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cinnamonest · 3 years

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Kaeya Alberich - Yandere Profile

YES I love my eyepatch boy!! I really like him as a yandere, because he's definitely got several traits and behaviors that would make him a very unconventional/different yet absolutely terrifying one to have. Him or Diluc as your yandere is basically like playing a game on maximum difficulty. He's so arrogant dammit why does he have to make it hot

More importantly, someone take the ability to write n/sfw away from me I s2g... I go from trying to make serious content to nasty weird kinks and completely feral in .002 seconds the moment I add that readmore

tws: gaslighting, manipulation, yandere, mentions of mutilation

tws (below cut): noncon, a good deal of sadism, mentions of an*l

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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

He's actually one of the worst yanderes you could have in almost every regard, for two very simple reasons: his crippling psychological issues, and his intense selfishness. The first manifests as severe abandonment issues. It's the origin of his unhealthy feelings, most likely. Kaeya doesn't like the instability of people - based on his backstory, people always leave, or die, and even if they don't intend to, somehow it feels like abandonment, and he resents it. People leave him all alone and afraid and uncertain. That's generally all he knows, and despite the smug exterior, he's actually pushed people away quite a bit, keeps everyone at arm's length to ensure they can't become someone too important for him to accept their sudden absence. He can't care about someone, because that someone is fated to inevitably leave him, no matter who it may be.

That's why, once you manage to worm your way into his feelings and heart despite his best efforts, once he finally caves to acknowledging the feeling, he's aware. Painfully aware, because be can't stop worrying every waking moment about you, your well-being, your location. It reaches a point where he can't go about his job because he's simply too consumed with his worry.

The solution that kept him safest in the past was to avoid developing emotional attachments, but when he does, he's terrified of both your safety AND you intentionally abandoning him. Really, the latter would hurt worse, since he can't fault you for dying, but to abandon him? It would break him.

And, to some extent, he's developed a lot of prideful anger about it, deep, deep down. He feels that he doesn't deserve to be abandoned, doesn't deserve to just be left behind under the guise of some greater purpose, and he'll be damned if he just lets you toss him aside like he feels others did. Even if you reject him, he won't accept it. You don't get to reject him. He won't allow that. What has he ever done to deserve everything that's happened to him? Nothing. You're the one person who has stayed with him, and you're going to continue to be with him. Forever.

That being said, he's still somewhat confident because he's got that arrogance about him. He doesn't perceive rejection, because he's always gotten a lot of attention for his looks, even if he's never actually followed through on anyone else's attention out of those same fears. He'll write off any perceived rejection as being for some other reason, something besides an actual rejection, and he'll seek to eliminate whatever he feels is keeping you from just accepting him.

Honestly, one of the most likely to have a full blown, classic-yandere-style psychotic breakdown. He can be driven to a snapping point, if there's enough stress or obstacles, and in case of that, he'll be a lot more willing to kill, and a lot more willing to hurt you, but it's a point that would still take a lot to reach.

But what's really terrifying about Kaeya is his delusions, primarily his ability to mentally justify everything he does without hesitation. Even most delusional yanderes struggle - they feel like it's wrong, they know it is deep down, and they take time to convince themselves of their delusions, tell themselves it's ok over and over, beg for reassurance, and get defensive when called out because they know they're in the wrong. The same isn't true for Kaeya. He automatically justifies his actions by default, and has absolutely zero doubt or hesitation to do so. He doesn't even need a complex reason for justification - it's a simple one. He deserves what he wants. Anything necessary to achieve that is fair.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

Highly likely and very quickly, right up there with Diluc and Razor. And he's absolutely remorseless about it. It ties back into his delusional state and ability to justify anything he does - this is what's best for you. If you don't get that, that's your problem, not his.

He's another one to not want to pull some barbaric move like knocking you out, rather, he'd rather just trick you into walking right into your new home. He gets that you'll be upset about it, but to him, that's just part of the process. Not that he'll tolerate it for too long. 12, maybe 24 hours is enough time for you to reasonably be upset, but if you're still trying to fight him on this after that, he's going to get snappy about it, thinking you should already be over that by now.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?

You're not leaving.

It's not worth trying, really. How he manages to do it is a mystery to you, but he'll manage to keep you locked in right there at the headquarters with him. How Jean and Lisa haven't found out about you being there, how he convinced all of his guards to be on his side of things, you have no idea. Realistically, if you get out, he's likely to make you out to be some kind of criminal that needs to be found -- just not to hurt you in any way, so goes the order, and the knights know better than to question why.

He has eyes and ears everywhere, it won't take them anytime at all to find you. He's so confident in that, and combined with his pride, he doesn't feel the need to go get you himself. No, it's a lot more satisfying to sit back and watch as they drag you through the doors of the headquarters, slowly pull you to the end of the room and drop you down at his feet, where he can look down on you with that closed-eyed, artificially wide smile that tells you that you have seriously fucked up.

Escape attempts aren't going to be met with a single shred of mercy, really. The thing about Kaeya is he's ultimately a selfish, selfish bastard with a lot of deep-seeded, highly repressed emotional issues, and he has absolutely no problem with keeping you bound hand and foot, or maybe even make some permanent modifications to your body if that's what it takes to keep you. It's not a wise idea to even try unless you're absolutely certain to succeed, otherwise you may find yourself never getting the opportunity again. You don't really need those Achilles tendons intact, you know. And your ankle bones are just so fragile, they'll snap with just a little twist. Actually, that wouldn't be too bad, giving you more reasons to be grateful when he's doing everything for you.

He's not one to just let it go, either. No, escape attempts are the one unforgivable thing for him, the one thing that will make him totally and completely snap. You don't get to do that. You're the one thing that doesn't get to just disappear out of his life in a flash. Half the reason he sends the knights to get you rather than going himself is to give him some time to let the rage settle down, otherwise he knows he might not be able to control himself and might end up hurting you even worse than he intends to. He's not going to buy any excuses and won't go any lighter on you if you beg and grovel or anything. But you will apologize -- you get to choose how hard it is. You can apologize the easy way, or, if you don't want to, there are many ways to force it out. But by the end, he'll get an apology, and a promise to never try again, out of you, no matter what that takes. It's by far the worst state you'll ever see him in, and really, once is enough to dissuade you from trying again.

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

You'd have to try pretty hard. He doesn't have the sheer amount of years of life experience like Venti or Zhongli, but he's not the captain for no reason - he's perceptive, and highly intelligent.

Rather than simply mastering reading human voice and facial expressions for telltale signs of deceit, he's good at learning individuals in particular - memorizing the patterns of thought and action of a particular individual, and predicting how they will act. He can do it with everyone else with ease, how much more, then, with the object of an obsession? If you're trying to formulate some plan to trick him, he'll already predict what you'll do, if you lie, he already knows. It's creepier than the others, really, because it's not just that he can tell when you're lying, but rather he already knows you're going to lie or try some scheme before you do it. It feels so tailored and personalized to your thought patterns, it almost feels like an invasion of the privacy of your mind, which, really, is the one privacy you thought you had left.

He's great at gaslighting himself, too. He's a very good liar, and can make you believe anything he wants. He'll target your fears and paranoias, make you believe you're going crazy, and he'll do it all so perfectly you'll never suspect a thing. You'll end up coming to him for protection and guidance, exactly as planned.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

Pretty strict. He doesn't let you have any outside contact, and you're limited on what you can do when he's gone. He'll bring you some books, maybe something to draw on -- no sharp writing utensils, though. In his mind, that should be enough to occupy you.

You won't get outside walks or visits. It's just too risky for him, and he really doesn't like seeing other people look at you. If you really, really beg, and you've been on amazing behavior, and you're well into your relationship, maybe a few months or so, there's a chance he'll take you out at nighttime, or sunrise, but at the slightest sign of intentions he doesn't like, you'll be dragged back, and you won't see the sun for a long time.

You'll have a very limited wardrobe, he doesn't see why you even need to wear anything, but if you're going to be stubborn, he can get you something simple, like an old shirt and some underwear, but that's about all you can have. Any requests for actual clothing are going to be denied. It's ridiculous for him to spend money on something you don't need, and besides, he prefers it this way, y'know?

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

Generally, it's a simple one: obey. You do what he tells you to do, and you don't do something if he tells you not to. This stems to similar rules that develop: be submissive, don't be argumentative, don't be defiant. Follow those, and you can both be happy, and that's what you want, isn't it? It had better be - he's not very lenient, and will harshly punish even small offenses. As for that punishment... most of it isn't going to be sfw. That's just how he is.

What he will do is emotionally manipulate you, and he's rather good at it. You wanted to escape? Ok. He'll let you have your way, let you be alone. All alone. All by yourself, in a little room, with no one at all, which is exactly how you would have left him, had you succeeded. He knows very well how that kind of loneliness bites. He's not totally cruel, though, and he won't withhold affection from you by the time he returns -- he doesn't need to, you'll already be crying and apologizing, which is exactly what he hoped for. Not that he won't briefly mock you for it.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're crying like that because you actually missed me. Oh, you did? Being all alone isn't particularly fun, now is it? I'm sure you understand that now."

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

Kaeya's an insanely jealous person. It doesn't show on his face, but it eats at him internally. It doesn't matter if it's a love interest, a platonic friend, even a family member. It's all the same -- people who want to take your attention away from him, people who you smile at that aren't him, people you love that aren't him. He's not one to delude himself into thinking everyone secretly loves you romantically, rather, it doesn't matter. Romantic interests are the worst threat, sure, but friends and family aren't much better.

He sees himself as above killing, though. He has people to do that for him, and he likes knowing that he has that much power. He's not going to dirty his hands with it, and frankly, they're not even worthy of his time and effort to kill them. Knights and other connections can take care of it just as well.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

As somewhat previously discussed, the primary form of making him mad is attempting an escape. That's on a whole new level of anger because it strikes at a very deep, wounding insecurity. On a normal day, though, he's more easily exasperated than angry. He gets frustrated somewhat easily, especially if you're trying exceptionally hard to be a brat. He has very clear warning signs. His signature little smirk drops, he gets quiet, he balls his hands into fists and digs his fingernails into his palms. At that stage, he's irritable and might snap at you, but won't get too angry until you ignore those signs and push it.

If you do push him, though, he gets genuinely mad, which is a very quiet anger at first -- he doesn't talk much when he's mad. He acts. You'll know he's snapped when he puts down whatever he's doing, and just silently stomps over to you, face completely empty and flat, looking down at you with a cold expression. It's enough to put fear in you, but at that point, even if you apologize, you're not getting out of whatever he's planned.

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

Strongly in the "below" camp, a rather unusual stance for a yandere. Like many things with him, there's an inexplicable duality going on there. You would think that if you loved someone so strongly you'd kidnap them, kill for them, and potentially suffer consequences just to have them, that you would really think highly of them. On the flip side, you would think that if you really saw someone as lowly, you wouldn't care for them, you'd see them as disposable.

But neither is true for Kaeya, no, he balances both obsessive love and complete narcissism regarding you. You're not disposable, no, he can't live without you, he needs you. But at the same time, you're not gonna be on any kind of pedestal. No, if anything, he sees himself on one, more like a throne, and you on the floor before him, how things should be.

He has a similar mindset to Zhongli or Albedo - you're fragile, you're dumb, you're incapable, and you need someone to care for you, protect you, guide you, someone who knows what's best for you, since you clearly don't. However, he's lacking in the attitude those other two have -- there's no seeing you as an angel here. There's no viewing himself as being absolutely honored to take care of you, or viewing protecting and caring for you as some kind of privilege that they're blessed to do, the way those two do.

No, as much as he loves those things, he'll never admit it, not even to himself really. Rather, his mentality is that you should be grateful. Here he is, a very highly respected, accomplished, capable person, and you...? You have what to offer, exactly? That's right, nothing, really, only cuteness and obedience, the latter of which you refuse to give him even though you really ought to. He's taking on the burden of making sure you don't get yourself killed, and how do you repay him? By getting mad about it, throwing a fit like some little kid? He puts up with your tantrums, which are really undeserved, by the way. He puts up with your disobedience and repeated rule violations, your sheer determination to defy him when he's going out of his way to do what's best for you.

One day, he thinks, you'll mature a little bit and understand why he does what he does, and when you do, you'll come groveling and sniffling about how sorry you are, how you'll never defy him again, how you'll be good and obedient from now on, and he'll love every second of it. He looks forward to that day quite a bit.

"Sigh... you know, you're pretty lucky I love you so much. You could stand to show me a little thanks, don't you think?"

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

He's strongly determined, and yet... doesn't do much to try. It goes back to his mindset that really, you're the one who should be grateful for him, and eventually, you will love him. He's not gonna grovel to you or try different ways of making you love him, no, he's far too proud for that. But he's a smart man. He knows the effects that complete and total isolation other than one other person can have on someone. He's just going to sit back and wait for that effect to kick in, and slowly watch your fragile little mind deteriorate until you're desperate for affection. At which point, well, he can use it against you.

"You were so mean to me before, weren't you? You fought me every step of the way, and now you're just going to turn around and act like that didn't happen...? Well, if you're really sorry, I'll forgive you. But how am I supposed to believe you really are...? Maybe you can think of a way to prove it, hm?"

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Probably the severity of his degradation. As aforementioned, most yanderes, even the more confident or cocky individuals, either worship the ground their beloved walks on and sees themselves as beneath them, OR sees their darling as some sort of fragile, angelic being, and they are simply a protector or caretaker to that being.

It's a bit different with him, ever the narcissist. It's a strange duality born out of a rare mix of neediness, obsession, and pride. You're more like a toy, or a pet - an invaluable pet that he could never part with, but a pet nonetheless. He certainly looks down on you more than the average yandere - he mentally associates you as naive, fragile, even dumb like a lot of the aforementioned protector/caretaker types, but without the reverence to make up for it.

It's a bizarre duality that not even he fully understands - don't think for a moment that that means he'll ever tire of you, or view you as disposable. No, he's actually one of the most obsessive ones, yet very demanding of attention and praise, rather than giving it.

He frequently tests you - things like leaving the door unlocked, waiting outside just to see if you'll try it. Seeing you open that door, watching your face go from ecstatic excitement and drop to wide-eyed terror, it's priceless.

"My, my, you didn't waste any time at all, did you? Why do you look so surprised...? You should know I wouldn't slip up that badly."

Pet names, but in the most infuriatingly condescending way, and uses them more often when he's mad and trying to warn you that you're pushing his limits. Particularly fond of "sweetheart," especially with a low warning tone and clenched teeth.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

Horny fucker, all the way. The man has a lot of stress and frustration in his life already, that much more if you're... less than compliant with your new lifestyle. Sex, especially rough and hard, is a fantastic stress reliever.

Very little reservation. He's not crude about it, but he tends to make subtle innuendos very frequently, and laughs at your embarrassed reactions. Definitely the type to pull the whole shtick in which he says something with a blatant sexual undertone, then elaborates in a way to make it sound like having meant something else, follows with that smirk and says, "Why? What did you think I meant?" It's something he really enjoys doing, and loves to get embarrassed reactions out of people, particularly yourself.

"Touchy" doesn't begin to describe it. Pretty much from the moment you meet him, he's got his hands somewhere on your person. He grabs your shoulders when he stands behind you, he wraps an arm around you from the side when he walks up to you, he's always pressing his hands on your back and sides whenever you're navigating the streets, walking through doorways, wraps an arm around your waist when sitting next to you. It's highly uncomfortable, but really, he's just got something very subtly, but very strongly intimidating about him. You almost don't want to confront him on it. If you do, he'll laugh it off, and stop -- for maybe 48 hours or so, and then he'll be right back at it.

To the surprise of, well, everyone who's ever met him, he doesn't actually live up to the rumors of having been around the block, so to speak. His experience is actually little to none - that kinda happens when you push everyone around you away. Not that he'd ever let you know that, of course, and will probably lie if asked, but you can gleam a little bit of truth from slightly awkward movements and a bit of noticeable shakiness.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

Kind of like Razor, the issue is that he loves you, and what better way is there of expressing love? He's not much for gift-giving or words of affirmation - no, he's a lot better with words of degradation, it comes more naturally to him. And he's certainly not one to enjoy acts of service -- well, not doing them, he'll gladly take them as a sign of your love, though. No, he expresses love through touch. It's like how, when you hug someone you really love, someone you missed, you squeeze them extra tight - the love manifests as a physical urge for some strong expression. Humans are physical about their emotions -- we punch walls when we're mad, we jump up and down when we're happy, and when you love someone, sometimes you just really, really want to pound them into a mattress as hard as physically possible. That's normal. That, and really, he's got his vices. He's actually fairly weak when it comes to resisting temptations, and prone to give in to urges for physical sensations like drunkenness and sex.

Is another one to be convinced that, with time, you'll come around. And is absolutely the top candidate to be one for using your own body against you - if you get wet, if you whimper, if you cum, that's just proof that you really do want this, that you're just being difficult because you enjoy being a brat, and he'll be sure to tell you that.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

This is nearly indistinguishable from punishment, sadistic bastard

D/S dynamics

Arrogant fucker wants to be served and worshipped, you could see it coming from a mile away. Anything that puts you beneath him is going to make him happy - anything where you're where you're supposed to be. There's a lot of options, but it doesn't really matter, as long as he feels like he's in control and ownership of you in some way, and as long as you act accordingly.

He wants it to be something that’s not just for sex, but rather, he’ll end up carrying it over into normal life, whether you like it or not. If you just went along with it in hopes of getting it over with once he cums, you’re going to be in for a treat when it starts to carry over. He gets a little too used to being worshipped, and decides he likes that submissive attitude on you enough to want to see it all the time.

Petplay/Collaring

It really helps that he sees you as something of a pet already, but really, the collar is the selling point. Even if you never go outside, there's something unbearably hot about the possessiveness of it all - really, it's there to remind you of your status as property. He wants to own you, and for you to be forced to acknowledge that he owns you, and there's really no better way to do that than something with his name on it. It's even better with a leash, one he can pull on when he's fucking you to pull you back onto him over, and over, and over, hearing it choke you the more he shortens it.

But really, having you crawl towards him on all fours and obey little commands so simple they're humiliating is pretty nice, too.

Impact pain/painplay

There's really nothing quite so powerful feeling as watching you cry and squirm from it, y'know? He's another one that just likes the marks his hands, belts, or anything else can leave all over the skin of your ass and the back of your legs. The thing with him, though, is it's not even always a punishment, he just does it for fun, and that makes it unpredictable. Will definitely make you count, it's a sadistic torture for your mind and body.

Throatfucking

May be used as a punishment measure, may just be because he's craving it, either way, even if you have a gag reflex, you won't for very long. He'll train it out of you gradually, grabbing the back of your head and just slamming all the way down into your throat, holding you there, making you choke - it's a beautiful sound, really, listening to you gag, all while your throat spasms around him, it's the best feeling, really, and will definitely be used as a threat if you need incentives to behave.

Choking

Ties into the dynamics, but really, there’s not much to say on this one. He likes the power trip from having his hands wrapped around your throat, seeing you struggle, watching your face go red, hearing those little choking noises. It puts power over you into his hands, and if you get pleasure from it against your own will, that’s even better.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

Absolutely one of the ones to use it as a tool. If you have a baby, you'll be so much more bound to him. You'll need him more, you'll want him around more, you'll be much less likely to leave, and in a way it feels a little bit like a sign of ownership over you.

That being said, he's also acutely aware of his jealous tendencies, and realizes he would also be very likely to become jealous if he felt like you loved a baby more than him, or gave it more attention and affection than you do him. He doesn't like the thought.

So ultimately, the latter side prevents him from willingly trying, but if you really, really have defiance issues even after he's tried everything he can to break you help you adjust, he might consider it.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

If it's mild enough, he can just take the route of extremely rough fucking - it gets rid of the frustration, he likes hearing you whimper and squeal, and he can leave lots of little bruises as reminders of what not to do in the future.

But, again, he already gets off to putting you in pain - it'll be that much worse when you've done something to deserve it. Harder hits, no mercy whatsoever, and he just loves all your little cries, wiping away your tears and smiling at you, right before bringing down whatever instrument of pain he's chosen again. If you really, really make him mad, and he really wants to make you cry, he's not above fucking your ass, either, watching you cry and beg, but you'll learn with time that begging doesn't ever get you out of anything.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

Definitely an ass man. Likes fucking you in doggy, seeing the ripple every time you bounce back off of him, pulling your hair or arms to add some force. He likes seeing all the little red marks that his hands and belts and anything else will leave on the skin, views it like marks of possession. Grabbing, beating, fucking, it's all good.

#Jesus take the wheel im too nasty for this #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere kaeya #tw: dark content #tw: noncon #tw: non/con

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just2bubbly · 3 years

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Kidnapped?

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"Goodness, where are we?"

"How am I suppose to know?"

"It's your palace. You live here, not to mention you have a computer in your brain to figure out. Any more reasons?"

What happens when you get kidnapped in your own palace? Bizarre!

More bizarre if you happen to know the kidnapper.

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Cinder's Perspective-

"Goodness, where are we?" Kai questioned, his voice a bit higher than usual showing his panic.

"How am I suppose to know?" she retorted, her eyes trying to adjust to the pitch-black darkness around her.

"It's your palace. You live here, not to mention you have a computer in your brain to figure out. Any more reasons?" he cited.

"Yeah," she said dryly. 'Why did being near Kai rob her of her senses?!' her mind seemed to ask herself.

"I don't know," she stated after having done her best at trying to locate their position.

"What?"

"I have no idea where we are!- This place is off the records," she said explaining their situation.

"Are we kidnapped?" he proposed.

"Why would someone do that?"

"We are very important people. You are the Queen of Luna. I am the Emperor of the Eastern Commonwealth. The question is why would they not?" he said, matter-of-factly.

"We have been at peace for over a year with Earth. The Lunars have taken a liking to the new way of life. I don't think they would kidnap us," she tried to argue- nonetheless, her mind convinced her to believe that they were kidnapped.

What better reason to come up with other than kidnapping when one finds themselves in a dark chamber?!

"Then we are trapped," he suggested as she had discarded his previous sensible idea of being kidnapped.

"Probably" She stayed silent unable to think about any sane reason to be stuck in a dark room.

"We are stuck," he announced to which she nodded for having nothing else to say.

"Are you sure this place wherever that is- is in the Palace?"

"I guess so- minutes ago we were walking near The Throne Room. We have to be in the Palace, unless-"

"Unless we were knocked out and don't remember anything about it," Kai completed.

"I don't think we were knocked out," she commented.

"And why would that be?"

"My brain did not signify anything about 'System Reboot'- besides I don't think anyone of us remembers about waking up!" she explained her line of reasoning.

"Uh- okay!"

"Do you have your device?" she inquired, her brain seemed to have dawned upon the bright idea of contacting one of her friends.

"No, it's my room- I left it behind. What about yours?"

"Iko wanted it for something," she said, losing hope of seeking any sort of help.

"Do you think we are kept as hostages?" she speculated aloud.

"I am not sure. The last time I was kidnapped it made more sense," he said, using sarcasm at a time where it was least expected.

"Yeah and I was the kidnapper," she said dryly.

As her survival instinct kicked in, she examined the room and it did not look like it was a prison cell. It had no way to escape, neither a window nor a door. She wondered how they had ever entered it.

Kai sighed and sat, his back against the wall- pulling the black-tie that he was wearing loose and opening the collar button of his dress shirt.

"What are you doing?" she questioned, trying to keep her voice distinct.

"Making myself comfortable. I barely have the energy to remain standing for another minute," he confessed, as he rubbed the sole of his palm into his eyes.

"Are you okay?" she queried, suddenly very conscious about checking his health.

"I don't know, I'm tired and haven't had a good night's sleep in weeks. Moreover, this dark room is not really helping my case!" he conceded.

She thought of how she had not noticed his fatigue since he had landed on Luna. He really did his best at hiding his weariness from the onlooker.

"Are you going to stand there all this time?" he demanded, making her come sit beside him. They sat in silence not sure about where to start the conversation from. However, the silence felt comfortable, almost serene if not for their setting.

"I feel like we are trapped here," he proclaimed after what felt like a sufficient amount of time had been spent in silence.

"Thank you for the observation Kai, I thought we were having a party here," she added, her every word strong with sarcasm

"Oh really!" he exclaimed with fake disbelief. They stared at each other challengingly- none of them ready to back down until they recalled their scenario. Kai looked away making sure to groan in frustration. Always the responsible one.

"I mean- I don't think we are kidnapped or taken hostages-"

"Enlighten me then why we are here?" she snorted failing to understand him.

He glared but elaborated, "I guess we lost our way and are just trapped in some room which happens to be off records."

"Why do you think that?"

"Well, why would they kidnap two people madly in love with each other?"

"What does loving each other have anything to do with kidnapping?" she asked incredulously.

"Come on Cinder if you were kidnapped won't I be drastic to find you and vice versa- we are stuck together-"

"Kai, although I appreciate the gesture of you being desperate to find me in case I was kidnapped, you have watched too many romcoms and sitcoms. Whatever your line of reasoning is, it suits some drama better than the condition we are caught in." she tried her best to explain this to him without trying to chuckle at his dorkiness.

"Besides, how do you even get time to watch dramas?" she asked, trying to figure out how Kai had free time when she seemed to be drowning in paperwork all the time.

"I have a day off just to watch romcoms," he said with so much conviction she believed him there.

"Really? You are allowed such privileges?" Now he really had her attention- an entire day off! Cinder had had to work on Christmas as well.

"No just kidding," he interrupted before she could ask any more questions. She looked at him shocked and muttered something under her breath that made his lips quirk up.

"Kai, besides there are other people to be worried about you. I hope they don't think the Emperor of Eastern Commonwealth got kidnapped on Luna."

"Cinder, they won't think Lunars kidnapped me or you for that matters," he said trying to assure her.

"You never know! The look that Prime Minister Bromstad was shooting my way, makes me believe he wanted something like this to happen to question my moralities!" She huffed in frustration as she failed to keep her nerves in check.

"Do you think they would have started searching for us?"

"They better be- Thorne would definitely notice me when he does not find someone to annoy," She joked trying to calm herself down while trying to think about good reasons to explain this situation. Apparently, 'lost in my own palace' was not the best option she had.

She thought about how she was going to justify her and Kai's absence in today's meeting- but that was really not the worse part. The graver part of their absence would be the murmurs that would go around among the world leaders as she and Kai would enter the conference hall-provided if they ever left this forsaken place. Not to mention the rumours that would question her among her own court, once all the leaders would return back.

Words stopped coming out of her lips unable to keep the conversation going, as her mind tried to grasp the after-effects of this activity.

They had been together under the same roof after a year and all they had to said to each other were formal pleasantries. They had been in the presence of each other for the last 9 hours 27 minutes (let's not address the seconds) and their words had have been nothing but distant. Seldom they went about their duties using satire to converse better except it felt a bit too awkward to be normal and considered casual.

Although Cinder had talked with him on comms numerous times, meeting him in person after a year felt different!

Whoever said long-distance was hard-was very very correct!

Cinder had run so many scenarios of her greeting Kai for over a week- thinking about all that she would have to say in the limited period of 3 days. Alas, reality had been very disturbing. She had very stupidly stumbled over her words in an undignified manner over the sight of him. Thank goodness and all the stars for she had not blurted something more idiotic unfit for the Queen of Luna. When their gazes had met, she was going crazy by just thinking about him and now as if fate was rewarding her for her own stupidity-she had no idea what to say to him stuck in a room alone. Uh!

"I missed you," he blurted out of the blue. It was so unexpected, she contemplated if he had said that just to fill the infinite void of silence between them.

"You missed me?" she challenged, knowing very well that it was not the best thing to say. The appropriate answer would be ' I missed you too." Cinder was never the one to be following rules- hell, she had worn trousers suited with a dress shirt to her own birthday party instead of the classical ball gown she was supposed to.

Even if she would not admit it loudly, she felt happy hearing those words -never having the joy of hearing them from anyone else.

It was the first time someone had said those very said those words aloud to her. Iko never had a chance to miss her as she was constantly with her. She had known Kai and the others for over a year only throughout which the idea of rebellion and their unforeseen, sudden deaths was constantly looming over them -so words of missing each other had never been vocal.

She had a chance of saying 'Miss you' to Peony uncountable times but even then that had never happened. Cinder had never gone very far away to be missed by anyone. Until now.

He nodded and she cursed the darkness wondering if Kai's ears had turned pink.

"Is that so hard to believe?" he asked, failing to keep the concern out of his voice.

"No," she muttered and softly added, "I missed you. Beyond your wits and imagination-"

Unsure if had heard it or not but as she felt him take her hand and move closer to her ear she knew he had heard her. His lips were at her ears and the sudden contact made her shiver in excitement.

"I can imagine- you know having experience with- missing your aunt and all. "

She knew it without being able to see that he was smirking- without caring about how rushed, reckless and rash her actions were - her lips were on his and as if he had anticipated such a response out of her, he was kissing her back without a moment to lose. It felt good to have him near her- just moving her hand through his dark black hair while he held onto her other hand- her cybernetic one. It was not much of symbolism but she felt assured that he wanted her- whole- with her cybernetics, just like she wanted him. It had been mere seconds since their lips but she was already out of breath. Her lungs were burning from the want of oxygen just like her heart that had gone warm with desire.

She moved back to breathe yet she was just millimetres away from him- their foreheads touching. Their eyes locked and the next second they were doubling over with laughter-vibrant and clear.

The kiss was brief yet sweet filled with assurance and hope but it felt like it had broken all spells of awkwardness between the two. This moment was so full of love and happiness, that she wanted to bottle it up and drink from it again and again once Kai would be gone. Her worries were forgotten for a while, as she took in his lean frame, his long hair that fell over the copper-brown eyes that looked like they were looking through her soul as if she was some sort of art.

"I missed you," she whispered in the crook of his neck meaning each word.

"Me too!"

She inhaled his scent- closing her eyes as she took in the exhilarating smell of cedar and sharp mint.

"Cinder?"

"Kai," she whispered back.

"Look," he told.

'Hmmm"

"We are no longer inside the room"

"What?" she said her eyes opening to look around- it was true. She was not in some dark room, she was a few feet away from the Throne Room.

She whirled around not trusting her eyes, "How is this even possible? We were trapped just now and now-"

"You don't sound so happy?"

"What?! I am obviously happy but-"

" Is being trapped with me so bad?"

"Kai! No-"

Realizing he was just playing around with her she huffed and glared at him while he settled for a grin. He was going to be the end of her!

"Kai, Be serious! " she ordered her voice commanding. However, her eyes held no anger only bewilderment.

"Oh yeah- I completely forgot. I got caught, more like trapped somewhere near the left of the Throne room. Can you figure it out for me? The place is like some sort of magical room it appeared out of nowhere and it was gone."

"Hmm..sounds interesting!" Iko mumbled, her face full of concentration as her slender fingers tapped on her chin as if thinking deeply.

"Were you alone?" she inquired.

"Ac-actually there was someone else with me." She was not sure if she wanted to share details of her time in a dark room with Iko but convincing herself she admitted, "Well, I was stuck inside with Kai."

As if this piece of information was very vital, her eyes sparkled as they changed their colour to bright, joyous, warm yellow.

"A private place- no disturbance," she said pointedly.

"What?"Cinder asked confused over her remark of 'private place'. The smirk on Iko's pretty face made Cinder suspicious and then it clicked together- like a painting kept inside water becomes clearly visible once the water goes still.

"Uh! Sorry, I was just thinking about a few things-" he said, his eyes glossed up with emotion much similar to wistfulness.

"Are you feeling nostalgic Emperor Kaito?" she proposed, not quite sure about what Kai was remembering.

"Probably yes," he admitted his head turned to look at her among the company of her friends.

"You have memories attached to this place. I can only imagine the young Emperor grieving over the loss of his first wife. I hope your heart has found peace without my aunt around."

"It has been a hard year but I have found solace without dear Levana," he said with such a grieved tone that it was almost convincing if not for his eyes that were twinkling with humour and mirth.

"Let's hope you have a good time in my abode, Emperor."

"That I would surely have," he said with a smirk playing along his very pretty and tempting lips which was followed by a wink.

"I guess we have had enough flirting for the evening. Now if you two would move-"

"Captain why would you disturb them? They look so adorable together" Iko squealed casting a look of love towards her.

"Aces, If they had continued I would have thrown up," Thorne complained earning a glare from everyone around him especially Cinder who was on the verge of strangling him for having disturbed their moment.

"Thorne, they are not being adorable now that you have disturbed them," Iko whined to an amused and proud looking Thorne.

Forgetting the two who had very unapologetically interrupted their exchange, Cinder whispered, "Next time somewhere bit private, unlike my throne room. How about that Emperor?"

He cocked his head and agreed, taking a pause as if pretending to think about it, "Your wish is my command, My Queen."

It made complete sense- the room appearing and disappearing while her schedule was clear, with no one but them on the floor while they were trapped. Later, she was secured after quality time spent with Kai. It was obviously Iko, she should have known.

"Iko," she yelled as her friend slipped away from her chambers.

"You asked for it," she shouted back.

And like perfect timing Kai, walked along. She supposed that this was part of Iko's plan as well.

"What did you ask for?" he asked, coming to stand beside her while she rested her head on his shoulder.

"That room- it was Iko all along!" she offered.

"Apparently it was not just Iko- it was Iko AND Thorne."

Her friend was going to get a hell lot of yelling later but right now Cinder was thankful for what she had done.

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A/N: Okay, the entire book series has the phrase 'Miss You' said only 4 times. I drift a bit away from canon in this part of the fic because Cinder did say 'miss you' to Peony while she was in quarantine and to Kai while he was leaving for Earth after the revolution. Even he had said those very words to her before Thorne dropped him off to New Beijing. I just choose to avoid those moments, probably because those words did not carry much meaning in the heat of the revolution. I believe Cinder feels guilty for never having expressed her thoughts of fondness for Peony in the pandemic- type of society that they lived in, where life was not exactly what I would call guaranteed.

And well Angie aka @gingerale2017 - Thank You for the request. I know I took too much time to revert back to it (I think approximately 4 months) but I did not really find a nice plot until now and I have made a few changes just to align with my ideas- so if you were expecting something different... I'm sorry! It felt wonderful writing this! :)

Thank you again! <33

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The Dark Flavor Of Addiction Chapter Twenty Four (worksafe)

There is always something quite calming about the water. About the way it ripples in constant motion, with the lingering remnants of sunlight reflecting across it’s surface. It’s not as bright as it could have been, not with evening fast drawing near. It’s not yet dark, the sky still a mix of a burnt golden orange. There’s some other shades that streak into that color, some reds and a purple on a canvas made practically barren of any clouds. Their absence means it would be the perfect night for sailing, the sea never more tranquil than in the span between storms.

Certainly it’s a more peaceful sight than the danger that is soon to blanket the town. A fight is coming, the first punch thrown in a battle that might just be the end of everything anyone has ever known. It’s that what makes the witch’s plans all the more frightening, that unknown factor, the hows and whys of what she wants versus the reason that motivate her. Of that we have not a clue, Zelena an evil no one understands, no one knows, and most of all no one remembers.

Not even me. For all the memories that I have, for all that I remember of the year that everyone else has forgotten, Zelena is still a mystery. I suppose I am to blame for that, for my choice in isolating myself from the rest of the group. There’d be guilt in that realization, if I had it in me to care. I don’t, this town and it’s problems, it’s people, all things I easily cast aside. It’s MY needs that I make a priority, my wants and desires that rule over my actions. It’s so blatantly selfish, and I’m so unrepentant a pirate, justifying my own happiness as the most important when it came to the right and the wrong.

It’s not even the first time that I’ve done this, that I’ve actively acted to damn this whole town. Though it’ll be a much different outcome this time around, no hesitation in me when it comes to thoughts of leaving. There’s no room for Emma Swan, no interest and no lies, the woman unable to appeal to me, unable to even try. There’s no fantasy she can maintain, no words pretty enough to make me believe in her false hopes. I’m free of her, free of the madness and the delusions that had sprung up in her wake, Emma just a footnote in my past while Belle is my glorious future.

It’s that future I take active steps to secure, that end I strive for, my happiness and Belle’s safety all the reason I need to take the choice from her. It’s not something that she’ll appreciate, not immediately but in time? In time she will get over it. She’ll have to, my patience such that I’ll wait as long as need be for that forgiveness to come. I’d wait even longer for her love, for Belle’s heart to at last open itself to me entirely.

There’s less room for patience where other people are concerned. I hear the wood creak under quick, scurrying footsteps, see the shadow loom large as William Smee falls into place besides me. He’s got his red cap off and in his hands, wringing it with his fingers in a display that is meant to appease the worst of my anger.

“You know how much I don’t like to be kept waiting, Smee.”

“Begging a thousand pardons, captain.” The man stammered, all red faced and out of breath. “I couldn’t be getting off work any sooner. Not if I wanted to keep my job.”

“Job?” I can’t keep the disdain from my voice, the sneer at the thought of Smee doing any kind of honest day’s work. “Have you forgotten Smee, that you are pirate and not some fisherman!?”

“Oh no, Captain!” Smee exclaimed. “I haven’t forgotten that at all. But in this world as it is, if I be wanting to stand any chance of having some money, I have to do something to earn it.”

“Hmph.” I snorted at that, still staring at the water rippling about Storybook’s harbor. Smee vibrated with his tension, with that anxious air of energy as he waited and failed to keep quiet.

“Captain? Have….Have you given any more thought to what me and the boys have been wondering?”

He can’t seem to hold still, fighting with the red knit cap of his, while bracing himself against hope and the back hand I am sure he is expecting. He’s actually cringing in place, but despite that, there’s a bravery inside him. A strength that I hadn’t always appreciated, Smee a bumbling idiot when it came to so much, but always ready to ask the unpleasant questions that were meant to make me think. It’s an admirable trait that has helped ease my fat out of the fire more than once in Neverland, even if I hadn’t always liked him questioning my decisions.

“No.” I turn to look at the man, to watch him deflate with his disappointment. I let him wallow in it a moment longer, than smirk, clapping an arm across his shoulders as I pulled him in closer for a conspirator’s whisper. “I’ve been thinking on something much BETTER.”

“Better?” Smee is confused and shows it. “What’s better than pirating the high seas?”

“Happy endings, Smee! Happy Endings and the pursuit of them.”

“Uh….I don’t be understanding.” He admitted to me. “Even if a happy ending was in reach, there’s no way to have it in THIS town. Not with the witch and her flying monkeys about!” He seemed to shiver then, almost as though Zelena frightened him more than I ever had.

“Yes, she is a problem.” I agreed. “For THEM.” I grinned and let go of Smee, staring out across the harbor. “How fast can you get a ship?”

“Captain?” There was an undercurrent of excitement in Smee’s voice now. “Do you mean it?”

“Aye, that I do.”

“Great!” Eyes all a twinkle, Smee was ever prepared for my wants and needs. “I know JUST the ship to steal. The fastest and smoothest ride ever to be found, second to none save the Jolly Roger.”

“For ALL our sake, it better be.” I point out as reminder to him. “You better be right about this ship, Smee. We need not only outrun the witch and her monkeys, we need do the same to her magic.”

“Leave it to me” Smee promised. “I’ll get the old crew together, and within a night or two, we can have the ship ready.”

“The sooner the better.” I start to turn to leave, then think better of it. “Smee?”

“Yes, Captain?”

“Can you get your hands on those metal bracelets that this town’s savior is so fond of using?” I’m thinking of Belle in the moment, thinking how it will be easier to carry her off if her hands were bound.

“Handcuffs?” Smee’s brow had furrowed. “Sure, but why would you be needing that?”

“I can think of a reason or two...” I smirk with that, thinking not only of the kidnapping, but other, more pleasurable play that could be had with a bound Belle. But first I had to see her secure and safe, and far removed from this town and it’s many dangers.

“Um right...” Smee sounded unsettled. “Is there anything else I should be seeing about getting? Er besides the ship and some supplies?”

“Don’t want to bog the ship down with too much weight.” I shake my head then. “Not with magic to outrun...Besides, whatever else we need, we’ll easily be able to TAKE. There’s a whole new world out there, with a whole new sea, and the ships to sail them.”

Smee was grinning from ear to ear. “Right you are about that, captain! This world is a marvel, with a magic all it’s own. I’ll never forget the wonder that is frozen yogurt.”

“Still thinking with your belly, eh?” I ask, and Smee colors a spotty shade of red.

“There’s WORSE things to think with.” He counters. He then sputters out an apology, as though realizing what he had just implied.

“No, it’s...it’s FINE, Smee.” My tone is more sigh then hiss. Because it hadn’t been so much my brain that had been doing the thinking, but my heart and a decidedly male part of my anatomy. That angry lust, and those hurt feelings, and in a way I was still thinking with my body, with my desires, wants, and needs.

“Ah...” Smee hesitated a moment, as though trying to gather his courage. “Captain? If I may be so bold?”

“My temper has never stopped you before.” I was only half joking as I grumbled, remembering all the times I had snapped and snarled and even physically threatened old Smee.

“Ah yeah, there is that...” He agreed. His fingers were back to nervously playing with the cap, crushing it, and the smoothing it out. His fear and anxiety didn’t stop him from voicing the question, from asking the reasons behind my sudden change of heart. “Not that I be minding...” Smee hastily added. “But that last time that I asked, you were absolutely intent on staying in Storybrooke. I be wondering what changed, and so will the crew, as excited and eager as they are to get back to the sea…”

“Everything.” I say, then hesitate. “Everything and nothing.”

“Captain? I don’t quite understand...”

“That’s fine Smee, I didn’t quite understand it myself.” I admit. “I hadn’t for a long time...” I make a fist with my hand, as though grasping hold of something. “I spent all this time in denial, all this time hurting and lashing out, refusing to find the fault within me, the blame that is my part in this whole mess.”

“Hurting?” Smee frowned. “Over what?”

“Not what, but who.” I correct him. Belle’s face came to mind, that heart breaking loveliness, her soulful blue eyes, and those lips that were a potent pouting sensuality. Even sad she was beautiful, her heart’s turmoil making Belle absolutely perfect in my eyes. It was a new appreciation that I took in her grief, that I thought on her heart, and it’s capacity to feel so much where I was concerned. Without even a conscious decision, I smiled then, and Smee noticed THAT too.

“Who? And what woman be we talking about?” He asked. “Emma Swan, or the Dark One’s...” He hesitated, as though trying to settle on the right word for what Belle meant to Rumpelstiltskin. I didn’t give him the chance, turning a wide eyed surprise at his keen eye for this detail.

“You mean you….?”

“Oh it’s not hard to notice the times you’ve stolen off to be with her.” He wasn’t grinning though, Smee giving me a searching look. “The question is WHY. What reason could there be, what game were you playing, to take up with a woman that belongs to the Dark One.”

“She doesn’t belong to him!” I snap. “Belle belongs to ME!”

Smee actually took a step back, though he didn’t stop with his prying. “And why would you say that?”

“Because it’s the TRUTH.” It’s a furious hiss I speak with, advancing on the nervous Mr. Smee. “It’s not revenge I am after, it’s not even just lust’s satisfaction. It’s her HEART that I be wanting, and it’s her heart that I will HAVE.”

“You sound as if you...you want love.” stammered Smee.

“I DO.” There was strength and conviction to my words, Smee all wide eyed with shock before he suddenly broke out into a grin.

“Then I suppose I better be getting you those handcuffs.” He said it with a cheeky little wink. “Since Miss Belle is not the type to easily abandon a whole town in danger.”

“No, she’s not.” I agreed. “She has too noble a heart for that.” I then gave a jerk of my head, a clear cut dismissal for Smee to get on with it. He was all to eager to oblige, scurrying off like the rat he had once been, hurrying off to get together the crew, and start the planning and prep work. His exiting foot steps couldn’t drown out the sound of what I thought was the beating of wings, but a glance skywards showed that there was nothing there. No birds, and certainly nothing that resembled a flying monkey. I frowned all the same, unnerved by the sound, by what I thought it implied.

“You won’t stop me.” I mutter out loud. “No one can.”

With that, I turned away from the water. There was only the fewest streaks of sunlight left, night almost upon me. I had to hurry if I wanted to get back to the town’s square, to the main street where the duel was set to take place.

It would actually be nightfall, by the time the library’s clock tower came into view. I could hear the starting roar of a nervous crowd, what sounded like nearly the entire town gathered to watch the battle between witches. Closer yet, and louder than the crowd just barely, was David’s voice, Prince Charming shouting for attention.

“Everyone, listen to me!” He is saying. “We need you to all get back to the safety of your homes. There’s nothing worth...”

“No one is going to anywhere!” It should have been impossible for such a calm utterance to have even been heard over the protesting crowd’s many speaking voices, and yet thanks to her magic, Zelena’s voice was heard as clearly as a bell ringing. Immediate was the reaction, the crowd gasping and looking around, trying to pin point where that sound had come from. I took advantage to push aside a few people of my own, in my quest to find and get close to Belle.

I spot her near to where David is, Belle standing next to his wife, and his daughter, and all three are also looking around for the witch. It’s Emma who sees me first, who does a frowning double take, her own eyes angry and disproving. I just smirk at her in all my unapologetic glory, and stride even faster.

“Hook...” She scowls. “We don’t have time for you now.”

“More’s the shame for you, cause I don’t have time for YOU either.” I retort in a glib manner, hearing the crowd gasp. For one second I think they are reacting to what I have said to their savior, but then I realize the crowd has found her, has found the witch, Zelena with her slave in tow. Rumpelstiltskin is every bit as disheveled as he had been the day before, and just as menacing, with his eyes as black as they were. Zelena’s come prepared to make good on her threats, and it’s a short leash that she has the Dark one on.

He fights it though. Fights it every step of the way, that reluctance inside him. It makes his body lurch and jerk in place, every step forward a victory of the dagger.

“Rumple.” I hear Belle whisper it, that tiny moaning utterance that makes the Dark One’s head snap around, his eyes seeking out the woman, just as I fall into step besides her. I meet the eyes of the monster, and glare, all fierce smirk and seething intensity. Rumpelstiltskin looks at me, then becomes dismissive, turning away from the sight of me, and the sight of Belle, as though he can’t bear for either one of us to see him this way.

He’s ashamed. I realize that with a chuckle that makes the Dark One flinch. I don’t believe for a second he cares about what he might be made to do to the town, and everything to do with the fact he’s been made Zelena’s slave. He doesn’t like being made so weak and so vulnerable before everyone, so unabashedly at someone’s mercy. Not that I think the witch has any, the woman gliding through the frightened crowd of people, that part as though by wind. No one wants to get too close to Zelena, or to the Dark One, not even to see the Evil Queen possibly lose.

“This show after all, needs an audience.” Zelena says with that airy amusement. She’s in all her wicked witch finest, all form fitting ebony fabric, whose skirt drapes down to just short of her ankles. There’s a fist sized emerald about her throat, and a long pointed hat on her head. She looks so out of place here among the people of this town, though back in the Enchanted Forest, her odd costume would have blended her right in.

“Out of my way, munchkin.” She snaps at the one person whose fright had kept him from moving away with the rest of the crowd, the man just standing there shaking, slack jawed and terrified.

“I’m...I’m a DWARF.” He manages to stammer.

With a roll of her eyes, and barely another look spared him, Zelena sneers. “That’s even WORSE.” She’s got the Dark One’s dagger in hand, and she’s gripping it tighter with gloved fingers as she looks around and around. It is then that I realize just WHO is missing, the Evil Queen nowhere to be found. The witch realizes it too, her voice angry as she demands to know just where Regina is.

“Hmm!?” She says with a hand on a hip. “Don’t tell me she is a COWARD.” No one answers, no one dares, the crowed just standing there, all a fright with anxiety over what Zelena’s displeasure will make her do.

“Well, this isn’t good.” A black booted toe is tapping on the pavement. Zelena smiles, but it’s all angry menace, her green eyes narrowed and blazing with threat. “For any of YOU. If my sister is not here in five minutes...” She’s got a flair for the dramatic, pausing like that. I take advantage to ease closer to Belle, to none too inconspicuously place a hand and my hook on her shoulders. Belle immediately reacts, startling in fright, then shooting me an angry look as she tries to wiggle free of my grip. I only hold on tighter to her, and it’s either put up with the touch, or make a scene, and somehow I doubt she wants Rumpelstiltskin to find out THIS way.

The crowd then gasps, and I realize I’ve missed the rest of Zelena’s threat. It doesn’t matter. She’ll start the killing, either by her magic, or by his, Rumpelstiltskin looking tense, those ebony colored eyes a dark menace despite all his intents and wishes.

The Savior can’t stand it, can’t take the wait OR the threats, Emma Swan stepping forward towards Zelena. Her mother tries to grab her arm, but this time Emma is too fast, the blonde hair woman aggressive as she stands toe to toe with Zelena. “You’re not killing anyone.” She tells her, while Zelena gives her a smirk. “If you want to fight someone, you’ll fight ME!” Her fists are already clenched and at the ready, though what Emma thinks she can do against magic is anyone’s guess.

Zelena looks at Emma as though she is actually considering it. That or judging the savior’s potential, the witch suddenly sneering. “Oh sorry dearie. I don’t dance with amateurs.” Her laugh is one of mocking derision, Zelena moving to step past this obstacle when Emma snarls in stubborn defiance.

“I am not an amateur.” She says, her mouth fixed in a grim, determined line. “I am the savior.”

That gets Zelena to stop, and give Emma a second look. “Well!” It’s an annoyed scoff of sound. “Someone’s got an inflated sense of self worth.” She gives a little nod, and there’s meaning and intent in that slight gesture. Emma braces herself, her hands at the ready but it’s not Zelena who attacks, but the Dark One. With just a raise of his right hand, Rumpelstiltskin makes Emma fly. She shoots back as though thrown, some invisible force of dark magic propelling her towards a group of people. Most get out of the way, but two are hit hard by her body, Emma’s name screamed out by so many. David and Snow White are already there, rushing to help her and the others up. Belle tries to follow, and I haul her closer, breathing words into her ear.

“Oh no, you don’t!” Those firm words earn me a look, an angry reprimand of blue that can’t get me to let go of her.

“Anyone else want to give it a go!?” Zelena is angrily shouting, waving the Dark One’s dagger about with intent to use it. She is laughing madly, pacing about, stepping close to people in a power tripping display to feed her ego, when a voice brimming with confidence speaks.

“I do.” There’s a smug elation with those words, a small group of people to one side, pulling apart to reveal just who had spoken. It’s the evil queen herself, Regina standing there clad in a black all her own. There’s only one bright spot of color to her otherwise dark ensemble, that bold red that seems so out of place on her hand.

As big a smile as the Evil Queen is wearing, it’s nothing compared to the visceral satisfaction Zelena shows. She smirks with it, and takes a step towards the advancing Regina, until the two are just inches from each other, in the middle of the street.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you?” Regina asked, then narrowed her eyes, a vicious smirk on her face. “Black is MY color.”

There’s a giggle in response to that, such a carefree and unconcerned laugh. “But it looks so much BETTER on me.” The witch is all grin, that smirk of hers just as smug and as vicious as anything Regina has ever shown. It’s gone in the next instant, Zelena sobering to serious. “I was beginning to think you weren’t going to show up.”

Regina is just as serious, brimming with a seething hatred. “I couldn’t let my sister off that easily.”

“Oh?” There’s no wide eyed innocence in that one, Zelena all cold calculation as she paces even closer to Regina. “So you’ve finally accepted me into the family?”

“No, no.” Regina corrects her. “I may have accepted that we shared a mother, yes, but I still have one question.” She steps right into Zelena’s path, gets right into her face, and hisses. “What the hell did I ever do to you!?

There’s a glare for an answer, Zelena sneering. “Isn’t it obvious?” She practically spits the words into Regina’s face. “You were BORN.” That is all it took, the reaction immediate, the Evil Queen doing a hard, vicious slap across Zelena’s face. It actually rocks the witch’s head to the side, though she doesn’t drop the dagger.

Regina then grins with an immense sense of satisfaction, eyeing the blood that colors one corner of Zelena’s mouth. “I’ve been waiting to do that ALL day.”

A gloved thumb touches to the blood, the witch giving a grotesque kind of grin that is more grimace than smile. “Rumpelstiltskin can’t save you this time.”

“I wouldn’t want him to.” Regina starts to say, only to find herself pushed back with magic, violently thrown against a brick wall. The crowd panics, everyone starting to scatter, and Zelena doesn’t seem to even care that she is losing her little audience.

“He should have chosen me!” She screams at Regina.

“Who?” She gets up off the ground with a groan, brushing the dirt and debris off her clothing in an almost absent minded manner.

“Rumpelstiltskin.”

“That is what this is about!?” There is a total disbelief to her words. “You’re JEALOUS of me?”

There is indeed that much in her eyes, the vivid green of them matching the emerald at her throat. There’s also a hatred, a deep seated resentment that burns in the narrowed depths of the witch's malevolent gaze. She doesn’t get to speak, for Regina is suddenly laughing, looking upward to gesture above them. There’s the heavy moan of protest, and the sound of thick cables snapping free. Sparks rain and shower down in it’s wake, the large metal traffic light being driven down towards the witch.

There’s a gasp, and actual scream, but it’s not Zelena who voices it. No, she steps calmly out of it’s path, and it’s the crowd who has to run to avoid being caught in the crossfire of that sparking monstrosity’s path. It barrels down main street, and I start to pull Belle out of the way.

“It’s not safe here!” I say to her.

“It’s not safe anywhere.” She counters, but steps along with me quick enough. She’s not the only one, the townspeople on the move. They’re all ignored, neither Zelena nor Regina sparing one bit of attention to the panicking bystanders.

“You still don’t realize what you have. You never did.” hisses Zelena, who then screams with all the anger inherent in her soul. “You got everything that I ever wanted, and you didn’t even deserve it. But now? Now I’m going to take it ALL from you!”

Her magic sends Regina flying again, and there is the horrific sound of metal crunching underneath the fallen queen’s body. It’s a blue car that she’s slammed into it, and for one second Regina lays there stunned.

“My car.” moans a dwarf in disbelief, another pulling at his arm in an effort to get him to run.

There’s a grunt of sound from Regina, the woman struggling to sit up. She can’t quite keep from groaning, but it is anger that touches down on the ground. She is furious, stalking towards her sister, with flames sparking in her hand. It’s a large flaming fireball, and Regina is so full of hate at the moment.

“That...she can’t be serious!” Emma exclaims but Regina is already moving to throw it. It suddenly goes green in her hand, than dissipates with a hiss leaving Regina to look down at her hand in complete shock. It’s a mistake, Zelena seizing hold of her the second Regina is distracted. That choke hold is one of magic, Zelena effortlessly lifting Regina up off the ground by a span of a few inches.

“You can’t beat me little sis.” It’s an almost gentle sound, that voice gone soft with her assured victory. “Everything that Rumpelstiltskin taught you...?” Zelena leans forward into Regina’s path. “He taught me too.” But it was hardly a happy revelation, Zelena looking angry again. “But I was the BETTER student.”

It is so sudden, and so shocking, Regina up in the air, up higher than she’s ever been, and she’s crashing into the clock tower, actually breaking glass with her body. The few remaining bystanders all scream in horror, the evil queen not only shattering glass, but going through it. It’s such a violent explosion of sound, and there’s glass raining down on us all.

I put up my arm, try to crouch and cover Belle with my body. There’s glass in my hair, glass on my coat, and Zelena is laughing, that elated sound of her ultimate triumph. I hear what I think are her boots crunching down on the glass, and then I hear nothing save for the last bits of glass to hit. I wait a few more seconds, wait and then cautiously look up, my hand over my eyes to protect it from any glass that might still be airborne. There’s no sign of the witch, no sign of anyone but the few people who remained, many cowering in place, some even injured by the glass that had fallen. But at least Belle is fine, my body having protected hers from the worst of the glass shower.

“That was close.” I mutter to her. She’s looking up at me with a dazed look, her mouth gaping open in sweet invitation.

“Are you okay?” She manages to ask, and I start to nod.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re BLEEDING!” She points out in a strangled tone, looking at something. I blink in surprise, then realize that I am, a thin trail of blood running down the side of my head. It’s nothing too severe, and I tell her as much, but Belle still looks troubled. She stares at me, actually takes a step forward as though she would run trembling fingers in search of the wound. “Why would you....?” She breathes out an unfinished question.

I look at her with all the feeling that I can muster, all the emotion, both the good and the bad, and go to catch hold of her hand. She trembles MORE, staring at me with those parted lips. I’m staring too, so ready to spill my heart to her, when I hear Emma shout.

“Gold!”

I watch the moment between us die, watch whatever feelings had stirred inside Belle give way to guilt and to shame. She snatches her hand back just before my fingers can close around her wrist.

“Don’t!” I whisper an urgent plea, but it’s too late. Belle shakes her head no at me, and spins faster than I thought her capable of, the woman intent on the Dark One.

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To Be Continued.…

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