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tywrites · 4 years

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reaction to s/o being flirted with | headcannons

request: can I get an imagine on how bokuto and ushijima would react if they turned a corner and suddenly saw there fem!s/o getting cornered against a wall by a random 3rd year that has been recently flirting with her. And s/o is small 152cm/5'0 please make them seperate scenarios :)

a/n: ahh i'm really trying to get the hang of characterisation rn so i'm sorry if they're a lil ooc :( but please leave me any feedback, it'd honestly be really helpful! hope you enjoy anon <3

warnings: hmm, some swearing but that's all :))

pairings: ushijima wakatoshi x fem!reader

BOKUTO

After winning a match, Bokuto's first instinct is to run to you and allow you to shower him in the praise. Especially if it had been a particularly hard match with strong opponents. He'd run to you and scoop you up into his arms, not caring about the deadpan looks he'd get from his team mates, holding you close as you told him how well he'd done. Knowing how proud of him you were just made him so incredibly happy and to see you waiting for him at the entrance to the auditorium was the thing he looked forward to most during matches.

However, on this particular day, you were nowhere to be found.

He looked high and low when the match had finished, but he just could not seem to find you. You weren't waiting by the entrance like you usually were, nor were you by the vending machines getting him a post-game snack like you would occasionally do. You also weren't answering any of his excited texts. Due to this, Bokuto simply became more and more dejected as he and the rest of his team mates walked towards the receptionists area, his emo-mode settling into place.

"Bokuto-san, she's probably just in the bathroom," Akaashi reminded him, sighing quietly to himself as Bokuto looked to him with sorrow in his eyes.

"But... but Akaashi, she always waits for me after games. She wouldn't let her BLADDER stop her! And I saw her in the crowd! So she's here somewhere, maybe she just didn't wanna see me..." he cried dramatically, allowing his arms to drag by his sides.

Rolling his eyes, Akaashi rounded the corner and stopped dead in his tracks. Immediately, he put one hand on Bokuto's shoulder to gain his attention and pointed down the hallway. There you were. In quite the predicament. Caged between a tall third year's arms, the discomfort was incredibly clear on your face, even from the distance Bokuto and Akaashi were standing. The boy was talking animatedly to you while you smiled politely up at him, though anyone would have been able to tell the smile was really forced.

Bokuto knew this boy. He'd seen him talking to you when he'd come to pick you up after classes, sliding his arm around your shoulders and getting far too close for comfort. Of course, Bokuto wasn't the type to immediately assume the worst. He trusted you and knew you wouldn't do anything to prove him otherwise. However, it was the third year he didn't trust.

The aura radiating off Bokuto switched quickly, going from downcast to fiery.

What the fuck did this dude think he was doing?

In a few quick steps, he was standing right behind the perpetrator and (more aggressively than he'd intended to) pulled him back from you by his shoulder. Frustrated at the interruption, the boy flew around to face him and was met with 6'1 of pure muscle, this clearly intimidating him quite a lot. This boy may have been tall, but compared to Bokuto, he stood no chance.

Shrinking back, the boy spoke timidly. "What do you w-"

"Y/N, I found you!" Bokuto let out a happy cry and pushed the guy aside while wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly to him as the third year watched on awkwardly. Keeping one arm around your waist, Bokuto then turned to the cowering boy. "Is this what was keeping you?" He asked you, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked him up and down.

"Uh, look man, I'm sorry. We were just talking, I swear," the boy babbled, holding up his hands in defense, not wanting to provoke Bokuto even more. Bokuto frowned at him and looked down at you for confirmation. Playing with the sleeves of your boyfriend's jersey that was wrapped around you, you avoided his gaze, not wanting to make the situation worse. Luckily for you, Akaashi decided to step in.

"I'm glad we found you, Y/N-san. Bokuto-san, let's go, we have to get to the bus," he said pointedly, taking your boyfriend's elbow and dragging him gently, but firmly, in the opposite direction. Bokuto's gaze didn't waver for a few seconds, honestly looking more comical than intimidating at this point—walking away with Akaashi pulling him, his arm wrapped around you while craning his neck to glare at the boy who'd been heavily flirting with you.

No sooner had you rounded the corner before he threw his arms around you yet again. "Y/N! I thought you were avoiding meeee," he said childishly, as he held you tightly to him. "Did you see me hit that awesome spike!!"

You giggled lightly at his antics. "I sure did! You were amazing, babe,"

Your praise made everything totally worth it.

USHIJIMA

For Ushijima, seeing you just before a match had become a routine. You'd help him stretch or simply sit in eachother's company while you did most of the talking, chatting about how excited you were for the game or about something silly you'd seen Tendou do that day. He wasn't the type to get nervous before a match, but having you there with your soft voice filling the air, set him at ease.

Which is why right now, he was beginning to get slightly worried.

Not about the match. He was incredibly confident that they'd be able to win even without your presence. But he was worried about you.

After you'd exited the bus, you'd mentioned that you needed to go to the bathroom before parting ways with the team. They'd continued onto the auditorium and hadn't really paid much attention to your absence until now. The whole team was so used to your encouraging tone and they way you'd fuss over them to make sure they had everything they need; not having you there felt strange indeed.

"Y/N-senpai sure is taking a long time..." Goshiki mentioned to Tendou as he looked around the room. "I hope nothing's happened. I want her to see me ace this match! Do you think she's okay?"

Tendou looked down at him, pondering, before turning to Ushijima and repeating the question. "Hey Wakatoshi, you worried about Y/N? She's taking a long time for just a bathroom break, dont'cha think?" he asked, tilting his head slightly while attempting to read Ushijima's current feelings.

Ushijima stayed silent; though for Tendou, the sight furrow in his forehead answered his question. Without saying a word, Ushjima rose up from his stretching position on the floor and left the room, the eyes of his team mates following him curiously.

As he wandered the halls, all the ace could think about was where you were. You were honestly one of the only things that could push the thought of volleyball out of his mind, even for just a brief moment. In the beginning of your relationship, it wasn't uncommon for Ushjima to blow off your plans to practice late or leave you waiting while going over strategies with the team. However, your patience with him and the progression in your relationship since then truly showed how much he cared for you.

Ushijima was not a very expressive man, that was for sure. He never exactly had much to say and really only spoke him mind when it was necessary. Jealousy wasn't an emotion he was accustomed to to say the least and he rarely got jealous, even when you were spending a lot of free time with a certain friend of yours. Though he was slow with social cues sometimes, Ushijima was no fool and knew when someone was flirting, and this friend of yours was certainly crossing the line with you a few weeks back.

You being one of the only people able to read him, you had understood immediately that the ace was jealous and had tried to distance yourself from this friend as politely as possible. But still, while he was looking for you, all that seemed to go through Ushijima's mind was images of you and your friend together.

And his worries were correct.

As he rounded the corner of the hallway that led to the bathrooms, Ushjima stopped in his tracks and took a second to process the situation in front of him.

He'd found you. But so had someone else. You were gingerly leaning against the wall while your friend (that seemed twice your size at this point) was cupping your face with one hand, bending down slightly to really invade into your personal zone. Ushijima honestly had never felt an emotion quite like this before. A frown on his face, he approached quickly and cleared his throat viciously once he'd gotten behind your friend.

Scoffing, the boy turned around, coming face to face with your boyfriend's intense stare. There was something in his eyes that just screamed danger—or maybe it was more accurate to say it screamed "get the fuck away from my girlfriend."

Due to the change in position, you were finally able to free yourself from in between the wall and your friend, moving to the side and awkwardly watching the staring contest that was going on between Ushijima and his fellow third year. If you didn't break this up, they'd be there forever and neither seemed to be backing down. Though you couldn't tell whether your friend was frozen in defiance or fear.

Stepping forward, you took Ushijima's arm in your hands and tugged it gently, causing him to look down at you.

"Babe, can we go? You'll miss the match," you said, trying to diffuse the situation before anything got out of hand.

At the sound of your voice and the reminder of the match, Ushijima calmed down a considerable amount. "Yes. You're right," he replied, turning his body towards you and starting to walk away. Before you turned to go around the corner, your boyfriend stopped walking and looked behind him to your friend standing alone in the middle of the corridor.

"Don't touch her again."

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jaehyunspeachparty · 4 years

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daddy jaehyun

iii.vi. the maldives pt.2 (m)

After an extensive breakfast, a few rounds in the sea and a few make outs that never led to sex, you decide to explore the island a little. You were wearing a short white summer dress, trying to intend that your husband might still sleep with you that day. Hand in hand you stroll along the beach and enjoy the togetherness for each other. "We should go to such a place with Miga and Sunoh also one time. I think they would like it." You stop and look at the turquoise sea. It was all so incredibly beautiful and warm that you wanted to stay here forever. "Yes and the twins." Jaehyun stood behind you and put your hands on your stomach. It was such an incredible time to have him alone for you. Somehow you felt like you were just a couple, without children. "Do you think it will be girls or boys?" You look up at him as he places his arms on your shoulders. Jaehyun thought for a moment, but he quickly found his answer. "Hmm, I always thought I wanted boys. But now I think more that I'm a girl-dad. So I want two girls." Jaehyun laughed and stroked your stomach. "But do you think Miga will accept two girls? She sure wants to stay Daddy's girl forever." You turn over to him and put your hands on his chest. "Miga will always be something special. Simply that she was our first baby. Through her, I learned to be a father." He smiled softly and you envy him for his lightness. You were either horny or panicked that two babies were growing in you. But Jaehyun was calm all the time and you didn't know if it made you angry or if you needed him. Slowly you walk back again and decide to spend some time with you in the bungalow. In the evening you registered for a boat trip, but it was only midday.

When you were back, you decide to change your bathing suit. You lean down to your suitcase to get something fresh out. "You drive me crazy with your perfect ass." Jaehyun suddenly stood behind you and grab it hard. You suddenly feel his middle pressed firmly against yours and it surprised you that he was already beginning to lose his composure. "The dress looks great." He said one thing, but he was already pulling the dress off your body. "But you know that I prefer your clothes on the floor," he whispered in your ear and you turn your eyes inside. His hands moved over your body, stroking your skin every inch. You moan, throw your head back and enjoy the electricity. His hands went under your bra and he starts kissing your neck at the same time. "I hope you don’t make false promises," you moan as your bra is removed. But Jaehyun ignored your statement. He picked you up and put you in bed. "I want to eat your pussy." He lay on his back and pulled you closer to him. You quickly take off your panties and look at him. "Do you want me to ride your face?" You grin and Jaehyun is already taking off his pants. His cock was half stiff and you take the opportunity to position yourself over his face. Only this time your body was over his because you had considered a little punishment for your husband that he would not fuck you. "Simply the most beautiful cunt in the world." You can feel Jaehyun rubbing wildly over your folds. But when you feel his tongue for the first time, you lower your hips and start riding his face. As always, his lips were perfect on your folds. Jaehyun could not only sing well with his mouth but also satisfy you excellently. "Oh fuck." When Jaehyun hit the right point, you could only be more vocal yourself. He played with his tongue your perfect spot, but his hands went down to himself. But you stop him in time before he can touch his cock. "No no no. You focus on me." You don't even let him speak and keep pushing your dripping pussy against his face. You start moaning loudly simply because you could also there were no children and you knew that it made Jaehyun hornier. You look at his cock as he stood hard up. His tip shone slightly, Precum was probably already dripping out. When you felt yourself getting closer to your climax, your pace became faster. Jaehyun gripped your hips tightly and his tongue pressed harder against your clit. "Ah-Jae ... I'm coming ..." Your body twitched and you would almost tip over, while your orgasm hits you hard, if Jaehyun didn't hold on to you. When your muscles gave way, he knew you had climaxed. He let his mouth go and kissed the inside of your thigh. "Are you feeling better, mummy?" You could see his grin as you turn to him. "It was good." You shrug your shoulders and stroke his chest. "Only good?" He was almost offended by your comment, after all, he had done his best. He had licked everything out of you with full passion. "You know what I want." Your hand went down to his groin and you start to tease him a little. "Urgh ... you don't make it easy for me." He grunted as you begin to massage the base of his testicles. "That is the plan." You grin and go a little further down with your face. You take his cock in your hands, which was already completely red and plump. His veins protruded aggressively and you hadn't seen him in a long time. All his blood just had to be down here. Each of your touches drove him crazy, but you weren't doing anything good in front of him. He should feel how you feel. "Do you want me to do this?" And suddenly you put his cock all the way into your mouth. His hard length barely fits into your throat and you can feel his whole body twitch. "Oh god - yes exactly ... please." He was more vocal than usual and got really loud. But you just wanted to give him a taste. "Then you have to fuck me." You grin and let go of him. Jaehyun looked at you stunned when you got up innocently and put on your swimsuit. "Was that it?" He watched you go and pointed to its plump and red length. You nod and grin at him. "Shit," Jaehyun put his head back and wanted to get rid of his problem, so you take his hand and pull him a little. "No, no, no! You should know how I feel." "Y/N, please. It almost hurts." Jaehyun whined, but you didn't feel sorry for him. "Yes. I have been feeling the same for 1 1/2 weeks." You roll your eyes and throw his swimming trunks at him. "Let's go swimming."

You spend the rest of the time swimming, sleeping a little and eating. It was wonderful to do nothing. At 3 p.m., Jaehyun's phone rang because it was 7 p.m. in Korea and time for your children to go to bed. Jaehyun and you lay in the lounger together and you take the video call. "Hey Miga." Jaehyun smiled and saw his little daughter smiling at the screen. "Hello my sweetie." You look also at your daughter and you were happy to see her. "Mummy, Daddy, Sunoh is there too." She swings the camera to her little brother and you see Sunoh with his little bear pajamas and very tired eyes, which were very small. "Oh my little one, you should be in bed." You see your son rubbing his eyes and when he saw you on the screen he started to cry. "Mummy ... Mummy", he tries to take the screen, but Miga picked up the phone again. You could hear Jaehyun's father taking Sunoh and the crying quiet. "Did you do nice things today?" Asked Jaehyun and while he was talking to his daughter he put his hand on your stomach again. "Yes, we played and drew." Miga shared her day with great joy. It was good for her to spend time with her grandparents. Jaehyun still doesn't talk to his mother, but his father sometimes picks up the children to have his grandchildren with him. "That sounds really great, but you should go to sleep now." You smiled and Miga nodded. "But when are you coming back?" She had fun but also miss you. "Sleep twice, okay?" Jaehyun smiled and Miga nodded understandably. "Okay, Mummy and Daddy love you, sleep well." Jaehyun then hung up and put his phone down. "Maybe we should make peace with your mum." You sigh and cuddle more into your husband's chest. "I don't know, I mean what she did to you ..." You could see that he was thinking about it. After all, it was his mother that he loved. "I want to leave it all behind. We should tell her that I'm pregnant, because if we have 4 children then we may need a little help at home." Then he thought for a moment and nodded. You were glad that he agreed with you because you didn't want Soobin in your house that often either. Her infatuation with Jaehyun annoyed you a little. "By the way, we should tell Miga and Sunoh too, even if Sunoh won't understand it yet." Jaehyun starts kissing your belly as he continues to stroke it. "We'll do it when we get back." You smile and close your eyes and only enjoy Jaehyun on your skin.

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queencarolinemikaelson · 4 years

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Mini-Fridge

Klaroline Bingo as hosted by @klaroline-events Prompt // Mini-Fridge

A deleted scene of sorts. Before the MF gang pushes her to be her ~worst self~, no-humanity Caroline calls Klaus from her dorm at Whitmore to complain at him. Set mid-season six.

“Hello?”

“The mini-fridge you bought me literally just broke.”

“Excuse me?”

“Do I have to speak slower? The mini-fridge your bought me literally just broke.”

“Who is this?”

“Oh please, like you didn’t know the minute I changed my number.”

“Caroline?”

“Yes, Caroline.”

Klaus pulled the phone away from his ear, to stare blankly at the unsaved number glowing on his screen, almost unable to believe she was calling him.

“Well, Caroline, it’s lovely to hear your voice.”

“Mmhmm, whatever, Klaus,” Caroline said, shortly. “I want to know why you bought me a faulty item.”

“I have to say, love, I didn’t know it was faulty when I bought it.”

“Well, obviously,” Caroline said, the roll in her eyes very evident in her voice. “I was more implying that you were cheap. I know old money comes from scummy white men penny-pinching their way through life, but you’re literally like a thousand, Klaus, and don’t even need money to get through life. Why skimp on a present for me? I’m supposed to be your last love, remember?”

Klaus folded his lips into his mouth, in a valiant attempt to keep from grinning.

“I promise you, love, no expense was spared on your fridge, may I offer a replacement?”

“Hmm, maybe, but that doesn’t help me now, does it?” Caroline said passive-aggressively.

“Are you all right, love? You don’t sound like your cheery self?”

“I’m fine. Just a bit frustrated! My mini-fridge just broke, and now my B-positive tastes like it’s…. O-negative!”

Caroline’s voice was dripping with melodrama, and Klaus, once again, could barely contain his grin – she was just a delight.

“Well, I am glad you called me, perhaps I can hunt down the salesperson who sold it to me, and scare him into a refund?”

“Oh, that sounds fun, when?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I said, when? And where I suppose.”

Klaus was taken aback; he hadn’t meant it as a suggestion… but if the shoe fit.

“Well, I bought it here of course, in New Orleans, and they had it shipped from their Richmond store.”

“Mmmkay, text me the exact store, and I’ll meet you there tomorrow at 8am.”

Without another word, Caroline hung up, leaving a bemused, but wholly amused Klaus to stare at his phone once again wondering what on earth had just happened.

xxx

When Elena arrived back at her dorm, she wasn’t sure if she could handle anymore of no-humanity Caroline. Honestly, it had been days and days of Caroline being snippy and judgemental, with absolutely no regard for Elena’s feelings at all.

And the brunette was not enjoying this side of her friend.

But, as she unlocked and pushed open her door, she was pleased to find the room blessedly Caroline free, with only a note to explain her whereabouts.

Gone interstate for a few days.

Oh I also thought up these fun nicknames for you guys years ago:

Exasperating Elena

Bothersome Bonnie

Stuffy Stefan

Dumbass Damon

Love you!

Cool Caroline

xxx

The next morning, Klaus sidled into the store at precisely 8am.

If he was honest, he was very nervous on the drive over. Nervous about her unusual behaviour, nervous of her sudden interest in him, nervous she wouldn’t show up… nervous she would.

But then…

“Klaus, hey, Klaus!”

He saw her waving him over the minute he stepped foot through the door.

Of course, Caroline, who was coming from out of state, beat him there.

“Why are you never on time?” she said, exasperated, grabbing his elbow and pulling him further into the store.

“This is your husband, ma’am?” a rather weedy looking sales assistant, whose badge read Jason, said anxiously to Caroline.

“Yes, this is my husband,” Caroline said, her voice commanding, giving Klaus a threatening side-ways look, as though daring him to challenge her story. “And he bought a very faulty, very expensive, mini-fridge for me – from here – less than a year ago. So we are here to make up for that, aren’t we, sweetie?”

“Yes, we are,” Klaus said, entertained, but fully taking the faux-marriage in his stride by snaking his arm around her waist. “I believe it was Edward who sold it to me, is he in, per chance?”

Jason continued to look anxiously between the couple, sensing instinctively that he was in some sort of danger, even if he couldn’t pinpoint why.

“Edward isn’t on today,” he replied. “But I’m… ah… sure I can help you with the refund and replacement process.”

“No Edward?” Caroline said, haughtily. “Shame.”

With that, Caroline dismissively flounced away to the section of the store that housed the mini-fridges leaving Klaus to throw a glance at Jason.

“We’ll be over there if you need anything, mate,” Klaus drawled, before following Caroline.

He was quite enjoying her little game, but Klaus knew something was very off about her.

He was sure it would take her longer than a year for her to come around to his charms. He figured it would be after she explored her life with her childhood friends, maybe after her mother died, and she was looking for the meaning in eternity she knew he could help her find.

“So, I’m your husband now, am I?” he asked, jokingly as he joined her.

“Just for today,” she shrugged flippantly, as she knelt down to inspect the inside of a particular fridge. “It’s practice.”

Klaus noted the total lack of empathy in her eyes in that moment, and he had his confirmation.

“You’ve turned off your humanity,” he stated.

“Are you going to give me the spiel about how this isn’t who I am, and I should consider the consequences blah-blah-blah, yarda-yarda like Stuffy Stefan? Honestly so boring,” she intoned, pulling a tape measure from her bag, and checking the height of the fridge against the purported height.

“Not at all love,” he replied. “Just curious.”

“Good, because otherwise I would have had to make a scene.”

“Oh, Caroline, love, you certainly know how to make a scene, humanity or not,” he grinned at her.

“Well, yes, that goes without saying,” she remarked.

“How long will you be in town?” Klaus queried.

“Oh, just a couple more hours. A total douchebag from my Intro to Statistics class was blabbing about a poker tournament he is tipped to win in Vegas later today. I intend to beat his sorry ass. Then I have to be back at Whitmore for class tomorrow.”

“Why go back to class?” Klaus asked, bemused. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“The fun, Klaus, will come after I have finished my degree. Humanity or not, I know what is important.”

“Can I come to Vegas with you?”

“If you have to, but you can not interfere in my tournament,” Caroline snapped, before standing to attention. “This is the one I want. Better colour, better efficiency, better volume.”

Caroline turned her commanding stare back to Jason, and summoned him with a single crook of her finger.

“This is the one,” she stated, as Jason nervously sidled up beside them. “My husband here will sort the particulars with you, and this one better not break. Or I’ll be back.”

As Caroline flounced away, Klaus couldn’t help but stare fondly after her.

She really was going to make such a formidable queen one day.

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capriccio-con-espressione · 4 years

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Possession

Genre: Smut

Warning: Sub!Kun, Dom!Reader, Profanity, Hair pulling, Semi-public handjob/oral sex (male receiving), Intense Degradation, Face slapping, Edging, Spanking

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N:

In celebration of WayV’s new comeback, I decided to bring some fucked-out subby Kun back in the scene again after some editing, to punish him for making me suffer from his visuals ugh

Originally intended to make it just a short blurb, but I kinda went overboard. The power Kun holds lmao

The degradation and insult are a bit intense, you’ve been warned, but of course aftercare is included. This is the result of mental breakdown due to Dom Kuntent overload in the fandom. The world deserves more delicious Sub Kuntent. Period.

Oh and last but not least, this smut is inspired by this gif. I am not gonna include it here directly because I will certainly get fl**ged. Anyways enjoy!

Locking the door of the fitting room, you immediately slammed your lips into Kun's after pinning him to the ground, your movements getting rougher second by second. Somehow the gawking gazes and praises from the photoshoot staff have turned your sweet cutie into a cocky brat, confidence overflowing in him as he shamelessly boasted his unprecedented coquettish charms to anyone else but you. Triggered, you bit on his lip, and invaded his gasping mouth with your aggressive tongue, claiming your property.

"Forgot who you belong to?" You demanded, glaring down at him as the slick string connecting both your lips proudly circumstantiated your dominance.

"No I was just being friendly! I-mmf-" His defense was muffled by your intruding lips again.

"Friendly? So necessary of you to ask that new stylist to fix the waistband of your slacks for you while you could've checked it yourself in that damn mirror at the site! And then you even dared to flex your abs in front of her when she did her job? So fucking friendly!" Kun winced at your firm tug on his hair and your nibble on the base of his neck, you didn't care about messing up his hairstyle since his shooting was over.

"And all the sweet-talking to the other staff? Too legion to list them all! You must've let your filthy dickhead get the best of you huh?" You crept your hand under his waistband to squeeze his shaft, earning gasps after gasps from him.

"I w-was just trying to break the ice..ahh...it was so a-awkward…" Kun's explanation for himself seemed pitiful now with his moans constantly cutting in between.

"There are way too many ways other than flirting to break the ice, fuckboy. Flaunting your abs must have granted you some extra hormones to act up right in front of my damn face, right?" You pulled the checkered jacket down his shoulders, then slid it off his arms.

"Since exposing your flesh switches on your bad boy mode this much, I should strip more off you and properly tame you…until you are a humiliated mess begging me to stop." You chuckled as you lowered his pants, before grabbing a handful of his crotch then starting to caress it through his boxers. "Say, are you a bad boy by making mistress this mad?" You inquire the question you often include in your bedroom playtime, since from his response to it you can see if he’s in his submissive bad boy headspace or not.

"No, mmm-am not." Despite the stimuli building up Kun still managed a cheeky grin, showing his liking toward whatever you were intending. “Why so serious, when I was just-ahh!”

Kun's retort was cut off by a slap across his face. "Still don't wanna admit how bad you've been? Looks like I'll have to keep teasing you instead of giving you what you want..." You darkly smirked as your hand cradled his jawline, fingers squeezing his cheeks so he could utter nothing but whiny whimpers, while your other hand continued to fondle his rock-hard balls and shaft strained inside the fabric, the tension too much for him to take.

"Now answer me again, better wisely this time, are you a bad little sleazeboy or not?" You pumped his cock generously while releasing your grip on his cheeks.

“Mmmf...yes I’ve been a sleazy little slut...so bad...mistress please stop punishing me…"

Usually you would keep him clothed for much longer and tease him until he lost count of how many times he had begged, but since semi-public sex like this always excite you and minimize your patience, you were a bit too eager to get the real thing going

"Then is my slutty fucktoy sorry for having fun with other people blatantly without mistress' permission?" You finally pulled down the boxers to reveal his dripping cock, but with your arms crossed, not doing anything to it unless his response satisfies you.

"P-please mistress I am sorry...really sorry…"

You huffed in exaggerated mock disapproval as you flipped him over, draping him over your kneeling form, his bottom straight on your thighs before you inflicted loud smacks on it, erotic moans leaving him as his body tensed up and pressed even harder against you. “You aren’t sincere enough, perhaps you can only learn your lesson by letting other people outside the room overhear your spanking…”

“No! Please don’t! Ummff-sorry I’ve been such a bad boy! Pleeaase-!” Kun’s tone of voice and facial expressions indicated that he liked this punishment a bit too much, far from what you intended for him. Therefore, you tossed him off back to the ground with a contemptuous look in your eyes.

You then brushed your fingers along his length at an excruciatingly slow speed. "You don't really convince me to make me forgive you. Looks like I need to milk your remorse out of your dickhead really slowly..."

"No no no mistress I may be an airy dickhead but I know where my place is for sure...hnngh...please I am terribly sorry for disrespecting you!"

"How can I trust you to come up with the slightest valid apology possible when this is the only nerve bundle on you that is still properly processing right now?" You squeezed his leaking shaft, emphasizing your dismissive words. "You can't even think straight with your pathetic little airhead…"

Kun felt the knot in his lower abdomen began to tighten at every insult you uttered, but still he managed to try his best to think properly and obey your rules, that is, to replace every pronoun regarding himself with humiliating words.

"Ahhh...please mistress your stupid disrespectful little manwhore is extremely sorry and remorseful...hahhh...please mistress let this worthless cockhead cum…"

Seeing Kun's eyes, now glossy with tears and lascivious desperation; his tone of voice, usually held so much authority, now stammering with demeaning words, you were satisfied with how his piercingly confident gaze back at the photoshoot a couple of minutes ago seemed laughable now. "Good boy, looks like you've been trained well." You expressed your approval for his self-degradation with your quickening pumping hand.

Kun's moans become to get even more incoherent and evident as his pleasure intensified when you began to nibble as well as suck on his sensitive patches of skin, marking up his torso while still fist-fucking his throbbing neediness.

"I am not the type to hesitate to declare who my possession is, and you should know better." You chuckled as you sucked a dark splotch on his right pectoral near his areola. "You should feel grateful that I didn't do this before the photoshoot, otherwise the photo retoucher is gonna be mad…"

After marking your territory, your mouth traveled down to where he needed you the most, hastily sucking and slicking it up. Thinking you had full mercy on him, Kun tried to guide your movements, but ended up getting his wrists gripped tightly against his chest.

"Now you're cocky again, hmm? Even have the gut to order me around with that filthy hand?" You glared and stopped completely, watching him gradually faltering due to the sense of loss.

"No mistress I am not being cocky...I just...ohh...your mouth...hfff...feels too good...I can't help it...please I am begging you…"

"Punishment is always punishment no matter what, no rules should be violated even if I am easy on you." You teasingly licked a stripe along his length. "Apologize and beg with some real earnestness. We don't have much time here before everyone is suspicious of us. If you fail to impress me I will make you walk out of here sporting that pathetic hard-on of yours and embarrass yourself."

Kun struggled and squirmed, but soon figured that there is no use defending his last bit of self-esteem because from his past experience he learned that you are a woman of your word, in a hard way.

"Mistress your dumb filthy-minded slut is... really apologetic for being stupid...by mistaking the line between friendly and flirty...please...mmfff...mistress...your airheaded fuckboy is begging for forgiveness ...mmmm...please grant your mindless toy...who knows no manners... the permission to cum...pleeaaase…"

Even though his last plea dragged on, indicating his absolute desperation to end the ordeal, still the idea of getting caught with his pants down somehow excited him even more.

You bobbed your head generously along his trembling form upon hearing his words. "You promise not to ever let your nasty hormones take over you again?" You still wanted to milk more degradation out of him.

"Yes mistress...your shameless brat has learned the lesson......never gonna misbehave ever again...please...cum…"

Noticing he was at the verge of breaking, you planted a reassuring kiss on his cheek which was blushing hotly with prolonged denied yearning, and immediately went down again to work him up along with your hands to finally allow the earth-shattering climax that he desired so much.

"That's my good beautiful boy...relax and take deep breaths baby...I am here for you...you did so well…" You comforted your tortured boy with reassuring praises, giving him the delicate little touches, as well as some light-hearted pecks, that always calmed him down. After observing his breathing pattern had returned to normal and making sure that he was okay, you proceeded to clean up and gave him his casual wear, helping him to recover from the intense orgasmic haze and ready him for reality again, adorning the process with smiley eye-contacts, and encouraging words of how much your boy means to you.

"Are you really okay with what I did just now babe?" You attempted to confirm his well-being once more before opening the door to the public, worried if there were any signs of distress.

"You are definitely making it up to me with lots of cuddles when we're home, y/n." Kun pouts, feigning resentment in the cutest way you had never seen in your whole life before that warmed your heart.

"But," He continued with that adorable smile that never failed to make your heart flutter, as you couldn't help but lovingly pinch and caress his cheek. "I love every second of it. The way how you claimed me yours, so possessive, so hot…I am all yours..." His gaze became dreamily hooded as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. You shyly flinched a little at this sudden intimacy out of the blue and got flustered, sharply contrasting your dominant behavior earlier.

"Uhm...right. I love you too, my precious prized pretty boy." You sweetly giggled as you both left the intense yet so tantalizingly memorable session behind that soon closed door, anticipating the private aftercare bliss awaiting ahead for you, proving that the aggressively possessive side and seemingly contradictory sweetly attentive side of you can coexist.

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Flare of the Morning Star

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PART II: ALL OR NOTHING

It was the final, desperate day. A day of a turning road in his paths of fate.

For without interference, without trickery… Felix may, perhaps, have been able to soar into a new life of happiness after obtaining a sense of peace.

But of course not.

This IS Felix, after all.

{Lalivero November 3rd, 2020T 6:30 A.M.}

[He felt it before he saw it.]

[He woke with a start, remembering—]

[He lashed out against it, still only half-awake, hearing a resounding crash of rock against stone.

He staggered out of his room, suddenly sickened by memories. Memories of—]

“{LOOK OUT!}”

[He lashed out again, clutching at his head—another crash—]

“Felix!”

[Dream? Dream?]

“You’re not dreaming, Felix! We’re under attack!”

“?!”

[He wasn’t given time to question it—there was a loud clattering noise as something hit the city walls with tremendous force.

He rushed back inside, donning his full armor as the noise continued. When he returned outside again, he was joined by the Beastmaster, similarly geared up.]

“{What’s going on here?}”

[He couldn’t talk. He couldn’t speak.]

“{Something’s hittin’ ya from the southwest!}”

[For once, he was grateful Echo could speak his mind.]

“{From the WEST? There’s nothing but river there, with cliffsides! Even Proxans know that you can’t cross that junction!}”

[Echo hopped, voicing Felix’s own rising agitation.]

“ ‘{Did Proxans come here with war machines!? No! Only the likes of a siege engine has enough power to hurl boulders like an Adept!}’ “

[The sound of the alarm rang out in the city, and his heart sank further.]

“ ‘{Guard the southern gate! There’s only one place these attacks could be coming from; the peninsula to the south!}’ “

[He grabbed his cloak, a sense of urgency rising. Organized chaos poured around them, but he heeded it not; Sheba had it under control, and he had to focus against—]

[Felix used BURST!]

CRACK!

[There was a hail of large rocks as the small boulder that had been headed for the city was shattered by his defensive use of Psynergy. The two of them ran faster toward the river, with Felix taking to the skies.

Sure enough, as he soared closer, he could see them below—]

“!?!!!”

[But the troops he saw were nowhere near the most disturbing sight that met his eyes.]

[There was a bridge across the river, from the western bank to the peninsula in question. Just where they never would notice, not until it were too late.]

“!”

[His thoughts were disrupted as a rain of arrows came whistling up at him.

Instinct took over, and Arizona swerved sharply before taking a steep dive.]

[Felix used GRANITE!]

[The two of them glowed gold, the Djinn swirling around them as they went right for the enemy.

Several of the arrows found score, but the power of the barrier made them shatter. As for his part…]

[Felix used FORCE!]

[The war machines were knocked over in a massive lash, crashing into those manning them. Arizona shrieked in agitation and sent out a burst of fire, setting them ablaze.]

“Hgh—!”

[An arrow had found score in his shoulder, and the force behind it was enough to knock him down.

Arizona, however, snatched him almost immediately—and Felix directed a blast of aggressive energy their way.]

[Felix used MOTHER GAIA!]

[When the very ground erupted in jets of explosive energy, the remaining forces that managed to avoid the direct blast realized they were up against something that had sufficient strength to overpower them entirely. Horns of retreat sounded, and Felix was let down amidst the rubble.

His shoulder was burning—it was enough to let him know that the arrow had been coated in some sort of poisonous mixture, something that would affect him much worse if he weren’t a Venus Adept. As much as it hurt, he wasn’t sure he could remove it cleanly.

And he had more important things to worry about.]

[Felix used LASH!]

[He hadn’t been fast enough to prevent the retreat, but it was enough to tear out the ropes holding the bridge together, sending the logs tumbling down into the currents beneath. There were more horns, but no further backlash—so he took a moment to stop and breathe.]

“{You okay there, Boss?}”

[He pulled himself to his feet, glowing with brimming Psynergy. The wound would need to be staunched quickly—and he undoubtedly needed to conserve his energy.]

“{Don’t tell me you plan to chase after them.}”

[Of course he did. He had to see how many there were—and drive them off, or else they’d have to deal with this again.]

«You can’t just hope that tyrants go away and leave you alone. It just doesn’t work like that.»

[The dawn was breaking, now. Stealth wouldn’t be an option. They knew he could fly, so he was going to have to choose a different route.]

«Take me across the river. Then, I’m going to need you to take some things back to the others.»

“{I don’t like where this is going!}”

[He couldn’t see them having brought much more than a few hundred men. It would take a fair amount of manpower to build a bridge, after all, but it was still a ways away from the nearest stronghold.

And yet.

And yet, that didn’t explain the distinct feeling of deadly peril he was getting from across the water.]

«I don’t know what I’ll find there. I don’t want to take the risk of losing the Alchemy artifacts.»

[The phoenix screeched and glowered at him.]

“{Don’t be such an ape of a mammal! If you believe there may be sufficient power to overtake you, the least you can do—you mortal fool!—is to heal your wounds and bare your heart! Even the mightiest of empires across all time cannot build a sturdy bridge in such a short span of time! Take advantage of what time you have earned!}”

“…”

[He didn’t say anything in response, merely opting to disperse the both of them into a swirl of energy spheres.]

{Lalivero 7:30 A.M.}

“{…expected you’d try something rash. For the love of Mars—it HAS to be that Mars in you that makes you so IMPULSIVE in the WORST possible times!}”

[Felix kept an unamused and unmoved expression as he pressed a hand to the wound, glowing with healing Psynergy now that the arrow had been removed.

The Beastmaster was standing over him, holding the arrow in one hand.]

“{You know that having a second only works when you BRING the second, hmm?}”

“{Do you want to be carried by Arizona, Beastmaster?}”

“{If that’s what it’ll take, then that’s what it takes! I am not letting you go across the river entirely by yourself. It’d be an absolute disgrace to the both of us if I did.}”

“…”

[The Proxan’s expression changed to a less aggressive form of exasperation, before cooling off into pity.]

“{Felix, please. You can’t take everything onto yourself by yourself. Yours is a bitter fate, to hold the responsibility to lead others into peril. That is the task that has been assigned to you. You cannot try to avoid it again by attempting to take it all on by yourself. And I know that is hard.}”

[Felix stood, resting his free arm against the wall and closing his eyes.]

“{When I led Jenna and Sheba into battle, it was because we had no choice. There was nowhere they could go, and my path led into danger. With Piers… we needed him, and he agreed to take our roads. But never… sweet Mercy, I never wanted it to come to this…}”

[The Proxan heaved a silent sigh, but Felix continued.]

“{I’m trying, Darzul, but it’s… it takes time to grow and heal. We should both be grateful I had enough presence of mind to stop and think things over even the slightest, and then to accept good counsel.}”

[He looked up.]

“{I want you to think very carefully before giving any advice or making any demands, Beastmaster.}”

“{I’m listening.}”

“{There have to be more forces across the river. I sense Death, in a way more potent than what a small group could bring. There is some real threat over the water, with enough men and resources to build a bridge and… and those machines that could hurl stone and large arrows.}”

“{I’m still listening.}”

“{Keeping both of us shielded will drain me faster. Same to be said for healing. If there is a conflict, the MORE people there are, the FASTER I tire and the less I can do. And you are not a Healer.}”

“{…I see. You fear that if it is a situation that requires a defensive component, the extra strain would result in greater weakness that would not have been present if you were alone. For once, I start to understand, and things begin to make more sense. If that is the case, then I urge you to let someone else serve as healer, so that you can focus your power into other things.}”

“{…Kalora…}”

“{NOW you begin to understand, don’t you?}”

“{That would leave Prox without a Warrior leader!}”

“{We can handle our own for a few days, Felix!}”

“{If both of us fall, then the lines of Warriors will die out completely! The Mars Clan will cease to exist as a proper Clan, and your power will wane—at the worst possible time!}”

[Darzul tossed aside the arrow so he could put both his hands on Felix’s shoulders.]

“{My advice to you is to trust that Kalora has already helped address that problem. I can say with some degree of certainty that one of the best ways I can see for you to address this is for both Orynar and Kalora to come here.}”

[Felix frowned in thought at this.]

“{…Kalora wouldn’t mind an almost exclusively supporting role, if that’s something you’re worried about. You’ve seen for yourself how good she is in that position. And you’d benefit from the strength she can provide. Orynar can serve as the second offense-based Psynergy user, ready to assist retreat if need be.}”

“{If I give one of them the Teleport Lapis… will they be willing and able to retreat if need be?}”

“{Of course, though I don’t like that tone suggesting you intend to be left behind. That’s not how this works.}”

[Felix looked up with a very serious expression.]

“{Darzul, you have never seen me unleash my full power, and you weren’t there when Venus Lighthouse was lit. So I forgive you for this. But you truly don’t know exactly how bad it could get if I have to use my strength to its greatest capacity.}”

“…”

[The Proxan frowned at this.]

“{What, are you saying that it would affect those with you as well?}”

[Felix gave an exasperated expression.]

“{Yes, it would! Unleashing the power of the Morning Star is not a precision-strike movement! All of her harshest forms of channeling are such that decimates a wide area! For Life’s SAKE! I caused entire LANDSLIDES when I was young just out of getting worked up! Do you have any idea what could happen?! I don’t, not really, and that’s a grave thing to take into consideration!}”

[The Beastmaster drew back at this, putting a hand to his face as he brooded over this new information.]

“…”

[And then, he looked up, a pained expression of understanding on his face.

For he understood, now, even if Felix didn’t really yet know on his conscious mind—

After having been a source of destruction that harmed those close to him already—the lighting of Venus Lighthouse almost killing Sheba, the mighty power wielded having killed his parents—he didn’t want to suffer such a weight of guilt again.

And he almost paled as he considered what COULD happen if Sheba came with them and were harmed. He was quite sure Felix might literally lose his sanity if she were deeply injured.

And he honestly doubted that even he, Orynar, and Kalora combined wouldn’t make a dent in what would come of Felix’s rage overtaking him… what would come of the energy inside him overpowering his human form and mind.

On some level, Felix knew all of this. And he felt trapped by his own power, which—when put under mental strain—took all of his will to keep in check.

Darzul let out a heavy sigh, smoke curling through clenched teeth as his dragon features shifted into narrowed eyes.]

“{You’re going to need to talk to Sheba about this.}”

[He turned to face his friend again.]

“{She is the Lady of Lalivero, and she knows your capabilities better than anyone else you might speak to. Maybe even better than you can safely judge. This is her town, so she should have a say in how you plan to deal with this piece of information. And you? You’ll listen to her.}”

[It wasn’t so much said as a command or a threat, but rather an observation of fact.]

“…”

[Felix stood.]

“{Then let’s go hold counsel.}”

{Lalivero 8:00 A.M.}

“You’re not going by yourself.”

“…”

[Felix watched as Sheba took a few slow steps around the room.]

“If it is something you can handle alone, then it would still be wise for others to be there. And if not… then by definition, you will need help. If you intend to by using Psynergy, then you will need assistance to keep you from weariness. AND assistance to take your place as healer.”

[She glanced over, lowering her eyelids to an unimpressed look at the Beastmaster.]

“Felix is a wanted man in Tolbi because of what Proxans did. The use of fire especially. It would make things worse for him to be openly seen with multiple Proxans.”

[Darzul spread his hands apart.]

“Lady d’Lalivero, does it really matter what they think if the main threat they pose is on the battlefield? They already hold resentment; it’s not as if holding back will help, here.”

“I will not have any of you starting an inferno. No. I respect your other Warrior’s abilities as a healer who can hold her own… and within a dynamic that Felix and I knew for years, she would be able to fill a role. Doing this, however, is a risky move to make. Risky to your own defenses as well as risky to your culture.”

[She looked up at Felix.]

“I don’t even have to use Mind Read to read your mind on this one. Based on what the two of you have told me, you intend for the Teleport Lapis be used to take me out of danger.”

[She shook her head, an unmoved (but unbothered) look on her face.]

“I will not abandon my people, and I will not allow anyone to take me against my will ever again, Felix. That is not how this is going to work.”

“…”

[She resumed her very slow pacing.]

“We will go out to meet them.”

“{What?}”

[She looked over her shoulder at Darzul.]

“If I ride out to speak with them, they will not attack on sight. They will think to capture us and to bring us into their camp, and then we will be brought before their greatest commander. Then, I will be able to speak with them. And more importantly, I will be able to use Mind Read.”

[Felix spread his hands apart, taking on an urgently adversarial argumentative pose.]

“Sheba, if we are ‘captured’, in truth or in ruse, they will almost certainly separate the two of us. If I am to be at my greatest power, I must have the Sol Blade on my person.”

“You can have it in your bag. And they won’t separate us if you act as my ‘translator’.”

“That won’t work. They know you speak their language.”

[She gave a soft laugh.]

“Ha! No, they don’t! I never let that on while I was captive there. There was always a translator at hand when they wanted to speak with me. And besides—they won’t know who I am until we are well into the camp. They expect some timid, frail, submissive creature—not a Hero, daughter of Yegelos.”

[She turned to face Felix.]

“If you and I are to hold the south together, Felix, then you can be my guard. We shall make a striking pair, you and I; and they will answer to the might of the Anemos, if nothing else.”

[Darzul raised a hand.]

“I have an observation to make.”

“Yes?”

“It’s been how long since Felix routed them?”

“…At least an hour, probably more. Why?”

“They know that there is a powerful Adept capable of flight. Even if they don’t know it’s Felix, they probably are expecting an attack. Felix wasn’t satisfied with dispersing them, but went to the effort of forcing them into a retreat.”

“And?”

“Frankly, Lady Sheba, your idea might work if it were not for the fact that I am quite certain they have already retreated an hour’s march further West, back toward whatever their nearest camp might be. You will find no horses across the water, and if you approach by air, you will be recognized as a threat and attacked on sight. This leaves you an hour behind to start with, and even as you advance, they will retreat. You might go all day without even catching sight of them. And once you do, it shall be in a place where they have a defensible position.”

[Sheba frowned at this, thinking it over. Darzul looked over at Felix.]

“Diplomacy is ideal, but even Proxans will have a large group of Scholars with them when attempting to lead a peaceful discussion. Trickery could be effective, but it is the most treacherous of paths. I do not recommend this at all. Not until you are sure of what you are facing.”

[Felix held a hand to his face, thinking this over.]

“Well, if we are taking a path that’s not {[the dragons’ road]}, then the best thing to do would be to make it a scouting mission.”

“Now that’s more reasonable and feasible. And we can help. Even if it could take all day. As long as we’re smart about it, we should be able to all keep out of sight.”

“Since when did I say you were coming, Beastmaster?”

“Felix brought me here for moral support. And you and I both know he’ll be less distracted if he feels there are options that ensure you are not left entirely alone in the case of disaster.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“This really would work better with horses if we wanted the chance for an expedient retreat. I don’t suppose you have a way of making a bridge?”

[Felix gave an exasperated sigh and slipped his fingers into his hair, thinking back on the several times he was obliged to do so on their journeys.]

“I do, actually… so we might as well get ready. If you’re right about them retreating, then we may have a long day ahead of us.”

{Northern Gondowan 4:15 P.M.}

“I really would have thought we’d see something by now.”

“Something other than tracks, at any rate.”

“Yes.”

[Felix glanced up at the sky, frowning.

The sun was low in the sky, now. There was only about an hour of daylight left.]

“…If we don’t find them by nightfall, that will require we either make camp or turn back.”

[He was already imagining the process of starting a campfire, making a shelter. It would be rather cold…]

“Making a fire so close to an enemy encampment is very dangerous.”

“I’m aware of that. But what would the alternative be? We should take shifts, not force you to keep things warm.”

[The Proxan gave an unreadable expression at this, before turning away.]

“…I guess I forget how sensitive you are to cold.”

[Felix lowered his eyelids slightly at this, picking up on the fact it wasn’t the other man’s first answer.

He chose not to dwell on it, though, as he was pretty sure he wouldn’t like the answer if his friend had gone to the effort of avoiding speaking his mind in such a grave situation.]

“If I’d believed we’d be traveling into the night, I would have brought more robust supplies.”

“I suggest we stop here for a while.”

[Felix looked over at Sheba.]

“We’ve been riding for hours. Surely the horses could use a rest?”

[The Proxan gave an amused and proud grin.]

“It’d take more than that to tire out a Proxan war horse! But, perhaps you’re right. We do want them rested and fresh enough to take off if we find ourselves in need of an expedient retreat! Or a charge, as the case may be.”

“The three of us against an entire encampment? During a scouting mission?? Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Oh really now? Says the man who has the instincts of a Minotaur.”

[Sheba gave an amused huff at this, leading to Felix making an unamused expression.

Still, the three of them came to a halt. While Darzul busied himself tending to the horses, Felix used Psynergy to make the site both more comfortable and more defensible.

Within a few minutes, the three of them were all sitting down, with Felix distributing some jerky and bread.]

“{You seem distracted.}”

[Felix didn’t look up at this. Darzul blinked at the use of the Lalivero language, but quickly decided to busy himself with feeding the bird of prey that was with him.

Felix frowned slightly.]

“{I suppose I am.}”

“{Why don’t you tell me about what we’ll do after this is over, then?}”

[He looked up.]

“{Because I can’t foresee what exactly we’re up against. I don’t know what the future might look like. I don’t know if I’ll be in it.}”

[He had to tell her, didn’t he? After all, she could literally read his mind.]

“{I have seen Pride be the downfall of great Warriors, Sheba. The last words of my successor were… he asked how they could lose. And his cohort… she noted how they were superior in every way, but were still defeated.}”

[He clenched a hand into a fist.]

“{I don’t want to make that same mistake of overconfidence. Arrogance is deadly.}”

[He took her hand in his and turned to look her in the eye.]

“{Sheba… the only thing I know for certain is that they won’t get to Lalivero again. You will be safe, even if that’s by being in the eye of the storm.}”

[She put a hand to his face.]

“{Safety is more than just absence of injury, Felix. Safety is being able to travel as you will, to talk to whomever you please, to host whomever you like, to show kindness to anybody, to speak your mind without fear, to be generous without anxiety. To build in peace, to celebrate in tranquility.}”

[He closed his eyes as she continued.]

“{If you don’t want to talk about it until later, then I understand. Just don’t lose sight of it, alright?}”

[He could see it. He could hear it. Oh, it was so, so close. So close that it hurt.

More than anything else right now, he just didn’t want to lose it.

He wanted to go home. Home, now, where his friends were. He wanted to prepare feasts before the fire, with rich spices and a bounty so plentiful that all would have their fill.]

He just wanted for this madness to end. For the sun to rise, to celebrate their deliverance from such a dark, oppressive shadow.

To dance, to laugh, to sing.]

«Sheba…»

«I promise you, I haven’t lost sight of it.»

[He closed his eyes and held her close.]

«The desire and determination to return to living those days again is the main thing that keeps me going.»

{Northern Gondowan 5:00 P.M.}

[After a long day of preparation and riding, Felix had almost begun to wonder if they’d actually managed to drive them off entirely.]

“Is it just me, or is that smoke in the distance?”

[Felix squinted and looked to the horizon.

Sure enough—faint, but present—there was distinct smoke somewhere far ahead of them.]

“They must be settling down for the night, then. I imagine they’ll have patrols.”

“I don’t doubt that. We should be wary of leaving the cover of the forest, though.”

“Are we going to continue with Cloak, then? The sun’s setting.”

“No… not exactly, anyway. I want to get an aerial view.”

“You’ll be highly visible.”

“I meant from the mountains. I don’t have time to climb there. Besides, if I need to cause a landslide to block off the road, then…”

“Well if that’s your intention, then the rest of us should turn back.”

“I’m not leaving him behind. I can use Hover to fly alongside him.”

“Sheba, landslides can be very unpredictable. I would feel better if you kept a bit of distance so I had room to work.”

“Oh, so that’s your definite plan now, then?”

“Yes. Last time I caused a landslide—which WAS an accident, mind you—it took them several months to clear it out. By then, it would be winter. They can’t keep troops stationed this far out for that long; the food and fuel supplies would be far too expensive to maintain.”

“Felix, the pass in the Silk Road was much narrower than the valleys between these mountain ranges.”

“True, but the path they took doesn’t take up the whole valley. Don’t underestimate what I can do.”

[Darzul brought his horse to a halt.]

“Well, in that case… I’ll wait here for you two doves to return. The horses will get spooked, and this is probably as close as we can get while being out of range of a natural disaster.”

“I need to do this by myself.”

“Felix—”

“I mean it, Sheba. If nothing else, I would like it if we didn’t leave one of my best friends by themselves in hostile territory. If there’s anyone behind us, I don’t want us to get flanked and taken by surprise.”

“…Alright. But only because you have a point.”

“Thank you. Now—”

“But I need you to promise you aren’t going to intentionally go after them by yourself.”

“I promise.”

{5:15 P.M.}

[The sun had set by the time he reached his vantage point.]

“Oh my Stars…”

[There were thousands of them. Tens of thousands, surely.]

“Sheba…”

[Thoughts were racing. Trying, trying to think of options.

And there was only really one option.

With this many people, even blocking the road would not be enough.]

“Arizona, I’m going to need to land.”

“{You ARE crazy.}”

“Tell me something we don’t know.”

“{What is your plan, exactly?}”

[It wasn’t enough; he had to do something drastic, and he had to do it quickly.]

“You aren’t going to like this. Just take me up to a harsh dive; I’ll benefit from the force of momentum with this.”

[As they climbed up into the air, he looked out at the last rays of the setting sun.

It was strange how calm he felt in this moment, knowing what he was about to attempt.

And Time itself seemed so slow as they reached the peak of the climb and started diving down.]

“{Last chance to change your mind!}”

[There was nothing for it. He had no choice—the forest in the south and the river near the city would have turned away most opponents, but it served only as an inconvenience and a source of resources to an army practicing scorched-earth tactics.]

“Not happening, this time!”

[The rush of adrenaline was filling him with even more energy, even as he felt disassociated from his own feelings.

It wasn’t going to be enough to just cut them off with a landslide; that would only delay the problem for a few weeks. No… for something this drastic, he would need much more. Much, much more.

For this, he was going to have to move mountains.]

<FLX to ALL >: > -Abrupt blast of adrenaline rush fear, thrill, apology, and warning-

=-=-=-=-=

[All at once, there were deafening sounds as dozens of enchanted watches went off simultaneously.]

CURRENT STATUS: MORTAL PERIL

=-=-=-=-=

[He jumped down, bringing his hands down to SLAM on the ground, sending out a massive shockwave.

But that was nothing compared to what came next.]

[It started as a low rumble. A distant sound, as if of thunder.

The ground seemed to buzz, as if a large vehicle was tearing by.

But by the time everything began to shake, it was already too late—and even the nearing army seemed to recognize that.

The horrific blast of potent Elemental energy was explosive, shattering the landscape as if a series of caverns had utterly collapsed.

If Tolbi took the town, they’d take the Lighthouse. (If anyone could find a way to bypass the protections—even so far as to just build right alongside the Lighthouse to the top—it would be the empire that had been researching Alchemy for over a century.) And that would be the beginning of the end… so defeat was not an option.]

[He had no choice of it.]

[Such was his fate, such was his destiny.]

[If that is the price he must pay…]

[If his life were the only offering necessary to ensure the protection, safety, well-being, and tranquility of all those who were relying on him…]

[Then it was a small price to pay.]

[Weyard’s Venus Lighthouse let out a howl!]

=-=-=-=-=-=

[There was a SCREAMING noise of shrill energy as a pillar of light shot into the sky, blinding as the Sun.]

=-=-=-=-=-=

[He demolished the buffer that was always in place, the internal regulation of his physical being that kept Psynergy in check, and throttled the extent of what he could manage before feeling drained with fatigue from the cost of serving as a conduit to such incredible forces of nature.

His sense of connection to himself, to reality, to his thoughts, faded away as the presence of Venus filled him with light.

The presence of hopes, of dreams. Of growth and new life, of rebirth and discovery. Of the thousands of brimming vessels of joy, of delight and of wonder.

The presence of Life. True Life, the inner light, the mysterious splendor.

The garden of wonder that lay at risk.

And he would protect it. He would protect it with everything he had. With all that he was, with all that he could be.

Petty tyrants were doomed to fall. It was not their fate to conquer the world. For the Undying spirit was the root of the Tree of Life—

Undeterred by solid barricade, it always, ALWAYS would push against the unyielding, crushing weight with the power to SPLIT stone, and turn it to rubble.

And so, with all that Was, fueled by the burning determination of countless streams…

The shield arm plunged deep, as if in water; and, grasping the ridge of long forgotten things…

He UPROOTED the spires within his reach.]

[MORNING STAR!]

[The roaring sound was deafening as he unleashed the power deep within: not deep within himself, but within the very roots of the world.

Tearing up the landscape, the continent roiled as the mountain ranges were brought together, sealing the main part of the forces off from being able to invade.]

[But now—now, when he was filled with the unflinching resolve of the unshackled Spirit—]

[He wasn’t going to just leave it there.]

[Felix used DESERT GASP!]

[There was a maddening howl of unearthly intensity as the dust was scattered from the force of a decimating blast of energy.

And it seemed to the soldiers that a sandstorm engulfed the legion, for grains of burning energy tore among them, scouring both flesh and blade.]

[It roared as if enraged, and the army was tossed about as the very earth beneath them shattered from a surge of sudden explosive force—]

[Felix used GAIA’S RAGE!]

[And he was gone, lost in the chains binding him to the world, pulling on the yoke of all that needed him, the thousands he must protect, would die to protect from tyranny—]

»Stop…«

»Cease.«

[But the Mars in him roared in objection. This was not enough. They would be back, unless the power of the empire was shattered, once and for all.

He couldn’t risk losing everything.]

«They must be stopped»

[He was indeed his father’s son. And like his father, there lay untapped power—the power to stand against the strong, to fell the mighty by causing their strength to become their downfall.

A fitting counter to the might of Tolbi.

And so, he turned all his muster to one final blow. One last strike, what little he had left before collapsing—the fitting final sting against the strongest army the modern age had ever seen.]

[Felix used CRUEL RUIN.]

In some other world, he was able to bring the sunrise. The sunrise he had imagined.

=-=-=-=-=-=

Oh, Felix could imagine such elation; the horn of triumph drowning out the roar of the sea against the sight of the fleeing enemy, their power of oppression scattered and toothless. The sheer joy at seeing freedom, with the knowledge that they would be safe and could rebuild and prosper.

That he could bring his friends to a true Venus harvest feast, and they would sing and dance, and he’d put flowers in her hair, and gift Raychel and Brandish a part of the spoils as victors. He would work at the forges and hammer the praises into an emblem that would hang above the fireplace for the rest of their days, to celebrate the day when the oppression of violence was broken.

Sheba would sing like an angel, and the food would be more than one could eat—for days on end. And he would laugh and they would travel, and he would take the others to see the wonders of the Lighthouses.

And they’d finally be free to be together, and he would not be afraid.]

=-=-=-=-=-=

But…

Instead, that was only the beginning. of the war that would follow.

<<—Previous——————Flare of the Morning Star——————Next—>>

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221bshrlocked · 5 years

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Trust Me

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2127

Warnings: Smut. Language. Like just a little bit angsty. But not I swear. Happy ending ;)

A/N: Something before I go to sleep. No taglists.

You dreaded that sound. It seldom didn’t make you nauseous, and you always took a deep breath before everyone came in. The sound of the quinjet landing on the platform signaled the team’s arrival from their mission, a mission which lasted for nearly two weeks. You tried not to look too excited to see them, especially the quiet soldier, and the excitement dissipated as soon as you saw Steve and Natasha walking in holding Sam. You ordered the nurses to place Sam in one of the operating rooms as soon as Steve told you he was shot and fell from a third-story building with no wings.

And as much as you hated it, you couldn’t help but glance at Bucky’s way to make sure he didn’t need any medical attention. When you saw one of the nurses checking his vitals, you calmed a bit, already washing your hands and putting the face mask on to operate on one of your closest friends.

The surgery didn’t take too long; you realigned some of his ribs and made sure his lungs weren’t punctured by the floating ribs, stitching the other cuts before putting him on a slightly-higher-then-he-preferred dosage of Vicodin for pain management. When you came back to the general area, you told Steve and everyone on the team that Sam would be able to talk to them in less than 24 hours. You’d asked if anyone else needed to be checked and made sure they all knew it was none of their faults and that Sam could handle himself.

As you shut off the machines and began to change out of your scrubs, you saw Bucky sitting on one of the beds towards the end of the room. You’d thought he needed something and felt panic rise in your chest when you realized that the nurse may have missed an evaluation or two.

“Hey, is everything okay?” You whispered, walking towards him and watching him as he slowly raised his eyes to look at you. When he said nothing, you walked around and grabbed his file, reading over it quickly to see what he came in with.

“Another shot to your scapula I see.” You commented, walking around and stretching your hands to take a look at him before stopping. “Sergeant Barnes, can I take a look at your back?” You knew, as the Avengers’ doctor, you need not ask permission in such a situation because his health may be on the line, but you asked anyway.

“Sergeant Barnes, please. May I see the wound?” You demanded again, sighing in relief when he reached around to pull his shirt off. You mentally slapped yourself for gazing at his muscle movements but brushed the thought aside quickly when you saw the blood through the patch.

“Did Jackie not stitch this up for you?” You walked around, anger and fear practically seeping through your tone with him. You didn’t mean for your question to come out harsh and you apologized as soon as you saw his expression change.

“I told her she didn’t have to. I’ll heal in a couple of hours anyway.” You hated how calm he sounded, how he almost didn’t care if he healed, and how he was probably blaming himself for what happened to Sam. Steve told you it was Bucky that was on the same side of the building as Sam and that he thought he could’ve gotten to him on time and backed him up had he not been held up by some other agents shooting at them.

You didn’t give Buck a chance to react, turning around and grabbing gauze and a suture to get to work. You watched as he sighed in defeat, knowing he wouldn’t be able to change your mind. He winced when you removed the patch and threw it in the trash, softly pushing on his back so he sit facing away from you. Placing some local anesthetic around the wound, you gently stitched the wound, apologizing every time the needle punctured through his skin.

Bucky wanted to ask you why it took you so long to stitch such a small wound, but he held himself back, a part of him knowing why you were so careful with him. No, not careful. Caring was a better word.

Wetting a small towel, you cleaned up his shoulder and his back from all the blood and anesthetic, your skin flushing every time your fingers passed over his muscles. Your heart was racing with every small sound the metal plates of his arms made and you hoped he couldn’t hear it. You took a step back and threw the gloves away, telling him to not change the gauze every six hours or to come to you if he couldn’t do it himself.

“The wound will heal by the time I wake up doll. You know that already. Or do you just wanna get me shirtless again?” Bucky smiled when your eyes widened and you turned away from him, pretending you were writing something in his file to ignore him. Bucky remained still on the hospital bed, watching your every move and looking away when you faced him again.

“I worry about you Sergeant Barnes. Look how many times you’ve been shot. It’s just one more that’s gonna do it.” You swallowed the lump in your throat, knowing you should not be saying such things to him. Not only was it unprofessional, but you had no right to talk to him like this. Like you meant something to him and he to you.

“Hmm, well, it seems like I’ve been luckier than most in that respect.” Bucky looked at his chest and arms, mapping every small scar that formed from the cut of a knife or the graze of a bullet, or even the shrapnel probably still in his system. He looked up and smiled at you, his plump lips inviting you to him like a siren song reeling in a sailor. You took a step towards him, almost in arm’s reach but not close enough to touch. You could, however, feel the heat radiating off of his body and you felt warm the longer you thought about what his skin would feel like touching every inch of your own.

“Which one was the first one?” You looked over him, eyes glued to the scar right above his shoulder before you moved to the one in the middle of his sternum. You gazed down and saw a smaller one on his side and one just like it on the other. God, he was so broken. But he was much more beautiful than he was broken. He was a work of art, his body a map of his life on this earth.

“I don’t recall the first or last,” Bucky whispered, eyes glued to the pulse in your neck, watching as your chest rose and fell rapidly with every little breath you took. He could hear your heartbeat, could smell your perfume, practically lick the sweat forming between your slightly exposed breasts. But he held himself back, not wanting to break the moment. Then you stepped closer to him and reach for his chest, hands splaying flat on his skin and feeling how rugged and warm he was. Bucky took a deep breath through his nose, jaws clenching tightly as your fingers played across his chest, nails marking each and every scar they could reach. He dared to reach and hold your upper arms, pulling you closer to him until you were between his thighs.

You grew dizzy from how close he was, a part of you telling you to abort and run away because this was wrong and you were taking advantage of a patient. A patient. Fuck. He was your patient, and here you were imagining what it would feel like if he fucked you into the next world. But you couldn’t hold yourself back, not when Bucky was enjoying this as much as you were. He held onto you tighter when he sensed you were reevaluating the situation, silently begging you to not leave him. You looked up and saw a storm dancing in his oceanic eyes, a blush forming across his handsome features before he leaned forward to capture your lips in a chaste kiss. You both moaned as soon as you felt the other’s soft lips, Bucky slowly wrapping his arm around your back and aggressively pushing you closer to him.

You were first to open your lips, sighing into him when he didn’t hold back and slid his tongue inside, devouring you like you were minty chocolate he’d want to taste for the rest of his life. You slowly became braver, hands reaching around and pulling on his hair while the other held onto his muscular back, nails digging into his skin and getting a little rougher when you felt his hands reach down and grab your ass. You remained intertwined for a long time, lips seeking the other’s as soon as one of you pulled away to breathe.

When you pushed away from Bucky, you could see panic rising in his mind, smiling coyly at him to comfort him and let him know you were going anywhere.

“Why don’t we call this one,” you tapped at the scar on his biceps before leaning down and kissing it, “number one.” Bucky smiled at the small gesture, allowing you to continue. “And this one,” you moved to the one at the top of his chest, “number two.” He shivered against you as soon as he felt your tongue licking his hot skin. “And this one,” you leaned down, lips seeking the long line across his iliac furrow before biting down a little harder than intended, smiling when his hips jerked forward at your actions.

“D-doll, please.” He begged you, moaning as soon as he felt your hands palming him through his tactical gear pants. You could feel him visibly shaking, a part of you afraid it was an onset of a panic attack. But you relaxed when he licked his lips and let out a moan when you increased pressure on his erection. Unzipping his pants, you pushed him until he was laying on his back before pulling his pants and boxers down his thighs, licking your lips when you saw his thigh muscles flexing as you racked your nails down his legs.

“Please, f-fuck, doll…I’m beggin you. Please.” His metal arm shifted loudly, and you found the noise more erotic than you’d care to admit. Not wasting any time, you leaned down and kissed the tip of his hard cock, taking him in your mouth and sucking while you massaged his balls and jerked the rest of him. Bucky was a moaning mess in no time, torn between shutting his eyes and enjoying the feeling of your tongue wrapped skillfully around he crown of his dick or maintaining eye contact as his cock disappeared time and again in your mouth.

He was already so close and he hated how soon this was going to end. But he couldn’t hold himself back. Your tongue was warm and wet around him, tracing the veins on the underside of his cock while your fingers teased and rubbed at his frenulum. He was so fucking sensitive, hips jerking forward whenever you softly nipped at his balls or sucked on him a little harder than intended.

“Fuck fuck fffuck, doll, ‘m not gonna last… so close, so ffucking close baby please…don’t stop. Please oh god don’t stop. So good. Lips so good. Ahhh fffuck I- I’m coming…” Bucky practically growled and cried out your name as he came down your throat, watching as you swallowed every last drop of his cum and continued to suck and lick him until he couldn’t take it anymore. He was breathing harshly, chest sweaty and thighs shaking from the intensity of his orgasm. He managed to open his eyes just in time to see you smiling at him, licking your fingers and cleaning him up before pulling his boxers and pants back up.

“Goddamn…” Bucky whispered, sitting up on his elbows and watching your hands massage his thighs before reaching back up to rub his chest. Bucky was about to apologize for finishing so soon when Friday spoke up.

“It appears that Sergeant Barnes has an increased, irregular heart rate. Should I call for more assistance?”

“That’s okay Friday I’m fine. Ain’t that right doll?” Bucky managed to breathe out, his wrecked, gravelly voice sending shockwaves down your spine.

“Trust me, I’m a doctor.” You couldn’t help but laugh at your own joke, telling Bucky to quickly put on his shirt so you could properly finish his evaluation somewhere more privately and with sound-proof walls.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #bucky #bucky barnes #doctor!au #bucky barnes fluff #bucky x doctor!reader #bucky barnes x doctor!reader #trust me

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sherlollydramoine · 5 years

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Soulmates

WARNINGS: Contains a slight bit of lovin’ in this chapter. 18+ only please, Reader is kind of a little bit of a bully in this chapter (I promise it won’t last long..)

As per usual I want to thank @ramibaby for all of her help and suggestions. @ramimalekpeen-deactivated201909 has deactivated (which breaks my heart) I will still thank her anyway. You two helped really offer the kind of guidance that I’ve needed to finish with this chapter. Just a heads up though guys, this chapter was written before the prologue, and I haven’t quite made as much progress on chapter two as I would have liked, so it may be a bit of a wait for the next chapter. XOXOXO

And a very special twin makes an appearance!!! :)

Link to prologue: X

PART ONE

You looked up at him in complete confusion, as you desperately tried to pry your hands apart once again. It was like they had been superglued together - nothing you'd tried to do to unstick them had been successful.

"Rami, what's going on?" You quirked a brow.

He didn't seem all that concerned about this predicament, and simply threw back his head, speaking between mocking chuckles,

"Looks like you're really stuck with me now."

"Rami,this-it-it isn't funny! What's happening? What did you do to our hands?!" You pressed, suddenly on the verge of tears. You were exhausted and wanted nothing more than to collapse on the shitty bed awaiting you in your hotel room.

It was then your attention was drawn toward Rami's hotel room door. With a loud bang, it swung open, that sound like a knife cutting through the tense, heavy air surrounding you. A rather dishevelled looking Sami peered out from behind the dark wood, his hair a mess and eyes weary.

"There you are!" He exhaled, shoulders slumping and eyes rolling. "I thought I lost you!"

He gestured toward you and Rami as he made quick strides toward you both. It wasn't until he came to a stop before you his relieved expression vanished, replaced by one of pure shock and disbelief. With wide eyes he stared at your linked hands, his mouth agape. Why on earth such a seemingly innocent gesture caused this reaction was beyond you, and only added to your growing sense of anxiety. Suddenly, Sami's face broke out in a smirk and he reached up to nervously scratch the back of his head.

"Uhhh…" He stammered, eyes darting between you both, before resting on Rami's. " I think it's time you two had a little discussion..." He raised a brow, nodding knowingly toward Rami who seemed adamant on not meeting his brothers stare.

With a sigh, Rami's eyes met yours and he reluctantly huffed,

"I guess so."

APPROXIMATELY TWELVE HOURS EARLIER

As you finally pulled into the parking lot of the swanky hotel your best friend Beatrice had decided was an idyllic location for her wedding, you let out a relieved sigh. It had been a long two days in the car and you were looking forward to getting checked in, and then settling in for a much needed nap.

Grabbing your bags and locking the car you headed inside, where you were greeted by Bea's loud squeals of delight and the sight of her sprinting toward you.

"Y/N YOU MADDDDDEEEE ITTTTTT!" she bellowed, arms out wide and you found yourself suddenly wrapped in one of her rib crushingly tight bear hugs.

"Oof!" you huffed, eyes so wide that if you could see yourself in the reflection of the tiled floor you would swear they were bulging out of your head.

"Bea…" you tapped her shoulder, voice strained as you gasped for air. "Too tight…"

She let go of you immediately and you drew in a sharp breath, clutching your chest.

"Oh, sorry…" she giggled, nervously avoiding your disgruntled stare. " Just missed you…"

"Really?" you chuckled, straightening out your now crumpled shirt. "Hadn't noticed…"

She hummed, straightening up her posture and speaking with an air of smugness as she stared down her nose at you,

"Well, that's because I'm a great actor."

"Uh huh…" You drawled, narrowing your eyes.

She shook her head dismissively at your lack of belief.

"S'true, just ask Joey baby…"

"Joey baby?" Your scrunched your nose, cringing at the pet name.

"Yes. Now that we are getting married I have taken it upon myself to utterly repulse all my guests with the sickening love I feel."

"Wow, well do you think you could hold off on the pet names just for me?" You poked her shoulder, speaking softly, " You're favorite bridesmaid…?"

She rolled her eyes,

"You've seen and heard worse from the two of us and don't flatter yourself."

"Excuse me?" You placed a hand on your hip, eyes honing in on hers as you bore a playful smirk. "Who else knows you like I do huh?"

Bea shrugged, fobbing you off with a wave of her hand as she looked anywhere but at you.

"Absolute perfectionist who is easily distracted and so stubbornly set in her ways that there ain't a chance in hell of getting you to stop something once you've set your mind to it…."

You babbled, moving your head to try and meet her gaze.

She was smiling at your words, purposefully darting her eyes away every time they met yours. Her smile grew wider as she reluctantly agreed,

"Alright...I guess you know me pretty well." Her eyes finally met yours again. "And you are my favourite bridesmaid." She took one of your hands in both of hers as she continued, "I'm so glad you're here, Joe's been so annoying with his chaotic energy this last few weeks."

"Oh god…" you chuckled, shaking your head. "Can I at least have a nap before I get thrust into Joe babysitting duty? I've been in the car for like 2 days and I'm really tired."

"Aw, of course!" She smiled. "but... not until you've met your partner in crime for this week, and also, Joe will be very offended if you don't say hello first, he's been dyyyying to see you." She rolled her eyes once again and you couldn't help but roll yours too.

"Man, that boy is needy, I Skype'd you guys what? Two days ago!" You exclaimed. "Why does he need me? Isn't Mr. Mazzello busy being entertained by his..." you raised your hands, making air quotes. "Hollywood friends?"

"Heeey watch it, one of those 'Hollywood friends' is my cousin. You remember Rami right?"

You just stare at Bea incredulously for a good solid minute before opening your mouth to reply. She knows damn well you have haven't forgotten who he is. Being his cousin and the soon-to-be wife of Rami's best friend, she knows you spent most of your childhood and teen years around him.

"How could I forget? He's the asshole who shoved me into the pool at your 17th birthday party." you angrily mumble.

"Oh come on, that was like twenty years ago. I can't believe you still remember that! Besides, he did eventually apologize for it and he still claims it was kind of an accident."

"Psht, it wasn't an accident, but regardless, I still ended up in a pool, and he didn't even bother to ask if I was okay, or to try helping me out. He just laughed and then left with one of his stupid friends. He was such a jerk. Ugh. You of all people know that I had the biggest crush on him back then, it was so embarrassing! Sami was at least nice to me, he was the one that helped me out and he wouldn't stop apologizing for his brother. Sami was always the nicer twin, to me. You also know it isn't just the pool incident, what about the time at the movie theater? Or the most embarrassing time when he actually stood me up for a date when I truly thought he might actually like me? "

Bea sighed and then opened her mouth to speak, but was rudely interrupted by a loud screeching,

"YYYYYYNNNNNNN!!!"

Turning your head, you saw Joe frantically waving his long arms - the sight of a grown man acting so unabashedly childish making you throw your head back with laughter. Joe had always exuded such a chaotic energy that it was almost infectious.

"JOOOOEEEEEYYYY!!!" You yelled, bouncing excitedly on the spot. This earned a chuckle from Joe as he bolted toward you.

Soon you found yourself wrapped in the embrace of Joe's strong arms, your head pressed to his warm chest as you heard Bea mutter,

"Imma leave you with my overgrown man child and get you checked in."

Pulling back abruptly from the hug, Joe gripped your shoulders, smiling down at you as he took in your tired state.

"So, long drive?" He pouted dramatically, staring into your droopy eyes.

You simply hummed and nodded.

"I still don't understand why you didn't just fly."

"Mozzarella why would I fly, when I can enjoy the quiet solitude of a drive with great views? I got some fantastic photos on the trip here."

"Hmm...touche! You'll have to show me." He let his hands drop to his sides as he looked over his shoulder. He looked back at you with a brow furrowed and gestured toward Bea at the reception. "You not checked in yet?"

"Not yet, Bay-Bea intercepted me before I could. She said she was going to check me in."

He nodded knowingly, smiling.

"Maybe you can tell me what Bea meant by my 'partner-in-crime' for the week?!" Joe raised an eyebrow and tried to avert his eyes.

"Mozzarella-" you said a little more aggressively than you intended.

"Ummm… Welll….uh," he stammered, scratching the back of his head. " Bea decided that all the bridesmaids and groomsmen are partnered together this week for various activities we have planned, and uh, Rami is your partner." He bit his lip, seemingly mulling over his own words. "Annnnnd now she's gonna kill me before we're even married because I wasn't supposed to tell you. And oh my GOD I do NOT wanna die yet."

He almost jumped out of his skin when he felt Bea's gentle touch on his back. Her hand remained there as she stood beside him, looking curiously between the two of you.

"Uh, babe?" She questioned softly, a small smile forming. "why are you going to die?!"

"Jesus woman!" He exhaled, staring down at her and draping his arm around her shoulders. "what have I said about sneaking up..."

"I wasn't sneaking!" Bea implored. "I was walking, it's not my fault you can't hear-"

You cut their bickering off with a deadpan,

"He told me what you meant about the whole partner-in-crime thing." That seemed to shut Bea up almost immediately, her attention solely on you and lips pursed into a tight line as you continued, "And I don't like it."

Bea side eyed a rather nervous looking Joe before her stern expression dropped. She let out a loud guffaw of laughter, proceeding to nuzzle her head into her fiance's chest. Joe looked just as confused as you were, offering you a shrug before welcoming Bea's affections by wrapping his arms around her.

"Y/N, it really wasn't meant to be a secret." Bea explained. "I just didn't want to tell you because you might have bailed on me or something. Everyone else knew except you." She looked down at her free hand, in which she held a room key. "By the way, this is for you." She held it out for you and you willingly took it. "Go have your nap but please be dressed nicely for dinner at 5 on the terrace. Oh, and you are in room 404."

She smiled brightly at you before looking up to Joe and groaning,

"And for the love of Goood, you and Joe need to take a chill pill, I'm the one supposed to be having fits of hysterics, being the bride and all..." she raised a brow.

"Fiiiine…" you sighed. "Drama Queen….but thanks for getting me checked in, I do appreciate it."

Unsettled by the bombshell that was partnering with Rami for the week, you made your way to the elevators, your mind fraught with memories of his persuasive charm and sharp wit.

Once you arrived at your floor, you made your way to your room. It was when you turned to close your door you caught a glimpse of a familiar mop of curls headed toward the elevator. Your breath hitched immediately, and your stomach flipped. You knew he was going to be here, so you shouldn't have been surprised, but actually seeing him again after all these years seemed kind of surreal.

He had been nothing but a figment of your memory for so long that he had become almost fictional - a two dimensional character who, constrained to your fading memories, you could justifyingly villainize. But now, he was here, in the flesh, walking so damn casually to the elevator, and looking so damn fine while doing it. Granted, you had only seen his back, but you had to admit, it was a nice one. As foolish as you felt your compulsion to run after him was, you couldn't help but feel it, simultaneously though, another part of you wanted to hide away in your room all week and never face him again. God, you had almost forgotten how easily he got under your skin.

After your much needed nap, you woke up feeling rested but rather annoyed at the cheerfulness of your alarm's ringtone. A moment of panic set in until your disoriented self remembered where you were, a feeling of dread following soon after.

Sitting up and stretching out your aching body, you realised that, as painful as it was to admit Joe was right - flying would have been a better idea. With your heart and mind set on a hot shower, you grabbed your toiletries and headed to the bathroom.

Once your shower was over, you decided that even though Bea had instructed you to dress nice, you really weren't in the mood for applying the makeup that 'dressing nice' entailed, so you simply pulled your hair into a messy bun and threw on your favorite little black dress and flats.

Once you were thoroughly satisfied with your appearance, you grabbed your phone and room key and headed towards the terrace, opting to take the stairs instead of the elevator.

It was as you bounded off the last step your body collided with that of someone stepping out of the elevator. You hit them with such force that, if they had not reflexively grabbed your shoulders, you would have fallen flat on your ass.

"Woah there!" A deep voice warned, strong hands gripping you tight as you almost tripped over your own shoes.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" You stammered, eyes on your stumbling feet.

"Haha, it's alright!"

There was a moment of silence as you looked up at the man before you, and it wasn't until you locked eyes that you realised you and your fellow collide-e weren't strangers. He may have noticeably more facial hair and laugh lines since you'd last seen him, but you'd recognise that face anywhere.

"Sami?" You spoke in near disbelief, a bright smile forming as your eyes searched his.

"...Y/N?" Sami seemed just shocked as you, his gaze falling to your body, his smile wide.

"Oh my god…" You gushed, one hand covering your mouth as the other instinctively reached out. "You're…you're a man now..."

You almost couldn't believe this man was once the 18 year old boy who'd graciously helped you out of the pool all those years ago.

Without hesitation you extended a finger to gently prod his now overgrown locks, earning a rather bemused chuckle from him.

"Haha!" Little creases formed around his eyes as he revelled in your apparent wonder of the aging process.

You must have looked like a fool standing there gawking at the man, but you just couldn't help it. He looked so different, so mature, and so damn fine.

God, if he looked this good, you dreaded thinking about what Rami looked like now, considering historically, he'd been the one to make your knees weak. Sure, you'd seen Rami on the silver screen, but you knew seeing his real, three dimensional face before you would be entirely different.

"And you are…" He started that sentence without seeming to consider where it may go, opting to punctuate it with a vague gesture to your body and stammered, "You, you look amazing!"

Thankfully, you were wrapped in his tight hug immediately after, so he wasn't able to see your now blushing cheeks.

When he pulled back, he returned your bright smile and asked,

"It's been so long! How have you been?"

Since finding out about Rami? Not so great honestly.

"I'm doing okay I suppose." You nodded, mirroring his long strides as he started walking. "Just working, and trying to find the time to do things I like, which y'know is hard when you work 96 hours a week."

"Woah!" He jerked back his head. " What do you do? If I remember correctly you always wanted to be a nurse."

"Yeah that's exactly what I do, but I'm considering going back to school to become a nurse practitioner."

"You should!" He implored.

"Yeah, we'll see. But what about you? Bea told me you're a teacher?"

"Yeah. It can be such a rewarding job, stressful, but rewarding. Kids can be sweet… sometimes." He rolled his eyes.

You chuckled,

"Haha, sounds just as rewarding as what I do."

A beat passed where you were just walking in silence, save for the sound of your footsteps clacking on the smooth floor.

"And how's your brother? I've seen some of his stuff. He's actually really talented, well I mean I've always known he was ridiculously talented but... I mean.. It's just... Anyway, I thought his portrayal of Freddie was incredible."

"Yeah, it was incredible. He's doing alright. If you remember anything positive about my brother then you know what my concerns are, when he works he really gives it his all and I'm just a little worried that he's gotten in over his head. He'd never admit it because he enjoys his work so much, but I think he sometimes over does it."

"Yes, I do vaguely recall how much effort he puts into his performances. I used to watch him study and would sometimes get roped into running lines with him. Hahahaha... I never was one for acting though."

"Yeah,” he threw back his head, letting out a soft chuckle as continued, “you were a terrible actress. But Rami, he always had the magic. He was actually reading over something for his latest project when I left him to come down here would you believe?."

“Yes. I thought I saw him earlier, but I wasn't sure. I'm surprised the fans haven't descended on him yet. So where exactly is he? I've been anxious to see him again after all these years. "

Anxious being the operative word.

"Oh trust me, his royal highness is probably still preening in the mirror, but he should down soon. He came down to the lobby earlier to talk to Joe but when he came back upstairs, he did mention that heard you'd arrived." he laughed.

"Oh, so he cares that I’ve arrived?" you pressed, raising a brow.

Sami just gave a nonchalant shrug, before responding,

"I don't know hun, but he seemed to be in good spirits after hearing you'd gotten here. He actually wanted to talk to you about something, but given what happened the last time you saw each other, I advised him that it wasn't a great idea."

"God Sami, I was so in love with him, and I just felt like such an idiot from the get go. It was painful how one-sided it ended up being. It took me a long time to move on. After Bea's party I went home and cried like the ridiculously hormonal teenager I was. I don't even want to talk about the failed dinner date fiasco."

"Trust me YN, it... It took him a while to get over what he did. My mom heard about it from Bea which is why he had to apologize to you. Though Bea and I did have bets placed on how badly you'd beat him up, kinda surprised that you didn’t actually."

You can't help but laugh at the memory of a very uncomfortable looking Rami standing in front of you in his mother's kitchen, while an audience of family and friends observed his sad attempt at an apology.

"Haha, Sami you are so right, Jesus, I wanted to smash his pretty face in. But.. I wasn't going to lash out in front of your mom, she's such an amazing woman. I wouldn't want to disappoint her by negatively overreacting to his sad attempt at an apology."

"Trust me, mom gave him a tongue lashing in both Arabic and English. It was... Well... I've never seen her get so upset at my brother over anything girl related before. Not like that anyway." Sami smirked at the memory.

"I am very sorry Sam."

He just laughed again,

"Don't apologize to me. It was far too entertaining."

By the time you two reached the terrace, the bride and groom were just sitting down, so you headed over to the table. Sami pulled your chair out for you and gestured for you to sit, so you took the offered seat. You smiled at him and gave him a thank you, before reaching for the menu. You were mentally debating between steak or chicken when you heard a slight commotion. You looked up in time to see Rami rushing towards table muttering his apologizes for being late.

"Always know how to make an entrance don't you bro." Sami cheekily noted.

"Yeah, yeah..." came Rami's rather cavalier response.

You couldn't help yourself so you chimed in,

"So his royal highness finally decided to grace us with his presence."

You could feel all eyes on you, some with their mouths agape, others just looked slightly shocked. Bea tried to hide her amused smile behind her wine glass and Joe straight out laughed,whether at you or whatever Bea whispered to him you weren’t sure. Rami didn't acknowledge your statement, so you continued on,

"Surprised to see you at all, and I'm even more surprised that you didn't drag your pretty little blonde here with you."

You didn't mean to be so rude, you really didn't, but for some inexplicable reason your brain and mouth couldn't stop spewing venom.

Sami nearly choked on his drink and Joe almost spit his out all over his amused fiancé.

"Oh shit Y/N...shots fired.." came Bea's quiet response, as she slowly took a sip of her wine, her eyes darting back and forth between you and Rami.

"Y/N, please reserve that whit of yours for stuff you actually understand." Rami deadpanned, sounding rather displeased with this topic of conversation. "I’m here now. I apologized for being late, and despite what you may think I was doing, I was actually on a conference call discussing an upcoming project.” He paused, doe eyes staring you down before he frowned and muttered,

“Though I'm not sure why you think I owe you any explanation at all...."

You couldn’t believe his candour, and jerked back your head as you spoke,

"Oh that's right, I forgot we’ve got a big shot Hollywood star with us. You know, winning an Oscar doesn’t give you the right to be a jerk." you spat, words sounding much more venomous than you intended.

"Rami. Y/N." Joe warned, with a hint of amusement in his voice, "I can't believe that this is coming out of my mouth but please, children behave!"

You rolled your eyes, from a technical standpoint you did start it. You glanced back at your menu to continue your internal debate when you heard Rami's voice calling your name.

"Y/N?" Rami asked.

"Yes, Rami?" You avoided his stare, looking over the menu before you.

"Just wanted to say you look good all grown up, especially in that pretty little black dress." He spoke with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

You laughed, knowing he was joking though you couldn't do anything to stop the blush that was spreading across your face - and chest. Feeling incredibly flustered even though you knew he didn't mean a word of it, you decided to respond as maturely as you could. Which apparently was as mature as twelve year old without parental supervision.

"Malek, eat shit." Came your smug response.

"Wow. And here I thought I was being nice giving you a compliment."

Staring him down, you spat,

"Yeah, I'd have believed you, maybe, if you weren't being so sarcastic. "

Before Rami could respond he was cut off by Bea,

"Awwww babe, aren't they cute? It seems as if they are on track for an epic love story like ours. You know guys, sometimes the best love stories start with a mutual hatred of each other. God, I absolutely hated Joe when I first met him and now I can't imagine my life without him."

Bea made googly eyes at Joe who just took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. His voice strained as smiled at her and spoke through mock tears,

“She hated me so much.”

This time it was you who nearly spit out your drink, and Rami nearly choked on the olive he had just popped into his mouth. A coughing fit came from him when Sami smacked his back to help him clear his throat.

"What's the matter Malek, can't handle a bit of teasing? " you stated mostly for the purposes of trying to rile him up a little more. God that man brings out the worst in you, and of course being the fully grown adult you are, you handle it with such great aplomb.

You couldn't hear his response but whatever he said made his brother's eyes go wide for a few moments and was quickly followed by the distinct sound of someone kicking someone under the table.

"Owww!" Rami murmured quietly as you observed him hunched over to rub at the sore spot on one of his gorgeous little chicken legs.

"Serves you right man. That was rude and wildly inappropriate." Sami huffed out of frustration while side eyeing his brother.

Rami smirked in response to his brother and winked at you when he realized you were openly staring at him.

“Just like all those years ago Y/N, it seems you still have a staring problem. I mean, I know I'm gorgeous, or whatever people call me these days, but girl… you just can't help yourself can you?" He teased, tone light and joking.

"Oh Jesus Christ Rami, what the hell?!" Sami scolded as he observed the hurt expression on your face.

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes but, determined not to let the hurt and anger come spilling out in front of him, you grabbed your glass and take a deep pull of whatever liquid was in the cup.

You ended up tuning out the conversation for a while as you reminisced, getting lost in old memories of the four (sometimes five if Sami joined) members of your group doing various activities throughout your youth, smiling to yourself at the memories of his golden skin in the pool. He always did look amazing when he was wet.

Pulling yourself out of your "Rami-daze" you turn your attention back to the bride and groom. Seizing an opportunity in the lull of conversation you asked,

"Soooo… Mozzarella, what are these activities that I was hearing about earlier from Bay-Bea?"

Joe needed little prompting as he and Beatrice launched into the details of all the different things they had planned for the week leading up to their ceremony. So many activities and so little time, but you weren't going to complain. You know how much time and effort had gone into planning this. How many middle of the night frantic phone calls from Bea and Joe wanting your opinion on something or the other. Nobody was allowed to go to sleep until the crisis, whatever it was, had been resolved.

"So we are supposed to be up at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow for what reason?" asked Joe's best man and brother.

"It's a surprise!" Bea exclaimed.

"It's a no from me then." Joe's brother said.

"Oh please your ass can go back to bed after, it's only about an hour of your time." Joe deadpanned.

"Well I'm down for whatever it is." Sami assured.

"Thank you Sami-I appreciate the enthusiasm." Bea smiled.

"So Bea, this group is kind of small tonight, where is everyone?" you inquired.

"Everyone else will be coming in the next couple of days." Joe answered for her.

"What's the dress code for tomorrow morning's festivities?" Rami inquired.

"Comfortable. So no high heels, or mini dresses. I would suggest a light jacket or sweater since it's a little chilly first thing in the morning." Bea advised.

"Awwww Bay-Bea, but I was so totally planning on wearing my LBD and heels in the morning." Joe laughed out.

"Well, I’m not stopping you babe but, I meant more something along the style of casual gym attire." Bea smirked.

"Bold of you to assume that I don't wear mini dresses and heels to the gym." Rami joked.

The laughter that went around the table at Rami's joke eased the mood considerably and you couldn't help but laugh along with everyone else. Rami really was a funny guy.

"See Bay-Bea, Rami understands me." Joe chuckled.

"Fine. Wear what you want. Break an ankle or sustain any sort of injury and I will be pissed off Joseph. And for the love of God, you better not ruin any of my dresses in your attempt to be a clown." Bea scowled at him in her frustration.

Joe pouted and then leaned across the table toward you.

"Since I can't borrow Bea's, Princess can I borrow the black dress you're wearing tonight, for tomorrow morning?"

"Uhhh sure I guess Mozzarella. Not sure if it will fit you though, but I'd most certainly enjoy watching you try."

Joe dramatically clutched his chest .

"Gasssp are you? Are you calling me fat Y/N?!" he stuttered out so dramatically it would put any stage actor to shame.

"Oh stop it. Of course I'm not, it's just. You're taller than I am, and I don't want to see your twig and man berries falling out of my dress. Especially at the ass crack of dawn when I most likely haven't had my daily dose of caffeine yet. " you scoffed.

Bea literally spit out her wine all over the table, Rami choked on his tequila, Sami looked uncomfortable, and Joe's brother laughed so loudly it made you jump at the sudden loudness.

Joe pouted, but you knew it was all an act.

"I love you Joey baby. You're my squishy and I shall call you 'Squishy.'" Bea giggled as she poked Joe in the stomach.

"Bea, what did I say about pet names? " You gagged.

Joe looked so affronted,

"Babe.. Did you just? You just.. You called me fat?"

"No I called you my squishy." She retorted as she leant over to kiss his lips.

"Did you actually quote Finding Nemo Beatrice?" Rami asked.

"Indeed. A cinematic masterpiece. Fight me." Bea giggled again.

This caused another round of laughter to go around the table.

The waitress finally arrived to your table to take everyone's order. You couldn't help the random jealousy that was bubbling up in you as Rami seemed to openly and unashamedly flirt with her.

Once the waitress had everyone's order she disappeared and conversation resumed.

"So Joe, real quick question about the partnered activities, what if my partner isn't here yet?" his brother asked.

"If your partner is not available to assist you for any of the activities then we may have you grouped with another couple." Joe advised to the entirety of the dinner party.

"However, there will be no partner switching unless the activity calls for it." Joe continued as he addressed that last piece to you and Rami. You rolled your eyes in response and highly suspected that Rami was probably doing the same thing.

You barely heard any of the rest of the conversations because your mind was racing with thoughts of Rami. You had no clue where these thoughts were coming from and you weren't exactly pleased that they were occupying so much space in your brain. You cursed your brain and what you thought were long buried feelings you'd had for Rami.

You thought no one had noticed you staring at his reflection in the glass that was behind the opposite side of the table from you, until you noticed his eyes catch yours in the reflection. He gave you a smirk and attempted another wink, but boy, can he NOT wink properly. Still, you found it endearing and rather distracting.

"See something you like Y/N?" Rami suddenly spoke up, a little too loudly.

His voice broke your silent reverie and you almost jumped out of your skin. Feeling the eyes of everyone at the table back on you; your skin flushed a deep red in response. You were embarrassed for having gotten caught so you did the only thing you could think of in that moment; say something stupid.

"Awfully presumptuous of you to assume I was checking you out. I'm pretty sure I was staring at Sami's gorgeousness."

Ramis laugh was loud and infectious, Sami however, just cocked a brow and shook his head. .

"I know I'm gorgeous YN so thank you. I mean him and I are identical so wouldn't it be natural to just assume that I'd be considered as good looking as him?" Sami asks with a small smile and another casual shrug

"Without a doubt Sami, I think you are the better looking of the two of you actually. I mean Rami's smart but he memorizes words for a living, you Sami… you teach the words." you add, while watching Rami's mock outrage in the glass.

Rami opened his mouth to speak but closed it promptly once he realized the waitress was headed toward the table. Actually all conversation ceased when the waitress arrived with everyone's food. The sight of her openly flirting with Rami made your stomach start to turn, especially when he was just as flirty back. It made your stomach feel uneasy but you decided to tuck into your overpriced steak with gusto. You rationalize the fact that he's famous so the attention he receives shouldn't be unexpected but you can't figure out where the jealousy was coming from. He doesn't owe you loyalty and you don't him so why the jealousy?

After dinner, a few people ordered dessert but your uneasy stomach wouldn't allow anything rich to settle. You sat back an observed the occupants of the dinner party. Rami was eating a slice of cheesecake, while Bea was silently enjoying her chocolate cake and simultaneously scowling at Joe who was eating ice cream of all things.

"Joseph I swear, if you forgot your pills I will be NOT be listening to you complain all night during your self induced suffering on the porcelain throne."

"It's alright baby, I promise, I took them already." he beamed at her.

You laughed a little too loudly thanks to the copious amounts of alcohol you had consumed throughout the evening. Moments like these with Joe and Bea were so commonplace and had been happening since they started dating, what seems like a million years ago.

When the waitress came back to the table she handed everyone their individual bills but lingered near Rami. She smiled at him and tried to make casual conversation with him as he handed her his card. She frowned slightly but took it and walked around the table collecting everyone else's various forms of payment.

You noticed the slip sitting in front of Rami that was obviously from the waitress, it had a name and number scrawled in neat handwriting on it. The jealousy made your stomach ache and tears threaten to spill.

You pushed your chair back from the table quickly and took off back towards the elevator bank as fast as you possibly could. You could only pray to God that no one noticed the hot tears of jealousy that started to run down your face. You sure were glad you had decided to forgo makeup tonight but cursed your overly tired drunken brain and body.

Once you'd made it halfway to the elevators is when you remembered that you left your phone and room key on the table outside. No way in hell were you going back, but you angrily pressed the button to summon the elevator anyway.

"Well, shit." you muttered out loud.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard a deep, familiar voice from behind you calling out your name.

"Y/N WAIT!!!"

You spun around to find Sami running toward you, holding your phone and key card in his hand.

"Hey, hun what's wrong?"

"Nothing other than the fact that I'm drunk, stupid and seriously jealous! ”

"Jealous? Of who? The waitress? If that's the case you don't need to be. Rami usually throws them away or puts them, oh God, he'd kill me for telling you this. But he puts some of them in a scrapbook. Once it's full he puts it away. It's weird, but I promise you, he NEVER calls them."

" Sure. Whatever. It's not like he owes me anything. You don't have to tell me all his secrets. I should have expected it since he is super famous now. I am also feeling guilty because I've handled the majority of this evening very poorly; no excuse for how much of a bitch I've been to him." You reasoned.

"He actually wanted to come and apologize to you for goading you all night, but I wouldn't let him. You know my brother better than you think you do, you understand that he's a really good guy. Even as kids though, Y/N, something about you brings out the best and worst in him. For all his intelligence sometimes my brother is a full fledged idiot. His observation skills are excellent unless it's you."

" I remember. I know. Jesus, I just… Ugh. I just.. Fuck Sami, I don't even.." you struggle to find the words you want to say but something about the look on Sami's face tell you that he can understand what you're trying and failing to communicate.

He just offers you a warm hug and a smile.

"It's alright YN. Oh, Bea and Joe were also really concerned for you after your abrupt departure, what do you want me to tell everyone?"

"Thanks Sami, I appreciate this. Just tell them I have a migraine and needed to lie down for a bit. Really Sami, thank you."

"You're very welcome and for the record he actually just burns the scrapbooks once they are full."

You can't help the giggle that comes out of you, because the thought of Rami having scrapbooks full of random phone numbers is hilarious, but the fact that he burns them; it's such a silly thing.

"Sam, I want to believe you about your brother, I just… Yeah… I just… Yeah… Pretty sure that he doesn't truly care, I don't think he ever did.I mean maybe it's the alcohol talking here but it's stupid to hold on to something for twenty years, isn't it? I don't truly believe he ever gave a shit about me. I have told myself he just wanted to pull a prank and I was obviously the easiest target."

Sami opened his mouth to say something at the exact moment a soft ding rang out and the doors to the elevator opened with a metallic whoosh. You stood slightly off to the side to allow the previous occupants to exit before stepping inside.

"Goodnight Sami." You smiled weakly at him.

"Goodnight Y/N."

He opened his mouth to say something, again, but the doors closed with a thud before he could get a word out.

"He likes you more than you can possibly understand." Sami muttered to himself as he began the walk back towards the dinner party.

Once the elevator stopped on your floor, you let out a frustrated sigh. For some reason you really wanted to cry. Something about Rami has always drawn you to him, like a moth to a flame, yet also made you despise him at the same time, and you've never understood why.

Once back in your room you threw yourself onto the bed and screamed into one of the pillows. You laid there staring at the ceiling for a while before drifting off to sleep because when you opened your eyes again it was pitch dark outside and in your room. You couldn't get over the overwhelming feelings of frustration, so you got up and headed out to your balcony. Maybe some fresh air would help.

"Why do I feel cursed?" You pondered out loud, to no one.

"Ever thought that maybe you are?" Came a familiar deep drawling voice on the balcony next door.

Your head whipped around to find Rami casually leaning against the railing of his balcony smoking a cigarette looking, quite frankly, like… sex on legs. The dim light of the balcony cast a halo around his curls. You smiled to yourself at how devilishly handsome he looked in that moment. It should be a sin to look so good, his shirt was completely unbuttoned, untucked and the belt missing from his pants. A cigarette hung from his soft lips as he stared at you, half lidded eyes glistening in the moonlight. You wanted to jump across the balcony and beg him to ravish you like some character from a cheesy Harlequin historical romance. For a moment your eyes meet his and he gave another one of his famous smirks that left your knees weak. You caught sight of his beautiful hands holding his cigarette as he took another drag and then slowly exhaled the gray smoke into the night sky. You shake your head and avert your gaze skyward, trying to empty your head of that particular line of thinking.

"I know I am." He spoke softly.

"Curses are nonsense, superstition and I personally don't believe in them at all."

"Maybe you should start Y/N. In the belief of curses you may find some answers that you may never have believed you were looking for. "

"Why would I do that? And what mystical answers do you think I may possibly be looking for?"

"Maybe there are forces in play that you don't understand. That hell, most of us don't understand. But don't discount the power of believing and the power of a kind of magic. You ever have that feel like you're drawn to someone but can't understand why?"

"Now you are talking absolute crazy Rami. Maybe the answer lies in a simple truth. Attraction. Want. Need. I don't know. Maybe it's just the brain tricking you into believing an illusion. Maybe the answer is just lust." you stated before heading back into your room and slamming the balcony door shut a little more forcefully than intended.

"Oh Y/N, if only you knew. You're my curse as I am yours." Rami quietly uttered before tossing the remainder of his cigarette into the makeshift ashtray on the patio table.

You threw yourself back down onto your bed with a heavy sigh. You had no idea how Rami could go from being a complete prick to whatever that hell that just was; shaking your head because he actually wasn't being a prick, he was just being Rami. You tried to turn on the TV for whatever late night bullshit would be playing but found nothing satisfactory. You picked up your phone and tried scrolling through your various social media apps but still nothing caught your interest. Your mind was swirling with too many thoughts that were leaving you feeling a number of ways. God, how can that man leave you feeling so irritated and horny at the same time?

Deciding to give up on trying to distract yourself, you aimed for sleep. With your mind still swirling with visions of Rami looking like a disheveled sex God, along with thoughts of curses, sleep managed to find you all too easily. You gave into the tug willingly as you felt yourself go under its spell.

Two days since the unexpected happened and here you were about to make love to him for the first time. Two days since you were told the story of his family curse, which isn't really a curse to you, more of a blessing. And two days of being invisibly tied to the man you've known since you had turned eighteen, was the only man you've ever wanted.

Warm and safe, with your hand still stuck in your soon to be lovers as he gently guides you down onto his bed. Fear, excitement, and lust coursing through your body, you can't wait for what's to come. It had been a long two days of preparing for this exact moment.The moment of complete soul bonding. The moment when both of you would finally be able to physically claim each other as your own, which would release your temporary invisible bindings, but would leave a permanent physical mark as a reminder as well as the permanent markings on your souls.

You look up into those beautiful eyes of his, darkened with lust in the low light of his bedchamber. His olive skin appearing a glowing gold as he positioned himself between your thighs.

"I've never done this before." you murmured, heart pounding with excitement and nervousness.

"I know Y/N, but I would never intentionally hurt you. You are my soulmate, the one made just for me just as I was for you."

"I love you, I have my whole life even if I never understood it, please just love me now." You begged, as you felt his hard member against your thigh.

"Always." He moaned out as he slowly pushed into you.

You cried out at the sudden burning, stretching pain that shot through you, but once he was fully inside of you; his hips stilled waiting for you to get used to the feel of him for the first time. After a few moments the painful feeling passed and feeling brave you bucked your hips against his as you moaned at the sudden pleasure the movement brought.

"Oh my love you feel so good." he murmured against your neck as he slowly began to move, his damp curls clinging to his forehead.

If you hadn't been unable to use your hands because they were still locked together, you would have clawed at his back urging him to continue moving.

"Please. Please. Love me." you whined out, your eyes meeting his.

Your lips crashed together with a passion you've only heard whispers of until now.

You wrapped your legs around his waist which changed the position of your hips into one allowing him deeper access to all of you. You were panting and moaning with every movement of his hips against yours, and it wasn't long before you felt an unfamiliar feeling beginning to form in your belly. Before you could register what was happening, you were seeing stars as you began screaming out his name.

"Oh my love. My love. I love you, I love you, I love you." He cried out before you felt his hot seed painting your inner walls.

It was shortly after that you realized that you were able to pull your hands apart, but you both chose not to. Instead, you chose to stay as you were, all wrapped up in skin.

"I love you Y/N. I have for years and will always. When our time on this earth ends just know my soul will always find yours in every life after this one."

You smiled against his warm skin as you readjusted your positions in bed, never letting go of each other's hands.

"I love you too. Forever and always."

You awoke with a start, heart pounding and with a dull aching wet feeling between your thighs. Awareness of your surroundings left you feeling confused momentarily as you had just been in some ancient place that you were unfamiliar with. You could still smell the incense, fire, and sweat mingled with the unmistakable scent of sex. Hell, if you were honest you could almost still feel your dream lovers cum between your legs, slicking your thighs and the weight of his body still on top of yours.

Confusion wracked your brain at the realization that the man who had just made love to you in your dream, you were more than certain was Rami. The thought was a little disconcerting, especially because you've never recalled ever having a wet dream like that before. Everything felt so vivid and real.

This isn't the first time you've a Rami centric dream, for as long as you could remember, at least once a year you've had vivid dreams where he was the main star. Your Rami dreams only became more intense after your eighteenth birthday.

Feeling restless you decided to take a shower and afterwards decided to go for a little walk in the gardens of the hotel. Once again you felt like a little fresh air might help you clear your head.

THE PRESENT

"Rami, seriously what the hell is going on? What do you mean 'I'm stuck with you'?" the tears that had formed moments ago began to fall down your cheeks.

You look back and forth between the two brothers, neither willing to meet your gaze.

"Sami why do your brother and I need to talk? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SOMEONE START GIVING ME SOME INFORMATION NOWWWW!" you yelled through the tears.

Rami tried to pull you into a hug to offer comfort but you pushed him away. He chuckles again before quietly suggesting that the two of you go into one of your rooms. You nodded slowly in understanding before reaching into your bra with your free hand to remove your card key.

"Hey you two just remember that if you need some more information mom's room is just down the hall. You could always go talk to her." Sami states.

"Not now Sam, it's almost two in the morning but if Y/N has further questions we'll go talk to her. I'm pretty sure that I know all the pertinent information. You should try and get more sleep we'll see you in the morning." Rami addressed his brother, before following you into your room.

As soon as the door slammed shut, you whirled around on Rami aggressively,

" Look, I'm fucking tired and I'm irritated so just tell me why the fuck my hand is stuck in yours!"

"This isn't a quick story Y/N, it is going to take some time to tell, and you may have additional questions. So, you might want to try to get comfortable."

"No! Not until you give me some answers! Fuck, just.. just give me the cliff notes version then..." you demanded with narrowed eyes.

"Short version Y/N, I'm your soulmate and you are mine. Remember when I told you earlier that I was cursed?"

You nod for a moment, recalling the details of the conversation that happened a few short hours ago. The confusion must have been evident on your face because Rami reached up to cup your cheek. You pushed him away just as a laughing fit hit you.

"Insanity. That's what this is, it's insanity. Jesus, I'm losing my fucking mind. If I pinch myself I'll wake up from this-this whatever the hell this is." You laughed out, unable to hold back, the laughter not subsiding until your sides hurt and tears were streaming down your face.

Once you calmed down from your laughing fit, you looked up at Rami's face and found it looking rather serious.

"Rami please tell me this is a joke?!"

"No. This is not a joke. I wanted to tell you about this before we found ourselves in this situation, but, here we are. Y/N, this is in fact very real. You need to listen to me now, because if certain things don't happen within a certain time period, one or both of us may die. This is a curse that has plagued my family for thousands of years."

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ryouverua · 5 years

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Trial 5 - Post-Execution

Investigation 1 / 2 - second half is where I put my own theories that I penned before playing the trial.

Trial: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8

Pre-Execution

;’’’) That’s a good look on you, Monokuma.

what this no i’m not crying you’re crying shUT UP

Have any other executions ended with the corpse literally landing in front of them in the trial room? I feel like this is a first???

uUM

K.... K1-b0? Buddy? Are - uh - are you okay? You’re looking a bit.... ?????

A-ARE YOU THOUGH -

Uh, okay??? So I want to go over Kaito’s execution and be upset about his death and everything but suddenly, this? This came out of nowhere??? also skldfj they took the ahoge off his sprite too omg

Crap I badly want to mourn Kaito for a while and yeah this is taking away from that but I don’t exactly want to not address K1-b0 literally BSoD-ing in front of us -

Oh! Gloating! I’m good for gloating too. Rub it in his face, Sweetcheeks. You’ve got my full backing here.

Normally I’m against kicking someone while they’re down but KICK HIM! KICK KICK KICK! I’m so down for this collective group smack-down.

Man, this Monokuma has been so much less in control and emotional than the previous Monokumas. I mean, the competition is pretty stacked - last Monokuma was literally the god of his world and an omniscient being that pervaded their entire ecosystem with one exception - but between throwing up a second motive in the first chapter, getting ‘overthrown’ by Monodam ** (even if he ‘went on vacation’ and this entire chapter, this ^ guy is barely hanging on by his teeth.

** I just realized the whole ‘Monodam takes over the killing game’ may have been bloody foreshadowing for this chapter sdlkfj

Monodam even got pushed to his limit for all of a whole chapter/killed two Monokubs and even though Kokichi didn’t directly kill them, he does have Gonta and Miu’s aka two classmate’s blood on his hands even with the most charitable look at chapter 4′s events before both Monodam and he ultimately take actions to end their own lives

this has been another mini-episode of ‘I read into things too much’

ANYWAY quietly skips over everything but the most pertinent Monokub dialogue, don’t mind me ~

Who would though, at this point? .... K1-b0, depending on what’s going on with him right now?

Shuichi is so pumped up thanks to Kaito and Kokichi’s teamwork! This has to be what Kaito was hoping for. Kokichi probably wanted to win the trial in its entirety, though...

Something about him saying ‘you’re certainly entitled to your opinion’ is incredibly grating and hilarious. It’s so.... passive-aggressive and banal? So un-Monokuma? I feel like behind the plushie, someone is pouting with their arms crossed tightly and just grumbling to themselves. They can’t even muster up a whole ~despair~ rant right now.

SWEETCHEEKS SWORE :O

I want to make a fun reference to Saimota but then I remember Kaito’s corpse is still warm on the ground a few feet away from them and I cry

LMAO IT SWITCHED TO A SILENT K1-B0 IMMEDIATELY AFTER....

K1-b0 isn’t about to like... become a killing game enforcer or something??? Like, completely flip his switch? fml this silence is dangerous

blah blah blah monokubs do their ‘cute’ schtick and I get tired of it, anyway -

oh great, it’s the sprite I blocked out of my brain up to this point

DID MONOPHANIE JUST DRAG ME

Please put away the tongue when they leave ffs

Aaah damn it, here comes the hammer. D:

Participant......... and then he mentioned about it going on for a long time, so.... a cycle...??? If Rantaro is repeating it, does that mean they’re all repeating it...??? The same sets of personalities/memories/talents, in new bodies every time or something - ? Is that an idea I should follow -

FFFF DID MONOKUMA JUST FLASH US

YES, PUN FULLY INTENDED SOMEONE HAS TO MAKE THOSE JOKES IN MIU’S ABSENCE

yeah hilariously while I was starting to think more about his statements Monokuma literally surprised me just like he surprised Shuichi and the rest of them lmao

Meanwhile Sweetcheeks is just twitching beside her, possibly even foaming at the mouth -

YEAH WHERE’S THE NEXT SET OF MEMORIES, BUDDY

anyway he talks about despair and hope again, I glare at the yellow text with tired resignation, etc

It really does sound like it’s something that’s repeating when he puts it like that, right??? And with Rantaro’s video - what is this, a test simulation of the gopher project or something?

Another wild theory appears - the original students with the talents Makoto/Hope’s Peak wanted to preserve, or for whatever reason digitized their memories/personalities/talents (think Gonta Alter-Ego) died - or were ‘hunted down’ aka the Ultimate Hunt - and in their place they pick up 16 ordinary kids to give them to, possibly by force. Or hell, maybe not, if Rantaro remembers and said something like ‘you wanted this’, though wasn’t that in regards to the killing game??? And then... they set up a simulation? Maybe? To test their viability? .... The question is who introduced Monokuma to the whole thing. Is that part of the test, or was that the cult sneaking in... and if the students really are ‘easily replaceable’, are they just picking up new ordinary kids as replacements? Are they looking for an outcome where they can defeat Monokuma? If this is a simulation, does it operate under the same rules as the NeoWorld program, where they die in real life?

Eeh... not sure how I feel about this. It feels like it has holes still. 8′D

ffffffff

!!!!!!

Aaaaw....

I mean I think we knew after the deductions in the first chapter but yes, mastermind confirmed - ! And -

WHAT

N O

W H A T

please go away

I-I MEAN... YOU REALLY DON’T.... HAVE TO...

BANGS HEAD AGAINST WALL

asdlkfjsdl why junko WHY MUST YOU BE BACK

So I was going to put this at the end of the post but then A LOT OF STUFF happened at the end of the chapter and it... doesn’t really fit there....

Okay... t-there is a second option. I mean, Junko could really be back for the third (fourth? do Shiro/Kurokuma in UDG count?) time and I really hope that isn’t the case fff - but ‘Junko’ facing away from us for a reason, right? Which means it could be someone dressed as her, right? Even if it did sound like her seiyuu...

But out of everyone left, assuming this isn’t happening at the exact same time/immediately after the trial... well, I mean, out of everyone alive, two people could be in Junko-dress right now, right? Both Maki and Tsumugi could fit, and considering we haven’t gotten to look at Tsumugi at all and her talent... I’m heavily leaning towards her.

..... except.................. cospox though. Crap. Hmm....

I think... I could maybe follow up on some of the speculating I made in this post? About Junko being elevated to a larger-than-life figure in history? Maybe there’s some leeway in there, in the same way that we have historical figures that end up being featured prominently in fiction, or even become warped/satirized in various ways because they’re so removed from us in our current time... and perhaps Junko has become more than a person in that same way, or even more than that, a title/role that can be inherited and passed down? Is it possible to get around cospox that way? It would fit in with her early Chapter 1 comments - let me see if I can dig them up from my old posts - ah this one, here, if you want to look at it. i also am totally into what she’s saying if you’re wondering why I remember this so well lmao

If she is from the cult... and this is a parallel to Angie, who constantly spoke about being a conduit for Atua’s message, Korekiyo, who was just a vessel for his sister according to himself, and Kaito, who literally acted in Kokichi’s place............. maybe....... this could work........... ????

...... except I don’t know if it’s enough of a stretch to get around this. I MEAN. MAYBE IT IS. MAYBE. I could just be stretching reeeeeeally far in order to avoid an inevitable Junko returning. maybe i just want to see the power of the ultimate cosplayer since it’s a hobby so dear to my heart idek

Whelp it doesn’t matter the scene is moving on without me anyway so 8′D

FUCK NO MORE TRAINING TIME OR TRAINING JOKES OR STUPID TITLES FOR THE TRAINING POSTS THIS IS THE WORST TIMELINE

Man I really love the close connections Shuichi has to people in this game. Maybe that’s why I’ve been enjoying it so much? He recognizes his classmates and what they have to offer, sure - but he’s a regular kid. He’s got his favoured connections, and the people whose deaths he feels more powerfully than the others, and the reactions he has to everything around him... well, maybe that’s my own bias because they really resonate with me. I don’t usually have much of an interest for audience surrogate characters (I don’t dislike them, I just, you know, don’t adore them or anything) but - and I know now that this is a divisive topic - I really like Shuichi’s personality. I really do. And I think he has one. He’s a quiet guy - he keeps most of his thoughts on the inside - and I get that for a lot of people, quiet = no personality, but the way he has responded to a lot of the situations that have come up previously have both been different than what I’m used to seeing from ‘protagonist’ characters and, erm, pretty... familiar to me personally and that has been a bit of a shock tbh. seriously what’s with this - same birthday, same blood-type, same hobbies, likes and dislikes, same Best Boy, etc....

I’m not sure where this tangent is going tbh, but I guess I’m sorta gearing up for next chapter? We don’t have many people left to work with. 8′D Kaito’s gone, Kokichi is gone, and all we have left are a collection of differing quiet personalities. It’s going to be very, very different, that’s for sure.

“Oh yeah I forgot this turned into a group activity like, three sessions in.”

“I mean, you did too by poisoning them both, but that’s neither here nor there.”

I am being a bit harsh on her though - to her credit, she seemed initially confused about why he was blaming himself (despite him repeating all the things she said to him during the beginning of the trial). There’s no one left to connect them now and she seems to have realized that - they’re going to have to finally do the heavy work themselves.

Like Chapter 4 Maki, I feel like she’s speaking in that same roundabout way she did when asking about Shuichi’s interest in Kaede. “Are you lonely too?” or even, “do you need someone to talk to/be with who understands how you feel?” She still has a lot of trouble being forthright but it’s great that she’s taking the initiative, especially after her earlier confession.

I hate to say it, but I think Shuichi may have ended up in a similar state as Ryoma after Chapter 1 if he was left spinning his own wheels...

Solidarity. 8′/

!!!

For all the things that he did... fml I can’t think of anything better. He spent so much of his time trying to bring you both out of your shells!

I wonder if Shuichi is including his entire class in there. It was only a few days ago that Kokichi said he considered them all friends too. Also Korekiyo hilariously enough

omg they’re still so painfully awkward but it’s so sad and relatable and they’re trying to start building a bridge without Kaito acting as their support...

Ooh! This is the first time they’ve been approached aside from Tenko in Chapter 3, right?

Aaaw he’s so happy to see them. 8′)

YES!!! New team training! New team training!

Yes this is exactly what they need to do after the trial! They need to stick together! ... Now where the hell is K1-b0???

quietly skips over Tsumugi telling us we won’t lose to despair because I am stubbornly clinging to the time before hope/despair was brought back up -

- Sweetcheeks why

so much goddamn hope

But I’ll allow it because it’s leading to an overdue cheesy friendship speech and after the tragedy of chapter 5 I need that right now.

Though... hm. I was sort of hoping Shuichi and Maki could hash out some of her actions in the last trial, or Maki would offer some kind of apology. Would that have happened if they weren’t interrupted?

Yeeessss new image! I love it! Also lmao Himiko maybe you’d manage to finish one if you took the big bulky hat off...

Good - a commitment to keep living is important, especially from Shuichi. Now the majority of you are carrying someone’s wish, huh... except Tsumugi, unless you count Gonta maybe. I figure Miu could count for K1-b0, though I guess that’s a bit of a stretch too?

fuck my heart had been ripped out and stomped on, especially with the flashback to third chapter training:

.... See you, Space Cowboy.

Now fade to bla -

..... Huh.

I’m glad one of you is concerned after what happened. 8′/ I’ll excuse Shuichi and Maki because they have every right to be distracted by grief but between you and Himiko you couldn’t keep an eye on him?

Because seriously, none of them know where he is. And there is no way that’s a good thing.

BUT SOLIDARITY!!! also robophobic!!!

Well that’s an ominous way to end the chapte - oh never mind it’s not over??? What, three ‘epilogues’ this time? Not that I’m complaining because I’m happy to extend the trial for as long as necessary but jeez -

K.... K1-b0???

It was lost after the accident??? So it wasn’t just programming... a... a transmission then? So it really was some sort of antenna...

Wait that makes it sound like you weren’t just using it for guidance but actually being controlled by it?!

More hope and despair references -

Music change???

Wait, dude, what do you mean by that -

What

WAIT WHAt ARE THOSE TURBOBOOSTERS

HE CAN FLY?!?!

UM EXCUSE ME WHERE DID THIS COME FROM

Kokichi was dying to see all of these cool functions and only now when he’s literally dead do you show them off? RUDE

WAIT WHAT THE FUCK K1-B0 THERE ARE STILL LIVING STUDENTS DOWN THERE

MISSILES TOO -

OH WOW UM OKAY THIS WAS NOT THE QUIET CONTEMPLATIVE END-OF-CHAPTER SCENE I THOUGHT WE’D BE GETTING DEAR LORD

dON’T YOU ‘END TITLE’ CARD ME, GAME

a;sdlkfja

i forgot this

happened at the end of the

chapter

oh god

skldfj

ugh, ghghhgh

cool thanks sweetcheeks and I will cherish this forever,,,

...

assuming he survives long enough to

#Ryou plays drv3 #Shuichi Saihara #Maki Harukawa #Kiibo #Keebo #K1-b0 #Kaito Momota #spoilers #drv3 spoilers #Himiko Yumeno #Tsumugi Shirogane

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solani-and-ashe · 6 years

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Mer-husband

Personal fill- @ WillowWish64 “Now, what are you doing?” Aquois looked to her lover, who was busy sorting various mollusks in a tidepool by the cove they had made their home. It was a cozy place, the cave offering shelter from storms and with the sun that would light it during the day. Nothing so fabulous as the life she’d left behind, but much better than the life intended for her.

“I am trying to encourage them to grow faster.” He muttered, lifting the woven grass mat where the shellfish rested. She found it interesting how he would ‘grow’ clams and muscles in the tidepools, but didn’t bother much. Food was food, and having something so close at hand was always helpful. She’d even made a little fence so they’d not be washed away!

“I don’t think moving them will change anything.” He huffed, looking up at her with amused eyes. “Moving always helps to make things grow. At least in the water.” He held out a hand for her and smiled when she took it. Mehtab was an attentive lover and man, much better than her prospects on land and, he was easily swayed with a batting of her eyes.

“You’re in a mood.” She mentioned. “Can I ask why?”

Mehtab’s face twisted, uncertainty clear. If there was any downside, it was that he was not always forthright in his emotions.

“I want you.” It was a simple statement, but it never failed to make color flare in her cheeks.

“It’s been two days.” He growled, pulling her out into the waters. “And my little lover has been neglecting me.” Aquois scoffed, slapping his shoulder. “I have done no such thing!” Mehtab’s sigh was heavy as he sank under the waves, pulling her with him. “I have been wishing you would get... needy. Aggressive in your want of me as I feel for you.” Needy he was, often puling her into the water to caress her and touch her, even if for just a ten minutes or so.

“Oh-“ She whispered, understanding dawning on her. He was really terrible at telling her what went on inside his head sometimes.

“I’m sorry Mehtab.” She said, sincere. He was affectionate, and usually pulled her under the waves so they might sleep beside each other. “I did not know that you wanted me to be um-“ She blushed at his grin, “vocal.”

“I like you vocal.” He growled, a deep rumbling coming from his chest, tickling her. “Lets everyone know how happy I make you.” That made her blush darken considerably.

“Shall I please you little wife?” She squirmed at the pet name. She was supposed to be married, and by all intentions, she was- to him.

“I adore the way you squirm when I play with you so.” His deep growl did something for her, and she pulled herself closer to his chest, knowing how much he liked it when her breasts were against him

“You’re a terrible tease.” She admonished him, lacking any heat to her words. His tounge ran up her neck, making her shiver in the water.

“You love it.”

Spinning so she was under him, he held her by her hips as she laced her hands behind his neck, allowing herself to be guided by him and the slow movements of his powerful tail fin. His eyes were intense, and when she first became his lover, she would shy from them, but now, she just blushed at the hungry way he looked at her, noting how he was fixated on her chest. Smiling she reached up behind her, undoing the knot that kept the silk top from falling and exposing her chest. Under the water however, the silk only served as a distraction her breasts visible through the soft fabric.

“Mmm, my mate is sweet on me.” A kiss on her nose, Aquois giggled. He was a charmer sometimes. “May I?” He was so polite too- damnibly slow when she felt her own budding desire growing ever stronger the longer he stared at her.

“Please.” She arched her back, offering up what she knew he wanted. And like she predicated, Mehtab bent, mouth fastening around her nipple before he began to suckle. He was always fascinated with her breasts, and never seemed to not want to fondle them.

Gasping as she arched a bit more, she was rewarded with a soft nip to her areola, tongue quickly moving to sooth the small pink mark. In the cool sea, his warm mouth and tongue were a pleasurable contrast, and he took his time with each breast. Pulling it with his teeth ever so gently, flicking it back and forth as she mewled, wiggling when he sucked hard, making her away of just how sensitive they were. By the time he was done, they were flushed with blood, tiny marks of his attentions lingering. They’d be gone in a few hours, but until then they were a dirty little reminder of just what Mehtab did to her under the waves.

“Stop-“ She meekly pushed back at him as he moved to resume his attentions to her chest. Aquois knew if she let him, he’d play with them all day, and, leave them exceptionally tender and sensitive well into tomorrow. “Too much?” He asked, moving so they were upright in the water, her legs quickly moving to wrap around his hips for stability.

“I want to be able to put my top on later.” The lusty grin was not lost on her.

“haven’t I told you, you look best dressed in nothing but strings of pearls and gems. Easy to move out of the way, and, you look like a goddess.” She smiled softly, preening under his compliment. “Says the man with no god.” “Why would I? I have you do I not?” Another compliment sent her heart twittering.

Her shark love was no content with simple verbal affections, his hand snaking from her hip to her backside, fingers kneading the soft flesh of her ass.

“Hmm.” She knew the dark look in his eyes.

“You’re depraved.” She knew she’d still let him, still say yes.

“Yet you like it.” And she did. Oh she really did. But-

“Think we can try-“ She hardly could believe the words leaving her mouth. “Both at once.” “We do that already.” He pouted, thinking no doubt of how he would fill both her cunt and her ass at once, a thing no human man might offer her.

“I mean… both your cocks-“ The hum was back, Mehtab’s face split into a wide grin. “Both of my cocks where love?” She didn’t want to say it. “Come on, let me hear it.” He crooned. “I want to hear you talk filthy.”

Aquois let it out, shaking with anticipation at the idea.

“In my… pussy.” The groan that left her lover was loud, no doubt it would have scared off any nearby fish. “I love it when you are dirty.” It was just a word, but it excited him greatly, evident by the wtin cocks emerging from their sheath. While Aquois was not exactly an expert on male anatomy, she knew well enough that her lover was well endowed, and the racier women back home would have said. He was thick enough that when they coupled she always felt a certain fullness and enjoyed the way he made her feel. She also knew that the shape of him was no entirely humanlike, bumps and ridges running along the twin shafts, which only aided her pleasure.

“See something you like?” Mehtab teased, pushing her closer to his growing erections.

“I’m not entirely naked you know.” He grunted. Then she felt silk falling off her hips.

“Mehtab!” She yelped, noticing the smug look on his face.

“I will get you more- better ones.” A tug at the scrap, her bare sex was exposed, the heat of her right against his cool skin- and his own warm cocks.

“You have never taken both in one hole.” He said causally, making her twist in lusting shame. “So you must relax my love.” His fingers ran through her hair, rubbing her scalp. “Trust your mate.”

She nodded, wrapping her arms around him as he moved their bodies, the thick oily substance his cocks leaks coating him, and when they rubbed up and down her slit, coating her as well.

“You’re so hot.” He purred, that vibrating felt in her own chest, pressed so close to him. “Are you ready?” He kissed her neck, emitting that low growl from his chest she so loved feeling. “Yes-“ A gentle lift up, then a slow glide down, he was careful with her, the first cock easily finding her, while the second was left to prod under, having missed it’s target. Yet Mehtab persisted, lowing her down his shaft, humming as she did so. Not that she was without sound, feeling him enter her and fill her never ceased to be wonderful, from the initial stretch to the soft pull of her widening to accept him and his length, she loved the way he made her feel.

“Oh-“ Her sigh left bubbled floating to the surface. “That’s so good-“ Her face pressed to his nack, enjoying the soft way they rocked together in the water.

“Hold onto me little wife.” She moaned, flexing her muscles around him, rewarded with his groan. “I’ll need my hands for this.” Wrapping her arms and legs around him tighter, she clung to him as he reached down, grabbing his second cock and rubbing the tip against her already filled cunt.

“Mehtab-“ She whined as he pushed at her, the tip nudging it’s way in alongside it’s twin.

“Too much-“

“Ssh little wife, you are doing just fine. Relax, let your mate take care of you.” He was slow, rubbing at her opening until it was coated in the slick oily substance he produced.

“Relax.” He kissed her, slowly trying a second time. This time, the head managed to slip in, but the rest was slow to follow.

“You’re taking me so well love, I’m inside you- just a little more.” She pushed down slowly, using her body to help guide him in. “That’s it, you can take it. You want to- I know you will adore how it feels. You’re so good. Such a perfect, pretty wife. Sweet and kind. So helpful and good. So good. My perfect little wife. My dear Aquois.” His praise helped her, made her moan softly into his ear as she relaxed the last inched of his second cock slipping into her core.

The sensation was so new- she’d never been so filled, had her body stretched so wide. Dazed from the soft rocking of his hips as he carefuly worked her, she leaned back, looking down to where they were joined. Both of his cock, snuggling filling her, and as she watched them slowly go back and forth, filling her to the moan she was helpless but to whimper, to pulled away, leaving her desperate for more.

“Mehtab-“ Aquois whined, pulled herself close once more, lips pushed against his as she demanded her kiss from him. Tongues danced in each other’s mouths as her lover worked her open, rocking until he was able to begin thrusting, cocks hitting her in places she’d never felt his touch before.

“Just-“ Her moan was loud. “Just like that- Oh, oh.” Biting her lip got a growl of warning.

“Make your sounds; I want to hear how happy I make my wife, how good she feels, how she likes it with my cocks inside her.” Aquois was certain she wouldn’t have become so vocal if Mehtab hadn’t run his dirty mouth. The second he became vulag she wailed, his cocks pushing deep and making her tremble with how well they felt rubbing along her walls.

“Yes- my little wife, taking my cocks- you saw didn’t you? How tightly you take me, both of them in this wet cunt, you relish the feeling of being filled up with me. Of your husband fucking you.”

That did it for her. Calling himself her husband just set off her orgasm, crying out loudly under the crashing waves as she came on him. Her body tensed, cunt rhythmically milking him, trying to coax him to his own release. He grunted, bouncing her up and down to prolong her pleasure,

“Mehtab- Mehtab, please-“ She started begging him when he pushed her to a second orgasm, and when she started doing so, he gnashed his teeth, losing all pretense of a gentle lover, fucking her like she was his whole world.

“Tell me what you want.” He grunted. “Say it!” She howled, arms wrapped tight around his neck as she wailed into his ear. It was too much stimulation, he pussy was too full, stretched too wide- she couldn’t possibly take more, take anything else.

“Say what you want!”

“Oh god- Cum! Please, please cum!” She came a second time, screaming, her voice echoing against the rocks towards the shore.

He moaned, low and erotic, the sudden rush of hot sticky cum sudden against her insides, make her keen with carnal delight. He pumped her as he came, sending his seed as deep as he could, as if he might mark her from the inside.

It was too much, and with both cocks inside her, she could feel the creamy white leak leaking out, coloring the water where they were joined. As she throbbed and he moaned, they slowly began to float, her rest against his chest, helpless yet contented when they broke the surface, both of his softening lengths still deep inside her.

“You were wonderful Aquois.” He crooned, fingers running through her hair. “So brave.” Soft kisses decorated her face as she slowly lifted herself off of him, moaning at the gaping loss she felt when they parted. The sticky oil and cum mixed, yet, from experience, it would wash off soon in the water.

“That was-“ She collapsed onto his chest.

“That was lovely.” Mehtab chuckled, kissing her again, the slow languid type of kiss he knew she liked best.

“I am glad I make you happy my sweet wife.” She smiled against his skin, muttering. “It is more than sex that makes me happy.” He still heard her.

“True, but it is a very pleasing thing for us both.” She blushed as his hands ran up and down her back. It was so soothing yet also charmingly erotic, if there was such a thing.

“You owe me some bottoms.” She said, recalling what he’d done.

There was that look in his eyes. “How about you wear nothing but your jewelry for the rest of the day?” It made her squirm under his gaze, knowing he’d watch her the whole time admiring, trying to seduce her back into the sea and his arms.

“Or.” She looked up at him under her eyelashes. “I could wear nothing at all.”

She was given that happy rumble, and a dozen more kisses for her teasing.

#Aquois #Mehtab #mermaid #original work #WillowWish64

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thenerdintheattic · 6 years

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Byron and the rock star

Fandom : Doctor Who (new!who and eda)

Characters : Eight, Twelve, Fitz and Bill

Pairing : Eight/Fitz

Warning : none that I’m aware of tbh

Words :5 253

Note : so a couple of days ago I started obsessing with Eight and Twelve starting a band together because why not? Due to severe boredom at work, I’ve had a lot of time to write, so there it is : the Doctor kicking time regulations in the nuts to start a band with himself. I’m not really sure about characterisation. I think Bill is okay, but I haven’t written about Eight in a long time and don’t think I ever wrote about Twelve. Also, English is not my mother tongue, so please feel free to let me know if you see any grammar/spelling/vocab mistakes, I’m always in for improving :)

“Doctor, hmm … this doesn’t look like 21st century London.” The Doctor went out of the TARDIS, sniffed the air and took a look around. “Ah. Yes. I see. It’s because it’s not London. We’re in Bristol.” “Bristol?” Fitz Kreiner turned around to sweep with his eyes the place they had arrived to. The TARDIS had landed in some sort of peculiar circus. It was the centre of a massive roundabout and one could cross the street circling it by using four tunnels going in four different directions. In front of Fitz a double-decker had been painted in green and was now used as a burrito restaurant. All around, people were skating and playing football, or just crossing from one tunnel to another while a group of young people was tagging a wall. Actually, the walls surrounding the place were covered in graffiti, an explosion of colours and shapes, the heart of the artistic centre of Bristol. “We may not be in London, but we’re definitely in the 21st century.” The Doctor announced rather proud with himself. Fitz thought that it was not that far away from where and when they had planned to go after all. “This is the St James Barton Roundabout. Also known as the Bear Pit.” “The Bear Pit? Odd name” The Doctor looked up and Fitz followed his gaze. Right behind them was a massive statue of a black and white bear. Fitz took a step back to see it better. He could not really realise how big it was but he felt slightly uncomfortable looking at it. He turned around and started to walk towards the entrance of the nearest tunnels. He stopped when the Doctor called him but did not come back to him. “I’m going to explore!” he glowed at him. “Are you coming?” “Start without me, I’ve got to check something in the TARDIS. And be careful!” He shrugged and left him. The Doctor always had something to check with the TARDIS. Fitz loved his Doctor and he knew that his friend felt the same. But their relationship was far from being normal. How could it be when the two of them were travelling in time and space in a police-box shaped time machine? But Fitz loved him anyway, despite his strangeness, his flaws and fragility. He loved him because he was the sweetest man he had ever encountered and also, because the Doctor needed him, he needed Fitz to take care of him as much as Fitz needed the Doctor. And when the Doctor was too alien or Fitz was too human, Fitz would remember that it did not matter because he was worth any trouble. He exited the tunnel and went up a flight of stairs. He arrived in a busy street, probably the city centre. He followed the crowd, marvelling at the fashion sense of the people around him. When he got tired of so much promiscuity, he abandoned the crowd and turned right. He ended up in another busy street with even more shops. But it did not matter. He went inside one shop and tried on a couple of hats. He was admiring himself in a mirror and wondering if the Doctor would like it when he noticed her reflection. His curiosity picked, he turned around. She was behind him, looking at some clothes. Taking advantage of the fact that she had not noticed him yet, he detailed her. She was tall and wearing jeans with a yellow jacket that made her dark skin look even more beautiful. As she was focusing on another piece of clothing, she smiled. That’s when he decided to come and talk to her. “Hi there, gorgeous.” He smiled and winked when she turned towards him. She stared at him in complete bewilderment before starting to laugh. “Are you talking to me?” she asked with no trace of aggressiveness. “I don’t see anyone else as remarkable as you.” She looked around, clearly amused. “Sorry mate. I’m not really interested.” She took a step closer to him, as if she was going to tell him a secret. “I’m not into guys.” Fitz smiled broadly, almost relieved. Flirting was a second nature for him and checking out a pretty girl or a handsome guy would always be his first instinct. But he also knew that he would not act upon it. Not anymore. He usually did not get much anyway out of his pitiful attempt at seducing people, but even if it did work, he would simply pay the lady or the man a drink and disappear. There was only one person in Fitz’s heart and bed. “That’s totally cool. I wasn’t really interested in you either.” She frowned and crossed her arms with a predatory smile. “I know that I just blew you off but that’s not very nice to hear all the same.” He raised his hands apologetically. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to offend you. I do find you hot, but there’s already someone.” She raised an eyebrow. “I see… And how does she feel knowing that you flirt with other girls?” “He doesn’t notice most of the time. And when he does, well, he doesn’t mind.” The second eyebrow rose. He shook his head and they both smiled at each other. Fitz liked that girl, there was nothing sexual there, but he had the feeling that they could become very good friends. “I’m Fitz, by the way.” “Bill.” They fell silent, as if everything had been said. As Fitz was still staring at her, Bill looked away. The guy seemed dorky but she liked him. She could tell he was a bit of a loser but instead of pitying him, she felt close to him. She, too, was usually struggling to flirt with girls and she kind of recognized herself a bit in him. “I know we’ve just met and I’m totally not flirting, but do you want to grab a drink or something?” Bill pondered that for a minute before nodding. “Sure. But I’m supposed to meet a friend of mine for a coffee, you should definitely join us, I’m sure you’ll like him.” Fitz agreed. He thought about going to get the Doctor but knew that he would be able to find him anyway. “Alright.” He joined Bill and they went out of the shop before starting to walk towards a coffee shop nearby. The girl looked inside, searching for someone and when she did not see them, went to order a coffee with Fitz. Seeing that there was nothing stronger than caffeine in there, he felt slightly disappointed – he could have done with a brandy, or even just a beer. “My friend isn’t here yet but he’ll be here soon, he went to buy new strings for his guitar.” Bill explained. “I play guitar too.” They took their drinks, a latte for Bill and a dark coffee for Fitz, and found a table near to the entrance. They waited barely five minutes until Bill waved to a man entering the coffee shop. Fitz had expected him to be around the same age as his friend but he was older, around 60 and dressed in the most peculiar way : a black attire with a white shirt that looked out of this time. And his hair looked even crazier than Bill’s. There was also something oddly familiar about him “Doctor!” Fitz frowned. Doctor? Surely another kind of doctor. Unless… The man joined them, a huge smile eating his face. He did not seem to have noticed Fitz, his whole attention being focused on Bill. “I found them, Bill!” “Yeah, that’s great but we have company. Please behave.” His eyebrows went as crazy as his hair as he turned and discovered Fitz. He stared at him for some long seconds in a way that made Fitz feel both uncomfortable and … at home. Fitz probed the man’s eyes. They looked very old, older than the man’s appearance suggested. They were also filled with so much sadness, sadness that was not there when he had entered the coffee shop, Fitz was certain of it. “Hello Fitz.” He said with a tenderness that surprised Bill. He sat next to her, ignoring (or not seeing, more likely) her puzzled expression. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” “How do you know me?” Fitz asked. He was not sure to want to hear the answer to that. “Don’t you know?” Of course he knew. The Doctor did tell him about regeneration and even if he had not, Fitz would have been able to recognize him anyway. But he was not going to let his guard down so easily. “It’s me. The Doctor.” The man grinned. “Prove it.” His voice was harsher than he had intended to be. The smile on the Doctor’s face faded. “Fitz, Fitz, Fitz. You were born in 1936. Your mum was staying in an elderly home, where I first met you, with Sam Jones. Your dad was German and you were bullied at school because of it. You drink a bit too much, I think I told you that before. You always oversleep in the morning and when you do get out of bed, you need your cup of coffee before doing anything. You did a lot for me, Fitz Kreiner.” “I still am, Doc!” The Doctor grimaced. “Please don’t call me that. I never liked it.” Fitz ignored him and turned his attention towards Bill. “So, you’re travelling with him?” She nodded with a big smile on her face. “Yeah. You did too?” “Yes. He was a different man by then, though. Right Doc?” The Doctor crossed his arms. “I regenerated several times since then, yes.” “Wait! What do you mean ‘regenerated’?” Bill interrupted. “When he’s about to die, he changes his body. His old self dies, in a way, but the Doctor survives. He becomes a new man.” “That’s typically you! Going around and changing faces. You know what? That’s weird. You’re weird.” “That’s an understatement.” Fitz joined in. The two companions shared a look and smiled at each other. They understood one another. “Anyway.” The Doctor rolled his eyes, breaking the moment. “Your Doctor must be around somewhere.” “Probably looking for me. Unless he’s still checking the TARDIS.” “This one does that too.” Bill laughed. “Always has something to check there. I’m sure he doesn’t even know what he’s doing most of the time. It’s kind of sad, really.” “If you had lived as long as me and seen so many people go away, you too would hold on to the thing that has been with you through the darkest of times.” Those words woke a deep, primal fear in Fitz’s heart. Questions that could never be answered formed inside his brain. What had happened to him? Why had he stopped travelling in the TARDIS? Had the Doctor ever remembered what Fitz had tried so hard to protect him from? Bill, on the other hand, rolled her eyes. “He likes to play all grumpy and dramatic, but inside he’s a teddy bear.” “A teddy bear?” “I should find my Doctor.” Fitz interrupted. The Doctor agreed and the three of them left the coffee shop. They walked for a while in silence until the Doctor stopped. “We should leave you here.” He said. “I wouldn’t want to meet myself.” Fitz nodded and as he was about to say goodbye to Bill, a call behind them froze the three new friends. “Fitz! There you are!” The three of them exchanged a look and slowly turned around to see Fitz’s Doctor running towards them. “The TARDIS picked up temporal dis…” he stopped mid-sentence when he noticed the strangers. “Oh. Hi. Care to introduce your new friends, Fitz?” He exchanged a look with the older Doctor who grimaced. “Dreadful fashion sense!” he groaned. “Like you have any notion of fashion sense!” Bill exclaimed. “Mind you, I’ve been worse than that.” The younger Doctor frowned and looked for Fitz’s gaze but he seemed to be avoiding him. “Who are you?” he asked the strangers. Bill walked forward with a smile. “I’m Bill Potts. Nice to meet you.” “And I’m the Doctor. Doctor Disco.” “You are not calling yourself Doctor Disco!” Bill shook her head. She could forgive her friend’s eccentricities but this was beyond her strength. The younger Doctor looked at them, half bewildered half worried. His Time Lord instinct was telling him to go away, quick, and he decided to listen to it. Some mysteries were better left unsolved. “Come on Fitz. Let’s go.” He exchanged a look with Bill and after muttering a ‘goodbye’, followed his Doctor. They had not gone five metres that the older Doctor came after them, followed by his companion. “Doctor! Wait! I take that you still have your violin.” The Doctor slowly turned around, frowning. He gave a quizzical look to Fitz, who simply shrugged and stepped backwards, just like Bill did. The two Doctor were now facing each other. One was smiling, eager to witness the look of recognition that would soon shake his other self. The other one was still frowning. The man in front of him seemed to know him and yet, he had no recollection of having seen him before. Had he forgotten him? That would not even be surprising and he started to wonder how many companions he had forgotten over the years. Unless he did not know the man at all and Fitz had been talking too much. No, he trusted Fitz with his life. There was also this look on the other man’s face. A look that he knew very well. And those eyes … Where had he seen the light in those eyes before? “Who are you?” he asked knowing that he would not like the answer. “Come on Doctor, you know who I am.” Yes. I also know where I’ve seen this expression before : in a mirror. “Good grief! Do I regenerate into you?” The older Doctor, far from being offended, laughed. “Not directly, I’m afraid.” The younger Doctor raised an eyebrow but did not answer. He detailed his future self with attention, aware that he probably would not keep any recollection of this extraordinary meeting. Beyond the smile and the idiotic expression, he perceived there a darker man than he was himself. He was conscious that events, some of which he remembered, so of which he didn’t, had already started to eat away his innocence and light heart. He was not the same man he had been after his regeneration, pains and sorrows had already begun to change him. He wondered with some kind of horror if what had happened to him was the reason why his future self was so sombre. “So how about this violin?” the older Doctor repeated. “Why do you care so much about that?” “I’m a musician myself, and with you playing the violin and Fitz here, I thought we could start a band!” Not only had he gone dark but he was also completely mad. The younger Doctor would have seriously worried for his fate if his future self had not been showing so much enthusiasm and excitement. One must never cross one’s own time line, or so the first law of time said. Or whichever law it was. And there he was, about to give a massive kick to time travel regulation to start a band with one of his following regeneration. The younger Doctor smiled from ear to ear. Let’s live a little. “A band? Are you serious?” Fitz demanded. “You should be flattered. I play the guitar because of you.” Fitz lowered his head to hide his blushing and if the two Doctors were getting too hyped to notice, it was not the case of Bill. As the Time Lords decided to go and fetch the Doctor’s violin and Fitz’s guitar in the TARDIS before going to the Bristol University, she slowed down a bit, to stay behind with Fitz. “So.” She started. “Are you and the Doctor …” “Me and the Doctor what?” he asked defensively. “He’s that special person, right?” He hesitated before taking a cigarette out and lighted it. “How did you guess?” Bill shrugged and looked at the two Doctors walking in front of them. “I’ve seen how you look at him. I’ve had crushes before too, you know.” “It’s more than a crush.” She smiled sadly. Nardole had mentioned the Doctor’s wife, River Song, but she had never imagined him with anyone and knowing that at some point in his past, he had had someone like Fitz Kreiner loving him and caring for him made her happy. “You two!” the older Doctor shouted at them without turning back. “Don’t linger on. If you get lost, kidnapped or put yourself into mortal danger again, we won’t come and get you.” Bill and Fitz glanced at each other and ran to join their friends.

The Doctor was a university teacher. Fitz had almost burst out of laughter when Bill had announced it as they were getting inside his office. He was having a very hard time imagining his friend preparing and giving a lecture without getting distracted and losing his train of thoughts. His Doctor, though, seemed impressed and was looking curiously on the desk of his future regeneration. “Susan!” he exclaimed when he saw her portrait. “And who’s that?” The older Doctor looked at the picture of River Song with heartache. “Spoiler.” Fitz’s Doctor shrugged and walked away. He took his violin out of his case while the other Doctor was plugging his electric guitar. Bill looked at them with interest. Her Doctor could prove to be annoying with his instrument sometimes but she was very curious to see what their little band would be. “The Doc and I already have a couple of songs rehearsed.” Fitz said. “I know. I remember them.” “I’m not sure that they’re fit for electric guitar, though.” The younger Doctor intervened. “They’re more romantic than rock.” “Rock can be romantic.” The older Doctor started to play a melancholic, sad tune, that Bill had heard him play a couple of time before. “That’s not romantic, that’s barbarian.” “And you’re too sentimental!” “I think we can find a compromise, right Doctor?” Fitz had put himself between the two of them. “You two have two different styles, but I’m sure we can make this work.” The two Time Lords agreed reluctantly and Fitz and his Doctor started to play. Bill listened as her Doctor joined in and couldn’t help a smile. She observed them for several hours, playing and arguing, but she got bored after a while and decided to go out. When she came back, three hours later, they were still playing. She listened to the soft music of the younger Doctor’s violin as the other two were playing in the background. When they saw her, the three men stopped, silently deciding to take a break. “How did it go?” she asked with a wide smile. Fitz shook his head. “Quite well when they stopped bickering.” The two doctors shared a look and decided not to reply to that. Fitz rolled his eyes but beneath his mask of annoyance, she knew he had had a great time : the flame in his eyes was not fooling anyone. As he and the older Doctor were comparing their guitars, Bill came closer to Fitz’s Doctor. She had not had the occasion to speak to him yet and was very curious to know more about him. He was looking out of the window and turned around when she sat in the armchair that was sitting there. “Hi.” She said. He replied with a charming smile that made her roll her eyes. Fitz was flirty in a not so subtle way but his Doctor was a charmer too, not with cheap catch phrases – somehow she felt it would have been wrong - but in a more romantic way that was not without reminding her about Lord Byron. She realized that love was a very important part of both their lives. Looking for it, growing it, celebrating it and she thought that the two of them could not be better paired. Her own Doctor on the other hand was completely different. She knew he had been married and yet, imagining him in love with someone seemed very peculiar to her. It made her feel sad. “Miss Potts, right?” “Yeah, people usually call me Bill, though.” “Right, Bill. How did you end up with him? With me?” She looked at her Doctor. He was now chatting with Fitz. “He’s my tutor.” She paused. “He’s amazing, he’s like the best person I know. But don’t tell him that, he’d be insufferable.” The Doctor mimicked locking his mouth. “Wait, but if I told you, he’ll remember it!” He shook his head with a smile. “I wouldn’t worry about that. I probably won’t retain any memory of this…” “How come?” He shrugged, almost in a fatalistic way. “That tends to happen. A lot.” Bill pouted but chose not to say anything. She focused her attention on her Doctor and Fitz again, observing them interact with each other. The Doctor was explaining something to him, he was wearing his professor expression, the one he took when he was teaching her something. She smiled fondly. Bill loved the old man. She had never known her dad and had lacked a paternal figure in her life, until the Doctor had arrived. She turned towards the other Doctor again. “Can I ask you a question?” “You just did.” She ignored that and took it as a ‘yes’. Even if he was pretending to be annoyed, the Doctor never refused a question. She was convinced that this was true whatever in incarnation. He had to retain some core personality traits and missing an occasion to share his knowledge was definitely never an option. “Why us?” “You’ll have to be more precise.” She sighed. “Ok, stop me if I’m wrong. You have a tendency to travel with humans. Fitz, me. And I’m sure there’s been plenty more.” He nodded. “So why us? Why humans? Why not Martians or whatever?” The Doctor turned towards the window and for a moment, she thought he was not going to answer. “I have travelled with other species but I guess you’re right, most of my companions were humans. To me, you’re the most fascinating species.” Bill raised an eyebrow but he did not let her comment on that. “You’re such a complex species, all physically so similar.” “You can’t possibly look at Fitz and me and tell us we look the same.” She interrupted. “On the outside, maybe not. But at the core, on a physiological level, you’re the same. Same species.” “Ok, we’re all the same inside.” She did not sound convinced. “If you want. But still. I’m female, Fitz is a guy. Even inside we’re different.” He shrugged. “It’s only gender.” “Only? You’re a guy, you were born a guy. Surely you’re different from female Time Lords. How do you even call them?” “I’m a man now. Next time I might be a woman” She frowned. “Don’t tell me Time Lords can also change sex.” “Why not?” Bill opened her eyes wide. “That’s … weird. But kinda cool. Have you ever been a woman?” He shook his head. “Not that I remember.” Bill let this information find its way towards the ‘need to have a talk with the Doctor’ part of her brain. “Ok.” She finally said. “Let’s say that us, humans are very similar, I’m not saying that I agree but you know… Is it the only reason why you travel with us? If it is, I’ll be a tad disappointed, I must tell you.” “I didn’t say similar, I said physically similar. That’s the paradox of it. You look the same but you’re all so different at the same time. All of you, when you first step in the TARDIS, are a complete mystery to me, no matter how many humans I’ve travelled with before. Discovering you is as exciting as discovering a new planet.” Bill grinned. “You’re pulling my leg.” The Doctor shook his head and looked at Fitz. “I’m not.” Bill’s smile faded. She followed his gaze and put her hand on his arm. “He’s different to you, though.” “Something happened to me.” He started hesitantly. “I forgot who I was. I became a mystery to myself. Fitz was my constant, I knew him better than myself and he knew me more than himself probably.” “I’m sorry.” He shrugged and they both fell silent.

Fitz observed Bill and his Doctor chatting. He wondered what they were talking about and resisted the urge to join them. The Doctor sitting next to him drew his attention away. “Hey Doc.” He smirked at the grimace that followed. “Hey Fitzgerald.” Fitz’s smirk turned into an expression of horror. The Doctor laughed and Fitz decided to imitate him when he stopped feeling like he had been hit in the stomach. “Ok, point made.” “It’s nice seeing you again, Fitz.” Fitz sighed. He had a lot of questions burning his lips but he knew that the Doctor would not answer any of them, which was making the whole situation very frustrating. What was the point in having a future version of his Doctor if he couldn’t ask a couple of question? His curiosity, though, always got the best of him and he gave in. “What happens to me, Doctor?” The Doctor did not reply at once. Probably he had forgotten how and when they had parted, Fitz thought bitterly. No, that was unfair, he decided. He could not blame the Doctor for forgetting. It was not his fault if he was all messed up but it was Fitz’s responsibility to make sure he was ok. The only good thing he would ever do. “You know I can’t tell you that.” “Come on, you’re blatantly ignoring your laws of time to start a band with yourself and you can’t even give me a clue about my future?” The Doctor smiled but shook his head. “There’s one thing I can tell you. The best is yet to come, Fitz. Don’t lose hope.” “Is it with you?” “I can’t answer.” “It has to be though. My best can only be with you.” Now there was desperation in Fitz’s voice that broke the Doctor’s hearts. “Without you, I’m worth nothing. I’m a loser.” “It’s not my role to show you how wrong you are, it’s his. But I can promise you he will.” The Doctor’s expression that had softened became hard again. “And now stop whining. No one ever accomplished anything by whining.” “Sorry.” “Hey. Bill’s got a great idea.” The younger Doctor’s intervention prevented Fitz from being rebuffed again by the older Doctor. They both got up. “That wasn’t MY idea, Doctor.” Bill protested, in vain as the Doctor ignored her. “Bill can be our singer.” The older Doctor raised a sceptic eyebrow. “I’m very flattered guys, really. But I can’t sing.” “This one can’t play the guitar.” The Doctor gestured towards his future self. “That’s not a problem.” “Oi! No need to be rude.” The older one protested. “I’m not rude. But one needs to be honest with oneself.” Before the two Time Lords could start bickering like an old couple again, Fitz stood between them. “The lyrics for my songs are in the TARDIS and we’re not going to get them, that’s one problem solved. As for you two, stop depreciating yourselves. You’re both great, admit it and move on. Besides, self-pity is usually my stuff, I won’t accept competition.” The Doctors frowned, agreed to apologise to each other and the incident was forgotten. “Anyway, I think we should go, Doctor.” Fitz started. His Doctor was about to agree but Bill cut him. “Oh wait. I’d like to listen to you. Do you think I could have a private concert?” Fitz grinned charmingly. “Of course!” He grabbed his guitar and the two Time Lords imitated him after having shared a look. Bill made herself comfortable in the Doctor’s armchair as the three musicians were conversing in a low voice. Finally, they seemed to agree and took position – Fitz in the middle, slightly in the back and the two Doctors on his flanks. One silent minute passed and the violin started. The music was slow and melancholic, a tune that seemed to suit this particular incarnation of the Time Lord. Then, Fitz’s guitar joined in and they played together a song that they had played together a hundred times. It should have clashed when the electric guitar joined in but it didn’t. The Doctor reproduced their soft tune and Bill thought they were doing rather well. When the first song finished, she clapped enthusiastically. They played two more songs, more rock, livelier, where the older Doctor lead the other two. Fitz was obviously having a lot of fun and even the younger Doctor was using his instrument perfectly, in a range that was not so familiar to him. If she had to be perfectly honest, Bill would not have thought that the violin and the electric guitar would be well matched, a reflection of their owners’ characters. But they did rather brilliantly and as she was watching Byron and the rock star getting on so well, her heart lifted a little. They finished their improvised concert with Fitz original song. It was serene and romantic, like a ballad and Fitz’s voice, slightly out of tune, brought shivers down Bill’s spine. When they were finished, the three of them bowed in front of their small audience and she cheered. “That was amazing!” she congratulated them. The Time Lords accepted her comment with modesty and a smile, but Fitz had to make a fuss of it. His Doctor stopped his fervour by putting a hand on his mouth. “Thanks Bill, that’s very kind. But I’m afraid we should leave now. We’ve already stayed together too long.” “He’s right.” Her Doctor stepped in. “Besides, if Nardole finds out I started a band with myself, I’ll never hear the end of it.” Bill agreed and they started to say goodbye. She hugged Fitz, making him promise to visit her if he was still around in 2018, as the two Doctors were shaking hands. “It’s reassuring to know that my future is in good hands.” The older Doctor smiled faintly. He knew what was ahead of his younger self and if the temptation to give him a peek was high, he resisted and kept his mouth shut. Instead, he turned towards Fitz. “It was nice seeing you again, Fitz. Take care.” “You too, Doctor.” Fitz was about to step back but the Doctor trapped him in a hug. The Time Lord did not want his old friend to see his face, and if Fitz saw nothing indeed, Bill did notice his wet eyes and promised herself to take good care of her Doctor. “Goodbye, Bill.” To her surprise, the younger Doctor kissed her on the cheek and after having taken their instruments, he and Fitz were gone. She and her Doctor looked down from the window at them walking away. It was only long after that they had disappeared that they turned towards each other. “Does it happen often that you run into yourself? It must be when you’re a time traveller.” “Now and then.” He replied with a mysterious smile. “And always when it’s needed.”

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adapted-batteries · 6 years

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No Rest for the Ex-Thief

Fandom: The Librarians

Rating: General/sfw

Relationship: Jazekiel

Word Count: 1984

Ezekiel attempts to head home for the night after an exhausting day, but Stone’s got something he wants to talk about first.

Set a little after “And the Christmas Thief.”

Also posted on my Ao3.

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After the impromptu Christmas/Welcome Back party for Eve, Flynn, and Jenkins, Ezekiel was ready to fall face first in his bed and sleep for the next week. Of course, a certain cowboy wasn't going to let him have his well deserved rest.

He knew Stone had followed him. Ezekiel had ducked out of the party before the eye contact could grow into something more than a quick glance, but he didn't bother acknowledging it, hoping he could actually sneak out and avoid whatever Stone clearly wanted to say. He enjoyed the growing silence as the Christmas music from Jenkins’s records faded the farther they walked, replaced with the surprisingly matched, rhythmic footfalls from both of them.

Stone apparently couldn't hold in his question any longer once they got to the main room in the Annex. “Jones...can I talk to you for a bit?”

Ezekiel slowly turned around, hoping Stone would see how tired he was and would drop it. Either Stone couldn't tell he was exhausted, or was ignoring it; he gently, but firmly, grabbed Ezekiel’s arm before he could back up far enough out of Stone's reach.

“Ezekiel, please, it won’t be long.”

Ezekiel raised an eyebrow at his first name. No one but Cassandra ever called him by it unless it was serious. “Okay, but make it quick. I've had a hell of a day.”

Stone snorted, smiling a little before going serious again. “I’m...sorry about earlier, with the whole chasing you around and stuff. It was, uh, well, I certainly didn't expect you to be on your knees begging.”

He may have been tired, but Ezekiel couldn’t resist poking a little fun at him. “Bet you enjoyed that sight, cowboy,” Ezekiel smirked.

Momentarily stunned, Stone’s mouth attempted to form some words, but never made it to saying them. Ezekiel decided to give him a moment to recover. “It won't happen again, the whole bringing people in the Library who can steal things. I learned my lesson.”

“What I was going to say was I'm apologizing because if I had done something stupid, I’d want to keep it hidden from Baird and them too. It's unfair of me to act like I would be all upfront and truthful about it,” Stone clarified, looking anywhere but at Ezekiel until he finished his statement.

Ezekiel blinked, not sure how to respond to the sincerity. “Uh, thanks, apology accepted?” With all the bearing of his desperation to Cassandra and Stone, and his past to his mom, his brain decided he didn't need to think before he spoke. “If anything, I should be the one apologizing for dragging you guys into my mess,” Ezekiel started, mimicking Stone's lack of eye contact, “and probably for the spontaneous kiss of gratefulness that I about gave you, which you clearly weren't in to.”

Stone, once again mildly shocked, attempted to say something; it took a few tries, but he got there. “Well I mean, I was concerned and confused because you were acting really weird, and you coming at me, well I was shoving you away before I realized, and then-" He shut his mouth like he had said too much already, but before Ezekiel could even think of a response, Stone continued, “not that I'm-I don't care who you like an’ all, it just...uh...startled me.”

Ezekiel laughed, more at himself than at Stone, as he leaned against a desk. “Not how I intended to come out.”

“Thanks for trusting me with this,” Stone said, sitting on the edge of the desk.

“It’s not like it’s a secret,” Ezekiel retorted a bit more aggressively than he intended. Ezekiel was having a bit of a hard time managing Stone’s raw caring, so he intently stared at his clasped, fidgeting hands in front of him. “I mean, before I came to the Library, I didn’t bother hiding. Thieves don’t really care about stuff like that. I didn’t mean to hide it here, but I dunno, it never came up, so I never said anything.” He looked up to see Stone watching him like he was afraid of doing something to make Ezekiel bolt.

Suddenly Stone being a few feet away from him was too close. Ezekiel stood up slowly, careful to not startle Stone into grabbing his arm again. He relieved his sudden need to move by pacing in front of the desk, hoping he wouldn’t let anything slip about why he hadn’t actually said anything. It wasn’t like he could tell Stone that he had a crush on him, and after the whole Cassandra and Estrella thing, he hoped something could happen.

He realized he spent the last thirty seconds silently pacing, so he stopped and turned to Stone. That concerned look from earlier, which Ezekiel last saw when he was on his knees begging, was creeping back onto the cowboy’s face. “It’s not that I don’t trust you guys. I guess, I didn’t want to deal with...a bad reaction.” Ezekiel kicked himself for hesitating, because he knew Stone saw right through it, though what Stone saw he didn't know.

Stone shook his head. “You know we wouldn’t, especially Cassandra. What’s the real reason?” Ezekiel wanted to explain, give in to his feelings, but his throat strongly protested forming any words related to it. “You don’t have to talk if you don’t want, I get it, it’s personal. But I’m always here for you, know that,” Stone continued. “I know it might not be a big deal to you, but hiding yourself isn’t healthy...I should know.”

Ezekiel froze, confused look on his face clear as day. Hope welled in his chest, but he shoved it back down. “At least we can appreciate your brains more than your dad ever would,” Ezekiel said, hoping Stone would confirm that’s what he was talking about so Ezekiel’s heart could chill out.

Maybe Ezekiel had too much of Jenkins’s eggnog, but he could've sworn Stone deflated a little like Ezekiel missed something. Fortunately for Ezekiel, Stone wasn’t going to leave him wondering. “I wasn’t talking about my talent.”

“Oh,” was all Ezekiel could manage. Any exhaustion was now flushed out of his veins; he sat on the edge of the desk, mirroring Stone, to prevent his knees from wobbling from the hope rushing in full force.

Stone bit his lip, breathing deep before explaining. “I didn’t tell anyone for a long time. Growing up in Oklahoma, I thought I was broken...wrong. Pop sure couldn't find out I liked boys too, I’d be deader than dead. So I kept it hidden, played my part, stayed safe. But you know what happened?” Stone waited for Ezekiel to shake his head. “Someone decided to trust me with their secret. When Slaten came out to me, I realized I didn’t have to be so scared, I had someone who trusted me with something I was afraid of even admitting to myself.”

Realization flooded Ezekiel’s head as he remembered his interactions with Slaten. The looks, the concern, the care, it all made so much sense. Apparently Stone realized Ezekiel was having an epiphany; he smiled at him, chuckling a little before continuing. “We had a thing, for awhile, but Slaten wasn’t comfortable with me continuing to isolate myself by not leaving, especially as he watched me waste my extraordinary talent by being an oil rigger.”

Ezekiel whistled. “No wonder you were so grouchy about not having connections outside the Library. He’s a good dude,” Ezekiel found himself saying, but he couldn’t help feeling a bit sad Stone had feelings for another man.

“That he is,” Stone exhaled. “I can’t say I’m willing to give this life up, but I know it’d make him damn proud to know what I’m doing.” Stone stood up, apparently ready to head back to the Christmas party.

“I’m proud of you,” Ezekiel blurted. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to get Stone to stay or if he was immensely glad Stone just trusted him with something only one other person apparently knew. Either way, it got Stone to stop in his tracks and look at Ezekiel. “It’s not like I can give you shit for having a comfy facade. I know how hard it is to finally feel safe enough to let it go completely.” Ezekiel stood up, sudden rush of bravery fueling him. “And, I know what it’s like to want something you can’t have.”

Stone raised his eyebrows, gears clearly turning in his head. “Do ya now? And what makes you think you can’t have him?” Stone asked, voice getting tauntingly husky as he talked. Ezekiel’s eyes went wide, jaw a bit slack in shock. Stone couldn’t help but snicker at him. “If there’s anything you should take away from our talk, is that sometimes a little step in faith goes a long way.”

Cocky Ezekiel finally decided to return. “To be fair, it would’ve been a lot easier if you hadn’t shoved me away. You can’t go giving mixed signals like that, mate.” Stone looked genuinely abashed for a moment, but Ezekiel didn’t let him suffer long. “Hmm, how convenient Cassandra made you put that mistletoe up above the door...maybe you could redeem your mistake.”

Stone held his hand out to Ezekiel. “Gladly, if you’ll let me.”

Ezekiel waited a moment before grabbing his hand, trying to hide just how eager he was. “Oh, definitely,” Ezekiel said as Stone led him to the doorway, a bit breathier than he intended. Stone didn’t seem to mind at all as he cupped Ezekiel’s face with his hands, looking at the ex-thief so fondly it was making Ezekiel want to melt onto the floor; it was enough to get Ezekiel to close the small distance between them before Stone could actually kiss him.

After a few moments Stone pulled away slightly. “Hey, I was supposed to be kissin’ you.”

“Heh, sorry, got a bit, carried away,” Ezekiel said, slightly out of breath because he’d forgotten to breathe. “But, uh, you can do that now.”

Stone gave an amused huff mixed with what Ezekiel thought sounded almost like a growl, then kissed him.

Ezekiel wasn’t exactly sure how long they spent doing that, but it was long enough to have Stone press him against the door frame by the time Flynn cleared his throat down the hall, making them both jump. Stone backed off of him a bit, but was still quite close, nothing like his reaction to the attempted grateful kiss earlier.

“I, uh, told Eve you two were fine, but she made me go check anyway and…” Flynn rambled, face turning a bit red.

“It’s fine, Flynn,” Stone said, reaching out for Ezekiel’s hand. “We were just heading back.” He glanced at Ezekiel, waiting for a response.

Ezekiel thought for a moment before taking Stone’s hand, wondering maybe if he stayed a bit longer, he could get a certain cowboy to come home with him. The train of thought quickly went to some areas that made Ezekiel blush without realizing it, earning a knowing grin from Stone.

“Sure you were,” Flynn retorted, glancing at their hands. “I mean, heh, um, uh, coming, Eve!” The Librarian quickly turned on his heels and sped back into the Library as if he’d been called, though there definitely had been no call.

Ezekiel started walking after him, but Stone stayed put, yanking him back slightly. “You okay with this? I know it’s a lot, even with people you trust,” Stone said.

“What? I’m definitely okay with this. I’m sooo okay with his you wouldn’t believe,” Ezekiel replied, internally kicking himself when he heard how giddy he was. He felt a little better when Stone chuckled and squeezed his hand.

“Alright. Let’s go make everyone’s night, then.”

They certainly made everyone’s night, but especially Cassandra, who conspicuously received ten dollars from a slightly disappointed, but happy nonetheless Jenkins.

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Post Notes: I have no clue why season 4 is providing so much fodder for ships and backstory like this...but I’m not gonna question it one bit. And or course Slaten is mentioned, I mean he knew about Stone's brain...there had to be something there, one sided or reciprocated.

Stone’s history of hiding in Oklahoma is sort of fueled by my experience. Growing up in the Bible Belt, being anything other than cishet is a scary, confusing thing. I thought I was messed up for a long while, then finally came to terms with myself when I found a term that actually fit who I was, and I felt a lot better when I finally came out as non-binary to my best friend. Seriously, if you can safely share who you are, it’s like a weight off your shoulders.

#flynn writes #the librarians fic #jazekiel #jacob stone #ezekiel jones #flynn carsen #the librarians #and the christmas thief

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yoramkelmer · 3 years

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Hogwarts Overexposed Chapter 7: Innocents All

So, I hope to do this in one shot, but can´t promise anything.

Considering that it was only at the end of last chapter in which the plot finally arrived after six chapters, it´s kinda misleading that the chapter was named "From Heaven to Hell", considering that we don´t even see that hell there.

Anyway, so last time we checked in, the Sues were surprised by three very unwelcome guests.

Who could that be?

The girls all instinctively reached for their wands, but their reactions were too slow and they were hindered by their physical situations: Jamie holding Ben, and both Caitlin and Emily lying prone.

How inconvenient.

Hooch had Apparated with her wand at the ready. "Accio Nipple! wand! Accio wand!" She repeated rapidly, pointing her wand at Emily and Caitlin in quick succession. Their wands flew toward her and she grabbed them deftly in her left hand as without the slightest hesitation she pointed her wand toward the apparently unarmed Jamie and cried, "Expelliarmus!"

Jamie was thrown violently backward against the wall, her head colliding with it harshly before she fell unconscious to the floor. Ben was ejected from her arms by the force of the impact and landed a few feet away, screaming. Timmy sat petrified, too terrified to even cry.

Hmm, I doubt I would have been too terrified to cry in such a situation at that age.

"You bitch," Emily yelled, running toward Hooch, her fists clenched. "I'll kill you with my bare hands, if you've hurt either one of them."

"Ridiculous little girl," Hooch snarled. "Crucio!"

Emily's legs buckled as she fell to the floor in pain, excruciating pain the likes of which she had never experienced; her blood boiled; her bones were on fire; she screamed with agony; she wanted to die so it would end.

So do I.

And then suddenly the pain was gone. She lay in the fetal position on the floor, her body covered in sweat. But she wasn't alone. Caitlin had evidently tried to aid her by sharing the pain and now she too was reduced to a quivering pile of bones.

"So, my sweet petite Caitlin is the healer that the prophecy refers to," Madam Hooch said smugly, twirling her moustache, walking over to the blonde girl, "And not just an ordinary healer, but quite a bit more, a Hyperempath. How noble and righteous you have become, wanting to share your sister's agony. But you are no longer an orphan that must share with the other girls. You should experience the full pleasure on your own. "Crucio!"

You know, ever since I first read the sporking on Das Mervin of this fic, all I could think of was this:

Why Madam Hooch?

Every part of Caitlin felt like it was being pierced again and again by red-hot daggers, but instead of sweat, blood seeped from her pores. Hooch ended the curse, but only after Caitlin had passed out.

"Interesting," Hooch said, running a finger across Caitlin's motionless body and studying the blood it amassed. "I've heard legends about Hyperempaths sweating blood if they were in agonizing pain, but until now I thought they were just fairy tales."

I have no idea why this is so significant right now, as this is never ever mentioned again.

"Begging your pardon Madam, but shouldn't we be more protective of the innocents?" Goyle asked fearfully.

"I agree with Goyle," Crabbe muttered. "The Great One will be elated that we've happened upon all four innocents when our mission was only to kidnap Slytherin's heir, but she'll have our heads if any harm befalls any of them before they can serve their purpose."

Just....read this. Read this aloud. Does this in any way sound like something either Crabbe or Goyle would say?

"How dare you impudent, good-for-nothing, ne'er-do-wells have the cheek to tell me what I shall or shall not do?" Madam Hooch bellowed, threatening to eat their nipples.

They both cowered as she turned toward them, her wand still in hand.

"We'd never be so bold," Goyle explained, shaking nervously. "It's just that… Well, the Great One was very clear that no harm should come to the Weasley brat. Would not the same hold true for the other innocents as well?"

Except for Ben, what´s so innocent about them?

Hooch studied Goyle intently and then surveyed the room. "Perhaps I was a tad over zealous," she reluctantly admitted, pocketing her wand. "You are right. The Great One will be extremely pleased. She was troubled as to just how we would go about seizing the other innocents while the Hogwarts' wards protected them. It was extremely accommodating of them to come to us."

How convenient.

"Will someone shut that damn baby up?" Hooch shouted. Emily had already edged over to Ben and was trying to quiet him, but to no avail.

"Jamie or Hermione generally takes care of him," Timmy whispered timidly, as he crawled over next to Emily, clutching his crayons and colouring book possessively.

Does this sound like something a 5 year old would say?

"Caitlin, put your abilities to use; see to her," Hooch ordered the now stirring girl.

Caitlin detested following Hooch's orders, but in this case was grateful to be permitted to tend to Jamie. Although still weak from the effects of the Cruciatus curse , she managed to stagger over to Jamie.

Because even the Cruciatus curse won´t stop her from using her Sue Powers.

Caitlin stroked Jamie's head for a few moments; after a bit, the older girl slowly opened her eyes. "You'll be all right," Caitlin said reassuringly. "Just a slight concussion."

Jamie ignored Caitlin's cautions as she struggled to get to her knees and then finally stand upright. As soon as she was on her feet, she hurried to Emily and they transferred the bawling Ben. The baby, once in Jamie's arms calmed and soon stopped crying.

Must be one of Jamies Sue Powers, stopping babies from crying.

"Well done Miss Zacherley," Hooch said. "I think you may have just won yourself a postponement of your execution."

"Have I already mentioned how evil I am?"

Crabbe and Goyle looked questioningly at Madam Hooch. "But our orders were to kill any extras," Crabbe blurted out.

"Our orders were also to just bring back Slytherin's heir," Hooch retorted. "What do you suggest we do with the other innocents? You must learn to fine-tune your orders to the situation at hand. We will soon have all four innocents in safekeeping, but it is over two weeks until the new moon and the time of their sacrifice. I, for one, do not intend to spend that time as a nursemaid to these brats. Which of you two wasters wants to take care of that insufferable infant; feed him, change his nappy?"

That sounds so convenient.

Both buffoons aggressively wobbled their heads to say no.

"We'll take her back with us," Hooch decided. "She gets to play nanny for the next two weeks as an alternative to us. When all is said and done, it will just mean disposing of one additional corpse."

Crabbe and Goyle's heads bobbled in agreement.

Jamie, Emily and Caitlin had all paid attention as the followers of the Great One had opening discussed their ultimate fate. They now all remained silent. Emily actually seemed to be trying to keep Timmy's attention by drawing in his colouring book.

Uuuuh, I wonder if this will be significant later.....

"We've wasted enough time jabbering," Hooch finally said. "Let's get them back to head quarters, where Damien and the Great One can congratulate us on our good fortune."

"Should we go put clothes on?" *gasp!* Jamie asked, most cooperatively. Her foremost reason for asking was the hope that she could get out of view long enough to draw her wand from its invisible sheath and catch Hooch unaware. She knew that if she could just incapacitate Hooch, she would be able to handle Crabbe and Goyle easily.

I thought Jamie always had that invisible sheath on her? Apparently only when the plot demands.

Speaking of which.....why doesnt Caitlin now use her powers to kill Hooch and the others with her mind?

On the other hand she was concerned about Crabbe and Goyle. Since things had quieted down, Goyle hadn't taken his eyes off her. She felt as if he had mentally violated her multiple times and it was only a matter of time before he got around to trying to do it physically. Goyle, however, didn't bother her nearly as much as Crabbe. Crabbe might be the dumber of the two, but he was also categorically the more lecherous. He seemed to be practically salivating as he ogled Emily and Caitlin.

Yeah, remember when it was said "his attraction to underage girls is well documented"?

"That would be a waste of time," Hooch said with a chortle. "You will be transported using a Portkey similar to the one used to get hold of your dear, look-alike, professor two years ago. It's good that you all enjoy being unclothed because that's how you'll be spending the remaining days of your lives."

Isnt that what Jamie wants?

"That lady just said that we could stay nudie for the rest of our lives," Timmy said elatedly to Caitlin and Emily.

I doubt Timmy at this stage wouldnt be able to see that this is a dangerous situation, after seeing the others get tortured.

"Isn't that great," Caitlin said giving Timmy a reassuring hug and purposely not explaining the true meaning of the ex-professor's remark.

I hate this fic.

"But what about the baby?" Jamie asked concernedly. "I need his diaper bag and the remaining packets of breast milk.

Hooch thought for a moment before answering. "Goyle, you Apparate ahead so that you are there to meet them on their arrival. Crabbe, you and I will see them off then I'll Apparate with the baby's immediate needs. You will make a side trip for diapers and infant formula."

Crabbe gave Hooch an insolent glare, but knew better than to question her orders, as he didnt want to lose his nipples.

"Benjamin doesn't take well to canned formula," Jamie advised. "He prefers breast milk."

"Well isn't that a pity," Hooch screeched uncaringly. "We don't always get what we want in life, do we? I'm afraid he'll just have to become accustomed to formula or go hungry."

Hooch observed the girl carefully as Jamie gathered Ben's belongings together. "What about Timmy?" Jamie inquired. "Should I collect some of his toys?"

Hooch looked disbelievingly at Jamie. "I'm sorry if I've given you the wrong impression," she bellowed. "You are not going on vacation and The Great One does not run a day care centre. Damien does, however, have a number of unique toys that I'm sure he'd be happy to demonstrate to all of you. That is enough of this pointless chatter. Goyle, go prepare for their arrival."

Oh, that plot point.....

Without so much as a glance or any question, the corpulent wizard Apparated with a loud pop.

Hooch removed what appeared to be a deflated children's pool float from her pocket. "Each of you grab hold of a bit of this," she ordered.

"You had better hold the baby tightly to you chest." She advised Jamie commandingly.

They all put a hand nervously on the Portkey, having no idea to where they were about to be transported. Hooch counted down from three and then they felt the, by now, all too recognizable jerk as though a hook located just behind their navels had suddenly jerked them irresistibly forward. Jamie held Benjamin tightly against her breasts as her feet left the ground; she could feel the others on either side of her, their shoulders banging into hers, Timmy yelling gleefully as Ben cried incessantly. They were all speeding forward as though stuck to the Portkey as it pulled them magically onward and then__

Seconds later, they slammed to the solid ground. Jamie struggled to maintain her footing as first Emily and then Caitlin knocked into her.

Timmy was on the ground in front of her screaming ecstatically, "Again, again, me loves Portkeys." Ben was just screaming, obviously not sharing Timmy's bliss.

This is so dumb.

"Enjoy the trip?" Goyle uttered wickedly as they struggled to get their bearings.

Then with a soft 'pop' Madam Hooch joined them. She tossed Ben's diaper bag at Jamie, who let it fall to the floor; her arms already occupied, trying to calm the distressed baby.

"These are your quarters," she said with a snicker. "I advise you not to lay a hand on anything. Damien does not tolerate anyone touching his playthings. What's more, some are extremely sharp and dangerous. You'll be fed in the morning, if you're lucky." She turned to leave, Goyle at her side, his eyes still fixed on Jamie's glistening nude body.

-___-

"But where are the beds, blankets and pillows? Caitlin inquired. "And I need to use the bathroom."

Hooch and Goyle exchanged depraved smiles before breaking into uncontainable cruel laughter.

"You're standing on your bed," Hooch laughed. "As for blankets and pillows, I'm afraid you'll have to use each other for such luxuries."

I hate this fic.

"That sewer grate is your bathroom," Goyle chuckled. "The hose pipe just to the left is your drinking water supply and may also be used for bathing if desired. One temperature fits all purposes."

"Get to sleep," Hooch ordered. "Remember, don't touch anything!"

How will she stop them from touching anything?

* * * * * *

Saturday, August 20, 2005

"Sam, wake up," Ron said, cautiously shaking the sleeping panther.

The panther growled sleepily and then transformed into his charming wife. WHY IS EVERYONE A FREAKING ANIMAGUS? Sam gave Ron a kiss on the cheek and then looked about the cell. Evidently she had been the last to arise because Harry and Hermione were already engaged in an animated conversation as they both paced back and forth in front of the dungeon cell waiting for Snape to arrive and unlock the chamber.

"Is something wrong?" Sam questioned apprehensively. "Why do Harry and Hermione appear so worried?"

"They were forced back into wearing clothes!"

"It's probably nothing," Ron said reassuringly. He seemed to be trying to persuade himself as much as Sam. "Hermione tried reaching Caitlin telepathically this morning when she awoke and was unable to."

DUN DUNN DUNNNN

Sam's face paled as she shook off Ron's embrace and hurried to Hermione's side. "Has this ever happened before, you not being able to contact her? Sam asked.

"No," Hermione answered, "but then we haven't been away from each other a great deal to methodically test it. Most of our contact by telepathy has been from one part of Hogwarts to another or sometimes Hogsmeade. During holiday we communicated from ship to shore and, of course, from our arrival point to that car park when those hooligans kidnapped the girls."

I think that´s the last time their almost-rape ever gets mentioned again. Again, what was the point of it?

"But you never had any problem reaching each other before? Maybe she is asleep or the Hogwarts wards are interfering," Sam suggested, hoping for a logical and calming solution.

"We've both managed to invade the other's deepest sleep," Hermione replied nervously. "Thus far the only thing that has impeded our thoughts from reaching each other has been distance and plate glass. Our thoughts were not the least bit hampered last evening and circumstances this morning should be identical."

Again, we never get to know why exactly glass is so different.

"Here he comes," Harry yelled, as he saw Snape turn the corner. "Ginny and Draco are with him."

* * * * * *

Cut for unnecessary discussion about who is to blame.

Now look at this:

"Weasley?" Malfoy questioned, finding it unbelievable that anyone could have been so dim-witted. "You had Ginny remove all the charms and wards on the apartment so that your landlord could show it to a potential tenant, didn't you? Please tell me that you didn't neglect to restore them before allowing those children to spend the night here."

Why couldnt Ginny do it? Why is it all Rons fault?

This is all just another excuse by Neil to shit on Ron.

"You can inform those bureaucratic do nothings if you desire," Harry shouted, "but I'll be damned if I'm going to sit back idly and wait for them to find the kids. They were of absolutely no help when Hermione was kidnapped and I anticipate little more from them this time around."

Draco nodded his head in accord. "I'm glad that for once we are in agreement, Potter. Under Minister Wrong's administration the Aurors have become indolent and ineffective. They've made utterly no progress in the last two years toward eradicating that blot on the wizarding world known as the Great One."

I actually wonder why neither Harry, Draco or anyone else didn´t jump to the idea that....maybe Emma Wrong is the Great One?

"Harry, do you think it's him? Do you think the Great One has the children?" Hermione asked trying to maintain a semblance of control over her distraught emotions.

"Who else?" Harry answered. "The Great One wants to rule the world. He has shown himself to be ruthless, cunning and a tad psychotic. Anyone trying to resurrect the dead has to be crazy, especially when you're talking about a wizard that was as evil and monstrous as Salazar Slytherin."

I´ve said this before, but wouldnt it be a more interesting take if Salazar Slytherin, once resurrected, is disgusted by all that Emma Wrong did in his name and denounced evilness etc?

But because Neil stole this plot from the Draco Trilogy, Slytherin is gonna be eeeevul.

"Then you believe the kids were taken in order to fulfil the prophecy?" Ron asked.

"Why else?" Harry said. "What possible other reason could there be for kidnapping a baby, a toddler and two young girls?"

"You forgot Jamie," Ginny said.

This was only put in so Giny could say something.

"I didn't forget her," Harry said, his voice cracking and practically choking on his own words. "Actually at this point in time I'm most concerned about her because she could be considered unnecessary and therefore expendable."

Everyone stared at Harry, but Severus was the first to offer a rationalization for his comment. "If someone is indeed going to attempt to restore to life Salazar Slytherin, they will be using some of the oldest and darkest magic known to the wizard world. Magic that is forbidden and the use of which is considered a more heinous crime than any of the forbidden curses.

As if we all didn´t already know that.

"Such magic takes months of preparation and can only be attempted under prescribed conditions. One of those conditions is that the rebirth must coincide with the birth of the moon."

"By birth of the moon, are you referring to a new moon?" Ginny inquired.

WHAT ELSE?

Severus nodded. "Since we are now experiencing the full moon, we have two weeks until the new moon, September third to be exact. That is the earliest that the Great One can attempt the restoration."

"Then the children are safe until then at least," Ron said, sounding at least somewhat relieved.

"To an extent," Harry replied despondently. "They must remain alive and innocent until the new moon, but who know what tortures the animals that cage them will inflict. And Jamie…"

"They don't require her at all," Hermione cried, horrified at the thought.

"No," Harry said. "At this juncture we can only be thankful that all signs point to her currently being alive.

How is that?

Sam picked up Timmy's colouring book and after studying it a moment commented. "We can stop assuming some things," she said. "The Great One definitely has the children and we should stop referring to her as a he."

OMG OMG

Everyone looked at Sam questioningly as she passed the colouring book first to Hermione and then it started making the rounds of everyone present. On the open page of the book, someone had hastily drawn a stick figure. Apparently the drawing was of a woman because a triangle representing a dress was drawn over the tops of the legs. 'G1' was scrawled under the drawing.

OMG HOW CLEVER IS THAT OMG OMG

"It's not a lot of information," Draco declared, "but it's more than the Ministry has been able to ascertain in the last two years."

Again, why don´t they come to the conclusion that the Great One is in the Ministry herself?

"We also have a means to locate them," Harry said.

"Harry, if you're referring to Caitlin and my telepathic connection," Hermione interjected. "I have to be within twenty-five miles of her for that to work."

"That means we have to get you within that distance," Harry declared emphatically.

"But Harry," Ginny said, "Great Britain covers nearly 89,000 square miles and we can't even be sure they are still on the island."

"No we can't," Harry admitted, "But two years ago I sat helpless waiting wondering if the woman I loved would ever be returned to me. I'm not sitting idle again."

He looked questioningly at Hermione. "It will be worse than looking for that damn proverbial needle in a haystack," he said, "and all we can do is fly escort, you're the only one with the power to contact Caitlin."

Oh G-d.

What then follows are two long copy-paste flashbacks from the first fic of when she adopted Caitlin and then from the second fic where she gave birth to Ben.

"Hermione," Harry called, trying to bring her back to reality. "Are you all right?" Will you be up to that much flying?"

"Those bastards have ripped our hearts out. They've taken from us what is most precious, our children. It's not a question of whether I'm up to it; it's a question of how soon do we get started."

This is the first we ever see of Hermione actually doing something.

* * * * * *

In twenty-four hours, Jamie had gone from sleeping in a quite comfortable bed on a first class cruise ship, to sleeping on the chilly stone floor of what gave the appearance of being a dungeon torture chamber right out of the thirteen hundreds. Sleeping was perhaps not the correct term because she had in reality slept very little during the night.

But at least she wasnt forced to wear clothes, am I right?

They had all cuddled together to share their body warmth the previous evening. Jamie had lain on her side with Ben nestled snugly in her arms, Emily facing her in order to help shelter the infant. Caitlin had snuggled against Jamie's back and little Timmy had burrowed between Jamie and Emily, alternately using each girl as a pillow.

With the possible exception of Ben, no one slept contentedly; there was a great deal of tossing and turning. Then just when Jamie had finally drifted off to sleep, Ben awoke, hungry and demanding that his diaper be changed.

How inconvenient.

It was now a little past six in the morning, as Jamie appraised their prison while the others slept restlessly. She only knew the time because in the quietness of the early morning she had heard what sounded like a grandfather's clock in a nearby room solemnly chiming the hour.

How can she even hear that in a dungeon?

The dungeon seemed to be modelled after those used during the time of the Spanish Inquisition. It was damp and if not for the torches, would have been extremely dark. Torches are something originating in movies to give some light - real dungeons never used torches. Fortunately it did not seem to be vermin infested or extremely bad smelling as dungeons of that era often were; at least Jamie had not thus far observed any rats or cockroaches. She trusted that their meals would also be more than the mouldy bread and stale water normally served to prisoners of that time.

Although she had no way of being positive, Jamie suspected that they might be the only prisoners. She had been awake most of the night and had heard no cries or screams, or for that matter any sounds at all, echoing throughout the dungeon walls.

Considering that this is Hogwarts Exposed, maybe it is a good thing that they are the only prisoners here.

"Wake up!" Madam Hooch screamed as she entered the chamber, Crabbe and Goyle on her heels. Hooch tossed a bag in Jamie's direction. "Crabbe purchased formula and baby bottles."

"You get two meals a day," she shouted as the kids yawned and stretched. "This isn't Hogwarts, eat what you're served without complaint or starve. It's your choice." She waved her wand and four plates and tumblers appeared on the floor.

"Where do we sit to eat?" Timmy asked innocently.

"On your arse," Goyle replied crudely.

I´M SO BRITISH LOOK AT ME

Caitlin and Emily both gave Goyle looks of loathing as they squatted Indian style on the floor, Emily demonstrating to Timmy how to sit the same way. Jamie looked about for somewhere she could lay down the still sleeping Ben. She stared beseechingly at Hooch, fearing that she would eat her nipples.

"We were all extremely cold and uncomfortable last night," she said. "If you insist that my sisters and I catch pneumonia, so be it, but couldn't you at least give us blankets for Timmy and the baby. I can't lay Ben down on a chilly damp stone floor."

Hooch looked at Jamie as if she were asking for the moon and then gave a sigh of total antipathy. She drew her wand and pointed it at the floor where a tiny padded infant mattress appeared. "For the infant only," she declared. "Damien or the Great One will have to approve anything additional."

I love how Emma Wrong hasnt revealed herself to the Sues yet.

"Thank you," Jamie said, but her words of appreciation went ignored. After putting down the sleeping baby she seated herself next to Emily, adopting the same Indian style position the girls and Timmy had taken.

Goyle was carrying a large bowl from which he scooped what appeared to be gooey scrambled eggs, and flopped some on each of their plates. Crabbe, using his grimy bare hands, tossed a sausage patty and a piece of toast on each plate. Hooch placed a pitcher of some putrid looking juice on the floor and then the three turned to leave.

"You forgot to give us eating utensils," Emily said as if to remind them.

Crabbe, turned, held his hand in the air and wiggled his fingers. Then without a word he followed Hooch and Goyle out of the room and slammed the door.

"Somehow I don't think losing the weight I gained on the cruise is going to be a problem," Emily said, looking nauseated at her plate.

"That's an understatement," Caitlin said, taking a tiny bite from her cold rubbery sausage.

"I don't like this," Timmy said pushing his plate away. "I want to go home. I want my Mummy." The toddler started crying.

Jamie got to her feet and picked up the little boy, hugging him to her chest as she stroked his back. "Timmy, we all want to go home," she said, searching for words that he would understand to describe their situation.

As if this would help anything.

"These are bad people. They've hidden us away from the ones we love. I'm sure that right now your Mummy and Daddy are looking for us along with Harry and Hermione. It's just a matter of time until they find us," she said, trying to sound as convincing as possible. "When they do, these terrible people will be punished. But until they get here we have to all be very good and do everything we are told to or they will hurt us. Do you remember what the evil woman did to Emily and Caitlin last night?"

Timmy nodded his head timidly.

Which is why its so weird that he was looking forward to go on a nudist trip.

"You don't want them to be hurt again, do you?"

Timmy shook his head.

"Then you have to be big brave boy. In order to do that you have to be strong, and in order to be strong you must eat. They want us all to become weak; that's why they gave us such horrible food. They think we won't eat it. We'll show them, won't we? We'll be big and strong and make your Mummy and Daddy proud of us."

Timmy nodded his head. "Timmy be big and brave like Daddy."

"Let's have a contest and see which of us can do the best job emptying their plate," Jamie suggested.

As Timmy and Jamie started nibbling at the bland food, Ben began to stir. Jamie looked worriedly in his direction. This feeding would finish the last of Hermione's breast milk. What would Jamie do if Ben refused to drink the Muggle formula?

I honestly hate what this is foreshadowing.

* * * * * *

"Timmy, please stay away from those devices," Jamie implored. "Some of them are sharp and look exceedingly dangerous."

I love how these don´t ever get a real description.

"But I'm bored," Timmy complained. "There's nothing to do here."

"He's just being inquisitive," said the voice of a man who had one way or another, entered the chamber without Jamie's knowledge.

He stared admiringly at Jamie for a few moments and than said, shaking his head, "The resemblance is uncanny. They told me you looked like her, but …"

We get it, Jamie looks like Hermione with giant tits, this is getting old -_-

Jamie shivered as the man stepped before her. Her heartbeat increased and her body became hot and clammy as she felt him violate her with his eyes. He moved closer and she shivered as he stepped into the light before her. His face was sallow and covered in acne. His eyes were gray, but the parts that should be white were a very sickly looking yellow. Involuntarily, she shuddered as he stared at her silently. He took a few steps forward and was now so close that she could feel his breath on her neck. She cringed, but held her ground; determined to not show fear. Besides, where did she have to run?

It is rare that we get so much description of a character in the Saga.

With that said, take a look at Emma Wrong, the Big Bad of the Saga, wrecking terror and havoc in both the Wizard as well as the Muggle World, hellbent on resurrecting Salazar Slytherin - it is now the third fic and WE STILL DIDNT GET ONE DESCRIPTION OF WHAT SHE LOOKS LIKE.

"My name is Damien," he said, as if this should have some meaning to Jamie.

"Leave my sister alone," Caitlin yelled.

"Yeah, back off pimple puss," Emily shouted.

Damien seemed to ignore the outbursts of the younger girls as he moved even closer to Jamie, his large, oily nose now mere centimetres from her own. He leaned closer as if intending to kiss her, but instead whispered in her ear.

"Your sisters love you and appear prepared to leap to your defence," he said softly, yet in a cold manner, so that only Jamie could hear. "I like that. Since they are so brave, if you fight or resist me in even the slightest way, I'll allow them to pay the consequences."

Right now I have the feeling as though Neil is living out his fantasies through Damien.

He reached out his hand and caressed Jamie's cheek with his short rough fingers; slowly he moved them to touch her lips, before descending down her neck to her ample chest. Jamie closed her eyes and bit her lip as his fingers played briefly with her nipple, fearing he would devour it like Madam Hooch would do.

Then without warning, he grabbed her between the legs and prodded her roughly with his fingers. Jamie jerked in response, tears coming to her eyes, but she made no effort to stop his invasion. Damien moved away from her, a look of disappointment on his face.

I wonder why Caitlin isnt using this opportunity to make his head explode.

"You're no Hermione," he said, looking at Jamie with disenchantment. "You may have her looks, but you lack her tenacity. At the very least she would have spat in my face."

Damien turned his back on Jamie, as if their encounter had not even transpired, and addressed Timmy. "Would you like me to show you around?" he asked. "Your friends can join us."

Timmy nodded his head, eager for anything to do, and motioned for Emily and Caitlin to join him. Jamie just watched anxiously. Clearly this was where Hermione had been held captive when she was kidnapped two years ago. The memories of that time span still eluded Hermione. Could Damien have been her jailer? Was he the one that smashed the bones in her fingers? Considering that Madam Hooch had already told them that Hermione had been here, who else would it be? What else had he done? Had he possibly raped her?

Damien seemed to be enjoying giving the tour; it was as if he were sharing the results of a wonderful hobby. Emily and Caitlin walked apprehensively with Damien as he pointed out and explained the various implements to Timmy. Fortunately, Timmy was too young to appreciate most of Damien's enlightenment, but from the horrified looks on Caitlin and Emily's faces, they had understood his explanations, all too well.

After he had shown them such devices as The Rack, The Ducking Stool and the Wheel, Damien showed them The Cage. The Cage was rather simple. It consisted of an iron band that encircled the waist at the hips. From this band two additional iron bands were connected at either side in the front. These bands crossed at the chest and then bent over the shoulders again crossing in the back before connecting to the waistband. Wrist cuffs were attached to both sides and a hinged iron band went between the legs and closed at the back. Attachments for chains at the shoulders secured the prisoner to the wall.

I have a feeling that the Suethor gets turned on by all that.

After finishing explaining the finer points of the cage, Damien called to Jamie. "This was Professor Granger's home while she was with us. Would you like to try it on?"

Jamie didn't answer, but instead walked over and picked up Ben, who was stirring restlessly. Soon she would know whether or not he would drink the formula. As Jamie held Ben in her arms, Damien picked up the first of many tools lying on a shelf.

"Step closer to me," he said to Caitlin. "I want to show you how this works. I won't hurt you, at least not at the moment."

He picked up an iron four-pronged implement. "This is called a Breast Ripper," he said, pressing the instrument firmly against Caitlin's chest. "It was often used on women convicted of heresy or adultery. Depending on the mood of the torturer, the device would either be frozen or heated to increase the pain."

Oh G-d -_-

Neil is clearly turned on by all this.

Damien snickered as he removed the tool from Caitlin's breast. "It works better on something a bit larger. If you'd like a demonstration perhaps Jamie would be willingly to assist me." He laughed as if the idea of mutilating Jamie's breasts was amusing."

The " seems to indicate that he said this aloud about himself in the 3rd person.

How many betas were there again?

At that moment Ben began bawling and Jamie hurried to get him a bottle of formula. "Perhaps later," Damien said, sounding extremely let down. "She seems to be busy at the moment."

Is Neil trying to be funny here?

He returned the apparatus to the shelf and was about to pick up the thumbscrews when Timmy yelled, "What is that fancy looking thing?"

Damien patted the boy on the back. "That is one of my favourites," he said smiling wickedly at Timmy. "That is called a Pear."

"Like the fruit?" Timmy asked innocently.

"Yes," Damien said, again patting Timmy on the back.

-______-

Jamie listened nervously to Damien chatting to Timmy and the girls as she fed Ben. At least Ben was drinking his bottle.

"How does it work?" Timmy asked excitedly.

"It is forced into the mouth, rectum or vagina of the victim and there expanded by force of the screw to the maximum aperture of the segments," Damien answered. "The inside of the cavity in question is irremediably mutilated, nearly always fatally so. The pointed prongs at the end of the segments serve better to rip into the throat, the intestines or the cervix."

It is generally rare that this much is described here.

I hate it.

Timmy looked at him uncertainly, not quite understanding, but beginning to realise that these were not pleasant devices.

"How would you like that thrust into your little twat?" Damien asked Emily, maliciously.

"I'd much prefer to see it shoved up your scrawny arse," Emily retorted.

YASSS QUEEEEN SLAAAAY

"You have spirit," Damien said, gazing with pleasure at Emily. "It's a shame that I've been ordered not to damage any of you. I think I could have fun with you."

"Go fuck yourself!" Emily shouted, as she attempted to drive her knee in between Damien's legs. She missed her target and Damien sent her sailing across the room where she landed near an eight-foot tall pyramid shaped object.

Oh....that one....

"Leave her alone," Jamie yelled, running to her sister's side.

"You keep out of this, bitch, and tend to that infant or you'll be the first person to test my Pyramid of Death."

Jamie didn't have the opportunity to comment, because Ben chose that moment to vomit and then proceeded to cry hysterically.

"Shut that spoiled brat up," Damien commanded. "You do understand that little horror is the only reason you're alive, don't you?"

"Enough of this tour," Damien said, growing bored and turning as if to leave the chamber.

"But sir! What is the Pyramid of Death?" Timmy questioned.

Holy shit is this creepy!

"I like you, little one," Damien said, sounding sincere. "It is a misfortune you must die so young." He pointed to the tall pyramid in the middle of the room. "That is the Pyramid of Death. It is my own creation, bringing together the virtues of the Judas Cradle and Impalement."

Timmy, Emily and Caitlin all stared at the pyramid uncertainly, waiting for a further explanation.

"With the Judas Cradle, the victim was hung in the air by various ropes and dropped onto a point, thus completely destroying the genital area," Damien explained. "Impalement was the process of inserting a steak or post through the entire body of the victim, starting at the seat of the body and exiting through the mouth or throat."

Neil is clearly turned on by this o.O

Damien beamed in delight as he gave details on his creation. "The point and edges of the Pyramid of Death are razor sharp. The victim is tied and hung in the air over the pyramid in such a way that the arms and legs are in the air and the anus is barely touching the point. When the rope is released, theoretically the weight of the body will cause it to be cut in four pieces with the point of the pyramid coming out through the center of the scull."

Is this even possible?

Because googling "Pyramid of death" only gave me results from antisemitic conspiracy theories.

Caitlin threw up as she visualized such an atrocity. Timmy started to cry.

"You're mental," Emily shouted. "No one in their right mind could do something like that to another human being."

Damien backhanded Emily so hard that she fell to the floor. "I'll show you mental," he said. Damien looked coldly toward Jamie. "Hopefully they will all have the opportunity to see you meet that fate before they die." Without another word, he exited the dungeon.

"I'm scared," Timmy wailed. "I want my Mummy."

Emily lifted Timmy into her arms and tried to calm him.

"Jamie, what are we going to do?" Caitlin asked, their situation seeming hopeless.

"I don't know," Jamie sobbed as Ben sucked frantically on her nipple, trying to get nonexistent nourishment.

I hate what this is foreshadowing -__-

"Jamie, are we all going to die? Timmy asked between his sobs.

Jamie didn't answer. She just held Ben tightly as tears streamed down her face.

End of Chapter Seven

So, you noticed something?

The description. It is rare that something gets so much description, the last time we got so much description was when....Hermione got tortured in her captivity.

It´s very clear that Neil is turned on by this.

That was it for today.

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Castle on the Hill

English Literature PhD student Emma Swan just needs money to pay for her last semester of grad school tuition. Killian Jones has always dreamed of opening a bookshop but has never been able to afford it. So when the small principality of Misthaven is looking for their lost princess, the pair decide that this might just be the perfect money making scheme.

A Multi-chapter Modern Day + Lost Princess (think Rapunzel/Anastasia-esque) + Book Lovers in a Coffee Shop AU

Rating: T

Word Count: 40791/ ?

Prologue (Part 1 + 2) // Ch 1 // Ch 2 // Ch 3 // Ch 4 // Ch 5 // Ch 6

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Emma’s rejected kiss stings Killian all weekend. He tries to throw himself into work. To make up for taking Friday night off, he works the day and night shift on Saturday. It is just as well, the intense schedule keeps him busy and that is all he can ask for.

“What are you so down in the mouth about?” Ruby asks, when they swap shifts on Sunday.

“Tis nothing,” Killian mutters.

“Yeah, uh huh,” Ruby teases, folding her arms on the counter and propping up her chin on her hand, “Seriously, Killian, I’ve never seen you so forlorn. Tell Madame Ruby and she’ll sort out all your troubles.”

“Rubs, I said it was nothing,” Killian replies. It comes out more aggressive than intended.

“Woah,” Ruby says, “What the heck?”

She pauses and surveys him, “It’s a girl, isn’t it?” She’s smirking, before adding, “Or a boy? We’ve never talked about that specifically, and you can’t really assume these days.”

Killian rolls his eyes. While he’s seen Ruby sneak both lads and lasses up to her apartment, avoiding her Granny’s watchful eyes- Killian hasn’t brought anyone back to his apartment. He’s had occasional dates, one dreadful bathroom hook up that may have done permanent damage to a sink, and a two-week fling that he ended before anyone could get hurt. But he hasn’t really dated anyone, not since he arrived in Misthaven. Not since he left his painful romantic past behind him.

But there was something different about Emma. He could tell she got it. He could see her being the exception to rule, mostly because she would understand the rule in the first place. She knew about survival.

And maybe that was why she drew away from his kiss. If it was, he could deal with that. He could pick at her walls till she was ready for love.

But there are a million other reasons she might not be interested in him.

Reasons like the fact that she nearly has a PhD, while he’s never gone to a day of college. Reasons like she teaches classes on literature, while he works drawing pints and breaking up bar fights. Or that she lives in a nice apartment in a hip neighborhood, while he lives in a cramped apartment above a noisy bar. Or that he has a criminal record. Or that he’s spent most of his life without a family and that the one time he tried, it fantastically fell apart.

There are more than enough reasons for Emma Swan to not be interested.

“Shoot,” Ruby murmurs, “It is a girl. Or boy.”

“Girl,” Killian huffs.

“Right, girl,” Ruby says, nodding, “So who is she?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Killian shrugs.

“Why doesn’t it matter?” Ruby asks, leaning forward and raising an eyebrow.

“Because I tried to kiss her and she pulled away,” Killian admits, letting the bottled-up words out.

Ruby pulls a sympathetic face. “Tell me more. What’s she like?”

“She’s bloody fantastic. She’s American, blonde. She’s brilliant, a graduate student in literature. She likes all the same weird books I do.”

“Hmm, she sounds like your dream girl,” Ruby muses, “And I can’t think she isn’t interested in you- I mean, look at you. You’re attractive. You’ve got a quirky, but sexy accent. You’re charming as hell.”

“Ah Rubs, you flatter me so,” Killian jests.

“So what’s holding her back?” She asks.

He lifts a shoulder.

“It could be that she’s guarded,” Killian says, “I can tell she’s been through a lot, but I’m not sure what really and I’m not sure how it’s affected her. That’s the thing about Emma. She gets the ‘tough past’ thing. You can see it in her eyes and little things she says. She gets it. She likes books for the same reason I do, which I never known anyone like that before.”

“So, you think it’s the guarded thing?” Ruby says, “Because you know you can work on that. She’ll come around with more time.”

Killian shifts uncomfortably.

“Or it could be me. Maybe she wants someone,” He pauses, “More?”

“More what?” Ruby asks. “You can’t play that game. At least not yet. Give her more time. She’ll either come around and fall into your arms fairy tale style, or you’ll know she’s not interested but gain a friend. Just have patience, young grasshopper.”

“Oh like you are the yoda of dating wisdom?” Killian teases.

Ruby shrugs and gives a hum before leaving for her time off.

Killian takes Ruby’s advice and decides not to give up on Emma quite yet. Besides, they are in a business deal together. Wounded as his ego may be from her rejection, they still have to work together to pull off their scheme. And well, he still really fancies her.

He heads to Mamie’s on Tuesday afternoon. He’s given her the weekend to have time for herself, but he hopes he’ll see her today. After all, tomorrow she’ll be meeting with the queen and he reckons it’s a good idea to be on the same page before that happens.

He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees her. She sitting by the window as usual, her laptop and bowl of cappuccino in front of her. She dressed casually, skinny jeans and black t-shirt. Her red leather jacket is draped over the back of her chair. She also The Red Stilettos sitting on her table as well.

Killian flinches at the book. It’s a Blanche Neige, but by the far the darkest. While Killian’s reread most of her novels several times, he’s only read this one once. It was too haunting, too grim to touch again. The Red Stilettos tells the tale of a young girl forced into a career of exotic dancing for The Dictator after a cruel pimp in Dark Times Misthaven forces her into a pair of stiletto’s that force her to keep dancing. Her only solution is to cut off her own feet.

“Well that’s some jolly reading for the afternoon,” Killian remarks.

“Hello Killian,” Emma says, rolling her eyes.

Good old Emma. Always rolling her eyes.

“I can’t stand that one,” Killian tells her.

Emma gives him a puzzled look and then glances down at The Red Stilettos.

“It’s pretty dark,” Emma admits, “But I think it’s one of the most important of Blanche Neige’s work.”

Killian side into the chair across from her, resting a hand under his chin, “How so?”

“Well, her other novels are about people saving Misthaven, delivering it from oppressive dictators. But this one isn’t. The only person that that the protagonist manages to save is herself. And she has to cut away part of herself to do it, but she does. She saves herself. It’s not about daring resistance schemes, but personal resistance. It’s about the little things that we can do every day to rebel, to fight for hope.”

Killian looks at her with a sense of awe. She’s brilliant. Here he had just thought of it as a bleak, gritty novel, but Emma had found a way to see it as something both academic and inspirational.

“I think that it might be how Blanche Neige felt herself. Like she couldn’t bring down a whole regime. She couldn’t be the hero of her books, but she could do something. She could write these stories and use them as her own act of resistance,” Emma adds.

“Do you think they made a difference?” Killian asks.

“They made a difference to us,” Emma says, stirring a spoon in her cappuccino.

“They changed our whole lives,” Killian murmurs.

Emma licks some foam off her spoon and adds, softly, “So I think that counts.”

“Listen, Emma, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable on Friday,” Killian says.

“No, it’s okay, I was just being,” She hesitates and shrugs. He wonders what she’ll say- stubborn, guarded. “Me.”

“Well, I don’t ever want to come in the way of that,” He tells her, “But please, Emma, if you don’t want me around, if you don’t want to work with me- just say the words and I’ll disappear.”

“It’s not that,” Emma nibbles on the edge of the spoon, “I really like having you around. It’s just… I need to focus on my thesis. With this money-making plot as well, I really don’t have time for other… distractions.”

Killian isn’t sure if this was the whole story. Emma has so many walls and layers, he isn’t sure he’ll ever know her fully. But he knows that this is part of the truth. He knows how important her dissertation is to her. He wouldn’t ever want to stand in her way of following her ultimate goal.

“Just know that, um, if you change your mind, I’ll be here,” He says softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She looks up and meets his eyes.

Then just a blush begins to creep up on her, she lifts up her cappuccino bowl to cover her face. When she puts it down, the blush is gone and Emma is back to business. The emotionally intimate moment is pushed aside, or bottled up, or whatever it is Emma does to compartmentalize.

“So, I thought you were going to show me more of Misthaven,” Emma says, “It’s been what- a week- since you promised that and all I’ve seen so far is more of the Misthaven University library.”

Killian doesn’t mind the change in subject when it allows him another opportunity to take Emma on a date. Or maybe a not-date. Whatever, he’s happy for the excuse to spend more time with Emma.

“Your wish is my command, milady,” Killian says, “What would you like to see?”

Emma shrugs and runs her hand through her hair, “Something to get me out of my head.”

“Hmm, I thought you were avoiding distractions,” He teases.

Emma looks startled for a moment, before sticking out her tongue, “I can spare two hours off.”

Killian tries to think of something to do. It’s a gorgeous day, so maybe a hike in the mountains. Or a picnic in one of Misthaven’s many parks. Or a visit to the memorial gardens.

But she’s still so new to Misthaven, he thinks she needs another chance to get acquainted with the city.

“How do you feel about heights?” He asks.

Emma closes her laptop and smiles, “I don’t mind them.”

“Grand,” Killian says, “Grab your things. Let’s go.”

Emma follows Killian into the warm afternoon air. She stuffs her jacket into her purse, realizing that it isn’t necessary in the early autumn heat. They weave through Old Town. It’s buzzing, as usual, but slightly muted as the lunch crowd has headed back to work.

Killian stops in front the main church in town. Emma’s seen the dreamy steeple of the Cathedral de Sainte Ann many times, but she hasn’t ventured into the church before.

She isn’t really a church kind of person. Well, except for one time when she’d been fostered by a particularly religious family. They’d taken her and the three other foster kids to church every Sunday. She hadn’t minded it. There were always good stories. Men trapped in lion dens, others who walked on water- they were fascinating to listen to- nearly as good as fairy tales. But when one of her foster siblings had planted a handful of stolen money under her pillow, she was sent away and that was the end of churches.

She’s a little unsure of what they are doing outside of the building when Killian opens the door and gives her a little nod. Inside, glittering stain glass is scattering light everywhere. There is beautiful grey stone everywhere, like a portal to the past. The ceiling is decorated in little stars, with angels swirled in between.

“Chagall did the windows,” Killian whispers, “Take your time to take it all in.”

Killian goes to sit in one of the pews while she explores. Emma weaves around the church taking in each display of sparkling glass. She can’t tell what any of them are really. They are most dizzying displays of color and images. She loves the details of the place, the bits of gold decorating the alter piece, the ambo.

“It’s really nice,” Emma says, wishing she had better words to describe the fascinating building.

“It’s one of the oldest things in Misthaven,” Killian explains, “That and the castle, really.”

Emma hums, imagining all the history that took place here.

“But come on,” He says, “It’s time to see the true gem of this place.”

They walk together to entrance of the church. There is a small door there, the kind that might go unnoticed to a different eye. It could be leading to a closet, or maybe a space for a choir.

Killian puts a code into the lock on it and swings it open.

“You weren’t lying about the heights, right?” He asks.

Emma’s never been one to mind heights. After everything she’s gone through in life, a nice view has never turned her off. She shakes her head.

“Up we go, Swan. You never forget your first church tower.”

Emma follows him up into a small passage. The climb to the top of the tower is made up of several wooden ladders that lead up from platform to platform.

“Lady first,” Killian says, gesturing to her to begin the climb. “Or should I say Princess first.”

The name brings thoughts racing back to her head, thoughts that she’s been putting off all weekend because she can’t. She isn’t ready to think about them. She shoves them off for a moment more.

Emma begins the assent. The ladder isn’t rickety, but she is relieved that she doesn’t have any fears of heights or claustrophobia because that would make this a lot more difficult. When she reaches the first platform, she hears Killian begin on the ladder below her.

“How do you know about this?” She asks.

She doesn’t peg Killian for a church go-er. He’s a little too rogue for that kind of thing.

“Would you believe me if I told you that I used to be something of a Quasimodo? Living up in this very bell towers, ringing the bells, naming them all,” He rambles.

Emma rolls her eyes at him, even though he can’t see her.

“No,” She says flatly, reaching the second platform.

“Aw, come on. I named the biggest one after you. I call her the Swan,” He says.

“Still no,” She replies. “And are you calling me fat?”

“Of course not, love. Biggest for biggest heart, of course. And actually, she’s called The Vicious Swan,” His voice adds.

“Oh my god, Killian, I’m going to climb down and shove you off the ladder.”

“Only jesting, darling,” he says. “Would you believe me if I told you I worked odd jobs when I first arrived in Misthaven. During the Dark Times, the churches were destroyed and ransacked. This one in particular. I’m surprised the Chagall windows survived to be honest. The whole thing was in disarray. I spent a few weeks helping out here, just trying to be helpful. My biggest task was rebuilding these stairs and platforms.”

“So if they ever break- I’m blaming you?” She asks, stepping up to a higher one.

The image of Killian, hot, sweaty (and probably shirtless- What? A girl can dream!) building things, fills her head. She smiles to herself at the fantasy.

And then promptly cuts off her fantasy. Honestly, this “no Killian” plan is probably doomed.

“Precisely,” He says, “But they won’t. I’m excellent.”

“Are you really?” She asks.

Gesh, there are a lot of stairs to the top.

“Yes, Swan,” He says, mock annoyed.

“But yeah, I’d believe that,” Emma says.

She does, a lot more than his Killian of Notre Dame story.

“Well that’s the truth,” He says.

Emma’s nearly to the top, she thinks. Or at least she hopes. She may be fine with heights, but she isn’t in shape for a stepmaster workout.

“I slept on pews at night for my first week here because I didn’t have anywhere to stay yet. Just me fixing up the church and sleeping in it,” He tells her. “Eventually I paid for a room at the pub and then Ruby offered me the job and the rest was history.”

“Yeah, sounds like a literary classic right there,” Emma jokes, trying not to start puffing, “Killian Jones, Foundling.”

Emma can see a light peeking out of the top and finally climbs the last bit to reach the top of the last ladder.

Emma gets to the top of tower before Killian does. The final stairway gives way to small chamber lookout. There are four windows, each allowing a view of a different part of the town. She can hear him moving below her, but for now it’s just her and the city.

The whole city looks miniature below her. She can see the main sights- the river, the mountains, various spires of other, smaller churches. She can see the main building of the university. The rows of Old Town sprawl below her, winding along the curving roads, the buildings jutting out adorably.

If Killian is still talking, she can’t hear him. There aren’t any distractions here.

And her thoughts, the ones she’s been shoving down all weekend, the worries that rattle in her chest, twist in her stomach- they come full force forward.

How is she going to do this?

How is she going to have tea with the Queen of Misthaven?

Emma has never really been a daughter. Ingrid was the closest she came, but the way things ended there has left Emma even more uncomfortable with idea of family than she was before. She had just thought that it was something sure and loving, when the rug had been pulled out from under her.

How is Emma supposed to be someone’s daughter now?

Is she just going to sashay into the Queen Mary Margaret’s tea room and have a chat like old friends? All the while as she stars at her, looking to see her daughter in her eyes, her smile. All the while as Emma straight up tries to live a lie.

She feels her hands shaking before the enormity it comes crashing down on her.

“Swan?” Killian asks, as he reaches the top step.

A lump has settled in her throat and she can’t find the words. She rests her elbows on the ledge of the open window, leaning forward to busy herself looking over the city.

And to hide her face from Killian lest she does something embarrassing. Like cry.

“Emma, love? Are you alright?” He asks. She can hear him striding across the small room.

She doesn’t move. She doesn’t say anything. She can’t. Anything will make her guard drop at this point.

“Is it the heights?” He says, his voice right behind her. “If it is, we can go back down. I won’t even tease you about it.”

She turns to shake her head, words still sticking in her throat.

Killian extends his hands tentatively. She doesn’t shy away when he places his hands gently on her shoulders, or when he pulls her close for a hug.

She should, she definitely should be pulling away. A hug is one step away from an emotional make out session. But she doesn’t have the energy to resist. She steps awkwardly into his embrace.

Emma has never been good at physical contact. Hot and heavy? Sure. But this, this vulnerability, this gentleness- this is foreign. She never grew up with moms and dads who gave hugs or tender squeezes of a hand. Even Ingrid had been scarce with hugs, afraid of frightening Emma with contact after her previous home. This is so stupid. She doesn’t know even know how to hug someone.

Honestly- how is she going to do this?

But then Killian’s arms tighten around her and she melts.

She lets herself relax so that she fits inside the tiny curves that his encircling arms make. She lets her forehead fall to the crook of his neck. She knows that she’s going to make a mess of tears on his t-shirt, but something tells her already that he won’t mind.

He brushes a hand into her hair. It makes her feel like melting again, a soft, relaxing feeling starting at her head and passing calm through her body.

“What is it, love?” He asks, his voice soft.

It’s many moments later when she gathers her breath, finding the words to begin an answer.

“I’m not sure I can do this,” She whispers.

“Do what?” He asks, another gentle hand through her hair.

It soothes her enough to begin to answer.

“I’m not sure I can be someone’s daughter,” Emma says.

He gently, ever so gently, puts his hands on her face to guide her to look up at him.

“You’re an orphan?” He asks.

She swallows, wondering how he put it together so quickly.

He runs a thumb under her eyes, smearing the tears.

“I know that look,” He tells her before she can ask. “You’ve got a look in your eye of someone who has been left alone for too long.”

“How do you know?” She asks.

“I was too,” He tells her.

All of a sudden the intimacy of the moment hits her. Here they are, alone in this church tower, above Misthaven, faces just inches from each other, sharing the deepest of secrets. It’s way more than Emma is comfortable with, especially after running away from Killian the other night.

But she can’t run away, not now, not in his arms, not at the top of a freaking bell tower. Not after he just revealed a deep secret to her.

So, she lets him continue.

“My gran died when I was twelve. I ran away to England. I ended up lost in foster care with no one at all to care for me,” He explains. “I made a lot of mistakes. I spent a lot of time alone. I tried to have family and the bloody thing came crashing down on me.

“What I’m trying to say, Emma, is that I get it.”

And he does. She knew that they were kindred souls, but not to this extent. She didn’t know how similar they really were till this minute.

“It was the same for me,” She reveals, “Going from foster family to foster family. Some were good, others were really, really bad- but they never really felt like home.”

“It’s okay, Emma,” He says softly. “Love has been all too rare in your life, hasn’t it?”

She sniffles and nods. Then she looks up at Killian. He’s smiling a gentle, reassuring smile. It lets her keep going, letting her full worries pour out.

“I don’t know how to be Princess Emma. I don’t know how to be a girl who grew up with hot chocolate with cinnamon and ponies and parents who loved her.”

Killian makes a sushing sound and sways gently, a rocking motion. His hand is still coaxing her through soft brushes through her hair.

“I don’t even have a middle name. I had to make up my own last name. I’ve never known my birthdate or my parents name. I was just found; left in an airport. And it sucks. At least you had a brother one time. I don’t even know if I had siblings. I don’t know anything about my origins, just that whoever I belonged to didn’t want me.

This is why I’m so freaking terrified to have tea with the queen. She’s going to see right through me because I can’t possibly be like her. I can’t ever be someone so loved, so cared for.”

Killian is silent a moment. And Emma wonders if she is getting snot on his shirt and if he can tell.

“Oh Emma. First of all, you don’t have to be her. If you go in there demanding a hot chocolate with cinnamon and talking about ponies, it will be obvious that I told you all I know. It will look staged and silly. You don’t have to be a modern characterture of a three-year-old Princess,” Killian is rambling now. There is still something calming to it. She can tell he’s really trying to reassure her.

She sniffles again as he keeps going.

“Let’s be honest, Princess Emma is very likely dead. If she isn’t, she could be anyone. She could be someone in Misthaven or someone halfway across the world. She could be someone who was lonely, who grew up in foster care. For all we know, she could be a man now. There is no way to tell what happened to Princess Emma or what she’d be like now. You just have to be you. Just you Emma.”

He strokes his thumb along her jaw, rubbing over her chin. His smile is so sincere, bordering on tender that it melts her heart.

He continues, “And if the queen happens to believe you are her long lost daughter, then that’s amazing. You’ll become a pseudo-princess and you’ll have money to finish your studies and maybe help me with my shop. But if it doesn’t work- you haven’t failed either. You’ll get to sip tea in a bloody fancy house. You’ll get to talk to the queen about books, maybe make a new friend. Who knows, maybe she’ll even pay your school fees anyway, she’ll like you so much. The thing is, I really want this to work. I know we both do. But it doesn’t have to. And you don’t have to stress yourself out trying to be someone you aren’t. Be yourself and the rest will fall into place.”

She gives him a little nod that she understands. Her tears have lessened now. Her breath is still unsteady, a few stray hiccups sneaking in.

He pulls her back into a hug. It’s gentle and sweet and she just wants to stay in it forever. Silly Emma, not being used to physical attention and getting sappy about hugs. She wants to chastise herself, but she also just wants to be in this moment and take it in. Killian Jones, her kindred soul, her fellow foster child, comforting her in the simplest of ways.

“Come on Swan,” He finally says, his voice soft, “You’ll miss out on the greatest view in Misthaven.”

He runs his hands down her arms till he reaches her wrists. He tugs on them slightly, pulling her over to the window.

It’s just as lovely as it was moments before, the whole city laid out in front of her.

“Look,” Killian says softly, pointing, one hand still in hers, “You can see your apartment way over there. And over there, in Old Town, is my pub.”

“Hey, I still haven’t been there,” Emma points out, “I want my free drink.”

“All in good time, Swan,” He teases. “If you look over there, you can see the harbor. The opera house is just below us. You see the dome, right?”

Killian continues pointing out little details to her- the library, a few good museums, parks he promises they’ll visit on a nice day.

“And do you see that castle looking thing over there?” He asks, nodding at the mountain opposite.

She follows his gaze, taking in the small chateau tucked into green of the mountaintop. Even from far away, she can see it’s opulence.

“That’s where you’ll be having tea tomorrow. The queen doesn’t live in the main castle. You probably know that. She’s taken up residence in that little one. It used to be their summer home.”

Right, their summer home is just a slightly smaller castle. That’s totally normal. And so completely out of Emma’s league.

As quickly as Emma feels her fears return, they vanish as she lets the memory of Killian’s earlier words wash over her. She just has to be herself.

“You’re going to brilliant,” He says, his voice soft, “Just watch, you and the queen will get on perfect.”

Emma feels herself blush and smile demurely.

“Now love,” He says, “Enough adventure for today. I think you have a free drink to claim.”

“Really?’ She asks, turning back to face him, cheerfully.

“Yes, now come along Swan, before I change my mind,” He says, wrapping an arm around her to guide her back down.

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