

Ubbe "Y/n..he is lying to you." You look up at him, "He has lied to you from the very beginning. He said no because he knows that you would spare him!" You knew what Ubbe was saying to be true, so you buried your emotions deep inside and placed the dagger between his legs. He starts to squirm immediately but that puts him in even more pain.

"You want me so badly, don't you?" He starts to scream, "Well how about I fix that problem then..hmm?" With one clean strike, the problem was fixed. Ivar was in shock at first, but then extremely impressed. Every viking shouted so loudly to show their approval that you could swear the whole world could hear them.

Ubbe "Neith, Eldr..Ryuu..DINNER!" He takes his privates from your hands and orders a guard to feed it to your dragon's. Daario has fallen unconscious from the pain of it all. Two stab wounds, now a loss of a tongue along with his privates. Could you blame him?

You look at Hvitserk, "Finish him off once he wakes." And he nods.

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As you waited for Daario to wake, you had a talk with your people. Trying to figure out what to do since your kingdom needs a ruler, but you are to rule by Ivar's side.

"I feel as if I have failed you all. I trusted this man with you all and he has brought only agony. I wish that I knew what was happening here..I could have stopped it before it got to this point-"

"I sent you letters, my queen." A woman shouted.

"Letters? I never received your letters."

Ivar "He must have stopped the order."

"He must have, we have not received any letters from any of you."

"That explains why-"

"We thought he had already killed you!" A young boy said.

Ivar "When? From his last trip?"

"Yes, my king. He said that it was his mission. We figured once he returned, that the queen of Wessex was dead." You look at your husband and then to Hvitserk. Both of them had hate in their eyes, but also fear. They had no idea of Daario's intentions. They had speculations, but never enough to act upon.

Ivar "Well," he walks closer to the people, "I can assure you all, I would have never let that happen." He offers them a smile, to which they nod and smile back. "Your queen is a fierce queen. Strong and noble, but with a good heart. He wouldn't have been able to kill her."

Hvitserk "Your queen would have saved you all, if she had received those letters."

"We know. That is why we thought that you were all dead." The maiden who is holding Asta said.

"I am here. I am here for you all."

They all shout in unison. They never stopped believing in you. They never lost their love for their queen. Only feared of your demise.

Daario wakes, barely. He tries to move, but is too weak from the loss of blood. You are surprised to see him still alive, but you are glad to see that Hvitserk will get his chance of revenge.

Hvitserk walks in front of your people and draws this axe, "I am aware that you all do not know me very well. You notice me always by your queens side, and being a son of Ragnar Lothbrok. But before I kill the man that almost killed my family, I would like to tell you why I wish to do so." He takes a step forward, "Your queen has endured more than most people do in their entire lifetime on this earth. And so have my brothers and I. My brother Ivar is a king, yes. But he suffers pain every single second that many of us cannot even comprehend." Ivar puts his head down, "And Ubbe has his own demons that he fights everyday and as for me..well. Where to start. Before Y/n came into our lives I have lost every woman I have ever loved, became an alcoholic and many more things. But since meeting her, we all became a better person. And to stand here today and hear from you good people that Daario Naharis was going to kill us all…" he walks backwards and spins his body around to face Daario, and with a loud growl, he decapitates him.

Hvitserk looks immensely happier seconds after his actions, "I will not allow that to happen." Your people look at Hvitserk, down at the headless body a few feet away from them, and then to each other. Moments after, they bow before Hvitserk Lothbrok. To you, that made you realize who would rule your kingdom while you were in Kattegat.

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Your dragon's fought over Naharis' body but all three of them got their fair share of him. With your people content, Ivar, Hvitserk and Ubbe more than content and your daughter now safe, you are now at peace once again. Your life is like one big rollercoaster that you so wish to keep a steady, straight line from this day forward. But you know that that was not possible. If it were, that would be the life of everyone. And where is the excitement in calmness?

You take Asta in your arm's and you can feel the love she has for you in one touch of her hand. She grabs your face and you kiss her little fingers. Hvitserk notices and walks up to you.

Hvitserk "She is safe now kitten."

"Yes."

Hvitserk "What is it?"

"Oh nothing." A smirk forms on your face that you can't hide.

Hvitserk "What are you planning?"

"Something that I think that you will absolutely love." His eyebrows furrow and a smile forms on his face.

Hvitserk "You are sleeping with me tonight?!"

You burst laughing, "No. Well, if you want me to-but..you will find out soon enough."

Hvitserk scuffs, "Why can't you just tell me huh?"

"And why can't you be patient?" You kiss him on the cheek and then join your people. "LET'S FEAST!" you shouted.

You have already made your decision on who will rule Wessex but you wish to tell Ivar before you tell everyone around you. Ivar kisses your lips and tells you how proud he is of you.

Ivar "I didn't expect that of you, my sweetheart."

"Oh I surprised you did I?" He laughs, "My my my, I have made Ivar Lothbrok speechless!"

Ivar shushes you by crashing his lips onto yours and pulls back, "Only you have that power over me."

"Mm?"

Ivar "Mhm."

"So, I have been thinking, my love."

Ivar "About?"

"My kingdom, of course."

Ivar "What about it?" He asks before taking a sip of his ale.

"Leaving it with a new ruler." And his glass pauses by his lips as he stops his sudden movements. "I think that you will like my decision."

Ivar "Your last decision tried to kill us-"

"This man is family!"

Ivar pauses, "Family?...Hvitserk."

"Hvitserk." You give him a moment to process this and then he smiles.

Ivar "Alright then."

"Do you approve?"

Ivar takes a deep breath, "Approval is a strong word-"

"Ivar-"

Ivar "Let me finish. My brother has always wanted to be a king. So to have him be the ruler of Wessex..would be a change for him."

"Do you think that he will accept?"

Ivar "Hvitserk wouldn't say no."

You nod, "You saw my people bow to him.."

Ivar "Yes, they did."

"So that means that they already worship Hvitserk in a way."

Ivar "You can say that.."

"Okay, then it is settled. Hvitserk becomes the ruler of Wessex." Ivar sköls to that, making your heart burst with joy.

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The night came over Wessex and everyone gathered inside the castle for warmth. You have your men prepare a huge fire to make sure that everyone is comfortable and warm. Ivar has been holding Asta since the death of Daario. You have not seen him hold her for this long before. It has been hours and he has just held her in his arms so peacefully.

"Do you want me to hold her?"

Ivar "No, she is about to fall asleep." You look down and see her little blue eyes flutter sleepily.

"I know but you have been holding her for hours-"

Ivar "Have I really?"

"Yes my love."

Ivar "Huh? Time has slipped my mind I suppose."

"Is everything alright?"

Ivar "Everything is perfect now, my sweet."

"You have never held her this long before.."

Ivar "That is going to change now, I promise."

"Ivar-"

Ivar "No I am not going to fail Asta Y/n. I failed Baldur..he was deformed-"

"That was not your fault!"

Ivar "No, but I believe it is because she told me that he was my son even though I know that he wasn't." You just listen to his words, "I know that she is not mine but I will always love her like she is."

"She loves you Ivar. She always will."

Ivar smiles, "I hope that she won't fear me like everyone else does."

"Those people do not know the real you, Ivar. They know the old you."

Ivar "Mm. That is true. But in any case, I want them to fear me."

"There's the king that I married." You kiss his lips as he smiles. "I have to make the announcement.."

Ivar "Go, I got her."

"I love you."

Ivar "So much."

You walk up in front of your people, in front of the fire. Everyone's eyes were on you but all you saw was your family: Hvitserk, Ivar and Ubbe. You locked eyes with Hvitserk instantly and he did the same. He smiles at you, making you smile back. Then, you took a deep breath and proceeded.

"As you all know, I rule Kattegat with my husband Ivar. With Daario gone, we must have a new ruler to lead you all while I am in Kattegat. This decision should have been my very first but I foolishly did not think of it. But I swear to you, this man will never fail you. He will never harm you or put you in danger. He is a strong man, a noble man. I love this man and I know that he will lead you all with honesty." You look at Hvitserk and he looks confused. "That man's name is Hvitserk Lothbrok."

And in that moment, everyone began to cheer. Their cups of ale crashed together and everyone was so happy. Hvitserk now smiles as it clicks in his head once you offer your hand to him. He rises from his seat and walks up to you and joins hands with yours.

"I am sure that you have a lot to say."

Hvitserk "Y/n are you sure? What about Asta?"

"We will figure it out, I am not leaving you tonight. I do not know when we will go back to Kattegat but I am certain Hvitserk. There's no one else I want to rule here. You are the only one I trust."

Hvitserk "I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything-"

Hvitserk "I love you."

"And I love you. Now talk to them.." he kisses your forehead and walks closer to them all.

Hvitserk "I must say that this came as a surprise. But I swear on my arm ring to never fail you all. I have always wished to be a king one day. Be a good one, like my father Ragnar was. My brother Ivar knows my dreams and I am sure that he was surprised as well."

Ivar "I knew!"

Hvitserk laughs, "I am overjoyed! Tonight we will feast to many joyous moments that took place on this day! And I will make sure that you all will thrive-"

"HAIL HVITSERK!" A man shouted and soon followed every man and woman in the kingdom. You join Ivar at this time and shouted with them. Hvitserk holds in his tears of joy but one strays and you notice.

You whisper, "Look Asta, look at daddy-" she coos, "He will make Wessex great again. Great for you to one day rule, little one." Seconds after those words left your lips, a vision crept into your eyes. You see Asta as a young woman and Hvitserk by her side. They look at each other and share a quick smile before he himself, places the crown upon her head.

THE END

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wendystales · 3 years

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Memories - lrh (Chapter Twelve)

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Chapter Eleven ※※※※※ Chapter Thirteen

I approach my boyfriend seeing him completely tense. The long, callused fingers from the guitar strings tightening in distress. His eyes didn't know where to look, staring into the spotlight like they were monsters from his childhood.

The thick brown coat was a few sizes too big for him, but he's still beautiful all the same. On the eyelids, a black eye shadow ending with a pink tip gave it a charm. The lip balm seemed to bring out the color of his lips, making me restless to kiss him.

“I don't know if it was a good idea.” Luke, let out all the air as I wrap my arms around his neck.

“It was a great idea! You look awesome.” I bite my lip, controlling the urge to take him into a room and do various indecent things. “Just relax and enjoy. As in a play.” I advise him, trying to calm him down."

Ever since the invitation for him to be the face of this perfume had arrived, I was bursting with pride and anticipation to see him doing his photo shoot, following something completely different from the band.

"Don't you think it's too exaggerated?" he asks, unsure of the look. I hold his face in my hands, touching our foreheads. I allow myself to drown in his blue eyes.

“You look handsome.” I say slowly, so he can record my words well. “Now, let's get this quick, because seeing you like this is making me very excited and I don't know how long I can take it.” I sigh, uneasy. Hemmo gives a nice laugh. Glad to see him more relaxed.

Watch out when the photographer yells for them to start. I give my boyfriend a little kiss, ready to pull away, but Luke holds me in his arms still.

“I love you!” he whispers, like a secret.

“I love you!” I give him a little kiss on the tip of his nose. "Anything just scream, I'll be right there." I blink at him.

I take a few steps back, not taking my eyes off his. So as not to bump into anything and make a mess of his work, I turn around, running behind the spotlights and flashbulbs.

I watched the photo shoot totally proud and delighted. Little by little Luke was loosening up and having fun. I don't wipe the smile off my lips, so every time he looks at me, he smiles more.

Nearly three hours later, my excitement was already making me irritated that photo shoot wasn't over and I feel like I lost all control when in the last costume, where Luke rips the white blouse. I hold my breath, staring at the ceiling, wondering how I'm going to make it home and calculating which is closest.

~.~.~.~.~

We left the elevator hand in hand and in hurried steps, we weren't running, but whoever passed us realized we were in a hurry. I squeeze his hand seeing the door with the number 609.

"Thank God." I comment euphoric as Luke opens the door.

He walks in and pulls me to his chest. His hand tangles in the hairs on the back of my neck, enveloping us in a desperate kiss. Urgently, I open the buttons on his shirt, feeling his other hand find my ass, squeezing hard.

I force the fabric to slide down his arms, enjoying the texture of his warm skin. The tequila flavor still inhabits our mouths, which makes the kiss better, plus the soft touch of his lips pressed against mine.

I roll my eyes as his beard scrapes my neck, along with his hot mouth, giving me goose bumps.

“The door.” I say with difficulty, noticing it ajar.

Together, we staggered back a few steps, closing it. Without much patience and with a lot of desire, we ended up staying there. Hemmings presses me against the wood, pulling me into his lap. I scratch the back of his neck when I feel his erection against me, releasing the electricity that seems to rush through my body.

It was amazing how seeing him on stage, with those tight pants and silk shirts moving me. Honestly, he can wear anything, and at the end of the day I'll be falling for him. Not to mention the eyes full of glitter. He had me in the palm of his hands like that. So beautiful. So magnificent.

Luke always knew this look messed with my hormones and destroyed my self-control, and in the end it always ended up like that, having sex, because I couldn't help myself.

Of course, the drink has a big weight in this, but I'm not going to take our blame for this story, after all, we teased each other from the moment we stepped into that dressing room.

The desperation and excitement is such that we reach our first orgasm right there, against the door. No foreplay, no undressing completely, and not caring if anyone passing in the hallway heard anything.

It was something far above lust or desire. Despair to feel our skins against each other. Taste and touch. That feeling of feeling incredible, loved, wanted, as if the only chance to stay alive was there inside of us.

I wake up in a jump. My heart pounded, causing pain. My body seemed to boil, prompting me to kick the covers off quickly. The fresh memory of the dream causes shivers. The way I felt his touch, all those sensations and reactions my body gave.

I lie down on the bed again, wanting to calm down and not think too much about the dream, or what else seemed like, memories. I don't know how to handle it, these are the first sexual memories I have with him. My God, how am I going to look at Luke now?

I pick up my phone, which poin just over an hour earlier than I planned to wake up. Since I know I won't be able to get back to sleep anymore, so I start getting ready for today's meeting.

I decide to have breakfast first and once again review my past contract to get a sense of what will be discussed. Between one paragraph and another, I browse my social networks seeing what's going on.

Without being impressed anymore, I watch a little video or two that some fans make about Hemmo and me. Slightly, I melt at the way we look and smile at each other.

I go back to my room, and head for a shower. I hope that water takes those memories from earlier today down the drain, but the steam seems to open more fields in my brain.

I close my eyes, feeling various parts of my body tingle, as if he's there, touching me, holding me. My breath heaves and my belly tightens. What the fuck is going on?

Cheating on me yet again, my brain presents me with the two of us on the floor of that hotel room. In my kitchen. In the car. In some bathroom. Some of the countless times we'd lost ourselves in each other's arms.

The many times I ran my hands over his chest, drawing a new path, as I thought in that hospital hall. The times his mouth wandered over my body, his hands took me with such force and conviction.

The phone ringtone brings me back to reality. I turn off the alarm and hurry my shower. With Noah's guidance, I change into something comfortable and a bucket hat Calum gave me to hide my pink hair.

After a few hours, I find myself analyzing a huge photo of myself at the Hastings agency reception. With Noah, I follow a huge hallway to a conference room, where Mr. Hastings and a lawyer would be waiting for us. The twin next to me has a hard face, which is weird since Noah is always so excited and smiling.

“Marnie, dear! Long time no see! How have you been? Did you receive my basket?” Mr. Hastings question me without waiting for me to walk right into the room.

“Hi! I'm great and yes, I loved the basket, it was very kind.” I squeeze his hand, not knowing quite what to do.

“Hello son!” it's not exactly a warm welcome, but I want to believe it's just because we're in a work environment, dealing with serious matters.

“Hi Dad. Can we start?” my friend guides me to a chair.

During the meeting, Mr. Hastings clarified some news of the new contract. Things like: salary increase, partnership with new brands and the whole process of publicizing the names that already worked with us.

“Closing here, you will go to the closet to take new measurements. These numbers will be sent to the brands that hired you and they will send you clothes for you to use on a daily basis. For example: if you go out with Leah for coffee, you must wear a Louis Vuitton coat, so the photos you take will publicize the coat and well, nowadays young people find everything and want everything you wear. You will get a scale of which brands to use, so it's easier for you.” Mr. Hastings explains by summarizing a contract sheet.

As for photo shoots, until my arm gets better and I can get rid of the cast, I'll be limited to rehearsals on jewelry, makeup, glasses and shoes. On my hair, if the contracting brand determines, I will have to wear a wig.

I keep mentally reading every line of that contract, wondering if I could handle it all. Well, you’ve handle it for the past two years, it shouldn't be that hard.

As determined, after the meeting, Noah walks me to the closet. A huge space where had several clothes and accessories, as in The Devil Wears Prada. My measurements are taken and I get annoyed when the guy who's putting the measuring tape around my waist grumbles that I've put on weight.

The bad thing about being a model is it, this constant imposition of a perfect body. Since the accident, I don't remember seeing anyone on Leah's foot for her to lose weight or keep her body. I always watched her nervous appetite, not caring if it would add to her number on the scale.

Okay that Leah's biotype was skinny and maybe that made things easier for her. But since I understand myself by people, I've always been short and broad hiped and never cared. And even if I erased a few years, I don't think I've changed much.

From the reflection in the mirror, Noah sinalized for me not to care what the guy says, but I think it's kind of difficult. It's not just him talking about my body, it seems like everyone on the internet has an opinion about my weight, especially some Luke fans.

Blocking in my mind, the offensive words that I always end up reading through social media. However, I keep watching my body in the mirror, wondering if it wouldn't be better to lose some weight.

Soon after having my measurements taken, Noah is called to a meeting with his father and a french businessman, leaving me alone. As I wait for the car to arrive, I consider what I can do on my last day off. Everyone is working and I don't want to disturb anyone.

Finally, I decide to go to my mom's office and have lunch with her. I go down at the door of a huge, mirrored building. At the front desk, I ask about her office, getting a badge before I go upstairs.

The frosted glass door holds a huge space, which occupies one/quarter of the eighth floor. The various prints, fabrics, furniture and color palettes create a fun atmosphere, contrasting with the white walls of the place.

"Marnie! Hey!” a woman with curly hair, tied up in a purple turban, approaches with a huge smile.

“Hi.” I reply politely, but having no idea who she is.

“Oh, sorry.” she seems to notice. “I'm Dominique, your mother's partner.” I open a bigger smile, now informed. "Have you come to see her?" she guides me in the office inside.

“Oh yes, I came to have lunch with her.” Dominique smiles broadly and sympathetically.

"She's going to love the surprise. She's just finishing up with a customer. Want something while you wait?”

“Oh no, thanks!”

Dominique walks away, making it clear that anything was just asking, that I was home. I'm amazed at how things evolved for my mom, before she just had a small room away from the center and now she had all this space and staff.

I watch several people go from one place to another, making projects, budgeting, designing furniture and spaces. My mother's laugh brings me back just in time to see her in her office doorway, rosy cheeks, awkwardly in Mr. Marshall's company.

I open a smile finding the scene adorable. I look for Dominique, hoping she hasn't shut up in her office yet, as she might know something about the two of them. I find the brunette, leaning against the reception desk smiling like me.

"Marnie?" I turn quickly, finding Mr. Marshall next to me. “How have you been?” I hug him while my mother stands wide-eyed in the door.

He hadn't changed much. The face that was once smooth now had a very charming gray beard. The hair was still dark.

“I'm great, thanks. It's great to see you.” I keep my smile, finding it all wonderful, unlike my mother.

“I'm sorry about the accident. I would have send you something, but I didn't have your address and it was a little difficult to reach your mother.” he admits sympathetically. Have I told how much I like him?

“No problems. I’m grateful for your consideration and about you have found my mother again. Isn’t, mom?” her gaze at me turns withering. I'm screwed.

“Well, I'm also very happy to have found Debra again.”

I hold the 'awn' who insists on wanting to leave, when he smiles delightedly at my mother. Man, he's so into her.

“Hm, sorry to be rude, but taking advantage of our meeting, I want to invite you to a new restaurant location opening. It will be this Wednesday.”

“Oh, I'm honored. It will be a pleasure. Right, mom?” I watch my mother want to sink into the ground and disappear, and I can't help think how funny is it. "Do you mind if I invite my friends?"

“No! Of course not! Feel free.” he opens a gentle smile. His gaze flies to my mother and there they stare at each other for a few seconds. “Well, I have to go. Debra, thank you so much for the project, it's beautiful. Marnie, it was a pleasure to see you. Until Wednesday.” he hugs me again. With my mother, I notice them without knowing how to say goodbye.

I wait for Mr. Marshall to leave the office to let out the sigh caught in my throat, which my mother doesn't like.

“Stop this!” she slaps me on my back. I walk into her room laughing at the whole past situation.

“My God, you guys are so in love. Why don't you just assume it?” I ask, sitting in the chair across from her desk.

"Because there isn’t nothing to assume. It's a professional relationship.” she replies angrily, setting the table.

“Mom?” I call her, until she looks at me. I raise an eyebrow, emphasizing that I don't believe her.

Her shoulders slump, letting go of the tension. I watch her hide her face in hands after a sigh. Her eyes catch mine and a nasal laugh breaks the silence, then I see her there, shy and unsure, a small smile, which soon opens, reflecting all over her face.

"I don’t have age for this anymore. I mean…” she takes a bunch of flowers from behind the table. “Look at this.”

"Awn." I cover my face, not taking it. “Of course you have agr for this. If my father can find someone and be happy, then of course you can too. Mom, you're young and beautiful, and there's an amazing guy who's into you. He's clearly in love and apparently he's been doing everything he can to demonstrate, you should give him and… you a chance.” I finish in a whisper, touching myself that those words were good for me too.

I replay in my mind everything Luke has been doing, trying to win me back, and I'm glad that, somehow, I giving both of us a chance, even if it's a non date. I let out a laugh at the memory of the invitation, before letting my mind drift back to this morning's memories.

“I think you're right. Maybe on Wednesday, I can talk to him.” her red cheeks make me smile more.

“It's a great idea. How about we discuss this over lunch?” I suggest, listening to my belly come alive.

“Great idea.” she picks up the phone, dialing something.

Since I had nothing to do, I stay until early afternoon with my mother, gossiping about her crush on Mr. Marshall, about my relationship with Luke, about the meeting and our Wednesday night outfit.

Dominique joins us in a few moments, having fun with my passionate and nervous mom.

Around 3pm, Ashton calls, inviting me out for coffee, just him and me, like old times.

“Why can't I go? Do you not love me anymore?” I cover my mouth, stopping the laughter from coming out, when I hear Calum yell..

“Yeah! I can't take you anymore. How am I going to talk bad about you if you're there?” Ash replies.

"You are talking here. What does it matter to talk there? At least that way you buy me coffee.” Calum rebuts. While the couple argue, I listen to the fight, paying attention to the details of the ceiling.

"Are you still arguing? What the fuck is just coffee? Who is so important for all this? The pope?” I hear Luke arrive and realize he doesn't know I'm the guest.

“It's actually Marnie and from my experiences she's very important to some of the people here.” I don't need to see Ash's face to know he's making fun of Luke.

"Can I go?" I bite my lip, holding back the laugh.

“If you let him go and I don't, I'll never look you in the face again.” Calum gives the ultimatum.

“I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm still here and would like the DTR resolved if possible.” I say out loud, hoping it works.

“Sorry, Marnie. Five seconds.” Irwin asks. I think about making a joke with the band's name, but it's better to leave it alone.

"Is she listening?" Luke speaks in amazement. “Why do you…” then everything becomes too muffled and I can't hear.

“Enough! Nobody goes but me. I want to go out with my friend and I will. Marnie was right, I shouldn't have introduced you.” I hear Ash mumble, causing me to laugh. “Give me your address, I'll be there in a few minutes.”

We ended the call and I return to questioning my friendships. Why God? Why?

Sitting at a small table on the sidewalk, Ash and I discuss which coffee to drink. It wasn't very difficult to know that he loves coffee and understands a lot about the subject, which gives me complete confidence in letting him choose which one I should try.

When the cup reaches the table, I taste the drink under his hopeful, curious gaze. I open a smile, approving of my best friend's choice. I hi-five him, celebrating.

"It was the coffee you had the first time we went out together." he comments with a cute smile.

“Awn, Ash!” I can't stand the way they always remember everything. "So, ready to officially become older tomorrow?" I crack a smile, excited about our dinner tomorrow.

“No! I found a white hair this morning.” he grumbles, eliciting a laugh from me.

“I don’t see anything.” I comment, trying to cheer him up.

"I wasn’t talking about my top hair." he comments, drinking his coffee next.

"Ashton!" I reprimand him, covering my eyes, traumatized. “I don't want to think about it. I don't want to think about it.”

I hear his laugh, letting me laugh too. The problem with having intimacy is exactly that, your friends no longer filter out what to say to you.

“So why didn't you bring Cool Guy Cal?” I change the subject.

“Because I spend the whole day with them, I can't stand to look at those disgusting faces anymore.” I laugh, imagining what a mess that studio must be. "And how am I going to speak ill of him with him here?" I complete this last part with him, laughing. “Exactly.”

“And you have something bad to say?” Ash shakes his head.

“No! Cal is an amazing guy.” Boys… “But I wanted to spend time with my best friend. After the accident it was difficult to have time alone. How are you?” I shrug.

"Surviving. It's only been a month and it seems like, I don't know, six. There's still so much I'm discovering.” I look at my coffee thoughtfully as I twirl the spoon in it.

"Finding out what? Your feelings for Luke?” he mocks. I scold him softly, laughing. This is a sensitive subject. "So how was the kiss?" I spit half the hot drink back into the cup.

I look at my friend in full alert. I can't believe Luke told him. We had agreed to wait a while. Irwin kept his smile curious, waiting for my answer.

“I’m sorry…?” he raised his eyebrows and then it hit me. He played and I delivered. "Ashton!" I kick your shin.

“Ouch! You who kiss and I who get beaten?” he rubs his shin, confused.

“How did you find out?” My God, does everyone know already? "Have you told anyone?"

“No! I didn't say anything and I didn't even try it with Luke. But how do you think I wouldn't notice? I've known him for years. He comes down Sunday morning, all smiling, all silly, more than usual. Super in a good mood after a party like that. Hemmings never wakes up in a good mood.”

I take a sip of my coffee, wanting to hide my smile.

“And about you?! You're my best friend! It's easy to see what's going on. Even more after what I already followed the first time. So?” the australian asks curiously, causing me to laugh.

"It was just a kiss. I don't know, it was automatic, and I ended up giving him a little kiss, and he took advantage of the break and kissed me. And I left.” my cheeks heat up as I hold in the sassy smile.

“And what does that mean?” he drops into his chair. I shrug.

“I do not know. I like Luke's company. I really like! He makes me feel safe and so unique. He's fun and so silly.”

"That he is!" Ash comments in a whisper, making me laugh.

“And I like it all, but…” the words don't come out anymore.

“You are afraid.” he completes.

"What if he gets to know me better and he doesn't like this Marnie?" I dry swallow. Ashton grimaces thoughtfully, considering my question.

“Nah!” he shakes his head, dismissing the possibility. “Luke loves you, Marnie. And you know this.” He points a finger at me. I look down, embarrassed. “The only thing left is for you to understand and accept how you feel about him. Of course, in your time, no pressure.” he adds quickly.

My heart speeds up with the direction of the conversation. I organize in my mind all the events that happened between Luke and me. All your discreet and indiscreet advances. All his looks and smiles at me, his shy, goofy way.

On the other side, I put everything that we lived before the accident. Everything I saw and remembered. I stare at Ashton, slumped in his chair, waiting for my answer. I take a deep breath, nodding my head positively.

“I think I already know how I feel about him.”

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launchsteinward · 4 years

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This is for the MB week challenge by @somebodyalreadytookthis2

Monday:

Bewitched

Once upon a time...

There where two brothers. Twins of royal blood. One, outgoing: a rather reckless but powerful optimist, a hand to hand combatant and sword wielding fighter.

The other, quiet and reserved : a realist who would rather spend all day reading books than socializing, a powerful spellcaster and a rather good strategist.

Perhaps if they both worked together, the kingdom would reach an even higher state of greatness and development.

Nevertheless, both princes grew up together and supported each other- even with their contrasting personalities.

The first prince: held in high regard by many and looked up to due to his friendly but fierce nature. The second Prince: not so much. Due to his lack of appearance in many social events: he was basically a myth to many citizens. Almost nonexistent. Not that he minded. The second prince preferred not to draw attention to himself. It allowed him to see areas and attitudes the kingdom showed that no royalty could ever hope to see. It gave him a better understanding of people and he loved it.

One day, the second prince had snuck out of the castle: years if experience guiding him. Today he decided to visit the outer ring of the castle: where all the farmers lived. As he made it there, he saw the farmers arguing: apparently over a few black flowers that had bloomed in one of their farms. As they were arguing over who would uproot them, the undercover prince took it upon himself to volunteer to do it.

Ignoring how the farmers looked at him like he was out of his mind, he made his way over to the mentioned farm and instantly saw the flowers.

They where beautiful. The flowers appeared to be roses. Roses the prince had only seen drawings of in books. Black roses. A starking contrast with the yellow stacks of wheat and golden buttercups dotted here and there. In a way, it reminded him of himself and his brother. Shaking off the thought, he wondered why anyone would want to uproot such rare and beautiful black roses.

Sighing to himself, he supposed the farmers may have been the superstitious type and believed they were moon blossoms: mythical flowers said to be cursed. 'Not like those actually exist'

He started plucking the flowers- one at a time. It didn't take long, only a few minutes in fact before he had a handful of the gorgeous flowers. The farmers thanked the prince greatly before asking for the uprooted flowers to burn. Hesitantly, the prince gave up the flowers he had: secretly keeping one for himself. 'It would be such a waste if flowers as beautiful as these were just burned.'

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After returning back to the castle and acting like he never actually went out, the prince placed the flower in a small cup of water on his bedside table. He watched the sun set over the horizon as his eye lights started to get foggy and his eyes drooped.

His eyelights flickered to the flower one last time before he fell into a deep sleep.

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"Hey Brother! What could have brought an introvert such as you here: to the training Hall of all places?" The first prince's voice popped up, startling the second prince back to reality.

'Where am I- what-' the second prince seemed to panic causing the first prince to bring him to a hug. After calming down the first prince gently repeated his question from before in hopes of distracting his twin from whatever cause his earlier distress.

The younger twin leaned into his brothers embrace for comfort as he stuttered out quietly "I-I cant remember-". This cause confusion in the first prince before he had to calm down his twin yet again from another panic attack. "How about we go inside and we can talk about this with mom and dad?" The usually confident twin asked with a sweet but gentle tone. Nodding ever so slightly, the first prince picked up his brother like a child (causing the second prince to pout in embarrassment) and made his way over back into the main area of the castle.

The memory loss incidents had become more and more frequent, so much so that the young prince had gotten used to it. His parents sent for the kingdoms best doctors and medical practitioners when they heard of what happened. They all had related these memory loss incidents with his weak state during childhood. Not being able to do anything about it, the workers in the palace was informed of the second princes condition and told to tell him where he was and what time it was if he ever seemed confused. The second prince found this very helpful and made sure to thank any and every worker who had helped him.

Word had come about that there was a new Demon King with a newly built demon castle nearby. The king and queen worried about this but decided to pay it no mind and avoid it. As long as the demons stayed away from them, they would stay away from the demons.

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The Demon king smirked. It was finally time to put his plan into action. There he stood, infront of the first prince's bed, a malicious smirk on his face. Silently he casted a sleep spell, ensuring the prince wouldn't wake up through this.

Carrying the first prince like a child (and earning a small sleep grumble from the prince himself) he entered a glowing cyan portal.

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EXTRA:

"Um... I dont mean to be rude Cross but do you even know where the Demon Kings castle is?"

Blue dead panned. He had started to realize that the so called hero wasn't all he was portrayed to be.

"Isn't it outside the kingdom?"

Cross asked cheerfully as he continues to make his way through the market.

"Well yes- but its actually to the north. Where going south right no-"

"Excuse me, but do any of you have a numchuck by any chance?"

Blue was cut off by the voice of a young girl. 'A numchuck? Why would any of us have a-'

"Actually I do. What do you need it for miss?"

Blue almost chocked on air. "WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE A NUMCHUCK"

Cross sighed over dramatically.

"Oh Blue. Silly young naive Blue. It's common courtesy for anyone- especially demon hunters or knights to have numchucks."

'NO IT ISN'T-' Blue yelled inside his mind, mental tears being shed.

"Actually, I need those to beat the idiot who ate all my- well, the details are insignificant. May I have them or not?"

'That sounds oddly suspicious. Theres no way he'd give them to a citizen' Blue reassured himself.

"Eh- sure why not" Cross shrugs

'He gave them to her anyway- ' Blue mentally facepalmed.

"Oh thankyou. I'm Core by the way. Where might you be going if you dont mind me asking?" Core asked curiously, putting the numbchucks in her inventory.

"The Demon Castle- though I dont know where it is"

"-Like I said. It's in the opposite direct-"

Blue was cut off once again, his patience starting to run out

"Oh, I know exactly where that is. I even know a short cut actually." Core popped up drawing both of our attention. "You see that door there, yeah- the one to the left. Just go through that door right there and you'll be on your way"

Blue didnt even bother coming up with a retort. He decided to just sit back and see where this went.

"Like ok kid, opening a pantry door will totally take me to the Demon Kings castle"

Cross mocked as he opened the door.

"Holy shi-"

Cross fell through the door.

Blue sighed following after him. Blue opened his eyes and gasped in shock. Infront of him, surrounded by a field of black roses, stood a castle made entirely of vantablack stone. The sun had started to set on the horizon, causing orange and gold light to be reflected off the dark glossy windows. It was truly magnificent.

Blues gaze went back to Cross who had landed on his face and was cursing up a storm. He smiled in amusement. 'At least things are about to get a little more interesting

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#Monday: Bewitched #undertale au #god this took along time #and its the one with the least amount of events ;-;#MB week challenge #moon blossom au challenge #moon blossom au #@Somebodyalreadytookthis2

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Characters: Seth Rollins X OFC / OFC x Drew McIntyre Summary: You're like a shooting star in the rain, you're everything that feels like home to me. // Her past. Her present. Her forever. Word Count: 6,831 A/N: This story is…different for me. A little, at least. Special thank you to Ashley ( @cowboysht )for the beautiful banner. Also, thank you to her and my beloved Emi ( @adampage) for their unfailing screeching, overuse of exclamation points, abuse of the phrases "what the fuck" "fuck off omg" "AAAHHHHHH", for assuring me that this is SUCH GOOD SHIT, and, above all else, for being the two biggest cheerleaders an old lady like me could have.

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Part 1/??

"Sadie?"

At the sound of his voice, Sadie Gibbs looked up from her hands. "Hey," she said. Her smile was brief. "How'd you find me?"

Seth Rollins smiled and leaned against the wall across from her. She was practically hunched on a crate at the end of a quiet hallway, well out of sight of anyone. Entrusted with the secret of her surprise return, he'd immediately gone to the small room she was supposed to be hidden in until her surprise later. After finding it empty, he'd had an inkling that he would find her as far away from the pre-show action as possible while still in the building. Which he had. He doubted anyone knew the dead-end hallway existed save for the crew that had pushed the empty crates into it. "You always find the quietest spot to hide," he finally reminded her. "Welcome back."

This time her smile lingered a little longer. She pushed her hands into the pocket of the hoodie she wore. "Who told you I was here?"

"Hunter."

"Still his favorite, huh?" she teased.

"Eh." Seth shrugged. Hearing voices at the end of the corridor, he straightened, reaching for his phone so he could pretend to be in the middle a call if someone looked down.

She leaned forward slightly to peer around the taller crate beside her, then slipped back, patting the space next to her. "Come on, hide with me."

It was as though the past four months had been just one night. Shoving his phone into his pocket and climbed onto the crate next to her with a grunt, making sure to pull his feet out of view. "I feel like I'm playing hide-and-seek."

"Hopefully no one's seeking us," she whispered.

The voices faded and, aside from distant music playing and the clatter of equipment, they were left in relatively silence. He felt her sigh and let his head rest against the wall. "You okay?"

"Clean bill of health," she announced.

"Sadie," he sighed. "How—"

"I don't know how he is," she whispered.

"Drew? You haven't talked to him today?" he guessed. It would make sense. Between travel and sneaking in without being seen, not to mention managing to sneak around to meet with Hunter and Vince, he would be surprised if she'd had time to take a piss, much less call and check on her boyfriend. "You—"

"Yeah."

Her voice was flat. He tried to gauge her expression, but she still had the hood pulled over her head, blocking his view of her face. He could sense the storm of emotions, though, before her lips settled into a firm line. "I'm lost, Sadie Jo."

"It's nothing," she said briskly, pulling her phone from the pocket of the faded Demon Bálor hoodie she wore and checking the screen.

"You know, I wouldn't be so lost if you answered my calls once in a while," he muttered. Then, sighing, he slung his arm around her and drew her in. "But I understand why you didn't."

"I wasn't ready to talk to anyone." Her arm slipped around him and she squeezed when he did. "I even sent Hunter to voicemail."

"Ouch. And you still have a job?"

She chuckled. "Amazing, isn't it?"

"Guess you're still his favorite," he mocked.

"I missed you," she said after a moment.

He pressed his lips to the top of her head, smiling at the faint scent of fabric softener. "Missed you too."

He held her to him, sensing she needed the comfort of an unquestioning embrace. Even though he had questions. At least several dozen. Gently rubbing her shoulder, he frowned when he heard her give a sad sigh. "You wanna talk later?"

He had an inkling that she didn't. Not about what she had to know he wanted her to talk about. She was already beginning to nod, though. "Sure."

"Did you drive?" Frowning when she tensed, he grunted as she pulled away from him abruptly. "Sadie?"

She closed her eyes tightly and ducked her head. "I don't drive."

He almost asked why. Before he could form the question, though, he remembered, and pressed his lips together. His gaze dropped to her hands. The sleeves of the hoodie were pushed up and he could just see the faint scarring on the inside of her right wrist.

"I got an Uber from the airport."

"Okay. Hey," he said softly, drawing her into another hug. "It's okay."

"Is it?"

"It will be."

She exhaled sharply, tilting her head to look up at him. He suddenly noticed the fringe of bangs slanted across her forehead. "Yeah?"

"You can ride with me."

"Because that's such an upgrade from an Uber," she snorted.

It occurred to him that maybe she'd wanted to ride with someone else. Maybe she'd wanted to take another Uber. Maybe she'd already made plans. He nudged the hood back, wanting to see the change to her hair, and couldn't keep the surprise form registering on his face.

"They had to shave the side of my head for stitches," she murmured, self-consciously smoothing her hand over the short cut.

Seth inwardly winced in sympathy. She'd loved her hair. At least twice a week she mentioned having some treatment or other done to it to keep it thick and healthy and strong and soft. He could well remember it falling nearly to her waist in alluring waves. Now, though, it was shorn close on the sides, the top styled in a pixie cut, slightly longer in the front, where her bangs slanted over her forehead. "Where were the stitches?"

She pulled back the bangs and he saw a jagged scar just above her right eyebrow. It extended into her hair, and he traced the length with his fingers. "It was the GPS," she explained. "One of those ones that hangs on the windshield. Fifteen stitches. As soon as I got home from the hospital, I shaved the rest. And it was easy to take care of, with my arm in a cast and not being able to hold a brush and hair dryer at the same time—"

"It looks great," he promised. He hoped his voice sounded sincere. It was a shock, yes, but the shorter cut highlighted the features of her face. Funny, how he'd known her for over two years and had never noticed the slight cleft in her chin "It really does, Sadie."

"Thanks." She smoothed the bangs back into place to conceal the scar.

"And you'll ride with me?" he asked.

She gave a brief nod and pressed her face to his shoulder. "Okay."

He held her to him for a long while, finally sliding his feet off the crate and reaching with his other arm to give her a proper hug. Aware of her fingers curling in the front of his shirt, he continued to hold her, ignoring the buzzing of his phone when it began to vibrate.

"You should probably answer that," she mumbled, sniffling.

"In a minute." Fearing she was crying, he slid one hand up to cup the back of her head, sighing when she sniffled again. He murmured what he hoped were soothing words, questions doubling and tripling. And when she lifted her head, he quickly brushed a tear from her cheek. "Sadie… Is it that bad?"

"Worse," she admitted in a whisper.

"We'll talk later," he promised, kissing the top of her head one more time.

She nodded, drawing back slightly to fumble in her hoodie pockets. A slightly crumpled napkin appeared in her hand and she dabbed at her eyes. While she did so, Seth checked his phone and groaned.

"I gotta go. Need to film some backstage bits."

"Okay."

But he didn't move immediately. Instead, he drew her in for another hug, needing to know she would be okay before he left. When her sniffles faded, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, then reluctantly released her and slid off the crate. "I'll find you later."

***

They hadn't forgotten her.

Seth knew she had worried about it. Even though they hadn't spoken while she'd been out, it was a common fear. Every night not in the ring was one more night that gave another wrestler the opportunity to shine. Every week at home was another week without your name mentioned. He knew because he'd witnessed so many others experience the same worries through his years in the business. Had experienced them himself. And when one avoided social media while they were out, as Sadie had, it was likely that interest in them would wane.

But the crowd hadn't forgotten her.

He knew her name had been in the dirt sheets in the past month. First when she had been spotted arriving at the Performance Center in Florida. The fans knew it was nearing time for her slated return. Signs with her name had been spotted in the crowds for two weeks. Not many, but enough to make it clear that some people wanted to see her return. And although there had been no further sightings, not even at a house show as was the norm, the rumors had swirled that her return was just around the corner.

At the first strains of her new entrance theme, the confusion was obvious. The lights in the arena dimmed, a lone spotlight shining on the stage as she stepped out. Seth could barely hear her theme over the reaction from the crowd. He couldn't help but smile as he watched her on the backstage monitor as she remained on the stage until the lights came back full force. He couldn't keep from appreciating the way the clothes she wore flattered her figure, either. He was used to her in jeans and a t-shirt, or sweats, or yoga pants. He'd never seen her in leggings, now he thought about it, and he decided she looked so much better in solid white than anyone he'd ever seen wear the color. Her white tank top was arranged so just a glimpse of skin showed at her abdomen, and he silently agreed with the men standing near him that she should wear leggings more often. The woman were oohing and ahhing over her new hair, and the guys were murmuring appreciatively over the rest of her.

She strode down the ramp with confidence, and she had made it three steps when Seth gathered that she was returning as a heel. It was in the way she held herself, the way she glanced to the fans on either side of the ramp. Her bubbly, girl-next-door persona of the past was gone. She had always bounded down the ramp, greeting fans with high fives and a sunny smile. When she reached the steps she paused, shoulders lifting and chest expanding as she breathed in deeply. Then, as the cheers continued, she skipped the steps and pulled herself onto the apron, circling the perimeter of the ring so she could demand a microphone. The fans still cheered, while Charlotte and Asuka, standing in the center of the ring, their confrontation interrupted, stared at her.

He watched while she finally stepped into the ring. While she stood, letting the crowd continue their happy reaction to her return. While she raised the microphone and announced, voice somehow sultry yet sweet at the same time, that she was back. He stayed to see what she said, and when she launched into a passionate speech about recovering from injuries and working her ass off to return in time for WrestleMania. And how she would be damned if she'd returned to sit backstage and watch Charlotte have another Mania moment. She had been on the cusp of winning the title hanging over Asuka's shoulder, and she refused to go to the back of the line and claw her way to the top again.

Seth knew what was coming. She would be given a match against Asuka, or Charlotte, or possibly a triple threat, and if she won, she would be added to the women's title match at Mania. A predictable outcome to her return. When the women began to bicker and argue he smiled again. The arguing dissolved into a brawl and, confident she had been given a match later in the night to prove her worthiness of being at Mania, he headed off to get ready for his match.

He had barely stepped into Gorilla when he heard the news. Sadie was having a gauntlet match the next week. She would face all the women on the Raw roster, with the possibility of surprises from NXT, ending with Charlotte. If she won, Charlotte would be giving up her spot at WrestleMania and stood in line to go for the title at the next pay-per-view. If she lost, she went back to the end of the proverbial line. Every one of the women he ran into while making his way to Gorilla was abuzz about the news. A women's gauntlet match was rare, and usually only involved a few competitors. Sadie's was practically historic. And there was already the whisper that it would be the main event of Raw.

He wanted to find her and discover for himself if she was up for the challenge. He didn't doubt her physically being ready. One had only to look at her in the skintight leggings and tank top to see she was in top physical condition. Her muscles were more defined. He made a mental note to ask about her workout while she was recovering.

But was she ready mentally?

It had been just over four months since she'd been in a ring. Four months out could do a lot to a person's psyche. He knew firsthand that the mental anguish over being sidelined was just as bad, if not worse, than the physical pain of injuries and recovery. When he had been out, he hadn't been able to even watch wrestling until the week before he'd returned. And Sadie, who'd he always thought of as more than obsessed with wrestling, had probably done the same.

He couldn't shake the ever-present worry over her. Even though she was back and obviously deemed ready to make her return, he knew something was wrong. The Sadie he knew was vibrant and cheerful and always looked for the silver lining. Sudden thunderstorm with torrential rain caused her to pull to the side of the highway to wait? Perfect opportunity to fine tune her driving playlist or play a round of twenty questions with whoever was riding with her. Flight delayed due to snow and stranded at the airport? Time to talk someone into a race around the terminal, or pull out one of the decks of cards she always carried with her for a game, or time to hit the airport giftshop and spend way too much money on a board game to pass the time. Even backstage while waiting around for her matches or promos or whatever, she always found something fun to do. Impromptu social media Q&A with her friends, or backstage crew, or even venue staff. Sneaking outside to greet fans. Yes, she did seek out somewhat quiet spots to center herself, but even then, she was happy.

That was it. Sadie was a happy person and now… Now she wasn't.

Bouncing in place to hype himself up for his entrance, he couldn't shake the feeling that she had left that wreck with more than her wrist broken.

***

As soon as she'd found her way to the locker room after her segment, Sadie had had the feeling the women had been talking about her. An eerie quiet had fallen when she'd entered, clutching the handle of her suitcase. It had lingered until she'd sat down on a bench and begun to untie her shoes. Then they had all begun to chatter in that way that made her know they'd been talking about her. Because all of a sudden everyone was chatting about eyeliner and 4th of July plans, even though the holiday was months away. When she'd slipped off her shoes, they'd all congregated around her with hugs, welcoming her back, asking how she was feeling, raving about her hair. She could tell by the looks they sent each other that they all wanted to ask that question but no one had the guts to voice it. She felt welcomed though, especially when Becky and Liv sat with her to discuss ideas for the gauntlet match the next week. After a few moments, the chatter was normal.

"You look so amazing with the short hair," Becky enthused, playfully tousling it after Sadie changed into jeans and a tank top. "I tried short hair ages ago but it makes my jaw look huge."

"Did Vince say anything about it?" Liv asked, crisscrossing her legs while beginning to braid her own hair.

"He said…" Sadie screwed up her face in thought as she recalled her meeting with Vince that afternoon. It had been the first time he'd laid eyes on her since the wreck, and after his warm hug and enthusiastic welcome back, he'd gruffly complained about her hair. "It's not a direct quote, but something like 'Goddammit, Sadie, why the hell didn't you tell anybody you kept it so short? Can't the hair and makeup girls do something with it? You fucking want it that way? Why? Long hair is better! Ah, fine, whatever, but I fucking hate it, goddammit!'"

Becky snorted on a laugh. "Not a direct quote?"

"You sound just like him," Liv laughed. "No one imitates him better than you, Sadie!"

"It's a gift," Sadie replied with a shrug, then glanced to Becky. "And it might be a direct quote. I'm sure there were a few more goddammits in there."

"I've never heard him say that," Liv announced, finishing her braid and taking the hair band Becky offered. "At least, not to me. I'm almost jealous."

"Just get Sadie to imitate him?" Becky suggested with a grin.

They all laughed, and Sadie glanced up from zipping her suitcase when she heard a knocking at the locker room's door. An instant later her phone chimed and she pulled it from her pocket to see Seth's text.

Ready to go whenever you are.

"I'm gone, y'all," she announced, smiling when she was dragged into a hug by Becky. "See you tomorrow."

"Breakfast," Becky insisted. "We need to catch up."

Sadie nodded as they parted, almost sighing with relief when she heard that Seth was at the door. She exchanged goodbyes and made promises to work out, have lunch, and chat with some of the girls the next day. Stepping out into the hall, she grunted when she nearly walked into Seth.

"C'mon," he murmured, reaching for her suitcase.

"Where's your stuff?"

"Already loaded." He walked beside her down the hallway, pulling her suitcase along behind him. "I pulled the car up to the door. There's a crowd around the lot."

"There's always a crowd," she couldn't help but point out.

"It's different this time," he muttered.

She shrugged, not wanting to get into a discussion about how the crowd was different. She wouldn't have to face the fans tonight. She would be able to put it off for a little longer. She hadn't had the nerve to check her social media after her segment. She didn't want to read what they thought of her, bouncing back as though nothing were wrong after months of complete silence on all fronts. A stupid thing to do, she supposed, steps slowing when she saw Stephanie and Hunter. She should have posted something. Discussed her recovery. Discussed her worries. Kept it purely kayfabe and assured everyone that she would be back to take her rightful place. But she'd been scared. She still was. Because she knew what the replies and comments would be.

How's Drew? Is he okay? What happened?

Sadie looked up when a gentle hand landed on her shoulder. Looking up at Stephanie, she drew in a deep breath when she tilted her head to one side and stepped away from Hunter and Seth. She followed because it was Stephanie, and moistened her lips, unsure what to expect.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Stephanie asked softly.

Sadie blinked. Not quite what she had begun to thought the woman would say. Puzzled, she blurted, "Huh?"

"This." Stephanie gestured to the backstage area. Not as wild as it was during a show, but still busy. Crewmen loading equipment. Production staff darting around. Wrestlers chatting and laughing as they hung around.

It was an atmosphere she had craved during her long months out. One she prayed she would be able to get used to now she was back. Sadie glanced around, smiling faintly when Dolph waved at her. She returned the wave before focusing on Stephanie. "I kind of have to be."

"Yes," Stephanie allowed. "The storyline is set. But… You could have stayed out longer if you needed."

"I couldn't. I can only work out so much. I can only clean so often. I can only watch so much Tv." She fought the urge to cross her arms and settled for pushing her hands into the pockets of her hoodie. "This is my life, Stephanie."

"I know, honey." Stephanie's voice was warm with understanding. She glanced behind Sadie, who turned to see Seth and Hunter watching them.

Her stomach twisted when she saw the worry on the men's faces. "I had to come back," she said after turning back. "It's where my friends are. My family."

"No one knows about you and Drew," Stephanie said softly. "Hunter and I didn't even tell Dad. It's up to you when to let people know."

"It's none of their business," Sadie muttered with bitterness. It was one thing she couldn't get used to after becoming somewhat of a public figure. It was bizarre, people wanting to know everything about her life. The questions about her childhood and her food preferences. The overt questions about her relationships. And the internet's uncanny ability to determine she was sleeping with or dating someone just because they'd been spotted together.

"Everyone will find out eventually." Stephanie sighed. "Have you talked to him? At all?"

Sadie shook her head. "Not since…"

Not since the night she'd called Stephanie, sobbing. Not since she'd what she'd thought was real had shattered like an interrupted dream. Not since she'd sat in her car, unable to even get into the driver's seat, and watched Sheamus drive up to be with Drew. Not since she'd been unable to answer the Irishman's questions before he finally went inside. Not since she'd finally called a taxi and texted him that last time.

I'll get my things tomorrow while you're at the doctor. I'll leave my key.

Fifteen months reduced to impersonal words. She might have been the cleaner that came in once a week.

"Oh, Sadie." Stephanie pulled her into a hug. "Are you still at the extended stay?"

She nodded, biting back the urge to cry. "I'm moving into my new apartment this week."

"If something comes up, promise you'll take mine and Hunter's condo."

"You mean y'all's Florida sex dungeon?" Sadie shuddered dramatically. "Gross."

"We don't have sex in the guest room…"

"Yeah, but I wouldn't be able to fix my morning coffee without picturing what pornographic things y'all have done on the kitchen counter." She narrowed her eyes slightly when Stephanie grinned. "You totally had sex in the guest room, didn't you?"

Stephanie smiled sweetly.

"Disgusting."

"Anyway." Stephanie cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders. "At least promise you'll think about it."

"I'll think about it," Sadie intoned robotically.

"Will you at least come up for a visit soon? Dad's worried about you. He doesn't like that you've kept yourself shut off all this time."

Sadie's stomach twisted. "I know he is. But—"

"And the girls think you don't like them anymore."

Gutted with guilt, Sadie blinked rapidly to keep from tearing up. True, she hadn't made her usual trips to Connecticut to visit Stephanie, Hunter, and their daughters. But she had called often. There had been FaceTime sessions and countless texts. "You know I love them more than anything."

"I know, but they're kids. When they find out you were here tonight…" Stephanie winced.

"Ugh." Sadie could only imagine the scene. "Of course I'll come up for a visit. But you're not playing fair."

"Have I ever?"

"I have it on good authority that you were a sweet, loving child." Sadie pursed her lips. "Of course, that good authority was Shane…"

"Call me in the morning, okay? I'll get your flight arranged. You can stay with us."

"I will." As though she'd stay anywhere else when she was in Connecticut.

"I love you," Stephanie murmured, drawing her into another hug. This one was longer, tighter, and ended with a sigh. "Be safe."

"Love you, too," Sadie promised. Turning, she grunted when she nearly walked into Hunter. "See you later, H."

He placed a hand on her shoulder before she could slip away. "Is she coming up for a visit?"

"Next week," Stephanie announced.

"You guilted her with the girls, didn't you?"

"It worked, didn't it?"

"We can bring the kids to the house shows this weekend."

"They'd like that."

"She would too. Did she promise she's coming up?"

"She didn't have to."

"She's right here," Sadie blurted, scowling at the couple. "I hate when y'all do that."

Hunter chuckled and lightly tousled her hair before pulling her into a one-armed hug. "Go on, get out of here. Seth's waiting."

"Night, guys," she said, slipping away and rejoining Seth. "Sorry, Steph had to play mother hen."

Seth merely nodded and they continued walking to the exit. When they reached the door, he placed a gentle hand on her back. "Let's go."

The car was barely five steps from the door. Sadie could hear the fans, and when she stepped out into the pool of light just outside the door she held her breath, expecting to be spotted. But the car shielded her from their view and she climbed in with a sigh of relief. The windows were down and she knew from the cheers when Seth had been seen. She heard the trunk open and then close with a thump. She was buckling her seatbelt when he opened the drivers' door and got behind the wheel. The car was already running, cool air blasting from the vents, and she opened her mouth to speak when the GPS suddenly shrieked that they needed to drive the highlighted route.

And, for some reason, it made her laugh.

***

Sadie was surprised that Seth didn't turn on the music one they were on the highway. But, she reflected, picking through the bag of snacks she'd bought at the gas station to find her Cheetos, he wanted her to talk. That was the whole reason she was with him. Well, no, she was with him because they were friends. Kind of? Maybe? She didn't know if she could still call herself his friend after practically ignoring his existence for months. Sitting back with the bag in hand, she adjusted her seatbelt before opening the bag. She savored the aroma and was reaching for one when Seth's hand dove in. Gasping when he brought out a handful, she glared at him. "Seth!"

"What?" he asked, tone oozing with innocence. "We agreed to share the snacks."

"Doesn't mean you can take half the fucking bag at once, goddammit," she grumbled.

"I didn't take half the fucking bag at once." Although his words were garbled, mouth crammed full of Cheetos as it was, she understood him perfectly.

"A third of the bag, then." She popped one into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully, watching him struggle to get the rest from his hand into his mouth. Able to see several fall, she giggled when he cursed and began wiping his fingers on his jeans. "Serves you right."

"It's nice to hear you laughing again," he said after a moment.

Levity fading, she focused on chewing another Cheeto. "It hasn't been that long."

"Has been for me," he pointed out.

"I'm sorry I never called you back." He'd called at least two dozen times that first week after she'd been released from the hospital. And left half that many voicemails. Twice as many texts. Asking how she was. If she needed anything. Why she wasn't at home. Over the weeks the frequency had waned, ending with one text that had left her sobbing into her pillow and cursing her inability to talk to anyone connected with work.

When you're ready to talk to me, I'm here.

After that, he'd texted her sporadically. No questions. Just pictures of stupid signs in public places with horrible grammar or spelling. Pictures of his new puppy, Twisty. Then, the day after she'd gone to the Performance Center to begin training for her return, two words that had once again left her crying.

Miss you.

His hand came over, but instead of reaching for more Cheetos, he plucked the bag from her hand and laid it on the center console before taking her hand in his. Giving a gentle squeeze, he sighed. "Sadie…"

"You can start asking all those questions you have now," she said, looking down at their joined hands.

"Are you and Drew okay?"

She sucked in a breath. "We're not together anymore."

"What happened?"

"I don't—" Sadie cut off with a sigh. "Okay, I do know. Nothing was the same."

Seth gave her hand another squeeze.

"I didn't expect it to be. He was severely injured…" She closed her eyes briefly. "He had so many surgeries. I knew things would be different. But even before he came home… He didn't want to see me. At first I thought it was because he didn't want me to see him looking as he did, but…"

"But?" Seth prompted gently.

"I figured out that he was still mad at me."

"Still?"

"We were fighting that night."

"At the hospital?"

"The night of the wreck," she whispered.

"Fuck. I'm sorry."

"He wanted me to go Scotland with him for Christmas. I'd already made plans with my stepdad," she explained, allowing herself a moment of something akin to happiness at the thought of her stepfather. One of only a handful of people she'd kept in contact with while she was out of work. "He was… I don't know. It was my fault. I could have come up with a compromise. I see Arthur a lot. I'd only met his family twice, and only once since we'd begun dating. But I was being stubborn and I let the argument keep going. It got petty."

Seth's sigh was one of understanding.

"We both started criticizing things about each other." She swallowed anxiously, remembering words flung with venom. Petty words that had turned vicious. And when the argument had reached its peak, words that had changed everything. Inhaling slowly, she moistened her lips. "I didn't see the red light until it was too late. I was so angry and upset. We were yelling, and it was snowing hard, and when I tried to brake, I skidded. Then I felt something hit the back of the car and the car began to spin…"

Spinning. Screaming. A deafening crash that had echoed like a gunshot inside the car. The sickening crunch of metal. The airbag against her face as glass sprayed. The taste of blood.

The sight of her boyfriend, body twisted and bleeding. Silent. His hand reaching toward her.

"Sadie."

She jerked her head up. The car had stopped. Above the blood rushing in her ears she could hear the clicking of the hazard lights. She could feel his hand still clasping hers, their fingers twined, and slowly looked down to see she was clutching him so tightly her knuckles were white. "The policeman that responded asked if I was having trouble seeing because of the snow. They found spots of black ice near where I hit the brakes, and they chalked it up to the snow and the ice. I didn't tell them otherwise."

"Sadie, it wasn't—"

"It was my fault," she insisted. "I know it was. If I'd been paying attention—"

"You still could have hit that patch of ice and skidded across the intersection. You don't know that you'd have missed it."

"If it wasn't my fault, why do I feel so guilty?" she asked, hating the weakness in her voice.

"Because it was a horrible accident." He sighed. "And because, even though you were arguing when it happened, someone you love was hurt."

"He wasn't just hurt. Half his body was broken," she whispered. "Why, Seth? Why did his side of the car have to be the one that slammed into the light pole? Why did he have to be the one whose body was destroyed?"

"Would you prefer it had been someone else?"

"I wish it had been me."

"No. You don't."

"Yes, I fucking do! If it had been me, maybe I'd have—"

"Don't you dare fucking say it," he warned.

She reared back. "Seth—"

"You can't let the guilt eat at you. You can't," he stressed when she opened her mouth to argue. "The guilt is worse than the injuries you had. It's letting you not be happy that you survived. You both survived. Yes, half his body was broken. All the injuries he had are horrible. But he survived. That's the important thing. It doesn't matter if you were paying attention or if he had been driving or if you hadn't been arguing. It still could have happened. It could have been so much fucking worse than it was. That's why it's called an accident. Because it's horrific and it doesn't make sense. Beating yourself up isn't going to change the fact that it happened. Remember Finn's injury at SummerSlam?"

Surprised by the sudden question, she could only nod. She had been in NXT at the time, but she'd been backstage and had seen the immediate aftermath. The shock. The horror. The realization that the injury was bad. And she had seen the grief and remorse on Seth's face when he'd come, wide-eyed and pale, backstage. "That's different."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is," she insisted. "We all know when we step into the ring that an injury can happen. No matter how careful we are."

"That's exactly my point. We all know it can happen. Just like we all know that when we get into a car and go for a drive that a wreck can happen. A plan we board could crash." He leaned forward, giving her hand a gentle tug so she would look at him. "You think I didn't beat myself up over it? You think I didn't sit up every night for weeks going over that moment again and again, telling myself what I could have done differently? I fucking stopped his career right when he was being pushed to the fucking moon."

"It's different," she insisted. "Because he didn't blame you. Did he?"

"No, he didn't," Seth sighed. "But that didn't make it any easier."

"Drew blamed me." She felt Seth's hand tighten. Could feel the tension creep up his arm and through his body. She saw his jaw clench before he pressed his lips into a tight line.

"What?"

"He blamed me. He still does." She ducked her head, hoping to shield her sudden, hot tears from his gaze. "That's why we broke up."

"He blames you for the wreck?"

"He'd just been released from the hospital. He was in pain. So much pain. I did my best. I was mostly healed up by then. I did everything I could think of to make him comfortable. I was just so happy that he was gonna be okay, you know? I knew it would take a long time for him to heal but I knew that he could do it. And I was prepared to stay by his side. I was ready to take him to all his appointments and make sure he did his PT. I memorized the doctors' instructions about rest and hydration. How to clean his stitches. I asked a nurse at the hospital to show me how to help him bathe because he couldn't stand up to take a shower. And he refused to hire a nurse to come to the house to do it for him." She inhaled sharply, using her free hand to dash away the tears before they could fall. "The first few days people were in and out. Then suddenly it was just the two of us and I realized…"

"Realized what?" Seth whispered.

"That I wasn't wanted. He was so angry. I expected that. I've seen enough people recovering from injuries to know all the stages. But… The anger didn't go away. I know it takes time, and that's one reason I delayed my return. I didn't want to leave him while he was still so mad. And he was depressed. He didn't want to talk. Didn't want visitors. Then one day Hunter dropped by, and…" She groaned, recalling Hunter's weary expression when he'd come out of the bedroom after speaking to Drew. "Afterward, we got into a huge fight. He kept telling me to go back to work, that he didn't need me hanging over him. I was getting on his nerves. He could manage without me. I got mad and told him he could barely wipe his own ass without help, and that just made it worse."

Seth gave her hand a gentle squeeze. And waited.

"I know now that I should have walked away and given us both time to cool off. But I was so mad, because I was there to help him and he didn't want me. It got so bad, Seth."

"How bad did it get?" he whispered.

"Things were thrown," she admitted. Then, feeling him tense up, she hastened to explain. "Not at each other. He didn't hurt me."

At least, not physically. But the glass shattering against the wall had mirrored the splintering of her heart.

"Then he told me to fucking get out and never come back, that me babying him wouldn't make up for the wreck. Something snapped inside me and I left."

"To give him time to cool down?"

She shook her head. "For good. I went back the next day when he was at the doctor and got my stuff. I deleted his number from my phone before I left the house. I left my key. I-I left the ring he'd given me."

"Ring?"

"He proposed the day before the wreck." She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to force the memory away. But it reared above her attempts and filled her mind. She remembered the happiness she'd felt that day, even before his proposal. Laughter as they worked together in the kitchen, music blasting. Stopping to dance when their song had begun to play. The smell of paint as they finished their project. Turning from washing her hands to find him dropping to one knee. His voice, accent thicker than she could ever remember hearing it before. The words of Robert Burns.

"'Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear, / And the rocks melt wi' the sun: / I will love thee still, my dear, / While the sands o' life shall run.'"

The brilliant diamond glinting when he slid the ring onto her finger had paled in comparison to the glittering in his eyes. The taste of tears and the sound of joyous laughter and the knowledge that she had found her forever.

She had worn the ring for less than twenty-four hours. Had slipped it into her pocket when they reached the venue for the house show, because they didn't want to announce it so soon. It was their little secret. They'd tell the world of their engagement after the New Year. But the girls had known something was up. She was giddy and glowing, and tentative plans had begun to form in her mind. Of an intimate wedding in his beloved Scotland, of dresses and flowers and cake and forever…

Plans that had disappeared when the rental car had spun out of control.

She hadn't touched the ring again until the morning she'd returned to the house to get her things. She had thought of leaving him a note but hadn't had any idea of what to write. Instead she had left her key and the ring on his nightstand, where he would be sure to find it when he returned from the doctor. And she had left, slamming the door on what was supposed to be her happily ever after.

"Can we go?" she whispered, using the sleeve of her hoodie to wipe her tears away.

Seth gave her hand a heartfelt squeeze. "Yeah, we can."

#seth rollins imagine #wwe imagine #holy shit it's been so long #multipart:scars #k thx bye #my fics

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One Last Job (Part 2/2)

I wanted to get this out to you guys so badly, I worked non stop on it!

Warning #1: this has spoilers for the show Barry on HBO, this is your official spoiler warning. this show deals with graphic violence (the main character being a hitman) and if you are not okay with the talk of murder/death, do not read this fic.

Warning #2: this story features soft, safe, unwilling vore, with this comes fearplay, digestion mention, fatal vore (mentioned but not graphic) if any of this isn’t your thing, feel free to not read, I won’t get mad :) there’s also a bit of cursing involved

Without further ado, here’s part two!

“Help!” he yelled loudly, louder than Barry expected, making him grab his stomach, where hank was, and turn a bright red, luckily he was out of the house, and nobody was there to hear it.

Hank quickly backed away from the stomach wall, feeling Barry's hand on the other side. His heart stopped for a few seconds. “Someone help me! Please!”

Barry began to speed walk to his car, trying to draw the least amount of attention to himself. “Hank just please be quiet until we get into the car, then you can scream your lungs out” he mumbled to himself.

Hank heard the words, but chose to ignore them, going back to flailing about, now turning his attention to Barry “Let me out!”

Barry opened his car door, quickly getting in and letting out a deep sigh, hoping Hank would stop kicking soon, it didn't hurt, it was more of a nuisance. He turned to the dashboard, looking at his phone, then a lightbulb hit him.

“Barry I swear to god if you don’t let me out all of my men will know about this” of course, hank had no idea how he was going to tell his men about this, but threats were threats.

“Yeah I get it, give me a moment.” Barry spoke, not intimidated at all by Hanks words, concentrating on turning his phone on, he went to his contacts and phoned the same number he called Fuches on before, putting it on speaker.

Hank had a sinking feeling as Barry disregarded him, he had never seen Barry like this before, it was like it was a different person. Anger bubbled up inside of him, he realized that Barry wouldn’t care, but he cared, it was his life dammit!

A few rings passed, before Fuches answered “Barry?” the man sounded surprised to hear from him already, or maybe it was hearing from him at all.

“Here’s your proof.” Barry placed the phone at his stomach, a few gurgles we’re heard, before Hank made some noise so Fuches could listen in.

“Fuck you Barry! Fuck you! Let me out of here you fucking bastard!”

Barry heard Fuches laugh maniacally on the other end of the phone, his gut twisting at the sound “Ha! How's it going in there Hank? Having fun, I presume?”

“...Fuches?” Hank froze, making him pause his tirade dead in its tracks, remembering what Barry had said before “you can’t just let this happen, Barry ATE me! Do you really want someone to go that way?!”

“Absolutely! I asked for it after all, surprised he even took the job!” every word that Fuches spoke drained any energy Hank had, it was hopeless “ Anyways, I now have a mafia to run, so enjoy your meal Barry!” and with that, the phone call disconnected.

Hank was stunned, not even he would want someone to suffer like this.

Well, they weren’t his men anymore, Fuches was taking over.

Barry then turned off his phone again, letting out a sigh “Fuck!” he yelled, hitting his hands on the wheel, laughing out of pure anxiety. “It fucking worked…. Hank? Hank listen to me I-”

“You hated Fuches... Why would you let him do this, why would you do this for him?” hanks words were quieter, he was in shock, it was like everything hit him all at once. Its scared Barry how his demeanor changed dramatically

“Hank hear me out, I do hate him and you’re going to be fine, this was all for show. If you calm down I can explain, you aren’t going to be digested, and you aren’t going to die.”

It took a few moments for Hank to register what Barry was saying, but one he had, the man was speechless, he couldn’t even understand what Barry was saying, “I...How?-” he didn’t know if this was a game, or if he was telling the truth

“Trust me, I don’t get it either, I can just...do this,” Barry turned a bright red, realizing that his answers wouldn’t help hank all that much “ Fuches wanted you dead, and wanted me to...do this… I decided to play along, I can’t let him run your men, he’d go ape-shit”

“Why...Why didn’t you tell me?” Hank yelled, trying to poke holes in Barry’s story.

“The fucker wanted proof that I did the job, so I couldn’t avoid it. I used to use this ability on jobs all the time.”

Hanks stomach dropped “people have died in here?!” somehow that never crossed his mind, of course it had happened before, Barry seemed like he was an expert..

Barry’s eyes widened “NO!” he yelled, his heart beating wildly as another painful memory was shoved into his head. He could feel Hank stop moving, probably shocked at the volume. “no...It was when I needed to transport someone somewhere without people knowing. They’d usually be gagged so nobody could hear them. I wouldn't… do this to kill someone.”

There was an awkward silence.

Hank slumped back in the stomach, feeling it gurgle around him, making him flinch “what's going to happen with Fuches. He’s going to know I’m alive sooner or later”

“We can expose him, you’re alive and he tried to get you killed, you just need to lay low for at least a day. Which means you’ll be in there for the rest of the day, and tomorrow.”

He was ready for backlash once more, and he wouldn’t blame Hank for being angry, but he was thoroughly surprised when hank pressed on the stomach wall, not angrily this time, but a soft touch.

“You… did this all to save me?” hank’s voice changed “I knew you we’re my friend!” hank punched the wall of Barry’s stomach, this time in a more friendly gesture. “I’m sorry I fought so much, must’ve done a number on you”

“Not really, I’ve been through worse”

“How come you didn’t tell me before, you scared the shit out of me, you could have told me and then did it!” hank let out a laugh, more out of pure shock than happiness

Barry sighed, relieved he and Hank we’re on the same page “because he wouldn’t believe it, you aren’t that good at acting scared yakow”

“Fuck you! I’m a fantastic actor!”

Barry just laughed, pulling onto the street, ready to get home and away from this mess.

“So how did you find out you could do this?”

“Not important” Barry sighed, rolling his eyes.

Hank pushed on his stomach wall, then pushed again, clearly not planning to drop the situation any time soon, and with each push it was getting more bothersome.

Barry gave in. it was no use keeping secrets anymore “back in Afghanistan, one of my mates were fucking around, it was just us on patrol that night, he was making a shit ton of noise, which was pretty much the only thing that would get us killed, I just snapped and….yeah, I don’t really remember much except for after it happened.”

Barry felt hanks laughter inside, it almost tickled “you maniac! What happened? Did he tell?”

“He tried saying I did something, nobody believed him, and the situation was dropped, he never really spoke to me after that, transferred to a different group.”

“Well that's not fun.” Hank slumped down into the squishy stomach wall, he wanted to hear an entertaining story like what happened to him, call it masochistic, but if he knew none of this and told him what happened to him, he would pitch it as a movie.

“Not every story is. Its mostly the same pattern” Barry turned into his apartment complexes parking garage “Do...this, go to a remote location, get them out, take out the hit. We didn’t tell the buyer what we did, we just charged them more when they wanted a kidnapping. If you think you did some damage today, these guys did so much worse.”

Hank nodded, wishing he could see inside Barry’s stomach. Wondering what it really looked like, if what he was saying was true, he might have some scar tissue or healed wounds from when it happened.

“How did Fuches not realize you could keep me in here without dying?”

“He thinks there’s a time limit on how long someone can stay in there for.” Barry turned into a parking spot, turning off his car, then sitting back “there isn’t- if you’re worried about that. I mean if I really wanted to I could do it, but that’s just....cruel.”

Hanks heart spiked for a second, “Barry-” he laughed, a nervous twinge in his voice.

“I won’t.” Barry cut him off “I’d have to be dying for that to happen, and I’m not dying any time soon.”

Hank patted the stomach wall “I know… its just…” hank sighed, “it fucked up that I’m even in here, allow me to be a little nervous?”

Barry awkwardly patted his stomach, turning a bit red, he never had genuine conversations about this “yeah… I’m going out of the car now; I need you to be quiet for a few minutes so I can get to my apartment.”

Hank hesitates, not really wanting to be left in silence. “Fine. be quick.”

Barry got out of the car, walking out of the parking garage and up to the main floor of the building, hank was still and silent for this time. Barry was impressed, until hank began moving, he wouldn’t mind as much, but the man was basically investigating his stomach.

Hank couldn’t help himself, he had to explore if he couldn’t ask anything at the moment, hank pushed against the walls gently, moving his hands across the squishy flesh. He moved around the entire stomach doing this.

Barry began walking faster to the elevators, “Hank calm down” he muttered to himself, hoping the man would hear it too.

Unfortunately, Hank heard no such thing. He began moving around more, pushing upwards on the top of the stomach, feeling the opening of the esophagus, he gave it a slight push, causing Barry to make a shocked noise, grabbing his stomach out of instinct and stopping dead in his tracks.

A few stragglers by the elevators gave him a strange look as he turned bright red, looking down and walking over to press the ‘up’ button.

Hank turned red as well, not expecting that reaction. He chuckled a bit, before doing it once again.

Barry twitched instinctively, pushing onto his stomach as a silent warning towards Hank to not do it again. He could feel hank laughing, making him roll his eyes.

Finally, he made his way up to the apartment, ignoring his theatre acquaintances/roommates, who ignored him as well, heading straight to his room, closing and locking the door.

“I told you to not do anything.” Barry sighed, sitting on his bed.

Hank couldn’t help it anymore, he burst out laughing “you told me to stay silent”

‘Whatever” Barry opened his laptop, sighing as he saw his Facebook page, a photo of Sally and him as his header.

Hank picked up on the sigh, patting the stomach wall “Okay, I won’t do it again, no need to get all upset.”

“Its not you… its my girlfriend.” Barry pinched the bridge of his nose, “she walked in on me when my ability was going uh… haywire, I was giant, she got scared, and wouldn't talk to me, then I had to leave.”

“You can be a GIANT?!” Hank yelled out, completely missing the other things Barry had said.

“Not the point Hank”

“Right right… I’ll ask later” Hank nodded, pushing on the stomach wall jokingly, the organ gurgling back in response “what are you going to do”

“I don’t know, I’m going to talk to her tomorrow at class, you better not say a word tomorrow, I don’t need a bunch of theatre adults trying to gut me.”

“Got it got it…. So about being giant?”

Barry sighed; this was going to be a long night.

It was, mostly answering Hanks questions, Hank messing around with his organs, and at one point, having to cut up pieces of food and swallow them down so hank wouldn’t starve.

When the time came for the men to sleep, Barry found himself just staring at the wall, he couldn’t fall asleep, his thoughts on sally.

He kept thinking of ideas on what to say to her, and hoping she would listen, he took a moment to turn his phone back on, hoping to see a message from sally, but there was nothing.

He considered writing her a text explaining everything, or at least some of the things, but he decided not to, he’d give her the space she needed, and he would talk to her tomorrow.

He placed his hand on his stomach, feeling hank asleep inside, he smiled a bit, he had never realized how good it felt for someone to be inside, it was always sharp pain and annoying struggles, but this was actually pretty great.

Finally, sleep took over him.

The next morning was awkward, hank waking up in complete darkness, forgetting where he was, pounding on the stomach walls to be let out, which in turn woke up Barry, who just sighed and had to calm the man down.

“I’m sorry Barry I forgot”

“Well if you fall asleep today you better not forget while I’m out”

“Barry I told you I won’t!” hank hit the stomach wall “you make one mistake and you get attacked nonstop”

“Listen it could be my life at stake if Fuches hears anything about you being alive, if one of the actors finds out where you are and spreads it, it's your life too.”

Hank just huffed, sliding down against the side of the organ

Barry quickly made his way to the building where the class was, about an hour and a half earlier, he knew she was always that early. As he parked, he scanned the lot for Sally, noticing her at the doors.

“Shit!” Barry whispered, he realized he never really practiced what to say to her. “What do I do”

“Tell her the truth Barry” Hank spoke “minus the cannibalism part...is this cannibalism?”

“I don’t think about it often enough to answer that” Barry patted his stomach “fuck it, I’ll just wing it. Stay quiet” Barry got out of his car making his way to the building.”

“Good luck, Barry!” Hank spoke, patting back before quieting down, letting himself sink into the stomach wall, wanting to hear the conversation as much as possible.

Barry let out a deep breath, “Hey sally?” he called gently to her as she was about to open the door.

Sally froze in place, hearing Barry’s voice, she turned around, putting on an awkward smile “hey Barry!”

He was taken aback at her enthusiasm, not even expecting her to say anything “are...are you okay?”

She laughed awkwardly “what do you mean?” she stared at him before her eyes lit up “Oh! You mean yesterday! I’m fine, I think I got a second hand high from my roommate hotboxing while I was in the room, I was seeing things...marijuana sucks”

Barry stared at her for a moment, “uh… Weed isn’t a hallucinogen…” he saw Sally’s face turn a bit red, her smile faltering a bit.

“Well, I was seeing things, right?” she asked, not to him, but to herself. It broke Barry’s heart to hear her question herself.

He thought of agreeing with her, saying that everything was fine, that nothing happened yesterday, but he lied to her enough, and she clearly didn’t believe herself either.

“We need to talk” Barry spoke, Sally’s smile gone, a fearful look replacing it. Barry continued, “please just sit at the stairs with me”

Sally, her heart pounding in her chest, silently moving to the outside stairs, sitting quietly. Barry followed her, sitting down.

“Listen, Sally?” Barry looked into her eyes, she looked into his, the man sighed, butterflies in his stomach… actually it was Hank moving. “Yesterday, everything you saw was real.”

Sally paused for a few moments before laughing “Barry what are you talking about?”

“Sally you know it's true.” she looked for anything other than seriousness in him, but his eyes didn’t waver for a second

She shook her head a few times, looking down at the ground, almost embarrassed at what she was saying “No I don’t, because if you actually knew what I was seeing you wouldn’t be saying this-”

“I was giant, Sally” Barry winced internally, he just had to rip it off like a band-aid. “I was giant in one of the back rooms, you walked in and ran away.”

Her brain processed what he was saying to her, before her face contorted into a look of fear, she wanted to believe she wasn’t thinking right, but she just had to face the music.

“W-what?” she tried to scoot back on the stairs, but the wall of the building hitting her back stopped her from doing so.

“Sally, I’m not going to hurt you, I’ve never wanted to hurt you before, it isn't different now.” Barry put a hand on her shoulder.

She flinched away at first, until she looked into his eyes, those were the eyes she fell in love with, the eyes she knew well, she felt safe with. “H-how?”

“I...fuck” Barry looked down, distracted by hank moving around, it seemed like he too was nervous and moving around as a result.

Sally gave him a strange look “are you okay?” she tried coming closer to him, noticing he was focused on his stomach for a few moments “do you feel sick?”

Barry pulled back, making her jump at how fast he was “I’m good…” he trailed off awkwardly, she nodded, backing up as well. “I just… don’t want you to be afraid of me, I...I’m not going to hurt you Sally, I love you”

Hank sat in almost disbelief, he hadn't seen or heard Barry express...normal emotions before. He almost thought the man couldn’t express anything other than Annoyed.

“Barry I…” Sally paused, worried to say the wrong thing “I overreacted, I shouldn’t have run away I should’ve let you--”

“No” Barry put his hands on her shoulders, looking her dead in the eyes “you reacted how everyone would react to...that. I’m not mad at you, I just want to help you understand so you’re okay.”

To this, he noticed Sally get a bit misty eyed, whenever he would show her any affection like this, she would always cry, and he was okay with that, he didn’t want her to be afraid to react to anything he did, she’d been badly hurt before, but he would never let that happen.

She wiped her eyes, smiling softly “about that explanation?”

Barry smiled, letting her go, and explained everything.

Well, not everything.

He told her everything she needed to know, he could shrink and grow, shrink other people and objects, to prove this to her, he took a pen out of her purse, and proceeded to shrink it, then resize it.

She was absolutely amazed at what she was seeing before her eyes, they were lit up like the stars.

He could feel hank getting more and more restless inside though, maybe it was the environment around the shrunken man, maybe he was bored, maybe he just wanted to cause trouble and piss Barry off, who knows.

“So, it just… is apart of you? Do you know anyone like this too?”

“Basically, its just something I have to live with, and no, there’s not really a place I could go looking for people like me” Barry shrugged.

“That’s… interesting” she laughed as he finished his explanation, all of her worry and fear melted away, and it was back to just same old Sally Reid. “In a good way, I mean you could probably make an entire play out of this”

Barry Laughed softly “I guess so.”

Then… it happened.

Hank didn’t mean to laugh out loud, and definitely didn't mean for it to be that loud. He just simply found it funny that out of anything out of his life, this would be the thing that would be perfect for a play.

A PLAY of all things, not a movie or even a short film, but a play.

Barry turned a dark red, grabbing onto his stomach, there was no way that she couldn’t have heard it. It may have been muffled, but there was no playing off what that sound was.

Sally looked back and forth for a second “did you hear that? Sounded like someone was laughing.”

He couldn’t play it off as a passerby, there was practically nobody around, hell, Gene wasn’t even there yet, she had to bring her own set of keys so she could get in when he was gone!

“I uh..I-”

“Barry are you okay? Your face is really red” she looked him up and down as he panicked, his face giving everything away “Barry, you can talk to me”

He had to think of a lie. He had to think of something so he could change the subject. He couldn’t let her know about this. “Its just...fuck…-”

“Okay okay Barry the Jig is up!”

Hank fucked this up, so he put it upon himself to fix it as well.

Barry tightened his grip on his stomach. Horrified enough to lose all use of his voice. He was stunned.

Sally whipped her head around “okay Barry what the fuck is going on?” she spoke, her tone much less concerned and much more upset. “Who’s there”

“In here Miss Sally Reid!”

“Hank shut the fuck up” Barry spoke extremely quickly, the panic and anger in his voice rising with each word.

Her eyes trailed down to Barry stomach, which he was holding onto for dear life. She was about to say another thing, before she heard the voice again.

“No, I won’t shut the fuck up, she heard and now she knows!”

Sally let out a small squeak in shock, there was no way that voice was actually coming from inside of Barry, but the sound was in that area.

“Sally I can explain-”

“What is going on!?” she yelled, silencing Barry “you need to tell me right now if this is a joke, right fucking now!”

“Listen Sally its not a Joke its just…. Dammit thanks Hank, couldn’t keep quiet?” he took his hand off of his stomach, taking a deep breath in attempt to calm his scattered brain. “Its not a joke sally, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything.”

“So, you’re telling me that someone is… in there? Like you...you…” she couldn’t say the word, it made her nauseous to even think about.

“Yeah I uh...I had to do it… he needed a place to go, he’s in a bad crowd, and they’re not that uh… pleased with him right now.”

“But he’s… he’s dying?” it was more of a question than a statement, he didn’t seem scared.

“I’m okay” hank chimed in, “Barry is a great guy, he wouldn't hurt anyone” hank poked the wall of the stomach as a sort of inside joke between the two of them.

“Hanks safe, its like, my own personal space for anyone who needs it.” Barry spoke “its okay, I just...didn’t want to tell you, this is much worse than just growing and shrinking things.”

“Yeah… a lot different.” she nodded “are you sure its safe? You wouldn’t be able to actually hurt someone in there, right?”

Hank heard Barry’s heart pick up when she asked this, he was nervous about...something, hank didn’t know what.

“No… I’d have to be dying for that to happen” he answered, saying the same thing he said to hank, to her.

He hated telling lies to her, but if he was honest with her, or even with Hank, they’d both never speak to him again.

It was an accident really, he didn’t want to kill the guy, but as he was leaving the warehouse where he had swallowed the man, he failed to notice the other man hiding in the corner who had saw the whole thing.

The stranger stabbed him in the gut in an attempt to kill the hitman, and then bolted to let him bleed out, unfortunately as he struggled to keep himself alive, his focus wasn’t really on the person inside of him… and when he remembered, it was too late.

Fuches wasn’t bothered by it, he couldn't have cared less. It destroyed Barry though, he almost quit being a hitman right there and then as he was being stitched up.

That was the last time he had ever swallowed someone, until now.

So, he was technically not telling a lie...He’d have to be dying for it to happen.

“Oh, my fucking god...my boyfriend can eat people” she spoke out loud, taking Barry out of his heavy thoughts. “Oh my god!” all she could do was laugh, it was such an unbelievable concept, but she couldn’t deny what was right in front of her.

Barry quickly hushed her, “you need to keep this quiet though, I can’t risk this getting out to anybody.”

“Got it!” she answered quickly “you have no idea how many secrets I’m keeping in this class alone, I basically know everyone’s secrets, so yours is safe with me” she smiled proudly at him, and he returned it.

“So, Barry! Everything worked out in the end! Win for Hank?” the man interrupted, making the normal sized humans laugh together.

“You did exactly what I didn't want you to do, Hank.” Barry spoke, poking at his stomach “if you do that while the class is going on I swear you’re going to stay there for a whole week”

“Yes, yes Barry, I know,” Hank trailed off, before pushing on the stomach wall, making the skin bulge so the two could see “I’m not trapped in here with you, you’re trapped out there with ME” Hank chuckled.

Sally’s gaze couldn’t move from his stomach as the shirt barely covered the moving person inside, Barry telling hank to knock it off while also chuckling “that is honestly terrifying”

“Hopefully you won’t have to see it again.” Barry gave her a smile, which she returned with a soft kiss.

He melted into it, feeling all of her energy enter him, making him feel better every second the kiss lasted.

“Good Morning love birds” the two pulled apart to see Gene, walking up to the front doors of the building “Sally, I thought you’d be inside by now. I forgot my keys.”

Sally turned a slight pink “oh uh, sorry Gene! I just got caught up talking with Barry.” she quickly got up giving Barry a wink before grabbing her keys out of her purse, opening the door for Gene”

“Barry, you look better today, you ready to perform?” Gene asked as Sally unlocked the door. Barry just nodded in response “good, I want you to go first since you’re Mr. Early today.”

Before Barry could answer, Gene already went inside, Sally motioned for him to join, “come on!”

He smiled at her, holding up his hand “Give me a sec!” She nodded, holding the door for him as she waited.

“No fucking around Hank.” Barry patted his stomach, the man only replied with a pat back, most likely getting ready to take a nap for the next few hours.

Barry stood up, walking into the building with sally, not another word spoken.

he always thought his ability could only be used for bad things, but now, he realized that he could do a lot more than use this on Jobs, hell, he could probably get someone to help him explore it.

It could be used as a blessing now, not just his curse.

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and Done! I hope you guys enjoyed this, i wanted to try something new and please let me know if you liked it or not! should I have more multiple chapter stories? let me know!

Have a good day and remember that y’all are fantastic! be good people!

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