#and then wait for the tank releases for the extra .5 chapter and she's there for all of 3 pages

[vatonnage]

she’s finally here...

#oddman 11 #dowman sayman #douman seiman #it only took the entire series to end just to meet her lol #and then wait for the tank releases for the extra .5 chapter and she's there for all of 3 pages #and also more waiting if you can't read jp

[lubdubsworld]

Insatiable ( Jungkook x Oc) Chapter 5

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x OC

Rating 18+

Genre : Vampire Au!!!! , DILF! Jungkook ! Bodyguard AU! Babysitter OC!   Age difference!!!

Chapter 1   Chapter 2  Chapter 3    Chapter 4

Chapter 5 

“Well, this is confusing.” 

Namjoon was staring at him like he’d grown an extra head and Jungkook grunted from where he was trying to deadlift the 250lbs barbell, dropping it back down to stare at his friend. He’d never been able to deadlift this much. But then, today everything about him felt different. His senses heightened, vision sharper and just a lot  more energy than usual. 

“What?” He snapped, slightly annoyed because .... well, he had no idea why he was so annoyed. And that only added to his already foul mood.

“You look like you had a good night. A  really  good night but you’re also acting like you really need to get laid. So I’m trying to figure out which it is?” Namjoon frowned, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. 

Jungkook groaned , grabbing the small towel from the chair and soaking up the sweat dotting the back of his neck. He walked over to the water dispenser in the corner of the gym, pouring himself a glass, tipping it over his head and shaking out of his hair as the water dripped down his face and neck, drenching his sweat soaked tank top even more. . 

Somewhere to his right, one of the ladies on the treadmill, tripped, crashing in a heap on the machine and he couldn’t help but smirk. She had been staring at him the entire time. 

Jungkook was used to attention. He was used to the stares and the lust and the heightened heart rates he induced . It had been bad, even in his days as a human and now, five centuries later as a powerful vampire , it had only grown. 

He was handsome. He was fit and he was a good guy. It was only natural that women wanted him. And he was okay with that. It gave him the luxury of being able to pick and choose, who he wanted in his bed. And he did. 

Not that he did it often. With Joowon to care for, Jungkook often went months on end without sex and that was okay. Because the kind of sex he usually had, it was just ...a release. There was nothing intimate or personal about it. 

Even with Helena it had been the friendship that had appealed to him.

Helena was ...fun. She liked to sail through the world, doing as she pleased and taking lovers everywhere. No one could keep her in a place for long and no one could ground her. There had been a time when he had thought that he was in love with her but that was just Helena. She made you feel like you couldn’t live without her. Because of how much happiness she imbibed in the moments. Because of how non judgemental and kind she was. 

And he loved her. But now , centuries later it was the love of a dear friend. 

But with Sera..... it had been something else. 

He had a way he did things. 

A little kissing , a little foreplay and just a whole lot of fucking with multiple orgasms for everyone involved. He had a quick refractive period and supernatural stamina so of course he was going to take advantage of that. 

But none of that had happened last night. 

The actual sex had lasted a scant few minutes. He hadn’t even been inside her more than five minutes and yet the memory was seared into his head. The phantom warmth of her still around him and the scent of her still tugging on his senses. 

And the taste of her. 

Fucking hell. 

Jungkook had never fed from someone during sex. He just didn’t because drinking from someone , taking their life essence...it just...it was something incredibly intimate. It was important to him. Jungkook hardly ever fed from humans , opting to visit a blood cafe for a drink or a dispensary for a few blood bags when he needed to feed. 

But last night. 

“Earth to Jeon Jungkook.” Namjoon’s voice pulled him to the present. 

He stared at his oldest, dearest friend. 

“I slept with Sera.” His voice cracked on the syllables of her name, his tone dripping with regret and Namjoon stiffened. 

“You... what? “ He stared at him in disbelief. 

Jungkook groaned. 

“Fuck... I drank from her too. “ He buried his face into his hands. 

“Jungkook, that’s... “

“It was her first time. “ Jungkook looked up at him, eyes wide and helpless and Namjoon’s jaw came unhinged. 

“Are you going to tell me you’re the pope next? Because my heart can’t take it...” 

Jungkook groaned.

“I’m such a fucking idiot. It was supposed to be a no strings attached thing. “

Namjoon’s gaze softened. 

“Dude, a girl’s first time? Of course she’s going to get attached. Did she like confess?” 

Jungkook hesitated.

“No. Actually, she just got dressed and left.” He shrugged. 

Namjoon frowned. 

“Oh, then that’s good right?” 

Jungkook felt a little sick. He remembered how empty his bed had felt, after she’d kissed him and slipped back into her clothes and rushed back to sleep in her own bed. He hadn’t even helped clean her up because his limbs had felt a bit like jelly. He’d been punch drunk with the taste of her, his head swimming and his body thrumming and she had practically skipped out of his room, not a care in the world. 

Hadn’t even kissed him good bye. 

“Yeah. Good. “ He said hoarsely , head pounding . 

Namjoon was staring at him .

“What ?!” Jungkook snapped, foul mood returning with a vengeance. 

“Oh my God. “ Namjoon began laughing. 

Jungkook stared at him...What the fuck was wrong with Namjoon.

“You’re the one who got attached.” Namjoon’s eyes were wide as saucers, his fingers pointed right in Jungkook’s face. 

The younger yelped, stepping back. 

“No.. I.. what?!”

“You look so upset that she left you after sex... I’ve seen that kicked puppy look before. You wore that same face when Joowon didn’t cry on his first day at school!! ‘ Isn’t he gonna miss me hyung?” You whined... i remember that fucking face Jeon jungkook!!!” 

 Namjoon was on the floor now, guffawing and clutching his sides. 

Jungkook glared at his friend. 

“What the fuck...no i did not!!” He swore. 

Namjoon merely continued laughing.

“Oh, the sweet sweet taste of karma. Serves you right Jeon Jungkook, considering the hearts you’ve broken over  the years.” 

Jungkook glared at his friend. 

Namjoon had no fucking idea what he was on about. Him? Catch feelings ? 

Like hell. 

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He couldn’t find her . 

And when he realized why he couldn’t find her, he couldn’t believe it. 

“What the fuck do you mean she’s gone on a date?” He snapped at Jimin who gave him an unamused look.

“I’m your hyung, you bastard!” The shorter male yelled and next to him his wife rubbed a soothing hand on his shoulder.

“What Jimin means is that, Yugyeom came by earlier when she was getting changed for dinner...” 

“He came into the room when she was getting changed?” Jungkook stared in disbelief, “ What the actual fuck...”

Jimin choked and Somi let out a giggle.

“That’s not what I meant. Sera came back to the room after closing up the daycare and Yugyeom texted her.... that he wanted to pick her up for dinner. She agreed and told me to tell you that she’ll be back at around eleven...” 

“Where the hell did they go? I need an address.” Jungkook snapped. 

Jimin stared at him like he’d spouted latin. 

“what?” He gaped. 

Somi held a hand up.

“Yugyeom’s an old friend of ours. He took her out for dinner, that’s all. She’s been out with him before ...Don’t worry Jungkook ssi... She’s perfectly safe with him.” Somi said quickly.

Jungkook merely shook his head, glaring at the pair.

“You should know better than to do this. You know how fucking good she smells to vampires. How could you send her out of the estate without security....in the company of a Kim , no less?  I am right here... It’s literally my job to be with her at al times.. Its what I’m paid to do.... ..why didn’t you tell me...” He shook his head. 

Jimin and Somi exchanged looks. 

“You’re certainly very dedicated to ....your job.” Jimin frowned. Somi meanwhile was holding a hand up and giggling behind it. 

God, he couldn’t carry on a conversation with two people who acted like literal children. 

He had to go find the Chief. 

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Jungkook blinked.

Once . Twice. 

“I’m sorry sir, could you repeat that?” He said sharply. 

Chief Hwang gave him a confused look. 

“I said , you can stay back today evening and help me with the accounts Jungkook-ah.I do know that Sera’s going for dinner with Yugyeom and well, I really need help with the balancing . I think the gardener has been playing fast and loose with buying germanium seeds and charging them as Lilies . Is he pocketing the difference or is there something else going on...” 

Jungkook, who really couldn’t give two fucks about germaniums or Lilies , merely stared at the patriarch of the clan, trying to decide if the older man was joking because how on earth was he supposed to just....

“Let her go on the date alone? Without me?” He asked, his tone screaming that he wasn’t okay with that.

 At all. 

Chief Hwang hummed.

“Yes of course... I’ve known the boy for two centuries. He’s a good man. “ 

“You’ve known me for five centuries.” Jungkook reminded him , instinctively.

 And then he blinked because why on earth had he said that? 

Chief Hwang had an amused look on his face. 

“Yes of course. And you’re a very fine young man as well, Jungkook. Too bad you think Sera is like a daughter to you....” 

Wait. 

What? 

Was the older man teasing him? Jungkook could’ve sworn he saw a hint of mischief in the vampire’s eyes. 

“Don’t you?” Chief Hwang asked. 

“Sir?” 

“Don’t you think of her as a daughter, Jungkook-ah.? Isn’t that what you told her?” 

Jungkook had the sudden terrible feeling that Sera told her father  everything. 

 “Uh..it was just an expression sir. She’s a good ... friend.” He finished. 

Chief Hwang hummed thoughtfully. 

“I see. Well, Yugyeom thinks she would make a wonderful mate. “ He shrugged.

Jungkook felt his fists clench. 

“I still think I should be there sir... Just to... make sure she’s safe. It’s kind of my job.” He said gruffly. 

“Are you sure? Germaniums and Lilies are vastly different and for the gardener to-”

“Sir to be very honest I don’t really care about the damn flowers. Sera needs to be safe and I’m not letting anyone hurt her on my watch. So I’d really appreciate if you tell me where she is....” Jungkook said sharply. His heart was pounding. 

Chief Hwang gave him a thoughtful glance, his lips quirking up in a smile. 

“ Looks like I’ll be planning a wedding after all.” He chuckled thoughtfully and Jungkook frowned, confused.

“Sir?” 

“Let me put you out of your misery, Jungkook ah... She’s having dinner at the Hyatt Resort.... The private conference room on the seventh floor. Yugyeom reserved it for her.” The older man glanced at his watch and smiled, “  There’s a fire work show in exactly half an hour. Sera loves those.... If you leave right now, you can interrupt them right on time. “ 

Jungkook blushed , blood rushing to his face. 

“Sir.. I’m not.. I don’t...want to interrupt.” God, he sounded fake to his own ears. 

Chief Hwang waved him off with a laugh. . 

“Go on go on..And maybe buy me some patbingsu on your way back..!! “

Jungkook stared. 

“Uh yes sir. “ 

“Good. Close the door on your way out, son.”  

Jungkook closed the door, trying to ignore the way warmth flooded his heart at the way the man had addressed him. 

 Son. 

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AUTHOR’S nOTE : a short chapter because I wanted to write something from Jungkook’s point of you...also Chief Hwang playing cupid is my favorite thing ever...

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[bexterbex]

A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 32

If you haven’t heeded my warnings by now you have done it to yourself.

A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with some canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

MASTERLIST

Chapter 32: A Morning Exercise

Your alarm woke you up at the ungodly hour of 5:30 AM. You rolled out of bed and started to get ready. At 5:45 you were finished and left your room. The lieutenant was waiting for you in the living room like usual, as was Kylo who was wearing a similar outfit as the morning before except this time he was wearing a white tank instead of a black one.

“Good morning, are you ready to head to the training room? It is halfway across the ship, so we should get going,” asked Kylo.

“Yes,” you replied excitedly.

He took your arm and you left. You made your ways through the halls and you were surprised to see that there were little to know officers and ‘troopers roaming about. You supposed that the ship really only wakes up at around 6:00 AM, as it was still Alpha shift. You made your way to a room with a larger than a normal door.

Entering the room you notice a large number of generals and other high-level officers on the outside of a large training area. Many of the high-ranking officers had lower-level officers by their sides, much like your own Lieutenant Mitaka.

Kylo released you next to Allegiant General Hux, who greeted you kindly. “Good morning m’lady, my suggestion to you this time around would be to place credits on the Supreme Leader.”

You laughed at his suggestion, and then promptly yawned as you had yet to have any coffee.

“Shall I order you stimcaf m’lady,” asked the redheaded general.

“Stimcaf? Is that like coffee?”

“Yes, m’lady but with a much higher caffeine count.”

“Yes, please” you groaned out. Which earned a hearty chuckle from the general who turned to his aide.

Within a few minutes, a junior officer appeared with a steaming cup of dark liquid in their hand. You thanked them and proceeded to wait for the sparring to begin. Kylo was discussing something with an officer and then turned to the knights to begin.

If you thought watching Captain Phasma and Commander Pyre was amazing, it had nothing on what you were witnessing now.

Kylo was monstrously strong.

They were sparing like the captain and the commander with metal staffs and dull swords. It was six against one at the moment, Kylo was showing his strength and dominance by easily maneuvering out of the way of any oncoming hits. Something about the way he was moving and dodging was magical. You couldn’t have paid the best ballerinas in Paris to move more gracefully than the knights and him. They put The Nutcracker to shame.

All while they were fighting various officers were giving Kylo updates on things around the First Order and he was responding in time. He was truly a marvel to watch.

Even though you thought it might be impossible seeing as the knights were all really strong, somehow Kylo was even stronger. He was broader and taller than his knights, but the strength comes mainly from his chest, shoulders, and thighs. You wondered how his massive hands might help his overall strength.

Although they were all graceful Kylo seemed more refined in the way he fought, but very ferociously. His whole body was an extension of the weapon in his hand, his sword. He was deadly, you wondered how many people have faced him on the battle and lived, you doubted if there were very many if at all.

You watched as they all tried to attack him at once he took them down with calculated efficiency without any obvious use of the Force. Cardo and Ushar were sent down to the floor, Ap’lek and Trudgen flew back to the wall, Kuruk and Vicrul were sent stumbling back into a group of officers who thought they were a safe distance away.

You failed to notice General Pryde come up alongside you, opposite to Hux. “Magnificent to watch isn’t he,” asked Pryde.

You were startled before you agreed.

“Unlike many in the First Order now, I had the glorious opportunity to watch his grandfather, Lord Vader, fight. They have many similarities. It was truly an honor to watch,” said Pryde. There was something disturbing in the way he was watching the training. Somehow he had an air of lust for the power that Kylo held, it rather disturbed you.

“Now Pryde her history lessons are with me after lunch. There is no need to plague her with your useless ideals of the past,” said Hux sneering toward the man.

You could tell that Pryde was holding his tongue, probably as to not get in trouble so soon after the last time. He bowed and stepped away from you joining the Admiral Griss in a discussion with another officer.

“It would do you best to avoid him for now, I don’t believe he has truly learned his lesson yet,” said Hux who then gave some sort of order to his aide. A female officer who appeared to be a general gave out the debrief of, “Yesterday was the last day of registration on earth. Currently, we still have less than 1 percent of the population that needs to register. The unregistered seemed to be mostly from populations that are normally inaccessible from earth’s records. Might I suggest that we send in a company of ‘troopers to each location.”

“You said they were typically inaccessible? These are mostly people who have little to no contact with the outside world. Sending in stormtroopers would only lead them to panic and possibly attacking them. You should consult with an anthropologist before proceeding to make contact,” you responded to the general.

Kylo paused in his sparring and the other officers paused in what they were doing. All eyes were on you. There was a look of confusion on his face, but before he spoke General Hux spoke upcoming to your aid. “Why do you suggest this m’lady?”

“I am assuming some of the people you have yet to come into contact are various tribes from around the world. They still might be using bows and arrows and have no idea what electricity is. They may even still worship the sun as a god. They also do not tend to have any papers of any kind or they may not even have any sort of writing system. Our governments leave them alone for many reasons, but one of the biggest reasons is they do not have the same inherent immunity to some diseases so unless you vaccinate them immediately they may all die soon. They are an important part of history on this planet and should be disturbed as little as possible,” you said.

“But these people will have to follow the will of the First Order,” said the female general pleading to the Supreme Leader.

Kylo took what you said into consideration before saying, “You heard Lady Ren. Unless I dispute her, what she says goes.”

“And what of the people who are not in these tribes? There is a large portion of people out in the state of Utah who refuse to register and some many others across your planet. What are we to do with them,” asked the general still seemingly indignant.

“Well by the way you are describing it, I believe you are discussing a cult. I personally have no problem with sending in stormtroopers unannounced to them. In my opinion, they have it coming to them. If there are any small groups or families that have failed to register I would do the same thing by sending ‘troopers to them,” you said.

This seemed to pacify the female general sufficiently and Kylo resumed his sparring with the knights after a head-nod to you. You were happy with your minor victory.

“Well done m’lady, not many are able to stand their ground with General Parnadee,”  said Hux quietly with approval. Everyone seemed to turn back to what they were doing before your interruption.

“Thank you general. I will take that as a compliment.”

“As you should m’lady. You have done better than anyone has expected you to do,” said Hux with a slight bounce of pride.

You gave him a smile and a nod. At this time the knights and Kylo had ceased sparing. Each of the knights seemed to try to catch their collective breaths while Kylo seamed already collected. He approached you and you could now see the nice sheen that his sweat had created on his skin. He was glowing.

“Shall we return for breakfast,” asked Kylo holding out his arm to you.

You nodded, words failing you as you marveled in his glow. He guided you through the halls which were now filling with people but unlike when he wears his mask, people were giving him a much wider berth. You wondered if there was a rule against seeing him without his mask or if it was just a faux pas.

You were back at your chambers and went immediately to the dining room to order breakfast and coffee for the lieutenant. Your breakfasts came and you enjoyed them before the lieutenant gave you your morning schedule update.

“Today you have a long heath committee meeting that starts earlier today at 9:00 hours. The Supreme Leader will be in attendance. This meeting will also be a luncheon. After the meeting, you are to return to the ship to receive an extra hour of tutoring to make up for yesterday. Then you have dinner with the Supreme Leader as normal. Is there anything you would like to add m’lady,” asked Mitaka.

“The only thing I would like to add to that schedule is several orders of stimcaf.” This received a shy chuckle from the lieutenant and a smirk from Kylo who got up and headed to his room to shower away his morning sweat.

Kylo was in and out of the shower in a matter of a few minutes. You were both ready to go at 8:30 for your shuttle descent to the surface. You were joined by Ap’lek and Kuruk as your guards and Hux was still the general escorting you to your meeting.

You knew that this meeting would be worlds different from the others for the simple fact that Kylo had decided to join you. You were worried about what it would mean and the outcome. As he had said earlier, what you say goes unless he disputes it. But what if he disputes everything you say? You were not ready for that. You held out hope that you would still be able to fight for your planet. Even if that meant fighting Kylo for it.

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[datninjalyfe]

Stay, Part 1: Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Punishment

Most of the ride back to U.A. was All Might talking about how he can’t believe one of his own students, one of the best, could sneak past the gates and find his way into a nightclub. It was like almost as awkward as having the sex talk with his father. The thought of it made him shiver. Still, if he was in the newspaper like his mom told him he was, All Might would likely find out anyway why he snuck out anyway. He told All Might he was there to see a girl and All Might chuckled.

“No girl is worth it.” All Might said. “Trust me.”

“Also, it was for—,” Katsuki was unable to find the right words. He stumbled until he just said, “—research.”

All Might was quiet for a moment and then cleared his throat. “Now you’re starting to sound like Midoriya.”

“I wish people would stop saying his name.” Katsuki admitted. “I wish he would just go away. This is his fault!”

All Might looked at him. “His fault?”

Katsuki didn’t want to talk about it. He’d said enough. Why was he being so self-destructive? It didn’t make sense. Was he gay? Or bi? He liked having sex with Camie last night, but it didn’t mean anything. It was just a fuck, empty and irrelevant. That was confirmed by the kiss. For a moment, he wondered what it would be like to kiss Izuku. His soft lips reaching for his.  Stop! His mind yelled.

“I think you and Midoriya need to have a nice sit down and chat.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “I’m not sitting down in the same room with him.”

“You two used to be close. Proper rivals even. That’s what you both said after your fight last year. Now you won’t even be in the same room as him? What’s changed?”

“Everything’s changed and I just don’t know how to handle it in the way that people want me to. I have all this pressure already on me, but it’s like I don’t know how to do or say exactly what’s going on when he’s around. So, I snuck out and had meaningless sex with a girl I’d met maybe four times before that to see if I could even distract myself and it worked until I got myself arrested.”

Those words reminded him of the other two conversations: Yoyo saying, “It’s just love, regardless of who it is or what it stands for…It’s easier to be yourself than try and pretend to someone else.” and Aizawa saying, “Being different doesn’t give you the right to be mean to people.”

Those two images flashed through his brain as All Might continued, “I managed to talk everyone into letting you stay, but there will be consequences. In addition to the three days of house arrest Aizawa gave you, you’ll have another four weeks added to that. You’ll not be allowed to leave and when you enter the school, they’ll give you an ankle bracelet so they can track your movements. You’ll also have to train 3 times harder than everyone else with 100lbs of weight added to you. If your classmates run the mile, you run 3. You’ll also be given more school work until the teachers deem you can be a good, model student. I’m not here to tell you what to do, but if you pull another stunt like that, you can kiss being a pro hero good-bye. Just focus on what’s really important.”

On what’s really important. Katsuki repeated in his mind. The last image flashed through his head, but the image wasn’t of being a Pro Hero, or the insane of extra work he had—

—the image was of Deku.

“We’re here!” All Might said, trying to make it sound like he used to. “And oh, looks like Aizawa has your class lined up.”

Katsuki got out of the car and saw 4 rows of his classmates bowing low before Aizawa, who’s hair was straight up. They were all panting, as if they’d just got punished too. “Oh good,” Aizawa said, turning around. Katsuki felt the heat from his chest leave him almost instantly. He couldn’t produce an ounce of sweat, but felt a cold chill run down his spine as Aizawa said, “You’re here.” He used his scarf and snatched Katsuki roughly, the binds almost cutting off the circulation in the air. He pulled Katsuki in so close, Katsuki swore he could feel Aizawa's anger. “Did All Might explain to you everything that will happen?” Aizawa held up an ankle bracelet. “You’ll go straight into the dorms where you’ll find weights you are to attach to your wrists during training after your house arrest. If I so much as hear that you’ve been thinking of leaving campus, your ass is grass. Do you understand everything I’m saying? Because clearly you didn’t get the memo last time.” Aizawa was fuming. “Oh, and I’m your homeroom teacher again.”

“You are?”

“I’m the only one who can deal with the dipshits like you and the ones who left to go find you—,” Aizawa held out his hand. “The front row of students decided to take it upon themselves to go get you after finding out you’d left the dorms. They’ll be suspended as well and not allowed to go to the dance.” Katsuki looked at the front row. Everyone was still bowing before Aizawa. It was the usual suspects: Kirishima, Todoroki—

—and Izuku.

“They came to find me?”

“Not sure how they would have found you, considering you went all the way to the Cloud City.” Aizawa said, his hair falling. Katsuki released a breath when he felt the warmth return to him.

The three of them looked ragged like they ran into villains, until he looked at Izuku’s ankle and attached was like the ankle bracelet that Katsuki also held in his hand. He was wearing a tank top too, like Katsuki was, and Katsuki could see the outline of his triceps. The sun started to rise, giving the sky a red tint. It made the green of Izuku’s eyes stand out even more. Deku’s green hair looked darker in the rise of morning, tangled and matted together.

“They tried to climb the back gate and probably would have managed to make it over until they met up with some of my colleagues and other members of faculty. Stupidly, like you, they decided to fight.”

Aizawa walked over to Kirishima and bent down to peer at him in the eyes, but Kirishima kept his gaze low, his body still bowing low. “They will receive the same punishment as you.” Aizawa raised his voice. “Until all of you learn your lesson. Is. That. Clear?!”

“Yes, sir!” They all shouted at once.

“Good, now, get out of my sight.” Aizawa said, walking away. They all moved from their position and stared at Katsuki. Most of the students when inside, but didn’t take their eyes off him until they got through the door.

Izuku was the first to move towards him, but stopped in his tracks when Todoroki gestured to Kirishima, whose shoulders moved up and down and the two of them went to go comfort him. Katsuki also started to move towards him, but the look Todoroki gave Katsuki blocked him. “Haven’t you done enough?”

“The fuck does that mean—?”

But that sentence was cut off when Katsuki saw Izuku. Katsuki definitely contemplated hitting Todoroki, but thought the better of it. Every single fucking one of them was clearly upset, but Kirishima was the one who spoke, “Dude, you went to a nightclub? To see—,” Kirishima turned his head so Katsuki couldn’t see him crying, but it was obvious he was. He sniffled loudly. “You knew how I felt about her. I literally can’t stop thinking about her,” Katsuki 100 percent understood how Kirishima felt. Not about Camie, but about Izuku, who stood less than 5 feet away from him. But he couldn’t just ignore Kirishima.

“Wait, this is about Camie?” Katsuki said. He looked at his shoes. It was Kirishima who had originally reintroduced the two, even if it was unintentional.

“Even just the way she talked to you. I would have killed someone to have her even look at me for more than 2 seconds. And last year, when you told me you got her number, I thought that this could be my chance to go ahead and just ask her out. But you two went to a nightclub and The Rage at that?” Kirishima wiped his face with his sleeve. He was also wearing an ankle bracelet. “I know what they do there, dude. Everyone in fucking Japan knows—,”

“Do you want me to apologize?” Katsuki snapped. His face reddened with anger and he tried to suppress his quirk. He closed his eyes, trying not to look at Kirishima’s face. He tried to be so manly all the time and Katsuki knew how hard it must’ve been for him to cry. They shouldn’t have come after me.

“You shouldn’t have left in the first place.” Kirishima yelled back, almost in response to Katsuki’s thought. “You’re out of control. We have all tried talking to you about what’s going on, but it’s getting to be too much to handle.”

Katsuki could hear his heart beating hard against his chest. He inhaled deeply and told the few that were still around to hear it, “Fine, you want me to apologize? I was angry and upset about the fight with Todoroki earlier. I feel left out of everyone’s business and—,” he opened his eyes and looked at Izuku. “—we’re all supposed to friends, but I’m no good at that. And Camie texted me at a bad time and I just wanted to leave for a few hours.”

“Kacchan.” the little flute said. Katsuki opened his eyes and peered up, looking into Izuku’s bright green eyes.

“It’ll take more than that to gain our trust back.” Todoroki said, shuffling back inside. The last three in the front yard was Kirishima, Katsuki and Izuku.

“I just…I’m sorry.” Kirishima said. “But Todoroki’s right, it’ll take more than that to get us to trust you again.” Kirishima smiled a bit, showing off his razor sharp teeth. “But it’s for sure a fucking good start.”

Izuku was the first to speak after a moment of silence, “Maybe we should head inside now.”

“Not yet. I have to talk to you.” Katsuki said to Izuku. “Alone. It’ll only take a second.” Kirishima smirked and patted Katsuki on the shoulder before heading inside. He and Izuku stood there, looking at each other. “You saw me leave, didn’t you, nerd?”

Izuku blushed. “It was actually Todoroki who saw you. Kacchan, we all thought—,” he stopped himself.

“Thought what?” Katsuki asked.

Izuku inhaled deeply and shook his head. “Kacchan, I’ve known you for so long. You’re really kind of arrogant and really stubborn when it comes to getting your way—,”

“Wow, what an explanation—,” Katsuki started, but Izuku yelled at him.

“I’m not fucking done, Kacchan.” Katsuki closed his mouth and gestured for Izuku to continue. “You’re stubborn. You’ve always been so confident, knowing exactly what you want and not letting anyone get in your way. But lately, it just seems like you’ve just lost it. We all, every one of us, have tried to talk to you, but you just won’t. And it’s different than before. It’s like the old you isn’t there anymore.” He paused before saying, “We thought you wanted to kill yourself. So, we went after you, but were stopped and it turned ugly. But then we explained what was going on, but by then it was kind of too late. You’d been arrested. People were posting up pictures and tagging all of us. The one of you at the nightclub and when Kirishima saw that the girl from the licensing exam was there, he shut down. We were so worried about you.” Another pause before he said, “I was really worried about you.”

Katsuki wanted to open his mouth to tell Izuku. To tell him how much he actually meant to him. That he didn’t and never deserved him. He wanted nothing more than to run up and kiss him all over his body. His heart pounded loudly in his chest. “Deku, I have to tell you something.” Izuku’s eyebrows shot up, indicating to Katsuki he was listening. Katsuki opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He didn’t know where to start or even how to begin to describe how he was feeling or why he was self-destructing. He just wanted Izuku to love him too. Say it, coward! “I can’t!”

Izuku became confused. “You can’t what?”

“Fuck.” Katsuki cursed. He covered his face with his hands for a moment, trying to wipe away all the disgrace that he felt. “Deku, I just—,” He looked around. They were still outside and the night was getting cold. Katsuki could see Izuku’s nipples poking through his tank top. He thought for a moment about his fantasy of Izuku licking his fingers and playing with them. Katsuki’s hands almost ignited instantly, but he grabbed his own arms stopping his quirk from getting out of hand, so to speak. He leaned forward, towards Izuku, whispering, “Not here.” he whispered and started walking inside. “You coming, nerd?”

Izuku followed him inside. The few people who were still awake and in the common area not saying a word to either of them as they both got onto the elevator. They said nothing and the light, sort of upbeat elevator music broke the silence between them. They got off on Katsuki’s floor and before Izuku could say no, Katsuki told him, “Come with me.” He walked down the hall and stopped at his door. He took a deep breath and unlocked it, inviting Izuku inside.

It was dark in the room, but the sunrise lit up from underneath the curtains. “You should probably put that on.” Izuku said. Put something on? Katsuki looked at what Izuku gestured too and it was the ankle bracelet. He picked it up and held it for a moment before Izuku said, “It’s kind of tricky, let me help.” Out of muscle memory, Katsuki took a step back, but then stopped himself. He held it out for Izuku to take and Izuku got on one knee and wrapped it around Katsuki’s ankle. Katsuki wanted to reach out, tangle his hair in his hands. He felt his dick start to get hard just thinking about the two of them being in the same room together. Izuku fumbled with it for about a minute before it made a click sound. “There.” he said, jumping back up. “Now you’re stuck with us!”

“Stuck with you.” Katsuki told him and Izuku giggled. Katsuki smiled too at the sound of Izuku’s laugh.

“You said you wanted to tell me something.” Izuku said, biting his lower lip. Katsuki gestured for him to sit on the bed and when he did, Katsuki sat down next to him.

Once again, silence filled the room. Occasionally, Katsuki would try to say something, but his mouth would close shut again. The two of them sat there calmly. Something felt so right about having Izuku in the room with him. A few times, he told himself to just kiss him, but thought the better of it after the events of today.

“Deku, there’s something you need to know,” Katsuki said, trying to look away from him, but Izuku’s eyes glowed in the dark. He made a sort of mhm sound. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Hot tears from the heat of his quirk filled the back of Katsuki’s eyes. Izuku reached out and touched Katsuki’s shoulder. The look on Izuku’s face wasn’t anger or frustration, but gentle with a subtle smile. They sat like that for a good minute before Izuku pulled on the tank top and Katsuki leaned forward. He wanted to lean forward to kiss him, to have their lips brush each other’s in a warm embrace. But after the evens of today, he thought the better of it. He put his head in the crook of Izuku’s neck deciding it would be better to wait until he was in the right head space. Izuku didn’t quite smell as nice as he did before—he smelled like musk and dirt, and a whole lot of outside, but Katsuki kind of liked it. They sat like that for a little while longer, and as the sun crept in beneath the curtains, Katsuki closed his eyes, not realizing how tired he was after today. Upon seeing that, Izuku laid down and Katsuki placed his head on his chest. Izuku winced a little in pain and Katsuki looked at all the scratches Izuku had on his arms for the first time. He couldn’t imagine how they must’ve felt, thinking that Katsuki would just end it all. For a moment, he pictured what it would be like to not have Izuku around, but he grabbed Izuku tighter at the thought. Izuku held him, lightly running his fingers through Katsuki’s hair, Katsuki trying to mimic the rise and fall of Izuku’s breathing. He placed an arm around Izuku’s abdomen and closely listened to rhythmic sound of his heart beating. They laid there, just holding each other until Katsuki finally opened his mouth and whispered, “Deku…”

But Izuku shook his head. “Go to sleep, Kacchan.”

At that, Katsuki drifted into a deep sleep.

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#bakudeku #bakugou x midoriya #mha bakugou #mhadeku #katsudeku #izukatsu #katsuki x izuku #myfic #myficstay

[warofshadowstheorder]

Chapter 01

It was summer and the days were long and hot.  Dawn had broken, and while the sun was out the morning air still clung to the last remnants of the cool night air.  The streets were quiet for the most part but the city air was rife with anticipation.  It focused on the pavilion that was the central hub of the town.  The eyes of the entire world would be directed to it that night, and the locals were especially looking forward to it.  But there were two men who weren’t very excited at the moment.

In anticipation for the evening’s event a 24-hour detail of security guards had been placed on the pavilion before the arrival of their federal counterparts.  The graveyard shift was being relieved, in every sense of the word, and the morning shift took over.

“How ya doin’” the first guard said after he and his partner had bidden farewell to their predecessors.

“Okay,” the second guard said, “it’s too f#$%ing early for this f#$%ing shit.”  He brought out a Thermos and filled the plastic cup with a helping of steaming hot coffee.  He brought it to his lips and winced slightly as he took it in.

“Damn that’s good,” he said after taking a breath and gesturing to his partner, “you want some?”

“Nah,” the first guard said as he brought up a can of Monster and very lightly shook it a few times.

“Trust me,” the second guard said, “this is my wife’s own blend.  It’s a helluva lot stronger than the shit that comes in a f#$%ing can or bottle.”

“Thanks all the same,” the first guard said, “but this has always been f#$%ing good enough for me.”

The two guards indulged in their respective stimulants and passed the next several minutes in silence.  They were immediately brought back to the present when a black Honda Civic drove toward the parking lot.  They tensed slightly and reached toward their guns but relaxed when the car slowly pulled into a parking space a significant distance from the front gate.  They stood in anticipation, and what followed was an incredibly welcomed surprise.

The driver’s door opened and a very beautiful 28-year-old 5 foot 6 inch woman with long flowing deep red hair stepped out.  The way she exited the car seemed as though she deliberately wanted to tantalize the guards.  She exited slowly, standing up to her full height and revealing her flawless body.  She was dressed in black relaxed-fit pants with a pair of matching flats and a white t-shirt, her eyes concealed by a pair of cheap sunglasses.

She stretched out a little after exiting the car before opening the back door and getting out two hangers with a business suit on them and a gym bag.  She closed the door and locked the car, then began moving toward the gate.  Each step she took was firm and methodical, but at the same time done with a gentle grace.

“I’m going to have to stop you right there miss,” the guard nearest to her said when she approached, “I don’t know if you’re an Octagon girl or a fighter, but the MMA event isn’t until Thursday.  The pavilion’s closed down until then except for authorized personnel.”

The woman blew a big purple bubble with her gum before setting down her sports bag and reaching into the right back pocket of her pants to produce an I.D. holder.

“How’s this?” she asked casually as she handed the I.D. over and removed her sunglasses to reveal a pair of arrestingly beautiful dark green eyes that both guards knew would never be surpassed by any others they would see in their lifetime.

After a moment, the guard looked at the badge and I.D.  The name on the I.D. read Alexis Rose Bledsoe, the photo was an exact match, and the badge was for the U.S. Secret Service.  The guard looking over the I.D. was having the biggest foot-in-mouth moment of his life, and the other guard was able to tell from his compatriot’s reaction that the beautiful woman was definitely authorized personnel.

“Yeah,” the guard with the I.D. managed to get out sheepishly, “this works.  I didn’t think you people would be arriving until later.”

“I came early,” Bledsoe remarked coolly, “if that’s alright with you.”

Not wanting to further embarrass himself, the guard simply waved Bledsoe forward.  She took her I.D. back and picked up her gym bag before walking past them and into the pavilion.  The guards both took lingering gazes at Bledsoe as she walked past, enjoying every moment until she was out of sight.

“Damn,” one guard said, “I’m in the wrong f#$%ing line of work.”

Bledsoe walked straight to the women’s locker room, spitting her gum into a nearby trash can, and found a vacant locker.  She hung up her business attire and set down her gym bag.  She took out a white tank top and a pair of black shorts along with a pair of white socks and running shoes.  She took off her clothes, leaving on the sports bra and panties she wore underneath, and placed them in the locker.

She took her time getting into her workout clothes, using the time to relax and prepare for what was ahead.  She sported a 115-pound athletic and toned figure forged over decades of dedication and hard work.  After dressing she tied her hair back in a ponytail and wrapped a wrist strap with an iPod inside around her arm.  She then took out a water bottle and filled it at a nearby fountain.

She took her gym bag and made her way outside to one of the upper levels of the pavilion.  The pavilion was primarily used for hosting sporting events and had a small gym to cater to visiting athletes as well as the local teams that played there.  Bledsoe’s adamant desire to get in a workout before the day’s event was the reason for her early arrival.

The gym was pretty simple, featuring some treadmills, a punching bag, a few weight machines, and a chin-up bar.  Bledsoe did a few stretches, selected “The Guns of Brixton” on her iPod, and then went to the bar.  She took a deep breath before jumping up and wrapping her hands around the cold metal.  The first one was always the most difficult, but once she completed her first chin-up she settled into the familiar rhythm of continuous strain.

Every time she lowered herself down only to pull herself up she felt invigorated and empowered by demonstrating her strength.  As she continued, she relished the feeling of control and power coursing through her.  The music only enhanced the experience, and she continued until she completed a set of ten and one extra.

She released the bar and dropped to the ground, taking a very satisfied breath after landing.  She gave her muscles a few moments to relax, then went to her bag to take out her hand-wraps and grappling gloves.  She wrapped her hands, then put on her gloves and moved to the punching bag.

This was by far her favorite activity, and as aggressive Hard Rock from her iPod permeated her senses she unleashed her full range of ability on the helpless bag.  Every strike she landed caused her to smile inwardly.  It all brought back memories of the many times she’d used that particular set of skills to triumph over various adversaries.

She moved around the bag in a fashion similar to a boxer, but with much more grace, speed, flexibility, and precision.  Alternating between punches, kicks, and blows with her elbows and knees, she attacked with a controlled fury that would make any person thinking she was just another pretty face think twice.

She continued to strike the bag after a few songs had run their course and her tank top became saturated with perspiration.  She relentlessly pummeled the bag until she got to the point where she could no longer lift her hands to punch…then she hit it a few more times.  She stopped and let out several labored breaths before going to her water bottle and draining it with the same fervor she’d dedicated to her previous activity.

After a few minutes of sitting down, and some softer music, she refilled her water bottle at another nearby fountain, did some Ballet-style stretches for her legs, and programmed one of the treadmills for her workout.  She put her iPod on a specially-made playlist and let the music be the driving force for her workout as she got started.

After nearly an hour on the treadmill, Bledsoe looked at her watch and saw that it was time to be concluding her workout.  She hit the cool down button on the treadmill and slowed to a walk for a few more minutes as she once again drained her water bottle.  After the cool down period was over, she stepped off the treadmill to collect her gym bag and equipment.  She then walked back to the locker room.

She disrobed completely, let her hair down, then took a towel, bottle of body wash, loofa, and bottle of shampoo/conditioner out of her gym bag.  She went into the shower area and turned one on, her muscles still sore from her intense workout, and waited for it to heat up.  When the water reached an ideal temperature, she stepped under it and immediately felt a rush of pleasure course through her body as the hot water washed over her.

After taking a few blissful moments to allow the feeling of the water to rush through her, she prepared the loofa.  Once she was satisfied she began to scrub her body.  She was sure to get everywhere for a thorough cleaning.  She cleaned in very smooth and thorough strokes, except for two spots; two small identically-shaped scars on her stomach just under her sternum and above her left breast.  She’d become proficient at cleaning around them and letting the flowing water clean them and the immediately-surrounding area.

She finished washing her body then did the same to her hair.  After her shower, she dried off and took a hairdryer out of her gym bag to work on her hair, careful to maintain eye contact with herself the entire time.  When she finished she could hear male voices outside.  Knowing that it was almost time for the preliminary briefing, Bledsoe quickly finished drying her hair, brushed it until it was flowing, and tied it back in a tight bun before dressing in her professional attire.  She reached into her gym bag and took out a pack of grape Bubblicious, putting another piece in her mouth, before locking up her things and leaving.

She stepped out to see a few other agents dressed in a similar manner to herself moving to higher levels of the pavilion.  She followed suit and moved up to the boardroom in the pavilion normally reserved for meetings between management and other officials who either ran the pavilion or passed through for events.  Bledsoe found that she was one of the last agents to enter and that several of the others had already settled in.

The agents had been hand-picked by Secret Service Assistant Director Peter Andrews, who himself had been a highly-regarded agent before being moved to his current position, and were designed to provide the best protection while not being overly numerous.

Bledsoe had been in the Secret Service for 5 years, but was new to protection duty after having spent her career in Anti-Counterfeiting.  She’d come to know a few of the agents in the room, mostly by reputation.  They were all there for a briefing on their mission for the evening, and although the information that was to be presented was of vital importance every one of them knew that getting through it would be a challenge.

Bledsoe saw an empty seat in the back and made her way to it.  On her way over she saw several agents already engaging in whatever activities they employed to keep awake and focused.  The two agents she knew best were Tyson Kowalski, who was quietly slicing away portions of a piece of paper with a fairly large pocket knife, and Alejandro Cruz, who was turning a coin he got from his time in the Army’s 5th Group Special Forces over the tops of his fingers.

“Good morning,” agent Jamison Taylor, the head of the detail, said in a voice loud enough to command the attention of all present “we’ve all been through this drill before and I don’t need to stress the importance of tonight.”  He pressed a button on a remote and a diagram showing the layout of the pavilion was projected onto a screen behind him.  Different points were labeled with agents’ names and Taylor held a laser pointer in his other hand.

“As you can see,” Taylor continued, “the layout here is pretty similar to most of the other venues we’ve worked on in this campaign.  But, as you well know, we can’t afford to get lax on this.  I don’t have any special instructions for tonight that differ from our typical protocol.  However, tonight we must be no less diligent than ever.  Those of you who’ve been here pulling surveillance have given us excellent intel about possible security risks.  For those of you who haven’t, here’s the rundown.”

Taylor began the often tedious process of conducting the briefing in earnest, focusing specifically on every, including those that to the outsider would seem irrelevant, detail gathered by agents who had been conducting surveillance around the pavilion and surrounding areas.  

Many of the agents, including Bledsoe, felt that Taylor’s briefs went at least an hour longer than they needed to.  Bledsoe tried to be positive and give Taylor the benefit of the doubt by rationalizing that his lengthy briefs were merely a manifestation of how seriously he took his job and assignments.

The brief dragged on, and those in attendance did their best to catch every detail and remain focused.  Bledsoe blew a few big bubbles with her gum, careful to ensure that she wasn’t noisy enough to be a distraction to the other agents.  After some time, Taylor concluded the brief.

“If there aren’t any questions,” Taylor stated before pausing to allow for any questions or input from his audience, “then we’ll move out for our final checks and then I want every one of you in position.  Those of you on the escort squad will move out with me, the rest of you report to Agent Shaughnessy.  Dismissed.”

With that a small group of agents moved to Taylor and then exited the conference room.  The rest of them gathered around Agent Shaughnessy, a tall and stocky man with dark hair in a flattop and a stone-faced expression.  Bledsoe and the other agents gathered around Shaughnessy.

“Okay,” Shaughnessy said with a deep strong voice, “if any of you tuned out the bulk of Taylor’s brief…you were right to do so.  It’s basically the same drill tonight as we’ve been going through.  There aren’t any unique threats in this area, and the surveillance intel didn’t bring up any red flags.  So, usual procedure, everyone get to it and radio me when you’re in position.  Move out!”

Shaughnessy waited by the door as the agents left and began to go about their respective tasks.  He prided himself on being at least somewhat familiar with every agent in his group, at the very least he could place the correct name with each face.  As each agent left, Shaughnessy would call them by name and give them some words of encouragement.

Bledsoe was one of the last agents to leave, Shaughnessy sent her off by saying “good luck bubbles.”  Bledsoe responded by rolling her eyes and scratching the back of her head with her middle finger as she walked past Shaughnessy.  She walked off to the stairs leading up to her assigned position, again depositing her gum into a trash can on the way up.

#novel #action-adventure #fantasy #historical fiction

[parkeraul]

pull me in — 1

a/n: i wanted to insist on grease!shawn and if you like it, i’ll publish the other parts. not sure it’s gonna be longer than 5 chapters, but hands up: badboy!shawn ahead.  warnings: cursing, mentions of hook ups.  words: 3,7k

She doesn’t know how many hours she spent awake instead of going immediately to bed after a long day. That was typical of her to avoid resting in order to sit down in front of her mirror and brush her hair, strand by strand, to let the thick light-brown locks be correctly fixed even though no one’s going to see her in her sleep. Also, she always had this compulsive manner of rolling her bangs into that big & pink hair curler her grandmother gave to her a few years ago for her birthday — because OH-MY-GOD a lady should always be prepared to every situation, no matter the time; you HAVE to look good. Who knows if the love of your life isn’t coming for you at anytime? It’s hard to deny that her grandma does have a point and, to be honest, there’s nothing else in the world that she loves more than spending time alone to take care of herself. People at school call her preppy and it would be a lie if she said she doesn’t agree [or isn’t kinda proud of].

At the moment she feels her eyes heaving and her body giving into the softness of the blankets and mattress, the glass of her window pulls her out of her serenity with a loud bang. She huffs and turns around, thinking it’s just the rain getting thicker and shooting ice stones all over the neighbourhood.

Another loud bang.

Snapping her eyes open, she breathes deeply to keep her patience centered. Since she was a little kid, patience was never her strong characteristic and everyone who knows her barely well can confirm this. There was never a possible second option, there was never a plan B — if she wants something, she’s gonna get it and good luck to the one who dares stepping into her way, because it’s certain that it’ll be the beginning of World War III.

Just when she thinks about grabbing another pillow to cover her ear, comes one more crash with more rocks at the same time.

The sound of the thin rain outside can’t ease her nerves like it always does; the cozy bedroom and the warm temperature of her covers can’t stop her from growling furiously like an angry little puppy while she sits down on her bed to remove the hair curler and toss it away, her grandmother’s voice annoying the inside of her mind with those classic words “You never show up to a guy without at least a decent hair” and God she never knew she’d hate the sweet but shaky tone of that voice so much. Getting up on her feet after pulling away the white fluffy covers, she grabs her curtains with all the rage she’s feeling to drag it across the window. Her face is scrunched in all possible ways, the cheeks turning into a dark shade of pink while the short hairs of her bangs are trying to come down back to her forehead. Holding onto the wooden base of her window, she moves it up and finds the reason to all the crashes against the glass. “What the fuck you think you doing?” She tries to scream and be low at the same time, spitting her words through gritted teeth at Shawn down in the middle of the street, holding two rocks in each one of his hands as the raindrops slips along his leather jacket. "Open up, Lyssa,” He yells back, dropping the stones to bring his palms to the sides of his mouth like she can’t listen to him being loud enough already to wake up her family. “You know you want to!” “First of all, asshole,” Inching her body closer to the lower edge of her window, she sets her head a little bit to the outside so she won’t need to yell. “From now on, for you only, it’s Alyssa Stempford,” Shawn rolls his eyes so intensely that Alyssa can get the sight of them going to the back of his head from where she’s standing on the second roof of her house. He crosses his arms, holding back that stupid smirk she doesn’t know if she loves or hates so much. “You done?” Shawn asks sarcastically, earning a roll of eyes from her too. “Second of all,” She prompts right after, tugging a strand of her hair behind her ear. “If it depends on me, you’ll putrefy outside while the rain makes the job of melting your body little by little.” Her frantic words are making her head tilt quickly as she speaks, those charming bangs that Shawn loves so much shaking lightly as she pulls back to pin her window down again. “Alyssa—“ “Good. Night.” The window slams shut after she pronounces her words in a paused rhythm, leaving the curly-haired boy still left in the wet asphalt with his white tank top getting soaked and he’s sure he’s gonna get a cold but whatever, something about Alyssa makes him crave her even in her angriest form — it’s sure a challenge for him and the tougher it is, the more he wants.

She’s back in bed, giving no fucks about curling her bangs again while the two heavy blankets cover her body again. Would she start crying? Never in Shawn’s wildest dreams. No ma’am. He can go on and call her heartless like he did once or twice, she’ll proudly wear it out and even wait for a trophy if you may, with golden-bright letters across it saying “Alyssa Stempford, the coldest bitch in Canada. Pickering, 1958.”

She has no time to facepalm and rub her face to vanish the stress away, the knocks are back along with his smooth voice she never admitted she loves hearing.

“Lyssa!” The sound of his tone is muffled by the closed window, as the rocks keep on hitting the glass repeatedly and he starts to reach notes like he’s performing a romantic serenade for everyone to listen how fucked he is for Alyssa. “Oh, Lyssa, don’t you go breaking my poor little heart…” Seriously? She growls again, leaving her bed one more time to open her wardrobe feverishly in search of any extra pillows to cover her ear because the truth is that she doesn’t wanna fall for him and his stupid ways to compel her. She’s tired of letting him think he’s in control when he’s actually just being the fuckboy everyone told her he is. There is a sudden silence that drags her to the moments when she first saw him jumping off his huge motorcycle, catching everyone’s eyes as he released those smooth curls from the helmet and got up, fixing his outfit and running a hand through the messy locks. She’s sure her jaw was threatening to fall down like it did when he started chatting with the people surrounding him, acting like a fairytale prince towards all the girls and making the boys jealous of his intimidating posture. Alyssa was fresh new in Canada, coming from one of the various countries she’d lived in due to her father’s job but finally landing somewhere she wouldn’t struggle so much with the language or ambient. And it would be so much easier with that broad boy, handsome as ever, sun cascading over his defined features and reddening his cheeks—

“Oooooh, Lyssa! You’re tearing me apart, baby, yeah…”

She’s so nervous that she wants to laugh desperately. Her fingers are curling to the inside of her hand, red nails punishing the skin like they’re about to rip it open and she stands on her feet for the millionth time that day — dramatic addition just like classic Alyssa does — and she doesn’t care to close the wardrobe door, going straight to the front of her window to open it, hopefully, for the last time that night.

“Shut the fuck up?!”

He grins quietly, staring up at the most beautiful girl in his humble opinion.

“I just wanna be with you, ooh with you,”

“I swear to Lucifer!”

“Stop screaming, darlin’, and kiss me instead…”

“I’ll fuck the shit out of you.”

“I’ll let you do anything, babygirl…” He clears his throat, smirking devilishly and thinking about the best rhyme he can do to get her weakening. “If you let me splay you… All over my bed—“

“Shhhhh!” Alyssa hisses urgently. If her father ever listens to this, it’s a fact that both Shawn and her are going to drop dead the next morning.  “What do you want after all?” His boyish smile seems to grow more and more, remembering about those days where they were making out so passionately in his bedroom. And in the back of the school’s building. And inside the diner’s restroom. And Brian’s house at the living room. Oh, and inside his dad’s car. There was also that time after French class after everyone was gone and the teacher left to look for the keys to the classroom’s door. The couch of his basement. The library. The parking lot after Elvis Presley’s concert. The backyard under the sunlight; the field next to the lake when they went out for a picnic; the movies; the garage of her house in the middle of the night; the locker room of the hockey team—.

“You didn’t give me a chance to talk to you today,” He says, theatrically pouting and feeling his poor little heart ache. There’s not a single second away from her that doesn’t punch him in the chest. “Mm? What do you say?” “You really think I’m talking to you after what I saw on tuesday?” “I was looking forward to this,” What a cocky piece of shit. “See? You read my mind, Lyssa,” Shawn bites on his lip to hold back a laugh and spread his hand open in front of him, like he’s coming out defeated by a bigger force. “Sorry, Alyssa Stempford.”

He’s ridiculous. That’s what she thinks. How can a boy be so beautifully annoying?

“Where do you think you’re going?” Alyssa interrupts his steps towards the front door, his frame nearly disappearing under her roof. “Gonna see if you finally remembered about using your keys this time.” Shawn managed to break into her house silently sometimes, unable to stay away from her cuddles and being surprisingly successful on not getting caught by her parents, tiptoeing upstairs in a way Alyssa would never understand — considering that he loves being pretty loud when he’s next to her, just to catch her attention and make her laugh so his chest and stomach would get all of those butterflies filling him up with love. “Uh-uh,” She clicks her tongue in denial after humming. “You stay right there, you’re not coming inside.” “But Lyssa, it’s raining in here!” Shawn whines, making puppy eyes to melt her heart as the water straightens his curls, hair clinging to his forehead and face getting all wet while the rain intensifies. “Go home then,” She says as if it’s simple for him. “There’s nothing stopping you.” “But you’re my home—“ “Oh, no! Ew!” He bursts into laughs, not surprised to have this reaction from her because she does that everytime he gets way too passionate for her taste. He can’t say he doesn’t love this, because it always leads him to the perfect opportunities to tease her until she gives into his kiss and stops being such a cold-hearted girl. His cold-hearted girl. Or at least it’s what he dreams of. “Let me in or I’ll start singing again.” “Why don’t you sing to your motorcycle? Oh, better: Why don’t you give your ex-girlfriend a ride to school while you make up those silly lyrics like you did two days ago?” He can tell she’s furious by the way she avoids looking at him, sticking a finger after the other to elect the phases of that horrible episode she had to see on tuesday. “I—“ Shawn exhales, puffing the air off his lungs to his cheeks and then out of them. He’s having a hard time staring at her, the waterdrops insisting on get into his eyes as he squints his eyelids to cover his irises partly. “I can explain that!” “Good!” She widens her eyebrows, faking an excitement. “Save your words to put them into a song. The paper is sure way more interested than I am.”

And just like that, stubborn as always, she storms away to the corridor and leaves Shawn talking to the sky above his damp body.

They’re both working quickly.

She’s fast to go downstairs and find the keys to set inside the lock, twisting the cold metal until she hears the soft click while the tree next to her window is dancing from side to side slightly, Shawn’s silhouette swinging with it as he does his best climbing all the way up to jolt his middle forwards and reach the window that she’d left open with the arm that’s not holding the wood for dear life. And of course it’s not his first time doing this. If there’s something Shawn can add to his resume is the gift of being a very talented and skilled tree-climber. God knows how many times he ran away from his own house and some other houses using trees and tricks he’d been learning for good years.

On top of the tree and holding onto the wooden piece that draws the base of her window, he brings his other arm and, when he finds the perfect balance, he releases his legs from the tree to push the material down — body rising as a consequence — until he’s able to set his leg inside her bedroom and feel the floor underneath his foot, promptly bringing the rest of his limbs with him.

He’s preparing to jump out of this window as quick as he got inside through it, because he’s soaking the carpet of her bedroom but just to make sure she won’t throw him, he closes it once more and fixes his hair, hand eventually coming down to wipe the droplets from his rosy face. Hearing soft footsteps trailing the way from the beginning of the corridor to Alyssa’s room, Shawn closes the curtains and freezes in place, not sure where to hide but hoping that the darkness wouldn’t let someone recognize his figure. As if.

But he immediately identifies the pattern of her breathing.

Yes.

The fuckin’ pattern of her breathing.

He had her sighs memorized from the many times he kissed her wonderful lips until she went breathless and from the moments watched her sleep in peace curled against his body at the times he broke into her house by the window or when she lied to her parents that she’d spend the night with her best friends to be on Shawn’s bed, rolling across it with his body hovering over hers and vice-versa until the sunrise.

She’s careful to close her door discreetly, the silk-blue nightdress swinging lightly when she spins in place to face the doorknob she’s holding, pushing it slowly until it’s closed. Too concentrated, she hadn’t noticed a taller frame coming behind her back with arms open and ready to embrace her.

“Lyssa, listen,” He whispers.

And there’s the perfect recipe for disaster.

“LORD JESUS C—“ She turns around, trembling.

“No, no, no,” Shawn instantly covers her mouth, holding her waist with his other arm still whispering as lowly as possible. “Shhh, it’s me, baby, it’s just me.”

Her eyes are wide open, mouth still parted against his palm and it’s almost like he can hear her heartbeat increasing insanely. Yeah, good luck for him to get out of this alive.

“Gotta keep quiet, love—“

“Don’t call me love!” She murmurs after pushing his arm away, hating him even more for smiling and graze her with both arms like she’s not even 1% mad at him. “Get out!”

“Not before you listen to me.”

“You’re ruining my carpet, you dumbass—“

“I’ll lick it clean if you close that pretty little mouth and let me explain why I took Bea to school that day.”

“Bea?”

“Beatrice Fitzpatrick, Alyssa Stempford. Better?”

“It’s the bare minimum.”

“C’mere,” He travels his big hands to cup her pretty face, watching her frowned eyebrows and the honey bangs being moved by his breath coming out of his nose, fanning the little locks. “I want a kiss first, eh?” He licks his lips before pressing them against hers and fuck it’s so delicious to have his mouth, all wet and smooth pecking hers slowly and repetitively. They’re both humming, this simple action sending a wave of desire to both their most sensible parts already and it would be even better if Alyssa hadn’t stopped when she felt his tongue poking out to slip past her lips. “Babe, stop! You’re being unreasonable.”

“I’m being what?”

“You know that there’s no reason to be jealous of her! We broke up ages ago,” They’re both sounding squeaky through their breaths, trying not to disturb anyone else. “Come on, Aly.”

“Okay,” She mumbles, walking to sit at the end of her bed and she’s a sight for him right now. Silky legs crossed, her arms stretched at her sides and giving him a slight view of the swell of her breasts and her tempting face tilts to the side, lightening a fire under his dirtiest thoughts. “You have 5 minutes.”

“Ha! Very funny—“

“Four and fifty-nine…”

“Really, Alyssa?” He puts his hands on his waist.

“Four and fifty-eight…” She lifts an eyebrow, internally warning ‘you better start before I change my mind’ towards his confused expression. She’s unbelievable; she’s impossible.

“Stop!” Shawn whines again, laughing and crushed. Alyssa’s stubbornness is tough to deal with and after months, he still doesn’t know how to act with it. After all, she always gets him on his knees for her, his heart says he’s gotta have her. “You’re being such a brat, Ly.”

“Four and…” Each of her fingers is coming forward to touch her thumb, her mind pretending to be working on simple math. “Fifty-six?! Time’s running, Peter Raul.”

“Alright, look,” And so he knees in front of her, facing her sweet legs and moving his wet curls away from his hazel eyes. “Mrs. Fitzpatrick called me, ‘kay? Saying that her car ran out of gas and she couldn’t reach her husband at that moment to bring someone to fix that. The car wouldn’t move, you know, Lys?”

Alyssa’s face is softening, although she’s still serious and not blinking, too distracted by his loving raspy-low tone and the little scar on his rosy cheek. She keeps quiet, waiting for him to go somewhere coherent with this.

“I can’t help it, the moms love me,” Shawn shrugs, grinning like an idiot. “Anyways, she asked me to pick Bea—, Beatrice up and give her a ride otherwise she would be late for class, which she can’t be because she’s been missing lots of classes.”

“Oh, how do you know that?”

“Mrs.Fitzpatricktoldme.” Hurrying his words to make it clear he isn’t making shit up, he says as his fingers come up to touch her shins and his mouth goes forward to place a sweet kiss on her knee. “You know me! I’m such a family boy, I wouldn’t say no to a favor.”

“Mm,” She resists, ignoring the knot on her lower stomach showing up as he drags his red lips up to the beginning of her thigh. “That’s all?”

“All, Lyssa,” He shuts his eyes close, feeling the warm flesh under his mouth as he plants open mouthed smooches on her leg. “Promise ya nothing else happened, that’s just it. Don’t be mad at me, babe.”

“Great,” Alyssa says, regretting treating him so bad but still not ready to say she’s sorry. “Now pull away, you’re soaking me.”

“That’s the intention, dumbass,” He inches closer, making a trail of wet pecks up her thigh as the skin shows goosebumps and chills take over her neck. “Let me stay the night?”

“Shawn—“

“Come on! I’m being good, I told you everything.”

“It’s too risky, we—“

“I’ll be quiet! No one’s going to know I’m here.”

“Who’s being stubborn now?”

“At least I’m being rational.”

“Do you wanna stay or?”

“I do! Please, please, please, please…”

He grabs handfuls of her legs and goes over her, kissing her exposed chest all the way to her neck — sucking softly at the sensitive sides — and stops at her mouth, brushing their noses and lips together while whispering his please over and over again. She lets her middle drop down on her mattress, looking up at the ceiling while she considers all the pros and cons of letting him stay. What if her dad sees them? What if he can’t sneak out by the morning? What if her brother invades her room like he does sometimes without further warnings? What if Karen finds out he wasn’t at Brian’s and comes to reveal her parents all the things about their relationship?

“Lyssa?”

Her mind is still somewhere else, thinking about a safe way to let this happen.

“Lys?”

She could make him hide inside her wardrobe on that big space she used to keep her blankets before moving them to the basement.

“Lyssie?”

Or she could lock her door and just tell her parents she’s having one of those terrible period cramps she gets sometimes.

“Alyyyyssaaaa…”

Better! When everyone’s ready to go to the Montgomery’s annual party, she can say that she’s too busy with Biology homework.

“Ly. Ly, Ly, Ly, Ly, Lyssa, Lyly, Aly, Aly-ly-ly,”

“What?” She nearly yells.

“Watcha thinkin’? He asks in a childish tone, chin placed perfectly between her round breasts covered with light freckles from last summer days. His fingers are drawing twisted lines along her sides, threatening to come up and cup her nipples pearling through the thin fabric. Shawn never gets tired of glancing at every detail on her body, smiling like the fucked boy he is for her only.

“Promise you’re gonna be quiet?”

“A hundred percent.”

“Not gonna break into the kitchen in the middle of the night?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Won’t snore?”

“I don’t snore!” Shawn comes out high-pitched, totally offended. How would a handsome guy like Shawn snore? No way.

“That’s the spirit!” Alyssa says ironically, raising her middle a little and Shawn doesn’t inch a millimeter, face still glued to her chest. She tugs at his wet locks, bringing him closer. “Gonna take those clothes off for me?”

“Would rather having you undressing me, pretty girl.” He whispers against her lips, biting at the lower one and pulling it to himself before letting the swollen flesh spring back to its place.

“Whatever keeps you away from wetting my entire bed.”

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[anubislover]

Welcome to the Heart Pirates, Nami-ya Chapter 5: The Masks We Wear

“You are, without a doubt, the most arrogant asshole I’ve ever met!” Nami screamed, her voice echoing down the steel hallway. Most of the crew had taken cover in any room they could find—things had been tense ever since the sunburn incident over a week ago, everyone walking on eggshells waiting for Law’s inevitable revenge. They all knew it wouldn’t be right away; the man liked to take his time, meticulously planning while his victim was lulled into a false sense of security, thinking he had forgiven and forgotten. There was already a large betting pool on what would happen and when, with theories ranging from her waking up to a room full of organs to being forced to wear a skimpy nurse uniform.

Most were silently praying for the latter.

Across from her, Law glared, arms crossed and knuckles white as a small vein popped in his neck out of frustration. They’d been arguing for nearly ten minutes, and for a man who was used to having his orders followed immediately and enthusiastically, it was quickly growing wearisome. “And you’re the most infuriating little witch I’ve ever encountered. I’m not even asking much; it’s completely within your skillset.”

“Like hell it is! You’d have more luck convincing me to wear your crew’s stupid jumpsuits!”

“And deprive my men of seeing you prance around in practically nothing? Morale would tank.”

She crossed her arms, scowling. “Then we agree; I’m not doing it.”

“Our agreement was that you work for me; that means you listen to my orders and carry them out, no arguments.”

“I absolutely never agreed to the ‘no arguments’ part.”

“All I’m asking is for you to pull your weight by using your skills as the Cat Thief to assist me in a little infiltration job. Or do you not know how to act like a lady?” he taunted.

She bristled at the insult but refused to take the bait. “I already pull my weight; I help Bepo with his maps, guide you through storms, and do my share of chores.”

“I’ll concede to the first two, but I know you’ve been conning the men into doing your cleaning.”

She didn’t even try to stop the pleased smirk from curving her lips. “I can’t help it if they feel like being gentlemen by taking on some extra mopping so I can dedicate my time to more important matters.”

“And you thank them by stealing their wallets.”

“It’s no secret I’m a thief; they should know better than to let their guards down around me. Consider it training; you said I shouldn’t let my skills degrade, and a pretty face like mine could be their downfall if they don’t smarten up.”

“That’s the only reason I haven’t removed your hands for it, Nami-ya,” Law replied sourly. “That being said, I’m ordering you to stop stealing from them. It’s not nice to take advantage of your crew.”

Infuriated, she jabbed him in the chest. “They’re not my crew! We’re in a temporary alliance, and I’m fine working with them, but I’m a Straw Hat! Get that through your pigheaded-skull!”

A hand shot forward, grabbing her wrist and pulling her close to Law’s tall, imposing form. “For all intents and purposes, until the year is up, you’re a Heart Pirate. I said when you first arrived, I intend on making the most of having you on my crew, and I meant it.” Arguing was getting him nowhere, so he quickly changed tactics. A shiver ran up Nami’s spine as he leaned close, hot breath ghosting over her sensitive ear and neck. “You’re stealthy, clever, beautiful, and one of the best burglars on the Grand Line. I can’t imagine a better partner. With our combined skillsets, a job like this should be both easy and extremely profitable. I just need your help searching the place for some classified documents once the party’s in full swing.”

A hint of pink dusted her cheeks at his flattery. “Documents?”

“Inside the main study is a safe full of Marine codes, reports on the various atrocities they’ve caused in the name of ‘justice,’ names of soldiers infiltrating pirate crews—all things that go for millions of belli on the black market. Besides that, our target is known for having expensive tastes. Bejeweled trinkets, high-end art, gold statuettes; the man’s loaded.”

Nami couldn’t help it; belli signs flashed in her eyes at the thought of getting her hands on that treasure. Law’d said he had a big job planned, and clearly, he wasn’t kidding.

It was clear that he had her attention, so the Dark Doctor pressed on, voice dropping an octave to seductively murmur, “And that’s just the study. Imagine all the rich pockets you could pick at the party. Far more profitable than my crew, and anything you manage to steal on your own is completely yours; I won’t even demand a cut.” Brushing his free hand across the sleeve of her borrowed shirt, he added, “I was even generous enough to buy you a new dress for the occasion, since you’ll need to look the part of a rich doctor’s lover.”

As much as she hated it, she was wavering. When he’d first proposed—or more specifically, ordered—she escort him to a party as his date, she’d refused on principle. But damn, after only a month, he was starting to figure out her weaknesses, and right now, money was a big one. She had very little to her name on the ship; most of her clothes were borrowed from Ikkaku, and while they’ve made port a couple times, she hadn’t been able to get much beyond the essentials. So the idea of having fresh, wealthy victims and an outfit of her own that she didn’t even have to pay for was tempting indeed.

Too bad she knew pirates like him didn’t do anything for free.

Ignoring the overwhelming heat of his proximity and her natural greed, hazelnut eyes met his hooded gaze suspiciously. “What’s your real game here, Law?”

To his credit, his lazy grin didn’t falter. “Maybe I just think it’ll be amusing to watch you force yourself to shower me with love and adoration all night.”

Nami didn’t buy it for a second. Beneath the sharp scent of soap and antiseptic, she could smell a con. “And who, exactly, owns the house we’ll be infiltrating?”

The confident expression finally slid off his face. “Baron Harpin Gerald, former Head of Intelligence for the Navy.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“He’s over 70 years old—far past his prime.”

“Whitebeard was 72 and still considered the Strongest Man in the World! Garp’s even older and he can throw cannonballs like baseballs! And do you really think a couple of pirates won’t be recognized at a former Marine bigwig’s gala? Especially one of the fucking Supernova?!” she shouted, trying to pull away for the certified madman who’d managed to rope her into service.

Not budging or releasing his hold on the slippery thief, he stated, “Lucky that it’s a masquerade ball, then. A good mask, some temporary hair dye, and no one will suspect a thing. Besides, no pirate would be brazen enough to walk right into the lion’s den.”

“You mean stupid enough.”

“And here I thought you’d enjoy making a little extra cash.”

“I like staying out of jail more. Besides, I’ve seen what your powers can do; you don’t even need to attend the party!”

Gold eyes narrowed in annoyance, though she got the sense it wasn’t fully at her. “On that scale, everyone with eyes will notice a mysterious blue bubble springing up out of nowhere, and someone is sure to raise the alarm,” he countered. “The other problem is that the safe is made out of Seastone—that means my powers are useless, and even touching the damn thing weakens me. So, I need a more traditional thief by my side as back-up.”

Realization hit her like Luffy’s Gum-Gum Bazooka. “You’ve tried to rob him before, haven’t you?”

“Once, about six months ago. Far from a success, though at least the injuries were minimal and he never found out who got past his defenses.”

She frowned. Now it definitely made sense why he wanted to infiltrate the masquerade, but she was still skeptical. “How do you even plan to get us in? If this party’s as fancy as you say, there’ll be a guest list, invitations, at the very list some kind of ID check at the entrance to keep the riffraff out.”

Law reached into his jean pocket, drawing out a shiny, embossed invitation. “Then it’s a good thing Dr. Goodheart Adrian M.D. and his plus-one have already RSVP’d.”

“You really think they’ll fall for a fake invitation?”

“I sent Uni ahead to switch out the guest list with an updated version. Bribed a servant to let him take his place. He sent me a message this morning that he was successful, so we’re in.”

“Like anyone would believe you’re a real doctor.”

“I am a real doctor—I wouldn’t have been able to save Mugiwara’s life if I weren’t,” he said pointedly.

Nami winced. There was that painful reminder of exactly how much she owed this man and that, whether she liked it or not, she was obligated to follow his orders for the sake of their deal. The whole plan sounded absolutely insane, but it was still a plan—far more than she was used to on her own crew.

And she really needed the money. Not just for shopping; being so poor again brought back too many painful memories of her childhood, of being poor and watching Bellemere eat nothing but mikans so her kids would have enough to eat. Of putting aside the majority of her haul after every job, counting down the days until she’d have enough to buy back her village. Of watching those shady Marines destroy the mikan grove, hauling away her stash so Arlong could keep her forever. Treasure was more than just shiny coins and cute outfits to her—it was a safety net, something she clung to as tightly as a child might a security blanket.

Money could keep monsters at bay, and now that she was stuck on a ship with the Surgeon of Death, that fact was more prominent than ever.

So as much as she wanted to refuse and wipe that smug glint from his eye, she knew he had her backed into a corner, where the most she could do was give in gracefully.

At long last, she sighed, “My dress better have pockets.”

XXX

Though she generally preferred casual clothes, Nami appreciated expensive things, and the gown Law had gotten her definitely screamed “money.” The gold satin overdress, embossed with darker gold leopard spots, draped over her curves magnificently, cinching tightly at the waist with a black and gold belt; the bottom had an under layer of stiff interfacing, allowing it to flare out like a ballgown without the need for tulle or petticoats while concealing a daring slit where she could slip her ill-gotten goods into the many hidden interior pockets or expose the pale flesh of her leg as a distraction. The plunging neckline was nearly to her sternum, and the long, billowing sleeves hid her signature tattoo. It was more like an extremely fancy robe in its design, and underneath was a skintight, black, spaghetti-strap bodysuit much better for sneaking around in, her Clima-Tact strapped to her thigh. A string of pearls and matching earrings completed the look—it wasn’t quite as fancy as what she was sure other women would be wearing, but it was what she had, and it was less conspicuous than going unadorned. If she were lucky, maybe she’d have the opportunity to swipe something better off a drunk heiress.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” the Cat Thief grumbled as she carefully applied eyeliner. A long, dark purple wig covered her orange hair, the loose, elegant curls pinned away from her face with a few barrettes inlaid with pearls, letting the rest cascade down her back like a midnight waterfall. Ikkaku had given her permission to use as much of her makeup as needed, and with a bit of contouring and highlighter, Nami could hardly recognize herself.

“I can,” the engineer chimed from her bed where she’d been studying the mansion’s blueprints. She and the rest of the crew were tasked with causing a number of diversions throughout the island that would draw away the guards and authorities, giving the pair inside the perfect opportunity to sneak away to the study. “He made you an offer you couldn’t refuse. Honestly, I’m kind of jealous.”

“What, you want to be Law’s girlfriend for the night? Because I’m willing to trade.”

“Hell no—last time we tried that cover, I couldn’t keep a straight face. Nearly tanked the whole plan. But it’s cute how far he’s willing to go to get you on his side. It’s even funnier that you pretend you don’t like it.”

Nami snorted, brushing on some mascara, pleased with how sultry the fanned-out lashes made her almond eyes. “I don’t like it. He’s a creep, and Luffy’s rival, and I’m still waiting for the day I wake up on his operating table, heart and liver and kidneys on display and ready for sale. Or for him to sell me wholesale to the highest bidder.”

Shaking her head, Ikkaku replied matter-of-factly, “He wouldn’t do that to you unless you really tried to fuck us over. Like, there was one guy who joined up not long after me who tried to sell Bepo to some slavers—Minks go for a lot at auctions. Captain’s not usually one for cold-blooded torture, but he made that bastard suffer. Last we saw him, the guy was in pieces being shipped off to separate corners of the four Blues.”

She shuddered at the image, though she couldn’t bring herself to fault his reaction. The more she got to know Bepo, the more she wanted to protect him, too, and from what she’d gathered, the bear was one of Law’s oldest and closest friends. “Now that I believe, but are you seriously not afraid of him? You’ve seen what he can do, and while he’s not as bad as I thought, you can’t tell me all of his reputation’s government propaganda.”

“Why would I be? Even if he was as ruthless as the papers say, Captain Law takes care of his crew. Plus, I’m indispensable around here, and I grew up with four older brothers, so I know a thing or two about how many buttons I can push before I’m in any real trouble.” She smirked, as if she’d just discovered a big secret. “You’re not scared because you think he’ll actually slice you up—otherwise, you wouldn’t backtalk him so much. What you’re really afraid of is the fact that you’re not at the top of the food chain anymore.”

It gutted her that her friend wasn’t wrong. Though Luffy was captain, from the get-go Nami had basically been the one who ran the ship, bending the others to her will with either her feminine wiles or her fists. And while she certainly had most of the Heart Pirates wrapped around her finger, she didn’t like that Law had real power and authority over her while her usual threats and tactics had minimal effect on the cool captain. “It’s far from the only reason, but yeah, it doesn’t help. Don’t get me wrong—you’ve all been super nice and accommodating—but I’m not exactly a trusting person. And Law’s way more…I guess intimidating is the best word to use, than Luffy ever was. So I’m not going to be joining the guy’s fan club anytime soon.”

“Fair, but just give Captain a chance, yeah? He might surprise you.”

Before she could argue that she wanted absolutely no surprises from the Surgeon of Death, there was a knock at the door, the raps against the metal quick and precise.

“Seems someone’s here to pick you up for your date,” Ikkaku sing-songed.

Hazel eyes glared at her bunkmate as she got up to answer the door. “It’s not a date, and if you call it that again, you’re gonna find out why exactly why I’m Head Bitch in Charge on the Sunny.”

Steeling herself, Nami smoothed down the stiff fabric of her gown, determined to treat this night with the same level of professionalism Law used in the infirmary. A few hours of acting, looking pretty, and sneaking around, and then she could plan her next shopping spree. And despite his arrogance and innuendos, she was sure Law would take this just as seriously—after all, it was his plan, and the payout affected the whole crew. He knew what he was doing, and with the amount of thought and care he put into crafting this elaborate scheme, there was no way he’d risk it by pushing her buttons. Perhaps the night wouldn’t be a total disaster.

Those reassuring thoughts flew out the window into the ocean depths to probably be eaten by a sea king the moment she opened the door.

“Please tell me that’s not your disguise.”

Looking down at himself, the Dark Doctor’s brow furrowed. “I see nothing wrong with it.” Admittedly, he looked good; midnight blue hair, including his goatee and sideburns, was dyed black, and he’d put in grey contacts to cover the distinctive gold. His suit was sleek black satin, the knee-length, high-collared coat cutting a rather dashing figure. The vest was black and gold brocade, shiny gold buttons and matching watch chain adding a little extra flare. In his hand was a polished mahogany cane with a silver handle shaped like a bird’s skull, and Nami wondered if it was secretly a sword like Brook’s.

Yes, she could admit Law looked very handsome, but it was a shit disguise. For god’s sake, he was still wearing his hat!

“You think some colored contacts and dying your hair is enough to fool people?” she said, exasperated. “You’re a Supernova; your wanted poster’s one of the most recognizable this side of the Grand Line. You didn’t even bother to cover up your tattoos!” she shrieked, pointing at his hands.

He seemed genuinely surprised at her criticism. “You think I should wear gloves, then?”

Nami could have screamed. She’d expect that kind of answer from Zoro or Luffy, not a man who prided himself on his intelligence. Grabbing his arm, she dragged him into the room, pushing him down into the chair by the mirror and snatching off his hat, tossing it onto her pillow. His lanky figure looked almost comical in the too-small seat, long legs sticking out awkwardly. “Stay there. You’re going to wear gloves, but if you need to take them off for some reason, we want those things covered.” Squeezing out some foundation into her palm, she mixed it with some bronzer until the shade matched his skin tone. “Hold out your hands.”

“I don’t care for being ordered around, Nami-ya,” he growled in warning. “Keep it up, and you’ll regret it.”

“Well, I don’t like the idea of getting caught and thrown in jail because you didn’t think the Marines would be suspicious of a guy with DEATH tattooed on his fingers.”

Though he didn’t look happy, he conceded her point, hands steady and still as she applied the makeshift concealer. Definitely the hands of a surgeon, she thought, admiring his natural control. It was comparable to her own when she picked a lock or drew a map; not so much as a tremor, even when under intense scrutiny. Pleased that the black ink was sufficiently covered, she quickly spritzed on some setting spray and finishing powder, hoping the foundation wouldn’t rub off inside the gloves.

Inspecting his face, she then tilted the captain’s chin up, dabbing some concealer under his eyes.

“The fuck are you doing, woman?” he snapped, jerking his head back as if she’d slapped him.

“Covering up those massive bags under your eyes.”

“The hands were one thing, but I’m not letting you put makeup on my face. Besides, I like the world knowing that I’m tired of its shit and ready to kill at any moment.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s totally the mindset of a respectable, non-pirate doctor,” she sassed, jutting out her hip in annoyance. “It’s not like I’m turning you into a drag queen; just covering up some of your more recognizable flaws.”

His brow twitched at the insult. “I’ll be wearing a mask, so why does it matter?”

“You can still see under your eyes, and they might make you take off the mask at check-in. Are you really willing to risk your ‘perfect’ plan because your fragile male ego can’t handle a little cover-up?”

“Oh, just listen to her, Captain,” Ikkaku chimed from her bunk, the Cheshire cat grin on her face declaring to them both that she was mostly getting involved for her own amusement. “Nami’s the infiltration expert here, and you’re the one who insisted she come with you. Just suck it up.”

“You’re fired,” he snapped, pointing at her sternly as he once more dodged Nami’s attempt to dab him with the sponge.

“You’ve fired me six times since I joined, and I’ll tell you the same thing I always do—get rid of me, and Shachi’s the most qualified person to touch up your tattoos. You want that?”

Law shuddered. “Fine, you’re not fired, but you’re on kitchen duty for a month.”

“Eh, fair enough. Now be a good boy and let Nami tart you up.”

His glare could have melted steel, but he stopped resisting as the navigator carefully covered up the proof of his insomnia. Nami had to admit, she was impressed; Ikkaku hadn’t been kidding when she said she had no fear of the Surgeon of Death. It was also nice to see someone else backtalk him, as most of the time the Heart Pirates seemed to worship the very ground he walked on. It made her feel less like the enemy.

As the dark circles disappeared, she had to admit, she kind of missed them. Even though they could make her tired just by looking at them, they were distinctive and a major part of his normal appearance, and he just looked so different without them. Younger, maybe, and less mysterious.

Normal. Boring. Just…not Law.

Sensing her scrutiny, he raised a dark eyebrow. “Something on my face, Nami-ya? I mean, besides the makeup.”

Suppressing a blush at having been caught, she replied, “Just trying to figure out if you need any highlighter or lipstick. I’ve got a lovely flamingo pink—”

“Try it and Mugiwara-ya will have to find a new navigator,” he snarled, the hard look in his eye and the openness of the threat sending a shiver down the spines of both women.

Not willing to risk her life just to embarrass a man, Nami backed away, hands raised in surrender. Relieved that he wouldn’t be subjected to any more of her powders or creams, Law inspected himself in the mirror, lips twisted in a grimace as he studied the difference it made to his face. Nami couldn’t tell if he was more annoyed at the indignity of it all or the fact that she’d clearly been right, but grey eyes flicked to his messy black hair.

“I guess the hat did clash with my outfit, huh?”

“To say the least.”

Without a word, he grabbed her hairbrush and began combing it back into something a bit neater and more respectable, even as Nami groused, “Don’t use my things without asking.”

“Fine. May I use your brush?” he asked, not even glancing at her as he kept brushing.

“No, you may not,” she snapped petulantly.

“Oh, dear. Whatever shall I do, then?” he chuckled, tossing it back on the vanity, smirking at her grinding teeth. His mood was infinitely improved now that he was back in control, and while Nami appreciated not having to worry about being dismembered, a minute part of her wished he’d go back to sulking. “Best get that anger out now, Nami-ya. Once we’re on the island, it’s all smiles.”

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

Getting out of the chair, he smirked down at her, pleased to once more have the height advantage so he could both figuratively and literally look down on the Straw Hat thief. “No, I’m enjoying this. What I’ll love is watching you try to keep that cute little temper of yours in check while we’re in public.”

“Asshole.”

“Only for you, sweetheart.”

A small vein throbbed on her temple. “Call me sweetheart again and there won’t be enough makeup on the Grand Line to cover up the bruises I’ll give you.”

“What an abusive girlfriend I have. I hope you at least kiss them better.”

“You wish. And if you’re going to be this much of an absolute prick all night, I’m charging you ten million belli per hour.”

“You want me to pay you to be my date? I wasn’t aware prostitution was part of your repertoire.”

“Congratulations; it’s now fifteen million.”

Ikkaku eagerly watched their back-and-forth like a particularly intense tennis match, grinning the whole time.

She didn’t feel particularly sorry for her captain or her roommate; both knew what they were getting into, provoking the other like that. No, she pitied the poor party guests, who had no idea what kind of unholy terror they were about to face.

Ah, to be a fly on the wall.

XXX

Tokken Island was one of the lushest and most beautiful little islands on the Grand Line, but the majority of the land was owned by Baron Harpin, forcing the port town to desperately cling to a jagged shard of the coastline while his enormous mansion and manicured grounds dominated the rest. Luckily, there were plenty of rocky outcrops and sea caves ideal for hiding the Polar Tang, and after teleporting his crew into position, the well-dressed pair made their way through the town.

“And why couldn’t you have Shambled us there or whatever it is?” Nami groused as she nearly stumbled for the third time. She was an expert at maneuvering in high heels, but that didn’t mean she was immune to the inherent dangers of cobblestone streets, especially ones so torn up.

Law chuckled as she finally accepted his proffered arm for support. The stubborn woman had refused to endure and physical contact with him until absolutely necessary, but it seemed the threat of a broken ankle before they could even get to the mansion had finally won her over. “My abilities take a lot of energy, and I’d rather save it in case we need to make a quick escape. Besides, I don’t want people getting suspicious if we pop up out of nowhere.”

She grumbled under her breath that he was probably doing it just to annoy her, even if, logically, he had a point. Wrapping her arm around his bicep for balance, she was finally able to turn her attention from the uneven road to the state of the town itself. Only about half the lanterns were lit, and what illumination they did give didn’t paint a very pretty picture.

The houses were run-down, roofs thatched haphazardly and some windowpanes packed with paper or rags instead of glass. The shops weren’t much better off, the display windows showing off rough-looking fishing supplies, underripe fruit, and cheap clothing. Only a few people were out, most looking worn-out or underfed, and those that didn’t stare at the pair of well-dressed pirates with envy watched them with hunger.

“If the Baron’s so wealthy, why’s the town in such a sorry state?” she wondered aloud. “I mean, just setting up this gala should have brought plenty of business to the port. Docking fees, restocking supplies, even sailors picking up cheap souvenirs—”

“There’s a private dock on the mansions’ grounds that he uses for deliveries and the like,” Law answered, barely sparing a glance at a skinny woman hoarsely calling out to passersbys, a basket of small trinkets thrust out towards them. “None of his business comes to the town—plus, he owns most of the farmland, so any crops are considered his property. All that’s really left is fishing, and the guy’s notorious for hating seafood, meaning these folks are shit out of luck.”

Biting her lip, Nami looked towards the woman again, freezing as a small child, yellow hair tied in twin pigtails down her shoulders, poked her head out from behind her frayed skirts. The little girl looked marginally less skinny than her mother, and without even thinking, the thief broke away from Law to inspect the woman’s wares. It appeared to be mostly jewelry—nothing particularly fancy but in the warm light of a nearby streetlamp she could tell it had been carefully made with decent materials.

“What are you doing?” Law hissed, looking around to make sure they weren’t drawing too much attention—most of the Baron’s guests wouldn’t lower themselves to pass through the slums like this, but he’d didn’t want to take any chances. That, and he wasn’t entirely sure there weren’t villagers desperate enough to try and mug them. He’d rather avoid a fight this early in the evening, and he didn’t want to get his nice, new suit dirty.

Ignoring him, she picked up a simple gold chain with a pendant made of four gemstones. They were beautifully polished, the marquise-cut purple tourmaline the color of the sky at sunrise. Their arrangement was reminiscent of Polaris, or perhaps the compass on her maps. “This is lovely,” she commented. “Is it locally made, or imported?”

The woman hastily explained, “My husband was once the Baron’s personal jeweler. He made beautiful pieces, but they were too simple for the Baron’s tastes. He wanted to impress lady callers, and demanded gaudier jewelry without providing the proper materials,” she said sourly. “My husband got sacked, and I’ve been trying to sell these off for a while. The necklace is 6000 belli on its own, or you can make me an offer for the set?” she said hopefully, indicating the matching ring and earrings in the worn basket, their delicate star designs winking in the dim light.

Immediately Nami could tell this woman hadn’t had any luck for a long time. The quality of the gems alone showed she was drastically underpricing the pieces. It was doubtful anyone in town could afford luxuries like jewelry, and if the Baron monopolized all the outside business at his own port, she probably never even saw other potential clientele. She was probably only even trying her luck now out of desperation. After all, you can’t eat gold, and with a small child to care for, any amount of belli would do.

“It would look really pretty on you,” the little girl murmured politely, large, purple eyes watching her in wonderment. Nami was certain she was the closest thing to a princess the child had ever seen, dressed in finery and on her way to an exclusive party at the glorious mansion on the hill. A real-life Cinderella, something out of a fairy tale she’d use to comfort herself on cold, hungry nights.

Nami had certainly been in those shoes, long ago, and she’d never been able to turn her back on a child in need. Her eyes were even the same color as the tourmaline in the basket.

Well, damn, she thought with a rueful smile. Poor kid could use a fairy godmother. Or at least a Cat Thief.

Pulling a black leather wallet out of her cleavage, she said, “I’ll take the set. How does 30,000 belli sound?”

Law’s jaw dropped as his eyes widened in recognition, immediately patting his pockets to confirm his suspicions. Coming up empty, he glared bitterly when the saleswoman replied, “Tha-that’d be perfectly fine!”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Law grumbled as Nami pulled out some bills, handing them over with all the care of a woman who was fine spending money that wasn’t hers.

The thief matched his glare, tossing him the wallet. “What kind of boyfriend wouldn’t lavish his lover with jewelry?” she huffed, giving the child staring at her with blatant adoration a conspiratorial wink.

“What kind of girlfriend pickpockets her lover’s wallet?” he countered, checking the contents to make sure he was only out 30,000 belli. Satisfied that the rest of his cash was safely in place, he glanced at the little girl, his scowl faltering as his eyes fell on the awestruck face of the little girl. Quickly, his gaze darted back up to the woman who wronged him, glaring like a basilisk.

Fluttering her eyelashes, Nami replied, “The kind who knows just how generous her lover is,” she quipped before turning back to the jewelry seller to collect her purchase. For a moment, a pair of gold barrettes inlaid with clear stones—possibly diamonds, again in the marquise cut—caught her eye, but she knew better than to swipe Law’s wallet twice in one night. So, reluctantly, she only took her purchase, patting the little girl on the head in farewell. When the kid bobbed a curtsy in response, Nami couldn’t hold back her giggle, returning the gesture.

That kid’s going to have one hell of a story to tell her friends tomorrow, she thought cheerfully, jogging slightly to catch up with Law, who’d been less than the image of a handsome prince by storming off up the road without her.

Joining her date, she rolled her eyes in exasperation at the dark scowl on his face. Even without his hat, his black bangs cast ominous shadows over his eyes. He was walking even faster now, and she had to work to keep up with his long strides. It was petty, petulant revenge against the woman who had dared to get the better of him. “Are you mad that I took your wallet, or that you didn’t even notice?” she taunted lightly.

Even from the corner of his eye, his hawk-like glare made goosebumps rise across her shoulders. “I’m mad because you wasted our time and my money,” he snapped. “I already bought you your dress, mask, and wig. My ‘generosity,’ as you put it, has its limits.”

“I’ll pay you back,” she ground out, refusing to feel guilty for her actions. That little girl’s smile had been well worth the price of Law’s irritation, but she also knew she had to appease his anger if they were going to pull off their grand scheme. When he scoffed, she added reluctantly, “With interest.”

“Why’d you even bother?” he asked, indicating the jewels in her hand.

Pulling him to a stop under one of the streetlights, Nami switched her original earrings out for the bejeweled ones. “It’s for the cover. I’m supposed to be a rich doctor’s arm-candy, and my boring pearls would have looked way too simple, especially with this dress. With these, I’ll blend in better.”

“You could have just stolen them.”

She frowned at him, genuinely offended. “I steal from pirates and rich idiots who can afford it. Did you see that woman? I’d bet all the treasure on the Sunny that any money she got went to feeding her kid. I’m not going to even haggle with someone in that kind of situation.” A soft, sad smile graced her lips. “My mother did that. Claimed she was on a diet when she really couldn’t afford to feed all three of us.”

There was a moment of silence as she turned away from him, hoping to collect herself before she started bawling at the memory of Bellemere’s sacrifices. Silently, she thanked her adopted mother, willing back the stinging sensation of tears forming behind her eyes. Ruining her makeup before they even arrived at the gala would do them no good. Besides, Law would probably have some kind of smart-ass comment about it.

The refusal to let her temporary captain see her so weak, she brushed away her sadness to focus on her new jewelry. Slipping on the ring, she admired how it gleamed under the warm lamplight. It was a tad too big, fitting most comfortably on her middle finger, but she found the style suited her. She might even wear the set on a night out sometime; maybe to celebrate tonight’s success. Assuming the plan didn’t go to shit, that is.

She jumped when he finally responded, “I hate to say it, but that does look good on you.” When she turned her head, she couldn’t fight the sudden blush that spread across her cheeks. Worryingly, she couldn’t tell if it was due to his sudden, intimate proximity or the small, appreciative smile lifting his lips. Such an expression seemed too gentle for the famed Supernova, and yet she found she rather liked the way it softened and relaxed his features. “You’re surprisingly soft-hearted for a pirate, though.”

“Shut up,” she grumbled, struggling to maneuver the tiny clasp through her thick wig. Suddenly having so much hair was a real pain, and she wondered how she’d ever manage if she grew her own hair out. Short was more practical, after all, and looked cute on her to boot.

“Here, let me help,” his smooth voice whispered in her ear, and she felt her curls carefully gathered to rest over her shoulder. Nimbly, he took the necklace and fastened it securely around her neck. Tingles ran down her spine as the smooth leather of his black gloves brushed her bare skin, and the whole thing felt strangely intimate. Turning her around, Law studied his date. The pendant rested just above the dip of her bountiful cleavage, sparkling invitingly. “I’m pretty sure it’s still too simple for this crowd, but it works better than the pearls.”

Her reply was cut off by the curls she’d pinned up tumbling into her face, only to be swept back into place, secured by his deft fingers. He cupped her chin, appraising his work before nodding. Suspicious, because Trafalgar Law’s approval was never a good thing in her mind, she reached up to touch her hair, russet eyes widening when she felt gemstones instead of pearls. Head snapping back to look at the mother and daughter, her jaw dropped when she saw the little girl holding a wad of bills, beaming even more brilliantly than before while the saleswoman looked close to tears.

Turning to her partner in crime for the night, Law responded with a nonchalant shrug, though she could see his grey eyes soften as they lingered on the child excitedly waving back at them. “The pearl clips didn’t match the rest, and if we’re going to pull this off, we’d best go all-out. Plus, that cash’ll ensure their silence should they be questioned by the authorities later. I’d rather your kindness not get us identified.”

It was all very logical and well-thought-out and total bullshit. Nami had to smile as she once again took his arm, matching his easy gait as they made their way up towards the mansion. “Right. Because I’m the soft-hearted one.”

“You’re paying me back for those, too, by the way,” he quipped, smirking at her annoyed growl.

Before she could argue, he halted; the brilliant lights of the mansion were in sight, and small groups of well-dressed guests were gathering at the ornate front gate. It was time to stop being Cat Thief Nami and the Surgeon of Death Trafalgar Law, bickering pirates, and become a loving couple. Gently as a forest stream, Nami adjusted her body language, leaning comfortably against her partner, hand clutching his bicep possessively, face switching from a seething scowl to the deliriously happy grin of a woman pathetically enamored with her companion.

For his part, Law seemed to morph into his role just as fluidly, posture straightening into something more refined, his smile relaxed and charming; perfectly playing the part of a man who knew he was smart, good-looking, successful, and could easily use all that to get a woman as beautiful as the one on his arm.

Inside, Nami groused that he had the way easier acting job.

As they made their way up the mansion’s long, winding front path, crushing artfully sprinkled rose petals beneath their feet, Law slipped on a raven mask, the sharp beak curving over his nose and the shiny black feathers fanning out like little spikes over his cheeks and forehead. Nami was grateful she’d covered up his dark circles—the eye holes were definitely wide enough where they would have been distinctly visible.

In contrast, her mask was modeled after a cat, the color and leopard spots mimicking her gown perfectly. It flawlessly concealed the upper half of her face, while the large eyeholes showed off her beautiful eyes and wouldn’t block her sightline too badly.

Approaching the doorman, Law handed over their invitation, smirking when the servant checked it against the guest list before nodding, ushering them both inside. Another servant led them down an extravagantly decorated front hallway. The doctor hadn’t been kidding when he’d said the Baron was an art collector with expensive tastes; masterpieces in gold frames hung along the walls, marble statues and painted porcelain vases were displayed on opulent pedestals, and even the crimson rug beneath their feet was luxuriously soft.

Nami had to briefly bury her head against Law’s shoulder to hide the belli signs that sparkled in her eyes.

Eventually, they reached the ballroom, and as they waited to be announced, Law affectionately brushed his lips across her hair. “Ready for some fun?” he murmured, his tone affectionate but the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips screamed of devilish intentions.

She mirrored his smile and tone, eager to line her pockets and relish in luxury for a while before the real job began. “Absolutely.”

As the ballroom doors opened, the servant next to them announced them to their fellow guests.

“Presenting Dr. Goodheart Adrian and his escort, Ms. Chaton Bellemere!”

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This roundup covers February 24 - March 3. Shadowhunters news, updates, sneak peeks, and behind the scenes. All the stuff you need to stay up to date.

Official Promotion

3x12 SNEAK PEEKS: Johnathan & Clary, Simon & Izzy 

GLAAD shared some Malec & Madzie BTS photos, and a BTS photo of Harry Shum Jr (Magnus) dancing on set

Today we unveiled a very special bench in Central Park. We dedicate this to you, #ShadowFam. To the #ShadowhuntersLegacy. [3]

Alec needs some help … Behind the scenes of #Shadowhunters Season 3B.

Weeeellll then. Portraits with ‪@BUILDseriesNYC. ‪#ShadowhuntersLegacy

Fun times with @BUILDseriesNYCtoday. #ShadowhuntersLegacy

Sibling moment. Behind the scenes of the #Shadowhunters season 3B premiere [1]

Behind the scenes with Madzie, played by @actress_arianna, and Alec’s bow. Could. You. Be. Cuter. #Shadowhunters 

Some Lightwood love to get you through the weekend. Behind the scenes of #Shadowhunters Season 3B

Behind the scenes with Maia & Simon. #Shadowhunters

Shadowhunters in the News

3x11 Previews: International Business Times

3x11 Reviews: The Series Regulars, The Geekiary, Pure Fandom, Fanbolt

3x12 Previews: Carter Matt, Meaww Entertainment, Hidden Remote,  KSite TV, Screen Spy, SpoilerTV, TV Fanatic, Fandemonium Network

3x12 Sneak Peaks: Entertainment Weekly

3x12 Spoiler Free Review: Hidden Remote

Exclusive Interviews with Todd & Darren: Talk Nerdy with Us, TV Guide, KSite TV, Hollywood Life

TV Insider (video): ‘Shadowhunters’ cast shares behind-the-scenes secrets from the season 3B premiere.

Digital Spy (article): Shadowhunters Star Teases Magnus Bane’s Storyline in the Series’ Finale Episodes

TV Line (article):  Shadowhunters Cast Teases Five Tragic Twists (and One Romantic Surprise) From the Series’ Final Episodes

TV Insider (article): A look back at our favorite #Shadowhunters moments

BUILD Series (video interview): Shadowhunters, featuring Matt (Alec), Emeraude (Isabelle), Harry (Magnus), and Kat (Clary)

KTLA Entertainment (video interview):  Isaiah Mustafa on the Final Season of “Shadowhunters” & “It: Chapter Two”

Cosmopolitan (article): Everything to Know About Shadowhunters Season 3B and Finale Event 

Cosmopolitan (article): This Season of Shadowhunters Will Be More Heartbreaking Than Ever Before

Just Jared Jr. (article/photos): Emeraude Toubia, Katherine McNamara, Matthew Daddario & Harry Shum Jr Tease Final Season of ‘Shadowhunters’ in NYC

Brief Take (interview): Shadowhunters Harry Shum, Jr. 

Collider (interview): Harry Shum, Jr on Shadowhunters, the Show’s Cancellation, and the Crazy Rich Asians Sequel

Cheddar (video interview): ‘It Is a True Roller Coaster,’ Star of Shadowhunters Says of Ahead Final Episodes

Young Hollywood (video interview): Shadowhunters Cast Talk Final Season & Answer Fan Questions

Entertainment Tonight (video interview): The Men of Shadowhunters Spill Final Season Secrets - Plus, Matthew Daddario Surprises the Cast!

Emily Aslanian tweeted photos of Matt (Alec) and Harry (Magnus) from her interview with them

Nora Dominick shared photos of Matt (Alec) and Harry (Magnus) from an interview for Buzzfeed.

TV Insider (interview): Shadowhunters Midseason Premiere: Is Clary & Jonathan’s Bond Unbreakable? Is Sizzy (Finally) On?

ET Online (article/interview): ‘Shadowhunters’: Katherine McNamara Says 'Bittersweet’ Series Finale Is 'Open for Interpretation’ (Exclusive)

Hidden Remote (article): 5 reasons Isabelle Lightwood was an MVP in Shadowhunters Season 3, Episode 11

Digital Spy (article): Harry Shum Jr Speaks Out on show’s “Shock” Axing and “Incredible” Fan Response

Emily Tannenbaum tweeted photos of Matt (Alec) and Harry (Magnus) from an interview for Cosmopolitan.

TV Guide (video interview): Farewell to Shadowhunters: Alberto Rosende Teases Sizzy Romance

TV Guide tweeted bts clips with Kat (Clary) and Luke Baines (Jonathan Morganstern)

Film Daily (article): #SaveShadowhunters the fans speak. Here’s why #Shadowhunters S3B can’t be the last hunt 

Carter Matt (article): Shadowhunters season 3 episode 11 ratings up versus midseason finale

Hypable (article): ‘Shadowhunters’ worry report: It’s going to take a village to help Simon

TV Guide (video series): Farewell to Shadowhunters: Alberto Rosende Teases Sizzy Romance

Film Daily (article): #SaveMalec, what’s next for TV’s hottest #LGBT couple?

TV Guide shared a video of Kat (Clary) & Luke Baines (Jonathan) discussing 3x11

Cheddar (article): ‘Shadowhunters’ star Katherine McNamara says show spotlights female power

Pure Fandom (article): ‘Shadowhunters’ 3x11: Behind the scenes look at “Lost Souls”

Tell Tale TV (article): 36 greatest LGBTQ+ television couples from the past 10 years

Extra TV (video Interview): 'Shadowhunters’ star Emeraude Toubia Spills on the final season

Talk Nerdy With Us (article): Lost souls rejoice! Welcome back to the Shadow World.

TV Insider (Podcast): The Women of SHADOWHUNTERS + James Roday Directing INTO THE DARK

Tumblr (Q&A): Matthew Daddario answers fan questions

Film Daily (article): Why we need to #SaveShadowhunters, the fans speak: Last night the #Shadowfam saved my life

MTV News (video): Harry Shum Jr on ‘Shadowhunters’ soulmates & ‘Crazy Rich Asian’s Success

Cosmopolitan (video): Kat McNamara battles a Shadowhunters fan over who knows Malec best

Ms Mojo (video): top 10 sci-fi & fantasy TV couples

Hypable (article): Shadowhunters Season 4 Cancelled: How We Got Here

Pure Fandom (article): ‘Shadowhunters’: Quotes from “Lost Souls” that gave us the feels

Avante Magazine (interview/photos): Jade Hassoune

TV Insider (article): Best lines of the week (February 24-March 2): ‘We’re trying to tank!’

The Series Regulars (podcast): ‘The Downworlder Chronicles’ Episode 2: 3x11 ‘Lost Souls’

FanCity Central 3B Premiere Party

The Series Regulars shared a few photos from the party

Fan City Central shared a few photos from the party with their thank you

A fan shared a video of Nicola Correia Damude (Maryse Lightwood) talking about an item she kept from set

Stephanie Belding (Iris Rouse) shared a candid photo of the Q&A panel

Fan City Central shared the full Q&A panel from the party

Fan City Central shared the full opening video from the cast & crew

Social Media/Twitter

Todd Slavkin (showrunner) tweeted responses to fan questions about Malec, whether Jace will play the piano for Clary, and Episode 3x12

Michelle Argyris (Kaelie)  shared some photos on her Instagram of herself, David Castro (Raphael) and Jade Hassoune (Meliorn) on set in honor of the 3B premiere

Brian Hui (make-up artist) tweeted: Hey don’t walk away @LukeBaines @Kat_McNamara @DomSherwood1! Just one more day! #shadowhunters 

Kat McNamara (Clary) tweeted: #Malec and me! @shadowhunterstv press day! #shadowhunterslegacy @MatthewDaddario @HarryShumJr 

ShumDario News released the seventeenth #SHTVFocktoUnlock poloraid with Matt (Alec): Butts.

Kat (Clary) shared photos of a bench dedicated to Shadowhunters in Central Park with the caption: For you angels,a place in ‪@CentralParkNYC to call our own. A place for the ‪#Shadowfam. A place for love. A place for all from us to you as a thank you&a statement of our love and admiration for each of you. YOU are our angels. ‪#Shadowhunterslegacy‪ @shadowhunterstv‪ @FreeformTV

GLAAD found the ShadowFam bench and left magnets for fans of the show to find.

Matt Hastings (director/executive producer) tweeted: How we got those big shots in the snow! #ShadowhuntersChat

Stephanie Belding (Iris Rouse) tweeted: Some incredible #BTS shots from @shadowhunterstv3B 11 with the magnificent #magnus @harryshumjr directed by the marvellous @mattdirector #shadowhunters #shadowhunterstv #magnus #irisrouse 

Brian Hui (make-up artist) tweeted some BTS photos from 3x11 with the caption: Remember when I was mixing up the mouth blood months ago? ‪@Kat_McNamara‪ @lukebainesource‪ #Shadowhunters 

John Rakich (location manager) shared some BTS location photos from 3x11

Stefanie Terzo (Stylist) shared photos of herself and Luke Baines (Jonathan Morgenstern), a BTS photo of the downworlders on set, and a photo of her and Emeraude (Izzy) for Em’s birthday

Kat (Clary) shared a BTS photo of Team Evil in Paris

Darren Swimmer shared a photo of some of the cast watching the 3B premiere together

Kat (Clary) shared a BTS photo of the Morgenstern siblings with the caption Just wait... you haven’t seen the last of the Morgensterns... #ShadowhuntersChat @LukeBaines @ShadowhuntersTV [4]

Matt Hastings (director/executive producer) tweeted: This was one of many good days. #Shadowhunters #3B #Paris and shared a bts photo Kat (Clary), Dom (Jace), and Luke Baines (Jonathan Morganstern) in Paris. 

Brian Hui (make-up artist) shared a BTS photo of Dom (Jace) on set of 3x11 and a BTS photo of Kat (Clary) and Luke Baines (Jonathan Morgenstern) with an unknown new Shadowhunter.

Kat (Clary) reminded everyone that a Clace reunion is coming in 3x12.

Isaiah Mustafa (Luke) shared a BTS photo from 3x12 on his Instagram

Other News

Harry (Magnus) visited MTV 

Emily Tannenbaum from Cosmopolitan magazine shared some BTS photos from a visit by Harry (Magnus) and Matt (Alec)

Dom (Jace) made a special video message for fans for Oz Comic Con

#bss news roundup #shadowhunters #saveshadowhunters

[monkeydluffy19920]

“Every time I close my eyes

It's like a dark paradise.

No one compares to you

I'm scared that you

won't be waiting on the other side”

- Lana Del Rey - Dark Paradise

Sannami week 2019 day 5: I want to see you

My delayed final work for  @sannamiweek ‘s event 

Once upon a time there was an unfinished amv project that’s been whispering for some re-editing for almost 2 years because it was made in a hurry just like this as well actually, whoopsie. So, here is a fixed and a little extended version of the amv   Waiting - Sanji x Nami plus a quote/song analyze to explain why this song was picked.

First of all Lana del Rey’s Dark Paradise is simply amazing! (tragic but beautiful). Secondly, the lyrics suddenly sort of started to scream for that episode 764′s scene after Toei Animation decided to make an extra shippy(ish) moment for Sanji and Nami and in general, the chapter where this episode was based gave very strong SaNami vibes.

That extra was actually very interesting addition from Toei in general because we know that Oda-sensei wants to keep the focus on the adventures and friendships instead of romantic stuff and probably didn’t ask the animation group to throw some shipping fuel-ish material all over the animated chapter (if he did, that’s cool but I doubt *laughs*). So, making Nami first scream his name in panic and then deciding show her go after Bege’s tank with a slow motion and a dramatic background music and even adding those “drama sprinkles” all over the background (that come whenever there is an important scene) is quite a move from Toei although I understand they did it mostly to get filling to the episode and obviously, Brook and Chopper were dead worried and surprised too but still they decided to focus on her and give her the spotlight entirely.

Well, I’ve been hyping about Zou and Totto Land arcs a lot ever since the chapters were released and in the SaNami in the New World pt. 4 - Zou and  SaNami in the New World pt. 5 (1/3) - Totto Land but like you other fellow SaNami fans, I think these two arcs have been very very interesting from the shippers’ eyes. It’s been interesting to see the development from the friendly flirt filled first meeting Baratie to the shocking emotional slap in Whole Cake Island and finally the teary reunion hug.  

It might be mentioned in older posts but reason, why I think these lyrics are very fitting for Sanji’s and Nami’s situation (especially in Zou), is that basically before Sanji disappeared and got separated from the others he left with a smile on his face and tried to comfort his Nakama by telling them that everything is fine. Then in Zou’s reunion party, Luffy and Zoro kept telling Nami to “move on” (saying that he’ll be fine and will be back and Luffy even admitted it when he met Sanji that Nami and the others were more worried about him than he was back then) but despite her friends’ comments, Nami still kept worrying and pushing them forward because she felt so responsible for the disappearance and just like in the chorus, she was hesitating whether they’d find him in time so she was basically scared that he won't be waiting on the other side.

Then, just like the prompt says, she wanted to meet him again and luckily she did, after some roller-coasterish ride they had and she almost gave up on hope after Sanji turning them down but then it was Luffy who encouraged her to continue and it was worth it, they got him back! :>

Spoiler about that amv, I think it ended up being a bit more dramatic than I expected, accidentally *laughs* but somehow the rest of the Strawhat crew’s reactions fitted to the sung lyrics in that part and perhaps it was a continuum to the chorus. Of course, Nami never was ready to give up on hope, like we saw in canon and for example in Water 7 arc but it’s all up to you fellow fans how this “story” ends in this project, hope you like it! *monkey no see emoji*

#one piece #amv #sanji #nami #sanji x nami #sannami week #sanami #sannami #otp #mellorine #quote #lana del rey #dark paradise #long post #headcanonish #speculation #analyze #//this one ended up being shorter #but hope you guys enjoy!

[shan282-ao3]

The Devil Has Come Ch9

Originally posted on Archive of Our Own [x]

Chapters: 12/? Fandom: Far Cry 5 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Female Deputy | Judge/John Seed, Female Deputy | Judge/Jacob Seed, Female Deputy | Judge/Joseph Seed Characters: Original Female Character(s), John Seed, Jacob Seed, Joseph Seed, Faith Seed, Staci Pratt, Nick Rye, Sharky Boshaw, Female Deputy | Judge (Far Cry), Original Male Character(s), Kim Rye, Boomer (Far Cry), Joey Hudson, Earl Whitehorse Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Torture, Fluff, Minor Character Death, Recreational Drug Use, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Eventual Smut, Character Death, Slow Burn Series: Part 1 of Bottom of The River

Summary: They should never have been there. Whitehorse and Pratt were right when they spoke against going to Eden’s Gate. They should have left The Project alone. They’d started something and there was no going back now. The lamb had broken the first seal and the deputy had been helpless to stop her.

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Inside the VA Center, the world outside and seemed to stop moving, it was just the training course and cruel words of encouragement. It wasn’t until she was gone that she was hit full force with the fact that the world had indeed kept spinning.

She’d hiked through the forest for nearly three hours when she finally found a car. It had started, miraculously, but one look at the gas tank meter told her that it wouldn’t run for long. Still, she would take what she could get, if she could get to the ranger station she could get a better car and call for Rook.

She’d broken the radio Staci gave her when she tripped nearly an hour back on an exposed tree root she didn’t see. She’d landed awkwardly on one knee and scratched up her hands forcing her to walk the rest of the way with a slight limp.

The drive to the ranger station was thankfully uneventful, she listened to Peggie radio, humming along as she drove. She pulled into the gas station across from the outpost and climbed out, staying low when she saw the cultists walking around outside of it.

A dead man dressed in camo was slumped against the wall of the gas station, Sarah scrunched up her nose at the smell and searched his body. She had no weapons or ammo, if she was going to get into the ranger station she’d need to take out the Peggies surrounding it. She found a box of pistol ammo and a pair of binoculars but no gun, disappointing but at least it was something.

Around the back of the small cement building, Sarah found a ladder to the roof. She climbed to the roof with the thought that maybe she could use the binoculars to figure out where everyone was and hoped she could find a way to slip in and out without getting caught.

Instead, she found another corpse in camo clutching a sniper rifle against its chest. She grabbed the rifle yanked, cringing at the pop and crack the dead man’s fingers snapped and released the weapon. She found a box of rifle ammo on the ground beside him along with some bandages and a pistol not too far away. There was an arrow sticking out of his chest, she pulled that out as well, she may not have a bow but she could still stab someone with it.

“Thank you.” She whispered to the deadman, aiming the scope of the rifle towards the station. There was a silencer on the end of the barrel, she silently thanked the heavens for that.

She followed a single guard as he wandered out of sight of his companions and fired, watching him drop gracelessly to the ground. The next she sniped as he came around the building to check on his missing friend, he didn’t get a chance to see the body before was dead as well. The third and last one in her line of sight proved not to be as easy, he was doing jumping jacks of all things and the first shot went right past him, the bullet lodging itself in the van in front of him. He startled and as ran to see what had hit the van she fired again and he crumpled to the floor.

The remaining Peggies had heard the noise of the bullet hitting the car and witnessed their fellow cultist drop and jumped into full alert. Sarah shot out the alarms before they could be triggered before sprinting back to the ladder and quickly sliding down it. She had to be smart about this, the rifle would be no use in combat and she only had a clip full of ammo for the pistol. She couldn’t just fire blinding and hope she hit one.

She did her best to stay out of sight lines as she ran across the street, she wished Rook or Grace were here, it would be a lot easier to clear the station with extra guns. She slid into cover and took a few breaths to steady herself before aiming her gun over the crates she was hiding behind.

She fired at the first cultist to come into view, hitting him in the shoulder and sending him yowling for help and she dropped back into her cover. Almost instantly bullets started to fly in her direction, she crouched lower and prayed the crates would stay intact long enough for her to find sturdier cover. She waited for a pause when they would have to reload before running to a new cover spot, firing once more when she’d gotten there, she hit the one she’d wounded in the chest and he dropped to the ground.

The few minutes were tense as she switched between ducking and firing, she’d nearly emptied her clip by the time she dropped the last one. It was then, just when she let herself relax a bit, that snarling behind her sent her scrambling for safety. A Judge, its face painted red and body deformed from whatever sick process and turned it into the monster that it now was, stalked in her direction. Its lips curled and it snapped its teeth, she was close enough to see the blood staining the fur around its mouth.

Sarah fired her pistol, two bullets lodging themselves in the wolf’s shoulder before the clip was emptied. It barely flinched. All she had left was the arrow from earlier, frantically, she pulled it from her belt as the monster lunged. She drove it into the beast’s neck and rolled away, it yowled in pain and stumbled a bit but still turned to finish her off, renewed rage in its eyes.

She closed her eyes as it lunged with snapping teeth and waited for her inevitable death to come but instead she heard a high pitched whining. She cracked her eyes open to see another arrow lodged in the animal’s skull.

Her savior walked up without casting a second glance at the thing and pulled her to her feet. “What are you doing out here alone?” He asked, genuine concern in his voice.

Sarah stared at the boy in shock because that’s what he was, a boy who barely looked 17. “It was trying to call someone.” She answered blankly, looking at the Judge wolf and then him, she was still shocked to be alive. “Thank you.”

“Oh, it’s no problem. I’m Wheaty.” He grinned and stuck out his hand, Sarah couldn’t help but smile slightly and shook it.

“Deputy Lamb, but you can call me Sarah.”

“Deputy? So you must know Rook then?” He was practically beaming at the knowledge.

“Yes, have you seen her? Is she okay?” Sarah’s voice was frantic, she clutched at Wheaty’s hand hopefully.

“Yeah no she’s fine. She’d been really helpful fighting back against Jacob and his guys.” He reassured her before stepping away and surveying the area. “So you took this back? Yourself?”

“I guess, I just needed to get a working radio but I figured I couldn’t do that with them all here.”

“You’re sniper,” He pointed at it slung over her back, “Where’d you get it.”

“A dead guy at the gas station. Why?”

“It’s one of ours, it’s got the Whitetail Militia logo, see?” Sarah pulled it off and looked at the unique patterning on the side and the definite logo.

“You’re with the Whitetails?” He nodded and Sarah suddenly felt a little pissed off at whoever was running it for letting a teenager join. “Do you want it back?”

“Nah, you just cleared a cult outpost all by yourself I think you’ll use it better than any of us.” He was grinning in slight awe and his radio sputtered to life with a loud click. It had to be some sort of code, he clicked the talk button quickly in response before looking back at her. “I’ve gotta go, thanks for clearing this, I’ll let everyone know it’s safe to come here.” With that he walked back to the ATV sitting on the side of the road and drove off, waving as he passed.

Sarah watched him ride off and hoped he’d be okay before turning back to the mess she’d made. She picked her way across the property, looting bodies as she went. She stuffed the cash into her pocket and the bullets into a backpack she found. There was a discarded radio on the floor that thankfully hadn’t been destroyed. She walked into one of the building and sat down on the floor, her back against the wall as she started flipping through channels trying to find Rook’s.

“Rook? You there?” Dutch’s voice blared over the radio indicating she’d found the right channel.

“I’m here.” Rook answered back and Sarah couldn’t help but grin, beyond grateful that she was really still alive.

“Eli just radioed me to tell me the Park Ranger Station got taken back from the cult. Good job, kid.” He congratulated Rook and Sarah felt her smile fall, the familiar feelings of inadequacy filling her stomach.

“Uh, that wasn’t me, I’m with Jess on a rescue mission.”

“You’re an inspiration kid. You’re responsible whether you know it or not.”

“Oh, uh thanks then I guess.” Rook didn’t sound convinced at all, but Sarah still felt a little bubble of rage at the fact that she’d accept the gratitude.

She knew she shouldn’t be upset about this, she was helping people to help them, not to get thanks. But still, she had done this, not Rook, not anyone else. She had risked life and limb to clear out the outpost and no one even had the decency to acknowledge that it had been her, not Rook.

She caught herself thinking that maybe Staci was right, maybe she should stop helping them. It was a dangerous thought and she wanted to curse Staci for putting it in her head. Only it’d been there for a while, waiting at the edges of her mind for the right time to overwhelm her with potentially traitorous thoughts.

Sarah looked down at the radio in her hand, suddenly aware of its weight. She was tempted to throw it at the building across from her, but rationally she knew that was idiotic and reckless. If she needed help this was her lifeline. Instead, she clipped it to her belt and grabbed an abandoned pistol across from her, throwing it as hard as she could through the glass windowpane in the door instead.

The sound of glass shattering set something alight in her soul. Soon she was on her feet, blind with anger and fear, screaming insults at the world and throwing anything she could get her hands on. She grabbed a discarded baseball bat and smashed in the windows of a truck nearby. There were angry tears streaming down her face but she barely cared as she hit on of the doors of the ranger station into it cracked and broke from its hinges.

The windows smashed, doors missing and cars wrecked, Sarah collapsed to the ground. Her rage was replaced with a hollow void as she sat there, numb. She rubbed at the tears that had streaked her face, sniffling and on the brink of crying again.

She felt like an idiot, she shouldn’t be this upset. It shouldn’t matter whether the people of this God-forsaken county thanked her for helping them or not. And yet here she was on the verge of crying over it.

She tried to focus instead on the pain in her hands, it gave her something outside of her thoughts to think of. Her knuckles were bruised from punching something during her rage, her palms scraped up from her earlier fall. There was blood dripping down her left hand from a cut above her wrist, most likely from a piece of glass. She pulled the medkit she’d found from her bag and pressed a strip of gauze to the wound until the bleeding stopped. She’d need to find a river or something where she could clean it out, she didn’t need tetanus or blood poisoning or something just as bad.

She didn’t want to find Rook anymore, she decided and shouldered her sniper rifle again. She wasn’t sure where she was going but she wanted to get the hell away from here.

The drive out of the Whitetail Mountains was thankfully uneventful. Sarah drove numbly, the sounds of Peggie radio filling the car and drowning out her thoughts of fear and anger. She eventually found herself crossing the border into the Henbane and pulling into the 8-Bit Pizza Bar parking lot.

The parking lot was empty and she was honestly glad for it. She really didn’t think she was in the mood to talk to anyone right now, she just needed a drink.

Inside was quiet, Sarah turned on the radio sitting on the corner and walked around the bar to get herself a drink. She blew the dust out of the glass and filled it with whiskey before she dropped down into one of the stools, her glass in one hand and bottle in the other.

She was on her second glass when the sounds of a car pulling up outside interrupted the silence of the evening. She sighed and threw back what was left of her drink, filling it before whoever it was came inside.

The door was thrown open haphazardly, smacking back against the wall beside it. Her new drinking companion strode forward, dropping something on a table as they went. Sarah didn’t look up, hopeful that whoever they were they would get the memo that she wasn’t in the mood for company and leave her the hell alone.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the newcomer walk past her, no words were shared as they grabbed a few beers from behind the counter. There was heavy silence when they finally stopped moving, their staring obvious even if Sarah couldn’t see them.

“Hey, Dep.” Sharky greeted, his voice laced with concern. Sarah took a sharp intake and looked up at him, she tried her best to off a smile but it fell short.

“Hi, Sharky.” She felt some of the tension leave her shoulders. She was glad it was Sharky as opposed to anyone else.

“No one’s heard from you in weeks. Where’d you do?” He came around the counter and sat down next to her, chugging half his beer before looking at her for an answer.

Sarah didn’t answer immediately, instead, she ran her finger around the rim of her glass milling over how she wanted to answer the question. Did she tell the truth about where she’d been, who she’d been with, or did she lie about just as she lied about her run-ins with John? One look at Sharky’s honest expression made up her mind, she didn’t have to lie to him, he wouldn’t going to judge her like everyone else.

“I was with Jacob. He got me and Rook a while ago. The Whitetails rescued her but I got left behind.”

“What? Why the fuck did they leave you?” There was indignation in his voice and Sarah couldn’t help but smile, a part of her cheering for the fact that someone genuinely cared about her.

“They found Rook alive and assumed she was the only survivor I guess. It’s fine, Jacob found me a couple days later.”

“A couple days? How are you still alive?”

“It was just a couple days, that’s not long enough to starve or dehydrate. Anyways I was barely conscious for most of it, I ended up sleeping for three days straight after Jacob got me.” Sharky nodded, finishing off his beer and opening another. Sarah took another gulp of the liquid in her glass, cringing at the taste.

“So have you been with him this whole time?”

“Pretty much yeah. He had me running trails for a week or so, then when he brought me back to the VA Center he had me running training courses. I don’t know why he didn’t just kill me or continue running me through the trails. He called me strong when he found me, I don’t know why. I was barely alive.” She shrugged, looking at the contents of her glass in mock contemplation while the memories of her time at the center replayed. “John showed up two nights ago, he’s gonna kill me when he gets his hands on me.”

“What’d you do to piss off ol’ Johnson?”

“I kinda cut his throat a bit last time we were in the same room as each other.” Sarah answered somewhat sheepishly and finished the rest of her drink before retelling the events at John’s bunker and her other run-ins with him to a very amused Sharky.

“Look, I’m gonna be honest, sounds like Johnson wants to bang you.”

If Sarah had a drink in her mouth she would spit it out. “Where did you get that from my story.”

“The dude made you a fancy dinner after baptizing you, no one else around here has ever gotten that kind of treatment. He sent someone to pick up your drunk ass because he was worried you were gonna kill yourself driving home. He let you just walk off his ranch without even an escort. And he said he wasn’t going to force you to atone, he doesn’t give people that choice.” Sharky explained acting like the all-seeing relationship counselor of the county.

“Yeah okay.” Sarah dismissed him, waving his words away with her hand. Sharky grabbed it and frowned before dragging her off her chair to sit on the table where he’d dropped his stuff.

“How’d you fuck up your hands?” He asked as he poured some of her whiskey over the cuts then set to work bandaging them.

“I smashed in the windows at the park ranger station in the Whitetails.” Sharky let out an amused snort and shot her a look that told he didn’t believe her. Sarah just stared back until his eyes widened a little when he realized she wasn’t lying.

“Alright go, Dep. Smashing private property like a badass.” He laughed and Sarah couldn’t help but join him.

“I’m an awful deputy Jesus.” She proclaimed with a grin on her face. “I vandalize property, I’m always at least 15 miles over the speed limit. Hell, I even let you go free and you’re technically a wanted fugitive. Who thought it was a good idea to give me a badge.”

“Thanks for letting me go, by the way, jail sucks.” Sharky grinned, switching to bandaging her other hand.

“I’ll take your word for it for now. Though if we all survive this and the government shows up I’ll probably end up in jail too. Maybe we’ll end up in a unisex prison and we can talk to each other through the fences in the yard.”

Sharky let out a hearty laugh at that and let go of Sarah’s now wrapped hand. “Fucking hope so.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, Sharky finished off his beer and Sarah pulled at a loose thread on her shirt. She needed to change, these were the same things she’d been given at the VA Center.

“I miss it.” She broke the silence, not daring to look at Sharky as she continued to talk. “The VA Center I mean. I miss the routine. Jacob didn’t give me time to breathe let alone think, it was nice. No one asked me to find their errands or find their friends. I didn’t have to think about anything besides the next obstacle. I didn’t have time to think about how insignificant I apparently am.”

“I think you’re pretty significant.” Sharky offered, pushing her shoulder with him.

“You might be the only one.”

“What about Nick and Kim?”

“Fine, you’re one of three.”

Sharky glared at her words before pushing himself up. “You tired?”

“Sarah was a little caught off guard by the sudden change of subject and shrugged helplessly. “I guess so yeah.”

“Then let’s go, I’ll take you to Boshaw Manor, my couch is relatively comfortable.”

“What, you’re not gonna offer your guest the bed?” Sarah teased as she followed him out to his car. Sharky laughed and gave her an incredulous look.

“Fuck no.” He responded playfully and got into the driver's seat, Sarah snorted out a laugh and got into the passenger’s. She turned on the radio, immediately flipping it to the cult radio and earning a groan from Sharky. “Please Sarah, anything but that Peggie shit.” Sarah snickered and switched it to another station.

#the devil has come #tdhc #deputy sarah lamb #sarah lamb #far cry 5 #ao3 #ao3 feed

[timelock97]

Out of Order Love

Chapter Eight: Moving-In

tomhollandxreader

Summary: It was meant to be a fun time in Vegas. Spending time with the best friend and celebrate getting done with college to turn the page to a new chapter in life. If only (Y/N) realized she would be turning a few extra pages by accidentally marrying her favorite actor.

Word Count: 2020

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7

"Today is going to kill me." I groan in bed, an arm placed over my eyes.

Tom's arm is suddenly thrown across my stomach causing me to flinch and groan louder. "We are officially moving everything in." He murmurs into my side.

"And we are getting our furniture, and both of our families will be there." I move my arm from over my face and let it lay across his back.

"I mean, I don't think it'll be bad. Just stressful and long. We can order pizza afterward." I nod and look at him, he gives me a huge, cheeky grin making me smile right back. "Plus, my family isn't staying as long as we expected so that should make it less stressful."

"I feel bad that they can't stay longer-"

"Don't be, my dad has a show up north so they will just have to come back and visit." He says, laying his head back onto his pillow releasing me from his grasp.

"I just wish they could have stayed longer, I know it's been awhile since you've seen them."

"That's what video-chat is for, darling." He sighs.

I stretch my arms and yawn, "Okay, let's get out of bed." I roll over so I can stand easier, "We have to pack the rest of my shit into my mom's car and mine then take it to the condo." I sit up and feel the tank top strap fall, Tom's hand pushes it back up onto my shoulder. I sigh and stand, turning to look at him. "C'mon, let's go, Thomas."

He immediately covers his head in my pillow making me laugh. I grab his ankle and slowly pull him from the bed causing him to let out a long whine. Finally after tugging a few more times he mutters, "I'll be up in a few minutes, give me some quiet time."

"Okay, if you aren't up in fifteen I will come back with ice." He groans as I walk out into the kitchen. I smile at my dad making sausages and mom making pancakes. "Smells good, guys."

"Figured we all should get fed then we can head over to the house." My mom hums. I smile and go hug my dad from behind. He lets out a huff as I squeeze the air out of him. I smile and grab food before going back to my room, passing Tom in the hallway so I can change for the day. When we all finish eating and change, Tom and I help my family move my boxes into the cars.

"I think that was the last box," Tom sighs next to me.

"Did you grab your suitcase?" I give him a side glance as I watch his lips form into a hard line.

"That could have been bad." He murmurs as he jogs past me back into the house. I giggle and shut my trunk, stretching my arms over my head. Tom returns and places his suitcase into my backseat. He walks back over to me and pulls me into a hug. "Ready to go?"

I nod into his shoulder and pull back to look at him, he smiles at me before giving me one final squeeze and opens my car door for me. "Off we go." I murmur as he shuts the door for me.

The next few hours are filled with talking to the moving guys who brought the furniture that we bought, and the other moving guys who brought Tom's personal belongings. It was hectic, I wanted nothing more than it to run smoothly but that obviously didn't happen. At least Tom and Haz helped lighten the mood by joking around.

By three in the afternoon the boys were upstairs and my mom, Emily, and I were on the first floor setting up the living room, dining room, and kitchen. My mom was taking tags off of our cookery and Emily and I had moved the couch a few feet so we could place the rug down.

"(Y/N), a car just pulled up in the driveway. What time were Tom's family supposed to be here?" My mom calls from the kitchen.

"Tom!" I call, hearing a faint 'what' from the bedroom he had claimed as 'his'. "What time were your family supposed to fly in?" I hear a dog bark from outside causing me to leave my spot in the living room to run to the door. I open it just as knuckles brush the wood. In front of me are Tom's family, and I could not be more nervous. "Hi! Come in, come in!"

"Mum! Dad! Hey," Tom trudges down the stairs, his hair sticking up in all directions causing me to laugh. Tom usurers them inside, Harry and Sam staying outside so Tessa can go to the restroom.

I awkwardly stand and wait a minute to talk to his parents when Paddy hugs me. "Hello, you must be Paddy."

"I am,-" he looks up with a grin,- "and you must be (Y/N), you stole my brother."

"Paddy!" Tom's mom laughs, shooing him away to pull me into a hug, "It's nice to finally meet you, (Y/N)."

"You too, Mrs. Holland-"

"Ah, ah," she scolds, pulling away so she is at arm's length. "We are family, please call me Nikki or Mum, please." I laugh and nod. She lets me go and I am embraced by Tom's dad.

"Same goes for me, no Mr. Holland, missy. Dom or Dad, alright?" He smiles at me before looking at Tom, "I like her, why didn't you bring her home sooner?" Tom laughs and shakes his head, then grabs his dad for a hug.

"Here let's get out of the doorway, please come in." I lead them into the living room and motion my mom out of the kitchen. "This is my Mom, (Y/M/N). My Dad and brother-"

"Are coming to say hello because there was a lot of yelling, hello I'm (Y/F/N)." As Tom's and my parents introduce themselves to each other Sam and Harry walk in with Tessa on a leash. She sees Tom and immediately goes berserk, and so does he.

"Tessa!" He coos as he kneels so he can pet her, "Hello, darling. I missed you too." I smile at the exchange and move over to his brothers who pull me between them and hug me. I laugh and smile, Tom watches me and smiles at the interaction. Once they pull away, Tom motions for me to kneel down. "Tessa, that's (Y/N/N), go say hi."

Tessa walks toward me slowly and smells my hand. She then lets me brush my hand over her blue-grey fur before she lunges forward and covers my face with kisses. I laugh as Tom reaches out to attempt to rescue me from his dog. I smile and wipe my face.

"So" Sam says next to me, "How can we help?"

"We are done!" Emily exclaims as she plops next to Harrison on the arm chair, who wraps an arm around her in response.

"When did you get a girlfriend, Haz?" Harrison flips off Sam who laughs.

I pull the phone away from my ear and say, "Pizza will be here in twenty, what shall we do now?" Tom makes grabby hands and I plop down next to him on the couch Tessa lifting her head from the other side of him but lays her head back down. Tom's parents and my parents are talking in the kitchen while we stay in the living room. Paddy hops up from the floor and puts on Netflix before picking a movie.

"I love Big Hero 6!" Emily says excitedly, I smile and lean into Tom who tightens his arm around my shoulders. When the pizza gets here I hop up and run to the door and pay for it.

"Foods here!" I call everyone to eat. After eating my family leaves as well as Harrison and Emily who have a date, hugging Tom and I before exiting. I smile at the sight before me, Tom is sitting in the living room talking with his siblings and laughing with them. I walk over to the sink and begin to wash the dishes since the dishwasher needed to be replaced, not wanting them to sit too long and smell.

A hand touches my back causing me to jump slightly. "Sorry, darling." Nikki giggles, "Tom said you get jumpy if your lost in thought.

"Yeah, he has scared me more than once." I giggle in return.

Nikki pulls a towel out of the drawer before taking one of the clean plates from the drying rack. "We don't plan on staying here, just to let you know."

I look at her in confusion. "I thought you weren't going to stay at a hotel, we don't mind you staying here."

She smiles at me brightly. "Well, we figured it was your first night in the house you would want it to be alone. Were we wrong?" She raises an eyebrow, looking at me knowingly.

"I mean, I don't know?" I laugh as I rinse the plate before handing it to her to dry. "We really haven't had any nights alone since, well, the night we were married..."

"So, this will be good then." She says with a wink causing me to blush. "He talks about you a lot." I glance at her from the corner of my eye. Her lips a turned up slightly as she dries the dish in her hand. "I was worried when he first told us about you, but now I think your relationship is just a little out of order."

I laugh and nod. "I didn't expect something like this to happen in my life, but it's interesting at least."

Nikki takes the last plate from me and dries it before she yawns. "Well, I think I'm going to let the boys know we should leave for the hotel. We can call and see what you two want to do tomorrow and plan accordingly. I hope you don't mind but I would love to take some pictures of the two of you, some post-wedding pictures, I guess."

"Sounds like a plan," I smile and take the towel from her hands to wipe my own hands before setting it down and follow her to where the guys are seated.

"Let's head to the hotel boys, get out of their hair so they have some time to enjoy their house." They groan but all proceed to stand. After exchanging hugs, Tom and I wave goodbye from the front porch. We watch as they leave before slipping back inside and locking the door. We both let put a breath we didn't know we were holding in.

"I'm so tired." I groan, stretching. Tom yawns in front of me, "Bed time?"

"Bed time." He agrees. The two of us head upstairs and get ready for bed. I let out a soft goodnight, leaning on the door of 'my' room before shutting it behind me.

I lay in bed and try to fall asleep. As tired as I am, the house is too full of new noises and sights. I sigh and glance at the clock, 1 am. I groan and lay my arm over my face.

"Can't sleep either?" I jump and look at the door seeing Tom standing there without a shirt, Tessa standing by his side. I nod and put a hand out for him. He walks over and just throws himself over me to the other side of the bed.

"I don't like this, the new house I mean. It's just strange." I state as Tessa jumps up and lays by my feet.

"I agree." He wraps an arm around me and pulls me to him. "One more night won't hurt, will it, us sleeping together?"

"I don't mind, I probably would have awkwardly joined you if you hadn't come in here."

He chuckles next to me before pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Sleep, love. We have a full day tomorrow." I hum and let my heavy lids finally close, sleep engulfing me.

Part 9!

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[whiskynottea]

An interruption in the 1st law of thermodynamics.

Previously Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11

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Once again, thank you @katnoenau for editing/beta this! 💗💗

This chapter is for my birthday anon!! Happy Birthday darling! 🎁🎂🎈

Chapter 12. Change of Plans

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We kissed! We kissed! We kissed – we kissed – we kissed!   I was singing - not too loudly because Lamb was still awake in his office -  these two words over and over again in every possible tune I could imagine.   We were holding hands and then we kissed!   I was so happy I could hardly stop smiling and I felt dizzy. Soon though, second thoughts and doubt started sneaking their way into my mind and made me sober up a bit.   Should I have waited for him to kiss me first? Had I been too bold?   No, my wiser self argued. Judge from the outcome. And judging from what followed my bold action last night, I had done right.   Oh God, how perfect his kiss was!   He didn’t just reciprocate my kiss. That kiss, the first one, was so light and chaste. I knew he never expected me to go for his lips, but the moment I kissed him everything changed. He could have stopped it all there if he wanted to, but he didn’t. What he did was start another kind of kiss, a passionate and intense one. Because he wanted to kiss me! I was sure of it. I did right. And he… He did great. 

After a mini jumping dance around my -too small for this activity- room, I slipped in to my pajamas, climbed into my bed, and burrowed under my duvet. I planned on replaying our time together in my mind’s projector over and over, to remember every word that he’d said and every move he’d made before saying, “Goodnight to ye too, Sassenach.” But sleep soon claimed my thoughts.   It didn’t matter at all though, because Jamie was in my dreams all night, smiling to me with mischief in his eyes and making me feel like I was the only person that mattered in the world. Pretty much all the same things real Jamie did.   **   The next day I was smiling even before I was able to open my eyes. I could almost feel his breath on my lips, his tongue touching mine, an arm pulling me tight to him while his hand got entangled in my hair. I was on my tiptoes, leaning all my weight into him and he was there to support me. All the tension from our previous attempts to touch was finally released.   I wanted that moment to last forever, but time was cruel and my mind got itself out of its stupor faster than I wished it to. With a deep sigh I opened my eyes and licked my lips searching for his taste, trying to keep the memory of our first kiss in my mind forever.   I couldn’t wait to see him again tomorrow at school. Would what had been between us change in any way?

  Entering the kitchen, desperate for a glass of water, I found uncle Lamb sitting at the kitchen table reading his newspaper.   “Did you have a good time last night?”, he asked me.   “Mmhmm.” I said, before gulping down a large glass of water and then refilling it. He must have seen a hint of something in my face because he turned his attention away from the  newspaper in his hand.   “Hungry?”   I shook my head no. Food was the last thing I could think of. Things like food were suddenly so… trivial.   “Are you planning to bless us with any proper English words today?”   At that he received only a sardonic look from me.   “I see.” He said and while I was searching for the orange juice in our fridge he started humming a familiar tune, and then sang the accompanying words, “That’s amore…”   Yeah, I knew this song. “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore…”   Who writes lyrics like that? I wondered, the smile on my face notwithstanding.   Glancing at the table I realized that my uncle had only pretended to sip nonchalantly from his cup of Earl Grey and read his newspaper, while in truth all he had done was to glance periodically at me, ready to tease me.   Great. How does he know now?   Slowly, I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder.   “We’re out of orange juice.” I said, trying to distract him.   “What a catastrophe, I’m sure.” He said with an air of blatant sarcasm as he looked at me with half a smile on his lips.   “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”   He said nothing, just smiled widely at me and resumed his singing.   “You’re incorrigible.” I shook my head, kissed him on the cheek, and headed to my room, his singing growing louder with my departure from the kitchen.   “When you walk in a dream, but you know you’re not dreaming, signore…”   I was sure his song would be stuck in my mind for the whole day.

  After a few minutes’ search I found my bag and checked my phone.I froze for an instant looking at the screen. Five texts and three unanswered calls -  very uncommon for a Sunday morning.   Two calls from Lilly, our dance instructor and another from Jenny.One text from Jenny, two from Joe, and two texts from Jamie.   Two texts!   With a smile and without thinking, I opened Jamie’s texts first.   Jamie: Good morning, Sassenach. 😊 What are your plans for today?   And then the second one.   Jamie: Jenny just told me. You two are going to have a tough week…   What?   I hurriedly checked Jenny’s text.   Jenny: Hi Claire! Lilly couldn’t reach you. We’ve had a change of plans and we’re performing on Saturday! Call me or Lilly ASAP!   What? No, that couldn’t be.  Our performance was supposed to be next month. A week was way too soon, we weren’t ready yet!   I was already calling Lilly back, pacing my room while I did so.   Five minutes later I’d changed into my tights and tank top, threw everything I’d need in to my rucksack, and after a short stop at the kitchen to inform Lamb that I was going to the dance studio and I’d be gone for most of the day, I raced out the door.   **   For thirty minutes all I could see was the panic in everyone’s eyes, and I was pretty sure that mine weren’t much different. Indistinct chatter was heard from all around the room, all of us gathered into smaller groups of two or three girls discussing the same thing - the injustice of this change in the program.   Jenny waved at me the moment I had entered the dance studio.   “Oh God,” I said the moment she was within hearing distance. “Why did they change the date?”   “I have no idea. We haven’t practiced the choreography enough, I still forget some of the moves, to be honest, and they want us to perform so soon?” She said incredulously and the frown between her eyebrows deepened.   “I know. It sucks. We’ll be terrible.” My optimism was apparently hidden in the middle of earth or somewhere else far away from our dance studio.   “Girls! Calm down and come close. I need to talk to you.” Lilly, always calm and composed, motioned us to gather as she walked to the center of the room.   **   Four hours later we lay exhausted on the sleek wooden floor. I could feel the hard wood against every inch of my spine and my back, complaining about the hard use as much as my body did. However, I couldn’t get up even for the softest, fluffiest mattress in the world. I had my doubts about performing on Saturday, not because we wouldn’t be good enough but because we might be dead by then. I was sure my legs would wobble and I’d end up straight on the floor if I tried to rise any time soon. Turning my head to the right, I saw Jenny in a similar condition. I smiled at her and she rolled her eyes and feigned sleep. Yeap, I could use some sleep myself now. This was going to be a tough week.   This was going to be a tough week! Oh my God, I hadn’t replied to Jamie’s text!   Without a second thought and with vigor I couldn’t fathom how I still had in me, I rose and strode briskly across the studio to the locker room.   I should have replied hours ago! Would he now think that I didn’t care?   Up until the moment I got the phone in my hands, I had changed my mind two hundred times.   Text him right now? No, send something brief now, shower and continue the conversation, if there was to be one, later. No, better shower first, as not to delay another text in case he’d reply immediately.   Before I made a decision on how and when I’d respond to Jamie, I read the texts from Joe and briefly informed him about the reason he had received radio silence from me for more than a day.   JA: “You’re omitting valuable information Lady Jane! How did the date go?”    CB: “It wasn’t a date and it went great.”   JA: “Look at you now, hanging out with the jocks and not even texting us, poor nerds.”   CB: “Very funny, Joe. Ha Ha. And FYI, they’re cool. It was fun.”   JA: “Fun fun or… fun fun *wiggling eyebrows here*”   CB: “You’re an ass.”   JA: “That’s why you love me. Did you two kiss?”   CB: “…”   JA: “Come on! Did the Viking warrior kiss you?”   CB: “Bye Joe!”   JA: Did you kiss? JA: Did he kiss you? JA: Did you kiss him? JA: Did you two kiss?   CB: “Shut up!”   JA: “Did you kiss?”   CB: “Yeeeees ❤️”   JA: “Good. CU tomorrow LJ”   CB: “xoxo”     While I was texting Joe, the rest of the team came into the locker room, dragging feet and all. I felt quite refreshed. Better text Jamie now.   CB: “Hi Jamie! Sorry for the delay. I had to come to the studio, we had an extra practice session today.”   Jamie: “Yeah, I know. Jenny told me.”   CB: “Right. Got to go shower. TTYL?”   Jamie: “😉”

  If I wasn’t so tired and I didn’t want to resume texting with Jamie as soon as possible, I would have stayed under the hot water forever. The soapy bubbles and the water’s pressure on my body gradually removed the fatigue like a layer of sweat being washed out, forever lost in the shower drain. It wasn’t that I could run a half marathon right then, but I felt quite well.   The endorphins are doing their job, I suppose.   I was even confident that the performance would be just fine. If we continued training like crazy, that is.   Jenny was getting into her coat when I left the shower. She’d told me that Ian was waiting for her at home and she wanted to get back quick since she’d left him alone for the whole day.    I checked my phone to see if Jamie had sent anything else, and somewhat disappointed that he hadn’t, I got dressed.

  With my beanie and a huge scarf around my neck covering half of my face as well, I walked to my bicycle.   “So ye’re here incognito, Sassenach?” His voice came from my left and his hand was on my waist a moment later. “I almost didna recognize ye.”   My heart was banging in my chest so loudly I was sure he could hear it. I turned to face him, giving him the opportunity to pull me close to him, which was exactly what he did.   “Let’s see what we can do about it.” He said in a low voice pursing his lips as he lowered the scarf from my face. “Much better.” And seeing me smile he bent and kissed me. I didn’t think he was going for a long kiss, but I wouldn’t pull my lips from his now that they were on mine. They were so warm and soft and hungry that I felt intoxicated. We got lost in the moment and in each other, and we opened our eyes again only when we had to part for valuable oxygen.   Without an inch between us for the cold wind to invade, I inhaled his scent before looking into his eyes. “What are you doing here?” I said with a questioning smile.   “Ye said we’d talk later. I thought I’d come so we could talk.”   “Mmhmm. This is how Jamie Fraser talks to girls, then?” I raised an eyebrow.   “Only if they’re named Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp.” He said soberly, his eyes intent on mine.   “Okay then.”   He shook his head, disapproving of my way of thinking, and with a smile he claimed my lips again.   “I couldn’t wait till tomorrow to see ye.” He said and pulled me closer.   “I know.” I said, feeling my legs wobble again, but not from fatigue.   This time they wobbled from happiness.

Chapter 13

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Bright Lights, Big City. Series. Chapter 1.

Okay, so I wasn’t going to release this new series yet but I cant hold off. I think I’m going to do one more chapter to each of Jared’s and Shannon’s series. I was then going to release this one but screw it. I’m super excited for this and have been thinking about it for a few weeks. I hope you like the start of a new series!!!

Authors note:  I’ve tried to proof read it, but knowing me there’s still mistakes lol. Anyway a new series. I’m very excited about this one. I hope you are too. Enjoy. 

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Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1,895.

Bright Lights, Big City. Chapter 1.

CHAPTER 1

“I guess it’s time to finish off the planning for the charity opening day” I said to myself as I walked into my home office. I worked as an coordinator of a charity called ‘Bright Lights, Big City’. We had many departments from helping the less fortunate and going through hard times to rebuilding homes destroyed by natural disasters. That was my department among a few more. I had organised all of the volunteers and how they were all getting there and a sponsor, we needed them . I had reached out to many celebrities such as Miley Cyrus, John Mayer and even Prince Harry from England, worth a shot but hadn’t yet received a reply. I mean in past projects we’ve had Demi Lovato, Liam Hemsworth and Ed Sheeran. 

  We’d had a few celebrities to help sponsor us and bring in extra helpers because of the 'celebrity endorsement’, so to speak, we were using them, but for a good cause. I sat at my very tidy desk and logged into my email. It was taking it’s time to load so I turned around to plug my phone into the tower speaker to play some music. The first song was House of the rising sun by the animals. Just as the song was ending my emails had loaded, 17 new emails. I went through every one of them. Most were about the deliveries for the construction materials. As I replied to each email Kings and Queens started blaring through my speakers. Singing along I checked the second to last email. 

Subject: Bright Lights, Big City Sponsor. Oh my god this was it, 2 weeks before we are supposed to start and we have a sponsor, thank goodness. So I scrolled down to read the email. Hello, Y/N/&/ Y/L/N.  I’m writing to you to confirm that Thirty Seconds To Mars would like to sponsor your charity as I had done some research and they were impressed by what your charity has done for everyone you’ve helped. They also liked all of the past and current projects and would like to sponsor more in the future.   Please get back to us so we know you’d still like them to be the sponsor for this project. I will then be  able to give you contact details as well as receive yours. I hope to hear from you soon. Kind Regards The office of Thirty Seconds To Mars.    My hands were over my mouth as I sat there in shock. They’d been my favorite band for years and now they’re going to sponsor a charity project that I am in charge of. Holy crap! To be quite honest I forgotten that I’d sent them an email about this but then again I had reached out to a lot of celebrities. I replied back to the email. Hello, Office of Thirty Seconds To Mars, I’d like to gracefully accept for Thirty Seconds To Mars to be our sponsor for this project. Let me go through the plans and I will email you back tomorrow with my details. Thank you once again for agreeing to sponsor this project. I and the people we will be helping cannot thank you enough. Yours sincerely Miss Y/N/&/Y/L/N. I was shaking from the excitement. Still no time for that now. I can be excited later I now need to find a location for all of the volunteers to meet so we can discuss the plans for the buildings. I rang up a few meeting room places close to the location of our project so we could easily walk there and I found one. For this place I would only need to bring my own laptop as they had a projector there which was handy. I could now tick that off of my check list. As I’d finished for the evening I decided to sit in the back yard so I could breath in a little fresh air. I took my vape pen with me so I could take a few puffs to help calm me down, the adrenaline was still coursing through my veins as I sat there and thought about what was happening. I watched my dogs roam around the dimly lit yard. I had a great dane rescue who I named blue as his color was blue and I had Tank my Husky rescue, I called him tank because he was a stocky thing that would knock anything over in his path and there was Nellie the Chihuahua mix, she was my first dog, small but feisty, definitely the leader of the pack. The boys needed to be re homed together and people usually don’t want 2 big dogs, well puppies. They were only 8 months old but had been together since 5 weeks as the person who gave them to the rescue bought them way too early and didn’t want them once they both teamed up and destroyed the house. Once they were at the rescue they were trained to not ruin furniture and trained to be fairly good dogs. I mean they’re still puppies so I’m  a little lenient with them. But I’d never change them in any way, they are my babies, I’ll be it big babies, but babies none the less. I called them inside and locked the doors. I was on the computer for so long that it had passed dinner time so I didn’t bother. I went upstairs to have a shower, then laid in bed after. I couldn’t sleep, I was thinking about all the things I needed to get ready. I was going through my mental check list in my head. I had the materials. ✔️ the storage for materials. ✔️ the sponsor. ✔️ the meeting room. ✔️ the transport. ✔️ the volunteers. ✔️ the blueprints. ✔️ the tools. ✔️ As I was going through them ticking more and more off I started to feel better and more prepared. Checking things off my list was like counting sheep and before I knew it I was asleep.  The next two weeks flew by what with all the preparing I was doing. I had finished my presentation and a speech for the first day and was now packing it all into my bag ready for tomorrow. The office of thirty seconds to mars and I had been emailing back and forth. For a sponsor they sure wanted to know every detail of my plan, which was a little intimidating because our other sponsors had never wanted such detailed descriptions of what was going on, but it was fine. I felt pretty organised. That night my bag with my laptop, paperwork and handouts were by the door. I was showered and had my outfit picked out for tomorrow which was fairly business-ey. I was in bed reading over the final plans for tomorrow. Once the clock hit 10 pm I decided to go to sleep.   *beep beep beep beep beep* “Uggghh” I sighed to myself. I rolled over to see that it was 6 am. I slammed my hand down on the alarm and scrambled out of bed and went straight to the bathroom to go to the toilet and wash my face. After I made breakfast for myself and the dogs and sat at the table. I let the dogs out while I got dressed.

I’ll admit this outfit was not suitable for a construction site but I’ve done this enough times to know I can climb a ladder in heels and a skirt if needed.  I fixed my hair, let the dogs back in and got ready to leave. I grabbed my bag and car keys had a last check in the mirror. I closed the door took a deep breath and tried to think positively. I arrived at the meeting place where everyone would be arriving in about half an hour. Plenty of time for me to get hooked up to the projector. Luckily they had already set the chairs out for me. About 150. Staring at the empty chairs made me feel slightly nervous, but I can do this. About 10 minutes before everyone would be arriving on the buses I heard a commotion outside so decided to investigate. I went to the front desk and asked what was going on. “Well Miss, it’s some band, they’ve come to see you”. I stared at the man with wide eyes. “Me? What’s the bands name?” I ask him. “Thirty something something, at least I think that what they were screaming outside” he replied. 'Oh god’ I thought to myself. I went back to my meeting room to wait for them and to try and calm myself. I gave it a couple of minutes and there they were. Well two thirds of them. Shannon and Jared walked towards me. “Hi, I’m Jared ad this is Shannon are you the coordinator of the Bright lights, big city organisation” Jared held out a hand for me to shake. “Hi yes I am. I’m Y/N/&/Y/L/N. Do forgive me but may I ask why you’re here?” I didn’t want to sound rude but sponsors don’t usually show up until we’ve finished all the work and we have the little celebration party at the end. “Well my brother thought it would be a great idea if we came along to find out whats going to happen and if we could help in any way” Shannon answered not looking too happy. “You don’t look like the type of girl who does this very often. You’re dressed to girly. Who’s actually in charge of the building here?” he added. “Well actually I have been coordinator of about 30 very successful projects and I am in charge, thank you very much” I defended myself. People started coming off of the buses and into the venue. The two men went to the back of the room and took seats. I turned around and tried to gather my thoughts. I wondered why Shannon was annoyed with me already. Was it the way I was dressed. Did I do something to piss him off. I cant loose the sponsors already. I shook the negative thoughts out of my head and turned back around to see the room full of people. “If we’re all ready and seated I’d like to get started” I announced with a smile. “I’d like to thank each and every one of you for volunteering and agreeing to help with this project. As you know” I flip to the first slid. “The area we will be working on was affected by a very big storm that passed through. It has taken over 200 homes and we are all here to help build them back up so I hope you’re good with tools” I gained a little laugh. I looked over to Jared and Shannon. Jared was listening to my every word and Shannon was busy on his pone looking more and more annoyed. I was just hoping it wasn’t at me. I carried on with the presentation and at the end I introduced out sponsors. It lasted around 45 minutes. I sent everyone for a coffee break then we’d get onto the buses so I could show everyone the location and where we’d be starting tomorrow.

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Chapter 2. 

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[hookedonapirate]

Wild at Heart (Chapter 6/?)

Read: Prologue Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5

Graphic Art credit to the lovely and wonderful @jell-obeans Thank you so much!

Summary: Born and raised by rich parents, Emma Nolan has always done what’s expected of her, from what clothes to wear to what school to attend, what career to pursue and even who to marry. After graduating from Harvard and going back home to Storybrooke, South Carolina, she agrees to marry Oz Walsh by the wishes of her parents. With a year of engagement behind her, she goes to Boston for business and has to fly back home to get to her wedding. What happens when she has a run-in at the airport with a dashing, blue-eyed thief who is apparently bound and determined to throw a wrench in all of her plans? Will she make it back to Storybrooke on time for her wedding or will she find her home along the way?

Rating: M

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A/N: I apologize for the slow updates and short chapters, and I thank you all for your patience! This one is a bit longer and includes some Neverland goodness. Hope you enjoy!

Emma woke up the next morning, surrounded by impossible warmth and blissful comfort. She found it very difficult to move, other than to tighten her hold and bring the warmth closer to her.

 It wasn't long before she realized that her right arm and leg were wrapped around something - or rather someone - and her face was buried in the crook of his neck. Her eyes flew open and she peered up, seeing Killian sleeping peacefully, seeing his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm and seeing that her hand was clutching so tightly onto his necklace charms that it made her palm numb. She also realized that she had stolen all of the blankets; they were draped over her so that the only thing keeping him warm was her body molding into his in the most delightful way possible. She enjoyed the feeling, and easily concluded that it was something she could certainly get used to.

 She quickly shook those thoughts from her mind. She couldn't think like that. She was to be married in approximately thirty hours.

 Emma needed to remove herself from the bed. Slowly and ever so carefully, she started maneuvering herself out of his hold, lifting his hand from around her hip and quietly resting it on his chest. It was certainly a difficult process separating herself from Killian's embrace, but somehow she managed to sit up and stand from the bed.

 Seeing that it was seven o’clock, she went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth, deciding that she really needed to stretch her muscles.

 Her morning routine normally consisted of waking up at six a.m. and practicing her yoga, and since Killian was still sleeping, she decided that now was the best time. She pulled her hair into a bun and changed into a pair of dark grey yoga shorts with adjustable ties on each side, a black sports bra and red tank top.

 Emma was several feet from the end of the bed, the sensation of her muscles straining in unusual but familiar ways as she contorted her body, attaining a perfect form with ease. Yoga was something that thoroughly took her mind off of work and other stresses of a typical day for her. And it was indeed what she needed right now, the stress of her situation melting away as she alternated between different positions, her body easily flexing, and forming perfectly poised shapes.

 Transitioning her body, she laid on her stomach, using her forearms to hold her weight up before walking her feet into a Dolphin Pose with her elbows. Her palms were placed shoulder distance apart, her gaze focused between her hands and her butt raised up in the air. She was feeling very relaxed at this point, unaware of anything or anyone else in the room.

 Keeping her core engaged, she drew her shoulder blades into her back and extended her right leg up into the air, pressing down firmly into her elbows before bringing up her left leg as well. Bending her knees and sending her feet toward her head for a Scorpion Pose, she took a few slow breaths while holding her position.

 “That's certainly a sight to wake up to.”

 Even as balanced and focused as she was, Killian's seductively silky voice almost sent her crashing to the floor.

 “Talk about good form, love.”

 His words sent a shiver down her spine.

 “As much as I prefer a woman on her back, that is a very striking pose.”

 She suddenly felt self-conscious under his scrutiny, even though he seemed to enjoy the view she was offering him. Knowing that she was drawing his gaze, created a new tension in her muscles and she brought her feet back down, planting them on the floor before rising.

 “Don't stop on my account.”

 “I'm not. I'm almost finished anyways.” Avoiding any sort of eye contact with him, she laid flat on her back and closed her eyes, trying to relax her mind again, but it was very difficult under Killian’s piercing stare from where he sat on the edge of the bed. “Don't you know you're not supposed to interrupt someone while they’re engaged in their yoga workout. You're disturbing my zen. That is bad form, Jones. Very bad form.”

 “Apologies, love,” he said in a more quiet voice. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but she heard him milling about for a few moments before she heard the jingle of his keys. “I will go and get us some breakfast. What would you prefer?”

 “A blueberry muffin, please.” Emma replied quickly, her stomach growling from hearing the word ‘breakfast’ . “And a skinny Mocha Cappuccino with cinnamon and nutmeg, extra whipped cream.”

 “Sorry love, I don’t believe there’s a Starbucks around here,” he said with a chuckle. “And I’m pretty sure the hotel only has regular coffee.”

 Emma sighed. “Fine. I’ll take my coffee black then.”

 “Your wish, Princess.”

 She heard the footsteps from his boots against the floor before the door was being opened and then shut with a soft click, leaving a peaceful silence in the room.

 When she was finished with her yoga routine, she grabbed her outfit for the day and went into the bathroom, taking a long shower. She couldn't wait to purchase a phone and call her parents to let them know that she was alright. She couldn't wait to hear their voices.

 After a thoroughly long shower, Emma stepped out of the tub and wrapped herself in a towel. She started rummaging through her bag, trying to find her curling iron, but then she remembered she’d left it in her suitcase. Without even thinking, she stepped out of the bathroom, finding Killian packing his clothes into his duffle bag. A warm sensation filled her cheeks as she stepped over to her suitcase, lifting it up onto the bed. She unzipped it and started searching for her curling iron, feeling the brunt of Killian's stare.

 “Love, I’m not complaining or anything, but you best be careful how you go strutting around. We both know what happens when one of us is in nothing but a towel.”

 Emma looked up from her suitcase to see a big smirk on Killian’s face, his cheeks rosy red as he steered his eyes away from her, raising a playful brow.

 She could feel the redness of her cheeks only growing as a small smirk curved her lips, amusement laced in every word. “Yeah, except, with the tables turned, you don’t have the balls to do what I did, and I’m not as gullible as you are, so any tricks you have up your sleeve won't work on me.” Her eyes reverted back to the luggage, and she pulled out her curling iron, feeling Killian’s eye on her again. He made his way around the bed and approached her, his grin never fading. “Love, what did I tell you about challenging me? You know I never back down on a challenge, so unless you want that towel ripped from that gorgeous body of yours, choose your words very carefully,” he threatened in a playful tone.

 Emma turned around to face him, and he took her off guard when she found him so close to her that she could feel his breath brushing over her skin as her eyes connected with his. Her gaze briefly fell to his mouth before she realized what a mistake that was. His tongue was darting out and sweeping over his bottom lip in a very obscene manner, causing her breath to catch in her throat.

 “I would gladly finish what we started; all you have to do is say the word,” he informed her, his accented voice deep and plagued with mischief, the sound tugging at her belly.

 A shiver shot down her spine, and she recalled the previous day, when she boldly yanked off his towel and stroked him in her hand. Arousal started pooling in her core as she remembered how incredible he felt in just her palm. She couldn’t imagine how incredible he would feel between her legs. Emma’s eyes dropped to his lips again and she thought about how amazing it would be to kiss him, the memories of his eager tongue on hers, flooding through her mind. Emma clutched onto the lapel of his jacket, unable to draw in air as she was seriously contemplating just letting herself have him. She could easily see that Killian wanted her just as badly; he was ready to pounce.

 She shuddered, her lips closing the distance, but just before they touched his, she summoned every ounce of control within her and pulled away, releasing her grasp. “I can’t… I’m… I’m getting married tomorrow.” It pained her to utter those words, and Emma could see the disappointment flashing in his eyes, but he managed a small smile.

 “Of course, love. I understand.”

 “You do?” She asked, arching an eyebrow.

 “Aye. I understand you want to do the honorable thing. I may be a thief, but make no mistake… I also believe in good form…” he was stepping even closer, her breath rushing past her lips and her heart racing erratically in her chest as his crystal blue eyes bore into hers, “so when I win your heart, Emma…” he said, his eyes scanning the features of her face, “and I will win it… it won’t be because of any trickery. It will be because you want me.”

 Emma swallowed thickly, seeing the promise in his eyes. “I have to... I have to get ready... so we can get the car to the shop,” she stammered.

 “The car is already at the shop. I called a tow truck from the front desk while you were in the shower. I also called a cab. It's picking us up in half an hour.”

 Emma had to collect her bearings as she gave him a nod. “Thank you.”

 “It's not a problem, Emma,” he assured with a smile.

 “Oh and I have your letters. I didn't want to just leave them in the car.” Emma left him to retrieve the papers from her bag, handing them over to him.

 “Thank you.” Killian took them graciously, tucking them securely in his own bag.

 “No problem,” Emma murmured as she started walking towards the bathroom with her curling iron. “I’ll be done soon.”

 Emma's stomach was coiled in knots the whole morning. After she got ready and ate the blueberry muffin Killian he'd retrieved for her, they took a cab to the repair shop, where they were told it wouldn't be done until the next day because it was literally the only repair shop in town and they were pretty backed up.

 “This is ridiculous! We don’t have time for this!” Emma huffed, frustrated and impatient as they walked out of the garage. “I’m supposed to be getting married tomorrow, Killian. What the hell are we going to do now?!”

 Killian gently placed his hand on her arm, tugging her to a halt and urging her to look at him. “Emma… we’re only seven hours away. We’ll pick up the car early in the morning and we’ll drive non-stop until we get there.”

 “But Killian, I have to get my hair done and get into my wedding gown. And what if we get stuck in a traffic jam or your car breaks down again?”

 “Well, Emma, can’t your parents postpone the wedding for a few hours, or a day?”

 Emma sighed in frustration, sinking her face into her hands. “I suppose,” she mumbled. She didn’t know if this was a blessing or a curse. And what made it worse was Killian putting his arms around her, holding her to his chest and gently rubbing her back to soothe her. She allowed her body to mold into his.

 “I’m sorry, love.”

 She knew they could have found another mode of transportation, but she couldn’t ask Killian to give up his prized yellow bug. She knew that it was more than just an object to him. It held a lot of sentimental value and she couldn't ask him to leave it behind. Emma sighed into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in the crook of his neck.

 Killian dropped a gentle kiss to the top of her head, squeezing her more tightly. “Hey, perhaps they’ll have it finished before they close today. We’ll check back at 4:30, how about that?”

 Emma nodded against his shoulder. “Okay.”

 “Alright, why don’t we call your parents and get some lunch?”

 “Okay,” Emma agreed, however, she didn't want to leave his arms. Somehow, she did.

 ~*~

 “Hi Mom, it’s me.”

 “Emma?! Oh Emma, we were so worried about you!” Mary Margaret shrilled out, her words strangled and muffled through her tears.

 Emma's heart broke, knowing her mother was hurting from not knowing if her daughter was okay. “I know,” she breathed, doing her best to hold back a tear of her own. “I’m fine, I promise.”

 Her mother sighed out in relief. “Thank goodness.”

 Emma asked how everything at home was going, and how Dortha was doing. They chatted for a few minutes before she summoned the courage to ask her the dreaded question she’d been reluctant to ask. “Hey… so, would it be possible to postpone the wedding? I’m going to be a few hours later than planned. We just had some car trouble. But we’re leaving early in the morning.”

 “Oh… actually, Emma, we already had it postponed.”

 Emma's eyes grew wide with shock. “You did?”

 “Of course we did. We wouldn't expect you to get married immediately after such a horrible, traumatic experience.”

 On one hand, Emma was wracked with guilt. On the other hand, she was utterly relieved.

 “Are you sure about this? I don’t want to upset the guests or everyone that you hired for the wedding.”

 “Honey, I don’t care if they’re upset or not. This is your wedding, and your father and I want you to be able to enjoy your special day. You are our daughter, and you are the only thing that matters to us, got it?”

 “Okay.” Emma managed a smile. There was something different in her mother's words. She thought, maybe her mother had done a lot of thinking and contemplating since she found out that her daughter wasbeing held for ransom . Maybe Emma could tell her mother the truth about her desires to not marry Walsh. “Mom…”

 “Yes, sweetie?”

 “There’s something I need to tell you.”

 “What is it, Emma?”

 Emma drew in a deep breath. “I... I…” the words stumbled out of her mouth, and somehow, she couldn't do it. She was too afraid; too afraid to let everyone down. “I love you. I love you and Dad... so much.”

 “We know, sweetheart. We love you very much too. But don’t worry, you are going to come home to us, okay? Just please get here safely.”

 “I will. Can I talk to Daddy?”

 “Of course, sweetheart.”

 Emma waited for a brief moment until she heard her father’s gentle voice on the other line.

 “Hey, Princess. Are you okay?”

 “Yeah, I’m fine. Our car just broke down and we have to get the engine replaced.”

 She heard him sigh into the phone. “How long will that take?”

 “They told us it wouldn't be done until morning.”

 “Okay… where will you be staying?”

 “In a hotel. We have a room for the night, no worries.”

 “That’s good. Is he treating you…?”

 “He’s treating me fine. I promise, you don't have to worry about that.”

 Her father exhaled a deep breath. “I’m your father. It’s my job to worry about you.”

 “I know,” she said with a soft smile. “Father, can I ask you for a favor?”

 “Of course. Anything for my daughter.”

 “Please... don’t get the police involved.”

 “Emma-”

 “Please, I mean it. This guy… he’s not as bad as you think. I can’t tell you why, but he really needs the money. Just please don’t turn him in.”

 “But Emma, I’m a former police officer. Do you really think I could just let this go?”

 “No, but… please… do it for me, do it for your daughter,” she pleaded, “and trust me… you will not regret it.”

 “Okay… I’m putting my faith in you, Emma. I won't, I promise.”

 Emma could tell by the sound of his voice that he already contacted the police, but he couldn't say that over the phone, for fear that the phone was being bugged, or that her captor was forcing her to trick David into admitting that he already did. “There will be no police involved when I drop off the money. You have my word, Emma.”

 “Thank you.”

 “Of course, sweetie. But you do understand that if he doesn’t bring you back to us exactly as you left, I will take matters into my own hands?”

 She smiled again, a tear rolling down her cheek. “I wouldn’t expect anything less. I love you, Daddy.”

 “I love you too, Princess. Get home to us.”

 “I will. Promise.”

 “Oh, Walsh is here. He just came through the door. He wants to talk to you.”

 “Okay.” Emma cursed under her breath, wiping her tear as she heard her father passing the phone over.

 “Emma. Are you okay?”

 “Yeah, I’m fine,” she assured, wearing a fake smile.

 “He didn’t lay a hand you, did he? Because I will kill that assho-”

 “No, he would not hurt me.”

 “You don’t know that, Emma. Don’t trust him. He's nothing but a lowlife piece of scum!”

 Emma gritted her teeth, trying to refrain from defending Killian, but she didn't want Walsh to grow suspicious as to why she would be defending him.

 “Let me talk to that fucking bastard!” Walsh demanded harshly. His words, however, were not completely sincere, like he was only putting on a show for her parents. Walsh would never get this emotional; that just wasn't him. He wasn't passionate and he wasn't assertive. He was a boring furniture shop owner. His business was his life. The only thing he would ever get upset about is if his shipment didn't arrive on time.

 “I’m sorry, he can’t talk right now.”

 Walsh got angry and his voice grew louder as he went on, making several explicit death threats for her to pass along to Killian. Emma held the phone away from her ear, not even listening to a word he was saying. Finally, she spoke into the phone again, interrupting him. “I’m sorry, Walsh. My time is up. I have to go.” She didn’t even wait for a response before she ended the call.

 Thank God.

 She immediately threw the phone on the pavement, watching it shatter to pieces. She picked up the debris and threw it in the trash.

 “All set, love?” Killian asked, gracing her with a smile as he approached from inside Granny's Diner, bringing food; grilled cheese sandwiches and onion rings for her, and fish and chips for himself. She nodded and sat down as he placed the trays on the picnic table and took a seat across from her. “How are your parents? Are they doing okay?”

 “Yeah, They’re fine. The wedding has been delayed for now.”

 “Ah, that’s good, right love?”

 “Yeah, it is. We don’t have to rush to get there.” Emma picked up her sandwich, taking a small bite. She was glad that he talked her into this little diner a couple miles from town. Her grilled cheese sandwich was delicious. She hadn’t had one since she was very little.

 “You sure? I mean, if you really want to get back to your parents, we can find another way.

 Emma arched a brow in surprise as she gulped her food down. “You’d leave behind your bug for me?”

 Killian nodded. “Aye. But just so we’re clear, I would only do it to get you home so that you can be with your parents, not so you can marry Walsh quicker,” he said with a small smirk.

 Emma shook her head, his words sending goosebumps over her skin. “I can't ask you to give up your car.”

 “It's only an object, love. I can survive without it.”

 “But it's worth more than that. Even if we replaced all of the items that were destroyed in the Sheldon’s house fire, or built the exact same house brick by brick, those things still wouldn't hold the exact same memories. A cherished possession is not just an object. It holds value that money just can't replace,” Emma said earnestly.

 Killian studied her features carefully. “What have you lost that was valuable to you, love?”

 “Nothing.” Emma shook her head, trying to wave off the question.

 “Tell me, Emma.”

 She slowly sighed in defeat. “Fine, if you really want to know, it was my Walkman and my cassette tapes. My father bought them for me, and I listened to my music whenever I had the chance,” she explained with a small smile, her eyes lighting up with nostalgia. “It was my escape.” Her smile faded as her eyes fell to the food on her tray. “But then, one night, my mother found them in my dresser drawer while she was doing laundry… and she got rid of them. She said they were not worth my time.”

 Killian's features fell as he put a gentle hand on her arm from across the table, causing Emma to lift her head, her eyes instantly locking with his. “I'm sorry, love. You are right, those that hold memories cannot be replaced, but some things we can't hold onto forever. That's just part of life.” He spoke the words as though he knew all too well what it was like to have something taken away.

 “What about you? What did you lose that was valuable to you?”

 “I would say my family, and my Milah, but you can't lose something that never wanted you in the first place.”

 “What happened to them?”

 “My parents gave my brother and I up for adoption when I was a baby and he was only four. He took care of me when he turned eighteen, but then disowned me when he found out that I became a thief.”

 Emma swallowed thickly, lifting her hand to the table and placing it over his. “I'm sorry. How did you become a thief, anyways?”

 “It's sort of a long story,” Killian sighed, threading his fingers into hers. “It all started with Milah. I met her while she was stealing from a convenient store. I told her I wouldn't turn her in if she gave me a kiss,” he said with a chuckle. “We were only fifteen at the time.”

 Emma’s lips curled into a soft smirk. “And let me guess, she accepted your offer?”

 “Aye. Then we started dating and I found out she and her brother, Neal, were living on the streets, and they both stole in order to survive. I convinced my brother to take them into our tiny apartment that he paid the rent for, but then he found out Neal had stolen some money from him and when he found out that I knew about their thieving ways, he kicked all of us out. The only thing we had were the clothes on our backs and the yellow beetle that Neal had stolen. The three of us were inseparable, and we became an unstoppable trio, always thinking about our next move, and how to get food or shelter.”

 Emma’s heart ached for him, hearing about his struggles growing up as she soothed her thumb over his. “So then, what happened to them?”

 “Milah eventually left us. She grew tired of our lifestyle, so she fled in the middle of the night.” Killian’s eyes grew very solemn as he tightened his hand around hers. “The police found her body in the river.”

 Emma’s breath hitched, goosebumps crawling over her skin. “Oh my God. Do they know what happened?”

 “They found evidence of a struggle. She was killed, but they never found out who murdered her. After that, Neal gave me his car and had me take him to New York. I haven’t her heard from him ever since.”

 “That's awful. I'm so sorry.”

 Killian flashed her a small smile. “Thanks, love.”

 Emma's heart constricted in her chest. She couldn't believe all of the people he'd lost. “Thanks for telling me that. It know it must've been hard.”

 “It's okay. I figured it was the least I could do for everything I've put you through.” They released their hands and continued eating their lunch. “I have an idea. Why don't we do something fun after we eat?” he suggested, dipping his fry in ketchup. Emma cringed as she watched; she hated ketchup.

 She averted her gaze away from the display and raised a brow in curiosity. “What did you have in mind?”

 Killian lifted his head, a mischievous smile falling upon his lips as he inserted a fry into his mouth, his eyes never leaving hers.

 Oh Lord , she had a feeling that whatever he had in mind could not be good.

 ~*~

 “Oh no, I am not doing that.” Emma shook her head as she stood in front of a salon she would never dare step into.

 “Oh, come on, Nolan. Live a little bit. I promise, you won't regret it.”

 “Yeah, until my parents decide to kill me when they see it!”

 Killian gave a soft shrug, a crooked smirk curving his lips. “So get it where you're parents won't see.”

 Emma scoffed. “Yeah, I'll just get one on my ass, I'm sure my future husband would love that,” she spat sarcastically.

 “I don't think Walsh would know what to think.”

 “Who said I was talking about Walsh? My parents would see my bare ass before he would ever see it again.”

 Killian laughed. “I take it, you have another lucky lad lined up to be your future husband then?”

 “I'm just saying when Walsh and I get divorced and I manage to find a guy who I actually like.”

 Killian opened his mouth to say something, but then stopped himself.

 “You know what? You're right, I need to live a little. I'm gonna do it.”

 He smiled widely as she approached the door, reaching for the handle. “That a lass.”

 Emma hesitantly stepped into the tattoo parlor, Killian following behind her. Luckily they accepted walk-ins, and she was given a binder with tattoo designs.

 She looked through the different designs as she sat on a lounge chair with Killian, and decided on a simple design with music notes. He smiled and offered to go back with her to hold her hand. He said it would be painful, but Emma was more concerned with how sterile the needles actually were. She made it very clear to the artist who would be working on her tattoo that she was a lawyer. The man only chuckled and took her back through a black curtain that led her into a room with a massage table.

 The artist left the room, and Emma's stomach was in knots when she saw the various needles on the tray. Regrettably she had chosen to have the tattoo on her ass - just above her left ass cheek, to be exact. Killian, of course was very amused by this idea, but Emma chose to ignore him. She let him stay in the room though, and told him to avert his eyes as she unbuttoned her pants, pulling them halfway down her butt. She took a deep breath and laid on her stomach before the tattoo artist entered the room again.

 “Are you sure you don't want your fiance holding your hand? This is going to be painful.”

 “No, that's okay. My fiance's an ass,” she replied sarcastically, not even bothering to correct him as she flashed Killian a smirk. The man obviously noticed the ring on her finger and just assumed.

 “Oi!” Killian frowned and stuck out his bottom lip into a pout, making her giggle.

 She heard the snap of a plastic glove before the artist began. She quickly realized just how correct they both were. Emma gritted her teeth, keeping a tear from escaping her eyes as she let out a small whimper.

 “Doing alright there, love?”

 When she didn't answer, because she was too busy squeezing her eyes shut and biting her tongue, he came to her side.

 “Here, take my hand.”

 Emma didn't hesitate to take it, squeezing it tightly. She entwined her fingers into his, keeping her mind focused on other things, like how good it felt to hold Killian's hand, or the way her heart stammered whenever he was near her. She thought about their morning together, and how she woke up wrapped in his arms. She thought about how she’d never felt this way about anyone before in her entire life. And she liked the feeling. However, she hated the feeling of being tattooed. It hurt like hell.

 “Would you like to see your fiance’s tattoo before I bandage her up?” the man asked after he was finished.

 Killian smirked and looked down at Emma. “You don't mind do you, sweetheart?”

 Emma's heart skipped a beat and she shook her head. “No, I don't mind, babe,” she replied with small smile.

 Killian released her hand and walked over to the exposed area. Her face felt very flushed, especially when she heard Killian whistle. “Mm, it’s a beaut.” He then stepped over to her again, leaning down to speak quietly in her ear. “The tattoo looks good too.” Emma felt the blush deepen in her cheeks, and her smile grew even wider.

 The artist took a picture, showing it to her before cleaning the area and applying ointment and a bandage. Emma let out a breath of relief, seeing that it wasn't a bad job. In fact, she kind of liked it.

 The man left the room as she started to get up, and Killian turned around as she pulled up her pants. “Oh, now you're going to get all shy on me? You just got a peek of my ass,” Emma laughed as she zipped and buttoned up her pants.

 Killian turned around, offering a smug grin. “Believe me, I am not shy, just being a gentleman.”

 Emma rolled her eyes as she started walking towards the curtain. “We should probably leave before he thinks we’re in here making out and enjoying my new tattoo a little too much.”

 “I'm not opposed to making that a reality, love.”

 Emma snorted as she left the room, Killian hot on her heels. She shuddered pleasantly at the thought.

 When they emerged from the parlor, her tattoo was sore as she walked, and she was immediately regretting her decision. Emma couldn't believe that she just got a tattoo on her ass.

 “What now, love?”

 A slow, broad grin crawled across Emma's lips. “Now, it’s time to do what I want to do.”

 “And what would that be, love?”

 Emma pursed her lips in contemplation. “Hm... we’re going shopping.”

 “Love, believe me, I'm not opposed to that... but that's your brilliant idea?”

 She smirked, mischief dancing in her eyes. “No, it's not. We’re going shopping because you, Killian Jones,” she said, poking him in the chest, “are going to dress up and take me dancing.” Emma didn’t wait for him to respond before she turned around and started walking away.

 He quickly caught up with her, a hopeful grin on his face. “So we’re going on a date?”

 She gave him an eye roll as they continued walking down the sidewalk. “We can pretend it's a date. How about that? People seem to think we're together anyways.”

 His smile only grew as he tilted his head to look at her. “You’ve got yourself a deal, love… and a date.”

 “Not a date,” she corrected, holding back a smirk.

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I See You Kitty Chapter 5

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

                                                Chapter 5

“Marinette. I really think that you have done enough. You need to get some sleep.” Tikki flitted around the sewing machine, not able to land on it due to the heat it was putting off from Marinette’s constant use of it for the past three hours.

“I just want everything to be perfect. I’ve been at Agreste Designs for a year now. This is my only chance to do more than be an intern. He only picks one designer a year to join his team.” Marinette sighed and brushed a stray hair from her eyes. “I don’t know what I’ll do if he doesn’t pick me.”

“Of course he’ll pick you Marinette. You’re amazing!”

“Thanks Tikki, but you have to say that.”

“Well Chat certainly looked like he enjoyed your Chat Noir pajamas last night,” the kwami stuck her tongue out before zipping up to the ceiling as Marinette squealed and tried to grab the small god.

“Tikki! That’s not funny! I’m happy I didn’t decide to test out the Ladybug ones.”

“Look Marinette, you don’t want to over work your garments. I think that they are amazing and I also think that it’s time for you to get some sleep. You don’t want to wake up late tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’m just so worried.”

“You have no reason to be. You are talented and your clothes show that! Put them in their bag and let’s get some sleep.”

“Alright, alright. Jeez, you have gotten so bossy these past few years.”

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out!”

“And you need to stop watching so much American TV.” The pair laughed as Marinette finished putting her collection in their garment bag before she turned off the light to get into bed.

“Come on Tikki!” Marinette called as she started descending the stairs.

“I’m coming. Wow, Marinette. I still can’t believe you got up before me.” Tikki slid into Marinette’s pink backpack.

“Marinette? I made you breakfast,” Sabine smiled at her daughter as she slid the piping hot plate across the table. “I know you don’t usually eat before you head out, but I know today is a big day for you.”

“Thanks Maman. I’ll take it with me since I want to get there early to set up. Are you sure it’s okay for me to take the van today?”

“For the hundredth time, we don’t have any deliveries today so the van is all yours.” Tom smiled as he kissed his wife’s cheek and headed into the bakery to open the doors for the day.

“I just wanted to check again.”

“Good luck honey. Let us know how it goes, okay?”

“I will. Thanks! Love you guys.”

“We love you too!” They called out as Marinette ran out the side door, garments in one hand and the van keys and her breakfast in the other.

Marinette hardly ever drove a car around Paris, preferring to bike since it was easier to avoid traffic on the sidewalks, but she couldn’t risk anything happening to her collection today.

The usually warm and friendly work room was anything but at Marinette opened the door and headed to her station.

Wow, everyone is so tense. Gabriel Agreste has that effect on everyone even when he’s not in the room yet. Marinette put in her ear buds as unzipped the bag and began organizing the clothes on the rack and mannequins behind her table.

An hour later, the work room was filled with each intern, but it was too quiet in between songs on her phone. It was beginning to stress Marinette out until she heard a soft chuckle and abruptly pulled out her earbuds and turned around,

“Oh, h-hi Adrien!” Marinette felt the blush creep up her neck and cheeks. “How… how long have you been standing there?”

“Oh just a few minutes.” He smiled his megawatt smile as he moved behind the table to get a closer look at her collection. He hadn’t realized the other night that her pajamas were actually a part of it. She did an amazing job! “Dad likes me to come down and make an appearance but I knew you would probably be super nervous so I thought that I would come a little earlier to see if you needed help with anything.”

“Oh uhm, well thank you, but I don’t want you to seem like you’re playing favorites or anything like that since we’re friends and I really wanted to do this on my own and I’m totally rambling.”

“It’s okay, I offered my help to everyone else as well,” he laughed and began sifting through her hangers. “Wow Marinette! These look amazing! Where did you get the inspiration from? I mean, obviously Chat Noir and Ladybug, but what about the others?”

I knew I should have toned down the miraculous theme, Marinette thought as she stepped closer to her sketch book. Tikki had said it was fine, but I’m still not sure.

“Actually, I got a lot of inspiration from you. I mean, from the book you had a while back. The superhero one?” Oh my gosh I almost told him that I designed these pajamas with the idea that he would be the one looking at them. I’m such an idiot!

“Oh, I remember that! Uhm, can you not mention that actually? My dad doesn’t know that I took it from him and then lost it,” his voice was barely a whisper as he raised an arm behind his head and looked sheepishly at Marinette.

“Yeah it’s no problem Adrien.” I’m sorry that I had to steal it from you, but I could not have that thing falling into the wrong hands. The more Marinette thought about it, the more she questioned if her decision to make a collection based on the miraculous’ and their chosens was smart or not. Too late now. Besides, Tikki would have told me if there was an issue with it, right?

“Thanks. I owe you one.” He smiled, “Well, I’m going to go wait in the hall for dad and Nathalie. I’ll see you when we come back in. Don’t be nervous Mari. I’m sure dad will be impressed.”

“Thanks Adrien!” Marinette smiled and waved as he walked away before sighing and cleaning up her station so it would be presentable. With Adrien now gone from the work room, the other interns began talking and walking around the room to check out everyone else’s work. Marinette decided to join them.

Everyone’s clothes turned out amazing! Most of the designers had decided to go down the formal route so there were a plethora of gowns and even a few suits. Marinette was the only one to not have a single dress or actual day or evening look. They’re all being so quiet about my pajamas. Oh no. I wonder if I really messed up this whole thing. M. Agreste had given them free reign of his fabric stores and told them to create a six piece collection that was entirely unique to them. I just wanted to stand out, but now I wish I could blend in with the shadows and hide forever.

“Attention interns.” Gabriel Agreste’s voice boomed from the door as he walked in. “I will be calling each of you into the room to the left of this one in order to privately view and discuss your collections. Nathalie will call your names in order of station so please be prepared to roll your rack into the office so that no one has to wait on you.” The door closed and everyone released their held breath at the same time.

“Johns, Pierre.” Nathalie called out, her voice as cold as ever but Marinette had seen her interact with Adrien enough times in the past to see past her hardened exterior. She loved Adrien as if he was her own. She even loved Gabriel, as much as anyone could after he had shut down with his wife’s disappearance.

Marinette was the third to last station so she sat on her bar stool to wait. Fidgeting enough that Tikki decided to pinch her leg before retreating back into her backpack again.

“Dupain-Cheng, Marinette.”

“Yes!” Marinette was already walking towards the door before her name was called, rack rolling in front of her. Breath. You can do this. She opened the door and put a bright smile on her face. “Hello Monsieur Agreste. I am Marinette Dupein-Cheng and this is my collection.”

Gabriel Agreste stood from his chair and walked over to her rack where he began pulling hangers off and putting them back on again quietly. Marinette snuck a look over at Adrien who gave her two thumbs up and a goofy smile before Gabriel cleared his throat.

“Tell me a little but more about each piece please Mademoiselle Dupein-Cheng.”

“Of course. The collection is a based on Paris’ own superheroes Chat Noir and Ladybug as you can see here with these two pieces.” She held up the t-shirt/short combo that made up Chat’s inspired piece and went into detail about each section before grabbing the ladybug inspired nightgown. “This is a strappy nightgown that comes with a matching full sleeved robe. The deep red has a blue undertone in the evening, but under the early morning light it appears yellow which allows the fabric to compliment everyone’s skin tone.” She paused as Gabriel nodded.

“And the other pieces? Certainly they were inspired by more than the two heroes.”

“Yes sir. I began thinking about what would happen if the world had more superheroes so I picked a few different animals as the starting point for my inspiration. This one is based upon a queen bee.” Marinette held up the tank top/ short combination pajamas as well as the matching kimono and explained them. They were actually her favorite pieces as the golden silk fabric reflected light so prettily and the pajamas were super light-weight. “Each piece of this ensemble can be worn during the day as separates so that the consumer gets the most use out of each piece.”

Next was her fox lounge pant and bralette set. Alya had claimed that this was her favorite and begged Marinette to make her her own after the decision was made. “These are made of dyed bamboo fiber so that they are breathable during every season. And this,” she said as she grabbed the next royal blue piece “is versatile as well. Based on a peacock, it can be worn as a short chemise with gathered side details or,” she unsnapped the buckles that held the extra fabric up “it can be worn down as a full night gown which features a floor length train of colorful fabric.”

Gabriel Agreste’s face was unchanging as she replaced her peacock garment back on the rack and grabbed the last one.

“This one is based off of a sea turtle.” She continued talking about the small details of the buttons and trims before putting the fitted emerald and olive pants and long sleeved button up top back.

“I see. Thank you for your time Mlle. Dupein-Cheng. Though at this point in time I do not believe that you would make a good fit for the Agreste team.”

“Thank you very much M. Agreste.” Marinette bowed before grabbing her rack and sliding it back out the door so that the next intern could come in.

“Mlle Dupein-Cheng!” Marinette stopped as Gabriel called out. Turning around he gave her the smallest of smiles before it disappeared. “I think that you would instead be a great addition to the Agreste creative department. Nathalie will show you where to place your belongings for tomorrow morning. That will be all.”

“Of course.” Marinette smiled, but refrained from jumping up and down as she wanted to. “I appreciate this opportunity and I won’t let you down!” She slid her rack out the door and headed back to her old station to pack up with Nathalie finished calling the last intern.

“Alya it was so amazing! I thought I was going to faint after he told me that.” Marinette laughed and rolled over on her bed, switching her phone to the other ear as she talked to her best friend.

“Girl, you need to believe in yourself more! For real though, can I have that fox pj set? I need it in my life like yesterday.”

“Of course you can Alya. I’ll bring it over tomorrow after my first day on the creative team and we can do dinner since Nino is out of town for the party.”

“You’re a lifesaver. I hate eating alone. I’m not used to everything being quiet when he’s gone.”

“He’ll be back in two days. I think you’ll survive without him,” Marinette’s laughter was drowned out by Alya’s ranting about how she is an independent woman who doesn’t need a man around her at all times.

“You shouldn’t even be talking Mari!”

“What?”

“Like you wouldn’t die without seeing, talking to, or being near a certain hottie blond.”

“Alya, stop. I told you. Adrien and I are just friends. That’s all we have been for the past three years and that’s all we’re ever going to be.”

“Don’t tell me you have actually given up?” Alya paused before launching into another rant.

“It’s not that I don’t think I’m good enough for him Alya. It’s just that… I don’t really know. I’m happy we’re friends and that he has opened up more recently.”

“But?”

“But I think that I just had a crush on him. I was no better than his other fangirls. I still don’t really know him and honestly he doesn’t really know me. We would have a lot to talk about before we could ever actually be a couple or even think about becoming one.”

“Oh girl. How long have you been thinking about this?” Alya’s voice was soft as if afraid Marinette would break into tears at any moment.

“I’m not sure really. It’s just been something that has been on my mind more and more recently.”

“AHHHH!” Alya suddenly screamed causing Marinette to throw her phone across the room.

“Alya! You can’t do that! You’re lucky I didn’t crack my screen like last time.”

“Okay sorry not sorry girl but you are so crushing on someone else. Who is he? You know I need the…”

“I am not crushing on someone. Can’t I just decide to be friends with Adrien without there being an ulterior motive behind it?”

“Sure, sure. Of course you can Marinette.”

“That sounded so sarcastic that I can’t even pretend it was real.”

“You know I’ll find out who he is, right?”

“Well good luck because there is no one for you to find. Ahhh!” Marinette yelled, jumping up in the air as a shadow darted into her room.

“You cannot yell at me for screaming when you go and do the same thing Marinette Dupain-Cheng!”

“Alya, I gotta go. Sorry, papa is calling for me. Talk soon. Bye!”

“Marine…” Marinette clicked the phone off and threw it across her bed as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Hello Princess.”

“You have got to stop doing that chaton.”

#miraculous ladybug #ficupdate #I See You Kitty #adrein agreste #marinette dupein cheng #Gabriel agreste #I wrote more than I thought #getting to the good stuff #pajamas are my life #can you tell I used to want to be a fashion designer but don't actually know what I'm ddoing #chat noir #tikki #miraculous themes jammies are the best #damn I want the queen bee ones #enjoy #I cannot figure out how to change tumblr's formatting so that my spaces don't take up so much space #sos

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Ignis x Reader Fic: Next to You Part 10

My readers are masochists xDDD I love you guys. Because you guys have been so patient with me, in one go it is! All 4,390 words of it!

As all good things have to come to an end, the next chapter will be the last. As I’ve said in a previous post, I’m debating whether or not to make a one-shot on post-Altissia followed with the 10 years of darkness.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 11 (NSFW)

“Is (Y/N) awake yet?” Prompto asked while trying to suppress an escaping yawn in failure and stretched his arms up to the morning sky. “She’s out cold,” Ignis sighed and lightly shook his head. “Like the dead.” Noct muttered out something incoherent and rubbed his closed right eye. “Why can she sleep in and I can’t?” Gladio glanced at the whining prince, crossed his arms and pointed out, “’Cuz you’re not the one who ran around killin’ stuff for five days straight. We should take her with us before she does somethin’ stupid, like raid a Niflheim base by herself,” he suggested. “A valid point, Gladio,” the adviser agreed.

Ignis ducked into the tent and picked (Y/N)’s limp form up bridal style. Her head lulled onto the small crook of his neck and felt her breath tickle his clavicle. Packing up the rest of their camping equipment back into the car, the five headed back to Lestallum. (Y/N) was sandwiched between Gladio and Noct in the backseat. As the adviser made a sharp turn, her head gently landed on the tattooed man’s right bicep. She grumbled with lightly knitted brows and made herself comfortable on her now human pillow.

He looked down at her and smirked.

“She’s worse than Noct.” “Hey, I’m up, aren’t I?” the dark haired prince snapped and glowered at his friend. “Yeah, after poking and prodding you for 15 minutes straight,” Prompto chimed in and took a photo of (Y/N). “And I’m sure her new abilities are taxing on her,” Ignis added. “To have three at her disposal...” “What do you mean?” Noct asked. “From what little I managed to read up on her family years ago, her weapons are called Reliquiaes; a (Y L/N) is capable of having a maximum of two; a soul weapon and/or a complimentary. The soul weapon allows them to eliminate targets without a shred of evidence, making them the perfect assassins; the complimentary enhances something they’re already well versed with or to support someone who only has a soul weapon.” “So let’s see, she has her own, ‘Spirited Away,’… Her brother’s Silentium Ferro blades...” Prompto listed off. “And her other brother’s eyes,” Gladio finished. “So she has two complimentaries and one soul weapon?” Noct questioned. “Does this mean she can still create her own weapon to balance it out?” “Your guess is as good as mine,” Ignis replied as they drove through Old Lestallum. “But I worry her body won’t be able to handle it.” “Right. Because she repressed her awakening for so long...” the prince trailed off. “I’m sure that weakened her a bit.” “But she did it to save Iggy’s life,” Prompto noted. “At the cost of her own...” the driver trailed off and tightly gripped the steering wheel from frustration. “Why didn’t she tell me sooner?” “She probably didn’t want you to worry,” the muscular man gauged. He sighed aloud. “Keeping up with this guessing game will do us no good until (Y/N) wakes up.”

The party arrived at Lestallum short after and parked the car.

“So… what are we gonna do now? She’s still out cold,” Noct stated and placed his hands on his hips. “Do we know where she’s staying?” Gladio included. “Let’s head back to The Leville first,” Ignis instructed. “We’ll figure out the next step from there.” “It’s rare you don’t have a full plan hashed out like you usually do,” Prompto pointed out. “She’s quite good at being a monkey wrench,” the spectacled adviser stated. “It’s almost a talent, if you ask me. Got her into loads of trouble at school.” “What for?” the prince asked. “Mouthing off at the teachers, especially in Lucian history. (Y/N) would go off on all these tangents about how the Kings and Queens could’ve done things differently with strategic theories if they didn’t lack so much conviction to properly rule the kingdom; she then went on to criticize the teacher’s teaching ability and earned herself a 2-day suspension.” “She really cuts right to the chase,” Prompto blurted out with a light chuckle, all too aware of this habit of hers.

Ignis opened the back car door and slung (Y/N) onto his back to carry her, with Noct helping him position her.

“When you’re an adviser in-training, you don’t mince words and question every motive.” Arriving back at the hotel, Ignis brought (Y/N) upstairs to their room with Gladio’s help and placed her down on his bed. He removed the top layer of her fatigues so she’d be able to sleep more comfortably in her tank top instead. The dusky haired man stood back up and arched his back, feeling and hearing his spine crack aloud.

“She’s a lot heavier than I last remembered...” the spectacled adviser casually remarked with a grunt and stretched his arms over his head. “Don’t let her hear that,” the rugged guard advised with a smirk. The air in the room turned moderately serious. “Hey, Iggy… ‘Bout what I said at camp last night–” “It’s fine,” he quickly interjected. “It was a wake-up call I needed.” “So did she tell you? How she felt n’ all?”

Ignis remained silent and sat at the edge of the bed, looked at her and sighed.

“She did.” “But you turned her down,” he assumed. “The adviser cannot put his life before the crown for his own needs,” Ignis recited from memory. “I get what you’re sayin’, but there’s some things you can’t let pass by.” “I guess… we’ll just have to see.”

Leaving her in the room to rest, Gladio and Ignis rejoined Noct and Prompto in the lobby to plan out their next step. The King’s Shield, being reluctant to leave Iris on her own, decided to escort her to Cape Caem. However, taking her along in the Regalia meant they had to leave (Y/N) behind. And since Ignis wanted a little time with her, they decided to stay in town for a few extra days to gather funds and supplies before setting out on the road again.

The lone rogue eventually roused back into the world of the living in a daze. She craned her head up and lazily looked around to see she was alone in an unfamiliar room. Scattered sunlight filtered through the shuttered windows. The couch at the far end had a set of neatly folded blanket with a pillow on top. She rubbed her face to rid her of grogginess and let out a long sigh while motioning to sit up on the bed. The room door then slowly opened.

“You’re finally up,” Ignis greeted and closed it behind him softly. “Where… am I?” (Y/N) croaked out and swallowed hard down her parched throat. “At The Leville.” “How long was I out?” she moaned out and ran a heavy hand through her hair and sighed again. Her sleep-ridden eyes followed him to the far end of the room. “Little past two days.”

He drew the wooden shades back to get some sunlight in, making her shield her eyes with her hands and groaned aloud.

“Two days? Jeez...”

He poured her a glass of water; she downed it with reckless abandonment when he handed it over. Satiating her thirst, (Y/N) took another deep inhale and shuffled around to push the covers off of herself with what strength she had. He immediately walked over to help her up. Her leg muscles felt like lead and every bone in her body ached.

“How are you feeling?” “Like a friggin’ Catoplebas’ head rammed into me for some truffles,” she grunted and placed a strong, steady hand on Ignis’ shoulder for support as she sat up at the edge of the bed. Her body hunched over. “I think I overdid it this time.” “I’d say so… Having three Reliquiae at your disposal and all.” “Ah...” (Y/N) briefly paused. “So you know.” She let out a dry chuckle and looked down at her flexing toes to get some blood flow going. “Of course you do.” “Have you tried using them all at once?” “I’d probably die if I did.” “Would you still be able to create your own weapon if you’re using your brother’s?” “… I don’t think so.”

Her eyes wandered over to her boots, where her daggers could be found sheathed.

“I’m too attached to those,” she said fondly. Ignis’ gaze followed hers and recognized the weapons from the hilt alone.

“I haven’t seen those since--” “Our training days,” she finished with a small smile. “I have to do maintenance on them.” “So you’ve been using Azrael’s weapons instead.” “Sparingly. His blades take too much outta me.” She took another deep breath and sighed to wake herself up some more, her body still feeling cumbersome. “You should rest,” Ignis suggested with a tone of concern and placed his hand at the small of her back. She then turned her head to face him. “Dude, I was out for two whole days,” she stated. “How much longer do I need?” “Until you feel like you’ve recovered.” “I’ll be fine...” she waved him off and gently closed her eyes, huffing a light breath, feeling a bit of her energy recovered. “What time is it now?” “Around eleven in the morning.”

(Y/N) released an audibly annoyed scoff at herself and lazily got up to gather her belongings. As weighty and in pain she’s in, she couldn’t afford to slack off. There were people waiting for her.

“Where are you going?” “Home.” “Home?” “I got a place here.” “You did?” “Technically, yes...” she sheepishly replied and laced up her left boot. Slowly standing up, she gave herself a nice, long and steady stretch with her arms up, feeling her heavy sleep-ridden muscles elongate with the motion. (Y/N) then grabbed her upper layer of fatigues laying on a chair and threw it on. “I’ll explain. C’mon.”

She made her way to the door with the adviser following not too far behind. She went down the stairs step by step and held onto the staircase railing tightly, not trusting the strength of her legs and was greeted by everyone else in the lobby.

“Hey! Look who came back from the dead!” Prompto happily greeted and was replied with a nod. “Your eyes...” Noct pointed out. “They’re still orange.”

It was then she realized she wasn’t wearing her blindfold anymore. She turned to Ignis and saw him pull it out from his trouser pocket and handed it to her.

“Is there no way you can change them back to normal?” he asked with worry. “I’m sure there is; I just haven’t figured it out yet.”

She pocketed the blindfold and opted for the hood over her face instead.

“And you can see without your glasses?” asked Gladio. “I’d say that’s the only good thing comin’ out of all this crap,” she responded. “Chronos’ eyesight was like an eagle’s and that transferred over too.”

(Y/N) headed out of the hotel and gestured them all to come along. After walking down several winding side streets in the sweltering city, they reached a small cul de sac two blocks from the main road. The locals cheerily greeted her and the party.

“Rosa!” a woman called from behind, startling Ignis with a jump of his shoulders. “You’re back!” “Sorry I took so long,” she turned and apologized. “I got the stuff you needed.” “I did send you out pretty far… I thought you’d been killed when I didn’t hear back.” “Ah, my phone died. Couldn’t get to a camper to recharge.”

She reached into her bag and handed the lady a handful of herbs and some cuts of meat in an airtight sealed plastic film. She thanked (Y/N) and made her way down the opposite end of the street. Ignis pulled her aside and asked under his breath, “… You used your codename?” “A variation,” she corrected. “It’s common enough for no one to question.” “True, but it’s risky.” “Ig, my parents are the Niff’s hostages and my brothers are dead,” she reiterated as a matter of factly. “They have no leverage on me.” “And you don’t consider me as leverage?” She gave him a small smile and patted him between his upper chest and shoulder.

“You’re a big boy; you can handle yourself. And you have back-up.”

And there it was again; her ability to keep him at arms’ reach with those simple words. He sighed and let her go back to the group.

“So… Rosa?” Gladio enquired with an interested eyebrow, suddenly remembering her brand. “I took my own advice with a moniker after the little stunt you pulled back in Crown City.”

(Y/N) walked on ahead and they found themselves in front of a small hair salon. She reached into her pocket for the key, unlocked the door to the left side of the store and invited them in. Walking up a dark and narrow flight of stairs, she opened the second door to a small, brightly lit and lived in alcove studio apartment. Like her apartment back in Crown City, it was scarcely decorated.

“Make yourselves at home.”

Feeling the layers of grime caked onto her skin and clothes, she unlaced her boots and made a beeline for the bathroom, followed with the sound of running water. The boys entered her sitting area; it looked like a tornado whipped through with the mess of stacked books and papers scattered about the floor, couch and coffee table.

“She’s… been busy,” Noctis noted. “She’s been researching,” Ignis remarked and picked a random page up with scribbled notes of wildlife and rare plants in the local area. “Some of this stuff’ll be useful,” Gladio added and eyed a topographic map of the Leide and Cleigne areas with more scribbled notes to the side of it. “And looks like her night time excavations were fruitful too.”

The tattooed man picked up a handmade bestiary index of daemons with information on their strengths and weaknesses and thumbed through it with interest. Having his curiosity get the best of him alongside his affinity for tech stuff, Prompto gathered some paper into a neat pile and placed it aside to sit down. He then woke (Y/N)’s laptop from idle mode and saw an interesting piece of information on it.

“Oh Gods… guys, look,” he called in a hushed voice. The three made their way over behind the blond boy and their eyes widened; she somehow managed to get the detailed blueprints to all of Niflheim forts in a 3D wireframe render.

“What’s that stuff scrolling in window on the left there?” Noct asked and pointed to the window on the screen. “I dunno… It’s some kinda code.” “It’s a virus I wrote to shut down the bases’ intruder alert and to deactivate any annoying patrolling MTs,” (Y/N)’s voice replied. “Their security firewalls have proven to be tricky, so I’ve been trying to backdoor it.”

The four whipped their heads up to see her fully refreshed wearing a tank top showing her midriff with black pants similar to Noctis’. The scarring edges from her brand peeked out from underneath with a damp hair towel hung around her neck. Her abnormal colored eyes seemed to have been disguised with a pair of colored contacts.

“And that’s part of your plan to take down their forts?” Gladio asked as she casually walked over to the group. “What’d you think I’d do, run in with my blades and take out the whole fort head-on? That’s suicide.” “Er, that’s what we kinda did...” he nervously blurted out and rubbed the back of his head. “Because someone got careless and we had no choice but to do so,” Ignis snipped and looked in Noct’s direction. “Hey, at least we managed to blow it up,” the prince fought back. “By the skin of our teeth…” the adviser sighed. “What’s important is you all made it out alive,” (Y/N) stated with a finalized tone to end the discussion and placed her hands on her hips. “Just… don’t be so gung-ho next time and try to listen to Ig, yeah? He’s your adviser and only has the best intentions, Prince Noctis. Though he can talk too much…” she trailed off and placed a hand to her chin. “See?! That’s my point!” the dark-haired boy exclaimed and threw his hands up in the air. “If you kept your strategies explanations short, we would’ve followed it better!” “What part of ‘attack’ and ‘hide when necessary’ did you not understand?” “I think the part where you hid those keywords inside your elaborations, Ig,” she commented with a half-amused smirk and crossed her arms.

The three boys let out an audible enough snicker to earn them a stern glare from Ignis and exasperatingly sighed. “I will work on this,” he conceded and decided to change the topic. “(Y/N)… Is it alright for you to be wearing...” his voice tapered off and lightly cleared his throat. “What, this?” She looked down at her top and back up at him. “It’s what the locals wear. Gotta blend in, right?” “I understand that, but… I mean your...” He looked down and discreetly pointed to the left side of his ribcage. “I usually wear something on top to hide it,” she assured and put her now damp hair towel on the back of her wooden dining chair. “Not exactly a badge of honor I can openly show.” “So how did you get this place?” he asked. “As you saw from before, I do favors for the neighbors here by foraging food items they can’t get at the market. And I help out downstairs whenever foraging gigs are slow.” “The hair salon?” Prompto asked. “Nice cover, don’tcha think?” she boasted with a smirk. “If you’re using it as a front for illegal activities, sure,” Gladio joked and paused. “You’re not in… illegal activities, right?” (Y/N) gave him an innocent shrug of the shoulders with a small, devious smile.  “Wouldn’t your family have a safe house for you to use instead?” Noct asked. “It’s safe to assume they have all the information on our hide-outs and previous aliases thanks to my parents.” “So you’re a fugitive,” Prompto guessed. “Thanks to that burn notice, pretty much. Guess all that resourceful training’s finally come handy, eh Ig?” “Hiding in plain sight. I’d say that’s beyond resourceful; it’s risky, but tactical,” he commended. She gave him a small smile and noticed how long their hair’s gotten. (Y/N) then grabbed a clean t-shirt hanging on the other dining chair and threw it on.

“Life on the road’s been tough on you all. You could use a touch up,” she pointed to her damp locks. “Can’t have the prince and his bunch of merry men looking like a ragged hot mess in Altissia.” “We don’t look that bad!” Prompto huffed out. “Even a chocobo’s butt ruffle looks more groomed than what you got goin’ on.” “HEY!” the freckled blond boy angrily shouted over the roaring laughter from Noct and Gladio; Ignis held his in through snickers and shaking shoulders. (Y/N) made her way to the door and proceeded to go downstairs.

“You waitin’ for the grass to grow? Come on!”

Filing back down the stairs, (Y/N) unlocked the entrance to the salon and let them all in. It was a small 3-seater with a classic black-and-white checkered tile floor. Behind the barber seats laid a broken-in leather couch from years of usage. The lights flickered on from the switch by the door, revealing the teal colored painted walls.

“So, who wants to go first?” she asked and the three collectively pointed to Ignis, to which the man merely stammered wordlessly. “It’s not that we don’t trust you with our ‘do...” Prompto hesitantly began. “It totally is,” Noct immediately stated. “But have you even… cut hair before?” the freckled boy finished. “I’m pretty handy with a trimmer. Owner herself taught me.”

She firmly propped her hand over the hair-washing sink with a small smile, waiting for her first “client.” Both Prompto and Noct gave Ignis a steady push with their hands from behind as he turned with an irate expression and tried not to click his tongue.

“C’mon Ig. Not the first time I cut your hair...” “I was hoping that’d be the last...” he said under his breath and reluctantly sat down in the seat, remembering the hack job she gave him back in junior high as a school assignment. He removed his glasses and placed it in his shirt pocket as she tucked a dry towel at the base of his neck and draped a hair smock over him.

“Head back.”

She took out a hot, steamed towel and placed it at the base of his neck for extra cushioning and for him to relax. After testing the warmth of the water from the shower head, she ran it over Ignis’ hair with care. Shutting off the faucet, she then pumped a handful of shampoo to gently massage and lather in. Rinsing out the suds, she gave his hair a firm wring, rubbed some conditioner in before removing the heated towel from his neck and placed it atop his forehead. As if by magic, (Y/N) managed to find the stressed muscles around the base of his skull and temples; Ignis haplessly let a small, relaxed moan escape his lips.

“You guys need to be alone?” Gladio joked aloud from the couch. “Oh, Tiny, trust me: you’ll turn into putty when your turn comes.”

She then gently patted his forehead with the now cooled down cloth before rinsing out the leave-in conditioner and wrung the excess water out a second time.

“Wakey wakey, Ig,” she spoke softly and squeezed his upper arm. He flicked his eyes open in a daze. “My apologies. Must’ve dozed off.”

He held the hair towel firmly around his head and made his way over to the barber seat on the far right. (Y/N) dried him off and massaged his shoulder before getting to work on his hair. “Holy Titan. They’re tougher than the rocks by Coernix Bypass,” she grunted aloud, working on one of the stubborn knots by his shoulder blade. Ignis sucked in a breath and released one of relief, trying his best to not let another moan slip. “You do this with every one?” the prince off-handedly commented. “Special service for the Crownsguard and his majesty only,” she replied with a smirk through the mirrored wall. “They have it tough enough out there protecting you. They need a load off. Ah… There it is.”

Her hand danced over to a specific point on the right side of his shoulder and placed firm pressure on it with her knuckles; he let out a stifled and quiet groan of pleasure, feeling the apples of his cheeks get warm. The guys couldn’t help but snicker again.

“It’s rare to see specs react like this,” said a very amused Noct with a lopsided grin. “Man, I wish this had video recording functions,” the blond boy lamented and looked at his camera. “But I’ll settle for pictures.”

After the quick massage, she got down to business in trimming Ignis’ hair.

“So (Y/N), what ‘bout your job with Ultima?” Gladio enquired. “Doubt you’d wanna cut hair the rest of your life.” “Until the whole team can settle down n’ set up shop, everything’s on hold, including our paychecks,” she replied while brushing a part of his hair with a comb and delicately trimmed it with a pair of scissors. “I’m guessin’ we won’t be expectin’ any patch updates anytime soon then,” Prompto dejectedly guessed. “Sorry. Surviving takes precedent here.”

After twenty minutes, Mr. Scientia felt and looked like a brand new man; she even styled his hair the way he liked it.

“Well?” she asked and held a mirror in her hand so he could see the back of his head. “You’ve improved,” he praised and patted down the lower half of his hair as she playfully rolled her eyes and dusted him off with a barber’s brush from residual hair scraps.

With Ignis’ verbal seal of approval, the rest of the boys were more comfortable and given the same treatment, massages and all. Gladio felt like he was seconds away from pinning (Y/N) down to ravage her in front of them with the way she worked the tightness of his back muscles and hissed out profanities like they were having rough sex. Prompto basked in every second with the most content grin. Even Noct, the squirmiest of the group, was totally unwound. After a bit over an hour, the four splayed out on the seats and sofa completely at ease from the troubles of the world.

“(Y/N)...” Prompto drolled out almost in a slurring manner. “Where did you learn to do that?” “Pressure points and reflexology knowledge come in handy with things other than paralyzing a target, y’know,” she smugly replied and wiped her hands off with a towel. “Marry me...” he proposed, only to be met with a light chuckle. “Tell me that when you’re lucid, dude.”

There was something about the atmosphere in this city that made them completely let loose, despite Niflheim invading. (Y/N) took the time to clean up the scraps of cut hair and threw the used towels into the laundry bin. Feeling rejuvenated and relaxed, they five made their way out to one of the many restaurants around for dinner. While waiting for their food to arrive, they talked over some beer.

“So what brings you to Lestallum anyway?” she asked. “I thought you were gonna ferry over to Altissia from Galdin Quay.” “The boats conveniently stopped running when we got there,” Ignis bitterly replied. “Noct then received a call from Iris after Crown City fell and decided to rendezvous here.” “We’ll be hittin’ the road tomorrow n’ taking her with us,” Gladio added. “Jared told Talcott King Regis has a safe house n’ a boat stashed out in Cape Caem before he...”

The burly man trailed off and looked down at the table, trying his best to hide the pain of losing the trusted family butler. “Jared was a very strong and kind man… He didn’t deserve that. I’m very sorry.” “Were you here when it happened?” Gladio asked in a low, serious voice. She shook her head. “I was on a foraging trip and only heard ‘bout it when I got back. It wasn’t fair… And just another reason to exact revenge.” “We blew up one of their bases,” Noct replied, almost in a bragging way. “I heard that too.”  Ignis immediately cut in and realized something.

“The photo requests of the bases From Vyv… You’re his anonymous tipster.” She looked at him with a small smile, replied with a “Maybe” and shrugged her shoulders. “But were you really gonna raid it yourself?” Prompto asked. “Yes.” “Still a stupid idea,” Gladio remarked and crossed his arms. “You dunno what they’re capable of.” “I know they have exactly four MA-Veles guarding a yet to be functional frequency jammer with a MA-X Cuirass. The shifts of the soldiers change every 20 minutes with a crap ton of Swordsmans, snipers and Shock Troopers stationed at almost all the corners of Fortmouth Garrison.” “You saw this just by surveying that one day?” Ignis asked with a tone of surprise. “Do you really think my ‘foraging’ trips are just as they are?” “Look, we’re not gonna try stoppin’ you...” the guard began. “So don’t.” Noticing the growing irritation on his face, Ignis decided to interject and play the intermediary. “What Gladio’s trying to say is weigh out your options and risks before acting, even if you’ve come up with a plan. Consider the feelings of those who’ve grown to care for you here if something were to happen. How would you repay their kindness if you’re dead?”

(Y/N) exhaled a long breath through her nose and sat back in the plastic chair with crossed arms, mildly squeezing her eyes closed.

“I hate you all.” “Whatever for?” “Implanting a conscience and moral compass in me,” she flatly answered. “You’re making it hard to be dark and broody.” “That’s what we’re here for!” Prompto beamed with a toothy smile. “Argh, the light...” (Y/N) deadpanned and mockingly shielded her face from him.

Their food order finally came through and feasted over Spicy Skewers, Offal Stew, and Bird-Broth Rice with Curry. With their stomachs full, they all leisurely strolled around town to take in the night life. Gladio nudged Noct’s arm and gestured with his head at Ignis’ direction with (Y/N). The crown prince took the hint.

“I’m gonna head back to the hotel,” he announced. “I’m sleepy.” “N’ I wanna get in a few rounds of ‘King’s Knight’ before I turn in,” Prompto added. “I’ll join ‘em,” Gladio offered. “Sure you two got stuff to catch up on.” “Well, that wasn’t subtle,” (Y/N) commented and watched the three brothers trek off into the night. “It was never their forte.”

The two softly laughed and went off in the other direction at a slow, casual pace. They saw several of the EXTERNIS workers grab a late dinner and drinks after their shift.

As they walked on, (Y/N) mentally reminded herself this will be the last time she’ll see Ignis before going dark. Keeping her distance would be the best for his safety and perhaps, the way to forget him.

But could she really do it?

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