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yukiwrites · 4 years

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Khalid, Regreting

Thank you so much for the support as always, @xpegasusuniverse! This was so amusing to write, I hope you like it açlsdkmasd I used Kylee’s design and names for Khalid’s Mother and Father for this one!

Summary: Balthus has Claude keep the promise he had made during the war -- to bring him to Tiana so he could put his childhood crush to rest -- but what neither of them expected was for Balthus to get the hots for someone else, as well...

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Even if the internal conflict within Fódlan was resolved and the unexpected war against Those Who Slither in the Dark was won, there was still much work to be done. Byleth had agreed on taking up the position of the new leader of the Unified Fódlan so as to help open its borders to all of its neighbors, starting with the one whose help was invaluable throughout all of the turmoil for the past six years: Almyra.

Now wiser and battle worn, Claude -- or rather, Khalid -- was ready to return home and assume his royal duties as the heir to the almyran throne. Alongside his Teach, they would both help strengthen the newfound alliance between the two estranged lands.

Khalid was looking forward to a brighter future, one that he and his allies would pave with the knowledge they had gained during the war. He was also eager to return home to see his family, with whom he had to basically cut ties with during his stay in Fódlan so as to protect his own background from anyone who would want to harm him.

What he was not looking forward to, however, was to fulfilling a rather one-sided promise Balthus had made him make; one that made him cringe and retch each time he even remembered its contents.

“Man, the ride to Almyra’s longer than I thought, but finally we’ll get to the capital today!” Balthus stretched his upper body on the horse besides Khalid’s, making the prince sigh wearily. “I feel like I’m back to bein’ kid, what the heck, my hands are even sweating.”

Khalid groaned. “Please just- don’t be weird about it, alright? I’m already having waking nightmares about all of this.”

“You mean ‘dream come true’, yeah? Now that I’m gettin’ closer, I can’t help but remember how smokin’ Lady Tiana was like back in the day-”

“Grah, please keep it to yourself!” Khalid covered his face with both hands in disgust. “You’re talking about someone else’s mother.”

Balthus barked a laugh, throwing his head back with mirth. “Hah, I’m just tellin’ the truth, kiddo. I’m not tryin’ to seduce her or anything, I just want-”

“-to cleanly end your childhood crush, yes, Balthus. Believe me, I keep telling myself this lest I go insane.” Khalid narrowed his eyes to his former classmate, wanting this nightmare to end already.

Balthus, however, simply crossed his arms behind his head with a large smirk as he looked up at the clean almyran weather that welcomed them into its lands. He had that ancient crush to resolve, yes, but he also considered making a permanent residence out of Almyra -- in part because all of his debt was abandoned in Fódlan so he could start over with a clean slate; in part because playing a role in the war during the past six years and having a purpose might not be so bad, after all. He would help lower the walls which, in turn, would keep his own Mother safe, as well.

It was a win-win, basically!

With such a mindset, Balthus was welcomed into the Royal Palace of Almyra, a castle gilded with gold and built to make the most of the warm winds and plenty of sunlight. He looked around in a daze, at least to calm down his beating heart for the upcoming reunion with his childhood crush.

Once they were guided to the throne room, Khalid was the one to open the door, being welcomed by the two most important figures of Almyra: King Arash the Generous and his Warrior Queen Sharzad the Fearsome, previously known as Tiana von Riegan.

The tall, rugged woman rose from her high seat wearing the soft expression of a mother, running towards her son to enlace him into a hug. Even after five years apart, Kahlid still hadn’t grown taller than her, whose gaze was just a few inches above his.

“Khalid, my boy,” Tiana brushed her hand on Khalid’s face, her wide smile crooking one of the scars she sported on her face, making her look even softer than before. “You turned into a man while we weren’t looking.”

Smiling as he momentarily forgot the 6’6’’ baggage he had brought with him, Khalid closed his eyes to receive his mother’s nose kiss, then softly took her hands in his as he lifted his head to place a kiss on her forehead.

Arash waited for his turn to hug his son, which he did with the overwhelming force of the strongest male warrior in Almyra, robbing the air from Khalid’s lungs. “You left home a boy, but returned a King,” Arash huffed once they separated, closing his eyes to receive Khalid’s nose kiss before Khalid took his father’s hands to kiss each of them in respect.

“Peace be with you and thank you for all the help with Nader and the borders,” Khalid whispered softly over Arash’s hands, his smile the most genuine anyone in Fódlan had ever seen -- proof that he was indeed home, in a safe place. “There’s still a lot of work to do, so don’t go on giving me throne yet; I still need you to teach me.”

Both King and Queen chuckled softly at their son’s words, patting his back with familiarity of a true kin.

“We have a lot of catching up to do, but I’m guessing you’d rather introduce us to your friend first...? He’s been staring at us quite intently since a while ago.” Tiana, without taking her hand from Khalid’s shoulder, gestured with her chin towards Balthus, who was awestruck behind Claude.

“Ugh,” Khalid groaned, his head drooping. “Mother, Father, this is Balthus from House Albrecht,” he gestured to the tall man, taking a set to the side so as to make way for the royals to see him. “He helped me out before the war broke out so I promised I’d bring him with me to meet, uh…”

Tilting their heads to the side, King and Queen shared a look. “What’s wrong, Son?” Tiana asked as Arash patted Khalid’s back questioningly.

Hiding his face with one hand, Khalid took a deep breath. “Can- can everyone else go away?” He huffed in one go, looking at the myriad of servants waiting for orders at all corners of the throne room. “All of you, out, please? I want our guest to be alone with the King and Queen.” He gestured for them to leave, urging for their steps to be fast.

Now both Tiana and Arash were frowning. What was that man’s importance anyway? Besides, Tiana vaguely remembered dealing with House Albrecht in the past, but it was in a life before she accepted the name Sharzad… Which was quite a long time ago, in all honesty.

Somehow breaking away from the stunned spell he had been under, Balthus blinked as he looked from the King to the Queen with wide eyes. “I really don’t know what to say now that I’m here, apart from: you’re so much better than I ever expected.” Balthus took Tiana’s hand to place a kiss on it, bowing his bear-like physique to her level.

“What a soft-tongued gentleman.” Tiana narrowed her eyes, carefully removing her hand from Balthus’. Unbothered, the tall man moved to the King, surprisingly taking his hand to kiss as well.

“You know, it’s been a while since I was this floored ‘bout a guy, but man, you both have such a good taste in people.” He said with a large smile as he returned Arash’s hand to himself, puffing his chest with some sort of pride.

Khalid covered his face with both hands in utter regret. “Please stop talking.”

“What? After coming all the way here? No way, pal.” Balthus didn’t even turn to reply to Claude, fixing his gaze on Tiana instead. “I don’t think you remember me -- I don’t look like a kid anymore anyway -- but we met when I was a brat back at the Albrecht House.”

“Really? I do see how you’d change from being a kid to growing up to this.” Tiana sneered, somehow glancing down at Balthus despite her shorter height.

That made the large man tremble in his skin. “Oh yes, that’s exactly what made me fall for you, ma’am. I came here to tell you I’ve had a crush on you since then.”

“Excuse me?” Arash and Tiana both exclaimed at the same time, looking from Balthus to the ashamed Claude behind him.

“Please, please stop talking, I can’t take this anymore.” Khalid didn’t know which to cover -- his eyes or his ears, both of which felt like they were bleeding from shame.

“I don’t usually go for guys, but hot damn, Your Majesty.” Balthus turned his gaze to Arash, who now was turning red from rage. “You both aged like fine wi-aguh!” Balthus groaned after being hit right in the solar plexus by Tiana’s famous lightning fast arm.

“What the hell was this about?” Tiana waved her aching hand as the large man crumpled on the ground, unconscious.

“Worth it.” Balthus gave Claude a thumbs up before fainting.

He woke up a few minutes later inside the guest room he was going to occupy during his stay in Almyra -- which, if it depended on the Royal Family, would be as short as possible. Unfortunately, Claude had just told the servants who had carried Balthus there to bring water, so he was alone in there.

“Man, you never told me how much of a looker your dad was,” were the first words out of Balthus’ stupid smirk.

Flinching, Khalid covered his ears. “This was a mistake, a terrible mistake, a mistake.”

“Hey, you think they’re looking for a third ‘dance partner’? It’s been a while since I did one of those, but it’d be worth it with those two, hah!” Balthus guffawed as Khalid retched close to the door.

“My Mother went to pick up her weapon and I’m not stopping her. Pray to whatever gods you worship ‘cause she’s furious you talked to my Father like that.”

“Fuck yes? Getting’ right down to action,” Balthus jumped out of the bed, stretching his arms. “This is rekindling my old crush all over again, Claude. I might stay here for a while.”

Throwing his head back with the longest groan he had ever let out, Khalid reached for the door. “I’m serious; I’m not stopping her. Fight for your life or whatever, but don’t speak about this anymore, alright? Ugh, I should never have done this…” He grumbled before disappearing out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Excited, Balthus looked for his weapon to fight the most exciting battle for this life and old love. He might stay in Almyra for a long, looong time, if all the people were just as good-looking as their rulers.

#khalid fire emblem #claude fire emblem #balthus fire emblem #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #my writings #spoilers for verdant wind but yall know the drill already #yuki's commissions

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hopeaterart · 3 years

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I’m gonna be there Chapter 17

Do not be fooled by the fact that this is a breather chapter between two major events: there’s a lot going on here. (If someone correctly guesses who Kakyoin is talking about when he mentions someone nice working for Dio, I will make them a drawing of their choice.)

“WAKEY WAKEY, COWBOY MAN!” SPLASH!

Hol Horse woke up with a yell, his wrist restrained behind him and his ankles tied to the front legs of a chair. He slowly looked around. Miss Holly and Polnareff were there, the blond woman standing up in front of him and the frenchman leaning on a wall, a tall girl with goggles on her head standing next to him. There was also a short man standing behind Holly, a bucket in his hands.

“So, Hol Horse, is it?” The short man asked, tilting his head to the side as he came closer. “I want you to give me one good reason why I shouldn’t slit your throat here and now.”

The cowboy laughed nervously. “You’re bluffin-”

“He’s not.”

“I’m not.”

“So now that we’ve established that my husband would not hesitate to get rid of you,” Holly started, narrowing her eyes. “Maybe you’ll be willing to answer a few questions-”

“SIS! I’M BACK! AND I BROUGHT DONUTS!” A cheerful voice sounded out in the house, making Holly flinch in surprise.

“I- Alright, Joey!” Holly yelled back. “I’m busy with something right now! If Joriko needs help with her homework, can you help her?”

“Sure thing!” Holly nodded to herself, turning back toward the cow-boy.

“As I was saying, I have a few questions for you. They’re about Dio.”

““L- look, I dunno where Dio came from, or what he has against you people, aight?” Hol Horse started, brows furrowed. “All I know is that he’s payin’ me a huge amount of money to kill ya and yer son.”

“That doesn’t explain why you were working with the scumbag that killed my little sister!” Polnareff snapped.

Hol Horse looked confused for a moment, but all it took was the girl next to him cracking her knuckles to get him to spill. “I- I didn’ wanna work with him at first. I have standards, for Christ’ sake!” He momentarily snapped, Holly narrowing her eyes in suspicion.

“Then why were you working with him?”

“Because my Emperor isn’t really good on it’s own.” He started, shrugging. “But works almost perfectly in conjunction with Hanged Man. If we had both been inside, the fight would’ve gone differently, and we would already be collecting our reward.”

“Wrong: if you had won that fight, I would’ve killed the both of you with a kitchen knife upon coming back home, especially if I had found my wife dishonored.” The short man hissed.

“... Okay, who are you?”

“Kujo Sadao.”

“As in the jazz musician!?”

“I am the jazz musician.” He deadpanned. “And I’d like you to focus on the ‘married to Holly and father of Jotaro’ part.”

Holly was about to add something, when suddenly: “MOM! WE’RE BACK! ” Another voice sounded out this one much deeper, Holly sighing this time.

“I- I’m a little busy right now, Jotaro. Your uncle brought back donuts, if you’re hungry.” She yelled back.

“Can we order pizza for dinner? Noriaki-kun wants pizza.”

“I do want pizza!” Kakyoin added from the other end of the house.

“I want pizza too.” Polnareff admitted, both Sadao and the tall girl nodding.

“Alright, order pizza then!”

“Remember, no mushrooms! I can’t eat that shit.” Sadao yelled, Jotaro answering affirmatively.

“So...” Hol Horse started, gesturing with his head to the younger woman in the room. “Who are you?”

“Kujo Jojimi, Jotaro’s cousin.” She answered blankly, Hol Horse nodding.

“Alright... family’s way bigger than I thought.” He muttered under his breath. “If I had known, I would’ve asked for something bigger...”

Holly suddenly raised her head, turning toward Hol Horse. “How much is Dio paying you for our heads?”

“Uh? I... about fifty grand each. American dollars”

“What do you think of five hundred thousand to leave us alone, then? American dollars, of course.” The woman proposed, baffling the cowboy.

“Uh, Holly?” Sadao hesitantly started. “You do know that five hundred thousand dollars is roughly five million yens, right?”

“And we can pay for it.” Holly reassured him. “At worst, I’ll convince papa we need some money.”

“Lady.” Hol Horse finally spoke up. “If you give me 5 hundred thousand, I’ll help you kill the fuckin’ vampire.”

“... Well, that’s settled!” Holly cheerfully declared, clapping her hands together and turning toward Sadao. “Dear, could you untie him?”

Sadao nodded, untying the cowboy and helping him stand up. “Alright, thanks, but...” Hol Horse started awkwardly just as he rubbed his wrist. “Where am I gonna be sleepin’?”

And just like that, Sadao’s urge to run the cowboy over with his car was back.

“Alright, so...” Sadao started, visibly tired. “Jojimi and Joriko will go back to their house with Hol Horse.” He started. “They’re going to call Daisuke to stay with them to make sure he” the musician pointed at the cowboy “doesn’t try anything. As for here, Polnareff-san will stay in the living room, and Joey can stay in the first guest room. As for Kakyoin-kun, he will go back in the second guest room. Any question?”

“Yeah- how come I have to stay in the living room?” Polnareff asked, frowning. “I mean, when your nieces were living there, you set up your office to let Kakyoin have some private space. Why can’t I have that!?”

“You can leave whenever you want. I can’t.” Kakyoin told him, shrugging.

“Also, I’m pretty sure my sister considers you to be her second child at this point...” Joey muttered under his breath.

“Well, I’m not leaving anytime soon!” Polnareff declared. “The Kujos have freed me from my brainwashing and Holly helped me take revenge for Sherry! The least I can do is help them defend themselves against Dio!”

Holly smiled. “Thank you, Jean-Pierre.”

“Uh... we’re gonna go pack our things.” Jojimi told the rest of the family, who all nodded as she and Joriko started to exit the room. “Hol Horse-san? Please go wait by the door.”

“Of course, little lady.” The cowboy stated, starting to get up before having his wrist grabbed. He turned, toward the person, who turned out to be Sadao. “What?”

“I just want to make things clear.” Sadao started, raising up and dragging Hol Horse to his eye level. “If so much as a whisper of a hair out of place on either of niece’s head reaches my ears? I will fucking ruin your life, and make sure you regret ever stepping foot in Japan, and you will forever fear the name Kujo Sadao. Understood?”

“... So bein’ terrifying runs in the family, eh?”

“Yes, and I’m serious. Hurt my nieces, and I’ll do to you what I did to the rests of my agents.” Sadao bluntly told the cowboy, letting him go and then sitting back down.

“What... happened to the rest of his agents?” Hol Horse asked, turning toward Jotaro as the delinquent got up.

“Google it up, shitlord. I’m going outside for a smoke.” Jotaro told his parents as he left the room, shrugging his school coat off. He normally kept it on as log as possible for comfort, but the temperature was getting too high for him.

He groaned as he came into the backyard, the temperature somehow higher outside. Why the hell was it so hot!? They were in the middle of December! He groaned, sitting down and lighting himself a cigarette, trying to process everything that had happened in the last few weeks. He didn’t notice Kakyoin he came to sit down next to him, the redhead sighing. “God, it feels like an oven in here.”

Jotaro nodded. “Yeah.” He turned toward the sun, covering his eyes. “Is it normal for the temperature to rise when the sun looks bright?”

“The sun is supposed to be... bright...” The redhead trailed off, looking at the courtyard with a frown. Something seemed... off.

Kakyoin gasped in realization, tapping Jotaro on the shoulder. The delinquent turned toward him, frowning. “What?”

“That spot over there...” He pointed at a tree in the garden. “Is it me or are the shadows wrong?”

Jotaro squinted, before his eyes widened in realization. He groaned. “Yeah, no shit, that tree wasn’t even there before-” He picked up a rock on the ground, standing up as he did so. “I can see you, bitch!” He then threw the rock, and the very air shattered like glass.

Kakyoin sighed in relief when the sun lessened in brightness, the sudden heatwave going away with it. “Looks like the user of the Sun Stand was out and about. Oh well, third Stand user to be taken out in a day. Should take a while for others to show up, so I’m not going to complain.”

“How many?”

“... uh?”

“How many are there left? Of Dio’s henchmen.” Jotaro asked, sitting back down and looking at Kakyoin.

The redhead sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t remember seeing most of these people. I- I think he’s just hiring bounty hunters, right now. No point in sending his best underlings when we haven’t done anything to hinder him, after all.”

“Yeah, but it’s starting.” Jotaro stated with slight panic in his tone. “You... you said it yourself: the mother of the guy Polnareff killed today is really close to Dio.” He buried his face in his hands. “I... I’m scared.”

Kakyoin blinked, before gently taking one of Jotaro’s hand away from his face, the taller boy turning to look at him. “It’ll be okay. Don’t ask me how I know, it’s just- I just know, you guys make me feel safe. As for Dio’s henchmen...” The redhead seemed deep in thought for a moment “I think the rest of the Tarot might show up, and I think I remember... nine plus one. There’s ten people that work close to Dio. Maybe a few more people that are with him for the same reason Polnareff and I were. There’s also someone else who lives with him, but I’m not sure. The few times I’ve interacted with him stand out in my memory, but it’s because he’s... nice.”

“Wait. Dio attracts kind people?” Jotaro frowned in confusion. “I thought only, like, evil and fucked up people would work for him.”

Kakyoin shrugged. “I mean, something was definitely fucked up about that guy. I thought he was faking it, first time he helped me.”

“Was he?”

“Well, I ended up walking on him having sex with Dio, so take a guess.” Kakyoin deadpanned. Jotaro hummed, looking at his hand still in the redhead’s before sighing.

“What... what did Dio do to you for you to want to kill him?” The redhead froze, an expression of pure terror on his face. “You- you don’t have to tell me, it’s just-”

“I... he hurt me.” Kakyoin choked out. “He abducted me from my life, my parents, stripped me of all power over myself, made me feel powerless, used me for his own twisted amusement.” The redhead’s laughed at that, but it sounded more like sobbing. “I want him to suffer- I need him to suffer. I want to hold his less than worthless life in my hands and twist until it breaks!” He snapped.

Kakyoin then gasped, and sent an hesitant look at Jotaro, as if he was afraid of his reaction. But the taller teenager just nodded. “Yeah, that makes sense. You should be the one who gets to kill him.”

“... what?”

“I don’t want to kill anyone, mom doesn’t like violence- she doesn’t hate it either, she’s just... neutral toward it- and I’m pretty sure that if my life wasn’t in danger, dad wouldn’t give a fuck.” Jotaro explained, shrugging. “If anyone should get the satisfaction of killing that bastard it’s you, Noriaki-kun.”

Kakyoin sighed, a small smile on his lips as he put his head on Jotaro’s shoulder. “Thank you, Jotaro-kun.”

Dio took his hand off the crystal ball, the Stand that was supposed to belong to Jonathan retracting back inside of wherever Stands lived. “And there you have it. Your son was killed by Jean-Pierre Polnareff, and Holly Joestar. As for Hol Horse, he has betrayed us.”

The bloody old woman growled. “How dare they... my perfect son... and with dirty tricks like that... I must avenge him!” She snapped. Dio raised a consterned eyebrow.

“You want to go after the Joestar now? After they took out every member of the Tarot order you sent after them?” Well, almost all of them. Gray Fly got taken out before he could make it to Japan in a plane crash, ironically enough.

“It doesn’t matter! I, Enya, SHALL KILL THEM ALL!” The old woman exclaimed as she ran off, the vampire calculating her chances in his head. She might have easily been able to take them down before, but now? As it now was, Enya stood no chance. Dio sighed. What a shame, she had been quite useful to him...

“Lord Dio?” The blond vampire turned toward the voice, smiling as Jude came into view, wrapped in a blanket. The purple-haired boy was good with technology (those times were so advanced, technologically speaking, that Dio had to admit to himself there was no way he could catch up alone), had info on a... infuriating organization that seemed to be after him, and was a good lay.

“Come here, dollface.” The slender man approached Dio, settling down next to him and cuddling up at his arm, the vampire carding his claws through the choppy hair. “I need you to call one of my bounty hunters...”

“You’re still watching them?”

“Well, someone has to keep an eye on them, and since Joseph is kept out of that particular loop...”

“... Okay? Say, Viola? Wouldn’t it be easier to just... help them in person, instead of spying on them?”

“I know, Ros. I just... it’s been so long, I don’t know if I can. I suppose I could get Hills or Nicole to go check on them in person, since they’re already in the country...”

“Aren’t they busy tracking down the Arrow that bloodsucking joto hid over there?”

“Urgh, you’re right... do you have any ideas?”

“Uh... yeah: we go to the Kujo house, you drop me there, you give them a lie, and promptly fuck off while I help them fend off bicho’s bounty hunters. Thoughts?”

“No. Out of everyone, you’re the one I want to put in danger the least-”

Riing~ Riing~ Rii-

“Yes hello?”

“... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...”

“Really? Which one?”

“... ...”

“... Oh. I see. Thank you.” click. “It seems there’s been a change of plan, and you’re coming with me.”

“Wait- we’re actually going to help-”

“Yes. Start packing your baggage, Rosaura: we’re going to Japan!”

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wp100 · 4 years

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i know nothing about lor’themar and thalyssra, but im happy for those who are happy they’re canon <3

#they seem like such a cute couple #blizz... THIS is how u do couples #also the lady bein taller than her man? HELL YES

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thelastspeecher · 5 years

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Mearl McGucket kills a politician/hero/someone by their def as Bad that's been making things difficult on Sally and she hadn't had time to take care of herself yet, and makes her favorite flowers grow in a heart shaped patch around the body for Valentine's day. Or just the villain guck parents doing something criminal and cute for their date on Valentine's day.

...I did something a bit different, hope you don’t mind, Anon. Technically they’re doing criminal stuff, and it happens on Valentine’s Day, but I ended up turning this into when Ma and Pa Guck meet in this AU. If they sound rather green or inexperienced, that’s because they are. This happens when they’re still a bit new to the whole villain gig.

Sallyflew through the open window on the second floor. She landed softly, a move that had alwaysgranted she was completely silent. Butnot tonight. There was a small crunchunderneath her foot.

Dammit. Sally crouched down to inspect what she had landed on. She picked it up with a frown. A seed? As she looked around, she could see otherseeds scattered across the floor. Shestood. I know that this is a farm-heavy district, but fer a building housin’the offices of politicians, they should at least try to keep it clean. She summoned a small, quiet breeze to allowher to hover an inch or so above the seed-covered floor. She flew silently down the hall, looking atthe placards placed by the doors. Come on, come on. Where’s his office? She turned a corner and could see a sliver oflight in the otherwise darkened hallway, leaking from underneath a closeddoor. Bingo. Sally made her way tothe door. Just as she was about to reachfor the handle, she heard someone speak.

“Now, Mr.Turner, ya should’ve figured you’d tick off farmin’ folk with this here bill,”a male voice drawled from behind the closed door. The voice was languid and warm, likemolasses, but an undertone of venom cut through the words. “Yer new ‘round here, so maybe ya haven’theard that folks what tick off farmers tend to go…missin’.”

Shit! Someone’s here already! Panicking, Sally slammed the door with her shoulder, putting all herweight behind it. The door didn’t budge.

“Sorry towhoever’s out there, but yer goin’ to have to wait yer turn to speak with thesenator,” the voice called cheerfully.

No! This is my score! Sallyslammed into the door again. Somethingtickled her left foot. She lookeddown. A few plant tendrils wereslithering underneath the door. Plants? How the hell am I s’pposed to get rid of plants? Sally took a deep breath. Calmdown. Just think. These plants are clearly bein’ forced to growup here. It’s not a hospitableenvironment, but whoever’s doin’ this has enough power to counteract that. She pressed her ear against the door. Thevoice from before had resumed speaking with the senator.

“Carlisle– can I call ya Carlisle?” There was abeat. “Look, Carlisle, yer cityfolk. Ya can’t possibly understand whatthe folks ‘round here need.”

He’s distracted. All ya have to do is tip the scales in yerfavor. Make the environment just badenough that the plants die off ‘fore he realizes. Sally shook her fingers out, loosening hermuscles. You’ve only done this successfully once, and under lil to nopressure. But you can do this. She closed her eyes and began to summon thecarbon dioxide from the senator’s room. Molecules of nitrogen, argon, helium, and other trace gases filtered into replace the carbon dioxide being lost, keeping the pressure the same. Whoever was on the other side of the doorcontinued to talk, not noticing that the plants were slowly suffocating. Sally looked down again. The plant tendrils were gone. She pressed her hand against the door,testing the doorknob. It opened. A grin spread across her face. Niceone, Sally. She slammed the dooropen.

“Backaway from the senator,” she snarled. Theman currently standing before the senator spun around. Sally felt a slight flush spread across herface.

Oh, no. He’s cute. The man had darkhair and a large nose that took up the majority of his face. His clothes were worn and dirt-stained, likehe had just come from the fields. Heseemed soft, warm like his voice. Atleast, he would be if he wasn’t currently glaring at her.

“Great, asuperhero!” the man said, throwing his hands into the air. Sally let out a derisive laugh.

“Superhero? Yeah, right.” She strode over to the man. “I’ma villain, mister. Got it?”

“Well,I’m the only active villain ‘round these parts.”

“I camehere to settle a score with Senator Turner.”

“Toolate, lady. I got here first,” the mansnarled. Sally glowered.

He’s taller than me. She hovered a couple inches higher. Better.

“Don’tcare,” she snapped. “He’s my score. Not some two-bit hick’s!”

“Two-bit-! I’ll have ya know, my name’s Hemlock. And I don’t take kindly to city slickerscomin’ in here, haranguin’ me, and insultin’ me!”

“Don’tcare,” Sally repeated. She shovedHemlock to the side and floated over to the senator, who was tied to a chairwith vines. She lowered her face untilher mouth was right next to his ear. “Howdy, Carly,” she whispered. Carlisle’s face went deathly white. “Still think I don’t have what it takes?”

“P-please,just- just- you can do anything, just don’t hurt me,” Carlisle stammered. Something wrapped around Sally’s torso andpulled her back, then dropped her onto the floor.

“I toldya, he’s mine!” Hemlock said. Sally gotto her feet.

“No, heain’t. Under no circumstances will yaget to make him disappear, okay? I’ve beendreamin’ ‘bout doin’ this fer years!” Sally said firmly. Hemlock rolled his eyes.

“What,did he take yer dollies from ya or somethin’?”

“Did helet the cows out of yer barn or somethin’?” Sally retorted.

“No, heupped the taxes on all farm-related goods, and proposed legislation that wouldmake it impossible fer farmers to sell to stores.” Hemlock glared at Carlisle. “He’s tryin’ to destroy the livelihoods ofpeople. That’s somethin’ he deserves todisappear for.”

“And justwho do ya have in line to replace him?” Sally asked, crossing her arms.

“I ain’ttellin’ ya.”

“Hmph.” Sally waved her hand. A gust of wind picked Hemlock up and slammedhim into the wall, then held him there. “I don’t think I’ll let ya down ‘til ya do.”

“Park,”Hemlock spat. Sally looked over,surprised.

“LuciusPark?”

“That’sthe one.”

“Huh. Would’ve thought a hillbilly like yourselfwouldn’t want some big city fat cat runnin’ his district.”

“Park’sgood people. Not like Senator Turner.”

“Couldn’tagree more,” Sally said. Another gust ofwind picked up, opening a window. Shegrabbed the back of Carlisle’s chair and began to drag him over to the openedwindow.

“No!”Carlisle shouted desperately. “No! Please, sis, I’ll- I’ll-”

“Eat yerwords?” Sally asked. “No. You’ll eat pavement.” She let go of the wind holding upHemlock. Hemlock promptly fell to thefloor. Sally lifted Carlisle’s chair andset it on the windowsill. “Bye,brother.” She pushed the chair. Carlisle fell towards the ground,screaming. She turned. Hemlock was staring at her, his eyes wide.

“Ya- yajust-”

“No, Ididn’t kill him,” Sally said dismissively. “Just scared him a bit. Nothin’less than he deserves.” She looked backtowards the open window. “He’s currentlybein’ carried to the folks what hired me fer this job. They’ll handle it from there. But they didn’t have a plan in place fer whothey’d replace him with, so I’m glad you do.”

“Yeah. Park’s villain-friendly,” Hemlock said,standing up and brushing himself off.

“I know.”

“So,what’s yer name then, scary lady?” he asked. Sally held out her hand for him to shake. He shook her hand.

“Sirocco.”

“Sirocco. Pretty.”

“Thanks.”

“Yawouldn’t’ve happened to know him, would ya? He did call ya ‘sis’.”

“Hmm. Must’ve been a slip of the tongue,” Sallysaid dismissively. Hemlock nodded. He stuffed his hands into his pockets.

“So,Sirocco. How come I haven’t seen ya‘round here ‘fore?”

“I mostlyoperate out of New York.”

“Wow. A big city villain got a job takin’ care ofan Arkansas state senator? This had tohave been personal.”

“And ifit was?”

“No skinoff my nose.”

“Ratherimpressive, given how large it is,” Sally said. Hemlock’s eyes widened. He letout a snort of laughter. “…That didn’tinsult ya?”

“Nah. I’ve heard everything ‘bout my honker.” Hemlock grinned suddenly. “Say, Sirocco, how’s ‘bout a date?”

“A-pardon?” Sally asked, taken aback. Hemlock’s grin grew broader.

“A date. Since yer kidnappin’ senators on Valentine’sDay, I figure ya don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Y- you’dbe right.”

“Howabout it, then?” Hemlock shook hissleeve. A seed fell onto the floor. It promptly sprouted and bloomed, revealingit to be a rose. Hemlock picked it andheld it out. “I know it’s a bit bold ofme, but…”

“I likebold,” Sally replied, taking the rose from him.

Is this stupid? Mom and Dad would be fit to fry if ya datedsome farm villain. Hemlock’s grayeyes twinkled with excitement. Ya just threw yer older brother out thewindow. Ya can’t care what Mom ‘n Dadthink anymore. Sally shook her head,trying to hide a smile.

“Allright, Hemlock. It’s a date.”

“Wait,really?” Hemlock seemed legitimately surprised.

“…Yes?”

“Oh.” Hemlock blinked. “Oof. I weren’t expectin’ ya to say yes.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Now I’ve got to figure out where the date ‘ll be.”

“There’sa nice Italian place in Little Rock that’s also a front fer a villainy operation,”Sally suggested. “Villains there get a20% discount on their meals.”

“Oh! Sal’s. Yeah.” Hemlock’s grin was back,but a bit hesitant. “I’ll see ya atSal’s tomorrow night, at 6:30.”

“Soundsgood.” Sally walked over to thewindow. “Think ya can find somethin’ towear that doesn’t have dirt on it, farm boy?”

“I’llwear somethin’ nice,” Hemlock said. “Butyou have to, too.” Sally grinned.

“You gotit.” She dove out of the window. Winds picked up, prepared to carry herhome. “I’ll see ya tomorrow,Hemlock.” Hemlock rushed over to thewindow.

“It’sMearl, actually,” he said. Sally smiled.

“Myname’s Sally.”

“Prettyname fer a pretty lady.” Sally winked athim.

“Justwait until ya see me in a dress.” Withthat, she flew away.

#why yes Sally does take a job that involves kidnapping her older brother #bc he said she didn't have what it takes to be a villain #Sally's fairly passive re: her estranged family in most AUs #but not in this AU. she's a villain. she doesn't do passive #Ma McGucket #Pa McGucket #Superhero/villain AU #my writing #ficlet #ask #Anonymous

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Petrichor Chapter 7: All In An Evening

"Oi Dervish, the hell Bev and Grissy went?" Oracle comes up to Dervish putting her head on the much taller woman's shoulder. Adjusting her white faux-fur boa she scans the room and her eyes perked up as she landed on Roman walking up to Dean talking to him. Clutching to Dervish's shoulder she looks up and starts to speak. "Hey-"

Dervish looked at the men her pale blue eyes locked on them, she straightened her sky blue hair her smooth Persian accent mirroring the beauty of their surroundings. "Rollins is not there with them. We move in to approach them, Beverley's absence is accounted for Eileen called upon her, but Griselda is gone and I am concerned that Rollins got in contact with her again." Looking down at her shorter counterpart she whispered."Let's introduce ourselves shall we."

Dervish glides through crowd her blush gown sways as her lengthy legs make her leagues ahead of Oracle whose shorter legs scampered to catch up the resistance of her vinyl dress hinders her more. Dervish slows and comes to a halt and began to introduce herself. "Hello I hope you enjoying yourselves, I am Xandria Avery." She looks over her shoulder as Oracle finally meets up with the three human pillars before her, quietly catching her breath Dervish took the initiative. "And this is Christie Warren, she is modelling as well as doing DJ work. You two look quite new to the scene, so introducing ourselves seemed appropriate.

Roman initially taken aback by Dervish's presence she stood to toe and eye to eye with him. A tall strong woman certainly not phased and Roman can't read her, which is highly concerning meaning she is another mystery in the looming uncertainty the future brings. He stares at the shorter woman too she waved when seeing Roman analyzing her, then turning her attention to Dean. "I am Reigns and this is Jon Moxley, nice to meet you."

"For some newbies ya' clean up quite nice." Oracle finally having enough breath to speak, her posture now proper actually standing like a model should. "So ya'll's like tech dudes, investors? Guys like you don't come here just to be seen or look at the looks like most people who come." This especially directed at Dean she tucked some loose hair behind her ears and put her hands in her hips with the crinkle of her vinyl dress not too far behind."Well hmm."

Dean saunters a bit to close the the gap in the group. "Well we are in finance actually lil' missy and we are actually here to enjoy the fashions even though some are a bit, ahem, avant garde." Looking her up and down confused pointing. "You're wearing a plastic dress and a fishnet top underneath. Ain't you hot it's breezy outside but nowhere near cold at all."

"I'm just fine actually Jon also this is a 100% recycle and biodegradable pinafore dress from Atelier Monsoon, and I'm wearing a bodysuit underneath not a top." She gets a bit more cocky. "If ya'll're going to hang 'ere ya gonna learn about style types and designers. Ya'll got looks a lot of them but you gotta have the knowledge so you won't get clowned out 'ere." Oracle got in Dean's face grabbed his tie and adjusted it. "Was ya' lookin' like this all night. Bein' cute distracts most people doesn't it eh?"

Dervish looks Roman straight in the eye softly smiling. "Yes, it certainly does." Then putting her hand on Oracle's shoulder pulling her away from Dean. "But such distractions lead can lead to calamity." She hears a familiar pair of steps coming close and looks over her shoulder. "Ah you looks so good my babies!"

Thierry and Gossamer come behind the two women, hugging them and patting them on the back Dean rolls his eyes and curses under his breath. Roman braces himself to hold back any fighting parties. "Hey y'all sweethearts miss me?" a hoarse, raspy voice inquired. All six people turn around do see a heavily tattooed dark skin woman with highlighter hair in a crop top and shorts holding out her arms. Gossamer and Oracle run to her hugging her. "Aye aye aye don't fucking squeeze so hard eh! Yul! 'Dria get over here and hug me, don't treat your sis like a customer!" The aforementioned duo went to hug her aiding the formation a intense huddle. They speak among themselves catching up and flagging a waiter for drinks.

The hugging commenced, Dean and Roman processing being abandoned by their two rivals and two admirers. "Dean well looks like Miss Warren has a crush on you and she is friends with the guy that wants to kick your ass,nice going playboy."

Dean cuts his eye at Roman, waving his finger in his face. "You can't say shit about me when you had a woman stare you in the eye like she was going to make you her's. That's way more that what Warren was doing, are you telling me you could not feel the sexual tension at all?"

"Avery was not doing any of that"Dean was floored and threw is arms up."Honestly I couldn't get a read on her so I don't really know what the fuck she was doing."

"She was undressing you with her eyes that's what the fuck she was doing, and if you couldn't see that she might've done outmatched you in the mindfuckery department." Dean shrugged

Roman took a sip of his drink."Dean shut it and stay alert they Avery is coming back over."

"My apologizes for just leaving so suddenly. I am going to be hanging out with my friends so good night to you both." She sticks her hand in her small purse and hand Roman a card. "This is for you, a parting gift. Well enjoy your first fashion week you two hope to see you again." She turns around and goes back the oddly unique group of people who later leaves the building

"As I said before she wants you." Dean snatches the card from Roman. "Well her room number is 1240. 'Hopefully this will allow me to see you soon', well can you analyze and decipher what the hell this mean smartypants?"

Dean's sneering finally breaks Roman. "Fine Dean I guess you're right. Give me back the damn card."

Dean taunts Roman with the card. "You're going to see Avery? You should."

The card returned to Roman and he looked at it. "Fine I will see her, but I am keeping my guard up we are still working you know."

"Well Sheena I didn't expect you to actually be here." Dervish crosses her arms as the group goes outside.

"Well I didn't expect to be here either but Lena suggested it, sounded like boss lady needs as many hands as possible." Sheena fluffs her neon hair and takes off her glasses.

Gossamer get's in front of Sheena and examines her face closely. "Your eye, what happened?"

"Babe I know. I had to get the replacement ok, it works well it just looks fucking weird. I rather be odd eyed than half blind." Sheena relented.

"Long as you are ok, I don't care what you look like." Gossamer put his arm around Sheena's neck and began walking. "Well Oracle, did the chief tell you Thierry almost whoop your boy's ass?"

"Goss you really gonna bring that up huh?"Thierry called the cars so they can head back to the hotel."He wouldn't put his hands on me anyway he fucking know better that's not including I'll fuck him up."

"My boy?" Oracle looks confused and scratched her head "Who in the hell is my boy Goss?" Her confusion amplified.

"Dean girl Dean, that's who's your boy!" Sheena playfully hits Oracle's arm. "You up there feeling on the damn man but you can't even remember him! Sad thing he looks like your type too, I'm surprised." Sheena's laughed

"Oh him! Well he cute or whatever but I'm working." Oracle pointed at Thierry. "Are the rides anywhere near? We need to speak to Bev and Kiwi, more importantly my feet hurt and my tits are sweaty, I need to bathe."

"Well the rides are pulling up now and another thing never ever tell me about your swampy tits ok? I really don't need to know that shit." Thierry opened the car door."Well Sirens your chariot awaits." Oracle sent him several obscene gestures getting in the car.

Oracle gets in followed by Dervish who pulls the door closed."Thierry are you three coming straight to the hotel or going to take a detour?" Dervish quickly asked.

"Lena is meeting us at her brother's place, then we head on to the hotel. While I was making rounds I saw Veronique Donnadieu and Jimena Marroquin, so I think one of our people is here early."

"Angela's sister and mother? Why the hell would they be here?" Dervish became concerned. "Knowing Marroquin she maybe trying to something. Well thanks for the information it will be relayed."

"Talk to you later." Thierry gives the driver a signal to leave and the Sirens pull off from the curbside. He turns to get in a large black suv with his two friends. "So with Lena here means the Knights are back huh?"

"Well T it sure seems like it. What was you and D talking about back there?" Gossamer faces Thierry closing the door behind him, the truck taking off quickly after.

"Well I told her that Donnadieu and Marroquin are here, meaning Kallo has to be too. So we need to see if they are meeting earlier than intended." Thierry huffed.

Sheena in between the perked up at the news. "Alright that's fucking awesome!"

"What?" Gossamer was bewildered by Sheena's answer."It's not good we will have too many unknowns."

"Babe, it is great! Them coming early will give us a head start, because Saldana and Hernandez will be here in the morning." Sheena grabs the two men's hands. "So we have a head start." The ride

"What? Head start? I'm guessing Lana,Lena, and you found some info, nice." Thierry nodded off as the tiredness sets in.

Gossamer wide awake looks at her. "Ok that changes things but getting a head isn't bad but still why do we need one?"

"Aye we here you two. Thierry wakey wakey! We getting out."Sheena shakes Thierry and points out the window.The trio pull in front of an small apartment building surrounded by low lit bars, people drunk people and their more sober friends aiding them through the streets. Thierry sluggishly tumbles out the truck walking to the front of the building. Sheena jumps out followed by Gossamer.

She leads going up front stairs and taking out her phone. "Lena, baby doll we here could you buzz us up."

"Okie dokie, it's apartment 14C, shoot a text so I can let you in." The line goes dead immediately after.

Gossamer opens the door looking around, kicks aside a pair of shoes left in the hallway approaches the elevator door holding it open for Sheena and Thierry. "What floor babe?"

"Fourteenth floor doll." Sheena presses the '14' button and the elevator shoots up. "I found the info about the Carlos' and Leon's plane schedule but Lena must'e found something big if she needs us to come here."

"Hmm Lena rarely does that she just give info when she gets it. Why is this time so different?" Gossamer holds Sheena's hand. "Thierry you know Lena better than we do so what is your take on it."

Thierry looked over rubbing his eyes. "We might have more trouble heading our way, she hates giving bad news over the phone."

The couple looked at Thierry's stern, tired face devoid of any motion or emotion. A sharp 'ding' cut through the silence, elevator doors sliding open. "Ladies first Sheena." Thierry stepped aside letting her go.

The two men follow her down the hall, just shuffling stopping when Sheena pulls her phone out as she waits in front of a door. The door opens and Lena stood there in her beige snuggie, looking down both ends of the hallway waving in the trio. "Glad you three made it. Sit down please, I will get some food for you out the kitchen." Lena skips to the fridge getting jam, almond milk and butter.

Sheena gets to the kitchen reaching for the bread and peanut butter. "You wanna me to help make toast?" Lena looks up and nods happily, plugging up the little Easy Bake oven that hid in the cabinet. "So Lena how much shit is coming our way?" Putting bread in the toaster oven, grabbing a bottle of water.

"Well my brother went back to Nice, so he no longer lives here." Lena got paper plates and was applying jam and butter to the freshly made toast.

Sheena takes the plates putting them on the dinner table. "Oh the brother that wanted you to work with him?"

"Yep the very same, but I found out who he worked for." Lena grabbed more plates and toast making peanut butter & jelly sandwiches. "He works for Interpol. He wanted me there as a white hat hacker."

Thierry got up quickly going to the dinner table. "What? Interpol?"

"Yeah, and well obviously we are not really not fans of them." Lena brings the sandwiches and milk wedged in her elbow to the table. "Gossamer come over here with us!"

The well worn Ikea couch creaks as Gossamer gets up. "Alright I'm moving" Finally sitting and pulling up to the table. "So your bro works for Interpol." Grabbing a piece of toast biting into it. "I am guessing you found some shit out."

"Don't talk with your mouth full!" Sheena points at him with a glare. "So Lena is he on the right track?"

"He is. My brother basically oversees the movements of various field ops it's a tad bit technically involved but not by much. So knowing he was moving I did a remote hack and that there are four agents coming here in two days time."

Thierry swallowed his toast and grabbed more. "So the Hounds called in backup? Hmm well then, guessing Sheena was right about us having a head start. So how do we take advantage of this?"

Lena left the table went in the bedroom and brought out two heavy suitcases. The group turned and watched Lena lift up Rheinmetall MG 3. "Well we just get them before they get us! Fortune has gave us a way and we must take it."

Gossamer, Sheena, and Thierry stood up joining Lena, the four people took a deep breath beginning to chant. "Non nobis, Domine, non nobis, sed Nomini tuo da gloriam!"

*"Non nobis, Domine, non nobis, sed Nomini tuo da gloriam" translates to " Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto thy Name give glory"

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