terrible things i have beheld with mine own two human eyeballs today
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Fake dating kiss, Draq' and Luminara.
(Might’ve gone off in the direction of another of the kiss prompts, but close.)
The Great Corellian Fakeout
Luminara Unduli, a newly minted knight of the Jedi Order, stares at the tall human standing in front of the Grindalid. The first thing she notices about the human is that he is extremely tall—maybe even taller than Master Qui-Gon Jinn, or even taller than her slightly older companion Shaak Ti, even with her montrals added in.
The second thing is his piercing blue eyes.
“Come on, Tantros. You know me,” he says in a mix of Corellian, Outer Rim, and some undefined, but educated accent. “I’ve never steered you wrong.”
“Yes, Dragon. You have. It’s what I get for trusting a cop—even one that seems to be more bureaucrat, with no actual powers of arrest on Corellia,” Tantros says. He motions to the larger Grindalids behind him. They move towards the man called the Dragon, drawing several examples of the blaster weapons that Blastech has foisted on the universe.
As they seize the human, Luminara curses in at least three of her languages. The fourth, she hasn’t mastered because she can’t quite reach the register of the trills in Togruti.
Her mind races, trying to come up with something that might keep the human—even one who might not be so innocent—from being cut apart. She sheds her robe and tunic, leaving only with the undertunic and skirt—an undertunic that leaves her arms bare. After a moment, she lifts the head covering as well, asking for forgiveness from the deities of her world. She takes a deep breath and moves towards the tableau.
“There you are, dear,” she says in as light of a voice as is possible. “I thought that you had abandoned me on our tour. I was hoping that we might be able to see something other than this dismal swamp. No offense,” she hastily adds to her ‘hosts’.
The expression on the human’s face could be termed classic, if the situation wasn’t so dire. He manages to keep his eyes from popping from his head and paints a warm smile on his craggy features.
She manages to leap into his arms—more importantly, he manages not to drop her. She is conscious of the smell of whisky and burlwood soap, tinged with a hint of cigar smoke. She shakes her head at that thought, wondering what the hell had brought that on in the mind of a trained Jedi knight.
She is conscious of him squeezing her tightly, but also conscious of him moving her out of the line of fire from the two thugs.
“I’m sorry, lovey,” he says, “I thought you had dumped me when you spent so much time in that clothing store.”
She can sense confusion from the assembled criminals.
Tantros stares at her through his mask. Even not knowing his species very well, she can tell that he is skeptical.
“Are you trying to tell me, Dragon, that you were sightseeing? That you weren’t trying to set me up for CorSec?”
“Yep,” he replies. “I’m just a respectable businessman now. Have been for a few years.”
There is a sound like laughter from the Grindalid’s voicebox. “You haven’t been respectable since you came out of the egg, Bel Iblis,” he snorts.
Luminara files the name for future use—especially if that future use might get them out of this with their skins intact.
Tantros focuses on her. “Perhaps you might demonstrate who you say you are, my dear. I’m sure your ‘lovey’ might enjoy a kiss.”
She stares at him, then looks up at Bel Iblis, who stares back at her. She takes a deep breath. His eyes are sympathetic. She nods slightly, then moves her face up to his, standing only slightly on tiptoe.
Luminara feels her breathing grow rapid in anticipation. Her lips touch his, then break apart for a millisecond. She feels him smile against her as they move together again. She realizes that it feels like they are both breathing for each other. She remembers the ‘experimentation’ with various fellow padawans of her age group, of their frantic, adolescent grapplings and wagging tongues—each trying to apparently gain the advantage over whose tongue would triumph.
There is none of that as they gently explore each others lips, their tongues working in tandem. Idly, she wonders if the teenaged Obi-Wan Kenobi, Quinlan Vos, or Bultar Swan would consent to lessons from Bel Iblis.
It’s amazing what an extra twenty years’ or so experience will do, she thinks.
Luminara manages to keep her feet when they break apart. Her eyes widen at the twinkle in Bel Iblis’s eyes.
“I guess you are at least together,” Tantros says. “I don’t think even Bel Iblis could fake that.”
She reaches up and touches his cheek. “There was never any doubt, was there, Bel?” she asks. His eyes widen as she feels the temperature of the room drop.
“You don’t even know his first name?” Tantros shouts. “Blast them!”
Luminara holds out her hand and opens it. Two of the thugs smash against the wall, just as her lightsaber leaps from the folds of her skirt. The green blade intersects with two sets of blaster bolts; bolts that are sent back to their owners. She slices another hand with a blaster, sending both objects flying.
Bel Iblis snatches one of the items out of the air—fortunately not the still twitching one and does for the three remaining thugs. Both of them hold their weapons on Tantros, who finally raises his arms.
Behind her, Luminara hears shouting and pounding feet, the voices giving the standard entreaties of cops the universe over. She looks at Bel Iblis and raises an eyebrow. “Lovey?”
“First thing I could think of,” comes the dry reply. “Wasn’t expecting to be hit on by a Jedi.” His eyes narrowed. “My name’s Draq’, by the way,” he says.
She lifts one corner of her mouth upwards as she sheathes her saber. “Haven’t criminals ever heard of pet names?” she asks.
He rolls his eyes as he hands the blaster to one of the CorSec officers. “Don’t ever call me that, again, Jedi—?”
“Unduli,” she replies.
“Do you have a first name?” he asks.
“Jedi.”
“Doesn’t quite have a ring to it. I think I’ll call you Luminara,” he says with a smirk.
She raises her eyebrow, then narrows her eyes.
“Some of us actually read intelligence reports, my dear. Although I thought they were sending some of those geriatrics from the Green Jedi,” he says, naming the sect only found on Corellia.
“Well, they actually sent a green Jedi,” she replies with a straight face. “More olive-yellow, I guess.”
His shaggy eyebrows climb into his hairline. Their laughter rises together. “Didn’t know that Jedi were masters of the ‘dad’ joke,” he says. He offers him her arm. “So tell me, Jedi. How do you like your nerf-steak cooked?”
“I like it remaining on the nerf, thank you.”
He doesn’t miss a beat. “How do you like your hull-mushrooms?”
“Very tender.”
As they walk out of the room, she has a vision of being the first Jedi to sign up for one of Draq’ Bel Iblis’s classes.
She wonders if Quin or Obi-Wan would appreciate her diligence. Bultar actually didn’t need a class.
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A Call to the Light - Chapter 3 (Kylo RenxOC)
Warnings: Language, Flashbacks, Nightmares, Feels, Angst, Arguing, Rough handling, Kylo’s a dick
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Chapter 3
Cora’s P.O.V
Ben’s voice woke me from my sleep with a start. If it had been his normal voice then I would have woken up normally but talking to me through my mind was like ten times more personal.
Cora are you awake?
I am now nerf herder.
Sorry.
Its ok, can’t sleep?
No.
I sat up and rubbed my eyes. The other padawans were asleep. I carefully removed the sheet that covered me and got to my feet, the sound of my bare feet on cold stone tiles. I shivered a little, due to it being winter which made the tiles even colder.
Ben got out of his own sheets and we left our bedroom. Padawans only had a few sheets and a single pillow to sleep with. It didn’t bother me as much as it bothered some of the others. There had been worse things to happen in the night. Like the time Master Luke had gotten us all out bed pretending there was an attack when actually it was just another lesson. A few candles were lit here and there throughout the temple so we could see where we were going. We found the balcony, closing the door behind us.
I rested my elbows on the balcony rail, my chin resting between my hands as I scanned the landscape. The planet was truly beautiful at night. The sky even more so. A blank canvas with stars scattered here and there. A lot of the time when neither of us could sleep we would come out here and star gaze. Ben pointed to a star off in the distance, which was larger than the others. That’s when something cold hit my nose. Snow. And it was falling fast and heavy too.
It didn’t take long for the balcony rail to be covered in a thick layer of snow. I shivered, wrapping my arms around myself in an attempt to get warmer. Ben told me to wait where I was and left the balcony. He returned a few moments later with my shoes and our bedsheets. We sat down, wrapping the sheets around ourselves and continuing to watch the snow fall.
“Good thing we get the day off tomorrow if the snow isn’t gone by morning,” I spoke.
“Snowball fight?”
“Definitely.”
I dipped my finger in the snow, drawing a circle before grabbing a handful and dumping it on Ben’s lap.
“What was that for?” He said, wiping the snow away before it had time to melt.
“You dump grass on me all the time.”
Ben got to his feet, gathering a handful of snow and throwing it at me. I dodged just in time, getting up. He hand another snowball ready. I put one of my hands behind my back using the force to make my own. We threw and dodged at the same time before rushing to gather more snow. Good thing we had tomorrow off, Master Luke made sure we had two days off a week so we all had chance to be children. At least that’s what he said. We could spend the days however we wished, we could either continue our studies or hang out with the other Padawans. I knew the old ways didn’t offer the chance of a childhood, it was Jedi training day in and day out.
I awoke and rubbed my eyes before getting out of bed and taking a shower. I wrapped the towel around myself and opened the wardrobe in my room. Hmmm First Order uniform or a bunch of conveniently placed dresses? I think I’ll stick with my Jedi robes. Thankfully I had washed them last night in the sink so they wouldn’t smell bad. I tied my wet black hair up in a simple bun and pressed my ear to the door. Ben was talking to my guard. I remember her name to be Chaise I think. Their footsteps began to get quieter and quieter. I opened the door and peered down the hallway. Empty.
I closed my door behind me and walked quickly to Ben’s room, closing the door once I was safely inside. The first thing I spotted was the partially destroyed Darth Vader helmet, making me take step back. I collided with the door. Of course Vader was dead but that mask was still enough to fill someone with dread when you thought of all the monstrous things he did. I got myself together, searching for my saber. Ben had simply left my saber on a corner table. It didn’t even get a stand. Rude. I took it and attached it to my belt where it belonged.
It made me feel better just to feel its weight on my hip. I went over to the data pad in his room, hoping it would give me the information I needed. I wanted the layout of the ship and possible First Order plans. I found the layout of the ship first, my finger tracing a path to the filing room. That’s where the plans should be kept. Sure they could be on a computer but at the risk of a data breach it was better to have it on paper. How often did they get a rebel on board? Just me. I left the room and followed the route I had memorized.
Of course any signs of bucket heads I would hide in the nearest supply closet. I finally reached the filing room, which was empty. Thank the maker. Ok let’s try P for plans or was that too obvious? I searched through the files, putting a few files on the floor that looked interesting. Phasma’s armour had its own file? I suppose it could do with reading. One file caught my eye and I began flipping through it, finding various blueprints of the planet. One of its primary weapons drew power from the sun, which in turn could destroy the sun itself. This weapon was used to destroy complete planets.
I heard the door open and shoved the file back in its home quickly. I ducked amongst the cabinets hearing heavy footsteps coming my way. That’s when I felt the force grab me and pin me to a wall. I couldn’t see his expression but it was obvious he was more than angry.
“Is this the real reason you wanted to come aboard? To find out what the First Order had planned? Get information on our weapons, see what they do? I’ll show you,” he snarled.
He took my saber before I had chance to defend myself. His fingers were then in my hair, dragging me out of the room. I winced at the burning pain in my scalp and attempted to struggle.
“Don’t. You’ll make things worse for yourself,” he threatened.
I let him drag me down the halls by my hair and into the hangar of the base. The biggest ship I had ever seen was sat in the hangar waiting. A navy vessel. He forced me aboard and to the bridge where there was a large viewpoint. The ship was ready for take-off. As if it had been waiting for us to board. Eventually the landscape before me was replaced with the stars and a planet. Lothal. I knew what was going to happen but nothing could prepare me for the planet's destruction, the planet that had been my home for five years. He let go of my hair and I fell to my knees helpless. I watched as a giant beam of light shot out from Starkiller Base, aimed for Lothal. The beam hit it, the planet exploding almost instantly.
I let out a small cry, tears rolling down my cheeks. I had every right to be scared now. This was not the friend I once knew. He was gone, he had been replaced by a monster. I shifted away from him. He had now destroyed two of my homes. Why had I been stupid enough to think I could get him to come home? I was just an orphan again. No home, no family. Like it had always been, like it was meant to be. He grabbed me by my arm to pull me to my feet but I shoved him away, glaring at him.
“Don’t touch me,” I hissed.
I stood up, wiping away my tears and following him out of the room. He led me to another empty bedroom. I slammed the door in his face and curled up on the bed, sobbing into the pillow.
I should never have come here. I should have forgotten about him and moved on with my life. I would have actually had a life. I should give up on him now, forget all about this mission and escape. Make an actual life for myself somewhere far away from all this mess. Maybe even abandon the Jedi way, it had done no good for me so far. And there was nothing left of us anyway. I eventually ran out of tears to shed and decided to meditate before finalizing any decisions in my head. It was just my emotions talking, there is no emotion, there is only the force.
I managed to meditate without interruption for once, I had no idea how much time had passed but I felt calmer. My head was clearer and I wasn’t jumping to stupid conclusions. I cannot give up at the first sign of trouble, only cowards do that. However that act was unforgivable. I was in deep that was for sure but I would not give up. I had to remain strong. I had to bring Leia’s son home, I had promised her I would. I got to my feet and opened the door of my room, finding Chaise leant against the wall outside. Her eyes met mine, a hint of sympathy in them.
I closed the door and leant against the wall opposite her. I could sense her nervousness. I don’t see why she would be nervous around me? It’s not like I was a killer. I was the prisoner in this situation, the weaker one.
“Why are you nervous?” I asked.
“You could use the famous Jedi mind trick on me at any time.”
“Do you consider yourself weak minded?”
“Not particularly.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about.”
I noticed a hint of a smile as she relaxed. For once a guard that didn’t insist on insults every five minutes. Perhaps we could get along. I noticed her different coloured eyes and frowned. Odd for a human…unless I was being completely ignorant. Which was most likely. Maybe it was a birth thing, some of her cells as a fetus didn’t quite mutate right, I mean that’s how some humans end up with six fingers. So it could be the same with eye colours. It would probably be insensitive to ask as well, could then cause her to become the annoying guard that insults me every five minutes.
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I found myself on my back, pinned down by the force. I couldn’t move any part of my body. I had no idea where I was but the cold metal was beginning to dig into my back. It was the same dream I had each and every night. I began to panic not wanting to go through it yet again. I tried anything to move. It was my dream, I should be able to control what happened in it. I heard his footsteps approaching, the sound of his saber crackling and humming. I jumped at the sound, closing my eyes. I told myself it was just a dream over and over as if it would offer some sort of comfort. Ben stood over me, saber in hand. Behind him stood the Knights of Ren. I attempted to break free of his control once more, I needed to be stronger. But even if I broke free of his control what would I do? Run? They would only find me and kill me. Ben raised the saber above his head before bringing it down across my neck for the killing blow.
I awoke screaming, which slowly turned to loud sobs. Nobody came in my room to offer comfort, not that I would want it from these monsters. I hugged my knees to my chest, sobbing until the tears finally stopped. I got to my feet, shaking. I had every right to be afraid now. He’d blown up a planet, who knew what he was going to do to me. I showered and changed into the same clothes as yesterday, once again cleaned in the sink the night before. I had passed on old school Jedi fear trail, I could do this. I made my bed and then sat on the floor, meditating. Depending on the force some Jedi had force visions. I was hoping for one now, it may help guide me. Unfortunately no such luck.
My door opened and Ben stood in the doorway, my saber on his belt as well as his own. I ignored him and went back to meditating. I heard him step further into the room and he crouched in front of me.
“You can’t ignore me forever. It could make your stay rather boring,” he said.
I have every right to ignore you after your actions. I heard him sigh as if I were a child being difficult.
“I know about the dream you had,” he said in a softer tone.
This got my attention. It meant he had been in my damn head. I opened my eyes, giving him my attention. I encouraged him to continue.
“That’s not going to happen. I can assure you-“
“Right now I don’t believe a word that comes out of your mouth.”
He sighed once more. I felt like punching him but I’m pretty that damn helmet would break my fist. I was done playing prisoner. He needed to know all the bullshit he had put me and his family through.
“I have every right not to believe your lies. You dragged me onto a ship and showed me the destruction of a planet I called home. If you recall I’ve never known my real home, I’ve never known my real parents. But you. You had everything. You had a home, parents and a family that loved you, would do anything for you. You knew who you were, where you came from. You destroyed both of my homes, what I considered to be family. I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you do it again. Not once have I been tempted by the dark side. I guess that says which one of us is the stronger one.”
I could sense his rage and I prepared myself for a slap or punch. I guess he wasn’t used to people putting him in his place, people telling him what a brat he was being.
“That’s what you really think?” He asked.
“It’s what I know.”
“I see. In that case the plans I had today for you have changed. You can remain here and meditate if you really think it will help.”
I glared at him as he left, taking a deep breath to calm myself. I closed my eyes once more, smiling to myself. That felt good to get that off my chest after so long. That’s when I heard shouting and the sound of a lightsaber destroying something electrical.
I decided not to investigate. Let him have a tantrum, it only further proved my point. Children that couldn’t get what they wanted threw tantrums. He would be back later, to try his luck again. And maybe, depending on my mood I would be a little nicer to him. I doubted it though. Although I was curious on what he had planned for me today, perhaps it involved some sort of sparring as he had my saber on his belt. Or maybe he was being a little smarter after yesterday’s incident. Either way I felt much better now. Maybe it would teach him a lesson.
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Thirsty rambles about Gwent cards - neutrals
aka i made all my fav neutrals so i could talk a bit about why i like them the most
Avallac'h & Avallac'h Sage - what to say here, they're just nice, standard Av has too dull colors imo, but the premium loop is nice. The Sage? damn i love this orange/yellow whirlpool, very nice, kinda autumn feels with those leaves. both lines are nice, kinda ominous, tho i feel like english has 2 different VA, the "appearances..." line one sounds soooo different from "you will see..."
Ciri Nova - why only one? because others are just f ugly. also tbh i like ciri's av taunts better than her actual voicelines
Lambert, Vesemir, Eskel - aka Silver Witchers. now, i hated old OBT trio because they were not an actual trio (but also because they're ugly so i won't make their single cards), and im very sad that this is the only trio of cards that we get in HC, and the truth is i find this image more interesting as standard card than as premium loops, there's just too much going on here, it's chaos, it's ugly, i don't what this, meh. Voiceline comes from Lambert's cards and it's the only one that actually seems to fit the mood of the scene
Triss Telekinesis - at first i wanted to do Butterflies, that was the card i used the most in my first Dagon hybrid decks (until they Gold Immunity Update it, that is), but idk Tele just looks nicer than Butts??
Gaunter O'Dimm - i remember that in OBT i tried, truly tried, to build a deck with him, but the guy was just so heavy on RNG that it made no sense... but the loop is nice and colors, and i guess i just love all HoS themed cards
Iris von Everec - the pose, the colors, flying rose petals, the voicelines, i bet this card even smells nicely
Stregobor - just for the fact that the skull he holds turns into Renfris face, just wow
Dorregaray of Vole - love how much details is on this card, all the animals and candles, and the fact that it's canon that Darregaray looks like Lifecoach
Iris’ Companions - i never ever used this card, but just looks like something from horror, nice~ also, i feel like i have to say it, i just hate english VA here, especially the Dog
Nivellen - it's just a fun little scene :'D #wish that was me
Olgierd von Everec - if i have to point put one HoS card i don't like that much, then that's the one, mostly because we can't see Olgierd's face, which is a crime if you as me. tho i like more "A moment. I need to smoke." line but i doesn't seem to work with this particular scene. also i remember what pain in the ass he was before his first nerf
Operator - for a very long time i though that it's 3rd Avalach's cards, i mean he kinda wear the same clothes and mask, like is not Avalach then who the hell is it? i just don't know... but he was good at coping nekkers back back in first swarm decks
Duda: Companion & Agitator - i never got into playing Zoltan, but damn Duda is one cute birdo, kinda sad that we couldn't meet him in Wild Hunt
Hanmarvyn’s Blue Dream - idk even what this one does, but it's one of these cards that only looks better animated
Korathi Heatwave - oh i loved the dessert effect it left on board, even tho it was a pain to play against
Phoenix - tho just now in HC i'm starting to like this card, previously it just wasn't very interesting to me
Renew - literal real life saver, the most beautiful thing to get on hand in 3rd round, absolutely blessed card, totally worth this gold 4th sloth in OBT, now in HC im not so sure, but still beautiful
Shupe - idk how Shupe works and i won't even try to understand, but cards are fun, and i love that on all of them you can see CDPR red chicken. you go Shup my beautiful troll son!
Sihil - cursed card of current meta, but not so op as people like to say, just be like old Emhyr and play no units at all, then he and Eithné won't give you a shit (or be like me and play werewolves, because they can't be targeted), anyway i love Sihil and i play it even with higher provisions [EDIT: i wrote this before hotfix, rip Sihil decks]
Villentretenmerth - there's here something so damn dramatic, too dramatic, calm you tits Borkh
Alzur’s Double–Cross - nice monster eye i love it 100/10 alzur knew good shit
Bekker’s Dark Mirror - another card that makes me every sentimental about OBT, all the swings you could pull with this~
Marching Orders - i like the shadows, also very useful in millfgaard
Scorch - idk i guess i love orange... and totally scorching my opponent
Impenetrable Fog - now here comes my boi! i love how foggy is this card, and i have so many good memories of weather Dagon, yeah yeah got nerfed like 2-3 times, but like, what's actually so bad about control monsters? stop fucking killing every new idea for this kind of decks, not everyone wants to play vore and deathwish
White Frost - i don't think it was ever used after nerfing frost in first months of OBT, and im not sure people are using it now against artifacts... but that's one good looking card
Crow’s Eye - another simple, pretty image
Caretaker - 1, idk who and why decided that this guy should be neutral, while he thematically and visually fitted so nicely with Monsters
2, if this is only about his new ability in HC then he could keep the old one and they could make new neutral cards, it's not like super hard or smt
3, im still mad that Monsters can consume from graveyard but can't actually control graveyard, especially now when with TB we got cards like Xavier Lemmens and Lippy Gudmund (yeah he's Skellige but like)
if i can't control board with Monsters then let me at least control graveyards you cowards!
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Crown of Midnight: Chapter 1-2
Fuck you.
Fuck me.
Fuck this.
Let’s do this.
Chapter 1
We open on Sardines being all assassin-y (took you long enough, you silly blond bitch) and sneaking into some nobleman’s house.
Concealed beneath a black mask and hood, she willed herself to melt into the shadows, to become nothing more than a slip of darkness.
*deep sigh*
I can’t believe I’m doing this shit again. Why do I hate myself this much?
The [servant] hadn’t noticed the wet footprints on the floorboards.
How convenient.
Lord Nirall was no older than thirty-five, and his wife, dark haired and beautiful, slept soundly in his arms.
Gotta make sure the wife is beautiful!! What else are women good for, right?
Feminism!
Sardines wonders what this man did to offend the king so. But then she doesn’t?
It wasn’t her place to ask questions. Her job was to obey. Her freedom depended on it.
If you wanted freedom so bad, why didn’t you just escape as soon as you found the secret escape route, you dumb bitch?
Her sword slid out of its sheath with barely a whine. She took a shuddering breath, bracing herself for what would come next.
I can’t believe it’s only chapter one and I already have to bust this one out, but damn:
Some assassin.
Chapter 2
Sardines is back in the castle delivering “Lord Nirall’s” severed head and some other goodies.
No one spoke as it bounced, a vulgar thudding of stiff and rotting flesh on marble. It rolled to a stop at the foot of the dais, milky eyes turned toward the ornate glass chandelier overhead.
Mmm, yes, Sarah! Sarah, I just LOOOOVE it when you get so edgy! Look how dark and mature your books are, Sarah!
The king notes that he can barely recognize him because of all the cuts and slashes on his face. I’m assuming since Jammo can’t actually write a morally grey protagonist, it’s not actually Lord Nirall and Sardines has just been finding coprses that look like her victims or some shit.
Celaena gave him a crooked smile, though her throat tightened.
Yep, ok, that’s exactly what it is.
Supposedly Sardines is supposed to be this brilliant social strategist, but as soon as somebody even slightly doubts her lies, she just flips her shit and starts getting nervous.
Some MASTER MANIPULATOR.
She extended the hand to Chaol, whose bronze eyes were distant as he took it from her and offered it to the king. The king’s lip curled, but he pried the ring off the stiff finger.
Why didn’t you just ... bring the ring. Without any hands.
Is it just to make it more gruesome, Jammo? Is that what it is? You realize it just makes it dumber, yes?
And why aren’t these chunks of rotting flesh filled with maggots? Would that just be too icky, Jammo? You can only handle Hollywood edginess? PG-13 edginess?
“What of his wife?” the king demanded, turning the ring over in his fingers again and again.
“Chained to what’s left of her husband at the bottom of the sea,” Celaena replied with a wicked grin, and removed the slender, pale hand from her sack.
Why did the king even have to ask this? Didn’t he give the order? Did he just say “uuuhhh kill the guy” and Sardines didn’t even ask what to do with the wife?
God, these people are so dumb.
The king mentions that there’s a rebellion brewing in Rifthold but he only has one name so far.
On [the paper] was a single name: Archer Finn.
It took every ounce of will and sense of self-preservation to keep her shock from showing.
1) Someone teach this bitch how to pokerface.
2) There’s just one name on the piece of paper that Chaol hands to her on the king’s order. Why couldn’t he just SAY THE GODDAMN NAME? With his mouth hole?
Whatever. Sardines recognizes Archer and mentions that he’s hot and she used to have a crush on him, so he’s probably mildly important or his death will be super tragic.
He’d been several years older, already a highly sought-after courtesan … who was in need of some training on how to protect himself from his rather jealous clients. And their husbands.
Uuh ... bonus points for male courtesans, I guess?
He’d been handsome and kind and jovial, not a traitor to the crown so dangerous that the king would want him dead.
It was absurd. Whoever was giving the king his information was a damned idiot.
Sardines, the smartest being in this world: UUUUHHH THIS DOESN’T MATCH THE THINGS I KNOW!!! EVERYBODY ELSE IS WRONG!!!
Though that’s probably true, since we all know Smaas could never handle Sardines being anything but absolute perfection.
“You know Archer? I’m not surprised.” A taunt—a challenge.
She just stared ahead, willing herself to calm, to breathe. “I used to. He’s an extraordinarily wellguarded man. I’ll need time to get past his defenses.” So carefully said, so casually phrased.
If you say so, curiously crusted book page. I mean it’s an obvious and rather clichéd attempt at making more time for herself, but I guess the king is a dumbass and SJM can’t actually write for shit, so this passes for cleverness.
It works, too. The king, who’s supposedly a shitty dictator who’s afraid of this rebellion killing him, still gives her an entire month. Yeah, that makes sense. Gotta love it when you have to nerf your villains because your hero is a fucking imbecile.
Honey, king-boy, the correct response here is: “BITCH, MY ACTUAL LIFE IS ON THE LINE, YOU HAVE TWO DAYS, GET!! ON!! IT!!”
It’s especially stupid when this is happening IN THE TOWN THEY LIVE IN. So the fact that this dumbass lie works is just pathetic, honestly.
“Then you have one month,” the king said. “And if he’s not buried by then, perhaps I shall reconsider your position, girl.”
Wow. Damn. SJM, be nicer to your heroes. We’re on the edge of our seats here. How will they possibly defeat this very intimidating villain.
“Be discreet. Your payment for Nirall is already in your chambers.”
1) Do you really have to tell your stealthy assassin to be discreet? Well, I guess since it’s Sardines, you kinda do. What a nice self-roast there, book.
2) Do you also have to tell her that her payment’s in the chambers? Hasn’t she done this a couple of times already? Shouldn’t she know this?
Smaas, why.
We switch POV to Doriass, who angsts about how edgy and evil Sardines is now and how she maybe doesn’t actually love him and manipulated him to love her!
Yeah, she’s not that smart, Doriass.
Actually, for the two months since she’d been named the King’s Champion, she’d been like this. Her lovely dresses and ornate clothes were gone, replaced by an unforgiving, close-cut black tunic and pants, her hair pulled back in a long braid that fell into the folds of that dark cloak she was always wearing. She was a beautiful wraith—and when she looked at him, it was like she didn’t even know who he was.
1) UNFORGIVING TUNIC.
2) This is the second time she’s described as a wraith in the first two chapters. Who edited this?
A gibbon.
But he couldn’t help wondering if he’d ever meant anything to Celaena at all.
Cry me a river with your manpain, Doriass.
We switch POV back to Sardines. (Well, that was utterly pointless.) She angsts bout how Chaol hasn’t been looking at her the same way ever since she started with the murder and stuff, and she meets with him in the secret passages of the castle or what-the-fuck-ever-who-gives-a-damn.
“Are you still acting like the King’s Champion, or are you back to being Celaena?” In the torchlight, his bronze eyes glittered.
This is the second time his eyes are described as bronze in this chapter.
I have a feeling that this book was created and “perfected” by a bunch of horny drunk women throwing their own shit at the walls.
We get more of Sarah’s trademark tepid banter that the fangirls probably think is super hilarious and SASSILY FEMINIST.
Chaol tells her that he’s been worried and thought she’d been murdered, so they hug it out.
He hadn’t held her since the day she’d learned she had officially won the competition, though the memory of that embrace often drifted into her thoughts. And as she held him now, the craving for it never to stop roared through her.
ROARED.
He tells her that she smells bad.
She hissed and shoved him, her face burning in earnest now. “Carrying around dead body parts for weeks isn’t exactly conducive to smelling nice! And maybe if I’d been given time for a bath instead of being ordered to report immediately to the king, I might have—” She stopped herself at the sight of his grin and smacked his shoulder. “Idiot.”
This is, like, AT LEAST 10 feminisms.
We get another scene change.
After a joyous Fleetfoot calmed down enough for Celaena to speak without being licked [...]
I’m gonna eat that fucking dog.
Sardines angst some more about Elena and about how ...
Fucking called it.
She’d given Lord Nirall the same choice she’d given Sir Carlin: die right then, or fake his own death and flee—flee far, and never use his given name again. So far, of the four men she’d been assigned to dispatch, all had chosen escape.
Apparently, this LE EPIC ASSASSIN saw that Sir Carlin was a cool dude and just couldn’t put a knife in his throat. She only killed BAD PEOPLE, remember? Which makes no sense, considering how shitty evil her mentor was. Why would he even allow that? Whatever.
God forbid we have an actual female anti-hero, right Smaas? You wouldn’t wanna imply your bitchy little twat princess is anything but a perfect beacon of morality.
Curiously, we don’t find out whether she saw the other men acting as kind and cutesy perfect as Sir Carlin. What if they were assholes? I wouldn’t enjoy Sardines playing god, but the fact that she did it before and doesn’t do it now makes no sense either.
We find out that she’s been finding corpses from sick-houses to replace the dudes for the crime scenes.
But with magic gone and those wise healers hanged or burned, people were dying in droves. Dying from stupid, once-curable illnesses.
Alright, here cometh an epic rant:
1) I can maybe buy that the king doesn’t know all of the nobles who live far away, at least not enough to recognize them by appearance. What I can’t buy is the servants not recognizing their masters. That’s just plain dumb. Even if she fucked up their faces or cut their heads off, they’r still recognize the bodies as not theirs.
2) So, do they not have non-magical healers? Did the king know that the world needed magic to survive and that they had no non-magical medicine and still went “nah, just kill them all”. We never really find out if the king truly killed magic of if it went away, so like ??? What’s the truth here?
3) If they have no non-magical healthcare, WHY THE FUCK DOES THE KING LET HER JUST BRING DEAD THINGS INTO HIS THRONE ROOM AND WHY DOES HE TOUCH THOSE DEAD THINGS. WHAT THE FUCK!!!
4) If Sardines has been stealing corpses and not actually killed any of the dudes, then her little angsty thoughts about how bad she feels about killing this man and how it’s not her job to question but to obey are nothing but misleading bullshit. It doesn’t make any sense for her to be thinking that! WHY DID SHE EVEN UNSHEATHE HER SWORD IF SHE KNEW SHE WASN’T GOING TO KILL HIM?! HE’S MENTIONED TO OPEN HIS EYES SO HE’D JUST SCREAM AND FREAK OUT AND CALL ATTENTION TO HER!!
SJM why.
Celaena fought a shudder. She was playing a very, very lethal game. And now that her targets were people in Rifthold—now that it was Archer … She’d have to find a way to play it better. Because if the king ever learned the truth, if he found out what she was doing …
He’d destroy her.
God, I fucking hope.
It’s only been two chapters and I’m already tired.
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I Don’t Want This Night To End
Characters: Dean x Reader
Summary: Each New Years Eve is magical but how much can one night change your life?
Word Count: 4470 words
Prompt: First meet, first kiss, new years resolution.
A/N: This is a collaborative fic brought to you from the laptops of @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester and @girl-next-door-writes. This is our entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Kari’s New Years Quickie Challenge. It is the first part in a mini-series and we have LOVED writing it so we appreciate any feedback and hope you enjoy.
Part 1
31st December Present Day
Sitting alone at the small formica table, his hands around the mug of luke-warm coffee, his eyes flickering to his phone which was set beside his drink. The cafe was a bustle of activity all around him with people in animated conversations, mostly about their plans for that evening but it was almost like he was sat in a bubble of silence. He had no plans for New Years Eve. He hadn’t for the past few years. Absentmindedly taking a sip of the cooling beverage his eyes checked the time on his phone once more and a frown appeared on his face making the casual observer feel he could possibly be the most heartbreakingly beautiful man to ever hold a coffee. Waving the waitress away with a sad smile as she offered a refill he ran a hand over the back of his neck as he thought about everything that had led him here.
31st December 2006
The house was an assault on the senses in every way possible. A sea of bodies filling every inch of space, the deep bass of the music vibrating through the floorboards, the overpowering smells of cheap beer and even cheaper aftershave so strong she could almost taste them. She didn’t want to be here. The lights were too low, the rooms to crowded with intoxicated people dressed in ridiculous costumes and she really wasn’t in the mood to socialise. Unfortunately her roommates didn’t agree and had insisted she join them, costume and all. Adjusting her wig she allowed Charlie to drag her further into the house, just hoping her recently ex boyfriend wasn’t lurking somewhere.
Gabriel had decided to throw a New Years Eve party which was more than okay for him. It made getting laid even more easier than before. Being friends with the host had huge perks, like knowing where everything was and not having the responsibility of hosting so you could get away with anything. Specially if it was Gabe’s party. He leaned against the makeshift bar while sipping on his beer as he scanned the crowd and his eyes landed on a girl with bright eyes who seemed like this was the last place she wanted to be at. He let his eyes travel up her legs and took another sip from the beer in his hand. “She is pretty hot,” came a voice from behind him and Dean rolled his eyes,
“Jess know you check out other women?” he asked dryly, his lips turning up in a slight smirk as the girl finally looked at him.
She felt ridiculous but as she looked around she realised hers was far from the most outlandish costume at the party. The girls were all variations on a slutty theme, there were scantily clad cats, bunnies, she was sure she had spotted some kind of owl costume which made her Wonder Woman ensemble seem conservative in comparison. She had counted at least 5 Han Solo’s and a couple of James Bonds before her eyes landed on Batman and she quirked an eyebrow. “I’m gonna grab a drink.” she hollered at Charlie who simply nodded before disappearing into the crowd. Pushing her way past several sweaty bodies she finally got to the bar and assessed her options.
Dean grinned a little as he watched the girl dressed as Wonder Woman make her towards him and he was so fucking glad he went with batman instead of Han Solo who seemed to be the popular option for the night. “I would get lost if I were you, Sam.”Dean said barely glancing at his brother who was shaking his head at him,
“Don't do anything I wouldn't,”he clapped back making Dean snort as he finally glanced back at his brother,
“That doesn't really leave me with that many options, does it, Sammy?”he said with a smirk to which Sam’s only reply was his bitch face before he slinked away just as the girl reached the bar.
“So my choices are warm beer, warm beer or some dodgy looking punch.” She muttered to herself before grabbing a bottle. She nodded to Batman before one of the many Harrison Ford wannabes leant on the bar beside her, a real shit eating grin on his face and it took all she had not to punch him. Rolling her eyes she prepared herself for the inevitable line. “No, it didn’t hurt when I fell from heaven, I don’t have a run in my tights and I am damned certain my outfit would not look good on your bedroom floor so unless you have something that is actually interesting or entertaining then I suggest you walk away you scruffy looking nerf herder.” Finally turning to look at him she raised her eyebrows challengingly as he opened and closed his mouth a few times before walking away. “That’s what I thought.” she murmured knocking back a liberal swig of the cheap beer in her hand pulling a face of disgust. “Damn this is fucking awful.”
“I’d go for the shots if I were you.”Dean said with a smirk as he watched her shoot down the rather sad attempt to get her.
She turned back to Batman, “Did you say something about shots?”
“Well, after that I think you would need something a little stronger than beer.”he said with a grin as he asked for six shots from Benny who was on the alcohol duty for the night. “Thanks man.”he said nodding at his friend before passing half shots to the girl. “Here’s to some better pickup lines?” he said with a grin as he clinked his glass with hers and downed the drink. “I am guessing you are new to this particular circuit? I haven't seen you around before.”he said just as someone jumped on his back taking him by surprise. “For fucks sake!” he groaned before the familiar voice of Charlie registered.
“I see you’ve met my friend.” Your roommate grinned down at you from her position on Batmans back and you couldn’t stop a chuckle escaping your lips as you shook your head at her.
“How do you know, like, everyone? Seriously? Everywhere we go she just knows people.”
“You are crazy you know that? I could have punched you!”he said dryly only for Charlie to grin down at him. “You sure she is your friend? I mean you don't party and well--Charlie here can barely stay in for one night.”he said with a grin which turned to a groan as the red head nudged him with her elbow rather roughly.
Picking up a shot she knock it back, enjoying the heat of the alcohol slipping down her throat. “As for your question Batboy, I’m just not a party girl type. Too many drunken idiots who think a ‘good time’ is throwing a girl some crappy chat up line designed to make her melt into a simpering puddle allowing him to grab her ass.” Picking up the second shot she knocked it back just as quick as the first. Sure, she sounded bitter but that’s what happens when you get your heart stomped on right? She couldn’t believe you had wasted two years of her life on Luke just for him to ditch her for some Sorority party girl. Well fuck him. Picking up the last of the shots she raised the glass to her companions before downing it, shaking her head as it hit its mark.
“Looks like you’re gonna have to up your game for this one.” Charlie whispered in his ear before climbing down and shooting him a wink.
Dean raised an eyebrow at Charlie questioningly as he heard the Wonder Girl go on about guys and didn't take a genius to realise that she must have had a bad experience of some sort recently. “So are you here with someone or can I try those lame pick up line on you?”he asked with a cheeky grin ignoring what Charlie had just whispered in his ear before slipping away.
“Does that ever work? Hang on, no, I know that they work but does that ever work on anyone you want for more than a few hours?” She looked at him appraisingly, his costume was good, the mask hid his face leaving just that strong jaw and those hauntingly beautiful green eyes. Rolling her eyes she figured he was probably one of those pretty boy, love ya and leave ya types and once he realised she wasn’t gonna roll over for him he would lose interest and go chasing some other girl. Catching Benny’s eye she smiled sweetly at him. “You got any vodka back there honey? A girl could die of thirst here.” she shot him a wink and smiled to herself when he scurried off to find her some.
“I doubt anyone is looking for a serious relationship at a party where everyone is too drunk to remember the night.”he said dryly as he threw back the remaining shots one after the other.
“So you one of the party monsters then? I’ve not really been part of the scene, you’re more likely to find me in the library. Hey is that Sam Winchester over there?” her face lit up with a smile when she recognised the incredibly tall boy, at last someone she actually knew. “He’s like my unofficial study buddy.” she explained seeing the curiosity in her companion's eyes. “So come on then, hit me with your best line, let’s get it over with.”
“I am not exactly a regular but I know the host and well, I wasn't dumb enough to pass up the chance to dress up in my true identity.”he said with a grin which flattered a little when she followed her gaze. “You know Sammy? Study partner? Well why hasn't he introduced us before?” Dean said his nose scrunching a little. “Do you really want the answer to that man?”asked Gabriel as he stopped after hearing the question and turned his attention to the girl in front of them. “Your humble host.”he said bowing dramatically before taking her hand and pressing a kiss to it making Dean roll his eyes. That was the moment when they heard a loud crash making them all jump and Gabriel scurrying off promising to be back soon. “Sam’s my brother.”he said at her questioning look. “My best line? Sure you can handle it?”he asked with a smirk which turned to a grin when she rolled her eyes. He crooked his fingers asking her to come closer. “Pie is my second favourite thing to eat in bed.”he whispered in her ear before pulling back and looking at her innocently but his eyes probably gave him away.
Her brow furrowed and her nose scrunched as she tried to figure out what he had just said. “Why would you be eating...oh!” The realisation hit her and she broke out into uncontrollable, genuine laughter. Nodding her head she smiled at him brightly, “I'll give you that one Batboy.”
Dean couldn't help but smirk at her as she tried to work out what he meant and when the realisation hit her, a laugh escaped his. Not the fake one but a real one with her whole body shaking and he realised he liked the sound of it. “Or I could give one to you?”he said wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, a grin on his lips.
“Double vodka and lemonade for the lady.” A smooth southern accent interrupted and she turned to Benny, taking the drink he offered.
“Thanks sugar.” Turning back to her companion she shrugged, “Best to keep the guy supplying the drinks on side. So, you’re Sam's brother? He never mentioned… Oh, you're the womanising, junk food eating, whiskey drinking slacker. Huh. Thought you'd be taller.” She took a sip of her drink, looking up at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Dean watched her take her drink from Benny who threw a wink at him once her back was to her and he grinned back. “That would be me. He forgot to add I am better looking, more fun and really really good in bed.”he said winking at her not really showing how he exactly felt. Of course he wasn't a smart ass who was in law school but he was doing pretty good himself. He had often wondered about what Sam actually thought of him and he just found out apparently. That didn't really sit well with him. He knew how his father felt but he had always thought Sam would be proud of him and that would have been enough for him. He was about to ask for a whiskey but before he could the glass was in front of him as Benny gave him a weird look and he flashed his confident smirk at him. No point in ruining everyone's new years eve.
She rolled her eyes and just like that her defenses were back up. This guy thought she was that easy huh? A bit of flattery, a joke or two to make her laugh and her panties would just drop off. She found herself feeling disappointed, part of her had hoped he was different. Taking a sip of her drink she looked out across the room, “There are plenty of girls here who would love to test that, there's a blonde over their checking you out right now. Throw her a few lines and I guarantee you won't be sleeping alone tonight.” She mused. Maybe Charlie was right, maybe she needed to get back on the horse but not this one. There was something dangerously appealing about Batman and she couldn’t afford to become infatuated with such a player. No, she needed a distraction and as she caught their host undressing her with his eyes she knew she had found one.
Dean followed her gaze as he sipped on his whiskey and shrugged. “Probably, but something tells me you need the distraction more than her.”he said with a small smile before glancing at her as he sipped on his drink. She was right, the girl was totally, his type and he probably won't have to work hard on getting laid but for some reason he couldn't take eyes off this girl.
“And you think you're the guy to distract me? Sorry to break it to you sweetheart, but if you’re looking to get laid then you're gonna have to find another target.” She winked at Gabe across the room and took a sip of her drink, avoiding looking at Batman. If she slept with him tonight then she would want more and he didn't seem the type, especially with what Sam had told her about him. No, she needed no emotional attachment and, unfortunately, she was already quite taken with the caped crusader.
“Hey, I never said I would be the guy. I just stated that you look like you need distraction. I’d be happy to help. If you ask nicely. Maybe buy me a drink.”he said with a smirk as he followed her gaze and couldn't help but scowl. Great. Fucking great. He was going to be cockblocked by Gabriel. That is all he needed in his life. Who needed enemies when there were friends like this.
“I’ll happily ‘buy’ you a drink, it’s kinda a free bar.” she chuckled as she turned her attention back to see his jaw set and she wondered why he was so tense. “Looks like you could do with a distraction too. And as long as we’re clear that you’re not getting into my panties this evening then I am happy to hang out with you. We superheroes should stick together.” she nudged his shoulder with hers before turning to lean over the makeshift bar and smiling brightly at Benny. “Could me and my Justice League colleague here get another round of shots please sugar?” She felt a hand on her ass and she froze.
“Damn baby, I just couldn’t resist. Have you been sitting on sugar because that is one sweet ass.” An unfamiliar voice hummed in her ear and she very carefully stood up, taking this jerks hand from her posterior and bent his fingers back.
“There are soooo many thing wrong with what you have just done. On NO planet is it okay to touch a girl without her permission are we clear? Now I don’t know if you’ve been paying attention to anything other than my ass but I’d like to point out my boyfriend right here, he’s Batman and I’d say there’s a damn good chance if you don’t start apologising and swear on whatever you hold dear, and I’m guessing here that would be your dick, that you will NEVER treat another girl like that again, well, he’s gonna kick your ass.” She let go of the idiot and just hoped her drinking buddy would play along.
Dean hadn't been paying attention which turned out to be a mistake as someone grabbed wonder girl but apparently she didn't need any help as she pretty much scared the guy shitless. “Babe, I think you are doing fine without me but you know just to be sure I am going to escort this gentleman, a term I am using rather loosely, out of here before he ends up grabbing someone else’s ass and then I end up making sure he never is able to attend a party again.”he said dryly as he threw his arm around the guy and tightened his arm around his neck. To anyone else it would have looked like two friends having fun. “Next time I see you anywhere near her I am gonna make sure you can't even lift a finger forget anything else. Get out.”he said pushing him out the door and kicking it close.
“Hey, missed me?”he asked sliding back on the spot he had earlier vacated with a cheeky grin on his face. “That was fucking hot. I would have sat back and enjoyed you beating him up if we weren't at a party.”
The incident had actually shaken her and although she had this tough exterior that was just a front. She was glad when he returned, feeling safer with him there knowing that he would watch her back. “And here was me thinking you would leap in to defend my honour.” Raising her eyebrows at him she tried to stop her hand from shaking as she picked up a shot and downed it.
“I would have had you needed the back up. Played the hero and swept you off your feet but you just had to play wonder woman and ruin my plans.”he said with a grin which flattered a little as he noticed her hand shaking and he scooted closer to her, their shoulders were brushing and he hoped that the little physical contact would reassure her. “Nothing would have happened. I am right here. I threw him out personally.”he said as he watched her throw back the shot after shot.
“So it’s nearly midnight.” she stated as she slammed the shot glass down on the bar and picked up another. “You got any deep and meaningful resolutions from the coming year?” raising her glass at him she knocked the tequila back and shook her head with a shudder as the alcohol hit her.
He let out a snort at her question, “You have been talking to me for like an hour. What do you think?”he asked before a laugh escaped his lips at the expression on her face. “Okay, fine. What do you think should be my new years resolution?”
Standing in front of him she moved closer, her eyes searching his as their noses almost touched. A gentle smirk appearing on her face as she leaned back. “I think your resolution should be to believe in yourself a little more. Yeah, I know you’ve got this whole ‘Look at me, I’m sexy and funny and a playboy’ thing going for you but I think that’s bull. Then again, what do I know? I’ve only just met you.” She shrugged. Maybe she just hoped he was deeper than he appeared. There was definitely something different about him but she couldn’t place it, wasn’t sure she wanted to place it. “Come on then, do me, what should mine be?”
“You think that's Bull? Well, either you are smarter than everyone I know or really really bad at Reading people.”he said his eyes searching hers wondering what made her think that. No one could really go that deep with him with how high his walls were but somehow she had managed to dig in that deep with one hour of him hitting at her. He was either really bad at his game tonight or she was way smarter than anyone he knew that included Sam because even his brother didn't know exactly what went on his brain. “Your new years resolution? Hmmm,”he hummed as he leaned closer to her, his eyes meeting her eyes for a moment as he decided to actually tell her what he thought instead of throwing out another cheeky pick up line at her. “Take more risks. The things you could actually achieve if you did. Also, you sell yourself short. Don't. You are more amazing than you seem to realise.”he said softly with a small genuine smile on his face which just widened a little as he saw a little surprise settle on her face. It was barely there for a few seconds before her mask was on but enough for him to notice.
She had been expecting another line but what he said hit a nerve. Her self esteem had taken a beating recently and she was feeling anything but amazing. Tilting her head she smiled at him. “Oh you are good. Damn, you nearly had me then. I can see why you’re so successful with the women.” She shook her head. “I assume by ‘take more risks’ you mean with you? And as for amazing, I think you know me about as well as I know you.” Her eyes met his and she felt a fluttering in her stomach.
“I meant what I said. As for taking the risk with, sure, why not? Have to start somewhere but I meant generally. If I wanted to throw a line at you I would have said your new years resolution should be me.”he said with a cheeky grin, “Yeah but I am guessing we both hit it too close to home.”
Looking out across the room again searching for any reason not avoid looking at him she cursed herself. She had been single for three weeks, there was no way she was about to fall for some smooth talking masked man on New Years Eve. Really she should make her excuses and go find someone else to talk to but she couldn’t pull herself away. “Maybe we should move away from the bar? If I stay here I’m just gonna end up far too drunk then you’re gonna have to find Charlie to carry me home.”
He nodding at her as he finished his drink before guiding her out, his hand on her lower back as the weaved through the crowd and he opened the door to the backyard where they could talk easily considering the music wasn't too loud out there even if it was a little chilly and maybe watch some fireworks when the clock struck midnight.
The cool air hit her and she shivered. Maybe this hadn’t been the best idea but as she leaned over the railing of the deck she felt herself sobering up a little. Pulling her cape around her shoulders in an attempt to fight off the cold she found herself leaning into her companion, glad of his body heat. “Would you look at that, I don’t have to yell at you anymore to be heard.” she hummed, resting her head on his shoulder. There were a few couples making out but generally there was a peaceful calm as she looked up at the sky. “You think somewhere there’s another Wonder Woman and Batman looking up at the stars right now?” her question was quiet and she didn’t really expect him to answer. There was an air of expectancy and when the music cut inside they could hear their benevolent host announcing it was very nearly midnight.
“Maybe but I am damn sure there isn’t another wonder woman who looks as hot as you do.”he said slipping his hand into hers as he found himself looking forward to spend some time with her. Not just because he wanted her in his bed but further than that. She made him curious which was a rare thing and he couldn’t help but wonder why had his brother not made a move yet considering they were study partners. He looked down at her as Gabriel started the countdown.
Ten. Nine.
She was looking back at him and even she couldn't deny that there was something between them. She may not say it with words but her eyes said it.
Eight. Seven.
He knew he wanted to kiss her. More than anyone he had ever wanted to kiss in a long time and it made feel vulnerable in a way he didn't like.
Six. Five.
She felt her heart beginning to race and her lips parted slightly as she tried to control her breathing. The way he was looking at her made her nervous and she felt herself drawn towards him.
Four. Three.
Her chest was pressed up against his and she could feel his breathing was as ragged as hers. Tilting her head slightly her eyes flitted to his lips and then back to those beautiful green eyes.
Two. One.
He licked his lips, feeling a little nervous for the first time in years as he tucked away a strand of her hair before cupping her face with one of his hands before he leaned down and slowly pressed his lips to hers in soft kiss just as the firecrackers went off behind them but he was barely paying any attention to the sky as different kind of fireworks went off the moment her lips started moving against his and he hesitantly deepened the kiss, his tongue stroking her lower lip, his grip on her hand tightening a little as her lips parted for him and he let out a soft growl wanting to just press her against the wall not wanting the night to end.
“Happy New Year, Wonder girl.”he whispered against her lips before pressing his lips against hers again.
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