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I posted 397 times in 2022

That's 397 more posts than 2021!

55 posts created (14%)

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#seriously guys go and check out sparrow’s stories for the invitation(2022)

My Top Posts in 2022:

Nuptials Of Blood, Chapter 6

Kasey

As the last verse or two of the song plays, the manor appears in our view. Holy crap! That's not a manor, that's a mini castle!

"Nadia! What website did you find this on?"

"Technically it was Jeremy that found it."

"Okay, what website did he find it on and how did he find it?"

"Technically, Jeremy didn't find the manor. The manor found him."

"Excuse me? How did the Manor find him?"

"I dunno, but somehow the Manor found him." Oh my God, there is a good chance we may die here. I got to stop watching True Crime. The driver stops the car and helps us get our stuff out. I try to a picture of the license plate when I bumped into someone behind me.

"Oh, sorry Sir!"

"You really need to watch where you're going." Asshole!

"Sorry, didn't even though you were behind me. You don't need to be rude about."

"Ma'am--"

"Renfield, be nicer to our guests." I look over at the people walking towards us. I'm going to assume that's our hosts. I see the dark-haired woman walk towards me. I put my phone in my purse to hold my hand to shake hers.

"Hi, you're Viktoria Deville?"

"Why, yes I am."

"I'm Kassandra Larson. The two that are dancing like lunatics are Shannon Fuller and Nadia Larson, and the girl that needs to get off her phone for ten minutes is Sienna Fuller." We stop shaking hands.

"Ah, Kassandra. The one who's been Mr. Brooding for the past month is my little brother, Walter." I shake his hand. Wow, really strong grip. Grandpa would be proud. Although he has a firm grip, there's something off about him. I mean there's something off about all three of them but, he's making me really wonder if we should just go back home now. He doesn't seem like a bad guy but, there's a reason why the term, Devil in disguise exists. I stop shaking his hand.

"And the Pomeranian is our baby sister, Lucy." I end up getting hugged by her.

"Wow, you give really tight hugs. You would get well with my Uncle Rhett." The woman known as Lucy stops hugging me when she gets pulled off by her siblings. So, Viktoria is the oldest, Mr. Deville's the middle, and Lucy's the baby. Interesting.

"Thank you for understanding when we had to change the reservation three weeks ago."

"Not a problem. I'm sorry about your cousin's situation."

"Thank you, I mean." I kinda look at Nadia while talking to Viktoria.

"She was with him for 2 years and she did really love him. She seems to be getting over him, but it will take a while." I notice Mr. Deville's expression towards Nadia.

Viktoria

"She was with him for 2 years and she did really love him. She seems to be getting over him, but it will take a while." I notice Walter's expression towards Nadia. I also notice that Kassandra seems to be very wary about Walter. As much as I love my brother, I wouldn't blame her. Especially since I can now tell that Mr. "Can't keep it in his pants" is out and Mr. Brooding is gone for now.

"I see. Reinfeld, will you escort our guests to their rooms? So they can unpack before Supper."

"Of course, Madam Deville."

Kasey

"I see. Reinfeld, will you escort our guests to their rooms? So they can unpack before Supper." She have something in common with Grandma.

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Nuptials Of Blood master list

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

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Nuptials of Blood, Chapter 1

Kasey

"Miss. Larson, we liked your manuscript but,the events in your memoir seem all too fictional to be real." Fictional? FICTIONAL! Please, I wish it was all just fiction. My family is as messed up as it is written in my memoir, but whatever, I guess. I toss my original copy of my manuscript onto the front passenger seat of my car. 10th publisher that has rejected my book. I open my glove box and pull out one of my many packs of gum. I open the pack I grabbed and grab a stick of gum. I put the pack back and close the glove box. I unwrap the stick and stick it in my mouth. I begin to chew it furiously. I hear my phone buzz. I grab my purse and dig through it to find my phone. When I find my phone, I see a notification from Instagram. I open it and see it's an instant message from a user called Greek Warrior?

Greek Warrior: Hey Cutie 😘 Ugh. It's from Andrew, my ex.

"We broke up two years ago, Andrew! Move on!" I toss my phone back into my purse and turn the car on. Andrew and I broke up due to personal reasons, mainly because I thought he might have been cheating on me but I can't prove whether or not he was cheating. After we broke up, I started to work on my memoir that I'm having a hard time finding a publisher that’s willing to publish it. I've been on the journey to get this publish for at least over a year now. Took me a year to write it and now it's taken me a year so far to get it publish. I pull out of the parking spot and out of the parking lot. I hear my phone buzz a lot but, can't look at my phone right now, I'm driving. While driving home, I see a billboard for an upcoming rom-com. Another cheesy romance movie...Maybe I've been single for too long. Haven't really dated anyone since Andrew. Maybe I can find a date for Nadia's wedding? How am I going to find a date in three weeks?

After a few red lights, I finally pull into the parking lot of the apartment that I currently share with Shannon and Sienna. I moved out of my parents house when I was 22 after I graduated college with my English degree. That was 4 years ago which means that I'm currently 26. I had originally bought the apartment for myself but, a year into me living there, Shannon and Nadia moved in with me much to my Aunt Felicia and Uncle Knox's forced advice. So, Shannon's been living here for 3 years and Nadia moved out a year ago to live with her soon to be husband. Shannon's a 25 year old freelance animator while Nadia's a 25 year preschool teacher. Shannon got their degree in art and went to art school while Nadia got her degree in education and early childhood studies. Sienna moved in 2 years ago, shortly before I broke up with Andrew and after we met Nadia's soon to be husband, Jeremy. My aunt Felicia bribed me to let her move in with me. Sienna is a 23 year old professional cheerleader for one of the minor league football teams. Sienna, I guess, went to college. Her major I believe is still along with what she does for a job currently. I love Sienna dearly, but I do tend to tune her out a lot. While I'm trying to find a spot, I see Nadia's car? Why is she here at 10:30 at night? I thought she would be at home with Jeremy. I finally pull into a spot, turn off my car, take off my seatbelt, grab my stuff, and get out of my car. I walk over to my apartment building, unlocking it so I can get in. I walk up the stairs to the 3rd floor and walk to apartment 3D. I unlock the door and walk in.

"Hey guys, I'm home." I put my stuff down and why do I see Nadia's stuff here? I look up and see Nadia crying on Shannon's shoulder. I put my stuff and walk over to the couch where they're sitting. Sienna's busy doing something on her phone, as usual.

"Nadia? What's wrong? Why are you here at almost 10:40 at night? Shouldn't you be at home with Jeremy?" Nadia breaks out into a loud sob before she answers my questions.

"WE BROKE UP!"

"You what now?"

Next Chapter

6 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

Kasey(Kassandra Larson) and Walter Deville from my current fanfic, Nuptials Of Blood. Made Walter look more like Harry Hook but, luckily that both characters have the same actor.

6 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Nuptials Of Blood, Chapter 11

Walter

I've been trying to find Nadia all over the estate and so far, I can't find her. I'm guess she might be in her room. I open the door without knocking because what I need to discuss with her is very important.

"Nadia, there's something important we need to discuss..." I just walked in on Kassandra being nude.

"Nadia, what have I told you about —KNOCKING!" Kassandra covers herself with the towel. Because of what I have seen, I have already forgotten why I even came in here.

Viktoria

"Nadia, what have I told you about — KNOCKING!" And he did it again. Great. I put my book down and stand up.

"Lucy!"

"Yea?"

"Come along."

"He did it again?"

"Yes, he did it again." I head for the Larson's room with Lucy right behind me.

Kasey

Oh shit, I just flashed Mr. Deville! Great. Flashing one of our hosts was the last thing I wanted to do this week. I'm already red from embarrassment.

"Mr. Deville, why are you in here? Besides this is your home but, still. Why are you in here?"

"I uh, uh." Has he always have fangs since we've met him? Because I don't remember seeing those on the first day we got here. I make the mistake of looking down and well, we don't have to figure out if he's a biological guy or not. Even though that was never a worry since I don't think any of us were planning on sleeping with him. Lucy and Viktoria come running in.

Viktoria

Lucy and I come running in. I see that we're too late. Walter is already mentally gone.

"I'm sorry about him. He does have manners but, tends to not use them."

"Quick question, do all three of you have fangs?" And Walter just almost outed that we're vampires. Okay, need to think of a quick lie which I know of one I can use.

"Yes, it's hereditary. We come from a long line of-"

"Canines." Really, Lucy!

"We're not dogs. Great Grandpa was not a dog. There were rumors about him having relations with a dog but, he was not a dog."

"Wasn't he also accused of having relations with some one who acted like a-" I cover Lucy's mouth with my hand, mainly because I know what she was going to say.

"Yes, he was. But, even then that person wasn't a dog." I uncover my hand from Lucy's mouth and make the mistake of looking down at my brother. Well, we know what sex of the human species he prefers and that part of him isn't dead.

"We're sorry about him and we will going now." I grab Walter by his shoulder and just start dragging him with Lucy trailing behind.

Kasey

Viktoria, Lucy, and horny Mr. Deville leave the room. Lucy closes the door behind her. I lock the door. Don't want to take a chance that Nadia or the others aren't going to barge while I'm not decent. I take off the towel, change into the clothes that I grabbed from my bag, hang up the towel, unlock the door, walk out of the room, and close the door behind me.

Viktoria

I don't stop dragging my brother along until we get to his room.

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thencitytales · 2 years

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Attitude

A Huang Renjun short story (pt.2)

🌷 pairing: Huang Renjun x reader

🌷 wc: 1.2k

🌷 Here's part 2 of this short story, sort of enemies to lovers with hot sauce era Renjun. Here's part one. Next part is going to be the last. Please always keep in mind that English is not my first language, and if you find any errors or want to tell me something about any of my stories or give me feedback, that's always welcome!! Thank you and I hope you enjoy it.

🌷Also this is not proofread yet, so I'm sorry for the mistakes!

🌷 Now available on the blog is the finale!!

Winning. That's what today was all about. Usually you were not too competitive, of course winning was always the best option, but in most cases losing a game wouldn't get you riled up.

But this was different.

You got your eyes on the prize.

And the prize was Renjun losing.

Just beautiful.

You met everyone outside the bar in which you previously encountered them, and even in the daylight, the contrast between their looks was astounding.

You dressed differently than last night, opting for something a little comfier.

As soon as you entered the guys' line of vision, their moods were very different. Chenle cheered loudly, making everyone turn around to see you and your two friends, on the contrary, Renjun scoffed and rolled his eyes, earning a stern look from a tall guy you didn't know the name of.

As you approached, Chenle started talking, gaining the boys' attention, and when you were finally near enough to hear him, he had just finished pointing out who you and your two friends were.

At this point everybody took turns, politely introducing themselves. You finally found out everybody's names, even though you knew that two minutes later they would be forgotten.

The one attending your same college was the nerdy guy from yesterday, his name was Mark and you saw him around campus a few times.

Then Jeno seemed to be the one at the very far end of the table that Lily was checking out, Jisung was the cute one, and, you found out, the youngest. The stylish one was Jaemin and the frat guy was Haechan, the one Chenle mentioned before.

'So, as agreed, you got three strikes, everybody can be the referee except of course you two, and, as previously mentioned, Haechan'

'I still feel like that's somehow unfair' you heard him say, and chuckled.

'Sorry Ma'am but I don't find that funny'

'Oh c'mon, look at me I got three strikes, and I have to put up with the lovely person that Huang Renjun is, does that seem fair to you?' You said with a smile, your tone clearly sarcastic.

"That doesn't get a strike??" Renjun exclaims.

"Seemed alright to me" is the only response he got from Jisung, or maybe it was Jaemin, you already forgot...

"So, where do you wanna go?" Mark asked.

"Ok so, the fair is in town!" Rachel said, a tad bit too enthusiastic.

"No, not going to the fair" you answered remembering what happened last time, a few weeks ago in the nearby town.

"I promise I won't let you alone in the House of Mirrors again," Rachel tells you while stifling laugher.

"And?" You replied, expectantly.

"And this time we will ride the Carousel" your friend answered, defeated.

"Thank you, then we can go." you said, content.

"Are you a kid that you still want to go on the Carousel?" Renjun remarked.

"It just reminds me of the good times when we were kids, shut up" and you sweetly looked at Chenle, with whom you took your first ever carousel ride when you were five, just to look back at Renjun for the last part of the statement.

Then Mark said:

"We are just starting and you both really want a strike this soon?"

And with the look you both gave him, he decided to retire his statement in no time.

"Then it's a yellow light, I guess?" He chuckled nervously.

"Mark... Just... Shh" and that's how Chenle ended the conversation.

"So, we go with cars or can we just walk there? Where's this fair?" The guy you think you remember being Jeno asked.

"If it's the same one I know, it's not too far, we can walk there!" Mark said.

"How many fairs do you think are going to be in a town at the same time Mark?" Renjun spoke up from beside you, saying exactly what you were thinking, but didn't dare to say, because Mark seemed nice and you didn't want to sound rude.

This resulted in Mark mocking Renjun and starting to walk, alone, in the wrong direction.

"Actually, Mark, it's this way!" You half-shouted, so he could hear you. And you started walking in the exact opposite direction.

Everybody had a good laugh, even Renjun, and a lot of worries about whether you were going to like Chenle's friends or not left you for good.

It didn't take long to get to the fair and when you passed the gates it was like you were a kid again. You loved this type of thing, the only downside being the creepy clowns, but you were ready to put up with that.

A thing you noticed during the way there, was that everybody was trying to make you and Renjun interact as much as possible, making you walk beside one another and whatnot.

Luckily you didn't budge, unluckily Renjun didn't either.

The first strike was yours. And that took a toll on your pride. The one who assigned it to you was Chenle himself because you were "being mean" by making fun of Renjun for being afraid of going on a specific ride that reminded you of rollercoasters.

When you got it Renjun was the happiest man on this earth and for just a single moment, looking at his smile, you realized he's not too bad looking, personality aside, and stared at him almost admiringly.

But that lasted about two seconds because he quickly turned around and started being a bit too cocky and then he said:

"See? I told you I'm better than you, I am so gonna win this, so simple."

"One strike for gloating!" You heard Jasmin announce.

"Are you fucking serious Jae?" Was the quick answer from Renjun.

"Yes, I love the power I hold right now. And it only seemed fair to me" Jaemin said grinning.

"Well I think that's an abuse of power!" was all Renjun could say before you added:

"I like this guy!", pointing at Jaemin, only earning a glare from Renjun who 100% wanted to make a snarky remark but decided against it, to not give you the upper hand.

You quickly reached the house of mirrors without realizing it. Rachel went and got tickets for everybody, without telling you, so when you realized what was going on you could only curse her out and accept your fate. You also made her pay for that ticket 'cause you didn't want to go, so you were not going to pay.

As soon as Renjun heard you protest he turned around and whispered in your ear, making sure no one could hear, so he wouldn't get a strike:

"What? You afraid of something babe?" The whisper and the pet name immediately sent a shiver down your spine.

Not even a second later you saw Jeno lean near Renjun from behind him whispering in his ear:

"Strike two babe, rules are rules" making the boy in front of you jump and almost scream for the heart attack his friend just gave him, which only made you laugh, almost forgetting what just happened and how you felt about it. You only know you didn't like it. How could he hold so much power over you, that such a small thing turn your brain into mush?

Pt.3 out!!

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nev3rfound · 3 years

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in his world, temporarily : part three - s.r

brief summary: now that steve is out of the ice, your whereabouts is the biggest concern with potential enemies hiding everywhere

word count: 1.4k requested: not by anyone, but a concept i’ve contemplated writing for a while! warnings: none that i’m aware of

P A R T O N E / P A R T T W O / P A R T T H R E E

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“You’re seriously just carrying on as if nothing has happened?” One of your flatmates stands up as you grab your things along with your keys.

“Yeah.” You say with a small smile, pulling your bag up to your shoulder. “They don’t know who I am, so why should I hideaway?” You question, looking at the concern in their faces as they share a look that says more than words could. "Plus it was a week ago and I've been fine so far." You add with a smirk, ignoring your flatmate rolling her eyes.

“Just please, be safe.” Your other flatmate walks over, wrapping her arms around you tightly. “I still can’t believe you actually found him.” She admits through a soft laugh.

“I know,” You mumble. “I just, I still don’t know who he is though. I feel like I’m always left with more questions than answers.” A small frown forms on your face, but you snap out from your internal thoughts. “Anyway, I better get to class. I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

As you wander through the streets, heading toward the city centre you feel as if everyone is watching you. You shrug the matter off, blaming it on lack of sleep and paranoia, remaining oblivious to those speaking under hushed breaths monitoring your location.

Behind various civilians lie Agents of SHIELD watching you closely. “We have eyes on her, Sir.” One agent speaks through their comms whilst Hill and Fury track you through the CCTV in operation across the city.

“I see her.” Fury comments. “Don’t move in yet, hold off.” He instructs as the Agents share a look of uncertainty.

“But sir,” The agent starts.

“That is an order, Agent.” Fury states forcefully. “Let the girl attend class like normal, wait until it’s over before bringing her in.”

“Yes, Sir.” The agent responds, watching as you climb up the stairs into the old building, slipping through the doors and blending in with hundreds of students.

“Bye guys.” You wave to some of your classmates as you exit the building.

A sense of dread flutters in your stomach as you look around, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Yet, you reach for your phone, dialling someone you know would ease your anxieties.

“Hey, Y/n, everything okay?” May answers cheerfully.

Stepping down from the building, your eyes dart over those around you. “Yeah, I think I’m just being paranoid.” You chuckle. “You ever get the feeling someone is following you?” You ask and listen as May sighs.

“Now and then. Less now that I’m older.” May admits, a light laugh following. “But keep me on the phone until you’re back to your apartment, okay honey? Just to be on the safe side.”

Nodding along, you begin to discuss your day with May, and in turn, listen as she talks about her latest attempt at baking for Peter.

“I still can’t get over the fact you burnt it!” You laugh heartfully, unaware of the two figures approaching you.

“Ma'am?” Someone taps your shoulder and you quickly turn on your heels, eyes wide as the man lowers his sunglasses. “Do you mind coming with us? We’re from the government.” The man states.

“Y/n, who is that?” May asks due to your prolonged silence.

“Ma'am?” The man repeats.

“I, I’ll call you back, May.” You mutter, lowering your phone despite May asking you if you’re alright. “I’m not going anywhere with strange men, who do you think I am?” You scoff, turning around to walk away.

“Ma'am, we’re not posing this as an option. You must come with us, for your own safety.” The other man speaks up, standing in front of you as he reveals a badge.

“SHIELD?” You read it, looking up as the man smiles softly to you. “Agent, Agent Collins, what does the government want with me?”

Collins looks over to the other agent, nodding to him as he steps aside. “Ma'am, we believe you have a connection to someone important to our corporation and need your help. We’re only asking for a few hours of your time, and then you’re free to go.”

Hesitant, you hum to yourself. “You’ll let me go when I want to leave? As I don’t see any legal documentation forcing me to come with you.” You state, and the Agent behind you chuckles under his breath.

“No wonder he likes her.” The agent comments, catching you off guard as you raise an eyebrow.

“Who?” You ask, but Collins steps forward, motioning for you to follow.

“Come, Miss Y/L/N. There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” Agent Collins states as he guides you to a black SUV, opening the door for you as you climb in and watch the view you know disappears and change into one you never anticipated seeing up close.

Leaning against the window, your eyes widen in shock. “No way,” You mutter to yourself. “this, this is where you work?” You speak up as Collins nods to you.

“SHIELD is grateful for the support the Starks have offered, and in this case, Tony Stark himself has agreed to help us with our new situation.” Agent Collins checking in his rearview mirror as your curiosity expands as your eyes wander the entrance of the property.

“Who does SHIELD have?” You think to yourself as the car comes to an abrupt stop.

“We’re here.” The other agent states as you remain seated until the door is opened. “Come on, Ma'am. I’m afraid we don’t have all day.” He tells you as you climb out of the car, clinging to your bag tightly as you walk between the agents into the building.

“Took you long enough.” A familiar voice speaks up, and your body tenses as the tall dark man approach you, still wearing the eye patch and sporting all black.

“Agent Fury. Well, there were some delays.” Agent Collins motions to you. “So, where is he?”

Agent Fury turns around and walks toward the elevator. “You told her anything?” He asks as Agent Collins shakes his head. “Well, I guess I will.” He sighs.

“I, am I missing something?” You speak up and all eyes turn to you.

“Miss Y/L/N, do you recall the events that took place last Thursday?” Agent Fury asks you as he stares you down.

For a moment, you contemplate lying, play dumb. “Soulmate day?” You question, knowing better than to play all your cards at once.

Fury looks over to Agent Collins. “Yes, on soulmate day.” He retorts. “You see, we believe you’re soulmates with someone rather unique. And if it’s true, it means you’re in danger by association.” He explains as the elevator dings and the doors open.

“Sir, I, I don’t follow.” You comment as they all exit the elevator.

“Fury, finally.” A woman's voice enters, one you recognise from that day too.

“Y/N Y/L/N, this is Agent Hill.” Fury points to the woman before you who simply nods.

“About time, come on, he’s getting restless.” Hill remarks as you follow behind her, walking alongside Agent Collins.

“What’s going on?” You turn to Agent Collins as you try to keep up with the rest of the Agents. “I’m just a college student, you must have made a mistake.” You explain and nearly walk into the back of Agent Hill as she comes to a halt.

Agent Fury and Hill turn to face you. “Y/n, I can assure you there hasn’t been a mistake. It’ll make sense when you see what is on the other side of this door.” Hill explains, resting her hand on your shoulder. “If you need us, just let us know.” She adds, a small smile lining her lips as she nods to a man stood in front of the door.

“Okay.” You mutter as the door is left ajar for you.

Quickly you look around at the faces before sliding into the room, closing the door behind you as you keep your eyes fixated on your feet.

“Y/n?” Someone speaks up, a voice you knew, but, who? “Is that really you?” He asks, fear evident in his tone as he steps closer.

Lifting your head up, you focus on the blue eyes before you. “Who are you?” You ask as a sense of familiarity crosses your mind, something tugging you closer towards the blonde stranger.

The blonde reaches out, resting his hand on your cheek as tears line is gaze. “I’m Steve,” He breathes out. “and it’s a real pleasure to finally meet you.”

"Steve?" You mutter, looking up in awe at your soulmate for the first time. "You're real."

Steve laughs softly as he takes you in, the girl he's been waiting for in the ice for decades, finally in front of him. "I'm real, and I promise I'm never letting you go."

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show-choir-gal · 3 years

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"Smart Talk" Zach Dempsey Imagine

Requested by anon on Tumblr: "Hellooo c: could you write a fic on zach dempsey from 13 reasons why? Specifically the reader being a biology nerd and has aspirations of becoming a doctor some day, and zach being interested in her because he wants to be a marine biologist? Thanks! Love your blog btw ^^"

A/N: Heyo! I just wanted to pop in and see how y'all were doing and to say that I kind of switched it up and made the reader want to be a biochemist when she graduated so I hope you don't mind that little change! I cried writing this, so I’m sorry if you cry too

Warnings: mentions of death due to disease, absolutely sad backstory about a father with ALS

Word Count: 6,624

Guide: Y/N - Your Name Y/L/N - Your Last Name

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The first day of school was always filled with nerves and excitement. But I am new, and a sophomore and that didn't make this transfer any easier. I had moved away from Ohio with my mum at the beginning of the summer, my father passed away after a long and tough battle with ALS. I'm 16 now, he was diagnosed when I just about turned 10. He always wanted to live in California, it was his dream to have a beach house with just the three of us. I was always his little girl. Even when his ALS progressed, he was always working so hard to stay as long as he could. He was such a fighter. Mum and him worked hard on finding a house in California before he would pass, get to live out his dream. We had found a house, the house mum and I now live in, a year ago but had to finalise the selling of our other house before we could move. But that hope soon cam tumbling down due to my father quickly getting worse. We were so close to moving, but it got put on hold. He was deteriorating faster than ever before and it was hard to watch the fighter I once knew look so defeated. Before he lost the ability to speak he told us, "Well if Stephen Hawking can do it, so can I." He was always so strong in front of me and mum, but we knew better. Every day after school I went to my dads hospital room and told him about my day and school and do my homework with him. I came in one day, a big smile on my face as I looked him in the eye and said, "I know what I want to be when I grow up dad. I want to be a Biochemist. I want to make medicine that will help you and the others that come after you. I want to do this for you dad." He smiled as best as he could and got out a shaky, "I love you so much", and then he couldn't speak after that. As days turned to weeks, he just got worse and worse. We had the hope that he could wait until after Christmas, but there were no Christmas miracles this time. He passed away the day before Christmas eve, and I was heartbroken. My dad, my biggest supporter was now gone. Gone but never forgotten. I held his cold hand before the coroner and doctors shuffled him away from us and said through broken sobs and tear stained cheeks, "I'm going to make a medicine that cures ALS. I'm going to make it for you, daddy. I love you so much." I finished the rest of the year and we finalised the selling of our, now old, house and we made the flight to California. A few weeks in and we were finally settling and making this house our new home. I sat out on our enclosed balcony with a cup of tea and cozied up in my hammock chair. I listened to the birds chirping as I took a sip of my tea. My mum came out a few moments later with her own cup of tea and we both stared upon the city for what seemed like an eternity until I decided to break the silence, "Dad would've loved it here." "Yes he would've sweetheart. Yes he would."

Mum drove me in for the first day, mainly because she wanted to pick me up especially if I had a rough first day. We had our usual conversations and I went over my schedule out loud with her. "Honours Chemistry AND Honours Biology huh? Why didn't you get put in the AP sections of those?" Mum asked, noticeably a little insulted that I wasn't placed in the AP classes. "Relax mum, they don't allow sophomores taking AP classes, and this was the best I was getting with them. I could've gotten regular Bio and Chem." I reassured her. She reluctantly calmed down as she pulled up to a parking spot in front of the school. Mum kissed me on the cheek and said our 'I love you's' as I got out of the car and headed up to the front of the building. I tried to blend in and just seem normal. My first class was English so I immediately made my way to the classroom located in the second floor. I sat in the front row like I always had in my previous schools. The teacher went through attendance and stopped on me, "Y/N Y/L/N? Are you the new student?" The teacher asked. "Yes I am ma'am" I replied, all eyes on me. "I was wondering if you would be here today! Please come up in front of the class and introduce yourself! Say your name, where you moved from, and your favourite book." I made quickly got up and walked the short distance to be next to the teacher. "Well, I'm Y/N. I moved here from a small town in Ohio at the beginning of the summer, and my favourite book is The Theory of Everything by Famous theoretical physicist, cosmologist Stephen Hawking." I said to the class with a smile. "That's interesting Miss Y/L/N! And why is that your favourite book?" "I look up to Mr.Hawkings work and I want to be a Biochemist." "That's quite interesting. You may sit down now dear." She said with a smile as she started to clap, the rest of the class followed suit. I sat down and the girl next to me tapped my shoulder, "Nice to meet you. I'm Jessica. I think we could be great friends!" She said with a smile on her face. We talked after class and she said she would meet me after my Bio class to have lunch with me. I'm so relieved to have a friend, or someone I can consider a friend at least. It's still early to tell. Next up I had maths, and pretty much the same thing happened with going in front of the class and explaining who I was. I was pretty much creating and reading a script for the beginning of every class. After maths I had my Honours Biology class. I sat at the work bench like I normally did, as I watched all the students pour in they all looked so much older than I did. The class began at the ring of the bell and the same thing happened like all the other classes before me. I made my way up to the front of the classroom and smiled as I introduced myself, "I'm Y/N, I moved here from a small town in Ohio at the beginning of the summer and I'm a sophomore. An-" "A sophomore? I don't normally have sophomores in my class." The teacher interrupted me, and I just gave an "are you serious?" look and some of the class laughed. "Yes, the school wouldn't let me take AP Biology and AP Chemistry so I had to even fight to get honours." I replied. "AP Bio and AP Chem? What would you want with those courses? They're pretty difficult on their own, let alone together." I cleared my throat, "I want to be a Biochemist." "And where would your concentration lie?" "Degenerative diseases." "Wow that's incredible Miss Y/L/N! I look forward to seeing your work. You may sit down." I took my seat and a few of the "nerdy" kids started to chat me up and we all had a great conversation about what we wanted to do in the future. The bell rang and almost immediately Jessica was outside my classroom waiting for me. "Honours Biology? Girl, you've got to give me your study tips!" We walked to the lunchroom as she talked my ear off about the school and everything I would need to know. We sat down at a table and a boy joined us, him and Jess kissed and then a bunch of other guys started to swarm the table we were at. "Y/N this is Justin, my boyfriend! Justin this is-" "You're Y/N! We have maths together." Justin said as he stuck his hand out. Justin started to introduce me to all the boys at the table, all his teammates on the basketball team. "Y/N why did you move here all the way from uhm..." Jess started to ask. "Ohio." I replied with a chuckle. "Right! Why did you move here from Ohio?" All eyes were on me now and I smiled just thinking of the memory of my dad, "I moved here because my dads dream was to move out to California with my mum and I." "Oh that's so sweet! Why did he want to move out here?" She asked. The smile fell from my face and just the thought started to burn my eyes, "That's a bit of a touchy subject. Can we not talk about that?" "Oh my God of course! I'm sorry, I didn't know girly." She said as she shot me a reassuring smile and rubbed my knee. Eventually I went to the rest of my classes and met some really great people. I knew I had nothing to worry about, it seems like I'll fit in perfectly. The dismissal bell rang and I made my way to my locker. I got all my stuff I needed and closed my locker, Jess was standing right next to my locker with Justin. "Did you have a good first day?" She asked. "It was great, especially because of you. Thank you for like, accepting me and being nice. And thank you as well Justin." I said with a smile. "That's great! We definitely need to keep in touch, hand me your phone and I'll give you my number so we can hang out soon!" She said enthusiastically as she took my phone from me and punched her number in. Her and Justin walked off and waved and said their goodbyes and we parted ways. I made my way to mums car. I placed my backpack in the backseat and hopped into the front and we drove off. "So..?" Mum started. "It was great! I already made a bunch of friends and they're all so nice there!" "That's awesome honey! Celebratory dinner tonight? And you can tell me absolutely everything, you can even spill all the deets!" "Ew mum, don't ever say that again!" I said as I joking slapped at her arm. "What?! I have to stay hip somehow!" We both erupted into a fit of laughter. "Oh by the way, the piano got to the house and is all tuned." Mum said, almost full of sorrow. That night we went out to a fancy restaurant a few towns over and I told her everything about my day and how excited I was for school and making new friends.

A month has passed and I've settled in quite nicely in Crestmont. It was a Friday and Jess is sleeping over for the first time. We quickly became really close friends, I even would say she is my best friend. My mum picked us up from school and I showed her around my house. "This house is so beautiful Mrs.Y/L/N!" Jess said in awe. "I'm glad you like it, you're always welcome here sweetheart!" My mum replied with a smile. Jess picked up a picture of my mum, my dad, and I when I was about 11. She examined it. "Awe Y/N you look so adorable! Is this your dad?" She asked, pointing to the man in the photograph. "Yeah, but that's an older photo of him." "Do you have any more recent photos of him?" "Of course!" I said as I lead her to the living room where a lot of the newer photos of him were. She examined them quite closely, noticing his state of being deteriorating, she was confused. I brought her out on the balcony and she sat in the hammock chair right next to mine. "Where is your dad?" She asked and then looked like she wanted to take it back. I grabbed her hand and smiled, "No no, don't worry about it. It's okay to ask!" I replied with a warm smile, "He passed away right before last Christmas. He had ALS." "Y/N I'm so sorry for your loss." "Jess it's okay. He was a great guy and a great dad." "Is this why you didn't want to talk about it on the first day?" "Yeah, it's just a touchy subject especially since we planned to move out here with him." I told her the whole story, everything. I was comfortable enough around her to tell her. And she listened and took it all in. I reassured her I was as okay as I could be even though some days were better than others and she understood. We headed up the stairs toward my room when she spotted the baby grand piano at the top of our stairs. "Wow this is beautiful! Do you play?" She asked, awestruck by the beautiful Yamaha piano in front of her. "I guess. My dad was the one who played and he gave me lessons and so now when I want to feel closer to him I just play and play until I feel okay." "You're one tough cookie, could you play something for me?" I smiled and pulled out the bench and immediately started to play Op. 28: III. Vivace G Major by Chopin as it was a relatively fast lively piece. I lifted my hands from the piano and her jaw was on the ground. "Girly I didn't know this! You NEED to play in the orchestra! They would love you!" She exclaimed as she brought me in for a hug. The night was great and I finally felt normal again, I felt like a normal high schooler with a normal life. And man did it feel good to feel normal again.

Monday rolled around and Jess dragged me down to the music hall to talk with the orchestra teacher. I played the same piece I did for Jess and the teacher looked beyond impressed with my playing. "Some of the best piano playing I've seen from a student in years! I would love to have you in the orchestra Miss Y/L/N!" Jess and I walked out of the music hall and screamed and jumped and hugged. "I'm so excited for you! I'll go to all the practices and concerts I can!" Jess promised as she stuck her pinky out "And I will go to as many cheer practices and games as I can!" I replied and interlocked our pinkies as we made a pinky promise. And both of us kept our promises. As long as I didn't have to tutor someone or practice, I was in the stands supporting my best friend, even doing her hair for her. As long as she didn't have practice or homework, she was at orchestra rehearsal.

Mid-November rolled around and so did basketball and other winter sports, but that also meant mid terms were fast approaching. In biology, we were doing a partner project and our teacher chose our partner. The rest of the class groaned, but I had gotten 100's all year so I didn't see an issue with it. He read off the names in alphabetical order by last name. "Zach Dempsey and Y/N Y/L/N" My head turned to look at Zachs face to judge how he felt, and he had a smile so wide it stretched from ear to ear, which made me smile as well as blush. After partners were announced we all moved to sit next to our partners, I got up and sat next to him. "Well look who we have here, the smartest girl in this school paired up with me." He said with a slight chuckle. "I wouldn't say I'm that smart. More like, I'm just determined to do really well...all the time." I said with a chuckle. We started to plan our project and then suddenly the bell rang. I was about to get up when Zach gently grabbed my arm, "Can I have your number? So we can plan our project?" "Oh, of course. Why didn't I think of that?" I wrote my number down on the top of his project syllabus and waved goodbye as I headed to my locker. I had one more class before I met up with Jess to do her hair before her short practice so they can get ready for the game. I had a free period next so I headed down to the music hall so I could practice. I walked by the teachers office and he ushered me in to talk to me. "Y/N, how would you feel about doing 4 solos for the concert?" He asked, not looking up from the program he was trying to make. "I would love to!" "Great! I'll have you start off the very beginning of the concert with a short but fast piece, we'll have a few group pieces and other solos and then you end the first half with another short but fast piece. Does that sound good?" He asked, I nodded. "Then you can start the second half with a long and slow piece, sprinkle in a few group pieces and a few other solos, then you'll have you last piece which is pretty slow and long as well, and then finish off with our group closing piece? Sound good?" "That sounds great sir! Can I ask one thing though?" "Of course, what's on your mind?" "Could I dedicate the last piece I play to my dad and have a picture of him with me at the concert? It's okay if not, I just figured I should ask." "Of course you can. Don't be silly to ask for something like that. The counselor told me about what happened. I'm so sorry for your loss and I would be honoured to have you dedicate your last solo to your father." He reassured with a smile. I started to leave the room, "Thank you Mr.Blanc! I'll be in the auditorium in you need me." "Y/N, just make sure to get me your sheet music with the order you're performing them in as soon as possible." "You got it!" I nearly shouted as I opened the side door to the auditorium to turn on all the stage lights. I practically came down here every free period I had unless I was working on Zach and I's project. It was always so calm and quiet and made me feel like my dad was still there with me. I made my way over to stage left and pulled the piano out into the centre of the stage. I sat down and just started to play piano covers of popular songs before I started to try figure out what I was actually playing for the concert. I just wanted to calm down from my exams I had today. I decided to just wait and ask Jess which songs I should pick before the first game of the basketball season occurred tonight. I went from Fantasie Impromptu by Chopin to Flight of the Bumblebee before I noticed anyone else was in the auditorium with me. I heard a throat clear which made me jump, I looked up from the piano and it was Jess and Justin. "I didn't mean to scare ya." Jess said with a chuckle, "Justin and I were making out in the back and you couldn't see us but Justin really wanted to watch you play especially after that really fast one." Justin nodded his head in agreement. "Aww, I'm flattered!" I said with a smile. I went down my arsenal of some of the toughest songs to play on piano, Moonlight Sonata, Little Red Riding Hood, Etude Op. 10 No. 4, La Campanella, and ending with Hungarian Rhapsody. I looked at the two who tried to keep up with my hands, Jess had a smirk on her face when she saw Justin's jaw on the floor. "I told you she was good." Jess said, almost cockily. Her and I laughed and before Justin could even say a word, the dismissal bell rang. "I'll meet you in the locker room Jess, I have to put a few things away in my locker." I waved to Justin sense I wasn't going to see him until later in the afternoon. I put my stuff in the locker and shut the door and headed downstairs, I headed toward the locker rooms where Zach caught up to me. "Good luck at the game tonight!" I said with a wide smile. "Thank you! Are you going to be there?" He asked. "Of course! I promised Jess and Justin that I would always be at the games." His face lit up like a Christmas tree, "Awesome! I'll see you later then." He said as he rubbed my arm. I thought his action was strange but just chalked it up to him being friendly. California is different from Ohio after all. I entered the locker room and greeted all the other girls when I took my place next to Jess. We told each other about our days while she changed into her practice gear. I told her how I was given 4 solos for the concert and she was so excited, maybe more excited than I was. "Oh my God that's amazing! I'll invite everyone so that can see how amazing you are!" She jumped up and down as she hugged me. We chatted our way into the gym and I took my usual spot on the bleachers and watched the practice go on like usual. I finished up my homework for the night just as they had finished practicing for the game tonight. I headed out and stood by the lockers and waited for Jess. As soon as she came out she grabbed my arm and practically skipped the entire way to the auditorium. I took my seat on the piano and told her my ideas and played them in the order I would play them at the concert. She wasn't too keen on a few of my pieces so I switched them with similar pieces and those seemed to fit like a glove. "Those! All of them! They're perfect!" She said with a huge smile on her face. We headed to the library and I photocopied my pieces and labelled them and dropped them off at Mr.Blanc's office. We had some free time before she had to get ready for the game so we just walked around and chatted. "How's your bio project going?" Jess asked as we walked around the football field. "Great! Zach and I are pretty close to being done." I replied as we passed the bleachers. "Basketball Zach? Like, Zach Dempsey?" "Yeah...why?" "Oh, nothing. I just didn't expect you to pick him as a partner." "Mr. LaPierre paired us, but he looked fine with it so I didn't mind." Jess was silent for what felt like a few minutes. "Jess, is everything alright?" "Yeah, I was just thinking about the other day when Zach was talking to Justin about a girl in his biology class he was crushing on." "Awe that's cute! She's lucky, he's a smart kid." "She's probably jealous of you Y/N. I just don't want you to get hurt. Because if she hurts you, many people will hurt her." Jess winked as she nudged me. "I have a perfect grade in the class, it seemed like everyone wanted to be my partner." I winked back. "Okay smarty pants, let's get back so I can get ready and you can help me with my hair." We both giggled and walked back into the school. I grabbed a seat on the bleachers right behind where Jess normally sits. The cheerleaders started to file in along with the basketball players. I was too busy looking for her hair ties and brush in my bag to notice her and a few of the basketball players walk in. I found her brush just as she sat down in front of me. I brushed through her silky hair and parted it down the middle.I looked up to a pair of soft brown eyes staring at me, they belonged to Zach. I shot him a smile and a wave before I returned to Jess' hair. I braided her hair into two tight Dutch braids. I secured the last one and put her brush back in my bag. The bleachers were filling up pretty fast when I was done. The players were back in the locker room so they could make their entrance in front of the whole student body. The cheerleaders were just about to head onto the court when Jess turned to me and waved to my mum who appeared suddenly next to me. "Hi Mrs.Y/L/N! Glad you could come!" Jess said as she hugged my mum. "Of course sweetie! I couldn't miss out on cheering on Y/N's best friend!" My mum replied with a smile. "Knock 'em dead Tiger!" I said as I hugged her before she made her way onto the court to welcome our team onto the court. Each player erupted one by one, and suddenly Zach emerged and he searched the stands and then his eyes landed on me and he waved and smiled in my direction. I smiled and blushed back. My mum tapped my leg and I moved my ear closer to her where she whispered, "Is that him? The boy in your biology class?" I nodded to her question and blushed deeper. The game started and Zach and I would steal glances at each other every now and again, nothing to major...or so I thought.

It was now the week before the Winter Concert, but Zach and I needed to finish up the prep for our project. We were in the library alone after school working on the final prep we needed before we could call the project 'finished'. A few hours had passed and we finished up the last component, but we finished earlier than expected so we started to finalise the project. We were finally done, and we were early. That's not a bad thing though, nothing wrong with finishing early. I was putting my stuff away when Zach cleared his throat, I zipped my bag and looked at him. "What do you want to be when you graduate?" He asked. I smiled, "I want to be a biochemist." "Why?" "Do you want the real answer or the short one I use to not have serious questions?" "The real one." I took a deep breath and then exhaled, "Because of my dad." "Why don't you talk about him? You avoided it when we first met." "It's just a touchy subject, that's all." "Can we talk about it? I want to get to know you more." I was shocked at his response, but it's fair since we've worked a lot together this year. "He passed away almost a year ago. Right before Christmas, to be exact." "I-I'm so sorry Y/N." I took his hand in mine, "It's okay, we expected it. He had ALS. He was diagnosed when I just turned 10 and he's the reason I'm here. He wanted to move to California before he passed." "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I would understand." He said as he gently swiped his thumb back and forth against the back of my hand. "Honestly, it's okay. I'm not ashamed, he was and still is my hero. He was deteriorating slowly so we thought we had time. We bought the house and just had to wait on our other house to sell so we could move. But about Septemberish of last year he went downhill quite fast. So, plans got pushed back as he got treatment. He was always so strong, as supported me even when he didn't want to admit that he couldn't really support himself. Some of the last words he said were "If Stephen Hawking can do it, so can I." which is also why I lookup to Dr.Hawking so much. I want to be a biochemist because of him, for him. I want to find the cure to ALS." Zach was staring in awe. I stood up and he stood up and pulled me into a bear hug. A hug of solidarity, a hug of understanding. We both pulled away and looked into each others eyes and smiled. He looked away and grabbed his things. "I'll drive you home." He said as he motioned for me to follow him. "Oh, you don't have to." "I know, but I want to." We made it to his car and he pulled out of the parking lot and opened up to me. "I want to be a marine biologist." He said. We talked about his aspirations and life on the way to my house. He parked outside and I hugged him. "Thank you. It's great seeing others be themselves too." I said as I pulled away. His arm moved behind me and rubbed my back and he started to lean in and so I leaned in as well but we were interrupted by my mum yelling my name. We both laughed and I got out of the car and waved goodbye and headed into my house. I watched as he drove away.

The day of the concert arrived, and the whole school day was just a blur. The dismissal bell and I headed to my locker where I was greeted by Jess. "What's the plan for today?" She asked with a huge smile. "Well, the group pieces are going to get a run through, then the solos, and then we get to get ready." I replied grabbing my music bag out of my locker and we headed to the auditorium which was pretty much already set up for the concert tonight. Jess sat front row. The group numbers were rehearsed, then solos, and then I had to get ready. Jess and I headed to the locker room. I changed into a long sleeved black maxi dress with my mums pearl necklace. I put my hair half-up half-down and Jess straightened my hair and chatted me up. "There's going to be a big surprise for you at the concert. All because of moi" She said as she smiled. "Should I thank you now or later?" I asked. "Def later." She said as she scrunched her nose and raspberried me. We laughed and chatted until she finished my hair and I finished my light makeup. I put my stuff away in my bag and we both walked over to the auditorium. People we already shuffling into the auditorium. I took out the framed picture of my dad before I let Jess go off and I get ready backstage. "He would be so proud of you." "You think so?" "I KNOW so. Break a leg out there." Jess said as she hugged me and we went out separate ways.

*THIRD PERSON* Jess waited until she saw Mrs. Y/L/N. She rushed over and hugged her. "I have a plan." Jess began to tell Mrs. Y/L/N her whole plan. Jess bought a bunch of flowers so everyone could give her something in support. She explained how she got all of the cheerleaders and basketball to come and support her. Mrs. Y/L/N was almost brought to tears, not truly grasping how quickly and wholeheartedly her daughter was loved at this school. Jess and Y/N's mother sat in the front row by the piano on stage left. Jess looked back every now and again to check to see if her plan would be followed through. And just like that, the cheerleaders and basketball players shuffled in and sat in the first three rows by the piano. Zach sat next to Jess. "Mrs. Y/L/N, this is Zach." Y/N's mum reached out her hand, "Are you her biology partner? She always talks about you. She really likes you, ya know?" Jess chuckled and placed the palm of her hand over her mouth while Zach blushed, the whole team started to be all "Bro we told you she liked you back. You have nothing to worry about." In between laughs Jess responded, "I don't think she wanted you to tell him that Mrs. Y/L/N." "Oop, you're probably right sweetie. I'm sorry to embarrass you Zach. I got really excited when she told me she likes you." "No no, it's okay Mrs. Y/L/N. I'm flattered because I really like here too." A few more minutes passed and it was time for the concert to start. *END THIRD PERSON*

The concert was about to start and I just held the picture of my dad closer. My teacher and conductor was doing his introductory statement before we all came out of the wing of stage right and into our places. I walked across the stage and spotted...all of them. Mum, Jess, Zach, everyone I grew closer with this past semester. A smile drew across my face as I saw my mum first, almost in tears already, and then to Jess, and then to Zach who shot me a wink and my heart could've fluttered out of my chest. I placed the photo of my dad on the piano at an angle so both me and the audience could see it. I heard my mum gasp and then cry a little at the picture, which made me tear up a little. We did the classic orchestral warm up before I spoke into the microphone right in front of the piano. "My first solo piece is Op. 28: XII. Presto in G Sharp Major composed by Frederic Chopin." I took my place at the piano and played the one minute long piece. I took my hands off the piano and bowed in my seat. We had a few classical group pieces followed by a few solos and then a few pop songs arranged for the orchestra like Without You and Fight Song/Amazing Grace and Tour De France. I was the last solo for the first part of the concert, I once again stepped in front of the microphone to announce my solo, "My second solo piece is Op. 28: XVI. Presto con fuoco in B flat minor also composed by Frederic Chopin." I took my place at the piano for a second time and played the other one minute long piece. I took my hands off the piano and we all stood up and bowed and walked off as it was announced that there was a 15 minute break. I took the opportunity to use the bathroom and relax a little. My fellow peers were complimenting me left and right and I did the same back. The 15 minutes were almost up and we took our seats once again. Once I got my cue, I went up to the microphone and announced my third piece, "My third solo piece is Op. 28: IV. Largo in E minor also composed by Frederic Chopin." I once again took my place at the piano and played the two minute long sorrowful piece. I played with much more emotion than I did in the first half of the concert. I took my hands off the piano and bowed in my seat. More group pieces and solos and finally it was my last solo and my longest. I walked up and grabbed the picture of my dad, "Before I announce my final solo piece, I want to take the time and dedicate this to my dad. I lost my dad almost a year ago to ALS or Lou Gherig's as most of you may know it as. He was a wonderful pianist and he's the one who taught me how to play. Not a day goes without me thinking about him or playing a song to remember him. I came rushing into his hospital room one day just ecstatic and I told him, "I want to be a biochemist when I grow up. I want to help people like you." And the day he passed away, I held his hand and promised I would be the one to discover the cure for ALS. And I intend on keeping that promise. My final solo piece was his favourite to play for my mum and I, Op. 28: XV. Sostenuto in D flat major." I placed his picture back on the piano, but fully facing me this time. I wiped the few tears I had running down my cheeks already from before as I looked over and saw her sobbing into Jess who also tearing up along with Zach and everyone else. I looked up at my teacher and peers who were all wiping tears away. He motioned for them to stand and the audience soon followed. I played with more emotion and drive than I knew I even had. I played the piece with passion. I made it about 2 minutes in before the tears started to roll down my face as I played with pure love and passion. I hit the last chord lighter than I thought was even possible. I sat for a few seconds to just absorb the moment. I stood up to bow and noticed I had a standing ovation. I shed a few tears before we all sat down and played our final piece. The concert was over and we all bowed and hugged each other. I grabbed my dads picture and whispered, "I did it daddy, for you." before I went to get my bags and head to my mum, I left the music hall and found Jess who ran to me with flowers. "I knew you were going to be amazing!" She lead me to the people I have grown close to and they all had flowers for me. "Here's your surprise! I told you they all had to hear how amazing you are!" They all were giving me a flower or two and telling me how amazing I was, but then there was my mum who still had tears streaming down her face. We hugged in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Jess took my bags off me and grabbed the flowers so I could hug my mum even closer. We let go and all that was left was Zach who held a huge bouquet in his arms. He gave them to me and I thanked him. He was in awe. I let out a giggle as I gave Jess the bouquet and wrapped my arms around his neck and his hands went around my waist. "Wow, that was just- wow." He barely even got that out of his mouth, he started to lean down but I told him to hold on. I looked over at my mum, "Mum are you going to interrupt this kiss?" "No, not this time sweetheart." I looked toward Zach who had a huge smile on his face, I returned the smile, "Alright, it's go big or go home." Zach, almost like he had rehearsed this very moment, held me tighter and dipped me and kissed me. Our lips crashed and the world felt still, it was just us in that moment. Just us, in love.

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All For You, Part 5

Rating: T

Word Count: 1702

Pairing: Poe Dameron X Pilot!Reader

Summary: Your life in the Resistance was not easy, being married to Commander Poe Dameron and a skilled pilot yourself. When you unexpectedly get pregnant, your life is forever changed. Raising a child on base is hard, but never having parents of your own as a child, you are determined to love your little girl and give her the best life. Poe is equally as devoted to you and your daughter, vowing to keep you both safe from the impending threat of the First Order.

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“Captain Dameron, a word with you, please?”

Looking up from your station you saw that Leia was gazing at you, sternly. Had you done something to upset her? Had Poe? It was probably Poe, can’t keep his mouth shut. Standing, you nodded and followed Leia into her office.

She didn’t speak until the door was shut. Leia looked at you, concern reflecting in her brown eyes. “Doctor Kalonia informed me that you’ve missed your last two check-ups.”

Taken off guard, you swallowed, nervously. “There were other things to tend to at the time, General. We had there separate missions running the other day and I was needed in command.”

“Captain. The health of you and your child should take precedent.”

“My...my baby does, General.”

Leia smiled at you, gently. “Does Poe know that you’re not going to your appointments?” She found it hard to believe that the commander was letting this slide. “Doctor Kalonia didn’t want to bring him into this, but if I have too... I will, Y/N. He’s your husband and the father of your baby; he has a right to know that you might not be taking the best care of yourself.”

Your eyes suddenly filled with tears. You didn’t want to disappoint Leia, and yet you had--and not because you were not doing your job. “I love...I love my baby, General, I do.”

She reached out and took your hand, holding it in her own. “I am not accusing of you of not loving your child, Y/N. I just want you to take care of yourself. If anything were to happen to your baby because you were not taking proper care of yourself I know it would devastate you and Poe. I want you take the rest of the afternoon off and go see Doctor Kalonia. That’s an order, Captain.”

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you nodded. “Yes ma'am.” You hesitated for a second--if you stepped out of her office this upset it would be all over the base in a matter of seconds. And then Poe would be hovering over you, trying to figure out what was wrong, asking a million questions about your health and the baby.

Cautiously Leia placed her hand on your shoulder and gave it a gentle, yet reassuring squeeze. “I know that you and Poe want to raise the baby here--and I support that decision--but you have to understand that it comes with some lifestyle changes, Captain. No one is expecting you to do your job twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. Sometimes, life is just going to have to come first.”

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Poe wiped the grease off of his hands on a threadbare towel he’d brought with him from home, and then used the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow. It had been a long time since he’d been able to just work on his fighter, but Leia had given Black Squadron a break from all the missions. Having the break also meant he could look after you.

He was worried about you; he’d noticed that you were throwing yourself into your work and that you didn’t seem to be taking a step back like Doctor Kalonia had suggested. Poe understood how hard it was for you to put the Resistance aside--he was very much like you in that sense--however, he wasn’t the one pregnant.

The baby was all he could think about most days--well you and the baby. He wanted the best for you and the baby. Poe still was entirely convinced that living on the base was the best for either you or the baby but he did not want to have that argument again. He’d already had it several times with his dad.

Kes was just as stubborn as you and he wasn’t happy with the decision to raise his only grandchild on a military base.

“Hey Dameron!” Snap called, breaking through his thoughts.

“Yeah?” Poe called back, turning in the direction of the other pilot.

“The med center is looking for you.”

“What? For how long?”

Snap glanced at his wrist chrono. “I dunno, ten minutes. One of the medics caught me leaving the mess hall after lunch.”

Poe felt a surge of panic rush through him. He cursed, tossing the towel aside and attempted to put his tools away, but he was a fumbling disaster. What. if something was wrong? What if you lost the baby? Force, just thinking those thoughts made his heart shatter into thousands of tiny pieces. Your baby may only have been a few months into the gestational period, but hell, he loved that baby.

BB-8 squealed rolling this way and that to get out of Poe’s path. Snap managed to grab the commander by the arm and shake him a little. “Hey! I’m sure everything is fine, the medic didn’t seem to be in a panic to find you. So... calm down, will ya!”

“Calm down? Something could be wrong with my wife and baby!”

“Don’t you think they’d have paged you if that was the case?”

“Obviously not if they’re wandering around looking for me.”

“I’m sure everything is fine,” Snap countered, coolly.

“Oh, are you a doctor now?” Poe snapped.

Taking a deep breath, because if he didn’t, he’d deck him--Snap tightened his grip on the younger man’s shoulder. “Dameron, it’s a good thing you don’t panic like this when we’re on missions or we’d all be dead.”

Poe clenched his fists. He was not panicking. If Snap didn’t let him go in the next ten seconds, they he might panic. “Can I go now? Something--.”

“Yeah, yeah, something could be wrong--go.”

As soon as Snap had released him, Poe was storming off into the base towards the med center, BB-8 eagerly rolling alongside him, sputtering off that at your last check-up everything had been fine. The droid had gone with you because Poe was off planet on a mission for General Organa. Poe paused for a second. That mission had been weeks ago--had you really not gone to see the doctor since?

Poe clenched his fists feeling anger bubbling to the surface. The doctor had warned you to take it easy, to not push yourself--and here you were missing appointments. BB-8 asked why they had stopped moving, and he sighed through clenched teeth. “Because I’m angry and I need a moment to calm down before we see Y/N.”

BB-8 didn’t quite understand why Poe was angry at you. How could he? Even though Poe trusted his little droid with his life, considered him his little buddy, he was still a droid after all, and human emotions were somewhat puzzling to him.

Taking a deep breath, Poe continued on to the medcenter. He was not expecting Doctor Kalonia to be smiling at him when he stepped into your room--neither was he expecting the guilty look you flashed him when you saw him. Lately, he’s anger had been met equally with yours. Perhaps you were finally turning a corner in this mood ride you were on.

“Ah, so they finally found you, Commander,” Kalonia greeted him.

“Yeah. Snap tracked me down. What’s going on?” Poe asked.

He was tense; you could see it in the way he was standing. The hand that was resting on your belly, curled up. You glanced, anxiously at the doctor and immediately Poe reacted. “Is something wrong with the baby?”

You shook your head. The baby was fine--thankfully, considering you had missed a few of your doctor’s appointments. “The baby is fine.”

Poe clenched his fists. “Then why the hell was I called here?”

Kalonia smiled at him, gently. “We thought you might be interested in knowing what the sex of the baby is.”

“Wait... you can tell us?”

“Yes, your wife is far enough along in her pregnancy that we can.”

“I waited until they found you to find out myself,” you said. “Unless... you don’t want too, if you’d rather be surprised....”

“No,” Poe replied, shaking his head. He stepped closer to you and grabbed your hand. “I want to know.”

Kalonia smiled at him while she hooked you up to the machine that would show them your baby. “You could have known last week if your wife hadn’t skipped her appointment.”

Poe shot you a heated look. “Don’t worry, Doctor, we’re going to talk about that later tonight. She won’t be missing any more appointments--I promise.”

You swallowed, nervously. Ever since General Organa had called you out in her office, you knew that Poe was going to find out, and you knew that Poe was going to be furious with you. “General Organa already made me promise not to miss anymore appointments.”

“Good,” Poe snapped.

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” you argued. “I had work to do.”

“Sounds like you did it on purpose to me.”

“Can we not do this here?”

“Fine. But we’re having this conversation later.”

Rolling your eyes, you were about to counter, when Kalonia pointed out your baby on the monitor. For a few seconds it felt as if your heart stopped. You had heard the baby’s heartbeat but since you’d missed your appointments since, you had yet to actually see your baby. “Is that...is that our baby?”

Kalonia smiled at you. “Yes, that’s your baby. Even though you’ve missed your appointments, it appears that she is developing at a normal rate.”

Poe squeezed your hand. “We’re having a girl?” He noticed the happy tears in your eyes and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “We’re having a girl, sweetheart.”

You knew that he would have been happy to have either a boy or girl, but you couldn’t help but fall even more in love with him seeing the joy in his deep brown eyes. “We’re having a girl.”

“This doesn’t mean you’re getting away with missing your appointments.”

“Poe!”

“Sweetheart, I’m serious. No more missing appointments,” he scolded you.

“Fine,” you sighed, wiping the happy tears from your eyes, “I won’t miss anymore appointments.”

He gazed at you seriously. “Promise?”

You took a deep breath and nodded. “Promise.”

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erissthemean · 5 years

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If only... - Jinx part 2!

Woah. I... Never ever thought that my fic could get so much love. I am so grateful for every comment and every like I received.

The whole fic was supposed to be a one shot, something to get out of my head for once but after reading your comments and seeing how lot of you would want a second part I just couldn't say no.

So this fic will have in total 4 parts. First one you already saw, it was mainly to cover what happened, what led Marinette to becoming Jinx. Second part will cover feelings of Marinette's parents--you're here! This chapter will be probably shorter? I can't really see the word count, so yeah. Enjoy!

Part 1

Part 3

Part 4

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Paris was in chaos. It was only a day after Jinx live transmission ended and dark emotions blossomed all across the city. It was their Ladybug. It was their hero who got hurt, who let herself be akumanitazed. And even if they knew that Chat got the earrings, that be could pick new Ladybug everyone stiil held a despair in their heart. How heroes were supposed to win? How Paris was supposed to look at the fight between them and not suffer?

After the transmission, the story about Marinette's fall flew around the whole city. It didn't take long before wave of criticism crushed the school. If they only did a little bit better. If they only were a little more profesional. People were looking for someone guilty, someone who would take the blame. And no one wanted to be this person.

Day after transmission mayor held a meeting in the city hall. It was supposed to be a way to figure out the plan in the small gathering but it soon became a whole manifestation. People were angry. They wanted the end of the situation and they wanted for their Ladybug to come back.

Mayor forcefully closed the door and blocked them witch heavy chair. Screams and profanities just behind the walls of small room, the song of the hurt. Too strong.

Andre looked around the room. Somehow he managed to gather only a few people. Hopefully that would be enough. The Chat Noir, parents of Marinette, police officer, director of this God forsaken school, the teacher, his daughter, this girl, Lila? And a few friends of the akumatized girl.

"Alright, we have to think about the plan."

"We can't give her anything that she wants!"

"Miss Bustier have you seen what is happening?! This must stop! Marinette killed innocent-!"

"Oh would you shut up!"

Everyone looked at Chloé. She looked... Somehow more pissed than usually.

"Miss Bourgeois, your language-!"

"I said shut up! You're talking nonsense! It's not Dupain-Cheng, duh!"

Andre looked nervous.

"Honey what you..."

"It's not Dupain-Cheng! It's not our Ladybug! It's Akuma! And she has an Akuma because of her!"

Chloé shoot a nasty look in Lila's way. She knew. Chloé was one of the few who didn't believe in Lila's lies. When this whole mess started she didn't for a second believed that Dupain-Cheng did any of this nasty things. After all, she had bullied the blue haired girl for years and she never even smacked her! And this clumsy ass was supposed to push someone off the stairs? Not a chance.

Chat Noir stepped up.

"Okay, okay, let us leave this talk for another time! We have to get a plan!"

The hero turned to Marinette's parents.

"Ma'am, do you know where your daughter is?"

Sabine looked at the boy and gritted her teeth.

"Do I look like I know where she is?!"

Chat Noir looked at her.

She looked like she didn't sleep well for the past month. She looked like she was crying each and every day. She looked like she didn't eat a good meal, like she couldn't force herself to pick up the fork. She looked... fragile. Broken. She looked like she needed comfort and safety but not for herself.

Chat looked at the ground.

"... No" he said softly.

Dupain-Cheng's reported that Marinette was missing a week ago, just when it all started. They were brushed away because Paris was dealing with other problems like a constant reakumanitazations and destructions that weren't magically repairing themselves. And now everyone had to watch how Jinx was making everything worse.

Tom hold his broken hand and tried to look strong. For his wife. For... For his daughter.

If he only believed her then. If he only fought for her, tried to discover the truth... He knew his daughter. He knew that she couldn't do this kind of things. But... But he got this conclusion after it was too late. Now he looked seriously at the Chat Noir.

"What do you want to do."

It wasn't a question. It... Somehow sounded more grim that everything else. Chat looked like he was uncomfortable.

"She... She has to be stopped..."

"You want to hurt her again!"

Tom made a few furious steps toward the hero but was soon stopped by the officer.

"Mister Dupain-Cheng, please calm down! Your daughter is a victim of the Akuma, Chat Noir will try to save her!"

Tom clenched his only good hand. The broken bone remained him what happened day before and suddenly he lost all his strength.

"I... I can't do this."

He left. Sabine didn't go after him, she just sat on one of the couches and cried silently. It wasn't supposed to look like this. She needed her family. Her husband and her little beautiful daughter. Without them she felt so weak. She felt... Useless.

She regretted that day. When she lost her faith in Marinette. When she got herself caught in the lies of this awful girl. The day when she could support her princess a bit more... And maybe she would still have her. And maybe she would still be awake.

But not only this. If she showed her support even before, maybe a lot of things would be different. If she saw how stressed Marinette was, how she sometimes looked like she was so, so tired. Maybe... Maybe she could be a better mom. Maybe she could put her faith in her. Maybe she could... She didn't know! She just felt like she failed and couldn't make it better. She just wished she could at least try... But it was impossible, was it?

At the same time, Tom was walking away. Far, far away. He couldn't just stand there and listen how they wanted to hunt down his little girl. He couldn't listen how they blamed her for everything. Wasn't she just a child? His sweet baby girl. She was the same as every villain that showed up in Paris! She didn't know what she was doing! She... She didn't deserve everyone's hate. Tom stopped and tried to fight off the tears. His little girl. He looked up, at the broken ceiling and screamed.

"Hawkmoth! Hawkmoth, do you hear me?! Come here! Come and get me! Am I not broken enough?!"

Tom felt like he was making a deal with the devil but he didn't care anymore.

"Come and get me! I want to be strong! You gave it to me! Change me again! Hawkmoth!"

He needed this. He needed this strength. Tom felt tears on his cheeks.

"Hawkmoth! You bastard! G-give it to me! I-I.."

He fell to his knees.

"I need to protect her." he whispered. "I need to protect my little girl... Why can't I protect her..."

And he sat there, sobbing. No Akuma came to him. No one answered. He was left alone, weak.

He looked at his arm. It was broken because he was too reckless.

When he saw his daughter he couldn't stay in place. He and Sabine ran to the studio. They didn't care what she did, Marinette was their daughter. They had to make sure she was okay. Or as okay as she could be. When they saw her, they just cried. They tried to tell her to come back, to fight off Akuma... And she smiled. She began moving, floating towards them. One of her ribbons reached out to them... And he stepped up and grabbed it. Suddenly one of the heavy cameras fall over, in one second crushing his arm and hand.

"Huh... Such a luck, hm?"

"Marinette!"

"Marinette what? There is no Marinette."

"It's not like you! Please honey, stop this madness!"

The girl cocked her head.

"Stop it? But... If I stop I will go back to sleep. That's what you want?"

"No! No, no, no! Please Marinette!"

"Besides... It's not like me? That's funny."

She wrapped herself in ribbons, suddenly flickering even more than seconds ago.

"Last time something like that happened, you believed it was something I could do. What was that? Ah, yes. Pushing Lila, this little..." Jinx made and ugly face. "This... This girl from stairs. That's almost like I tried to kill her! Isn't it worse than what just happened? If you could believe I did it then, then why don't you believe it now? I mean... At least someone saw me doing it, right~?"

Sabine cried.

"Please... I... Miss you so much..."

"And you still want me to give this up. I won't be trapped anymore. I'm free now mom. Isn't it better?"

Jinx didn't wait for an answer. She just disappeared, leaving her parents alone. To cry and wait for someone to help...

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saltmageelliexiv · 4 years

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Disclaimer: This story contains sexual/mature themes, please read with caution.

Added note: This story was originally written by @asterixkearn, who has given me full consent to post on my blog. Please give them a follow; they are not only an amazing writer and roleplayer, but a very good friend of mine.

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"Hold still."

"I'm trying!..."

"You aren't trying hard enough."

"It hurts!..."

Asterix let out a soft sigh as she lifted her chisel from her canvas of pale skin. "No, it doesn't. It's just pricking you a little."

"How would you know?" The Miqo'te glanced back at the Xaelan woman, letting out a whine as her back began to throb softly, "You don't even have any!"

"Even if I don't have any, I'm more than capable of giving you one, especially a temporary one." She thwapped the chisel against the woman's skin softly, eliciting a yelp of surprise, "And I also know how much they actually hurt - which is to say, very little!...."

"So you don't think it's weird that a tattoo artist doesn't have any of her own?"

"If you wanna look at it this way; I've never had a tattoo because I'm far too invested in making sure all of you get the tattoos you want. I've even given your Madam some of hers."

"I know, I just- Ow!"

"I told you not to move." Asterix brushed off the woman's back, rolling her eyes.

The Miqo'te let out a soft whine as the Xaela went back to her work without delay, the rhythmic tapping of the tribal chisel filling the room, "You know there's machines for this now, right?"

"I do."

"And you don't use them, why?"

"I thought about getting one from the Ironworks, but I'm just more comfortable with my Tebori style."

"Tebori?" She inquired.

"It was a style invented in Doma some centuries ago. And if it was good enough for the ancient Domans, it's good enough for you." The pain finally ceased as Asterix pulled away from her work, nodded confidently to herself as a proud smirk flashed across her face, "Speaking of which..."

The Xaela reached up to a nearby desk, retrieving a mirror in order to expose the Miqo'te's back.

"There. How's that look?"

The Miqo'te's eyes lit up as she took in the sun-like pattern that now adorned her shoulders. Oh, how it glowed, just like the sun, it's candescent orange hue filling the room in a dim orange blanket of light.

"Here I thought the others were exaggerating..." She whispered in delight, "It's really glowing."

"Mhmm. Your aether has been concentrated and brought up near to the surface of your skin, which is reacting with the temporary ink. Think of it like a liquid lightbulb." Asterix placed her chisel on the tray that sat beside her chair, "It should last you about a week exactly, give'r take about half a day. If it starts burning, or the glow becomes disruptive, come see me and I'll settle your skin back down."

"Can do! Thanks, Ast!"

"No problem. Oh, and...be careful," Asterix playfully flicked the woman's arm, eliciting a hiss of pain from the woman, "The skin will be sensitive for about a day."

...

"Hey. N'ara?"

"Huh?" The woman in question, N'ara, paused, turning back to the raven-haired woman.

"If you don't mind my asking, why did you come to me for this?"

N'ara only tilted her head in response, giving the Xaela a blank stare.

"You mentioned I don't have any tattoos earlier. You aren't exactly a well-decorated canvas either." Asterix rightly pointed out, eliciting a nervous smile from the Miqo'te, "So why the sudden interest? Temporary or no, people don't usually get tattoos on a whim."

"Oh." N'ara chuckled, rubbing her arm awkwardly, "I guess I just wanted a change. Show the world I'm not just any other Miqo'te."

"That's fair." Asterix paused just long enough for her companion to feel a sense of ease before arcing her eyebrow, "...And the real reason?"

"Is it really that obvious?" The Miqo'te asked, deflated.

"I don't have to be that lunatic Hildibrand to see that you've been acting strangely."

"It's..."

"Something I should neglect to mention to the Madam?" Asterix asked carefully. She had never been one for keeping secrets from her dear friend, but there had been times in the past where one of her girls had come to her, hoping for a confidante.

"No, no!... I've just been preparing is all. One of my friends is getting married this weekend, and she's always been a fan of tattoos like this." N'ara shrugged nonchalantly, "I don't have the courage to get a permanent one, and some of the girls mentioned you could give temporary ones, so-..."

"Well, if it starts fading before th wedding, just tell me. I'll bring the aetherical charge back to where it needs to be." Asterix offered the woman a warm smile, earning a hopeful grin in return.

"Sure thing. So, how much do I owe ya?"

"Free."

"Huh?"

"You're one of Ellie's girls, which means you're family in here. Family's free." Asterix jerked her thumb towards the door, tilting her head in the same direction, "Get going. Your friend'll be eager to see your work."

N'ara seemed in no mood to argue with the woman, only leaping to her feet as she struggled to contain the excitement bubbling violently within her.

"Thank you again!"

She rushed out of the room with a single wave, skittering past the shoji divider that separated the makeshift parlor from the rest of the brothel without delay - that was at least until she found herself impacting against another.

Another very important individual.

"Oh!" N'ara sputtered as she hastily dipped into a respectful bow, refusing to meet the amber gaze of the woman she’d run headlong into with reckless abandon, “G-good evening Madam!..."

"Is Asterix in there?" The woman in question, Madam Eliceyn Birch, idly inquired, barely acknowledging the Miqo'te's presence.

"Yes, Ma'am. She's just recently-"

"Thank you." The black-haired Hyur interrupted without a hint of hesitation. Clearly the woman was in no mood to tip-toe around with her usual formalities, “Why don't you take the rest of the night off?"

"...I apologize, I don't believe I caught that?"

"We're to close earlier than usual tonight." The Madam clarified as she began to toy with the hem of her robe, glancing past the Miqo'te into the makeshift parlor Asterix had carved out for herself, "We have a new client soliciting my services and I've a mind to keep his visit my top priority. As such, I've decided that remaining shut for the night is in our best interest."

"I understand, Madam. Should I inform the other girls?"

"Please; thank you, N'ara."

"Of course. Best of luck, Madam."

She waited for the Miqo'te to scamper off out of view before she turned to enter the parlor, her talon-like fingernails idly tapping against her robe as she hummed quietly to herself.

"Asterix."

Her voice was softer than usual. More subdued. Even so, it still retained enough of it's usual gusto to commanded her friend's attention.

"Huh? Oh, Els. Good evening," The Xaela's replied carried the same lack of enthusiasm as she went about stowing away the rest of her supplies, sparing naught more than a glance towards the Hyur.

"There will be a client arriving in just a few hours that has booked me for the entire night." Eliceyn explained simply as she strode further into the room, only halting her advance once she was no more than an arm's length away from the Au Ra.

"Alright?" Asterix hummed, continuing to put away her tools, "I can watch the place if you need me to. I’ve been meanin’ t’fix-...”

"I'm not finished."

Asterix finally found herself taking pause, rendering her full attention to the taller Hyur woman, "Okay?... What's wrong?"

"He's a noble from Ishgard." Eliceyn continued, idly plucking Asterix's tatau chisel from it's stand to half-heartedly examine it, "The man deigns himself a purveyor of only the finest courtesans, and is traveling here to sample what the East has to offer."

"Well, I might be biased, but I'd say you're one of the finest." Asterix offered the woman a reassuring smile. The sort of smile that seemed to radiate warmth, even on the darkest nights, "Don't tell me you've started doubting yourself."

"Not to worry, he's been assured as to my skill... However-..."

Her hesitation provided Asterix with all the excuse she required to speak up, her tone carrying the same anxiety that Eliceyn felt building up in her chest.

"What exactly has he commissioned you for?"

"The services of both myself and my best courtesan from sunset to sunrise." Eliceyn admitted with a sigh, locking her - suddenly quite determined - gaze on her Xaelan friend.

“Guy that knows how t'party, eh?" Asterix mumbled as her eyes widened, a wry grin appearing on her face as her mind's eye attempted to conjure that image, "And you’re worried you don’t have anyone that would live up to his standard?”

"No. I have someone like that." Eliceyn gingerly placed her hand upon the Auri's shoulder, eliciting a soft hum from the shorter woman, "...You."

Her cheeks growing seven shades darker was about the only response Asterix could muster as she stood there, watching the Madam carefully - almost as if she were attempting to scry through some elaborate ruse or conjuration.

"Do you mind?"

“I’m sorry, I'm just making sure I heard you right." Though she shook her head Asterix clearly seemed more stunned than offended, "You want me to join you as a your second courtesan?"

"Of course. You're probably the closest friend I've got in the brothel. Certainly among my girls. You've taken clients in the past, even if it was more or less freelance - not to mention every client I've seen you take on has left with a grin a mile wide on their face."

"Why me, though? Your girls would be-..."

"Frankly, you're the only one I can turn to." Eliceyn's frown only deepened as she pulled her hand away from Asterix's shoulder in favor of bringing it up to pinch her own chin, "This man - this noble - has traveled from Ishgard. He's paid a small fortune in Gil. I trust my girls, don't doubt that for even a moment, but this...this is different. Far too important to leave to chance. My brothel's reputation in Coerthas could very well depend on this man's gratification. If he suspects for even a moment that the courtesan I select to accompany me is less than exceptional, our establishment's reputation will no doubt suffer."

"Because he'll no doubt speak of his night with other interested parties, and his word may make or break our reputation in a city that's just learning to throw off the shackles of the Church." Asterix paused as she let out a shaky breath, "In other words, the word he brings back of our services may give us unfettered access to the most lucrative developing market on Hydaelyn...just as his word may shut it off forever."

"...I need someone I trust in there with me. Someone that will take pride in the service that they'll provide."

The edges of Asterix's lips began to tilt down, her eyes settling into a soft glare as she stared up at the Madam, sending a fresh wave of anxiety through the woman.

"Like I said, they're paying a!-..."

It seemed as if a panicking Eliceyn was the extent of the Xaela's will, as her frown suddenly broke - driven away by a veritable cascade of laughter that filled the parlor like a nightingale's serenade.

Was...was she even taking this seriously?!

"Wh-... Asterix?! What?!..."

"I-I don't think I've ever seen you so flustered, Els!" Asterix replied as she finally got her laughter under control, "I'll go and get a shower'n get ready. Should I wear a Doman robe, or just those beads you showed me a few weeks ago?"

"Excuse me?"

"Our client is a noble, right?" Asterix reached up to point at the black rag that covered her hair, "Last thing we want is for me to walk in looking like I've been working in my tattoo parlor all day, right? So... Robes or beads?"

Eliceyn raised an eyebrow, "Robes. Just some loose robes."

It was only once Asterix gave the woman a confident nod that she spoke up once more, her amber eyes carefully watching Xaela.

"You're...sure about this, Asterix?"

"Course. That's what friends are for!" Asterix chuckled as she strode out of the parlor room, loudly exclaiming; "Let's show him a night he'll look back on for years."

What surprised Eliceyn most about the Ishgardian Lord was just how...'normal' he seemed.

She had been half-expecting some doddering old Elezen with more money than sense, sauntering his way into the room talking himself up as if he were the only virile man left in Kugane.

But no. What walked through the shoji, lead by one of the few girls remaining in the brothel for the night, was a rather dashing young man. Even so, he was a slave to his genetics; gracing him with the selfsame pointed features of any other Elezen and a frame lankier than a ladder, with slicked back blonde hair and striking blue eyes that easily betrayed his Ishgardian heritage.

Blond hair, Ellie idly noted, a rarity in Doma.

What was not so rare in Doma, however, was what the young man arrived garbed in. A fine silken robe of far eastern style, no doubt purchased at some ridiculously inflated price at the markets earlier that day.

And speaking of unexpected developments...

Her eyes were drawn to the woman to sat beside her on the tatami mat, idly playing with a loose section of the covering.

All things considered, Asterix cleaned up well when she wanted to. No longer was her hair stuck in that old bandana, instead in it's usual manner, hanging down past her shoulders. Her sleeveless shirt had been replaced in favor of a tasteful eastern robe that mirrored the Madam's own, tied loosely in a clear effort to expose a tasteful yet significant portion of her torso.

Good. Nothing could go wrong, she thought as she brought herself to her feet, motioning the Xaela to follow in turn - both offering the Ishgardian man a graceful bow as they drew to their feet.

"Greetings, Lord Fauxmá. I am Madam Eliceyn Birch, proprietor of this establishment," She motioned to Asterix casually, the woman giving a second subdued bow in response, "And this is Asterix Kearn, my dear friend and protege. She'll be assisting me tonight to ensure you leave, having had the most enjoyable experience possible."

"Oh!... Well, I didn't suspect I'd have the company of both the Madam and her personal protege. Here I thought I'd be focused only on the madam and a random courtesan. I've never been so happy to be wrong." To his credit the noble was at least humble in his response, offering back a similar bow as a grin drew to his face, "I must say, this will be a night I shan't soon forget."

"Hopefully not," Eliceyn let a soft giggle pass her lips, before motioning to a small lap-height table situated just a few feet from a rather impressive queen-bed, "Though I'm sure we're all eager to see where this night may lead, might I suggest you rest your weary bones? I'm sure you've heard tell of Doman tea."

"To put it mildly." The Noble chuckled as he strode further into the room - the accompanying girl leaving with a silent nod - plopping down onto one of the cushions lining the outside, "I've been told Doman tea is as if sipping from the gardens of Kugane."

“You’re too kind." Eliceyn replied as she and Asterix joined the Elezen at the table, "We Domans may have the upper hand in the tea and spice trade, but you Ishgardians are known for their masterful artwork.”

“Nonsense. The Domans have fine examples of immaculate artwork. I sit before two incredible examples, even now.”

Oh, a smooth-talker, Eliceyn chuckled inwardly. No doubt perfected his craft on the gormless noble women of Ishgard.

"It's kind of you to say so," Asterix finally piped up for the first time since the Lord had arrived, "Though I'm often referred to as the artist, rather than the art. I do hope you'll enjoy the fruits of my work tonight."

She motioned to the Madam, who in turn nodded, “Yes, she’s quite adept. She’s given me a few of my tattoos.”

“Ah... So, you've studied in the art of tattooing, Miss Kearn?”

“Oh, I have. I carry what little knowledge I retained of my home with me, but most of my skill, both with a needle and a lover, I’ve learned from the Madam.” Asterix spoke with no small amount of respect - a far cry from her usual snarky self. Thank the Twelve. Still, even if her more polite demeanor was an act; it was certainly clear at the very least that her admiration for her friend was genuine, "I prefer to wield the brush, rather than lay as the canvas. Here-..."

With no small amount of care, Asterix's hands found the opening to Eliceyn's robe, pulling the garment away from the Madam's body gently as Eliceyn turned away from the man - revealing the veritable portrait that the Xaela had inscribed upon the woman's back.

"An example of my work."

"My... Your work is certainly impressive, and, I must say..." The Elezen looked damn near ready to drool at the sight of the Madam, "I've heard stories of your beauty, Madam Bitch, but to see it in person is something akin to a dream."

"With the trouble you've gone through to be here, my Lord, I can assure you that all of this is real."

Just as the Ishgardian seemed to formulate a response to the Madam's quip, the shrieking cry of a finished kettle from the other room filled the air, prompting Eliceyn to snap to attention.

“Ah, that should be the tea finished. Just a moment." Eliceyn mumbled as she hiked her robe back over her shoulders, before pulling herself to her feet.

It was a only a few steps before she was in reach of the shoji that parted the room from the rest of the brothel, though as her hand rested against the paper surface of the shoji, she found herself turning back to her companion with a knowing smile, "Asterix, be a dear; keep our guest entertained for a moment, will you?”

“Of course, Madam," Asterix nodded obediently, before she turned to the Elezen, pushing her hair gingerly behind her horns, "Would you mind removing your robe, my Lord?"

Eliceyn was quick to offer the Elezen a respectful bow as Asterix helped him out of his robe, giving the Madam ample time to saunter out of the room, a silent breath of relief passing from her lips; though its silence would go unnoticed, as the noble let out an audible suspiration of his own.

Thank the Twelve she had been able to catch her friend before she had gone off Hydaelyn-knows-where. Sure, she wasn't exactly the ideal companion for a drawn out discussion regarding the geopolitical state of post-liberation Doma, but if you needed someone at your back for anything, she was the woman who would be there - and she would do her damnest to make sure that whatever needed to be done was done.

And if the Elezen's hoarse breaths from the other side of the thin wall were any indication, she had all but certainly tossed all of her proverbial chips in Eliceyn's corner on this particular night.

Still, she idly pondered as she retrieved the teapot from the fireplace, she would have to think about how to repay her friend for kindness. A kindness that would have been shown by very few.

When she returned, both Elezen and Xaela had long since freed themselves of their garments, the noble's hands drifting along her lithe form to and fro, seemingly without a care in the world, leaving the Xaela to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand as she spared a reassuring nod to the Madam that conveyed a clear message.

'If the man had been possessed of even the slightest hesitation before, that hesitation had long perished.'

"I see my friend is to your linking, my Lord?"

"Without a doubt Madam." The noble seemed all to eager to express that sentiment with more than just words, pulling the shorter woman into a heated kiss, a kiss which was eagerly reciprocated for the fleeting moments it lasted, "She has been so kind as to offer me a taste of her talents; and yet that only stokes the flame of desire I feel for this night to come."

Eliceyn chuckled, gently setting the tea pot on the table, "I see... I'm glad that you approve."

The room was nearly as silent as the Madam went about pulling her garments away. There was hardly any use for them now, especially given that her companions had found it fit to dismiss the thought of clothing so early into the night.

“Tell me, Madam, do you receive many visitors from Ishgard?” The noble asked as he watched - with no small amount of lust in his gaze - Eliceyn disrobe, a smile softening his otherwise rigid jawline.

"Oh, no. Though we hope to change that in the near future," Eliceyn's arms traveled down her front, separating the final binding her robe - which soon found itself laying uselessly upon the floor, "The citizens of Ishgard may not be a common sight in these lands, but you can rest assured that you'll leave these chambers as happy as any Doman."

"Speaking of which, mayhaps its time to experience this Doman hospitality I've heard so much about."

"In that case, may I interest you in a massage, my Lord?" Eliceyn gestured towards the bed, her mouth tilting to a smirk, "T'would be a tragedy for a muscle in your hips to disobey you on the eleventh hour."

"A massage? I would hope from you, Madam." He brought himself to his full height, unperturbed by his lack of dress as he glanced back at the bed laying in the middle of the room, "Your protege has welcomed me quite spectacularly, but her presence may wait until the main event. I've booked not one courtesan this evening, but two."

Eliceyn offered the man a single nod, turning to the Xaela, who lounged patiently upon the tatami, "Why don't you take some tea, Asterix?"

"Of course, Madam. Say the word and I'll join you." Asterix replied with a small bow of her head, pulling herself to her feet to saunter over to the teapot.

It was barely three strides to the bed, which had been immaculately made by the two women only moments before the Lord had arrived. Or at least, it had been made immaculately after Eliceyn had relegated Asterix to cushion placement after a good 10 minutes and 4 failed attempts at fixing up the poor bed.

Quite honestly, it made her worry for the possible state of the Xaela's bed at home.

"Lay here," Eliceyn instructed as she gestured towards the bed; an instruction that was swiftly followed as the man lay down upon his stomach, letting his eyes drift shut as he waited for the Madam's work to begin.

And waited...

And just as if it seemed as if her touch would never come, any budding inquiries were rightly silenced as the noble felt the unmistakable sensation of the Madam's hands against his back, kneading the stiff muscles with practiced precision. It seemed as if by magic that she worked, casting away a weeks worth of travel and stress with a mere touch, all as she whispered softly into his ear, melting away whatever ache - physical or mental - that may have otherwise escaped her notice.

It was a quiet few minutes, the only sounds filtering through the room the occasional groan of satisfaction from the Elezen as the Madam methodically massaged away every knot from his form. Though eventually that would come to an end as Eliceyn pulled away from the man, giving him ample room to rise back to his feet - no doubt feeling quite a bit lighter than he had even minutes before.

"I believe it's time, wouldn't you agree Madam." The noble surmised as the Madam made her way onto the bed, sitting against the side presses against the wall as her attention turned to her friend, idly sipping away at a small cup of the prepared tea.

"I would agree wholeheartedly, my Lord. Asterix," Eliceyn called over to her companion, prompting the shorter woman to rise to her feet, "I assume you've no qualms to receiving our guest first?"

"None, Madam." Asterix replied as she made her own way over to the bed, wordlessly laying herself upon the once immaculate sheets- resting her head and shoulders on the Madam's lap.

"Come, experience the forbidden pleasures of the East for yourself, Ishgardian." Eliceyn whispered as her pale hands trailed down her scaled companion's form, parting her thighs. A soft smile crawled onto the Madam's face as she watched the Elezen's eager gaze quickly fell to it's inevitable destination, "You shan't leave disappointed."

"No," His voice was hoarse, though his advance smooth as his hands joined the Madam's upon the Xaela's pale thighs, "I don't believe I will."

The next few hours were naught but a miasma of frantic lust. Neither women nor noble seemed all to eager for the sun to rise, their sense lost in a tangle of limbs and sheets. Not an inch of skin left unexplored, not a desire left unfulfilled.

Eventually though, time would march ever forward, and the sun would peak over the crest of the horizon, signaling the end of what had easily become a sleepless night for the trio.

Still, a sleepless night just meant that she and Asterix still had time to get a drink before they retired, right? Right. That's how that worked; Twelve be damned if anyone dared to tell her differently.

"He certainly was spirited." Eliceyn mumbled as she nursed a small glass of wine, glancing over to her friend, who was happily doing the same to a drink of her own.

"Spirited? If you'd told me having my tail in his face dug up repressed traumas about the Dragonsong War, I'd completely believe you." Asterix chuckled, tracing the rim of her glass with her finger, "Remind me to get hazard pay next time."

"Speaking of pay-..." Eliceyn trailed off, hesitating until Asterix drew her gaze towards her friend, "Given the nature of the client, I can wave the usual 10% brothel expense. Is that fair?"

"Nah." Asterix answered simply, sipping her wine.

"No? How much is fair then? 60% of the pay?" Eliceyn arced a brow. Sure, the true prize of the night had hardly been the money, but Asterix never was much interested in profit-...

"I don't want money, Els," Asterix clarified rolled her eyes, letting a grin slip onto her face, "I didn't do it for money. You needed help, and you're my friend. That's all there is to it."

Eliceyn chuckled. She knew exactly what Asterix was playing at now, "That's all, huh? So there's nothing?-..."

"Well..."

Uh huh. Like clockwork.

"...I'll bring him in tomorrow." She replied, eliciting a small squeak of glee from the Xaela, who buried herself with silently fist-bumping the air like an overly-excited child, "I'm sure he'll be thrilled to see you again."

"Yes!..."

"So... Can I count on you in the future?" Eliceyn grinned, waiting for Asterix to settle herself before she continued, "If a situation like this comes up again, I mean."

Her companion's smile foretold of her reply before a word could even leave her lips.

"Course! That's what friends are for!"

#Not my Writing #Asterix Kearn #Eliceyn Birch #Of Crimson Silks and Ebon Scales [Asterix & Eliceyn]

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eclecticminded · 5 years

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Polyamory: Trading Places

anonymous asked: Rafael wants to be dominated in the bedroom. Maybe within the polyverse?

Okay so I love this request because one I am a total switch and I love writing for the polyamory story! It’s the first time they’d do this in the polyverse so it’s a lot of sweet stuff too. Hope you enjoy!!

Sonny guides you through dom-ing Rafael while Nick is out of town.

Part One and Part Two and Part Three and Part Four and Part Five and Part Six and Part Eight and Part Nine and Your Wallet

Warnings: sexxx

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Three weeks ago Rafael started dropping hints he wanted you to dominate him. They were subtle at first, a joke or flirty text. But the last four days he'd gotten more bold. In fact, you'd come home to a package and upon opening it found a strapon and large bottle of lube. It was then you realized Rafael was more serious about submitting than you thought.

You were a switch and had dreamed of dominating a man, but it just never really happened. Here Rafael was offering himself to you, and you didn't know what to do. Normally Sonny and Rafael dominated you. The most you'd done to them was light choking and pinning them down to ride them. They ate it up but you were nervous to take it further. So you were frantically texting Sonny about how to make Rafael's fantasy a reality.

Constant texts between the two of you about how to properly dominate Rafael helped put you at ease. Although by now Rafael was sure you'd forgotten or were never gonna follow through so he stopped asking after sending the package. Little did he know you were busy as a bee with Sonny plotting, and boy was he in for a treat.

[To: You and Sonny 9:59pm] Why do I have a package here with an insert that says to text you before opening it further?

[To: You and Rafael 10:16pm] The plot thickens haha

[To: Rafael and Sonny 10:32pm] Open it in the morning. Wear it. Come to my house for dinner with me and Sonny after work.

[To: You and Sonny 10:44pm] Yes ma'am!

Later that night you were sitting around the table with two of the three men you loved. Nick was in California visiting Zara for a long weekend and planning his return surprise was a problem for tomorrow night. Rafael was squirming in his seat and you pretended not to notice. Sonny looked at you, the food, the kitchen, the bedroom, and back to you.

“Hey sugar,” you turned to face Rafael and he stopped bouncing to look at you.

“Sí cariño,”Rafael's face lit up with a huge smile.

“Are you wearing it,” you raised an eyebrow and Sonny smirked.

“Yes! All day. In court mind you,” Rafael blushed.

“Did you decide on the blue or purple,” Sonny winked.

“You'll have to wait and see won't you,” you briefly turned to Sonny before bringing your attention back to Rafael.

“It was quiet the surprise,” Rafael nodded enthusiastically.

“Sonny cooked dinner. This is my house. So Rafael put the food away, load the dishwasher, and meet us in the bedroom,” you stood up abruptly and marched to the bedroom, leaving both men with their jaws hanging open. Sonny recovered first and practically sprinted after you, leaving Rafael scrambling to clean up.

“Doll that was hot,” Sonny reached for the zipper on your dress and helped you out of it.

“Well if this goes well maybe I can dom you too. Or both of you,” you winked and took off the rest of your clothes.

“Promise,” Sonny stripped his clothes off while you opened the box on your bed.

“Only if you help me figure this strapon out, honeybear” you laughed and pouted in frustration.

“Can do doll,” Sonny took the harness from you and untangled it. He adjusted it to fit your hips and pulled it up your legs for you. Once it was seated comfortably around your body, Sonny put the dildo in the O ring.

To pass the time while Rafael cleaned, you started kissing Sonny. There was passion and fire flowing between you lips like electricity. It consumed your body while he sucked a trail of small sloppy hickies down your throat. He bit down with a growl to the top of both of your breasts, eliciting a moan from deep in your belly.

When Rafael snuck into the room and stripped, you pretended not to notice. Instead you found Sonny's sweet spot below his left ear and sucked and nipped until his knees buckled. He whimpered and you turned his head to look at Rafael.

“You gonna just stand there babe? Or are you gonna suck her cock,” Sonny moved to stand behind you and pepper bites across your shoulders. Rafael practically fell to the floor in front of you and rested on his knees eagerly. Just like they both did to you, you gripped the dildo and rubbed the tip against Rafael's plump lips. His mouth opened the sucked the head into his mouth.

One of Rafael's warm hands braced himself on your thigh while he began to bob on the silicon between your legs. You got lost watching him, and didn't notice Sonny had stopped touching you. Not one to be forgotten, his fingers suddenly plunged inside of you and it was your turn to lose your balance.

“Easy there doll,” Sonny pulled you back upright while Rafael steadied you from where he kneeled.

“Okay that's enough of that,” you pulled away from both men, trying to keep a clear head.

“What next, ma'am,” Rafael purred.

“Oh what a sweet boy, I like that. Yes call me ma'am,” you stooped down and kissed Rafael, finally giving him the attention he'd needed all day.

“Yes ma'am,” Rafael panted when your lips broke apart.

“I think you need to be fucked. Don't you,” you gripped Rafael's hair at the back of his neck and pulled it down so he looked up at you.

“Yes ma'am, please,” he pleaded.

“Suck Sonny's cock. If you do it well enough, I'll consider it,” you relaxed your grip and moved to get the lube from the box still on the bed. While you tossed the box towards the closet and opened the lube, Rafael already had Sonny's cock down his throat. You watch transfixed while Sonny ran one hand through his hair and used the other to guide Rafael's mouth up and down his cock. When he reopened his eyes, he saw you were ready to move on and nodded.

“On the bed, all fours,” Sonny barked at Rafael and you almost did it yourself, that demand was usually said to you anyway.

“Good boy,” you kissed the top of Rafael's head and looked to Sonny already behind him, “So which color did I pick?”

“The heart shaped pink. Good choice,” Sonny squeezed Rafael's ass, “Did you really wear this all day?”

“Yes sir,” Rafael nodded and you started kissing down his back.

“Properly,” Sonny questioned.

“Every opportunity I had, I took it out and added more lube. Wore it during court today,” Rafael moved his hips as you reached the small of his back.

“That was intentional,” you spoke against his warm salty skin, “Knew it was a hard case. Figured you could use an escape tonight.”

“Thank you ma'am,” Rafael sighed with a smile, “And sir too!”

“Let's get this out of there,” Sonny slowly pulled the buttplug out of Rafael and set it on a tissue on the nightstand. You lubed up the dildo and awaited Sonny's further instruction.

“Relax sweet boy,” your hand splayed on Rafael's lower back while you moved closer behind him.

“Press in slowly, like I do to you,” Sonny kneeled behind you so his chest pressed against your back. His hand moved yours to grip the dildo and brought it to Rafael's asshole.

“Are you ready,” you tentatively asked.

“Yes. So much yes,” Rafael nodded rapidly. As slowly as you could, you slid into Rafael's waiting asshole. His breathe hissed through his teeth and you froze.

“It's okay, keep going,” Sonny whispered for only you to hear before getting louder, “Tell us if you need us to stop.”

“Yes sir. Please keep going ma'am,” Rafael pleaded.

“I told you,” Sonny whispered in your ear and it sent shivers up your spin. With a long exhale, you kept pushing the phallic toy into Rafael until it was fully inside him.

“Now what,” you felt silly asking Sonny.

“Take it out just as slow and put it back in,” he muffled his laughter by sucking hickies onto your neck. Once the dildo was out of Rafael, you squirted more lube onto it and his asshole before pressing back in.

“Faster please,” Rafael whimpered when you pulled back out.

“What was that,” you pretended not to have heard him.

“Fuck me faster please ma'am,” Rafael gritted through his teeth. Sonny stopped kissing you and stood beside you to watch. In a quick fluid motion you thrusted into Rafael and he gasped as you pulled nearly out and plunged back in. After a few failed attempts you found your rhythm and scratched down Rafael's back. He responded with moan and you nodded Sonny further down the bed.

Sonny bent down and talked to Rafael in a hushed voice while you pounded away into his ass. Rafael nodded and Sonny's cock disappeared down his throat. You gripped Rafael's hips and Sonny his head, your thrusts syncing up to drive Rafael crazy. His painfully hard cock was leaking all over the towel below him and though you couldn't see it, you knew.

Before long Sonny came down Rafael's throat and he swallowed every drop. You both coo-ed about what a good boy he was while Sonny began to jack Rafael's cock. Again your thrusts synced with Sonny's movements and Rafael's eyes rolled back in his head.

“Please may I cum sir,” Rafael stuttered.

“Not me you should be asking,” Sonny teased.

“Please ma'am! Please may I cum,” Rafael was so desperate you could practically hear his lip quiver.

“Cum for me sweet boy. Cum for us,” you kept thrusting while Rafael come with a strangled cry. When his orgasm was fully over, you stopped and pulled out, collapsing backwards. Rafael climbed off the bed and tried to help you out of the harness.

“No. You lay down. I have this,” Sonny shooed him away and expertly removed the harness from your hips. You got up and moved the towel and dildo to the bathroom to clean later. When you returned, Sonny was wrapped around Rafael and playing with his hair. You climbed in front of Rafael and pulled his head against your chest.

“You did so good sweet boy. So good,” you kissed Rafael's forehead repeatedly and intertwined your fingers with Sonny on Rafael's side.

“We'll clean you up in a bit,” Sonny yawned.

“Thank you both,” Rafael sighed contently.

“I didn't get off,” you pouted.

“Give us a minute to recoup doll,” Sonny chuckled and yawned again.

“It's fine,” you shook your head, “I was teasing. You old men need your rest anyway.”

“Who you calling old,” Rafael pulled back to look at you menacingly.

“You. Both of you. You're both older than me,” you laughed.

“I think she needs to be taught a lesson,” Rafael palmed your breasts aggressively.

Sonny responded with a snore.

“Guess I'll teach you a lesson then,” Rafael latched on to a bare spot on your chest.

“Tomorrow sugar,” you yawned, “I'm too tired to enjoy it. Let me clean you up.”

“Okay ma'am,” Rafael slipped back into sub space.

“Stay here,” you patted his chest and got up. In the kitchen you got a cold water bottle from the fridge and grabbed the baby wipes from the bathroom. Rafael rolled on his stomach when you reentered the room and you gently cleaned his ass of lube. He chugged half the water while you threw the wipes away and finished the bottle.

“Good night,” you murmured while Rafael settled back against your chest.

“Te quiero,” his words were muffled by your breasts.

“I love you too. And you too snoring Sonny,” you drifted off surrounded by love and acceptance. One fantasy was checked off the three of your bucket lists, what was next was still to be seen.

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icecubelotr44 · 5 years

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Clear and Present Danger (6/16)

Summary: Homicide detective Killian Jones has been searching for a way to bring Milah’s murderer to justice. There’s only one small problem: Robert Gold is the captain of the same homicide division. Enter Emma Swan, Internal Affairs investigator, looking into Gold’s shady dealings. Between the two of them, can they unravel the web of deals and lies that have gotten Gold to where he is?

Rated: T, for violence, some dark themes, angst, and whump (you expected different?

TW: character death, mention of past self-harm, fatal car accident, school hostage situation

Other ships: mentions past Millian in a good light, Outlaw Queen, Snowing

Art credit/link: The totally awesome @cocohook38 made the cover you can see above and on her blog here. Later in the story, she’s illustrated some key points to the fic and I can’t thank her enough for her work! Chapter Four’s art is HERE. Go show her some love!

Beta reader: @gusenitsaa took on this monster without probably knowing exactly what she was getting into (what do you mean 100,000 words?!) and any mistakes that you find are probably me being stubborn and ignoring her advice! Thank you!

A/N: Written as part of the 2018 Captain Swan Big Bang Challenge. You can catch up with all the other fics that are complete by following @captainswanbigbang and/or subscribing to the Group Collection on AO3 and/or the C2 on FFN. This is complete in 16 parts and will be posted every Sunday from now until its completion.

Take it away, It’s going to be a bumpy ride.

Word count: ~ 6,450 (100k Total in 16 chapters)

From the beginning: AO3 / FFN

Current Chapter: ao3 | ffn

CHAPTER SIX: OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE

Killian sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that morning alone. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before - after he'd docked the Jolly, Emma had bolted for her car so fast he couldn't even wish her a good night. He wasn't sure what he'd done wrong. He'd thought… well, he'd thought that maybe they were making progress. That maybe she was starting to trust him.

This morning was starting out spectacularly. Liam had left again, before the sun rose and before even Killian was out of bed - a note on the fridge just said "Cabin, Call You" - and had apparently taken the last of the coffee with him. The line at Dunkin Donuts had been ridiculous, some woman and her fourteen kids (he might have been exaggerating) had all ordered a full breakfast and, he'd swear, lunch as well.

Then, he'd gotten to work only to find that somehow, the greasy substance he was waiting for results on had been mishandled and destroyed. No one in the lab could explain how it had happened, but the evidence had been lost and there was nothing he could do about it.

Now they were stuck in traffic. Not the normal, pull your hair out because no one knew how to drive between the hours of seven and nine am kind of traffic. No, it was the slow, torturous crawl of bottlenecked accident traffic. According to the scanner, some idiot had stopped short in front of a tractor trailer, possibly for a small animal, and two lanes had been shut down completely as a result.

While he was glad he wasn't on that particular detail, Killian just wanted to get to Cambridge. He had a feeling that whatever Belle French could tell them, it would be worth the trip. If anyone knew LeGume and what he was into that got him killed, it would be the secret girlfriend.

"Bloody hell," Robin muttered under his breath as the car next to them merged and cut them off. His fingers clenched spasmodically around the wheel as if he were going to strangle it. "Don't they see we're in a police car?"

Killian huffed out an annoyed laugh in sympathy "It's unmarked, remember. And I don't think it's the steering wheel's fault, mate."

Robin cut his glare over to Killian and narrowed his eyes further. Killian resisted the urge to grab the wheel himself, knowing Locksley was capable of driving distracted but not wanting to make the evening news anyway.

Local homicide officers exacerbate accident. Story at eleven.

Finally, Robin gave up trying to wring the frustration out of the wheel and sat back with a resigned sigh. They weren't getting anywhere fast. "Did I tell you that Roland got a gold star for sharing yesterday?"

Killian grinned. "And you and Regina were worried that being an only child would stunt his growth," he teased jovially.

Robin rolled his eyes. "Says the man with a brother."

"You can borrow him any time you'd like," Killian said as seriously as he was able.

Robin cut a glance at him, clearly in disbelief.

"Oh, thank God," Killian muttered under his breath when they finally made it past the orange cones and could pick up speed again. Robin agreed by stepping harder on the accelerator and blowing by the soccer mom who had cut them off.

"So what did Roland share that earned him a gold star and, I'm sure, an ice cream cone?" Killian smirked as Robin grinned proudly.

"He shared his new markers with a girl at his art table. Let her use his green one, even."

Green was quite plainly Roland's favorite color. Killian knew this as well as he knew that his eyes were blue and Liam was his older brother. It was just the way it was.

Robin continued to fill Killian in on Roland's progress in kindergarten as they wound their way north to Cambridge. They finally turned down Ms. French's street and, surprisingly for the way the morning had gone, found a parking spot not too far away.

"Detectives?" Ms. French met them at the door, one hand holding it open while the other flipped up to check her watch. They were much later than Robin had told her they'd be there.

"Yes, ma'am," Robin acknowledged, showing her his badge and introducing both of them. "May we come in?"

She nodded, stepping back into the entryway to allow them access. "You said this is about Gaston? I haven't spoken with him in… well, nearly a week now."

Killian ignored the clenching in his heart that came every time he had to notify kin. "We're very sorry to tell you, ma'am, but Mr. LeGume was found dead earlier this week."

She blanched immediately, and the less cynical side of Killian whispered that there was no faking that. Whatever else she did or didn't tell them, Belle hadn't known that her lover was dead.

Robin took her arm gently when she swayed, her hand covering her mouth to stifle a cry of shock. He helped her towards the couch in the front room, lowering her gently to sit as Killian moved into the kitchen where he found a still-steaming cup of tea. He filled a glass with water from the tap anyway and brought both back to her.

"Ma'am," Killian called gently when he crouched down next to Robin. She looked up to smile blankly at him, and the empty look in her eyes was so familiar that he nearly had to turn away.

"Call me Belle, please," she allowed, taking the cup of tea from him and cradling it in her hands. "I'm not that old yet."

Killian nodded, placing the glass on a coaster made to look like an old first-edition book cover. Treasure Island, he read. The whole room was filled with books - some in floor to ceiling shelves and some scattered on the coffee and side tables. It was a miniature library and Killian got the feeling that it wasn't just for show. For one thing, the books were well cared for - but also well worn. There was no dust on the bookcases; she clearly took pride in each one.

"I don't know what I can tell you," she admitted. "Gaston and I… we talked about books. We went out up on the North Shore where we wouldn't be recognized. We didn't… he didn't talk about anything else."

Killian got the feeling that LeGume didn't do much talking at all, if the way Belle's cheeks grew red as she turned introspective were any indication. He remembered those early days with Milah. "You didn't want to be recognized? Or he didn't?" he tried.

Belle grimaced. "It was more of a mutual agreement. It wouldn't be good for him to be seen with a student, even if I weren't being graded by him. And I-" she cut herself off with a shake of her head and covered by taking a gulp of tea. It was clearly still too hot, and she nearly choked. Her eyes started to water and once that dam was broken, it was as if she'd given herself permission to grieve. Tears came fast and hard, though she was surprisingly silent.

Killian looked guiltily away, unable to handle the young woman's grief. It hadn't been so long ago that he'd been the same way: trying to put on a front when all he wanted to do was collapse into himself and break.

He might have done so irreparably if Liam and Robin and the Nolans hadn't held him together with superglue, duct tape, and chocolate chip cookies. Mary Margaret's cookies were to die for.

Some days, he still felt like he might just shatter, and even the world's fastest jigsaw-er wouldn't be able to fit all the pieces into the puzzle.

"I'm sorry," Belle managed a few moments later, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief she'd produced out of thin air, it seemed. "I know that you're busy trying to find out what happened, but I just-"

"No need to apologize, ma'am," Robin soothed, reaching out to take the mug away when her fingers slackened around it. "I know this must come as a bit of a shock."

Belle laughed daintily, but it rang hollow and the smile that crossed her face was pained at best. "A bit," she parroted wryly and Robin had the good grace to look chagrined.

"An unfortunate turn of phrase," he apologized.

Belle nodded her acceptance of this, but remained otherwise silent. Killian took the opportunity to sidle out of the room and look around the main floor. There were more books scattered haphazardly about - all well-loved and clearly taken care of, but within reach instead of on display. It looked like Belle would wander her home reading and leave the book wherever she was when she finished.

For all of the books that she owned, Belle had very few photographs adorning her walls. There were a few of her in various locations across the world, but she was alone in each shot.

"I've always loved traveling," she said quietly from behind Killian, but it still made him jump.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, placing down the copy of Oliver Twist that he'd picked up somewhere in his search. "I just-"

Belle smiled. "You were doing your job, Detective. I don't blame you for that. Do you read much?" she asked, nodding her head towards the book in front of him.

"My brother used to read this to me when we were kids," Killian allowed. "I'm afraid I don't read as much as I'd like to, anymore, though."

"None of us do."

Killian couldn't argue with that. He smiled politely and followed Belle back to where Robin was still looking contrite. They spoke for a while longer, but it was clear that the young woman's mind wasn't focused on the conversation any longer.

"If you think of anything else, Ms. French, here's my card. Please call," Killian finally allowed her an out which she took with alacrity. She snatched the card from him before looking sheepish, but ushered them towards the door anyway.

Killian would never figure out why they hadn't seen the photo on the way into the apartment. It wasn't like it was hidden, or something they wouldn't have noticed.

It was a picture of Belle, in front of Quincy Market, with Gold's arms wrapped around her from behind. They were both smiling into the camera, taken from such a low angle that it could only have been shot by a child.

"You know Captain Gold?" Killian asked before he could think better of it.

Robin's head whipped around and followed Killian's gaze to the photo.

"You mean Robert?" Belle asked offhandedly, something almost chilling in her tone.

Killian nodded slowly, the disharmony ringing in his ears over seeing his tormentor looking so happy with his arms around a woman who wasn't Milah. He looked so happy; they both looked so goddamned happy while Milah had been so miserable. Killian didn't understand. "When" - he cleared his throat - "when was this taken?"

"Oh, about three years ago."

Gold had still been married to Milah.

Killian was going to tear him apart. There wasn't a dark enough hellhole to drop him in. There weren't enough Hellhounds in the underworld to torment him. There wasn't-

Robin said something that Killian didn't catch, but it was enough distraction for him to mutter a strangled, "Thank you for your help," before nearly sprinting out the door.

The bright light of the sun assaulted him, making him blink rapidly to keep the tears out of his eyes. From the sun. Of course. Not because the bastard had been cheating on Milah for who knew how long and had spent all of that time castigating her for finding happiness with him.

"You all right, mate?" Robin asked a few minutes later, coming up to stand next to Killian so that they were shoulder to shoulder looking down the street. Killian wasn't seeing any of it.

The first time Milah had come to him, tears in her eyes and a stubborn look on her face, she hadn't told him what Gold had said to her. She'd muttered that she didn't want to talk about it, that it didn't matter; they were all that mattered to her and she'd go to Hell and back before she'd allow her husband to ruin the freedom she found with Killian. For his part, Killian had held her close and promised her the world - he'd have moved mountains or fled to the most remote corner of the world he could find if only she'd ask.

He thought she'd have done it, too, if it wasn't for her son. Killian had met the boy a few times, heard plenty of stories about "Bae"and his adventures in the Neverlands and Enchanted Forests in their backyard. But if there was one thing he knew as well as the fact that Milah loved him, it was that Robert Gold loved his son to an unhealthy degree. They'd never wrest the boy from his father's grasp and Milah would never truly leave him behind.

So Killian had settled. He'd accepted his relationship with her for what it was, loved her for the love she had for her son, and made do with the time that was given to him.

"Aye," he finally lied to Robin, squaring his shoulders and opening the car door. "Let's just get back to the station before we hit any more bloody traffic."

Emma couldn't believe it. She was looking at the results herself and she couldn't believe it. She'd found the note buried in one of Jones's files on the boat weeks ago and had tucked it in her pocket to ask him about later. He'd been dismissive, but the threat had stuck with her: LET THIS GO IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU. On a whim, she'd had it dusted for prints at an independent lab. Now, she finally had the results and she couldn't wrap her mind around it.

Detective Nottingham.

She didn't know the man well, just well enough to dislike him, but he didn't seem the type to stick his neck where it didn't belong. Still, a threat to a police officer wasn't something to be taken lightly and when Emma had questioned him, he'd been straightforward and succinct.

"Yeah, I put it on Jones's car. Bugger doesn't deserve the shield he carries." Nottingham had shrugged then and leaned back in his chair, as if he didn't have a care in the world. "Yanked the battery wire, too. Thought about… well, never mind."

Emma blinked. And then blinked again. "You're… admitting to threatening a police officer?" she asked incredulously.

He nodded succinctly, smirking at her.

"Tell me who put you up to this," she tried, sure that he'd never have admitted to it so smugly if he'd done it on his own.

A look of fear crossed his features before it was carefully masked behind the arrogance once more. "Don't know what you're talking about," he deflected - almost convincingly.

"Of course you do," Emma tried again. "The investigation into LeGume hasn't turned up any leads that would tie him to you; you had no reason to threaten Lieutenant Jones. Whoever put you up to it must have wanted the detective to look the other way. Someone told you to put that note on his car. Someone told you to destroy the evidence Jones found at the scene."

She thought that adding in that second charge would throw him off balance. Evidence tampering was much harder to wave off than what ended up being an empty threat to a fellow officer.

Nottingham just shrugged. "Nope. Just me. Thought losing the evidence would get him booted. What are you going to do about it?"

Emma read him his rights.

It was only when she finished that he began to splutter, rising to his feet with a look of utter disbelief as she cinched handcuffs around his wrists and led him to a cell. He didn't fight her, per se, but he wasn't willingly ambling along either. Emma thought about securing him in with the rest of the detainees overnight while she processed his paperwork, but wanted to make sure everything went by the book. So, a cell to himself, it was.

The clang of the jail cell slamming shut seemed to flip the switch in Nottingham, as if he had begun to realize that whoever his benefactor was - and Emma didn't need to pass a detective's exam to guess who it was - he wasn't coming to the rescue. Nottingham stalked the length of the cell, muttering under his breath the entire time, looking up every once in awhile before sulking to the back corner and starting his circuit again.

Emma needed to go fill out all the paperwork, but she was transfixed by the pattern Nottingham was making. Was he really willing to sacrifice himself rather than give up Gold?

"Thank you for taking out the trash as it were," Gold praised as he appeared behind her out of nowhere. Emma refused to jump, though he'd startled her. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye with a sneer. His eyes never left the scene playing out in front of them, Nottingham pacing behind the bars of the cell like a caged wolf.

Emma turned to face him, not willing to watch the scapegoat any longer. "You're not getting away with this," she promised, seething.

"Actually, I am." Gold smirked and leaned forward a bit. "I think you'll find that all your evidence conveniently points to Nottingham. Won't find a thing to tie me to any of this. I'm going to walk away from this with clean hands."

He was right. The bastard was right and there wasn't anything Emma could do to change it.

But that didn't mean she wasn't going to try. "That's not gonna happen," she assured herself more than threatened him. Emma had dealt with her fair share of bullies growing up. He was just another one.

"I like your confidence," Gold admitted with a disarming smile. Emma saw why Jones called him a crocodile, with all his teeth proudly glinting in the fluorescent lighting. "It's charming. But it doesn't change the fact that I win again."

Emma snarled. "You know I'm going to figure this out. I'm willing to roll the dice. Follow whatever bread crumbs I have to to finish this. And when I do, who knows what might come out about you in the process. Somehow I suspect there is more to you than a simple Homicide captain. You really want to start that fight?"

Gold grinned, but Emma could see the flicker of unease that he was trying to hide. It was gone an instant later, but Emma had seen it and that was all that mattered.

Gold's days were numbered.

"I like you, Ms. Swan," he blustered. "You're not afraid of me, and that's either cocky or presumptuous. Either way, I'd rather have you finish your investigation and get out of my precinct."

He walked away before Emma could get another word in. She shuddered with the need to do something. She was sure that Nottingham had been the one to threaten Jones and impede his investigation into LeGume's murder; he'd admitted it and he wasn't lying. But he wasn't the type to do it on his own.

No, Emma would have to dig deeper if she was going to figure out what Gold had on the officer, but she would find it and once she did, she'd use it herself to flip Nottingham on his leash-holder. With nothing else to do with or for Nottingham, Emma turned resolutely away and stomped back to her desk.

She nearly screeched when a hand darted out from the stairway and tugged her inside. Killian grabbed her wrist before she could punch him in the face, using his size to crowd her back against the wall and out of sight from the rest of the precinct.

"What the hell, Jones!" she hissed vehemently, wriggling and trying to get free.

Killian smirked, not hurting her, but clearly using his height advantage to stop her from getting free. "You want to calm down, darling?" he asked, a hint of something sharp in his tone.

Emma stomped on his instep, not hard enough to do any real damage, but enough to make him yelp and let her go.

"Bloody hell, woman," he whined, one hand pushed against her shoulder to keep her in place while the other reached in vain for his injured foot.

"Let. Me. Go!" Emma ordered, reaching threateningly for his pinky finger.

Killian gingerly put his foot down and made a show of taking his hand off her shoulder. "What did Gold want? Are you all right?" he finally asked.

Emma blinked. That was what all of this was for? "Are you kidding me right now? I thought we agreed that the less people see of us together, the better.

Killian shrugged and Emma wanted to be annoyed. She did. Half of the evidence they were able to compile on Gold had remained untainted because Killian wasn't connected with her. And she wasn't connected with him. But he looked so sincere and goddamned endearing that it was a struggle to keep the smile from escaping.

"I'm fine, Jones," she assured him softly, reaching out to lay her hand on his chest. What the hell are you doing? she thought before yanking her hand back like she'd been burned. "He was just spewing nonsense about how he's going to get away with everything. The arrogance…"

Emma could see the frustration and… was that resignation on Jones's face?

"We'll get him, Swan," Killian vowed, shaking away whatever Emma had seen in his eyes. "We have to. I have to. For Milah."

"Get out of my bloody way!" he shouts, trying to push past the two men holding him back. "That's my… that's… I need…"

God, he doesn't know what he needs. To start the day over? To be in the car with her? To get to her side, hold her hand, pretend that he was there in her last moments?

All of the above?

He knows it's too late; he heard the call for the medical examiner on the way across the city, lights and sirens blaring even though he knew he'd be suspended for it. She's already gone and there's nothing he can do about it.

But he still needs to get to her side.

"Liam!" he shouts, catching sight of his brother with a notepad and pen. "Liam, tell them to let me through!"

Killian watches as his brother looks up, can see the regret etched across Liam's face even from this far away. It's not grief there, no of course it isn't. Liam has never approved of what his little brother has gotten involved in. But Killian knows his brother isn't heartless, either. Not even his misgivings about the situation would stand in the way of-

"You can't be here, little brother," Liam says, but the words don't make any sense.

Killian shakes his head, not understanding. "Liam, I have to…"

"You have to go, Killian. You can't be here, right now. The scene-"

"I don't care a bloody whit about the scene, Liam!" he shouts, struggling against the other men still holding him back. "I need to get to her. Brother, please."

Milah is right there, still sitting in the car as though waiting for the tree to pull up its roots and move out of her way. He can't see her face, but he can see her hair, the curls blowing in the breeze. Bloody hell, he couldn't even count the number of times they'd driven down to the Cape and he'd spent half of the ride spitting her hair out of his mouth. It was all about freedom, she'd told him time and time again. She felt like she could breathe when she was with him, so the last thing she wanted to do was restrict her hair.

"I'm sorry, Killian, you know I can't-" Liam's head snaps to the side as Killian's knuckles collide with his cheek. Blood drips from a cut that one of his rings left behind.

Killian almost feels bad. Almost.

"Some bloody brother, you are," Killian hisses, yanking his other arm free from the officer and stepping back. He wants his brother to hit him back, wants to fight with someone - anyone - so he doesn't have to concentrate on-

"I know you don't mean that," Liam says calmly, pulling out a handkerchief to blot at the blood before it can sully his crime scene. That's all it is to him, Killian realizes, just another case.

"Liam," he pleads, "I have to see her. I don't care what the rules are."

"But I do," Liam insists, ducking under the tape and trying to pull Killian away.

Killian resists, tearing his brother's hand off his shoulder and spinning away from him, trying once again to get to her car.

"Killian, listen to me. You can't help her, not anymore. All you're going to do is give Gold an excuse to implicate you."

Killian freezes, but only for a moment. "You think my fingerprints, my DNA isn't all over that car? I'm already going to be a suspect, you bloody moron. What difference does it make?"

Liam takes a step back, the look on his face some combination of brotherly horror and resignation. "I'm sorry, little brother," he tries again.

"No! Liam, you have to-" he cuts himself off, shoving Liam aside and storming through the tape.

Liam grabs him one more time and Killian swings again, red coloring his vision as he gives in to the fiery anger coursing through him. He doesn't know how many times he hits his brother before he's lying facedown on the ground, Locksley's knee in his back and handcuffs around his wrists.

"No! Liam, no, don't do this! Robin, let me go!" he keeps shouting, not noticing nor caring how many eyes from the precinct are on him. Not caring about how all of this is going to get back to Gold. Let him know how much Killian still… will always love Milah. Let him see what Gold should have felt about her.

Robin doesn't move as Liam kneels next to Killian's head. Killian forces his head back, arching his neck so that he can glare at his brother. Liam is bleeding from the nose now, his left eye already swelling.

"I hate you," Killian hisses. "I hate you and I wish-"

"Don't say something you'll regret later, little brother. I already forgive you," Liam says gently. "Robin's going to get you out of here before someone decides to-"

"I hate you," Killian hisses again, but the fight is leaching out of him as quickly as it came. Even his anger isn't enough to get him out of handcuffs.

Liam nods sadly, but motions to Locksley and moves to help stand Killian up. They frog march him back to the squad car and fold him into the backseat, both ignoring the threats and the callous remarks he throws their way.

"I'm sorry I have to leave you with him like this," Liam apologizes to Robin and it just ramps the anger right back up. Liam has been apologizing for him all their lives; Killian hates it now even more than he had growing up. "I wish I could-"

"Captain Gold is already gunning for him, sir," Locksley interrupts. Their words are muffled through the window, but Killian can still hear them. "We don't need you getting in trouble, too. I'll take care of him."

"I know you will, mate. Here, I don't know if he has the keys with him." Liam hands over a set of keys, wincing when Killian's shoulder hits the glass. Killian glares at him when he bends down to make sure he didn't hurt himself. "Take him to the marina, see if you can't get him inside. I'll be along as soon as I can get away."

Killian doesn't even wait for Robin to shut the driver's door before he lays into him. He keeps screaming as they pull away from the scene.

Away from Milah.

"Where'd you go, Jones?" Emma asked softly, drawing his attention from where he was staring a hole in the wall back to her. The haunted look in his eyes frightened her; men who looked like that were unpredictable when it came to their crusades.

Captain Gold and his eventual downfall was definitely a crusade.

But Killian just shook his head as if clearing the cobwebs and grinned disarmingly at her. It didn't reach his eyes. "Nowhere fun," was all the answer he'd give.

Emma didn't need him to tell her - she could read him like an open book. She wondered how many times a month… or week… or day Killian relived Milah's death. He'd never told her the story, but officer reports put him at the scene soon after her official time of death. Emma could put two and two together.

"Look, Killian, I get it. I can't even begin to imagine what it's been like for you, working under him every day while you know what he did to her. But we've got to be smart about this. We-"

"You think I don't know that?"

Emma stared for a moment. "What part of 'we can't be associated with each other' did you miss, then?"

He shrugged. "No one's paying attention. I just…" he trails off, scratching behind his ear. It was a tell if ever Emma saw one.

"You just what?" she prompted beseechingly.

But Killian didn't answer. The slam of a door somewhere above him echoed through the stairwell and was followed by thudding footsteps.

"Go home, Jones," Emma hissed to avoid being heard by whomever was above them. "I promise I'll steer clear of Gold and his fancy words if you'll be a little more careful about being seen with me."

Killian nodded, slipping silently down the stairs before whoever was coming saw him. When he was gone, Emma slumped back against the wall and let out the breath she'd been holding for what felt like ever.

"Afternoon, ma'am," Henry Mills called out when he stepped onto the stairs just above her. "Can I help you with something?"

The sheer feeling of relief that overtook her seeing it was Nolan's rookie rather than one of Gold's lackeys surprised her. Would it really kill her case if someone saw her and Jones talking? No. She'd done fine without him before all this and she would do fine when this case was over and they were back to separate departments. So why the concern?

A niggling feeling at the back of Emma's mind told her she already knew the answer, but didn't want to admit it to anyone - least of all, herself.

"Ma'am?" Mills questioned again when Emma was silent for too long.

She nodded. "I could use some help pulling Nottingham's files," she began.

"Sure!" the rookie practically beamed at the idea of helping her. No one would bat an eye at the kid working with her, so the question remained.

Why is it different with Jones?

Hours later, Emma and Henry had pulled dozens of cases that Nottingham had closed. One thing was certain, though no one seemed to like the man, he was effective in what he did. The problem was, there were too many complaints sandwiched between the successful cases for Emma to even begin to decipher where Gold's interference came into play.

"Thank you, Henry," she said sincerely after making her last copy of the day. She was exhausted and even the rookie's exuberance had waned with the passing hours. The poor kid looked as dead on his feet as she felt.

"No problem," he replied tiredly, slamming the last filing cabinet drawer closed and pushing the lock button. He tossed her the keys, nodding his head towards the officer who was waiting to log them out. "You want to take care of 'Grumpy' over there?"

Emma bit back a smirk. "I'll handle him. You get out of here."

He grinned gratefully before slipping past the surly officer with a nod. Emma watched him go before squaring her shoulders and heading out the same way.

"It's about time, sister!" the officer growled as he snatched the keys from her. "Some of us got better things to do than wait around for you IA rats to burrow into the past."

Emma just raised an eyebrow. "I'll be back tomorrow," she promised, determined to find some kind of link.

Leroy - according to the name tag that had seen better days - just scowled. "Fine, fine. Just try not to stay so late, huh?"

Emma whipped her head around to find the clock behind his desk.

11:45pm.

No wonder the little man was pissed. Emma's stomach voiced its own protest at her long hours, the bear claw she'd had for lunch long since forgotten. She tried to look a little sheepish to mollify the officer, but he just glared and turned away. Taking the dismissal for what it was, Emma beat it out of there, determined to keep going until she'd crossed the threshold of her apartment and found her bed.

The squad room was nearly deserted as she passed by, only a few angry eyes watching her progress as she walked, head held high. She barely stopped at her desk to grab her bag before walking calmly for the elevator.

The night air was cool on her face and she paused for a second to soak it in. Boston may be filled with city air and city sounds, but it was home. She loved the bustle and the smell, the history and the modern melding into one culture that filled the city with whatever someone wanted to find. It was all there, waiting to be explored.

Her stomach growled again and Emma amended her earlier resolve to head straight home. If she hurried, she could get to Downtown Crossing and find something to eat that wasn't freezer burned or past its expiration date. Sleep could wait; her stomach couldn't.

Footsteps. Damnit.

Emma rolled her eyes as she turned the corner into the same alleyway where she'd first threatened Jones all those weeks ago. It was late, she was tired, and she'd honestly thought that he'd left the station hours ago. She was glad that Killian had taken her edict seriously and he wasn't trying to corner her in the office again, but whatever he wanted could wait until tomorrow. On the boat. After she'd had some sleep.

"For the love of God, can't you take a hint?" she asked testily, whirling around to face him.

Emma was still speaking when the fist ploughed into her face and sent her sprawling. "What the-" was all she could get out around the vice that gripped her chest when the wall behind her knocked the wind out of her.

Not Jones, her brain helpfully informed her a split second before someone's billy club sliced through the night air. Emma only just managed to duck away, the hard rod impacting her shoulder blade rather than her neck - her assailant's intended target. The blow still stunned her, making Emma stumble and throw one hand out to steady herself against the wall. The other reached for the knife she always kept in her pocket, needing something - anything - to protect her.

She rued the fact that she didn't carry her gun on a daily basis.

The familiar icy feeling of the metal grip pushed back some of the fear from being attacked. Emma harnessed the adrenaline as she'd been trained and spun on her heel to face her attacker.

Attackers.

There were three men circled around her, masks on their faces that made them look like they'd come straight off a B-movie set.

"Who are you, the Three Stooges? It gonna take all three of you to take down little old me?" Emma snarked, eyeing the badges clipped to their belts.

Cops.

Gold's men.

None of them were small enough to be Isaac, but Emma couldn't worry about their identities now. Stringbean and R2-D2 stepped back and she turned to face her third attacker head on. She ducked and slashed when the beefiest of the three took a swing at her, trying to grab her jacket. He pulled back with a howl, clutching his hand where blood oozed out. A painful wound, but not enough to slow him down, she catalogued automatically.

Keep track of all targets, it may save your life, her training echoed in her thoughts.

It was easier said than done. They came at her all at once, ducking and weaving around her own strikes and trying their best to catch hold of her. Emma wasn't aware of the damage they were inflicting at the time, her fight or flight response far too well engaged to notice trivial things like pain.

And then she was very aware of the lightning strike of pain at the base of her skull. One of the bastards had caught hold of her hair and yanked her off balance. Another trapped her arm under his and pried the knife from her desperately clenched fingers.

"What are you, seventh grade girls?" she managed to mutter before Beefy slammed his fist into her solar plexus, driving every last bit of air from her lungs.

Gasping and choking, Emma could do little more than go limp as Stringbean shoved her face-first into the brick wall. Her head hit the wall with a resounding thump and Emma slid down in spite of her best attentions.

R2-D2 began to kick at her and Emma pulled herself into as small of a ball as she could manage, wincing each time he connected with her ribs and biting back the tears - of pain and frustration both - until she could find an opening to regain her footing.

It never came.

Emma howled when Stringbean stomped on her hand, something underneath it shredding her palm open. He didn't give her the opportunity to pull it protectively into her chest, just stood with all his weight on it before hauling back and kicking her in the head with his other foot.

"Get your ass out of our house, bitch," was the last thing she heard before blackness closed in around her.

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Pairing: DeanxReader ,Sam, Cas Word count: 1,396 Warnings: Swearing, smut, very public fingering.

Final part of Interesting.

When the two of you stepped out of the bathroom, you were met with a round of applause. "Way to make her scream, Dean!“ Someone cheered.

"The lungs on that one, holy shit.” You heard someone else laugh. “Did you see the girl she went in with? She came out looking real happy, too.”

You cheeks went a bit pink, but you grinned and bowed. “Thank you, thank you.” Dean laughed a full body laugh before leading you back to the table.

“Sounds like you two had fun.” Sam grinned, as Dean sat and pulled you into his lap.

“Was it really that loud?” You asked.

“Yes.” Cas said matter of factly. “Also, why do people call out for God, and Jesus while they copulate?”

“Uh.. I.. huh.. I don’t know. It’s just something people do. Who do you call out for?”

“We’ll uh.. not go there.” Dean shot Cas a look.

More drinks were ordered, plenty of beers had. Deans arm was around you as he laughed with his brother, sometimes his hand resting on your thigh. You felt someone watching you, and you looked up seeing her again. Her, and her death glare as she watched Dean smile and look at you.

He noticed you weren’t paying attention anymore, so he glanced up and saw her. Her eyes shifted from you to him as that devilish grin took over his face again. She noticed his arm moving and glanced down, watching him slip his hand into your open jean shorts. She saw your hips roll against him as he found your clit. Looking up again, he grinned at her as he whispered something in your ear.

“Should we see if she wants to join us? Or do you want me to just get you off right here while she watches.” Your eyes shut with a soft moan. “Right here it is baby.”

“Jesus Christ Dean, come on.” Sam groaned.

“I quite enjoy Deans shows of affection. It’s fascinating.”

“Yeah, but you also find the pizza man fascinating.” Sam shot Cas a look. “Dean, just take her back to the motel.”

“I will. Soon.” He licked his lips, eyes on her as you squirmed in his lap. “The lady here had an interest. I’m judging the interests reaction to this to see if she’d like to join tonight.” It wasn’t long before your head went back on his shoulder, your mouth open and panting as he brought you closer. “That’s it, baby.” His voice was low in your ear. “Cum for me again.”

“Fuck.” You breathed out, your hips rocking as you came undone. Your hand gripping the side of his thigh. His free hand turned your face towards him, so his lips could capture yours. You whined in his mouth as your hips slowed, and his hand came out from your shorts. His green eyes opened and stared at you as you panted against his lips. “Dean…”

“Fuck her. We’re going. Now.” You nodded, happy to get up and be led out.

You stopped as he opened the car door for you. “This is… wow.”

“Normally, I would love you drooling over my car, but It’s my turn, sweetheart. Get in.”

You chucked. “Yes Sir.” You joked getting in. He groaned as he shut the door and moved around to the drivers side. “Fuck…” You groaned as the engine roared to life. Your eyes shutting, and your head going back as the vibrations hit you while Dean drove, quick as he dared, to the motel.

You were barely in the door and his mouth was on you, peeling off each others clothes as he moved you towards one of the beds. You glanced towards the other bed as he groped your naked body and kissed your neck. “Who are you sharing the room with?”

“My brother and Cas.”

“Three men and two beds?” He hummed a response, not taking his mouth off your neck. You chuckled. “I am very interested in you now, Dean.”

He grinned and pushed you back onto the bed. You bounced slightly as you hit it. “I’m very interested in you too, sweetheart.” He grinned, moving over you. You pulled him down into another kiss, before he reached for his bag on the floor and grabbed a condom.

Dean was just a good a lay as he was with everything else. Your nails dug into his back as his hips moved. His mouth on everything it could reach. And even though it was ‘his turn’, he made sure you were well satisfied before he even entertained the idea of cumming. And even then, he wanted you to cum once last time. You were a mess by then. Words were lost, sounds were the best you could offer him. Whimpers, and cries, as you clung to him. Your eyes begging him to cum, and he’d just smirk that cocky fucking smirk of his and keep going harder, faster then he had been.

Finally, he stilled inside you and pulsed. His mouth pressed to yours hard as he groaned. “Tell me you’re staying the night.”

You smiled up at him. “I don’t think I could walk, even if I wanted to leave.”

“Good.” He grinned. “Mission accomplished. I get you for a bit longer.” You chuckled as he pulled out, and tossed the condom before laying next to you on his bed. “I’m glad I got your attention tonight, sweetheart. I don’t think I would have had this much fun with her.”

“Me either, Dean.” He pulled you closer, and you snuggled up. “You really want me to stay?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I want you to stay. Get some sleep, sweetheart. I only need about 4 hours so I’ll be waking you up again soon for round two.”

You grinned. “I do owe you another turn.” You shut your eyes, and listened to his heart beat as you drifted off to sleep.

Dean had left town two days later, no promises of coming back, but leaving behind an ache for him, and a passionate kiss before he left.

He surprised you by showing up at your door a few weeks later. And he continued to surprise you every time he came back.

That first night had been over a year ago. You had an idea of what he did, why he was always away, and why there were never promises of a return. But always a promise that he loved you. He had a space in your home and in your heart. More then he ever realized.

You were putting together something for lunch when you heard a knock on your door. Furrowing your brows, you walked up the hall to open it. “Dean.” You breathed out.

“Hey, baby.” He grinned, dropping his bag just past you and pulling you in for a kiss. “God, I missed you.”

You held him tight breathing him in. “I missed you too, Dean. Oh uh… I was making myself a club sandwich. You hungry?”

“Starving, sweetheart.” He winked.

“Of course you are.” You chuckled. “Go put your bag in the room. I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh, yeah? A good one?”

You nodded. “A real good one. Now go.”

“Yes, ma'am” He smirked grabbed his bag, kissing you softly as he moved past you and headed for the room. You shut the door and went back to the kitchen. Making him a sandwich as well as yours.

Dean walked into the bedroom, and dropped his bag next to his dresser when he noticed something that hadn’t been on there before. He slowly picked up the picture. “Son of a bitch!”

You smiled when you heard it. He came out into the kitchen. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He asked. You shook your head. “You’re serious?” You nodded. “Fuck I… I need to call Sammy.”

“Take you’re time, Dean.” You smiled you went back to finishing up the sandwiches.

He pulled out his phone and dialed quickly. “Sammy, you need to get here, now.” He put the picture on the counter and ran his fingers through his short hair. “No, no nothing is wrong just… Come fast Sammy, bring cigars.” He looked up at you, a grin on his face. “You’re going to be an Uncle , Sam.” He leaned his forehead on yours as tears formed in his eyes. “I’m going to be a fucking Daddy.”

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The Turtle and his Friends

Nino stared at Master Fu. They sat on the bamboo floor across from each other, both holding a cup of tea. To Nino, the old man didn't look 186, but apparently he was. His hair was barely grey, his mustache and the tip of his goatee were a darkish grey. Master Fu had few wrinkles on his face. The man looked maybe sixty, but, he was 186. "Nino?" Master Fu spoke. Nino was pulled from his thoughts. "Yes sensei?" "You have to tell your friends," he said. "Your aging is going to slow -and every few years stop.- They're going to notice eventually." "I'm going to outlive them..." Nino said it as if those words were finally hitting him for the first time. "Yes," Fu said. "But, the miraculous need to be protected. It hurts to see your friends go, but, nothing in life is free, Nino." Nino nodded, rubbing hid eyes a bit. Fu started to get up, struggling a bit. Nino scrambled to his feet and helped him up. "We both know I don't have much longer, Nino," Fu continued. "You are ready. You can do this, you know." For a while, the two were in silence as Fu got the box that held the miraculouses. Nino stared at the box. He stared at the intricate designs that covered the chest, thoughts running through his mind. He took a deep, shaky breath. "Thank you, sensei," Nino said. "Help me to bed, young one, then your training is done, and you may leave," Fu said. "Are you... Are you going to die?" Nino asked. "You knew it was coming. It just happens to be today," Fu told him. "You will handle this with your duty to be the guardian." Nino helped the man to bed, tucked him in and sat at his bedside for a while. As he left the building for the last time, a breeze wrapped around him, warmth filling his body, a pang of sadness filling his heart. That night, for the first time in a long time, Nino fell to his knees at his own bedside and prayed. ~~~ Adrien, Alya, Chloe, Marinette and Nino gathered in Marinette's bedroom at the request of Nino. They sat in a circle, each of them looking at one another. Nini fiddled with the turtle on his bracelet. "So what's up, Nino?" Alya asked. "Why do you look so sad?" "I'm going to age slower than you guys," he said, not looking up at them. "What?" Adrien asked slowly. "When you guys are barely pushing thirty, I'll still look nineteen," Nino explained. "Unfair," Chloe said. "Totally unfair. I'd love to look nineteen at thirty." "You don't understand," Nino said, looking up at Chloe. There was a fire in his amber eyes. "I will /be/ nineteen when you guys are thirty. I will watch my best friend be lowered into their graves. I will be alone for the rest of my life after you guys are dead." Silence filled the room. Tears slipped out of Nino's eyes as he stared at the floor. The others moved and engulfed him in a group hug. They stayed like that for a while. Nino felt a little better, but not completely. ~~~ "I do," Nino said, staring across at the love of his life who was pushing twenty. Nino was hitting sixteen in his looks and age. "And you, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the priest asked. "I do," Alya answered. She smiled at Nino. "You may kiss the bride," the priest said. Alya moved first and kissed Nino, dipping him as she did. Their family and friends cheered as the two ran back down the isle. Nino lead Alya around the dancefloor as they did their first dance. His wife dressed in a different dress so she wouldn't trip. They did a foxtrot, something Alya had insisted on. I can't believe that you're in love with me by Tony Bennett played through the reception area. Nino had insisted on the song. It was the night he would remember for the rest of his life. The rest of his long life. ~~~ Nino and Alya stood in their crammed bathroom, shoving each other for more space. Nino put some toothpaste on his toothbrush and started to brush his teeth. He looked up at the mirror and noticed Alya was staring at him. That's when it hit him. She was pushing thirty while he barely looked seventeen. "Ah," Nino said, staring at his face, then he older one, sadness clenching his heart. "Ah," Alya agreed, not looking away. ~~~ Nino's feet were quick and spry, his hand guide her across the room. This is their song and a dance only perfected with years and years. Its too lively to he a waltz but too nostalgic to fit right with the modern world. Its just uniquely them with paces that savour every moment with just enough vigour. And, sometimes the neighbors whisper about Alya, the old lady with the bright eyes of a devious fox and the youngster, barely twenty, who falls inyo step with her at every path. They wont understand. They never will. This is them, frozen in time. ~~~ Nino walked into the nursing home his friends and wife were in. The nurses greeted the male as he headed towards Alya's room. Her visit was more painful, so he visited her first. "Al?" Nino asked, knocking in her door. "Come in," Alya said sweetly. "Hey Alya," Nino smiled, sitting next to her as she stared out the window. "Hello, young man," Alya said. "Here to visit your grandparents again?" Nino felt his heart clench, but he kept the smile in his face. "Yes, ma'am," Nino said, rubbing his eyes a bit. "Such a great grandchild," Alya said, smiling back at Nino. "Last week, you were telling me how you met your wife. Can you tell me again?" Nino nodded, moving to look out the window. "We were in high school," Nino began. "It was about a week into the school year when we actually started talking. She was the most beautiful girl i have ever met. "Of course, at first I didn't know I was in love with her. It took being locked in a panther's cage for us to realise out feelings for each other. We've been together for a long time now." Nino wiped his eyes. "What about your wedding day?" Alya asked, as if she hadn't been there. She didn't know that she had been. "The moment I saw her walk down the isle, I knew we'd be together ," Nino said, smiling at the memory. "Her eyes shone like those of a devious fox, her hair tied up in a tight bun." Nino smiled at the very vivid memory. "What about he dress?" Alya asked, leaning forward in her seat. "Her dress was something called Mermaid style," Nino started to explain. "It showed off her curves, God those curves, they made me feel like a school boy again. "The lace detailing was perfect, and the skirt, well, the skirt was too. I love her more than anything, but, i wish she remember just how much I do." Nino was mentally punching himself for saying that out loud to her. "She doesn't remember?" Alya asked "A couple years ago, she developed dementia. Its been a struggle, but..." Nino looked up at his wife. "We manage." The two sat in silence. "I have to go, Alya," Nino said. "I'll see you next week." He left and decided to skip the visit with Adrien and Marinette. He left the nursing home with tears in his eyes. That night, Nino prayed for the first time in seventy five years. ~~~ It was strange to watch the girl you've been in love with gor most of your life being lowered into the ground. He stood alone. Adrien and Marinette had passed a couple years earlier. Nino had no one left. He was alone. He had been for years, but he was just now coming to terms with it. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he talked about Alya to the few friends he had left, though he never really knew them in the first place. Nino went home. Alone. Well, he wasn't alone. He had Wyazz. He stared at the green, floating figure thay floated above his knee. Nino took a swig of whiskey, the only thing thay numbed his pain. "It's just you and me, Wyazz," Nino said. "Just you and me." ~Fin~ I first want to say a few things are not mine. I just borrowed them because they fit in with the plot of my oneshot. I found them on @tides-miraculous 's blog. The one where its like their anniversary was written by @life-and-signs-thereof . Te other one i forgot who it belonged to, but its on Tides' blog, so yeah. Go follow both of those people.

#nino lahiffe #alya cesaire #ml #miraculous ladybug #tales of ladybug and cat noir #djwifi

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