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girlmeetsliv3 · 4 years

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Lilies of the Valley I

A/B/O!BTS x Reader

Flowers can have different meanings depending on the flower’s shape, color, and method in which they are presented. Lilies are my favorite for such a simple flower can have so many distinct meanings.

Chapter One: Hatred & Pride

“Lilies are considered a beautiful, popular flower but the orange variations actually symbolize hatred, pride, and disdain.”

Release Date: 05/18/20 @ 7 pm

YN stumbled haphazardly into her apartment, as she tried to kick off heels and steer her way into her apartment's small bathroom. In her hand lay a crumpled up business card that scorched her skin, yet she couldn't let go of it. As she reached the bathroom, she flickered the yellow lighting on and stared at herself in the dirty mirror. Mascara and eyeliner were smudged making her resemble a panda, a frown etched between her brows, and colored lips turned downward. It was not her wretched appearance that had her sorrowful, but rather the bite that was visible right where her neck met her shoulder. It looked fresh, harsh red marks that displayed to the world that she was taken. "What a fucking lie."

She took off her makeup and jumped into the shower scrubbing off every trace she could of the alpha. Not wanting his scent permeating on her body any longer, then it would truly prove people's perception of her to be true. A small ding as she was exiting the shower alerted her towards her phone.

Mark Lee: Sorry about how I acted. I just don't understand, but I don't think we should see each other anymore.

"Great," YN grumbled. There went another one that she'd managed to drive away. It would be a lot easier if she could simply date someone like her - not that it would ever be allowed. Still, there would be less judgment and she wouldn't have to feel like a let down to society or her family every time a holiday passed and she failed to present with a mate. "Fuck society." Though truly it was more like fuck Jeon Jungkook. None of this would've happened if it weren't for the alpha and his hormones. Truly none of this would've happened if his mates kept a tighter grip on the newly presenting alpha, but she couldn't blame the others for his mistake.

On second thought, fuck them all. Why the fuck are sub-genders a thing anyway? This wasn't the first time said thoughts had filled her head. Presenting as an Omega in a family full of beta's had been difficult, not to mention the events that followed afterward. YN dragged her feet into her bed, thankful for once that she lived in such a small apartment that things were never so far apart. Though her current apartment was about the size of the kitchen in her parent's home, she couldn't complain. Few people rented unmated omegas. She was lucky that her landladies were two female betas with small children. YN doesn’t have anything against alphas but she’s aware enough to know how they perceive her: a means to an end rather than a human being. Or half of one at the very least.

Her cell phone screen lit up again, but YN was far too tired to check it. Until it stayed on as a plethora of messages appeared. Rolling her eyes, YN grabbed her phone and unlocked it planning to send to hell whoever sent so many messages this late at night.

Unknown: Please consider it.

Unknown: I know you blame me for a lot of things and it is my fault, but I’d like to fix things.

Unknown: or help at the very least.

Unknown: Please just answer me.

Unknown: I’m very sorry. You know I am. It was a mistake, I was presenting and couldn’t control myself. Please YN.

Unknown: You’re my mate.

YN slammed her phone down on her bed with tears in her eyes. She regretted ever going on the date tonight, regretted ever meeting Jungkook, regretted presenting as an Omega. YN regretted being alive. She knew others felt the same way, she'd seen the look in her father's eyes when he had gone to the police station. None of this would've ever happened if she were a beta. YN would be able to get a good education, a good job, a decent place to live. She wouldn't be treated like a third-class citizen because of her sub-gender - she would just be YN. The way she'd been in school before all this happened. The way she spent seventeen years of her life living. Sobs racked throughout her body and she bit into her arm to keep the sound from reaching her neighbors. She didn't want to get into any more trouble tonight.

Exhaustion eventually won over and YN slipped into a restless sleep, plagued by the events of her past and the ones that occurred a few hours earlier.

“So there was nothing you did in high school? No clubs or anything like that?”

YN shook her head, shrugging slightly. "I helped some teachers, dabbled in a couple of things but wasn't like the head cheerleader or class president." Tentatively she reached for her drink, making sure Mark didn't notice her smelling it for anything. It wasn't that he wasn't nice, but one could never be too careful. Mark laughed, "Alright you got me there, but I'll let you know the only reason I became class president is that I promised I'd get us a pool."

“How did that work out?”

“Terrible. The school was convinced our stupid asses would drown or something. Can’t say it wasn’t true.”

YN giggled, taking another bite of her food. Mark was cute and he seemed aware of things, enough to not try too hard. He hadn’t asked to pick her up or asked about exes, he’d agreed to meet at the restaurant and even arrived early. Then again it might also be because they have a friend in between and it was Rosé who’d set them up together. “So YN what school did you go to?” Mark leaned forward resting his face in his hands. The warm lighting in the restaurant cast a nice glow on his features, it made him look more attractive. Or perhaps the alcohol had finally set in.

“I went to Yeong-gwang Academy.” As soon as YN uttered the name Mark’s eyes widened exponentially. “No way, I’ve heard about that school. Isn’t it like a rich kid central or something? Wait didn’t you go to school with the Kims?!” It was an involuntary reaction the way she shivered whenever she heard that name, but her date must not have noticed. He stood waiting for her confirmation and all it took was a curt nod, for the man to begin rambling about all the rumors he’d heard over the years. It was difficult to keep up with them all, but she did manage to correct a few.

“Haven’t you guys been ranked number one school in Korea for like thirty years or something?”

“I think it’s only twenty.”

“I heard all your sports teams are national champions.”

“We only really had like five or so.”

“Don’t you have the largest private collection of flowers in Asia?!”

“Um, it’s Lilies and I think that’s an exaggeration.”

On and on it went, YN was now beginning to regret opening her mouth. She'd heard of Academy fans before, but it was mainly people who wanted to go there and couldn't or alumni. The way Mark spoke about it made her seem like she was an olympiad or a part of history. The date was drawing to an end, YN couldn't help but feel disappointed but it could have gone worse. Mark could have seen her mark and it would've caused conflict, hearing the boy ramble about her school was the lesser of the two evils.

It was when YN lifted her drink to her lips that she sensed it. A hint of musk and the smell of fresh linen, she couldn’t explain how she knew it was him. It was almost instinctual the fear that spread throughout her. As discreetly as she could, YN cast a glance around the room trying to find him almost exhaling with relief when she didn’t. It’s probably a mistake.

“Hey isn’t that Kim Jungkook right there?”

It was said a little too loudly, just enough that YN knew he'd heard it. It didn't take long for her to feel eyes peering at her, goosebumps rose through her arms. Her bite began to throb and YN could feel her heart skip a beat. Mark's eyes focused on him and eventually crawled up, letting her know the alpha was approaching. Now the scent hit her entirely, shaking her to her core. YN gripped the table to steady herself but found that near impossible when the alpha kept sending his pheromones at her.

"Does there seem to be a problem here?" His voice had deepened over the years, no longer the voice of a teenager but that of a man.

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to call your name so loudly. Um, I'm Mark Lee. A pleasure to meet you." Mark turned his attention towards YN expecting her to acknowledge Jungkook or greet him as a classmate. YN couldn't. She couldn't look at him. It didn't help that there was a tense atmosphere between the two, the tension was palpable and it seemed Mark had enough.

“Aren’t you going to greet him, YN?”

Greet the man responsible for everything wrong in my life, sure. Yn’s eyes trailed upwards from the table to Jungkook’s face until her warm eyes met his golden ones. As YN parted her lips to speak, she felt it: the heat spreading throughout her body. An uncontrollable feeling that raked throughout her body. The fucker was trying to trigger a pseudo-heat. Instantly YN’s grip tightened on the table, her fingertips becoming white as she fought with nature to keep control over herself.

“Do you two know each other?” It seems Mark was catching on and truly she couldn’t blame him if he misunderstood. She would too if the roles were reversed. Suddenly Jungkook turned to face Mark, holding his hand out to greet him.

“I’m Kim Jungkook, her mate.”

"What?! No, he isn't. Don't listen to him, Mark." Her outcry had caused quite a few patrons to turn her way, now all paying close attention to what was happening.

"Uh -" Jungkook quickly interceded whatever Mark was going to say. "Did you not notice her mark? Or do you make a habit of seeking mated people?" At this a few people gasped, Mark looked between the two of them confused. YN snapped, "It's a partial bond. It was never completed so it doesn't mean anything." Her words only confused Mark even more. Whispers from surrounding tables began to reach her ears and it only fueled YN's rage more. This was all a big misunderstanding, but Jungkook was thriving off it. Mark and YN's eyes met as she silently pleaded with him to listen to her.

"Hey beta," Jungkook snapped his fingers together, "look at me." YN should've known she'd lost then and there. As a beta, it was impossible to resist the order of alpha, not to mention one that exuded the stench that Jungkook did.

“You know who I am right?” Mark nodded, eyes wide as if aiming to please. “Then you know don’t you? You know…” When Mark looked back at her, there was sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry YN.” was all the beta said before standing up and walking away. YN had so many things to say, so many more explanations, but they all died in her tongue.

Jungkook tsked, “What an asshole. Could’ve at least paid for the meal.” That was the final strand for YN, she gathered her stuff and threw all the money she had down on the table. Walking fast out of the restaurant trying to avoid the judgemental stares directed towards her, she swore some people hissed at her under their breaths. Once outside YN leaned against the side entrance of the restaurant trying to steady her breath and stop the incoming tears.

"YN. Hey!" Jungkook raced out the front, staring around panicked until his gaze landed on her. YN tried to walk away, but his long legs gave him an advantage and he reached her in a few steps. "Please YN. I'm sorry, I just- I couldn't control myself." YN rolled her eyes, trying to push the alpha aside.

“No please YN look.” His hands gripped her forearms and tugged her close to him. “I’ve been trying to find you, we’ve been trying to find you. But you disappeared off the map.”

“That’s because of you. I left because of you.” YN tried to get him to release her arms, but his hold was too tight. “Wasn’t it enough for you? Isn’t it enough for you? You ruined my life and my reputation Jungkook. The least you could do is leave me alone.” She was begging at this point, trying to make him see reason.

“I can’t leave you alone, YN. You’re my mate.”

“You already have mates Jungkook. Fucking six of them! How could you want more?!”

“It isn’t like that and you know it. You’re all our mates. You're the pack omega, you just don’t see it yet.”

This wasn’t the first time Jungkook had tried to excuse his behavior by using the pack bond. Yes, it was true all seven of them shared it but that didn’t mean she did too. “Omega’s don’t have the pack bond, Jungkook. Stop trying to lie.” YN couldn’t see what he gained from this.

“I’m not lying. It’s rare but it happens, please if you just speak to Namjoon you’ll see-”

“Leave me alone Jungkook.” YN mustered all her strength and managed to finally push him off. The alpha looked shocked at her display of aggression, YN strongly desired to hit him but knew it wouldn’t end well if she triggered his instincts. “I’d rather die alone than be mated to you.” YN could see the spear driven through the boy’s heart because she felt something similar go through hers. YN let out a shaky breath, she leaned over resting on her knees for fear of falling over.

"I get it. I'm sorry, I ruined your date. I embarrassed you in front of all those people and that wasn't right. I'm sorry YN, I truly am. For everything, I've ever done to you. But it doesn't change the truth. You know this isn't something I can lie about: you are my mate. Our mate."

YN groaned and went to walk away, knowing that there wouldn't be an end to Jungkook's madness. As she walked past the shaken alpha, he grasped her hand placing something in it. "If you ever need anything, don't hesitate, please." YN didn't even spare him a look as she walked away. It wasn't until she could no longer smell him that YN broke down, her body shaking as she tried to hold it all in. She was still in a public place and a vulnerable omega might draw unwanted attention. YN took a deep breath and steadied herself. Heading straight to her apartment and refusing to look back.

A loud abrupt ringing awoke YN from her sleep, she jumped so high she practically touched the ceiling. Grabbing the phone, she saw Rosé’s contact picture pop-up on the screen. It was rare for her to call, especially since it was nearly six a.m.

“Hey.”

“YN? Oh my god.” Rosé’s tone was panicked and YN could hear the way she panted. “Someone broke into my apartment while I was sleeping.”

“What?! Are you alright?!” YN jumped out of bed and raced to put on pants and hoodie, before grabbing her keys and wallet. “Where are you?”

“I’m at the police station. I couldn’t see very clearly, but they’re looking at security cam footage from around the area to figure out who it is.”

“I’m on my way. Did you call Lucas?” Lucas was Rosé’s foster sibling, his husband worked in the police and was certain to make the whole process smoother.

Rosé hesitated, “He isn't answering. Please come, I’m here alone and I-”

“It’s alright I’ll be there soon I promise.” YN had managed to wave down a cab and told him to drive as quickly as he could.

The sight of her best friend in tears triggered something innate in YN. She pulled Rosé into a hug and refused to let her go, terrified at the thought of what could have happened to her friend. "It's alright, I'm here." Rosé dug her head into YN's neck using her scent to calm her nerves and trying to muffle her cries. Already she could feel the sympathetic stares of some of the officers. Out of the corner of her eye, YN saw someone approaching his bloodshot eyes, and the tall way in which he stood made it seem like he owned the place.

"I told you to call your mate, not your girlfriend." He remarked voice dull yet mocking. Rosé stepped away from YN turning towards him, "I don't have a mate and my brother isn't answering." Her tone was meek and eyes were downcast, YN knew she wasn't a confrontational person and this event likely further caused her to become more introverted. The cop rolled his eyes, "Where is your mate then?" He turned his attention towards YN, now she could see the name inscribed on his uniform: Officer Hwang. "I don't have one." Her tone was too blunt, YN knew she could see the way his eyebrows raised at it.

“Don’t lie to me, I can see your mark.”

“I don’t have a mate.”

Annoyance was now visible in Hwang's tone before his eyes widened. "Ah, now I get it." The officer turned back towards one of his colleagues and called out, "Bo, it seems we have a cat house on our hands." Rosé's eyes widened and YN spoke quickly, words tumbling out of her mouth. "No. You're misunderstanding." Bo had already stood up from his desk and was making his way towards them.

“Ladies if you could please follow me.”

The two of them were talking over each other trying to explain the situation, but the officers had made up their minds about what was occurring. YN cast a glance around the room trying to find anyone who could help them, but everyone kept their eyes downward. They'd been titled as prostitutes and it would be difficult to change people's minds. Officer Bo guided them, pushed would've been a better term, towards the basement where the holding cells were.

“Please sir, you’ve misunderstood.”

Officer Hwang shrugged, a cruel smirk on his face. “Call your alpha then and everything will be solved.” YN resigned herself as they were dragged downstairs and locked up.

Rosé and YN were separated in different cells while a guard stood watching. Tears streamed endlessly down her best friend's face, whilst YN told herself that hers were tears of frustration rather than humiliation at everything that had occurred tonight. Eventually, as they hit the two-hour mark the guard spoke up, "I'd call your mates if I were you. The boarding house bus swing's by at nine." Both omegas stilled in fear at his words. YN turned towards Rosé, "Ro can't you try your brother?" She was pleading with her friend, but Rosé shook her head. "He won't come." There was something she wasn't telling her, but YN figured now was not the moment to press it.

“Don’t you know someone who can help YN? What about Mark?”

Mark would be no help, considering everything that went down at the date it would be a further embarrassment to ask him to come to pick her up at the station. If he even answered that is. Unless? No, there was no way. Her pride wouldn’t be able to take it.

"Thirty minutes, girls."

It seemed as if fate was pushing her into a corner. YN had heard about what kind of things occurred to Omega's who were taken to the boarding house, it was not a nice place. It certainly didn't provide the comfort or protection that was promised to unmated troubled omegas. Hesitantly YN cleared her throat, "Can I please make a call?"

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pipesflowforeverandever · 5 years

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Don’t- A Gingie and Snowy Good Omens AU Fanfic

This is a commission from my dear friend and co conspirator @aceofintuition to write us a good ol’ conflict fic of our favorite boys, Gingie and Snowy, in our favorite AU, the Good Omens one. It is, of course, heavily inspired by the relationship Aziraphale and Crowley have, but I tried to do my best to give it enough of a unique spin that the Joeys can call their own.

Thank you so much for commissioning me!!! <3

Times like these were scarce. Moments in the midst of war where the smoke cleared, the earthquakes still, and the debris fell flat. They saw it with Moses once, and it was the only thing to compare. When their eyes locked, there was nothing else that mattered, nothing left in their way. Shameshriel felt his eyes shake in their sockets, and Snowy’s throat closed up like She Herself knew the way he looked at him. Surely, the demon believed, the fact She did not was proof enough that God either knew nothing, or that She simply did not care.

After all, he cared more for the angel than She ever could. That’s why he was his.

“Don’t,” Shameshriel would whisper, a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth in these times. The angel with black wings- fallen snow turned to ash- would listen to the other the other and know what this meant. “It’s dangerous,” Snowy could almost see him mouth, “It’s not to be.”

Comprehension is separate from acceptance.

Snowy might have been born in perdition, but even he understood there wasn’t something right about an angel holding himself back. But maybe it was just Shameshriel that wasn’t right. Snowy had seen other celestials; robotic, gloaty fuckers. Not a lick of humility till they pretended they really minded the lady upstairs.

This angel was different.

“Don’t-” today’s ‘don’t’ came from coy lips under hooded eyes, “-Call me that, dear.”

All Snowy had was a snort, snake eyes locked onto golden ones for the brief second the other turned his head. The demon took it in stride whenever he could, these instances of denial. “Or what, Ginger?” he repeated the nickname with a toothy smirk as the redhead with silky, white wings trusted his feathers to be groomed by the miscreant he turned his back to. Snowy could swear that like his name, they were made of light. “What, in the devil’s name, could you possibly do to stop me?”

He wished he could say that about other things.

Unbeknownst to him, his “Ginger angel” had begun to frown in thought. Snowy was almost surprised to have won, for once, until Shameshriel muttered a reply in a voice so pleasant that there had to be a bit of a bastard in it.

“Or we won’t talk this this anymore!” It was emphasized with a flick of the wing tip Snowy had his fingers in, the angel not even glancing back at his affronted face. “No more grooming, dear, no more tea, no more-…more-…”

Snowy’s heart quietly raced. He both loved and feared when Gin couldn’t find what he had to say. It meant he was feeling something that would knock him to the floor.

“…More socializing!” he finally decided upon like the word was bitter on his tongue, both wings stretched behind his back, making the demon fall over so his rough palms caught him on the wooden floorboards. But the feathers soon relaxed with another expression Snowy couldn’t spot from there- regret- but that he could guess. So, he wiped his face with his sleeve, pushed up sunglasses, and laughed.

His mouth tasted like the dust of the angel’s attic, the scent of old books and elderly flowers that Gin insisted didn’t want to take the sunlight of the young in the downstairs windowsills.

“You’re the one that told me, darlin’, that y’ never get a friend to groom your wings up in heaven!”

“Well, I never asked you to do it either!”

Snowy was so sensitive to his angel- his every subtle shift in tone, body language, expression- the change in his voice and what it could mean. There was something to this in that…bite at the end. Another “don’t.” So his smile faded, and his arm was slowly put limp onto his lap, fingers fidgeting in the anxiety-inducing quiet.

“…It’s…a good name for ya, Gin… ‘Gin.’” The demon spoke more gently than usual- or as the angel would say, more snakelike, especially with this dare of a statement- with his eyes flickering beneath the shades indoors at the silhouette of the person ahead. He liked to think they were friends.

He liked to think they could be, despite things.

At first, Snowy believed it to just be the nature of being a thing crawled out of hell- that he could just…want to tease heavenly beings with no excuse except for the fun that came out of it. But it had been 6000 years, and it turned out there was only one annoying little creature of holy light he kept coming back to play with. Must have been a remnant of who he was before the fall…

…But it was still enough to worry there was evil in it, roots to the rest of his damned essence. That whatever could still connect him and his angel…might just be rotten to the core.

And who was he to drag him down, too?

As he was pondering these thoughts, something was said that raised his pupils and constricted them more.

“I know what it means, you know.”

Snowy gazed ahead, the curve of pale wings lined by the yellow sunlight of the window his angel faced. His own were spread behind him, over the piles of books. Gin said they were old, but Snowy had seen him angry enough the last time he shoved them over “by accident,” and so his own speckled black feathers were cautious in their spread, not so much as disrupting a single page. Shameshriel crossed his arms and rolled his shoulders tight.

“…It’s a demon name, isn’t it?”

Snowy raised a brow. “Beg your pardon?”

“It’s the name I’d have if I was a demon…like you.”

Snowy got up to his feet, eyes wide. He wouldn’t look back- why wouldn’t he look back?-

“Gin-”

“NO!” And the angel shot up too. The demon was accustomed to things escalating quickly, but never quite this fast. It gave Snowy goosebumps that no torture could. “We can’t keep doing this, darling! We CAN’T!”

And those pearly wings were wrapped around as if to protect himself, a finger pointed in the demon’s face with a snarl on his lips.

Tears in his eyes that kept Snowy from doing the same.

“Gin…-“ Snowy tried to call for him again, the word escaping him before he could stop it.

“Don’t!” And the angel threw his palms to his sides, open and begging.

But Snowy had been begging for years.

“DON’T WHAT?!” he finally broke, but still couldn’t feel his teeth sharpen as they did when he wanted to be feared. That never worked on Gin, as much as he would pretend. No, Snowy wanted to be heard. It had been 6000 years, and for what? No. “Don’t…give you what you want?! Be there for you when you want your damn back scratched?! Make sure the delivery man doesn’t forget your paper?! Watch your flowers on vacation?! What in God’s name did GOD EVER DO FOR YOU?!”

And by the time he was finished shouting, his gasps for air still light on his tongue, he realized that once again, the devil in him wanted to speak before his brain could stop it. These were all the smallest of examples, but they conveyed their eternity; Snowy had fallen, and he never would ask Shameshriel to as well just so indulgence was a bit less guilt inducing, but he had always pined for the day Ginger would look back at him from over his shoulder and admit that maybe a world where they couldn’t be friends either did exist, or that they would make it happen even if the apocalypse would come to be. Snowy did give him a demon’s name; he had just begun to say it instead of whispering when he couldn’t hear.

The demon was letting himself fall to a place neither heaven nor hell wanted to be.

Oh no.

Oh no, no no-

Snowy put his hands out, his jaw dropped in fear, but it was already too late. With a grimace and hooded eyes, he witnessed that he had made his angel cry.

“DON’T!”

The redhead quivered inside out till it shook his voice, had his foot stomp the floor, and made his fists close so hard that the shreds of control he had left couldn’t fall. Behind his glasses, Gin’s irises were like sunshine- glittery, magical, and oh so very harsh onto Snowy’s own icy eyes.

“…Please…” his angel pleaded, the window a fiery halo, “Please don’t say you love me…” He shook his head. “You don’t understand! I can’t do it all over again…!”

His brown hands seemed to shine with his angel’s glow, golden on the knuckles as they were frozen midair, reaching and not yet touching, observant but having no idea what he could do. His hands…they felt infected.

But…his voice-

“Again?” he whispered.

-His voice spoke before he touched.

And slowly, the demon felt radiance slide slowly up and down his body, feeling as if Gin’s stare alone could reach right back and drag a fingertip over his skin. It was familiar, somehow, even though he’d never let himself be touched that way- not by an angel.

Almost like his words alone came out to Gingie, too, the ginger tilted his head as if a hand was there to caress it. Should he admit it?

He already did, in Snowy’s eyes. He had loved and lost before- no other way you could get hurt like that in your eyes. Then, that was when a hand really was there to hold him, when Snowy saw his reflection in the tears of his angel’s eyes.

“An…angel?” Snowy guessed. He couldn’t imagine Gin letting a mere human get so close. No one that hardly breathed a few decades could handle the complexity of an angel’s love.

With his pulse racing, Shamashriel nodded.

It stopped entirely when Snowy stopped frowning and began to smirk.

“It’s a good thing, then, I still don’t have a halo to lose.” Snowy blinked, patient, adoration turning his voice thick like syrup. “And I don’t plan on letting y’ lose yours when there’s no reason to.”

The redhead felt his lips part with nothing left to say.

“Not when all you’ve done is love me, too.”

There were precisely two reasons Snowy fell from heaven.

They were the same two reasons that he loved more than God.

And in a distant memory, Shameshriel could still see a blue-eyed angel holding his cheek, affectionately calling him his “Ginger angel” as the third in their romance teased from afar. She was trapped in heaven, not even able to reach as she watched him fall, and then she saw her other angel secretly tumble after.

And even if Snowy didn’t remember, Ginger could never forget.

#batim au #good omens au #ginger drew ale #joey snowy drew #commission #writing commissions #commissions still open btw!

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zora-moyashi · 5 years

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Core

A bright blue arrow shot at Chara, grazing her cheek.

blood dripped from her cheek as she followed the direction the arrow was thrown from

Core

She saw someone on the roof of the castle

"what's the big idea!" she calls taking a step towards the castle once again as a sort of taunt

Core

She saw that the person, a star to be assumed, had a bow like arm, and aimed it at Chara

"you dream?" she keeps going forward

Core

The star lowered their bow, they had messy blond hair and their left arm (the bow one) was covered in black. "Depends on who's asking."

"asking you clearly" she laughs

Core

"Look kid, I don't have the time or patience for these stupid games."

"hey hey hey i just want to check out the castle, soooooo" she goes a bit faster now

Core

She got an arrow threw her shoulder. "No one likes a smart*ss."

"aghssss" she hisses as the pain holding the arrow and mumbles out through her teeth "so i've heard." she glares at the star.

Core

"Tell me why you want to enter." The Star demanded

"to. look. around." she says sternly and rips out the arrow messing up her shoulder pretty badly. she can't heal herself so she just deals with it after burning the wound to stop the bleeding.

Core

The star growled, "fine, but if you touch anything, you're dead."

"whatever." She pushes open the castle doors and is met with a courtroom with broken chandeliers and stairs with almost all the carpet ripped off

Core

There were lots of crooks and crannies, and rafters on the ceiling. tons of hiding places....

'maybe I should just let her kill me so this pain can stop' she thinks looking at her shoulder. 'when was my last save..?' she can't quite remember. "What a pretty place~ I wonder is stars are hiding in here."

Core

Killer teleported behind Chara. "Hey,

"hey, decided to join?" She grins

Core

"That and here." Killer said, showing she can make save points.

"ooo you're just full of surprises." She touches the save and she heals completely. "That dream character was untrusting, I assume she's hiding something here."

Core

"Well, that's correct. She has kits."

"everyone has kits danggg like wow"

Core

"I don't and her kits are much older."

"how much older?" She climbs up the stairs and starts shoving planks away from some holes in the walls finding not much but spiders.

Core

"two years." Killer said, keeping an ear out for the corrupted Dream

"That means they're the size of tweens or what?"

Core

"Around the size of a 5 year old human."

"alright," she does more snooping. One room caught her eye in particular most of the floor was missing. The floor below was below completely dark she walked from plank to plank seeing a small spiral staircase at the end of the room.

Core

She herd giggling coming from down the stairs

she turns to the stairs. "hey? you want to come out?" she moves things around absent minded.

Core

The giggling went silent. Killer grabbed Chara as an arrow almost hit her

"woo~" she yells "do that again!" she was impressed with her reflexes. she looks around for the one who shot the arrow.

Core

Killer moved quickly, dodging more arrows, Dream was on the rafters

"we didn't reallllly touch anything you know? we ain't gonna hurt anything!"

Core

"That's bullsh*t." Dream hissed.

"hm. if you're gonna treat us like that then yeah, you're probably right."

Core

Killer set Chara down before grabbing her knife.

chara followed suit looking at dream ready to doge more shots.

Core

Killer jumped up to the rafters, ready to cut throat

chara grins and hops over to look for the kit she heard while killer keeps dream busy.

Core

The downstairs 'basement' area was mostly empty except for some support pillars. Behind a pillar she did notice a bit of fabric poking out

she goes up to the pillers

And she looks behind the one with the fabric

Core

She saw two kits, they looked to be around 5. one was a boy, with black hair, the other was a girl

"hey there~" she smiles and waves "your mom's trying to kill me"

Core

The young male hissed. KIller soon came down the stairs

"geez don't be mean, I'm just saying hi." she looks to killer, "you kill her? cause i don't think night would like that"

Core

Killer showed Chara a yellow stone, about the size of one's eye, part of it seemed to have black corrosion on part of it..

"well there you go." with a shrug she turns her attention to the kids and kneels on the floor "your mom's recharging. how about we go on a little adventure?" she asks

Core

the blond kit looked at her brother. "bad." she whispered

she snickers "haha what?" she grins while folding her arms. "i'm not bad!" she shrugs "well, mostly not bad."

Core

The two didn't seem to trust Chara and Killer

she giggles to herself. "okayyy but don't you want to get out of the castle and go make some friends? you must get board in here right?"

Core

"Y-yeah." the male said

"exactly! yuma here has a lot of friends she could introduce you to and you guys can look at a cool abandoned city. no reason not to go~"

Core

The male seemed to like this idea, while the girl wasn't sure.

she stands and looks at the girl "what do ya say?"

Core

The boy nodded

"good enough for me, let's go!" she slides down the stair rail and heads out the door without waiting for the others.

Core

Killer handed Chara the stone. "Since you haven't seen one before." The boy tagged behind, the girl slowly following

thanks she takes it. "how do youuuu know i've never held one?" she squints at her before rolls the stone around in her hand. "it's a little weird holding someone's soul." the color intrigued her maybe only because she's never seen a multi-colored soul.

Core

"Well, she'll reform in a few hours, and hers is different, it's corroded like Nightmare's."

what's this corrosion really mean for a star?

Core

it's the corrosion from the dark fruit.

"does it have any negative side effects besides, like, being evil ahaha." she kicks some rocks and takes a glance back at the kits.

Core

The kits were following. "makes it harder for them to respawn."

"hey! good for us!" she puts a finger to her chin in thought. "i think we should introduce them to horror, what do you say?"

Core

"Bad idea, Horror is a cannibal."

"i thought you all were cannibals. like just part of a genocide star thing"

Core

"Nah, I'm not, nor is LJ or Moku.'

"wooooah." she stops. " LJ's a star??? i thought she's human?"

Core

"Well, she's kinda both, I mean, she isn't a real star, but isn't like other humans

"pfft," she scoffs "she just has to be more special than she already was i suppose. I'm not even gonna ask what's up with her, it'll just upset me. so let's go see moku than?" she tilts her head.

Core

"Sure." Killer said

they head over with the kids close behind they mutter things to each other about what they think moku's like. they're at the forest where nightmare was before. chara wonders if she'll show up or not. "moku?" she calls out a

Core

"What." Mokue hissed.

"we're saying 'hi'" she says in the same tone as her

Core

Moku saw the kits, "where the he-" she growled before grabbing her rifle

"woah woah woah what the hell! what's your damage moku?" she moves in front of the kits

Core

"It's called getting rid of future competition." Moku hissed

"well cut it out they're just kids! they want to make some friends." she glares at her her eyes flashing red.

Core

Moku made her eyes flash as well, one turned red the other yellow

she takes a step forward. "you know these are dream's kits. night won't be pleased with your little extermination plan."

Core

Moku growled, setting the rifle to the side; she knew chara was right

"that's right." she huffs and steps away from the kits and looks if they're alright.

Core

They seemed confused, but where fine, Killer was arguing with horror

chara shakes her head after looking to horror. "everyone's out to get you two. what a pain. I'd take you somewhere more pleasant but i don't have the power to." she looks back at moku being sure to keep the gun out of her line of sight. "so hey, you gonna play nice and show these two around or is that job up to me?"

Core

"I know a spot to hide them." Moku said

"mm? lead the way if you want" she checks the soulstone that's in her pocket seeing no real change so she follows moku.

Core

Moku walked, a pistol on her belt

Core

She led then to a hidden grotto

when they get to the clearing chara's eyes like up she loves the area. she puts her hands to her face and grins. "it's prettyyy"

Core

"Well, I found it a while ago."

"this where you go when you have nothing to do for nightmare?" chara makes a small ball of green-blue magic and bounces it. she tosses one to the kits as well

Core

The boy caught it and gave it to his sister. "nah, this is just where I hide my stuff."

"i see," she looked around the place to see what she had

Core

There was three sketchbooks, a journal, some old targets, and old trickets

may I?" she walks over to the sketchbooks.

Core

"I guess, nothing but just a bunch of doodles."

she picks one up and flips to a page she likes being gentle with the pages

Core

There was sketches of strange flora and fauna, the majority were drawn very realistically.

"they're good, i'll give you that." she finds a flower that she likes a lot that has jagged edged pedals with stripes going out from the center

Core

Moku shrugged, "they're decent enough, anyway, how far do you plan on trying to work yourself up?"

"all the way!" she jokes putting the sketchbook down "what do you know about any of that? does my demeanor just scream 'i wanna be strong'?"

Core

Moku actually snickered. "You're an idiot, look, here is how things go down during the blood moon. all genocide stars meet up, to establish the pecking order, one is not allowed to kill another unless it is for the role of alpha, which currently is held by Blood. Now, if one wishes to go up the ranks, they have to force those higher up in the ranks to retreat to their soulstone.if you don't have a soulstone, well, don't lose." Moku explained.

"well moku, i have more in common with you stars than you may think. i won't die, i will be able to win. i've my own powers that nearly guarantee eventual victory."

Core

You can't just fight the same person again and again, you get one chance, which is why you should try to learn your opponents weaknesses." Moku explained

"moku moku moku" she shakes her head. "you all will feel like it'd be my first time. but it'd be the final time when i win. none of you except perhaps cross or killer would be able to even know i'd done anything remotely fishy. time travel's fun like that." she squints "unless you're telling me that along with one of the highest cyan abilities of teleportation you all also have the highest red ability of time manipulation. because in that case hell why do i even try." she laughs

Core

"Well, you see, when Cross first, well went rouge she tried something similar, I wasn't alive yet, but I learned about this quickly, mainly because I tried to take her place. anyway, one has to be unpredictable, uncertain of what they will even do, if anything during the blood moon is the one time we all can lose control. So even if we don't notice, others will, and can interfere." Moku explained. "Some may be able to change your save point, so still, besides, if you can outsmart your opponent, no need to die over and over."

"smarts are over rated" she waves her advice away and folds her arms "are you trying to help me or somethin?"

Core

"Actually, yes. You see, most of the others despise me, and others similar to me, since we weren't born, rather created by a version of Gaster who studied genetic data." Moku said

"i don't see the issue with that. it's like mewtwo lol. people, monsters, stars, or whatever can be so stupid! but frankly you helping me won't make anyone like you more. if you're just helping cause 'm one of the few that don't hate you, than you should probably rethink your objective." she studies her face "what are you really after?"

Core

Moku glanced at Chara, "Anarchy." She smirked sadistically, "with you in the ranks, it is only a matter of time til the file gets corroded, then one just needs to make sure a certain squid can't repair it~" She replied

chara looks pleased with this response. if she can get rid of this whole universe's file that would eliminated almost all stars she’s come into contact with. making it that much easier to climb to the most powerful in all of the multiverse. "intriguing," she nods

"i'm all for some anarchy, but how does this help you? you just wanta see everyone suffer?":

Core

"Well, once this world gets destroyed, I won't I have a separate coding, so, it just gets rid of the compition

"fair, fair~ do what you want moku, i'll help you out whenever it's convenient." she looks over to the kits. "y'all didn't hear anything by the way." she grins and shakes a finger. like anyone would believe a couple of kits anyway. chara's impressed with all of the secret alliances she's become a part of, makes her happy to shake things up a bit.

"as far as me being able to climb the ranks i have my own ways so no need to worry. i'll be ready by the blood moon."

Core

"well, avoid any outcodes." oku said, "as for these two," she referred to the kits, "they can stay here."

"cool," she turns to the kits "you guys chill out here i'll be back a bit latter." looking back at moku. "no promises on staying away from outcodes." she waves and starts to walk out of the grotto. "ciao," seeing as her time frame just got chopped way shorter and she has no intention of giving her body over for some star to control she's hatching a bit more of a risky idea for the short term.

#coreink002 #rp chain #third arc

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Anqualë: Calls from the Darkness

Series Summary: The Queen of Mirkwood was lost to her kingdom almost two centuries ago after a battle with orc marauders. King Thranduil and Prince Legolas have worked to move on, but the past still shrouds their lives. Try as they might, the agony of loss still dogs their steps. Yet things are not always what they seem...

Series Pairings: Thranduil x Wife!OFC, Legolas x Mother!OFC

Warnings: Violence, choking, sword fighting, attempted rape, stabbing

Word Count: 4083 (yeah, I went there)

A/N: As promised, here is chapter two in the series. This one is a little more than twice the length of last chapter. There’s more action this chapter and a bit of violence. Please heed the warnings, especially if you think this may trigger you. As always, DM me if you’d like to be added to the tag list.

Part 1 | Part 3

Staring out of the bar covered window, Arahaelil looked out over the dark landscape beneath the tower. Though it was midday, a veil of gray hung over the land. But then this was a realm of darkness after all, so of course the sun would not shine here. No beauty lived in this place- for beauty could never thrive in this land. It was destined to be a place festering with evil and hatred, for such was the nature of it's master. This was the dark kingdom of Angmar, dominion of the Witch-King.

Taking a moment to survey the city below, Arahaelil was greeted with the usual sight. Orcs, wicked and loathing milled about performing their tasks alongside hoards of wicked men.

Long ago the men of this realm had let their hearts grow dark and evil. Their king was one of the nine that had received a ring of power in the days of old. As the strength of the ring's power grew to align with that of the One Ring of the Dark Lord, the king's heart grew colder and darker until it was consumed. But the pull of the ring did not stop at the king. It's venom spread into the hearts of his subjects until each and every one was blackened by its veil. Soon the king rallied a legion of orcs to his lands, and combined the strength of both armies to create a deadly force that had one purpose- to make way for the Dark Lord's return.

Continuing to watch from her prison, Arahaelil noticed a rider on a gray horse trotting toward the castle. For some reason unknown to her, this rider stood out amongst the others. Though he looked no different than the other men that she saw coming and going about the city, something "felt" different about this one. Focusing on him for a bit longer, she watched as he stopped near the inn and dismounted. Gathering some supplies, he passed the reins of his horse to a stable hand. As he moved to make his way into the inn, he stopped suddenly and turned around. Looking up at the tower, Arahaelil swore that she could feel his eyes boring into hers though she could not see them for his large gray hood. For a moment the gray rider simply stared at Arahaelil as she stared back. Something felt vaguely familiar about this rider, though her mind could not place it.

Making an attempt to push at his mind so that she could see his thoughts, her attention was quickly disrupted by the blowing of a horn. Looking beyond the city to the gate, she saw that a large envoy was returning. Which meant that he would be here soon.

Rolling her eyes in disgust, Arahaelil looked back to the place where the mysterious rider had been just a moment ago. However, as she looked for him, it seemed that he had disappeared.

"Get up slave", she heard from her perch on the end of her bed as the door opened. "The master wants to see you!"

Turning to stand, she saw a pale green orc standing in the doorway with a set of shackles in his hands. A blue orc and pale yellow one standing just off to either side with weapons at the ready should she try something.

"Hurry up! The master wants to see you right now!", he yelled again as he pulled her down to his level and clamped a large shackle around her neck. From it hung chains that connected to the shackles that were almost always fastened about her wrists. A longer chain was connected to the hand restraints that he used to lead her.

Taking hold of the chain, the orc roughly pulled Arahaelil from her prison and began the trek out of the tower and through the castle to the main hall. This was not the first time that she had made the journey to see the "master". Many times had he "called upon" her and demanded her presence. He knew, like many others, that she had great power. "The Dark Witch" was the whisper around the city. Many kept a great distance away from her, for it was rumored that she could control one's mind or body if you looked into her silver eyes. There were also tales that the master used her to cast spells on lands and weaken them ahead of his host. Though many of the tales were simply that, tales, there was some truth weaved into them. For she did have power.

As they neared the main hall, Arahaelil noticed a great number of rowdy men filling the outer halls. Taking note of their armor, she quickly realized who they were. "Ah, so it is Saellyn who has returned instead”, she thought as she scanned the now silent crowd that watched her carefully. Of course they stilled, no one wanted to draw the eye of the witch. Continuing on with a straight face and chilly air about her, she spotted a familiar figure amongst the hoard. The same gray hooded rider was standing within the group about ten yards ahead of her. Fixing her eyes on him, she focused her mind and projected a thought to him. "Who are you? Why are you here?" But he did not answer, merely cocked his head slightly to the side. She squinted in an effort to ascertain who he was and why he seemed to be following her. Before she could let the question slip to him once more, she felt a rough tug and was pulled to the right through the massive hall doors.

"Ah, so this is the fabled "Dark Witch" that strikes fear into the hearts of so many", a man's voice said from across the room. Training her eyes forward and away from him, the orcs lead Arahaelil to the furthest corner of the room before removing the neck shackle and long chain. Hurrying to leave, she found herself alone in the room with the man and at least three others from the sounds of their breathing.

"Tell me boys, does this "Dark Witch" frighten you?", the first man asked with a mocking tone.

"Aye, she's quite frightening indeed. So scary on her chain like a common dog", one of the others said with a laugh.

"Isn't she supposed to be some sort of elvish queen as well? A queen and a witch that can't even save herself. Why I'm quaking in my boots. Please, don't hurt me "your highness"", a third man mocked as he and the two others began to laugh even louder.

"Hold your tongues you idiots. Do you not know great power when you see it? Why do you think the master keeps her locked away in the highest tower, shackled with enchanted chains? He could have killed her as an example to the elves a long time ago. Yet she is still here. Even now he calls her presence to this meeting. There is more to this elf than meets the eye", the fourth man said with authority as he moved nearer to where Arahaelil stood.

"Tell me, queen, what power do you possess that has the master so enchanted?", he asked from his spot now two feet behind Arahaelil. He had noticed the way that the light from the fireplace dancing through her snowy tresses so that they looked like fire. Though he had come across elves several times in the past during the Witch-King's campaigns, never had he seen one quite like this. There were stories when he was a boy of an elf queen of the forest from long ago that had skin like the earth, hair that looked like the clouds lined with the silver backlight of the sun, and eyes colored as if they were filled by the moon. She was said to be one of the fairest beings in creation to look upon, yet she held a great and terrible power. He had always believed that to be nothing more than a child's tale for bedtime. Yet here stood what appeared to be the living legend. At once he decided that he had to touch her hair to see if it was as soft as it looked.

"You would do well to keep your hands to yourself, peasant", Arahaelil spat from her position, never turning her head to look at the men.

Quickly stilling his movements so that his hand was stopped in mid air, the man cocked his head in surprise and gave a curious look.

"Do not think me blind to your thoughts or ambitions. I see more than you know", she said darkly as she turned to him and fixed him with a steely gaze. The fire casting an orange glow to her silver eyes, giving them a fearsome look. Staring deeply into his eyes so that she pierced the depths of his very soul she continued, "I see all. Every thought, every plan you have formed in secret under the cover of night. You desire more than you are worthy of, and your heart is as black as pitch. You would have your master's seat should the opportunity present itself. Be careful of the desires of your heart, for they will find you out and lead to a treacherous end".

"Who does this powerless wretch think she is speaking to?! You mind your tongue when addressing Lumyr, First General of Angmar", the fourth man shouted indignantly from across the room as he and the two others drew their swords.

"Put those away you fools! Do you not realize that your weapons will not serve you in this fight. So narrow is your vision that you cannot see the strength of your foe beyond these chains. Even in her weakened state, she is still more powerful than you should ever hope to be. For it is the most beautiful of flowers that are the deadliest", Saellyn, emissary to the Witch-King, said as he entered the room followed by two orc generals.

"My lord, we did not mean..."

"Hold your tongue! You insolent fools would attack one that holds more value to the master than all of you? Be gone from my sight before I have your heads.", Saellyn spat to the three soldiers as they sheathed their swords and scurried from the room.

"I have called you all here because the master has determined that the next portion of the campaign should happen immediately. Rhudaur has already fallen and he wants to attack Cardolan swiftly before they have time to regroup and establish a force."

"But sir, that battle front would already be secure by now. Surely Cardolan has scouts that have returned with reports of the battle and have already begun fortifying the kingdom with the help of Arthedain. It would take a massive front to oppose them", Lumyr said with a look of surprise.

"But that is not yet the case, is it my dear?", Saellyn said as he approached Arahaelil and stood in front of her. Looking into her eyes he demanded, "Tell me what you see".

These were the moments of her captivity that she dreaded more than anything. Arahaelil despised being forced to use her gifts to aid the enemy in his quest for domination and raising a path for the Dark Lord. Yet she had no choice. Though they had tried to break her many times over, her resolve proved too strong. It was not until they took something of great value from her that she was finally forced to give in and offer insights for their campaigns. Though she could never outright provide false information because of the consequences, she only provided as little information as possible so as to appease them.

With a look of disgust crossing her face, Arahaelil's eyes swirled to a murky white as she let her mind drift so the vision could overtake her. "I see the Cardolan riders. They have not yet reached the borders of their land for their injuries. They have been slowed much more than they thought. Yet they ride on to warn their king. Their defenses are not as strong as they should be, for the attack on Rhudaur was greater than they imagined. It will be another two days before they reach their borders and raise the alarm".

"Then we move out now. Cardolan is only a day and a half journey. If we ride through the night, we can meet them with our full force before they reach Arthedain and the army arrives. The master will be most pleased. Go and ready the troops", Saellyn said to the orc generals with a dismissing nod of his head.

"Now, tell me what you see in regard to the Ring", he demanded in a low voice as he stepped closer.

"I have told you, I cannot see it. The Ring evades my sight. It will not reveal itself to me", Arahaelil said in an annoyed tone as her silver eyes met his stare.

"Do not lie to me. I know you see it. I have seen the extent of your power. Even in this weakened state. Now tell me where it is!", Saellyn roared as he grabbed Arahaelil by the throat.

For several moments they stood there in a silent standoff. Arahaelil was determined not to give him the answer that he sought. But Saellyn’s slowly tightening grip around her neck was proving a persuasive gesture.

"You will tell me what I want, one way or another. I will have my answer from you. Even if I have to break the thing you hold dear to do it", he threatened in a low voice as he pulled her face closer to his.

Understanding the new threat, Arahaelil fixed him with a defiant look before letting her silver eyes cloud over to a milky white once again. Slowly everything in the room disappeared and she found herself quickly moving through the landscape of Middle Earth until finally she stopped. As she looked around she saw that she was standing along the edge of a river at the base of a mountain.

"That's better", Saellyn said as he released his grip on her neck and moved his hand to her arm. "Now, show me what you see".

Immediately he entered the vision and they were standing upon the edge of the Great River. Just below the large waterfall. There were grasslands to their right and tall mountains to their left. "The Great River and the Great Waterfall", he said aloud.

"That sounds like the foot of the Misty Mountains my lord", Lumyr said timidly as he watched the entranced pair from his spot several feet away.

"Yes, the Misty Mountains. Of course. No wonder the master has felt a pull from that direction. Show me more".

"I see no more, only what I have shown you. The Ring is powerful and will not allow me to see its hiding place", Arahaelil said tiredly as her eyes slowly swirled back to their natural silver color. Though she held a tremendous amount of power, being in such a dark land significantly weakened her. The enchanted chains about her wrists intensifying the effect. It always took a great amount of energy for her to tap into her powers, and at the end she was always left completely spent.

"See, that was not so hard. Given the proper motivation you can still tap into the depths of your power. Now go and rest. I need you at full strength before the next campaign", Saellyn said smoothly with a devious smirk as he trailed his hand along her cheek.

"Guards! Take her back to the tower and bring her some food. Our little witch has had a long day and needs her rest", he said flippantly to the orcs as they redid Arahaelil's shackles and began leading her away.

"Come general. I have a special task for you and your men...", she heard him say as she exited the room. Arriving at the tower, the orcs undid her bonds, save for the wrist shackles, and pushed her back into her prison.

"Food will be along", the green orc snapped as he closed the door behind him. Still a bit shaken from stretching her powers so far in a weakened state, Arahaelil moved to lie down on her bed and closed her eyes.

“Perhaps I will find Thranduil in my dreams again”, Arahaelil thought to herself as she shifted her body into a more comfortable position. When Arahaelil first arrived in Angmar she would have dreams of her lost husband and son frequently. Many nights she would watch them, and on some nights she would interact with them. As the duration of her stay in Angmar increased, so too did her powers and her ability to reach out to her loved ones. The dreams dwindled so that she was only able to reach out to them once or twice every other year. Yet somehow she had found enough strength a week ago to find Thranduil in his dreams.

Just as she began to drift into sleep, and hopefully another dream, the door swung open. "Leave the food on the table", Arahaelil called from the bed.

"We didn't bring any food witch. But I do have something for you", said a familiar voice as Arahaelil sat up quickly. It was the first soldier and his two comrades from earlier. While the soldier had moved into the room and stood with his sword drawn, the others hung back and flanked either side of the doorway .

"You would harm the property of the master?", Arahaelil asked as she stood proudly. All evidence of her weakened state pushed down and replaced with a commanding exterior. While she hated to refer to herself as anyone's property, she knew that it would give the soldier pause. This would give her enough time to assess the situation and formulate a plan.

"Harm you? Oh no girly, I have no plans to "harm you". We simply want to have a bit of fun, don't we boys", the soldier said as he turned back to the others who nodded in approval. "I have no intentions of killing you, only roughing you up a bit. Maybe something more than that. After all, it has been a while since I've enjoyed the company of a beautiful woman. Especially a rare beauty like you. Not many men can say they had a powerful elvish queen".

"Now, we can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. And I really hope you choose the hard way", he said with an evil grin.

"Do not be fooled by these bands about my wrists. I am not some wilting flower so easily subdued. Now I suggest you turn around and leave before you meet your end", Arahaelil's voice dripped with authority as she met her assailant eye to eye and lifted her chin in defiance.

"So it's the hard way you want it then. Have it your way", he said as he lunged toward her.

Easily sidestepping his advance, Arahaelil spun to her right as he went stumbling toward the wall. The benefit of being captive in this room for almost two centuries was that she knew every inch of her space from memory. Stepping backward so that she kept him in front of her, the soldier came charging toward her again. Just as he came upon her, she jumped into the air and grabbed one of the low hanging rafters and pulled herself up. His momentum carrying him forward and through the table that had been behind her. Jumping down, it was then that Arahaelil noticed that the two others hadn't made a move to enter the room. A quick glance to the doorway showed that they were no longer watching. Instead, she could hear the clanging of metal upon metal and fighting just out in the hallway. Having no time to think about who had come to her aid, she quickly turned her focus back to her now standing opponent.

"That was a mistake witch. I grow tired of your games. I'm going to have you, one way or the other".

Realizing that she had little room to maneuver, Arahaelil quickly threw her hands in the air and used the chain linking her shackles as a barrier to stop his fast approaching sword. Bearing down on her, Arahaelil quickly shifted her weight and used it as leverage to throw him back. As he charged her a second time, she sidestepped his advance and stuck her foot out to trip him. Falling to the floor, a dagger slipped from his belt. His sword clattering across the floor and stopping near the door. Seeing the dagger, Arahaelil made a dash to grab the blade. Just as she drew close enough to reach it, the soldier grabbed her ankle and caused her to fall.

Pulling her back toward him, she drew her leg back and kicked him in the face before crawling back toward the dagger. Fingers skimming the dagger’s handle, he grabbed her legs a second time and drug her back toward him. Kicking her legs in protest, Arahaelil struggled against his advance. However, with her hands bound together and both legs firmly in his grasp, she couldn't slip away.

"Stop squirming witch. You're mine now, and I'll do with you as I please".

"My name is not witch, and I belong to no man!", Arahaelil said loudly as she gave a swift head butt to his already injured nose and shifted all of her weight to her legs to push him off of her. Crawling away again, Arahaelil heard him spit blood before advancing toward her. Spotting the dagger just in front of her, she stretched her hands toward it in an attempt to pick it up. Her fingers just grazing the handle.

"I will kill you with my bare hands", the soldier screamed in a fit of rage as he came running toward her. Lunging with his hands extended, Arahaelil managed to grab the dagger and rolled over just in time to bury it to the hilt in the side of his neck. She watched as he grabbed at the handle in an attempt to pull it from his neck before slumping sideways.

Using the end of his tunic to wipe the blood from her hands, Arahaelil stood and surveyed her surroundings. Remembering the scuffle in the hallway that she heard earlier, all was now silent. Not knowing what lay outside, Arahaelil retrieved the soldier's sword and slowly moved toward the door. Stepping just outside, she looked to her right and saw that one of the men lay dead. Turning to her left, she saw the body of the other. Standing further down the hallway was the one who had come to her aid. It was the gray rider from earlier.

"Who are you and why did you come?", she asked suspiciously as she dropped into a defensive stance and raised the sword in challenge. Though this man had helped fend off her would-be attackers, she still did not know if his purpose was a noble one. Many had sought her power since her captivity, and this would not be the first time that a move was made to steal her away.

"Put down your sword, my queen. You need not defend yourself against me. I am here to help you", a commanding voice said.

"Help me? Who are you", she asked again. That voice was so very familiar to her, though she was having trouble placing it.

"Why, it has only been two centuries. A blink in the life of an elf. Surely you would recognize an old friend come to break you free of your prison", the rider said with a chuckle as he lowered his hood.

With a startled gasp, Arahaelil dropped the sword. Finally everything clicked; the familiar feeling she got from the rider, her inability to read his thoughts, and now his presence during the scuffle. Though how he got here was a mystery. How had he found her after all this time? It had been nearly two centuries since she had been taken prisoner, and no one had been able to find her. The Witch-King used many enchantments and evasion tactics to ensure of this. Moving closer to him, all she could do was utter his name.

"Gandalf".

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griffinsanddragons · 6 years

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Harrowed

Bethany wanders through the Fade, unsure of what to do there. She’s afraid.

I wrote a thing.

She recognized this quiet: silence only broken by footsteps and the sound of her own heartbeat.

Fear roared and raged inside her, burning like wood in an angry fire.

She was stranded in The Fade.

With memories of her whereabouts still vague within her mind, Bethany tried to stop herself from dreaming.

She knew the dangers of roaming The Fade with a troubled heart as well as any Mage—yet found it was impossible to wake her body.

And she was so hungry.

“Focus,” She thought, knowing it was best to keep quiet in the twisted realm of demons and dreams. “Focus on the road before you. Nothing else.”

And so she did.

At first, the Fade was nothing but barren soil clumped together with rocks and weeds. Her path floated on a vast pool of nothingness and as she walked, slow and steady on her cozy slippered feet, a sickly green fog fell before her, obscuring the scenery.

With a thought, however, in a motion as easy as blinking, Bethany breathed life into a tiny Wisp of Light. It flew around her, warming her skin and skirting through her hair.

“Hello there,” she spoke with caution, her voice just below a whisper, unsure of how she felt about the creature she did not intend to create.

[Keep Reading]

She felt different here—stronger. Bethany could feel the Fade around her, pushing and pulling and begging to be shaped. It was magic in the purest sense—and it was dangerous. She had to keep her thoughts contained.

The Wisp, of course, simple by nature and design, gave little thought to her worries. It flew wide circles around its Maker, piercing the fog like a sun’s ray.

At the end of the path, from what she could see, stood the beginning of a wood, though it trees were nothing but slits of shadow thrusting ominously from the soil.

No good ever came from the woods or the creatures that made their homes there but the wisp whirled around her playfully, unaware of the dangers they probably faced.

“They’re nothing but dreams,” she told herself, gathering her words around her like armored plates.

There was no other path for her to take.

A sweet-smelling scent burned through her senses as she tried to part the branches of the twisting, leafless trees. Her stomach growled quietly, a gentle reminder of the fact she hadn’t the chance to eat breakfast that morning.

She was hungry.

Bethany’s thoughts turned back to Lothering, back to the little yellow cakes her Mother used to bake, all thick and glazed with honey. She could smell them baking.

Suddenly, Bethany took a step back from the wood, her heart beating very quickly.

She didn’t care much for sweets.

Her Sister would sometimes purchase eggs and sugar from the marketplace on certain, special mornings.

“I just felt like having cake,” She’d say. And though her love of sweets was substantial indeed, the mud that caked her sisters boots (despite the absence of rain) spun a wholly different story.

She hadn’t been ‘out early’ for the sake of haggling at the Marketplace.

She was keeping Bethany’s secret safe.

The cake was something of a cover, a charade; it was a secret celebration of a quiet victory, an observance of Bethany’s safety—a safety ensured by the ending of another person's life (and their body’s disposal in a muddy swamp beyond the field of golden wheat.)

“It’s just a dream,” She reminded herself, her heart hard and heavy. “There’s no other way to go.”

Thus, Bethany made a path between the trees.

The branches scratched and scraped against the fabric of her robes, catching her off guard.

But as she ventured deeper and the fog finally cleared, flowers began to sparkle, bursting out in muted color along the rocky pathway.

It could have been lovely, she thought,—had it not been for the evil lurking within.

“Do you think it mattered, Bethany? Your ‘sacrifice?” Spoke a velvet voice that rumbled like a storm off the sea. “You have no future waiting.” It’s words burrowed deep inside her, nesting there like a bird of prey.

“Show yourself!” She demanded, turning with her staff in hand and magic burning. But it laughed at her efforts, it’s voice fading off into the wind, dismissing her bravery.

Nevertheless, she steeled herself. Bethany paused to take a breath—or 10—and continued wading through The Fade, still unsure of what she was meant to do there.

For a long time, there was silence. More flowers bloomed and burst, spreading out into little orbs of light that dotted the branches like stars in the sky. Her wisp flew up and down amongst them, playing in the dimmer lights.

But then she heard it, different from the voice but just as alarming: Whispers.

At first, they were quiet, unable to be understood, but as she moved closer to what she thought was the center of the wood, they whispered louder.

‘No please!’ They begged, their voices echoing through the rustling leaves.

‘Stop!’

‘Don’t kill me!’

‘I’m sorry!’

The voices cried out in painful agony, their breaths rough and strained as though they were already dying. But no matter how far or brisk she walked, Bethany couldn’t save them. She couldn’t do anything.

They surrounded her, shapeless masses of shadow calling out for salvation in the darkness of the wood.

“I’m sorry,” she spoke—there was nothing she could do.

The fragrant cloud of those warm yellow cakes grew stronger, reaching through her stomach to pull her closer and deeper into the trees.

Another wisp joined the first, shedding light unto the road she had to take.

“You poor, foolish girl,” The Voice returned, It’s words piercing through her very soul.

“Your sister isn’t here to protect you, your Father is long dead and your brother died as he always knew he would—defending your life; how long do you think you can endure this? What will you make of yourself without someone to hide behind?”

“Leave me be you beast!”

“You destroyed your last remaining family: Your Mother is hollow and broken with grief. And your sister…you’ve made a monster of her long ago, Bethany—and now it was for nothing. All you’ve done is for nothing.”

Something brushed against her in the dark.

Something tall with a willowy frame that was more bone than skin. Eight tapered limbs like spiders legs sprouted from the mass of flesh that swallowed its eyes and sat in a hump along its back.

Most frightening, however, were the jagged teeth that crowded its jaw.

Bethany’s breath rose and fell in heavy gasps. As her terror grew, as did her hunger; she wished for somewhere safe and warm—the safety of her home and her family in Lothering. The safety of her sister's shield. Guilt and terror overcame her but the scent of cake sat still and heavy in the air and the demon towered over her like a building strained against the wind.

It was a Demon of Fear.

It appeared behind her in a sudden movement; it’s long white fingers snatching at the back of her neck.

All at once the whispers turned to screaming; she could feel their final breaths puff across her cheeks and their blood spray across her skin.

But she couldn’t let this be for nothing.

She couldn’t die in The Fade.

So Bethany turned to meet the demon, her frantic Wisps shining light upon Its hungry gaze. A lesser Mage may have forgotten her skill and her training but Bethany never would—she cast a spell that left the world around her quaking.

Thick sheets of ice covered the trees and froze the ground before her. The demon who once taunted her fell silent, it’s body cold and frozen in time.

And for a moment there was peace; the darkness broke and the trees fell open, falling back into a beautiful clearing.

And so she sighed a ragged breath of relief.

“Ah, you think you’ve bested me?” The Voice spoke again. “Are there no bounds to your foolishness, girl?”

“You know it really isn’t polite to hide while talking.” She spoke in a voice that reminded her of her sister, an odd mix of humor and bravery.

“You believe you’ve won, that you’ve beaten your fear— that you are stronger for it. What do you plan to do when this has ended? Do you not feel the Templar blade upon your neck? They will kill you.” Before her eyes, something flashed—a large and monstrous beast much worse than the demon before. But it vanished in an instant, replaced instead by the image of her sister, it’s voice kind and soothing. “You’ve been so brave, Bethany. But you can’t do it alone. Let me fight for you.”

It took a step forward, placing Its armored hand upon her shoulder with a charming beam. She smelt like cake and honey.

Bethany looked at Its hand, the warm weight of it so familiar—comforting. She was safest in her sister’s company—she had nothing to fear.

But that wasn’t what she wanted.

“You don’t get it,” Bethany spoke after a moment, her shock waning. “This isn’t about me. It was—it was never about me. It was for her.” Her family deserved a life of freedom—unchained from lies and secrecy, unchained from her.

She brushed the demon’s hand away and took a step backward, unafraid.

The wisps twirled and danced around her as though to respond to her feelings.

“Her love for you will be her undoing.” It told her. “How many lives has her love taken? How much has her love destroyed? What else will she sacrifice for you?”

Bethany had no answer. She could feel the demon’s tendrils around her, spinning a web to catch its feast.

“I can lend you my strength. She will then have no reason to lay down her life like your Brother. She will not die like your Father. All that you’ve done will not be for nothing.” Its eyes were wide, gleaming. “You know I speak the truth.” The demon wasn’t lying (demons rarely do.)

But she held strong to her convictions, ignoring the hunger that swelled inside her belly, ignoring her need for that familiar safety.

“I will not give myself over to a demon.” She stepped back, pulling herself away.

“Bethany.” It frowned, (though in that form it seemed more of a pout than anything.) Because for all it’s talk, it had no greater power than any other demon of the Fade; a possession could not be forced upon the unwilling.

“The truth is not the truth forever. Things can change—” She had to believe that, it was the reason she left in the first place.“—I don’t need your power. I don’t need you to fight for me.”

“Then you will return to nothing!” Giving up all pretense, Its voice shifted back ( though it kept her sister’s body.) “Keep your wits about you girl, I can feel your fears growing.” The demon turned it’s back to retreat.

When it disappeared, a warm green light took its place.

Bethany squinted against the brightness and, for a moment, thought she may have made it out to safety.

And while she did wake in a bed with the hot rays of the afternoon sun blazing across her cheeks, Bethany remembered where she was—The Circle—and remembered she was never truly safe.

“First Enchanter Orsino wants to see you, Bethany.” Senior Enchanter Albree smiled at her from beside the bed. “You’ve passed your Harrowing. You’re now a full-fledged Mage!”

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gimmetheheadcanons · 7 years

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Waking up in Vegas (4)

A/N: There is one more part left (written from Iris’s perspective). I know I suck but I had my reasons and I now know I can’t apologize for that (anyone wants to know what those are can read here). This is for those of you still around and wanting to know how the story ends because I do owe you guys an ending.

read the previous parts 1 2 and 3

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4. An invalid divorce petition

Barry Allen had it all planned out. He purchased his ticket, got himself to the airport and did the usual unpleasant back and forth with the grim TSA folk. He came well prepared in his best – no cleanest shirt – a dark blue one Cisco swore wouldn’t display any sweaty pit stains should Barry’s cowardice rear its ugly head once more. Yet despite his nerves, Barry felt strangely in control.

“Hey guess what? I’m a grown married man who no longer needs to hold his breath or close his eyes every time the plane hits the runway! Up top buddy!” Barry let out a jubilant laugh, elbowing his neighbor to join him in a celebratory high five.

“You sure are son. Good for you.” The man replied instead giving Barry what could only be described as a pity pat on the back out of pure confusion and awkwardness. It didn’t take Barry long to realize he was publicly embarrassing himself on a plane full of strangers. And again, none of that mattered for nothing could go wrong today.

The alignment of stars had very little to do with Barry’s confidence, instead it was his preparedness that pulled him through these last, few, vexing hours. Barry kept his talisman close, stuffed into his back packet and in the form of a scrunched-up piece of paper. Written onto it were spell-checked, rehearsed but nonetheless completely romantic words to undoubtedly sweep Iris off her feet. Deeply sincere words from the heart such as ‘destiny’ ‘soulmate’ and the classic ones like ‘you complete me’.

She’ll know how I feel and of course feel the same way, Barry thought and armed with a hopeful smile and an infinite amount of optimism he continued on his journey.

Everything’s going to be okay.

After all, as the paper says Barry, you’re just a boy, standing in front of girl, asking her to him.

But then he got to her dorm room, her door opened and not a thing in this universe could’ve prepared Barry for the brown eyes staring back at him. Eyes just as striking and scared as they were on that fated morning after. Without managing to mutter even a casual hello first, the hopeful smile he’d been wearing all day slipped off his face in a cowardly fashion akin to the way Barry slipped out of that small bed in Vegas. It was a memory branded onto the back of his skull, a memory he was being forced to finally confront now, here and on Iris’s doorstep.

No amount of romance or Cisco’s swanky aftershave left to mask the stench of shame now Allen.

You have no business being here.

There was a corner waiting for him back at M.I.T and just like the one back in Vegas, it beckoned Barry to come home and sit in it like the gutless fool he was. His mind, in full panic mode, was already there and right now it was just Barry’s stubborn body that refused to catch up and pathetically slink after it.

Except he couldn’t leave and he didn’t need that physics degree to understand why.

It was her.

Iris.

Standing right in front him.

The fear in her eyes unable to dampen that beacon she always seemed to emit to Barry. Her intense presence calling out to him, a blinding light in a vastly dark world, that would break for none. And once in her orbit, nothing in this universe could make Barry Allen change trajectory.

By the grace of some force greater than he could even imagine, Iris West – hesitantly – moved aside to let him in and with his head no longer hanging in defeat, Barry entered her modest dorm room.

Once inside the room, Barry tried his best not to get distracted by how clean it was.

Not a stray sock or family photo in sight.

Spotless. Almost clinical and wholly devoid of anything personal. Stark white walls, completely bare apart from a notice board covered in perfectly ordered yellow and pink post-its; the small desk in front of him uncluttered by books or papers, her study items stacked away on shelves or in drawers, and all of it shutting him out.

Barry turned back to face Iris and away from the strangely unsettling Spartan existence that couldn’t possibly have belonged to the girl in front of him, wearing a casual above-the-knee red summer dress covered in yellow and white flowers. Her body splashed with the warm colors of a Van Gogh painting begging to be hugged.

Barry knew that girl. The girl with wavy brown hair bouncing casually off her shoulders as she moved towards him.

He loved that girl.

“You can sit down. If you like?” She whispered before pointing an uncertain finger towards the coldest bed he’d ever seen and Barry thanked her anyway. He sat and waited for her to do the same.

She joined him in taking a seat and her dress rolled up slightly, exposing an inch more of soft brown skin, instantly warming up the bed and Barry’s cheeks with it.

“H-how have you been?” Barry said awkwardly after finally managing to clear his throat.

Iris did the same before responding. “Fine.”

“Good.” He said trying to smile whilst privately wondering if his face obeyed. Whatever hideous way his features contorted, it was too late to do anything about it now and Barry had no choice but to commit to the uneasy show of teeth.

So far so good, Barry thought grimly, unable to relax now he was so close yet so far from cementing for himself a future timeline that contained Iris.

“You?” She asked him politely, her glossy rouge tinted lips running into none of Barry’s problems with smiling.

Disarmed by the perfect way her lips curved Barry paused for a second before offering her an echo of her answer to him. “Fine.”

“Good.” Iris replied in a sincere tone Barry took as the sign he’d been waiting on.

Suddenly no longer satisfied with being an awkward parrot or engaging in excruciating small talk, Barry used the kindness contained in Iris’s smile as an opportunity to push forward with his agenda.

“No actually Iris, that’s lie.” He began, on the verge of confession. “I’ve been the opposite of fine.”

Before continuing Barry slid over towards the stranger before him – his wife – moving to close the gap between them on the bed until the sides of their legs touched. “I don’t know if you heard but I’m kinda going through a divorce.”

Her face was an inch from his now and he could feel her warm breath on his face as she whispered back the words “Well that sounds shit.”

“Yeah,” Barry replied chuckling. “It kinda is.”

She could still make him laugh, bring levity to any moment. With the tension somewhat eased by her efforts, Barry found himself able to go on. Encouraged, he reached over, placing his hands on top of the smaller ones that fidgeted on her lap and tugged nervously at the cotton material of that red dress.

It was the first time they touched since they parted ways and it left Barry breathless for a moment. Did she feel it too, he wondered, the feeling of being hurdled through time and space? Did she make it through the ride? Was she there again? With him?

“It’s not fair.” He whispered as he slowly let her go, her naked skin her own once again and his left to bear the brunt of the cold AC air. A questioning frown formed on her face, her chest heaving as she drank in the air he refused her with the intensity of his kisses.

“What isn’t fair?”

“You.” He said, missing their connection, and counting the seconds until he could be inside her again. “How dare you feel this good.”

She was giggling but he was completely serious, the taste of her lips and liquor giving the term Dutch courage new meaning. “How am I supposed to get out of this and be just Barry when Mr. Iris West gets to feel this way?”

“Then don’t. Stay here, naked.” She said, her eyes glimmering and greedy. “And mine. Forever.”

Back in Iris’s room, surrounded by stillness instead of sweat drenched sheets Barry sighed mournfully.

How far away were they? How far away were they from that memory – from ‘forever’?

“This is hard.” He finally said, trying everything in his power not to break down in tears and break that steady gaze between them.

“It is.” Iris replied understanding exactly what Barry was unable to articulate out loud and staring back with eyes as watery as his.

“We had everything.” Barry began before correcting those presumptuous words. “Well I did. I had you.”

He took a breath for a moment, trying not to focus on the way her hands began to shift slightly at the key word. “And now…I’m here desperately wanting to know if that’s still the case.”

Iris did not respond instead just biting down on her bottom lip and Barry prayed it wasn’t to keep it from trembling as hard as his heart was.

“This is a lot shorter and less sweet than the partially plagiarized romantic prose I got in my back pocket.” He whispered, relying once again on the sense of humor that brought them together in the first place. “But I love you Iris.”

There was no stopping the tears now.

“And I need to know. I just need to know if – just if. That’s all.”

He was pleading with her, his voice shaking just as much as his head, warding off evil or in this case the answer any sane person would expect to hear. The plan wasn’t to show up out of the blue, then turn into a blubbering creep unable to take rejection, but that’s how it turned out and Barry was now fully committed to it – begging for his life.

How romantic.

His face was fully wet by the time Iris responded, yet Barry couldn’t move his hands to dry it.

If I let go, I lose, his gut told him and just a cruel second later Iris’s hands slowly began slipping out from under his until Barry was clinging to the air that surrounded her. She was crying and Barry wished the tears stinging at his own eyes would just go ahead and blind him.

When Iris finally spoke, her voice was much calmer than he had anticipated. “You let me get on a plane Barry.”

There it was, the crux of Barry Allen’s problem – the inability to time travel.

“I know.”

“You didn’t fight for us.” Iris continued and so did Barry’s admission of guilt.

“I should’ve.”

“You didn’t even call me. I waited. I actually waited.”

She sounded almost angry at him except Barry knew she wasn’t. He had disappointed her, it was written all over her face and it was something Barry couldn’t turn away from.

“I should’ve Iris,” he sobbed almost reaching for her hands again but thinking better of it at the last second. “I swear to you I know I should have.”

“But you didn’t Barry.”

And now you’re here, her accusing eyes told him before mercifully looking away. Her lips, however, being more accustomed to sympathetic smiles than cutting truths, refused to follow-through with such frankness.

“Please.” Barry said wordlessly, momentarily choking back his tears, his heart grateful to be spared the worst of what he thought he deserved from the wife he had abandoned.

There was no subtle way to put it.

He watched as her fingers now clenched in frustration, tugging at her dress more desperately whilst shedding those tears of hurt and humiliation yet somehow holding back the brunt of it just to spare him those feelings of betrayal. Barry cursed himself for ever making her feel undesired by him, unloved and unwanted.

Nothing could be further from the truth Iris.

“I should’ve called.” He said, not knowing what else to do but keep admitting to the unforgivable mistakes he made.

“But you didn’t.” She said under her breath before sighing and adding in a sorrowful whisper. “And neither did I.”

With one sad statement Iris West went there. It was brutal and brave and all of it for Barry’s sake.

“I just got on that plane.” She said twice as if to really take ownership of the blame. Sensing an onslaught of self-flagellation, Barry dried his tears and shook his head at the statement.

However, Iris said it a third time, and then a fourth; with her hand clasping over her mouth the final time as if she was going to be sick. Concerned, Barry watched as her bleary eyes widened at the sudden realization of what their decision had cost them.

“Oh God, how could I just do that? How?”

“No,” Barry said finally placing his arms gently around his wife, steadying her. “That wasn’t your fault Iris.”

Determined to talk her off from the edge of that cliff of self-loathing he had taken a dive off just mere moments ago, Barry decided to remind her of the huge part he played in the biggest mistake of their life.

“But I got on!” She yelled at him in response, her panicked face telling him he couldn’t shield her from the blaring truth the same way she couldn’t him. “What does that say about me or how I feel about us?”

“Nothing that is your fault!” Barry said his once shaking voice now stubborn and strong enough to clash with her reasoning. “I didn’t stop you.”

Yet it wasn’t enough for him to win the blame game, her comeback argument every bit as unflinching and as sound as his. “Yeah but I got on Barry. I did.”

“You had your reasons.” He replied mulishly trying to convince Iris that this was on him and not her by forcing her to examine and share with him what those reasons were.

The answer was simple.

“I was scared Barry.” She told him and Barry pulled her a little closer.

“I know.” He whispered against her cheek before confessing in a small voice. “I was too.”

She pulled free to face him with raised eyebrows, astounded by his words. “But you came here, wearing that.”

Barry was surprised to hear the slight admiration in her voice as she finally addressed the elephant on his ring finger, a piece of jewelry so evidently missing from her own hand. She was staring at it like it were some sort of medal. And still feeling unsettled, Barry couldn’t help but wonder if she thought it was all in vain – a Purple Heart of sorts, acknowledging the bravery of the dead and buried.

Iris continued and Barry held his breath. “The problem is –”

Please let us be more than just those memories.

“ – I still am.”

They sat for a moment, in silence, just letting the weight of their respective confessions settle in. There it was again, their old friend Uncertainty, with its unforgiving hands around their throats – just squeezing.

“It’s just a lot to consider.” Iris finally said, ending the quiet with what Barry could only interpret as a sledgehammer to his hopes. Her eyes were uncomfortably fixated on the ring and all that it meant.

Finally, unable to take it anymore

“I suppose yours is somewhere in this mess?” Barry said ironically waving at the spotless room they sat in. Sensing slight judgement in his voice, a serious frown began to form on Iris’s face.

“I was trying to clean up.” She sighed defending herself.

Barry expected his cheeks to burn with shame at the sneering way the remark must have sounded, but all he felt was exhaustion creeping into his body. He was worn out, by his journey, by this conversation and by the way his life was turning out in general. Rubbing at his neck he decided to try his hand at an apology.

“It’s okay.” He began okay but quickly found himself unable to continue in that sincere tone. “I guess I wouldn’t trust me either. Perfect stranger, here in your room, snooping through all your stuff…”

“I said I was trying to clean okay? I’m not hiding anything.” Iris snapped back unimpressed with what Barry was implying.

“Of course you’re not. This is what an average dorm looks like.” Barry replied, this time sounding every bit as bitter as he felt, gaping in shock at the perfect way Iris West decided to shut him out. What else was he supposed to think? She knew where he stood and she was happy to let him stand there. Keeping her cards close to her chest.

“You didn’t have to come here Barry.” Iris said angrily, getting up from the bed – and away from him. Her usual sympathetic nature did not spare him. What exactly did he think she owed him, Iris’s eyes insisted.

The truth.

“Actually I did Iris.” Barry retorted saying her name in a manner that felt foreign, one part resentment and one part regret, unsure how what started as a confession of love turned into an argument. He followed suit in standing, trying hard not to tower over her small form but being unable to take a step back. He never stopped being afraid of being without her.

“I needed to come here.” He said trying to start over, realizing that her vulnerability had thrown him and it was by acting out of fear and lashing out, that he would end up losing her.

“Why?” Iris demanded unable to back down, red faced and furious she continued yelling. “Because you didn’t think I was going to come for you?” Her eyes were once again watery and her voice shaking. “You think you’re the only person in love here?” She shouted, daring Barry to take back the unfair insinuation.

But unable tell him outright what she thought she just told him, Barry fired back quietly. “I don’t know, am I?”

It was cruel and cowardly and somehow the truth. Barry didn’t know the answer and it was scaring him to death.

“Well I’m not going to say it now.” Iris spat. “You’re not going to make me say it.”

Barry scoffed completely incredulous at Iris’s response. “Is that what you think I’m trying to do? Force this? Do you feel pressured somehow by ‘unwanted advances’?”

Iris responded with a sarcastic wow aimed to shame Barry for the ugliness of his words.

The situation had now devolved into an angry face off, each opponent standing in their respective corner – glaring down the other in what could only be described as a demented game of chicken. Sensing things were about to get out of hand, Barry backed down.

“Look, I’m sorry. I’m really not trying to put words in your mouth. I just want to know what’s on your mind.” Barry promised, his hands held up and angry look disarmed. “Honestly, that’s all. Your choice what you tell me, but you gotta tell me something.”

Iris hesitated for a moment before leaning her head against the wall behind her and letting out a frustrated sigh “God we’re such idiots.” She muttered

Barry took the admonishment with a small smile.

“In no way wasting that expensive college education our parents are paying for.”

It was a light-hearted quip but the mere mention of parents suddenly reignited the tension that they’d worked so hard to defuse. She spun around to face him once more and Barry had to only take one glance at the look of anguish on Iris’s face to know they would be once again at odds.

“No, no, no, Iris – no! I didn’t mean that.” Barry plead hopelessly clambering to take control of worms spilling out of the can he had unwittingly opened.

“He’d hate me! My dad would hate me. Oh God what was I thinking!” Iris shouted horrified at the prospect of facing her father. Barry ran across toward her but before he could even speak, she was shoving him out the way and trying to flee for the exit. “You need to go Barry. Thank you for coming but please go.”

She could barely look at him as she held the door open.

Barry blinked in disbelief.

This can not be how it ends.

“Iris please.” Barry whispered gently, afraid to spook her again. “You can’t just expect me to go, I love you and I want us to be toge – ”

His plea was cut off by the violent slamming of the door. Before he could react to this surprising stay of execution, Iris surprised him further by unexpectedly storming across the room. Angry sobbing and emotional, she made a clear purposeful effort not to look him in the eye and Barry stood there as still and as confused as possible as she began patting down his body.

“Where is it?” She demanded, pulling at his shirt before a moment later pulling out of his pocket the item she had been searching for. It was Barry’s phone and pressing it hard against his chest, Iris asked the question he knew was coming.

“Did you call him? Did you huh?”

“Iris –” Barry was finding it difficult to speak, unable to admit what he suspected she already knew just from the look of regret on his face. “Barry, no. No. Just no. He asked you to call him Barry!” She looked so hurt by his actions. “The man who raised you asked you to call him and you didn’t.”

Barry shrugged pathetically.

“I was going to but I needed to come here first.” It sounded every bit as disingenuous as Barry knew it was. He opted to try and change the subject. “She showed you my status didn’t she? Linda did. So you know how serious I am about us and making this work fo –“

Barry was once again interrupted by a loud sound he hadn’t expected, Iris’s ironic cackle.

“Yeah not but Call-Your-Dad-Back serious.”

The words stung and Barry couldn’t hide his hurt. There was a look of steel in Iris’s eyes, determined to remain unmoved by anything he said or did and Barry couldn’t help but wonder if this was in fact the end he had feared.

She was staring him down, silent except for quiet, enraged breaths.

“You have no plan Barry.” She whispered. “Just admit it.”

Barry throat burned as he found himself frozen and unable to respond. She gave him plenty of time before her patience ran out as Barry continued to struggle to form any words.

“Admit it!” Iris demanded, angrily pounding at Barry’s chest with his phone. Fierce eyed, frustrated and furious she refused to accept his silence. But Barry did nothing to stop her or answer her, for all of his inadequacies, deep down he knew he had no more words to offer. Not without pushing her further and further away from him.

Tired and never determined to do any real damage with her hands, Iris stopped asking, handed over Barry’s phone and let arms drop to her sides.

She let out a sigh. “Why won’t you just tell me what’s going to happen next? Huh?”

Barry smiled weakly.

“You know why.” He whispered back. A painful look spread over Iris’s face and Barry responded with one of his own. It said: Only you can do whatever it is you want to Iris.

And she did.

When Iris West leaned over to kiss him, Barry’s arms were all over her in an instance, clinging onto her for dear life. On her tiptoes, lips still latched onto his, Iris began tearing at Barry’s clothes. There was nothing gentle about their reconciliation and Barry could feel a strange mix of dissatisfaction and desire radiating from her body.

She was insisting for more.

She needed more, from him and in every sense of the word.

So instead of promises, platitudes and plans, Barry gave her a taste of all that he held pent up inside of him since the day they had parted.

In return, Iris angrily push into him. Teeth, tongue and tortured thoughts about the time they wasted arguing forcing them off balance and causing them to almost collapse under the weight of it all.

You owe me better than this, Iris’s body cried as he kissed every inch of her face and Barry knew it. He hoped to make love instead of demands and yet here they were doing both. Him, trying to move and work faster than her, as if the answers lay deep inside, between her legs and he had to get there to prove it. Her, grabbing on tightly and blocking him with her own search for the truth.

He had refused to write out the rest of their lives for them or give her the answers to questions she should be the only one answer. Still, Barry knew he needed to be with her in every way the day she finally did figure it out.

And from the way Iris moved, she needed that day to be today.

Shirtless and now completely unzipped, Barry lifted Iris’s dress off her shoulder, hoping to exposing her as she had exposed him. It was a struggle as she ushered him backwards toward the bed, her naked breasts continuing to push up against him, her hands confidently on his crotch and her mouth on his, sacrificing all air for the simple taste of his lips. Afraid to detach and to be once again all alone, Barry lifted Iris off her feet and in one sweeping motion, they fell back onto her small bed.

They dropped down together with a loud thud.

The rough landing had a sobering effect. An awkward headbutt caused Iris to flinch and Barry to pause and examine her until he was just silently sweeping away strands of wild hair that clung to a beautifully flushed face that had been kissed until wet. Once in full view, he couldn’t help but stare into those brown eyes above him for what felt like almost an eternity, a time during which their breathing slowed almost to a halt yet the pounding in their chests remaining unchanged.

Iris no longer looked confused, just curious before taking the initiative once more and resuming their kiss. It began as a slower more tender one, both of them taking their time longing to become fully reacquainted with something so perfect but had been lost to them for far too long. Barry held Iris down, pressing his naked body up against her with growing desperation, until the build up of heat had Iris’s fingers digging into his shoulders.

Finally, her thighs unclasped. There it was, Iris’s invitation, sober and certain.

And wasting not a second to respond, Barry lovingly answered.

#westallen #iris west #barry allen #the flash cw #sabby56 #fanfiction

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Dark Fire Ch. 7

His eyes burned and his ears were ringing, but Neal couldn't say he was surprised at the outcome of the little magic-science experiment they had been attempting. An explosion that had broken everything they'd been using. It wasn't like it would take a lot to fix it, just a simple wave of his hand, but honestly, he didn't want to do this again.

Neal knew what was coming, but it didn't make the sting of the slap hurt any less.

"Why didn't it work?!" came Jekyll's frantic voice.

"I warned you, Jekyll. You and Hyde both. I can't change the laws of magic. And neither can science." Neal said simply, trying to keep his composure. He'd warned this idiot countless times that even the darkest of dark magic could not change the laws that had been set up. What Emma and Hook had done had been a restoration of what was written to happen. Zelena had re-written something, but it hadn't been the past.

It had been fate. Although all things considered, it had worked out in her favor since his father would have ended up killing her had he died at the Dark One's vault, even if it meant that he was like this.

Jekyll let out a frustrated growl, stepping back. "Fine. We'll try something else then."

"Why can't you just woo her?" Neal asked with a frown. "You know, flowers, chocolates. The usual."

"You don't think I haven't tried?!" Jekyll shouted. "She rejected me! Me! After everything I did for her!"

It took all of Neal's effort not to roll his eyes in disgust, understanding why this Mary woman wouldn't want anything to do with Jekyll. "I can't imagine why. But sometimes, women see men as friends."

"No! I'll make her see that I am the superior one. Not Hyde! And then we can rule Storybrooke together!"

Neal was really questioning which one was the evil one in this situation. If it were up to him, both of them would have met their end and Mary would be free to live without fear.

With the dagger attached to Jekyll's hip, it wasn't possible for him to escape yet, but Neal knew that his father and Emma were going to stop them.

"You can't show her how superior you are if you're going around keeping me hostage and acting like a nutcase. And your partner can't either if he's going around trying to reveal personal secrets people don't want others to know," Neal said, rolling his eyes. "Why are you doing that anyway?"

"Everyone has a story they don't want to be told…" Jekyll said with a chuckle. "And it's fun to cause chaos, don't you think? That's why Hyde brought everyone here. It's fun to watch them squirm… once I make sure certain people are out of the way, I'll take over this little town. Finally, I can take revenge on the man that caused all the troubles in my life."

Neal had a sinking feeling, but he looked at the man in curiosity. "Who was that?"

Jekyll smirked, putting the dagger against Neal's cheek. "Why, your father of course. Why else would I have picked you to become the Dark One?" Jekyll was sounding hysterical now, and that worried Neal. Every time a villain got like this it never ended well for the innocents.

"Look, my father did a lot of things, but I highly doubt he had anything to do with Mary not having any romantic feelings toward you," Neal said with a frown. "Especially since magic can't interfere with love." As he had repeated more than once in the days since Jekyll and Hyde had captured him.

"That's why you need science to help balance the – " Jekyll began to say before another voice cut him off.

"Neal? Where are you?" came Anastasia's faint voice, far down one of the corridors of the mines.

He didn't think he'd ever been so happy to hear her voice.

"Ah, someone's come to find you, hm? Not yet, not yet…" Jekyll cackled, pulling the dagger away from Neal's cheek. "Send them away if they find us."

Neal growled under his breath, fingers flexing as magic flowed just beneath the skin. He wanted to scream out to Anastasia that yes, he was here, that all she needed to do was incapacitate Jekyll and he could be free of his control, but the problem was, he wasn't free just yet.

He growled under his breath at the man, itching to do something, anything to him.

"We're getting close. I can sense his magic from here…" he heard his father then, and the urge to cry out like a lost little child grew, but he was tethered to the dagger, and Jekyll wouldn't allow him to.

"You can do something about Jekyll, you know. All you'd have to do is distract him when his back is turned…" the vision of his father's darkness said with a giggle.

"When are you going to go away?!" Neal mentally groaned, looking at the vision.

"Never. I'll always be there, my dear boy. To support you in anything you do."

"This is not the support I need! You weren't there for me when I was stuck in Neverland for three hundred years!" he snapped. "I have support from my real father!"

"Dark One, I command you to get us out of here," Jekyll growled when the shadows of his attempted rescuers appeared on the far wall.

Neal sighed and waved his hand, spiriting them back to their hideout, leaving a vial of the bright red liquid they'd been working on behind.

It wasn't much, but it was a small hint to what they had been working on, and he knew the others would figure it out.

"Don't worry, Dark One. I'll make sure you're set free before my plans fully come to fruition," Jekyll said, smirking and beginning to pour over the books again.

Neal could only roll his eyes as he stared out the window at the road out of town, seeing Emma's yellow bug coming down the road, and for the first time in a day, he felt a bit of hope in his darkening heart.

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Anastasia made a mental checklist of the things she'd had to do that morning as she slipped herself into Granny's, ducking behind the main checkout desk. It was a bit of irony, really, that the two women were trapped in a small bed and breakfast room while Anastasia was in a good-sized house with the man she loved, and had a castle in Wonderland.

It gave her an immense amount of satisfaction.

"You sure you don't want to hide somewhere more comfortable, Ana? Like, in an empty room?" Ruby asked as she stood next to the crouching queen. "I mean… you do have magic after all."

"I'm fine," Ana replied. "Just tell me when they get back."

"You know, this is the last reason I thought someone would be hiding underneath this desk when I was at work," Red sighed wistfully as she leaned against the desk and looked toward the door.

Ana knew she was probably being ridiculous, hiding like a coward, but she wanted to make sure she would catch her former family off-guard.

Fidgeting, Ana could only stare at her hands. Belle's speech had been what she needed, but the thought of confronting her mother again was still making her nervous.

"Are you sure you don't want me to take care of them next week during the full moon?" Ruby asked, sensing the tension radiating off of Ana.

"No. This is something I have to do myself."

Ruby simply shrugged and turned her attention back to the lists in front of her, and it wasn't long before Ana felt a nudge from the woman's knee, a piece of paper dropping to the ground next to her as footsteps were heard, and familiar hushed whispering faded as the footsteps moved further away.

Room 320.

Smirking, Anastasia vanished in a puff of smoke to the room, hearing her sister shriek in surprise.

"Dear mother and sister. I'd wondered if you'd appeared with the other lost souls."

"Anastasia, you snake. How dare you shove us into that world?!" her mother snarled, looking every bit as stuck up and petty that Anastasia remembered. It was clear that her years in exile hadn't done anything to improve her attitude.

The insult rolled off her back. "It actually worked out quite well for me," Anastasia said with a smile and a wave of her hand, dressing in one of her regal outfits she'd worn in Wonderland, the scarlet crown resting atop her head. "Isn't this what you wanted for us, Mother? Power and wealth beyond our imaginations? Well, look at me now. And I did it all without your help."

"No way. There's no way you're a queen. If you were, why are you in this dump of a town?" Drizella scoffed with disbelief, narrowing her eyes at her.

She grinned darkly at her sister. "Magic is a fickle thing, dear Drizella. And when you're in the wrong place at the wrong time, well, sometimes you just can't escape it. Snow White's curse was just one of those things. And yes dearest. I am a queen. I am the one and only queen of Wonderland thanks to Cora's unfortunate death."

To feel the darkness she'd fought against come back up around her mother and sister was concerning, but she was ignoring the rational part of her that said to tone it down. Her mother and sister had been the reason she'd been able to produce the magic to begin with She should be grateful, but with all of the memories flooding up from the depths of her soul…

It was so incredibly tempting to just thrust her hands into their chests and pull out their hearts. All it would take was a couple of quick movements –

"So why are you here?" Drizella asked.

Her thoughts were broken by her sister's question, and she shrugged, trying to get the darkness out of her head. "I just thought I'd come to see you. It's been such a long time, you know. And of course, I wanted you to see how I've flourished in life, mother," she replied with a smile as she turned to the elder Tremaine.

"You've seen us. Now let's go back to Wonderland, so we can be a family again."

Anastasia shook her head. "I'm afraid going back isn't a simple thing, mother. The reason this town exists is because of a curse created by the darkest magic wielder in all the realms. It's not as easy as pushing you into a doorway with a key." Okay, that was sort of a lie – she could probably find the White Rabbit and have them brought back to Wonderland, but why would she want to do that?

She didn't want to live with her mother again; and if she did find a way back to Wonderland, she'd leave her mother in Storybrooke, just as she'd done when she'd shoved her mother and sister into the Land of Untold Stories. But Storybrooke didn't deserve to suffer because she left her mother and sister behind.

"So we're trapped here?" Drizella asked.

"Yes."

Her mother let out an angry growling sort of noise. "Wonderful. So how exactly is this supposed to be a second chance for us?"

She wanted to be surprised that her mother still wasn't getting it, but she wasn't. "You can start by realizing that your attitude is exactly why I pushed you into The Land of Untold Stories," Anastasia said with a casual shrug. "And that your attitude isn't going to do you any good in this world, mother. You are not queen here. You aren't even a Lady anymore. You hold no power. Get used to it."

Her mother, red-faced and seething, opened her mouth to speak before the town was rattled by a violent tremor, and without a thought, Anastasia vanished from the room.

Secretly, she was glad for the distraction. She was getting way too close to tipping over the edge into the darkness that was still in her.

"Belle! Snow! Anyone?!" she called as she landed in front of the library, blue eyes looking around wildly for some sort of answer to what had happened.

"Ana!" came David's cry as the sheriff's car screeched to a halt in front of her. "Are you okay?"

"Yes! I'm fine! Are you? What was that?" the words shot out of her mouth in a flurry as the townspeople around her tried to figure out the same thing. "Where's Snow?"

David shook his head. "I don't know, but whatever it was… it came from the mines. And Snow had to go up to the school to help calm things there."

"Isn't she supposed to be on maternity leave?"

"Apparently Mary-Margaret was good at calming people in a crisis and some of the newer students are having a hard time listening to the other teachers so Snow's going to try," David explained with a shrug.

Ana frowned and tilted her head as she scrambled over to the car and plopped herself in the passenger's seat. "Well then, let's go see what it was. Is Emma back yet?"

The siren blared as David sped off. "Not yet. She's supposed to be back relatively soon. She said her car broke down last night and they got delayed."

Gripping the door tight, Ana couldn't help but shiver slightly. "This has to be a Hyde thing, right? But it's daylight! It's too early for Hyde to be doing something like this isn't it?" she questioned.

"Those are some excellent questions that I hope we'll get the answer to," David replied with a frown. "Rumplestiltskin and Regina should be meeting us there."

"Good," Ana shivered.

The car ride was tense and quiet until David cleared his throat. "Can I ask what's up with your getup?"

Ana looked down at the crimson dress she was still wearing and gasped a little. "Oh. I had to prove a point to my mother and sister. One second." She waved her hand and changed back into the jeans and blouse she'd been wearing earlier in the day. "There we go."

"That's a much better outfit to fight crime in," David replied, the car screeching to a halt in front of the mines.

Smoke billowed out of the entrance to one of the caverns, and Ana was having a hard time figuring out if it was from the explosion or from one of her fellow magic users having arrived before them.

"Shall we go inside then?" Ana asked, looking at David with uncertain eyes. She didn't like any of this, and it was clear he didn't either.

"Yeah. Let's go."

She heard the safety of David's gun click as they slowly made their way into the mines.

"Regina, Rumplestiltskin!" she whispered when she spotted the two sorcerers, sneaking up to the two of them with David. "Have you found anything yet?"

"Nothing yet," Regina said with a sigh. "Everything okay at the school, David?"

David nodded. "Last I checked it was, but I asked Will to go there to make sure. The biggest problem they're having there is calming the younger kids down."

"Focus," Rumplestiltskin growled. "We need to find my son."

The other three exchanged a nervous glance and continued to follow the former Dark One down the corridor.

"Neal? Where are you?" Anastasia called.

"This way," Rumplestiltskin said, turning to the right when they approached a fork in the road and they followed anxiously, their footsteps quickening. "We're getting close. I can sense his magic from here…"

They stopped in a large cavern, a bright red vial of liquid the only evidence anyone had been there.

"We were too late…" Regina whispered as she picked up the vial and holding it up to the dim light of the cave. "I've never seen anything like this before, have you?"

"I'll take it and examine it," Rumplestiltskin said, snatching the vial from Regina's hand and vanishing from the cavern.

David's cell phone chimed, Anastasia sighing and looking at Regina in concern as he pulled it out.

"Emma's back with Lily," he said. "We might as well head back to town. There's nothing we can do here."

Ana nodded, taking his arm and vanishing back to the entry of the mines with him. "I'm supposed to meet Will at Granny's for lunch. Mind if I get a ride with you?"

"Not at all."

She could have easily poofed herself back to town, but having company was nice. Poofing around town reminded her too much of the darkness inside of her that she was trying to suppress, and she still felt on edge after her meeting with her mother and sister.

The ride back was filled with an awkward, sad silence. They had been so close. But that was how it always seemed to be. Just when they thought they could save Neal, it was ripped away from them again. Anastasia hadn't known the man long, but it was awful to think about, as someone who knew what the darkness could do to someone innocent, it made her sick. Not to mention, the whole being controlled thing couldn't be easy on his mind.

"We'll break the curse on Neal," David said as if sensing her thoughts. "It seems bleak now – "

"I know. This just feels like when I was in Wonderland and we were trying to beat Jafar. It seemed like it would never end. I didn't think I'd feel that helplessness again this soon, that's all," Anastasia explained as they saw Emma's familiar yellow bug on the corner by the diner. "Thank you for the ride, David. Let us know if you find something else out."

She exited the car, quickly heading into Granny's and giving Will a soft kiss before taking a seat across from him.

As she put in her order, she glanced outside and saw Snow White and Henry Mills leading Maleficent over to Emma's car.

"So that's Mal's daughter, huh? I'm surprised Regina hasn't been burned to a crisp yet," Will commented as he followed her gaze to the touching reunion between mother and daughter, and her heart shattered. "I would've killed her at this point."

"Will, you stole a mirror from her. I'm surprised she didn't kill you," Ana snapped, before frowning slightly at her own words. "Sorry."

She saw him frown and look at her. "You're thinkin' about your mum, aren't you?" he asked quietly.

"It's a little hard watching a mother and daughter reunion considering Lady Tremaine called me a snake earlier," she admitted when Will squeezed her hand gently as the Charmings made their way toward the diner.

"They ain't your family anymore. You got a new one… and we won't let Hyde and the Dark One take that away from you."

Anastasia couldn't help but smile, a bit of hope beginning to glimmer inside her.

#fanfiction #swanfire #neal cassidy #the red queen #rumplestiltskin #regina mills #david nolan #maleficent #ouat #once upon a time #dark fire

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