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my-watch-begins · 4 years

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Peeping Sam II.

Pairing: Rafe Adler x Reader.

Warnings: swearing, gun play, mentions of violence.

Words: 3921

Part I. // Uncharted Masterlist.

Rafe keeps his hand over your knee as both of your legs rest on top of his thigh. Sitting comfortably on the leather couch of the living room, a maid makes several trips back and forth bringing breakfast options that included fruits in just about every color, toast, avocado, scrambled eggs, croissants, about twenty types of tea and the best coffee money could buy.

Rafe always had coffees but his breakfast options varied here and there, you stuck to tea and always had toast and avocado.

"What about those meetings I told you to handle yesterday?" He asks, stabbing a piece of green apple with a fork and leading it to his mouth.

"Handled, Johnson and Prescott wanted to hold off on the investment of the new production plant" you could already see Rafe's eyes roll in annoyance.

"Market research says it's perfect time to start production"

"I know, I told them if they wanted to stop the investment, you had the right to request 45% of the initial investment capital, as per contract" you answered smugly.

"But that's not in the contract" he replied in a questioning tone.

"I know, by the time those idiots lawyer up and skim the contract to prove me wrong production will have started and profit margins will prove you right"

You turn to give him a winning smile as you lean over to the fruit tray, feeling Rafe's hand on your thigh, teasing upwards and in between your legs.

"That's a smart move"

"I learned from the best didn't I?" You tease giving him a side glance, noticing that he's giving you one of those rare looks of adoration, looking at you through his lashes and a small but genuine smile peaks from his lips.

Before you leave the fruit tray alone and can move to straddle him, he perks up in his seat and smiles.

"Samuel" he called, his hand beckoning for him to come closer. You turn around, finding the one he was talking with, he looked around the room dodging your inspecting eyes "please, join us" he motioned at the couch adjacent to his.

Sam sat down and cleared his throat, his eyes finally meeting yours, you gave him a polite smile.

"I don't think I've properly introduced you to my fiancée" he presented, your hand lifts up over the table, Sam quickly draws his and shakes it gently "(Y/N) darling, Samuel Drake" he introduced to you "I thought your days of seeing woman naked without knowing their name were behind you Sam" he says, his head lowering as he spoke.

"He did not see me naked" you interrupted.

"I was there, he did" Rafe fought back.

"He was looking up" you excused with a shake of your head, not believing that the fight you'd had yesterday was still continuing.

After you'd made your way out of the pool and joined Rafe, he scolded you for swimming naked knowing that there were people in the house, you'd refuted that argument by telling him he didn't seem to bother to have you grind over him in the plane at the sight of the flight attendants. He was not happy with that answer, so by some weird logic he decided to fuck your brains out, you absolutely did not complain.

Sam didn't wanted to be caught up in the middle of a fight, so he quickly shook his head and spoke.

"Don't worry Rafe, she's not my type"

He took more offense by that comment than you, so he frowned and tilted his head to the side.

"And what's that? Beautiful?"

"Taken" he swiftly rebounded. You chuckle lowly, and gave him a praising twist of your eyebrows as your hands lead the steaming cup of tea to your lips.

"Oh" he gasped surprised, then chuckled "well, I thought you two should meet anyway since she's the one you'll be answering to if we don't find the treasure soon"

Sam's eyes rested on your face, seeing you pull an annoyed twist of your lips as you glanced at Rafe.

"Not a fan of pirates (name)?" Sam asked, leaning over the table to grab a toast.

"I mean, the only experience I have with pirates is riding the Pirates of the Caribbean ride in Disneyland" you dismiss "though I like that one better, that one hasn't made me reprogram my wedding five times"

Rafe pronounced your name in a warning tone, making you clasp your tongue and roll your eyes, pulling your legs from his lap and turning on the couch until you almost give him your back completely.

"In any case, Rafe is the one who likes history out of the two of us" you pat his thigh loudly enough for Sam to hear on the other side of the table "I like to focus on the other side of the timeline, the future is always more promising"

"Well, opposites attract I guess" Sam said with a little smile.

Rafe led his hand on your thigh, you turn your head to his.

"Sam and I are leaving today, we'll be back in a few hours" he mentioned looking at Sam, when he finished he turned his head to you and gave you a quick smile.

"Sure love" you answer shortly, then mirrored his smile with a little disdain, you certainly didn't like to keep the happy couple façade after touchy subjects like how much fucking time he'd wasted on that stupid treasure.

You stood up shortly after that, heading to the office space upstairs. You had assumed he was gone a few minutes after, so you wandered around in the state, landing on the wing where you knew Sam had made his office. He had books lying around, peppers scribbled, glasses and bottles, but the corner of a laptop peaking from under a stack of papers caught you eye.

You pushed them off and opened the laptop, the screen lights up asking for a password. You frown and place your hand on your hips, pushing your tongue behind your teeth on your palate. A quick trip back and forth later, you take the computer and tilt it to the side, plugging a flashdrive to the side. The screen glitches, overriding the password requirement and showing the desktop.

If Rafe was the history savvy, you were the technology one. If there were things to worry about that had been developped in the last twenty years, he didn't care how the thing got it done as long as it worked.

You spent a few minutes digging through his search history, expecting to find a bunch of Google searches for porn, instead there are a few searches about Avery. After going back and forth on the search history, one of them catches your eye.

There was an auction to be held in the next two months, the lot numbers had already been posted, and a few pages of useless junk later, you found the one that Sam was looking for. A wooden cross.

You were sure Rafe would spill a bunch of knowledge about the year or was made, what it was made of, to you it was just a cross.

You snap a photo of the screen with your phone. There were a lot of searches about wooden crosses after that, and you knew this one was important because Rafe had one he'd gotten from some jail in Panama, at least that's what he'd said when he showed it to you.

You deleted the searches you'd made, closed the laptop and covered it back up. There was still no sign of Rafe or Sam at the state by the time you were finished, so you headed to your own computer and pulled files from the Adler collection until you found the cross Rafe had, cocking your eyebrow in interest as you noticed that the one Rafe had was actually broken at the bottom. The one that was going for auction seemed to be intact.

You sat at the desk, rubbing your fingers on your earing as you thought. Sam had found this new cross months ago, had he brought it up already to Rafe and he hadn't tell you? Did Rafe knew about it at all? Because if he did, he certainly would be excited about the finding, he would be excited to tell you.

The state was so silent you heard the front door shut, so you stood up and walked along a few hallways until you reached the main living room, seeing just Sam walk around and heading towards the opposite hallway.

"Sam" you called, he turned around quickly, his hand stopping halfway his path towards his neck. "You came back alone?" You ask. Sam's hand finds his neck and rubs it as he sighs.

"Yeah, Rafe was meeting with some woman at the church, so he suggested we continue later, he staid back"

"I see" you say with a quick nod. He gives you a quick smile as he turns around, disappearing in the hall.

Not even two hours later, without sign of Rafe still, you walk to the gym in your workout clothes intending to rub the treadmill for a warm-up, quickly amusing yourself when you see Sam bare chested and laying back on a bench doing presses.

You grip your phone and walk to him, he's busy listening to music on his own phone so he doesn't listen to your step approaching, and he certainly doesn't see you until you've thrown your leg over his lap and sat just over his crotch. He's so caught of guard he can't push the weights up so he lets them fall, the safety bars at the side catching them with a metal thud.

You smiled wickedly and leaned your forearms on the bar that sits barely an inch above his chest.

"I'm sorry to interrupt" you dismiss quietly with a move of your hand. He tugs the earbuds out to listen, a mix of surprise, worry and something more coloring his face "But- I just wanted to know... How did things go at the church? Found anything?"

"Um-" he stutters, his eyes running back and forth between yours. You see several beads of sweat forming in his face, though you didn't know if it was you or the workout. "No, sadly. But Rafe staid back to talk to someone who's going to dig around the site much quicker than just the two of us"

"That sounds lovely" you say mindlessly, as if that was going to be your reaction no matter his answer, squinting your eyes as you smirk "though, I think it would be better if we just told Rafe about the cross that's going for auction at the Rossi state yeah?"

You lived for the moments when color drained from people's faces, when their pupils dilated, when their mouth fell agape at the pretended surprise as they thought quickly how to collect themselves.

"I-I don't-" he stammered, you leaned your face down, your chin coming to your hands still pressed to the bar as your hips pulled back on his crotch, quickly noticing that Samuel Drake was not a "brief" kind of guy.

"You wouldn't take me for an idiot" you whisper "would you Samuel?"

"No, absolutely not" he replied immediately, shaking his head profusely side to side.

"Good" you smile, then lean back, teasingly grinding your hips before you stand up, giving him a quick smile. "Nice catching up with you".

Sam struggles to lift the bar back up to their hooks, but as soon as he's free he jumps to his feet and exits the gym, heads quickly to his room and jumps clothed into the shower. He lets the cold water cascade over him for a few minutes before he takes off his clothes. He still feels like his body is tensed up, his arms hurt by the sudden lost of power and how they had come to such an uncomfortable position while being held down under you. By the time he finishes his shower there's still a light layer of cold sweat on his body and he feels like he needs one too many cigarettes to calm down.

It was just his luck to run into Rafe and Nadine just as they cross the entrance on his way to the patio.

"Sam" Rafe salutes "you look like you've seen a ghost" Sam assumes he looks pale and wide eyes still, quick on his feet he takes this opportunity to tell Rafe about the cross, making him believe it was that why he was so shaken up, because of the huge lead it supposed.

Rafe bough it up, and Sam listens to the quick strategies him and Nadine throw around to get it, but his mind is somewhere else.

He has to get the fuck out of the state.

It's only a matter of time before you out Rafe against him and he didn't just got out of jail to end up dead by the hand of a literal couple of psychos.

Rafe pins the conversation with Nadine for later after he sees that their methods are not exactly aligned on how to get the cross, before he sets our to find you and maybe take you out for dinner, he makes a few calls to known contacts to ask about the auction, and he's promised he'll be put on the guest list if he so desires.

Rafe finds you in the closet of the bedroom, just dressed with a tank-top and a thong, rubbing cream on your legs in circular motions.

"You're back" you say when you see him in the reflection of the mirror "you've been gone all day"

"Remember Nadine Ross?" He walks a few steps into the closet and sits down with a tired sigh on a large ottoman.

"Yeah, the one from the private militia"

"I met her today and had to show her around the cathedral, she has the manpower to scout the place faster"

Rafe gets lost at the sight of your hands rubbing your legs up and down, switching from one to the other shortly after he stops talking.

"Sam found something though" he continues as he blinks, seeing that you've stopped to glance at him "you know... A while back he said Avery was recruiting other pirates, and the cross that we found was broken, so something must've been inside of it. He found another cross"

You just lift your eyebrow curiously as a smile peaks from the corner on your mouth.

"And this cross, where is it?"

"It's going up for auction in a few months, we're brainstorming on how to get it"

"Just buy it" you say with an obvious tone, leaving the cream bottle on one of the open shelves, walking a few steps along it you find your pajama bottoms and slip them on, hearing Rafe let out a chuckle behind you. You turn around with a frown as you finish fasting the pants at your waist.

"You're a god-damned tease, did you know that?"

You tilt your head to the side and lift your shoulder to your cheek, smiling innocently.

He doesn't smile back, instead he ducks his gaze down to his hands, then crossed his arms at his chest.

"If we end up at the auction, you're not coming with me" he sanctions, making you straighten in your spot at tighten your lips "you're a distraction, and I can't have that"

You chuckle humorlessly, then cross your own arms at your chest.

"And who-"

"It's not decided if we are even going to the auction, but if we are it'll be Sam and I"

Another chuckle escapes you as your hands shot up in the air and drop down to smack your thighs, you turn around to leave the closet.

"He's the most obvious choice, as soon as we get the cross we can get to work on finding out the next clue"

You just shake your head and give him a swat of your hand.

"Yeah, sure" You walk to the vanity in the corner of the room and grab your jewelry. You see Rafe leaving the closet through the mirror.

"And how are you going to be better help than him?"

Your mouth falls agape, you turn on your seat to give him an angry look.

"By being loyal to your for one"

Rafe rolls his eyes as he jars his hands on his waist.

"Sam is as loyal to me as you are, I got him out of jail"

You shrugged your shoulder, standing up and walking to the bedside table,you retrieve your phone and tap the screen as he looks back with an inpatient frown, you walk to him and press the phone to his chest.

"And if he's so loyal to you why did he tell you about the cross two months after he found it?"

He frowns just a little, grabbing the phone that's pressed to his chest, then inspects the photo as you walk around him and out of the bedroom.

Rafe inspects the photo, the dates, the searches, and he absolutely refuses to believe that they're real.

How fucking dare he?

He grips the phone and takes one angry breath.

You walked out of the bedroom and into one of the large hallways and towards the kitchen to instruct the cook to make something for dinner.

You heart jumps to your throat when you're pushed to the wall of the hallway, a set of hands push against your mouth as your body is squished between the wall and the hard muscles of the assailant's chest, you eyes lift up to find Sam's brown ones in a twist of rage.

Your blood goes from boiling of rage to freezing when you see his other hand lift a gun and press it to your cheekbone just above his rough hand on your mouth, gripping you with force.

"I do not trust that if I take my hand off of your mouth you won't scream for that nutcase you call a boyfriend, so here's what we're going to do" his tone is low, menacingly enhanced by a raspiness of the back of his throat.

You can smell blood already, and the barrel of the gun is pushing so hard on your skin you swear you can smell the gunpowder emanating from it.

You can't think, your brain has suddenly short-circuited by the sudden thought thag if his finger moves barely half an inch, a bullet will pierce through your cheek, skin, bone, tissue, muscle, bone again, and exit through the back of your head. The worst part is; you're sure it wouldn't even kill you instantly, it would take a few seconds of agonizing pain until you die.

All of these thoughts have made you suddenly start shedding tears that land on the barrel of the gun and the back of Sam's hand, and just then you notice that he's talking to you, his hot breath colliding with the streaks your tears have left down your cheeks.

"The combination to the garage door" you heard him repeat, but it feels like you're underwater, the pressure on your ears is so much they've started ringing.

Why isn't Rafe coming out of the fucking room already?!

You shake your head, but he grabs your face with his hand and pushes you further back on the wall making you whine in pain and let out a muffled sob.

"Don't tell me that you don't know it, I know you know everything about the state" he pushes the barrel of the gun. up and into your eye socket.

A door opens on the end of the hallway and Sam looks to the side, he lowers the hand with the gun still clutched and grabs you by the arm, you're numb, your muscles are so tense he has to pull you by the arm and drag you to the end of the hall, quickly into another one you recognize as the one that leads to the garage door.

In the second it takes you to realize that you're free and call scream for help, you're pulled forward and onto another wall, your hands mitigating the crash against the wall, the cold end of the barrel pushes against your neck making your skin crawl up in goosebumps.

"Enter the code" Sam grunts, you look down and then at your shaking hands. One of them slowly lifts up to press the buttons one by one. The door next to you makes a click and you're about to sink to the ground, your legs unable to keep you up by the sheer fear of having a gun pointed at you, but Sam doesn't let you. He grabs you by the arm again and opens the door, giving the hall behind you a quick look to check that you're not being followed just yet.

He drags you to a jeep and seats you in the passenger seat.

"I don't know what you think you're doing but kidnapping me is really not a good idea" you manage to let out between shallow breaths.

"You're just leverage, don't think you're so special" he pushes a button inside the car to open the garage, the cold wind suddenly hitting your bare arms and feet. The car screeches against the pavement as he sets the car on reverse and quickly exits the garage.

The drive is quiet, you've started to relax your muscles enough to breath normally, giving Sam a few side glances as he drives.

"We're far enough, you can let me go now" you try to persuade, instantly knowing that's not a good idea, it's freezing outside, you're barefoot, only dressed with a pair of pants and a tank-top, you're already shivering at the gushes of wind that sneak through the cracks between the metal and the fabric tarps of the Jeep.

"Not until we're at the airport, and I know I'm going to get away with this"

"With this you are" he gave you a quick look "but Rafe is still going after you and that stupid cross"

"He can try" he said with a confident shrug "but if he has it, he would still need me to decipher the clues"

"Don't think you're so special" you bark his own words back at him "you're just some common thief with an unhealthy obsession".

"So is your boyfriend".

"With the difference some pirate treasure it's not the only thing he has going for himself, you can't really say that, can you?"

Sam slams on the break and swerves to the side of the road, then grips the handgun that he'd left in his lap.

"Earings" he says, you frown, he tilts the handgun to the side quickly "your earings, take them off"

Your hands undo the clasps of the earings one by one, he motions at the dashboard, you leave the pair laying on top of it.

You are startled when Sam leans towards you, he opens the door and pushes you out of it, your feet landing below you and into the snowbank that's laying on the side of the road. Your hands come up to hug yourself, seeing the Jeep pull up to the road again and speed away.

You begin to shiver violently, your feet dragging from the snow and up to the pavement, you look to one side, then another. With a sigh that leaves your mouth intermittently, you start to walk back to the state.

#rafe adler #uncharted 4 #sam drake #samuel drake #reader insert

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estherroberts · 7 years

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and nothing ever does begin like nothing ever ends

chapter one: war

fandom: ars paradoxica, his dark materials

words: 1508

rating: T

characters: anthony partridge, penny wise, patty fitzroy, chet whickman

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series masterpost

October 15, 1941

“fuck.” anthony looks down at his work, looks up at astoria. “jesus jumping jacks on a jester, fuck, astoria, look at this!”

the quail hops her way over to peer down at the lines and lines of equations that cover anthony’s desk. “holy ballsack.”

“my sentiments exactly.”

“that’s the entire continent right there, isn’t it.”

“if— if the german electorate got nippon to attack hispania nova, everyone has to jump in. that’s what an alliance means.”

“fucking shit on a pancake. the LAST war started because everyone had to be so honorable and now look, so much for learning from history.”

anthony sighs. he’s tempted to crumple up all his work and throw it into the trash with the might of a thousand suns. he knows new denmark doesn’t want to be involved in another european war, he knows no one will listen to anything he says when the continentalist mentality runs so strong here. “we gotta tell someone.”

“no. we can’t. we can’t we can’t we can’t, anthony, we’ll get fired, we’ll, we’ll be the boy who cried wolf, the laughing stock of the town. we can’t say it. what if it’s wrong? what if we’re wrong?” she flutters her wings and hops around the desk.

“it’s. not.”

astoria stops moving and looks back at anthony. “i know. that’s why it’s so scary.”

he picks her up and brings her to his chest, kissing her head. “the magisterium has been getting away with some truly horrible things over in europe. if they’re gonna bring the war to us, we should be prepared for it. and we should make sure the other countries are too.”

“it shouldn’t be just us, though.”

“i know. but we figured it out. so we have to tell the world. or at least one guy in a position of power and influence.”

“fine.”

December 8, 1941

“an attack on our allies is an attack on us! an attack. on our allies. is an attack. on us. when the nippons dive bombed san diego, they dive bombed an entire continental allyship. citizens of this nation, the entire republic of texas, we are at war, alongside our sister nations, because we cannot let hispania nova face the terrors of battle alone."

penny finishes cleaning the counter and glances over at the radio. her only customers are two older men, one with a greyhound daemon and one with a goose. they are debating the radio broadcast, and she's listening intently, though she busies herself with rolling silverware into napkin bundles.

"well, he's not wrong, we did swear we'd go to war for any of the continental countries."

"it's just, our president wouldn't bring us into this war if we couldn't profit from it, y’know? so i'm trying to figure out what's in it for us." the one with the hound leans forward in his seat, his daemon perking up her ears.

"hispania nova gets men, money, and weapons. we get zilch. then, when the war's over, they owe us a shitton.”

"yeah but the other countries are jumpin’ in, they're gonna be a helluva lot of debt after this."

"the only reason they can fight back is because they have the might of four other nations to back them the fuck up—“ the one with the goose daemon turns to penny. "apologies."

she waves them off, but brings her bucket of silverware to the back of the restaurant. “dax?”

fiodaxion, her black and blue butterfly daemon, flicks one of his antenna on her ear. “penny?”

“wanna join the army?”

he laughs nervously, almost like he can’t tell if she’s joking.

“seriously.” she unloads the rolled silverware into a larger basket filled with more of the same. “all the fighting, all the glory…”

“we can’t,” dax sighs and flicks his tongue out at her.

“why, cuz i’m a girl? how backwards of you.”

“i mean… do you think they would really let us? and what about the pay?”

“probably not as good as restaurant tips. plus they might throw me in a bomb factory, and i just can’t see myself doing well there.”

“right.” he flutters around the room and pushes to the limits of their range to check on their customers. “need anything boys?”

“nope!”

“no, thank you!”

dax flies back and gives penny what she knows to be his disappointed look. “i bet miles jones is going to enlist.”

“ugh. fuck that guy.” penny bounces up and down on her toes and reaches out her finger for her daemon to land on. “i guess we can see what war effort stuff we can do from home?”

“i guess.”

“and if they open the draft to girls?”

“then we can join.”

September 20, 1941

patty, decked out in faux fur, gold jewelry, and long manicured nails, dunks a calamari into the sauce in front of her. while she’s chewing, she looks over to her daemon and addresses them. “so yesterday i was out with some of the girls, and they introduced this new lady, right? and she was asking about you and so i said, 'they’re at home, no big deal,' and she was like, 'what, do you have more than one daemon? and how are you so far away?'” she pops another piece into her mouth and continues, “and i was like, ‘well, i’m not a witch or anything but we have a really big range,’ of course, cuz you know we were at the cafe just next door, and she was like, ‘ohh, well i guess that makes sense, what does he look like?’ and i rolled my eyes, and i was like, ‘maria’s a fucking underwater volcanic tube worm! they don’t have a fucking gender! what the fuck is wrong with you?’ and she was, of course, really upset because how could she know that people have plant daemons and fuck me backwards, but god, you’re not even a plant, right?”

I DON’T KNOW IF I’M A PLANT. I THINK MOST BODILY FUNCTIONS OF A TUBE WORM ARE CONTROLLED BY BACTERIA. ANYWAY, SHE SOUNDS LIKE A BITCH.

“i’m bringing you with me next time.” she narrows her eyes at the gigantic heated tank. “even if it is a pain in the ass.”

ARE YOU CALLING ME A PAIN IN THE ASS?

“oh, never, darling, i wouldn’t dream of it. just transporting you is tricky, and people get a little freaked out when you,” she taps her head, “y’know, talk.”

OH, FOR FUCK’S SAKE, PATTY.

she glances at the clock on the wall and flicks on the radio. “time to tune into to whatever fresh hell the magisterium is responsible for today.”

I DON’T REALLY WANT TO LISTEN TODAY. WHAT IF ANOTHER COUNTRY GOT INVADED?

“it’s life, maria. it’s our job to know what they’re doing over there. and maybe figure out someway to help.” patty kicks her feet onto the table and finishes the last of her calamari. “ooh! maybe we could find a husband and get into some secret government shit!”

YOU REALLY THINK IT’S THAT EASY? a thousand bubbles rapidly fly to the top of the tank. HOW DO YOU KNOW YOU’LL MARRY SOMEONE WHO WORKS FOR THE GOVERNMENT? OR THAT HIS JOB WILL BE SECRET? HOW DO YOU COME UP WITH THIS SHIT?

she shrugs. “i have a couple of avenues to explore.”

WERE YOU READING GEORGE FITZROY'S MAIL AGAIN?

“maybe.”

October 28, 1943

“and until that day, we stand guard. we are determined that their plan for world conquest shall stop, here and now. we are determined that they shall never again use peaceful industries for warlike purposes. we are determined that the vicious magisterium cycle of: war, phony peace, war, phony peace, war, phony peace, shall once and for all time, come to an end. that is your job in the war against the german electorate.”

as the projector clicks off, chet turns to arethusa and rolls his eyes. “i think i’d rather sit in an anbaric chair than hear the phrase ‘phony peace’ again.”

“hey now. you signed up to defend this country.” the german shepard gets up, walks in a circle, and settles again at his feet. “least you could do is sit through a good ole fashioned motivational picture show.”

“they need better writers.”

anderson, on the bench next to him, nods and chuckles. “it’s really not us they need to worry about. we’re already here to fight.”

“fight— or swab the deck another thirty-two times.”

chet’s fellow sailor nods again and gets up, his seagull daemon stretching her wings. “speaking of which…”

“see ya.”

arethusa rests her head on chet’s knee. “don’t be so negative. project rainbow starts tomorrow.”

“ah yes, the mysterious project of which no one on the ship is allowed to know anything about and in which we must all take part.”

she tilts her head from side to side and he sighs.

“i’m kidding, thuse, i’m really looking forward to it. i’m hoping we can find out a little bit more about it.

“me too.”

#ars paradoxica #his dark materials #ars hdm crossover

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