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littlemissmarvelous · 4 years

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Queen of the Night

I've bandaged your bruises

You've held back my hair

Who'd've known when this started

That we'd end up here, here?

But you reach out and touch me

Say my name like a prayer

You giggle as his hands caress your sides as you stitch the gash on his forehead closed. He smiles at your giggle and proceeds to let his hands find your ass.

“Bucky baby I need to fix your stitches and THEN you can touch me however you want. But I really need to focus, love.” You hum.

The mission had been okay, both you and Bucky came out okay besides the cuts and of course his gaping gash on his forehead from a hit to the head. You escaped with a bulletwound to your shoulder but Helen had already taken initiative and began treatment. There was still some pain and blood but with another session and some more stitches you’d be fine. That bulletwound turned out to be exactly why Bucky got his gash. He had been so upset that someone had the audacity to shoot his girl that he saw red and he went in full fight mode. He still won, of course, but not unscathed.

Finally done with the stitches you dab them to wipe away blood and smile. “All done!” He didn’t waste another second before picking you up and taking you to the bed, throwing your body on top of it as you fight giggles. He quickly gets on top of you and grins, his hair surrounding your face like a halo. He blue eyes meet y/e/c and he swears he’s never seen anything more beautiful. Your smile, your laugh, your beauty...he thanked god for gracing him with an angel. After all that he is done in his long life, he didn’t think he could ever deserve to be blessed with someone to love him for who he is, but He was proven wrong when he met you.

Who knew you’d end up here? You were the other assassin amongst Natasha who also experienced part of the red room, but had received super serum to make things even more precise and strong. You’d escaped before they could perform the graduation ceremony, and you lived years on your own traveling Europe. That was, until you happened to run into good old Steve Rogers who just so happened to be on the run too. You had thought you were doomed, you had a lot of red in your ledger and didn’t have the standings that Nat did. But instead he saw you fight against an agent and pulled you to the side and asked you to join his group. He promised you protection and a new life, no more hiding when this all blew over. You took the offer no questions asked, a way out is a way out. He guided you to his safe house where a tall dark man stood at the stove, his face going in shock at the sight of a new person.

“Um okay, do you want to explain?” Sam asks.

Steve motions to you and replies, “This is Y/n L/n.”

His spatula drops onto the floor and his jaw drops onto the floors. He quickly undoes to apron he has on and shuts off the stove before standing in front of you. “Holy crap, I’ve heard of you. You caused a lot of problems for me back in the army when you went through our troops like butter in Ukraine. But I have never seen such clean work and absolute stealth before in my life. Not even Bucky or Nat.” His voice is higher with his excitement and his smile is almost taking up his entire face. You blush and shy away at the compliment. You weren’t exactly proud of everything you’ve done but you could admit you were darn good. He holds out his hand for you to shake and you take it. “Nice to meet you y/n, I’m Sam.”

You shake his hand softly. “Nice to meet you Sam,” you say and then ask, “who’s Bucky?”

Steve frowns and asks, “ever heard of the winter soldier?” At the mention of that name your hand goes to the sword holsters at your hip and prepare to draw.

“He’s here?! Where?!”

“Uh, here.” You hear behind you and you turn. At the sight of the metal arm your instincts kick in and both swords are drawn and your body is in battle mode.

“Woah, hold it!” Steve steps between the two of you cautiously, though Bucky is just standing there unmoving. “I need you to understand y/n. This is Bucky, he isn’t the winter soldier anymore.”

Your body straightens but you’re still hesistant. “How do you know? He could still be inside him.” You hiss.

Bucky then steps past Steve to address you. “The trigger words still may work but I promise the guy in front of you is just me. James Buchanan Barnes.” You grit your teeth and think to yourself. It was a tough decision but you placed your swords back in their sheaths and stood up straight.

“I am not who i was before either. So I must give you a chance.” You state, your eyes piercing his. Bucky relaxes his face into a smile for which you surprisingly return.

Bucky flashes back to the present, his body still hovering over yours. “Y/n..” he whispered your name almost like a prayer. Your hands find his face and pull him into a kiss. His hands are all over then and you both lose yourselves in eachother, passion almost making your blood boil.

All my friends say you're dangerous

But I don't fucking care

“Look y/n, all I am saying is that I completely understand that you’re a badass avenger now, but I just don’t think you’re making a great choice.” Your friend from childhood Amy said, her eyes full of concern.

You frown and ask, “what do you mean?”

“I mean...I mean I think you trusting and dating Bucky is just a really bad idea. He has done some really bad things, especially to your friends.” She admits meekly.

“You know that wasn’t him, Amy. That was the winter soldier, for which isn’t Bucky. Not anymore.” You reply.

“How do you know? What’s to say he won’t go AWOL again? Or kill you in a trance just because you’re in the same bed?”

“Because I trust him! Just like you should trust me!” You stand from the table and glare down at her. It was near betrayal how one of the few closest to you can’t seem to trust you or support your happiness for once. “I think it’s best I get back to the compound now.” You turn to leave only to hear her call after you.

“Don’t blame me if he kills you. And don’t come to me if he hurts you and you don’t have anywhere to go.” You stop in your tracks immediately.

“Do me a favor and delete my number and never contact me again. I’ll make sure to let tony know you aren’t allowed near the tower or compound, and better yet within 1,000 yards away of me.” You sneer and continue your leave.

It hurt but you didn’t need anyone that wasn’t with you completely by your side. You were used to standing on your own anyways.

Cause there's somethin' about it that brings me to life

Yeah, I know all the consequences, I don't mind

This holy redemption tears us in two

But I can't turn my back to you

Wearin' your t-shirt, I'm Queen of the night

One hand on the wheel, and one hand on my thigh

And I know it sounds crazy, but babe I am too

I just can't turn my back to you

Bucky knew about your loss of friendship with Amy, and why. He blamed himself and even thought about leaving you but you refused. You spent the entire night proving to him why and how much you belonged with him.

“She’s right you know. One psych break and you could be dead.” He whispers sadly.

“I’m here to stay with you through it all. I trust you, and I trust myself when I say I know you’ll never kill me. You won’t hurt me because I love you, and you love me.” Your lips find his in a blistering kiss full of love and fire. You needed to show him, to make him feel what you held within yourself. Pulling away you whisper, “we are both born from the dark, but we found the light together. I want to stay in the light with you.” He looked into your hope and love filled eyes and couldn’t help but lose himself completely. The warmth and utter devotion you showed him made his eyes well up and his arms pull you even closer to him. This was home for both of you, the sanctity of each other’s arms.

A knock at your door and Steve’s booming voice calling, “Time to go to the gala lovebirds!” Bucky internally groans and his arms pull away from your body.

“Looks like it’s time to get your dress on and get your fine Ass down there doll.” You giggle and kiss him before leaping up and heading to the closet to put on your navy blue gown. The car ride over was calming, and relaxed. His hand was on your thigh, the other on the wheel. You find yourself grinning at him, making him smile in return. “What’s got you so smiley?”

“I’m crazy about you, you know that?” You admit with a small giggle.

His smile turns into a very large grin and his grip on your thigh tightens as he squeezes you softly. “I’m crazy about you too, doll.” Your chest grows warm and your heart flutters as you take in his words. You wonder how you ever thought you were in love with anybody else before.

As soon as you both got back from the tiring gala, you immediately changed into a shirt of Bucky’s and some sleep shorts. You couldn’t help feel like in his shirt, in his clothes, you could take on anything. Survive anything with that piece of him with you. There was no separating you two from now on. Not ever. Not when you were unknowingly (yet) growing this mans child in your belly.

When the night goes quiet

And we're up in your room

And you're kissin' my fingers

And I kiss your tattoos

You lied beneath the silk sheets of his bed, your head on his chest. It was quiet now, after many rounds of blissful sex you both just held eachother. Your head turns and you kiss the tattoo he got around his scar on his shoulder lovingly. “I love you.” You whisper.

He takes your hand in his and kisses your fingers softly as the other plays with the ends of your long hair. “I love you too, y/n. So much.”

I could lay in bed with you and talk shit forever-ever

If this is all a dream, wake me up never, never, never

Swear to God, cross my heart, no one does it better, better

“I just can’t get over it.” You say as you lie next to him on the bed, the warm comforter covering you both.

“You? I think the one more shocked is me, doll. I’m over 100 years old and have a metal arm who used to be a hydra assassin. And I’m about to be a full blown dad. To an actual BABY.”

Your hand goes to grab his metal one in comfort. “You’re going to be an amazing dad babe. I just know it, and our baby will love you and your metal arm. Just like I do.” You then place both of his hands on your growing stomach so he could feel the life they created inside you.

His eyes began to water and a small smile graced his face. “You really think so, y/n? I’m scared.”

You nod and place a gentle kiss on his lips. “Yes baby, I think so. With all of my heart. I’m scared too but I know with you, us together we can accomplish anything. Even parenthood.”

He brings you close and nuzzles into your neck, his head ticking your skin. “Oh doll, please tell me you’ll marry me.”

Your cheeks turned deep red and you can’t help but tear up. “Oh Bucky... are you serious?” He nods and reaches Over to the dresser by the bed to pull out the velvet box. Pulling it open he reveals a rather large diamond ring. “More serious than ever doll. You’re it for me.” He says with a smile. You don’t waste time putting your lips against his in a passionate kiss. Sure your hormones were insane because of the baby but there was no refuting that you were absolutely in love with the man next to you that fathered you’re baby.

“Oh god, yes buck I’ll marry you. I’d marry you a thousand times if i could.” You gush, your body wrapped around his. “Just wait until I have this baby and i can fit into my dream dress okay?”

He nods. “Anything for the love of my life. And soon to be other love of my life.” His hand goes to your stomach again and your heart had never felt more complete as he then places the ring on your left hand. You were going to be his queen forever.

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rbtlvr · 6 years

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a start to that johavi fic?

taz anon, i am not deserving of your ideas but i hope it’s ok if write about them! here’s a snippet i just wrote up on that johavi prompt that yes did make me tear up a little darn you taz anon. also this is not finished so it ends abruptly and the formatting is really weird sorry:

Time lost meaning when you were dead, it seemed. Coffee with Julia and Magnus every, what, six months? Or was it six days? Johann would always ask Kravitz the time when he passed through, watching the reaper flick through a few watches (each for a different plane) before he got the time, the date.. the decade. Lup sometimes showed up with new battle scars and crazy stories about Taako’s new business gigs, which always seemed to be changing, never stable. And she’d always return to her lich form, never staying too long. So most of Johann’s time was spent understanding these changes, composing pieces based on the world he watched below, through a blurry yet reflective sea of water. He saw Angus growing up, he saw Magnus growing old. He saw Magnus die some years ago, and as much as it hurt.. he was happy now. And Johann had a small house near Magnus and Julia’s place, so that was a plus. But the one change Johann the Bard never prepared himself to face was an 80 year wait. It was a wait so long that the knock and the news shook his pale, thin frame to the ground. The words from Kravitz’s own mouth as he passed through the plane, skeletal and dark, the news that Avi had passed on. That Avi, his Avi, was coming back to him. The past two minutes were a blur of tears, and of quick movement. Befofe the astral pool even opened, Johann was booking it. His violin was tucked under his left arm, and he could feel his heart pounding even in his right wrist. His legs never did move that fast in life, he never felt this alive when he was. But the water began to ripple, and his eyes sprouted new tears just the same. Halted in his tracks, the bard watched the portal start to glow as it once had for him, and for Magnus too. And there.. there he was. How simple it seemed. Avi, no longer old and brittle but as the man he once knew. Tumbling dark curls, thick eyebrows, his dark skin just as soft and freckled and.. he looked just as perfect. Johanns body moved without hesitation or meaning, but he ran forward and grabbed onto Avi for dear life, something so fragile yet beautiful. He cradled himself in the mechanic’s arms, sobbing out his name, and for once not trying to stop the floodgates. He felt those arms grip him back, felt tears that weren’t his own, heard his own name muttered like a prayer in Avi’s quiet voice. The two stood like that for what seemed like hours, no, months, until Johann finally spoke with his low and shaky voice: “Thank the gods you humans have short lives. I just..” He swallowed, wiping his eyes. “I just couldn’t wait any longer to see you again.” “Me either, me either.” Avi leaned down and caressed Johann’s cheek, his soft hand running circles into the bards back. “You’re so beautiful, Johann. God, babe, I.. I love you so much, I missed you so much, I-“ the mechanic began to list just as quickly as his tears fell. Yet he was was cut off by shaky hands and a firm tug, two pale and nimble hands pulling him down into an equally firm kiss. Johann began to run his hands up through Avi’s hair, while a pair of tanned hands found their way to the bard’s slender shoulders. The sound of a rosewood violin clattering to the floor rang barely audible, as they grabbed one another like a life raft, lips and tongues intertwining in some dance that seemed to never end. Each time one stopped to breath, another few words of love would fill in the gap. By the time they seemed done, by the time Avi was rocking with Johann gently in the embrace, another form came running up to them, much taller than both and with two dogs in tow. “Magnus..!” Avi began to cry again, not daring to let go of Johanns tender hand as he hugged his long lost friend. Magnus seemed to be tearing up too.. it always seemed that way at reunions. “Avi, it’s so good to see you again.” Magnus rested his calloused hands on the shorter man’s shoulders, his tired eyes sincere. “I told my wife all about-“ “You have a wife?” “Yeah.” Magnus smiled proudly. “My wife, Julia. I told her about you when I told her everything. And I’m still finding things to tell her. Avi, you made such an impression on everyone who came to the HQ, and- and Johann?” He turned “I’m so happy for you. Avi.. I can say for sure that since I got here, Johann hasn’t stopped loving you for a minute. He wrote songs and, and poems, and hymns.” Burnsides turned to the bard, smiling. “Johann kept your memory clear as day for me.” “That’s.. god, I..” Avi clasped a hand over his mouth, eyes tearing up as Johann nodded and slowly picked up the rosewood violin. His hands naturally formed a chord, he breathed deep. Avi watched his love play a few note tune that seemed familiar, far too familiar, and a wave seemed to crash as he remembered why. This song, this progression of chords had been in Avi’s dreams for decades. Without images, without words, just the singing of a violin that awoke him each time with tears. This song was a message that never left him- that Johann had never left him. As Johann pulled away the bow, he gazed at Magnus and whispered a quiet, shaky ‘thank you’ through a sincere, inspired gaze. Avi repeated those same words, as he sobbed and ran towards Johann. His body wracked with sympathy and empathy and sheer thanks, it felt as though these floodgates were no longer gates, but a door that would never lock again; he was broken but useful. It seemed now, even now, that they were all that way. Magnus turned with a full heart during this exchange and began the quiet walk back to his house. Julia was already gazing out the window, waving a cloth in her right hand and laughing with pure joy. Avi saw this figure in the window, and gazing at the two houses, he spoke quietly: “What’s this?” “Magnus is calling it Refuge II. He.. he built me that smaller house. With his bare hands.” Johann smiled. “He built us a house, and he’s making a room in his own for well.. for Angus, when the time comes. He’s making a place for everyone.” “How is that even allowed? So many different kinds of people in one plane- isn’t there a place we each go?” “Yeah, I thought that too. But the Raven Queen’s in a tough spot here; she’s got three people she knows who saved the world and she owes them a little something.” Johann took Avi’s hand and began the walk back to his humble home, before one word nearly stopped him then and there: “Four.” A voice came from behind, cockney in accent and deep in tone. Kravitz, coming by to close the portal. “What?” “Four. She has four people who saved the world. Lup, Barry, myself, and you, Johann.” Kravitz smiled, his scythe disappearing into thin astral air. “Without your music- no, without you- no one would’ve been able to carry on the fight.” “I guess.” “No, there’s no guessing.” Avi pulled him forward, kissing his cheek. “No guessing at all.” At that point, a voice far too recognizable yelled from the barely opened portal. Taako, of course. Who else would it be, yelling at Kravitz through a planar rift which it was probably dangerous as hell to be near. “I told you they were into each other! You owe me ten bucks, bubeleh! And tell Maggie I say hello!” The voice laughed, before Kravitz groaned and ripped the portal once more, going skeletal as he passed through with wallet in tow.

hey thanks im crying??? this is really fucking good like. holy shit thank u for writing this??? and sending it to me??? holy fuck

also so ppl can see, bc submissions are weird like that, this is by @astronomutual, who... for some reason its not letting me @ but. yeah. go check em out

#johavi #taz #the adventure zone #LEMME KNOW IF LIKE. U DIDNT WANT ME TO PUT IT IN THE TAGS??? AND ILL DELETE EM #BUT LIKE. THIS DESERVES TO BE SEEN #submission

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alexwritessomestuff · 7 years

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Brothers, Chapter One: Dante Cigam

Brothers, Book One of Bonds

Word Count: 1606

Summery: Dante Cigam is kind of weird. His days are kind of weird too. Wouldn’t you like to see what those are like?

Dante Cigam was a bit of a strange man. Not because he was a hundred and seven year old warlock, no. Perhaps he was considered strange because he was just a bit too optimistic and a bit too peppy for the world. Maybe it was because he traveled the world, taking in orphaned mythological children. Possibly because he was overly friendly to most people? Or maybe it was because he was a hundred and seven year old warlock.

Though he was considered strange by most, Dante could also be described as a good man. He was a splendid brother, and an equally amazing caretaker. Though, currently, the six year old did not think so.

“I will not!” said six year old declared.

“Urnes, please,” Dante begged.

“I don’t want them!” Urnes yelled. The other children were all trying to suppress their giggles. This was a usual occasion, of course, but it was always funny to them.

“Just eat the vegetables, Urnes,” the warlock implored. Urnes despised his vegetables, especially broccoli. Which, of course, was what was for dinner tonight.

“But they're so gross,” Urnes reasoned, poking his broccoli.

Dante sighed. He always made the kids eat all their dinner, meaning they had to eat their vegetables. Urnes, as one would expect from the youngest child, gave him the hardest time.

“But Michael is grossest,” Urnes smirked. As a kobali, a Greek troublesome sprite, usually started trouble like this.

“Are you saying I'm more gross than broccoli?” Michael asked.

“Michael,” warned Dante.

“You're darn tootin’ right I am, bloodsucker,” Urnes confirmed.

“THAT’S IT.” Michael launched himself across the small table. The other children moved their food, unphased by this usual happening. Though Michael was twelve compared to Urnes’ six, Urnes seemed to have the upper hand.

Dante sighed and waved his hands, turning the black Warlock’s Mark on his right hand turn a warm orange. The same orange wrapped around his hands, as well as Michael and Urnes. They were lifted off the ground, and began slowly floating away from each other.

“What have I said about launching yourself across tables, Michael,” Dante asked.

“Not to do it,” grumbled the young vampire, not meeting Dante’s gaze.

“And Urnes,” Dante continued, turning to the younger boy, “what have I told you about calling people more gross than broccoli?”

“That because I hate broccoli, it makes it kinda rude,” Urnes replied, looking Dante right in the eye.

“Precisely,” Dante agreed, “and you both have done those things. What do we say?”

“Sorry,” both boys said in unison.

“Excellent!” Dante exclaimed, clapping his hands together. This discontinued his small spell, which dropped the children with a loud thud. “Oops, sorry,” Dante said through a grin.

“Don't be sorry, Dante,” Harumi, the second oldest said, “they totally deserve it. Well, at least Michael does.”

Michael glared at the slightly younger girl as he got himself back to his seat.

“Why can’t we just have a nice meal together,” Beatrice, the middle child of the group, mumbled.

“Alright alright,” Dante began, “let's just all sit down and eat. Urnes, you don't have to eat your vegetables tonight, I suppose.” Pleased with his victory, Urnes began devouring the rest of his meal. All of the others seemed to be alright with the end of the small fight, and everyone began to eat once again. Dante smiled.

He really did love these children.

As the sun began to appear, the small group began to get ready for bed. Michael, as a vampire, couldn't go out in the sun, the group had agreed that they would sleep during the day and do everything during the night. Well, everyone but Dante.

To get an income of some sort, Dante worked during the day, while the children slept. He didn't want them to worry about his lack of sleep, so he always made sure to work when everyone was fully asleep.

Just as the sun was fully over the horizon, the old warlock assumed everyone was asleep. He slowly raised himself in an attempt to not wake any of the children. He tiptoed over to his laptop, ready to write another article for the traveling blog he worked for. However, he felt a slight tug on his pant leg.

He turned around to see little Chessa, a Slavic water nymph called a rusalka, and the second youngest of the children in his care. She was only but seven years old, and most certainly the quietest one of them all. Chessa rarely spoke, and when she did it was very insightful.

Though she had startled him, Dante made sure not to let it show. He never wanted Chessa to feel as though she were strange because she liked to be quiet. He kneeled down to her level, and asked, “And what can I do for you, my little Chessa?”

Chessa smiled her tiny smile, and showed him the book she was holding. This was her way of asking him to read her a bedtime story.

Dante smiled. He could never say no to a good bedtime story. His brother never did when Dante was younger, so he saw no reason to say no to his children.

“Of course,” he said, “let’s go, I'll read it to you while you lay in bed.” Chessa turned and quietly skipped her way to bed.

Work could wait, Dante decided. His children were his priority.

That night, Dante was sleeping. Now, to most people, that wouldn't be unusual. He'd worked a good portion of the day, and most people who do such things would enjoy a good night’s sleep.

Dante was not most people.

Dante woke up to a six year old and a ten year old jumping on him.

“Good morning Dante!” Beatrice yelled, much too loud for Dante who was still waking up.

“Wait, but it's nighttime,” reasoned Urnes. They had this discussion about once every two weeks.

“Yeah, but good evening Dante sounds like something from like, a vampire movie, or, or-”

“HEY MICHAEL,” the sprite-child yelled, “DO YOU SAY STUFF LIKE GOOD EVENING REGULARLY?”

“NO,” Michael yelled back, “NOT REALLY.”

“Okay okay,” Beatrice groaned, “Good evening Dante!”

The warlock in question mumbled a weak “Good evening, Bea. Good evening, Urn,” and somehow managed to get himself in an upright position. He smiled weakly at the two in front of him, still half asleep.

“Who's making breakfast this fine evening?” he asked.

“Umm, I think Mikey is?” Beatrice replied.

“Ah.” Dante got up and reached for a shirt, hoping it was clean, “I do love scrambled eggs.”

Squuuuuirt, went Michael’s ketchup-made-blood bottle. Harumi looked over with disgust. She would never understand how he could eat blood with his eggs.

“I'll never understand how you eat blood with your eggs,” she told him. Dante looked over at her over his cup of coffee. He was a bit too tired this particular evening to intervene in the group drama.

“You wouldn't understand, because you're not a vampire, tree girl,” the eldest retorted. Oh boy, Dante thought, here we go.

“I've told you, I'm not a tree girl, I'm a kodama, which is a-” Harumi began.

“Japanese tree spirit, similar to the Greek dryads,” everyone, including Dante (though his was much softer than the others’) said. Harumi gave this small speech every time Michael called her “tree girl,” so she gave it quite often.

“Yes,” she continued, “not a tree girl.” Michael shrugged and squirted more blood onto his breakfast.

Later in the night, Dante and his children sat around the table, their plates traded for books and paper and pencils. Michael was working on math, Harumi worked on history, Beatrice sciences, and both Chessa and Urnes worked on English.

“This is stupid,” Michael declared, banging his head against the table, “I'm a vampire, why do I need to know math?”

Though he didn’t even bother to look up from Chessa’s English quiz, Dante replied. “Because it's important, Michael,” he said, “Everyone uses math, and you're an everyone.”

Michael grumbled but raised his head and continued his math lesson.

“Would you like any help?” the older man asked, looked over at Michael, and returning Chessa her now graded quiz. As Chessa smiled at her very good grade, Michael scowled and nodded.

Once Michael understood how to multiply fractions, Beatrice needed help understanding the difference between a scientific community and a scientific ecosystem. Meanwhile, Harumi wanted help reviewing the dates of memorable warlocks.

Urnes had fallen asleep on his English lesson.

By recreation time, everyone understood their lessons for the day, and Dante understood how to help them for tomorrow.

This particular recreation night included playing Uno, the group’s favorite card game.

“Blue!” Urnes yelled, placing his draw four card in the pile.

“Urnes, before you make me pick up four cards, please remember that you can't choose the color that's already in play,” reminded Harumi. Urnes often forgotten the rules, though sometimes Dante thought it was because it would make other people laugh.

“Fine, red then,” Urnes decided. Harumi placed a red reverse, and replied with “uno.” Within three minutes, she was victorious. Beatrice gave her a high five, and Urnes, as the one with the most cards at the end of the game, got up to help Dante cook dinner.

Everyone sat around the table again as Dante passed dishes around. Grilled fish with rice and green beans was for dinner tonight. As Dante sat down and everyone began eating, he smiled at them all. This was certainly one of the happiest times of his long, long life. Sadly, it would be interrupted soon enough.

“Urnes, please eat your green beans.”

#bonds #brothers #dante cigam #micheal #urnes #harumi #beatrice #chessa #fantasy #original work #plz read #plz #creative writing

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