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justsome-di · 1 year

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New WIP that will sit neglected until NEUD is done. Introducing: Angel. This is my messy, mini-wip intro.

If you like kpop or stories about messy celebrity drama, then you’ll love Angel. It’s not exactly a romance. It’s sort of like a late coming-of-age story because Angel is a bit emotionally immature and is just now getting teenage experiences at 22.

Here’s a lil excerpt I typed up this week:

Cas Solo, pictured left, with family at Meka Solo’s trial on Thursday. The pop artist attended court in a show of support with the rest of the Solo family while his group mates made an appearance at this weekend’s charity concert, pictured right.

Meka Solo’s trial will continue next week.

“It’s free publicity for the group,” Cas said.

Angel rubbed his palms on his joggers. Dae sighed and laid the newspaper down on his cluttered desk. His desk was usually so pristine and nice, but they had just wrapped awards season and were neck-deep in a contract negotiation year. Angel tried cutting him some slack. Even if he was certain the exact same paper cup of coffee on his desk had been there last week at their last meeting.

“It’s not good publicity, idiot,” Miga said.

“I’m not in control of what the press says about my family! Not any more than you!”

“My family isn’t part of some insane conspiracy.”

“That we know of.” Cas pointed a finger at Miga and winked. “We don’t know what secrets your wholesome parents are hiding.”

Miga sneered. Angel pressed his hands into his knees. He didn’t know why he had to be there. He had done what he was supposed to. He had attended the concert, said something cute for the fans, and promised they would be back to making music soon—even though that was, probably, not entirely true.

He didn’t even drink at the concert! That was a huge thing for him, and he was a little put out that he wasn’t getting any praise for staying sober for a whole event.

Dae waved his hands. “Boys, boys. Calm down.”

“Yeah, Miga, calm down,” Cas said. “My uncle might be going to prison. Have some sympathy.”

“Your uncle isn’t going to prison,” Ste said, rubbing his eyes. He seemed more tired than usual. “At worst, he’ll go to some fancy resort that gets called a prison. Rich political dynasties don’t go to normal prison.”

“And even if he is going to prison, doesn’t he deserve it?” Miga asked.

Cas opened his mouth in feigned shock. Then, quickly closed it with half-lidded eyes. “Probably. Guys kinda a dick, apparently.”

“He laundered money,” Miga said. “He stole money from his campaign funds. And he hates, like, every marginalized group in the country.”

“Yeah.”

“Why even go to these trials?”

“I—“ Cas sighed. He reigned himself in. “You don’t get it. Your family’s perfect.”

“They’re not perfect. They just don’t run political campaign scams.”

Cas looked like he wanted to protest. But he just wilted in his chair. “That’s fair. You got me there.”

“Cas, keep doing what your family wants you to do,” Dae said. Angel didn’t miss how Miga rolled his eyes. “You three, thank you for going to the concert. It was good. Even if two of you boys were missing.”

“I don’t get why Kai couldn’t be fucked to come back for one lousy appearance,” Cas said.

“He’s busy in LA,” Angel said.

“More like getting busy,” Cas laughed.

Miga rolled his eyes again, more dramatically to let his disapproval be known, but Angel caught a little smile. Ste pressed his fist into his mouth and turned his head to the side.

“Yeah,” Angel said. “He’s busy writing music.”

“He’s—oh, Skye.” Cas smile, genuinely. “Yeah. That’s what he’s doing. You’re right.”

“What else would he be doing?”

“Aw, Angel,” Ste cooed. “He’s been with Izzy this entire time. They’ve definitely been finding loopholes in our contracts, if you know what I mean.”

Angel didn’t get it. Their contracts said a lot of things. It was why their current negotiations were going on for months. There were clauses about performing with other artists. A lot about money and royalties and how the boys were credited when they were featured artists.

Maybe Kai was looking for new ways to let them work with other artists. Izzy was great, and Angel could believe that Kai was going to push to record with her one day. Whenever NXT came back.

Angel looked to Dae, ready to ask what loopholes there could be, but Dae looked beyond pissed. His face was red, and his hands were balled into fists on top of the newspaper. The rest of the boys were sinking down into their chairs.

“You boys can leave,” Dae said. His voice was quiet, and his tone was curt.

They all got up and headed out of the ridiculously large office. As they walked out the door and onto the top floor of their agency, Cas threw his arm around Angel, and Angel tried to pretend like it gave him comfort. Ste and Miga walked ahead, toward their security at the other end of the lobby.

Angel missed Kai. He handled himself and the group a lot better than Cas did. When they sat in those meetings with Dae, Kai spoke politely and treaded carefully. And Cas did his best to be there for the boys when he stepped in as pseudo-interim-leader. But it wasn’t ever the same.

Angel loved Cas. More than anything. But Cas lacked manners and didn’t think before he spoke.

Better yet, Kai was normal. Like Angel. He didn’t come from a political dynasty like Cas. His parents weren’t famous actors like Miga’s. His mother didn’t own a wildly popular cosmetic line like Ste’s.

Kai’s parents sang in bars and taught music lessons in Los Angeles. They scraped and saved to help Kai get into the pop industry when they moved back to Cadapor. That was why Kai carried himself the way he did. He knew how hard it was to get to where they were.

And that was why Angel liked hanging out with Eisle so much. Eisle lived in a modest apartment with his modest home studio set-up. He didn’t know anyone who had any ties to anything. It was probably why he let himself be the way he was—long hair, jewelry. He sat with his legs crossed and painted his nails.

No one tied to a public family or a huge record label could ever be free like that.

“Cas?” Angel asked.

Cas’s arm tightened around his shoulder. “Yeah?”

“You don’t believe anything that your family believes, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“They’re conservative. Do you—”

“Oh, fuck no. If I did, I’d have an easy life as a politician right now. I’d take my spot as a legacy representative. Why do you ask?”

“I was curious.”

“I think if I was bigoted and gross and hated immigration and poor people, I probably wouldn’t keep a secret from you guys. Also, Kai is an immigrant. Technically. And he’s one of my best friends.”

Angel wasn’t scared to ask his next question, but his stomach churned in knots. What if Cas ever met Eisle and couldn’t see how great he was? What if he didn’t approve of their friendship?

“So, you don’t hate gay people, either?” Angel asked.

Cas’s arm slackened a little. “No. Of course not. Why are you asking me all these questions?”

“I’m just curious. Your family is in the paper every day, and you’re with them—”

Cas stopped walking. He turned to Angel and laid one hand on each shoulder. His face was serious. More serious than Angel had ever seen him.

“Skye, don’t ever think that I share my family’s beliefs, okay? I have to go to all these trials as publicity stunts. It’s just like the stuff I have to do with NXT. It’s just like that.”

Angel didn’t think it was anything like what they did for NXT’s image. As a member of NXT, Cas got to cuddle puppies and tell people to adopt at their local shelter. He got to donate money to schools and visit sick children in hospitals. He posed at museums to advocate for the arts. He had once planted a tree with an environmentalist group.

As the son of politicians, Cas had to sit in criminal trials. He had been pictured as a child at election parties, confetti the color of the Cadaporian flag swimming in the air around him. He had stood dutifully next to his uncles and grandfather at rallies as they shouted that the country was heading down a dangerous path.

Angel saw a great difference. But he also didn’t know it like Cas did. As long as Cas was with the rest of them, as long as they were NXT, Angel wouldn’t worry.

—

When Kai and Angel first met, Angel was still Skye. He was 14, and he sung at a resort for rich tourists. Kai was 18 and very mature.

They were being scouted by the same agent at the same time, and Kai had shown up to one of his shows to see what “that kid” was all about. It was just a small performance. A few songs that half the tourists listened to and half the tourists ate through. But Kai sat at a table in the back—he would have sat closer, but all the rich people had reservations. And no one was entirely willing to put a local teenager at the front.

After the show, Kai sneaked backstage and found Angel in a dressing room with two other performers. Kai looked like a grown up. He wore a sports jacket that was too big for him—it was from his father’s closet, Angel found out later when their agency made him return it for a proper-fitting suit. He smiled, and he held out his hand for Angel to limply shake.

Angel was so stunned by him that he thought that Kai was from their agency, ready to sign him on for a deal right then. But Kai introduced himself as a fellow scouted artist. Angel liked how he said it. Artist. Angel had been referred to as an entertainer, a performer, talent, kid. But never an artist.

Kai said he had a lot of talent, and he hoped they ended up signing with the same label. Kai was hoping to go solo, but there had been talks about getting him in a pop group. Angel, Kai was certain, was going to end up a soloist. He was great on stage. Kai couldn’t imagine an agency taking the spotlight off of him.

Angel was over the moon at that compliment. Him? A soloist? He didn’t know about that. Angel was just lucky a scout had noticed him among the dozen other people who performed at that resort, all trying to make their way into the music industry.

Kai bought him ice cream and soda at the bar that evening. It was a lot of money, Angel thought at the time. But Kai paid for it all like it was nothing. He pulled out his wallet and handed the bartender wrinkled bills.

Angel still remembered how the ice cream tasted. The sugar lingered on the back of his tongue and on the roof of his mouth. He still remembered the way the glass bottle hit the bar in front of him. The server set it down, hard, and the drink almost fizzed over from the impact. He wasn’t interested in serving Kai and Angel. There were rich people around whose tips got more generous the drunker they got on the resort’s fancy cocktails.

Kai didn’t eat that night. And looking back on it, he probably didn’t have the money to buy Angel sweets and buy himself anything.

Really, that happened more often than not in those days. Kai would buy the boys treats and sit with nothing in front of him. Even now, when they all had more money than they knew what to do with, Kai made sure the others had food in front of them before he bothered with himself.

Angel missed Kai.

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marshallpupfan · 2 years

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So... those Drink & Play bottles.

When I first discovered they released a new wave of these, this time based on the theatrical film, I was ever-so determined to find Marshall and his movie firetruck. Unlike last time, the odds were a little worse now, as they also included Liberty and her scooter into the mix. Finding anything of Marshall meant I had a 1 out of 7 chance, which... isn't the worst odds, right?

Of course, when I first started, I wasn't able to find either of the two I was seeking. Sadly, for a while, I was starting to wonder if I'd be able to find them at all because the store only got a few of these in. Thankfully, they ended up getting some more a few weeks later, and of course, I bought a few more...

Luck still wasn't on my side, but thankfully, after some more tries...

I finally found Marshall! What a beautiful sight... especially given how many bottles it took to find it! Sadly, I still couldn't find his firetruck, and I was really determined to find it. Unfortunately, my odds now are 1 out of 14. Still, I continued buying a few more bottles...

And then a few more...

And then... well, you get the idea. Sadly, still no firetruck.

Before I knew it, I ended up buying way more than I expected. Looking back, I can't say I'm too proud of that. Contrary to what it might seem, my funds are quite limited, so as a result, I may not be buying any new Marshall merchandise for a while. At least these drinks do taste good, and they're full of vitamins. Not a total loss!

But yeah, I ended up buying way too many... and as you'd expect, I ended up getting some duplicates.

...and way too many of Chase's vehicle. Seriously, how'd I keep finding so many of these!? In any case, factoring out all of the duplicates...

I soon discovered that I nearly had the whole set. Not that I intended to do this, mind you, but it just worked out that way. At this point, all I was missing was Skye, Rubble, and of course, Marshall's firetruck.

Going back to the store today, I ended up buying some more again. What did I get this time?

Rubble. Well... now I'm just missing Skye and Marshall's firetruck. Sadly, the rest were all duplicates, so no such luck once again.

Disappointed that I didn't get the one I was looking for, my mother, feeling sympathetic, handed me some cash and told me to go back in and buy some more. I told her she didn't have to do that, but she said she had a good feeling. I figured "what the heck, let's do it."

And the results?

...Yup.

I now have them all EXCEPT the specific one I've been desperately looking for. I swear, this kind of rotten luck can only happen to me.

I still had a few more to open up, but I wasn't optimistic at all. I honestly figured the rest would all be more duplicates, thus more wasted money. I was starting to think I'd have to settle for just Marshall without his firetruck. A moral victory is still a victory, right?

And what did I find after opening the last few I purchased?

Oh? OH?!? Finally!!

After buying waaaaaaaaaay too many of these bottles, I finally got it. I don't know if it was worth it or not, considering the amount of money I spent, but as a Marshall fan, I'm overjoyed to finally get to add both of these to my collection at last! For a while there, I was seriously starting to doubt if Indiana got any at all. lol

And, for your viewing pleasure, here's the whole set. Again, I never intended to get every single one, but I did somehow, anyway. And I don't have to admit how many I bought in total, but just know the number might make me cry myself to sleep tonight. lol

And thus, my Drink & Play journey finally comes to an end... well, mostly. Truth is, I want to buy just one more, but for a reason.

About a month ago, I bought a bottle with Marshall on it, but I left it unopened because I wanted to display it with my collection. At this point, I'm dying to know what's inside it. If I can find one more with Marshall on the cover, then I'm going to open it. If it has his firetruck in it, I'm... well, I don't need to admit just what I'll say. lol

When or if I do this, I'll be sure to let you guys know what's inside!

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casspurrjoybell-29 · 5 months

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Forging Ties - Chapter 33 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

"I guess I'll be coming into town more as well so that I can buy powdered milk for Aris." Nim said.

"Probably not a bad thing all round. Sometimes I let some of the fruit go to waste because I don't need anything I might trade it for but there are more mouths than ever that need feeding right now."

"And more coming," Yore added.

"There are a lot of politics still going on from the human side of things, but we're starting to get mages out. They'll need to eat."

"I'll look into what else we can grow. Vegetables, smaller fruiting plants. Even they'll take months to mature, of course but I'm sure you'll need food then at least as much as you do now."

"We could use your help getting some things planted here as well," Yore said.

"We're building up the area to make space for the mages in the old houses leading down to The Spire. Ultimately, they should be able to support themselves as much as possible. We forget because we know so many Soldiers and Companions but a lot of mages are used for menial labour such as field work. They won't need someone looking over their shoulders every day but I also don't think it's fair to expect them to figure out aspects of growing your own food that would never have been their responsibility."

"Guess I could do that," Nim said. "In exchange for fair compensation, of course. I have a baby to feed now."

"And a Skye," Skye added. "I eat way more than a baby."

"You do, though at least you eat things I can produce myself," Nim said.

"Wouldn't mind trading for some meat, though. Maybe some flour."

"You'll be paid for your work," Yore confirmed.

"I also work now," Skye said.

"I'm a courier. Does anyone have anything they want to be delivered anywhere?"

"Now?" Yore asked.

"Yes, right now."

"Can you deliver a note to my boyfriend down on the beach?" Yore asked.

"Fanner. He's the one with the long, golden hair."

"Yes, that's easy."

"Yeah," Harrison agreed. "Easy."

Yore pulled his notepad out of his pocket again and jotted something down on a page.

He tore it out, folded it in half and wrote something else on the outside before passing the note up to Skye.

"Can I borrow that?" Hamish asked, holding his hand out to Yore.

"I'll write Duran one, too."

"Sure."

Yore passed him the notepad and his pen.

"How did things work out between the two of you, anyway? When you left, you still seemed to be at a point where you were butting heads with one another a little bit when it came to what you wanted. Who won that one?"

"Listen..." Hamish said as he wrote something on a sheet of notepad paper.

"We both won."

"So him, then."

"He's a very handsome man, Yore," Hamish said.

"And a smarter and more level headed one than I gave him credit for. I thought he was drawn to me in a self destructive way but he's shown me that he's a man who knows what he wants. And most importantly, that he's not looking for a substitute master in me. He seems quite comfortable with having shed his shackles."

"That's good," Yore said.

"Fanner's always been very anxious, of course but I think he finds great comfort in the fact that I'm nothing like a master to him. He loves feeling safe. It's something he's never had before."

"Yeah. Duran's made me realise that two people can process that same situation very differently. And also, honestly, that none of them were really in the exact same situation. They all had their own things going on, their own paths through the experience."

Hamish folded his note in half, wrote something on the front and Skye leant down over Harrisons shoulder to take it from him.

"There you are, Skye. That one's for Duran."

Skye nodded.

"I will deliver them and then," he made eye contact with Nim...

"We will be right back."

Nim nodded.

He still looked tense but he would be fine.

Skye would be gone for just a little while and then he would come back and his heart would fill with joy all over again at seeing Nim once more.

He couldn't wait.

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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 years

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It’s Always Been You ~ 143

OUT OF TIME MASTERLIST

IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 3,600ish

Summary: Surprisingly, more secrets come out. A final plan is formed.

Notes: Please read the ending note. You must read Out Of Time in order to understand this. The chapter numbers continue from Out Of Time. (gifs aren’t mine)

“She’s not the only one whose kept secrets, Steve,” Natasha said, once Y/N was clearly gone. “We all have.”

“This is different,” Steve argued, mad. “This has to do with half the universe turning into dust and the man who did it. She should have told us so that we could have—“

“Done what, Steve?!” Tony retorted. “Spent the past five years planning and waiting for something to happen?! That’s not a way to live! I know that because I’ve lived that! I’ve tried to do that!” Tony took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as he backed away from everyone. “I may be the only one who feels this way, but I wouldn’t change the last five years. Yes, I miss people terribly and feel the guilt of what happened constantly. But I finally have the family I’ve always longed for. I have a daughter who is my whole world, and a wife who fights for what she loves.”

“Her telling us everything wouldn’t have changed when Scott came back or when I put the pieces together about time travel,” Tony continued. “Keeping that a secret didn’t change anything.”

“Tony’s right,” Clint spoke up. “It wouldn’t have changed anything.”

Tony and Clint nodded at each other. Tony knew it had to be hard for Clint to admit that, especially since he had lost his whole family. Steve clenched his jaw, frustrated.

“Steve,” Natasha called calmly, “have you ever thought about how many times you get angry at Y/N for keeping things from you?”

“I don’t understand what that has to do with anything,” Steve said.

“You freak and turn around and blame everything on her. Maybe she doesn’t tell you things because she knows that you won’t react in the best way. And you doubt her, so much.”

“How is this now about me?”

“I’m sorry, isn’t everything?” Tony retorted. The two men glared at each other in silence for a moment, the tension getting thick. “I’m going to go check on my wife.”

~~~

“Hey Pepper,” Y/N greeted, video calling her friend.

“Hey Y/N,” Pepper replied.

“Is Morgan up?”

“I’m sorry, I put her to bed already.”

“That’s okay.”

“Is something wrong though? You seem a little down.”

“I just… can you poke me in there for a second? I just need to see her.”

“Of course.” Pepper began heading to Morgan’s room. “She really misses you guys.”

“We miss her too.”

Pepper quietly opened Morgan’s door and reached her hand in so that Y/N could see the little girl on the phone. Morgan was sound asleep, clinging onto the Iron Man stuffy that Tony had bought her. Y/N’s eyes slowly filled with tears as she longed to hold her child.

“Thank you, Pep,” Y/N said softly.

“Of course,” the woman replied.

“Tell her we’ll call her tomorrow. And that we love her.”

“Y/N, what’s up?”

“This is all just getting more real. And I don’t want something to happen with Morgan knowing her parents love her.”

“Nothing’s going to happen. You and Tony are going to be fine.”

Y/N gave her friend a tight lipped smile, clearly not believable. “Thanks for taking care of her for us, Pep. Good night.”

Y/N sighed after hanging up, leaning back against the headboard. She closed her eyes and sucked in her lips. She had never missed her abilities more in the last five years, then at this very moment. She wished she could simply portal herself home, to hold her child. But Y/N couldn’t, and she knew she needed to stay at the compound and finish out the mission. No matter the cost.

“Are you okay?” Tony’s voice was quiet as he leaned in the doorway, worried eyes raking over his wife.

“I’m fine,” she answered, not bothering to open her eyes.

Tony sighed before he walked over and sat himself on the bed. He made sure he wasn’t touching her, not wanting to press. “I let Steve have it after you left. It wasn’t right for him to do that. Red even had my back.” Y/N didn’t respond. “Honey… I’m sorry.” He set a comforting hand on her leg. “I know that I’ve pushed you in the past for not saying anything. But I’m beginning to see the weight that the Stones have placed on you. I’m so sorry.”

“He will never understand,” Y/N breathed out quietly. “He hasn’t been able to since he came out of the ice… I lived 5 years with believing he was dead. I changed in that time and he has never been able to accept that… but doesn’t make it hurt any less. He’s still my twin…” Y/N finally opened her eyes and met Tony’s. She reached out and took his hand from her leg. “Thank you,” she whispered. “For standing with me.”

“I made vows to do so. I never intend on breaking them.”

She pulled him closer to her. She wrapped herself around him, earning a light chuckle.

“Can we stay like this the rest of the night?” She whispered.

“Of course,” Tony answered, kissing her hairline. “We can stay like this as long as you like.”

~~~

In the morning, the couple ate breakfast in bed before venturing out to face the rest of the group. Everyone was seemingly trying to act normal, but Steve. Every time he glanced Y/N’s way, it was harsh. Cold and unforgiving. Tony kept himself at Y/N’s side as the group began going over the Tesseract.

“Our first major run in with the Tesseract, or Space Stone, was back in the 40’s,” Steve explained. He was standing in front of everyone, pictures, videos and information were playing on the screens behind him. “HYDRA’s then leader, Red Skull, was using it to create mass energy weapons. Y/N and I were on Red Skull’s plane when it took off to bomb major cities around the world.” Steve looked at Y/N. “Would you like to tell the rest of it?”

She pursed her lips, trying to keep her emotions in check. “Sure.” She stood up and went to the front of the room. “As Steve said, we were in the ship. I was trying to get to the controls and the Tesseract, when it could knocked loose. It portaled Red Skull away. I…” Y/N paused with a sigh. She hadn’t recounted this story since she woke up. “I grabbed the cube as it fell, burning my hand. Dropping it, it burned a hole in the floor causing both myself and the cube to fall. I grabbed onto it as a fell…” Y/N looked down at her scarred hand, rubbing it nervously. “Howard Stark later found it in his search for Steve and I.”

“After that, it was in SHIELD’s hands,” Y/N continued. “And, from what Carol has added to the record, a scientist who was trying to save the Skrull species. From their Fury began tests on it and began making weapons of his own. That’s how the Battle of New York started… Being control by the Mind Stone himself, Loki came and took the Tesseract. He used it to open a giant portal, letting the Chitauri army through.”

More video footage began being played of that day behind her. The all watched, with those who were there remembering the day like it was yesterday.

“How long did you fight these guys?” Rocket asked.

“About, uh, two or three hours,” Natasha responded. She looked at Tony who nodded along in agreement.

“The Chitauri are the suckiest army in the galaxy. Why didn’t you just blow up the mothership?”

“We didn’t know that was a thing,” Steve said.

“You didn’t know that was a thing?” Rocket laughed. Tony stood up from his seat, shaver in hand. (He was shaving as he was listening.) He went up behind Rocket and shaved some of his hair on top of his head. “Everyone knows— Hey!”

“There we go,” Tony said. “All better.”

“Tony was the one to send the missile up through the portal, successfully destroying the mother ship,” Y/N explained. “I closed the portal.” She looked at Tony, who met her eyes. “Luckily, we all came out of it alive.”

“Not all of us,” Clint commented. “We lost a good one that day. Phil Coulson.”

“Yeah… about that… Fury actually brought him back to life.”

“What?!” Natasha, Clint, Thor, and Steve exclaimed. The four quickly noticed at Bruce and Tony weren’t phased.

“Did you two know about this?” Natasha asked.

“Yes,” Bruce answered, “but only because it was vital. We were helping Skye—“

“Daisy,” Tony and Y/N corrected together.

“—and Y/N with their new found powers. Phil was a big part in that.”

“Those missions… that base you would talk about… SHIELD suddenly resurfacing,” Steve mumbled, putting the pieces together. “You leaving to save your Team… You kept SHIELD and Coulson alive, right under our noses.”

“Again, I was only doing what was right,” Y/N defended herself. “We saved the world countless more times than anyone even realized, including the other heroes in this room…. Coulson’s team is the reason we found Loki’s scepter. And in Sokovia, the helicarrier Fury brought was from Coulson. He had found it and patched it back together.”

“Sif,” Thor whispered. “She was so very vague about the two times she was down here.”

“She was keeping the secret. If people knew that Coulson was alive, it would have changed the game.”

“How did he survive?” Natasha asked.

“It was called the TAHITI Program. Fury directed Coulson to head it. It was meant for a fall of an Avenger. To bring them back if anything were to happen in battle. After years of trials, it was disbanded. The side affects were awful… but then Coulson died. And Fury couldn’t accept that.”

“Who else knew?” Steve asked.

“Besides Fury, Tony, Bruce, Sif, and myself, Maria Hill, our SHIELD teams, and many government officials worldwide. Including President Ellis.”

Steve scoffed. “All the secrets,” he muttered, shaking his head. “This is getting ridiculous.”

“Where is Phil now?” Natasha asked. “Did he survive?”

“He died right before the Blip,” Y/N answered. “Complications from the TAHITI Program and other things that had happened… Please don’t be angry. I understand that it seems like I’ve kept some big things from everyone. But you have to try and understand it from my point of view.”

Everyone was silent, not knowing what to say. Y/N stood in the front of the room, preparing for the attack on her. But it never came. Steve stormed out and the others from the original team followed, including Tony and Bruce. Y/N closed her eyes, trying to keep herself calm.

“I know that I’m new here and don’t know much,” Scott said, standing up to go to Y/N. “But I know that you have a good heart. And that you were only trying to protect everyone.”

She looked at him with a tight-lipped smile. “Thank you, Scott.”

~~~

“It’s just one thing after another with her!” Steve exclaimed. “Is everything a lie? It’s like I don’t even know who she is anymore!”

“Steve, I think we need to stay calm and look at this from her said,” Natasha said. “She has been trying to protect everyone, except herself. The whole time she was going from fight to fight without much of a break.”

“It’s true,” Tony agreed. “I personally witnessed the wear and tear it did to her.”

“When she got shot after SHIELD fell, was that because of Coulson?” Steve asked, marching up to Tony.

“It wasn’t because of Coulson. It was because someone on her team ended up being HYDRA.”

Steve ran a hand down her face. “I don’t know where the lies stop and the truth begins.”

“She never actually lied to you,” Natasha brought up. “She told you what she could and kept the rest to herself. To protect everyone.”

“She still should have told us about Coulson,” Clint spoke up. “He was important to all of us.”

“Coulson and Fury specifically instructed her that the team not know,” Tony explained. “She actually got in trouble for telling me and Bruce.”

“But again we had to know,” Bruce said. “Y/N and Skye—“

“Daisy.”

“—had suddenly gained powers. If anyone was going to be able to help them, it was going to be us.”

“I need some time to think,” Steve said, walking away.

“We really shouldn’t be focusing on this right now,” Bruce sighed, shaking his head. “We should be focusing on the Stones. What Y/N kept from us is not the priority.”

“As long as she tells us any other information that could be of use to us,” Natasha said.

“She will,” Tony promised.

“I can’t imagine she’s taking this well,” Clint mentioned.

“She’s not really showing very much, trying to keep it all in. But I don’t blame her. Steve’s been going after her since he got out of the ice.”

“It’s hurting both of them,” Natasha said. “It’s like they want it to be how is was before the ice. Yet, they both have changed.”

“I don’t think Steve’s willing to see it the most,” Bruce added. “It’s going to tear them apart when we need them to work together the most right now.”

“Together, they can be one of the best teams.”

Tony sighed. “Let’s finish getting the information on the Stones. Then we can worry about the rest of it.”

~~~

They all gathered back together to go over more about the Stones. They finished all the new on the Tesseract and Space Stone before moving to the Mind Stone. It was hard to talk about that one, since Vision was a big part of it.

“Where’s Vision now?” Scott asked.

“We brought him back to the Compound, but the Accords and his own will forced us to give his body to an organization called SWORD,” Natasha explained. “They were forced to dismantle him because of the Accords.”

“We were too late in getting him to Wakanda,” Bruce explained. “So there was no way to bring him back without the Stone.”

“Hopefully that the only permanent casualty we take from all this,” Tony commented, bringing Y/N closer to his side.

“That wasn’t the only life lost,” Nebula said. “My sister, Gamora, she died too.”

They took on the Soul Stone next. There was very little information on it besides what Y/N and Nebula knew.

“Thanos found the Soul Stone on Vormir,” Nebula explained.

“What is Vormir?” Natasha asked, taking notes.

“A dominion of death, at the very center of Celestial existence. It’s where… Thanos murdered my sister.”

Everyone sat there awkwardly, and saddened. Not knowing what to say or do.

“Not it,” Scott said, breaking the awkward silence.

“Y/N,” Steve called, in this stern Captain voice. “Do you know anything about the Soul Stone that could possibly help us?”

“I know that it is a very power Stone in its own right. With it I was able to conjure the spiritual representation of those who are dead.”

“What?” A few gasped. Tony reached over and grabbed her hand.

“I saw…” She paused, swallowing her emotions down. “I saw my unborn son, AJ, my parents, and Phil Coulson.”

“Our parents?” Steve questioned. Y/N responded with a simple nod. “How could you not tell me?”

“At the time we weren’t talking, and it never came up later.”

“I can’t—“

“Guys,” Natasha stood up in the middle, placing herself between the siblings. “Stop fighting. We have something bigger we need to focus on, and if you can’t see that you both can leave.”

“I’m not the one with the problem,” Steve growled.

Holding the tip of her tongue between her teeth, she silently watched Steve. She was trying to put her thoughts together when Tony decided to speak up.

“Seriously, Rogers, cut the bullshit,” Tony said. “I get you’re probably hurt that she never told you anything. But that doesn’t give you the right to make her your personal emotional punching bag. Crap happened and she didn’t tell you, but she’s telling you now.”

“You know…” Y/N began slowly. “I miss the days when it was you, Bucky, and I against the world. Just like you do. The days you trusted me and didn’t doubt me, no matter what… you blame this all on me, Steve? Fine! But communication is a two way street. Just remember that. I’m not the only one that’s kept secrets. Like the one about Howard and Bucky.” That left Steve silent. “I’ll be in the other room, trying to put a plan together if anyone needs me.” She left.

“Go work out some energy, Steve,” Natasha suggested. “We’ll take it from here.”

~~~

Tony found Y/N laying on a table with FRIDAY talking to her about the Time Stone.

“Mute,” Tony ordered, coming into the room.

“If you’re here to talk about Steve, I’m not listening,” Y/N responded, looking at the ceiling.

“I figured. That’s why I came to join you and help.” Tony leaned over Y/N and gently kissed her.

“Uh, guys,” Bruce broke in before the couple could get heated. They turned to see Bruce and Nat standing in the doorway. “We just came to see if you needed any help. Everyone else needed a break.”

“Help would be great,” Y/N responded.

Tony crawled up onto the table, sitting by Y/N, while Y/N sat up. Bruce and Nat came in further and the four of them began going through everything they knew about the Time Stone and trying to form the most logical plan to collect the Stones. After of few hours of nothing coming together, Tony and Y/N were back laying on the table. Bruce was laying on the floor with Natasha leaned up against him.

“That Time Stone guy…” Natasha began again.

“Doctor Strange,” Bruce corrected.

“Yeah, what kind of doctor was he?”

“Ear-nose-throat meets rabbit from a hat,” Tony answered, spinning his glasses in one hand while rubbing his eyes.

“Something neuro,” Y/N clarified.

“Nice place in the village, though,” Bruce added.

“Yeah,” Tony agreed. “Sullivan Street.”

“Hmmm… Bleecker.”

“Wait, he lived in New York?” Natasha wondered.

“No. He lived in Toronto,” Tony scoffed. “Were you even paying attention?”

“Guys, if you pick the right year, there are three Stones in New York.”

Bruce sat up in surprise saying, “Shut the front door.”

~~~

The team was quickly gathered and Y/N explained the best points for them to go.

“Okay, we will retrieve the Soul and Power Stones in space 2014; the Reality Stone on Asgard in 2013; and the Space, Mind, and Time Stones in New York City in 2012,” she told them, pulling the information up on the screens.

“Now all we need are to assign the teams,” Tony stated.

“I’ve sketched out a plan and would like to get everyone’s opinions.”

They all glanced Steve’s way, waiting for the Captain to say something. He simply glared, arms crossed over his chest.

“Shoot,” Clint encouraged, when Steve didn’t speak up.

“So, due to certain knowledge of events, I believe that we need to try and stick to our own timelines, even though it could be dangerous,” Y/N explained. “We know our own timelines best. Where to avoid, where the Stones would be found, all that jazz. With that in mind, I was thinking Thor would go to Asgard, Rocket and Nebula would go to space, and the rest of us would go to New York.”

“The teams need to be evened out,” Steve spoke up, not impressed.

“I was just getting to that. I was going to see if anyone was going to volunteer to retrieve any of the Stones. I believe we need at least two people on each mission. And remember, the space mission is actually two separate missions.”

“I’ll go with Thor,” Rocket offered. “I think I could probably help the best there.”

“Thank you Rocket.”

“I can go with Nebula,” Rhodey said. “I’m not familiar with any of the spots, so I might as well.” Y/N nodded in agreement, making a note of it.”

“I should stay in 2012,” Tony said. “Being back in the Tower, I might have to break into JARVIS.”

“Agreed,” Y/N.

“I’ll stay in 2012 as well,” Steve said. “I also think Scott could be a good asset with us as well.”

“Sounds great,” Scott nodded along.

“Bruce, I was thinking that you and I could go and speak to the Ancient One and get the Time Stone,” Y/N suggested. “I have a feeling it will take some convincing to take the Stone from her.”

“Okay,” Bruce agreed.

“That leaves Clint and Natasha. Since you guys are a good team, how do you feel about hitting up Vormir for the Soul Stone?”

The two looked at each other and nodded, before looking back at Y/N.

“We can do that,” Clint said.

“Awesome,” Y/N responded. “Now we just need specifics for each mission. Break off into teams and use the information to create a specific plan.”

Everyone split off and created plans for their team. Coming back together, each plan was explained.

“Alright,” Steve claimed the attention once the final plan was laid out, “we have a plan. Six Stones, three teams. One shot. Take the night to get things together and rest, we’ll meet up and head out in the morning.”

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No Winners: Chapter Three (Mia & Miles AU)

Read on AO3 | After failing to win a guilty verdict at his first trial, Edgeworth is denounced as von Karma's protege. Mia finds him, alone and traumatized, and decides that befriending him is like picking up a lost, wounded puppy on the side of the road. But it turns out they're connected in more ways than Terry Fawles' death.

It was Friday afternoon by the time Lana knocked on Miles’ front door, holding a thermos of soup and smiling.

Miles stood in his doorway, squinting at her. He wore his pajamas still—a comfortable set of flannel bottoms and a large t-shirt that hung off of his scrawny frame—and his hair was ruffled and messy. Lana could see how it stuck up in the back while the fringe had become frizzy and laid flat against his face.

“I thought I’d check up on you,” Lana said. “And bring you soup.”

“That was… thoughtful.” His voice was hoarse, and it sounded like he strained to get the few words out.

He would have looked adorable if there wasn’t a worrying flush to his face and glassiness over his eyes. But he did look younger than Lana had ever seen him. And smaller. If Lana didn’t know any better, she would have assumed he was a teenager taking a day off school.

She just had to take care of him. She couldn’t leave a sick child home alone.

“Mind if I come in?”

Without waiting for an answer, Lana pushed past him and was walking into the house. His home was cute but definitely belonged to a 20-year-old boy. There was hardly any decor, and all of the curtains were drawn shut—though, the latter could have been due to the poor thing looking like he had just crawled out of bed—leaving the rooms to be dark and stuffy. The kitchen was bare, most notably. The only items on the countertops were an electric kettle and decorative containers that Lana suspected held nothing in them.

“May I ask what you’re doing?” Miles asked, standing behind her as she unscrewed the top of the thermos.

“If you don’t eat the soup now, it’ll get cold.”

If I don’t watch you eat right now, I don’t think you’ll eat at all.

“I’m capable of taking care of myself.”

“Sometimes it doesn’t matter if you’re capable of it or not, it’s just nice to have someone with you.”

She began rifling through his cabinets. She was happy to see full sets of plates and bowls and cups. She wasn’t very happy to see, though, the lack of food on his shelves.

She motioned for him to sit at his island. He did, looking like he was obeying the command of a superior.

“I can make you tea as well,” Lana said, pouring out the soup in front of him.

“Are you always in the habit of inviting yourself into people’s homes and invading their kitchens?”

“I’ve been known to do so on occasion. But usually, people are more accepting of it than you because I’m also known to be a good cook.”

Miles looked down at his soup. He stirred it, mixing up the vegetables and noodles in a whirlpool, and then set his spoon down.

He was tucked into himself, arms discreetly wrapped around his middle. Lana recognized the position as someone who couldn’t stomach the thought of food.

And all of her forged maternal instincts that came from taking care of Ema rushed forward. Really, a 12-year-old girl and Miles Edgeworth couldn’t be too different to look after.

Lana pressed her hand to his forehead. He allowed it, closing his eyes.

“You’re really warm,” she sighed. “Do you have a thermometer?”

Miles shook his head. Lana tutted.

“Do you have cold medicine? Or any medicine?”

“I have aspirin.”

He was barely old enough to take aspirin. Lana prided herself on her knowledge of over-the-counter meds, and she clearly remembered the warning label on the back of the aspirin bottles to not give any to a person under 20. And god, the kid was just old enough to take such a simple drug? He was just entering the final stages of his coming of age?

Lana had had a thought or two upon first meeting Miles that he was truly too young to be in a prosecutor’s office. Not for the uptight, snooty reasons her colleagues had. But because she couldn’t bear to think of the toll it would take on someone so young—so bent on perfection.

“Do you have anything else?” she asked.

Miles shook his head. His eyebrows raised as if he was in trouble and scared of being scolded. It was always the subtle things that made Lana worry.

“Well, lucky for you, I carry everything in my purse.”

As she dug through her purse for her trusty bottle of acetaminophen, he coughed harshly into his elbow. It sounded worse than the night before. Like his lungs were trying to come up his throat. He winced and grimaced and struggled to breathe through it. Lana forgot about the pills and pulled out her phone.

“I’m going to have Mia pick up a few things for you,” she said.

“No—”

“Miles, you’re not going to get better like this. I’ll have her drop off something for your cough and a thermometer at some point today, okay?”

“And what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to make sure you finish your soup.”

—

By the time Mia arrived with a little bag from the pharmacy, Lana was waiting in the doorway with her phone in hand. She tried to smile when Mia met her, but she looked tired and worried.

“Is he okay?” Mia asked.

She tried not to care. People got the flu. People lived through the flu. Miles was going to be fine in a week.

“He’s in rough shape,” Lana said with a shrug. “I’m sure he’ll be okay.”

Mia passed her the bag with the highly specific requested items inside. Two types of cough syrup—antitussives and expectorants. Whatever those were. Lana had said a balance of both was necessary. A bottle of acetaminophen and another of ibuprofen. There was something about alternating between the two that wasn’t explained well over text. And cough drops (of which Mia had bought three kinds), acetaminophen, ibuprofen, and a thermometer. Any thermometer, Lana told Mia.

The shopping list had been followed by a notification that Lana had sent Mia more than enough money to cover it all. There was a note in the money-sharing app that said and buy yourself something nice ;) xo Lana

It had been a nice break from her anxiety-ridden text messages. Mia had bought herself a pack of gum and two lollipops.

“That’s for you,” Mia said when Lana pulled out the second lollipop.

“How sweet,” Lana said.

“Can I see him? I want to look at the scary prodigy all sick.”

“Yeah, but be quiet. He just fell asleep.” Lana led her in. “Why do you want to see him like this?”

“Blackmail. In case he ever tries pulling something, I’ll have a picture of him all snotty and gross.”

“Mia, don’t take a picture of him.”

“Why not?”

“It’s mean. And isn’t your whole thing being anti-blackmail?”

This was different. There would be no one to truly show the picture to. And Miles would catch on to that. The threat would be superficial and empty.

The living room was dark and quiet, and Mia nearly missed Miles on the couch. He was curled up under a blanket, blending into the upholstery. But looking closer, Mia could see how pale his face was and the light layer of sweat covering his forehead.

Lana unpacked the pharmacy bag on the coffee table, careful to not make a sound to disturb Miles. But he woke himself up anyway, his uneasy breathing turning into a coughing fit. A hand emerged from the blanket, and a crumpled tissue in his fist was pressed to his mouth. His cough sounded awful. Mia nearly gagged in sympathy when she heard something deep in his lungs get stirred up.

“Miles, Mia brought you some stuff,” Lana said. “Can you take your temperature real quick?”

She assembled the thermometer. Mia had picked one up with multiple tips in hopes that the fancier it looked, the better it would work.

Lana handed the thermometer over, and Miles laid it under his tongue. Mia was surprised by the lack of fuss he made, and he did close his eyes immediately and seemed close to sleep by the time the thermometer beeped.

Lana slid it out of his mouth for him as a mother would.

“103.5,” she read.

Mia grimaced. That wasn’t good at all.

Miles’ eyes opened, but they didn’t react to what Lana had said. Instead, they fell on Mia with a glare nastier than what he usually served.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I delivered you half of a pharmacy,” Mia said, gesturing to the table. “Be grateful.”

Lana interrupted them. “Miles, if your fever gets much higher, I think I’m going to take you to a hospital.”

And the glare towards Mia immediately changed to a scared look to Lana. He shook his head.

“I’m fine,” he said.

“But if you get any worse, I think you’ll need help and there’s no clinics open at this hour. It doesn’t sound like you’re breathing very well, either.”

It didn’t. Every other intake of breath was raspy.

Miles shook his head again. Lana sat next to him on the couch and brushed his hair back from his face. It was absolutely out of character to allow himself to be coddled in such a way.

How childish he looked, Mia thought. He certainly always carried the air of a brat, but he had never looked so small. So helpless. So in need of a person like Lana Skye.

“Only if you get worse, okay?” Lana said. “And Mia brought you a lot of medicine, so hopefully you start feeling better by tonight.”

But Miles still looked scared, and Mia wondered what his damage was with hospitals. Not that anyone particularly liked having to go into hospitals. They were genuinely acknowledged as places no one ever wanted to be.

“Let’s try to get this cough under control first,” Lana said and reached for one of the bottles of cough syrup.

Hours passed, and Mia stayed. She felt bad about leaving Lana alone with the possibility of Miles needing to be taken to a hospital hanging in the air.

It was also nice to see Lana mother Miles, waking him so often to take a different pill or to press the thermometer into his mouth one more time. When she wasn’t doting on the prosecutor, they snuck into the kitchen to talk like children.

“He really needs a doctor,” Lana said. “But it’ll be best if I can get him to a clinic tomorrow instead of putting him through the emergency room tonight.”

“You’d go with him?”

“Do you think he could drive himself?”

Mia rocked against the countertop. “No.”

“Then, I’d have to go with him. Or someone would have to go with him, and I don’t really see anyone else lining up to escort him.”

Lana picked up her phone and, looking over her shoulder, Mia could see her texting Ema and then Damon Gant. One a reassuring conversation and the other a semi-desperate beg to ask anyone at all if they could do her a favor.

“You know,” Mia said, “if someone needs to watch Ema tonight, I can do it.”

Lana looked up, perhaps embarrassed that she had been caught in such weakness. “Would you?”

“Unless you need someone to wrangle Miles to the hospital.”

Lana smiled. “We’ll see which child needs the most supervision. But if I did ask you to watch Ema tonight, you wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course not. I have nothing better to do.”

“And if I asked you to help me get Miles to a hospital?”

Mia tilted her head back. She had little reason to say no. “Sure.”

—

As the sun was finally setting, coughing turned to choking.

Miles struggled to pull himself up. He rested on his elbows, his head bowed, coughing too hard to take in any fulfilling breaths.

Lana tugged him up so that he was sitting against her. His shoulders heaved and with his coughs, small strings of bile spilled from his mouth.

“Can you get towels please?” Lana asked Mia.

Mia ran down the halls until she found a closet and stacks of towels. It was an unnecessarily large house for one kid. Mia had a one-bedroom apartment with barely enough room to accommodate Maya when she visited. And there was Miles living in a house with, if Mia counted right as she passed them, two bathrooms and a bedroom on the first floor alone.

But she couldn’t be mad at him if his sleazy mentor gave him the money to buy the house. If anything, it was good for Miles to keep whatever that man had already given him.

Mia grabbed all the hand towels and wash clothes she could, wetting a few down, and ran back to the sitting room where Lana was trying to keep Miles up.

“It’s okay,” she was repeating, and Mia could hear Miles mumbling apologies as she handed over the towels.

Lana got to work cleaning up his face and then his clothes. Miles’ thin hands were limp on his lap, only being moved by Lana to scrub at the bile that hand landed on his sweatpants.

“Do you want to change?” Lana asked.

Miles shook his head. He was usually so pristine, Mia was surprised he didn’t want a fresh pair of clothes.

“Okay. We can lay back down for now.” Lana helped him shuffle around until he was lying back down.

She covered him with his blanket again and left one of the damp cloths over his forehead. Mia stood awkwardly off to the side.

“It’s getting kinda late,” Lana said.

“If you want me to watch Ema now, I can,” she said.

“I don’t know. I think I should really get Miles to a hospital, but I think it’ll take at least the two of us to get him anywhere.”

“Is there anyone else who can watch Ema?”

Lana didn’t say anything. Mia didn’t know many people who could really be left alone with a child. Not any that could be called at the last minute.

“What about Diego?” she asked.

“Ema’s never met Diego before. I’ve barely met Diego.”

“Yeah, but he’d probably be willing to stay with her for the night. He mentioned to me once that he likes kids.”

“Miles is a kid, and he doesn’t seem to like him.”

“Miles is 20.”

“I’m 20,” Miles agreed sleepily.

“And Ema isn’t Miles,” Mia said. “She’s… less difficult.”

“Okay,” Lana said. “If he doesn’t mind, tell him I can give him our house key if he meets us here and helps us get Miles into my car.”

Mia didn’t hesitate to grab her phone and begin texting Diego, her newest message harshly juxtaposing her previous, half-flirty ones. Miles whined next to her, telling Lana that he would be okay. That he didn’t need to go anywhere. And Lana gently cooed to him that it would be alright. He needed more help than she could give him, and she and Mia would stay with him.

Mia didn’t remember when she volunteered to stay with Miles in the hospital. She thought that she would be there long enough to get him inside and moved on from the waiting room before going back to her own apartment. She watched Miles cough into his pillow and Lana brush his damp hair back from his forehead and knew that she was well past the point of any further negotiations.

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High pitched laughter echoed down the hall and was accompanied by the loud clang of running feet on the steel tiles.

“Hurry Skye! Before they see!” A mischievous voice whispered in restrained glee. Another giggle followed as two small bodies rounded the corner then hid behind the coffee machine in the lounge area. The first voice shushed the other figure who stifled laughter and hid against their shoulder. Once it was quiet there was a beat of silence before another presence rushed in, gasping for breath. “K-Kids! C’mon this isn’t funny!” An older male with ebony hair that fell over his eye exclaimed anxiously, “Your mom doesn’t want you over here!” The hidden figures didn’t dare move or make a sound. The older boy sighed and pushed his hair out of his face, before fidgeting with his arm that seemed to glint in the light. “God, Stacy is gonna kill me…” He then hurries down the rest of the hall- trying to see if he can still catch sight of them. Once the coast is clear, two small heads pop out of their hiding space. The older one, a boy with brunette hair, grins from ear to ear then whoops victoriously.. “Yes! See I told you we could lose him!” He giggled as he pulled his little sister out of their hiding spot. She pushed her bright blonde hair out of her eyes then smiled excitedly at her brother. She clapped and then spun around in glee. The boy laughed then looked around the lounge with curiosity. “I dunno why mom and Sharper were so worried about us being over here! It looks the same as the other side… same boring lounges and machines-” Then, he pauses as another sound echoes down the hall in front of them. He cocks his head then turns to his sister. “Do you hear that?” She repeats his gesture and listens, then nods enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling. The boy grins then grabs her hand and leads her down the hall, “Let’s go see what it is! It sounds like singing!” They sneak down the hall carefully- trying not to give themselves away to their purser. But, to them it felt like an epic spy mission, and they loved every second of it. As they neared the mysterious sound, they realized they had ventured towards another large clearing- a hallway made completely out of glass so they could see the ocean outside. They marveled at the sight of the ocean going out as far as the eye could see. The creatures swimming in the distance and the plant life swaying in the currents. But, what truly caught their eye was the source of the sound. A man with a long blue tail speckled with bright blue spots was circling the open ocean by the base, his long wing like fins trailing behind him gracefully. He was twirling and singing- his voice mesmerizing and melodic. And, singing alongside him were two rabbit rays, seemingly dancing around him. The kids come to the glass to watch, entranced by the performance. They had only seen the hybrids once- and they seemed so scary! But this one… he’s just singing and swimming. He looks like he could even be nice! After a while, the merman seems to sense something and turns around only to meet the eyes of the two curious little humans. His face flushes, embarrassed now that he knows he was being watched. The rabbit rays stop their dance and bump into the mer’s side, as if trying to get him to start up again. He shushes them and pets their heads before swimming up to the glass.

He smiles awkwardly and tries to wave, “Uh- Hi there! I… didn’t know I had an audience…” “You sing really pretty!” The boy pipes up and the merman laughs, messing with his hair. “Oh! Thank you! I guess it’s… in my dna you know? These guys are the natural singers-” He pets the rabbit rays again who have come up to his side to observe the children as well. “Oh cool! I didn’t know rabbit rays could sing!” The boy exclaims, excitedly, “Or that you could pet them! Are they nice? What’s their names? And your name!” The rabbit ray mer blinks at the rapid fire questions then laughs, “Well- their cries sound kinda like singing so i just try to sing along! Rabbit rays tend to keep to themselves… but they’re very gentle. Other fish don’t bother them because their skin is poisonous-” He then blinks again and chuckles to himself.

“Oh and- I’m Chase!” He then points to the rabbit ray on his side, who seems to favor one side as it swims, one of its fins seeming smaller. “And this is Bunny- and this is Grayson,” He points to the other rabbit ray who spins then lets out a cry like a sung greeting. Bunny seems to shy her way behind Chase’s back but peeks back out to look at the kids.

The girl laughs and jumps up at the rabbit rays, her eyes sparkling in amazement. The boy presses more up against the glass and then exclaims, “No way! My middle name is Grayson!” Chase cocks his head in confusion, “Middle… Name? Why do you have more than one name?” The boy makes a face as he thinks of this, “.... i don’t know why- but that’s what my mom calls me! Conner Grayson Brody- that’s me!” He then puts a hand on his sister’s head and messes with her hair. “And this is my little sister, Skye London Brody!” The girl grins through her messed up bangs and waves at Chase. Chase waves back and smiles, “Well then- Nice to meet you Conner Grayson Brody and Skye London Br-” “You don’t have to say our whole names!” Conner laughs, “Just Conner and Skye is good!” “Oh- okay! Nice to meet you- Conner and Skye.” The merman smiles then swims down to be more at their level, looking at them curiously. “...you two are quite small for whitesuits… are you still growing?” The two look at each other then giggle, “I guess so!” Conner replies, “We’re just kids- so it’s gonna be a while until we’re as big as the adults!” “I see…” Chase comments and then smiles at them fondly, “...You two remind me of my brothers when they were very small… when I first met them they were all so tiny… I was always the biggest- now they’re all as big as me!” He laughs, “Maybe one day you two will be big like us too!” Conner’s eyes grow big as he gasps and presses up against the glass, “Could we get cool tails like you too??” Chase balks at this then thinks, “I dunno- Maybe! I dunno if humans can grow tails like us… seems like it could be possible though!” The kids gasp and dance at this, excited. “We never get to swim! I wanna swim all day long and see all of the ocean!” Conner exclaims, zipping around the room with his arms outstretched. Skye jumps up and claps. Then, a female robotic sounding voice pipes up from where she is saying, “Me too! Me too!” Chase chuckles as he watches them, “Why can’t you go swimming now? Isn’t that what white suits are born to do?” The two kids stop and then look at each other. Conner messes with his suit under a big poofy sweater and looks down. “Mom says we can’t stay in the water long if we ever have to go- she says it's too dangerous. Even though- she goes out all the time…” He grumbles and kicks his foot- which seems to clang metalically against the steel tile below.

“Why does she get to and you can’t?” Chase asks. “I know it’s cuz of my stupid leg-” Conner grunts- then lifts up his suit leg a bit more so Chase can see. He didn’t know why he didn’t notice it earlier. Conner’s lower leg is all silver and made of metal. There’s a small ball joint at the end of his calf that attaches to a foot shaped metal piece. “Mom says I can’t swim well with this… and i can’t swim with only one leg either.” He sighs then points to his sister. “And Skye is too little… and Mama says her brain doesn’t work very well so that’d make it hard to swim. Or call for help if we need it- since Skye has to use her PDA.” The merman tilts his head like a confused animal, “Use her PDA? To talk?” Skye jumps up then pulls her PDA out of her jacket. She quickly pokes around on the surface then looks up at Chase with a bright smile as her PDA speaks with a robotic female voice. “Hi- I am Skye!” She giggles then types out, “I like your blue. You sing good!” Chase seems amazed and he swims to be closer to Skye, smiling from ear to ear. “T-That’s- that’s amazing! Oh Skye, you need to meet my brother Jamie! He can’t talk well either- maybe you can teach him how to do that!” The kids look at each other in wonder then back at Chase with excitement. “Really? Your brother is like my sister??” Conner breathes. “Well- he had an accident when he was little- I dunno if his… brain doesn’t work like you said- which seems weird to me! Skye seems just fine- just like my brother!” Conner scratches his head, “Mmmm mama calls it something else too- she uses lots of fancy words cuz she’s a doctor. I think… it’s called.. A...au-tis-m? But yeah Skye seems just fine to me too! She just likes things a certain way and doesn’t like loud noises and needs help to speak!” Skye nods and then spins around as if to say, ‘See I’m all good!’ Chase smiles warmly and nods along, “Yeah.. I know all my brothers need help here and there… so it doesn’t seem bad to me~.” He looks at the horizon line then back to the kids, ‘It’s still light out, if you two wanted I could take you to go see Jameson!” “Really?” Conner gasps excitedly. “Yeah! I could also teach you some cool tricks to swim better- I taught Bunny to swim even with her wing.” The rabbit ray in question seems to recognize her name and she swims in front of the kids and lifts up her damaged wing to show her swimming just fine. The kids exchange a look then grin and nod, taking off their outer clothes to get to their wet suits underneath. “Mom shouldn’t mind if we have a grown up with us who can swim!” Conner exclaims, looking super giddy. Skye straps her pda to her hip then jumps up and down. Chase giggles at their excitement then swims to where a hatch to the outside is. “Here! We can be super quick-” “HEY! STOP RIGHT THERE!” A shrill female voice suddenly rings from the hall. And before the kids can blink they’re being scooped up and/or dragged away from the door by a panting frazzled looking blonde woman. The black haired boy from earlier is hiding behind the doorway, watching with worried eyes. “W-what the hell were you two thinking?!” The lady screeches, adjusting her hold on them and looking at them sternly. “You cannot go out into the ocean alone!” “But Mama! We weren’t going alone! Mr. Chase was gonna take us!” Conner whined as he pointed outside towards the merman. The mother turned to the window and glared burning hot daggers at Chase. There’s a moment of confusion lingering in her gaze, like she might be trying to place him… like she’s seen him before. But, the anger comes back tenfold soon enough. “You-!” She spat, charging towards the window and pointing at the merman threateningly, “Just what were you trying to do?! Were you trying to drown my children?!”

“What? N-No I would never-!” Chase tried to argue. “Well then are you stupid? Are you blind?! My son has a metal leg! He can’t swim! And my daughter is only six! They were just in a ship crash!” The mother seethes, holding Skye’s head against her neck. The girl is shaking slightly and cupping her hands over her ears. “I- I…!” The rabbit ray mer tries to explain himself but the mother hears nothing of it. “You- you hybrids need to stay away from us! If i see you talking to my children again, I’ll be forced to do something drastic! Understood?” Chase backs away from the glass and shrinks in on himself. He nods timidly. The mother glares at him one last time before snorting and starting to walk away, one hand stroking and trying to comfort Skye, the other dragging a distressed Conner behind her. The boy turns to look at Chase with tearful eyes. It breaks Chase’s heart. He presses back up against the window and tries to smile at him, waving goodbye. Conner chokes on a sob but tries to smile and wave back. Skye peeks her head up and waves tiny little fingers at Chase. Then, the hall falls silent again. Chase sighs and lets himself sink into the sand below. Grayson and Bunny come up and nuzzle up against him, breathing bubbles into his hair and singing soft sad melodies. Chase looks up towards the base and tries not to cry. He has a good feeling though… those humans were nothing like the white suits he’s known before. And he has the feeling they’ll definitely meet again.

#septnautical main story #refugee arc #conner brody #skye brody #rabbit ray chase #stacy brody #huffle tales #i dunno what else to tag this as XD #but yay STORY!!!#here's to 6more months waitingg for the nextttt #hopefully not but based on patterns |D #drawing stuff helps me #write better so maybe expect more doodles in the future XD

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When Stars Ignite - Chapter 3

HPHM Rockstar AU

A/N:

General Warning: This whole fic has a general warning of being NSFW / 18+. We will give specific warnings for every chapter in itself, but several adult themes will be more or less present in every chapter, may it be explicitly or in mention. These include sexual topics, drug abuse, (ab)use of alcohol, smoking and a whole lot of cursing.

Specific Warning: Mentions of alcohol, mentions of NSFW content, suggestive NSFW content

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Find the masterpost here, the previous chapter here and the next one here. The songs featured before every chapter can be found on this pretty badass playlist here.

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This work is a collaboration with @the-al-chemist

Taglist: @slytherindisaster @carewyncromwell @night-rhea

Chapter 3: Dirty Little Secret

I’ll keep you my dirty little secret

Don’t tell anyone or you’ll be just another regret

Hope that you can keep it

My dirty little secret

~ The All-American Rejects - Dirty Little Secret ~

All three girls watched as Orion left the private area of the nightclub, two of them looking confused, one of them trying her hardest not to laugh.

“What’s got into him all of a sudden?” Merula asked, looking baffled.

“Seems like Jameson’s show rattled the poor guy alright,” Skye cackled.

Lizzie joined into her laughter. “As if. I don’t think anything could shake him, let alone me.”

She hid her smirk by taking a sip of her cocktail.

The next fifteen minutes felt like an eternity to Lizzie. She passed the time by listening to Skye and Merula’s chit chat, sipping her drink and nodding from time to time. She had to fight the urge to bounce her foot in impatience and not glance at her watch repeatedly. Not quite succeeding, Lizzie caught herself tapping her finger against her glass to the beat of the music; she willed herself to stop.

When she had finally finished her drink, she rose from her seat, stretched her already aching back and smiled at her remaining two friends.

“I’m afraid Orion had a point earlier, I always forget how exhausting playing a full show is,” she yawned and reached for her bag. “I’ll get a cab back home to get some sleep in.”

“Alright, let us just finish our drinks and we’re ready to go,” Skye said immediately, but Lizzie could tell she wanted to stay for a little longer; she always did.

“No, it’s alright, go and have some fun. Once we’re out of London there won’t be much time for that anymore.”

Skye scowled at her. “You sure? Not that keen on you going back all by yourself.”

Merula rolled her eyes. “Just let her go, if she wants to. If she gets kidnapped, no one can chew their captor’s ear off with that awful cheeriness like her. We’ll have her back in no time.”

Usually she would have shot back at Merula but right now Lizzie was glad she was playing into her hands. She was buzzing to get out of the nightclub, so when Skye tried to speak up again, she just shook her head.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll text you once I’m back, alright?”

Without giving Skye another chance to reply, she smiled at both of them, turned around and walked towards the exit.

The cool air of the summer night felt wonderful compared to the stuffiness of the packed nightclub as Lizzie stepped outside. She buried her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket and bowed her head as she passed the group of photographers always present in front of high profile establishments like this.

It was her luck that they cared more for soap stars and minor starlets stumbling home on the arm of a football player than one relatively sober person leaving all on her own. It was only a few clicks and flashes she had to make her way through before the mob had already focused on the next familiar face emerging from the doors behind her. She just hoped she had waited long enough for no one to make the connection.

Checking the message on her phone telling her where to go, she quickly walked a few steps away from the crowd until she reached the entrance to a small side street. Turning her head, Lizzie made sure no one was watching her before she stepped into the darkness of the alley. Anyone still in possession of half of their senses would have told her to stick to the main street, but Lizzie knew where she was going.

A smile stole onto her face as she walked towards the figure stepping out of the shadows.

“What the hell took you so long?”

Ignoring his question, Lizzie sped up her steps until she had reached Orion, grabbing him by his jacket and pulling him towards her. Her lips crashed onto his and his arms immediately went around her as he kissed her with the same desperate hunger she was feeling herself.

She buried her hands in his dark hair and sighed against his mouth as she felt his hands wandering over the curve of her waistline before his fingers hooked through the loops of her jeans.

“So fierce tonight,” she chuckled as they broke apart for a moment. Both of them were breathing heavily, Orion’s skin feeling hot to her touch. There was a fire burning inside his eyes that made her shudder.

“You did keep me waiting,” he murmured into her ear. His breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of her neck was giving her goosebumps all over and he knew that full well.

“I couldn’t really down my drink in one go and run after you, could I? Your fault you left so early.”

She would have loved to go straight after him but that would have been way too suspicious; their little affair - if one could even call it that - was a secret both of them very much intended to keep from the others.

“After that show you’ve given? What did you expect?”

She had to laugh at his words, her eyes twinkling with promise as they found his. Her finger traced the line of his jaw, the stubble of his beard biting into her fingertip.

“I knew you’d love it.”

She rose onto her tiptoes to reach his ear as she whispered, “Want me to remind you what else my tongue can do?”

“I don’t think I’m the only one eager for that.”

Despite herself, Lizzie’s breath hitched and she bit her bottom lip as she felt Orion’s hands travel downwards from her waist. He stopped over the back pockets of her trousers, squeezing her bum as he captured her lips in another searing kiss.

Her head spun for a moment, dizzy from exhaustion, alcohol and Orion’s touch. She had to will herself to break away from him again, this time taking a step back out of his reach.

“Come on then,” she purred, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger as she looked him up and down, “What are you waiting for?”

But Orion knew how to play her game as well. Mirroring her grin, he simply walked past her in the direction of the main street, not sparing so much as another look. He passed so closely that he was almost brushing against her; the electricity between them was palpable and Lizzie felt her mouth go dry as she watched him from behind.

Orion waited a moment before motioning for her to follow him when he was sure no one would pay any attention to them.

While they were waiting for their cab, not being able to touch Orion when all she wanted was to feel his lips on her skin almost killed Lizzie; judging from his tensed shoulders and nervous fingers drumming against his leg during their ride home, that feeling was mutual.

It was no use, though; as long as they were in public, there was nothing they could do. Making out in the alley with a bunch of reporters around the corner had already been a hell of a risk.

The drive to Orion’s place in Nottinghill felt like an eternity; by the time they had finally reached his flat, Lizzie’s skin was positively tingling. Not being quick enough for her taste, she plucked the key from his hand and unlocked the door herself before stepping into the dark hallway first.

She turned around in the doorframe, shooting him a cocky smile over her shoulder.

“Are you coming? I think I promised you a show.”

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The pale sunlight of the early morning seeped into the room from the skylight above Orion’s bed. Falling onto Lizzie’s face, it made her stir in her sleep, slowly waking her up from her dream. She tried holding on to it for a moment longer, but it drifted out of her grasp as her body was waking up until it was completely out of reach.

Sighing wistfully, Lizzie turned around and propped herself up onto her elbows. Her lips curved into a smile as her eyes fell onto Orion, who was still sleeping next to her. He was lying on his stomach with his face buried in the fluffy white pillows, his breath deep and even.

Now, in the light of the new day, Lizzie could see the bright red scratches running over his shoulder blades. She blushed a little; maybe she had gone a little overboard in the heat of the moment.

The sight of Orion’s maltreated back made the memories of last night return to her. The thought of his rough fingertips exploring every inch of her body, the sweet bite of his unshaved cheek against the inside of her thighs sent a pleasant shiver down her spine even now. The way she had relished the feeling of his skin against hers as he had coaxed wave after wave of pleasure from her body made her realise how starved she had been for his touch.

It almost surprised Lizzie how quickly sleeping with Orion had become her favourite way of winding down after a show. The sex was fantastic and the fact that no one knew what they were doing was only adding to the excitement. They were aware that it was one of the band’s most important rules they were breaking time and time again: No meddling with the other members. According to Ethan, getting involved with each other could cause nothing but trouble.

However, Lizzie was enjoying their time together way too much to just give up on it like that; free from any form of commitment, it was a bonus to their friendship neither of them wanted to miss. She could definitely confirm that Orion’s fingers weren’t only nimble when it came to playing the guitar.

Without really thinking about it, Lizzie reached out towards him. Her fingers were tracing the lines of the tattoo covering the whole of his back, from the now slightly scratched eagle wings spanning from shoulder to shoulder, down to the woven circle of the dreamcatcher the eagle was carrying in its claws. Her fingers tiptoed lightly over the pattern, joining up the beads worked into the web. Orion had told her that each of them represented a memory dear to him; she noticed he had some new ones added since the last time she had seen it.

Some of the inked feathers flowing down from the circle past beneath the eagle’s tail were new to her as well. Her fingers were wandering over them, dancing across his lower back.

Completely consumed by what she was doing, Lizzie hadn’t noticed Orion waking up. She jumped as he spoke to her, her eyes flying towards his face.

“What are you doing?”

Orion’s head was turned towards her, his eyes still closed, but a cheeky smile was playing around his lips.

Lizzie was spared an answer when he opened his eyes to look at her. “I’m surprised you’re still here.”

Realising how his words must have sounded, his smile turned softer as he closed his eyes again. “Don’t stop though.”

Setting her hand onto his back again, Lizzie let her fingers wander up his spine. She lightly tapped them to a rhythm only she could hear and noticed the tiny shiver running through him when she brushed them downwards again, her fingernails grazing his skin ever so gently.

“You never stay the whole night when we’re touring,” Orion murmured sleepily.

Lizzie hummed in response, not taking her eyes off the beautiful picture painted on his skin.

“I missed this,” she murmured under her breath, more to herself than to him.

“I missed you.”

Caught by surprise at his words, her movements stopped abruptly. Orion’s eyes were soft as he watched her, taking in his shirt hanging loose on her body. Her open hair was still a tangled mess from last night

“Why would you say that?” Lizzie laughed, trying to mask her being caught unaware with a poke to his ribcage.

Orion laughed along and evaded her by rolling onto his side. He quickly caught her wrist and held it away from him. A grin formed on his face as he shrugged.

“Because it’s true; nothing relaxes me more than you do.”

Lizzie snorted. “Is that so?”

With a laugh, he let go of her hand and let himself fall back into the pillows. “Do I look not relaxed to you?”

“If anything, you look overly smug to me,” Lizzie shot back.

She grabbed her pillow and hit him with it before quickly jumping off the bed to get out of his reach. She searched her jacket that was among the pile of clothes littering the floor for her phone and a hair tie, all the while feeling Orion’s eyes on her.

When Lizzie had found what she had been looking for, she tied her unbrushed hair back and straightened up again. Unlocking her phone, she quickly scrolled through her messages.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Orion getting up as well, stretching his back.

“Come to think of it, I might have overestimated how balanced my body is this morning,” Lizzie heard him complain, “my muscles hurt like hell.”

She didn’t even bother looking up from her phone. “Tell me about it.”

Orion finally caught her attention when he stepped closely behind her. “I could do something about that, you know.”

Lizzie had to stifle a sigh when he gently began rubbing the tension from her shoulders, knowing exactly where her tight spots were; he had developed a knack for this she had come to appreciate.

Enjoying his touch for a moment longer, Lizzie pulled herself together and shook his hands off. She turned around, holding her phone up for him to see.

“Forget it, I have a breakfast date.”

“With Charlie, I presume?”

“Charlie is busy interviewing that new pyro guy.”

Orion tilted his head. “Who else then? Someone I need to be jealous of?”

Lizzie chuckled at the notion. “Only if you consider Skye as competition. But we both know you’re not the jealous type,” she shrugged. “And why would you be, anyway?”

She started gathering her strewn about things. “In any case, I need to get ready. I could really use a hot shower.”

Looking down at herself, still dressed in Orion’s shirt, she plucked at the collar and chuckled. “You’ll get this back another time.”

She turned to leave but didn’t make it far. Orion’s arms closed around her from behind, his lips nuzzling against the exposed skin of her neck. “Your wish and mine don’t necessarily rule each other out.”

Goosebumps were spreading all over her skin at his touch but she pulled herself together and broke free of his embrace.

“Tempting, but no. I can’t really show up at Skye’s place wearing last night’s outfit or, even better, your shirt.”

Her smile turned into a smirk as she looked him up and down, taking in his bronzed skin, lean but still muscular build and tousled black hair, regretting her decision already. “I might take you up on that massage later, though.”

She tried to leave a second time before she could change her mind, but Orion caught her wrist, pulling her back towards him.

“Do I get a kiss?”

Lizzie was already smiling; she had anticipated the question. He always asked it before she left, and her answer was the same every time. “You already got much more than that.”

She took a step back towards him, rose to her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. “Maybe next time.”

Orion laughed as he finally let her go. “I’ll get my kiss one day.”

Lizzie dipped her head back as she laughed and turned towards the door. “We’ll see about that.”

#hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hphm au #rockstar au #orion amari #lizzie jameson #when stars ignite #besties collaborate

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fantastic-bby · 4 years

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Nova

Pairing: (F)Reader x Hyunjin

Word count: 3k

Genre: Angst || Fluff || Fallen angel!Hyunjin

Summary: When you’re assigned a human, you never expected to fall as hard as you did. Out of self benefit, you ask your deities to make him an angel when he’s taken before his time. The only problem is that humans who turn into angels are given stricter rules than pure blooded angels.

Warnings: Demons || Mentions of death

Masterlist || Chan - Maive || Minho - Kira || Changbin - Skye || Jisung - Blair || Felix - Lia || Seungmin - Raisha || Jeongin - Avia

“Are you stupid or are you stupid?” You cross your arms over your chest as you glare at Felix. “God, the whole deity council is going to kill you!” You smack the upside of his head which he responds with a scowl. “I told you to be careful around Lia! Now you’ve gone and revealed yourself to her!”

“It’s not just like that! She’s agreeing to become an angel. That means that I can bring her up here when I tell the council.” He’s so hopeful. You let out a sigh as you pinch your nose bridge with your thumb and index finger.

“They don’t just accept anyone anymore. Not after Hyunjin.” The mention of a former guardian makes Felix whip his head to look at you.

“Do you… still talk to him?” He knows it’s a sensitive topic for you; having your lover turned into a fallen is nothing a guardian enjoys, but Felix is genuinely curious.

“Sometimes it feels like just talking to him might get me thrown out as well,” you sigh. He purses his lips into a straight line. “I just wish he had been more careful with what he was doing. He didn’t even mean to lose his human.”

“Guardians can’t completely guarantee a human’s protection, we can only guide them through their lives.” Felix tries his best to reassure you, but the ache in your heart for Hyunjin still remains after all the years that have passed.

“I know that—Hyunjin knew that. He just… he just missed one too many details.” You would’ve cut off ties with Hyunjin by now if you didn’t agree with the council’s decision to kick him out at least a small bit. Every night, you find yourself on Earth, perched on the top of a tower while you watch the moon slowly move through the sky.

“Here again?” The familiar voice makes you turn around to see Hyunjin approaching you with a small smile on his face. Your own lips curl into a smile you can’t hold back when you see your lover sitting beside you, his legs hanging off of the edge of the building.

“I miss seeing you everyday,” you confess as you lean your head against his shoulder.

“I’ve missed you too, my angel.” His arm moves around your waist to pull you closer to his side. Maybe it's a tragic love story—or maybe it’s just not meant to be. Whatever it is, you love Hyunjin too much to just leave him in hell, which is why you’re always in the human world. You just want to see him; even if it’s for a moment. “Has the higher ups caught you yet?”

“Even if they do, I honestly don’t think I’ll do anything about it,” you mutter softly. “I just want to be with you again.”

“Don’t get yourself kicked out for me, (Y/n). I know that Skye did it, but I don’t want you to come down.” Hyunjin gently moves his hands up to your head, guiding you to lay in his lap. “I’ll tell you that comparing the two, hell is not for someone like you. You’re too pure for that place.”

“What about you? You didn’t even mean to end up in there.”

“Yeah well,” he sighs softly as he gently pushes a few strands of hair off of your face, “I can’t change the mistakes I made.” You look into his crimson eyes, your hand raising to cup his face.

“I remember when your eyes were brown,” you softly claim. “I remember how soft and beautiful they were. Now, they look deceiving and mischievous.” Hyunjin lets out a chuckle.

“These eyes are now made to deceive. I can’t be as soft as I used to be or else I’ll get punished by the Lord.” Your bottom lip juts out slightly into a pout.

“My poor angel," you coo. Hyunjin blushes lightly. "You'll always be my angel—no matter what happens."

"I've missed your touch," he hums as he takes your hand from his cheek to his lips. Hyunjin didn't mean to get his wings ripped off. It was just one too many mistakes, and it was too big of a mistake. Hyunjin remembers the day he was told that he was losing his wings. He was hoping that he would be forgiven. “Please, I won’t do it again. I-I promise. Just let me stay, please.” He was on his knees in front of the higher deity who sat before him.

“Three strikes, Hyunjin.” They shook their head. “Your wings will be taken from you and you’ll be sent down to hell to join the fallen.”

“Other than those, I’ve been good!” he reasoned. “P-Please, (Y/n) will be heartbroken.” Hyunjin lowered his head to the ground. “She brought me up here. I promised her I would be by her side forever.”

“You’re of human blood. Your blood isn’t pure. The more mistakes you make, the easier it is for you to turn evil. We can’t afford that.”

“B-But,” he sat upright to object, but the deity stopped him before he could.

“The decision is final, Hyunjin.” Once again, Hyunjin lowered to the ground. He let out a sob as he imagined having to break the news to you. You were the reason he was an angel in the first place.

As every angel does, you were finishing an assignment; the assignment being Hyunjin. He remembers the first time you came to him clearly like it had happened so recently. You showed up while he was waiting for the bus home. Hyunjin didn’t pay you any mind at first, but when he kept seeing you so regularly, he got more and more curious about who you were.

“Hey,” he greeted, making you turn to him. “Did you move here recently? I’ve only seen you taking this stop recently.”

“Yep,” you nod. “I moved halfway through the school year since I had to move so suddenly.” Actually showing your appearance to your humans was always your go-to method. Slithering your way into their lives made it easier for you to do your job since you could keep better track of them.

“Ah, I was wondering why I was seeing you so suddenly. I’m Hyunjin.” Such a simple introduction that started your bizarre friendship with your human. Hyunjin was a wild card. He was always doing the most random things at the strangest hours.

“(Y/n)! Come down to the park!” You sat up in your bed, turning on the light to check on the large clock that stood in the corner of your bedroom.

“Dude, it’s three a.m.?” Your statement only made him even more persistent.

“Don’t question it and just come!” You pulled yourself out of bed, dragging yourself out of your home tiredly. Even though you were an angel, you still valued your sleep a ton. The fact alone was the reason why you were so grumpy as you approached Hyunjin who was sitting at the swings all by himself. Well, that fact and also the fact that you already knew he was in no actual danger.

“Mind letting me know why you woke me up so suddenly?” You glared at him. Hyunjin dismissed your bad mood and just took your wrist in his, dragging you all the way to the lake nearby the park.

“You have to be quiet,” he whispered as he laid stomach down onto the grass. You were too tired to question him and instead just joined him. “There,” Hyunjin pointed, the excitement lacing his voice. You turned to where he was pointing and you gasped when you saw a large deer drinking from the lake.

“Woah,” you breathed out. It shouldn’t have been such a surprise considering the fact that the neighbourhood Hyunjin lived in was right next to quite a thick forest. “It looks so pretty,” you claimed. Hyunjin nodded silently beside you.

“I always come out here in the middle of the night since the deer around this area only seem to come out at night to drink from the lake.” He turned to you, his mind filling with glee at the realisation that he now had someone who could join him in watching the deer.

“That makes sense. There’s no humans around to scare them off,” your words were soft and were mostly just you thinking out loud, but it made him smile. The two of you watched the deer until it hopped off into the forest, disappearing from your line of sight. By then, you were ready to just head home and plop yourself back into your bed, but it seemed as though Hyunjin had other plans. “Hyunjin, if I eat now and go to sleep, my face is gonna get all puffy when I wake up,” you whined as you let the brown haired boy drag you to a nearby convenience store.

“Then just don’t sleep,” he shrugged, “you sleep early anyway. Six hours of sleep is not bad.”

“I sleep early because I want to sleep more,” you groaned. Once again, Hyunjin dismissed your mood and just pulled you into the instant food aisle. You watched as he grabbed two cups of instant noodles before running to the large fridges to pull out two bottles of iced tea, heading to the counter where you just watched lazily.

Once he came back with the noodles, you cooked them with the water from the large water boiler. “Inside or outside?” Hyunjin questioned.

“Inside’s too cold,” you simply stated. He nodded without another word, the both of you making your way outside to where a small plastic table was. You silently ate together. The silence was comfortable; that was the first thing Hyunjin noted about you. You didn’t need a lot of things to be comfortable. You wouldn’t exactly deny it either. Even though you were an angel, you preferred more simple things. You didn’t treat your position as an otherworldly being as such a big thing. You just liked food and sleep.

Hyunjin appreciated that you did. It really didn’t take much for him to fall in love. Six years worth of friendship and he realised he just loved everything about you. You would be lying if you didn’t love him back. He made you feel safe. There was a charm about Hyunjin that was strong enough to make an angel fall in love with him.

“I think I love you,” he confessed when he broke the kiss. You stared at him, your mind battling between your heart until your heart made the decision for you.

“I think I love you, too.” You had to admit that you had never seen Hyunjin happier than when you confessed your love on the beach, the sound of the waves crashing against the shoreline and the slowly rising sun just adding to the ambiance that was nothing less than romantic.

“I can’t believe it took us six years before we realised it,” Hyunjin chuckled. You chuckled as well, scooching yourself closer to him where you leaned your head onto his bare shoulder.

“I know right,” you muttered. You knew the consequences of dating a human. You just had to hope that the deities wouldn’t figure out—even though you knew very well that they watch over the entire world—and that you could play it out smoothly.

When a few months passed and you still haven’t heard anything from the higher ups, you just assumed that you were in somewhat of a greenlight. The only thing was that Hyunjin was getting more and more prone to injuries. There was a weird energy surrounding your human. Something that didn’t feel like energy from an evil entity, but energy that just didn’t sit right with you.

At one point, he got so hurt that he was taken way before his time. Which was why you made a deal with the council. Well, you honestly did it because you were in love with him. “He’s been good.” The higher deity raised an eyebrow.

“You’re a good angel, (Y/n).You’ve never failed a task and we assume that this is the first time you’ve ever courted a human.” Without much other objections, the deities gave you the responsibility of bringing Hyunjin up to heaven with you.

“W-Where are we?” he questioned nervously.

“I brought you to my real home,” you hummed. With you by his side, Hyunjin slowly started to ease into his new surroundings, his fear slowly switching to curiosity.

“So, you were my guardian angel?” he asked when you had explained everything. You nodded. “And you asked the deities to give me a chance as a guardian too?” You nodded once again. “Does this mean we get to spend the rest of our time together?”

“Exactly why I asked for you to become a guardian. You don’t even have to get another home, you can live with me like how we did before on Earth.” Your suggestion made him smile widely.

“As long as I get to be with you, my angel.” It was funny to you that Hyunjin gave you ‘angel’ as a pet name without even knowing what you truly were. “Well, it was fitting for you then and it’s even more fitting for you now,” he chuckled when you brought it up to him.

You stuck by Hyunjin’s side for the first few of his humans, helping him to understand what he should and shouldn’t do when he’s on the job. Your lover watched how you worked intently, wanting to do it right to be able to stay with you. Humans were given less chances than angels did only because the deities knew that trust towards humans had a chance of being more unstable compared to angels.

They simply lacked the purity that angels were created with.

“You have to be careful with this,” you advised as you watched him grant his human dreams.

“Like that?” he turned to you. You nodded with a smile.

“Exactly like that, my love.” Hyunjin was a fast learner and that you were mildly glad of. He caught onto what he had to do very easily and soon, you didn't even need to stick by his side. Instead, the deities decided that separating the two of you would be fruitless and simply assigned humans in the same area so that the two of you would end up staying in the same home.

"How's Chia?” you asked when Hyunjin stepped into your shared home. When he looks at you with a completely pale face, you realise something must’ve happened.

“S-She—Fallens came—t-t-they killed her,” he stammered out before completely breaking down. Your eyes widened and you quickly moved to his side, pulling him into your embrace and wrapping your wings around him for comfort. “I-I didn’t know what to do,” Hyunjin hiccuped, “I-I-I thought I c-could’ve saved her.” You bit your lip as you thought about it. Chia would be his first strike.

“It’s okay, love,” you hushed softly, “it’ll be okay. It’s just a hiccup in your work. We’ll get you back on track, okay?” You wondered why he didn’t just ask you for help. You didn’t give that wonder much thought—your attention moving to soothe him because you knew that he would have to talk to the deities about this. “We can figure this out, Jinnie.” You held him tightly against you, letting him cry out his feelings. Losing the first human is rough for every angel. That fear that wells up inside of you when you realise just how bad losing a human really is… it’s pulled a few guardians out of their positions.

It took a while before Hyunjin was ready for another assignment. That time, he was less confident in himself and had asked you to watch over him. You agreed, of course. You just didn’t want him to lose his confidence completely and have himself thrown out of heaven.

Over time, he slowly regained his confidence with watching over humans. Some of them lasted longer than others and some only lasted a few years, but Hyunjin was more careful with them. That is, until he banished a fallen angel on sight.

“Hyunjin! You can’t just do that!” you scolded frantically when you saw the fallen angel disappear into black smoke.

“I-I panicked!” He turned to you with wide, scared eyes. That was strike two and you knew the deities were already starting to get wary of Hyunjin. The third strike was him being too careful. He had accidentally revealed himself to his human and let them slip past his fingers into the influence of a fallen angel. It just so happened that your human at the time was halfway across the world from your lover, preventing you from helping him in any form. “P-Please don’t cry,” he whimpered when he saw the tears streaming down your face. “Please, (Y/n),” Hyunjin took a step closer to you, his hands moving to cup your face. “I’m so sorry, my angel.” Your arms wrapped around his waist, hugging him tightly.

“T-They’re being t-too unfair,” you sobbed against his chest.

“It’s the rules,” he swallowed thickly. He was willing himself not to cry in front of you—not when you were already so broken with him having to leave. “Every chance I get, I will try to see you.” Hyunjin’s words only made you hold him tighter. You didn’t want him to leave; not when you brought him up to be with him forever.

“P-Please,” you whimpered, “d-don’t leave me, Hyunjin.”

“I have to go, (Y/n),” he muttered. “If I don’t leave on my own, they’ll banish me and I won’t be able to enter the human world either.” Hyunjin pulled away to look you in the eye. “They can’t stop us from meeting. As long as I still love you and you still love me, that’s all that matters.” He pulled you into his chest once again, peppering the top of your head with soft kisses. “I’m sorry, my angel. I’m sorry I disappointed you,” he apologised once more before he disappeared. You crumbled to the ground without Hyunjin to support you, your dream of having him be a guardian by your side ripped out of your hands.

“I love you, Hyunjin,” you sobbed, bringing your knees to your chest as you allowed yourself to break down in the living room of your shared home.

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Got any thoughts on Cypher?

[ cypher headcannons I ]

✎↷: psh, do i? i love cypher! not as much as my baby killjoy, but he is a baller character. i think he’s honestly a very essential part of the team, not just for his info but for the fact that he is literally the most invasive/curious agent out there. you kind of need that in every group dynamic, right?? yes killjoy is mentioned a lot in here but no you cannot change my mind that cypher and killjoy are phineas and ferb together!

cypher has a lot of sides to himself. the moroccan gets along with mostly everyone in terms of team synnergy, but he could go places with just how differently he acts around certain agents. with killjoy, he’s playful but snarky, having to compete with having her genius brain and her ‘your mom’ jokes. and with raze he’s more of a slightly tired older brother who’s looking after his sister, but is still relatively engaged in what she’s doing. it’s cute.

with that being said, when there’s even the slightest whiff of romantic tension in the room, cypher just has to get his hands on it. it was just so entertaining to see these half-human half-war born messes dance with the complicated feeling of love, and he’s had his fair play of matchmaking over the years. could you blame him? it was a reality show come to life.

killjoy, sage, and cypher are a trio. without a doubt. they are the heathers to your candy store, the mean girls to your wednesday. killjoy is definitely the glue between the two, however, since she’s great friends with both cypher and sage. it’s like trying to get your possessive best friend to get along with your equally possessive older brother, but they somehow make it work. cypher and sage have learned to get along with each other and just accept that the other was going to be there, whether they liked it or not.

on the contrary, the agent who cypher gets along with the least is reyna. her intolerance towards radiants had gotten under his skin a few times, but what bothers him more is her incessant picking on killjoy. cypher has come to the little engineer’s defense more than a few times, even fought tooth and nail for her once. his relationship with reyna is a bit torn at this point, but neither parties care much for it anyways.

believe it or not, cypher is actually a prankster. it’s so subtle at times that it could easily go pointed at jett or phoenix, and he relieves his mischief by gathering blackmail and inconspicuously spreading it. he might not be entirely proud of this hobby of his, but entertainment is entertainment, right? so if skye wakes up to a picture of her latest private project, she wouldn’t mind since it obviously wasn’t cypher. right?

cypher can’t wear his mask everywhere. it would make him look suspicious, so all he does is put on what hiding k-pop idols might wear in public. once, breach asked him to pick up some groceries, and had turned around to see cypher dressed in all black while wearing sunglasses, a sun hat, and a whole scarf as a mask. the man had a good laugh that day, to the moroccan’s dissent.

before, when cypher had still been working on his equipment, there were a few.. malfunctions. malfunctions as in his own hat skuttling off of his desk and running down the hallway. it was incredibly embarrassing for the man, having watched brimstone and sova go on a whole goose chase to catch the hat. when they finally did it, brimstone had fallen in a heap on top of sova’s body, and the wheeze that left the russian’s body was both ghastly and horrifying. cypher wasn’t sure how the wide-brimmed hat had even managed to pull it off, but he took that occasion as a warning to never work on his kit with the door open.

cypher is good at giving massages. he has a surprising knowledge about which areas to push down and how much tension he should give them, and often gives them out to agents if they ever ask. and, damn, you better get yourself some of cypher’s massages before they run out. no one wonders why cypher knows this, and even the moroccan himself wouldn’t tell just how he had gathered this expertise.

(he used to give his wife, nora massages after she came home from work. the movements are engraved in his very bones.)

cypher is equal parts cat person as he is dog person. it’s why he keeps an eye out for the strays that pass him by at the headquarters, buys a little more cat food just to tend to them. the whole protocol looks out for these stray animals, but cypher has found that they are a surprisingly comforting relief when he needs a breather from everyone else. the man has a soft spot, and when he came back in with cat scratches on his arms and knees, cypher just gave a shrug of his shoulders and a sly wink. that seems to shut people up pretty quickly.

#valorant #valorant rp #valorant cypher #valorant headcannons #valorant scenarios #scenarios #headcannons #cypher #killjoy #sage

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Forgotten Ties - Chapter 16 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

The cabin wasn't even in sight yet when Nim emerged from between the trees looking wary.

He watched the two of them for a moment before lifting his hand in a cautious wave.

"Hello," Aris called out.

"This is a bird lady I found in the woods," Skye explained when Nim got closer. "Her name is Aris. She says there are other people who we could go and join and I said she should talk to you and Marigold about it."

"Well, we'd better go talk to Marigold about it, then," Nim said. "I'm Nim, by the way."

"Oh," Aris said like that meant something to her. "Your mum isn't named Talvi, is she?"

Nim had been turning to start leading them back to the cabin but that brought him to an immediate stop.

He turned back to Aris.

"You know my mum?"

"She's with the other group. She wanted to try to find you but she didn't know where to even start. When she was in prison, they wouldn't tell her where you were."

"So she's out now? She's okay?" Aris shrugged.

"Well, she's a mum. She'll be okay when she has you back with her and not before. But yeah, she's in one piece, which is more than can be said for the prison she was being kept in."

"Fuck," Nim said as he smoothed a hand through his dark hair. "I really thought she was dead. I made myself just accept it. But she's not. She's alive."

"Last I checked, yeah," Aria said. "Let's get back to your other friend and I'll explain the rest."

Nim seemed deep inside his own head as they walked back to the cabin.

He wasn't smiling but Skye didn't think that meant he wasn't happy about his mum.

Some kinds of happiness were too deep and raw and overwhelming for smiling.

Nim must have told Marigold he'd smelled something strange before he went off to find them because she was the only one outside of the cabin when they got back. "

Hi," Aris said.

Marigold shot Nim an uncertain glance.

"Hello."

"This is Aris," Nim explained. "She's in contact with another group of people who are hiding out. She says my mum's with them."

Marigold's eyes went wide.

"Your mum? She's okay?"

"Aris said so and she knew my mum's name, so... yeah. She's okay."

The door to the cabin cracked open and a couple of tiny faces peeked out.

Jay tried to get them away from the door but it only ended up getting pushed open wider to reveal even more children.

"Oh," Aris said. "You have little kids with you."

"Yeah," Nim said. "Kind of a lot of them, actually. That's not a problem for the other camp, is it?"

"Staying there? No. Getting there?"

Aris pressed her lips together and tilted her head from side to side.

"If you've been out here at least a few days, you probably don't know but a brand new mountain range has been rapidly growing and it's between you and the other camp. It's unnaturally icy and getting bigger every day."

"A mountain range?" Marigold asked. "What do you mean?"

Aris shrugged.

"I mean what I said. It's growing up out of the ground. The Fae can do a lot more than any of us realised and ever since the humans got violent, they've not holding back anymore."

"So what does that mean for us?" Nim asked. "Are the kids too little to make it across?"

"I don't know," Aris admitted. "It would be dangerous but it's also dangerous for you to stay here where you'll probably eventually be found. The humans aren't so big on taking prisoners anymore. Not unless you're a mage. Things are getting messy in their own way there, let me tell you but enough of them have surrendered that they're the only group that aren't shot on sight at this point."

Marigold sat down on the rough wooden fence that encircled the garden.

"It's been less than a week. Things are really so bad already?"

"Yeah but they may as well be, right?" Aris asked. "Rip the bandaid off and get started on the path towards whatever comes next."

"Are we going to go over the mountains?" Skye asked.

"We have to," Marigold said. "If Nim's mum is on the other side and the journey's only getting harder by the day, it's not even a choice. Aris is right, anyway. We're not safe here."

"Thank you," Nim said. "I wouldn't abandon you if you wanted to stay but... my mum."

"I know," Marigold said. "One of us deserves to have someone."

"Great," Aris said. "I'll be honest, my plan was to just scout people out and point them in the right direction but I'll stick with you instead. With the kids, you'll need all the help you can get."

"Thank you," Marigold said. "The only problem is that we're really not equipped to climb an icy mountain. I tried to pack warm clothes and practical shoes for the kids but I wasn't expecting them to survive more than a trek through the woods and some slightly chilly nights."

"There's an abandoned town not too far from here that's along the way," Aris said. "You could pick up some things there."

Nim frowned.

"An abandoned town?"

"Well, abandoned as of yesterday. See, the humans decided that the best way to reduce the enemy threat was to cremate the bodies of fallen hybrids so that the Fae couldn't bring them back as anything else."

Aris let out a breath through her nose and shook her head.

"Yeah, like that'd work. You know what broke your mum out of prison, Nim? A big, dumb rock the Fae brought to life. Smashy smashy. If you take everything else away, they'll use sticks and leaves and geriatric tortoises to make something to fuck you with if they really want to. But hey, they also won't say no to a bunch of corpses all in one place and that's what happened to that town."

"That's awful," Marigold said. "Just... all of it. This is terrible for everyone."

"That's war for you," Aris said. "Though normally there are at least a handful of rich fucks who come out ahead. Not sure anyone's really winning this one."

"Hmm," Marigold agreed. "Well, if the mountain range is only getting more hazardous with time, I suppose we should leave right away. I'll get the children ready."

"Okay," Nim said. "I'll get everything useful packed up."

"And I will eat a snack," Skye said. "For walking energy."

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A Soldier’s Daughter - Chapter IV

Summary: Their time in Kaer Morhen has come to an end, so Skye and Geralt leave the Witcher Stronghold, heading back to Temeria to get answers to Skye’s burning question.

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia/OFC

Word Count: 8,653

Previous Chapters: I II III

Rating: PG-13 - Witcher!AU, Language, Slow Burn, Fluff, Angst, Surprises and Shocks

Inspiration: The Witcher on Netflix, with instances of the Games and Books.

Author’s Note: Tell me what you think! Thank you to the marvelous @wondersofdreaming for the encouragement and beta!

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Their time in Kaer Morhen was coming to an end, there was only a month left before the first thaw of Spring and the path was clear enough for Geralt and Skye to make it back down the mountain and trace their steps back to Dorian in Temeria.

Skye was anxious about returning home to face her parents and find out the truth about her ancestry, she didn't know how to feel about the prospect of finding out she was a Quarter-Elf, but she knew Geralt's words in Roach's stable were right; no matter the outcome, she would still be herself.

“Morning, Geralt.” Skye smiled as he entered the dining hall for breakfast.

“Morning.” He smiled back at her, sitting across from her at the table, his steaming plate of breakfast already waiting for him. “Did you sleep well?” He asked, digging into his food.

“I did, and you?” She replied, picking up her own fork.

“I did.” He answered, nodding and giving her a soft smirk. “Are you sparring with Vesemir today?” He asked, washing his bite of food down with some ale.

“I am, right after I finish here.” Skye nodded, focused on finishing her breakfast so she wasn't late; Vesemir was a stickler for promptness.

Geralt nodded his head back and a comfortable silence fell over them as they finished eating, then went up to the training room with her. Skye frowned, as she stepped into the room and didn't see Vesemir there waiting for her, like he had been everyday for the last two months. Geralt smirked and grabbed a sword off the wall and faced her.

“You'll be having a different teacher today.” He chuckled, seeing her surprise.

“Oh, this should be good!” Skye laughed, grabbing her own sword. “I beat Eskel's butt four times already and I've kicked Vesemir's just as much. You think you can do any better, Geralt?”

“Oh, I assure you, I can.” He grinned, spinning the sword in his hand. “I'm not as old as Vesemir or as hot headed as Eskel can be.” He told her, stepping into the middle of the room. “Unless, you're scared?”

“You'd like that, wouldn't you?” Skye teased back, moving to join him.

“Not really.” He shook his head, planting his feet. “I like that fiery nature of yours, though.” He smirked and raised his sword.

“Get ready for a fire storm then, Witcher.”

Geralt chuckled at her and stepped forward, swinging his sword in a tall arch and down, forcing Skye to step back and twist to the side to dodge it. She flared her eyes at him, twisted her sword and struck back at him, Geralt dropped his blade down, half dropping to a knee and blocked her blade from connecting with his leg. Not pausing, Skye yanked her sword back up, righted it in her hands and swiftly smacked his exposed shoulder. Geralt laughed, then swiped his thick arm out, knocking her feet out from under her.

“I know, he taught you to stand on those toes.” He commented, straightening up and extending his hand out to her.

Growling, Skye took his hand and let him pull her up back onto her feet. As soon as she was back on her feet, she hooked one of her feet around his ankle, pulled, and drove her shoulder into his chest, sending him to the ground.

“He did.” She grinned, proud of herself. “He also taught me that!” She giggled at him. “So, two for me and one for you.”

“Are you going to help me up?”

“No!” She laughed, backing away from him. “Took all my body weight to get you down there to start with.” She blushed, waiting for his next move.

“Smart girl.” He teased her, getting up.

They sized each other up and started again, blocking, circling and trying to trip the other up, the more they went at each other, the quicker they moved, finding their rhythm together. Skye started noting Geralt's proclivity of twisting his thick body to put more force behind his swings and sword movements. It amazed her that someone Geralt's size was so agile and fluid in his movements, they reminded her of a dancer or a ballerina, which made her snort.

“What's so funny?” Geralt panted, tilting his head at her, sweat on his brow.

“No, you'll cut my head off, if I tell you.” Skye shook her head, similarly out of breath and sweaty. “It's not very—Witchery.” She explained, slowly losing herself to a fit of giggles at the image of Geralt in a tutu.

“Come on, out with it, mouse.” He felt himself grinning at her, a giggle bubbling in his own belly.

“I'm not a mouse.” She replied, tears in her eyes from laughing so hard.

“You sound like a mouse, when you giggle, and you're the size of one.” Geralt informed her, licking his lips.

The sound of their laughter rang out in the training room, echoing out the open doorway and into the hall. The sound caught the attention of Vesemir as he was coming down from his private rooms and followed it to the open training room door. Peeking around the corner, Vesemir cracked a smile seeing Skye and Geralt standing in the middle of the training mat, their sweaty faces, red with exertion and laughter, their shoulders shaking as they continued to laugh at, and with, each other. It warmed the older Witcher's heart to see the two of them finally loosen up with each other, letting down guards, bias and protective walls, allowing their full personalities free.

“You reminded me of a sword wielding ballerina, when you fight.” Skye finally managed to laugh out. “All you need is a tutu and you'll be set.” She leaned on her sword as she laughed even harder, picturing Geralt in all his normal Witcher gear and a frilly pink tutu around his waist, in the heat of some dire battle with a fearsome monster of yore.

Geralt let out a loud laugh, getting the same basic image Skye had floating around her head. “People will undoubtedly fear me even more with a tutu on.”

“And be jealous of your fashion sense.” She chuckled, shaking her head. “Shall we finish, Geralt of Tutus?” She asked, using the cuff of her sleeve to dab at her eyes.

“We shall.” He nodded, composing himself.

Taking a couple deep breaths, Skye composed herself as well and brought her focus back on Geralt, who had his gold eyes narrowed and trained on her. She shifted and planted her feet, gripping the hilt of her sword in both hands, her blade at an angle and the tip pointed at Geralt, taking note of every twitch and shift of his shoulders, arms, hips and feet, trying to take in all the information she could, so she could anticipate his eventual move. Skye's back tensed slightly as Geralt tilted his hips at an angle and bent at the knees, waiting for the attack that she knew was coming. Despite facing him and her eyes never leaving his, Geralt moved quite suddenly, he took two long strides towards her, surprising her. Skye just managed to lift her sword to block one of Geralt's blows, stumbling away from him, trying to give him a wide berth to recover herself and get back on the offensive.

But, Geralt kept coming at her, not letting up on her, just moving closer and closer to her, and kept the blows coming. One of his blows disarmed Skye, sending her blade skidding across the floor and against the wall, making her gasp. Skye took a step away from Geralt, tripping over the edge of the mat. Snapping forward, Geralt wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him, saving her from falling flat on her butt.

“Wh-”

Eskel's voice started behind Vesemir, who spun around and slapped a hand over his mouth, giving him a look that screamed 'shut it'! Then, turned back towards Skye and Geralt.

Skye looked up at Geralt, eyes wide, as he looked down at her, both of their hearts thundering in their chests. Blinking once, Geralt lowered his head a hesitant inch closer to hers, before going for it and kissing her, full on the lips. Skye took a sharp breath through her nose, resting her hands on Geralt's broad shoulders, utterly caught off guard by his kiss, the warmth of his lips against hers, holding her firmly against his solid body. Both of their eyes closed, melting into each other, Skye nudging against him, returning the kiss and wrapped an arm around his neck. Vesemir and Eskel chuckled, rolling their eyes at the two, thinking it was about time they kissed. Turning, Vesemir dragged Eskel down the hall, giving the two love birds space and privacy.

“Vesemir didn't show me that move.” Skye said, pulling her head away from Geralt, cheeks warm.

“I hope not.” Geralt whispered back, licking his lips and the lingering taste of hers. “I've wanted to kiss you for a few days now.” He admitted, his cheeks warming a bit more.

“Was this your attempt to kiss me, then?” Skye smirked at him.

“No, actually, I didn't plan on kissing you.” He replied, shyly. “It just sorta...happened.”

Skye nodded her head at him, brushing her hair back behind her ear. “When do you..we..plan on leaving after the first thaw?” She asked, after they stood there quietly for a moment.

Geralt frowned at her, brows low over his eyes as he regarded her. “The next day or two afterwards.” He told her, tilting his head. “Most of the snow should be melted away, making the trek down to the main path and through the pass easier than it was, while we were coming up.” He explained to her, his arm dropping from around her waist and took a step back from her.

“You must be antsy to get back to your farm.”

“Well, my parents' farm holds a lot of answers to questions I currently have.” She replied, feeling the air around them shift and change, like their kiss never happened. “What are we doing after that?” She asked, trying to get that feeling back.

“We'll see, when we get there.” Geralt told her, moving away from Skye and putting back the sword he had taken for their sparring session, then quietly left the room.

Leaving Skye standing there, mourning for the loss of the sporadic moment that led to their kiss.

“You've earned this.” Vesemir said, on Skye's last sparring session with him, taking her short sword from her and putting it in a leather sheath, he had actually made himself. “So, it's only right, that it goes with you, Skye.” He told her, holding it out to her.

“Are you sure?” Skye asked, slowly taking it from him.

“You are one of the best female swordsmen I have ever seen.” He told her with a deep conviction and nod. “Takes someone with great skill to beat not only an old man, but two of the top Witchers in the Continent, and you've done those three things, many times over again.”

Skye smiled at him, securing the sword belt around her waist and the bottom strap to her thigh, feeling the comfortable weight on her side. “Thank you, Vesemir.” She said, throwing her arms around his shoulders and giving him a hug. “For everything. You've been a massive help to my sanity, more than you realize.” She whispered into his ear.

“And you, mine.” Vesemir smiled, hugging her back. “You've been such a spot of sunshine in this gloomy hole in the mountain.”

“Thanks.” Skye chuckled, biting her lip and feeling a bit emotional.

The old Witcher had become very important to Skye over the last three months at Kaer Morhen, he had given her something to look forward to, when she got up in the mornings, something to practice on her own time and focus on. Instead of wandering around the grounds of the old stronghold, twiddling her thumbs and losing her mind, trapped with him, Geralt and Eskel, day in and day out.

Not only that, but Vesemir, like he had with Geralt and Eskel, had become a father figure to Skye, though he was closer to being her great-grandfather several times over again. Nonetheless, he was more a father figure than Tarzad, for obvious reasons, and it was something Skye had desperately been missing in her life. Vesemir had become as fond, and protective, of Skye as he had with Geralt and Eskel, like a daughter he didn't expect he wanted, but was more than happy and proud to discover.

“You're more than welcome, Skye.” He smiled, hugging her back.

The next day, packed and ready to go, Geralt and Skye said good-bye to Vesemir and Eskel, who planned on staying another day, before setting out on the Path himself.

“I'll miss you.” Skye lamented, hugging Vesemir for the hundredth time.

“Oh, nonsense.” Vesemir huffed, shaking his head at her. “You'll be out of here a week and be glad you don't have to see my ol' worn face until next winter.”

“You're getting soft, old man.” She teased him, giggling.

“Hey, what about me!” Eskel faked a pout, making her laugh harder.

“Oh, I suppose, you too.” Skye sighed, dramatically, moving around Vesemir to give the younger Witcher a hug as well. “You behave, or I'll hit you with an Aard next time.”

“Oh good god, Geralt, don't teach this thing how to Aard!” He said with a dramatic gasp and looked to Geralt as he fussed over Roach's saddle. “She'll be the death of us all.”

“Oh, shut it!” She laughed, punching him in the chest.

“Gods, help! She's attacking me!” He tried to sound frightened, but only fell to pieces with a fit of laughter. “I'll miss you, Skye. You're as good a partner in crime, as Geralt.”

“The Continent help us!” Vesemir laughed, shaking his head. “You'll take care of her, Geralt.” He added, narrowing his eyes at the white-haired Witcher.

“Of course, I will.” Geralt frowned back at him. “I got her here in one piece, didn't I?”

“He did.” Skye smiled at him, sweetly.

Geralt met her eyes for a moment, then turned back to Roach. Ever since their kiss, he'd been hot and cold in turns with her, one moment he would easily laugh and smile at something she said or had done, then in another moment, sometimes a split second later, he would close her out again and go so quiet, it was as if he no longer had a mouth. Vesemir assured her he was just processing an army of things and he would come back around to her again, if she was just patient. So, Skye did just that, she didn't push him to answer or follow her, letting Geralt come to her on his own, while still trying to show him she was reaching for him.

At least, she hoped she was showing that and he was seeing and feeling it.

Good-byes said once more, Geralt boosted Skye up into Roach's saddle behind him, no longer loath to touch and be so close to him. She wrapped one arm around his waist as he directed Roach towards the portcullis of Kaer Morhen, and twisted her upper body back to wave at Vesemir and Eskel, before they disappeared around the bend.

“So, where to first, Geralt?” Skye asked, twisting back to face him and wrapped her other arm around his waist. “Back through High Rock?” She inquired, resting her chin on his shoulder to see the side of his face.

“No.” He shook his head, frowning and stone faced. “We're going all the way to Flotsam, before we stop in a town.” He told her, gripping Roach's reins tighter.

“That's almost a week and a half journey, don't you worry we'll run out of supplies by then?” She asked, concerned.

“No, we can get water from the streams we'll pass and I can hunt, if we run out of food.” He said, his voice toneless.

Skye could feel how stiff Geralt was as she hugged herself against his back and felt a sharp and icy spike going through her gut. Maybe, he was just trying to get to Dorian as quickly as possible, so they could get their answers and be on their way, to wherever Geralt wanted to start on his new year of Witchering. But, a teeny voice in the lurking darkness of her mind, was paranoid that Geralt was up to something much more complicated, that threatened to be painful.

“Okay.” She whispered, resting back and loosening her arms around his waist.

Geralt rolled his eyes shut, biting his lip and pushing his jaw out, he wasn't trying to be cold or distant, least of all, hurtful. But, the sprout in his gut had deeply rooted itself into him and he was scared to let Skye in, afraid something would happen and the horror with Renfri would happen all over again, and his attachment to Skye was stronger and more tangled than it was with Renfri. Geralt and Renfri had only known each other for a few days, when he found himself in love with her, it was such a whirlwind, that Geralt was still confused and hurt by it, on various points. One being the seeping paranoia that Stregobor was right, that Renfri had gotten into his head and convinced him he felt all those things. With Skye, He didn't start feeling the tingle until almost two weeks into knowing her, finding her a nuisance and troublesome beforehand, and even then, it took him almost two months locked in Kaer Morhen with her, and Vesemir's mercilessly pointing out the obvious to the Witcher, to admit he did indeed love her, hopelessly so, and Skye couldn't play mind games like Renfri had.

Vesemir had also been right, when he said that if he wasn't careful, he'd end up hurting Skye anyway. His old mentor had recently added on to that point, stating that if he did end up hurting Skye bad enough, he'd run him through with his own sword. Sighing, Geralt relaxed, dropping his head forward, he just couldn't win, could he. He didn't need someone needing him, much less needing them himself. Things like that, always went sideways and back fired.

“Have I done something wrong?” Skye asked that night, when Geralt all but ignored her attempts at conversation.

Geralt sighed again and shook his head at her. “No, Skye. You haven't, I'm just tired.” He told her, quietly, which wasn't a complete lie.

“Can I help?” She asked, slowly, biting the inside of her lip.

“I don't think so.” He said, poking at their camp fire, pushing a half burned log deeper into the pile.

Frowning at him, Skye laid down on her blankets and covered up, watching Geralt through the dancing flames, his eyes looked like they were melting in the matching fire light. It's what she dreamed up, once she drifted off, Geralt's amber-gold eyes, melting down his cheeks as they kissed, slow and sweet, his hands pressing all over her body, through her clothing, igniting fireworks in her nerve endings as his palms glided over them. It almost felt real and she was disappointed to wake the next morning on the cold hard ground, alone and untouched.

Flotsam came into view as Geralt and Skye stepped off the ferry that took them across the Pontar River, almost three days earlier than when they left it for Kaer Morhen, the melted snow and warmer weather making the traveling slightly easier on them and Roach. But, Skye still couldn't help the nagging feeling that Geralt was purposely rushing them more than usual, but kept it to herself. They stayed in Flotsam long enough to replenish some supplies, have an early lunch, then moved on again, passing through Biały Most in the failing light of the afternoon, before camping by the bank of the Ismena river that flowed between Biały Most and Dorndal.

The closer to Dorian and Skye's family's farm, the more antsy she got and the quieter Geralt became, it was almost as if they had absorbed the energy and adopted the feelings towards each other they had when they first set out.

“We'll be in Dorian in the next two or three days.” Geralt told her, slowly turning the spit he had constructed over the fire, a hunk of meat skewered on it.

Skye nodded and sighed, drawing in the dirt at her feet with a small twig, she hadn't been in the mood to talk for the last day, finding little point, with Geralt speaking even less. The air between them was tense and charged with their brooding, unaddressed thoughts and feelings, and concern of what they would learn and find, once they did get back to Nica and Tarzad's farm.

“Geralt?” Skye called, laying in the bed of the inn they had gotten for their last night on the road before reaching the farm in the late morning of the next day.

“Hm.” Geralt hummed back, stretched out on his blankets on the floor, as usual, when they shared a room.

Skye bit her lips, trying to collect the courage she had a moment ago back up, clearing her throat. “Would you--” She bit and cleared her throat again. “Would you—lay—with me?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

There was a long silence in the room, before the shuffle of Geralt throwing back his blankets and the squeak of the floorboards as he stood up. He stood at the side of the bed for a moment, his eyes on Skye for a long moment, before turning to sit down on the bed's edge and slowly laid down on his back beside her. Skye sat up, getting a quick glance from Geralt, as she untucked herself from her blankets and used one to cover him up, in spite of it finally being Spring, the air was still cold. After covering him up, Skye laid back down beside him, both of them staring up at the ceiling in an awkward silence.

“Thank you.” She mumbled, unable to take the quiet any longer.

“Are you all right?” Geralt squeezed out, heart thundering.

“Just cold.” Skye whispered back, curling her cold toes under her blanket.

Blinking a few times, Geralt carefully rolled onto his side to face her and met her sideways glance, then slowly draped his arm over her waist and pulled her side into his chest. The warmth of his body blanketing her and turning in his embrace, Skye snuggled herself into his chest, tucking one arm between them and resting her other one over his side, lifting her head as Geralt tucked his other arm under it, pillowing her head with his thick bicep.

“Better?” He rasped, his strong fingers rubbing away the goosebumps rippled down her back.

“Mmhmm.” Skye nodded, eyes shutting heavily, the scent and warmth of Geralt's body lulling her to sleep, as was the safety she felt being wrapped up in his arms.

Geralt hugged Skye against him and rested his chin on top of her head, melting into her and the mattress. He hadn't slept so well in years, it was so deep and peaceful. He didn't remember the dream he had, which was a relieving change, since a large percentage of his dreams were of the monsters he had killed over his life as a Witcher. No Kikimoras swiping at him with countless legs. No Manticores trying to sting him or crush him with their lion-like jaws. No deafening screeches of a Wraith or blinding screams of a Bruxa. Just floating in quiet and peaceful darkness, wrapped around him like a warm blanket, or in Geralt's case, wrapped up in the warmth of Skye's body.

“Are you ready?” Geralt asked, glancing at Skye over his shoulder as they neared her family farm on Roach, later the next morning.

“As I'll ever be.” Skye replied, hugging her arms around his chest even tighter.

They came into the clearing of the farm yard, which looked almost exactly as it had,when they left it, over three months before. There were a few changes to the farm, several of the animal pens that had been in disrepair over Skye's life had been replaced and rebuilt, there was also a porch swing now and the broken barn door had been fixed.

“Seems my father has been busy.” Skye commented, sliding off the back of Roach, her boots squelching in the mud and muck.

“Seems like it.” Geralt replied, getting down as well, panning his eyes around the yard for any sign of her parents.

“Mama!” Skye yelled out, looking around as she walked towards the house. “Hush, Nillie.” She snapped at the braying donkey.

The door to the small cottage flew open and Nica came running out, tears already streaming down her cheeks, when she reached Skye, throwing her arms around her neck and squeezing her against her body, sobbing into Skye's hair.

“My sweet baby!” She wept, overjoyed. “I never expected to see you again, so soon. Is everything well?” She asked, holding Skye at arm's length.

“Everything is fine, Mama.” Skye assured her, wiping her eyes.

“Has the Witcher been good to you? He hasn't hurt you, has he?” She fussed over her.

“Geralt is very good to me, mama.” She answered, smiling over at Geralt, who remained standing by Roach. “He's a perfect gentleman.”

“Ger—the Butch--”

“He's not a Butcher, mama.” Skye corrected her. “That is greatly more complicated than you can understand. Where's father?” She asked, quickly changing the subject.

“He's gone to the market. Mona gave birth to litter of piglets last week and he's gone to sell some of them.” Nica explained, composing herself. “Why have you come home so soon?”

Skye bit her lip and looked away from her mother.

“You're not--” Nica lowered her voice. “Pregnant, are you?”

“Witchers can't have children, besides Geralt and I have never been intimate.” Skye shook her head, cheeks warm with embarrassment. “We need to speak to you about something, that we perhaps should go inside to discuss.”

Nica looked Skye over and over at Geralt, mouth pressed in a thin line. “Yes, of course.” She nodded, looking back down at Skye. “I'll put the kettle on.” She said, giving Skye another hug, before going back inside.

“Come on, Geralt.” Skye called over to him, motioning inside with her head. “She's putting the kettle on.”

“Are you sure you want me in there, when you ask?” He asked, lifting a brow at the open door.

“Yes.” She nodded, she would feel a million times more comfortable, if Geralt was there with her.

Nodding back, Geralt followed Skye into the cottage, dimly lit by tallow candles and the fireplace. It was furnished with a mismatch of furniture, threadbare rugs and drapes, but had a warm and homey feel to it. Skye helped her mother prepare the tea, before sitting down with her and Geralt at the dining table.

“So, what is it you've come to talk about?”

Skye took a deep breath and a fortifying gulp of tea, before answering her mother. “Are you aware that I have Elven blood?” She asked, wanting to get to the heart of the matter and not dally around it.

Nica's back went stiff and her eyes flared, startled. “Whatever gave you that idea?” She demanded, then looked to Geralt, eyes narrowing. “Did you put this in her head?”

“No, he didn't.” Skye answered for him, rubbing her sweaty palms on her legs. “Geralt and I went to Kaer Morhen after we left here, where he, and a few others, spend their Winters.” She started to explain. “While there, another Witcher, Vesemir, started teaching me how to use a sword.”

“What!?”

“You heard me.” Skye sighed, cupping her hands around her cup. “It was during that, that I learned, purely by chance and accident, I'm able to use Signs, namely a Heliotrop.”

“Only someone with a certain Mutation or Elven blood can do Signs.” Geralt said, softly.

“Skye does not have a mutation, unlike you.” Nica hissed.

“Mother!” Skye barked, slapping her palm down on the table top. “He isn't saying I have a Mutation. We know I do not, which only leaves the latter explanation.”

The anger went out of Nica like helium out of a balloon, and she stared down at her untouched tea. “It's true.” She muttered, not raising her head. “You do have Elven blood in you.”

“Why didn't you never tell me?” Skye sighed, heartbroken, and slightly betrayed.

“I was ashamed of it.” Nica replied, lifting her head and meeting Skye's eyes. “I was afraid that if it was known, that it would only cause endless trouble and hardship on you. After the Great Cleansing and the persecution that anyone of Elven blood endured, I was afraid of it's danger to your future. So, I kept it a secret, I'm the only one that knows of it, and I never dreamed that you would find out.”

“That's why I claimed Tarzad was your father, that way your blood could never be—“

“Wait, wait, wait!” Skye cut her off with a wave of her hand, a boulder sized lump in her throat. “Claimed he was my father?”

Nica nodded, her body drooping under the weight of the secret she had carried with her for the last twenty-one years. “Tarzad isn't your biological father.”

Skye's mouth dropped to the table, shocked. “What?” She squeaked out, tears welling up in her eyes and head spinning.

“Your—Tarzad—had been gone a year after joining the Temerian army, I became lonely, living here alone and isolated. I never expected or looked for comfort, but one day, who I originally thought was a man, came to the farm and asked for a hand out. So, I brought him in and shared some of my food with him. He returned several times over the following weeks and...we grew very close. “ She explained, ringing the tip of her finger around the lip of her tea cup. “One thing led to another and we became lovers. It was after our first intimacy, that I discovered that he was an Elf. But, I didn't care, I loved him. We were together several times, when Tarzad returned for a short time and he stayed away.”

“Tarzad resumed our marriage in his short hiatus, and I behaved as if nothing happened. When he left again, your real father saw me a few more times, before disappearing himself. It was not long after that, I learned I was pregnant with you.”

“How can you because that Tarzad isn't my real father?” Skye asked, desperate.

“Because, we were never intimate, when Tarzad was here.” She replied, biting her lip. “He has a certain—mechanical—issue, that makes it impossible to do so. Enos did not have such an issue, so he is the only one of them that it could be your father.”

Skye rested her elbows on the table and pressed her hands to her face, struggling to believe what her mother was telling her. She wasn't Quarter-Elf, like they had believed she was, she was Half-Elf, taking after her mother in appearance, which allowed Nica to pass Skye off as a Human, to lie to her, Tarzad and everyone else in Skye's life.

“Does Tarzad know?” Geralt asked, frowning at Skye and gently resting his hand on her knee, under the table.

“No.” Nica shook her head, looking pathetically at her daughter. “I never intended anyone to find out about Enos and myself.”

“Well, that seems to be out of the bag, doesn't it.” A voice called. “Wife.” Tarzad stepped out of the hall and into the kitchen.

“Tarry!” Nica gasped, jumping to her feet in surprise. “I can explain--”

Tarzad cut her off with a wave of his hand. “I heard all of it, so there's no explanation needed, Nica.” He told her, then looked down at Skye, who hadn't moved. “It doesn't matter either.” He added, softer. “I've claimed Skye as my own, and I stand by my word.”

Skye lifted her head, her and her mother blinking at each other, they had expected a fire storm of Tarzad tearing the house down in the fit of anger of finding out he had been lied to about Skye's parentage and his wife cheating on him with an Elf. Everyone, including Geralt, looked at the old Soldier with surprise.

“Really?” Nica gulped, stunned.

“Really.” Tarzad nodded, softly. “I could never give you a child of our own, one that you deserve. So, if this is how it's to be, then so be it.” He told her, resting his hand on Skye's shoulder. “You will always be my daughter, Skye. No matter what.”

Skye rested her hand on his and smiled softly at him, touched by his words, and nodding her head, unable to find her voice.

With the truth out on Skye being Half-Elf, things shifted between the three of them. Her mother no longer felt swallowed and consumed by the dark and looming secret over her head, Tarzad seemed freed by the revelation, having felt the strain. Skye felt freed by it as well and looked forward to leaving with Geralt the next day, going on their way across the Continent and seeing him slay monsters. They stayed the night on the farm, Geralt opting to camp out like he had the last time, and Skye stayed in her old room. The real issue didn't come until the next morning, when Skye woke and went out to Geralt's camp. But, instead of finding him and Roach, she found a dead campfire and her sheathed sword, with a note tucked inside of it, resting against a tree. Frowning, she slipped the note out of the scabbard and read the scrolling sentences.

'Skye,

I know you're going to be upset with me, when you finish reading this, but I've done it for your own good. Even though, Tarzad has claimed you as his daughter, by blood, you are not. Which, causes the Law of Surprise I took from him in payment of saving his life, null and void. So, you are free of me and the obligation to continue on with me as I travel the Continent as I do my trade as a Witcher. I hope you understand why I've parted with you in this way and can forgive me, someday. ~ Geralt.'

Skye blinked rapidly, her eyes burning and blinded by tears. “Geralt!” She cried out, turning in a circle. “This sick joke isn't funny! Come out, you little shit!”

But, the only sound was the chirping of the early morning birds and the leafy rustle of squirrels foraging for food. Anguished, Skye crumpled the note in her hands and screamed at the top of her lungs, hot tears dripping down her face. Nica and Tarzad came running, hearing her scream in the house, and found her on her knees, sobbing and rocking.

“Skye, what's happened?” Nica asked, dropping to her knees and cupping Skye's face in her hands.

She blubbered and held out the crumpled note that Tarzad took from her and read aloud. “He's left.” She trembled.

“This is good, isn't it?” Tarzad asked, frowning down at her.

“Oh.” Nice whispered softly, seeing it now.

“Oh?” Tarzad looked to his wife.

“You're in love with the Witcher, aren't you?” She asked Skye, softly, stroking Skye's raven hair off her flushed and wet face. “Oh, Skye.” Nica sighed, hugging her against her breast and soothing her hand over her back. “First love is always that hardest, especially with someone like a Witcher, they can't feel or love like we do, my darling girl.”

“I thought he had, mama.” Skye sobbed into her chest, hugging her shaking arms around her mother's waist. “I thought he had.”

Geralt made it to Anchor by mid-morning, having left Skye's family farm just after midnight, once he knew the little family was sound asleep. He felt conflicted and guilty for up and leaving her like he had, but he had done it for her own good, or at least that's what Geralt repeatedly told himself. The life on the road, being a nomad for nine months of the year, running into one dangerous situation after another, wasn't suited for someone like Skye, who had lived a mostly sheltered life on a farm in a major city.

Even though she had fared well on their long and grueling journey up to Kaer Morhen, they hadn't run into any of the trouble Geralt was accustomed to running into the rest of the year. He feared that while he was away dealing with some monster or another, leaving her behind at the nearest town, that some of the townspeople would turn on her for keeping him company or treat her as if he had taken her hostage. A young and beautiful girl with the likes of an emotionless and evil Witcher, wouldn't settle or bode well with people, whether they knew she was half-elf or not.

“She's safer there.” He said out loud to Roach, who tossed her head. “Don't judge me!” He snapped, frowning at the mare. “You know what it's like on the road!”

Roach snorted and shook her head at him.

“Fine, I could have told her to her face, but you know as well as I do, how stubborn she is. The first sight of what direction we were going in, she'd follow.” He continued to argue, feeling the throb in his chest. “I am a Witcher, I don't feel and I sure as fuck don't fall in love.”

Roach stopped dead in the middle of the road.

“Oh, come on.” He growled at her, trying to nudge her forward again. “Roach, stop being so stubborn!” He hissed, kicking her sides, but the mare refused to budge. “Oh all right!” Geralt roared, dropping her reins and swinging one leg over the other side of the saddle to slip down off Roach's back. “I love her! Is that what you want to hear?”

“I love Skye.”

Roach tapped a hoof on the ground, tossing her head and flaring her lips. Rolling his eyes, Geralt gathered her reins and continued on foot, grumbling under his breath the whole way. He stopped in Anchor overnight, before continuing on, trying to put as much space between himself and Skye that he could, more to prevent himself from turning back for her, than to try and dissuade her, in case she tried following after him, that's if she even managed to find out which way he had gone.

Which is exactly what Skye had done. After calming herself down and collecting her bearings, Skye took up the sword Vesemir had given her and decided to go after the Witcher, not caring how long it took her to find him again.

“Skye, wait!” Tarzad called after her as she started towards town.

“You're not changing my mind. Mama has already tried and failed.” Skye called back over her shoulder.

“I'm not going to stop you, child.” Tarzad told her, grabbing the back of her elbow and pulled her to a stop. “But, you can't follow the Witcher on foot, when he has a horse. You'll never catch up to him, come with me.”

Sighing, Skye followed after him and into the barn. Tarzad pulled one of the new horses he bought out of a stall and tossed a saddle over it's back. He had just finished saddling the shiny black horse, when Nica came into the barn, carrying a pack with her.

“What's going on here?” Skye asked, looking at them suspiciously.

“We know nothing we say will stop you from going after him, Skye.” Nica said, opening one of the saddlebags and tucked the pack inside. “So, we might as well help you be prepared to chase him halfway across the Continent, so you don't get yourself killed.” She explained, securing the bag closed. “There's three changes of clothing, food and water in the pack, it should last you a few days, if you ration it.”

“Here.” Tarzad came around the horse to her, holding out the reins. “Arthas is a good and strong horse, he should do you good to catch up with the Witcher's mare. Take this as well.” He pulled a dagger out of his back pocket and pressed it into her hand.

“It'll help you keep you safe, along with your sword.”

“As well as this.” Nica said, holding out a moderate leather pouch of jiggling gold pieces.

“I can't.” Skye shook her head at them, overwhelmed.

“You can and you will.” Nica told her, sternly.

“That dagger was my father's, his father had given it to him, and so on.” Tarzad explained. “I had hoped to give it to a son, but you're just as, if not more, than worthy of it.”

Skye choked up and hugged her arms around their necks. “Thank you for understanding.” She sniffled, pulling back.

“Love is a funny thing.” Tarzad smiled, hugging his arm around Nica's waist.

“Just be safe, Skye.” Nica replied, her bottom lip wobbling.

“I promise, mama.” Skye assured her. “I am the daughter of a soldier, after all.” She said, grinning at Tarzad.

“That you are, my dear girl.” He smiled back at her. “Now, up you go!” He said, stepping back and letting Skye lift herself into Arthas's saddle. “He's almost a full two days ahead of you.”

“I don't know where to start.” Skye said, as it all came tumbling on top of her.

“He's a white-haired Witcher, Skye.” Nica chuckled, shaking her head. “It's hard to miss him, even when you're not paying attention.”

“That's a fair point.” Skye snorted, nodding her head. “I'll go to Dorian first, see if he passed through and where to, if he did.”

“Sounds like a good start.” Tarzad agreed with her.

Skye rode Arthas into Dorian with all due haste and slipped out of his saddle as she entered the market, leading the Friesian by the reins through the thicket of people bustling around. It was luckily the second day of the Spring market, with the bluster of Winter over, neighboring farms could bring in whatever they had to sell, so they could buy their seeds or farm animals to get the Spring harvest started, in preparation for the next coming Winter. Skye picked her way through the crowd until she found a merchant she was familiar with, and also happened to be the town gossip line.

“Elza!” She cried, throwing on a giant smile as she stopped by the middle aged woman's stall of herbs and seeds.

“Skye!” Elza called back, standing up and throwing her arms around Skye's neck. “How are you, dear girl?” She asked, lowering her arthritic body back into her chair. “I heard you had gone off with a strange man at the start of Winter.”

Skye smirked at her. “I did, but I was wondering, if you've seen a Witcher around? Large, gold-eyes, white-hair, brown mare. Might have passed through the night before the market started.”

Elza drummed her fingers on the corner of her stall, considering and recalling. “Yes, I believe so. I believe a man of that description came through here, very early in the morning.”

“Do you know where he went?” Skye asked, antsy.

“Why would you be chasing after a Witcher?” Elza asked, narrowing her eyes at Skye.

“I have my reasons, do you know where he went?” She replied, growing impatient.

“Mhmm, he went out the northern gate.” She revealed. “Wh-”

Skye quickly turned away from Elza and picked her way out of the crowd, swinging up into Arthas's saddle when the sea of people thinned out and burst through the streets of Dorian, dodging around corners and side streets, towards the north gate of the city, towards Anchor. It took Skye nearly a day to reach Anchor, riding hard most of the day and not stopping when night fell around her, not wanting to waste any more time catching up with Geralt. When she did reach Anchor, a few hours before dawn, she questioned anyone in the streets that might have seen Geralt and Roach, before stepping into the tavern, spent and thirsty.

“What will it be?” The Barkeep asked, as Skye stepped up to the counter.

“Whatever is the warmest and a mug of mead.” She told him, rubbing at her dusty face.

“Are you looking for a room?” A woman behind the bar asked, looking Skye over.

“No.” Skye shook her head, even though she struggled to keep her eyes open. “I am looking for a Witcher, gol--”

“Gold-eyes, white-hair, built like a brick house and broody?” the woman interrupted her, nodding her head with a disapproving crease on her brow. “Yeah, he was here yesterday morning, for a short while, before moving on again.”

A measure of exhaustion in Skye's road-worn body vanished at the lady's words. “Did you see where?” She asked, minty eyes wide with desperation.

“No, I'm sorry.”

Just like that, Skye was tired and deflated again. “Thanks.” She mumbled to the woman and barkeep, taking her food and drink to a table, hunching over it.

“You lookin' for a Witcher?” A gravelly voice asked beside her.

Skye rubbed her gritty eyes and nodded her head, not looking up at the voice's owner. “Geralt of Rivia.” She told him, dunking her wooden spoon into her bowl of hot liquid of some sort that smells slightly fishy.

A body slipped into the chair in front of Skye, elbows on the table. “Why are you looking for the White Wolf?”

“He has something that I want back.” She growled, upper lip twitching at her meal.

“And, what would that be?” the Stranger pressed her.

Skye lifted her head and looked at him, her angry expression never altering as she stared straight into his eyes. She wasn't about to tell this punk that she was tracking the Witcher down for stealing her heart, then having the audacity to run off with it. That would have created more attention and trouble than she already had trying to locate and catch up to Geralt in the first place. So, Skye did the next thing that came to her mind.

“My gold.” She lied, coldly. “I employed him to kill a monster that's been harassing my farm, but the bastard took my money, and ran.” She explained to him, taking a slurp of her food; which was definitely a fish stew.

“I want it back.”

“You think a wee thing, like yourself, can best a Witcher?” The man snorted, grinning and dragging his eyes over her body. “That's rich!” He laughed aloud, slamming a palm down on the table in his fit; spilling some of Skye's early breakfast in the process.

Narrowing her eyes, Skye jerked the dagger Tarzad gave her out and stabbed the tip of it into the table; between the man's slightly spread fingers and made him go pale. “Yes, I do.” She growled, darkly, yanking the dagger out of the table and slipped it back into its sheath in her waistband.

“You're pretty handy with a blade.” He said, examining his hand, not a mark on it.

“I missed.” Skye huffed, chugging down some of her mead. “What do you want, anyway?”

“I overheard you talking to the innkeeper's wife about a Witcher that matched the White Wolf.” He told her, settling his eyes on her. “I happened to see him, on the road, as I made my way home.”

“Oh, and where would that be?”

“On the northeast road from here to Vizima.” He replied and slid his hand, palm up, across the table towards Skye.

“If I find out you're lying, I won't miss the next time I see you.” Skye warned him with a growl, pulling a gold coin out from her pouch and dropping into his hand. “Now, piss off.”

Smirking and closing his hand around the cold metal, the man nodded his head and stood, leaving Skye to finish her food in peace. Finishing her meal, Skye stopped by a merchant's shop to replenish her stock of food, knowing it was going to be a little bit until she arrived in Vizima and didn't want to run the risk of running out, then went on her way, finding the road, that was more a trail, between Anchor and Vizima.

“You think he'll still be there, when we arrive?” Skye asked Arthas, as she sat by the little fire of her camp that night, needing to rest before she fell over. “Why would he do that?” She sighed, looking up the gelding as he munched on the grass. “He kissed me and gave me so many signals that he loved me. I seriously don't believe he's emotionless, either.”

Arthas nickered and huffed through his flaring nostrils, still munching on the sparse grass.

Skye sighed and shook her head. “He's right, he doesn't have a claim on me, since the Law of Surprise doesn't count, but I thought, that since we love each other, that would have been enough. It would have been for me, if the roles were reversed.”

But, just like with Dorian and Anchor, Skye didn't find Geralt in Vizima, and had hit a dead end, no one had seen Geralt pass through the city, and with so many options and routes for Geralt to take on whim and fancy, his trail had gone hopelessly and discouragingly cold. He could have gone north to Houtburg or La Valette, or west to Dorndal or Ellander. She was sure he wouldn't be heading back to Kaer Morhen, not until Winter, that is, and that was eight months from now. She considered heading there and waiting out the long months until Geralt returned, explaining to Vesemir what had happened, but shook that off, she wasn't going to wait that long to confront the Witcher on abandoning her like he had.

So, Skye did something that was probably more than silly and desperate, she pulled a gold coin out of her pouch, designating heads for north and tails for east, then flipped it, the mid-morning sunlight glinting off of it, before it dropped to the ground at her feet.

Heads.

Picked the coin back up, she did it again, heads for Houtburg and tails for La Valette.

Heads again.

“Houtburg it is, then.” She sighed, storing the coin away and asked a man setting up shop for directions to the city, thanked him and mounted Arthas, going on her way and praying she was going in the right direction.

-- Chapter V --

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Lance Hunter - Should’ve Said It ft. Grant Ward

Based off Should’ve Said It by Camila Cabello

Word Count: 2,656

Show up at my door, but I don't live there anymore

Sendin' me your songs, but they don't really sound like before

I was crazy for you, all caught up and confused

Love was broken for me, now it's broken for you

Grant Ward. That was the name of the back-stabbing, hydra kiss-up dickhead that you once loved. But he betrayed you, all of you and you spent months getting over him and what he did to you. You had to learn how to love again, how to trust again and it wasn’t easy. Fortunately, you had help, Lance Hunter - a dashing mercenary sharp shooter with a quick wit who you fell for very quickly.

You’d met him when he joined SHIELD after his friend was killed. You’d been drowning your sorrows about Ward when he walked past. You offered for him to join you and he couldn’t refuse – this event created a bond of friendship that grew stronger every day. A few weeks after you’d met you slept together. You didn’t exactly mean for it to happen but once it did, you were both happier – it forced you both to admit your feelings for each other and you’d been in a steady relationship ever since.

He’d been teaching you how to love again.

Isn't it something? That I get more when I'm giving you nothing? Huh

Isn't it magic? That when you stop lookin' for it, it happens?

Baby, he fell from grace, landed right in your place

Kissed me so many times that I forgot your taste

Lance had been so careful and gentle with you once you’d told him about Ward. Lance definitely wasn’t his biggest fan but he hated him even more when he found out how much he had hurt you. You’d also had trouble controlling your inhuman power – luck. You could change the luck of yourself and others at will, and you had full control except when you felt off which happened a lot after Ward’s betrayal. There’d been numerous accidents around you – people dropping things and falling over. Lance had helped you control it even when you felt off, he even called you his Lucky Lady.

You’d taken your relationship slowly and you were so happy with Lance, happy enough to forget Ward’s name – however, Coulson didn’t seem to get this particular memo.

“We're making a deal... with Ward.” He said, while you sat with Hunter and Fitz on a quinjet. As soon as the name left his lips, you felt your heartbeat quicken and fear filled your head. You instinctively reached for Lance’s hand.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say.” Lance asked, anger and disbelief rising in his words.

Coulson deactivated the black box, “As I said, desperate times, desperate measures.”

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A while later, Coulson was talking to Ward (accompanied by Mike Peterson) while you, Hunter and Fitz stayed at the quinjet. Hunter was trying his best to keep his cool and reassure Fitz while you sat alone, listening to Coulson and Ward’s conversation through coms.

“You doing okay, gorgeous?” Lance asked, sitting down next to you and resting his hand on yours.

You nodded your head, even though it was a lie. Coulson was bringing Ward back to the quinjet and you weren’t sure you were ready to see him. You hadn’t seen him since he broke your heart; you hadn’t visited him while he was living under the base.

Lance cleared his throat, gaining your full attention, “I know you’re lying, you’re terrified.” He said, putting his arm around you and pulling you into his chest. You rested your head down and took some deep breaths – trying to control your power and your brain all at once. “It’s okay to be scared, but I’m going to be here the whole time. I won’t leave your side.”

“Thank you.”

I wish that you could turn back the time

You hold me closer, instead of your pride

I knew it was you from the very first night

And it took you two years to make up your mind

You sat in the cockpit of the quinjet when you heard the car approaching. You knew that you were about to see him again and you didn’t know what to do with yourself. He had been the source of your trauma, your problems and you knew that Fitz felt exactly the same. He was sat next to you in the cockpit with Lance standing behind you watching the door.

You heard footsteps and moved out of your seat, coming face to face with Grant Ward. He smirked at you, “Hello, Y/N. It’s been a while. I’ve missed you.”

You couldn’t control what you did next. You took a deep breath out and launched at him, punching him square in the jaw. Lance pulled you away and wrapped you in his arms, whispering ‘I love you’ and ‘It’s okay’ in your ear over and over. Coulson directed Ward, Agent 33 and Bakshi, who they’d brought with them, to sit down as you did too. Fitz opted to sit in the cockpit with Mike, but you had the pleasure of sitting across from Ward.

You pulled your gun out of your pocket and loaded it, turning the safety off and pointing it right at Ward, “If you even blink, I will not hesitate to pull this trigger.”

“You’ve gotten stronger, more resilient. I’d like to think I had something to do with that, Y/N.” He smirked, trying to get to you.

You smirked back, “Yeah, actually, you made me realise that there are so many jackasses like you in the world, and I need to be my own superhero sometimes.” Ward was taken aback by your sudden confidence but Lance seemed very impressed.

Coulson explained the mission and soon enough you landed and the mission was a go. You helped Fitz get into Mike’s eye feed and stood by Lance to watch. Lance immediately held your hand, making sure you were as far away from Ward as possible. The meet went as it should up until Bakshi started to mention something about selling Mike and everyone turned against each other. Guns flew up and knives came out.

You held your gun up to Ward and closed your eyes; soon enough, Ward took a step forward and clumsily tripped on air, falling to the ground. You and Coulson held your guns to him while Lance held his gun to Agent 33’s head – ordering her to release Fitz or he’d shoot, which she did. Fitz disarmed Mike, who was about to shoot everyone in the room and everyone put their weapons down.

“You pull anything like that again; I'll throw your ass off this quinjet at 20,000 feet.” Coulson threatened.

You smiled, “And I’ll be the one opening the door.”

So you want me now? That's funny

'Cause you didn't give a, back then

Comin' back around, so sorry

'Cause there's no room in my bed and I'm all good now

Someone else is gettin' all of me

If you wanted me so desperately

You should've said it

The quinjet dropped down and Fitz pointed out Skye. You followed Hunter and Coulson holding your gun in one hand and stuffing a knife into your side pocket. Once you were in the building you were swarmed by guards. You stood behind Lance, closing your eyes and picturing the probability of the guards shooting each other, falling over and knocking each other out and you made it skyrocket. Once you opened your eyes, the seven guards who were attacking you were out cold.

Coulson gave an order and went to find Skye, Ward sneaking away to follow him. Unfortunately, you and Lance were too preoccupied with Ward’s actions to notice the guy behind you who shot before either of you could do anything. The bullet landed in Lance’s side and after assuring you that he was fine, he urged to you go and find Ward and stop him from doing more harm than good.

You caught up to them and were able to get the two guards they were fighting to knock each other out, before you grabbed your gun and whacked Ward in the face, causing a deep red cut to appear on his left cheek. “Hey!” He yelled, “I am trying to help you!”

“Yeah, like you did when you almost killed FitzSimmons, or when you hung me out to dry with Hydra! You are a lying jackass, who I never should’ve trusted!” You shouted, feeling better after getting your anger out.

“Skye!” Coulson called, pulling you out of your argument. Unfortunately, before you could run to hug her, two guys came out of nowhere and they teleported away.

“I had her, damn it, I had her.” Coulson muttered to himself, while you stood next to him.

Suddenly you heard a noise and turned around to be faced with the barrel of a gun but Ward shot the guy before he could hurt you. “If you’re looking for thanks, you’re not getting it.”

Lance and Agent 33 appeared and you immediately ran to him, “I shouldn’t have left you, I’m sorry.” You whispered, resting your hands on his cheeks.

“I was the one who insisted, and I’m fine.” He croaked, his wound was bleeding profusely and causing him to look more tired.

“You just need to stay awake, okay, babe? Stay awake.” You mumbled.

You're only lonely, now you ain't the one that hold me

Only lonely now, now

You sat next to Lance, pressing a cloth to his wound; he hissed every now and then at the contact but you would always fire back with a small quip to shut him up. Little did you know that Ward was watching you from the cockpit. He told himself that he loved Kara but that wasn’t true, he loved you. He missed you and he knew that he’d do anything to make you his – even killing Hunter.

“I don’t know how you can even be in the same room with him, much less work with him after what he did,” Lance said to you, as you dressed his wound.

You chuckled, “Well, I’ve already hit him twice; I plan on increasing that number.” You joked, finishing the dressing before looking up at him, “Plus, I’ve got you. You make everything easier.”

“Good, I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too,” You whispered back before leaning in to kiss him.

Ward watched as you kissed Hunter like he was your everything, which he was. Ward began to feel extremely jealous; he was who you should be kissing. Him not Hunter. You should be with him. He convinced Kara to leave the cockpit and she went and sat by the computer screen.

“Y/N, can you come here a minute?” Ward called, interrupting your conversation with your boyfriend.

You sighed, “What do you need, asswipe?”

Ward chuckled at your blatant hatred and dropped his head slightly, “Can’t I just want to chat, clear some things up?”

Lance looked at you, “You don’t have to.”

“It’s okay,” You replied, “Fine.” You said, standing up and going to sit in the cockpit. You sighed deeply when you took in the view from the window, you’d never get used to it, the beauty of the sky. “What did you want to talk about?”

“You like the view? Because it’s too bad I never got to teach you how to fly like I said I would.” He said, so casually it was as if he forgot the last six months.

You kept your straight face, looking over at the controls and flicking one of the buttons, taking the stick from him and flying seamlessly, “May taught me. I guess I never needed you.”

“You’ve gotten more control over your powers; they’ve gotten stronger since I last saw you. You can control when you use them on other people now, back then you couldn’t even affect other people’s luck.” He explained, looking at you as you flew the jet.

“No thanks to you. Although, what you said earlier, that I’m stronger because of you – you aren’t wrong. All the trauma and pain, pushed me to work harder, get better so that one day I could wipe that stupid smirk off your face.” You threatened.

He chuckled, “And how could you do that? All you do is control luck.”

“Luck is a game of probabilities.” You started, turning to face him, looking him right in the eye, “And I hold all the cards.” You said through gritted teeth before you turned your attention back to the view.

“We could’ve been great together, Y/N. You just had to leave and start dating that guy.” He said disgust in his voice when he mentioned Hunter.

“That guy, is more of a man than you’ll ever be and I love him more than I ever loved you, so you can forget us ever being an us again. I’m way too good for you.” You spat, before moving back into a seat by Lance.

So you want me now? That's funny

'Cause you didn't give a, back then

Comin' back around, so sorry (hey)

'Cause there's no room in my bed and I'm all good now

Someone else is gettin' all of me

If you wanted me so desperately

You should've said it; you should've said it, love

The team had gotten back to the base, with Ward and Agent 33 and Lance had gone to medical to get checked out by Simmons who very quickly gave him the all clear with orders to rest. You had brought him back to your room and cuddled on the couch while watching some tv.

“I’m sorry Coulson brought Ward on the mission, if I knew he was going to do that I never would’ve suggested that you come.” Lance apologised, rubbing your arm with his thumb.

You smiled, “It’s okay, I’m sorry that you got shot because I was too distracted by my demons to focus on you and the mission.” You apologised back.

“It’s all good, but if you want to repay me for getting shot, could you get me a beer or two – to take the pain away?” He asked, sweetly. You smiled, nodding and told him you’d be back soon.

You headed towards the kitchens before coming face to face with Ward, you tried to turn around before he noticed you but he did. “Y/N, how’s your little boyfriend?” He asked, menacingly.

“Better, just grabbing him a beer and then I’ll be heading back, if you’ll excuse me.” You said, moving to get around him but he blocked your exit, “Come on, Ward.”

“I’m about to go on a very important mission and I think I need a little love to get me psyched up.” He manipulated.

You chuckled, “Not happening. Move.”

“Come on, princess.” He said, using a nickname you’d rather forget. “You know you miss me, just tell me those three little words.”

“Go fuck yourself.” You spat, moving to leave but he grabbed your arm. “Get off of me.”

“You don’t understand, baby…”

You cut off his words by kneeing him in the balls and punching him in the face, “No, you don’t understand, I hate you, with every cell in my body because you are a lying jackass who I wish I never met. I am in love with Lance Hunter, one of the best men I know and I would never do anything to sabotage that relationship – not like you did. And I know that it hurts you that someone else makes me happy, someone else gets to love me, and I’m happy that you feel that pain. So, leave me the hell alone because if I ever see your face again, I will make you beg for death.” You threatened before walking back to your boyfriend.

That was the last time you ever saw Grant Ward’s face.

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