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gaetoeinhaler · 4 years

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𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞

leviathan x female reader smut

warnings ; possessive dom reader, sensitive sub levi, marking/love bites/hickeys, tail and horn grabbing, riding, dirty talk, thigh squeezing (even tho he got some chopstick lady legs), orgasm denial, edging, rough sex, squirting

a/n : im going to do a few dominant reader chapters, since i usually write for a submissive reader. though, ive been finding that i repeat the same actions every time i do a sub reader. so, to change things up for now, i'll do a few dominant reader chapters with different types of kinks and all. besides, being a dom writer is a bit troublesome to write for a sub reader when you have no idea what they act like when sub. whether they're bratty, flustered, blunt, or anything else, ive got no clue. all i know is how to be a possessive easily jealous dom 🤷‍♀️ also this was supposed to be out by last night lmao oops.

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sucking and biting, the endless whimpers and whines from the demon never stopped. straddling his lap, grinding against his hard erection, teasing and tempting him more. "a-ah~" a small moan fell from his lips, causing me to lift up my head and stare into his sunset colored eyes. lust, passion, love. many more emotions were held within them, tense and raw.

"levi," his name flowed off my tongue, my eyes piercing into his as the blush upon his pale cheeks grew a more intense color of redish pink. "you naughty boy."

planting my face back into the crook of his neck, i licked a spot before attaching my teeth to it, sucking before digging in the skin, not harsh enough to cause it to bust and bleed, but gentle enough to leave a deep mark. a mark to show who exactly leviathan belongs to.

seeing his horns, i reached up, gently stroking them before clasping my hand around them gently, knowing how sensitive they are. loud erotic sounds erupted from levi's throat, his face flushing an even deeper red shade then before.

chuckling to myself, i licked them softly before sliding myself from his body and to my knees. grabbing the hem of his pants, i tugged them down, revealing the tight tent in his boxers, a small wet stain with white. licking my lips, i slipped his pants off before grabbing ahold of his legs, holding them in my hands and kissing at his skin softly, before starting to suck and nibble, then leaving more marks.

planning to mark the demon head to toe, i stared into his eyes, a wicked smile spread across my lips as i could see slight tears come to the brim of his eyelids. "(y/n) please~" he moaned out softly, his forked tongue bit between his teeth as i neared closer to the tent hidden behind his underwear. "not yet, levi. you've been a good boy this far, so continue before i decided to be rougher."

nipping more at his smooth thighs, i left more marks amongst his pale skin. teeth digging in his flesh, leaving red marks that would surely bruise. licking at them softly as i left more and more behind every spot i went to, i turned my slightly to see levi's face. his hair was disheveled, his face red and his forked tongue out, saliva present on it. his eyes were closed, his neck starting to bruise and become red from the previous marks left on his skin.

smiling to myself, I continued my work down here. levi's tail was in view, a thought going through my head. reaching over and gently grabbing it, a loud moan escaped levi's lips. rubbing my thumb along his scales, feeling just exactly how cold to the touch it was. i knew he had scale markings amongst is body, seeing as i had already stimulated those on his neck.

releasing his tail, my hands grasped back on his thighs, causing him to yelp in surprise. feeling the soft skin within my hands, as well as feeling the dent of my marks on them, i looked at what i made. there were already bruises forming, some parts having red spots showing that blood would pop up if i had just bitten a little harder.

"levi, baby." i spoke softly, my hands moving up his thighs and towards his hips until my fingers latched onto the hem of his boxers. "you've been good so far. hold on a little more, alrighty?" i moved up, planting kisses amongst his stomach and up his chest to meet his lips, placing a gentle kiss upon them.

slipping his underwear off from his hips and down his legs, i made quick disposal of them. looking down to see in between his legs was his erection, standing straight up, pre-cum leaking from the tip and down the rest of his length. the veins under the skin were clear, able to be seen. biting my bottom lip, i moved to see levi's expression.

his expression was the same before, except his eyes were open, revealing those sunset eyes i had found myself to fall in love with. leaning in, i pressed my lips against his. "be patient, be a good boy for me levi." i whispered against his mouth. he let out a soft grunt, watching as i moved back to take off my own clothes.

lifting up my shirt and unclipping my bra, i dropped those clothing items to the ground before ridding myself of my shorts and panties. leaving my clothes to accompany levi's on the ground, i moved back towards his body, still sitting in the chair he'd sit in to game.

his face got even more red, if that was even a possibility. straddling his lap, i hovered above his reaction, only moving down to tease the tip to my slit, letting it feel how wet ive become.

his hands moved from the arm rests of the chair and settled on my hips, grasping them lightly. leaning into his touch, i nuzzled against his skin, feeling the vibrations of his soft moans. pressing a kiss to one of the bruises forming, i lowered myself onto his length.

my walls sucked him in, his size stretching me once more and soaking in the slick within my entrance. slowly lowering, i stopped when it was all in. staying still, i let my body get accustomed to the new sensation. once ready, i lifted my hips from off him before slamming myself back down, a loud moan ripping from my throat, mingling with levi's own groan in the air.

examining his eyes, i saw small tears form in them. bringing my hand up, i wiped them away before pressing a kiss to his adams apple. lifting my hips back up, i started to form a rhythm, sliding off and on to his cock as my hips moved up and down. the tip entered at a harsh pace, pushing against my spongey spot, before continuing its way deep into me before coming out.

angling my hips for him to hit that special spot, he started to thrust up, falling into a small sync with my own pace. more moans ripped through my throat, my hands moving from his shoulders to his horns, grasping ahold of the bases of them and leaning into him.

bouncing amongst his cock, my breasts moving with every harsh thrust against him, i stared into his eyes. seeing all the emotions within them, mixing and stirring around. as his tip kept hitting my special spot, the rest of his cock following to press against it, the veins pressing harder, more moans came from out me.

gripping his horns harder, running my thumb up and down them, i stimulated the demon under me more, bringing him closer to his orgasm. "(y/n)!" he gasped, more tears forming at the brim of his eyes. "i-i'm gonna cum soon!" he gasped out. rubbing harsher, faster amongst his horns as i kept a steady pace with his member, i could feel him twitch inside of me.

before he could cum, i lifted my hips up and away from his, hearing a desperate whine come out his throat. confusion and desperation were written within his face.

"not yet, i havent gave you permission to cum, naughty boy." I whispered into his ear before turning myself around, until back was pressed up against his. his hands grasped ahold of my hips once more, his length ready to penetrate me once more and bring him closer to his and my orgasm.

sliding my onto his length, i felt the bit of cum that did escape from him. panting slightly as he started to move once more, this time with every soft thrust he gave, it hit my g-spot. his tail was flicking around against the ground, my eyes following its length until i found the base of it. grabbing ahold, i felt the cold scales against my warm fingers.

stimulating and putting more pleasure into levi, his hips started to thrust harder against me, chasing our orgasms as his tip kept hitting against my g-spot at a fast pace, the veins at the top of his cock pushing against them as well.

gasping, i closed my eyes from the feeling, enjoying the pleasure i was receiving. wet moans and the sound of his hips slamming up to meet mine filled within the room.

"Levi~!" his name fell from my lips, as i felt my orgasm coming closer. determined, he kept thrusting against my hips, until a certain groan rumbled from his throat. a signal that he was going to cum.

pushing my hips against his as much as i could, the knot within my lower abdomen broke as my walls clenched down around his length, my body shaking against his as my own cum gushed out of my body. he soon released after i had, his body shaking slightly as his grip against my hips tightened, his nails digging and piercing into my skin.

his semen spurted from his tip, and into my entrance, painting it all white with his cum. panting, i let go of his tail, and turning to rest my head against his chest.

his arms enclosed around me, embracing and caging me into his touch. "good boy," i breathed out before placing a kiss to his collar bone where one of his scales were.

"but we're not done just yet." a wicked smile formed across my face.

#obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me leviathan x female reader #obey me smut #leviathan #leviathan x reader #leviathan x female reader #leviathan x female reader smut #x reader #smut #x female reader #reader insert #female reader insert

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keelywolfe · 3 years

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FIC: Just Swimmingly ch.9 (BAON)

Summary: The final chapter! Let's hope it lives up to the story name, shall we?

Tags: Spicyhoney, Established Relationships, Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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Edge knew that he wouldn’t be able to carry Stretch for long. They were barely down the hallway to the stairs when warning twinges started up in his leg, and he could only ignore it for so long before he setback his own recovery. He resented that lingering weakness, hated that someone had stolen, albeit temporarily, his ability to physically take his willing husband to wherever he wished to put him. Hated that Stretch no longer flung himself at Edge from their front porch, trusting that he would be caught.

A return to that would come, he reminded himself. For now, he simply had to get Stretch to the car. He wasn’t about to let him walk downstairs with the delicate bones of his feet exposed to the floor of that filthy, junk-strewn warehouse anymore than they already had and perhaps Stretch realized that as well. His protests were brief and faded quickly.

“babe, no, your leg!” Stretch made a weak attempt at squirming loose, “i can walk!”

“You are in your bare feet,” Edge said shortly, “there is angel knows what foulness on this floor, and I am not letting you go.”

“guess i can’t argue that," Stretch sighed. "okay, captain. make it quick.”

“You’ve never said that before,” Edge murmured and Stretch let out a startled laugh that was always lovely to hear, but especially tonight. He really was all right if he could laugh like that, deep and sweet and loud.

So, Edge carried on down the stairs, past the melting remains of some kind of chemical foam, and Stretch didn’t struggle, a wise choice considering it would probably have sent them both tumbling down. He simply sighed and wrapped his slim arms around Edge’s neck, his skull resting lightly against his shoulder.

He was exhausted, Edge realized belatedly, already mentally berating himself. Of course he was, it was past the point of being late and going more into early, and the only sleep Stretch had had tonight was deliberately induced unconsciousness.

Better not to think about that. Seeing Stretch awake and hearing his laughter already relieved some of the raw, achy heat in his soul, there was no point in agitating it again. Surreptitiously, Edge ducked his head enough to breathed in the sweet scent of his husband’s magic, letting it further ease the dimming clamor of his LV demanding retribution. Much as he hated admitting when his brother was right, it would be best to let the Embassy security teams handle the kidnappers. Not that Edge wouldn’t be intently watching the results, but Edge knew himself well enough that he couldn’t promise not to react with violence if he saw any of them in person.

They’d stolen from him. Not a possession, no, love was not something to be owned, but it could be given, along with his soul, and Edge had given his to the very person they’d tried to use as a mere tool to be bartered with and after, they would have surely discarded him as nothing more than a useless object, a means to an end.

There was only one punishment suitable for that and Edge did not trust himself not to mete it out.

Outside, the night air was cool, refreshing after the dusty warehouse, and there was a new vehicle amidst the Embassy cars. An ambulance, the lights swirling silently atop, and the back doors were open with a stretcher already on the pavement. When the attendants saw them, they started forward, and in his arms, Stretch tensed, shifting as if to crawl up and over him in a wild attempt at escape.

“no,” Stretch said shortly. “no, no, no, don’t let the damsel in distress pose fool you, i am fine. all i need is a stiff drink and some zzz’s, this is me not consenting to any medical treatment.”

“Love—” Edge began. Stretch swung around to look at him, the pale glare of his eye lights accusing, and he backtracked, choosing his words carefully, “You were drugged. Perhaps it would be best if you were checked out.”

That suggestion was met with fierce scorn as Stretch scoffed, "yeah, i was drugged and now i am wide awake. i can tell you my name, my address, and my shoe size, and whoever tries to get me into the back of that wah-wah-mobile is gonna know it, too, when i shove my foot up their ass.”

“kinky.” Edge whirled to see his brother’s smirking face as he strolled towards them. “wellie, well, well, went fishin’ and got a hellava catch, eh, boss?”

In his arms, Stretch stiffened so briefly, he might have imagined it. He blinked rapidly, once, twice, as if to clear his vision, then relaxed again, settling on a wheedle in Red’s direction, “fishing jokes are so cliché, cooking is better. i’m the best cupcake in the bakery, so let him wrap me up and take me home. come on, tell them i’m fine.”

Red scratched the back of his skull lazily, “dunno, honeybun, might need a tune-up and an oil change—”

“quit switching the metaphors!” Stretch let go of Edge long enough to flip a middle finger at him.

Red snorted, amused, “yeah, yeah, he can take you home. if,” Red stressed, “you take a mo’ to strip off the new gear those assholes gave you.”

“aw, gee, red,” Stretch batted a pair of imaginary eyelashes, “you’ve never asked me to strip before. i’m not even wearing a g-string, where will you stuff the dollars?”

“cute,” Red’s grin widened in a way that made Edge want to carry his husband far away. The way he bared his teeth venturing into the realm of amused cruelty, and the flick of his tongue absurdly lascivious, “it’s evidence and we need it. if you’d rather change up at the bone factory, bet the docs could take a chance to check you out—”

“no!” Stretch yelped, “no, no, fine. you have something for me to change into?”

“yep.” And Red pointed to the back of the ambulance. “in there.”

Stretch rolled his eye lights. “wow,” he said dryly, “that trap isn’t even subtle. you want i should strap myself into the stretcher, too? check my vitals, start an iv?”

“it’s the only place to change, so either trust that we’ll do a catch and release, or…” Red trailed off meaningfully.

Stretch heaved a sigh and started squirming in Edge’s arms, wincing at the gravel as he was carefully set on the pavement. “back to fishing, huh? fine, fine. but if it drives off in the hospital way when i climb in the back, I’m shortcutting at the first stoplight and then we can play tag across town.”

“I won’t let them take you anywhere you don’t want to go, love.” Edge signed a little ‘x’ over his chest. Stretch’s scrutinizing look shifted to a soft smile and even though he would have preferred a doctor checking him over, Edge wouldn’t do anything to break the trust shining in his eye lights, not for anything in the world.

“okay, babe,” Stretch said, “give me five.”

He climbed into the ambulance, pulling the rear doors shut behind him. After a few minutes of the vehicle shaking and muffled swearing coming through the door, Stretch remerged. The clothes weren’t his own, but they fit, soft pants and a neon-bright sweatshirt that Stretch could have chosen himself, a far contrast to the cheap, bland clothes their kidnappers forced on them. Edge suspected his brother’s hand in it and wondered with some resignation if Red sent someone to purchase them tonight or if he simply kept spare clothes for them all in the dingy hole in the Embassy basement that passed as his office, for just such an occasion.

Probably the latter, Red was never one who minded delegating, but some things required a personal touch.

With visible distaste, Stretch handed over a large brown paper sack to Red. “take ‘em,” he said flatly. “burn them, whatever. i never want to see them again.”

“fair enough,” Red handed the bag off to one of the Embassy security who was standing close by with a muttered order. “all right, newly engaged goes next.”

Their Human friends were standing close by, both silently watching the entertainment, which was fair after the recent show upstairs. With the spotlight turned his way, Jeff hastily nodded and Antwan carefully set him on his feet, his hands lingering and reluctant to let him go.

“You two can head on home,” Antwan said, “We’re taking one of the Embassy cars.”

“yeah, okay, sounds good.” But Stretch didn’t return to Edge. He went to Jeff, leaning down to pull him into a tight hug that was fiercely returned. “hey, we made it, and you even got a special prize to top it off. congrats, bro,�� Stretch told him.

It was charming the way Jeff’s cheeks went visibly pink even in the harsh overhead lights of the parking lot, but if this horrible night could end for him on a smile, Edge thought it fitting. No one said a word until the friends ended their embrace, Jeff heading into the ambulance to change and Stretch returning to Edge’s side, if not his arms.

“hey, honey bun.” Stretch paused, giving Red a questioning look, “i’ll have your cell phone back to you tomorrow.”

His face twitched but Stretch only nodded. He turned in a circle, his gaze searching, until it landed on Edge’s car parked on the far side of the lot. He started towards it and as slippers were included with his new wardrobe, Edge reluctantly allowed Stretch to walk on his own towards it.

Before he’d taken two steps, a small voice came from behind them. “Can I ride back with you two?”

Alone on the crumbling pavement, Blue stood there, his hands twisting together and his starry eye lights hesitant and hopeful. For the second time that night Edge cringed inwardly at not thinking of him.

“sure, bro,” Stretch said immediately. His eye lights flicked briefly to Edge to confirm, surprising him.

Of course he could come with them, why wouldn’t he…they needed to invite Blue over more often, Edge decided abruptly. They saw him often on movie nights and group events, and he knew that the Swap brothers had lunch together once a week, but he should spend more time with his brother, and with Edge.

Once, they’d been decently good friends, before his relationship with Stretch subtly cooled things between them. They could be friends again, better friends, if only one of them took the first step. Interesting how traumatic events could be a hell of an incentive.

“Of course,” Edge told him, and tried not to notice the sudden gratitude that filled Stretch’s face. He dug into his pocket for his keys and tossed them to Blue, who caught them with a jangle. “In fact, I’d prefer if you’d drive.”

Blue brightened visibly at the show of trust, darting over to the car. He held open the door as Stretch crawled into the back and didn’t so much as raise an eyebrow when Edge followed him.

“home, jeeves,” Stretch said. The last word broke on a deep yawn and he shifted to sprawl across the backseat, his skull in Edge’s lap.

“Seatbelt,” Edge chided.

“you put it on me,” Stretch grumbled. He didn’t move as Edge did, only settled in more comfortably once the belt was across him. He was asleep before they’d even left the parking lot, without so much as an ounce of deception in his long, slow breaths.

Cautiously, Edge settled his bare hands on him, choosing where to settle them with some care, one hand on his clothed side and the other on his skull with more palm than fingers. He wished for a pair of his gloves to keep the sharpened tips safely concealed. Earlier, he’d wanted his hands exposed and ready to be used, and now in the aftermath, he wanted them tucked away again, the same as he’d learned to conceal his other, more Underfell-ian tendencies. Only bringing them out when they were useful, like a set of heirloom dishes, then hiding them at the back of the hutch again to gather dust.

(don’t think of it that way, do not)

He resisted the urge to clench his hands, closed his sockets and tried to concentrate on the feel of warm bone under his bare hand. Stretch often carried spare gloves for him in his bag, never questioning Edge’s preference, never mocked or teased; he didn’t just accept that quirk, he embraced it and tried to help. If he were awake, he would have been pleased at the bare-handed touch, he would understand the significance of it and Edge focused on that.

It helped soothe some of his agitation and when Edge opened his sockets again, he was surprised to see the Embassy gates already looming ahead. “Drop us off, you can take my car home tonight.”

Blue nodded silently, his gaze focused intently on the road. There wasn’t even a teasing, if pointed, joke about Edge letting his car out of his sight. The car didn’t matter, all that was important was in his arms right now.

He pulled into their driveway and Blue held the door again as Edge carefully lifted Stretch into his arms. He paused long enough for Blue to press a gentle kiss to his brother’s skull, murmuring something Edge did not hear, then carried him inside as the car pulled out of the drive behind him. He hoped Papyrus was home, surely he was, and that he would know that Blue could use some friendly companionship after this night.

He would know, Edge decided firmly. This was Papyrus he was thinking of and it was likely he already had a pot of strong tea and some very interesting cookies ready to share, along with a blanket and some Mettaton reruns. Blue would be fine for tonight and tomorrow he could come over again, after they’d all had some necessary sleep.

He carried Stretch inside and settled him on the sofa. Upstairs would have been better, but he needed a moment for his leg to recover before taking him any further. Not that Stretch noticed, he only slept on, sleepily burrowing into the blanket Edge draped carefully over him.

Indecision seized Edge then. There were things that needed to be done, but leaving Stretch here alone made uneasiness stir in his soul. In the end, he checked the door and window locks to make sure they were secured and that their alarm system was on before he reluctantly went upstairs to run a bath and lay out pajamas. It would be testing Stretch’s ability to sleep through anything, but those Humans had touched him, laid their filthy hands on him. A quick wash would go a long way for both of them to get some decent rest.

He waited for the tub to fill with foamy bubbles, the unsubtle floral scent of lavender filling the room, before heading back downstairs. He halted on the landing, his soul seizing in his chest, to see that the sofa was empty, the blanket thrown carelessly back.

Edge closed his sockets and took a long, deep breath, settling his rattled nerves. Yes, Stretch was missing again, but this time, he suspected he knew exactly where he’d gone.

The sliding glass door was now unlocked, and Edge opened it to step out into the backyard. Dewy grass clung to his shoes as he walked and the horizon was overflowing with purples and pinks and deep orange, heralding the arrival of the sun.

The fence was standing open, confirming his suspicions, and Edge opened the coop door to find Stretch sitting on the floor, heedless of its less than sterile state. Nugget was in his lap, magnanimous surrendering her a scritches to her small, adopted duckling that was curled up on Stretch’s knee, mumbling out sleepy little quacks as it was gently stroked.

Stretch didn’t look up. “hey, babe,” he mumbled.

Edge sank down to sit next to them, pressing their sides together from shoulder to hip. “You could have warned me,” Edge said.

It was lightly said, but Stretch flinched, shifting to rest his head on Edge’s shoulder. “sorry, wasn’t thinking.”

“I’d say you’re still not,” Edge agreed. “are you even awake?”

“prolly not.”

They sat together in the dimly lit coop, the silence broken only by the faint sleeping rumbles from the chickens. Neither of them were prepared for Cheese to stir, going from sleeping to wide awake in an instant the moment they noticed the open door. With a riot of happy peeps, they hopped from Stretch’s knee, dodging Edge’s grab as they ran outside to plunge into the new pond, swimming circles in the clear water.

They followed them out, “No, not right now,” Edge began, preparing to wade in if necessary to secure their tiniest poultry companion.

“eh, let ‘em play," Stretch yawned. He sank down on the walkway they’d finished only the day before. “let them have some fun. may as well, i'm really tired, but i dunno if i can sleep yet."

Edge nodded and settled next to him again. The brickwork was hard beneath his tailbone and he made a mental note to have a bench of some sort installed. He should have thought of it before, Stretch enjoyed watching his pets, and both the patio and the porch swing were too far away for proper observation. Rather than allow Stretch to sit on the stones, he pulled his love into his lap, holding him close without impeding his view. "We can wait until you're ready."

"gonna have nightmares,” Stretch said abruptly. His voice was smaller and knowingly weary. "i was scared, you know, but andy was there, and he was scareder. his face was," Stretch gestured at his own face and shook his head. "i couldn't let him get hurt. i couldn’t."

It ached to hear that soft confession, though he’d known Stretch must have been frightened. He pushed the image of Stretch waking up terrified and surrounded by enemies out of his mind, saying firmly, "You didn't, you protected him."

"he wouldn't need protecting if he'd stayed in his seat on that bus all those months back,” Stretch said sourly and that was a notion that couldn’t wait for his therapist to address.

"Don't,” Edge told him softly, “Don't take on blame that isn't yours, you don’t deserve to carry their guilt."

"heh, yeah. you're one to talk."

“I know. So you can believe I know what I’m talking about.”

“don’t worry, babe, i know something about carrying guilt that ain’t yours, too.” Before Edge could question that, Stretch sighed heavily, confessing, "i knew one of the guys."

That was a chilling admission. "You did."

"yeah, he used to work at classic books,” Stretch said. He shifted in Edge’s arms, unconsciously pushing in closer. “had an issue with monsters, but i didn't think anything of it. lots of humans do. he never said anything out loud that i ever heard. last i knew, thomas said he quit. thomas was happier for it, he was about to fire the guy, anyway, him quitting made his life easier."

“Does my brother know this?”

“if he didn’t before, pretty sure he already does now, but i’ll tell him during my little interview tomorrow.” In his arms, Stretch shivered, bones briefly rattling. “when i saw him, saw into his—” Stretch stopped abruptly, “anyway. he’s not a nice guy, babe. not at all.”

“I see,” Edge said, slowly. There were depths in that obvious diverting should be explored, questions to ask, but that could wait for tomorrow. “Let’s go inside and get cleaned up, all right?”

“yeah, okay.” Stretch crawled out of his arms to the side of the pond and rather than fruitlessly chasing Cheese, he held out a hand. It took hardly more than a touch of blue magic to pull the little duckling close, their pitiful quacks as they were once more robbed of their watery freedom filling the air. “yeah, i know,” Stretch soothed, “tomorrow, okay? i’ll let you swim ‘till you’re sick of it, kiddo.”

He returned the duckling to Nugget, who unsympathetically tucked the peeping duckling beneath her, and when Stretch turned back to Edge, his gaze sharpened suddenly as he watched Edge climb to his feet. “where’s your cane?”

“I was getting it as we speak.”

“uh huh, from inside the house, it’s so useful in there. you,” Stretch jabbed a slender finger at him, “you’re going to use it all day tomorrow, right? no bitching, either.”

Edge didn’t bother pointing out that it was highly likely he wouldn’t be doing much walking at all tomorrow, certainly not out of their home. Tomorrow would be full of questioning and paperwork, so many things that would need to be done. But first, they needed to finish off the night before dawn took it.

“Of course,” he agreed. He allowed Stretch to pull an arm over his shoulders, ostensibly to help him inside, but it wasn’t his leg that needed Stretch’s assistance.

His soul pulsed in his chest softly, settling at the feel of Stretch close to him, leading them both into their house, and when they finally slept that night, it was on the sofa rather than their bed, both of them freshly washed and with a cooking show playing softly in the background.

Lying together, Edge was acting the part of smaller spoon to Stretch’s larger one, and if Stretch guessed the position was one that put Edge closer to the door, he didn’t say. His face was buried into the back of Edge’s neck, his breath damp and even. Edge drifted on the borders of sleep, listening more to that quiet breathing than whatever the chef on the screen was saying.

“I can’t lose you.” The words escaped him, said to no one at all, less a statement and more a vow, a promise offered in the early morning light. I can’t, he thought to himself as he drifted, barely hearing the sleepy murmur in return.

“you won’t, babe. ’m not goin’ anywhere.”

Soothed, Edge let sleep claim him, trusting that he was safely caught up in the embrace of both slumber and his love.

-finis

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

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quillandink333 · 3 years

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Scarlet Carnations ~ Epilogue

BotW Link X Zelda ~ Detective AU

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.7k

WARNINGS: death, murder, loss, trauma, blood and gore, terrorism, organized crime, self-harm

Summary: Inspector Zelda Hyrule, assisted by the faithful Constable Link Fyori, is infamous for cracking the most confounding of cases in a town dominated by crime. Her latest assignment is to solve the murder of her own godmother, Impa Sheikah, the late CEO of Sheikah Tech. Incorporated, while staying under the radar of the dreaded Yiga organization.

Part I • Part II • Part III • Part IV • Part V • Part VI • Part VII • Epilogue • Masterlist

The first couple of weeks following the incident that had taken my long-lost mother from me was misery in its purest form. Link and I didn’t speak, not even by phone, during that whole stretch of time. In fact, I could rarely bring myself to answer the phone at all. The memory was still too vivid, the wounds still too fresh.

He’d gotten off scot-free in the end as he’d been deemed to have acted in the defence of others—namely, of me. It wasn’t long before I learned of his plea, that if I hadn’t come along quietly, I would have suffered the same fate that he’d brought upon her, and they had believed him. How I felt about this was still something I was struggling to wrap my endlessly pounding head around.

As dark and deep as this seemingly bottomless pit of despair that I’d found myself plummeting down was, however, someone did eventually toss a rope down for me. The time I spent apart from Link gave me the opportunity to properly reconcile with those whom I myself had wronged: Auntie Purah and Paya. The former and I found comfort in our mutual grieving, and even as Paya had never really known my mother well enough to mourn her loss (though, arguably, it seemed no one had ever truly known her), she was more gracious and understanding than I or anyone else would have been, which only made me regret even more deeply my past transgressions toward her.

One day, during one of our continual conversations, she shifted to the topic of the Yiga leader’s executioner. How she could even think of him at a time like this was beyond me, but I digressed. I told her everything from start to finish. It was the first time I’d allowed myself to talk to anyone about it at length. As I spoke, she listened calmly and carefully. Despite what I’d have liked to believe, she had always been the more levelheaded one out of the two of us, save for when it came to discussing things about herself.

By the time I finished, I’d begun bouncing my still healing ankle back and forth, which I’d crossed over my other leg to keep it from touching the ground. I didn’t stop even after I noticed what I was doing.

“It’s painfully clear to see how conflicted you are about all this.” Coming to sit beside me on the sofa in the Sheikahs’ sitting room, Paya placed an affectionate palm on my thigh, bringing its restless jittering to a halt. “I understand how hard this must be for you. But the way I see it, there’s only one question you need ask yourself at the end of the day.”

Whatever she was about to say, it wouldn’t be an easy pill to swallow, would it? I straightened my posture. “And what would that be?”

“Between the two of them, who do you think was the better person?”

She was looking me dead in the eyes, her hand still resting upon my leg. I uncrossed them.

I’d never thought to compare the two before. What reason would I have had to do so? But now that she’d mentioned it, I hadn’t realized how few memories I even had left of my mother, and the ones that remained were blurry and vague beyond any hope of being recovered. If only she hadn’t left me with the Sheikahs all those years ago, maybe I could have remembered more clearly what kind of person she had been.

On the other hand, Link had always been there for me. Even during the times when circumstances had driven us apart, the thought of him was what had kept my flame burning strong and hot throughout each arctic day, and what had protected me from myself, keeping me from doing the irreparable. He had stayed by my side to the bitter end.

No matter how I’d reflected back on that day previously, the sight of his steely, focused stare and the sound of his crazed breaths, short and sharp, had been ever dominant. But now, I recalled the way those eyes had then glazed over with unadulterated horror. How his arms had shivered as they’d clung to my broken form and how they’d continue to cling for what would feel like millennia until the rest of his unit would finally stumble upon the scene.

My stepsister-of-sorts gave my leg a soft squeeze as I looked back at her with a tremor in my lip. “He s...saved me,” I whimpered. “Didn’t he?”

After a month apart, I made plans with Link for a night out on the pier, where we would celebrate the end of the Organization. The ice cream I’d promised him was at the top of my list of priorities for the evening. Tonight was a dessert-first night anyway, I’d decided. From there, we went and found ourselves a bite to eat at a seafood restaurant within walking distance. I’d hoped eating with him would feel like old times, but he hardly spoke a word throughout the whole meal. I tried lightening the mood with some banter, but this proved ineffective when he brushed off everything I said with mere one or two-word replies.

It wasn’t until I’d gotten us both a bit of something to drink that he finally broke the silence. “Have you...” he started, but lost the confidence to continue.

I perked up at the sound of his voice, wanting to hear more of it. “Have I...?”

“A-Ah...” His fingers poked at the copious amount of chips piled onto his plate next to the practically untouched fillet of fried fish. “I was just wondering if you’ve thought about what you’re going to do now, since...you know...you’re not a detective anymore.”

“Ah, right. That.” I took another sip of my drink, its contents long having fled my memory. “Actually, my auntie talked about it with me and she said she’d consider letting me inherit the company once I’ve acquired the proper education. So to answer your question, I’m thinking about going to school for engineering.”

His brows rose. “Oh! My, that’s—” He cleared his throat. “That’s brilliant. I’m happy for you.”

I thanked him with a hesitant grin, then asked, “How about you? Do you plan to stay on with the force, or...?”

“Ahh, well...” What little there’d been of an upward turn in his lips vanished. “I’m not sure, to tell you the truth. It’s something I’ve been mulling over for a while now. Whether to stay on and honour my father’s work, or...whatever other options are available, I suppose.”

“Do you want to hear what I think?” He raised his head. “I think you should do whatever you think would make you happiest. That’s what you’re father would have wanted, I’m sure.”

This finally, finally, got a real, unsubdued smile out of him. And I intended to milk that smile for all it was worth.

After dinner, I dragged him back down to the arcade on the pier, where I managed to ring a few laughs out of him while we were still a bit tipsy. We steered clear of the toy gun target-type games, favouring other stands like the ring toss where he won me a plush frog that I could only just get my arms all the way around. His aim was spectacular, especially for someone who wasn’t entirely sober. Not only that, but I could never have imagined how sweet and charming he would be like this. For a fleeting moment, it felt as though we’d gone back in time again. That, or the light from the setting sun was playing tricks on me.

But by the end of the evening, he’d reverted back to that quiet, reclusive version of himself that I’d quickly grown to detest. We were out on the docks now, facing the sea. The breeze carried a mist of saltwater within its bows. I breathed it in, soaking up the feeling of it hitting me softly and coolly in the face. A hint of pink in my partner’s cheeks caught my eye, and I wondered whether it was the cocktails or my arms, which were currently wound about his waist from behind.

“Beautiful sunset,” I tried, hoping I could get him to spare me a glance at least. “Isn’t it?” But to no avail. He only continued to gaze westward at the rippling flames reflected in the water. “Hey...” Before I knew what I was doing, my palm had found the warmth of his cheek, and there was hardly an inch or two of distance between the tips of our noses. Without giving myself time to think, I tilted my head, leaned in, and started to close my eyes.

But when I realized he wasn’t doing the same, I halted. On the contrary, he’d been leaning back and away from my advances, his back so rigid and shoulders so stiff it were as though he would sprout wings and bolt were I to make any sudden moves.

“What’s wrong?”

A harsh, jagged exhale. “Zelda, I just can’t—” He grabbed both my wrists and wrenched my arms off of him. “I’m sorry. We can’t do this.” He was bent over the railing, arms folded in on each other. “Not now,” he said, dwindling, “after I’ve gone and...murdered your only family.” A weary chuckle shook him by the shoulders before he raked his hands through his wind-tousled hair.

I fell into quiet thought for a moment. Then, taking a long, thorough breath, I placed a feather-light set of fingertips atop his own. “That woman was never my family.” I’d made up my mind. Figuratively or otherwise, my real mother had moved on a long time ago. And it was time I did the same.

Link must have seen the resolve in my eyes or heard it in my voice, because now he was looking back at me openly, his body turned to face me. Though there was still an air of uncertainty lingering about him as he ran the crease of his cuff between his fingers again and again. But when I brought my arms around him and held him close, he sank into my lips, returning my embrace at long last. A lone pair of tears fell from my eyes the moment they fluttered closed—a culmination of all past ordeals—and as they fell, I couldn’t help but smile.

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oceanivoxjoquainx · 3 years

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i also love samquin thanks to you 🥺 i gasped when i saw danny ramirez fine self with facial hair. it was just *chef's kiss*, you know? 🤤 elevated the whole look. i want to know your headcanons about sam seeing joaquin with facial hair for the first time. maybe they're meeting up after a long time. what's his reaction? does the hair tickle him when they embrace? 😄

I am soooooo so glad you asked about this anon! I have many an idea 🤭 Also glad you love samquín now because of me! I love when other folks fall in love with them like i have!

With that everyone get ready forrrrr

Samquín Headcanons ☀️🌈: The Beard

Sam had decided that it was best for his mental health and his and his families safety if he left the military, quit the Avengers, and left the name of The Falcon behind three years ago. He did it once before when he lost Riley, and he figured it was time to do it again. He and Joaquín argued about it the last time they spoke and it ended in Sam flying away before trashing the wings. Little did he know Joaquín was following him and salvaged them.

Sam did his best to stay far away from anything avengers or super solider or world threatening and focused on supporting and helping his family down in Lousiana. He finally had the peace he always wanted and the safety he had wanted to give to his sister and nephews.

He was able to reestablish himself in the community and continue the work his father started all thos years ago. He went back to his job as a social worker and made sure everyone in his neighborhood was fed every week, slowly expanding his outreach every month until everyone knew that if you were hungry you could just go to the Wilson house and you were taken care of. It was the life he was used to and at that moment what he wanted.

Until some old enemies showed up right on his door step.

He fought until the end but there was only so much a man three years out of practice could do. He could only buy his family enough time to get far away and he determinedly got up every time he was knocked down.

He was down on the ground, about to succumb to his injuries, vision blurry through sweat, blood, and tears, until he saw a figure fly down and begin incapacitating the hostiles one by one. The person had a familiar build with a long mullet but was wearing a green and yellow suit, outfitted with a pair of what looked like bronze wings.....

Sam was in disbelief as he studied the persons fighting patterns and the wings attached to his back. The wingspan, the missiles, and even the stabilizers were all known to Sam. Those were HIS wings!

Soon enough all the fighting stopped and the only person left was the person who had Sam's wings. Sam was barely conscious as the person ran over to him and checked out his body, pressing down and studying for wounds and bruises, before picking him up bridal style and tucking his head into his own neck. The man's beard tickling his jawline was the last thing he remembered before slipping away.

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Sam woke up to sounds of rhythmic beeping over his head. His eyes opened very slowly to focus on the white, sterile ceiling above him. His body ached in a soreness he hadn't felt in years but he still felt high enough to not feel it too much.

He looked to his left and saw a heart monitor and a IV drip hanging near his head and into his arm, confirming that he was indeed inside a hospital. Rolling his head over to his right he saw a chair next to the bed with but unexpectedly it wasn't empty.

The man reclining with his eyes closed had a massive mullet paired with the most sexiest anchor beard Sam had ever seen. His first reaction was to immediately reach out and touch it.

His feeble attempts at moving his arms seemed to stir the other man from his rest and his eyes opened, locking onto Sam's where they immediately identified themselves to him.

"Joa...Joaquin?" Sam's voice was cracked and croaky and didn't sound like him. Sam tried to cover his mouth only to find his arm still felt like putty.

Joaquín leaned forward and took Sams hand into his own and rubbed his face against it. "Yeah, it's me. Be quiet though, you're still on the mend." Joaquíns voice was breaking itself as he rubbed his face and beard in Sam's hand. At points Sam's fingers would close around a certain section and they'd stay like that for a while before Joaquín began moving again.

"Where the hell did all this come from huh?" Sam asked. He was amazed at how different Joaquín looked with some extra hair on his face. It was a good different. A sexy different. He wasn't sure if it was the drugs or the fact that the man he left behind three years ago was now sitting on at his bedside but he was definitely feeling a 'flip me over and ravage my hole' different.

"Heh thanks, I'll definitely be keeping that in mind." Joaquín answered, his face heating up and a red blush creeping up his neck and onto his face. "It's just something that happened and I liked it so I kept it."

Sam didn't mean for him to hear the last part but it didn't matter in the long run. It was like falling back into old habits.

Sam attempted to sit up in order to properly look at Joaquín before coughing and giving up. The room began spinning and he felt his eyes closing again. With a groan he closed them. He felt Joaquín return his hand to his waist and then rest his own head in his lap, his beard tickling his stomach as he fell asleep.

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Three weeks had passed since Sam was allowed to be taken home and Joaquín stayed with him the entire time taking care of him and everything he needed.

Sam couldn't remember the last time someone had taken care of him. He was always taking care of other people. Joaquín would get water, cook meals, help him to the tub, even wash his back. It was... nice.

He still had his family in hiding while he stayed at the house to make sure no one else came for him but he made sure Joaquín let Sarah know he was alive and okay when he able to fully sit up in the hospital.

Sam usually kept the same routine each day and as it was sunset he hobbled his way onto the back patio and sat down in the porch swing. The rocking movements always soothed his troubled mind as a child and they did so again now. He and Joaquín still didn't really discuss anything about their last and first day in three years together and he wasn't sure how to bring it up.

He knew he was wrong for leaving as he did with no contact for three years, he just didn't know if he should bring it up since everything seemed okay for now. There was always a hint of tension in the air when the house was dark and quiet and Joaquín had put Sam in his bed, lingering in the door frame as if to say something before just saying Goodnight and leaving. But other than that everything seemed... okay.

As if summoned by Sam himself, the back door opened and Joaquín stepped out onto the back patio and scanned the area before noticing Sam and coming to sit next to him. He had brought a blanket out with him and threw it over the two of them before resting his head on Sam's chest. The hair from his beard piercing Sam's shirt and tickling his chest. It was a routine the two fell into some days ago, none of them moving to break it any time soon.

"Knew I'd find you out here. The sunsets down here are always so beautiful."

"Yeah that's why pops built the house facing east. Best view in all of America he'd say."

The two sat together in silence watching the sun fall ever so slowly past the horizon. Tension was slowly building up again and Sam had no clue what it was from.

He had to say something.

Anything really.

He couldn't go on without saying something.

So he did.

"Jo... Joaquín... I was an ass back then. I shouldn't had left you behind to fend for yourself and I should've called, texted, sent a dam email, something. But I was worried about myself, my sister, my nephew's, I didn't think for a second that I was leaving my other family member behind and alone. And for that I'm so sorry."

"It's... well no it's not okay. It hurt me that you didn't consider me family. We were all but married back then. You were my life. I thought I was at least an important part of yours.... but you left and then trashed your wings and dissapeared. Figured I'd never see you again." Joaquín sighed. He sat up and brought his knees up to his chest and hugged them tightly.

Sam didn't know what to do. He had caused this. He did what was best for him and his family but completely left Joaquín behind and in the cold. He did miss him. He just thought he'd be safer without him around but turns out Joaquín was the one saving his ass anyways.

"The wings?" Sam asked.

"Oh i found em right where you left em. Picked em up, took em home, studied em, reverse engineered my own pair. Yours are still sitting in my workshop. I kept it just in case you... ya know... ever came back..." At this point his head was turned away from Sam.

Sam couldn't see the tears but he could hear Joaquín sniffling and wiping his face.

"Hey...." Sam whispered as he wrapped his arm around Joaquín's back, "From what I saw.... you were awesome, perfect even. I shouldn't have left you. You're my family too..." He began poking Joaquín's side.

"Come onnnn Jojo. Look at me. Please?"

Joaquín replied with a grunt and shuffled his head further into his arms.

"Jojooooo," Sam reached under his face and tilted his head up to face him. His eyes where shining with tears and his face was streaked with tear lines. His lips were visibly trembling and his beard had grown noticeably longer. Sam held his chin in his hands and ran them over his beard repetitively in a soothing motion that lead to Joaquín leaning back into Sam.

"I promise I'll never leave you behind again. The past three years were great but these three weeks with you were the best of my life. I hate that it took getting my ass handed to me for me to realize that but my life with you in it is infinitely better." Sam lamented.

Joaquín finally spoke again, "I've loved spending this time with you too, but it still hurt. It's gonna take time for me but I want you in life too." He rested his forehead against Sams and sighed, "I can't stay here with you for much longer. I have unfinished business to take care of but after that's done I'll come back."

"I'm coming with you." Sam replied determinedly, "Wherever you go I'm going too."

"No... no. You still need to heal and you're still needed here. I'll be okay! I took in the mantle of The Falcon and I'm doing what I have to. Can we just enjoy what we have for now until it's time?"

Sam scanned his face and saw he was serious and decided to let it go. He had no place to make demands of Joaquín and he wanted to give him as much length as he needed.

"Yeah... yeah okay..."

"Cool." Joaquín perked up and kissed Sam in his forehead, his beard ticking his face before resting his head back on Sam's face, wrapping his arms around Sam's waist, and continuing to watch the sunset.

Sam broke the silence again, "I just have to ask though..."

"Hm?"

"Where did this beard come from?" Sam asked stifling a laugh.

"Aw shut up!" Joaquín pushed at Sam's stomach and laughed which in turn caused Sam to laugh. "It just grew out while I was going through it and I liked it so I've been working with it okay!"

Sam chuckled at Joaquín's exasperation and slight embarrassment before saying, "I love it. It looks good on you. In fact its kind of sexy."

Sam felt Joaquín's body stiffen on top of him amd heard his breath hitch. There was obviously some attraction to each other and an innate closeness the two had, but they never discussed what exactly they were to each other. Not everything needed a label of course but they just never talked about it. They always glided into these situations.

"Heh. Thanks."

Sam looked down at Joaquín's head and stroked his hair and carried his hands over the other man's shoulder and down his side repetitively. He heard Joaquín sigh before hearing the rhythmic sounds of his sleep. He didn't know what was running through the other man's mind but he knew that this moment was perfect and if he could, he'd stay like this forever.

He thought his life for the past 3 years was what he wanted but turns out this was exactly what he was missing.

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theprodigypenguin · 3 years

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➥: nap BLEASE FEED ME THE ACEDEU FOOD I LOVE YOU YAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

This took a hot minute to complete, as well as several rewrites because it was NOT coming out the way I wanted. This is maybe my fourth edit of it asdfghjkl catch me being a perfectionist for a ONESHOT.

It came out being more fluffy than whumpy I’ll admit, but I still hope you enjoy!!!!

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“They still in there?”

The question tore Ace from his deep, dissociated train of thought, making him jerk from his position perched on top of a wooden crate with his eyes locked intensely at the door to the infirmary. He forced his eyes away from the door to acknowledge Thatch, who was standing with a plate of food in one hand, the other stuffed into his pocket. Ace eyed the steaming meat for an instant before looking back at the door, arms folded atop of his knees.

“Uh-huh.”

“Sheesh, it’s been what, twenty hours?” Thatch set the food beside Ace and leaned off on one leg, folding his arms. “Must’ve been worse than what we thought.” Thatch looked between Ace and the food. “You should eat something.”

“Later,” Ace said quickly, hands gripping his elbows and a frown weighing his lips. “I’m not hungry right now.”

“Ah come on, we both know that’s a lie.”

“I’ll eat when Deuce eats,” Ace decided, though he did cast a longing look to the meal Thatch had meticulously prepared just for him.

He felt too anxious to eat, even if he was hungry. He couldn’t stop thinking about the medical situation going down behind the infirmary door.

Twenty hours ago Marco had roused the couple from their sleep in the middle of the night, banging a fist against the door until someone opened it. He’d rushed out a frantic explanation that the thirteenth division had returned from their mission with near fatal injuries, and that they needed every medical staff available to help. Deuce had practically fallen into his clothes before stumbling after Marco, still half asleep and rubbing the sand from his eyes, telling Ace to go back to sleep — that he’d be back soon.

Ace hadn’t really been expecting his partner back that night, but soon ended up being almost a full day. It was getting dark out, most of the crew had retired to their quarters unless they were one watch.

Deuce had been in the OR with Marco for hours. He’d been working with barely any sleep, probably no breaks and certainly no food. Ace had stubbornly chosen to fast in solidarity, at least until the infirmary doors opened and Deuce was released from his duties, but it felt like a losing battle.

The aroma of Thatch’s excellent cooking was tempting, so Ace buried his mouth and nose against his forearms to block out the smell, sending a frustrated glare in the head chef’s direction. Thatch caught his eye and unfolded his arms, placing his hands on his hips and returning the glare.

“Deuce won’t be very pleased if he finds out you’re starving yourself just because you’re worried about him.”

“I’m not starving myself. I missed one meal at best!”

“You missed three. Plus all your usual snacks — and by snacks I mean all those times you sneak into the kitchen to steal food when I’m otherwise occupied and can’t catch you.”

Ace lifted his head in alarm. “I missed three meals?” He turned his head down to look at the food, his stomach making a noise that almost sounded sad. “I guess a little wouldn’t hurt…”

“You better clean the plate; and don’t worry about Deuce and the others. I’ve already got the kitchen working on their next meal. Something to help them regain their energy after going nonstop like this.”

Ace didn’t answer as he put all his focus into eating. The plate was half cleared when the door to the infirmary opened. Ace choked on his mouthful in his haste to get to his feet, shoving the plate into Thatch’s hands and bouncing on the balls of his feet as he eagerly watched Whitebeard’s medical staff shuffle onto the deck.

They all looked exhausted, which Ace had been expecting, but he didn’t spend too much time worrying about them as he swayed side to side on his feet, searching for Deuce. The blue haired doctor was the last to exit the infirmary. Marco walked at his side, a hand on his back to help him walk, and Ace could see why. Deuce looked worse off than the rest of them did. Ace could see the shadows beneath his eyes even with the mask on. Deuce’s eyes looked glassy and unfocused, his shoulders were slumped, and he couldn’t seem to lift his feet from the floor. He was swaying dangerously from side to side, probably only staying upright thanks to Marco’s assistance.

Ace was moving almost instantly, half jogging to meet the duo. He had one hand raised towards Deuce, wanting to pull the other man into his arms, but held back as he looked to Marco for some clarity over the situation. “Hey, are you done? Is everything okay? How are Atmos and the others?”

“Yeah, we’re done finally,” Marco answered, stopping Deuce with a hand on his shoulder. “Everyone’s okay. We almost lost one or two, but managed to keep them on this side of existence for the time being. Do me a favor and get this one back to bed. He’s been on his feet the entire time. Make sure he gets some well earned rest.”

Marco nudged Deuce forward. The younger doctor shuffled in the direction he was led, but the fog in his eyes showed he didn’t know where he was going or recognize where he was. He bumped against Ace, face dropping onto his shoulder, and Ace lifted his arms around him in an embrace.

“Right.” Ace lifted a hand to cradle the back of Deuce’s head, stroking fingers through pale blue hair. “I’ll take care of him. You should lie down too, Marco. You’ve all been up for a while. I think right now is the perfect time for a nap.”

“It’s night,” Thatch commented. “This would be considered bedtime, not naptime.”

“Either way we should all be unconscious right now,” Ace decided, tightening his hold around Deuce and stepping backwards. “Come on, Deu. Let’s get you to bed.”

Deuce seemed to be just aware enough to sort of walk on his own, though he was leaning heavily against Ace the entire time with his face buried into his partner’s neck. Ace kept an arm locked around the middle of Deuce’s back to keep him upright, leading him across the deck towards their room and murmuring the entire way there.

“You did great, I am so proud of you. We’re going to sleep in tomorrow, just the two of us. I mean I haven’t done anything to deserve it, you’re the one who was working and saving lives, but I’m going to sleep in too because that way we can cuddle.”

Deuce murmured something inarticulate that Ace didn’t bother trying to translate. He kicked open the door to their room and carefully led Deuce inside before swinging the door shut with his heel. He didn’t want to let go of Deuce, worried that he was so exhausted he’d simply collapse if the support disappeared, so Ace kept one arm around him the entire time. It wasn’t easy to maneuver Deuce out of his jacket — stripping a deadweight man with one hand was one of Ace’s lesser developed skills — but Ace eventually had Deuce out of his heavy clothing and on the bed.

Deuce seemed to have fallen asleep before his head was even on the pillow, body curled towards Ace’s side of the bed and one hand twisted in the sheets there. Ace was quick to shuck off his boots and shorts so he could lie down beside his lover, lifting Deuce’s arm just enough to wiggle beneath it so he could hold Ace instead of the mattress.

“There you go,” Ace wound his arms around Deuce, hauling him closer and pulling away the mask with gentle fingers — he caressed Deuce’s cheek with his thumb before setting the mask on the desk beside the bed, then turned back to Deuce and pulled him closer. “All cozy now.”

Deuce made a noise as if he was responding to Ace, who tensed up momentarily as the other man shifted under the blankets. Deuce dragged a hand to his face, rubbing his eyes. Ace felt his shoulders freeze under his hands as Deuce pressed his palm to his eyes with a soft gasp.

“Hey, it’s just me,” Ace soothed. “I took your mask off.”

Deuce relaxed, sighing and dropping his hand. “Ace…”

“I thought you were completely out, did I wake you up?”

Deuce shook his head. “Sorry. It was probably annoying having to get me to bed.”

“Nah, nothing annoying about it. I love stripping you!”

Deuce must have still been half asleep, because Ace knew that comment would have gotten a reaction if he’d been fully conscious. Instead Deuce hummed, relaxing completely against Ace.

“Is everyone okay?”

“Marco said so.” Ace stroked Deuce’s shoulder with his fingertips. “You did a great job.”

Deuce’s voice dropped to a softer octave. “I was scared… during it. Even though I’m a doctor and I should be used to it. A few of them flatlined during surgery and… I nearly started crying a few times.”

Ace was frowning at the ceiling as Deuce talked, knowing he would probably never confess to feeling vulnerable in any other situation. Ace knew his partner was still less than confident in his abilities as a healer.

In Deuce’s eyes, he was still a drop out medical student — nothing more. Where healing was involved, Deuce always thought he could be doing more, or doing better, and the only reason he couldn’t was because he dropped out of school before learning the necessary skills.

Ace thought that was bullshit, but he couldn’t tell Deuce to stop feeling worthless. All he could do was support Deuce and stay optimistic in the hopes that one day Deuce would see just how invaluable and irreplaceable he was.

“Yeah, but guess what? Marco said everyone survived, and you’re part of the reason that was possible. You helped save our friend’s lives. I couldn’t have done that. I don’t even know how to give someone an IV.”

Deuce hummed again, already sleeping again, and Ace laughed softly. He turned his head to press a kiss to Deuce’s hairline, then pressed his cheek against his lover’s forehead and shut his eyes.

“You’re so much more amazing than you think. I wish you could see what I see.”

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scary-lasagna · 4 years

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Trust || Part IV

"Tim was always defensive and stubborn, but you could tell there was so much more precious information than he was letting on. It was information that you needed, something that could possibly save your life. And he was being quiet about it. Why? "

Yandere!Hoodie/Brian x Reader

* * * You woke up with another person in your bed the next morning, unfortunately having to share with Tim. Jay moves too much in his sleep, and it was aggravating for the both of you.

But now the smell of tobacco and nicotine was making you sick. The best option was a simple breath of fresh air. You could only hope that you weren't met with a camera like last time, or worse, a red rope and a newly bought knife.

You kept the door open to the building, breathing in the fresh morning air. You even closed your eyes for a few peaceful moments.

Upstairs, though, Tim noticed your absence as soon as your foot touched the wood of the floor. But after getting up to see what you were up to, he paused at the open computer.

It was the only source of light in the room, so it was hard to ignore when it was half-lit due to a notification blocking the white screen.

Clicking on it, Tim saw it was from that ToTheArk account. It was black and white, a style most of the videos held, with static lining the edges.

It was a person, standing in the window, with [Y/N]'s red jacket.

"Ṭ̷̓h̵̟͋ȇ̶̘y̷̒ͅ ̸̦̑a̵̖͝r̵̥̔e̶̢̍ ̶͓̈́n̴̩̍o̷̲͝t̴̝̀ ̸̤̆t̷͕̏ö̸̭́ ̴̨̿b̸̥̋ê̶̪ ̶̰̿t̶̰̃r̶̨̓ṷ̴͌s̴̩̔t̵͓̀e̴̯͆d̶͇̚.̵͈͆"

Not to be trusted? Yeah, thanks, Tim knew that already. That's why he was out of the warm bed in the first place. He ignored the video, for now, deciding on watching it later after he herds you back inside.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, feeling the cardboard of his smoke in the left, and the smooth texture of the picture in his right. He should give it back, Tim didn't mean to take it, but he panicked when he got caught.

Heavy footsteps thumped against the dull and dirty fabric of the carpet.

However, they were not Tim's.

A flash of red was the most warning that you got before being dragged to the ground. The rope lassoed past your vision and secured around your neck. A pair of leather hands grasped your frantic arms and pulled the rope around them behind your back.

And the cool metal of a blade pressed against your neck, "Walk." When you didn't move, the captor simply encouraged you with a harsh push on your spine. You recognized the car as Brian’s. It was one that you always ate McDonald's in after coming home from a class.

You were pushed through the car door, buckled up, and driven off. In the side mirror, you saw Tim, supposedly yelling as he stomped on the dirt and pulled at his brown locks in desperation. Jay joined him with the usual camera he carries, and you caught a glint of it from the lense that caused you to see spots for a short moment.

"Where are you ta-"

"Don't talk," Brian said, glancing side to side before making a turn. You didn't need to ask. You knew he was taking you to Rosswood. Oh god, he was going to kill you. Your own boyfriend.

The one who you've spent so many long nights with. The one who's slept in your arms while you run your digits through his hair after he had a nightmare. The same heartbeat that calmed your insomnia on most nights would now be the one to cease yours.

Not many people were at the park, the clouds in the sky predicted rain for the day.

The ropes burned your skin, even when you weren't trying to free yourself. "Can I at least say goodbye to my friends and family?"

"No." He picked you up and aided you over a log before setting you back down to walk.

You tried to start a conversation again, to hopefully get an insight of what he'll do so you can start planning ahead, "Where are we going?"

"Shhhhshsh." The man hushed you, turning gently towards you. "Just trust me, sweetheart. Have I hurt you yet?

"Yes. I can recall a few times, actually."

His lips pursed, "Then that'll teach you something." He grabbed your elbow, quickening your pace through the woods in hope to beat the rain. It was hard to keep your balance with your hands tied behind your back.

You passed the cement building you met in before, and waited by a cellar door that the hooded man was attempting to open.

You thought about the words he said the last time you met.

"I'll make your life a living hell if you don't learn to love me."

Maybe if you started pretending now, he'd take it easy on you. Hopefully. "How about Hoodie?" You pondered aloud, causing the dirty blonde to freeze with the crowbar.

"Hoodie?" It was like he was testing the name, wondering how good it would sound once you first say 'I love you' to him. "Yeah, I like it." He spared a soft smile, one that wasn't Brian's.

The cellar door popped before banging open with Hoodie's help. He held out his hand, flexing his fingers as he stared into the cellar. You could run. You could escape now. So why were you obeying him and allowing him to help you into his dark and creepy basement?

Maybe it's because you thought Brian was still in there, that he'll find a way to take control and help you. You wanted Brian, you wanted to cuddle on the couch with a shitty movie that neither of you liked. You wanted to feel the tender kisses along your neck, and his large hands sculpting around your curves.

But you couldn't. Brian isn't here now.

Another fucking damp room. If you left rice in here for a few days, it'd be tender.

"It's not the best but it's the safest place."

"Safe from what? Alex?"

"Literally anyone." The scraping of the heavy bar sealed your only exit besides a window next to it. "C'mere." He mumbled, approaching you and fumbling with the rope.

On the way through the rough terrain, your jacket struggled feebly to stay on. Hoodie ran his gloved hand gently over the bruises and you couldn't help but flinch away from the sharp pain his touch caused.

"I'm sorry, I don't know my strength sometimes." He whispered, stepping into your line of sight. He was still covering his eyes with the mask, and yet his mouth was free to feel the damp air of the cellar.

You reached up, slowly and placed your hand on his cheek. How could you not feel something for this man? It's the same one you've been dating for almost a year. But he feels alien.

The tips of your fingers inched under his mask and took advantage of Hoodie leaning into your touch. His gloved hand made his way over yours but didn't attempt to stop your advancements.

"I've watched dormant all of these years." Your captor spoke up in a gravelly voice. "I knew you had to love me. But patience was the key."

You could now see the three freckles that flecked under his left eye, along with the baby hairs around his ear.

"I had to find a way to keep you to myself, without Brian." Your eyes twitched at the name but kept on your journey of taking the mask off. No sudden movements.

"I can tell you still think he's here." His large hand gripped around your fingers. You gulped as he pried your hand away from his skin. "He's not here [Y/N]. I'm in control now, don't you see? Can't you trust me to take care of you better than him? To love me?"

"Br- Hoodie, I don-" "He was always letting you go out with people, your family," His tone sounded disgusted, and his grip only tightened. You were starting to grow worried that he might crush a digit. "And he was always letting everyone touch you. He wasn't worried about losing you." The blonde tilted his head up to look at you, and for the first time, you could see the shape of his eyes through the fabric.

You didn't say anything, you couldn't. Because if you did, you would scream. Scream for mercy, scream for help, scream to just scream. It was hopeless because now you're going to be trapped down here, if what Hoodie says is true. Your eyes must have revealed your thoughts, because his grip loosened, but guided your hand back onto the mask.

You shed the fabric, and what you saw was not Brian. You dropped the stiff cloth that was stained with both blood and sweat. Hoodie's eyes were sunken in, and rimmed with dark circles like never before. Sure, Brian had trouble sleeping, but not like this. But it was the color of his eyes that unnerved you. What used to be a comforting chocolate brown was now replaced with an eccentric auburn.

He sported new scars as well, and his hair was a tad too long for your liking. You wrapped your arms around his neck, you wanted to smell him. To find a trace of your lost boyfriend. It was there, but faint. The smell of the basement overcome the smell of Maplewood and smoke that you knew so well. You used to love sitting in front of that woodfire stove at his place, just to smell the sweetness of the air.

Hoodie didn't allow you to pull away but rather kept you close as he buried his face in your hair. You looked behind him at the dark basement. All of the carpets were torn up and the bricks were painted back. A few paintings and pictures hung here and there, but nothing fancy.

Except for a picture of you sleeping that hung over the TV. That one stood out.

"Hoodie, if we're to live together we need to sort some things out." You needed to start playing into the illusion more. Flip the cards and give the captor a little bit of hope.

"I-I know that." He nodded, parting the embrace, but not too far. "I've written some down for you." The bastard almost sounded hopeful.

"Not just for me, babes." You craned your neck to look up into his auburn eyes.

He shook his head with a chuckle, "No, I'm the one in control. I don't get rules."

"Then I suppose I won't provide you with my end of the deal." You shrugged, unsticking yourself from his grasp. You didn't even get three steps away.

"Deal?!" You whipped around with frightened eyes. You keep forgetting you can't tease as you did with Brian. "This isn't a fucking deal, buttercup. You're here because I'm protecting you. And you will love me, you'll cherish me, and you'll be grateful that you get it this lucky. Because I could’ve done a lot worse in getting you here."

Your chest tightened and your arms flex with your increasing heart rate, "I hate you. I want Brian." You kept your voice level. You haven't spilled any tears yet and you weren't planning to.

"I'm not Br-"

"I. Want. Brian!"

The hooded man stared at you, and if you blinked you would have missed him launching off of his right foot to fight you to the ground. Kicking, screaming, and even biting were futile. You were stuck against his warm body, and his arms locked themselves around you as you thrashed.

He stayed like that, hugging you to his chest for a good five minutes. Your limbs were exhausted while trying to put up a fight against your captor.

You finally went limp after realizing your fate. The bobbing of Hoodie's chest made you feel the primal pang of guilt and pity you got whenever you felt Brian holding back sobs in his nightmares after an argument.

And the waterworks started for you as well. You had no fucking clue why he was crying, but you knew why you were.

You'd never see your family again. Your mom would wonder why you left without a call, and your father would miss the weird way you scrunched up your nose while you were in deep thought like he always does. Tim...He'd probably miss bickering with you on the daily, and Jay would have no one to tell him to get some rest after editing for 10 hours straight.

Your hands were numb by now, and you were exhausted from the fight you put on. Hoodie seemed to be done crying as well, because he was carrying you into the depths of the cellar, with tear stains along his thin cheeks.

"This is your room." He mumbled, setting you down on the soft mattress. Each time you blinked it felt like someone poured soap into your eyes. After a few involuntary sniffles, Hoodie leaned down and pressed gentle kisses to your swollen eyelids.

"You'll feel better after you rest."

#Hoodie #Marble hornets #yandere!Hoodie #brian thomas #creepypasta #trust #tim wright #jay merrick

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capricornus-rex · 4 years

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His Spark of Light (4 - End)

Cal Kestis x Reader

Requested by: @stellar-trinity | Prompt: Clingy! Cal Kestis

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One of the things you told him while catching up was that you’ve volunteered for two tasks—medical work and mechanical work. After having your snack break over space waffles and fruits, you stood up from your seat but Cal snatched you by the wrist.

“Stay with me, please?”

He cooed and then flashed his puppy eyes at you—knowing that it was one of your biggest weaknesses—and you were having an internal battle whether or not to give in. He pulled you in until you sat on his lap. Cal has been behaving like a big baby around you ever since you rejoined the crew.

“I really missed having you here,”

“Sweetie, I won’t be long anyway. Plus, I’ll just be in their med-bay,”

He clicked his tongue and playfully whined like a toddler, “Noooo…”

You chuckled, brushed away the red fringes from his forehead to kiss it, and stood up—his grip on your wrist remained secured.

“Would you like me to help though?”

“That’d be great, come on. We need all the help we can get with the tech in the medical bay. You’re a better mechanic than me,”

You dragged him while he still has your hand in his clutches. The two of you went out of the Mantis and told Cere that you were going back in the base to help with the fighters set up their medical tech.

A fighter stopped in her tracks as soon as she saw you and Cal coming to her general direction.

“Oh, [y/n], I was about to look for you!”

“Yeah, have the shipments of the medical tech arrived?”

“About an hour ago. We need help in setting it up for the patients,”

You turned to Cal, “That’s where you come in. Let’s go,”

Both of you marched through the halls with you on the lead. The medical bay is located in the farther end of the ground floor just past the conference hall. Cal surprisingly kept his grip on to you all the way, you didn’t mind, though it was sort of a neat discovery on your end.

The medical bay’s doors retracted at the push of a button. Most of the tech has been set up but Cal helped out in configuring them until they’re functional for use; you were busy in tending to the patients’ wounds such as replacing their bandages and plastering their wounds with Bacta strips.

You and Cal have made quick work with the things needed to be done in the medical bay. Cal even managed to revive a decommissioned 2-1B medical droid that only needed a new processor, further impressing the doctors and medics in the room.

“Oh, that’s incredible, Cal!” you sincerely complimented his handiwork with the then-decommissioned medical droid, leaning against his arm as you examine it rebooting and making itself aware of its surroundings.

“Nah, it’s nothing. I fix up droids pretty quick,”

You gave him an affirming pat on his chest as the droid’s sounds gradually changed from distorted garbles until it became a monotonous yet coherent voice.

“System rebooting. Registered name: Eye-Em-Nine. Scanners optimal. Hello, my name is IM-9, 2-1B Medical Droid at your service.”

“Awesome work, Cal!” you gleefully said, shaking him by the arm.

“Well done, [y/n] and Cal! Thanks for configuring these old things. Now we can treat patients with better medical quality,” the doctor commends.

“Glad to help,” Cal beamed.

“How are you feeling, [y/n]?” the doctor asked you casually while poring over a patient’s records chart.

“Better actually. Cal here replaced my bandages earlier,”

“Good man. Oh, by the way, as a reward—here, have these,”

The doctor fished out something from the stock cabinet. He approached you and placed two stim canisters on the palm of your hand. The pair of green vials glowed and their light twinkled in you and Cal’s eyes. BD-1 even peeked over Cal’s shoulder to look at it.

“Oh, but Doc… we can’t… we can’t take these,” you stuttered. “The patients need it more than we do.”

“Oh come now, I insist,” the doctor gently pushes your hand back away from him. “Besides, we have enough for the patient—and another shipment well on the way. Please accept my quite small token of thanks,”

Seeing that you can’t talk your way out of it, you caved and decided to express your gratitude.

“No, it’s quite a big token, Doc. This is gonna come in real handy sooner or later,”

“You’re welcome, [y/n] and Cal,”

BD-1 chirped curiously when the doctor dismissed himself to accommodate a patient in bed.

“How many stims you got left in you, buddy?” you asked.

BD-1 trilled in a soft rhythmic tone—as if counting—and then replied with one loud chirp.

“Oh, well, these are gonna restock your storage real quick,”

BD tilted his head slightly, ejecting the small tray for you to place in the stims in. when you slid the vials into the slots, the tray retracted into BD-1’s head and then the little droid played a string of happy-sounding tones.

“With you, BD, we feel unstoppable,” Cal cooed and fist-bumped with the tiny droid, and you patted his head.

Now with the job done, you exited the medical bay and saw that there was still little sunlight shining through the windows. The fighters and their commanding officers were busy as usual in different sectors—the communications, the strategical planning, and medical efforts to name a few.

The lightbulb in your mind suddenly flickered on and you had an idea. The thought was at the tip of your tongue moments ago and you finally remembered it.

“Oh! Follow me. I wanna show you something,” you grabbed him by the wrist and let go as soon as you felt his feet carry him.

Cal was impressed that you managed to memorize the layout of the temple without a map. Four days isn’t usually the threshold for a person to have memorized an entire place with all its twists and turns. He was able to keep up to your pace as you sprinted through the hallways; you could have been easy to lose with the blind turns and sharp lefts and rights, but Cal stayed close.

“Where are we going?” he huffed as he ran.

“You’ll see!” you heaved as well.

Cal followed you up to the third level of the temple. Both of you finally finished the flight of stairs from the second floor. He hoped that the run was at its end. You two stopped to catch your breaths, you went ahead towards the open balcony.

“This has been my favorite time of the day and favorite thing to do ever since I got here,” you said as if daydreaming.

Cal walked up to your side and saw what you meant.

The view from the third level balcony of the temple was a breathtaking spectacle. The powder blue sky had a royal blue gradient as the sun began to set. The most prominent part of the view is Yavin itself, the red planet blanketed nearly half of the evening sky, accompanied by a multitude of stars and puffs of clouds while dusk comes in. The trees were transforming into silhouettes when the sky grew into a deeper shade of blue, and the stars were multiplying tenfold.

You gestured a nod, “Look down there.”

Cal followed and saw how small the fighters and the ships—including the Mantis—appeared. He couldn’t believe that both of you have gotten this high up in the temple. He stole a glance at you, he watched you stare at whatever’s happening down below and alternately look at the sky—though you stared longer at the sky, looking at it as if the sight came from a dream.

He stood closer to you as he looked down below.

“When I got here, most of them were wounded, they returned with their ships barely holding it together. Even if I wanted to leave, I felt the need to help them,” you thought out loud. “And then, one of their leaders said something. He had a speech for his soldiers. He said something like, ‘the tiniest of sparks could even ignite the largest of infernos.’ I overheard him say that and I can’t help but think, I wonder which one of these fighters is the tiny spark that would light up the blaze.”

“Well, who knows? Maybe one of the people you saved might be. You’re a hero too, [y/n],”

You smile while slightly shaking your head, “I never thought of myself in that high regard,”

“They could’ve died without your help,”

“That’s literally what you said back in Kashyyyk when we got there,”

“Yeah, and even if I keep saying I miss you every day when you were gone, now that you’ve told me about this, I’m proud of you. You saved lives, that’s a really big deal,”

Your cheeks flushed in color while you try to fight back a smile by biting you lip, “Really?”

“Yeah. Come here you,”

Cal pulled you in close to him again, you were really pressed against his body and he encased you in his embrace while he rested his head on the top of your head while both of you continue viewing the evening scene of Yavin IV. Your small arms attempted to wrap the broad of his back as you returned the hug and he planted perhaps a dozen of kisses all over your forehead and cheeks.

“I think I should go on solo trips more often,”

“Why so?”

“So you’d hug and cuddle me tighter than usual like this,”

Albeit being a half-joke, Cal still went for it and thought of a breakeven.

“How about I just smother you more often so you don’t leave my side ever?”

You rolled your eyes in a pensive manner, and then you smiled when you’ve reached a decision.

“Not a bad bargain.”

Cal beamed, leaned closer to you and kissed your lips, shortly but sweetly. He slicked back the loose hairs on your hairline, exposing your forehead and planted another kiss there; and then he rested his cheek over your head again as both of you enjoy the scenic evening view.

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foxyotomelady · 5 years

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It wasn’t supposed to be, Chapter XIII (JuminxOC/Reader)

Jumin did not sleep well that night, unable to stop thinking about what he saw... In the morning he forced breakfast bites to his mouth, his stomach clenched. All these emotions... He should be a robot, right? That was how everyone saw him. He doesn't care, nothing hurts him, doesn't make him sad or worried. So he wondered why he feels so awful... Why in his head it was rumbling with anxiety. "Jumin?" Only when he heard Riyu's voice did he realize that he was staring at the coffee cup for a long time without blinking. He slowly looked up at the girl. She wrapped herself in her bathrobe, avoiding his eyes. "Breakfast..." He said, barely able to form a constructive sentence now. He really didn't recognize himself. "I ordered it for you too." "Thank you..." They sat at the table in silence, both clearly lacking in appetite. Riyu, just like him, without a conviction tapping her fork on the plate. "Riyu..." Jumin spoke again. "I would like to apologize to you again. For my behavior." The girl shook her head but said nothing. "Forgive me if I scared you. When I saw these scars..." "Jumin..." "I thought I would lose my mind."

Before his eyes the image of her back appeared again - and on them, scars like after whipping. "Please, Jumin, let's leave this topic..." "How could I-" "Please..." Jumin sighed, rubbed his closed eyelids with his fingers, "I don't know how to deal with all this, how to deal with you..." "I feel lost too. And I regret that the first relationship you have entered into must look like this. Because of me." "No, don't blame yourself for anything. I'm trying to understand that you have your reasons for all of it. You actually let me understand a few things about myself... I kept lying to myself. " "What ... What do you mean?" Riyu looked at him sadly. "You see... I think that with your sensitivity and love for animals, you should understand this... For a very long time... I thought that Elizabeth saw all the threads choking me, understood me like no one else... But recently it has occurred to me she's just a cat. " "Maybe she can't understand everything, but she definitely loves you," Riyu assured him. "I got her from Rika. When she was alive... I thought about her similarly, I thought she understood me. She was the first woman who didn't want anything from me. That's why I believed she could understand me." "Oh... So I can't match her," Riyu put down her fork, didn't look at him again, her lips thinned. Was she... jealous? Jumin rose from his seat, walked along the table and squatted beside her so that he could look her in the eye. However, she effectively avoided his eyesight. He grabbed her hand. "Why do you think so?" "I appeared in your life as your father's next woman. Another one who wants something." Jumin pulled her hand to his lips and kissed it, "You never wanted anything from me. You don't even want to accept my help, though I really want to give it to you. More importantly... I don't know if Rika actually understood me. Maybe I told it myself, the same as with Elizabeth, because of loneliness. " "And what about me, Jumin? All I give you is suffering." "No, you give me a lot more. That's why I don't even want to think about you leaving me... As for Rika, I've never even bothered to understand what my feelings for her were. But with you... I'm sure how I feel." Riyu finally met his eyes, "And how do you feel about me?" He cupped her cheek and smiled at her, "I think you know that. I think you are the one I was looking for my entire life... You are the one who can truly understand me." "Why do you think so? In this whole situation..." "You were the only one who never judged me. Even though I judged you. You are so soft and compassionate... You are perfect to understand my darkest thoughts. Even if you’re deepening them now." "Jumin..." He felt her hands on his chest and only then he realized that he rose slightly and leaned toward to kiss her. Her fingers tightened on his shirt, he loved it when she was doing it. He could feel how desperate they clench then, how her hands trembling sweetly. He loved to closes her mouth with his own when she tried to say something, swallowed her words, her breath, soft sighs. He put his arm around her waist and held her back so that she would not fall off the chair, its legs creaking on the floor. With his free hand, he leaned on the table to keep his balance. His heart was beating pleasantly. "J-Jumin..." Oh, if she just knows what her trembling voice saying his name was doing to him. "Work... You have to leave... to work." He smiled at her lips, "I took a day off today."

"So you leave all the work on Jaehee's shoulders?" "Jaehee also has a day off. We always did that after these parties. I think everyone deserves a break after the effort we put into the preparation. So you don't have to worry about anything. I can devote all this day to you," Slowly he directed the girl so that she rests her hips on the table and lifted her gently. The dishes knocked as he slid them out of her way, "So how would you like to spend this day? I feel responsible for ruining our last night... So maybe we could continue where we left off..." When he bent to kiss her again, she covered his mouth with her hands. He blinked and looked at her, taken aback. "If I say that your offer is not tempting, I would lie, but... Can we just spend this day as we used to?" Riyu moved her hands at his shoulders, then wrapped them around his neck and clung to him. "I don't want to be only the reason of your darkest thoughts. I'd rather be the reason to get your threads to untangle." Jumin's heart leaped. These kind and caring words washed over him, touched him. Of course, he wanted to own her, to make her week in her knees, but when she was saying these kind of stuff, he couldn't help but get attached to her even more - in a way he never got attached to anyone before, not to Rika, not to V or Elizabeth. These feelings were on a different level. It was new, it was scary, but also... so nice. He put his arms around her tenderly. "You're the reason for many good things..." He said softly to her ear. "No, it rather impossible in our situation for me to be a reason for anything good... and I don't know if it'd ever be..." "That is not true." "You're just too kind to me, Jumin. And the only thing I can do to thank you is to spend time with you in a way that makes you happy and relaxed." He withdrew a little and began to play with the stroke of her hair, "I'd love to see you with these puppies you adore so much." Riyu chuckled, "This is a way I like to spend my time. It supposed to be for you, not for me." "And what makes you think it's not for me?" "Huh?" Riyu looked astonished. "I love to see you so calm... And with these puppies in your arms, you looked almost angelic." Riyu laughed and kissed his forehead, "You're cute. Would you like to take a walk after visiting the puppies? And maybe watch some movies at the evening..." "Yes, that would be very nice…"

They spent a day on walks and watching TV, of course after visiting the puppies. Now, they were laying together on the sofa in the living room, just enjoying free time and silence. Riyu was on her phone, spamming the chat room with puppies photos. Yoosung: they are adorable Yoosung:

Riyu: the one on the right will be mine ^^ Riyu: I mean when he’ll grow enough Yoosung: they look so happy Jumin Han: of course, they happy because Riyu's holding them Jumin Han: it's a known fact that animals are able to sense good people 707: I want to be held like that 707: by Riyu 707:

707: I just imagine how warm and soft her embrace must be~ Yoosung:

Jumin Han: then stop. Riyu: um... ^^' 707: lololol, why? Jumin Han: I thought I made myself clear already Jumin Han: I don't like it when you speak of her this way. 707: lolololo, jealous? Yoosung: why Jumin should be jealous? Yoosung: I think he's not liking the way you speak about Riyu because she's about to be married to his dad, right? 707: you're so clueless Yoosung, lololol 707: but isn't mister Chairman coming back to Korea next week? 707: then she'll end up in his arms 707: what you're going to say about this, Juju? [Jumin Han has left the chat room] 707:

Riyu: Seven -_- Riyu: you better prepare your apologies 707: I'm sorry? T-T Riyu: that won't do Yoosung: Why am I always the only one who doesn't know WHAT IS HAPPENING??? Yoosung:

707: would you like God Seven to explain all this to you? 707:

[Riyu has left the chat room] "Jumin?" Riyu turned on her belly to look at Jumin who was laying on the sofa between her and its back. He was resting his elbow on the sofa's arm, not looking at her. "I'm fine. You don't need to worry." Riyu clung to him and buried her face in his chest. She knew well that he wasn't fine at all. Jumin put his arm around her waist, "Would you like to spend this whole week with me like we spend this day?" "But what about your work?" "Assistant Kang can do without me." "Jumin, that's not fair. She'll end up having a lot of work." "I am aware of this. I'll double her payment for this week. But please... I want to spend as much time as possible with you before I lose you." Riyu clenched her eyelids and nodded, "All right..." As they promised each other, they spent a week together doing completely ordinary things, devoting every moment to enjoying each other presence. Only Jaehee and Zen knew why Jumin decided to stay at home with Riyu. Of course, Zen was extremely worried and tried to convince Riyu to tell others what was happening in her life and try to get help. She refused. Jaehee sometimes sent her messages because of which Riyu felt more and more guilty, now not only for Jumin's suffering but also for Jaehee's trouble. Please, can you convince Mr. Han to return to work? I appreciate that he pays me twice, but I would prefer the lowest salary and less work. I'm sorry, Jaehee. I really can't. Everything will return to normal when I return to Mr. Chairman's house. Then Jumin will return to work and the whole complicated situation will end. Riyu... I know that what is happening between you is not my business, but I think Mr. Han takes you very seriously and when you get back to his father... His condition will only get worse. Please, keep your eye on him when this happens. And I'm sorry for everything... The end of the week came sooner than they both wanted. Finally, there was the last evening of Riyu's stay in Jumin's apartment. Mr. Chairman was supposed to return to Korea that night and she would go to his home tomorrow morning. They tried to spend the last day like the previous ones, without thinking about parting, but it was impossible. They just finished watching the movie, now they both sat in silence on the sofa. Riyu pulled her legs to her and put her arms around her them. Jumin leaned his elbows on his knees, leaning forward slightly and looking at the floor. "So you're leaving tomorrow..." "Yes..." They both didn't dare to look at each other. "Riyu... This is the last time I am asking you. Consider talking to me about your problems. Consider accepting my help." Riyu pressed her cheek to her legs, turned her head so as not to see even Jumin's figure. She couldn't stand looking at him now, "I have to refuse, Jumin." Still, she would rather have him suffer and hate her than be hurt or even killed. She knew what her parents and the people who worked with them were capable of. Jumin stood up so abruptly that she couldn't help but looked at him. He started circling the room, his hand in his hair. "Why..." Jumin mumbled then took a deep breath. He stopped, straightened and turned to her. The way he looked at her made her shiver, "Maybe I should just keep you here against your will." Riyu blinked, raised her head and dropped her feet to the ground, "You're not serious." "Do you want to test me?" Riyu got up from her place, frowned, "You won't do anything like that." Jumin's expression didn't change, "I'm seriously considering it." Riyu slowly approached him, Jumin did not take a step back, still looking at her coldly, piercingly. She raised her head to look into his steely eyes. "Do you remember what I said the other day?" She asked. "I don't want to be the person through whom your dark thoughts are awakened." "If you don't want it, stay." Riyu embraced herself with her arms, bit her lip and looked away, "I can't." "So this is our last night together..." Jumin touched her chin with his fingers and when she glanced back at him, he stared long into her eyes, intensely. "Would you like to drink wine with me?" After this question, he passed her and headed for the kitchen. He didn't even wait for her reply. She stood there in the middle of the room and knew exactly to what outcome all this is leading. And she wasn't going to stop it. Tomorrow she was to be far away, far from Jumin, alongside his father... Did she not deserve to be happy for one night at least once?

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Swallow - A Dark Kairi/SoKai/KHIV Story Chapter Three

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21456412/chapters/51131662

Summary: My idea for a Kingdom Hearts IV--that will eventually have all that entails, like Shibuya and Verum Rex and Sora's PoV--but that deals with the idea of a dark Kairi after everything she's been through, because this girl deserves to be allowed to feel things.

Author’s Note: So, Re:Mind came out since I last updated this. And, sad to say, it’s not canon to this story… because the idea that Kairi didn’t get to spend much time with Sora at all—or get a chance to prove herself in the Keyblade War in her eyes—is part of why she’s so messed up here. But the rest of KHIII and its ending is canon to this, as is all our theories about where the series is going next. And to be clear… though this is a “dark Kairi” story… so far, at least (I might change my mind about this later. IDK) she’s not literally getting darkness within her heart—as she’s a Princess of Heart, and that shouldn’t be impossible—she’s just moreso experiencing the emotions that usually lead to darkness, but don’t with her because of her unique makeup. Also, last chapter Kairi had no idea that who she met was the Master of Masters—or even who the Master of Masters is—but since then, she’s figured it out. And I've only edited this massive chapter once (oops), so if there are any weird mistakes... that's why. Sorry Magic in the Midst Kairi’s PoV “Kairi, I was too hard on you,” Riku began, as he found her in what was still her favorite place somehow: the paopu tree. “I never should’ve said what I did. Especially when losing Sora’s been so… hard. “I know- I know you were just thinking of the greater good. I would have killed Ansem, I mean…” Except that Riku was being way too hard on himself here, and Kairi knew it. But since she didn’t exactly want to give up her newfound strength yet—and admitting that Riku had actually been right about her would make her have to do it—she selfishly didn’t correct him. Instead, she decided to focus on what really mattered—as she scooted closer to Riku, so he’d be able to hear her perfectly as she said this. “Master Yen Sid thinks he may have a new idea for where Sora may be. Another world that we haven’t been to yet… But Riku, I’m scared. The Master of Masters said that every world I’d go to on an upcoming adventure would be tied to my- my anger. And first off, I don’t know if I’m ready to face that worst part of myself. But it also makes me think that we won’t find Sora at all. Because how could he, of all people, ever be in a place connected to that?” Riku smiled at Kairi sympathetically, as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder… which was probably the only thing even remotely keeping her connected to the World at this point. Seeing this nice side of Riku again—from before he’d become obsessed with seeing the outside world and had lost himself some (huh. If thatdidn’t sound familiar right now)… that- that had been the Riku she’d had a crush on even before Sora. But as it was—as nice as this was—Kairi would never love another besides Sora. And having another guy touch her now, almost felt like a betrayal to him, even though she also knew it was really, really stupid to think that way—because of course her best friend should be allowed to try and comfort her… even if she didn’t at all deserve it. “Kairi, I’m not going to lie… when I was told, in Castle Oblivion, that I would only see beings of darkness—and places tied to my own darkness—I probably felt exactly what you’re feeling now, or close to. But as Sora would probably say… there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel. I definitely found my own there, in learning how to use light and darkness back to back. So you- you gotta believe the same about yourself. “Especially since I know something you don’t. It would seem this so called ‘Master’ was wrong. Master Yen Sid told me that the world of ‘Andalasia New York’ is a happy one. And that the reason he thinks Sora is there, is because… Sora’s already left wherever we were first sensed him, and now Yen Sid thinks Sora will be going only to joyful worlds: because- because he thinks he’s more likely to find you in those, and because he wants to show you those kinds of things himself… We’re going to find Sora, Kairi. Believe in that.” And Riku came over to Kairi and put a flower behind her ear like he had done when they were kids, and Kairi leaned into his touch and allowed herself to believe there could be a good future… for just a moment. … Master Yen Sid ended up being absolutely right that the next world she would go to would be a wonderful one. Kairi landed on the planet the moment that a giant singalong was about to take place—though she hadn’t known that at the time, of course—and she saw her charge, Giselle (that she would learn the name of later) right away, based on the way she was dressed and how she soon started singing. Basically? It wasn’t hard for Kairi to spot another Princess of Heart like herself, and how she prayed that this woman would end up leading her to Sora as she tried to help her! But since this world was so glorious—with bright colors everywhere, sunny colors, sweet people, and more delicious food than Kairi had ever been able to dream of—she had no idea why an acidic apple came flying towards both Giselle and a man on a bicycle. Only the Princess’ great reflexes with the Keyblade kept both of them safe… and the apples even began to try and burn through Destiny’s Embrace and shatter them the way Riku’s Way to the Dawn had. But Kairi uttered a quick “curaga” on her blade and was thankfully able to save it in time. But Kairi did not make Giselle and Robert’s (she’d learn his name later, too) acquaintance right away. No. She lost track of them in the massive throng of people, and instead ended up in a diner—at first just thinking she’d order something to eat and figure out her options then—when she saw what had to be the Princess’ prince based on what he was wearing, and the way he looked into the distance hopefully: the way that Kairi had often seen Sora look right before they were reunited again. “I will find Giselle, Nathaniel. This hard world will not deter me!” “As it shouldn’t, sire,” the man who Kairi could only assume was “Nathaniel” answered back to his prince before scurrying away somewhat suspiciously, but Kairi didn’t give it much mind. Instead, she went to sit beside the sweet—and somewhat clueless, it would seem—prince, who reminded Kairi a bit of her Sora, if she was being honest. She reached her hand out to shake the man’s hand and said with start of a smile, “Hello there. My name is Kairi… and I think I may have seen the woman you’re looking for. And I think I could find her for you, if I really tried.” “Could you really, kind lady?!” And the prince was on his feet at once, before then kneeling and then kissing Kairi’s hand—something that made her feel guilty like Riku hugging her had, but she tried to force the feeling down—“Oh, you doing that would be worth more than all the money in all the lands. What can I do to make your search up to you? Just name it, and it’s yours.” Normally, Kairi would have told this prince—Edward, he was whispering his name to her now—that that wasn’t necessary. That she only wanted to help because it was in her heart to do so… but Kairi also couldn’t help feeling this was her chance and lead to Sora, perhaps! Sora had always aided others in the worlds on their quests, that would then take him further in his own, right? Maybe the same thing was happening here. Perhaps Edward was meant to find Sora for her, and she’d find Giselle for him. “I- I’m looking for a lost love, too. A ‘Sora’. And if you happen to see him, and could just let me know, I’d appreciate it.” And having found a camaraderie with each other, the two began telling each other stories about their beloved. Prince Edward told Kairi that Giselle had the most beautiful singing voice he’d ever heard—and the sweetest heart… And Kairi told him about some of her and Sora’s more childish moments: of when Kairi was sad that she had swallowed her tooth, and was worried the Tooth Fairy wouldn’t give her a dollar because of it, and Sora had then pulled out his own falling tooth via a door, and given it to her. But also of their older times together, too: of how, oddly enough, Kairi had felt more butterflies when Sora’s fingers had just brushed against hers when she’d given him Mickey’s letter, than when he’d given her her lucky charm back slightly before that… and how that had just kept growing and growing. The two of them—totally lost in their love for others… and not even realizing people had gathered around them to listen to their “fantastical narratives”—probably would have continued on there, if Kairi hadn’t started hearing an ominous voice in her head… coming from the kitchen, it sounded like, and talking about killing someone? If she’d heard them correctly?! And if she hadn’t started feeling darkness in that exact moment… that she know wasn’t coming from Prince Edward, but where, then? “I- I’ve got to get out of here,” Kairi whispered, hating herself that she was leaving early through this cute chipmunk’s—who’d just shown up on the scene’s—attempts to tell them something about Giselle. “I- I promise I’ll find your Giselle for you… but if I don’t leave right now, I’m going to do something stupid.” Like find this caster of darkness and sell my soul to them—or it—in order to find Sora. And as Kairi pushed her way out the door, she heard this voice in her head: 'Oh, little princess—much like Giselle here—you have no idea who you’re dealing with, or even what you’ve begun for yourself, do you?

… It must have been Kairi’s day to go to restaurants—despite the fact that she was seasoned Keyblade wielder, who should have been out on the streets fighting Heartless… wasn’t that what she’d wanted and what the worlds usually seemed to want?—because after a lot of searching; and not before she fought a Heartless version of herself, that some mysterious force had made who had kept taunting her about her stupidity—Kairi found herself going to a pizzeria just for a bite to eat, since she was getting famished. And who should she find there but the very princess she was looking for? Kairi saw Giselle with the man from earlier and an adorable little girl, that made Kairi think that if she ever found Sora… she did want to have kids with him one day. Kairi walked over to Giselle—not even worrying about ordering food at the moment—and prepared to tell her the good news about her prince Edward… but had to pause when she heard Giselle seeming to insinuate that she was on a date with this man—and almost seeming to be excited about it—before he hastily corrected her? Perhaps? Kairi was about to turn around then, thinking that maybe this woman wasn’t Giselle, after all, or to maybe ask Prince Edward if he was maybe confused about their relationship to each other if this was Giselle, when the orange-haired-girl saw Kairi and stopped her. “Uhh? Excuse me? Miss?” and Kairi could only assume that Giselle was talking to her, since—other than Giselle—she was the only woman in this place, as the rest of the restaurant seemed to have been rented out for some father and son bonding, if the signs were anything to go off of. “I believe I saw you out and about in New York today. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw you sending a flying apple from out of our way. And I’d like to thank you. What a strong and kind heart you must have, to do such a thing.” “What?” asked the dashing man beside Giselle—who, if Kairi was being honest, was probably closed to what her idea of “tall, dark, and handsome” had been when she was young. “Giselle, there were thousands of people out and about today. You can’t really be sure that-“ “It was no problem,” Kairi was already answering, though, before those doubtful words had even caught up with her. “Protecting people is sort of what I do. I was happy to help,” …But if only she’d been good at helping people when Sora had disappeared—and been conscious, in order to stop him from senselessly sacrificing himself for her—but- it was probably best to not dwell on that now (even if she wanted to); these strangers didn’t need to know all about her woes. No, she would smile for them and pretend everything was alright, instead. Wasn’t that how she always was with strangers now? It was only around her friends, that she showed how broken she was… but then when she did, she had to even wonder if that was a good thing to do. Because Riku had been hating on her some for it, hadn’t he? “You’re a hero?!” the little girl with the cute curls asked Kairi, as Kairi took a seat beside them… thinking that if they were going to be having a conversation here, she ought to be polite and not block everyone’s view of the TV. “That’s so cool! Do you think you could give me hero lessons?!” “I’m- I’m really not a hero,” Kairi argued, as she put a gentle hand on the child’s hand—to try and let her know that she wasn’t disagreeing with her because of her, but since she hated herself. “I’m anything but… And while dreams of… heroing are lovely; and some day you may become one yourself and it will be wonderful for you… try to enjoy the simple things of being a child while you can.” “Yes, thank you! The last thing I want, is for Morgan to think that doing dangerous things is good. And Giselle’s right: thank you for bouncing that ball out of the way for us today. I’d thought it was a ball, but it was an apple? That’s crazy. But thank you. I’m Robert, by the way.” He reached his hand out for Kairi to shake it, and she did. And the moment she touched him—maybe it was her Princess of Heart powers—Kairi could tell that Robert had once been a bright light, similar to her, until he’d become jaded like her. And Kairi felt a certain camaraderie there. And while she’d still try to do what she could for Prince Edward… Kairi thought that if Giselle had found someone to balance her out, when she was maybe too idealistic otherwise, was probably a good thing. “Ahh. I guess I’ll do that, then…” Morgan said with a bitter edge to her voice as she began coloring again, but still with a grin for Kairi. And maybe that’s why Kairi chose to then tell everyone gathered who she was (even if she despised who she was). “…Kairi. My name’s Kairi, and it’s nice to meet you all.” And here Kairi bowed at them, that the three seemed to appreciate, but Kairi also thought she’d done something wrong by their reactions. Oh well. “It’s nice to meet you, Kairi. And while I get where you’re coming from—because if I hadn’t tried to rescue Pip, the chain of events that led me to this strange place may have never happened—I’m also glad that I did it. Because Pip deserves to live, of course. And this land is magical, despite everything, and I never would have experienced without my actions… so I’m here, but I’m holding onto my love for my past through my memories.” “You tell them, Giselle,” Morgan supplied, and Kairi noticed that she was giving the woman she was coloring orange hair, too. Maybe… maybe Giselle was right. Perhaps she was looking at this whole thing wrong. And could she, too, now balance her sense of reality with that old idealism somehow? And it was just when Kairi was about to tell Morgan of some of Sora and Riku's adventures--to prove she wasn't completely against teens saving the world--that the chipmunk Kairi had seen earlier appeared on the scene! "Pip!" Giselle exclaimed, as both Giselle and Morgan--and even Kairi herself cooed over him--and when he told Giselle that her prince was there to save her, Kairi cut in that she had meant to tell her that. But then somehow or another, Pip ended up in a pizza, as a man was trying to get him, and Morgan was frantic. And when the pizza went in the oven, Kairi had never felt worse in her life. And when she proved to be the only one who could calm Morgan down--as she got lost in her tales of Chip and Dale--Robert and Giselle invited her over. … Later that night, once Kairi had exhausted herself in trying to assure Morgan that Pip—from what she had seen—seemed plenty resourceful and had surely escaped with his wits about him, she exited the little girl’s room to find Robert and Giselle in some sort of argument… Well, that wasn’t entirely true. First, she’d unintentionally overheard Robert saying how his first wife had left him and that had made him wake up to the idea that true love didn’t exist. And Kairi’s heart had gone out to him, because even while she still strongly believed in what she and Sora had and always would… it had been losing him that had made her somewhat wake up to the horrors of the world. But after that, Robert began trying to Giselle that Prince Edward wasn’t coming for her for whatever reason—something that Kairi had been about to step in and correct—until Giselle sort of ended up snapping herself. And that was what really called on Kairi to make herself known, despite the fact that none of this was really her business at all. Because… was Giselle also somewhat waking up like she had? Giselle seemed furious for the first time that Kairi had ever seen (not that she’d known her much thus far, to be fair). But she seemed oddly… thrilled about it, as she laughed gleefully at the fact that she was angry… before Robert walked off, after Giselle’s hand had found its way to his chest. Kairi remembered what it had felt like to have Sora’s chest pressed up against her own, as he had saved her from Terra-Xehanort… and it was that, more than anything, that made Kairi finally decide to make her presence known and to tell Giselle what was in her heart. “You- you have a right to angel, Giselle. All- all people do. And don’t let anyone tell you any differently, okay? Especially if someone you love has hurt you… intentionally, or not.” Giselle didn’t say anything for a long time—and Kairi was beginning to wonder if she would—so she occupied her time by looking at the holes in the curtains, that it looked as though Giselle had used to make her dresses… the strange pizza boxes that actually seemed to hold something called “doughnut sandwiches”, and the homework of Morgan’s that was littering the couch and hadn’t found its way into her schoolbag yet. There was such a nice, normal life here… and Kairi selfishly wanted to be part of it… Or rather, a life like this with Sora. "Kairi... if you don't mind my asking, do you prefer the emotion of anger? You're kind of acting like it, from what I’ve seen—or maybe hiding your true heart underneath it, a bit like Nancy—not! that I'm badmouthing you or Nancy! You're such a lovely girl, who I sense is trying to be there for everyone here. And as for Nancy… deep down, I sense that she wants something magical like what I have with my Edward." Wow. Giselle had sized Kairi up even better than Naminé ever had. And that was saying something! Though Kairi felt awful, with what Giselle had taken to mean her preferring being mad to anything else. But what was worse, was that Kairi was starting to imagine she was right. And if she was, the Master of Masters might as well have taken her for his plan now! But even if she was doomed, she would stir Giselle in the right way. She would! Kairi promised herself, as she clenched her fists so tightly that her nails drew blood from her skin that way. "I- I'm starting to think one needs both positive and negative sets of emotions in order to be whole. And since if I’m right, it actually affects you, Giselle, as a New Seven Hearts... I'm going to tell you the truth that I probably shouldn’t." “…You and I both have hearts of pure light. But everyone else in the world—save for five others like us—have darkness in their hearts, preferably in balance with their light. I- I used to think we could Seven Hearts could still feel the negative emotions that would lead to darkness in others' hearts—without it doing the same for us—but now I’m not so sure. “Maybe the way I am, with the light in my heart, makes me broken so that I can't understand those who have to deal with a lot of tragedies in their lives… and that's why they leave me. But I'm not saying you'relike that, Giselle... I’m probably just all kinds of a freak, because I wield a Keyblade unlike any other sort of Princess thus far.” But as all of what she’d just said caught up with her, Kairi instantly regretted it. And for it, Kairi almost thought she deserved for the Master of Masters to show up that very moment and give her a thrashing or something. Kairi knew that she hadn’t been applying any of her self-loathing comments to Giselle... but why even sayany of them out loud, then, on the off-chance that Giselle would still take it the wrong way? Kairi was about to apologize for everything she’d just done, but before she could Giselle was throwing her arms around her. "…It sounds to me that you've suffered very much, Kairi, and I'm so sorry for that... You've given me a lot to think over, and I believe most of it. Before, I honestly would have thought you were wrong about needing to feel things like anger, sadness, and envy... but through comparing and contrasting those with their opposite, isn't that how we know the good?" But even with Giselle offering Kairi an olive branch here, she still wanted to try and make things right with her. She thought that the new Princess was perhaps being too kind to her, like Anna, Rapunzel, and even Elsa. But when the woman pulled away from Kairi with a calculating look in her eyes, the auburn-haired-girl thought Giselle must have figured out all the secrets of the multiverse, and she believed in her. … Kairi couldn’t sleep that night, as everything she had thought about and discussed with Giselle hours before—and memories of everything she had been through post-Sora’s disappearance—was causing a conga line of trauma in her heart. So when she eventually heard what sounded like a crash at the door and loud voices, Kairi partly thought she was still dreaming—from the few hours she had been able to sleep—but when she heard the angry tone of Prince Edward, and what sounded like a squeak from Robert, she knew that things had gone to hell in a handbasket and she darted out of bed. And with Destiny’s Embrace acting like more of an extension of her arm than it ever had before, she stopped Prince Edward from dispatching Robert just in time: as she blocked Prince Edward’s weapon with her own. Not having to be told to move twice, Robert moved over to Giselle’s side as they both tried to scream to Prince Edward what was going on. “Fair Kairi, was I wrong to trust you?! Were you also a part of the hideous scheme that took my Giselle away from me all along?!” as he asked this question, the prince was able to cut Kairi’s cheek and—in her shock for that—nearly stab it into her chest. But Kairi simply put a hand over the wound to halt some of the worst of its attributes, and then kicked at him so that he fell into a beanbag chair behind them. Kairi aimed her Keyblade at the Prince, and was about to perform a “Stop” spell on him, if necessary—despite the fact that she didn’t want to seem like she was a witch, to add fuel to Prince Edward’s theory—but it wasn’t necessary when Giselle ran to Edward’s side and embraced him. “Edward, dear, I fell into this land by accident and these kind people have been helping me ever since.” “Oh!” Edward exclaimed, with his demeanor changing completely—back to the man Kairi had actually liked—as he smiled at everyone and offered them his hand. “Then you have my most sincere thank yous, peasants.” And having had enough excitement for one morning—for one life, really—Kairi went back to sleep. She’d deal with whatever Kingdom Hearts was trying to tell her when she had more sleep or caffeine in her system. Preferably both. … When Kairi next awoke—far into the night this time. Oops—it was to find out that Prince Edward and Giselle had gone on some sort of date. And while that seemed right to Kairi—and what she’d been aiming for here along—she also couldn’t deny the sense of wrongness she felt, when she saw how heartbroken Robert looked about it. And as she did notice that, something dawned on Kairi—as she set to making him the kind of tasty coffee that Master Yen Sid had taught her to make with magic—“That’s why you invited me here too, isn’t it? Because I feel in this world, people don’t trust easily and wouldn’t just allow strangers into their homes so easily. You can tell I’m kind of like Giselle. And while you don’t love me, like you do her, you don’t want all magic to leave you and Morgan if she ends up leaving you.” And the way that Robert looked at her then, as he blew at the hot drink that Kairi had just put into his hands, told her that she’d hit the nail on the head. “You’re under no obligation to stay, of course. Neither was, nor is, Giselle. I just wanted to help you both, when I realized you were innocents in New York, of all places, with nowhere to stay and nowhere to protect you… And if you’re able to give a sense of fun to Morgan—that I can’t give her—before you leave, who am I to begrudge you that?” But you are fun to Morgan, Kairi wanted to argue. I could tell that from how she was reading the Madame Curie book, you obviously gave her, before she went to bed last night. She was doing this for you. But she didn’t. Instead, Kairi decided to focus on another question she’d had since entering this world. “I guess I am a bit like Giselle… and come from a place where people believe in one and onlys. So I’ve been confused by the feelings that I’ve seen Giselle show for both you and Prince Edward. But I’ve got to ask: do you think Giselle is your one and only soulmates?” Like Sora is mine, even though I had some crush on Riku when I was younger? And Kairi could tell by his silence, that Robert thought the answer was “yes”, or would have liked it to be. But he’d never say it aloud… probably because he had loved his ex-wife, and maybe thought that she had been a “one and only” for him at the time… Or because he’d become too jaded to voice that he still believed in that stuff, or because he thought it would be inappropriate to discuss or didn’t want to get his heart broken again. But Kairi knew the answer. And it made her sad, as she took a dainty sip from her own coffee and judged the world. “Life isn’t fair, is it?” “No. No it is not.” … Kairi learned the next day—after she hadn’t learned her lesson about getting enough sleep at all, for she had gone out into the night again and fought Heartless after Heartless and Nobody after Nobody—that there was some sort of ball that evening, that both Prince Edward and Giselle and Robert and this Nancy were planning on intending. And while a side of Kairi had been tempted to tell them this was a bad idea—because Robert and Giselle seeing each other all dolled up would surely hurt them even more, with what couldn’t be; Kairi remembered well how Sora had reacted to seeing her older and much prettier in the Castle That Never Was, after all—she’d been unable to deny Giselle and Morgan when they invited her to their “girls night out” to help Giselle get ready. Giselle was also suggesting that Kairi go. And who was she to say no to that, when Kairi was still very much a girl herself and would take any excuse to wear a pretty new dress? So out shopping—and eventually to the salon—they went. Giselle bought an elegant baby purple dress that was almost mermaid and hugged all of her curves… and Kairi went with a similarly cut light brown one (though faux snakeskin)… because she had once dreamed she’d find Sora again while wearing that color partly. And if she could try and make that dream a reality, Kairi would gladly do it. At the salon, she also gave herself a buzz cut—because it would help with all her fighting—whereas Giselle just nicely straightened her hair. But since with her hair option, Kairi knew she had—arguably—made herself uglier than she’d ever looked before, she made sure to go all out with her makeup and jewelry to doll herself up even more. But it was as the hairdresser was adding some wave to Giselle’s locks—and Kairi was buying the best smelling hair gel that she could, to even try and spike her hair some—that Kairi overheard Morgan telling Giselle that boys only wanted one thing. And while it was clear that the young girl had no idea what she was saying—thank the light—Kairi couldn’t help becoming livid, that this was always said against boys. Sora wasn’t like this! Riku wasn’t! And neither were any of the Guardians of Light, for that matter! …But then as Kairi realized she was getting riled up at something as silly as this, she guessed that the Master of Masters must have been right about her and that maybe she was doomed, after all. And Sora… he would surely never love her as she was now, right? So as it was… dark thoughts plagued Kairi, and it ruined a lot of her, Giselle, and Morgan’s time together—though she tried not to let it, and to point out bunnies in the clouds before the taxi driver dropped her off back home—and even her half-an-hour in a cab with Prince Edward and Giselle as they rode to the dance together. But once they reached their destination and Kairi stepped outside, she found her mood improving exponentially. Unlike the rest of New York, this part of it seemed to be kept pretty pristine: so Kairi had no doubt that someone had been hired to sweep outside of this theater, which made her appreciate the brown sidewalk of this world for the first time since she’d seen it. Kairi was also impressed by the wide screen TVs just above the building they were about to enter, that were showing various pictures of the inside and announcing in glitter where they were at. Kairi had never seen something quite so beautiful. And she bet her sister—the artist Naminé—would have appreciated it, too. "Well, shall we my ladies?" Prince Edward asked, as he kindly made sure Kairi and Giselle's coats were securely on them—even though they were about to go inside—since it was a bit chilly. And they followed the crowd and went in, and into the most gorgeous room Kairi had ever beheld. It looked a lot like the floor of the ball pit that Sora had gotten to explore on his last adventure—Kairi knew this from Naminé having shown her some of Sora's memories, on the off-chance that it would help them find him. And everyone was decked out to the nines, and seemed to be having the greatest time. And the punch bowl seemed to be made of ice, if you could believe it! And there seemed to be a purple gem theme that permeated the entire room, that even made it into the balloons above them. "Breathtaking!" Kairi gasped, just as Giselle came up to her side and smiled—laying a friendly hand on Kairi’s shoulder as she did so. Prince Edward took both his date and Kairi's coats off of them now. And as he did so, Kairi noticed Robert—and who she assumed to be Nancy—before them and she could tell that Giselle did, too. Nancy looked absolutely gorgeous—with her hair in stylish pigtails, as she wore a green dress with red accents on it. Robert had cleaned up well, too, as he wore a black tuxedo with his hair slicked back. Kairi was reminded of school events that she and Sora had dragged Riku to—as he had never wanted to go to them—but he always stole the show at. Robert and Giselle started making small talk… and with that, Kairi felt somewhat out of place and didn't know what to do. She wanted to tell them both to follow their hearts, but how could she when hurt would come from it? She had followed her heart and fought in the Keyblade War, and Sora had died because of it... So to distract herself from the pain and all of the confusion, Kairi introduced herself to Nancy and then suggested that he and Nancy dance together, when it became clear the first waltz was intended for a man with a woman he hadn’t asked out that evening. As Kairi stood on the sidelines, many young men sweetly began asking her to dance… but she turned them all down, for they were not Sora or even Riku. And it was at that point that she—ridiculously, in her eyes—began crying, and wondering what had happened to the tough girl she'd become, as she found herself almost becoming jealous of all of the couples before her. It was then that Kairi heard the same mysterious voice from before. ‘Oh! Poor dear Kairi: doomed to be forever injured by this cruel, cruel world. But, hey: maybe it doesn’t have to be that way. I don’t want Giselle to inherit my throne, because she and my son will force me off it to follow the rules… But if I share my home with you, you won’t… will you, Kairi? After all, I can tell you care little about rules anymore and only want stability. Or, moreover… perhaps I can give you what you want from the depths of your very heart! And before Kairi’s very heart, a Heartless in the form of Sora was created… Though “Heartless” might not have been the right word for it, because that seemed to imply the Shadow Soras or Anti-Sora that Riku had once created… This dark Sora was so close to the real thing in his Anti-Form or Rage Form—even though, deep down, Kairi knew that it was still a Heartless—that Kairi could have almost believed that it was him, and that she’d found him at long last! But she also wasn’t stupid enough to fall for this trap. Now that she thought about it, this was the second time that Kairi had heard about possible danger for Giselle. And at the top of the stairs, Kairi could see someone trying to give Giselle an apple or something! The Princess of Heart tried with all her might to get to her, but she found that she couldn’t move… because—metaphorically, and even somewhat literally—she was split in two: her heart wanted to do the right thing and help her new friend. But her body, that had somewhat been succumbing to wants and desires in this place, wanted nothing but the Sora before her… even if he was a fake, it didn’t care. And when he did a “come hither” motion, Kairi found her body flowing to him of its own accord… and then it was following him into the dark corridor he’d just made on the floor—as so many screamed out for Giselle in that exact moment. ... Kairi, somehow, became aware that it had been moreso her astral body that had followed this “Sora”—as her physical one was desperately trying to regain consciousness in order to help out—on the ballroom floor, but there seemed like there was nothing she could do to cement the two back together. And the most awful part of all of this? Kairi thought that if she had had to fall, she had fallen for the wrong reason. For the most part—though Sora had been misled before—it usually had nothing to do with him chasing phantom versions of her. She was supposed to be like Sora, wasn’t she? And here she had pulled a Riku, almost, when he had listened to Maleficent’s honeyed promises about saving her. Just what was wrong with her?! And it was when Kairi was having these despairing thoughts—and tearing at the little hair she had in her anger—that a memory of Sora’s somehow came her way... of when he had fought Roxas for the first time and the former Nobody had been raining two Keyblades down on him, and Sora had blocked them with a spin and with just Decisive Pumpkin on hand. Idly, Kairi had to wonder if she was maybe doing the same thing against the Sora Heartless’ physical body now (because it seemed it hadn’t really come to this place and had tricked her. Was it still up there with her body, that was only starting to come awake?)... she felt in her body that she probably was, but she didn’t really know. Not when all her consciousness wanted to do, was to reach down and touch the face that she saw on Sora’s heart platform in his memory with Roxas here. In said memory, Roxas was now asking Sora why the Keyblade had chosen him, and realizing it was because he loved both her and Riku so much—as he stood between pictures of both of them—and Kairi thought she might cry. But she also thought she’d done enough of that for a lifetime, so she held it back. 'Are you somehow talking to me here, Sora? ...Telling me that I’m not a fool for losing myself, just for a moment, in my love for you? Or… if you were able to connect to me in this world, are you saying that you’re in this Andalasia New York?!' But as he had done in some of his second journey there, Sora ignored Kairi and she got no answer. And she was left trying to figure it all out for herself. But wasn't that how Sora himself had been on most of his quests? She knew when Ansem Seeker of Darkness had tried to behead Sora, for instance, that he had thrown Donald and Goofy out beforehand. So, holding onto the belief that if Sora could triumph alone, she could do the same… Kairi decided to be strong just like Sora, and she blinked her eyes open. And whatever the reason, the dark Sora had been encompassed by light and was already starting to dissipate as he cried out… and Kairi almost bawled her eyes out for him, or reached for him, but she didn’t: for through his form, Kairi saw Giselle fighting a giant dragon outside and she knew that that should be her priority. The massive blue dragon was speaking to Giselle in that haunting female’s voice that she had now heard three times, and had climbed to the top of a tower with Robert in hand! And Giselle only had a sword to try and fend her off with! Kairi summoned her Keyblade to aid her once more, and was awe-struck when it wasn’t Destiny’s Embrace she was seeing… but somehow Oathkeeper. And that was all she really needed to know, wasn’t it? Kairi was just about to run outside into the rain, when she was stopped by a plump, blond man, who was wearing outfits that spoke to her of Giselle’s and Prince Edward’s. "Princess of Heart, that beast is Prince Edward's mother, the queen Narissa. She wants Giselle to die so that she won’t have to give up her throne for her, and I'm ashamed to say I tried to help her with that... and with some plans against you." "We- we all make mistakes, Sir, but what matters is that you recognized yours, and told me about it so I can help stop things before it becomes too late. That's what matters. And I’m sure Prince Edward feels the same way,” for it was suddenly clear to Kairi that this was the man she’d seen scurrying away from the Prince when she’d first met him. And just behind them, Prince Edward smiled at this man from his court to seemingly tell him that Kairi was right. But before Kairi could witness anymore of this catharsis with them, she used flowmotion to climb the dragon’s back and was then using “Flare” to try and light it up. Meanwhile, Giselle and Pip were cleverly attacking Narissa’s head with blade and weight. But Narissa noticed what Kairi was doing right away, and sent her tail flying into the Princess' face to knock her away. And somehow, it was not the fact that she was flying backwards into a building that Kairi noticed while she was losing, but the rough indents the spike of Narissa’s tail had just left in her face. They hurt. "Ohhhhhh? Is the selfish Princess Kairi finally here to help her friend Giselle, when before she was lost in her own woes? Well, guess what: it doesn't matter. Either way, I'll smash you both into smithereens and still play myself as the victim here!" Narissa hissed, as she also sent Gargoyle Heartless Kairi's way—that tried to pick her up via her light weight and throw her back to the ground, once she’d finally gotten her bearings. But Kairi resisted like it was nothing. "Holy!" she cried out, as she released a beam of light from her Keyblade that then washed the world in its vibrance. But while it was enough to keep Narissa’s tail from moving, it didn’t seem enough to do more to her. Kairi was about to worry for that fact, but then she heard Giselle's voice as she slid down the woman's back and stabbed her with her sword. "Kairi isn't selfish. She's one of the dearest friends I’ve never know—who has told me many truths, even though it’s hurt her!" "Giselle-" Kairi choked out at her friend's easy defense of her. And just as she did, she decided to help Giselle with the final blow. "Pearl!" Kairi screamed, as she did an attack similar to Holy... but that separated itself somewhat, so that it could hit every target on Narissa that Kairi wanted it to. And as Kairi did that, Giselle batted the witch on the head one last time and then jumped into the air so she could free Robert from her claw... but then they were falling out of her hand and down the roof! Except... except that Kairi saw they were fine, and now kissing on said roof. Deciding to leave them alone for just a moment, Kairi returned to the ball room... where she saw Edward and Nancy running away somewhere together? Huh. It seemed they had done the switcheroo on mates, after all. They would probably be fine… But Kairi wanted to make sure, anyway, and to finally give this “Andalasia” place some exploring. And when she got there, she saw that time moved somewhat differently there (it also looked somewhat different here: more like the worlds she was used to seeing, whereas the other one had seemed more like the Pirate world Sora had told her about… or so she guessed). Nathaniel, who had once worked for Queen Narissa, was writing a book about everything he’d been through and an agent by his side seemed very interested in it. And in the background—as they looked through books on shelves to try and find inspiration for what Nathaniel’s book should look like—Edward and Nancy were planning a wedding and inviting Kairi to it, when they got all the kinks worked out… which she of course agreed to. And then Kairi was feeling a weight on her shoulder and again seeing the cute chipmunk from earlier. In a much deeper voice than Kairi had been expecting of him—though, to be fair, she hadn’t thought he could talk at all—he was telling her, “It seems to me, that—for the time being at least—little Giselle doesn’t need me anymore. But it seems like you could use a shoulder to cry on, sweet girl. Mind if I go with you on your adventure?” For the first time in a long time, Kairi truly smiled—thinking that this was how Sora must have felt whenever he had gotten Summons before—“No… I don’t at all. And thank you. But first, I think we should go back and see Giselle and get her permission first.” And back to see Giselle, they went… Or, moreover, back to see Morgan first: as Robert and Giselle were in her room, reading her a bedtime story about Twelve Dancing Princesses, and Kairi had been unable to deny helping to read it to her, too. It was when the adults had safely exited Morgan’s room when she was asleep, that hugs and thank yous were given. “Well, I can’t speak for Giselle, of course… But I think she’d be thrilled with you taking Pip as a thank you, since you helped save me and always believed in us… and love, deep down.” “And that’s- that’s why I actually have to go!” Kairi explained, as she looked at her two new friends in turn, so they’d see how serious this was and maybe finally know the real her. “Because- Because there’s a reason I saw myself in everyone here—and also why I’ve become so jaded—my- my boyfriend died… but I think that he’s out there, and I can save him. I just need to try really hard, and all the help I can get.” And before Kairi could even blink, she found herself in a hug from Giselle again—as the other Princess of Heart even kissed her cheek this time. “Then, yes: please take Pip with you. And if you need my help, I’ll even be content to leave here and help you for a little while, if need be. But thinking of here: always know that you’re always welcome back. Pip, Kairi, take care of each other on the long road.” And as Pip nuzzled into Kairi’s neck and she giggled, she found that neither one of them had to be told that twice. And then—right then—Kairi thought she heard Sora’s voice for the first time in years. “K-K-Kairi, go to- go to a world where you think I became the strongest. There’s something for you there.” And as a tear slid down Kairi’s eye, that both Robert and Giselle tried to wipe away for her, she thought she knew exactly where she was going to next. Author’s Note: I’m sorry that this took me so long to write/post. I hand wrote some of it… and that was actually somewhat my downfall, since it took me forever to type it up after that. And after Re:Mind came out and fixed some of my worries about Kairi going forward, I wasn’t sure if this story was necessary anymore and if I should finish it. But I definitely want to, so here we are Enchanted is also a dream world for me, and I wanted it in this story one way or another… but it was really hard for me to write—perhaps for obvious reasons—and I rewrote a lot of it. Hopefully it’s okay in the end. I actually wanted to do stuff with Nancy, but it didn’t pan out. Prince Edward also sort of disappears, which is a shame since he and Kairi were bonding at first (and they do still have that bond, don’t get me wrong). But perhaps it makes sense, that this moreso focused on Giselle and Robert in the end (and Kairi’s relationship with them), like the film.

#long post #sokai #kairi #dark kairi #riku and kairi friendship that's getting stronger again but still rocky because they need to talk about Everything #enchanted world #no remind #kairi feels all the things #fanfiction #mine #my work #my writing #Shanna writes #kairi story #kairi-centric #for now at least #swallow #swallow chapter three #kaiora

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Selene Crawford: The Resurrection, The Motive, The Resolve

lWarnings: kidnapping situations

The waiting room at the general hospital of the city began to get full of handsome men. The group was large, unusual but enough to stand out. Either sit, standing or against a wall they were patiently waiting for news. A couple of hours before Nobunaga received the call, Masasmune had been shot. He was found facing down the floor of Selene's living room. Signs of struggle were found, while the police was responding to a call reporting shots fired at the place. Kojuro was the first one to be called when the police found Masamune. While the ambulance was called they were securing the area making sure no one disturb it. Providing basic first aid to Masamune.

After taking Masamune to the hospital they called Ieyasu as the family doctor to make sure they got access to Masamune. Two hours later he was still unconscious. Preliminary examination concluded that he sustained two broken ribs and a bruised sternum. The suit had a lot to do with this after all. Masamune took four shots to the chest. Kojuro showed the suit to the group once they arrived to the hospital. In appearance the shirt seemed a normal cotton mixed cloth but upon closer inspection from Kenshin he noticed Kevlar fiber as part the cloth material. Giving the shirt a more reinforced structure creating an impact resistant Armour.

“If I'm not mistaken this can sustain an impact of a bullet. That Dragon is a damn lucky bastard.” Kenshin was annoyed at the prospect of Masamune having such a powerful protection.

“ I know the military have some of this, but how he got this.” it was Shingen's turn to sound envious.

“Right now, is not the time to inquires about this. The main question is where is Selene. Someone took her which is really a more important matter.” this time Nobunaga distracted the group's attention from the shirt to himself. He made several calls to his contacts around the city. The network he was part of didn't gave signs of activity regarding Selene's whereabouts.

“Mine also is silent, is like she disappeared in mid air.” Shingen added.

At that moment Ieyasu step out to the room to give his report.

“How is he?” Mitsuhide's voice was the first one to ask.

“Considering the situation he is OK. We had to heavily sedate him. He was trying to get up to go look for Selene. He was blabbing about knowing how to find Selene and asking for his cellphone.” Ieyasu sounded exasperated but he also was worried about Masamune. Perhaps more than he was letting show to them.

Mitsuhide left the room without a word. In his car he got Masamune's phone and returned to the hospital. Giving the phone to Sasuke he asked.

“Could you hack the phone and see if there is a GPS tracker?”

Sasuske took a look at Shingen who nod in approval. “Sure I need to go back to the office though, my equipment is there. Come on, Yuki.”

“I will go with you guys, Kenshin stay with them in case you need to go and get Selene. And no, you can't impale the Dragon play nice we are on the same team for now.” Shingen delivered the orders. He left without room to argument about the decision. For once Kenshin didn't complain only nod and sit waiting for the moment to move.

“Can I see him Ieyasu?” Nobunaga stood near Ieyasu awaiting for his answer.

“Only for a few minutes. He needs to rest try not to rattle him up, will you?” Ieyasu looked tired.

Nobunaga entered the room where only the sound of the monitoring equipment was beeping in a slow rhythm. Masamune was connected with some packs of ice to lower the swelling. The IV dripping the medicine while keeping him hydrated. He was asleep but on his face it was shown a silent torment that Nobunaga knew too well. He lost count of the times it was he on the bed and Masamune next to him. Guarding him, making sure no one will disturb his recovery.

“We will find her my friend, you need to rest. I will get you when the time comes.” whispering a soft promise Nobunaga left the room.

Going back to the waiting room he found Hideyoshi and Mitsurani speaking with a young woman. She was small delicate frame, maybe five feet four give or take. Her hair on a loose pony tail with a mixed of golden yellow and auburn red which seemed like a flaming mane. Dressing a modest dress and a pair of heelless shoes she turned around to showed an angelic face with hazel eyes. Although a simple beauty Nobunaga couldn't hide a pang on his heart at the sight of her.

“Nobunaga, good timing, let me introduce you Mai Miyasaki, she is the seamstress who created the suit for Masamune.”

Opening his eyes impressed Nobunaga, took Mai's hand giving a gentle kiss on the back of it. “Nice to meet you Mrs. Miyasaki, I want to thank you for your work. It save a dear friend and colleague.”

Blushing slightly Mai controlled herself enough to ask. “How is he?”

“He is bruised but okay, what brings you here?” was Oda's reply.

“Detective Katakura called me. He let me know about Selene's situation. There is something I need to give you in case something happened to her.” Mai tried not to cry and blinked several times to prevent tears from falling. “Please come with me. Oh, Ieyasu please give this to Masamune if he wakes up. He is going to need it.” Mai handle a package to Ieyasu who raise one eyebrow.

“Dear Lord, those two are meant to each other.” exasperated he took the package and left for Masamune's room.

“Mitsurani stay here in case Masamune wakes up.”

“Understood Mr. Oda.” with a short curt nod Mitsurani responded.

Following Mai, Hideyoshi asks” Where are we going?”

Smiling softly Mai gave a mischievous look to the men and said “Gentlemen is time to go to shopping.”

Selene started to open her eyes feeling a bit disoriented. She tried to sit on the soft bed but she felt a bit dizzy. Taking her time she noticed the luxury around her. The bed she was in had silk comforters and soft pillows.

“I'm glad you are awake my love. It’s been years since we last had time to have a nice conversation.” the voice seemed to be coming for anywhere.

Selene once again tried to sit but the dizziness and vertigo took her. Nausea soon became part of the symptoms rendering her vulnerable on the bed. With shaky breathing Selene trembled not knowing what will happened to her. Closing her eyes all she could think off was Masamune. She prayed in silence while closing her eyes and fading into semi unconsciousness. Once her breathing stabilized a figure dress in black wearing only red converse entered the room. The man was slightly five feet ten inches. Slender figure, he was licking a lollipop while reaching the bed. His eyes were black and his hair a soft shade of violet made a contrast with the soft olive undertone of his skin. Once next to the other side of the bed he crawled the bed to lay next to Selene. Once feeling comfortable he started to speak to the ceiling.

“You know it's been years since we talked. Man you were such a troublesome girl back then. But I have to say you cleaned up really well. I see you never got rid of the scar uh? Well is good to know that you learned your lesson but not completely. See you are never going to be happy. Not until you give us what we want. I gave you a mild sedative, is a kind of nice paralyzing one. I mean you can hear me, you can feel...me.” at the same time the man was touching her stomach while a lonely tear was going down Selene's cheek. “But rest assure I won't force myself on you. It's not my style darling. I will persuade you to give yourself to me. Right now rest I'm going to prepare for your other princes charming since it seemed you've been busy lately.” with a soft giggling the man gave Selene a Small peck on her lips and put a throw on her body.

Ian was disgusted with the show his son put on the room. Once he joined his father, Ian sighed.

“So what was the purpose of your call? I told you not to kill the Dragon...”

“He is not dead, he was using that Armour, although I should had killed him in front of her. Isn't what you wanted? To see her suffering? I mean I know Lancelot and Kincaid named her the one in charge of the docs but why not kill her before training her?” Ian's son question was indeed a good one. Still Ian McCloud keep looking at Selene laying limp on the bed.

“Your opponent should not be weak, you must face your enemy at his best. She deserved every chance we gave her to be stronger, to be fierce, but yet she decided to be weak. She needs to know that not every life is a fairy tale. She is part of this life. She has to embrace it or...” Ian's voice trailed off. Ever since Kincaid brought her, he didn't considered her part of the family. Too soft, too trusting, big cheerful smile. “You made me proud but her, she just is a waste of resources. Countless of times I told her never to show her weakness. Either she submits to her real calling or die. That's the law of the clan.” Ian turned around to leave.

“Son, do not corrupt yourself with her. And make sure that she gets comfortable. We will wait for the Dragon and the others.”

“Of course father, now what shall we do with this?” the man Let the pendant balance on the air while holding it from his hand.

“Turn it on after 48 hours. Let's see if they are up to the challenge.”

Letting the pendant move from side to side, the man smile innocently. “Indeed this will be an interesting test of will Selene.” turning around he put the pendant on his pocket and proceed to leave the observation room.

Meanwhile Selene was trying to move but her body kept refusing her commands. A sensation of impotency took her over. Feeling alone overwhelmed, insecure, but of all she felt very scared. Tobias was alive, and that meant that Ian was behind the situation. The old man, she worked so hard to gain his trust and yet...Another lonely tear fell. Shaking herself mentally she worked on stop crying, getting dehydrated while paralyzed was a bad idea. Right now, her focus should be on taking the sedative out. Resting is the choice at the moment. Concentrating on her breathing Selene started to relax. Once awake she could see her options and see how to help the others. She prayed Mai had received the message. Ian might be some steps ahead but she also had a few tricks of her own. As her body began to relaxed once again, her thoughts went back to Masamune, she needed to make it out of this alive. She couldn't give up or die. Not without telling him how much she love him.

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Magic and Miracles and BEYOND Chapter 4

Ok, so for those who don’t know I face cast Miracle Laurie as Hazel Stevens, Titus Drautos’ love interest (*cough* love of his life *cough*) and in the upper right hand corner is my face cast for Ada, @the-immortal-marshal ‘s OC, she gave me Ada’s particulars forever ago so now I’ve just finally face cast her. And we have TADA I finally found a face I liked for Charlotte Stevens. Hazel’s sister who is of African American and Chinese decent. And I am OBSESSED with Empresses in the Palace which is a six episode long mini series that USED to be on Netflix, you can find it on Amazon Prime video now. And there is a lot of symbolism from that show that I’ve taken and run wild with because in this fic Gilgamesh (who I have taken so many liberties with) is a Chinese drug lord who thinks of himself as an Emperor and calls Charlotte his Empress. And Cor is obsessed with taking him down (like he is in the canon-verse).

Ok so you can read it here -> AO3 or below. Tumblr, be cool, keep it under a cut.

Magic and Miracles and BEYOND

Chapter 4

“Ok, I stand corrected, this is my favorite house.” Selena announced as she came into the mansion in California wine country that was styled in a blend of Italianate, Spanish and Mediterranean. With it’s overall warm tones and clay tile roof. She fell head over heels in love with it.

“Knew it would be,” Ravus beamed.

“I want our house to be exactly like this.” Selena urged Ravus who chuckled.

“Yeah, I figured as much.” Ravus nodded in agreement, having figured that the moment they hit the road.

“Yeah, you can keep the house on the coast Luna, I love that location but I love and adore this house and the vineyards are just...spectacular. It’s so beautiful I think I’m gonna cry.” Selena teased herself as her eyes actually started to water which only got Ravus to pull her into his embrace and kiss the crown of her head.

“Well Ravus did buy you that place up the coast so you’re only a stroll down the beach away.” Luna teased her.

“Yeah,” Selena sighed wistfully before she gave Ravus a quick peck on the lips before she had him really show her around.

“Holy shit!” Selena exclaimed when she saw the wine cellar.

“Yeah, this wine cellar alone is worth as much as the actual house I think.” Ravus speculated.

“It’s all dry isn’t it?” Selena asked in disappointment.

“Actually, no,” Ravus began as he hunted through the cellar. “Yes! This Darling, is ice wine. And it is exceptionally sweet.” Ravus said as he handed her a little mini bottle.

“Should we chill this first?” Selena asked as she looked it over.

“Yes, yes we should.” Ravus nodded as he used a special wine bottle carrier box to put in a half dozen bottles in, going through the rows picking out different ones before filling the box full and putting it down before getting another before he turned the corner and it was like it kept expanding, Ravus going through the bottles like anyone would go through a library to look at books.

“Does it ever end? I could get lost in here.” Selena teased as Ravus grinned but kept his eyes moving through all the labels.

“You could.” Ravus answered but only half teasing himself before his phone went off.

“Yeah?” Ravus answered.

“Where are you?” Luna asked.

“In the wine cellar?” Ravus answered.

“Where at in the wine cellar?” Luna asked.

“I’m at the Rieslings, just about to head into the Moscatos. I already handed Darling some ice wines.” Ravus answered.

“Ooh, could you get me my favorite please?” Luna requested.

“Sure, what does Jock Strap want?” Ravus asked.

“Oh he’s found the bar, he’s good.” Luna snorted a laugh.

“Well then get me my favorite.” Ravus insisted.

“Already gotten.” Luna reassured him.

“Thanks, when you guys figure out what to get for dinner call me back.” Ravus urged his sister.

“Yup.” Luna nodded.

“That’s really kind of sad that the house is so big, you have to call each other on your phones to talk to each other.” Selena teased as she leaned up against a brick wall and gave him a giddy smile.

“Oh trust me, once we start our family, you’ll be happy it’s as big as it is, in fact I think you’ll love it down here because it’ll be the one part of the house where the kids won’t be allowed to play and you’ll have some nice ‘quiet mommy time’.” Ravus gently teased her with a look that had Selena wishing she could speed up time just to get to that and she just couldn’t help but pull him away from the wines to pull him flush with her to kiss him deeply.

“Can’t wait.” Selena purred when they broke for air and Ravus put the box down but only to allow him to pin her to the brick wall behind her before he picked her up so that her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he slipped her panties to the side since she was wearing a sundress as he unzipped his shorts and quickly entered her and moaned with her.

“I can, it’ll be worth the wait. I promise.” Ravus beamed at her.

“Aww,” Selena fawned.

Meanwhile Hazel and Titus were about to get ready to go to the store when Hazel checked her phone for the time before the screen went haywire for a moment as Titus’ phone did the same before both her phone and Titus’ phone turned themselves off and wouldn’t turn back on and Hazel inhaled sharply as her eyes went wide with terror because she knew what was going to happen next.

“Titus, you either need to get to the car right now or you need to get into my bathroom and don’t come out unless I come in and get you.” Hazel immediately ordered and Titus blinked in surprise when he saw how terrified she suddenly looked.

“What are you talking about?” Titus asked.

“No time to explain, here.” Hazel decided for him before she seemed to pull a gun out from under her breakfast bar and put it into his hand and shoved him into the bathroom.

“Sit right here, don’t move, don’t make a sound and shoot anyone but me who tries to come in.” Hazel ordered, keeping her voice whisper quiet but the hiss to her voice put him on edge before Hazel quickly locked the bathroom and quickly ran to her door and pulled out another hand gun and watched through the keyhole as Charlotte and two body guards came walking purposefully down the hallway, each body guard taking up an end to the hall to leave Charlotte to approach Hazel’s door alone before she knocked her special knock.

“Please tell me you’ve come to say goodbye.” Hazel told her sister in Mandarin when she opened the door for her sister, her gun visible at her side as Charlotte came strutting into Hazel’s apartment as Hazel shut the door behind her as she warily watched her sister.

“I came with a warning.” Charlotte began and Hazel’s stomach dropped. “You should go out to dinner tonight.” Charlotte suggested.

“Where and with who?” Hazel’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“It doesn’t matter where but I think you’ll know with who.” Charlotte grinned as she laid a manila envelope on the counter.

“What part of ‘I never want to be involved’ is hard to understand?” Hazel bit out.

“It’s Heaven’s wish, either serve the warning or you can try to Witchhazel.” Charlotte returned coolly and Hazel’s jaw clenched. “Your choice.” Charlotte shrugged before she stood in front of Hazel with a challenging smirk before hugging her sister before Hazel begrudgingly returned it.

“Why can’t you both go back to Hong Kong? At least you’d be safer there.” Hazel asked as she hugged her sister tighter, always feeling like she was seeing her sister for the last time when her sister came to her like this.

“Soon.” Charlotte answered and Hazel knew that was the closest to a straight answer she could ever get from Charlotte.

“Ok.” Hazel whispered.

“Now tell Titus hi for me and to keep his nose out of our business.” Charlotte offered in English as she let go of her sister and left, snapping her fingers once she was in the hallway before both henchmen were back at her side as she left the building as Hazel blew out a shaky breath as her cheeks burned as she put the gun back into it’s hiding spot and went over to the manila envelope and opened it to find a tiny flash drive and found 50 thousand dollars with it. Hazel just huffed and shook her head. She took the money out and when she did, she found ‘Warhorn Lion’ written on a piece of yellow paper that almost looked and felt like tissue paper but was in fact a recreation of the paper used by Chinese Emperors to write edicts and orders on- on the inside of the envelope in Mandarin calligraphy and Hazel just closed her eyes and fought not to cry.

“Shit.” Hazel hissed as she got gloves on and took it out and folded it carefully, damning her hands for shaking. At least it wasn’t Titus’ name. She put the paper and the flash drive into a new envelope and into her purse before she put the money into her lock box and once she was done she took her gloves off and threw them away before she knocked on the door to the bathroom off her bedroom where she had put Titus.

“It’s safe now Baby.” Hazel called out softly as she unlocked the door and opened it to find Titus still sitting in the same spot she left him in.

“What the fuck is going on?” Titus demanded as he stood up and stared at her incredulously.

“If I answered that, I’d have to kill you myself.” Hazel answered defeated-ly as she took her gun back to put it away.

“What kind of convoluted clandestine bullshit is that?!” Titus spat angrily as he followed her and took note of where it had come from in the first place, having sat right there before and not having the smallest clue it had been there the whole time.

“The kind of convoluted clandestine bullshit that will get you killed, moreover it’s the kind of convoluted clandestine bullshit that puts car bombs under cars and straps C4 to someone’s chest and tells them to walk into hospitals and schools with the power to bring anyone to their knees before it lops off their heads, that kind. The kind that already knows your name, where you work, your routines, the truck you drive and where you are at all times. The kind that’s kept a tail on me since I went to college, the kind that has already buried the last nosy boyfriend. So do yourself a favor if you want to live and let it go and never, ever breathe a word of this ever again. This is your one warning. The next time you bring this up, that sniper on that roof right over there will shoot you and I’ll have to change the carpet again because blood doesn’t come out from white carpet well.” Hazel snarled as she pointed her finger into his chest, the tip digging into his flesh hard every time she said the word ‘you’ as tears flowed freely from her eyes as her expression was a pleading one as Titus just stared in shock at her as he finally really sensed what kind of predicament and danger she must be in and all he wanted to do was make her feel safe again, he didn’t care if he had to set the world on fire to do it either. He knew Hazel was smart, brilliant even and as badass as the day was long but if his Hazel was this scared, she would only have every justification to be so.

“Ok.” Titus answered softly as finally nodded as he brought her in and hugged her tight and kissed the crown of her head.

“Obviously you don’t have a choice in this. If this is the way it has to be then it’s the way it has to be.” Titus offered as Hazel just broke down crying and bawled into his chest and when she was done, she pulled herself back together and kissed him so deeply it started their own familiar chain of events and once satisfied, they left and went about their day, Titus doing his best to act like nothing was wrong and that nothing had happened out of the usual.

“Hey you wanna meet up with Cor and Ada for dinner?” Hazel asked innocently as they were putting their groceries away.

“Yeah sure.” Titus nodded and texted Cor.

“Where to?” Titus asked Hazel.

“I don’t care, whatever they want is fine.” Hazel waived off. “Actually I could go for some rice noodles though, maybe Chinese? Japanese? Vietnamese? Thai? Something like that.” Hazel waived off.

“The Mandarin?” Titus suggested, knowing that was her favorite Chinese restaurant, it was a bit upscale but very authentic and the whole menu was in Mandarin and English and he loved the way Hazel could order for them in nothing but Mandarin and get things that weren’t even on the menu.

“Perfect.” Hazel beamed and once at the restaurant, Cor was exceptionally happy and even giddy because he had gotten a break in the Gilgamesh case that day and Hazel was grateful that she wasn’t sitting right next to him but feared for Ada, knowing that Ada was in grave danger but was powerless to say anything to her directly. Hazel excused herself from the table and took her server aside as she went to the bathroom and gave her a hundred dollar bill if she put the envelope into Cor’s bill. Hazel having taken the envelope out with a tissue and put it into a folded napkin to hand to the server who thought it was some kind of practical joke before the owner, who had been watching over them, took the envelope and looked inside before their eyes went wide for a moment and made a quick phone call before they nodded and got a red envelope and wrote something out with a calligraphy pen and comped not just Cor and Ada’s meal but Titus and Hazel’s too.

“Mr. Leonis, could you please come with me?” The owner asked Cor as he came and pointed to the bill as if the card had gotten declined.

“Oh, that shouldn’t of...” Cor said as he got up and got his wallet out as he followed the owner to the cash register.

“Oh no, your card wasn’t declined, no your meal was taken care of already but I didn’t want to disturb your party by handing you this.” The owner said as he handed Leonis a red cash envelope typically given to newly weds at their wedding.

“What does this say?” Cor asked as he pointed to the writing on the envelope.

“It says ‘compliments of Emperor Gilgamesh’.” The owner answered.

“Fuck.” Cor breathed. “Is he here? Like right now?” Cor asked the owner.

“Of course not. Even if he was, you could not do anything Marshal.” The owner pointed out with a smug grin.

“I could have you arrested for aiding and abetting.” Cor threatened.

“Perhaps you should look at the flash drive first before you make any foolish threats.” The owner suggested sagely as Cor narrowed his eyes and got the flash drive and put it into his phone before picture after picture of Ada and Ada and himself came up on the screen before a new message came into his phone with a picture of himself, Ada and Titus in the cross-hairs from a scope while they were still there at the restaurant and Cor looked up and searched the room, trying to find the threats and the vantage points these pictures were taken from.

“It really would be quite rude to answer generosity with disrespect. Perhaps you should go home now.” The owner suggested. “And please do not think that my restaurant is unique in that his Majesty has reign here. There is no where any of you could ever go that he would not come for you.” The owner warned. “And if I may let you in on a secret. His Majesty is being lenient with you and has written your name in black. This is your warning that you have come too close. If you come any closer, he will write your name in white. White is the color of death in our culture. And it will be as if he would have written your death warrant.” The owner added and Cor gulped.

“Understood.” Cor nodded before he went back to the table and tried to casually get them all out of there as the owner came and thanked them for coming and invited them back as he handed Hazel a to go container of her favorite dumplings- raw so she could steam them herself when she got home and once back in Titus’ truck Hazel found a thick black card with what Gilgamesh liked to referred to her as written in gold ink along with a quick message of thanks.

“What does that say?” Titus asked as he noticed it.

“It says ‘thank you’ and my name.” Hazel answered honestly.

“I’ve never gotten a thank you for getting takeout from here.” Titus frowned.

“Well you’re not on first name basis and friends with the family.” Hazel tried to reason with a lop sided grin as Titus nodded in understanding.

“So that’s why our meal was free?” Titus asked.

“Yup.” Hazel nodded.

“So...I’m thinking we should take up a new hobby together.” Titus began.

“Which is?” Hazel asked curiously.

“Shooting. I’m already into hunting, I need to be a better shooter though.” Titus realized as he squeezed her hand a little tighter and gave her a gentle yet reassuring look and watched as Hazel’s grin grew into a full blown smile.

“That would be...amazing.” Hazel praised as she squeezed his hand back tightly and just fell in love with him a little more. Because usually right about now any guy would be running for the hills but instead, Titus was making plans to stay and try to help her.

“Wanna stay at my house tonight?” Titus asked.

“Hell yeah.” Hazel nodded as Titus then turned to head to his house since Hazel already had enough of her things to stay there for a few months straight already.

Once back at his house, Titus put her dumplings in the fridge before he turned to face her, wanting to tell her a thousand different things all at once as he had thought about her predicament all day.

“So, if I wanted my house as secure and defend-able as possible, how would I go about that?” Titus asked her before she grabbed the shopping list pad off of his fridge and a pen and handed them to him.

“Take notes.” Hazel grinned as Titus returned her grin and took them before Hazel began to go through the whole house and tell him exactly how to accomplish that and insisted that she pay for it all because it would be getting quite costly but it was investment in Titus’ well being and would help her sleep easier at night.

#Magic and Miracles and BEYOND #Magic and Miracles and Beyond Chapter 4

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ifihadanickel · 5 years

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Writing Prompt: Start your story with a sentence that is genuinely happy and upbeat. End your story with the same sentence, this time it's dark and chilling.

I found this prompt somewhere awhile ago and I just got around to finishing what I started, so I hope you enjoy!

At this moment, this exact moment, I am feeling things I've never felt before. Opening my apartment door, there stands my dog Daisy wagging her tail so ferociously that she knocks over nearly everything in sight.

"Katie? Is that you?" he says from the kitchen. And just like that, I fall in love all over again.

I run from the door into the kitchen and his face brightens as he sees me. I throw my arms around him and he tilts my head up to press a kiss to my lips. Daisy happily barks while we stand embracing each other and I feel as though this is where I belong.

It has been a tough few years since the accident and I never thought I could be this happy. It's still a little awkward to run with the prosthetic, but for the most part it feels almost normal and I have Will to thank for that.

I was in a dark place after the amputation and had resigned myself to being alone, in a wheelchair for the rest of my life. The nurses kept going on about how I should really "just give physical therapy a shot". I was growing annoyed and decided to go to prove to them that I was beyond help.

When I wheeled into the room, I saw a man with kind eyes and a warm smile and I knew that he was the one. I didn't want to make it too obvious that I liked him, so I played it off and like a fool said that physical therapy was going to be a piece of cake.

"A piece of cake, huh?" Will said, a smile forming on his face.

"Absolutely. I'm gonna cruise through this so that I can get out of this place."

At this he blurted out a laugh. "Don't like it here, I take it?"

I didn't realize I had rolled my eyes at him until I saw a roguish grin looking back at me.

"I bet you'll like it here once I'm through with you," he said as he glanced at me sidelong.

And thus began the "piece of cake".

Being that I had just lost part of my body, doing simple tasks was extremely difficult and performing complicated movements was nothing short of daunting. It took me several months to start walking again, and even longer to be confident about it.

Will was the rock in my ocean of pain. He helped me find the right prosthetic, helped me understand and cope with the eerie feelings of my phantom limb, and he held my hand as I navigated the deep scars the accident left on my soul.

As the end of my physical therapy sessions was drawing to a close, I made up any excuse to stay a little longer just so I could be with him. He must've known I enjoyed talking to him because he would call me everyday to make sure I was doing my exercises and to chat about my day.

I had been dreading the last session for weeks, and the day had finally arrived. We went over my long term goals and regimens to keep my leg working properly. As I headed to the door to leave, he said my name. I turned around and saw him with a sad sort of look on his face and said "Thank you for making this a piece of cake."

He turned, and I just couldn't help myself. The words burst from my mouth before I could even think about what I was doing, "Do you wanna go get coffee sometime?" I saw him exhale and he turned to me with a smile that was absolutely beaming and said "I thought you'd never ask."

I savored every moment we spent together and I felt like I would never get enough of him. He was fascinating, and generous, and gentle. He asked me to move in with him and I was never so sure of a decision in my life.

In an instant, I woke up only to find that I was being wheeled down a hallway on a stretcher.

"Katie?" one of them asked. "Can you hear me? We're bringing you to surgery. Your legs were badly damaged in the accident and they might need to be amputated. We don't know yet about the others in the car, but we'll let you know once we find out more." I could do nothing but let them bring me to surgery as I pieced together what had just happened.

I opened my eyes to find my sister asleep in the chair next to my bed. I tried to sit up, but I felt wrong. "Laura," I said, panic entering my voice. She awoke and came over to me, her eyes red and swollen.

"Katie, I'm so sorry," she whispered and tears slid down her face.

“What. What's going on?”

“Katie, there was a car accident. You and Will and Daisy were driving when a car hit you and you went into the ditch.” Laura's voice strained and she let out a sob. “They told me your legs were so bad. They wanted me to give the okay to amputate them, and I didn't know what to do. I'm so sorry.”

I became very still and looked down to see where my toes should be under the blankets. There was nothing. I felt numb. This couldn't be real. “What about Will and Daisy, can I visit them, I need to see them.”

Laura's head was in her hands and she didn't look up when she said “Will and Daisy died, Katie.”

Overwhelming horror swept over me. “Laura, they can't be. I just saw them.”

“You were in the car for a long time before the paramedics got there. You were unconscious when they pulled you out. And Will and Daisy,” she trailed off.

“Will and Daisy, what Laura!”

“They were dead when the paramedics got there. Will and Daisy's side of the car was the one that was hit. Even with the car seat, Daisy still didn't make it.”

“No.” I said.

“Katie.”

“NO!”

“Katie, please.”

“NO. Get out!” I started screaming and trying to get out of my bed. “I need to see them!”

Laura stood up and ran into the hallway, “I need a nurse!”

2 women came rushing into my room and were trying to get me to calm down. “No! Let me go! I need to see them!”

They looked at each other and one injected my IV line with something. It took but seconds for me to feel what they had given me. I started to fade. Laura kept saying “I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry” through her tears.

At this moment, this exact moment, I am feeling things I've never felt before.

#writing prompt #same sentence #alien free friday

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yeolaltair · 6 years

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Breathless [IV]

Genre: Angst [M]

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Length: 4.7k words

part i / part ii / part iii

Stars pooled in the puddles left by my feet as I felt Baekhyun's leave mine gently. The oxygen that immediately entered, only felt like fuel being added to a fire, making my body combust into sparks. I didn't think I was breathing, thinking even, as I felt all eyes on me and Baekhyun. And as if he too knew everyone was staring, a huge smirk emerged on his face as he moved his hair away that were once almost covering his eyes. His eyebrows rose as his arm embraced my waist, pulling me into his side. The smirk he had on his face was as if he had captured every star in the universe and was now showing off his collection of them, with pride and satisfaction. Baekhyun looked at our circle of friends, his smirk now curling into a grin.

I could sense the disbelief and awe among our friend as I stared at their blank and dazed faces. Silence stood in between them and they all were frozen, mouths agape. Blood quickly rushed to my cheeks under their gaze, and I struggled to free myself from Baekhyun's tight grip. But my weak arms and body that was still in a catatonic state were nothing compared to his strength.

Chanyeol was the one to first break the silence.

" What is going on?" I could hear his need to have his questions answered, his tone and facial expression saying it all. His eyebrows were furrowed, showing the faint frown line on his forehead that he once denied, whereas his hands were flaying out as if to figure out what exactly was the scene before him. I too didn't know.

Baekhyun buried a hand in his pocket as he cleared his throat. "Initially, we wanted to keep our little secret private, just between the both of us, but,"

Baekhyun turned to look at me, his eyes feigning the emotion of love in them. He looked at me as if I was the one who had put the stars up in the sky, and aligned them to the various constellations there were. But i knew better.

" the both of us have been together for the past few months and now, we think its only right that all of you know about it too."

The words that spilled out of his mouth were poison-like, toxic, and brought as much harm as a bottle of acid did to me. My hands curled into fists, knuckles turning to white, just as he flashed me a small smile that was solely meant for me. I knew what that smile said. Knew what message it kept hidden inside for it was the exact same smile I had given him the night I had declared war. It was a smile of mockery, a promise of vengeance, and a message written clear and loud ; I was now his hostage in our game of two.

The strong scent of fresh linen sheets diffused throughout the room, and light rays from the morning sunrise peeked through my cream curtains as I stuffed piles of notes right into my bag. My eyes were tired, dark circles ringing them, and my body felt as if it had been dragged through hell and back. I was barely surviving on three hours of sleep, and the day had only just begun.

The curtains made a small whirring noise as I drew them open, allowing the strong rays of sunlight to flood my room. My room basked in the light, but it also revealed the cluttered mess that littered all around. It looked as if someone had deliberately tried to rob me, had gone through all of my stuff and strewn them onto the floor, before they made their way out empty handed. Piles of paper and books were scattered on my desk, a few cups of leftover tea and coffee laying here and there,as I made my way to the door. I was careful as I tip-toed through the scattered mess of foreign objects on my wooden floor.

I was cloaked in a black pea coat thrown over a white turtle neck, as i slipped my soft comfortable socks into my pair of black boots that patiently waited by the side of the door. I struggled balancing between the heavy tote bag that was draped on my shoulder and the pile of books in my arm, as I wiggled my feet in, stomping slightly so as to be able to wear my boots. Once I was sure I was stable in my boots, not about to fall to the side and sprain my ankle once again, I unlocked my door, only to be greeted with a rather pleasing sight before me. I heavily sighed out of frustration just as my eyes met his.

" Well, you certainly look cheerful today."

The grin plastered on Baekhyun's face as he stood against the wall, arms crossed, was definitely enough for me to slam the door close and decide that never coming out of my room was a good idea. A great one in fact. Nonetheless, as much as I would have loved to, the thought of another mountain of work approaching me made me think twice about that decision.

Baekhyun leaned against the pale peeling wall, clad in a brown sweater with a red coat over it in jeans, as a black backpack was thrown over his shoulder. His hair that was once ash grey was now a soft blonde color, like the faint yellow in the sky just as the sun begins to descend below the horizon. It looked soft, tousled, and clean as if he had blown dried it and combed his fingers through right before he made his way here. His smooth cheeks were a faint rosy red, blood heated probably from the cold, and his cherry pink lips were curled into a grin. He had an eyebrow raised as he watched me, anticipating a reply.

" Fuck off Baekhyun. Why are you even here anyways," I moved past him, not sparing him a glance as I moved hastily down the hallway. The sound of my boots trudging to where the staircase, along with the soft trailing of footsteps behind me was the only indication that he was right behind.

Baekhyun followed me down the steps, hands hidden in the pockets at his side as he shrugged his shoulders in response. He had no trouble catching up with my fast pace. But that too, was not a surprise. " Isn't that what sweet, caring boyfriends do? Walk their girlfriends from their dorm to the campus, before giving them a farewell kiss?"

"Firstly, if anything, you are nothing like those typical boyfriends," I pushed open the glass door, letting go of it almost instantly in hopes that it would somehow slam into his face. Unfortunately, he ducked to the side and avoided it swiftly. " And secondly, you're insufferable if you think that i'm allowing you to bid me a kiss goodbye."

His lips quirked upwards as he moved his fingers through his hair. I could hear the mockery and humor laced in his words as he responded, " You can't blame a guy for hoping. And besides, isn't that what girls usually want their boyfriends to do when they're in relationships? "

Baekhyun remained by my side as I drifted across campus, not even stopping for a cup of coffee just so that I could quickly rid of the boy's presence beside me. I was desperate to get to class, if it meant not having him irritate and piss me off.

The sky was a clear blue sapphire, and the fresh morning air would have been pleasurable, had my morning not been ruined first thing in the day. Students were loitering around the area, books in their hand as they gathered in their groups, chirping and buzzing about the news they shared amongst themselves. There were some students too who sat alone, lost in the music that they blasted through their earphones, as they waited for classes to began. And then, there were those who sat under a tree, hoods up, already captured in the arms of sleep. I couldn't relate more to them.

But the thing that got under my skin the most, was the feeling of multiple girls watching my every move and step, mainly because of the presence beside me. I could visualize them savoring the sight before their eyes, gobbling down his appearance with greed, as they stopped to stare.

" I'm not like most girls." I gritted, lips pursing into a thin line as I furrowed my eyebrows. A strong gust of wind blew in our direction, and I shivered at the sensation. This did not go un-noticed by him.

A few girls who watched us began giggling shyly, their cheeks turning pink, as he waved in their direction. He flashed them a killer smile, one that usually had girls falling to their knees, before he focused all his attention on me. His hand that was once hidden in his pocket draped around my shoulder.

His smile still remained on his face though his voice lowered to a deep whisper just so I was the only one who could hear him.

" You speak to me, my love, as if you treat me like some sort of pathetic fool. Do you think I would even be by your side right now, had I not known," He muttered, the smile he wore not reaching his eyes. I could hear the venom in voice, the venom of a snake, and it only made my blood boil.

I paused in my tracks, coming to an abrupt halt, before I whirled around so that I was staring face to face with him. His arm that was once draped around my shoulder fell to the side. My eyes glared at him as I sneered, arms crossing over my chest. His eyes focused on mine as I stared up at him, revealing the vexation hidden in there.

" Why don't you just kindly fuck off, and leave me the fuck alone, Baekhyun? That's a rather nice suggestion, dont you think?" My voice was low, menacing, as I flashed one of the many sweet smiles I had to him. My red lips were curled, but my fists that were clenched tightly told another story.

Baekhyun merely lowered his head down, bringing his face close to mine as he tsk-ed at me. His warm hand drifted to my chin as he gently held me in place. His thumb caressed my soft skin, rubbing it gently.

" My love, you seem to be forgetting that it was you who started this game between us and i'll admit, I'll be thoroughly disappointed if you do turn out to be sore quitter after all. " His hand drifted down my neck, reaching to where his silver necklace now lay against my neck. The silver was cool against my skin, but under his touch, it burned. He tugged on the initial gently, digging the chain into my skin.

" Besides, where's the fun in winning if its just a one sided game? I believe you know this as well as I do, considering your experience."

His words taunted me, mocked me, and I hated how easily he got under my skin. It was as if he had a map and guideline on how exactly to piss me off, and he did not hold back pushing my buttons. I was seeing red, could feel that familiar wrath in me flowing through my veins, and I wanted nothing more than to crush him into a tiny million pieces. My breathing was uneven, my chest rising up and down more quicker than usual, as I glared at him.

" You can rot in hell, Baekhyun," I snarled, teeth clenching down on my jaw as he removed his fingers from the necklace that I wore. He merely chuckled softly, his lips lifting into a small smile, as he stared right back at me though his eyes seem to darken.

" I already am."

He lowered his head slightly, till finally his soft lips met the top of my head. His lips lingered for longer than a second, planting a kiss, though it felt like a touch of poison to me. I could hear the small sighs of girls close by, perhaps gushing in awe over how sweet Baekhyun's actions were, wishing that they were in my position, being the one to receive his love. Little do they know the truth behind it.

Baekhyun pulled away and merely winked at me, before he turned around, heading north of the campus.

" I'll see you around, baby"

ii. Baekhyun

Baekhyun honestly didn't know what he was doing. He leaned against the side of the car as he waited for her outside the library, knowing very well she came here everyday and spent at least a few hours there mugging. He could have been anywhere else, perhaps at another ridiculous party Sehun was throwing for the fifth time this week, but instead there he was, outside of the University library. A part of himself was suspicious, inquisitive as to why he was doing this but frankly he didn't know too. For the past week, his feelings were everywhere, driving him into a tailspin as he tried to pierce them all together, but it was like a puzzle that had thousands of pieces laid before him. He didn't know where to start, didn't know which piece to place first. He was confused, and it was the first time he had been in a long while.

Baekhyun raised his feet up and down as he waited impatiently beside his car, his hands buried deep in his pockets from the merciless cold. His cheeks were flushed red from the weather, his lips smeared with the remnants of strawberry chap stick to save them from getting chapped, as he stood there, waiting. He had been waiting close to an hour now, standing out in the cold just to see her again, and truthfully, he was growing rather irritated by how long she was taking. Yet, he knew couldn't blame her for it because in the first place, she hadn't even asked him to be here. It was Baekhyun's own decision to wait for her out in the cold, a decision he had made rashly based on his own complicated thoughts. He had yanked his hair out of frustration, made multiple trips back and forth his front door as to whether or not he should go for it, and in the end, he gave up. He merely shoved his feet into his warm leather boots before dashing out the door.

Baekhyun's eyes followed the passer-bys that walked by the sidewalk, from the groups of freshmen who waved excitedly at him upon realizing his presence, to the old granny who still walked her dog out in the cold. He noted their attire, their expression, and all he could think of was what exactly was going on in their minds. He wondered if behind the faces they wore there was something darker underneath, where their demons lurked and their nightmares brew. Baekhyun watched another group of college students who he reckoned was a year younger than him trudge down the sidewalk, and his eyes observed the girl who appeared to be the brightest amongst them all. She seemed like an outburst of happiness, radiating her cheerfulness like waves in the ocean, a girl that perhaps all girls aspired to be. However, Baekhyun pondered if once, did her friends ever realize the shadows that hid behind her face, how her smile did not reach her eyes or how her eyes were puffy from crying all night.

It was a bad habit of his, to watch people and let his thoughts wander and dabble into other people's business, but he just couldn't help himself. He realized the minor details that usually go unnoticed by many, and he analyzed them, always thinking, always calculating. And because of that, the details of you during the past week too did not go unnoticed. In fact, he indulged in them, thought about them frequently, till once he had lost all of his attention to the old boring professor in psychology class. He still remembered how his cheeks burned with humiliation upon being called out and not being able to answer the question, out of all days.

It was a guilty pleasure, one that he wished he would stop doing but just couldn't.

He enjoyed teasing you, enjoyed getting under your skin with his many tactics and ways of irritating you just to get a reaction. He enjoyed the way you seemed to roll your eyes and scowl at the sight of him, and enjoyed the way he got to annoy you by constantly reminding you that you were his. However, that was merely the tip of the iceberg, the very surface of many secrets hidden underneath.

He loved the way you always came into class with your hair down, dressed in simple colors that seemed to work miracles on you, and how you always sat at the front just so you could pay attention in lectures. He loved it whenever you would twirl your pen when faced with a challenging question, or how you would start biting your lips without realizing when engrossed in a lecture. He enjoyed watching you chat chirpily with your friends who sat by your side, how you smiled so brightly while laughing at a lame pun they had said. He noted how you always drank a medium sized cup of English Breakfast tea right before the first lesson of your day and how you would tie your hair up into a bun when it became too annoying to handle. The past week had been a confusing yet fascinating ride to him for he never expected his original feelings of lust to turn into whatever it was now. He didn't know what they were and he didn't wish to know anytime soon.

Baekhyun snapped out of his trace of thoughts, out of his own bubble that he was caught up in, upon realizing the opening of the heavy glass door of the library. He felt his lips twitch, felt his fingertips began to tingle, as you came into view, looking rather tired and flustered. He watched as you carefully made your way out of the library and down the concrete steps, not realizing his presence. You balanced the thick textbooks resting on your arm with the flask you seemed to carry everywhere with you, eyes glued to the steps beneath so as to ensure you don't fall. You slowed your footsteps when your eyes flicked up for a brief moment, noting Baekhyun standing there, watching you.

Baekhyun's lips turned into a grin as he met your gaze, eyebrows raising as his eyes met yours. He anticipated the usual string of filthy words leaving your mouth, ones that he grew very used to thanks to many of his random meetings with you. But they did not come. Instead, you merely looked at him with tired hooded eyes, face blank and pained with exhaustion. A tinge of concern grew within him as he pushed himself away from his car, approaching you.

" Aren't you going to greet me cheerfully like how you always do when you see your handsome, beloved boyfriend?" Baekhyun questioned, the grin still plastered on his face though this time, they didn't reach his eyes. He tried to cover his worry, tried to cover his concern and he prayed he wasn't doing a shit job at it.

You merely looked at him with soul-less eyes, body thin and weak as if you have not been eating for days. You didn't even flash him a glare, one that he had grown used to, before continuing to move down the steps. It was as if the burning fire in you had been extinguished, had burned down to barely illuminating embers, as he watched you, unresponsive. His heart ached in worry.

Baekhyun watched as you made your way down, legs shaking once you reached the last final step. Closer, he could see the dark circles ringing your eyes, your lips chapped and dry, your face hollow and lacking the usual chubbiness there was. You looked like a lost soul in the sea of the world, one that was lifeless and no longer burning like the stars in the night sky. It was as if you were the core of a died star, one that had grown dark and quiet, after its colorful vibrant shock waves had left it.

Baekhyun intercepted your path, blocking you from continuing to walk, as he looked down at you. His eyes were drifting left to right, his thoughts starting to grow into a bundled mess, as he spoke, his voice low.

"No 'You can rot in hell, Baekhyun' or my favorite 'Kindly go fuck yourself' tonight? " Baekhyun teased, his voice faking the cheerfulness. His throat was tight, feeling as if it was being shackled, as he poked and teased you with his way of words though now, he did it for a different reason. He waited for a reaction, anything that showed him signs of life in you, but nothing. Nothing at all.

You merely stood there silent, hands tightening around the books you carried, fingers trembling. You didn't even look up to meet his stare, didn't see how his eyes were filled with desperation.

" Goodnight Baekhyun," You whispered under your breath, your voice that seemed so timid and soft nearly breaking. You took a step to the side, dismissing him, before you continued your way back to your dorm. You looked as if you had been swallowed up by your demons, looked as if the nightmares in your head had kept you up late at night, but most importantly, you looked nothing like your usual self. And that was what scared Baekhyun the most.

Baekhyun was rooted to the ground in disbelief as he watched you walk away, your small figure seeming as if you were being hidden under your too large of a jacket. His mouth was agape, face flushed with awe as he observed you make your way down the dark dimly lit pathway, the tall lamp posts that were decorating the sides of the road casting an orange glow. His fists that were by his side were clenched tightly, fingernails digging into his palm, as he opened and closed his mouth thinking of words to say.

He shouted down the road, loud enough for you to hear from afar. " Seriously, ' Goodnight Baekhyun'? Is that all you've got after a week of cursing at me words far worse than the depth of hell itself?"

But not once did you stop walking, not once did you turn around to look at him. It was as if his words had fell on deaf ears, had disappeared along with the wind that blew from the East.

Baekhyun was furious. He was mad at himself, mad at you, mad at the entire world itself. He felt hopeless for once, felt like his hands were tied behind his back and there was nothing he could do to save you from the crashing waves which were swallowing you whole. A thousand emotions and words were going through his mind, too many for his brain to process all at once. He was desperate to help you, desperate to at least get a reaction out of you to show him that at least you were alive deep inside, but nothing. Baekhyun for once felt helpless, and he hated it. He hated it so much.

His chest rose up and down at a faster rate, his breathing becoming more uneven as his feet stayed rooted there, watching your figure began to grow further and further away. Baekhyun's eyes flickered back and forth, his tongue darting out to wet his now dry lips, as his mind thought of countless ways. His hands were shaking, fingers trembling with anxiety and frustration, as he braced his arms on his waist feeling the weight of a thousand bricks on his shoulders. He ran a hand through his soft blonde hair, tugging and yanking at his roots out of exasperation. He felt like shouting at the skies, screaming and begging at the heavens to at least lend him a helping hand, but all he was met with, was the sight of the stars in the night sky staring quietly back at him.

And it was at that point that he decided nothing else mattered to him anymore. Not his feelings, not his emotions, not his thoughts, but just you. You and you only.

Baekhyun could hear the loud beating of his heart in his ears, the sound of blood rushing through his vessels and veins as he ran after you, after your figure that had now become a speck of dot in the distance. He wasn't sure if he was breathing, wasn't sure if he was even thinking senses as his legs sped up, building speed. His hands were clammy, numb with apprehension, as he felt the wind blowing against his face chasing after you. He was unsure of what he was doing frankly, and had allowed his own heart and body to take over the control his mind used to have. All he was simply doing was following what his heart was yelling at him to do, shouts and words that had not emerged from that dark abandoned place for a long time.

Baekhyun grasped your arm tightly, spinning you around once you were within his reach. He was breathing heavily, sweat beading his forehead, as his eyes frantically met yours that were now wide as saucers. With both arms placed on your shoulders, he shook you hard, eyes wild with worry and concern.

" Speak to me goddamn it. Shout at me profanities and vulgarities, I don't fucking care, but stop acting like this. I don't care if you start hitting me with a goddamn wooden spoon but just speak to me. You're worrying me by acting like this, you'd know that?" Baekhyun lost his own grip of the leash fasted around his self control, and out tumbled his words, as he shouted them one by one. He didn't care whether the people around him were judging, didn't care if you were judging him for it.

His breathing slowed as he slowly came back to his senses, his eyes still meeting yours though now, they revealed the desperation in them. He seemed like a lost child in that moment, like a familiar scene repeating itself, as he stood there, waiting. You looked at him, your face still pale from the cold, as you tried to comprehend what was happening right in front of you. You didn't reply, just simply stood there, staring.

Clasping your hands tightly, Baekhyun's voice had became a mere soft whisper as he spoke slowly, fighting back the fear in his heart.

" Just stop acting like this goddamn it. Share with me whatever troubles you're shouldering right now. Let me help you. Just, " He swallowed the lump of fear that had been stuck in his trachea, " just stop scaring me by acting like this, I beg you."

His voice cracked slightly at the end, as he took a deep breath in, to try to slow his heart that was beating too fast. And as if his words had broke you, had torn down the walls you so desperately tried to build to cover yourself, tears began to flow down your cheeks from the flooding in your eyes. A tear rolled down your soft smooth skin, before another did, and soon, tears were raining down from your eyes.

Baekhyun embraced you slowly and gently, letting your head press against his chest as he tried to comfort you from whatever pain that you felt. He was speechless, shocked, but still he held you close. Both you and Baekhyun stayed locked in each other's embrace as both of you stood there in the middle of the path, under the gaze of the orange lamp posts surrounding you. He tried to calm both your aching heart and his, as he kept you close in his arms.

The stars up in the dark night sky too remained quiet as they watched silently from above, two lost souls holding each other, waiting to be found within their own depth of sorrow and despair.

[A/N] I am really sorry for such a late update on Breathless as my school work has been piling up like crazy but thank you so much for supporting Breathless once again and the 140 followers! I really appreciate it !

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“Don’t Go”

Aftermath: Part 1

Pairing: Liam x MC (Collins Alexander)

Synopsis: After the assassination attempt, Collins and Liam are both shaken to their core, and in order to protect Collins, Liam makes a hard choice...

Words: 2167

Part 1 of the Aftermath series ( I, II, III, IV, V, VI)

Blood stains littered my golden dress, each splatter a new reminder of the hell I would never forget. This beautiful gown was meant to symbolize a happy future for Liam and me, but instead, it represented the worst night of my life. I’d lost my shoes somewhere along the way to the safe room, and my tiara slipped off during my screaming match with the bodyguard who kept me from going to the hospital with Drake. My hair, once styled to perfection, had gone limp and messy in the ensuing chaos. I was no longer a beautiful soon-to-be Queen at a ball. I was now a terrified friend on the cusp of losing what she loved.

“I can’t just stay here,” I glared at my security guard. It was my first time ever being mean to palace staff, but I couldn’t help myself. He’d kept me from everything I needed. I needed to be with Drake. He’d saved my life and might never recover. How could I stay in this room like this? And I needed to know what happened to Liam. He seemed perfectly capable, but even if he did survive without a scratch, I knew he was devastated. Assassins breached the security of the palace and went after everyone in the room- including his fiancé and his best friend. He needed me there.

But I was locked in this stupid fucking room.

“It’s protocol,” he raised his jaw, evading eye contact, and my face flushed with anger.

“At least let me have my phone,” I demanded but received no reply, “You pulled me away from everyone! Drake got shot for me, and I don’t even have my phone to see if he is alive! I have no idea where my damn fiancé is, for fuck’s sake.”

Once more, he just tilted his jaw back and avoided looking at me, and I collapsed in the chair.

I felt so much that I couldn’t identify it anymore. I was outraged. I was infuriated. I was terrified. I was shocked. I was depressed. I was everything all at once and just wanted to be free.

I was startled by a knock at the door, and eyeing me to stay quiet, my security guard cautiously followed procedure before opening it to reveal the person I desperately wanted to see.

“Liam,” I gasped, relief flooding my voice as I stood to greet him.

As he stepped into the room, I was startled by his guarded expression. He was so… cold. He looked at me as he looked at so many nobles- dignified yet hiding his innermost emotions. I took a step back, unsure of how to process this. Had something terrible happened? Did he receive word about Drake?

“I’ll give you two a moment,” my guard nodded towards Liam, earning a similar nod from Liam as he left us alone.

When the door safely clicked and told me that we were finally alone together, I let out a sigh of relief and rushed to my fiancé. I fit into his embrace perfectly, burying my face in his chest. Together, we’d survived hell, and I didn’t care if we were both exhausted, traumatized, and wore stained clothes. I just wanted to be with him.

Before I knew it, everything I’d held in for hours poured out of me, “Liam, I was so scared…”

“I know,” he whispered, a hand resting on my back.

“I didn’t know what was happening. I didn’t know if you were okay or if Drake survived. What happened after I left? No one would tell me anything. That bodyguard just pulled me away and keeps citing some stupid protocol,” I shut my eyes tight, savoring his presence.

But it was in his embrace that I first noticed something was wrong. Liam’s grasp was affectionate, holding me close and letting me vent my fears, but it lacked the familiar warmth. He embraced me differently tonight, and I didn’t know what to think.

“Liam,” I tilted my head, staring into his beautiful face as I struggled to interpret his odd behavior, “Is… Is Drake alright?”

His head just slightly moved as his soft voice explained, “The doctors expect a full recovery. He’s spent the last hour in surgery. Albeit narrowly, the bullet missed all vital organs. He’s in stable condition and is expected to wake up tonight.”

My face split into a smile, relief flooding my body. I hugged Liam back tighter, my enthusiasm evident. Usually, now that we were in private, Liam would have been just as excited or would have shared his fears. He would have done something, but tonight… he just stared at me. His posture didn’t relax. His lips didn’t curve into a smile, and he didn’t even hold me anymore. He just watched me with sadness I hadn’t seen before. I stroked his face, knitting my eyebrows in confusion.

“Liam, this is good news,” I laughed softly, stroking his cheek and smiling as his stubble prickled my skin, “What’s wrong?”

Liam sighed, releasing me all together and stepping towards the bookshelf in the corner. His gaze briefly lingered on my dress- or rather the crimson stains on it. Then, he skimmed the titles, his fingers brushing over the spines to dodge my stare. He seemed to be deep in thought with someone that made him uneasy, and from this distance, I could better evaluate him.

In the months since I’d met Liam in New York, I’d learned the subtly in his body language. His impeccable training left him a picture of politeness and virtue, but when you found his ticks, he became an open book. Yet, I couldn’t read him now. I’d never seen him like this, so closed off to me. Even when hiding his father’s ailment and proposing to another woman, we’d been open to one another. He’d been my Liam, and now, I didn’t know who I was looking at.

Cautiously, I stepped closer, leaning against the bookshelf and watching him with concern, “Tell me what’s wrong, Liam.”

He turned away again when I became insistent, but finally, he answered.

“Tonight… they aimed at you.”

A sad smile spread across my lips, and I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around him, pulling him back to me in a hug, “That isn’t your fault, you know.”

Liam ignored me.

“They are the culprits, not you. Please don’t tell me you think it’s your fault,” desperation slipped into my voice.

Liam ignored me again, neither confirming or denying it, and that told me everything I needed to know. He blamed himself. Ever selfless, he probably didn’t even notice the threat to his own life, but he surely noted Drake’s injury and the attempt on my life.

“I promised that your safety would be a priority, and I failed you. Drake took the bullet, and I’m the reason they were shooting at you,” Liam let out a small laugh, full of bitterness as he added, “That night… I didn’t propose to you because I wanted you to be safe, and I selfishly proposed to you anyways. Had I not done so, you would have been safe tonight, and Drake wouldn’t have had to sacrifice himself.”

I tugged on his arm, silently begging him just to look at me. “It isn’t your fault,” I implored him, “There was an attack that had nothing to do with you.”

“It was an attack on the monarchy, and I am the monarch, Collins,” the pain in his voice cut me like a knife, “I’m taking new measures to ensure your security…”

I laughed softly, gently wrapping my hands around his as I leaned my head against his shoulder, “You’re locking me in more rooms with that terrible security guard?”

“I’m calling off the engagement.”

My heart stopped as my world crashed around me. Clutching my chest, I could practically feel the fractures in my heart as I stumbled back in horror. Silence filled the small saferoom, further isolating the two of us. The weight of my engagement ring sat on my finger and encouraged me to doubt. Perhaps I’d heard him wrong.

“You’re what?” I whispered, hollowness spreading through my limbs.

Liam turned back to me, his eyes watering but his jaw resolute, “I’m calling off the engagement, Collins.”

Whatever was holding me together evaporated, and I dropped to the floor, my gown pooling around me as another reminder of the future queen I’d been only a few hours ago. I struggled to catch my breath, teetering on the cusp of a panic attack.

“You can’t be serious,” I stared up at him, “We just got engaged. We’ve been through hell and back to get here, and now you want to call it off? Liam, this is insane. You know that.”

Liam shook his head, his body practically shaking with the pain of what he was saying, “Your safety is paramount, and being with me jeopardizes that.”

Vigorously, I shook my head as I succumbed further to denial, “Tonight was traumatic. Neither of us is in a place to make decisions right now.”

“Collins, I’ve decided,” he was so firm that I felt knocked back down and collapsed further on the floor. I held my breath, praying for this to end. Maybe I’d fallen asleep and was trapped in some awful nightmare. This couldn’t be real. He wouldn’t do this, especially not now.

“You can’t leave me…” my voice was so weak that I hardly recognized it.

I was breaking right in front of him, revealing depths of vulnerability I didn’t even know I had. Pride nipped at my self-conscious, chastising me for my devastation. The old Collins would have screamed at him, not cried at his feet. She would have demanded a better explanation before telling him to go to hell. She would have thrown the ring in his face and hated him for hurting her at such a vulnerable time.

But that Collins had never loved anyone like Liam. She’d never been on the cusp of pure bliss just for it to be ripped away. She was naïve to the pathetic nature of love. She’d never begged because she’d never had anyone worth begging for. She’d stayed strong because there was no one to wake her weak. She’d said no because she didn’t want to say yes. But now, I was so enraptured with him, so purely in love. I couldn’t live without him. I couldn’t let him go. I couldn’t let this happen. I would beg on my knees if I had to. My pride was cast aside and replaced with desperation I would have typically been ashamed of.

“I love you, Collins Alexander,” Liam’s words warmed my shattered heart, “Which is why I have to leave. Drake took a bullet for you tonight, and he’s in love with you. And if you run away with him, you’ll be safe with someone who loves you. I have to give you that.”

I stared into Liam’s eyes, forcing him to face the hurt he caused me, “But I love you, Liam. I got engaged to you. Up until tonight, I was going to spend the rest of my life with you. If I wanted to run away with Drake, why the hell would I have gone through all that I have?”

He gently stroked my cheek, looking at me like it was the last time, “Always know I love you.”

“Then don’t go,” my voice cracked, holding on to his hand with urgency. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I poured myself into every last-stitch effort I could.

He smiled sadly and stood, silently walking to the door, and burning needles prickled at my skin as despair consumed me.

“Please…” I begged, every ounce of desperation evident in my voice, but Liam just stifled his tours and left me all alone.

And just like that, it was over…

Hope remained, urging me not to listen to him. He was scared. We were both scared. This was a fleeting ultimatum, not a true ending. He needed me and loved me just as I did him, but even if it were true, he was the one leaving while I cried on the floor. I just wanted Liam to comet to me, not run away. I listened for the door, wondering if he would come back and beg to come back to me. But he didn’t.

Numbness spread through my body, relieving me of the burning intensity of all I felt. I fell onto my back, staring at the ceiling and waiting for a constellation to form in the crisp white paint. My heart was beating again, but now, it felt useless. It ached so much that I stopped feeling it all together.

I don’t how long this lasted. It could have been seconds or hours. All I know is that, at some point, my bodyguard entered, and after clearing his throat, he announced, “You’ve been cleared to visit Mr. Walker in the hospital. There’s a car waiting.”

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