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antebunny · 3 years

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Modern AU Jin siblings vs. Jin Guangshan (crossposted on Ao3):

Jin Zixuan leans against the side of his yellow Audi and checks his Rolex Daytona watch. Behind his car are the massive white gates of the Jin mansion, a massive complex with no less than four houses, two gardens, one lotus pond, a garage for the rest of his car collection, and a private movie theater in the basement. Normally, he would open the gates and let himself through, but tonight, Jin Zixuan has no intention of going down the lonely, two-lane road to the main house alone.

The time is 7:18. He has only twelve minutes left, and no one is here. Jin Zixuan shifts nervously in his Stuart Hughes suit (Diamond Edition) and represses the urge to check his watch again. Instead of checking it, he worries until his heart is thump-thumping in his chest and all he can feel is the bitter cold air on his bare fingers.

He’s twenty-seven years old, with a two year old son, and he’s still nervous about the coming dinner. He would be less nervous if his mother was coming, but she hasn’t been back to the Jin family home since she divorced his father almost a decade ago–long enough to see Jin Zixuan through high school–and he was not about to ask. Instead, he’d asked the rest of his family.

He’s musing on the meaning of family and obligation when the first car pulls up. It’s a white Rolls-Royce, and it carries a single passenger: Jin Zixuan’s younger brother, Jin Guangyao. His half-brother wears a crisp dark cream-colored Brioni suit, and he adjusts the small osmanthus flower tucked into the pocket when he straightens.

“No one else is here yet?” Jin Guangyao questions, like he can’t see it with his own eyes.

“Not yet,” Jin Zixuan says shortly.

His brother continues smiling despite his terse tone. Jin Guangyao has never been anything but friendly to Jin Zixuan since he came into his life several years ago, which is why Jin Zixuan is half-terrified of him. The other half of him wants to intervene everytime his father so much as looks in Jin Guangyao’s direction, and half of the time he does, so needless to say, they have a rather complicated relationship.

“I’m sure they’ll be here,” Jin Guangyao offers, still smiling sweetly.

Jin Zixuan isn’t so sure. Realistically, there’s no reason for all of them to come just to support him. The only reason Jin Zixuan is going, beyond the convention of his father’s annual dinners, is because Jin Zixuan is in fact aware of his skills in life. As of the moment, Jin Zixuan is the sole inheritor of his father’s fortune. Despite the number of half-siblings that Jin Zixuan apparently has, or perhaps because of it, he is confident that he will always be the sole inheritor. That is, unless Jin Guangshan decides to withhold the inheritance to remind Jin Zixuan that he is the only way Jin Zixuan can provide for his family. So Jin Zixuan needs the inheritance, no matter what A-Li says.

Which is why he’s standing here, on his twenty-seventh birthday, trying not to look too nervous as his brother calmly locks his car door.

“Thank you for coming, A-Yao,” Jin Zixuan finally says, forced but sincere.

Realistically Jin Guangyao knows that he can expect better treatment from his half-brother than he can with Jin Guangshan as the CEO of Jin Industries, but naively Jin Zixuan still hopes that Jin Guangyao has some room for frivolous things like brotherly affection and genuine kindness.

Jin Guangyao puts his keys in his pocket and walks around his car to the gate. He’s not a moment too soon: a silver car rolls in after Jin Guangyao’s Rolls-Royce, and parks just a little too close for comfort.

The first out of the silver car is Qin Su, from the driver’s seat. The gold trim and white hem of her floor-length evening gown trails over the edge of the car as she exits, and as she stands up Jin Zixuan realizes that she really went all-out. She’s dressed in white and gold, complete with a pink peony flower, and her hair and face indicates that she spent at least two hours getting ready. From the way she walks up to him in her white high-heels, Jin Zixuan knows that she knows that she’s stunning. If she wasn’t his daughter, Jin Guangshan would probably make a comment about it. He might anyway.

“The new style suits you, A-Su,” Jin Guangyao says politely.

“Thank you,” Qin Su says, her pretty eyes flashing. “It’s what my mother wore.”

She doesn’t specify when, but Jin Zixuan winces anyway. “I didn’t think you would come,” he says helplessly.

“And miss a chance to ruin your father’s evening?” Qin Su retorts, and smiles beatifically. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

The last sibling emerges from the copilot seat. “It’s your birthday celebration, isn’t it?” Mo Xuanyu points out.

He’s wearing ripped jeans, a tank top, and heavy black eyeliner and eyeshadow. Jin Zixuan wisely does not comment. Mo Xuanyu pulls on a black puffer jacket as he speaks, which makes him the only one with adequate protection from the chilly February temperature. He’s also the youngest here; Qin Su picked him up from his university on the way here.

“Technically,” Jin Zixuan says instead.

Mo Xuanyu shrugs and jams his hands into his pockets. “Then what are we waiting for?”

Jin Zixuan checks his Rolex again, and the golden watch hands proclaim the time to be 7:24. “We’re still waiting on a few more people who said they’d show up.”

“Who?” Mo Xuanyu asks curiously, and it’s at that moment that a flaming red and black sports car comes roaring down the road, and Mo Xuanyu’s face lights up.

The door is kicked open, and Jin Zixuan’s brother-in-law flings himself out. Wei Wuxian emerges in a black Armani suit, now the tallest person in their smallest gathering, and grins.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” Mo Xuanyu squeaks, and Jin Zixuan holds back a wince. His youngest brother has the most embarrassing idol crush on Wei Wuxian, which is only embarrassing because–

“Mn.” Out of nowhere, Jin Zixuan’s brother-in-law (-in-law?) places himself in front of Wei Wuxian, straightening his white suit coat like it’s even a millimeter out of place. He glares Mo Xuanyu down, and Jin Zixuan goes from feeling embarrassed for his brother to feeling sorry for him.

“You brought him?” Jin Zixuan complains to Wei Wuxian before he can stop himself.

“Where I go, Lan Zhan goes,” Wei Wuxian retorts. They’re already holding hands. Jin Zixuan hates this.

Wei Wuxian’s husband levels his icy glare on Jin Zixuan, and suddenly Jin Zixuan is imagining that glare leveled at his father when Jin Guangshan inevitably tries to get world-renown bioengineer Wei Wuxian to work for Jin Industries again. Perhaps bringing him along isn’t such a bad idea after all.

“It’s lovely to see you,” Qin Su offers, and the glare is gone, just like that.

“But not as lovely as you are tonight,” Wei Wuxian says smoothly, and the glare is back.

Jin Zixuan pinches the bridge of his nose with two fingers and sighs. He’s so busy sighing that he almost misses the arrival of the last car, a violently purple Jaguar that for once is not racing around at nearly illegal speeds.

“You’re late,” Jin Zixuan snaps, when the driver’s door opens.

“I was helping my sister get ready, asshole,” Jiang Cheng snaps right back, slamming his door closed. He straightens the cuffs of his dark purple suit before opening the copilot door for said sister.

Jiang Yanli ducks gracefully out of the car, and Jin Zixuan’s heart immediately goes gooey in his chest. He’s afraid that his face does, as well, because Wei Wuxian makes a disgusted face at him.

She wears a layered dress of lavender and rose pink, and the skirts skim over the ground as she steps out of the car. In her arms, she carries a precious little bundle that Jin Zixuan loves with all his heart, and now he knows that his face has gone all gooey with emotions because his wife smiles at him, which really doesn’t help with the emotions.

Jin Zixuan holds out his arms, and Jiang Yanli places their tiny baby bun in his arms.

“I’ve finally got him sleeping,” Jiang Yanli says in a hushed voice, and for a moment there’s silence as everyone welcomes the newest, sleepiest, cutest little dumpling to their growing party.

Jin Ling’s little face is puckered up even in his sleep like he’s thinking hard. Jin Zixuan’s small, sweet bao of a son is dressed in a matching pair of a white jacket and snowpants, complete with a white yarn hat that’s the size of his entire head.

“It’s good to see you, A-Li,” Qin Su says finally, once the moment of silence has passed.

Jiang Yanli smiles. “You too, A-Su,” she says. “We should get the group back together one of these days.”

Jin Zixuan isn’t sure whether he’s terrified or pleased. Jiang Yanli’s friends from college are a force of nature, and given that they’ve gone on to become a rising neurosurgeon, an environmental scientist, an urban planner, and in Jiang Yanli’s case, a child psychiatrist, they’d be even more a force of nature now.

“I wanna hold him,” Wei Wuxian says in a stage whisper.

Jin Zixuan directs his best glare at him, holds his sweet little dumpling closer, and prays that his wife won’t cave to Wei Wuxian’s puppy dog eyes.

“I believe it’s time,” Jin Guangyao intervenes smoothly, swooping in before a fight can break out.

Jin Zixuan shoots him a grateful look, even though he’s mostly sure that Jin Guangyao didn’t intervene just so that he wouldn’t have to turn his darling baby son over to his brother-in-law.

“It is 7:30,” Qin Su agrees.

Mo Xuanyu cracks his fingers, grins wickedly, and then puts on a pair of black shades, just to match his black puffer jacket. “Let’s go ruin Dad’s night.”

“Can we not get him to call the cops on us?” Jin Zixuan asks, one step short of begging.

“My dad is on speed dial in case anyone needs a ride,” Qin Su says, tucking her phone into her purse.

Of course. The CEO of Qin Industries on speed dial. Though Jin Zixuan supposes that that move is fair, considering that Qin Cangye knows his daughter is going to Jin Guangshan’s house.

“I think we have enough cars,” Jin Guangyao says.

“But let’s not burn the house down?” Jin Zixuan pleads. It’s true that he asked all of them to come, but please come, I don’t want to be alone with A-Li is not the same as please, I want to pay for damages.

“No promises.” Wei Wuxian smirks.

“Nothing that can be proven,” Jiang Cheng adds. Jin Zixuan belatedly remembers that he’d invited them because he knew they would defend A-Li if his father even looked at her funny. Which he might. God, Jin Zixuan hated his family.

“What else is family for?” Wei Wuxian retorts.

Oh no. Jin Zixuan’s heart is going all gooey again, and this time it isn’t from the adorable sleepy bun in his arms. He furiously tries to force down a blush that heats his cheeks in the cold winter air.

Jiang Yanli notices, because of course she does, and she steps closer to pat his arm. “He won’t burn the house down,” she says reassuringly.

Jin Zixuan is privately still dubious, but he doesn’t argue. He turns to the grand white gates. Jin Guangyao stands on his left and half a head shorter, and Jiang Yanli stands to his right. His two other siblings and three in-laws gather behind him.

Then, with his family dressed to the nines and ready for war, Jin Zixuan unlocks the white gates and sets forth to ruin his dad’s night.

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strings-have-been-cut · 3 years

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The Ultimate Relationship Tag

See under the cut for the Hughniverse;;

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Hugh (though not in an aggressive way).

Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Neither

Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Neither

Who trashes the house? Neither

Do either of them get physical? Nope

How often do they argue/disagree? Not very often, and it usually stems out of concern for the other.

Who is the first to apologise? Data - he usually apologizes right away.

Sex:

Who is on top? Physically, Hugh, but technically Data.

Who has the strangest desires? Data, but only because he will learn about something in his research and then be curious about it.

Any kinks? Nope.

Who’s dominant in bed? Neither

Is head ever in the equation? Yea sure

If so, who is better at performing it? Data is more enthusiastic

Ever had sex in public? Nope

Who moans the most? Hugh

Who leaves the most marks? Neither

Who screams the loudest? Neither

Who is the more experienced of the two? Data, but not by choice

Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Make love, definitely

Rough or soft? s o f t

How long do they usually last? Data can last forever, actually

Is protection used? Nope

Does it ever get boring? Nope, it’s very wholesome, actually

Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? The bedroom haaa

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? Data has always wanted more children, so he will likely bring it up.

If so, how many children do your muses want/have? At least one...although he loves babies, so he'll likely ask for more.

Who is the favorite parent? Both?!

Who is the authoritative parent? Data

Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Hugh

Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Hugh

Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Both!

Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Both!

Who changes the diapers? Both

Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Data

Who spends the most time with the children? Hugh if only because Data is often working?

Who packs their lunch boxes? Data

Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Both

Who cleans up after the kids? Data

Who worries the most? Hugh

Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? Lore Neither

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? Hugh

Who is the little spoon? Hugh - although lying down is not big

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Neither

Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Hugh

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? F o r e v e r

Who gives the most kisses? Hugh

What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Talking at length about something entirely random that they're learned while the other one listens with heart eyes and asks pertinent questions.

Where is their favourite place to cuddle? The couch

Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Hugh

How often do they get time to themselves? Not as often as they should

Sleeping:

Who snores? If both do, who snores the loudest? They don’t sleep!

Do they share a bed or sleep separately? They don’t sleep!

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? They’d probably stay pretty close, but they don’t sleep!

Who talks in their sleep? Neither!

What do they wear to bed? Data does not wear pajamas, so if he isn’t in his uniform, he’s probably just naked.

Are either of your muses insomniacs? Neither one of them sleeps soooo

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Nope

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Cuddles

Who wakes up with bed hair? Neither

Who wakes up first? Neither

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? When Hugh can eat, Data will attempt to prepare everything for him

What is their favourite sleeping position? They don’t sleep!

Who hogs the sheets? They don’t sleep!

Do they set an alarm each night? If Data ever does run his dream program, he has an internal chronometer that

Can a television be found in their bedroom? There is a viewscreen

Who has nightmares? They both do, but Hugh’s are much worse.

Who has ridiculous dreams? Data...maybe also Hugh

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? They don’t sleep!

Who makes the bed? Data does all the tidying.

What time is bedtime? Whenever Hugh needs to recharge.

Any routines/rituals before bed? Doing something quiet and calming

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Hugh

Work:

Who is the busiest? Data’s job on the Enterprise is steady, but Hugh’s job is much more diplomatic and involves other people and lots of running around.

Who rakes in the highest income? Federation citizensss

Are any of your muses unemployed? Nope

Who takes the most sick days? Hugh

Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Hugh - Data is never late for anything

Who sucks up to their boss? Data

What are their jobs? Data works on the Enterprise and Hugh is a liason for the XBs, helping to rebuild their lives and help rehabilitate them. Later he is the director of the Artifact.

Who stresses the most? Hugh

Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Data loves his work on the Enterprise. Hugh’s job seems much more demanding, but it is important work, and he loves his XBs.

Are your muses financially stable? Federation citizensss

Home:

Who does the washing? Data

Who takes out the trash? Data

Who does the ironing? Data

Who does the cooking? No one lol

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Data

Who is messier? Neither

Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Neither?!

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Neither

Who forgets to flush the toilet? Neither?!

Who is the prankster around the house? Hugh - and Data does not understand it at all

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? They don’t have cars!

Who mows the lawn? If they had a lawn, probably Data

Who answers the telephone? Either

Who does the vacuuming? Data

Who does the groceries? Neither

Who takes the longest to shower? Hugh - sonic

Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Hugh

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? Federation citizensss

How many cars do they own? None

Do they own their home or do they rent? Starships?!

Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Space

Do they live in the city or in the country? Spaaaaaace

Do they enjoy their surroundings? Generally, yes?

What’s their song? TBD!

What do they do when they’re away from each other? They are often away from each other for work. They call each other and send each other messages.

Where did they first meet? On the Enterprise.

How did they first meet? The Enterprise found Hugh and healed him! Aaand then sent him back where he came from...

Who spends the most money when out shopping? Data

Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Neither

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Hugh

Any mental issues? Hugh has severe PTSD and related anxiety. Data has undiagnosed GAD.

Who’s terrified of bugs? Hugh doesn’t love them.

Who kills the spiders around the house? Hugh takes them outside.

Their favourite place? Wherever they can see the stars together.

Who pays the bills? Neither

Do they have any fears for their future? Data is always uncertain about what will happen if he remains in Starfleet and Hugh continues his diplomatic work. The distance is difficult.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Neither of them eats... But Data might set up a romantic date for them.

Who uses up all of the hot water? Neither

Who’s the tallest? Data

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Neither

Who wanders around in their underwear? Data

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Hugh...or Data. Depends on the music.

What do they tease each other about? Data does not yet understand teasing as a form of affection so...not much.

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Neither - Data is never seen out of uniform

Do they have mutual friends? Some of the Enterprise crew

Who crushed first? Hugh

Any alcohol or substance related problems? Nope

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Neither

Who swears the most? Hugh

#hugh #headcanon #iamselfmade

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obsidianfr3sk · 4 years

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The Origins (Chapter 5)

Summary: Before the Renegades put an end to the Age of Anarchy, they were six kids trying to survive day by day in a city ruled by chaos and desolation. Is there a space for hope and kindness somewhere in Gatlon City? Maybe.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25123756/chapters/62643247

Evander chapter took me a little bit longer than expected, ngl. I think this one is a little more action-y than my previous work??? Or maybe I’m just fucking allucinating lol.

Also, speaking of Evander, how do you guys pronunce his name? Because I was having Word to read this chapter out loud for me so I could recognize mistakes without having to read (?) and it pronunced it as Ee-vander, but I’ve always pronunced it as /E/vander, probably for the same reason I say “Simón” instead of “Simon” or “Hugo” instead of “Hugh”. Fellow spanish-speakers, back me up (?

BUT REALLY I NEED TO KNOW IS THERE A CANON PRONUNCIATION FOR EVANDER’S NAME???? PLS HELP

Tag list (tell me if you want in or out): @nodrianbcyes @blueraspberry-official @healing-winston-pratt @itsalittlebitchilly @callumtreadwell @plain-jane-mclain

Bring me along to the world you see

Age of Anarchy

Year 9

The night is warm and windless. He looks up and tries to beg the moon for help, but he has lost his voice. A mysterious force holds his arms and legs. The only thing he can move is his head.

The sky is full of stars, red and big as rubies.

"Vandy ..."

He looked to his right. His father's green eyes meet his. He used to say that seeing his son was like looking in the most flattering mirror. They both had red hair, the same eyes, their teeth slightly apart… they were identical. But his father didn't have freckles. His mother did.

"Are you okay?"

On the left, he sees his mother. Her blonde hair covers her face, but he can notice her painted lips and perfect liner. She has always been very protective of her makeup. It makes her feel beautiful.

Evander doesn't understand. His mom is beautiful, even without makeup.

His mom is beautiful, even when she’s dead.

" Evander ..."

An ownerless hand puts the barrel of the gun to his forehead. The metal feels hot. The stranger puts his finger on the trigger and is about to shoot when Kasumi shakes him and whispers:

"Evander, wake up."

Evander woke up screaming and with his heart racing. A layer of cold sweat covered his entire body. Tears began to flow from his eyes and instinctively, he reached for Kasumi's arms and hugged her with all the strength of his body.

"The same nightmare?"

"The same nightmare," he replied.

Kasumi stroked his red locks, while the silence in the room was interrupted by the exasperated moans of the other girls who slept there. Alix approached them with disdain and deep dark circles under her eyes.

He hated Alix. She could look through walls, had just turned seventeen last week, and believed herself to be the leader of the whole place just because she was the oldest.

"You said he wasn’t going to have nightmares anymore, Kasumi," she told her accusingly.

Kasumi shrugged. Evander stuck his tongue out at her.

Three years ago, some Jackals broke into his home during dinner, pointing guns at his parents' heads and demanding answers they didn't have. The first thing his mother did was run at him to protect him, but suddenly, the youngest of the Jackals grabbed him by the collar of his dirty shirt and tried to snatch him away.

However, Samantha Wade was not going to let anyone separate her from her son. She clung to him as if her life depended on it. Evander was too scared and deafened by all the yelling, that he didn't feel his mother's nails digging into his skin. "Don't take my son, please don't kill my baby."

After struggling for a while the boy was able to yank Evander from his mother's arms. The woman let out a brutal scream and that was enough for his father to jump on the Jackal, ready to do everything he could to rescue his son.

The tallest man broke his neck.

He gave a low, hoarse laugh. Evander would never forget it.

"We just need the girl," he explained to the younger jackal. "You take care of the child."

Evander couldn't see his father's body for more than two seconds, because the Jackal took him out to the backyard, sat him on the grass, and ordered him severely:

"Stay still. Unless you want to end up like your dad."

Those words were enough for Evander to overcome his urge to disobey.

He took out of his pocket three fireworks and a lighter.

"Today is Fourth of July, Evander Jr,” he said. "Let’s celebrate.”

Those fireworks were the only thing that lit up that starless night. However, neither their outburst nor their beauty could hide the words that the jackal whispered in his ear:

"Listen to me carefully, kid. You are going to drop to the ground and you aren't going to get up until dawn. In the morning, you'll walk five blocks to the home for child prodigies and you'll tell Bertha that Tom Freud sent you. Now, you will be surrounded by prodigies. Some may be powerful, but you must never to kneel before them. Do you understand?"

How ironic that Evander turned out to be a prodigy. Although no one had knelt before him. Yet.

Tom Freud did not wait for him to respond. As soon as the last spark disappeared, he pushed him to the ground, put his foot on his back, and shouted:

"Stay still!"

The bullet whizzed past his ear. Evander didn't scream, he just obeyed. He stayed still when Freud took his foot off his back. He stayed still when the Jackals left. And he even stayed still when the first ray of the sun illuminated his face.

When he saw the corpses on the kitchen floor, he could only ask himself what would have happened if he had not stayed still.

Every time that nightmare woke him up, he would ask Kasumi the same question. She would only tell him to look out the window.

"Your parents greet you from the stars," she assured. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Wade, hello."

Evander always responded with, “Look, your parents are there too. Hello, Mrs. Kasumi's mom, hello, Mr. Kasumi's dad. How do you say mom and dad in Japanese? "

Then, Kasumi proceeded to teach him some new words and expressions in Japanese. They both liked to put on solemn faces and start saying random phrases in Japanese when they were in public. They knew it was annoying for a lot of people, including Mom Bertha. She said Kasumi's mom used to do the same thing when they were younger when she was mad at her. Mom Bertha seemed sad after telling them this, so they decided not to do it in front of her anymore. Seeing Mom Bertha sad wasn't as fun as watching the older children get angry at them when they refused to explain what they were saying.

"You wouldn't understand," Evander told them, shaking his head with mock seriousness.

"That's right, you wouldn't understand," Kasumi agreed.

If others knew it was just random words and phrases, the game would be over, so they had to keep it a secret. Kasumi confessed that she regretted not being able to learn her parents' first language. However, she made an effort to learn how to say a very specific question.

Unfortunately, it was a question she had to make very often.

"Vandy, did you wet the bed?"

Evander hugged her tighter. Kasumi nodded and began to remove the covers. The girls immediately noticed what happened and started complaining, especially Alix. Evander sat on the corner of the bed, feeling dirty, and humiliated. They all looked at him with disgust and mockery, secreting each other.

Yeah, they didn’t like the idea of Evander sleeping in the same room as them. They said there was a room for boys and a room for girls for a reason. But Mom Bertha wouldn’t hear a word about it. Evander was going to sleep there, whether they liked it or not.

Why? Because he was a bed wetter and the boys weren’t very nice about it. Neither were the girls, but at least they didn’t start a fight with him when they realize Evander had wet the bed again.

He looked out the window. Mom Bertha was outside, talking to some men. He couldn't see their faces.

Evander had seen these men before. Sometimes when nightmares woke him up, he would listen to Mom Bertha talking to them. There were times when they yelled at each other, but there were other times when they gave her boxes filled with food and medicine. Kasumi made up the story that they were the guardians of the shadows, protecting the kingdom of the night.

"They look scary," Evander said to her when she told him the story.

"Don't worry, they won't hurt us."

But lately, Evander heard more screams and saw fewer boxes.

She dropped the wet sheets on the floor and handed him some clean underwear. Evander crawled under a blanket to change. Although he had a lot of privacy that way, Kasumi still turned her back on him so as not to make him uncomfortable.

"Kasumi, don't you listen to what we're saying?" Alix asked.

"I’m listening, Alix," she replied shyly.

“Then stop ignoring us. Evander is getting too old to sleep with the girls, he has to go with the boys. "

"But they are going to hit him again," Kasumi said.

“Well, better for him,” Alix replied. "Maybe he’ll finally learn wetting the bed is a horrible habit.”

Evander pulled the blanket off, pointed his finger at Alix, and yelled:

"You are horrible!"

Alix opened her mouth to respond and Evander threw his dirty underwear at her face. Kasumi burst out laughing along with the rest of the girls. Alix squealed as Evander started bouncing on the bed yelling "Horrible, horrible, horrible girl!" in Japanese.

He would do anything to annoy Alix and to keep Kasumi laughing.

When Alix recovered from the shock, she screamed:

"I'm going to kill you, Evander!"

A gunshot. Two gunshots.

Evander put a hand to his chest. Alix hadn't shot him.

Then who shot who?

Alix pushed Evander off the bed and leaned out the window. The shots had come from outside. Her face twisted in horror.

"Mom Bertha..."

All the other girls leaned over to look. Evander tried to push his way through them, but Kasumi quickly caught on and took him away from the scandal.

"Don't look," she whispered. "Please don't look."

"What happened?" he asked innocently. "Who’s shooting?"

"The guardians of the shadows," she replied, taking him by the shoulders, "have turned against us, Vandy."

As if she had summoned them, the guardians of the shadows knocked down the door to the girls' room pointing their guns at them. He and Kasumi hid under the bed, while the other girls screamed and raised their hands. The guardians of the shadows started holding them by their nightgowns and kicking them out into the corridor, not even giving them time to put on their shoes. The same scandal did not take long to begin in the men's room. A few more shots were heard.

And laughs. Low, hoarse laughs.

It can’t be…

The room was almost empty when a huge hand grabbed Kasumi by the wrist. Both screamed at the same time. Another hand grabbed Evander's arm and dragged them out of there.

The man was tall, muscular, and bald. A red bandanna covered his face.

Jackals.

"What are your powers!?" he yelled at Kasumi. His friend froze, staring at him with wide eyes and a sealed mouth. "What are your powers!?" he asked again.

More screaming. More demands. More questions they couldn't answer.

Evander tried to free himself from the man's grasp. All he wanted was to hug Kasumi once more. Maybe if he did it hard enough and for the right amount of time, he would be able to wake up.

The jackal growled and tossed Evander onto the bed as if ridding himself of an irritating mosquito. If he had done it harder, Evander would have been thrown out the open window.

The cold breeze gave him chills.

He looked at the window, then looked at his friend. She was still paralyzed and unable to answer the man's question. Kasumi, Evander, and the jackal were the only ones left in the room. Everyone else had gone to the common room.

He looked at the window. Then he looked at his friend.

The jackal drew his pistol and held it to Kasumi's head.

"WHAT ARE YOUR POWERS, LITTLE SLUT?!"

"She doesn’t understand you!" Evander yelled.

The jackal fell silent. Now the gun was pointed at him.

But Evander was not afraid.

"What are you talking about?"

“She doesn't speak English,” Evander explained, looking down. "That’s why she doesn't understand a single word of what you’re saying."

He looked at Kasumi curiously and threw Kasumi onto the bed, laughing. Evander hugged her.

Wake up, Vandy, wake up…

"What powers does the little slut have?" he asked Evander.

"I don't know," he replied, "she’s never used them."

"But she’s a prodigy."

"Yes, Mr. Jackal."

Another laugh. "I'm glad. If she wasn’t, I would have to kill her. And it would be a shame to kill such a pretty girl. "

Kasumi hugged him tighter. Perhaps she was also begging that it was all a dream. Or maybe she was more scared than he was.

Evander had to be brave for both of them.

"Do you want me to ask her for you?"

"Huh, now you happen to know Chinese," the jackal sneered.

"No, I know Japanese," Evander corrected.

He gave the loudest laugh of the night. Evander could perfectly visualize him breaking his dad's neck, laughing in the same way...

"Prove it."

Kasumi held his face in her hands. Her gaze seemed to scream at him: "What are you doing?" He had never seen her so confused.

He wished he could tell her what he was thinking. Kasumi, don't be afraid. Think of this as a story. You know the best stories. Let's make our way out of this. Have a little bit of imagination.

But how could one have imagination at this moment?

"I... distraction... you window... we escape."

He saw his friend's gears moving inside her head. "Water... waterfall... escape," Kasumi stammered.

"Window, waterfall, escape" Evander repeated with a nod.

Kasumi smiled at him almost imperceptibly. She had understood. Those afternoons of annoying others had helped.

"What's she saying?" the jackal interrupted.

"She says she can heal trees," Evander replied.

"And what do you do?"

"I can control light."

It wasn't entirely a lie.

"And why aren't you wearing pants?"

Evander hadn't realized he was still in his boxers.

"I- I wetted the bed.”

The jackal's laughter echoed in his head. "How old are you? Six?"

"I’m eight, Mr. Jackal.”

The jackal pointed the gun at the old closet in the corner of the room. “Put on clothes, kid. And then go downstairs with the rest. "

Evander hurried to the closet. He grabbed the first pair of pants he could find. They were green and had strange spots on the knees. But he didn't have time to think about that.

"What are you waiting, bitch? Move,” he yelled at Kasumi.

Kasumi didn’t move.

The pants were too big for him.

"I said move!" and hit her with the pistol’s grip.

Evander ran to get between the jackal and his friend. "Leave her alone!" he screamed.

The jackal raised his hand for a second blow. Both children closed their eyes, preparing for the beating they were about to receive. However, the blow did not come. Something had stopped the jackal.

Evander opened one eye. The jackal stared at him incredulously, his mouth slightly open.

He laughed. "I'm going to kill Freud..."

Then, he loaded his gun, put in on Evander's forehead, and said:

"Hello, Evander Jr. Stay still."

At that moment, Evander knew he couldn't stay still this time.

He placed both of his hands over the jackal's eyes and fired the most powerful and explosive fireworks he could. The jackal's laugh became a cry of pain so loud that all of Gatlon City could hear it.

Kasumi carried him and created a waterfall that ran down to the fence door of the building. As Kasumi slid both of them to their freedom, Evander looked up at the stars.

He didn't know what would have happened if he hadn't stayed still four years ago. But if he had obeyed this particular jackal tonight, the sky would have one star more.

He loved his parents. But he didn't want to be a star just yet.

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The Breakfast Club Chapter 8

The Royal Romance AU

Summary: sex and drugs (that pretty much sums it up). This a light hearted chapter before the fireworks of the final two.

Warning: sexual content, drugs and mentions of abuse.

Characters belong to Pixelberry and some dialogue by John Hughes.

Song inspiration:

Drake, Olivia and Maxwell are halted at the corner of a corridor, having returned from Drake's room with pot. Vernon is standing outside of the library and returning to the office directly across the hall. Even with the guard in the office, he has a direct view of the door.

As the trio scramble to come up with something quickly, Drake has an idea that may be dangerous, but, feels it's worth the risk. He motions for them to follow and leads them to the end of the hall. He opens a supply closet and inspects a large ventilation duct in the ceiling. Olivia stands there with her mouth agape, "Walker, you are fucking crazy if you think I'm getting in that". Drake begins moving a steel ladder in place, "Then share your grand plan with us Liv...I know this palace inside and out, trust me on this".

Olivia scoffs at him, "Trust you? You've been a jackass and boozing since we arrived this morning".

Olivia and Maxwell look to each for confirmation from the other that this will not end disastrously.

Drake loosens the vent cover and it swings down. He turns to face both and explains there is two more vent covers on the second tier of the library; they will open one, hop on top of the book shelf and climb down. Olivia is still hesitant and feels it is too dangerous, but, Drake and Maxwell are are going regardless. She shakes her head and lets out a heavy breath, "Whatever, let's just get this over with."

Maxwell, being the tallest, climbs in first. Olivia gives Drake a killers stare as she begins her ascent up the ladder. He follows behind her, grabs her legs and boost's her up. Drake then makes his way inside the vent.

He grabs his cell phone and turns the flashlight on, directing Maxwell to keep moving. As Maxwell leads the group, he starts to giggle to himself, "Hey guys, tell me if you've heard this one....Lady Penelope walks into a bar with a poodle in one hand and a two foot salami in the other, bartender says 'well I guess you won't be needing a drink, Lady Penelope says.....OH SHIT!!!!!!...." The ventilation flooring under Maxwell gives way and he crashes through the ceiling, landing hard on the floor below him.

Olivia immediately stops moving and looks down, with concern, through the gaping hole. She discovers Maxwell on the second floor of the library and yells down, "Maxwell, are you okay?"

Maxwell staggered on the floor for a moment, glanced over himself, then nodded, "I think so, but, remind me never to tell a joke about Penelope again".

Olivia assessed her situation, "How the hell am I supposed to get down now?

Drake remained quiet; with Olivia leaning over, he was able to see her ass cheeks hugging through her pink, lacy panties. She turned her head around and noticed his eyes widened and focused under her skirt. She kicked him in the shoulder and he jerked up, hitting his head. With the weight and sudden movements, the floor under them feel in.

Maxwell was able to move before they both crashed to the floor beside him, immediately jumping in to come to their aid.

Both were shaken up and needed a moment to just breathe, but, not seriously injured. Maxwell helped Olivia to her feet, who then bent over punching Drake several times for his inappropriate staring.

He raises his arms to protect himself, "It was an accident".

She screams back at him, "You're such an asshole.."

Drake stands, dusts himself off and limps slightly over to Maxwell, "So, Ahab...Kybo Mein Doobage..."

Maxwell reaches into his pants and pulls out the joints, still in the baggie.

Drake walks to the railing, sits down on the floor and gets his lighter out.

Maxwell looks to Olivia who keeps her focus on Drake. She's apprehensive, wanting to try it too, extremely curious, but, anxious.

Drake lights the joint, take's a hit and relaxes back into the railing. He gives her a questioning look and holds the joint out towards her, "You in, Red?".

With a determined looked, "I'm in".

Maxwell rubs his hands together excitedly, "OooHhh Yyyeeaaahhh...".

*****

Liam takes Riley's hand and begins leading her through the Palace at a quick step.

She laughs at his persistence, "Liam...where are we going? What about...Twat Muffin?".

He chortles, "I have to show you something and there's not a lot of time......also, it was Twat, Waffle".

Still holding her hand, basically pulling her along, they make their way up to the King's chambers and into Liam's bedroom.

Riley takes it all in with amazement, "Don't you think..this..is a little too soon?".

He stops at his dresser and quickly opens the top drawer, pulling out a tiny, blue velvet, ring box.

He opens it up and shows her what's inside. She looks carefully, "It's a pearl".

He has a nervous smile and his breathing becomes heavier, "Riley...". He can barely get his words together, "tomorrow, it will be announced at the ball in honor of my birthday... that I will officially be betrothed to Countess Madeleine...my father is making the agreement as we speak."

She swallows hard and her smile fades, "then...what about...our moment just now?".

He shakes his head and moves her to his bed, both sitting side by side. He takes the pearl out of the box and places it in the middle of her palm, closing her hand around it.

He grips her fisted hand and stares into her eyes, "I don't know what is going to happen tomorrow, I certainly don't want it, but, before my father returns in a few hours, I have to give you something my brother found while we were swimming in Italy last year. I have to give this to someone special and I doubt after tomorrow, I'll get that opportunity. This moment.... it's all I have."

She looks down at her hand. Her mind is racing with so many thoughts...she's with the Prince of Cordonia, he is pouring his heart out to a girl like her, it's all unreal and she never wants it to end. She looks up at him with glassy eyes and a wispy voice, "Then, let's make it special."

Liam takes her to the balcony off of his bedroom. Standing behind her with arms around her waist, he points out his mothers garden and tells her stories of his misspent youth in the maze. They dance to music that only the two of them can hear, a sweet melody that comes from their hearts. As he lifts her into his arms for a twirl, he holds her close, never wanting this new feeling to leave. Liam hasn't been this happy since his mother was alive and doubts he ever will again.

Riley wonders how a girl from the wrong side of town, is here, at this place, experiencing this moment. Two nights ago, she was living with a drunk mother and stepfather....her mother's fifth husband. She had always served as her mothers caretaker; she picked up the pieces when her mother was beaten, cooked dinner each night, cleaned the house, whatever was needed to keep her happy. Each man her mother mindlessly brought into the home was angry, wild, and good for nothing; Riley experienced her fair share of physical abuse and a mother who pretended it didn't exist. Her current stepfather, however, crossed the line and Riley had to leave. Her mother had passed out and he set his sights on her. She fought him off as he gropped and beat her; she had no choice but to run away. Riley always felt like the garbage her home life was. When Constantine called her a whore, it was a word she had been called for as long as she could remember; it never stopped hurting.

Her ruffled skirt swayed with each turn. Her long, brown hair swept with the wind and her smile lit up her entire face. To Liam, she was perfect in every way.

His lips found her neck and gently placed kisses down to her collar bone. She absorbed each one as her hands ran through his hair. Every kiss and touch they shared was slow and methodical. They memorized every single feature and sensation, holding onto what would soon be only a beautiful memory.

Liam caressed her arms and gazed at her with longing, "I've never...you know".

She kissed him softly and smiled, "I haven't either".

His head was spinning as he held her hand and led her to his bed, "are you sure?"

She nodded, "yes".

He didn't know where to start, he could only think about how much he wanted to feel her... to be one with her.

Her hands shook as she reached for the buttons on her shirt, mentally preparing herself, it being her first time too.

He watched in awe as her chest was exposed, sweat already pooling on his forehead.

He reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it off. She ran her delicate fingers over his muscled chest, as he hesitated briefly before cupping her breast.

They both were breathing heavy with anticipation and nervousness; perhaps, stalling somewhat in removing their bottoms.

Riley inhaled deeply then removed her skirt and panties, blushing as she kicked them aside. Liam ran his hands over her bare flesh, taking every portion of her in. She swore she was in a dream, his touch took her away and the ecstacy she felt sent chills throughout her body.

She sat on his bed and situated herself back to get into a comfortable spot. He watched with eyes widened, keeping his focus on her, while he removed his pants and underwear.

He moved himself on top of her, careful not to put too much weight down. He leaned in placed a small kiss her nose, "You're so beautiful".

Both of them heaving, she opened herself to him. He reached down and rubbed himself along her opening until she was wet enough.

He slowly inserted himself, only stopping when she winced. She waited a moment, adjusted herself, before allowing him to continue.

Time stood still as the two shared in the most sacred and loving act of their young lives. It was a mixture of pleasure and senses; a passion, they both elicited in the other. There was a feeling of completeness, that both had always longed for. Every single second was poetry in motion, yet, a bittersweet song.

*******

Laughter fills the air of the library as the trio sit in a circle enjoying their time. Maxwell is blowing smoke rings and eating them, "Chicks, cannot hold der smoke! That's what it is!".

An already stoned Olivia takes another hit and coughs, "Like...I'm so popular...I'm the most popular girl in all of Cordonia...like everyone loves me."

Drake watches her with amusement, "Poor baby", he says sarcastically.

Maxwell crawls over to Olivia and falls into her lap. Olivia looks down at his face and starts laughing hysterically, "Max-well, booga booga...SALAMI!!!".

Drake looks down at the joint in his hand, "phew...this is some strong shit".

For the next ten minutes, they go from breakdancing with Maxwell, gazing in admiration at the hole they caused in the ceiling, singing campfire songs with Drake and poking at the mole on the back of Maxwell's neck, swearing they see a face on it.

"Where the hell are our drinks?"

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inbarfink · 5 years

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Some Ace Attorney Canon Heights Fun Facts:

Original Trilogy Pearl Fey is the shortest AA character (1.25\4'1"), shorter than Cody Hackins - who is two years younger than her! (1.28\4'2"). Post-Timeskip she's still the shortest non-kid, at 1.40\4'6", same as Sister Bikini! She’s shorter than Ahlbi Ur'gaid, a 9-year-old who’s 1.44\4'7" (as was pointed out in Asinine Attorney).

Turnabout-Remembrance-Era Franziska and John Marsh from AAI2 were the same height. 1.49\4'10" is the Offical Height for 13 Years Old Who Bully Miles Edgeworth. It's also the height of Trucy during Apollo Justice: Ace Attoney, but she got a Growth Spurt and by SOJ she's 1.52\5'0"

Maya Fey was 1.54\5'1" during the Trilogy Era, same height as Viola Cadaverini and Ema Skye in AAI (There doesn’t seem to be an offical height for spesifically RFTA Ema for some reasom?). Make sense since Viola's like her evil counterpart and Ema was originally created to be her Science Counterpart. As of SOJ, she's 1.59\5'2", still on the short side.

Ema Skye is currently 1.61\5'3", two centimeters taller than post-timeskip Maya. These Fey Girls might just be naturally short. Dahlia and Iris are a 1.55\5'1" , the same height as Juniper Woods.

This old lady here? Bonnie Young from AAI2? She's the same height as April May: 1.57\5'2"

Phineas Filch, at 1.51\5'0, is the shortest adult man in all of AA. Nayna is 1.30\4'3" so she might count as shorter than Bikini and Pearls, but she's not... like... real... So I didn’t count her.

1.60\5'2" seems to be the 'average'-sorta height for AA Ladies.

Athena Cykes is the same height as Trilogy-Era-Franziska-von-Karma: 1.62\5'4". (I won't be suprised if Franzy gets a growth spurt when see her again.) Trilogy-Era Franziska and Maya had an eight centimeters height difference!

KAY FARADAY IS ACTUALLY A CENTIMETER TALLER THAN FRANZISKA! She's 1.63\5'3". Adrian Andrews feels insecure about her height but she's actually taller than a bunch of AA ladies, since she's the same height as Kay! So she's a centimeter taller than Franziska too!

Apollo Justice is 1.65\5'5", making him as tall as Justine Courtney and Angel Starr. Lana and Mia were the exact same height: 1.68\5'6". This also makes Mia the tallest Fey lady in the cast, and actually fairly tall in general as far as AA Canon lady heights go.

The tallest woman in AA is Constance Courte (1.81\5'11", making her taller than the vast majority of the men in the cast too!), second to her are Amara and Ga'ran, both of them are 1.72\5'7", then Aura Blackquill (1.70\5'7", and her little brother is 1.88\6'2", Blackquills are Tol) and then Cindy Stone (1.69\5'6", must be those Model Legs), making Lana, Mia and also Callisto Yew the fifth-tallest-women

Clay Terran is us tall as the Khura’inese Queens, which means he has 7 centimeters over his ol' buddy Apollo Justice. If I didn't fuck up my calculations.

Sebastian Debeste is 1.73\5'8", which I think still makes him on the 'short side' since that's shorter than Nick and I think Nick is supposed to be of average height. But that's a lot taller than Justine and Kay and it's throwing me off! Sebastian has Short Energy!

Characters who are just as tall as Phoenix Wright: Pierre Hoquet\Isaac Dover, Jack Cameron, Pees'lubn Andistan'dhin,Gregory Edgeworth, Byrne Faraday, Bruce Goodman, Akbey Hicks.

Raymond's a centimeter shorter than Gregory. Larry Butz is a centimeter taller than Nick

Larry Butz and Manfred von Karma are actually the same height. Simon Keyes, Miles Edgeworth and Redd White are the same height as well (1.78\5'10") Hugh O’Conner is 1.79\5'10"! That's actually really tall! Espacially considering all his friends are considerbly shorter! (Juniper is 1.55\ 5'1" as mentioned above, Robin is 1.58\ 5'2")

Shi-Long Lang is 1.80\5'11", two centimeters taller than Edgeworth. Klavier Gavin is the same height, which makes him FIFTEEN CENTIMETERS taller than Apollo, which makes sense considering his Talking Sprite looks like This.

Gumshoe is 1.82\6'0", which is pretty dang tall for an AA Man, he's as tall as Nahyuta Sahdmadhi, Matt Engarde and Blaise Debeste - but somehow shorter than Shelly de Killer (1.84\6'0"), Horace Knightley (1.85\6'0") and Simon Blackquill (1.88\6'2") and Mike Meekins (1.88\6'2")

Di-Jun Huang, Bobby Fulbright and Dhurke Sahdmadhi are all 1.83\6'0". Morgan Fey is 1.66\5'5" (Again, Feys are Short), but officaly 1.85\6'0" including hair - meaning that her hair is canonly 19 centimeters tall! With the hair she's as tall as Damon Gant, Furio Tigre or Godot!

Datz Are'bal is 1.86\6'1", three centimeters taller than Dhurke, and the Tallest Man in Khura'in in general. Jeffery Masters is the same height. Aristotle Means is the Tallest AA Character in general, at a TERRIFYING 1.96\6'5". It's VERY CURSED.

Why are the tallest man and woman in AA both teaching in Lawyer Highschool? I'm guessing that the crew wanted to keep the 'School' vibe in Lawyer Highschool by making all the teacher taller than their students even though they are all adults. Also to terrify us with Means

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Royai Week Day 4 One-Shot: Someone To Talk To

A few days late, but I think you guy’ll like it. I’ve got one more thing for today, so look forward to that, too!

Title: Someone To Talk To

Rating: K+

Word Count: 2,918

Ship: Royai

Theme: Touch

Summary: Normally, Riza keeps her thoughts about Ishbal to herself. But on a night where she can't sleep, she ends up turning to Roy for comfort.

BANG!!!

Through the periscope on her rifle, Riza watches her target, an Ishbalan man collapse to the ground, lifeless.

Next, she reloaded the gun, turned it slightly, and waited patiently for “the enemy” to come. When a target was in her sights she would pull the trigger and, with perfect accuracy, shoot a bullet through their head and watch them fall over dead.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

Every day was the same routine; get up, get dressed, have a quick breakfast. Then head into town, pick the tallest building you could find, and check to make sure it was secure before going to the top floor. Then check your gun, position it, and kill.

Kill. Eat. Kill. Sleep. Kill. Eat. Kill. Sleep.

A never-ending cycle, but one she’d grown used to. Get up, do your job, then have a break and don’t think too much about what you’re actually doing.

Every now and then, she’d see the fear in the eyes of Ishbalans trying to flee through her periscope. Any sympathy she felt for these men and women though, she tucked away behind a mask of indifference and shot them.

She was Major Riza Hawkeye; ace marksmen at the top of her class, sent here to aid the State in their annihilation of the enemy. Who cares what she thought?

Riza positioned her rifle, ready to shoot the next Ishbalan in her line of sight… And felt her amber eyes widen at the sight of an Ishbalan child.

He couldn’t have been more than ten or twelve years old, but he looked like he’d been fighting all his life. His cloths were torn, the gun he was holding in his hand had obvious scuff marks on it, possibly from a desperate struggle to acquire it. Or maybe it was worn out from years of use. She’d never know.

But the most striking thing about this boy had to be his face. His cheek bones were visible, which meant he’d probably had very little to eat or drink for days or even weeks. And there was barely any emotion in his eyes. Just fatigue, fatigue and a sliver of what looked like a desperate plea for survival.

Riza’s grip on her rifle tightened, knowing her mask was starting to slip. She had to kill this boy, it was what she was here to do.

She looked into her periscope again, and she saw not just tears forming in his eyes, but the dark bags underneath them, too.

She sighed…and loosened her grip on her gun. She could afford to break the rules just this once, she told herself. One less person to kill, one less sin to bear.

“There’s the brat!”

Riza looked into her periscope and saw a group of soldiers approaching the frightened child…and he was pointing the gun at them.

Her grip on her gun tightened once more, and her mask slipped again…but only for a moment.

She pointed her gun at the child, placed her finger on the trigger and pulled it.

BANG!!!

Riza awoke to a dark, unfamiliar ceiling. It took a moment, but when recollection came to her she breathed a sigh of relief. She was in Central on an errand with her boss, Colonel Mustang. They planned on spending the night in a hotel, but his friend Hughes had insisted they spend the night at his place.

Ishbal, the child, it was all a nightmare. She was resting comfortably in the guest room, safe and sound.

But just because Riza was in a safe place didn’t mean she felt safe.

She could still feel the butterflies in her stomach, the jumbled fog her brain was in as she stared up at the ceiling, replaying the image of the boy on loop in her head for what felt like hours.

She’d been having these memories turned nightmares for the last few weeks, now. Though why was anyone’s guess.

But whatever made these thoughts go away, she had to do it now.

In a few hours, she and Roy would be on a train back to East City. That meant another long day of office work, keeping her male colleagues in line, and protecting and/or babysitting the Colonel. If she wanted to perform even just one of those tasks successfully, she was going to need some sleep.

Riza turned on her side, closed her eyes and tried not to think of the boy and his dead eyes. Or his sickly cheeks. Or the gun in his hands. Or anything related to him, really.

This went on for what felt like hours to Riza. Occasionally, she would stop obsessing over the memories, which made her feel safe and at peace again.

It never lasted long.

The second she realized her thoughts had drifted away from her unpleasant past, something, like a thought about the boy, or the stench of Ishbalan corpses rotting in the streets, would take hold and the cycle would begin anew. The butterflies in her stomach would flutter wildly, and her mind raced with negative thoughts that constantly reminded her how awful she was.

Finally, Riza sighed.

She looked up at the clock on the night stand and noticed the time; it was two in the morning. Riza growled.

“Damnit!” she thought. Why was this so hard? It was a memory, buried and forgotten. She’d already made peace with it.

“No…that’s not it,” Riza realized. If that were true, this wouldn’t be bothering her as much as it was.

If she mentioned or even talked about these thoughts, than she’d have to admit to herself that she, like many of her colleagues, could not forget the massacre.

And she couldn’t have that.

When Riza came back from the war, she made an oath to herself; what happened in Ishbal stays in Ishbal. She’d seen the kind of psychological damage it’d done to her friends; some grieved in quiet, other became depressed and reclusive, some quit the military altogether, but not her. If she was to walk the path of a soldier, than she would make sure it was a fulfilling life.

And she’d been doing just that.

She had her hobbies, she had her dog, she had her friends. The war had been hard on her, but it had not broken her. She came out the other side a little bit wiser, a little more mature.

That’s why she never asked to be discharged.

She stayed to help guide and protect someone dear to her, true. But there was also a part of her that wanted, or rather, refused to believe she’d made the wrong decision with her life…it just felt like she’d be giving into defeat if she did.

And these constant flashbacks might just do her in if she wasn’t too careful.

Riza rubbed her eyes. She needed to relax, and at this hour the only thing that could help her do that was a good book and a comfy place to read.

She got up from the bed and walked over to the desk she’d placed her overnight suitcase on earlier in the day. She grabbed her white robe off the desk chair and wrapped it around herself. She picked up the latest paperback novel she was reading and made her way towards the living room, deciding she needed a change of scenery.

When Riza entered the room, she gasped. There was a man standing at the window, staring out at the full moon hanging in night sky.

It didn’t take long for her to figure out who this mystery man was. His black hair, his confident stance and broad shoulders, even the way he loosely held the glass tumblr in his hand while the other one lay tucked away in the pocket on his robe. Obviously it was her Colonel, Roy Mustang.

“Colonel?”

Roy turned around and gasped.

“Lieutenant!” he said. “What are you doing up?”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?”

She watched his posture relax as a somber expression formed on his handsome face. It didn’t last long. A few seconds later, Roy shrugged his shoulders in indifference.

“Couldn’t sleep. Didn’t wanna sit around in my room, so I figured I’d stretch my legs and have a drink.”

Roy wasn’t fooling her, though.

From the corner of her eye, she could see an open bottle with at least two thirds of alcohol left in it on the coffee table. Probably that rare bottle of vintage scotch Hughes gave him earlier tonight as a late birthday present.

Riza stared sadly at the floor.

“I see…”

Once again, he’d turned to alcohol for comfort. He hadn’t said anything, but she knew. There was always a melancholy look to his eyes whenever he got like this; the fatigued weariness of a man trying desperately to drown out the voices of the innocent lives he’d taken…and failing.

But hell would have to freeze over before he ever admitted it.

It’s why she hadn’t asked him if he was okay, even though she would like an answer. Doing so would make her a hypocrite.

“What about you?”

Riza looked up…only to be greeted by the toned, muscular chest of her superior the blue bathrobe around his body could’t hide. It made her blush.

“Couldn’t sleep, either?”

Riza jerked out of her trance to meet the curious look on Roy’s face. Though, she swore she heard just a sliver of concern in his voice.

“No, it’s not that,” she answered.

Silence fell over them.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asked.

Riza gasped, completely floored by his question. It wasn’t until she looked into his dark eyes and, noting the tiniest bit of concern in them, that she relaxed and gave him a smile. She could never deny him anything.

“Sure.”

Roy returned her smile with one of his own, sending her heart a flutter. It’s a pity she didn’t get to see a genuine one from him more often, she thought.

She sat on the couch and straightened herself, her Colonel following suit. He took a seat beside her and placed his glass on the coffee table.

And Riza? Well, her eyes were fixated on his chest.

She couldn’t help it, though. His perfect abs, his flawless pecks. She wanted to pounce him, trail kisses all over his bare torso and listen to him moan her name. Maybe even go home with him and make sure no one ever bothered them again-

“You can take a picture, you know? It’ll last longer.”

Hearing that, Riza snapped out of it to see the Colonel smirking at her with that impish

grin of his. Embarrassed, she tore her eyes away from him and stared at the wall in an attempt to save her dignity.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she said, unable to keep the redness on her cheeks from spreading across her face.

He chuckled. “Right…” Riza frowned; she should’ve known he’d see right through her, he always did. “So what’s on your mind?”

Her amber eyes turned somber as she gave herself a moment to compose an answer.

“I was dreaming about Ishbal, again.”

And just like that, she felt her Colonel’s mood change from jokey and playful, to one of melancholy introspection, as it always did whenever someone brought up Ishbal.

“I see…” He paused. “Is this the first time in awhile?”

Riza smiled half-heartedly. “Yes,” she lied.

She could feel Roy burning a hole into her head with his gaze, practically demanding she tell him the truth, but she stood her ground.

He didn’t need to know these nightmares were a reoccurring issue, not when he had more important matters to attend to. Besides, it was her job to worry about him, not the other way around.

She was his adjutant, his protector. She stayed in the military (mostly) for him, to help guide him on his path to redemption. If she broke right now, it’d be a betrayal of everything she’d worked for since Ishbal. Both for Roy, and for herself.

So she straightened herself and kept looking straight ahead. Roy could say whatever he wanted, but she would not budge.

A few minutes later he let out a sigh. Riza smiled internally. Finally, he’d given up! For once, victory was hers!

“Was it anything specific?”

Or so she thought…That question had really taken her back…

Oh well, she could give him a dignified answer. “You remember how I was a sniper during the war?”

“Yeah.”

“Well there was a time when I noticed an Ishbalan child.” She paused. “My orders were to kill anything that wasn’t “strictly military”. In other words, anyone who wasn’t Amestrian. But when I saw him…he looked so pale and gaunt…I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him…”

“So you let him go.”

“That was the plan. But then-” She balled her fists up…she wasn’t sure how to go about explaining this part. “Then I-”

“It’s okay, Lieutenant.”

When Riza turned around, she saw Roy staring at her with an intense gaze. “Just give yourself a second to calm down,” he said. Instantly, she knew what he was doing.

He was using their secret code, of sorts. A code only they knew. When one was about to loose their cool, the other would speak more calm and deliberately, in an effort to remind whoever was panicking to relax and quietly collect themselves.

Riza nodded and took a few deep breaths. A few minutes later, she was relaxed and ready to continue.

“But then there was a group of soldiers approaching, the child held up the gun in defence…it all happened so fast I-” She stopped herself, taking another deep breath. “I pointed my rifle at him and shot…He was dead by the time he hit the ground…”

Riza closed her eyes, feeling…tears falling down her cheeks? Her eyes widened.

No, no, no! This can’t be happening, she thought. She was First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye; ace sharpshooter and assistant to The Flame Alchemist. She couldn’t afford to look weak, especially not over something that happened almost a decade ago.

She dried her eyes. “I’m sorry, Sir,” she said. “I don’t know why I’m crying-”

“Riza?…” She turned to face the Colonel, and was surprised to see he was no longer hiding the worry he felt for her in his eyes. “Do you want a drink?…You look like you could use one…”

Suddenly, Riza felt herself relax.

In all this stubbornnes she kept forgetting that right now, she was Riza, and he was Roy. There was no office, to ranks, no regulations to keep them in line.

They were just two normal - well, as normal as one could ask for - people who’d been through the same ordeal, who felt comfortable letting their guard down in front of each other…and that was okay.

So she smiled, nodded and said “Thank you.”

Roy smiled. He got up and walked into the kitchen to get her a glass.

They sat there for the rest of the night, discussing their demons haunting while slowly drinking themselves silly. Finally, they fell into a deep, peaceful slumber shortly before dawn.

When Riza woke again, the vague outline of the sun slowly rising in the sky, her nose taking in the scent of…ash? And cologne?

It took a moment for recollection to come to her before she remembered falling asleep in the arms of her Colonel.

She looked up and took in his sleeping face, smiling at how calm and at peace he appeared.

There was a part of her, however small, that wanted to let him sleep a little bit longer, knowing he could use the extra shut eye. But deep down she knew that would be impossible.

It was six-thirty according to the grandfather clock in the corner; they needed to be at the train station in an hour, or else they would have to wait for another one and risk being late.

Besides, the last thing Roy needed was for Hughes to find them like this and snap a picture. Although knowing their luck, he probably already got his ‘incriminating’ evidence.

But they’ll cross that bridge when they get there, should it ever come.

“Colonel?” she said softly.

Roy opened his eyes. “Hmm…wha?…” He rubbed some sleep out of his eye, finally noticing Riza staring at him. “Oh, is it morning already?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “We should get back to our rooms and pack.”

“Right…”

She grabbed her book and slowly moved out of his embrace. He got up and collected the tumblrs and (now) empty bottle of scotch.

“How are you feeling?”

She turned to face him and smiled. “Better,” she said.

He smiled. “Good.”

Riza felt her heartbeat flutter when she saw that smile. She walks over to him, and watches the surprise on his face as she placed a hand on his chest and kissed him on the cheek.

When it was over, she smiled and said “Thank you, Roy.”

She watched as the surprise on his face faded and softened into a smile.

“No problem,” he replied. “You’ve listened to me babble on when I’m feeling down, it’s only fair.”

She smiled.

“Now, let’s go, Lieutenant,” he said, and walked towards the hall.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, following right behind him.

The whole time, she couldn’t help but smile. It felt nice having someone to talk to about these memories, she thought.

And now next time couldn’t come soon enough.

The End

#Fullmetal Alchemist #Royai #royai fanfiction #royaiweek18 #Day 4 #FMA 2003 #Roy Mustang #Riza Hawkeye #Prettywitch's Fanfiction #Prettywitch Writes Fanfiction

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martyy-party · 6 years

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Next Gen HP Looks

James Sirius Potter; “Jamie”, “Jay”, “Jay-Jay”

6′4 height. Photogenic. Muscular and lanky. Messy thick shiny black hair in Cole Sprouse’s haircut. Perfect jaw and cheekbones. Plump lips. Great bone structure. Light freckles everywhere, specially on his nose, cheeks, shoulders and back. Olive skin, he gets extremely tan during summer. Can actually pull and grow facial hair, which it is more reddish than black. Teeth white af. Handsome and cheeky smile, with adorable dimples on each cheek. ‘Potter’ perfect smirk. Always smiling. His eyes are almond shaped and a light honey colour with some gold hints. Long fingers, perfect for playing the guitar and the piano. Gorgeous. Tallest guy at school. Looks like a mix of Harry, Ginny and James Potter Senior. Extremely handsome and good-looking.

Albus Severus Potter; “Al”, “Albs”, “Albie”

6′1. Photogenic. Black shiny hair, quite short. Cheekbones for days. Olive skin, but he can’t get a tan, tho. Emerald Green eyes. Muscular, beater type, with broad shoulders. He doesen’t have lots of freckles, only a few single ones in his arm and one over his left brow. Sharp features. Ironic smile. ‘Potter’ perfect smirk. Can rock a Sherlock Holmes costume. Looks great in Green and black. White teeth and a dimple in his right cheek. Extremely expressive face. Can raise a brow. Eyebrows on fleek. Looks a lot like Harry, but you can see a bit of Arthur Weasley on him. Very good-looking like his brother and attractive.

Lily Luna Potter; “Lila”, “Lily Lu”, “Lil”

5′8. Photogenic af. Dark red hair, that used to reach her bellybutton, but she choped it into a lob. Naturally skinny and slender, she has a thin hourglass figure. Legs for days. Almond shaped Green eyes, but instead of being emerald, the Green is more like an avada kedavra green. Thick eyelashes and red brows. Round-squared face shape, like her mum. She looks a hell lot like Natalie Portman. Perfect bone structure. Olive skin, Lily can easily tan. She has freckles on her nose, shoulders, boobs and hips, and then she has freckles and moles separated, creating constellations through all her body. She also has a single freckle over her lip, at the right, just like Marilyn Monroe, which Fleur loves. Her extremely pink and full lips are her signature look, usually painted a cherry red. She’s a blend of a lot of Lily Evans and some of Ginny Weasley. Sassy smile, Potter perfect smirk, cheeky smile with dimples. ‘Quite the little heartbreaker. Drop dead gorgeous and seductive, with a sweet delicate voice. A beauty.

Victoire Apolline Weasley; “Vic”, “Vicky”, “Toire”

5′6 and a half. Model looks. Long glossy golden blonde hair that used to be more reddish as a kid. Light freckles all over her face. Big bright pale blue eyes. Quite tan skin during summer. Her hair is fabulous and her skin is shiny af. Full pink lips and the cutest nose ever. Round-squared face shape. Great bone structure. Dimples. Always painted nails. Model Slim figure. Sweet and kind smile. Never wears make up even though she loves it. She looks like a blend of classical beauty and california girl. She has her veela charm and she’s crazy beautiful.

Dominique Belle Weasley; “Dom”, “Nick”, “Dommie”

5′9. Long wavy pale blonde hair, dyed baby pink (she changes her hair colour every year). Big ocean blue eyes. Freckles on her face but she covers them. Sarcastic smirk. Cute smile. Long legs and arms. Skinny figure. Ears pierced and a small tattoo on the back of her neck. Pretty pink plump lips. Perfect soft skin. Sharp and dark eyeliner and fabulous black smokey eye, like Effy Stonem. Rocks a leather jacket like no one else. Grunge and rock ‘n roll style. Can eat a lot of fast food without gaining weight. Pale skin, she can’t get a tan. Cheekbones and collarbones. Relaxing smile. Veela charm. Fucking extremely pretty.

Louis Charles Weasley; “Lou”, “Louie”, “Lous”

6 feet tall. Gold blonde hair, lighter in the tips because of the sun. Ocean blue eyes, like Dominique. Perfect eyebrows. Grateful that he’s blonde and not ‘another ginger’. Muscular without playing Quidditch. Freckles only on his feet. Dimples. Broad shoulders. Can’t grow facial hair. Baby soft skin. Uses a lot his veela charm. He’s very attractive and he knows it.

Rose Jean Granger-Weasley; “Rosie”, “Ro”, “Posie”

5′5. Middle back lenght copper hair. Big, chocolate brown eyes, like her mum. Thick eyelashes. Button nose. Great eyebrows. Petite frame. Pretty and cute. Her body is fully covered with freckles. They are everywhere. Perfect nail shape. Small hands. Very fair skin, if she isn’t wearing sunscreen, she burns. Pink heart shaped lips. Heart-shaped face. Clumsy but graceful. She looks a lot like Hermione.

Hugo Billius Granger-Weasley; “Hugh”, “Huey”, “H”

6′2 and a half. Curly brown hair. Pale blue eyes. Tall and lanky. Dark freckles all over his face, and loads of them on his nose. Not too muscular. His dad’s nose, his mum’s and Rose’s mouth. Heart-shaped face. Very long arms. Fair skin, with the dark freckles. On his body, they aren’t a lot of them but they’re everywhere. Bushy eyebrows. A cute blend of Hermione and Ron.

Molly Anne Weasley; “Molls”, “Annie”, “Moll”

5′5 and a half. Soft Copper hair. Pale blue eyes. Thin red lips. Long bangs. Few freckles on her cheeks and arms. Long fingers. Button nose. Really cute. She can raise a brow. Perfect teeth after a year of brackets. Ivory skin. Can’t get a tan. Needs sunscreen every day. Perfect body.

Lucy Audrey Weasley; “Luce”, “Lulu”, “Lu”

5′3. Shoulder lenght dark copper hair. Large Coffee Brown eyes. Bushy eyebrows. Thin lips. Athletic figure due to Quidditch. Fit legs and butt. Fair skin. Freckles on her back, because when she plays Quidditch is where the sun mostly reaches her. Quite cute. Big bright smile. Her nails are always short, because she bites them. Heart of gold.

Frederick Gideon Weasley; “Freddie”, “Freds”, “Freddo”

6feet tall. Copper hair. Carmel skin. Very bushy eyebrows. Dark Hazel blue eyes. Few almost invisibe freckles on his nose and forehead and lots of them on his arms. Builder built. Broad shoulders and muscular. Big hands. Imperial nose. Strong jaw. Cocky happy grin. He looks like KJ Apa, but with natural ginger hair.

Roxanne Kate Weasley; “Rox”, “Roxy”, “Katie”

5′4. Glossy wild ebony black hair. Dark skin. Fabulous hourglass figure. Full lips, always with lip gloss. Big dark blue eyes. Thick eyelashes. Pearl White teeth. Freckles on her face. Stunning. Photogenic. Cheeky grin. Looks like Angelina with some Weasley in her.

Edward Remus Lupin; “Teddy”, “Ed”, “Teddy Bear”

6′1. He always wears his hair turquoise but its natural color is a mousy Brown. Dark blue eyes. Eyebrows on fleek. Quite muscular. Clumsy af. Fair skin but he’s able to tan. Remus’ looks with Tonks’ metamorphomagi.

Note: English isn’t my first language so if there are any mistakes, plz don’t roast me.

#James Sirius Potter #lily luna potter #Albus Severus Potter #dominique weasley #rose weasley #hugo weasley #lucy weasley #molly weasley ii #fred weasley ii #roxanne weasley #victoire weasley #louis weasley #teddy lupin #harry potter next generation #next gen harry potter #next gen hp

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cereittanyprincess15 · 6 years

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It was my mom’s birthday on the 13th, so I decided very last minute to make her an edit of the whole family ❤ She and dad really really liked it, so there’s a frameless version that’s going to be printed out to frame for real /)w(\ Below the cut is a TON of info about each person and who they’re played by, as well as the photos in the back, and in a bit I’ll make a separate post for them because they’re so small. I had to just keep lengthening the composition so everyone could fit in fully, and in the end I made the background myself because my sister said the shot I had didn’t look like our house at all so I thought might as well go 100%.

My family from left to right:

Me :D - Played by Ariel (with Sophie’s body). This is the first time I’ve actually made myself in full as an edited character! I tried for the first time with Elsa, but as I never even tried to attempt to change her body size (I’m a Round Boy™) I was never really happy with using it as a real representation. Despite my failed attempts at plumping up Ariel’s face without it looking weird so it still looks more like her than me, I’m really happy with this second attempt, so there I am with all my necklaces and my fav anime shirt and new glasses. I’m holding my brother’s cat Punkin (played by Sargent Tibbs, I love her more than he does though no matter how many times he argues), complete with overly large pupils and her infernal cone that everyone said I had to include.

Dad - Played by Vlad. First of all he disclaims that he’s not that round, but I also didn’t make his hair as gray as it really is, so he can live with the trade-off lol Vlad is a very round man so I had to try slimming his face a bunch to match my dad’s more rectangular head, and I totally got his eye colour wrong the first time woops and also forgot his wedding ring. When I showed mom the edit for the first time dad was wearing that exact sweater so I think I made a good clothing choice. He’s holding my sister’s cat, Tigger (played by Duchess), who is in character because she’s glaring at Punkin, whom she despises even after 10+ years of living together. My sister wanted me to add her stripes, but I felt like that was a bit too much to try and match (despite going all out for Punkin’s tail and freckles...).

Mom - Played by Annie Hughes. At first I was going to make her a video tribute as a present, but at the thought of showing me and my siblings growing up with her I got all emotional and turns out making her character had the same result. (insert gif of Wreck-It Ralph yelling ‘I LOVE MY MAMA!!’ here oh man) I was so glad she liked her animated self and was happy I chose that top cause she really likes that shirt and she looks beautiful in it but when doesn’t she look beautiful? Answer: never, she’s always beautiful.

My brother: Played by Hercules. The youngest and yet also the tallest, there was only ever one dude who could play my bro, and seriously the amount of times dad said that the edit looked just like him was hilarious. When I first asked him if he wanted to be in the edit he straight up said no, but his gf was there with him and she said yes so she could be Meg, so he relented. He laughed when he saw that he was wearing his OPPAI shirt and gave me his approval, which is really good because he’s never into my editing.

My sister: Played by Jane (with Nani’s body). She said it was out of character for her to be smiling every single time I showed her a WIP. Making her was hard because she specifically wanted to be played by an anime boy to match her true character, but I refused because this is a non/disney edit, so this is as close as I could get her. I was going to give her galaxy tights cause she loves wearing them, but once we picked out her shirt she said ‘no I have to be wearing my gray pants’ because all her outfits are delicately coordinated so even in this she had to match.

The photos from left to right:

My past cats: Iggy is played by Oliver, and Simon is played by one of the Siamese cats from Lady and the Tramp, I have no idea which one it is but the pose was perfect. So while repainting Iggy (who I personally call Babe because I would always quoted this scene whenever he walked away from me) I got really close to crying. He was really sick all the time and had to be put down years ago, I wanna say over five, and I still miss him all the time. Simon (when I called him Bubby in front of my bro he said ‘when did you ever call him that?!’ and didn’t believe me when I said the whole time) we only had for a short while, allegedly only 6 months, but I loved that cat so much; he was a really good cat with a bad tendency to jump up onto the counter to chill with me when I did the dishes and my parents thought that of course was Bad, so they eventually sent him away to live with someone else. Because it was so long ago I never got any pictures of him (only one on my old slide phone which is dead now) so I don’t even know how accurate this edit is, but I hope wherever he is he’s still going strong and is loved ;w;

My parents’ wedding: Played by Sinbad and Cinderella. My parents have this beautifully hand drawn portrait of them on their wedding that they used to hang in the living room but it’s in their room now, and I wanted to try and reference it as a bit of background decor. In the actual portrait they’re just standing there smiling, so I thought it’d be more romantic to make it a kiss.

My bro and his gf: Seeing as she definitely wanted to be Meg but didn’t understand when I asked what details she’d like to be present in her edit I had a bit more free reign with her, and my bro doesn’t hate it so it’s a win for me. I only had memory to go off when making her, and seeing as Meg is so curvy I had to repaint half her face to even her out, unlike my bro where I just had to fix his ears and nose. She lives two hours away so I hope she likes how her pic turned out whenever she gets the chance to see it.

#my edits #disney #crossover #I'm so happy with how this turned out it took five days but it was worth it

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the-jade-cross · 3 years

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The Lannister Wolf - Part 3 Chapter 2

Hey all! I'm back! Thank you so much for being so patient with me! Just FYI, this chapter features characters from my three other GOT fan fictions: Mayaka Tyrell, Nanteza Sand and Lillia Arryn. Their stories are below if you are interested:) I just started on the other three joint stories so they are not as far along as this one:)

ENJOY!

Mayaka Tyrell - Burning Water//Oberyn Martell

Nanteza Sand - Tracks in the Snow // Jon Snow

Lillia Arryn - Knight of the Forest // Loras Tyrell

It was a different day when Evelyn woke. It was different not because of what she was going to do with her day, but rather it was just a day made to be different in every aspect.

There were no birds singing to welcome Evelyn to the day. The sun was barely up but Zinzi and Lady had been awake already for a while. The sky was overcast, clouded and dreary but no rain fell. There was not a breath of air traveling through the forest that morning.

It was like the world was dead or just hanging in the stalemate before the clap of thunder that would announce the arrival of a storm. Evelyn rose to her feet and gathering her bow into her hands, she selected a single arrow from the quiver which she slipped into her belt.

“Stay away from the water,” Evelyn instructed Zinzi, “Get to lower ground, far from trees and the wind. Try to find cover.” The direwolf let out a whimper as if showing she understood before Evelyn turned and strode out of the camp.

Instead of just walking about a furlong, this particular morning Evelyn continued to walk up the high, partially steep incline that they had avoided the day before. Upon reaching the top, Evelyn found the trees quite thick but the tallest of them was about three feet, coming to Evelyn’s waist. These short saplings covered a good twenty-foot diameter clearing.

Evelyn knelt down and felt the leaves of the sapling closest to her. “This will do.” Just then, something about the saplings closest to her caught her attention and she examined the leaves, “Oak.” She muttered. “The representative of earth.” Standing up, she walked further into the cluster before she noticed that the saplings were different there…. even though she could have sworn they were all oak just a second ago.

She noticed right away that the trees grew in a circle and there were four different tree types, separated into four quarter circle shaped sections.

“The Pinnacle of Nature,” Evelyn whispered. “Just like Tyrion said that day…”

FLASHBACK

“Wait Maya,” Lillia whispered. “Are you sure we’re allowed in here!?” Mayaka Tyrell smiled over her shoulder at Evelyn’s cousin, Lillia Arryn before opening the door of the library just a smidge before poking her head inside. After a moment, she retracted her head.

“No one is inside.” The auburn-haired girl assured Evelyn and Lillia, “Besides, no one uses the library anyway.” “But your brother,” Lillia muttered. “Said that your father didn’t like anyone entering.” Evelyn took no notice of Lillia’s comment. Her cousin had been living with the Tyrell’s as Maya’s companion for about a year now since Lillia’s rambunctious energy was too much for Evelyn’s aunt to handle. However, Maya smirked knowingly at Lillia.

“Which of my brothers? Loras?” the girl teased.

Lillia turned so bright pink that her blond hair looked almost white in comparison. “NO!” She cried, quite flustered. “Garlan did!” Maya smirked while Evelyn looked between the girls, completely perplexed. While Maya kept giving Lillia knowing looks and the blond kept blushing each time, Evelyn approached the door of the library and peered inside.

A beautiful large library appeared in Evelyn’s vision and she felt her heart stop. She had seen many wonderous things before but in growing up in Winterfell, she had never seen a library like this before. Ned and Catelyn would often times give Evelyn a handful of books each week to read though they had soon learnt to limit how many books they gave her to just five a week for the girl could finish a book within a few hours, completely disregarding other hobbies and not carrying that her stitching didn’t match up with Sansa’s.

However, Ned was very weak to his daughter’s pleadings but in order for him to not get in trouble with Catelyn for letting their eldest daughter neglect her stitchery, he would have Robb or Jon give the books to Evelyn, the blame falling on them instead.

Evelyn slipped through the door, Maya and Lillia following close behind. Hugh square columns rose up on both sides of the large room, a winding staircase leading up to a balcony that went around each column. Opposite the door on the very opposite side of the room was a half circle column against the wall with two spiral staircases leading up to a high balcony. Everything seemed so high and every inch of wall was filled with books.

“I could get lost in here,” Evelyn whispered. “How do you know where to find the book you’re looking for?” Maya chuckled, “I still haven’t figured that out and I have lived here my whole life.” “Psst,” Lillia whispered, nudging Maya, “Isn’t that one of the Sand girls?”

The two girls looked over at where the blond was pointing to see that sure enough, there was someone else in the library. With short black hair that fell just below her chin, honey colored skin and deep grey eyes, she was incredibly beautiful for someone of her age… possibly around Lillia’s age.

“It’s Nanteza Sand,” Maya whispered. “Doran Martell’s daughter.”

Evelyn snapped out of her surprise first and slowly approached the Dorne girl. Nanteza lifted her eyes and noticing Evelyn, quickly kept her eyes down respectfully.

“I’m Evelyn,” the black-haired girl said, holding out her hand, “You are Nanteza right?” The girl seemed surprised that the girl from the North had done nothing unkind to her. Evelyn knew why. Needless to say, the Dornish people were not exactly on the best of terms with anyone in the North other than the Tyrell’s. Hesitantly, the petite girl reached out and shook Evelyn’s hand.

Evelyn smiled at the girl and the little Dornish girl smiled gently back. Evelyn couldn’t help but wonder why the girl didn’t smile more for it made her practically like an angel when she smiled. She was beautiful nonetheless but when she smiled, she seemed to glow.

“What are you reading?” Evelyn asked, her face showing evident interest.

Nanteza held out the book she was holding to show that it was a book of ancient myths and prophecies.

“I found this one the most interesting when I read that,” Maya said, walking over and pointing to one page.

Evelyn tilted her head to read the page, “The Prophecy of the Pinnacle of Life.”

Maya nodded, “Apparently the prophecy was made at the beginning of time but still has not come true! People have begun to think that it never will.”

“Because people have no patience,” a masculine voice said from nearby.

The four girls spun around to find that also in the library was none other than Tyrion Lannister. Seated in a large couch in the corner, he had a book propped in one hand, a glass of wine in the other. Placing the wine and book down, he walked over to the four girls and held out his hand to Nanteza. The girl carefully placed the book in his hand, and he turned the page to where it showed a strange painting. The painting was cut in fourths, each one seeming to represent something different.

“This is the Pinnacle of Life,” he explained. “The four great elements that makes the world what it is: earth, fire, water and air.” “But what is the prophecy?” Lillia chirped, peering around Evelyn to look at the book.

Tyrion smiled, turning a few pages till he stopped and began to read aloud, “At the Beginning of Time, Vulcan, master of fire, Poseidon, master of the sea, Demeter, mistress of the earth and Kysnareth, mistress of the air all vowed to leave a part of their being behind. Only those destined to become the next Masters of Nature can access their life: the pinnacle of life.” “That’s strange,” Maya muttered, turning to the next page and pointing to a drawing, “We have a window here that looks just like that picture.” The girls all crowded around to look and saw that the drawing appeared to be of four windows, each with a different design. However, on each window was a triangle…. But two of them were pointing upright and the other two were pointing down… and two of the four had lines across the center of them.

“Those are the windows of Time. The Masters and Mistresses of Nature left them as a sign of their promise.” Tyrion explained. “The triangles depict the element. The upright triangle with no line means fire. The upright one with a line means air. The downward one with a line is earth and the other downward is water.”

“Now that you mention it,” Lillia whispered. “This one…. With the earth triangle…. That one is in my home too…. Actually…. It’s the window in my bedroom!” Tyrion looked over at Nanteza who pointed to the one depicting air, “This one is in my uncle’s study back in Dorne.” Finally all eyes turned to Evelyn, but the girl was already reaching out. Her finger touched the last window drawing but just as her finger made contact with the page, a spark lit from the contact and she retracted her hand immediately.

“What….” Nanteza whispered.

“What was that!?” Lillia finished.

Tyrion turned to look at Maya, a knowing look on his face, “I think you know.” Maya nodded before extending one hand. When her finger touched the window of water, the page suddenly became damp as if her hand had been wet.

“This is normal for me though,” the girl explained.

She slowly drew her hand away from the page but as she did, she lifted her hand, so it hovered over the page and slowly the moisture from the page began to rise into the air as if on command, following the pattern of her hand.

“You….” Lillia whispered. “You can move water!? AND YOU DIDN’T THINK TO TELL ME!?” “Only my family knows,” Maya explained. “And now you.”

The girls all looked at Tyrion who was smirking like he had just eaten all the desserts in the kitchen without anyone finding out.

“This window,” Lillia said, pointing to the water one. “Maya, you said it is here in this house….” Maya nodded before pointing to the other side of the library, “It’s over here.” She led the way across the library till the four girls and Tyrion found themselves staring up at a huge window. The glass of the window was all shades of blue, the design of water evident in the making and the depictions.

“Look!” Nanteza whisper yelled.

The light had begun to shine through the window and as it did, instead of casting a blue reflection onto the floor, a strange shape had begun to appear on the floor from the light…. A circle… the circle was separated into fourths but each fourth was blank.

“No way,” Lillia whispered.

The girl stepped forward and stepped onto one of the fourths of the circle and the moment her feet entered the circle, the pie shaped piece she was standing on turned a brilliant green!

Nanteza’s eyes widened and she too entered the ring, only for her fourth section to turn a lovely yellow. Maya followed and hers turned as blue as the window that the light was streaming from and finally Evelyn stepped into the ring… and her’s turned red.

“This is the Pinnacle of Life,” Tyrion whispered, even though the girls were too occupied staring at each other and the lights beneath them to really listen. “No matter where you are, the four elements can always communicate with each other for when there is one element missing, the other three shall fall apart. You depend on each other like the darkness depends on the light to make it dark. It will pull at each of you to a different point of the map, each to its own place.”

FLASHBACK ENDS

Evelyn opened her eyes, smiling at the fond memory. Sighing, she cracked her knuckles and examined the area.

“Alright…. let’s see if this works.” Standing up, she walked over to one section of the clearing and touched the short saplings. “Ash. The representation of Fire.” Stepping into the center of the clump of short ash saplings, Evelyn glanced at each of the other sections.

“Listen to my words,” Evelyn whispered. “If you can hear me, speak.” Before Evelyn even had time to close her eyes, she heard a faint whisper to her left. Turning, she saw what appeared to be the saplings opposite her, slowly begin to rise. That was when she remembered that those saplings were the oak…. Representing earth…

Evelyn

The girl stared in shock when she realized that the voice, she was hearing was coming from the oak saplings. When the saplings finished growing, Evelyn found herself looking across the clearing at what appeared to be a person made of trees! The features were not incredibly defined to the point where Evelyn could recognize the person, but the long curly hair and the gentle, sweet voice gave it away instantly.

“Lillia!?” The tree person nodded slowly.

It’s me Eve. You did it. You unlocked the Pinnacle of Life.

Evelyn frowned, “But I thought we all did it the day we were at the library together….” No Eve. That was the day we accessed the life of the Four Masters. Do you remember? Maya had already learnt how to control water before then. We were born with the life of the Master’s Eve. It just…. Needed to be realized.

“Is that why I keep having this pain?” Evelyn asked.

Tree Lillia shrugged. I do not know. I only know what Mayaka told me.

The two girls turned when they heard the sound of water. To Lillia’s left and Evelyn’s right, the moisture in the small saplings there: willow saplings, had begun to rise into the air until a person made of water stood before them. This person was different…. Long wavy hair, slightly taller than the petite Lillia and semi petite Evelyn.

“Maya,” Evelyn breathed. “Do you know? Why I am having the pain I am?”

That is a tough one Evelyn. Maya admitted. I never experienced the pain… but it might have something to do with the fact that you possess the life of the Master of Fire.

“What does that have to do with it?” Evelyn inquired.

Fire is the most uncontrolled of the elements. Its power is unparalleled and is dangerous. When I first discovered my ability to control water, I began to notice a sense of peace and calmness about me. But that is the nature of water. It is soothing and peaceful. Fire is violent, hot and oftentimes painful. You are feeling the effects of your element.

Evelyn peered around the clearing, only to notice that while she had been talking with Maya, a person made of air had formed to her left…. With short straight hair and full lips.

“Nanteza,” she said. “Have you awoken yet?” The girl shook her head. I am afraid not Lady Evelyn. So far, Maya was the first. Lillia has not awoken either and I have not even begun to feel anything out of the ordinary. For all we know, it could be years before Lillia, and I awaken.

Evelyn nodded, “Very well. I shall be patient.” Do you remember what Tyrion Lannister told us that day Eve? Lillia asked.

“Which part?”

The part about that we will be pulled. Each of us shall be pulled to different places of the map. I began from Highgarden and now I am heading toward King’s Landing. I am traveling east.

Nanteza nodded before she added. Until recently I was in the South in Dorne. Now, I am heading toward the North.

Evelyn turned to look at Lillia. I was born and raised in the Eyrie cousin. That is in the east. Mother sent me to Highgarden… that is the west.

“So, I must travel south?” Evelyn inquired.

The other three girls nodded.

Where are you now? Nanteza inquired.

“The Riverlands,” Evelyn replied. “Why?”

She looked over at Lillia. Well you did travel south in a sense. You traveled to Kings Landing… but I do not think that is what Tyrion Lannister meant. He meant that our duties and missions would depend on our traveling to the different corners of the world. Eve, I do not know if traveling to Kings Landing is the ‘West’ that was meant to change me, but I think that the answers you will find can be found in the South. Evelyn sighed and nodded, “Very well. Thank you for your help.”

The three girls each bowed in their different forms of farewell: Lillia curtsying prettily. Maya did a form of bow and curtsy that Evelyn did not recognize but she guessed it was something to do with her water dancing. Lastly, Nanteza looked steadily at Evelyn for a moment before bowing her head. Evelyn furrowed her brow…. Something in Nanteza’s eyes (even though she was made of air at present) told Evelyn that there was something Nanteza had not mentioned.

“You said you were traveling North…. Why?”

The Dornish girl lifted her head and smiled, I do not know, but I have been drawn here. As far as I can tell you: I somehow cannot help but feel that this is a calling.

Evelyn smiled and bowed respectfully before each of the girls disappeared, leaving Evelyn alone in the clearing. When she looked at each of the sections, she was not surprised to find that the willow saplings were almost drowning in puddles of water, the oak saplings were at least a foot taller than they had been before, the birch saplings where Nanteza had stood had no leaves left on them and were bent as if they had been windblown. Looking down, Evelyn stared in surprised when she saw that all the ash trees at her feet were burnt to a crisp.

The girl sighed before picking herself up and headed back down the hill to the camp. Now, she had a heading.

******

When they stopped for the night at the entrance of a small cave, Evelyn did not dismount from Chance like she usually did. Instead, she handed Calum down to Lady who took the child by the shirt before placing him between her legs so he wouldn’t wander off.

“I’m going to go scout around,” the girl told the two direwolves.

The girl whistled Ace down from the trees and the bird landed on her shoulder.

“I will send Ace back if anything happens,” she told them. “Keep Calum safe.” the two wolves grunted in response and gripping the reigns, Evelyn turned Chance around and rode off out of the camp.

She didn’t usually scout the area and most of the time, Ace or Zinzi (I cannot remember if I told ya’ll how Zinzi’s name is pronounced but if I didn’t, it’s pronounced: Sh-ih-n-zz-ee) did it while she made camp.

Today however was different. Evelyn knew that she didn’t have a sixth sense but something in the air…. The way the trees swayed… and the horrid stench that she smelt in the air with the occasional breeze made her skin crawl. Something or someone was near. She could feel it.

She did not have to journey far before the stench was so strong that Chance’s ears slanted back and Ace’s feathers were ruffled. It was a stench that was grossly familiar but foreign at the same time. The stench of sweat, bleeding wounds and unclean clothes and persons were the smells that Evelyn recognized.

In her years as a healer, the stench of open, bleeding wounds was a normal everyday smell for her. sweat and soiled clothes were scents that often radiated off her brothers at the end of the day. But that heavy, gross stench that almost seemed to drown out the other stenches was one that Evelyn couldn’t quite place.

It smelt like someone had found a dead carcass and coated it in spoilt eggs and rotting meat.

The light of a fire ahead caught the girl’s attention. She dismounted from Chance and pulled on her mask so no one could see her face, pulling her hood over her hair to hide the unique color of her eyes.

Leaning up, she whispered into Chance’s ear. “Do not show yourself till I give you the singla.” The horse bobbed his head in reply before backing away into the darkness. Ace perched himself upon Evelyn’s wrist, awaiting orders.

“Find out who they are,” the girl whispered.

The owl lifted into the air and Evelyn lost sight of him for a moment. While the bird was gone, she crept forward to get a better look at what they were up against. In a tiny clearing was a crudely made campfire, horses and supplies scatted around as if the occupants were too lazy to even unpack!

From what Evelyn could see, there were about ten grown men…. Soldiers it seemed and she realized that the unfamiliar scent was coming from them. In one corner of the camp, out of range of Evelyn’s sight, tied to a tree were two prisoners but Evelyn was too far away to even distinguish their gender.

The return of Ace caught her attention and the bird dropped something into her palm. The girl peered at it before she recognized it as a small dagger… the designs on the hilt giving away the owner.

“Bolton’s,” she hissed. “Now the smell makes senses. The walking carcasses.” Reaching to her back, she drew out her bow and loaded it. she was about to aim when one of the Bolton men spoke.

“Bring the woman over here!” he jeered.

Two Bolton soldiers approached the prisoners and untying one of them, dragged the person closer to the fire. Now Evelyn got a good look at the person who was apparently a woman. Very tall for a woman, her blond hair was short and face soiled.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t do anything,” the woman hissed angrily.

The soldiers laughed, “We told your companion that we wouldn’t rape ya, especially since he paid for it with his hand. But we didn’t say we wouldn’t touch ya. Bring the whips over here!” Evelyn felt her blood boil. These men were truly dogs. Just when she was about to intervene, a voice rang out that made her catch her breath.

“Leave her alone you vermin!” Ace could sense the anger and tension in his master’s body wash away and he could smell shock and horror coming from her body as a single word dropped from her lips.

“Jaime….”

***********

Jaime strained against his bonds but even with two hands it had been difficult. Now, with one hand and weak from loss of blood, it was useless.

He knew that while he had convinced them to leave Brienne unharmed last time, this time Locke would just completely ignore him…. A bleeding man with no right hand, covered in mud and his own blood, his severed hand tied around his neck.

“You really think that will sway me?” Locke inquired, crouching in front of Jaime in a teasing manner. “What will you offer this time? Your other hand?” Jaime could barely keep his head up, but he glared daggers at the man. “You’re testing your luck.” Locke hooted with laughter before standing up, “You’ve really fallen from your high and mighty position haven’t you Kingslayer? Last night you were so brave and full of witty comments. Would it be safe to assume that with the loss of a limp comes the loss of sarcasm?”

Jaime gritted his teeth, forcing himself to not say anything for he knew it would only make things worse. Locke opened his mouth to taunt Jaime further when something caught his attention. The light of the fire seemed to dim and when he looked at it, he saw that the flames had indeed gone down so that they barely gave any light.

“Relight the fire,” he ordered one of the men.

The man rushed over and seeing that there was still plenty of wood on the fire, was about to bring it up to Locke but thought better of it and threw another log onto the fire. For a split second it relit but then it went down again.

Locke snapped his head in the soldier’s direction, “Don’t use a wet log idiot!” The soldier shook his head, “The firewood is as dry as paper sir… it just… stopped burning.” Locke grunted in annoyance and grabbing a nearby log, approached the fire. He was just about to throw it in when he jumped back in shock for the log in his hands had suddenly burst into flames! “What is going on!?” one of the soldiers asked in horror.

All eyes landed back on the fire, only to see something that made their blood boil. A small lick of flame seemed to move itself out of the campfire before leaping across the soiled earth. It was not the fact that the flame was moving itself that surprised the men, nor the fact that the flame was still burning on soil where there was nothing to keep it burning…. But rather the shape that it began to take.

The lick of flame’s shape began to change and for a moment it looked like a dog of some sort with a longer tail…. Until it grew in length till it was about a foot long and spreading from its sides were what looked like a pair of wings…. a dragon!

The flaming dragon did not stop moving as it bounded around the clearing, purposely running along the edge of the clearing, lighting a long stripe of earth on fire so that the whole camp was surrounded by a ring of fire. The campfire was now blazing much stronger than it should have, and the small fire dragon had disappeared but none of the men really cared for their eyes had landed on the first human figure that had appeared that night.

The figure slowly strode toward the camp before walking clear through the ring of fire, not even registering the heat and the person’s clothes not catching on fire. No one present could really make out much of the person’s attire. The person was garbed all in black and while the cloak the person wore concealed a great deal of their outfit, those present could make out the slender legs, slim waist and shape of a woman’s bosom.

“Well, well,” Locke smirked, his confidence returning, “What do we have here? Let’s see, are you by any chance the giant woman’s little sister? Or better yet, the Kingslayer’s lover? Can’t quite decide since your face is all covered up.” Jaime and Brienne exchanged looks, knowing full well that the stranger wasn’t either, but they were just as clueless as the Boltons and Locke.

A soft rumbling chuckle erupted from the stranger’s chest before she spoke, her voice purposely toned deep so as to disguise her voice but even though it was a girl trying to sound like a man, her voice came out surprisingly venomous, rough and deep.

“I am neither,” she replied.

While she had been talking, Locke had given two of his men a look indicating that he wanted them to pounce on the stranger. However, Evelyn saw the look and smirked inwardly at Locke’s assumption that she wouldn’t notice it.

The two men came at Evelyn from the left and the right. the first man who was closest to her fell just when his hand was about to grab his sword. All eyes locked on the fallen man to see a long black arrow protruding from his chest. They all looked back at the girl to see that she had loaded an arrow onto her bow and drawn within a manner of a few seconds, so fast that they hadn’t seen it happen. Now, her bow was not loaded, and the second soldier was almost upon her.

Jaime bit his lip. The stranger was trying to help them but was going to end up getting killed in the process. However, Brienne noticed something that Jaime did not…. Something only a woman would recognize. It was harder for men to distinguish the build of a woman through a woman’s clothes because for men, if a man was muscular, it was quite obvious compared to a man who was not strongly built. For a woman though, a woman could be at the peak of her strength, very fit with iron muscles but a man couldn’t tell because women do not have the obvious muscle display that strong men do.

Brienne saw it though… the difference. As a woman, Brienne knew how her body was different compared to a woman like Margaery Tyrell who was not built strongly but rather delicate and elegantly. This stranger standing before them was petite for her age and from the size of her bosom, the length of her arms and legs and the shape of her hips and thighs, Brienne could easily tell that this woman was not a child but rather a petite woman in her early adulthood, no older than twenty-five. With that said, Brienne hadn’t failed to notice the way the stranger’s body moved or her muscles tensed when she drew back her bow and shot. It was very indistinct, but Brienne noticed it. This girl was not built like the delicate, elegant women that Brienne encountered all the time, nor was she strongly built in the same ways as Brienne… Brienne’s arms and legs were her strongest suit and while this stranger had obvious arm and leg strength, the main strength of her body was her core.

That was why Brienne saw what Jaime thought couldn’t happen…. The slight tweak of the stranger’s muscles as the girl prepared to bring her leg around. The Bolton soldier was not prepared when his legs suddenly shot out from underneath him but instead of just letting the man fall back onto the ground, the stranger moved.

As agile as a deer, the stranger did a somersault into the air, over the still falling body of the Bolton soldier and when she landed, she was right where his body was preparing to land on the ground. His head was inches from the ground when her hand reached down and cupping the nape of his neck in her hand, lifting his whole body back up with one hand before slamming him down face first onto the ground.

Brienne heard Jaime make an inhuman sound between a gasp and a snort of laughter and when she looked at him, she saw the slightest twitch of a smile… the first she had seen in days. The stranger evidently amused him.

After making sure that the Bolton soldier got the hint, Evelyn rose to her feet and as she did, Ace flew down from where he had been perched in the trees watching the show only to land on the girl’s shoulder.

“As the man said a moment ago,” she growled. “You are testing your luck.” Locke felt a shiver run down his spine. This woman was dangerous, but he wasn’t about to let his prisoners go.

“What do you want?” he hissed.

The girl tilted her head as if thinking but when she placed her hands on her hips, Locke knew that she was giving him the look of ‘you are really thick in the head’.

“You’re easier to read than a book,” the girl grunted in her fake deep voice. “You do not wish to give up your prisoners but that is not why I am here. I am here to make sure that you safely get these prisoners to Harrenhal…. In one piece.” “Too late,” Locke snickered. “One of them is in two pieces.” Evelyn’s eyes flitted over to Jaime whom she could now see clearly. Covered in mud, sweat and blood, he was almost unrecognizable, but Evelyn could see it…. his firm jaw…. Sharp lips…. Bright blue eyes…. it was the same Jaime who said goodbye to her in King’s Landing almost two years ago.

“I was not talking about the physical body idiot,” Evelyn pointed out.

Striding past Locke, Evelyn approached the two prisoners. The Boltons all looked at Locke, waiting for him to tell them to pounce on the girl while her back was to them, but the moment Locke even moved a finger, Ace turned his head 180 degrees to give the man a pointed look with his big owl eyes.

“You really don’t learn the first time,” Evelyn said, not looking back at him. “Do you really think I would walk into your camp alone without first thinking of my chances?” “How do you know your chances?” one of the soldiers sneered. “There are ten of us and one of you.” “Correction,” Evelyn said lazily. “The two motionless bodies by the campfire prove that there are only eight of you. But besides that, I rather like my chances.” Locke opened his mouth to speak but Evelyn looked at him over her shoulder. “And I’m not alone.” The Bolton soldiers did not know where it came from, but a deep guttural growl seemed to erupt from the girl’s throat and for a moment, they thought it was the sound of a bear…. But then it sounded like a cat almost…. And soon they found themselves thinking it was a reptile of some sort.

Before they could try to identify the growl further, a black shape appeared behind Evelyn and the men all took two steps back at the sight of the large horse.

“Chance,” Evelyn said calmly to the horse, “Keep an eye on them.” When the horse turned his piercing eyes on the Bolton’s, the men all shivered. Not once had they ever been afraid of a horse before, but this beast was menacing and the way he seemed to look at all of them even without meeting their gaze was like a thousand eyed serpent.

While Chance had the men under control, Evelyn approached the prisoners and crouched down. Cutting the bonds that held the woman to the tree, she helped the woman stand.

“Why aren’t you helping us escape?” the woman asked.

Evelyn took a quick glance at the woman and saw that if they were both standing, Evelyn wouldn’t even reach her shoulder.

“You both are food and sleep deprived. Not to mention your friend is seriously injured. If you two tried to escape and even if you had horses and a day’s head start, someone else would find you and let’s just say, you would be caught all over again.”

Brienne nodded, understanding the stranger’s logic. Evelyn turned to Jaime now and bit her lip to keep from crying at the state he was in. After cutting his bonds and helping him sit with his back against the tree, she cut the cord that held his severed hand around his neck. Reaching to her belt, she took out a cloth and wrapped the hand up in it so that Jaime didn’t have to look at it.

A thought came to the girl and standing up, she walked a ways off before turning to the owl on her shoulder. Ace listened to her whispered words intently before flying off into the night, a message from Evelyn to Zinzi, saying to keep Calum safe and hidden till she returned.

When Evelyn returned to Jaime and Brienne’s side, Brienne had managed to wrap a blanket around the shivering Kingslayer.

“Thank you for helping us,” Brienne said. “I don’t know what they would have done if you had not appeared.” Evelyn smiled but knew they couldn’t see it. “It is the least I could do. You will be safe in Harrenhal though and your wounds will be treated.” “Who are you anyway?” Brienne inquired.

Evelyn’s eyes flitted over to Jaime who was barely conscious but looking at her expectantly, also curious about her identity. The girl shook her head and shrugged.

“The Warlock.”

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By Being Reckless - Chapter 1

Hello ! So, I fiiiiinally made this up ! It has a, major character death but it’s not a focus point : Keith is an angel so he’s dead but the death is not the point don’t worry ! (Although there Might Be a chapter focused on it but i don’t want to dwell on it).

It’s probably a really slow burn Klance fanfic, with a lot of VLD characters involved and plenty of tricky situations and alternate realities! I’ll upload it on AO3 as soon as I get my account.

Sum UP : Keith was dead. He neither remembered nor cared how, but this became his last concern when he became the guardian angel of his very own human. Between parallel realities screwing up and your local teenage mess doing the same, spread your wings and go fix issues, Angel boy ! But you know, death has its upsides, and some had blue eyes.

Keith was dead. The main hall was crowded, he managed to keep in track of where he was headed by keeping eye contact with brown hair. Highschoolers were pushing in all directions. The morning sunshine entered shyly in the building, allowing the air to stay fresh a little more before the whole city turns into a burning hell under the late summer rays. He passed by a group of girl. Happily chattering about the end of schoolyear, they carried books for morning classes. He looked at his empty hands. He rehearsed it. He tought about it, turned the phrase a little in his head, but the outcome was the same.

Keith was dead. He followed a kid some more before turning, entering a classroom. Soft conversations faded as the teacher made his entrance right behind him. Keith found a free table at the back. When sat, he turned to the window. The subject of the day was “physics on lasers”. Couldn't care less. Outside, the green of the trees poked through the city. People started their day, unaware of what he knew. The boy's gaze followed an old lady walking down the street. Did she knew ? As she turned at the street's corner, he came back to the classroom, folded his arms and closed his eyes. He opened his eyes. Funny ones were observing him. Funny because they were really round. Also very close.

-I feel like there is a 99% probability you’re awake. -Huh… Make it a hundred.

Keith lazily sat down, peered around the room. It seemed an hospital chamber, at first, because of the baby blue walls and the high window. It smelled menthol and antibiotics. No flowers, no wheelchair. No beeping, no drip infusion. Either it wasn’t exactly an hospital, and only god knew what it was then, either Keith was very alone. He couldn’t choose what was worse. -Where am I, exactly ? -In this reality or in the 14 others ? -Huh… In this one, I guess ? -You’re in a special service, for people like you. -People like… What am I ? What are you ? Keith focused back on his interlocutor. Round eyes, eight arms, a beak, it looked like a ferret had a strange night with both a sparrow and a spider. Odd. -I am a bytor, in charge of you for the first steps. You, are 100% a dead human. Keith scoffed. Okay, fine. A dream. You know, those weird dreams, were reality is off and everything is… kind of… wrong. Didn't liked them much but it'll pass. -I usually don’t trust dreams. You’re funny… -Oh, I wish I was. 8 people on 9 I know say I’m not. -You’re not kidding me, are you. -Unfortunately. -Oh-kay, time to wake up Keith ! I've seen enough. -No, you can’t… started the bytor.

Keith jumped out of the bed. The landing was blurry and the world tilted a bit to the right as his vision went white. Shaking anemia out of his system, he turned to the door.

-Do not walk through that… -I’m leaving this dream now, bye, has been nice to meet you.

Keith grabbed the doorknob and crashed the door open . Inhaling, he closed his eyes. And smashed it off on himself. -Ho hey ! Are you here with me ? Knock kno-ock !

Bursting eyes open, Keith reported his attention back to the classroom. Dark skin, annoyed gaze, a highschooler was hungry, and kind of in a hurry. He kept asking.

-So ? Where do we eat ? Pidge’s on the roof. -Oh-okay let’s go.

The teen sat next to Keith grabbed his backpack and went after his friend. Keith stood and followed him. Tall, lanky, tan, he had the chram of those kids who talk themselves out of every situation. He was actually pretty, and aware, and Keith would have done anything to make him happy. Literally. As the boys sat next to their friend on the roof, the three of them started discussing, unpacking snacks.

The view was stunning. The highschool was built on three levels, and allowed the students to enjoy the city from above. On the east, hills, a stream, and further a forest, opposed to the cityside. Bakeries, a mechanic or two, seven-eleven, a video-store. The place had an old-timey, retro feel, even more under the soft sunlight of the late morning. The tallest building was only four floors high.Tracing its skyline with his eyes, Keith started daydreaming once more.

-Ah, you’re awake again ! -My head… Hugh…

Numb, dazed, the teen blinked. The furry creature was still there. He was still there.

-I don’t understand. I slammed a door on my face. I should be up by now. -Yes. And you are already. -This is wrong. I do not know you, insisted Keith, I never went to this hospital. I never came here ! WHY WOULD I EVEN BE HERE ?!

The creature started trembling. Keith, on the other hand, felt a panicked anger bloom inside.

-You do not understand. You are not in an hospital at all. -Then were the HELL, shouted Keith, AM I ! -Hell ? You must mix up with Heaven ? I told you… Keith mouth shut itself. Now anger and panic were not just blooming, they litteraly fed off him. His shoulders dropped. “You’re a dead human”. -This is nonsense… -According to previous case studies, started the bytor, your level of ocytocine should explode and… -THIS IS NOT - ! Adrenaline filled his veins. Situation was not okay. In fact, nothing was okay ! He clenched his fist, tensed from fear, uncomprehension and something deeper. Maybe the creepy feeling that it was, in fact, not a dream. -WHAT I ASKED FOR ! -Keith… Roadlights run through his mind, a vibrating roar filled his ears. His brains shut off under emotions. His nails dug in his palms. -Keith, calm down, released in your system, there is a 46% probabili… -YOU SHUT UP ! -When facing the reveal of their death, people tend to… Oversensitive to the voice, Keith exploded. It was all too much. He was sore and his head hurt from the slammed door and the voice run down his nerves, and the silence and the motor and the road came to his mind and it was so blurry but he… - STOP ! He punched the wall. His fist fused, his knuckles met the hard surface first, cracking loudly. Then his wrist twisted and something snapped. Blood and pain rushed. Keith fainted and fell down. -Hey, are you even listening ? I was talking to you ! -Sorry Lance. No… Look, NASA discovered something on Juno ! -Give me the phone Pidge. Astronomical emergency ! -Here ya go. Pidge, leaned again the rooftop wire fence, handed Lance her smartphone. He scrolled hastily on the article. -It’s blue ! -Like your eyes, blue, like your eyes… Next to Lance, the boy who snapped him earlier to snack there started humming. He smiled soflty as a thought crossed his mind. -Maybe we could go karaoke tonight ? What do you think guys. -Sure, shouted Lance, My highscore got weak last time. I dropped the last high note and i can't do that to Shakira. -Matt has something tonight too so I won’t have any trouble coming with you, informed Pidge, so why not ! -Yeah, mumbled Keith, karaoke night…

Not like anybody could hear him anyways. The bell rang and they left the rooftop off for their next classes. The day went on, hours passing by. Finally, when he exited the hall behind Lance, Keith felt relieved.

He wondered if everything was always going to be like this. Sweet spring air on unbrushed hair, backpacks full of teenage mysteries, breeze making petals float around. Almost all the town had of humans between 13 and 19 was there, goofing at the entrance of the highschool. The group stopped on the sidewalk, separating to head back home.

-Pick us up at 20 ? asked Lance. -I’ll be right there ! Do your homework. -Yeah, sure thing, Hun’, chuckled Pidge. Lance waved at his friend, keys in hand. Pidge, by his side, glared at them, frowning. -We’re not taking blue, are we ? -My baby’s ready to take off, snickered Lance, and I’m the best pilot you have around, Podge. You’ll never take this hell of a schoolbus bus with me around. -If I walk at least I’m sure to survive but sure, give me a ride. The small teen opened her door, grinning. Her brown friend poked out his tongue at her and grabbed the steering wheel. - Buckle up Pidge ! - I’m tied to this car as I am to my life. This was some of the fun parts. Late afternoon, the air warm from the hot day, sun shining through the tree leaves… The car started, a cute Ford Fiesta painted in a soft blue, and everyone suspected Lance to had pick up this one just for its name. Lance never denied and stuck with it.

When the doors closed, Keith inhaled and smelled the iode scented air of the inside. Blue was filled with sea and pool items, bean bags and random items such as bean bags or lightbulbs. Pidge sat on the front row and had printed her shoes to the board. Windows open, Lance was singing slowly as he left the parking lot.

By the time the highschool was out of sight, Keith was sat on the top of the vehicule. Best seat of them all. He spread his wings, enjoying the wind in his feathers. His hair stroked his forehead gently. As they drove down the streets of the town, he smiled brightly. Car rides were Keith’s favorite moment of the day. Death had its upsides. - Do you feel better now ? Keith blinked. Head light, hands neat, he was perfectly fine and back to bed. - What the… What did you do to me ? - I waited. You fainted due to a rush of endorphine let out by your hormonals glands when your wrist and three of your fingers split in two. Also you breached the wall on a five diameter circle. - No, I mean… For my hand… I broke like… Three fingers ! How did it repair ? - Oh. I did wait. Death has it advantages I guess. We still did not figured it out, but your recovery capacities, since you are more of a spirit and less of a material being, are improved and I suspect 36% of the… Keith inspected his hand. Not a single scratch. The bytor looked away. -I’m sorry, dropped Keith, I scared you. -It had a 72% probability of happening. -Still. -Make it a 0% chance of happening again in this reality and we’ll be fine. Keith nodded in response. -Now that this is done, we should leave to the next steps. You see… - no, the blanket needs to be placed here – now that you’re deceased, - more like…- we’ll have you working for us – put it upward – for 58 years, since you died – yes like that – at 17 and thus left your supposed life – yes, yes – to us. - Okay, what ? The bytor moved to the side of the room, next to closet doors. It peered at them, leaning closer. - Since you were supposed to die at 75 – the doorknob is slightly fainted here – you owe us the rest of your life you never lived. You died at 17, do the math. - I get the math part, but why should I work for you ? - You died, the bytor gestured vaguely, unaturally. - And so ? I don’t even remember dying ! - Do you want to ?

The tone was deaf. Bytor stopped focusing on the doors, turning its head to meet Keith’s eyes. He averted them away and gulped. The words sunk in, cold and bitter. He left 58 years worth of life back and should work them out to be relieved. 58 years. He shook his head. - What will I have to do then ? - You’ll make sure this doesn’t happen to someone else. Protect somebody, make him happy… - Are you telling me I’m gonna be some kind of guardian angel ? -Highly probable. -Whomst angel !? -Undefined. You see, the process of attribution of a human is a very randomized process and condition of the choice are regulated in a very special way that - - Okay, cut short. I get it. Huh, thank you ? From one of its hands, the bytor handed Keith a white tunic. The fabric was soft and silky. Very nice. Very… angelic. - I’m not wearing that. - I fear you have no other options in this reality. However, in three others I think you… - No. Way. I’ll look half naked. -I fear you can’t go against the reglementation. It’s a rule here, and it can be VERY dangerous to disobey the rules ! - I’ll wear this when I’m dead. -Sorry then. - Wait, what the… HEY ! Fighting against an eight-legged ferret was one of a kind of an experience Keith wished he never lived. As the creature climbed over him, it took away its clothing, leaving him half naked in the meantime it took to replace it with the tunic. Hands cuffed by two arms, on the ground under what seemed like fifty kilos, Keith had flashing nightmares of the strangest mangas he came across. -OKAY STOP ! I’LL WEAR IT ! -You already do, but thank you for acknowledging. -Oh my… Red to the bone, Keith crossed his bare arms over his half-bare chest and looked down. Bare legs, bare feet. He did not even bothered finishing his phrase. Was this thing even created to cover him ? Because it felt more of an excuse to uncover him. - I hate it. - You can still choose for the - - No. - No shoes then, at least i’m not entitled to making you wear them. Keith suddenly understood why choosing a Bytor for this job. Whoever had no eight arms would have met a very dirty fight. - Lance, couldn’t we change the music please ? - You have something better than that ? - What if I do ? Lance nodded at the radio player. While humming along Rick Asley, he turned left. Pidge pulled out her wires and shrieked. - LANCE ! For fuck’s sake, couldn’t you watch the damn road ? - What again ? - Huh, a friggin’ car coming right, that’s what ! - Hey, did it hit us ? Because I sure have seen nothing ! - Fine. Don’t come complaining when you’ll be dead. Keith snorted. Lance would surely not die, not on his watch no-no. He had a mission and was on duty. Although Lance drive could be easier to manage, but sat on the roof of the car, the angel had seen the other come so long ago that changing its trajectory wasn’t even that hard. Smash mouth blasted from the windows as they turned right, almost ejecting Keith in the process. - You really are made out of meme material, laughed Lance, you know that ? - Don’t you say that, smirked the girl, it could imply we are brother and sister ! They had left the waking area five minutes ago and Slav, the Bytor, led Keith on corridors on and on. All the way down the halls, his tutor voice kept blabbering. If it was important, Keith would never know. Hugging the walls, he noted the building looked like a modern version of an victorian mansion.

A crowded, modern, noisy victorian mansion. It had the size and the maze-feeling of it, but combined with futuristic elements such as pretty blue neons everywhere. Diverses creatures were running, jumping, flying all around them. In a matter of minutes, Keith spotted two angels, a yeti and something that oddly looked like a mothman. How was this real ? He had stopped counting toothfairies a while ago when Slav entered a room.

Away from the multi-creatural hall, this one was filled almost only by angels, a feathery sound emplying the air. None of them had the cliche wings, that being said. Some even had pretty much bat-looking wings. From all ages, the guardians looked mostly tired. A busy day in a busy office, how normal. Slav asked one of them to help him with Keith. Nodding firmly, the angel turned to the walls, covered in librairies. Slav sighed and they hunt through several lockers to find a file.

Keith used this time to examinate the room. In a corner, a chair was surrounded by mechanic gears and computers, screens and technology he could not quite identify. Most of the walls were covered in files stashed on bookcases. Sometimes, “missing” posters and notes would pop. Some really old-looking tapestry hanged from the highest part of the office. Milleniums of death and history.

Slav came back with a bundle of paper in one of his hands. After the incident of the uniform, Keith had completely forgot about the whole ‘protecting and granting a human’ part of his… forced job. On the front page, his name was followed by the mention : 'gardian’. He pouted. - Did I had one ? - A guardian ? - Yeah. Did I had a guardian back there ? - Keith, you died at seventeen. - Oh. - You became what you had not, funny isn’t it ? Funny, right. How pleasant. He suddenly felt like 8 of the 9 people hating Slav's humor. The bytor, totally oblivious to his thoughts - was he really ? - gestured to the chair in the corner. - Please, take a seat here now, we’ll link you to your human with this. - Like, I seat and I’m on earth ? Nothing more ? - Not exactly. It’s a randomized process and you need a link with a earth, as well as a static position. You’ll connect with somebody that somehows needs you, in any universe. - And what… What if nobody needs me ? - Everybody needs somebody. Actually, I think they are 1 billion people of this reality that would need your help, 39% of them mostly to overcome medical condition, 21%… Keith sat down on the chair. It was warm and connected to multiple wires linked all around. Smells like burned plastic and feathers. - This may hurt a little… - What do you mean by a little ? Slav pressed some buttons. An angel nearby landed to record the process, some more stopped rushing to take a look. The bytor pianoted on the computers. Looking concerned. Then panicked. The warmth of the chair was amplifiying. Keith's back started to itch. - Slav… I think something’s wrong, hushed Keith. - I know, the realities process are messing up. It’s becoming dangerous. You might end up somewhere undesired. - I’m sorry ?! - See this blue cable over there ? It’s the reason everything process backward. It seems the SCO composition is turned down. A snake of bundled up wire layed down between Keith’s feet. Somehow, it seemed wet, like if it had leaked. The chair was getting even hotter. Almost painfully. - Ya, I see it. Can I get up ? It’s getting too much hot in there. - DON’T! THE PROCESS HAS ALREADY STARTED ! IF YOU LEAVE YOU'LL END UP LOST IN BETWEEN WORLDS ! - Yeah, but your wires aren’t connected. You’ll retry again later, it doesn’t… - KEITH STAY ON THE CHAIR ! THE REALITIES ARE NOT CORRECTLY…! - …matter. - TIED ! Suddenly, the heat burned. Keith screamed but no sounds seemed to escape. The worlds went blank and everything melted along the chair, and Keith on it. His brain got crushed between his bones, his nerves caught fire and what he tought was pain felt like tenderness compared to what he was living. When the agony took an end, he was lying dead on the floor of a bedroom. “A dream. It was a fucking dream.” The phrase echoed, as if somebody has just said the same out loud.

- I slip you not, Pidge, it wasn’t a dream. I swear, I heard somebody screaming here ! - Lance. I’m standing just here, we’ve looked every-fuckin-where here. There’s no one. - But I… - Huh, I am here ? scoffed Keith, offensed, I mean I know I'm short, but not that short. - Let’s get going. We’re already late and you drive even faster than usual when we are. - Pidge. We’re always late. - I know. That's why I both hate and love you. Two of the three teenagers left the room. The human ones. Left alone, the angel dropped on his knees. After all the unheard screams, a whisper left his lips and sunk into the emptyness of the room. - Fuck. It wasn’t… Feathers run down his spine. A shiny, decorated mirror above some white fancy table reflected him in-between snapshots and necklaces. Pale, almost sickly, draped in a soft fabric. Framed by two large falcon-like wings. Small but heavy on his shoulders as realization sunk in. So here he was, since two days. Following a highschooler from home to classes and classes to home. He wore a tunic, no sandals, tripped in feathers countless times because of wings he didn’t remember possessing ever. He had no idea why nor what. But Keith was dead. And now, he had someone to ward off it. The next morning, in the form of a letter from the highschool, brought answers to the what.

END NOTE : Hope you enjoyed yourself, the writing is very classic in this one but i needed to place the action by going back and forth so here we have the ending of what could be a prologue ! Feel free to tell me if something’s wrong with the language, I’m french (and so will be Pidge), so english’s not my main language !

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Comfort in Hell - Chapter Six

Roy couldn't sleep that night either. The nightmares kept him awake and when the sun eventually rose, Roy pulled himself wearily out of bed and managed to drag himself into his bathroom. He took a quick shower and wiped the mist from the mirror with his towel and took his time shaving, taking comfort in the familiar action. He washed the shaving cream from his face and then took a long hard look at himself. He was surprised by how gaunt he looked and vowed that the first think he was going to do today was make himself a big breakfast. As if on cue, his stomach grumbled loudly. He rubbed a hand over his face, giving the dark circles under his eyes a second glance before he left the bathroom. He dressed in his room, pulling on boxers and pajama bottoms, before he moved into the kitchen and started on making breakfast.

He was just putting his bacon in the pan when there was a knock at the door and he froze. He glanced at the time, frowning at the clock on his wall that told him it was just after 9 in the morning. It was a Saturday. He knew that. Who would be here so early? He sighed and turned the gas off, abandoning food for the moment before moving into the living room. He stopped by the desk, grabbing a pistol from the top drawer before he moved to the front door. He left his gloves where he'd dumped them from the night before. Ed had been right. He was vulnerable, if he used the gloves it might trigger a reaction like before, but the gun's waist was comforting to him, it made him feel strong. He opened the door, hesitantly and kept his gun at the ready, frowning slightly when he saw Ed with his younger – yet taller – brother at his side. Alphonse offered him a cheerful grin while Edward glanced pointedly at the gun with something like respect. Roy sighed slightly and stepped aside, letting the Elrics in.

“I wasn't expecting company.” He muttered, putting the gun away and moving to the kitchen, letting the two teens follow him. “I'm not the best host, and frankly I'm too tired to care.” He mumbled around a yawn, lighting the cooker again. Ed was still watching him, but he said nothing.

“Don't worry about it. Brother and I have been through so much while we were travelling that we don't expect anything from people. You've been through something awful, you shouldn't have to cater to guests. How are you feeling, general?” Al asked him. Roy offered him a smile and a shrug.

“I'm okay, Al.” Roy said. The younger Elric was always much easier to get along with. He was polite and respectful in his manner. He was overly considerate of people, so much so that Roy was genuinely surprised that he hadn't offered to make Roy his breakfast. He glanced at Edward, wondering how much his subordinate had told his younger brother and challenging him to argue. Ed just nudged him away from the cooker.

“Go sit down. You look like you're about to collapse. I can cook.” Ed muttered and with a confused frown, Roy joined Al at the kitchen table. Roy watched the blonde, he was still drawn to him in all his glory. The young adult was gorgeous, and while Roy did tend to go with women more, he'd had been with a few men and thoughts of Ed becoming one of those men just would not leave his mind. Thoughts of pushing his fingers through Edward's golden hair while he sucked on the tender, sensitive skin behind his ear ran through his head. The temptation to trail his hands over hard, defined muscle that he knew lay just temptingly out of sight from him beneath Edward's black shirt was almost overwhelming.

“Hughes is talking of throwing you a party. Just thought you deserved a warning in advance.” Ed added as he cooked. Roy groaned in response. He should have figured Hughes would do something like this. So much for wanting to keep his head down. Roy knew that the place would be protected by Hughes most trusted men. Ed threw him a smirk as he put a plateful of food down in front of him. “I've become a pretty decent cook, but I'm no Al.” He mumbled, almost as though he was looking for acceptance.

Roy didn't hesitate in tucking into the food. It was delicious and Roy couldn't tell if it was Ed's cooking or just because it wasn't hospital food. He had to focus on not delighted moans escaping him and he blinked in confusion as a mug of coffee was put in front of him. He swallowed his mouthful. “Thanks. It tastes great. You're just full of surprises Fullmetal.” Roy said with a small smirk, taking a sip of the coffee. Ed just muttered under his breath and flipped him off and Roy couldn't help the small laugh he let out. He liked how normal this seemed. Ed making him coffee and food while his younger brother sat and spoke animately about his lessons, occasionally telling Ed off or joking about something. They had stayed for hours and by the time that they had left, the sun was low in the sky, lost behind Central's tallest buildings and Roy felt the exhaustion take a hold of him and he fell asleep on the cough in front of a fire that he had let Ed light.

Roy woke up at the sound of bird song. There was an ache in his neck from sleeping on the couch and the fire had burnt itself out. He'd slept all night and into the morning. His phone was ringing and he reached out, grabbing it from the coffee table. “Hello?” He asked groggily, rubbing his eyes.

“Roy boy, what are you like?” The voice was scolding him. His mother, rather, his foster mother.

“Morning Madame. You do realise that this is a stupid hour to be calling? I'm just of the hospital.” He muttered, sitting up. He knew that he was in for a lecture and forced back his sigh. Regardless of how old he got, she would forever treat him like a child.

“I thought that I told you that I wouldn't be happy if you ended up in a body bag.” Chris Mustang scolded him. “You almost did that very thing. I hope the people responsible are not longer a problem.” She said, and Roy knew what she meant. She hoped that he'd killed them all. Hughes must be talking to her. They always had gotten along, even if Madame did get irritated by Hughes constantly showing off his daughter.

“No. Not quite. Maes believes that some of the people involved weren't in the building when I was found. We're working on it. They will not get away with this. You know how my men are, Madame, and you've no doubt heard of Fullmetal. Even if I wasn't concerned with finding them, Ed would hunt them down on his own. He never did follow orders.” Roy muttered. He'd mentioned Ed a couple of times to Chris, and if Maes was in contact with her then she would have no doubt heard of the alchemist. She would also be at the party that Maes was throwing, which meant that she'd be able to read the signs from him that he was attracted to Ed. He just prayed that she kept it to herself, as he was sure Maes was doing. He wanted Ed more than he wanted a lot of things in life, it was as though his body was linked to his, but there was too much risk. It could ruin his career and Ed's. It also made them vulnerable. His abusers knew he was protective of Ed, but he dreaded to think what would happen if news got out that Roy had feelings for the blonde. The most he could hope for would be a quick death.

Roy listened to Chris talk for a while, staring at the bottle of pills on the coffee table that Ed had left out the day before. Al had left to get them a taxi and Ed had lingered, placing this bottle on the table and telling Roy to take care. The tablets were antidepressants, which had first angered Roy so much that he'd been tempted to chase Edward down, but the blonde then commented that he wasn't saying that Roy was depressed, but he'd read that the tablets helped with the treatment of post traumatic stress disorder. He'd been concerned. Once he was off the phone to Chris, Roy took a dose of the tablets that sat in front of him and then he moved into his bathroom and took a shower. He took longer this time, but eventually his legs began to ache and he had to get out of the shower. He dried off and dressed in smart trousers and a shirt. He was going to go for a walk.

Just as he left and headed down the street he recognised the blonde that headed towards him. “Sir, you shouldn't be out on your own. You're still at risk, General.” Riza told him, easily falling into his pace and walking at his side. He smiled at her, shaking his head slightly.

“Riza, you're off duty. You don't have to be so formal with me.” Roy told her. They had known each other for years now, and yet she was still always so very formal with him. He trained under her father, learning the secrets to his alchemy from the tattoo that covered Riza's back at the time. “I can't be guarded all the time. Besides, I'm not the one that is at the most risk. It wasn't me that these men wanted, Riza, I was just a means to an end.” He said, glancing at her. She was tensed, waiting and ready should someone attack them. She was always so professional, and yet, Roy had noticed how she looked at Havoc when she thought that nobody was watching.

“I don't understand what you mean, sir.” Riza admitted from his side. “They told you that they were after someone else? Who are they looking for, Roy?” She asked, watching him but not faltering in her step.

“Ed.” Roy muttered, stopping when Riza did. He glanced at her and sighed. “They're after Fullmetal. I don't know why, they just said that their boss wants him punished for what he's done. The men that took me were asking about him. They wanted intel on him. Where he stayed, how to get to him. They wanted information about his alchemy and how he lost his arm. They were military, that was obvious from the way they held themselves.” Roy explained, waiting for Riza to move before he continued walking. “I should have said something before, but I don't want Ed to know, understood? He's far too headstrong. If he knew that someone was after him than he wouldn't hesitate in looking for them, I don't want them near Ed for as long as we can help it.” He said and he knew that there wasn't a choice in whether or not they'd find Edward. They were determined. They'd find the boy and manage to get him just as they had gotten Roy, but the longer down the road that day was, the better.

Riza nodded her acceptance. “I'll report this to Hughes and the team, sir. We'll set up a guard by Edward, don't worry, we'll be discreet. We all know how Edward gets when he thinks that he's being protected, regardless of how much he needs it.” Riza offered him. She stopped and faced him. “May I speak openly, sir?” She requested. Roy smiled at her, “Riza, again I remind you that we are off duty, you can speak as openly as you choose.” He told her, stopping by her. She seemed concerned. Had she heard something? Was Ed or someone else in danger?

Riza nodded and then looked up at her old friend with a small smile. “Few of us have noticed, Roy, but I know that I've seen the signs and I know that Hughes has too.” She started, dropping her gaze slightly at Roy's narrowed eyes. “You're current attraction is dangerous, Roy. As your friend I would advise you to avoid acting upon it.” “I have no idea what you are talking about.” Roy lied during a pause where his friend watched him so closely that he felt uncomfortable. He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. “Fine, yes. I do know what you're talking about.” He muttered, defeated. How obvious in his attraction had he been with Ed? He thought that he'd hidden it well at the office.

Riza offered him a smile. “Roy, you have no reason to feel bad about this. Its not you're fault who catches your eye, but this is risky. If it gets out, this can ruin your career. Everything you've worked for could be destroyed if a relationship, even one night with him. He's your subordinate.” She said, putting all his concerns in voice and tones. He sighed again and shook his head, holding up a hand to stop her.

“Riza, I know the risks. I am fighting it but I am starting to wonder why. Yes, it could result in my removal from the military. However, I can show them that anything between Ed and myself would not impact on my work, or his. If anything it had potential of improving his work. On another note, it was military men that tortured me – at least some of them were.” Roy added, hearing the anger in his own voice. “The whole system turns against itself at the slightest thing and I'm not sure if I can even begin to fix something so broken.” He muttered, turning back in the direction of his home. “Ensure that the Elrics are defended. I have no doubt that these men will use Al against Edward if they have to.” He said, making sure Riza knew that it was an order before he headed home.

Riza called out to him when he turned from her, but when he didn't listen she sighed, leaving him to head home. Maybe she had over stepped her boundaries, but she was concerned. Edward was much like a fire. He was bright and powerful and beautiful, but he could be a devastating force. She didn't want her friend and superior throwing away his ambitions and career for a teenage boy. Despite her personal feelings on the matter though, she knew that she would always stand by Roy in whatever decision he made. She'd go home and then call Havoc and Maes and get a guard set up around the Elrics' apartment.

When Roy got back home he locked the door, then pulled the curtains closed and then made himself a quick meal. He barely tasted the food as he chewed and swallowed it, his mind too caught up in thoughts of Edward and Riza's words. She was right, but how long could he argue with a need that screamed so loudly that his body and mind ached? Was it even possible to not give into such a passion? His want for the young blonde alchemist was rapidly changing from a want to a need and he didn't know how much longer he could hold off on making a move and just dealing with blacklash. He was growing to think that Ed wouldn't outright reject him either. He'd caught the blonde casting him looks that spoke of similar feelings, but the look was always fleeting and ignored. Edward hid anything close to lust or attraction behind a mask of concern and guilt.

Roy poured himself a whisky and dropped into his couch. He didn't understand Edward's guilt. Maes had told him a few times now that Edward harboured guilt over what had happened to Roy. He took a sip of the amber liquid in his class and sighed, rubbing his head. It hadn't been Ed's fault, it was nobody's fault really, that he'd been taken so why would Ed feel that way. Roy vowed to himself to find that out from the blonde, even if he had to order the answer out of him. He didn't want Fullmetal to feel guilty about this, not after all he'd suffered already.

The nightmare woke Edward up that night. It had been about Roy. He flicked the lamp by his bed on and sat up, wiping sweat from his forehead and then pulling his knees close into his chest. He'd found Roy in that basement, but his superior officer hadn't responded to him. He'd been getting him out of the irons and just gently lying him on the ground when he'd heard a noise so pained and monstrous that it made him shudder and he'd turned around to try and guard Roy from whatever creature had spawned behind him when he was confronted by his mother. At least what he and Al had brought back as their mother. The tangle of limbs and gore. It reached out for him just as a hand grabbed his ankle. He turned to Roy then and found himself staring down at the empty gaze of a corpse. Blood streamed out from Roy's eyes, trailing thin red lines down his face as though they were nothing more than tears. Blood filled his open mouth, pooling and clotting before Edward's eyes. Roy's skin had turned grey and sunken, showing off too much cheek bone and gave Roy a grotesque look. Edward had screamed when Roy sat up, pulling Ed to the ground with the help of his mother's remains.

Ed looked up when his bedroom door opened. Al stood in the dimness of the hallway. Hesitantly he crept into the room and moved to Ed's bed, sitting on the side. “Are you okay, brother?” Al asked him softly. “You were screaming in your sleep. You've not had a nightmare that bad in a long time.”

Ed offered Al a small, unconvincing smile and then looked away. His gaze fell on the window and the open curtains. He'd forgotten to shut them and now the moon and the starlight were washed out by the artificial lights of central that never seemed to dim or go off. Sometimes Ed missed sleeping out with Al, looking up into the darkness of the sky and seeing all those small pinpricks of light. “He's weak and suffering even still and its all my fault Al.” Ed muttered, feeling the mattress dip slightly as Al moved fully onto the bed. He didn't ask Ed to continue, he just waited patiently for his brother to open up and share his concerns. “I didn't go in for my report. He'd been a pretentious bastard all of the day before and I couldn't be bothered with him. I wanted to teach him that I can still disobey his orders and show him that he wouldn't actually do anything about it because either of us care about that stupid report. The investigation had been a complete waste of time.” Ed explained, sighing.

He remembered it perfectly. He'd went into the office the next day and Roy wasn't in. Hawkeye was angry at first but then little things didn't add up and then Kain had come running into the office, panicked and struggling to catch his breath. Kain had explained to them that Roy was missing. His last words before leaving the office early had been a muttered curse about Ed's childish disobedience and then had stormed off with the intention of going to Ed and Al's apartment, but he never made it there. Kain had found his gloves caught on a twig that stuck out of a bush on the route that ran between Edward's and the office. Blood and tears had stained and ruined them, making the transmutation circles worthless, but they were still obviously Roy's. There had been no mistaking them.

Ed explained all of this to Al, managing to keep from crying despite how his throat closed up at times. It hurt to think about, the guilt was crushing him. “If I had just went to the office, Al, Roy would have never left to find me. He wouldn't have been taken. Its all my fault and I can never atone for it. How can I make up for what they did to him?” Ed said, shaking his head. Al watched him for a moment and then took his hand.

“Brother, you cannot blame yourself for that. The general could have been taken at any time when he was alone. They would have been watching him. Besides, you found him and you saved him. You kept him company in the hospital and helped pull him back from that flashback you told me about.” Al said, but Ed refused to meet his gaze and had laid back down in bed. Al moved to give him room, standing up. “The general would never blame you for this, brother. You shouldn't either.”

Ed knew his brother was just trying to help, but it wasn't helping. He nodded his acceptance. “I'm tired, Al. You should go back to bed too.” He mumbled, letting Al leave before he turned the light out again, but he didn't fall asleep until the first hints of sunlight were in the sky. He didn't want to see Roy like that again.

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My ten favorite individual performances in New York stage shows that opened in 2019 are listed alphabetically, with explanations for my choices largely excerpted from my reviews.

Ian Barford‘s role as Wheeler, a recently divorced middle aged man in “Linda Vista,” was remarkably demanding: Tracy Letts’ play lasted nearly three hours, and Barford never left the stage, often delivering long complicated monologues. He was also required to be cruel, to be rejected, to beg abjectly and to engage in simulated sex in the nude. But above all, the actor had to accept that may the audience would hate him.

Always a wonderful actress, Quincy Tyler Bernstine portrayed both the pioneering real-life 19th century nurse at the center of Jackie Sibblies Drury’s “Mary Seacoles,” and several 21st century caretakers, with shades of differences but always keeping a core for all of them that lets us know not just how complicated and heroic Mary Seacole was, but how much she shares with every Mary who has followed.

As Beatrice in the Public Theater’s all-black production of “Much Ado About Nothing,” Danielle Brooks proved herself a Shakespearean actress of a high order – and at the same time redefined what it means to be one. Best known for portraying Taystee in the Netflix series “Orange is the New Black” and for her 2016 Tony-nominated Broadway debut as Sofia in a revival of “The Color Purple,” Brooks is a Juilliard-trained actress. She took complete command of Shakespeare’s language, especially in the feisty character’s “merry war” and “skirmish of wit” with Benedick. But Brooks also created her own language – a body language, whose every expression and gesture brings us clarity and joy….and takes us to the state of Georgia in the year 2020.

Andre De Shields commands the stage of “Hadestown” from the get-go. The show begins in complete silence as the rest of the cast watches Hermes, in his elegant, grey silk suit, slide across the stage, pause, and open a button to show a loud and splendid vest, before trombone player Briane Drye lets out a blast from jazz heaven and De Shields launches into the get-down “Road to Hell.”

Raûl Esparza either had a day job that we didn’t know about, or he spent a lot of time training with a real chef for his role as the hilariously persnickety chef in Theresa Rebeck’s culinary comedy “Seared.”. It is a surprisingly mesmerizing experience to witness the long wordless scene in which Esparza meticulously prepares and cooks a wild salmon dish.

Santino Fontana is a charmer and a great talent – and in “Tootsie” he acted! he danced! he sang in different octaves! After an initial bumpy ride, Fontana seems clearly on his way to major stardom.

Samuel H. Levine makes a breathtaking Broadway debut in Matthew Lopez’s “The Inheritance” as both Adam, the naive adopted son of a rich family, and Leo, a teenage hustler who’s had a hard life. The two characters actually have a scene together!

I normally hate child actors, just on principle, but I cannot deny the extraordinary performance by 12-year-old Aran Murphy in the title role of Hamnet, a play that conjures up William Shakespeare only son, who died at the age of 11. Murphy seemed unfazed by all the elaborate avant-garde theatrics (video experimenting and the like), maintaining a professional self-assurance without being bratty or losing the sense of natural innocence.

Lois Smith as Margaret and Samuel H. Levine as Leo

Every single line Lois Smith utters in “The Inheritance” is more than persuasive; it’s an astonishment. You’re likely to cry just remembering her performance as a mother who rejected her son because he was gay, and has been making up for it since his premature death. The 20 minutes Lois Smith is on stage would be rewarding even for people who didn’t care for the remaining six plus hours of the show. This is an actress who made her Broadway debut 67 years ago!

“Tina” belongs to the show’s Tina Turner, a star-making performance of extraordinary stamina. At the end, dressed in trademark tight red leather mini-dress, highest of heels and tallest of wigs, ascending a staircase of flashing lights backed by a raucous band each in his own Hollywood Square, Adrienne Warner delivers Tina Turner’s greatest hits –and we all rise as one, ecstatic, and swoon..

Amber Gray as Persephone and cast in Hadestown

Paul Hilton, who portrays both E.M . Forster and Walter

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Toni Stone TONI STONE CAST Stretch Eric Berryman Alberga Harvy Blanks King Tut Phillip James Brannon Spec Daniel J. Bryant Elzie Jonathan Burke Jimmy Toney Goins Millie Kenn E. Head Woody Ezra Knight Toni Stone April Matthis u/s Alberga, Millie Melvin Abston u/s Toni Stone Jennean Farmer u/s Elzie, Jimmy, Spec Alex Joseph Grayson u/s Woody, Stretch, King Tut Damian Thompson TONI STONE CREATIVE Playwright Lydia R. Diamond Set Design Riccardo Hernandez Costume Design Dede Ayite Lighting Design Allen Lee Hughes Original Music & Sound Design Broken Chord Hair & Wig Design Cookie Jordan Choreography Camille A. Brown Fight Director Tom Schall Production Stage Manager Charles M. Turner III Director Pam MacKinnon Author of Original Book Martha Ackmann

Lauren Patten (center) as Jo, with the company of “Jagged Little Pill,” performing “You Oughta Know.”

Sarah Stiles as Sandy

Ephraim Sykes as David Ruffin

Michael Benjamin Washington

It’s impossible to cap an appreciation of New York stage performances in 2019 at only ten. There were enough good ones for another top ten, and here they are: Amber Gray in Hadestown, Joshua Henry in The Wrong Man, Paul Hilton in “The Inheritance,” Marin Ireland in Blue Ridge, Joaquina Kalukango in “Slave Play,”April Mathis in “Toni Stone,” Lauren Patten in “Jagged Little Rock,” Sarah Stiles in “Tootsie,” Ephraim Sykes in “Ain’t Too Proud”, Michael Benjamin Washington in “Fires in the Mirror.”

Patrice Johnson Chevannes (Wanda Wheels), Elizabeth Canavan (Rockaway Rosie), Benja Kay Thomas (Queen Sugar), Pernell Walker (Munchies), Victor Almanzar (Joey Fresco), Liza Colón-Zayas (Sarge), Andrea Syglowski (Bella), Neil Tyrone Pritchard (Mr. Mobo), Wilemina Olivia-Garcia (Happy Meal Sonia), Sean Carvajal (Mateo), Kara Young (Lil Melba Diaz), Viviana Valeria (Taina) and Esteban Andres Cruz (Venus Ramirez). Photograph by Monique Carboni

Also: the entire casts of Generation NYZ, Halfway Bitches Go Straight To Heaven, and Octet.

Favorite New York Stage Performances in 2019 My ten favorite individual performances in New York stage shows that opened in 2019 are listed alphabetically, with explanations for my choices largely excerpted from my reviews.

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I always share that story with people. – Quindon Tarver • Martin, at my age, eroticism is reduced to enjoying caramel custard and looking at widows’ necks.’ – Senor Sempere. – Carlos Ruiz Zafon • Melting pot Harlem-Harlem of honey and chocolate and caramel and rum and vinegar and lemon and lime and gall. Dusky dream Harlem rumbling into a nightmare tunnel where the subway from the Bronx keeps right on downtown. – Langston Hughes • Piper leaned toward [Jason], her caramel braid falling over her shoulder. Her multicolored eyes made it hard for him to think straight. “And where is this place?” she asked. “A . . . uh, a town called Split.” “Split.” She smelled really good—like blooming honeysuckle. “Um, yeah.” Jason wondered if Piper was working some sort of Aphrodite magic on him—like maybe every time he mentioned Reyna’s name, she would befuddle him so much he couldn’t think about anything but Piper. He supposed it wasn’t the worst sort of revenge. – Rick Riordan • Sodas use “caramel coloring” to give them that dark, delicious look. Not to be confused with real caramel, caramel color is the single most used food coloring in the world. It is created by heating ammonia and sulfites under high pressure-a process that produces a cancerous substance called 4-methylimidazole (4-MEI). – Vani Hari • The circus looks abandoned and empty. But you think perhaps you can smell caramel wafting through the evening breeze, beneath the crisp scent of the autumn leaves. A subtle sweetness at the edges of the cold. – Erin Morgenstern • The fish are naked. The fish are always awake. 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