#oh yes they “ran away” to Europe together with Will

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#hannibal #hannibaledit #mads mikkelsen #tvedit #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #obviously the scariest thing for Hannibal Lecter is to fall in love and run away with someone #oh yes they “ran away” to Europe together with Will #jack crawford #rinaldo pazzi #aperitif #contorno #hannimake #mistikfiredit

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Bucky x reader where they get reunited after he gets back home, Mabye a very sappy and fluff and him getting back into demestic like w his girl and Mabye she’s like a clothing maker or m clothing mender/ tailor and that’s how she stay afloat while he’s gone and had no idea she was able to create things like that.

hi, babe! 💕 this is my first Bucky request – I believe I have at least one more in my inbox – and as I have promised, I gave it a chance to write for him 😅 I hope it's good enough because it felt totally different to write for him than for Buck lol 😁

Bucky was a never ending trouble in the best meaning of this word. He was loud, funny, playful, teasing and full of energy. Life with him was a rollercoaster you never wanted to get out of. When he went to Europe, it was as if he had taken all your sunshine and happiness with him.

The days were long and grey – boring. It was all about going to work and coming back home to listen to the radio and read all the letters you had received from your fiancé. That was for a few first months but then you found a hobby.

It had started with looking at the magazines and wanting those colourful dresses and skirts they had there but you couldn’t afford them. So you had bought a fabric and dug out your mother’s old sewing machine from the attic. Using her old books about making clothes on your own, you had managed to create your first floral skirt. Your very first rush of dopamine and colour after Bucky’s departure.

When your neighbours had noticed your skirts and dresses, they wanted them, too. It had quickly become your additional source of money, but most importantly – it was grounding you. You had spent endless nights listening to the radio and working on the fabrics, humming to yourself and trying to stay hopeful instead of constantly worrying about Bucky. You would go to sleep so tired that you couldn’t even stare at the ceiling and be anxious about his life. Sometimes it had been making you feel guilty that you were distracting yourself so much when he was a prisoner in some camp an ocean away from you… But you wanted to remain being yourself as much as you could. You didn’t want him to be greeted back home with the shadow of a woman he had once known.

Seeing him again felt odd. For a short while you hesitated from running into his arms and just stared at him as if he was a ghost. It was Bucky who ran up to you and picked you up to spin you around with that wide grin of his. You cupped his cheeks and smiled back, leaning in to rub your noses together and then join your lips in a sweet kiss. His moustache tickled your face as you wrinkled your nose with a giggle.

“My sweet girl,” he greeted you. “Sorry for being late. They didn’t want to let me go,” he made a joke as usual.

“Oh, how I missed you, John,” you kissed him again and he put you down on the ground.

“I see you’re all dolled up for me,” he pointed out and your eyes sparkled at that comment. You liked it when he was giving you compliments like that, it was making you feel confident and seen.

“Well, I tried,” you smiled.

“Where did you get a dress like that?” He asked, looking you up and down in a manner that brought heat to your cheeks. You already knew what he was thinking about.

“I made it,” you shrugged your arms and walked inside the house. 

“What do you mean you made it? You can create such things with those pretty little hands?” He was visibly impressed.

“Yes, I can show you after dinner,” you nodded at him.

After dinner, you brought all the dirty dishes to the kitchen and let them soak in the water before taking your apron off and joining Bucky in the living room. He was walking around and looking at the pictures of you two that you had on display.

“I liked to have you around,” you told him as you leant on the doorway. “A reminder that my boyfriend was not made up.”

“It feels so odd to be here,” he admitted and you smiled sadly at him. “Are you sure you want me to move in? I can rent a room in town.”

“I want you here with me,” you assured him.

“People will talk,” he pointed out. You knew that he didn’t worry about his reputation at all. But he worried about yours. You were always his first choice and his most important person. Alongside his best friend Buck.

“To the hell with them,” you rolled your eyes and he chuckled before approaching you and placing kisses all over your face.

“That’s the spirit. That’s my girl,” he teased. “I’m gonna marry you soon anyway and fill this house with a bunch of little babies. Daughters as beautiful and sons as smart as their mother,” he booped you on the nose.

“Girls can be smart, too,” you reminded him. “And boys can be beautiful,” you caressed his cheek.

“Yes, yes, of course… Now, show me the dresses?”

You nodded with a smile and held his hand to lead him upstairs.

“It’s not only dresses, you know… Skirts, too. A few blouses. I dug out my mum’s old sewing machine and started to make them. Half of the street wears them now. I earned quite a lot,” you admitted and Bucky whistled in admiration.

You opened the door to your bedroom. The sewing machine was standing by the window where the vanity table had once been. And on the chair next to it there were many colourful fabrics.

“Will you make something for me, too?” Bucky touched the fabrics delicately with his fingertips.

“I can surely try,” you chuckled. “But I will have to buy a new fabric.”

“No, no, look,” he pointed at the material with flowers, “a shirt like this,” he said and you laughed. “I’m being serious,” he winked at you. “I’d wear that. And I’d proudly say my wife made it when people asked or laughed.”

“Well, alright then, I’ll make you one like this but if you don’t wear it, I will never make anything else for you ever again,” you stuck your tongue out.

“Fine,” he stuck out his, too and you both laughed.

Bucky turned his back on you to keep admiring the fabrics and the neatly folded dresses and skirts inside your half-open wardrobe and you bit on your lower lip, trying not to make a sound as you felt the tears streaming down your cheeks. You didn’t want to alarm him and to worry him, so you tried to hide your emotional reaction but eventually, you let out a sob and hid your face in your hands.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Bucky turned around and approached you quickly to put his arms around you. You shook your head, refusing to speak. “Sweetheart, talk to me.”

“It’s just… It’s just… I’m so happy you’re back and I can joke around with you again and…” you looked up into his worried eyes. “And making these clothes… It was everything keeping me alive when you were away. It was the only thing that helped me to stay sane. And now… Now you’re back, you’re really back and I can’t believe how happy I am… All that tension is just… gone,” you sniffed your tears back.

“Hey, baby,” Bucky wiped your tears off of your cheeks gently. “You should have known I wouldn’t let them kill me, right? And that I’d come back to you. I was planning to escape every day, hell, I would have escaped a hundred times but Buck was stopping me from doing something stupid. And I am grateful because in the end I am here with you. I just wish I could have been calling you from there to hear your sweet voice, to let you know I was okay. I hated to think how worried you had to be, little one,” he cupped your face and pulled you closer. You hugged him and rested your head on his chest. Bucky kissed your forehead and rubbed your back.

“I want to show you something else,” you whispered after a while and he nodded silently, still looking at you with worried eyes.

You approached the wardrobe and stood on a stool. Bucky followed you and stood behind you to make sure to catch you if you would fall down. You reached out to the top shelf and brought down a box. You put it on the bed and opened it, shyly looking at your fiancé.

He looked inside and widened his eyes at the sight of a collection of baby clothes.

“I made them for the future,” you told him quietly. “For our babies,” you added. “And I decided that if you don’t come back… I’d have them burnt. Even if I married someone else and had children with him, they wouldn’t be our babies. So, yeah… I was making them some nights, smiling to myself, hoping that some higher power sees that and thinks that now they just have to spare you,” you confessed.

“They’re beautiful,” Bucky picked up one of them and smiled widely. “I think they are my favourite creations of yours,” he admitted and you laughed through the tears.

“Thank you.”

Bucky put the clothes back into the box carefully and then he moved the box away to remove it from the bed completely.

“We should get to work then,” he winked at you and you furrowed your brows at those words but after a while you realised what he had meant.

“Oh, no, no, no, don’t you dare, Major Egan!” You giggled. “People will talk enough already about the two of us! For that we will wait until the wedding.”

“Let’s get married tomorrow then,” he grinned at you.

“You can’t be serious,” you sighed.

“Why not?”

“Because… I won’t be able to make a wedding dress overnight. In three days,” you reached your hand out with a playful smile.

“Three days, let that be. A man can wait,” he shook your hand as if you just had made a business deal and then he pulled you back into his arms again.

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#sansaorgana: Answered #john egan x reader #callum turner x reader #*bucky #lilysfiction #euryno-j47

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Quite miss home - Michael Italiano x fem!reader

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Summary: A lifetime of friendship also meant a lifetime not being something else. It also means a lifetime missing each other, until they decided to just stop and give it a try.

Pairing: Michael Italiano x fem!reader

Warnings: Oh the sadness and the angst. Also swearing and tears.

Word count: 5.2k

A/N: I’m obsessed with writing childhood friends to lovers oneshots? Yes. I’m planning to stop? Nah. Just bare with me, kiddos. Hope you like it.

Quite miss home.

To say she ran to him as she saw him waiting at the airport was an understatement. To say she spent her good five minutes hugging him was another one understatement. And to say she could have stayed there in the middle of the airport, with her arms around his neck and her feet in the air was nothing but pure truth. She even left her bags forgotten on the floor besides them, but she couldn't care less about it. Her tote bags, her carry-on and the small bag right over it were on the floor in a second, but it wasn't as important as Michael. Nothing was as important as him at that moment. Not in the airport, not in UK and not even in the world.  

She thought at some point she'd get used to Michael being far away and seeing him counted days in the whole year, but it wasn't the case. Not even after not seeing him for two years straight made her get used to the distance. So after four months since the last time they saw each other, she couldn't help but throw herself into his arms, whispering in his ear that she missed him more than anything in the world.  

It wasn't a lie. It really wasn't a lie, but she didn't get the courage to say why she missed his best friend so much. She had been trying to find the courage since she was a teenager, but it never happened so she just kissed his cheek and murmured a little 'Ciao, cara mia’ while she found once again the strength to not kiss his lips that were just inches from hers. And she really had to keep it together as Michael kissed her nose and murmured another ‘Ciao Bella’ before he finally put her down on the floor.  

But they never let go of each other, not even when she was finally standing on her own two feet and carrying her bags. While her tote bag was on her right shoulder, her left arm was around his waist, and while Michael took care of her carry-on, his right arm was over her shoulders, keeping her as close as possible. That's how things were. That's how things always have been since they were kids. Since she met Michael at school when they were just nine years old, they have somehow turned inseparable and it never really changed. Not in High school, not in university, and not even later.  

The only thing that really put them apart was Michael moving to Europe, which was nothing but unfortunate for her immense crush on him. It was unfortunate and it also broke her heart, but he never knew and she never blamed him. But she blamed herself for it. For twenty two long years she had more than one chance to tell him. Damn, she could have told him every single day since they met, but then she thought about losing him, and throwing the idea out of the windows sounded more logical.  

She wasn't going to let a silly crush ruin her friendship with her best friend, so every single time she decided to bit her tongue and act like there wasn't butterflies in her stomach when his skin touched her, when he smiled at her or when his face was centimeters away from hers like it was that day at the airport. 

But the butterflies never went away, especially not when he grabbed her hand and laced their fingers on the back of the taxi and during the whole ride from the airport to his place, or when he kissed her knuckles from time to time as they talked while she looked at the city through the windows. It all just got worse with time. Michael made it worse by existing. He made the butterflies make an absolutely disaster inside her. He made her brain get all dizzy. He made her heart race so fast that it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest, like in some cartoon that they used to watch when they were kids. He made her feel so much love that sometimes she had no idea how she would ever get over it. She really had no idea how she was ever going to get over him.  

It was worse when they finally reached his apartment. As soon as they left her things by the door, his arms were around her again. But this time he didn't pick her up like in the airport; this time she just rested her head against his chest, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling of just being there with her favorite person. She just enjoyed the feeling of being in his arms after months of missing every single thing about him, from the way he smelled to the way he felt and the way he would kiss her head and stroked her hair in their hug.  

It was in those little moments when she would wonder if maybe she could have a chance. In those little moments when she would feel Michael smile against her head and squeeze her a bit tighter, just because, that was when she couldn't help but wonder if one day they could be something else. But then she wanted to slap herself in the back of her head, breaking her own heart again, remembering that if nothing happened in twenty-two years, then nothing was going to happen. No when they had chance after chance after chance to cross that barrier.  

'You're lucky he's still your best friend' was what she whispered to herself time after time, and every single one of those times, she held onto him a bit tighter, until two handfuls of his shirt didn't seem to be enough. A kiss on his chest didn't seem enough, but that's all they got to do before Michael broke their little silent encounter, saying that he was sure she wanted to take a shower. 'That's the first thing you always do after a flight, so go on,' he insisted, but she didn't answer. She wanted, God, she needed to after all those hours of traveling, but she didn't want to let him go. And almost as if he could read her mind, Michael took her hand, made her follow him to his bedroom as he dropped an 'I'm making us lunch while you get in there, so don't be in there forever'. Of course he knew about the showers after trips. Of course he knew about her taking forever in the shower. He always knew. After two decades and too many travels together, he knew how she hated to smell like airports and planes. After two decades of being in each other's homes until it felt like their own home, he knew about her bad habit. Michael knew everything except the only thing he should know.  

With a kiss on the forehead, Michael left her in his room for a second as he went to grab her stuff and brought them to her. She knew better than to say no to coach Michael, so she nodded, letting him give her everything she might need for the shower even when she knew perfectly fine where things were around his apartment. She said yes to everything Michael told her, even if it was the same words he would say every single time she was there. Normally she would tell him that she knew, but it has been so long since the last time she was there that maybe Michael was right on repeating them. It was so long that maybe he changed the towels to another place, or his shirts were in another drawer. Thanks to the pandemic and lockdowns and restrictions, she hasn't been there since 2019, so it was somehow nice to know it was all in the same place.  

Normally she would hate to admit when Michael was right, but this time she had to admit she needed that shower. It wasn't about feeling dirty after such a trip, but more about the fact that she needed a second to put herself back together. She needed a second to breath something that wasn't his perfume, even if it was impossible considering she decided to use his things in the shower instead of hers. Her excuse was being too lazy to look for them, but in reality, she just loved smelling like him. She loved it, and she always saw how Michael smiled as he smelled it, too. She always thought Michael found it funny, but she always wished there was another reason behind that smile.  

What she also wished for was to stop thinking about him for a damn second. She knew it was impossible because it was his place, but she couldn't take him out of her head. Even under the water all she could think about was how amazing it would be if somehow Michael walked through the door and joined her, but clearly, he didn't. There was no way on earth he would do such a thing, just like there was no way she would like her.

With a mix between disappointment and sadness, she walked out of the shower, put on the shirt that she stole from his closet, and went straight to the bedroom. The idea was to lay down for a minute and then go back to the kitchen with Michael, but as her body touched the bed, her brain started again. This time she couldn't help but wonder the same thing as in the shower, asking herself how it would be if suddenly Michael joined her there even if just for a minute.  

Maybe the planets aligned. Maybe every single one of her wishes was finally heard. Maybe that was her lucky day because unlike in the shower, this time Michael did walk into the bedroom and sat down right beside her, looking down at her with a tiny smile on his face. He looked so happy and so handsome that he took her breath away and left her tongue-tied. She had no idea what to do or say, so the only thing she did was raise her right hand to touch his cheek as she smile back at him.  

They were always close. They never really knew what personal space was. Maybe it was the fact that kids normally don't know what that is and they grew up playing and hugging and just laying over each other. Maybe it was the fact that they held each other in all the bad and good moments of their lives. Maybe it was the fact that their love language was somehow touching each other, even if just for a second. But whatever the reason was, that day, it felt different.

Michael kissing her hand and stroking her cheek felt different, but what felt especially different was the way he laid down and placed his face on the crock of her neck. He didn't say a thing to her; he just did it, and she couldn't help but hold him as close as possible. She hugged him, running her fingers through his short hair and tracing lines all over his back like she'd done hundreds of times before.

The other thing that was different was his hands around her body. Hugging wasn't weird for them, but when his left hand went under her shirt to stay in her lower back, and especially when his right hand went to her hips, she left the goosebumps appearing because it was different. It felt like Michael didn't care about the fact that his hand was resting over the material of her panties as his thumb stroked her skin. It seemed like he didn't really care she was wearing just her panties and one of his shirts. And if Michael didn't care, she didn't either. In fact, she couldn't be happier about it. She couldn't be hornier about it. The fact that she could feel him breathing against her neck was killing her. The sensation of his hands over her body and how amazing it felt against her was a beautiful torture. How incredibly good he smelled wasn't helping either, so it turned her into a big, horny disaster.

Like in the bathroom, she asked her lucky stars to make Michael do something more than that. Maybe it was to ask too much from the universe, but having him on top of her, their bodies pressed together and his arms firmly around her wasn't enough. She needed more. She needed something that would give her the courage she needed to open her mouth to say she wanted him like that every single night.  

She was supposed to tell him during that trip. She promised herself she was finally going to have the courage to tell him because she needed to. But not even in that moment did she have the heart and the courage needed to ruin that friendship. No after twenty-two years. No after having Michael as one of the only constants in her life. No when she spent most of her life with him by her side. And especially no when she didn't even remember what life was like without him. 

She had to learn by force to live without him by her side and to see him through a screen, but he was always there. He was always a text or a phone away. He was always going to be there for Christmas. That's why the idea of spending a lifetime without him at all was way scarier than spending a life not being able to love him from close. She could learn to deal with the fact that he was never going to be hers, but not with him not being her anything. That's why she settled for being his friend when she wanted them to be all that and more. That's why she settled with giving him a kiss on his forehead when all she wanted to do was kiss his whole face and end up in his lips.

That's why she did nothing when she wanted to do everything to him. That's why she did nothing when she wanted to do everything for him.  

That's why she had to let him go when Michael murmured against her neck that lunch was ready and getting cold.

Things didn't get any easier after their little cuddle session in bed. It didn't get easier to be around him during or even after lunch. They talked about their families, jobs, friends and plans as if they didn't text every single day. They chatted about how she was still visiting his grandma and how she was still learning Italian with her. They talked about the new guys at her work and how they were two idiots who thought Formula 1 wasn't a sport for women. They talked about what they were going to do in those two weeks, she was going to be there and they started making plans for the Holidays and January. They talked about everything except why they ended up cuddling in bed, so she decided that not asking was going to be better for them and their relationship. All she did was stroke his cheek as she thanked him for making lunch, insisting that it was awesome, but that it especially tasted like home.

After a little discussion about who was gonna clean the dishes -and Michael dragging her away from the sink, which ended with his hands right under her shirt again- that ended with both of them splashing water to each other as they laughed till their bellies hurt, then came nap time. It wasn't his nap time; it was her nap time. The shower, plus having her stomach full and finally be relaxed made her start to yawn before Michael even finished cleaning the kitchen. She was too exhausted after the trip and not being able to sleep for more than a couple of hours, so she decided to take a little nap. The thing was that she decided to take it on the couch right besides Michael. She could have taken the big empty bed in the bedroom, but she didn't want to, saying she didn't want to sleep on her own. She wanted to stay with him, so she decided to lay right beside him as Michael worked on his computer.

It took her no time to fall asleep. It took her no time when she was hugging Michael and he was kissing her forehead from time to time as he read whatever he was reading on the screen. It wasn't hard when she was the comfiest she had been in months. But the particular thing wasn't how easy she felt asleep, but the way she woke up. She had no idea how much she slept since her phone was forgotten somewhere in the kitchen, but she couldn't care less. No when Michael somehow fell asleep too.

When she woke up Michael was asleep, his right hand wrapped around her shoulders, but his left hand resting right over her ass. She could have moved. She knew she needed to move, but instead she played asleep again, waiting for Michael to wake up again. Instead of moving away, she snuggled closer to him, hiding her face on his neck in the exact same way he did earlier with her. In that moment she started to wonder how the hell she was going to be able to sleep under the same roof, knowing that he was going to be so close yet so far.  

The deal was as simple as her crushing on his couch for the two weeks she was going to spend there. She wasn't going to rent an Airbnb as long as he was sleeping in his bed and she was staying on the couch, without any insistence on switching places or anything at all. It was as easy as insisting that she fit perfectly on the couch, but that not even his legs would fit there. Even during their facetime call she could see the frown on his face as he accepted the deal, not happy at all knowing she was probably going to be more than uncomfortable. That was the thing with Michael since they were kids, he'd rather sleep on a wet floor if it meant seeing she was comfortable. He would do anything at all if that would put a smile on her face and that was one of the reasons why she loved him so damn much. That and the fact that she was absolutely in love with him since she was 16 and she started to really understand what really being in love was. That's why, at the beginning their deal sounded cool, but now just to think about two weeks of spending every single hour with him made her want to explode.

That was their deal, but now she was absolutely regretting not making a joke about them sharing the bed, just to see his reaction and his answer. But none of that really mattered at that moment. Everything could be fixed later, but what couldn't be fixed -or at least not there- was how terrible horny she was again. Their legs were tangled, making them a mess of limbs that made Michael end with one of his legs between hers, and she couldn't stop thinking about easy it could be to ride it right there. Their chests were together and she was sure Michael was going to be able to see through her shirt how hard her nipples were. Damn, she was sure that if he paid attention, he was going to be able to heard her heart racing inside her chest.  

It was when she heard the first thunder that she decided that she didn't care anymore. It was when she heard the first drops of rain outside that she decided that if something was gonna happen then she was gonna let it happen. She wasn't going to push it, or that she promised to herself. But promises could be broken, and she did break hers.

She tried to resist the temptation. She tried to be good. She tried to act like a normal friend, but her face was resting against his neck. Her lips were almost touching his skin. He was so damn close and he felt amazing and he smelled so good that it was intoxicating. Maybe she really did get intoxicated; that's why she decided to press one almost imperceptible kiss against his neck.

If everything went to hell after that, at least she would die with the memory of being able to kiss his neck once, which was more than she thought she would ever do. She could live and die with the beautiful memory of how good and right it felt to kiss his skin, and even if it was wrong, it felt absolutely right. She had no idea why she thought it was a smart choice. She thought that maybe he wasn't going to wake up. She even thought that she could go away with it, but she didn't.

Her heart stopped and skipped a beat when she felt Michael moving after she did it. For a moment she thought that she absolutely fucked it up and that he was going to run away, but he didn't. She thought that Michael was going to ask what the hell was she doing, but he didn't. Instead, he hugged her tighter, letting a little and almost silent whimper leave his lips.

"We'll have to reschedule dinner out. Its looks like Noe's arc is about to pass around the corner at any time" she whispered, in desperate need to act like nothing really happened. Maybe he was asleep. Maybe he didn't feel the kiss. Maybe she didn't ruin their friendship for a stupid idea.

"You'll be here two weeks, Buttercup. We can go to have dinner any other night" he whispered in his sleepy voice, which didn't really help to how she was already feeling. Neither did the kiss he gave her on her forehead. "I'll make dinner, don't worry"

"Tell me you've ice cream for dessert or I'll be sad"

"Why would I have ice cream?" he asked in the most serious tone, making her doubt for a second. He always had ice cream when she was around. He always made sure to have the stuff she liked when she came to visit, but maybe this time was an exception. "I'm joking. I got all your favorite stuff"

It was her turn to go move to slap his chest. She has been doing it since they were fourteen. The first time it happened was when he told her a terribly bad joke and she laughed because it was funny. but she also slapped him, making Michael give her his best puppy eyes as he said he was sorry. After that moment, the really bad jokes were responded with that playful slap, but this time this was different too. As soon as her hand rested against his chest, Michael grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing one by one her knuckles. And just when he was done, he rested their joined hands against his chest, not letting her hand go off hiss.

"Thanks Mikey"

"There's nothing to thanks" he insisted, kissing her temple before he kept talking. "Hey, remember our lunches when we were kids?"

And how she could ever forget. "I do. Your mom used to put Reese's buttercups for dessert every Friday. That's when you started to call me Buttercup" she smiled, thinking about those memories, feeling like somehow it happened yesterday and not over two decades ago. She remembered perfectly little Michael sitting right beside her, talking about how he was going to play some sport over the weekend, all while she talked about her plans to go to some museum. The funny thing was how, over two decades later, things were still the same. She loved museums, he loved sports, and they still loved to have lunch together.

"And for your obsession with Powepuff girls" he pointed out, covering her forehead with tender kisses. But her favorite thing was probably how his hands were still in the same place as they were when she woke up. He was still stroking her lower back and her ass. He was moving his fingers over her back and her leg like it was absolutely nothing. He was holding up like they were supposed to be there and maybe they were. "Then somehow it turned into Bella thanks to Nana and your obsession with learning Italian"

"E ho imparato l'italiano, sole mio" she stated, finally moving from her safe place to kiss his cheek while a cheeky grin was drawn on her face.

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that. Also I gotta admit something" he whispered, making her finally move to look at him. "I had the buttercups for you. One of the first days of classes they asked our favorite candy, you said buttercups. After that I told mom to put 'em on my lunch so I would've something to share with you. They were never really for me"

"You did that for me?" she asked, feeling her cheeks turning warm and red. There was no way he would have done that. They were nine. They were kids. They were kids and she couldn't really believe such a thing, but then she looked at Michael and there was the answer written all over his face. It was fucking true.

"You were the prettiest girl in the whole damn universe and somehow heaven sent you to sit right next to me. I couldn't lose my chance. Especially not after you called me Mikey and your cheeks turned red. Just like now"

She hated the fact that Michael took his hand away from her leg, but she loved that he did it to touch her face. He touched her cheek so carefully that it looked as if he felt like she was going to break at any second. He stroked her red cheek with fingers, and she had no other chance but to take a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Nobody called you Mikey and I don't know why I did it. Nobody calls you like that" she whispered, playing with the material of his black T-shirt to focus on something that wasn't his face so close to hers.

"Nobody but you, Buttercup" Michael murmured, looking straight into her eyes, with a beautiful little smirk on his face as his nickname for her slipped through his lips.

Twenty years and that silly little word still made her feel like a nine-year-old girl.

But what also made her feel like that little girl was the way he was looking at her, which was making her feel too nervous for her own good. "Don't look at me like that" she practically begged, closing her eyes to avoid his, even if just for a second.

"Like what?". She didn't know what to say. She had no idea how to respond. 'Don't look at me like you like me'. 'Don't look at me like I'm pretty'. 'Don't look at me like you'd like to kiss me'. There were too many options, but nothing seemed good enough to explain it. There were no words to explain the way he was looking at her as if she was everything to him. There was no way to say it the right way. There were no words she could use that would be enough. And even if she found those words, they got lost somewhere else when Michael spoke again. "I miss you"

She wanted to giggle at the comment, but all she did was smile. A little smirk appeared on her face as she heard those words, because that was the closest they had been in months, but there was Michael saying that when she less needed it. "I'm right here"

"I don't mean now. I mean when you're not around. I really miss you". It was a whisper against her forehead. It was just a couple of words, but it gave her goosebumps. It made the knot in her stomach just grow bigger, especially when she remembered how it was going to be over before they even realized it.

"Don't tell me that. I've to go back home at some point and how I'm supposed to have the heart to do it?"

"Then don't" he affirmed, and she knew him well enough to know there was not a single sign of doubt in his words. But she got too distracted by his lips on her forehead, moving from there to there to her temple and oh-so-slowly going down to her cheek. "There's enough room for both of us here. I know there's only one room but that never stopped us. We could make it work. Besides I'm not here much"

And that was the problem. That was what hurt. That was one of the things that haunted her and stopped her from doing anything was that he wasn't around and the eternal doubt of how they could make it work. But even with that against them, there's nothing she wanted more than to stay. "I don't wanna go. I really don't want to"

"Then stay. Baby look at me" he begged, and she couldn't do anything but do as he asked and look at him again. But maybe it was a mistake, because there he was, even closer than before, with his lips almost touching hers. "I really mean it. We can really give this a try. I want us to give it a try. Tell me you don't think about this. Tell me you never thought about us"

Just like she had no idea how she handled his lips against her neck, or his hands all over her body, she had no idea how she was resisting that. She had no idea how she was resisting his lips ghosting over hers as they were breathing the same air. But maybe she was resting in the same way that she did it for over two long decades.

"I do, but we shouldn't. We've been friends for 22 years and if someone goes wrong I just- I don't wanna lose you. I can't lose you, Mike" she explained, taking a deep breath as she tried to get rid of the knot that now was also attacking her throat. The simple thought of losing him just hurt too much. It has always hurt, but now that it was possible, it was just worse. It was just so bad that her heart ached.

"We can make a promise that we won't push each other away no matter what. We can sign a contract if you want. I'll do anything but just please kiss me, baby" Michael begged once, looking straight at her eyes as he did it.

She wasn't thinking when her left hand went straight to the side of his neck. She wasn't thinking either, when her right hand went to his waist, sneaking under his shirt without permission. She didn't need permission for any of it and they were going to have to talk after it, but she couldn't care less.

And after two decades waiting and wanting to kiss Michael, she finally got to do it.  

And damn, it was worth the wait.

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[starshine-hockey-girl]

Come Away with Me- Never Ever Have I- Chapter Twenty

Summary- Evie joins Sidney in Europe for their first real vacation together.

Word Count - 9K

Warnings- alcohol use, intercourse, implied sex, masterbation

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Previous Chapter - https://at.tumblr.com/starshine-hockey-girl/arms-of-orion-never-ever-have-i-chapter-nineteen/6xg1frosrj87

Villa Ludwig-Schwangau, Germany

Evie walked around the hotel room as the bellman unloaded their luggage into the luxurious room. She stood by the window and admired the scenery as Sidney paid the tip and tried to usher the talkative man out the door. Sidney silently cursed that they seemed to have found a hockey fan in Bavaria. Finally Sidney was forced into some bluntness. “Look, I have been away from my princess for about three weeks. I would love to chat with you some more, but I am dying here,” he pleaded. The bellman studied Evie in her dress as Sidney looked on with a mixture of annoyance and pride.

“I apologize, Mr. Crosby,” the bellman stammered, “If you need anything else, please call the front desk.”

Sidney all but pushed him out the door. He turned as Evie walked to him. “Evie,” he moaned.

“I know,” she purred as she lifted her dress over head and threw it onto the floor. Sidney unbuttoned his jeans and shimmied them over his ass. Evie went to him, “Do you have other dress shirts?” He nodded yes and she ripped his shirt open. “Fuck buttons,” she moaned as her mouth went to his chest. She felt his hardness pressed against her. “I need you, Beso,” she begged, “Please, please, please.”

He lifted and carried her to the bed. They collapsed together onto it. Their bodies scampered up as Evie spread her legs. Sidney’s hand went to her warmth. “I’m ready, Beso. I have been ready since I left Pittsburgh,” she pleaded, “Please, I need you inside of me.” He pushed her leg up and bent it over his hip. They both hissed as he entered her. “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,” she panted.

“Mon Etoile,” he groaned as he felt the sensation of being inside of her. The warmth of her wrapped around him. Her wetness revealed how much she wanted him- how much she wanted this moment. It felt new, yet oddly familiar at the same time. The time and distance had stripped away the sense of ordinary from their union. They had fucked and made love countless times- hard and fast, slow and easy. Yet today, in this moment, it felt brand new and they were filled with wonder. He gazed into her eyes, “I missed you. I missed everything about you. I forgot how good it feels to be inside of you. It’s like heaven.” She nodded in understanding as he slowly began to move his hips. “I am afraid, Evie,” he murmured, “I am afraid to rush it even though I just want to show you how much I missed you. I don’t want it to be over too soon.”

Evie ran her fingers through his hair, “Do it fast and hard, Beso. Fuck me like you can’t stand not to be fucking me any more. I can’t wait anymore. I need it as hard as you can make it. Show me. Show me that you missed me as much as I missed you. I don’t care if it’s over fast. We have all night. We have all week.”

“Okay, okay, okay,” he agreed. He rested on his elbows as his hips pumped. Evie’s leg wrapped around him and drew him in deeper. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he said in amazement, “I am not going to last. I am not going to last long.”

“I don’t care, Beso,” she reassured him, “Show me. Show me how much you want me. I need to know.” The need for words left them and the room was filled with the sounds of their souls reconnecting in the most intimate of ways. Love radiated out and between them. He pumped his seed into her before he collapsed on top of her. They made no effort to move. Their bodies entangled as their breathing slowed. Evie felt the tears on Sidney’s cheeks and wiped them away lovingly. He opened his mouth to speak and she shushed him. “Let it be, Beso,” she whispered, “Just let this moment be magical. I am going to remember this moment for the rest of my life. This is the moment you came back to me. I just want to embrace it and etch it into my mind.”

Sidney kissed along her jawline. They were sweet and soft kisses. Then he nuzzled his face into her neck. “I could die right now of happiness,” he teased quietly.

“This is how I want to die,” she responded, “Wrapped in your body, with you inside of me.” She ran her fingers through his curls that had grown out in their time apart. The moment was somewhat spoiled by the loud rumbling from Evie’s stomach. They laughed together before she blushed, “Sorry, I was too excited to eat on the plane.” Sidney pushed up and rolled off of her, onto his back. Evie immediately scooted to rest her head on his chest. His fingers ran up and down her arm as she gazed into his eyes. Speaking seemed like an act of sacrilege but became necessary. ‘You mentioned dinner reservations?” she asked softly.

He reached for his phone and checked the itinerary. “We have another two hours before we have to be at the restaurant,” he replied, “I will get some room service delivered. Do you want to take a bath?”

“Only if you join me,” she laughed.

Fifteen minutes later, Evie reclined in the large bathtub. Her back was at one end and she faced Sidney. Their feet rested on each other’s laps. Sidney rubbed her feet absentmindly. Evie spoke of her flight from Pittsburgh and gave animated descriptions of the rest of the first class passengers. Sidney playfully scowled as Evie excitedly detailed a young German business man’s attempts to flirt with her from the pod across from her. “Beso,” she laughed, “He would not take a hint. I mentioned that I had a boyfriend at least ten times. It was ridiculous.”

Sidney sat up and crawled through the water. He spread her legs apart with his body and leaned his chest over hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he whispered into her ear, “It’s not ridiculous at all. He would have to be deaf, dumb and blind not to shoot his shot with you, Evita. A gorgeous woman like you? Any man would die to have you.” He nibbled her neck as she giggled.

“You flatter me so, Beso,” she grinned, “Do you think he would have gotten the hint if I had a ring on my finger? Do men respect the ring?”

Sidney grabbed her ass and pulled her into his crotch, “Yes, rings are a deterrent.”

Evie rocked against his erection, “Hmmmm, I should get one of those rings then. Keep those pesky men away from me. I only want one man.”

Sidney guided himself into her as their physical need took control once again. “Don’t worry, you’ll get a ring soon,” he vowed, “You’ll get a ring soon. Until then, please keep shooting down all the other men who fall in love with you. You are mine and mine only.”

Evie sang “If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it. If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it.” as Sidney fucked her slowly. She followed with the chorus of “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, o-ohh.” Sidney’s hand went to her face and he turned it so that she looked into his eyes. The command from his eyes was silent yet completely understood. She smiled and said, “I am yours and yours only. Better Beso?” He nodded and kissed her as the water splashed around them. “Oh god,” she moaned, “I only want you. I only want you.” Their orgasms came quickly and were intense.

"Do we really have to go to dinner?" she questioned as Sidney assisted her out of the bath. She wrapped the towel around her body and watched as he did the same. He looked at her with a smile as she yawned.

"I know that you are tired. You didn't sleep at all on the plane because you were too busy avoiding the advances of strange men. If you go to sleep now, you will stay jet lagged. We can go get dinner and take a walk through town," he suggested as he wrapped his arms around her. She kissed his chest. “Why do you have to make it so tempting to stay in the room, Evie?”

She stepped away and smiled, “Beso, I will be a good girl and get dressed. After all, you did buy me all of this lingerie for the trip. Let’s go eat, get a little tipsy and then you can get me undressed again.”

Sidney growled, “Evie……”

She backed away with a smile, “Oh, did you think I would stop teasing you because I have been away from you for three weeks? Think again, Beso, think again.”

After a leisurely stroll around the village, Sidney and Evie had a romantic dinner on the patio at Cafe Gerlinde. Sidney filled her in on the past few days with Mike and his flight from Italy while she filled him in on the gossip from work. “Marisol and Eddie broke up?” he said in genuine surprise. Marisol was the barista at the hotel coffee bar while Eddie worked as a bartender in the bar. “What’s the scoop?” he asked with genuine concern.

Evie grimaced, “Well, Marisol found some snaps between Eddie and Roxanne.”

Sid asked, “What are snaps?”

Evie answered, “You know- snapchats?”

Sid paused for a second, “Do I have that?”

Evie laughed, “You are barely on Instagram. Your three posts are all about me.”

"Well, I only post important stuff," Sid smiled, “So what was wrong with the snaps?”

Evie raised an eyebrow “They contained photos of them below the waist. Also the chats were smutty.”

Sid shook his head, “Wait, this is Roxanne from the gift shop?”

Evie nodded her head, “Yep, it’s been fun times in the lobby. It’s like the Bermuda Triangle of betrayal.”

Sidney pursed his lips, “Poor Marisol- She was so nice to me when planning your valentine’s surprise. Eddie is an idiot.”

Evie shrugged her shoulders, “Eddie is a man. They do stupid shit.’

“Hey….. not fair,” Sidney chided.

Evie gave him the side eye, “Beso, you are the exception and not the rule.”

Sidney started to argue, “Just because Thad cheated on you doesn’t mean that all men cheat.”

“I didn’t say all men. Don’t put words in my mouth. I just said men do stupid shit and you are the exception rather than the rule,” Evie argued back. “I am just saying that if you looked around the Penguins locker room, you would find some unfaithful men,” she sighed.

“You don’t think that I am one of those men, do you?” he asked incredulously.

Evie looked straight into his eyes, “No, I don’t think that at all. Eddie was an idiot and now it is super awkward every time I get a coffee or get a snack. In general I find men to be untrustworthy people with the notable exceptions of my father, your father and you. Everyone else I consider suspect.” She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “Look, this feels dangerously close to a fight I don’t want to have. I am tired and getting cranky.”

“I know how to cheer you up,” he kissed her hand.

“How is that?” she asked.

“Dessert!” he smiled.

“And a spiked coffee?” she added with glee.

Sidney ignored the bemused looks of other diners as he fed Evie her dessert. “Mmmm, Beso- it’s so delicious!” she remarked seductively. When she fed him his bite, the game of seductive moans and errant caresses began. It continued as they strolled around the lake, admiring the sunset views.

When they found a picturesque overview, they sat in silence. Evie snuggled up against Sidney and sighed. “Beso, have I stayed up long enough?” she questioned. She struggled to keep her eyes open but didn’t want the moment to end. She curled her body into his and nuzzled his neck.

“Let’s get you back to the villa, Princess,” he said softly as he rubbed her back, “We have a big day tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah?” she yawned as he positioned himself and picked her up onto his back. “One day you will get tired of carrying me around on your back,” she said dreamily.

“Never,” he replied, “Besides, if I carry you back, then you’ll have energy enough to fuck me to sleep. My motives are not pure, Evie.”

“Neither are mine, Beso,” she retorted, “Neither are mine."

THE NEXT DAY

Sidney smiled as he glanced over at Evie’s face. The trip to Neuschwanstein Castle had been one of the selling points for their tour through Bavaria and Switzerland. Her eyes widened with wonder as the castle came into view as he drove along the highway. “Beso, it’s the prettiest thing I have ever seen,” she gasped. He reached over and squeezed her hand as she stared in amazement.

After they pulled into the parking lot, Sidney grabbed the backpack out of the car trunk and led Evie by the hand to the waiting horse and carriage. The open air carriage ride was short, but filled with cute selfies and snuggles. “Are you ready Princess?” he joked as he assisted her out of the carriage. “Yes, my Prince Charming,” she said as she snuck a quick kiss before she stepped off the last step and onto the gravel. Together they walked hand in hand for the remaining walk towards the castle.

Two hours later, they had completed the tour and explored the outside of the castle. In the gift shop, they went a little wild buying souvenirs. Evie purchased a snow globe for her office while Sidney perused the Christmas ornaments. “Evita,” he called to her while holding up a hand painted ornament. She walked over and examined it closely. “Should we get it and put it on our tree in Nova Scotia?” he asked excitedly.

She smiled and felt a lump form in her throat. Evie was touched that he remembered her desire to decorate the cottage when they traveled back for Christmas. She was also thrilled when he referred to it as “our” tree. Their lives were slowly becoming intertwined together, and it made her heart happy. “I love it, Sidney,” she gushed, “It’s beautiful. Should we get another one for the Pittsburgh house? Maybe a different style?” Slowly, they searched the ornaments until Evie pulled out an ornament in the shape of the castle. “I like this one,” she suggested. They completed their purchases with a shawl for Sidney’s mother, some posters, and two coffee mugs.

From the gift shop, they explored the exterior area of the castle before they started the hike to the Queen Mary bridge, which offered the most breathtaking views of the castle. They held hands during the hike, and Evie nudged Sidney with her head. On the bridge, Evie took a ton of photos, and Sidney happily obliged her need for ten different pictures.

Suddenly Sidney pulled out his phone and started playing their song, “At Last”. Then he pulled her into his body and began dancing. Evie grinned as he danced and twirled her around. They had garnered the attention of the international crowd of tourists who were smiling sweetly at the two love birds. Sidney kissed Evie as they moved before he started to sing the song in her ear. They finished their dance with a dramatic flair to the claps and cheers of the crowd. Evie grinned from ear to ear and turned to face the castle again. She felt Sidney kneel down behind her and froze in place. Her mind raced with thoughts. “Oh my god, is he going to propose here? Oh my god, is he?,” she thought to herself.

Obviously the subject of marriage had been discussed numerous times. Evie couldn’t think of a more apropos location for her prince charming to propose other than the actual castle. She debated on what to do next. Should she wait for him to say something? Turn around? What was the protocol? Finally, she turned around with a flourish and saw him on bended knee. “Beso!” she exclaimed and he looked up at her in utter confusion. His hands were tying his shoes and it took a moment for her to realize what was happening. “Oh,” she thought to herself before looking around to see if anyone had noticed her reaction, “He is not proposing.”

She was stunned by her reaction. It wasn’t like she was expecting a proposal. If you had asked her this morning, if a proposal was happening soon, she would have laughed. However in the moment, while caught up in the beauty and romance of the atmosphere, her mind did race to the possibility. The disappointment was palpable and made it difficult to breathe.

“Evie?” he questioned. Something had obviously happened to upset her. He remained in his position when it hit him. He was on one knee, in an incredibly beautiful place after an incredibly romantic moment. She thought he was proposing. He asked, “Did you think I was proposing?” A nervous laughter followed the question. Evie shrunk back against the bridge railing. She had interpreted the laughter as mocking. He stood up and took a step toward her. She looked from side to side as if trying to determine the best escape route from the situation. A wave of insecurity and doubt washed over her. “Evie,” he said as sweetly as possible, “Please talk to me. Did you think I was proposing?” She nodded her head yes slowly.

“I am so embarrassed,” she said softly, “How humiliating. I just got caught in the moment.” Her voice broke slightly. He pulled her to him and squeezed her tight. “I am so embarrassed, Beso.” She pushed him away slightly so they were a few feet apart.

“Evie, didn’t you notice that there wasn’t a ring? I didn’t say anything?” he laughed nervously, “Don’t you think I would have a speech prepared, Princess?”

“Quit laughing at me, Beso!” she cried, “Quit making fun of my silly reaction. Quit making fun of my hope.” Her words cut like a knife to his heart. “I can’t tell if you are teasing me by calling me Princess. Are you thinking about “playing” or are you being romantic?” she asked. Evie continued, “I know now that it was stupid to think that you were proposing when you don’t have a ring or didn’t do a speech. I have been a bit of gooey goofball about the castle. It was silly to be this excited but it really seemed like something out of a fairytale. I didn’t realize how excited I would be at the thought of a real proposal. Now it seems like you are making fun of me,” she rambled. She stared at him briefly and then looked down. Tears flowed from her eyes and he kicked himself mentally. “I am sorry,” she said, “I am being overly sensitive today for some reason.”

He pulled close into his body, wrapped his arms around her, and squeezed her tight. “I swear to you that was not my intention. I would never mock you about this” he said softly. Evie sighed and clung to Sidney for a moment before looking up into his eyes. “You were not being silly at all. It would be a perfect spot to propose to you. In fact, I am kicking myself for not doing it here. Damn, you are right. Right here in this spot would have been the absolute perfect spot to ask my princess to be my wife. You ARE my princess, Evie. Please don’t feel embarrassed.”

He bent down and pressed his forehead to hers, “Please don’t be embarrassed Mon Etoile. I loved your reaction. I loved how excited you seemed to be and I hope that you are that excited when I do propose.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in a tight embrace. He felt her body slowly relax. Sidney kissed her softly, “I AM going to propose, Evie. Don’t doubt that. I have a plan in place. It IS going to happen.”

Evie grinned slowly, “You promise?”

He nodded, “Yes, I promise. Although now I feel pressure to make it better than here. I will though. I will make it the perfect proposal for you. A proposal with the best, most sparkly ring I can find- a big, big diamond for my princess.”

Evie bit her lip, “Speaking of rings, can I tell you something?”

His eyes widened slightly, “Tell me.”

Evie paused, “I know that you said a big diamond, but can I get another kind of engagement ring?” His head tilted to the left in confusion. “I don’t like the idea of a diamond solitaire ring and then a separate wedding band. I would rather have a one piece wedding band with diamonds and an engagement ring to move to my right hand.”

“Whatever you want, Princess,” he smiled.

“And I won’t even argue with you about the cost,” she grinned back, “Although, you could give me a cubic zirconia ring and I will be just as happy.”

“Evie…..” he chided.

“What?” she asked.

“Do you really think I can walk into a jewelry store in Pittsburgh and purchase a fake diamond ring? Me? Buy a fake diamond ring?” he said incredulously.

“Okay, fine- buy me the big, expensive diamond ring if you insist,” she teased.

“Only the best for my princess,” he smiled as he kissed her, “only the best for my princess.”

Zermatt, Switzerland

“Hey Beso,” Evie called from the bed, “Did you know that you can ski in the summer here?”

“What did you say?” he said as he walked in from the bathroom into the bedroom

Evie pointed to the visitor packet, “It says here that you can take the gondola up the mountain and ski on the glacier.”

Sidney’s eyebrows raised, “Do you want to go skiing?” He walked over and got on the bed next to her. They both laid on their bellies and Sidney nudged her with his shoulder. She smiled and nudged his shoulder back.

“It might be fun. I have never skied though,” she answered.

“I will have to take you another time,” he kissed her shoulder, “We should just stick to the hike.”

“Why?” she pouted.

“First, I don’t think that your first time skiing should be on a glacier in the Swiss Alps. Second, I am not allowed to ski,” he reasoned.

“Not allowed?” she questioned.

“Yep, it’s part of my contract. It’s too risky for injuries,” he explained.

Evie laughed, “Wait, full grown men can skate fast and push you into the boards, but skiing is too dangerous?

Sidney shrugged his shoulders, “I didn’t make the rule, Evie.”

Evie eyed him suspiciously before she grinned. “So when you say you will take me another time, you mean like when you retire?” she laughed

He kissed her nose, “Exactly, when I retire. Sorry that you can’t go skiing in the Swiss Alps”

“That’s okay. I will enjoy my hike instead,” she teased, “You won’t be covered up in ski gear so I will get a better view of that booty.”

Sidney and Evie sat down at the outdoor table at Z’Mutt. The patio offered a gorgeous view of the Matterhorn mountain. Sidney ordered a beer for himself and Evie a glass of wine as she perused the menu. “You’ve been awfully quiet during the hike, Evita. Is there something on your mind?” he said quietly. “Are you really disappointed about not being able to ski?” he asked.

Evie turned and looked at the view and pondered her answer. “I am not disappointed about skiing. I didn’t even know that you could ski in the summer until I read the brochure. Being from Texas, it never entered my mind that I could ski in the summer,” she clarified. Sidney nodded his head. “I guess I am being quiet because I am thinking,” she surmised.

“What are you thinking about?” he probed.

Evie took a bite of her cheese spaetzle. “What are you going to do when you retire?” she questioned, “Do you have any idea when you will retire?” Sidney blinked and studied her face for any hint of the emotion behind the question. “You’ve thought about it, right?” she asked, “You have thought about what you want to do after hockey.” It was Evie’s turn to study Sidney’s face for any sign of what he was thinking. Truthfully, he looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Sidney?” she asked quietly.

Sidney’s mind raced. She was saying words he understood in a language that he also understood, yet he could not form an answer to the question. “What do you want to do after hockey?” ping-ponged through his brain. He had never seriously thought about life after hockey. He assumed that hockey would always be a part of his life. “I don’t know, Evie,” he finally stammered.

“Like you don’t know specifics or you don’t know in general?” she balked.

“I don’t know at all,” he said quietly. He looked up at the mountain and suddenly felt a panic forming in his heart. Evie turned to look as well. They sat there in their silent thoughts before they turned their attention back to their lunch.

“So yeah,” she finally uttered, “That’s why I have been quiet.”

“What do you want me to say?” he frowned, “I don’t have an answer for you. I have never thought about it honestly. I have been so focused on hockey. I don’t even think much beyond season to season. There are no guarantees and I don’t want to take any of it for granted.”

Evie paused, “So you have thought about next season. You have thought that before the year is up that you will propose. We will get married next summer. What have you thought beyond that?” Evie took a deep breath, “These are questions and conversations that we should have, Beso. How can we make a life-long commitment to each other without having that conversation?”

“I don’t understand what you are saying, Evie,” he objected.

“I am saying that before you propose to me that we need to have a conversation about your potential post-NHL plans,” she answered calmly. His eyes widened slightly and he exhaled. “Look, I know that life with you will involve hockey in some capacity until you physically cannot do it anymore- whether that’s coaching, working in the front office or doing some broadcast work. Hockey will always be a part of our lives,” she soothed, “I need to know what to expect because I need to be able to picture our future. I need to have an idea about children, where we are going to live, what my future career can look like, etc.”

“I don’t have the answers to your questions,” he frowned.

“Then you should think about them over the summer or at least before you propose because I can’t accept a proposal without those answers,” she replied.

It was a long, silent walk back down the trail to their hotel. Each of them lost in their own thoughts. At the halfway point, Evie inhaled sharply and grabbed Sidney’s hand. He stopped in his tracks and looked at her. She smiled up at him and he returned the smile. They continued to walk hand in hand. At the hotel, Sidney dumped the backpack by the door and walked into the room. Evie followed behind and observed his body language. There was a fundamental shift in his mood and her mind scrambled. She walked to him and grabbed his hand. “Come with me,” she commanded as she walked onto the balcony. The sun had begun to set beyond the mountain and the sky was filled with brilliant colors.

“I want to be clear,” she turned to look into his eyes. She saw sadness and trepidation staring back at her. “There are no wrong answers to these questions, Beso. Well, unless you say no kids. That’s going to be a dealbreaker for me. Everything else is negotiable. We stay in Pittsburgh? Awesome. We go back to Nova Scotia? I am totally okay with being close to your parents. In fact, that would be a selling point. As long as I am with you, I will be happy. I just need to know the plans, okay?”

Sidney beamed, “You are not thinking of leaving me?”

Evie pulled him to her, “Never- you are stuck with me for life.”

Sidney kissed her softly, “We’ll have the conversations, Evie. We will have the conversation and we’ll come up with the answers together. We are a team now.”

Evie laughed, “Team Crosby”

Sidney kissed her, Team Crosby”.

Montreux, Switzerland

Sidney and Evie walked into the lobby of the Fairmont Hotel in Montreux. "Bonjour," Sidney spoke in French politely, "We have a reservation under the name Cole Harbour."

Evie smiled inwardly before clearing her throat, "Excuse me, do you speak English?" The clerk nodded in affirmation. She slid her Fairmont Hotel business card across the desk, "If it's possible, we would appreciate the best room you have available."

The clerk read her card, “Mademoiselle, welcome to Switzerland. You are a long way from Pittsburgh,” he spoke in English, “What brings you to Montreux?”

Evie smiled, “I am on adventure with my boyfriend.”

He smiled and picked up a phone. A conversation in French took place. Evie looked to Sidney who smiled as he listened to the conversation. He gave her the thumbs up sign.

They were led from the lobby to the seventh floor. Evie giggled when they walked off the elevator in anticipation of Sidney’s reaction. Sidney looked at her in question before the door to the Presidential Suite was opened.

The bell clerk placed their luggage in the bedroom as Sidney wandered around the room. Sidney’s hands ran up and down the tall bed posts at the head of the bed. He pulled on them to test their strength. “This will do,” he smiled and thought to himself. Then he walked the bell clerk out and palmed the tip into his hand.

Sidney found her on the terrace overlooking Lake Geneva. "It's good to know you, Evie. Thanks for the upgrade," Sidney whistled as he wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her into him. She leaned back and relaxed. He observed the view in amazement. He had been a little incredulous when Evie had suggested Bavaria and Switzerland for their portion of the trip. "You were right, Evita," he admitted.

"I was right about what?" She asked softly. She tried to etch the memory into her brain.

“You were right about coming to Switzerland,” he kissed her neck, “I’ve enjoyed every minute of it- every damn minute of it, Princess.”

The hairs on her arms and neck stood up at the word. “No,” she thought to herself as he squeezed her tighter, “He wouldn’t do it here- not in this hotel.” Then she considered it again. “Of course he would. Of course he would pick the hotel that presented the biggest taboo to me,” she guessed.

“After dinner,” he muttered as he nuzzled her neck, “Be ready after dinner.” Evie felt the immediate flush of her cheeks as his words washed over her. A soft moan escaped her lips.

She turned to face him and leveled her gaze into his eyes, “You wouldn’t.”

He stared back at her, “Want to bet?”

Her mind raced. There was nothing suspicious packed in his bags. What kind of play could it be? Still she would not give the satisfaction of knowing her excitement.

Evie smiled, “No, it’s not worth my time to bet.” She walked into the bedroom and started stripping out of her clothes.

“What- what are you doing?” he stammered.

She smiled, “I am putting on my bathing suit. I might as well take advantage of the pool this afternoon. You want to come with me?” She smiled seductively as she shimmied out of her underwear. Sidney shook his head in defiance. If she wanted to play the tease game, he would match her energy. More importantly, he would get his prize at the end of the night. “Oh,” she asked innocently, “Do you need to nap? Save some energy for tonight?” She walked over and kissed his cheek. “I won’t be gone for long,” she teased, “Don’t miss me too much.”

Sidney groaned when he received her selfie.

After dinner, Evie fidgeted in her dress in the elevator. Sidney smirked, “Are you nervous about something?” Evie gulped and shook her head no. He turned and gently pushed her against the wall. His hand found her throat and he whispered in her ear, “You should be, Princess.” Just as swiftly he turned and assumed his original position. “When we get into the room, get ready. You have five minutes. Do you understand?” he commanded.

“Yes, Mr. Crosby,” she breathed.

“Good girl,” he replied across the lobby to the entrance of their suite. He smacked her ass as she walked past him, through the door. “Hurry and don’t be late,” he instructed. She raced into the bedroom and started stripping. Her eyes searched the room. She selected the largest pillow that she could find and placed it at the end of the chaise lounge. She assumed her position and waited. Her eyes focused on the design of the carpet as she waited. She took shallow breaths and listened for the sound of his footsteps. She heard none. Every fiber in her being told her to turn her head and look, but she knew that the penalty would be severe. He was punishing her for her bratty behavior earlier. She both loved and hated it at once. Her body felt it was on fire. She tried to count to herself but she couldn’t focus for any length of time.

After a full fifteen minutes, he rose from the couch and entered the room. He walked past her into the bathroom where he leisurely removed his clothes. She watched with eyes lowered as he walked back into the room and stopped at his suitcase. He looked at her in amusement. The rise and fall of her chest, the lowered gaze, the legs spread apart for his use- all of her available to him for his pleasure. He walked over and held out his hand, “Time to start, Princess.” He led her to the head of the bed. “Hands up,” he ordered. She placed her arms and hands above her head. With dexterity, he used a neck tie to bind her wrists to the bedpost. She immediately tested the restraint out of habit.

“Why are you tied up, Mon Etoile?” he asked as he ran his finger up her spine. Evie did not respond and stared straight ahead. “Answer me,” he demanded.

“I will not answer to that name right now,” she challenged, “unless I can call you Beso. You may be in charge but there are still rules. You know them.”

Sidney tilted his head and considered her answer. “Let me rephrase- why are you tied up, Princess?” He exaggerated the length of her name.

“I would imagine that you believe I deserve some sort of punishment for the videos I made for you,” she stated sarcastically.

“You don’t feel that you deserve a punishment? For making a sex tape without my consent. Do I need to remind you how crucial consent is to this dynamic? He growled. His finger trailed around her body and slowly circled her nipple.

“I feel like this is bullshit. You want to spank me. I gave you a reason to spank me. Let’s get on with it,” she smirked. Sidney turned on his heel, grabbed the special tablet from his suitcase, and walked to the chaise lounge. He plopped down and spread his legs wide. Evie watched quietly. It was an action she had not anticipated. With a flick of his fingers, he found the videos she made for him. He hit the play button, looked at the screen and then stared at her.

“Oh, Princess,” he laughed, “Did you think that somehow, in Europe, that there would be no consequence for that attitude?” She steeled her spine and rested her forehead on the bedpost. “Eyes on me, Princess, eyes on me.” he scolded. His hand went to his cock and started stroking. Evie’s eyes fixated on it. She tugged at the restraint slyly. The sounds of Sidney spanking her filled the room. Her moans and his grunts provided the soundtrack to their standoff.

Mentally, she calculated how long she could realistically hold her arms up before she would lose feeling in them. The sight of him slowly jerking his cock elicited a response that betrayed her. She involuntarily licked her lips and rocked her hips. They stared at each other for a moment before Sidney’s eyes returned to the screen. “This one is my favorite,” he taunted, “I love seeing your delicate skin get red and inflamed by my touch. It’s not getting red now, is it?” he questioned. “That’s what you want. That’s what you said you wanted,” he teased, “Too bad you decided to be sassy.”

Inwardly, Evie realized her grave miscalculation. She would not be getting the spanking that she craved. She would not be getting the stimulation she desperately wanted. Her shoulders tingled and she felt the muscles in her arms begin to cramp. She rested her forehead on the post. “Princess, don’t make me tell you again,” he reiterated, “I want you to enjoy the show you created. This is what you wanted, right? You made me my own personal porn. Now you get to see its effects in action. Eyes on me, Princess.”

She turned her head to watch. The lack of blood flow to her hands and arms forced the spread of lactic acid through her upper limbs down to her neck and shoulders. “Please,” she whimpered, “please it hurts.” His hand stopped for a nanosecond before continuing. Her mouth salivated at the sight of precum lubricating his strokes. “Please, Mr. Crosby,” she pleaded, “I will be good. I won’t do it again. I won’t make any more naughty videos without telling you.” His hand speed increased and hips arched off of the lounge. “Please, Mr. Crosby, please let me finish you,” she begged. He shook his head no. She cried out, “Please…. Please….Please” His cum shot out and onto his stomach. She leaned her head back and cried, “I’ll be good. I’ll be good.”

He got up and slowly walked over to her. Silently he reached up and untied the knots that restrained her. With her hands free, she pushed him onto the bed. She bent down and licked his stomach furiously. Her tongue slurped loudly and her tears felt hot on his skin. His hands found her hair as she mewed quietly. “Evie,” he said quietly, “Evie- come here.” She looked up at him and he smiled at her tenderly. “Come here, Evie,” he called again. She mounted the bed and he pulled her into his body. He began to massage her shoulders as she clung to him. “Do you understand? Do you understand why I had to punish you?” he questioned. She shook her head no. “You needed to be reminded of who controls who in this dynamic. “Are you in control, Evie?” he asked. She shook her head no. “Will you remember this?” he asked. She shook her head yes. “Hey,” he said softly, “who do I love?”

“Your Princess,” she said softly.

“Will you listen from now on?” he cajoled,

“Yes, Sir,” she responded softly, “I will listen from now on.”

“Good girl. Now rest here and I am going to go start the bath for us. I need to massage that lactic acid out of your muscles, or you will cramp all night,” he spoke tenderly.

In the bath, Evie sat in front of Sidney. His hands kneaded her shoulders then moved down her arms. He leaned forward and kissed along her shoulders. He whispered in her ear, "Evie, are you tired? How are you feeling?"

She thought for a moment, “I need a favor.”

“What’s the favor?” he replied.

“I need you to love me really loud right now,” she said timidly, “I am sad about being disciplined and I need to be loved right now.”

Sidney sighed, “I thought we discussed why it happened.”

Evie shook her head, “Just because I know why it happened doesn't mean I can’t be sad that it happened. I can be sad about the consequences of my own actions.”

Sidney pulled her to him and squeezed her tight, “I love you, Mon Etoile, I love you more than all the stars in the sky.”

Evie sat up, “Will you order us some drinks and maybe a snack? I want to sit outside and look at the stars." She leaned back against his chest for a few minutes then he did as she asked. Ten minutes later she snuggled against his chest as they watched the night sky. Sidney opened his phone and hit their playlist. Together they listened to the music and looked up at the stars as they enjoyed their treats. Sidney pulled her tight against his chest as he rubbed her back. He whispered sweet messages of love and adoration in her ear. Evie’s eyes began to droop. She fell asleep as she listened to the sounds of Sidney's rhythmic heartbeat.

Sidney sighed as he held her. Slowly he lifted her up and brought her to the large bed. Tenderly he tucked her body under the sheets before he wrapped his body around hers. The reality of her complete surrender to his love and protection weighed on him. The gift of her love and submission was beyond what he could truly comprehend. His heart swelled and he squeezed her tight. He whispered a prayer of thanks for that moment, the amazing trip and the beautiful love he shared with her.

THE NEXT DAY

Sidney laughed as Evie squealed “Say cheese, Beso!” as she snapped a selfie of them.

“Really, say cheese at the cheese factory?” he teased. The resulting picture captured Sidney’s wide grin and crinkled eyes perfectly. Sidney insisted on another picture of him kissing her cheek. Normally, he was staunchly anti-selfie but indulged her love of them. “How many does that make this week?” he questioned.

She poked his chest, “I will take as many selfies and pictures of you as I want. If you don’t like it, you should try being less handsome and sexy. Now, if you will excuse me, you are standing in between unlimited free cheese and me.”

Evie and Sidney had boarded the Swiss Chocolate train early in the morning to make the short trip to Gruyere. After Evie had sampled every cheese available, they explored the small village. When they began the climb up the hill to Chateau, Evie joked, “Don’t worry Beso. I don't think that you are proposing today.”

Sidney grabbed her hand and pulled her into his body. She laughed softly while he pressed his hand to her cheek, “We have conversations that need to happen first, but you better believe, I can’t wait to propose.” Evie leaned into his caress and grinned up at him. “Besides,” he teased her as he kissed her gently, “I still have to buy a ring. Apparently, if I like it, I need to put a ring on it.” Evie burst into song “Cause if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it. If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it. Don't be mad once you see that he want it. If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it.Ooo, ooooo, oooo” Their tour of the village concluded with a tour of the chocolate factory. Sidney had arranged a private class where they learned the art of chocolate making. They made their own chocolate bars to take with them.

They finished the day with a yummy snack of cheese and chocolate fondue before they headed back to the train.

Sidney led Evie down the aisle to their assigned seats. Evie rested her head on his shoulder as the train started down the track back to Montreux. She sighed contently, “I can’t believe that we leave tomorrow. I don’t want to go back to reality.”

“What do you mean?” he asked softly.

“How is that even a question, Sidney?” she laughed, “I have had almost ten whole days of uninterrupted time with you. Now we are going back to the states. After Las Vegas, I won’t see you for two whole weeks.”

“Evie, we don’t go completely back to reality for a few more days. Las Vegas is not reality at all,” he tried to deflect.

“That’s true,” she conceded, “I mean they do call it Sin City. Not that WE would EVER sin. Not us, we’re angels.”

He whispered in her ear, “You may be an angel but you make me want to sin like the devil. In fact, I have a couple of sins in mind for later tonight.”

They settled for the train ride back. Evie enjoyed the mountain scenery while Sid got lost in his thoughts. She noticed his focused expression and furrowed brow. “Beso, what’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing’s wrong. I am just thinking,” he answered.

“About what?” she asked cheerfully.

“Retirement,” he answered quietly.

“Ohhhh? What are you thinking?” she responded equally as quietly.

“I was thinking that I really want to know your thoughts. What do you want life to be like when I retire?” he asked as he leveled his gaze at her.

Evie blinked. She had always thought of the question in terms of what did Sidney want and she hadn’t given much thought to what she wanted. Her mind raced and she bit her lip. She looked up at Sidney whose face bore no expression. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and tried to envision the future. Immediately, she thought of a lazy Saturday morning in the kitchen in Nova Scotia. Sidney stood in the kitchen making coffee while Evie corralled two kids to their chairs for breakfast while carrying a third baby on her hip. Eventually the family sat together while Sidney and Evie held hands.

“Evie?” Sidney queried as she smiled with her eyes closed, “Tell me. What is it that you want?”

She opened her eyes and spoke timidly. “I want you home. I want you home with me consistently. It doesn’t matter to me if it is Pittsburgh or Nova Scotia. I just want a life where we are not separated from each other,” she confessed. “I want to go to sleep with you and wake up with you,” she continued, “I know that you will have to travel no matter what you do, but I don’t want you to travel like you do now.”

Sidney smiled at her and pulled her in for a kiss, “I want that too. I want that so much.” Evie grinned up at him. “So I guess that means I am eliminating coaching from the plans,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“Are you willing to do that?” she asked shyly.

“I do want to stay involved in hockey, but there is a lot I can do without coaching. I will still have the hockey school and the Little Penguins program. I will get my coaching fix during those,” he said seriously. “If we are lucky, maybe one of the kids will want to play hockey too,” he added.

“One of the kids?” she smiled.

“One of OUR kids,” he beamed.

“Oh good, so you made it through the dealbreaker,” she teased.

“How many of OUR kids do you want, Evie Rose,” he followed up.

Evie paused, “At least two. I don’t want an only child. I want them to have a sibling like you have with Taylor.”

“I have a feeling that I am going to like you all big and round with my baby inside of you. I may want to do it over and over again.” he laughed.

“Hold your horses until I see what it’s like to be pregnant. How about we start with two and negotiate from there?” she concluded.

Sidney smiled broadly at Evie before showering her face with kisses. “Whew, that was much easier than I imagined,” he pondered out loud. Evie laughed and giggled. “You know what we just did?” he asked excitedly. “We just got closer to getting engaged. She nodded her head in affirmation.

At the hotel later, Evie worked on packing their bags for the flight the next day. “Oh Evie,” Sidney called from the bathroom, “Can you come in here?”

She zipped the suitcase and walked in, “Yes, Beso?” She saw him standing at the counter, holding something behind his back.

“I am hungry for dessert, Evie,” he said with a smile.

“How can you be hungry for dessert, Beso. We just about ate our weight in chocolate today,” she exclaimed.

“Evie, I am still hungry for chocolate,” he whined.

Evie let out a dramatic sigh, “Beso, I just packed all of the chocolate we are taking back into the suitcase.”

Sidney shook his head no, “Not all of it.” Evie tilted her head in confusion. He continued, “While you were in the restroom after the class, I had Leon package some of the melted chocolate for me.”

“And how are you planning on eating it?” she countered.

“I was planning to pour it over something sweet and eat it that way,” he said suggestively.

“Pour it over something sweet? Like what?” she asked.

“Like your breasts and tummy,” he answered.

“Oh my!” she laughed.

Sidney didn’t laugh, “Get naked Evie. I am hungry.”

“Yes, Sir,” she saluted as she started to strip, “See- I learned my lesson. I am listening. I am a very good girl and I listen.”

Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean

Two hours into the flight from Geneva to Las Vegas, Evie sniffed and wiped a tear from her cheek. Sidney looked over from his book and furrowed his brow. "Evie, why are you crying? He asked.

She looked up from her tablet and turned to him. She scrunched her face and the tears streamed down her face, "Beso, they were mean to you. You were a baby and they were mean to you." He looked down at her tablet and back up at Evie's face with a raised eyebrow. She handed it to him and he glanced at it. He handed it back with a grim smile.

She looked down at the Tumblr page and the photo of young Sidney then back at his face. She had just read a history of Sidney's youth hockey and the torment he had faced. At one point he could not wear his jersey before games because rival players and parents would jeer him. "How could anyone be mean to that face? How can anyone be mean to this face?" she sighed and raised her hand to his face.

"Evie," he leaned into her hand, "I wasn't a baby. I was eleven. It was in the past. I'm past it."

She blinked, "I'm not. I'm not past it at all. What horrible people- how can they live with themselves?"

He wiped her tears and kissed her forehead. His heart ached a little as he watched her reaction. She turned in her first class seat and stared at him. "Were you scared Beso?" Her voice sounded small and meek.

His jaw tightened every-so-slightly and his tone of voice changed, "Sure, it was a challenge,but I had my family to support me. The experience prepared me for my career. I learned early to tune out the noise."

Evie shook her head, "No, I don't want the media answer. I want the truth. Were you scared?"

Sidney blinked and stared at her. He had spent so long giving the “right” answer he had forgotten how he really felt. He tried to remember those days. When he did, a lump formed in his throat. She watched as his eyes softened and filled with tears. Evie grabbed his hands and squeezed, "Please tell me."

"Yeah, when it first happened, I was scared. I had to grow thicker skin but as a kid, it was scary," he confessed. The tears flowed down Evie's face and her breath hitched, "That is awful, Beso. I can't even imagine how hard that was for you." She looked at the picture of young Sidney, "I didn't know. I didn't know it was like that. I knew that you worked so hard, but I didn't know about the bullying. You didn't deserve to be treated that way. They shouldn't have hurt you." Her voice broke and she sighed. He held out his arms. She unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed into his lap.

He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed. Her face nuzzled into his neck and sobbed, "Oh God, it makes my heart ache. It hurts so much."

Sidney stroked her hair, "Evie, it's okay. I am fine. Everything turned out okay. Look at me, Evie." She raised her eyes to his and he kissed her tear stained cheeks. "I had my family then and now I have you. There is nothing that they can do to hurt me now. I have everything now that I have you."

Evie stared into his eyes, "If anyone hurts you again, I will hurt them. I will hurt them bad."

Sidney laughed, "What? Are you going to be my personal protector?"

Evie pouted, "I'm serious. I will make them pay. I am a lot tougher than I look."

"I don't doubt that you would always defend me," Sidney got serious, “but Evie, you have to put it past you. I know it’s hard but you have to let it go. You have to do it for yourself and for me.”

“Why? Why do I have to let it go?” she asked earnestly.

“Evie, I have a job to do. Unfortunately, it involves people yelling at me. It also involves me getting hit and occasionally getting injured. It’s part of the sport. It’s part of who I am. I can’t be the player that I need to be if I am worried about your reaction,” he explained, “I adore that you care so much. It makes me feel very loved. I don’t think anyone has been as emotionally invested in my well-being as you and possibly my mother.”

“But you need me to be better, right? Grow a thicker skin?” she interjected.

“Yes, I do,” he answered.

“Alright, I will do that. I can do that for you.” she kissed his cheek, “You know, I won’t be a rookie next season so I will be tougher. I promise-okay?” Then she proceeded to rest her cheek against his cheek and fall asleep in his arms.

Sidney adjusted himself in the First Class pod and draped the blanket over their bodies. It had been an exhausting yet unbelievable trip together. He pushed away the thought that they only had a few more days together before the summer fully began. The summer would include prolonged absences from each other as they separated into two countries. For the first time, he would long for the summer days to pass quickly so that he could return to Evie. “Enough negativity,” he thought to himself, “You have three more days in Vegas.” He smiled when he thought of all the sexy shenanigans Evie would inspire. “Three days in Sin City,” he laughed, “Yeah, life is good.” He felt a sense of serenity that he found difficult to accept fully, but he smiled and fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.

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Resident Evil - Liberation Fanfic

Hi! First time publishing my work from AO3 here. Disclaimer: English is not my first language and I have no one that could proof read. :-) It's the first part of my fanfic that I published years ago. Enjoy!

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Resident Evil - Liberation

Prologue

Autumn 2013

The Arklay Mountains - the last remains of Raccoon City or rather the last thing that reminded you of the wiped-out city. For the two BSAA agents Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine it was a strange feeling to be back at the place where bioterrorism originated. Before their eyes they could still see the old villa in Raccoon Forest, whose memory would haunt them forever. "Jill, we should keep moving," Chris suggested. His partner, however, was still looking at the crater where a town stood a few years ago. She had barely made it out of the city then and can hardly believe her luck until today. Who could escape from a B.O.W. that was especially fixated on S.T.A.R.S members? "I...", she began to speak, but she was missing the words. Fifteen years just wasn't enough or did her incarceration make the subject of Raccoon City worse? "I'm sorry, I still can't believe we lived there back then... in that crater."

"Hardly likely in that crater," he tried to lighten the mood with humor. "But yes, it's crazy." Chris sighed. He could understand her. Jill was literally going through hell while he was on 'vacation' in Europe. "Hey..." He put his hand on her shoulder while she was still looking at the crater. "We really should move on and not let the past stop us, huh?" Jill turned her head slightly in his direction. "You're right. We need to check a dead, completely destroyed environment to see if there are any infected people walking around." She shook her head in disbelief. "I'm going to assume that no infected person has survived, if you can even speak of surviving." She pointed to the crater and looked at Chris with a raised eyebrow. "Don't look at me like that. They just don't want to burden you completely yet," he replied. "Chris, I've been back on the job for a year. They must be beginning to realise that I'm resilient." Jill followed her partner, who decided to move on. While she watched the surroundings. You could reasonably see that nature was trying to recover from the bomb. "Shh," he whispered to her and took cover. She did so immediately and hid behind a big fallen tree trunk together with him. He pointed a little further away at a figure limping around. "Impossible," she breathed.  When she tried to get up carefully, he pulled her down again. "I think we should stay under cover. I have a bad feeling about that joker over there." Not a second later, the two agents saw the Horde following the single figure. "No..." she shook her head in bewilderment. You gotta be kidding me. How did the infected get into the Arklay Mountains? The bomb was supposed to get everyone. "Okay...we should approach slowly and maybe throw a grenade into the mass," Jill suggested, but then she noticed a follow-up problem. "We don't know if there are more."

"Right. I suspect there are more of those things lurking around the bay." He put on a thoughtful face. "There's a huge stone over there. Maybe we can get a better view there," he suggested this time, whereupon his partner nodded. On his signal they ran for cover to the stone. "A house?", Chris asked in surprise after he had gained an overview. Suddenly, a zombie appeared behind Jill and grabbed her. He quickly pulled out his knife with the ulterior motive of not making any noise and rammed it into the infected person's head. "Probably lost his way," he said as he pulled the knife out of the infected man's head. A startled thank you from Jill followed. "Oh...bloody hell. It's getting more and more. We can't deal with them alone," Chris cursed. He closed his eyes to find possible solutions.

"Shall we go back?" Jill asked quietly.

" Good idea, but it's getting dark soon and we actually have to go to the meeting place with the Alpha team."

"You're not seriously thinking about going into that house. It screams "Villa à la Infected." She looked over the edge of the stone and watched the infected. There were just more zombies forming a huge horde. They wouldn't make it to the house unnoticed. They'd rather be dinner for those monsters.

"The only possibility. We'll go to the dogs out here after dark. My plan: I throw a grenade near the horde, but so far that it must move away. That gives us time to run to the house. Agreed?"

"Okay." Jill pondered for a moment. What if that moment was the last one with Chris? Should she confess her feelings to him? Of course, that was an absurd thought in such a situation, but since she had escaped from Wesker's captivity, she thought differently. "Chris, there's something I have to tell you," she began to stutter slightly.

"Jill, tell me when we get to that house over there." At that very moment he threw the grenade, which ignited a few seconds later. "Go!" he shouted during the explosion that attracted the zombies. Jill, on the other hand, stayed behind the stone for cover. "What are you doing? What are you doing? Come on!" She sat there petrified. Angrily he pulled her with him towards the house and into the house. "Jill...Jill." He shook her out of her trance with an angry expression. Perplexed, she shook her head. "That's why you should only go on this mission," he hissed in horror at her approach. She didn't even draw her gun to secure the house. Instead, Chris had to do it, nodding to assure her that the house was safe. "Damn it, Jill. What the fuck was that?" He was no longer angry, but worried. Something was bothering his partner.

"I... don't know," she replied embarrassed.

"Why didn't you pull your gun? Why did you stay behind the rock?"

"It was all... it was all so fast... and..."

"Jill!" Chris became louder because he was convinced that they were alone. "Damn it! Stop stammering to make up an excuse!" He knew his colleague too well for that. She stared at Chris with an open mouth.

"Chris, I'm sorry," she apologized. What kind of idiot does that, she thought, and looked at him embarrassed.

"What's gotten into you?" Chris' expression didn't change a bit.

"I don't know!" she drove nervously through her hair, obviously embarrassed. Things were going pretty well for them at first.

"How do you not know? You sound just like Jessica!" What did he just say? Did he really just compare her to that traitor? She countered, "How dare you compare me to this traitor?"

"No... oh, boy... Jill." For a brief moment he turned around for a deep breath of air. Not knowing what to say, he suddenly changed the subject. "You try to contact the BSAA, I'll see if we're safe here for the night," he sighed and left. Not only did he leave the problem there, but so did Jill, who couldn't cope with his reaction.

"Oh God. You really want to close your eyes with the situation out there? Wow..." Jill shook her head in bewilderment. Chris came back just a moment later to face her with his arms crossed in front of her chest. "At least I'm not going out there in the dark. They have an advantage that puts us at a disadvantage." Good point. Still, it made her feel uncomfortable. What if the monsters out there realized that they were in the house? That would be a death sentence for Chris and Jill. "Now, may I barricade the windows and doors? Thanks." He rolled his eyes in annoyance and went to work. Meanwhile, Jill contacted the BSAA.

"Parker, we have a problem," she started talking to her old colleague Parker Luciani.

"I know that. Alpha team has not confirmed your arrival. What happened?" he asked with his usual Italian accent.

"We encountered a horde. Distracted them with a grenade. We don't know if it will last long, though."

"What? I thought it was just a joke about the infected. I didn't think the satellite image would confirm the suspicion. Are you all right? Is anyone hurt?"

"Yes, we're housed in an old wooden shack. Located in a bay in the middle of the Arklay Mountains."

"Jill...ca...u...ple...rep." Reception got worse and worse. The former S.T.A.R.S. member fiddled with her radio.

"Parker?"

"Where r...u...-" You were cut off. "Shit!" Jill accidentally cursed out loud. Carefully she looked out the window to make sure that no infected person out there had noticed anything. For a moment she closed her eyes to think. "Chris." After a moment of calm, she went back to search for her partner. When she found him, she looked at him with a questioning look. He was rummaging through the cupboards in the kitchen. If you could even call it a kitchen. She had come down, there was rotten food on the table and the smell was unbearable. "What is it?" he asked and continued his investigation. "I need your radio. Mine seems to be broken." She crossed her arms in front of her chest. Why wouldn't he look at her? Of course, she had made a big mess earlier, but punishing her with such behaviour was not nice. "What are you doing? It's just a run-down old wooden shack."

"In the middle of a mountain." He stopped rummaging through the cupboards for a moment and looked at his partner. "What does this tell us?" he sighed.

"That we should stop searching this shithole? "Not that we're gonna attract those things out there."

"The barricade is up. Let them come."

"You're not serious, Chris. That old thing will never stand up to a mob."

"Hm." He turned away from his partner again. To be honest, he didn't feel like talking to Jill anymore, because she didn't seem to be herself anymore. "What huh?" she went and took a few steps closer. "Here take this... shit, I lost my radio." Chris searched his pockets again and did not find it. "If we go out there now, we are the found dinner. Give me yours, I'll check it out." A few minutes later he had also found the problem. Apparently, there was a signal that disrupted communications. "Your radio is not broken. Something's interfering with the communication. Come on, let's check for a possible source of interference." The two-member team left the kitchen and looked at the other rooms. For a house that looked so small on the outside, it was quite big on the inside. They were in the study when they heard a clattering noise in the entrance area. They both looked at each other at the same moment and drew their weapons. Carefully Chris looked around the corner and gave his partner a signal that they could go on. Soon they were able to locate the cause of the problem. A zombie had broken the window and tried to get into the house. However, he impaled himself on the remaining glass. The BSAA agent slowly approached the infected person and killed him with his knife. He then carefully checked to see if any of the Horde had followed the infected man. Terribly, other zombies had indeed followed the zombie. As quietly as possible, he returned to his partner, who gave him cover from the hallway. "And?" she whispered. "Four infected are still outside the house. We should avoid noise as much as possible. I have no idea if these are normal infected or modified." He pushed his partner back into the study to continue her investigations. Quietly he closed the door behind him and turned his flashlight on again. Of course, they could have switched on the room light, but they didn't know if that would cause an additional source of noise.

"Chris, here's surveillance footage of us." She showed her colleague the photos she had found in a drawer of the desk. "This is before Africa." He looked at Jill in disbelief, almost embarrassed, because one of the pictures showed him drunk in a bar at the time. Most likely shortly after Jill was declared dead. "And that's..." He stopped. He was actually being shadowed at the time without him knowing it. This picture just went too far. Incredible, he thought and shook his head in horror. This is a picture of him at Jill's funeral. He then hugged his sister Claire, who wiped the tears from his face. "Chris... I didn't know that..." She too paused. Words failed her. She had already heard from Barry that Chris was in a pretty bad way, but it was hard for her to realize that now. He was usually the confident, controlled BSAA agent. But in this picture he was anything but controlled or confident. A few seconds later, pictures of Jill came up, "Is that you and Wesker?" He stared at her in shock. In the picture, his partner was wearing a tight red dress. Her former captain put his hand around her waist and grinned mischievously into the camera. "Chris," she began, but her partner turned away from her once more. "By then he had already drugged me. "It's not my fault I'm there in his arms." Not again, she thought and sighed softly. They had already chewed over the subject several times. Chris never got over the idea that Wesker was still influencing her. "Chris...," she sighed again, but the brown-haired BSAA agent searched the bookshelf instead of listening to his partner. She walked toward him and put her hand on his shoulder. "I swear to you I never did anything for Wesker voluntarily."

"Then tell me exactly what he did to you. If you don't tell the BSAA already."

"Chris... I can't." She hated herself for saying that, but she still couldn't talk about it. What Albert Wesker had done to her then was just too deep in her and couldn't get out. Thanks to him, she had nightmares every day and lived through this time over and over again in her mind. "It's been four years, Jill." He turned to her and looked at her sadly. Yes, it was an asshole move, but he couldn't stand that excuse for long. At that time, he still understood. Who would question a freshly traumatized person about the event? Of course, the BSAA, but Chris had campaigned after Africa for the BSAA to leave Jill alone for now. Later on there were interviews, but they understood that Jill did not want to talk explicitly about the events.

"Yes, four years. Can you talk about the time I disappeared?"

"Jill...not that way." he admonished her with a threatening undertone.

"Why? "I'm just asking you about your past... now you know how it feels. You have to feel ready to talk about it." She crossed her arms in front of his chest and looked at him disappointed. "I know you mean well, but please be patient. Maybe one day I can talk about it, but not here and now. Raccoon City... and... this... is just too much. Please understand that," she asked him and relaxed her attitude again. "Now let's keep looking for suspicious things," she smiled sadly. Chris nodded and then continued his search discontentedly. He would so much like to help Jill get over the troubling memories, but even after four years she was still not willing to talk about what happened with him. He just wanted to have his old partner back, but in reality, this was not possible anymore. Wesker had done so much damage to her that could not be repaired.

"So? What do you think happened here?" Chris asked to ease the tense mood.

"I have no idea. Judging by the kitchen, there hasn't been anybody here for a long time. And to be honest, I have a bad feeling about this room. It looks very familiar," she said. She really had the feeling that she knew this room as if she had been in it before.

"Umbrella?"

"Yes," she pursed her lips and thought. If she was already in the room, it must have been before she was freed. That means there must be a laboratory here. "Search for switches. Try the bookcase. Take a good look at the titles. If one doesn't fit, it should be a secret lever. I'm looking at the other shelf." No sooner said than done. Jill searched the books, and no title caught her attention. Was she wrong in her hunch, because Chris hadn't found anything either. Sighing, the brown-haired agent looked at the room again. Something had escaped her notice. Every secret entrance to an Umbrella lab had a specific feature that had to be noticed. Her gaze wandered to the bust on the desk she had previously searched. If it wasn't the bookshelves, it was definitely the bust.

"Jill?"

"In a moment," she said quietly, ignoring Chris' questioning gaze. She carefully examined the bust. It wasn't long before she found a switch that revealed a secret passage in the wall. She looked again at her partner, who gave her an impressed look. Now the question arose whether they should explore the passage or rather find the source of the interference signal. "Now what?"

"We should-" he began to speak but was interrupted by a dull thud. It didn't take them long to figure out what it was. Apparently the infected had found a way in and were now looking for a snack. Quickly they looked for an object, which they placed as quietly as possible in front of the door. It was only for safety, to protect themselves from further attacks. "Well, I guess we'll have no choice but to explore the passage," he sighed and pursed his lips. What would she expect in the darkness?

#resident evil fanfiction #chris redfield x jill valentine #chris redfield #biohazard

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More Than Diamonds

Pairing: Prince Friedrich x Princess! Reader Description: Britain has gained themselves a new royalty nearing the debutante ball of 1813. Princess Amelia of Siam was sent as the new Ambassador of Siam. In Britain Princess Amelia was able to find her family, but will that be all?  After the failed courting between Daphne and prince Friedrich, it was a surprise to everyone that he stayed in London. However, Prince Friedrich is anything, but a coward. He came to Britain to find a wife and one failed courting will not chase him out of the country with a tail between his legs.  What both Amelia and Friedrich never thought to happen is, the friendship that blossomed between them and their growing feelings for one another. Friedrich was never a coward, but he is when it comes to Amelia. Everyone said Amelia is a genius, but not when it comes to love, because she is truly lost on what to do with these butterflies in her stomach. Tags: Slow burn, Coming of age, Time-Travel, Back to the past, Friends to Lovers, Royalties, Oblivious!FLxObvious!ML, Jealous! Friedrich, Slightly Possessive! Friedrich, Black cat gf, Golden retriever bf Timeline: S1&S2

Chapter 3. Return

Twenty three years… 

That was how long it has been for them. 

Since they last saw her, hear from her. 

As if it was a nightmare from yesterday, they remember as if it was yesterday. July of 1790 when they discovered their dear daughter, only daughter… Felicia ran away, and disappeared to god knows where. 

They searched for her, everywhere in the country, and around Europe and America for about a year, but no result. Not until now, written on two pieces of papers is a letter from their dear daughter Felicia. 

“Oh my god… Dear–” Abigail, the Duchess of Gloucester and Edinburgh traced the words on the letter with trembling fingers, and eyes full of tears. Her husband, William, caught her fingers in his arms, and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly. He is as well, emotional, as tears fill his eyes. 

“Yes love… A piece of news from Felicia, our little bunny…” By this point William did not care if his beloved daughter eloped, he was just glad that she was alive, well, and happy. This is the third time the husband and wife re-read the letter as Felicia told them about her marriage to the King of Siam, and becoming the Royal Consort, gave birth to two children, her eldest, a son, Somdet Chao Fa Gan Sirichai Tanawat, and her youngest, a daughter, Somdet Chao Fa Apsara Chaiya Kanika. 

“Abby, my love… We need to reach out to the Queen, and contact the ambassador-” The Duke quickly got up from the sofa they were seated, and to his study to write a letter to the Queen so they could reach Siam’s Ambassador to Great Britain.

***

Siam’s Ambassador to Great Britain is currently pacing back and forth in her office, clenching her fists hard in order to prevent picking on her skin, which could damage the aesthetic of her hands. 

God– Amelia really wants to throw herself off a cliff. What in the actual fuck is going on? How in the 7th circle of Hell did she ended up in the middle of bum-fuck Bridgerton series. Right now is 1813, so Daphne’s season. It has been almost 20 years since she thought about that series! When Amelia retrieved her memories after her death, never in her life would she thought her fucking attachment to that series is important.. Until now!

“Goddamn Davika-” Amelia sat herself on the sofa in her office as she ran her fingers in her hair, devastated. “Dear Ganesha, give me luck and wisdom for this new beginning. Lord, give me strength.” A plan. She needs a plan, and a timeline of the series, and most of all, staying away from the Bridgerton clan all together. Amelia stood up and went to her desk, grabbing several papers and a pen. 

“Let’s list down several things… I am currently in the 1st Bridgerton series, which features Phoebe Dynevor who played Daphne Bridgerton and Rege-Jean Page who played the Duke of Hastings.” Amelia mumbled as she wrote on the paper.

“It’s still February, so I have two months until the start of the series. Now, let’s think about what happened, Davika. You can do it… Daphne and Penelope made their debut…Then the… Featherington cousin, what’s her name? Came to London… Anthony kept being a nitpicking bastard, which led to Daphne not gaining any suitors and that’s where Nigel Berbrooke came in.” Amelia wrote on the paper before it stopped as she thought about what else happened throughout Season 1. 

“Simon came to London and got roped into the whole ball. That’s how he met Daphne-” Amelia’s brows furrowed in an attempt to remember what else happened. “How did they striked the deal again? And- That prince… When will he show up again– Wait a minute… The plot only revolves around Bridgerton, and people close to them…” Amelia mumbled, “If I don’t get near them, I will not get dragged into it…” A smile spread on her face as she placed down her pen. “Let’s do that. Avoid the main cast as much as possible.” Amelia walked back to the sofa and sat down, sighing in contempt.

***

Queen Charlotte’s brow furrowed as she focused on the letter in her hand. Apparently this is the same letter she sent to the Duke and Duchess of Gloucester and Edinburgh four days ago from the King of Siam through the Siam Ambassador to Great Britain.

“We searched for her high and low here, in Europe, and in America… Who could have thought that fickle nephew of mine ran away to Siam.” The Queen sighed, feeling a headache surging at the thought of her sweet nephew, Felicia. Charlotte opened her eyes, and directed her gaze at her brother-in-law and his wife sitting in front of her. 

“My Queen, sister… I beg for your assistance to connect us with the ambassador who brought this letter… We need to know more about how our dear Felicia is faring, and if there is a chance for us to meet…” Amongst all of her husband’s siblings, Charlotte is most fond of William, he is frail and soft-hearted by nature, so watching him whimper for any way to connect back to his daughter is very heart-wrenching for her. 

“Of course, we will contact Lady Chakri right away. Brimsley–” In a second, the Queen’s assistant, a plump middle aged man with dark hair, was at her side. “Yes, Your Majesty.” Brimsley greeted, ready to serve the Queen. “Send a letter to the Siamese Embassy. I would like to ask for a meeting with her as soon as possible, one that involves both Siam and Great Britain.” Brimsley nodded, and disappeared as quickly as he appeared.

***

Amelia and Hugo were in the middle of a meeting with a new Duke, Simon Hastings, replacing his father who is on his death-bed, when Lynn burst into the room unannounced, looking rather distraught.

“Apologies, Your Grace.” Lynn curtsied to Simon before turning to Amelia. “Milady, we received an urgent call from Buckingham Palace. The Queen requested an immediate audience with you.” This alarmed Amelia who quickly stood up from her chair. It is impossible for her to screw up this early, it’s not even a week yet since she arrived in Great Britain. 

“Your Grace, I apologise for cutting our meeting short, but I think it is best if we resume another time.” Simon nodded and stood up. “Alright, I hope everything goes well, Lady Chakri. Do send me a letter when you are available to resume our discussion.” Simon exits the room after exchanging a quick greeting with Lynn, and Hugo.

Lynn, Amelia, and Hugo exchanged a look before they all took a seat in the meeting room, no one would like to enter a battlefield without any sort of plan. “We made no mistakes. It is way too early to create any at all.” Amelia firmly stated, which Hugo and Lynn agreed to. 

“Was it one of the Princes?” Lynn speculated based on the debate between Amelia and Prince Frederick five days prior to today. Amelia furrowed her brows, well shit… Could be, but really? It is childish to burn down a bridge over mutual debate, and the Prince Regent and Queen know they are not in the position to declare another war when they are still in war with Napoleonic Wars with the French, War of 1812 with Americans, Peninsular War with Portuguese and Spanish, and Gurkha War with Nepalese, so the most they would demand is an apology, which she could demand back. 

“I don’t know, I don’t think this is due to the debate. If it is, they should realise that Prince Frederick started it first. On top of that, I do not think they would sacrifice their relationship with us, Siam is the only neutral land between Great Britain and France.” Amelia hopes so, but if not then what else? Back then she only had a debate, had tea with the Queen, saw her garden and peacock collections and- That damned letter!

“The letter…” Amelia uttered quietly, but Lynn and Hugo were able to pick up what she said. “The one from the King?” Lynn asked, uncertain, but Amelia nodded. “That’s the only unknown equation left. The only thing unknown to us, and the most possible to cause this chaos.” Amelia stood up, followed by Hugo and Lynn. They have taken too long, it’s time to face the music.

***

“Welcoming Lady Amelia Chakri, Lady Lynn Yontarak, and Lord Hugo Lamon.” They were declared as they were escorted inside the gazebo in the park. The three Siamese could see the Queen with two other people, a man and a woman, the Duke and Duchess of Gloucester and Edinburgh Amelia presumed. 

“Your Majesty,” Amelia and Lynn curtsies, and Hugo bowed his head in respect, before they all turned to the other two occupants in the gazebo. The Queen quickly hopped in to introduce them to the Siamese. 

“Lady Chakri, I apologise for summoning you urgently, however, I would like you to meet Prince William Henry and his wife, Princess Abigail nee. Bridgerton, Duke and Duchess of Gloucester and Edinburgh.” The Duke and Duchess smiled at the three youngsters from the foreign nation.

“Nice to meet you, Your Grace. I am the current Minister Plenipotentiary, and Ambassador of Siam to Great Britain, Amelia Chakri, and these are my co-workers, Lady Lynn Yontarak who handles the Public Affairs Section, and Lord Hugo Lamon, the Head of Office of Defense Cooperation.” The three Siamese quickly greeted the two, who smiled at the show of respect, and perfect mannerism. 

After the introduction, the three Siamese joined the British Royals in the gazebo, being served tea and snacks. It did not take long after they settled down for the questions to launch off. 

“Lady Chakri, the letter given by the King of Siam… Were you aware of the content?” The Queen questioned Amelia who sipped her tea, and placed it silently on the saucer. “Unfortunately, I haven't a clue on the content of the letter as the King handed me the letter when I was reporting on the day of my departure. I presumed that during his stay in Great Britain he made… a precious bond?” The Duke slammed his fist on the table. 

“Precious bond? Your King seduced my daughter and took her away with him–” The Duke almost shouted, but was quickly reprimanded by the Duchess and The Queen. “Dear!” “Your Grace!” Amelia choked on her scone at the exclamation. “Pardon me? Your Grace–That is a serious accusation you made against my country and my King.” Queen Charlotte could feel the surging of a headache. William’s temper could potentially cause a rift, and problems between the two countries; which is the last thing they need. 

“Lady Chakri, I apologised for his fumes, but please read the letter from your King– This will help to explain the situation.” Duchess Abigail handed Amelia the same leather pouch with Rattanakosin emblem on it. Amelia eyed the pouch, before eyeing the Duchess. This might be a rude gesture, but as the Ambassador whose country’s name has been besmirched by the Duke, this is a defence, and not an offence. 

Amelia took the pouch while maintaining a sharp eye contact with the Duchess, only breaking it to unbox the pouch, and get the letter inside. 

My Dearest Mother and Father,

It is with a heavy heart and tears in my eyes that I finally sit down to write to you after twenty-three long years of silence. The weight of time has been both a burden and a blessing, shaping me into the woman I am today, far removed from the young princess you once knew.

It feels like a lifetime ago that I first met Rama II, the Crown Prince of Siam, in the hallowed halls of the Siamese embassy in Britain. The moment our eyes met, I knew that my fate was sealed, that my heart belonged to him and him alone. Little did I know then that our love would set into motion a series of events that would lead me far from the comforts of home and into the unknown depths of a foreign land.

In 1790, I made the decision to leave behind everything I had ever known and journey to Siam to be with Rama, to embrace a future that was uncertain but filled with promise. The journey itself was fraught with danger and uncertainty, and there were many moments when I questioned the wisdom of my decision. But love, dear Mother, love has a way of blinding us to the realities of the world, filling our hearts with hope and our minds with dreams of a brighter tomorrow.

The wedding, Mother, oh, the wedding was a spectacle unlike anything I had ever seen before. The palace grounds were alive with the sounds of music and laughter, and the air was filled with the intoxicating scent of flowers and incense. As I walked down the aisle to meet my beloved at the altar, I felt as though I was floating on air, my heart overflowing with love and joy.

But beneath the surface, there was a sadness that lingered, a sense of loss that gnawed at my soul. For you see, dear Mother, despite the grandeur of the occasion, I could not shake the feeling of being an outsider, of not truly belonging in this foreign land. The Siamese court did not recognize me as queen due to my foreign birth, bestowing upon me instead the title of Royal Consort, a position that carried with it both honour and humility.

The years that followed were a whirlwind of emotions, a rollercoaster ride of highs and lows. In 1792, our son, Gan Sirichai Tanawat, came into the world, a precious gift that filled our lives with laughter and love. The birth was a joyous occasion, celebrated with feasting and merriment throughout the kingdom. And in 1796, our family was blessed once again with the arrival of our daughter, Apsara Chaiya Kanika, a radiant presence that brought light to even the darkest of days.

But amidst the joys, there was also sorrow, dear Father, a deep and abiding sorrow that gnawed at my soul. I found myself adrift in a sea of unfamiliar customs and traditions, struggling to find my place in a land that was so different from my own. The language was foreign to my ears, the mannerisms strange and perplexing, and the climate unforgiving in its intensity.

There were moments, dear Mother, when I longed for the warmth of your embrace, for the guidance and wisdom that only a mother can provide. I missed the familiar comforts of home, the laughter of family gatherings during the holidays, and the simple pleasures of life that I had once taken for granted. But through it all, I have found solace in the love of my dear husband and our two beautiful children. They are my rock, my anchor in a sea of uncertainty, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

My dear parents, I beg of you, do not hate me for the choices that I have made, for the path that I have chosen to walk. Know that I love you both with all my heart, and that not a day goes by that I do not think of you and the family that I left behind. Though the distance between us may be great, the bonds of love that bind us together remain unbroken, and I pray that one day, we may be reunited and that the pain of our separation may be eased by the embrace of our love.

With all my love and longing,

Felicia

Amelia wanted to bash her head to the nearest concrete as she could feel the surging migraine. She pinched her nose bridge, and let out a sigh as she passed the letter for both Lynn and Hugo to read. 

Damn, her parents are really out to get her ain’t they? To top it off– Sending a letter to her mom’s parents, her grandparents?? 

“I’m sorry, but I’ll be frank and ask this out front. What is your point in showing us this letter?” Amelia folded the letter, and put it back neatly in the pouch, handing it back to the Duchess. “Reading this letter, it is different from your claim, Your Grace. In fact Somdet Chao Khun Phra Felicia walked out of the country with her own two feet, without any force from Siam, or the King.” Despite the honesty, her words angered the Duke. Amelia could see steam coming out of his ears as his face reddened.

“How dare–” “Exactly, Sir. How dare you to mock our King, and our country in front of its Minister Plenipotentiary, when you yourself know the truth behind the situation. The letter clearly said that Somdet Chao Khun Phra Felicia decided to leave Great Britain to marry King Rama II on her own free will without force from any parties involved.” Amelia intercepted, which shocked everyone, even Hugo and Lynn. 

Prince William was about to retaliate, but was stopped by Queen Charlotte who raised her hand with her palm open in a stop motion.”Let us cease the hostility, shall we? If possible, I would like to continue our discussion without damaging the relationship between our countries.” The Queen gave Prince William a hard stare, which made him back down from any rebuttal he had.

The Duchess fidgets in her seat, and in her silence Amelia decides to analyse both of her grandparents. While mostly her mother got her colours and structures from her grandmother, her smile is definitely inherited from her grandfather.

Amelia understood their frustration, although she couldn’t relate to the pain they felt, imagine waking up on a random morning to find out that your only daughter, who is also your only child, escaped in the middle of the night like a band of thieves. Amelia composed herself, this ain’t her… She rarely lost her temper, but the fact that this whole thing just feels like a set up by her parents, now she has to deal with her grandparents and their grief of losing their only child, keeping her identity down-low, and managing the relationship between Siam and Great Britain. Amelia heaved a sigh. Be the bigger person Amelia. 

“Your Grace–” All the three British nobles perked up and turned to Amelia. “Look, it would be a lie to say I understand the pain of losing a child-” Looking that they are listening thoroughly, Amelia continued with her controversial opinion. “However, this situation has been more than 20 years ago, and the decisions were made without coercion from any Siamese party. Honestly, if it were a year or two after this situation happened, Siam may be able to do something, but what once was Princess Felicia of Great Britain is now the high ranking Royal Consort of the Siamese King who, not only have responsibility to the court, but also has bear an heir and heiress of the King.” Amelia tapped on the leather pouch motioning that everything she said were written on the letter. 

“While it is impossible to return Somdet Chao Khun Phra Felicia to Great Britain, I would suggest a… recognition–?” Her uncertainty made the three British royals confused, but Amelia quickly continued her sentence. “– of the King and the Royal Consort’s marriage.” She could see that the Duke was getting fired up once more, so she quickly added on to her points.

“Of course formally recognising the marriage will bring several benefits such as further strengthening the tie between Great Britain and Siam, after all it is between two high-ranking royals, and this will make it easier for the both of you to keep in touch, whether by letter or getting an attendance with the Royal Consort, and hopefully, the King, and granted easy visitation to the country.” Now this got her grandmother hopeful, and garnered the Queen’s interest at the mention of forming a stronger bond with Siam.

“However– vice versa I am hoping the same benefits apply for Somdet Chao Khun Phra Felicia.” Amelia blatantly stared at the Queen as she asked the last bit. 

Right now that is the only solution Amelia could think of. Giving a solution now will buffer her grandparents from bothering her about this matter, and hopefully help her to find a way out of this without interfering with the Bridgerton plot, considering her grandmother is a part of the Bridgerton family.

“Dear… I think what the Ambassador said made sense–” Prince William grumbled at his wife’s words, but he knew what Amelia said was right. His daughter is not someone they could just take out from a country, especially with her status as a Royal Consort who has birthed not only one, but two children of the King.

Amelia munched on her eclair slowly, almost therapeutic, as Prince William contemplated his decision longer. After Amelia’s 2nd eclair, the Duke sighed and nodded, there is no better solution than what the Ambassador provided.

“Alright…I agree to formally recognising the marriage. What step should I take from here?” Amelia smiled behind her cup of tea before proceeding to place it soundlessly on the saucer. “The next step is to bring your daughter back to Great Britain.” The Duke and Duchess turned their heads at Amelia so fast, she was scared it would snap.

“Y-You– Felicia?? Back in Great Britain?” Not yet gramps. Amelia prevented a laugh from escaping, covering it with a nod. “Of course. This is between Great Britain and Siam, no? We will need the Royal Consort in here, therefore she will be able to represent–” The Duchess grabbed Amelia’s hand, startling her. The older woman’s eyes were brimming with tears. 

“Lady Chakri, thank you very much. I truly– I do not know what to say, how to thank you–” Amelia felt really bad for her grandparents, right now the only thing she could do is clasped her free hand over the Duchess. “Do not thank me yet, Your Grace. I still need to contact the King and the Royal Consort, and it would take them approximately a month before she arrives here.” Amelia gave her a sweet smile, before sighing, and turned to the Queen.

“Your Majesty, while I am glad for being able to solve this dispute as peacefully as possible, unfortunately I have prior engagement I must attend to. If I may, I would like to excuse myself.” The Queen nodded in agreement, she called the Ambassador in a hurry, and fortunately she arrived despite her busy schedule. Hugo approached them to stand behind Amelia, pulling her chair to give her space to stand up. Amelia turned towards the Duke and Duchess. 

“Your Grace, we will be in touch soon after I receive an answer from Siam.” Amelia bowed and turned around, but before she walked away, she froze and turned back to her grandparents. They must have been worried sick about her mother. 

“Lynn, give me that newspaper.” The three British royals were confused as the Lady-in-Waiting handed the Ambassador a 2  of newspaper. Amelia gave it a look before placing it on the table, sliding it to the Duke and Duchess. 

“Here, I think you will like this. Take it as my apologies for earlier.” The Duke grabbed it to see a clear picture, not a painting, but photo of a familiar beautiful woman with dark hair sitting sideways on a chair, a raven haired male with tan skin leaning on the right side of the chair, one hand holding on the back of the chair while the other gripping the handle, and on the other side stood straight a tall young man with raven hair, they could spot several European features in him. 

They probably don’t understand what they are looking at, seeing that now cameras are a Siamese invention, and not yet expanded to Great Britain. 

“That is the photograph of your daughter, the Royal Consort Felicia, her husband the King, and their son, Prince Gan. Unfortunately this was taken while their daughter, Princess Apsara was away in Qing.” Choked sobs rising from both the Duke and Duchess, while the Queen stared at the photograph in awe. 

“And- What is this painting? It seemed… Extremely realistic?” The Queen turned to Amelia, who is in a dilemma on how to explain the concept of a photograph.

“That is not a painting, but a photograph. Putting it simply, a photograph is like a magic picture made with a special box called a camera.” Amelia tried to explain, and added hand gestures to help them imagine it better. 

“Essentially, the job of a camera is to capture exactly what's in front of it, just like a mirror. Different from a painting in which it's a picture made by hand with paints and brushes.” The Queen squinted her eyes, if such a magnificent device exists, why don’t they have it already?

“And why have I yet to hear about this ‘special box’?” The Queen asked challengingly, but Amelia is not one to back down, thus she lightly replied. “Maybe because it’s a Siamese invention. I would have explained more, alas, I have a meeting to attend.” Amelia and Lynn curtsied, and Hugo bowed his head before the three Siamese exited the gazebo.

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Edited: 17/04/2024

More Than Diamond's Master List

IMPORTANT NOTES A/N: Hello, how are you guys? I hope you are well. Regarding this story that is following Julia Quinn's hit series, Bridgerton, I would start by saying I read the book first before I watch the Netflix series, thus I apologize if there are some differences with the Netflix version, but I will try to make it as similar as possible. I would also ask the readers to be kind when criticizing this story as this is my first time to actually publishing my work in the open. For the story, as you can see there is a time-travel tag. Our reader was sent back to the past with all the knowledge from the future. If you are also confused with Davika's education, I actually based her using Spencer Reid, a character from Criminal Minds. I also made Friedrich to be a year younger than Benedict when in actuality, he was born in 1794, 2 years younger than Daphne. If you are not interested or felt like those 2 themes ruined a historical romance story, then please do not leave any bad comments as you can just stop reading this story. Thank You Very Much! Much Love, Cinnamon Meilleure's Writing Room

#bridgerton #prince friedrich #lisa #lalisa #thailand #prussia #writing prompt #historical romance #history #romance #friedrich of prussia #freddie stroma #queen charlotte #daphne bridgerton #simon basset #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #time travel #back to the past #historical #regency era #prince frederick #colin bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #kit connor #eloise bridgerton #hyacinth bridgerton #francesca bridgerton #gregory bridgerton #violet bridgerton

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Them Against The City

PREVIOUSLY:

“Actually.. now that you ask that.. they mentioned a ��mrs. y/n’… do you know someone by that name?”

Ahhh… there's part two. The wonderful s/o they used to share. Someone they worshipped and honored like they were gold.

Until takemichi came in and ruined it.

See why he struck such a nerve?

WORD COUNT: 884

NOTES: smoking, mainly just plot

masterlist of the chapters

Chapter 3

"... I do know someone by that name, yes." Ran hesitantly answers, looking away to Kakucho, who had emerged from upstairs and had then migrated to the kitchen to talk with mikey.

Dropping the subject, his aunt followed his eyes to the men with a soft smile.

"They look like they treat you both well, Ran." referring to both him and rindou as she meets his eyes with her honey-glazed ones.

"They do, as best as they can," Ran replies with a soft smile as he offers his hand for her to grab onto as she stands up, giving her a quick peck as one of the maids escorts her outside to her car.

Ran turns around with a frown, his smile long gone, as he trudges up the stairs with a grumble. He barges into his brother's room, ignoring the man's protests as he plops himself on the bed with a huff.

"Auntie scold you? Or-"

"Takemichi is back on the prowl."

That was all it took for rindou's lips to snap shut as he paused his grooming and turned to Ran.

"He's already back? I thought he took his women and gang and left for Europe?" Rindou questions as he sets down the comb and joins his brother fully in his room again.

"That's what we all thought. Now he's sniffing around auntie's house to fish us and y/n out for another deal." ran says sourly.

"Ahhh, and y/n? They left the gang life though, why the hell does he need to involve them?" Rindou wonders out loud as he sits down on the bed next to his brother, staring at the ceiling in wonder.

Ran gasps to himself in horror as a thought hit him.

"What?"

"Something auntie said over the phone struck me as odd. And then when she just came, it still didn't add up. She said he came around for a deal, so why would he mention y/n if it wasn't that he wanted them involved too?" ran explains.

"We already got that down, idiot." rindou says as he rolls his eyes.

"No, I mean for them to join back into our old gang to help out."

Ran shifted to 4th gear, zooming past idle cars with rindou on his tail.

"You sure this is smart, Rin?" ran talks through his stereo as he looked in his mirror to catch a small frown on rindou's face.

"It's not, we both know it. He's not some crybaby anymore, he's grown into a dangerous man, especially in these past few years after we met. Just stick together and we'll make sure nobody else needed will get involved." rindou sighs as he turns onto a street, creeping down it before parking his car far away from Ran's.

"My car sticks out like a damn sore thumb." ran says with a chuckle as he approaches takemichi's door, peering through the peer hole the best he could before knocking three times.

An audible groan comes from inside along with some shouting before a small woman, no older than the brothers, appears at the door.

"Ah, h-hello." she greets them, a small tremble in her smile.

"Is takemichi here by any chance?" ran asks, not missing the flinch from the woman as the name is called as large footsteps were heard from behind her and the devil himself appeared into sight.

"What do you- oh, haitanis. Welcome." takemichi greets, ushering the woman out of the way as he steps outside with the brothers.

"Still don't know how to treat a woman right, huh?" ran says with a frown as takemichi blows a puff of smoke into his face.

"They knew what I was and still sighed up for a job, they get what they get." takemichi replies as he takes another drag of his cigarette.

"Okay... but-"

"I heard you visited our aunt's house the other day." rindou butts in, stomping on ran's foot as the man groans beside him.

"...yes, I did." takemichi hesitantly replies after watching ran's reaction.

"what for? you've known where we were for years now." rindou quizzes as his eyes turn to only slits as he squints his eyes to battle the smoke around him.

"It's fun to play with you brothers. I knew you would come around sniffing like hound dogs eventually. Plus, I missed your aunt from the old, good days, and I got her special tea to drink." takemichi winks as he puts out the cigarette with his shoe.

"That doesn't answer my question. If you had another deal, why not just-"

"ah ah, time's up. I have things to do. If you have some cash or a good gun, I can talk a little longer. But I have bitches to fuck and money to count." takemichi interrupts as he waves the brothers off.

The brothers exchange glances before ran throws a wad of 100s at the man's back before he walks in.

"15000, another minute." ran informs with a stern brow.

Takemichi picks up the cash and shrugs, walking in and slamming the door on them. The brothers sigh, but a small piece of paper flutters out of the mail opening in the door and onto the ground.

Ran picked up the paper and read with a grin;

'18:15, back of Musasho's'

#timeskip takemichi #takemichi #tokrev takemichi #takemichihanagaki #hanagaki takemichi #tokyo revengers takemichi #tokyo rev ran #ran haitani #ran and rindou #tokyo revengers ran #haitani ran #tokyo revengers rindou #haitani rindou #tokrev rindou #rindou haitani #rindou fanfic #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x you #plot #plot yayyy #chapter 3 #new series

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Baked with Love

TITLE: Baked with Love PAIRING: Newt/OC RATING: T CHAPTER: One-shot SUMMARY: Newt travels back to New York to see how his friends are doing.

[A/N - Written for @writer-wednesday​. Also, I have not seen “Secrets of Dumbledore”, so I apologize if anything is not canon-compliant.]

“Newt! Where are we going?” Daphne asked.

The Magizoologist pulled her through the streets of New York City.

Daphne had never been outside of England before, so Newt surprised her with a trip to New York. When she asked why, he only told her that he wanted to visit some old friends.

They stopped in front of a bakery.

Kowalski Quality Baked Goods.

“A bakery?” Daphne asked him. She’d been hoping for a bookshop. She and Newt met when he did a book signing at Flourish and Blotts in Diagon Alley.

“Yeah. Come inside,” Newt told her.

They went in and Daphne was hit the smell of freshly baked bread.

He pulled her over to a display case. “Look. Look!”

Inside were baked goods that looked like…

“Is…is that a Niffler?” Daphne asked.

The whole shop was filled with regular loaves of bread mixed in with various magical creatures like Demiguises and Erumpets.

“Newt? I thought this was a Muggle bakery?”

“They’re called No-Maj’s here.”

Daphne wrinkled her nose. “Well that’s not very original.”

“Newt!” a blonde woman squealed. She ran forward and hugged him. “What a surprise!”

Newt pulled away and put his hand on Daphne’s lower back. “Queenie, this is my girlfriend Daphne. Daphne, this is my friend Queenie Goldstein.”

Daphne was surprised by Queenie hugging her.

“Oh, I’m hugger sweetie,” Queenie said.

That was weird. Daphne hadn’t said that out loud.

“I can read minds, honey. Used to have trouble with Brits, it’s the accents, but I’ve gotten better.”

“Is Jacob here?” Newt asked.

“Oh yeah! He’s in the back. Follow me,” Queenie told them. She led them into the back.

A portly man stood at an island with flour all over his hands.

“Look who I found, honey!” Queenie said.

Jacob looked up and smiled. “Newt!” Jacob wiped his hands on a towel and embraced his friend.

“It’s good to see you, Jacob.”

“Who’s the doll?”

“Our little Newt got a girlfriend!” Queenie said, making Daphne blush.

“Daphne, this is Jacob Kowalski,” Newt said.

“Oh! Are you the owner?” Daphne asked.

Jacob nodded. “Yes ma’am.”

“If you’re a…a No-Maj, how do you know what magical beasts look like?”

Newt had explained to her that while America now allowed Muggles and Magical people to be together and get married, they weren’t on the same level as Europe.

“That’s rather a long story,” Jacob said.

“Maybe you could come for dinner!” Queenie suggested.

“I don’t think…” Newt started.

Queenie pouted. “But it’s been so long! I’ll make you that cocoa you loved so much.”

Daphne put her hand on Newt’s arm. “We’d love to.”

Queenie smiled. “Great! We’ll see you tonight. You still remember the way, right?”

Newt nodded.

Queenie giggled and clapped her hands with happiness.

Newt was frowning, but Queenie’s happiness made Daphne smile too.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Why are you so nervous?” Daphne asked Newt.

“I’m not.”

“You won’t stop messing with your waistcoat.”

It was one of his tells. That and Pickett kept making squeaking noises.

“Calm down,” Daphne told him, “Everything will be fine.” She held out her finger and Pickett crawled onto her hand. Daphne set him on her shoulder and rang the doorbell.

A dark headed woman answered. “…Newt.”

“Hey Tina.”

Daphne looked between the two.

“Tina, this is Daphne. My girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Daphne, this is Tina Goldstein. Queenie’s sister. I didn’t know you were living with Queenie and Jacob.”

“I’m not. I’m just visiting before I go back to Paris.”

There was history between Tina and Newt. Daphne wasn’t blind.

They stood there for a few moments until they saved by Queenie.

“Newt! Daphne! Come in!” Queenie ushered them inside.

Tina threw on her coat.

“Are you not staying for dinner?” Queenie asked.

“Another night. I’m going to MACUSA,” Tina said and walked out the front door.

“Well I guess tonight will just be a double date.”

Newt took off his tweed coat and Hufflepuff scarf, throwing them in a chair.

There was magic everywhere in Queenie and Jacob’s apartment. The food was cooking itself. Dishes washed themselves in the sink. Scissors and thread were creating a dress.

It made Daphne smile. It reminded her of home.

“So, Daphne tell me about yourself,” Queenie said.

“Well, I met Newt after he published his book. He was doing a book signing where I was working and well…I guess you could say it was love at first sight.”

Queenie sighed. “How romantic! It was the same with Jacob. I just knew he was the one! Normally I don’t associate with No-Maj’s much, but Jacob changed my mind about them. Being a mind-reader tends to make people uncomfortable, especially No-Maj’s.”

They talked about school, comparing Hogwarts to Ilvermorny and other things until dinner was ready.

Daphne took a bite and moaned. “God, this is so good!”

Queenie smiled. “Thank you!” She leaned over and wrapped her hand around Jacob’s, looking at him with such adoration.

The same way Daphne looked at Newt.

“It was baked with love.”

Taglist: @autumnleaves1991-blog @clydesducktape

#newt scamander #newt scamander imagines #newt/oc #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fantastic beasts and where to find them imagines #harry potter #harry potter imagines #writer wednesday

[amazonworrier]

The greatest showman as an AU? Zac Efron/zendaya pairing I forget their character names lol lol

Oh I knew I had a Greatest Showman ask buried in here somewhere! I rewatched it the other night and my mind ran WILD. It’s not quiteeee what you asked for (sorry) but I’m braindumping it here anyway:

Santana as P.T Barnum. 

Grew up on the streets after her Abuela kicked her out for being gay. At age 11, met and immediately fell in love with a young, blonde child of wealth called…

Brittany! As Charity Barnum. 

Her parents don’t approve of her relationship but respect her decision anyway. Santana makes her money working on the railroad by pretending to be a man for a few years then waltzes up to the front door of the Pierce family home and asks Britt to run away with her. Which she does. Without question. Can you imagine the two of them singing A Million Dreams to a montage of married cuteness? Because I can. I have. It’s wonderful. 

Obviously, being an interracial lesbian couple in the 1800s is hard, so as far as wider society knows, they’re just friends. It’s safer that way. The museum of strange and wonderful things is actually Brittany’s idea, but Santana helps her get it off the ground by talking her way into a loan from the bank. When it fails and no one shows up, she finds herself desperately trying to make the money back in time.

That’s when we meet Trouty Mouth. 

Santana finds Sam selling oranges at a local fruit market and asks him how many he can fit in his mouth. He remarks that he’s never had any balls in his mouth, but decides to try - taking his shirt off in the process for absolutely no reason. Needless to say, the act draws a huge crowd....

Santana sees $$$$ and asks Sam to come work for her. She then tells Brittany her idea, and the pair begin searching the streets for oddballs and outcasts to join their show. Thanks to the blatant racism & homophobia plaguing society at the time, there’s an abundance of choice... 

And thus the circus is born!

Notable cast members include: 

The Changs - a trapeze duo who everyone assumes are related because they look similar and have the same last name. They’re not. Y’all are just racist. 

Mercedes Jones - a super talented singer who has been shunned by society due to the colour of her skin. (and YES, she sings This is Me. Of course she does). 

Artie Abrams - the two-wheeled dancer

Kurt Hummel - the self-proclaimed triple threat seeking sanctuary from a never ending barrage of death threats over his sexuality.

Frankenteen - the world’s tallest man-child. 

Needless to say, the circus quickly attracts notoriety, and abundant criticism from local newspaper woman Sue Sylvester, who seeks to destroy them at every turn. 

Still, among the people it remains a roaring success. As ticket sales rise, Santana realises she needs more money to expand, and so partners up (on a 70/30 split) with well-respected, wealthy stage actress, Quinn Fabray, who has long-since grown tired of her station in life. Quinn blends seamlessly with the rest of the show, acting as Santana’s stand-in and second in command on a number of occasions. Sue Sylvester describes the pair as ‘a match made in Hell.’ (and yes, they do sing the Other Side in a bar together. It’s great). 

Of course, good things never last. Trouble arrives quickly for both of them... 

For Quinn, it’s in the form of Tina Cohen-Chang, whom she’s immediately stunned by upon meeting, later realising it’s a little something called love. Needless to say, her dating an Asian woman raises a few eyebrows among polite society. Having been shunned by others all her life, Tina distances herself from Quinn, believing it to be safer for both of them that way. (I just think they’d cover Rewrite the Stars really well together, okay??). 

For Santana, it’s in the form of one Rachel Berry, a famous singer from Europe, who Santana meets at their audience with the Queen, and taps to be the next big thing in the US. She puts every last cent she has into promoting Rachel’s show, tossing aside the circus (and her relationship with Brittany) in the process. We get two fabulous dream-sequency solos out of all this mess: 

Rachel singing Never Enough

Brittany singing Tightrope 

Rachel develops feelings for Santana while they’re on tour. When she makes her feelings known, Santana politely rejects her, announcing that she intends to return home before the last few shows are over. Rachel’s heart is broken. She kisses Santana ‘goodbye’ in front of the press after the show that night, leaving Santana stunned... 

Meanwhile, tensions rise between the circus and the locals, and an angry mob burn the place to the ground. Santana arrives to discover her life’s work in flames. All are accounted for but one. Quinn, having mistakenly believed Tina to be in danger, lies unconscious somewhere inside. With Sam and Finn’s help, Santana rescues Quinn moments before the structure collapses. She then travels home to find Brittany packing up her things, having seen the photos in the papers of her and Rachel kissing. The news also revealed that Rachel has abandoned the tour, stating no intention of performing again. Brittany is furious that Santana gambled their life away without asking. She reasons that she would’ve said yes if Santana asked her, but she didn’t, and that’s a far worse betrayal. A heartbroken Brittany returns home to her parents. 

Santana loses everything. 

Devastated, she retreats to a local bar. The troupe find her there, Mercedes leading the charge in saying that despite Santana’s many shortcomings, they still think she’s worth the trouble. She created a home for all of them - a family.  Inspired, Santana resolves to build a new show and not let her desire for fame take over this time. She reconciles with Brittany, while Quinn recovers in hospital with Tina at her side.

As the dust settles, Quinn offers her share of the original circus’ profits to help Santana rebuild, in exchange for becoming a full partner this time, which Santana gladly accepts. They start afresh by the docks, where land is cheaper, in an open-air tent circus.

The revamped circus is a huge success. We end on Santana, Quinn and Brittany taking centre stage with everyone else in front of a huge audience; a reluctant Sue Sylvester applauding them in the crowd.

#anon #brittana #quinntana #pezberry #glee au #santana lopez #brittany s. pierce #quinn fabray #kurt hummel #tina cohen chang #quinntina #mike chang #finn hudson #sam evans #artie abrams #sue sylvester #mercedes jones #rachel berry

[honemura]

SHUFFLE × The Numbing Noir Neige Black Snow/Episode 3

〈A few days later〉

Kohaku: "Hmm… This is the rumored "European Village" I wondered what it'd be like to recreate the local buildings. Does the real Europe has this kinda atmosphere..?"

Rei: "Oh. I, too, have often traveled abroad, and the atmosphere is completely natural This brick architecture looks just like the town where I studied And the church in the distance… It is so well done that it's hard to believe it's only a replica of the real thing"

Nagisa: "…I remember this village was developed during the bubble era theme park boom …I heard that the park was opened when the whole country was booming and continued to operate at a modest pace but it has been working at a loss for many years and was recently closed down"

Rei: "Oh, well. Ran-kun knows a lot Yes, it was an unfortunate end for a theme park, but this old-fashioned atmosphere is very much in keeping with the local character Ran-kun is familiar with the local scenery, isn't he? I heard that you had experience abroad as well"

Nagisa: "…Me? That's right, I think I know a thing or two … I'm not doing anything big enough to go study abroad, though"

Mayoi: "You are all amazing… I've never been to a foreign country… I have not traveled much in Japan, let alone abroad. The only notable trip I have taken was to Hokkaido for the SS qualifying round"

Ritsu: "Well, idol work involves stuff like regional location shooting, and I guess that's enough for some of the indoorsy types, right? I'm not the type of person who wants to travel too far unless I have something to do at my parents' house Familiar places are the best. Futons, beds…🎵"

Mayoi: "R-right..! I think it's the best to be in the place you are used to..! Ufufu. I was wondering what I would do if everyone in the Shuffle Unit had too much life experience, but I'm glad you could relate" (whisper)"And it's not just Sakuma-san, but Ritsu-san as well… When you get in contact with him, he's not as scary a person what you've heard from parents"

Ritsu: "Huh? What's the matter with me?"

Mayoi: "N-no! It's nothing! For that matter, Kohaku, do you have any travel experience? At least, you seem you've never been to Europe"

Kohaku: "Yeah, I haven't had that experience either I'm relieved t'hear ya are the same as me in this regard, Mayoi-han. Even this European village is so out of the ordinary that I was afraid I was the only one who felt out of place Well, we're shooting after this, and it doesn't look like we'll have time to worry 'bout that"

Rei: "Hm. Seems like the staff is gathering Let's greet everyone right away. It looks like little miss has already arrived at the site and is inspecting the situation It will be a good idea to tell them our roles and names so that they will remember us"

Nagisa: "…Yes, that's right. We're new actors, and we should be more polite than usual"

Rei: "Thank you, staff, for coming together for us! I am Sakuma Rei, and I will be playing the role of Hardey, the Reaper of Condemnation in the upcoming production I will give a performance that will live up to the honor of being selected for the lead role. I look forward to your continued support"

Nagisa: "…I am Ran Nagisa. I will be playing the role of The Gravekeeping Reaper. Please give me your best regards …I'm not very good at playing but I will do my best by communicating with all the staff members"

Kohaku: "Uhh, m'name is Oukawa Kohaku, the new idol who plays the role of a Half-Reaper Boy I'm a strong singer, but if there's anything wrong with my intonation, I'd appreciate ya guidance!"

Mayoi: "O-oh, I'm also a newcomer, I'm Ayase Mayoi, who plays The Freezing Reaper… I-I have a bit of stage fright, but I'll do my best!"

Ritsu: "I'm Sakuma Ritsu. I'll be playing the role of The Eternal Reaper I'm happy to be able to create this wonderful work of art with you"

Rei: "It seems that everyone was able to greet the staff properly. Good boys Well, let's put our luggage down and get into our costumes right away, shall we?"

Ritsu: "Wait a minute. I'm still in a middle of my greeting. Can you not just force me to work it like that?"

Rei: "… Oukawa-kun and Ayase-kun. If you need anything, you can count on me. And I will be counting on you"

Mayoi: "Y-yes… To be honest, I've been nervous the whole time, but I'll do my best..!"

Kohaku: "Thanks. I'm so glad ya showed me a good example"

Ritsu: "…Um?" (Now Anija is blatantly ignoring me) (Come to think of it, he was strangely quiet today. I don't think he's been sticky with me) (Or was that just a coincidence, bad timing? …Nah, I'm just thinking too much) (How in heaven's name could that Anija ignore me?)

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#enstars #ritsu sakuma #rei sakuma #mayoi ayase #kohaku oukawa #nagisa ran #la mort #noir neige #ensemble stars

[doctor-grimshaw-and-co]

Interview Series 1: Dr. Grimshaw

Interviewer: So, Dr. Grimshaw, we hear that you have quite the little practice here. Can you tell us about it?

Dr. Grimshaw: Oh, yes, of course! Well, I founded the practice, originally in London, in 1657; a little under ten years before the Great Plague of London! Ahh, I was around for the first outbreak of the Plague back in 1346, as well! I wasn't under my own practice at that time, however. I suppose I should give a bit of my own backstory, so that you can follow along...

I'm roughly 2,080 years old; I've since forgotten my actual birthyear, but I update my age about every five years; the next time being in 2025. I also do not remember my birthday. But I do remember, when I was a young lad, possibly under 10, I studies in Greece under a little known physician, Eukleides. He has unfortunately been lost to time; but I'll always remember how he made me love to learn! When I was about 20, I was fully practicing medicine with him, and looking to take on an apprentice! However, in our little city of... of... hm... I can't seem to remember the name... It will come back to me in the middle of the night, probably. Either way, these beings started to come to the city. Many had promised to give greater knowledge to the little boys than the philosophers already there! But then some of them promised all the adults under 25! What luck! Of course, I accepted; Eukleides was a bit jealous, but proud nonetheless! I started studying these new texts, these new methods of treatment, all these new things! Ah, it was wonderful! My new teacher, Resheph, taught me these new, amazing things! I studied sigils of protection, of health, of healing! I could draw these designs of people and save them from death! When I was roughly 25, some political and religious representatives from the Middle East came and declared that what we were doing was forbidden, an abomination to God. Our entire town was to be burned to the ground! The teachers took their apprentices and ran; some of them died before they could get away, and about half were tracked down and murdered... I was almost one of them... My teacher... My friend, Resheph told me, "I can give you the power to save many people for the rest of time... Slice your palm, and I shall slice mine, and we shall be bonded in blood...!" And I did... My hair went from a nice brown, complementing my skin, to a stark black, as with my eyes... I... I do regret the contract... Afterall, immortality is actually more of a curse than a blessing... I, do not remember most of my life... there are many blank spaces, some that span years... decades... Even in a life as long as mine, surely I should remember important historical details! But, I don't... The main thing I don't remember is the time before Eukleides... I don't know who my parents were, or why I was studying under him... To be honest, I don't really remember what he looked like, I just remember how he made me feel... and what we did together... Ah... I'm getting sentimental! My apologies!

Anyway, after my contract, obviously I couldn't be killed. I had also gained what I was so desperately coveting from Resheph; his ability to manipulate energy itself! During this day and age, it's known as psionic powers. And I can do many a thing with it! I can use it to heal magical curses, hexes, jinxes, even poisonings! I can also heal physical injuries, but that takes a greater deal of energy, so I don't really do that very often; usually only when I've gotten into a tussle with some other magical creature, typically angels trying to kill me... Ah... What was the question again...?

Interviewer: Can you tell us about your practice?

Dr. Grimshaw: Oh, dear! I've gone terribly off topic! Ahem, right! I started my practice after sojourning from Eastern Europe to England, for about... hmm... 1,500 years? Yes, that sounds about right! I had met Dr. Boris Ivanovich when I was in modern day Ukraine; I'm not sure how old he is... Anyway, we'd travelled about Europe and Scandinavia for that time, performing medical miracles from country to country; usually until we were chased out of town for being "heathens" or "witches"... I cannot count the amount of times I've had to be reanimated, have limbs reattached, including my head, escape from bindings and swim to the surface, or reset my own legs after falling from the gallows... Haah... But anyway, we travelled about, and eventually settled in England. After about 100 years of travelling through there, Ireland, Scottland, and Wales, practicing medicine; I decided to open my own practice! Dr. Boris didn't want his name attached, however; he felt he was unfit for a public role... I helped a great deal in the Great Plague of London! When I studied under Resheph, he taught me about the tiny microbes in the air! He, didn't phrase it like that; he called them "small pestilences" that take over unclean bodies. When the plague hit London, I knew that I had to be completely covered; I was head to toe in leather, and waxed clothing! I mean, I had always completely covered myself for safety's sake, but I had to do more! My favorite herbs to stuff my beak with were garlic, basil, and caraway! Although, caraway was harder to get... During the Plague, Dr. Boris would reanimate human victims to try and get answers; but most didn't know sign language, and were illiterate... He did try to get me to translate, but we did not have the water for the both of us to be taking baths every day...

During our time in London, I had to fake their accent, and it stuck with me to this day, haha... England has always seemed to have a habit of othering people who don't look or sound like them... Having darker, well, everything, made me a target... I had always had a mask; the Plague just changed its shape. I like this shape better, though! I've always liked ravens.

In about 18... 1810? No, 1830! 20...? Ugh! Sometime in the early 1800's! We immigrated to America! I would say I deeply regret this, but then again, without it we wouldn't have met Dr. Damien... I had opened a practice in the mountains, catering to all walks of life! I was quite proud! I still am! Dr. Damien was a travelling physician who had heard about us from the locals as he happened to be passing through on his way North to Canada. At first, he was a bit startled by my mask, but after explaining the reason behind it... well, the medical reason, at least... he asked to practice with us! We all settled down in this old wood building. Immediately, Dr. Boris could tell something was off; but he was intrigued by it, so he didn't tell us about his feelings. He ended up finding a supposedly abandoned graveyard about half a mile behind our practice. He did not tell us about it, until one night we caught him carrying a corpse in through the back! Of course, during this time, we learned about Dr. Damien being an alchemist, and a skilled one at that! He could achieve only what people have dreamed of! He told me he sold his soul to something, but he wasn't sure what... Haah... We still haven't really figured out what he sold it to... I know I sold my soul to a demon, seeing that whenever any sort of Holy Scripture or ritual is done near me, I start to get headaches, stomach aches, heartburn, back pain, haahh... Even Nurse Willow has to be careful what kind of ritual protection she's putting on the building... I personally just let my parts of the building be un-blessed and deal with the light nausea that happens when she renews spells. I'm certainly not going to stop her from feeling safe; she lives here too!

After a long while of receiving patients who were dressed in outdated styles, sometimes by decades! We discovered that our building is the epicenter of a blip in space-time! The radius seems to extend to most of the, rather large, forest behind us, as well as at least five miles away; but seeing that other buildings are in the way, we can't really get a good estimate, plus we don't know if the blip is circular, ovular, or otherwise... Every so often, there will be a new body or tombstone in the graveyard. We still treat people from the 1800's sometimes. We still move forward in time, seemingly. It is 2023, correct?

Interviewer: Yes, it is. Are there any other happenings around the area?

Dr. Grimshaw: Well, we frequently have visitors from other realms, including demons, angels, Fae, eldritch beings, mutated animals, and the like. Also, amongst the local deer population, there seems to be an outbreak of Chronic Wasting Disease; please, be careful! It looks like it's about to make the jump from deer to humans!

Interviewer: Of course. What is the source of your powers?

Dr. Grimshaw: Well, my main source is myself; I use the mental energy I have to use my powers. I can also get energy from my sugar, fat, and, if worse comes to worse, my muscle stores. Also, electricity and living things via skin to skin contact. If I'm truly in a pinch, I'll take my boots and socks off and run on the energy of the Earth's magnetic field. Those other sources tend to drain my energy faster than the main one so, I tend to stick to using my mental energy.

Interviewer: Well, Dr. Grimshaw, you've answered all our questions, so, we hope you have a good day!

Dr. Grimshaw: Already? Ah, well, I guess I have been going on tangents this entire time... Oh well, you have a good day as well!

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Copycat: Agent Zero —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: Currently writing the next phase and I’m suffering a case of major plotholes -Danny

Words: 1,409

Phase Four Masterlist

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Listen to: ‘Without Me’ -by With Confidence

x: Agent Zero & Peter Parker

Someone was shoving her shoulder.

"Yes, going!" Cat grumbled, her cheek red from the time spent pressed against the window. "Where... where are we?"

"Been calling your name, but you're a heavy sleeper," Peter said as he stood, "we're in a rest stop, if you want to get your pills now's the time."

She blinked, trying to get her eyes to stop hurting. Peter glanced at her over his shoulder and stopped.

"What?" Cat said, still a bit drowsy.

"Your eyes are purple," he whispered hurriedly, "change back, change back!"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" The agent obliged quickly. "Good?"

He made sure everything was normal, then nodded. "You gotta be careful..."

"My head feels like it's stuffed with cotton," she complained.

As they walked out of the bus, the driver stopped Peter and pointed to a door where a blonde lady was waiting. the boy tried to move away but Cat grabbed his shoulder.

"Let's go."

They entered what seemed to be a small bar, the boy was the first to approach the lady. "Hello."

"Close the door."

Cat did it and then stood next to her friend.

"Uhm... I'm Peter Parker, I don't know if you know Cat, she's—"

"Take off your clothes."

Cat felt Peter's silent shock and heard a weak 'Excuse me?'

"You told Fury Spider-Man cannot be seen in Europe. So I made you this." The lady grabbed a package from the table. "Another suit."

"Oh, thank you," Peter grabbed it. "I'm sure it fits fine. I don't need to try—"

"Take off your clothes!"

"Okay!" The boy dropped his backpack and began to unzip his pants. "Sure... umm— it's a little embarrassing..."

Cat was torn between amusement and outrage. "I've had to wear the same suit for over five years and he gets a new one?"

"Are you looking?" Peter asked with a high-pitched voice. "Turn around!"

When he was pulling down his pants completely, one of his classmates walked into the room. "Oh shit—"

The blonde lady tried to pull out a gun and Peter caught her wrist, standing between them with his pants down.

"Sorry," said Peter's classmate, Cat didn't recognize the guy. "I thought this was the bathroom."

"This is not what it looks like!" Peter exclaimed.

The boy looked down at his phone, a flash briefly illuminating their faces.

"What was that?" Cat asked threateningly.

"I'll leave you three alone..." As he turned away, the older agent fully grabbed her gun and pointed it at the boy's back, Peter stood in front of her.

"Don't shoot anybody!" He warned through gritted teeth, he pulled up his pants, and ran out the door. "BRAD!"

Cat grabbed the suit the lady had made for Peter and thanked her before moving towards the door. Outside she could hear the boys talking.

"...I know you're trying to get with MJ. It's obvious. But I like her too and I just don't think it's fair that you're fooling around with your ex-girlfriend."

"Wait a minute— Hey, hey," Peter's voice lost his friendliness, "you cannot show her that photo, dude. C'mon."

"I'm sorry, man. I have to. She deserves the truth."

Cat heard one pair of feet moving away and Mr. Dell's voice calling them back to the bus, she came out of her hiding spot.

"Man, teenagers these days are assholes," she placed Peter's suit inside her backpack. "Want me to teach him a lesson?"

"I'm not sure that'd be right," Peter muttered, his eyes glued to the back of Brad's head.

"Hey, Peter," she nudged his arm to get him to look at her, "that guy took a picture of my face. We need to get rid of it."

Peter blinked. "You still don't like that?"

She frowned. "C.C. Stark cannot be associated with S.H.I.E.L.D and Katrina looks too much like her, someone might put two and two together. I'll be damned if I let a horny teenager ruin my alias."

"I'll take care of it, don't worry." They started to walk towards the bus, Peter stopped again. "I'm not the horny teenager, am I?"

Cat stared at him. "No, Peter. Get on the bus."

"Is Brad a target?" He looked at Cat waiting for an answer, and she shrugged. "Yeah. He's a target. He's a target." Peter's eyes widened. "Initiating what now?"

"Oh no— no no no..." Cat heard it before she saw it. She closed her eyes tightly. "this is Washington all over again."

"What?"

"You sent a drone here!" She hissed under her breath.

"Oh my God," Peter looked through the wide window.

Flash reached and took away Peter's glasses.

"Mouse," Cat tapped her earpiece, "drone approaching, can you help?"

"I can start your suit," the A.I. offered. "D'you want me to?"

"No—"

There was a harsh slapping noise next to her and she looked at Peter, who was still half-standing above her.

"Peter, hurry up!" She urged him. "Stop playing!"

"I'm so sorry..." He was looking at Flash, he'd knocked him out on accident.

"Peter!"

"I'm on it!" He put the glasses on and moved, standing fully in the hall. "Edith, don't kill Brad!"

"Did you punch Flash?" Asked one of his classmates.

"No!" Cat and Peter responded. She knelt in her seat and looked around. "That cloud looks like a spaceship!"

Once she distracted the others, Peter moved and shot a web at the steering wheel, forcing the bus to tilt to the right. They scratched the retaining bar of the highway and Cat hit her ribs on the armrest.

"Oh, God..." she grunted.

"The glasses— Cat where are—?"

"There!" She pointed at the steps behind him.

"Peter and C.C! Stop fooling around and buckle up right now!"

"Look at the baby mountain goats!" Peter exclaimed as he recovered the A.I.

As soon as he gave them a second distraction, Cat rushed to the side and unlocked the trap door above their heads by pressing the emergency button. She used the sonic repulsor on her watch and pointed at the opening, Peter jumped through it.

He closed the trap door on his way down, Cat locked it again and spotted the drone crashing down behind their bus. She snatched Peter's glasses and sat, hanging them on her shirt.

"You missed them," the boy announced to his classmates all out of breath.

"I know you think none of us have noticed, Peter," Betty spoke, "but your new look? I love it. Right, babe?"

"Yeah. Sophisticated, classy, very European."

"Thanks," Peter fell heavily next to her. Cat was facing forward, struggling to keep a straight face. "Stop laughing, C!"

They looked at each other, the second their eyes met Cat snorted so hard she bent forward. Peter was also laughing, but he was mortified as well.

"I can't believe you almost killed all of your friends for a girl again," she giggled. "Not that it happens often, but the fact that it's happened twice is absurd!"

"You're laughing, but you were ready to kill me a minute ago," he pointed out.

"That's the cool thing about mistakes," Cat grinned, "if you fix them, you can laugh after."

Peter reached for his glasses and put them back on. "Let's try that again."

Cat was falling asleep again when Peter nudged her side.

"What? Am I drooling?"

"No, sorry," he whispered, "I... I've been thinking..."

"That never turns out well for me," she groaned.

"Rude. Anyway, I've been thinking," he moved a little to face her, "you should talk to MJ."

"Why?"

"Because she was pretty bummed out when you left. She doesn't know anything, C. I think the least you could do is make up an excuse."

Cat stared out the window with an unreadable expression, it took a minute before she decided to respond. "I ended things in a shitty way, didn't I?"

"You can fix it," Peter replied. "A few weeks ago she asked where Pietro's grave was. I couldn't take her 'cause it's got his real name on it, but she was sorry that you had gone through it alone."

"MJ's a good person," she shook her head. "I've lied to her for years, she's better off without me."

"You don't have to be friends again, just give her this so she stops feeling like she did something wrong."

"Did you feel like you did something wrong when I left you?"

"Yes," the boy looked away from her, "but I'm okay now. Just like you said I'd be."

She let out a heavy sigh. "It's not that you weren't enough... I convinced myself that the way I was living was my true destiny, but when you returned, the world filled with 'What ifs'... They haunt me."

Cat turned to face the window, Peter's talent for making her spill her secrets annoyed her.

"I'll talk to MJ. Now let me sleep or I'll tell Mr. Harrington I saw you buying drugs at the rest stop."

"Okay," she heard the smile in his voice, "have a nice nap."

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[the-firebird69]

Hudson Bay - Wikipedia

It's an 800 mi ship this gigantic the robot computers are tearing apart but they lost to us our son did his job and the ship is still there hardly any of you care you will it's going to waste your fleet a tire of your fleet tired of all you. Not tired of my friend I know him from a long time ago you people are so mean it's horrible and you're so stupid it's horrible. Now the robot computer took over and it was ghwb he wins most of them and he's out because the computer took over from him 1975 George's robot computer assisted in the surgeries on Mac Daddy Tommy favino and other higher-ups including Michael too Daniel and others who act real stupid and implied cork is frontal lobe to them and they put his frontal lobe on them love you blowing his frontal lobe out and it's gone the people recommend that you let yours grow and you won't do it it takes a little bit of time about a week of intensive therapy with jeans and stem cells whatever you did do it but he died because he protested what you were doing to our son the morlock did not encourage it yes they did and they're losing but the robots are losing as well but they have a plan and it makes sense and put all the AI up on Titan and the collect your ships to make robots now we have to car Wash and we know about it oh really the mirrors were done by the robots and they were after a son in Worcester that's what he killed robots are taking their people over it was fast he also ran away from them and many other locations including the hospital he escaped them several times and was trapped by them because of you people it's a sci-fi movie here all the time and you people are barely aware of it Mac Daddy himself was framed for murder and Tommy savino was set up you don't know how to fight him and you're not we're going to be forced to invade the shadow dome because the robots are taking control and we don't want to face them like we did in the Hudson Bay and our sunset we better not let him get anywhere near that situation level and they can come out in March on us and have special now we can't see this being loose and in any way on that scale solar proceeding I was going to take them over

Right now we're finishing up in Norway Denmark and Sweden within the hour we will have those Saturday and we're doing a big pushing it right now and he says it is excellent and by Savage opress permission and mine and Freya he is going to request from Uriel and goddess wife extra troops and extra Giants and whatever they can spare and Poseidon in God's wife and Uriel and got his wife agree and are sending them and Poseidon and got his wife are sending them and is requesting him from Rafael and got his wife and his area and he's getting everybody together and they're sending them from Gu and got us wife and yes they're sending him from beitel and got his wife who really probably needs help and but he's sending what he can spare and yeah lawyers are good this teams that go with them that can spot stuff in Europe and up in that area and that's what they're doing and Britain especially and they're on it and god and goddess of India Pakistan the Middle East Germany if he has covered someone says and the caucuses to please send what you can spare for Giants and other specialists but not to reduce your security for us and they all agree and my son does and daughter-in-law has done a great job he has and I'm trying to use my influence to get him all the help he needs to finish it up and to make sure it's safe and we will move on to the next project and will and please don't forget to thank him for his efforts it's a beautiful child to save my life and saved his mother's life

You're welcome Savage Oppress says

That was our son and he's encouraging people now to help out we're going to do this we need to have this is a giant problem and really these people are a mess

Thor Freya

We have it shortly we have 100% control and I know what you mean we need it as much help as we can get in prepping clearing mining and making it safe and securing them it's a very hard job and he'll be up there observing they'll be able to sign and provide what we need so terrific idea remember appreciate the help he says oh I forgot YouTube Frank Castle Hardcastle Duke Nukem Blockbuster and you mean 4 Hera says, yes I set him up that's our power you saw that girl and what happens she gets set up a computer and mac and Tommy have practically everybody set her up so don't look down because I'm down here getting set up at the same people wondering why they thought they could do that to a female and then you said probably pretty much do what they want to get all these clones and working on that too the time is running out on this treatment Hera ads

And she means my s on us. I'm going to town on them we can't stand anymore

Thor Freya

They're talking about going after females and they mean us while the morlock her attacking them they're talking about going after a woman huge huge numbers of warlock are attacking them all over the world and in situ it's a giant strike huge basis of Max are under siege in a massive way gigantic areas are empty it's three times the size of the east and west coast emptied out today and we're taking it it went in and we emptied all the bunkers and we secured them and we moved on to the next areas right now they're breaking them all I'm pulling them out tonight we're getting Giants we're going to keep on growing

Thor Freya again

Olympus

[lifeofroos]

A/N: Maybe it’s been done already. Even so, it definitely needs to be done again. Without further ado: Peter Parker, Spiderman, meets Percy Jackson, modern hero of Olympus. It takes place during the time Percy sets of to college in Camp Jupiter, while Peter is still in high-school here - far-from-home era I’d say (meaning Tony is dead already and soon Peter will go to Europe). 

AO3 - KoFi

I met my hero today

‘Percy! If you don’t get up now, you’ll miss the bus and then your flight!’

‘Peter! You overslept again! Don’t tell me you’ve been out crime-fighting at night!’

Percy shot right up. He hadn't thought to take off his clothes before going to bed and he hadn’t brushed his teeth either. Why, why did he let himself get distracted by an old Spiderman-movie of all things? 

Peter got out of bed. He actually had been out fighting bad guys too late again. He knew Happy and May didn’t approve of it, but he couldn’t help it. It felt like his responsibility. At least he was still wearing his clothes and even his shoes. He began gathering his books. 

Percy snatched his bags up from the floor and bolted down the stairs. His mother stood by the door, with a lunch bag in hand.

‘I put an embarrassing note in there so that everyone in Camp Jupiter knows you overslept and your mother had to make your breakfast and lunch.’ 

Percy kissed her on the cheek. ‘Thanks, mom.’

‘I’m only so calm because you’ll be back in a few days.’

‘See you then!’

‘Run!’

When he came down the stairs, Aunt May pushed a lunch bag into his hands. ‘Go, otherwise you’ll be late for the bus.’

‘I’ll be fine.’

May had concern in her eyes. ‘Are you sure, Peter? You know I do not approve of nightly journeys.’

‘We’ll talk after school, bye!’ Peter bolted out the door, immediately regretting not putting on a coat. 

Percy sprinted down the street. The bus drove by him and the stop was still a couple of hundred metres away. 

The bus was rolling up to the stop. Peter ran quicker, praying to whatever god would listen that he would catch it. 

If only he were Spiderman, then he could simply web his way to the airport.  

Almost there, almost there, yes, yes… 

Bang, klang, klance, boing, and a bunch of other sounds neither Peter nor Percy could define. They fell to the ground and both tore their lunch bag in the process. food piled onto the dirty New York ground. 

Percy jumped up and pulled the cap of off Riptide. ‘Who or what is there?’

‘Who? What?’ Peter felt a little woozy and sick. 

‘Who’s there?’ 

‘Eh… me?’ 

Percy lowered his sword, noticing the person by his feet. They looked like someone his age, maybe younger. It could be a trick, of course… 

He froze when he recognised the face. ‘But, you are…’ 

Peters’ eyes went big. ‘You are Percy Jackson!’ He clambered to his feet. ‘You live in my world? In the same New York? How come I have never met you before?’

‘Eh…’

‘Oh man, I think not even the Avengers know of this!’ 

Percy blinked. ‘Are you really… spider-man?’ 

‘Yes.’ Peter opened his bag and pulled out his mask. ‘See? Look, it works…’ he pulled the mask over his face. It formed itself to his facial features, fitting perfectly. 

Percy squeeled. ‘You are spider-man! Shouldn’t you be on the news? Why do I never hear about you?’ Percy clasped his hands together. ‘You mentioned the Avengers, right? Now I am sure I never heard of them. Only from the movies.’ 

‘Movies?’ Peter raised the eyes of his suit. ‘I mean, I guess I only know you through the books and the musical. Yet, I mean, you guys are hidden, so I thought-‘

‘What books and musical?’ Percy felt more confused by the minute. ‘The only books I can think off are divine-world-exclusive. Booklets for the camps and stuff.’ 

‘Those exist as companion-books,’ Peter explained. ‘Although… seeing as how I don’t know anything about movies, perhaps… huh.’ He stopped. ‘Weird.’ 

‘Almost like we can’t be from the same worlds,’ Percy thought out loud. For the first time since meeting Peter, he looked around. 

They were standing by a busstop, but it wasn’t the good old busstop Percy recognised. The same went for the buildings, the cars, the people. It felt like a whole different city, even if the skyline told him it was definitely New York. ‘Strange.’ 

‘Yeah,’ Peter agreed. ‘Where are we? Could it be magic?’ 

‘By all means the gods could be screwing me over again,’ Percy snarled. 

‘I know even less then you,’ Peter agreed. ‘I only know one god and that’s mister Thor. Oh! Do you know the Thor from your world?’

‘I have a cousin-in-law who met Thor,’ Percy told him. ‘Our Thor is very different from yours. According to Magnus, that’s the cousin, they really did a wrong impression of Thor in our movies.’ He nodded to himself. ‘The movies about you, Spiderman, are the most popular though.’ 

‘Mine are the most popular?’ Percy could see the stars in Peters’ eyes through his mask. 

‘You’re cool in our world,’ he answered. ‘I had a spiderman lunch-box in elementary school.’ 

‘Cool!’ Peter clasped his hands together. ‘I attempted to make a camp necklace once! It didn’t go so well.’ 

‘I still think that rocks...’ Percy’s voice ebbed away when a bus rolled up to the stop. A couple of people dressed like anime characters came out. One of them let their eyes fall onto Percy and Peter. ‘Are you two also going to comic con?’ she asked. 

‘Comic con?’ They said in unison. 

‘No, then? I wouldn’t know why else two people in cosplay would be waiting at this busstop.’ 

‘Well…’ 

‘Come, you can walk with us.’ 

Peter and Percy didn’t talk back. They followed the girl and her group to the Jacob K. Javitts convention center, which turned out to be right around the corner. It was the only building that looked truly familair to Percy. People dressed like superheroes and anime characters were crawling all around.  A man in a spidersuit did finger guns at Peter. A young girl yelled at Percy that she liked his demigod cosplay. 

‘Wow,’ Peter and Percy said at the same time. Whatever this was, it definitely wasn’t the world either of them belonged to. 

‘I had a plane to catch,’ Percy muttered. 

‘I was on my way to school,’ Peter replied.

They both realised it didn’t matter. Whatever they had to do in their own world, they were here now. Nothing was going to happen until they got back. 

They waved goodbye to the group of anime characters, realising they needed to think of a plan. One thing still bothered Percy, though. ‘You said something about a musical?’ 

Peter nodded. He fished his phone out of his pocket. ‘I’ve got the soundtrack on my phone.’ He went to his music and selected ‘the campfire song.’ 

Percy felt excitement and cringe at the same time. ‘That… gods. You know, I would never sing.’  

‘Still, fun, right?’ 

‘For you maybe.’ 

‘It is.’ Peter nodded. 

Percy opened his mouth to reply, when suddenly the world around them banged, klanged, klanced, boinged, and a bunch of other sounds neither Peter or Percy could define’d again. 

Percy found himself at the bus stop, right before the bus arrived. Through his confusion, he managed to get onto the bus. 

Peter found himself standing in front of Doctor Strange. ‘You’re safe.’ He sounded relieved. 

Peter blinked. ‘What just happened?’ 

Percy felt his phone buzz as he sat down. A message from Annabeth popped up: ‘Heard from your mom you woke up late. Did you make it onto the bus?’ 

Percy looked at the time. In this world, fifteen minutes ago, he woke up. As if no time passed at all. ‘Yes,’ he replied. ‘Even if I did lose my lunchbag.’ He thought for a moment, before typing: ‘I think I just met Spider-man. I don’t understand how, but that’s cool, right?’

‘I don’t know what happened,’ Stephen admitted. ‘Me and Wong felt a warp in the continuïm. We managed to turn it back, but we are not sure what caused it. Evidently, it brought you to another universe and you came back a few seconds ahead in time.’ 

Peter bit his lip. ‘I was there with Percy Jackson,’ he told Stephen. 

‘Who?’ 

‘Percy Jackson. He is a character from a book series I loved, and I think he too must be from another universe.’ 

‘Ah.’ 

‘Do you think he’s still stuck there?’ 

‘Can’t be,’ Strange mumbeld. ‘But if it affected more universes…’ he sighed. ‘Anywho, I am glad you’re back. You should go to school.’ Stephen opened a portal.‘We’ll keep in touch, kid.’ 

‘What about the universe warp-‘

‘We’ll figure it out.’ He pushed Peter through the portal.  

Now Peter found himself at school half an hour early. Sucks. 

Still, he smiled as he walked inside. I met Hero of Olympus Percy Jackson, he thought to himself. I don’t know how, but that’s so cool! 

A/N: I was thinking I could have done this with Toby Maguire’s spiderman… and then I remembered there is nothing stopping me from making a second fic like this one.

Is the way they meet each other kind of silly? Yeah. Have you seen any Marvel movie or read any Percy Jackson book? 

Why do Percy and Peter get so distracted all the time? They have ADHD. Don’t talk back I won’t listen.  

I don’t think Peter ever met Thor, I just don’t care

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