#pt.VI

[toournextadventure]

movie night pt iii

Summary: Third time's a charm, and you finally get Tara. Well. You kind of get Tara.

Word Count: 4.8k Warnings: swearing, smut (cunnilingus, fingering), mention of scars, vague gun mention, violence Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader (pt.i) (pt.ii) (pt.iii) (pt.iv) (pt.v) (pt.vi) (pt.vii) (pt.viii)

“Come on, Danny, help me out,” you pleaded as you continued to peel potatoes as aggressively as you possibly could.

Danny sighed and placed the ladle down before leaning his hip against the counter. You knew he wasn’t in the mood to put up with your shit, but you didn’t care. He was supposed to be helping you! If he hadn’t wanted to help you for the rest of your lives then he wouldn’t have given you a place to stay when your last roommate got you both evicted.

“I can’t help you plan a date,” he said with another sigh. “That’s up to you.”

“I helped you with Sam,” you said, pointing the knife at him menacingly. Okay, maybe not so menacing, but you pointed it at him anyway. “The least you can do is help me with her sister.”

“I’m not having you ruin my chances with Samantha,” he said with a raised brow. “If you want to get laid, figure it out on your own.”

“Not once did I mention getting laid,” you grumbled as you quickly went back to peeling.

The kitchen went silent once again as you both continued your predetermined duties. Although you had the itching desire to toss a few potato peels at Danny for refusing to help you. You had helped him so many times in his attempts to win Sam over, and this was how he repaid you? By making you work for it?

It was downright rude and un-American.

“I’m inviting Sam over on Friday night,” Danny said when you finished dumping the pathetically diced potatoes in the pot.

“Stop rubbing it in,” you said.

“I’m not,” he said quickly. “I’m giving you a time you can do something with Tara.”

You looked at him with an expressionless face. What was that supposed to mean? He couldn’t just tell you things like this without giving you context beforehand. What did him inviting Sam over have to do with you doing something with Tara? Nothing, that’s what. Why couldn’t he just-

“-Without getting caught?” He said.

Ohhh.

“You’re a genius, you know,” you said with a smile.

“I know,” he said with a pat on your shoulder.

It didn’t take long after that night to get a hold of Tara and tell her of your fantastic, unstoppable, irresistible plan.

“Absolutely not,” Tara said with a shake of her head.

“I promise you Sam won’t even know,” you insisted. “I’ll be like a thief in the night.”

“That’s not as cool as you think it is,” she said with a single raised brow.

“I never said I was cool,” you said with a dismissive wave of your hand. “Just let me come over on Friday.”

“And what are you going to do if Sam catches you?” Tara asked as she came to a stop at the corner of the street. “I don’t think she’ll be so nice a second time.”

“She won’t catch me,” you said with a shrug. “And if she does then she can go all Loomis on me.”

Tara gave you the most unimpressed look you thought you had ever seen in your life.

“This is why she hates you,” she said.

“And she thinks I’ll get us killed,” you pointed out.

“You do know you’re not making your point, right?”

“Just say yes!” You practically whined, even going so far as to stomp your foot like a petulant child for good measure.

“Fine,” Tara huffed. “You can come over on Friday.”

“Yay,” you said in a surprisingly normal tone with a little smile. “It’s a date.”

“Not a date,” she defended before starting to walk away. “And stop being weird about it!”

“See you soon, bestie!” You called out, laughing to yourself when you saw Tara’s tiny hand raise just enough to flip you off over her shoulder.

Friday evening simultaneously came too soon, and not soon enough. You had gotten all the ingredients you would need, Quinn had agreed to stay out for the night, and you were more than prepared. Physically, at least. But mentally, you were a wreck. It was a guaranteed night alone with Tara, but what if she didn’t actually like you all that much? What if it was too much alone time and she realised just how incredibly annoying you were?

What if Sam was right about hating you?

Oh god, Sam was probably right.

No, you shook the thoughts out of your head when you approached the stairwell to Tara’s apartment. It was 15 minutes after Danny was supposed to gather Sam, so there was little chance of getting caught. All you had to do was get to the apartment, have the perfect date (again), and get the girl.

You got this in the bag.

“Why do you look so focused?”

Your smile fell when the door opened before you could knock. Tara was standing in the doorway in the shirt she had stolen from you just the other week. Just like that day, she looked stunning. The shirt hung just a little too low and was just a little too big and oh. Oh, maybe you just liked seeing her in your clothes.

Oh no.

“Are you gonna come in, or just stand there looking like an idiot?” Tara asked, drawing you out of the staring that you had inevitably been doing.

“Obviously I’m coming in,” you said as you rolled your shoulders back and pushed past her into the apartment. “You want dinner, don’t you?”

“I’m not sure I trust you to cook,” she said before you heard the door close behind you.

You dropped your bag on the kitchen floor. “I’m a phenomenal cook, just you wait and see.”

“As long as it’s better than your movie taste,” she said when she plopped herself into the chair at the table.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a brat?” You asked, turning around from your unpacking just long enough to meet her eyes. Her stunning, hypnotising eyes. Focus!

“You, actually,” she said with a shrug. A nonchalant shrug that would have been believed if you didn’t see the slightest crinkle at the corner of her eyes.

“Just for that, I’m poisoning your food,” you said as you very nearly pointed the knife at her. But the way her eyes darted to the knife then back at you had you reconsidering. You gave her a soft smile instead and turned back to the counter.

Conversation flowed easily while you prepped and cooked. Mostly about movies, occasionally about school, even more rarely about life outside both of those topics. At one point Tara even went and grabbed her laptop to put on one of her new favourites; something called Pearl. Just the start of it told you it wasn’t going to be your favourite but the excitement on her face as she watched it was more than enough for you.

“Here,” you said softly before placing a plate in front of Tara, who was very much still into the movie. She looked up at you and gave you a quiet “thank you” before looking back down at the movie.

It didn’t take much longer before the end credits started to roll and Tara sat back in her chair with a smug grin. She had barely picked at her food and looked like she was about to prove something. About the movie, about your cooking, about you. Though you didn’t really care because the absolute relaxation on her face was worth every moment of your life.

“What did you think?” She asked, finally looking at you with that half-smirk that she did when she was feeling a little too confident.

“It was good,” you bluffed. Effortlessly, you might add.

“Oh yeah?” You nodded. “Then what was your favourite part?” Fuck. “The part with the scarecrow, or the gunfight?”

Okay, maybe she was calling your bluff. Maybe you hadn’t paid attention to the movie even in the slightest. All you knew was it was a horror movie, and that was only because it was almost the only genre Tara watched. But you could be forgiven for not paying attention when she was right there looking like a complete snack. Fuck a snack, she looked like the whole damn meal!

Time to make a choice.

“Definitely the gunfight,” you said with a decisive nod.

“Really?” She asked with a tilt of her head.

“Y- uh, yeah,” you nodded again. Too many times, in fact. “It was hella dope.”

“Hella dope, huh?” Tara asked, now with raised brows.

She stared at you, searching through your very soul for what, you had no idea. And for a moment you thought you could see into hers. See through those dark brown eyes and into the trauma and love that she undoubtedly was desperate to show. But the longer she stared, the more your skin started to crawl, and you bit your bottom lip for a second before breaking eye contact.

“There was no gunfight, was there?”

“Oh absolutely not.”

“I can explain.”

“Lay it on me.”

You opened your mouth to tell her some bullshit excuse; why would you openly admit you were too busy staring at her instead of the movie? That she was the reason you hadn’t even cooked properly, because you were so entranced by everything about her. The way she leaned forward at the good parts, or the scrunch of her nose when there was excessive gore, or her eyes darting back and forth across the screen. It would be so much simpler just to tell her you didn’t care for the movie because it was subpar and the score was mediocre.

But then she lifted her hand to rest her chin on it, and you caught sight of the scar on her hand, and your mind started racing. She had been so hesitant to let you see any part of her because, and this was your assumption, of the scars she had. You knew she had them, she was painfully aware, but that didn’t mean she wanted you to see them. Insecurity, maybe, and yet you were still going to deprive her of something that not only did she probably need to hear, but that you were desperate to tell her?

“I-.” You cleared your throat. “I was thoroughly distracted by how stunning you look.” Tara’s face fell into one of disbelief. “And I liked watching your reactions far more than the movie itself.”

“You’re so full of shit,” she said with a shake of her head and a move to stand up. “If you didn’t like the movie you can just say so.”

“I’m serious,” you defended, quickly following suit and standing up from the table right alongside her. She was already making her way to the living room. “Tara, wait.”

“Tell me you didn’t like it,” she said without turning around, “but don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying- just stop moving.”

You reached out to grab her arm, as gently as you could yet still able to get her to stop moving. It broke your heart when you heard her breath caught in her throat at the move, but she still turned around nonetheless. There was something in the look she was giving you, something both terrified and hopeful.

“I’m not lying,” you said, lifting your hand slowly to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re beautiful, Tara.”

“You think so?” She asked, her gaze holding your own.

“Yeah,” you said with a small nod and your eyes falling to her slightly parted lips. “Yeah I do.”

“Then show me,” she said softly.

And oh how that look in her eyes could smother you under the weight of everything they were trying to say. But she didn't need to say anything, not when you leaned down and brushed your lips against hers. She wasted no time in pulling you the rest of the way with her arms around your neck; she half tasted of the cheap wine you had brought. The other half tasted of hope.

You let Tara take the lead, pulling you with her until the back of her knees hit the couch and she fell onto it, bringing you with her. The jolt caused your teeth to clack against hers and you both couldn't stop the small laughs from bubbling up. Her hushed laugh fanned across your face and for a moment you weren't on a third attempted date. You were in your own apartment with a movie in the background and half drunk beers on the table as your soul entangled itself with hers.

Tara's hands trailed down from your neck, across your chest and down your stomach until sliding under your shirt, nails lightly raking across your skin to cause a shiver. You could feel her smile against your lips as she did it again, only stopping when you nipped at her bottom lip before kissing her again.

"Take it off," she whispered as she tugged on the bottom of your shirt.

"There's no rush," you said with a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

"My shirt always comes off first," she said a little more forcefully. "It's your turn."

"Impatient," you grumbled but still sat up on your knees, practically straddling Tara's small frame.

You could feel her eyes boring into you, watching you with bated breath as you grabbed the back of your shirt and pulled it over your head. It wasn't the sexiest way to undress, closer to the way a frat boy would do it, but it got the job done. Once the shirt was off and in your hands you looked around, at a complete loss of where to put it. It wasn't your apartment, you couldn't just toss it somewhere!

"Just get rid of it already," Tara said, her hands quickly finding their way to your waist.

"I don't want to make a mess," you said with a frown. "I'll fold it, one sec."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes I’m ser-"

"-oh my god."

Tara quickly took the shirt from your hand and threw it over the back of the couch. You tried to find where it had landed but felt those small hands on your waist pull you forward, making you lose your balance and fall forward until you were face to face with a smirking Tara once again. God she was irresistible- you meant irritating!

"That's better," she said, her eyes shamelessly trailing over your now exposed body.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," you said with a raised brow.

"The lights are on," she said, a little softer, almost even hesitant.

"Here," you said just as softly, "I'll show mine first."

"What do you-"

Her words fell off as you sat up and twisted enough to show her the scar between your shoulder blades. It wasn't as deep as hers had been, certainly no stab wound, but it was nice and visible. And just showing her at that moment was enough to make you realise that oh, oh that was how she felt about her own.

"What happened?" She asked. You felt her fingers brush lightly against the skin. Unlike hers, there was no feeling in the dead tissue.

"I was at a protest a few years ago and it got violent," you said with a shrug. "Some prick decided to use lethal rounds."

"Holy shit," you heard her whisper as she sat up, her hands still tracing the large area of scar tissue. You couldn't feel it, but just the thought had you shivering under her touch.

"So see?" You said, finally turning back around to look at her now that she was much closer again. "It ain't no thing."

You kept looking at her as you let yourself fall back to the couch, now sitting with your legs tangled with Tara's. She wasn't looking at you, more looking at the spot right beside you, and you started to wonder if you had done the wrong thing. You hadn't been trying to say her injuries and trauma weren't anything significant; they were and you respected it. Fuck, maybe you shouldn't have shown her, you didn't want her to-

-with the utmost hesitancy, her hands fiddled with the hem of her shirt for only a moment before she pulled it over her head, tossing it behind the couch much like she had yours. But instead of just letting you look, she crossed her arms over her stomach and refused to look at you.

“Hey,” you said softly as you reached out to brush your thumb against her bottom lip. Finally she looked at you with wide eyes. “Lay down and close your eyes.”

She opened her mouth to say something - probably to argue - but closed it and nodded once. Her eyes fell closed first before she let herself lean back on the couch, her arms still wrapped around your stomach. You waited until she got herself comfortable before making your move.

With the gentleness of someone holding glass, you lifted Tara’s hands and rested them on the couch. The muscles of her stomach twitched from the lack of warmth and you could see her eyes clench tighter, but she let you do it. You left one hand on hers, turning it around so you could hold it while you finally looked down on her.

She was no less beautiful than you had believed. If anything, she was even more so. Her tanned, lightly freckled skin was soft and unbearably warm under your touch. It was marred only by the myriad of scars littering her body, each one telling a different story. Some frenzied, some shallow, some deep, all of them holding a trauma that you couldn’t ever imagine.

“You’re beautiful,” you whispered more to yourself than to her.

Your eyes were still studying the scars, leaving a mixture of feelings swirling in your gut. A sadness for the trauma inflicted, for the lingering effects that Tara would never be able to get rid of whether she wanted to or not. But also an anger that you knew if you allowed it, would set an inferno in your chest that would grow until you combusted.

Tara squeezed your hand lightly and you quickly looked back up to see her eyes open and focused on you. Her eyes were still wide, but they didn’t look quite so fearful anymore. No, they almost looked curious, maybe even happy if you were going to push it. Why would she look at you like that? Did she still not believe you?

But then her other hand grabbed you by the belt and pulled you forward until you were on top of her again. You barely had time to catch yourself before she pulled you down the last little bit, holding you in a kiss that was different from the others. It wasn’t as desperate or mindless; there was emotion behind it.

“Help me take these off,” Tara mumbled against your lips. You looked down briefly before quickly doing a double take when you saw her pushing her shorts down her hips.

“Wait wait, what about foreplay?” You asked as you locked eyes with her.

“Are you serious?” She asked, her hands stilling in their movements.

“Foreplay is no joking matter, Carpenter,” you said with a raised brow. “It has many uses-”

“-do you want me to get too in my head and stop?” She interrupted you. “Or do you want to fuck me?”

“You’re so bold,” you whispered without a care if she heard you or not.

“Well?”

“This feels like a trick question.”

“Y/N.”

“Okay okay,” you said with a roll of your eyes as you sat up and yanked her shorts past her hips and down her legs. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“You talk way too much,” Tara said as you settled yourself and threw one of her legs over your shoulder. “Has anyone ever- fuck.”

Her eyes fell shut as you instantly licked a single broad strip, adding a bit more pressure once you reached her clit. The hand still holding yours squeezed when you left a few kitten licks on her clit, just testing the waters. If she was going to rush you, then you were going to find out what made her tick. No better time like the present, right?

The slow, broad licks made her let out light, breathy moans. Her body would sink further into the couch and she would almost seem to relax. But then the fast licks on her clit had her thighs shaking and her back arching and her breathing quicken. She wouldn’t moan, but she would tense up and you could almost hear a whine stuck in her throat.

And when you wrapped your lips around her clit and sucked lightly? Oh, now that was what pulled the most delicious sounds from her lips. You did it again, feeling her thighs press against your head and keep you still, when you finally put your free hand to good use. Slowly so as to give her time to push you away or tell you no, you teased a single finger against her entrance.

“Please,” Tara whined, and you looked up to see her eyes still clenched shut and her chest rising and falling with each rapid breath.

“Please what?” You asked. It took everything in you not to laugh when she groaned, a frown suddenly appearing on her face.

“Please just fuck me alre- christ,” she interrupted herself when you slid that single finger inside her.

There was no time to tease her about it, not when you were absolutely mesmerised by the sight of your finger sliding in and out of her, already completely coated in her arousal. Had you really gotten her so worked up? You supposed so, but that didn’t make it any less hypnotising, especially when you could feel just how tight and wet she was.

“Fuck, Tara,” you mumbled as you added a second finger.

“Don’t tease,” she said with a huff.

Well, how could you say no to such a request from such a pretty girl? You continued your movements as you leaned back down, now focusing all your attention on her clit. Those short, targeted licks mixed with the curling of your fingers had her gripping your hand like it was her lifeline. You could vaguely hear some sort of ringing in the background but chalked it down to Tara’s thighs squeezing around your ears.

She was well and thoroughly wound up when you wrapped your lips around her clit again, sucking lightly and flicking your tongue in just the right way to have her thighs shaking. All you had to do was add one more curl of your fingers and she came undone beneath you, a mix of moans, your name, and expletives leaving her mouth as you continued your ministrations, helping her ride out her orgasm for as long as possible.

You waited until her grip on your hand lightened before you stopped, slowly pulling your fingers out of her before licking them clean, doing your best to maintain composure at her taste, which you swore you could get drunk off of. Something rang again, but you still paid it no mind. After all, how could you when the girl of your dreams was underneath you with sweat-coated skin and a blissed out look in her droopy eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” you said, your eyes trailing over her once again.

“Just shut up and-” something rang again, “-Oh my god.” Tara practically pushed you off of her as she rolled over and grabbed her phone off the floor. “What do you want, Sam?”

Oh shit, you thought as you sat up quickly. Did she know you were there? No, she couldn’t, she was supposed to be with Danny and you knew they were fucking. They were both secret horndogs, there was no way they had stopped long enough for Sam to figure out that you were in her apartment.

“Sam, slow down,” Tara said, her brows now furrowed. “What’s going on?”

You looked out the living room window just in time to see Sam and Danny looking in. Fuck. With a sigh, you got up and went to the window, looking out at them and giving them an embarrassed smile. At least you were still covered; that had to count for something, right?

But Sam and Danny didn’t wave back. They were gesturing and shouting and they looked borderline frantic. What were they so worried about? Tara shuffled around and quickly stood beside you, now covered by your shirt that hung just low enough to hide that she wasn’t wearing pants.

“If this is about Y/N being here then I’m not-”

“-behind you!”

You turned around at Sam’s frantic screaming and let out your own yelp as a large, shiny knife sliced through the air. Adrenaline rushed through your body the same as it had that night at the protest, and everything slowed down. You pushed Tara aside, vaguely aware of her tripping over a table as you yourself stepped back, the intruder flailing forward.

He got up and turned around, looking this way and that to find his target. The moment his body turned to face Tara, your mind was only focused on one thing. One thought repeating itself over and over and over. His knife-wielding hand lifted.

You didn’t bother looking around for the best thing to use; you just grabbed the closest thing to you and lifted it above your head. He was taller than you, but that didn’t stop you from bringing it down on his head as hard as possible. The item shattered and he fell back to the ground in a comical fashion.

“Come on,” you said as you darted forward, grabbing Tara by the hand and pulling her along with you.

“Wait, we need to stop him-”

“-Get moving,” you interrupted, throwing her apartment door open and shoving her in front of you.

You didn’t give her the chance to stop as you practically pushed her down the stairs, acutely aware that you didn’t have her inhaler. Surely she would be okay until the police arrived and you could go grab it from her room. What was more important was keeping her alive, out of the apartment, and that lunatic away from her.

“Tara!”

Sam and Danny were already outside when you pushed Tara out of the apartment building, barely noticing her stumble down the stoop until she was safely secure in Sam’s arms. You spun around, tripping on your own feet as you looked at the front door, waiting for someone to come out. You hoped he would; you dared him to.

“Are you okay?” Danny asked, his hand on your shoulder and trying to turn you.

“Was he watching us?” Tara asked, a sob audibly caught in her throat.

“You didn’t answer my calls,” Sam said through her own tears.

He hadn’t come down the stairs yet. There was nowhere else for him to go. He wasn’t going to get away.

“Hey,” Danny said again.

The air tasted metallic.

“Y/N!”

Large hands grabbed you by the shoulders and forced you to turn away from the door, now facing Danny. There was a fear in his eyes that you didn’t think you had ever seen before. Why was he afraid? You had it handled, you were going to kill the fucking bastard and keep Tara safe and-

“-you’re bleeding,” Danny said.

You furrowed your brows at the same time Tara fell silent. No you weren’t, you hadn’t even gotten hurt. It must have been that lunatic’s blood, you had brained him pretty good. He hadn’t even touched you, that was impossible.

But you followed Danny’s eyes and saw a new wound on your bicep, leaking enough blood to signify a decent wound. When had that happened?

“The police and paramedics are on the way,” Sam said as Tara wormed her way out of her arms.

“Are you okay?” Tara asked as she lifted her hands to your arm, stopping just before she touched you.

You met her eyes and felt your heart drop as you saw every emotion known to man cross her eyes. Anger, fear, desperation, worry, a mix of everything. With a slow, deep exhale, you reached out and pulled her into a hug, ignoring the way your bicep screamed at the strain as the adrenaline started to fade and everything came back into focus.

Ghostface had attacked you and Tara in her own apartment.

He was supposed to be dead.

Ghostface had attacked you and Tara.

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[devieuls]

The way of love pt.VI

Neteyam Sully x Tayrangi Fem Reader (Na'vi)

Warning of the Serie: MDNI. Dom Neteyam x Fem Reader; SMUT; ANGST; FLUFF; Dirty Talk; Fangs; Bites; Blood; Spit; Power Play; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; violence; Swearing; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; Enemies (because of you, Neteyam treats you well). Aged characters: Neteyam 19 y.o / You 18 y.o. SERIE

Synopsis: After a great loss happened in your family, you are forced to take a role that before did not belong to you, following a path that you will feel like your only in time. Just when you thought you were finally overcoming the loss, your clan shows up with those you blame for the great offense received. You are the daughter of the first Olo'eykte of all clans and are about to take your mother’s place to lead the Tayrangi clan, but first you must follow Neteyam (the eldest son of the man you detest with all your heart) To train him, despite your contempt for the Sullys and everything about them, you inevitably bond with the boy, unknowingly falling in love with him.

CHAPTER WARNING: mentions of sex and teasing

Lenght : 4,8k

Notes: for the first time nothing, enjoy the chapter that is a little flop </3

NA'VI WORDS: TANHI: Star; YAWNE Beloved; SA'NUTSYIP: Lil mama; EYWA NGAHU: May Eywa be with you; OARE: Moon; 'ITE: Daughter;

Character Cast: NEY'NARI: Your dead sister; IKEYNI: Your Mother; TSENTEY: Your Father; YÌMKXA: Your Ikran; ULEYTE: Your bestie; TUL'PEY: Your future Mate

PART: 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10

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"He took you from your hips and led you to rest your head on his chest, and then covered you with a light blanket that was just below you. " You said 'only this time', then I want to have the full experience" You sighed deeply to his words and nodded closing your eyes, falling asleep with the lullaby of the beats of his heart.

Neteyam could not help but stay a few minutes to contemplate your body next to him, not in a sexual or erotic sense, but only with adoration.

He took the time to print the picture of you sleeping on his chest, and your face relaxed as he held you close to him, before following you into the dream world."

The next morning the morning rays of light entered the room, striking your face and making you complain, still sleepy. You tried to turn on the right side, but Neteyam’s arm was holding you tight to his chest, you opened one eye when you noticed that the light no longer struck you, noticing how his hand was shadowing you to keep you awake.

"Shhh, go back to sleep, ma Tanhì" he whispered softly, making you turn around as you please, without letting you escape from his arms; you gave him your back looking for sleep again, while Neteyam’s body tried to cover you from the sun’s rays.

His face found place a few inches from your hair, sniffing your sweet perfume smiling silently as he held you to him, noticing how your body was relaxed against his. He would have wanted to be stuck in this moment for eternity, holding you to him without the fear of having to see you leave once you wake up completely.

You turned in his direction, staying face to face, your noses touching and your breaths mixing in the air. Neteyam’s eyes were stuck in yours as his fingers played with some strands of your hair, with a sweetness and innocence that made your heart beat. You didn’t know how to start the conversation, even though your eyes spoke more than your mouths could.

The smile of Na'vi warmed your soul, the morning made it even more beautiful and ethereal.

"Good morning, ma Tanhi" he whispered, sliding on your cheek the hand that was previously in your hair and stroking them with such sweetness.

"Good morning." You responded by slightly yawning, while taking a few seconds to admire yourself again. "I-I should go… it’s already morning" you started talking after those seconds where you swam in those golden pools that were his eyes.

"Should you?" his knuckles now caressed your cheekbone. "Yes, I have to… My parents would freak out if they didn’t find me after all these hours of absence" your voice had an inexplicably sad tone, you didn’t know why now it made you sick to think of getting away from him after all this time constantly avoiding him.

"Oh, I forgot… you’ve already-" you blocked him out of talking. "I already have an excuse, yes. they are more or less accustomed to my night escapes" You answered before you sit and feel only now the small twinges in your stomach and legs because of the night before. Neteyam laughed at the scene before receiving a quick glance from you.

"You’re not funny. I hope it come to you too." You admitted just before you felt Neteyam’s arm make you lay again, before you could complain he put his hand where you felt the twinges, starting to gently massage. Surprisingly after a few minutes the pains subsided and you felt only a pinch every now and then.

"Is it better?" he asked without moving his hand from your belly, receiving a sign of approval from your head. "A little" you whispered a few inches from his face, the desire to kiss him grew again in you and you had to abruptly detach from him to stop the temptation.

You picked up your clothes from the ground and changed in front of him, immediately after having cleaned as much as possible with some wet rags; noticing how he had given you his back immediately after you got off the ground.

"There’s nothing you haven’t seen, whether you look or not is not a problem." You said while you were cleaning with a wet cloth the paint totally smudged on your body.

"It’s a sign of respect, I won’t look at your naked body unless you give me consent" he said without turning around.

"Are you acting like a prince after everything that happened yesterday?" Your tone was amused as you dressed.

"If it’s you? yes, always." his words made you blush slightly and you thanked Eywa that he was still behind.

You approached him, sat by his side, and then took a deep breath. "About yesterday…"

"I already know that. 'It won’t happen again', you’ve repeated it so many times that-" he stopped once you kissed him right after he turned, laying a few fingers under his chin.

"No, it was just…nice." you said after you walked away from his lips. He blushed cheeks and wide-open eyes as they looked at you incredulously, remaining silent as he saw you standing to get out of his hut.

"I’ll call you in about two hours, be ready, lessons will be in the water today." your voice cut off when you left the hut without turning to him.

You walked home, while your hands were joined at chest height, you didn’t even notice you had lost one of the necklaces you had been wearing since you were only 13. The pendant that was in the center of the jewel was the tusk of the first Palulukan that you killed (in defense), along with your sister, so it was a dear memory that you had never lost.

Once you got home you noticed the Olo'eykte and your father waiting for you sitting on the carpet, your mother obviously upset in Tsentey’s arms, while ranting about something you weren’t sure you wanted to understand. When Ikeyni noticed you he moved from the arms of his companion and approached you, observing your body and taking your face.

"Ma Oare! Where have you been? We’ve been looking all night. Uleyte said you left the party early. We were worried about you, ma 'ite." she said and then embraced you.

"I was in the forest… I spent the night with Yìmkxa" the excuse would have held for sure, as you used to go out for a long time with your Ikran Yìmkxa.

Your mother looked you in the eye and noticed that there was something strange, a new glow, perhaps a new side of you that had rediscovered itself; but even this time she preferred not to say anything and simply nod. She also noticed the absence of paint from your body and looked the other way, only to dismiss you and send you to change and rest if you needed it.

Ikeyni’s eyes met Tsentey’s, exchanging silent words as you walked between them to go to rest. Once you were alone, as your parents came out of the hut, you sat on the carpet that was the bed and smiled slightly, touching your skin and remembering the night before.

One side of you knew you were wrong, Tul'pey would become your mate, but the times you joined him carnally you had never felt the feelings you had with Neteyam in one night. You still felt his warm breath on your neck, his arms wrapped around your body that morning and the little detail of his hand that sheltered you from the sun still made your heart beat so fast. You eagerly tried to stop smiling and reminding yourself that you shouldn’t have felt all this for him, feeling guilty about yourself.

You rested for the following hours, then got dressed and walked out of the hut, already noticing Neteyam outside your hut. A big, sweet smile as he looked at you in silence, you looked away and walked past him to the beach, where half the clan was already fishing or doing their work at sea. You took the Omatikayan to a little more secluded part, making it sit next to you on the sand.

"What’s your breath like?" You asked as you approached him, watching him wait for an answer.

"Good? Imh…I don’t know, I have great stamina." His gaze passed from your eyes to your lips, and then ended up on your chest, causing him to blush slightly before looking away.

"You didn’t do Apnea, did you?" Your eyes tried so desperately to just stand on his face, but the marks you left on his body were like art on canvas, simply to be admired.

"No, never" Neteyam’s voice was slightly lost, perhaps without air.

You nodded "Take long deep breaths" you said before laid your hands on his belly and chest. "You need to slow his heart rate." You said when you noticed Neteyam’s rapid heartbeat, "Inhale… Breathe from down here. Exhale slowly." you sighed heavily before pressing the palm of your hand on his stomach "Neteyam, your heartbeat is fast, too fast. Try to concentrate." Your eyes met those of Neteyam, whom you noticed were already standing on your face long before you noticed.

"I’m trying to concentrate, but it’s hard if you’re so close," his voice was soft and slightly low as he approached your face.

"Work harder, with your pulse so fast and low concentration you risk fainting in the water." You drifted slightly away from him, trying to stay as professional as possible.

It took about five hours to teach him to breathe properly.

"The sea is the home of Tayrangi, more than the Omatikaya but less than the Metkayina. Our clan is like the bridge between these two larger clans, the perfect balance between sea/land and sky/air. Therefore it is useful that an Olo'eyktan be trained here." You accompany Neteyam into the water, holding his hand. " Close your eyes. Feel the sea, welcome the waves inside you and take long breaths" you said and then close your eyes and do first what you said, followed by Neteyam.

After a few minutes you plunged together and took Neteyam to see the great peaceful animals of that area of the ocean, without leaving his hand for fear of losing him due to some sudden draught. Unlike the Metkayina, the Tayrangi did not spend much time exploring the seas because of the body structure more similar to the Omatikaya, but had learned the art of freediving in order to hunt sea animals even without their Ikran.

Together you reached a slightly deep point and you were amazed to notice that Neteyam excelled immediately in this type of sport, before noticing his slightly purple face. You promptly approached him and then laid your lips on his and gave him some air before dragging him to the surface.

"Are you okay?" You asked worried, checking his face.

"Yes, but I think apnea is not my thing, at least not for now", he replied jokingly, and then scratched his neck. "it’s hard not to be breathless if you’re inches from me"

"Then start practicing by yourself, near the beach." Your voice was slightly bored, but inside you just wanted to smile for what Neteyam had just repeated.

You walked away from him and sat on the warm sand, noticing how some girls walking a little farther approached to observe 'The Omatikayan Prince' while he was training. The girls multiplied over the course of that hour, and sat not far apart watching Neteyam dive into the lower water. You could hear all the comments they made about him and his sculpted body when he came out of the wet water, not to mention all the obscene things that had been said before and that got on your nerves in such a short time.

"Ma na'vi, this isn’t a slut show, go away. Now." Your sharp-edged look ripped through the skin of all the young Na'vi sitting next to you admiring the Omatikayan boy. The girls didn’t get anything said, and they got up to leave afraid of your threatening tone.

Neteyam approached you, watching the girls walk away as they glanced at his sculpted body, noting small marks and his back scratched.

Your outstretched jaw and obvious annoyance made the boy laugh in front of you.

"Jealous, Ma Tanhì?" he asked, laughing to tease you as he received your lightning glance.

"No. Of course not. Only that they are a distraction for you." Your arms crossed to your chest and your eyes pointed to the sky.

"You are a distraction to me." He said as he approached your neck, stopping before he could touch you. "The others are nothing, you should know after yesterday."

The hot air struck your neck and made you shudder, you opened your mouth to speak, and when you turned in its direction you were once again under the ravenous gaze of Neteyam.

"Stop it. Tul'pey or one of his friends might pass." Your finger ended up on his wet chest and you took it slightly back.

"Not that your screams of yesterday were really the deafest thing, but I didn’t complain like you now. I like the danger and the thrill of being discovered" Your eyes widened to his words, gaping.

"I didn’t scream!" You responded by slightly raising your voice because of the shock.

"Of course you did, I worked hard for this, my jaw still hurts after I did-" Your hand ended up on his mouth before he could continue, blushing conspicuously.

"Oh! You… you little skxawng! I hate you." A heavy breath came out of your mouth and you took your hand out of Neteyam’s mouth after he was leaving kisses on your palm.

"Turns me on, i love it" He whispered as he approached you again, putting his hands on the sides of your body, making your heart beat fast, while you looked to your side hoping no one would pass. A few drops of water fell on your body because of Neteyam’s wet body that now towered above you.

"Okay, s-stop. They could really see us" your eyes flickered in the air hoping you didn’t see anyone coming. "Let them look then," he replied against your neck.

"I have a mate and a title to protect, you too have a title to protect, if they see us…" he stopped you "They would definitely be jealous of how we have fun? yes, I think so too," he replied as his lips worked your neck, making you feel shivers down your body. " Shit. Please, not here" you sighed heavily, biting your lip to hold back a small gasp, while its tail pinched your spine.

"Oh, yes, right here, I like when you beg." he answered maliciously as he descended on your body with kisses, leaving some licks and small bites.

"You don’t know how frustrating it is not being able to leave my mark on you like you did" he whispered raucously once he got to the height of your pelvis, his hands now wrapped around your thighs, holding your legs open for him, while your pussy betraying you so measly getting wet.

His lips went down to your groin, making you exhale heavily. " But you said 'not here', so I guess, I’ll have to stop" His tone was amused as he left you with your legs half open and pussy dripping and pulsating with excitement. "You are a real skxawng" you muttered, closing your legs and looking at him badly.

"You have a 'Mate', you said so. What’s going on? Are you realizing that you want me?" he said mockingly, putting two fingers under your chin. " You’re not funny." You answered by turning your face to the side to get your fingers out of your mind.

"I still don’t understand why someone like you is with someone like him. With all due respect, he’s a great warrior, he treats you well and people like him, but does he know it’s me you think about at night?" He said straying on the sand with a smile on his face. " Your side of the hut is terribly close to mine, do you think I didn’t hear you on lonely nights while the clan was sleeping?" Your eyes were looking at him as you blushed. Unfortunately he was right, some nights you found yourself masturbating to frustration and the only image that helped you in this was just the Na'vi in front of you.

"He was chosen for me by Eywa. Those things mean nothing, he’s the person I’ll mate with," you admitted with a little bitterness in your throat.

"And is that what you want? Your mind is clear but your heart wants this? Are you sure you want to mate with a man you don’t think about when you’re with me?" his tone was serious as he watched you, waiting for your answer as he admired your freckles in profile.

"I do not decide these things, if the Great Mother has spoken it is because it is the right way." You answered while your eyes were focused on the waves that broke a short distance from you.

"The great warrior and future Olo'eykte does not decide something? It is not your style, ma Tanhì"

"My will is nothing compared to Eywa’s. I-" he stopped you before I could finish the sentence. " And you think if that was the right path, the Great Mother would have sent you on my way? Listen to your heart, that’s where you can find Eywa."

Your eyes met the golden sea of Neteyam, observing him in silence. " If I were yours and you mine, Eywa would not turn her back on us. You say you hate me, but your heart beats faster if I’m around, and so does mine. Your thoughts when you are excited and wet are about me. You are jealous when other girls are near me or flirting with me. You blush when I’m too blunt about certain things but you don’t complain about them, and yesterday I made you feel better than anyone could ever do. Just admit that you don’t hate me and you crave me. Tul'pey has long since left your mind, but stay with him only because your mother wanted you to. Ma Tanhì, you want more and you know you want more. And that 'more' is me." His eyes followed your every move, his serious tone made you realize that those things really meant it.

You stood quietly looking at him, thinking of his words and connecting the dots in your mind. After all, Tulpey was mated with Ney'nari, your sister who died because of the war with the RDA to protect the young you and the clan. He was definitely perfect, but you knew his heart didn’t belong to you. You had learned to appreciate him, to love him perhaps and to share your days with him, but something in him was not totally sincere. The prophecy of the Tsahìk said that the future Oloeykte would mate with a powerful warrior of a clan, skilled in all sporting and hunting activities, with the noble heart, the blood of the stars, and a deep love for the family; and in the clan the only one with these characteristics was Tul'pey. It was also added that this warrior would come from afar, and by chance when Ikeyni had this vision Tul'pey had recently returned from a long mission that had taken him away to help the other clans of the forest.

But now that you were thinking about what was said by Neteyam, your mind had brought you back to the memory of that prophecy, and ironically, Neteyam was the detailed description of the supposed 'warrior'. You swallowed feeling some chills, maybe you were wrong, Eywa had spoken clearly, he would have sent more visions to your mother if she had misinterpreted her words.

"It’s just physical attraction, it’s not you… my future. Not you," you said almost derealizing, not being able to understand. The Great Mother would never mate you with a Sully, she acts without malice or hatred in her heart, so why was it him?

"Why not? Why can’t I be your future? You know damn well it’s not just physical attraction," he replied and then sat back and watched as your eyes almost made you miss.

"Because you’re a Sully. I can’t be with a Sully! Your family brought war to our home, my sister Ney'nari died to protect the clan. I lost friends because of you, my house was destroyed and set on fire and we had to move close to the forest. Do you have any idea how much pain your father brought him? And you carry his burden. You have the same demon blood as those humans. Being with you would be a mistake." Your hissing slightly wounded Neteyam, who took a long breath, trying to understand your point of view.

"I know you won’t believe me, and I know you won’t accept it, but my father never wanted war. It’s true, he has 'demon' blood, but his only sin is having fallen in love with my mother. You don’t know many things and I don’t know many things about you, but trust me, my family is not connected in any way to destructive humans. I’m sorry that you suffered so much, but I swear, no tear will ever turn your face again until you let me be by your side." His sweet voice directly struck your heart.

You looked away from him, taking long breaths and then seeking comfort in your necklace that bore the memory of your sister, feeling it absence too late. You thought you dropped it in your house and it was fatal the way this coincidence seemed to say 'move on' or 'don’t get stuck in your past'.

Your eyes focused on the white sand that surrounded you, unable to sustain the gaze of Neteyam; and then feel his hand resting on yours with extreme delicacy.

"Neteyam, no… We can’t. You’re not meant to be with me, and even so you are Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya, I am Olo'eykte of the Tayrangi. Do you understand that even if you want, it’s impossible? You have to lead your clan and I have to lead mine" You said trying to take your hand out of Neteyam’s, and then feel his grip tightening, still remaining sweet.

"I love my clan, there is nothing I would not do for them, I have duties with them. But you, ma Tanhì, you are more than a duty, you are the most beautiful thing I could meet. From the first day I saw you in the village, when you growled and offended me, I got lost for you." His voice was getting closer and closer to you and he put the other hand on your cheek, turning gently towards him. "If I have to give up being Olo'eyktan for you, I will. Just give me a chance to love you, to value you, to make you smile in dark times. Be my ocean, my moon, my stars, my sky and my wind and I’ll just be the Na'vi who will love you. I want to breathe you every day, listen to your every complaint, comfort you and make you feel safe. Let me be your home. Let my hand protect you from the morning light. I can only be Neteyam, forget my last name, look at me… see me." He laid his forehead on yours, looking for your eyes as he twisted the fingers of your hands.

"Neteyam, I…" He stopped you before you finished talking. "Just say yes, and I will work hard to offer you only the best. I will bring the stars down to you if you ask me" Your noses were touching as you both closed your eyes and just let your foreheads touch. "Ma Tanhì, just yes." whispered and then shook your hand. Your hearts beating at the same rate, while you swallowed the knot in your throat that had been created. " Yes…" you whispered back and then heard Neteyam’s smile.

A few minutes passed before your foreheads broke off, but that moment of silence between you two, where you listened only to your breaths and held your hand while your hearts synchronized gave you the impression of having made Tsaheylu without the use of your tails covered by braids.

Neteyam’s lips met your forehead and gently caressed your cheek.

" Ma Eywa… I would make you repeat it so many times. You’re just… indescribable" he said with such tenderness and emotion. One side of you would have said 'no' but Uleyte had told you to follow your heart and the same Ney'nari made you promise to follow him always.

You felt guilty but it was superfluous at that moment, your sister would accept this, she would cover for you and spur you to follow your feelings right away. You were sure that if Neteyam wasn’t a Sully you would have bonded with him from day one, but it wasn’t possible, that Ney'nari’s death and the destruction of your house had left too much mark on you.

"I won’t repeat it, don’t make me regret this." You said and then hid a smile when Na'vi started kissing the backs of your hands.

"You’ll say it again when I bond myself to you in front of Eywa" his smile was so bright as he spoke that you almost wanted to forget your duties and your determined mating with Tul'pey. "And then I will be the father of many beautiful children who will have the most beautiful eyes of all pandora, equal to their mom. And your smile that you hide so much. And the stars that adorn your beautiful face, ma Eywa, what a blessing if they had your freckles" to his words a little laugh came out of your lips.

"Do you already think about children? I just said 'yes' to courtship" you said looking at him gently.

"Of course I do, but I hope they take my temper because you’re too tough. But our daughters must have this trait, so the boys will stay away from them and respect them." he kissed your hands again. " … te Suli Neteyam'itan and …. te Suli y/n'ite, or …te Skxumew Neteyam'itan and …. te Skxumew y/n ite. They sound good with both surnames. See? That’s the smile I want to see on our children. I would be jealous of it, because then I would have to check all those beauty buds, but it would be wonderful"

You hit Neteyam’s forehead laughing and rose from the ground, wiping yourself from the sand. "You are a skxawng. You travel too far with your imagination" you couldn’t stop laughing while Neteyam followed you and talked about the future.

"You’re a dream killer, ma Sa'nutsìp. I'll work hard to give you all this." He said smiling at you and then touching your back, causing you chills.

"It’s not true, it’s you who has a vivid imagination. After that 'yes' you made flights that not even the Ikran could support" Your voice amused as you turned towards him, continuing to walk from behind.

"First learn to freediving and ride the Ikran like a warrior, then I’ll think if…" Your back collided with a warm body, making you stop talking.

When you turned around you noticed Tul'pey and some Na'vi of the clan who were definitely going to ride Ikran or train.

"Ma Yawne, you have to be careful how you walk, you might get hurt," he said, taking your hips.

"Oh, Tul'pey… Yes, I was explaining to Neteyam about today’s lecture, I got distracted." You said moving away from his grip, then greet to his group of friends, bringing a hand to his forehead and pointing it at them, a gesture they reciprocated.

Tul'pey looked at you for a few seconds, remaining slightly suspicious. He took you by the chin and left a kiss on your lips. "All right, ma Tanhi. Eywa ngahu." he said before he threw a short, poisoned look at Neteyam, and then passed them both and left with friends.

Neteyam’s jaw was tight and tight like all his muscles, the scene had totally ruined the atmosphere that had created between you two. He was annoyed by the kiss, the positioning of the hand, but even more by the nickname he used with you. If the moment had been different, like the situation on the other hand, it would surely have put Tul'pey in his place, preventing him from even touching you once more.

"Neteyam…" your hand reached his outstretched arm, which at your touch relaxed with an unimaginable speed.

"I know, I don’t have to be jealous. He’s still your promised, but I’d rather not see you two like this" He sighed frustrated and then looked at your hand on him

"We’re a mated couple, it takes time. I can’t say anything for sure yet, you know?"

"I understand, MA Tanhi. Take all the time you need, I’m in no hurry. Not with you, not for you." he said kissing your hand.

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Psychological thriller/suspense. Read on AO3 // Read on Wattpad If you're not comfortable going in blind, read the series on AO3, as that's where I put content warnings on each chapter. I don't do taglists, so if you want to follow along here on tumblr, remember to check in whenever I feel like it's sunday.

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pt.i // Introduction to the Show pt.ii // Mercy pt.iii // Red pt.iv // the_attic_271020XX pt.v // Coming Back Down pt.vi // The Fifth Criterion pt.vii // Zopiclone pt.viii // Bitter Mechanics pt.ix // the_attic_291020XX

pt.x // Threads pt.xi // Lazarus pt.xii // Like an Animal pt.xiii // the_attic_011120XX pt.xiv // Sprouts pt.xv // Antipathy pt.xvi // Division pt.xvii // American Boys pt.xviii // Cheap Shots pt.xix // the_attic_041120X

pt.xx // The Thing About Hope pt.xxi // Shivers pt.xxii // Fallout pt.xxiii // Change of Plans pt.xxiv // Visitors pt.xxv // By All Other Names pt.xxvi // Ratio pt.xxvii // Aftermath of Ratio pt.xxviii // Waking pt.xxix // Returning

pt.xxx // the_attic_101120XX pt.xxxi // Prelude to Escape pt.xxxii // Prey Drive pt.xxxiii // A Warning pt.xxxiv // Nervous pt.xxxv // Aftermath of Nervous pt.xxxvi // Suggestions pt.xxxvii // Numb pt.xxxviii // All Saints Are Sinners pt.xxxix // The Midnight Talk

pt.xl // Sway pt.xli // The Dealer pt.xlii // Synthesis pt.xliii // the_attic_181120XX pt.xliv // Interlude pt.xlv // Speaking Your Language pt.xlvi // The Silence pt.xlvii // Confessions (coming soon)

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V. ~Survival~

Summary: You were determined to survive, longer than anyone, even if you were set to marry him.

Genre: Historical AU, angst, mature, suggestive, arranged-marriage

Warnings: Dark themes, themes/depictions of horror, swearing/language, suggestive, mentions of child murder/adult murder, breastfeeding, pet names (Y/n called Little Flower 2-3x), Implications of child neglect, implied Stockholm Syndrome, images/depictions of dead bodies, slight misogynistic themes (if you squint).

Word Count: 4.3k

A/n: I apologize for being so late with this post, a lot is going on right now and I have had a few other writing projects that I have been working on for you guys, but I was finally able to sit down and finish this chapter. Thank you all for being patient with me, it is greatly appreciated. As a friendly reminder, my asks are open if you want to ask me any questions about this story/other works or to talk about hcs, maybe even suggestions, or to be added to the taglist for any of my series, have at it! I'm going to update my navigation soon so that it has a link that can take you to the post where I have my taglist rules. I hope that due to it being summer I will be able to post more consistently, hopefully, every Sunday if possible. For now, my upload schedule will be a bit inconsistent until I figure out some kinks. Thank you for sticking around and enjoy Part 5 of Survival!

Fun Fact: I stayed up to watch the Lunar Eclipse while writing part of this chapter, it was quite awesome!

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For the first time in a long time, you felt normal. Those few hours you spent with your two little infants were the best moments out of the time you had spent at the temple. It was quiet, with no one there to disrupt your peace, not even Sukuna himself, it was just you and your children.

Yes, your attendant would walk in every once in a while, most likely on Sukuna’s orders, but she always made her visits quiet and short. She would leave you food and water to make sure you were well-nourished — you appreciated that because you knew if she hadn’t, you would’ve forgotten to eat or drink anything, too lost in admiring your children.

Sadly, it wouldn’t be this way forever, as soon as your twins were old enough to not need the nourishment from your breasts, you would go back to the normal routine around the temple; however, there would be small exceptions to watching and raising your children. Despite knowing these future events, you would enjoy the time you had with your babies.

Taking a deep breath, a long sigh following, you enjoyed the tranquility of the room. You wished this setting would last forever, but knew that it wouldn’t; however, you didn’t expect it to be disrupted this soon as an unexpected visitor made themself present.

“Had a good rest, Little Flower?”

As much as you hated that familiar teasing tone, you paid no mind to it as you didn’t want the presence of Sukuna to damper your mood. You gave a simple response, not bothering to make eye contact as you were too enamored with your twins to give him any attention.

“Not feeling very talkative today are we, Little Flower? It’s almost as if you are distracted by something or rather someone?”

Feeling a shift in bedding, you could tell that Sukuna was now leaning beside you, staring you down as you paid him no mind. You knew that this was a risky move of yours, but you would be damned if you were to miss a second of time with your children due to the likes of the twisted, two-faced man beside you.

It stayed silent for a couple minutes.

At first, you thought Sukuna had gotten the hint and would decide to leave you alone, but you should have known better. The man took your chin between his fingers, forcing you to face him; however, he was still gentle in this action, making sure to not harm you as he forced you to make eye contact.

“I apologize, I do not know what to say with such an unexpected visit,” you responded after a couple seconds of staring into his eyes.

Sukuna was only able to smirk before letting go of your face, allowing you to bring your focus back onto the infants that were curled up against your chest, trying to achieve warmth from your body.

“That seems like a valid answer, for now,” Sukuna started, pausing to examine the twins before turning his attention back to you, “Answer me this, did you know a young maiden in your village who was a seamstress? She was a couple years younger than you and I believe she would’ve been a neighbor and a close family friend of yours.”

You were a little confused by his question, but took some time to think about his description. You ransacked your mind trying to match someone to the details he had given you about this person until it finally hit you.

Your mind went back to your “wedding day” and the girl that was helping you into your ceremonial robes. You remembered that girl well, she was sixteen at the time and was practically glued to your side whenever you made your presence known around her. The same naive girl who believed a marriage with Sukuna was more of an achievement rather than a punishment.

“I do recall her, why?” you simply asked.

“She wouldn’t stop talking about you, at least for the first few minutes after the ceremony; however she had no trouble pushing the thought of you aside after I told her you were due to go into labor soon, she actually went silent for a few minutes before she started to blabber on how she would be a great wife.”

You were confused, what was he trying to prove with this story? You pondered on it, trying to think up an answer, but nothing was coming up. Why was Sukuna bringing this up now? Was he trying to stir a reaction out of you per usual? Was he trying to threaten you?

Questions kept flooding your mind until an answer finally hit you.

“It was a shame I had to kill her, she made a pretty convincing commitment about being a good wife, but her jealousy felt more of a threat towards our future heirs and if I were being honest she was getting on my nerves.”

He killed her.

The night when you went into labor, that piercing scream you heard was her. The blood that tainted Sukuna’s robes that night was her’s. You felt so on edge that night because she, the girl who practically saw you as her older sister had been murdered on her wedding night, and a part of you couldn’t help but feel like it was your fault.

Before you had the chance to snap at Sukuna for what he had done, a tanto blade appeared in front of your face.

“I noticed her slip this into her hand the moment I told her you were pregnant.”

You were quick to flick the blade away as to keep it away from your twins, worried the blade would cut them, but that wasn’t the only reason you were quick to dispose of it. A part of you didn’t want to believe that the girl you had grown up with wanted to harm you out of jealousy; moreover, you didn’t want to believe that the girl had been completely blindsided by the rumors going around the village, so much so that she lost all rationality.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“To warn you,” Sukuna quickly responded, “from this point on, you will be looked down upon in your village, maybe even your own family. From here on out everyone is out to kill you and our children…”

You looked down at your children as they began to cry, grabbing at you as they began to squirm. You tried to calm them down, but nothing was working. You attempted to adjust yourself, but something caught your eye.

There was blood on your hand.

You checked for any open wounds on your body, even inspecting your hand twice to make sure you hadn’t cut yourself with the tanto blade from earlier, but nothing; however, when you turned to examine your children, you noticed cuts and small slices littering their bodies. Out of panic, you looked over to where the blade should have landed but found nothing. You turned to look at Sukuna to see if he had grabbed it only to discover that he wasn’t there.

She was standing in his place, blade held above her head, ready to strike it down onto you and your children. Your eyes were wide in fear. You wanted to say anything but no words came out of your mouth when you went to speak some sense into her. You could only stare into her crazed eyes with fear, even when a hand made its way onto your shoulder a figure leaning in to whisper into your ear.

“Everyone is out to take what is ours Y/n.”

You gasped as you opened your eyes, sitting up immediately as you breathed heavily, trying to recover from your nightmare; however, it didn’t take long to check on your infants. You were so shaken up you examined them more times than you could count, making sure they were unscratched.

“Y/n-sama, are you alright?” your attendant asked, clearly concerned about your current state of shock.

It took you a few seconds to calm down before responding to her, giving her a simple yes so as to not give her any reason to call for someone. Now some may believe it would’ve been best for you to confide in her, but a part of you worried your children would be taken away from you.

Your attendant looked a little hesitant, clearly wanting to ask you more to make sure you were alright, but she could tell that you weren’t necessarily in the mood to talk as you had already gone in for another round of inspecting your children. She was only able to observe from afar, afraid that if she were to overstep her boundaries she would spark an adverse reaction. She decided to wait for the right time to approach you, and not necessarily question you but to at least be able to talk with you without causing you any sort of distress.

It took you a few minutes to settle down, finally feeling comfortable enough to relax, leaning back to allow a slight breather. Your attendant approached you cautiously, bringing you something to eat and drink since it had been a while since you had done so.

“Is there anything I can do for you Y/n-sama?” she asked carefully.

You only shook your head, giving her a soft smile to reassure her everything was alright. The gesture seemed to bring her a little relief as she smiled back, bowing before making her leave.

The second those doors closed, you allowed your mind to run wild. You thought back to your nightmare, still feeling distressed from the whole situation. You had no idea why you had such a horrific nightmare despite being nothing but happy these past few days, spending what quality time you could with your newborns. You were finally starting to feel a bit of normality, so why now?

You tried to convince yourself that the nightmare was another part of the exhaustion post-labor, but you knew it was not that. You tried pushing it out of your mind, you tried to forget it happened and deem it as nothing more than a nightmare, but some part of you wouldn’t allow yourself to provide that sort of relief. It invaded your mind for a solid hour until something clicked in your mind.

“Everyone is out to take what is ours, Y/n.”

Those words echoed in your head. Those words were telling you something, quite literally, about your current predicament. Those words weren’t Sukuna’s, they were yours, and you were giving yourself a warning.

If you were to somehow escape and run back to your village you would be welcomed with open arms, but your children would not, they would be taken from you and slaughtered at the elder’s command as a way to threaten the almighty, Ryomen Sukuna. Even if you tried to convince them, they wouldn’t even listen to you. They would only believe you were simply manipulated by Sukuna, nothing more.

Your children weren’t exactly safe in the temple either. There was competition among the small families in the temple. In order to impress Sukuna and to gain power among the other wives, mothers would raise their children to be the most compatible heir, even if they had to eliminate some of the competition. It is an actual survival of the fittest situation, if you aren’t careful enough and not quick enough to catch on to your possible assassin, you would wake up to find a corpse in the crib. Knowing that some of the wives already resented you, you knew your children would become subject to the one-sided rivalry.

At this point in time, you couldn’t trust anybody because no matter where you took your children there would be a knife at their neck.

Everyone was truly out to take what was yours, so you had to protect it or rather them, no matter what the cost.

You were taken out of your thoughts by the sound of the door, your attendant making her presence known. As soon as the door closed she approached you, a tea set in hand. Before she made it to your side she stopped in her footsteps, staring at something that was seemingly next to you. You turned your head to see what she was looking at only to see the previous meal she had left you earlier today.

“Y/n-sama, are you alright you haven’t touched your food from this morning, should I retrieve the doctor?” She asked, already turning on her heel to approach the door.

“No!”

Shocked and a little scared your attendant froze in her place. She stayed motionless for about a minute, fearing that she would upset you if she dared move.

You cleared your throat before the girl could get suspicious and spoke up once more.

“I apologize for my outburst, let me explain. No, I do not need the assistance of the doctor.”

“B-but Y/n-sama, I think it would be best to-”

“There is no need for the doctor, I’m perfectly fine, I simply was not hungry this morning,” you interrupted.

The girl only nodded hesitantly before making the rest of the way over to place the tea set down. She moved over the previous set before placing the current one down, pouring a cup, and handing it to you. However, she paused once more noticing your hands were full.

“Y/n-sama, I do not mean to intrude, but I believe it would be easier for you to eat if I held the twins for you,” she explained, slightly reaching over to take one of the babies.

Impulsively, you brought the twins closer to your chest, causing your attendant to pull her hands back a little. It could have been paranoia from your nightmare or the realization you had a little while ago, but you did not feel comfortable with giving your little blessings to her; however, you didn’t have much of a choice, unless you wanted to get a surprise visit from the doctor, who would most likely remove the twins from your care for a while to perform a check-up. If your children were to be removed from your care, they wouldn’t be given to your attendant or a wet nurse, but rather one of the wives, and based on your realization from earlier that was definitely not a risk you were willing to take.

Reluctantly, you began to hand over your baby boy first as your attendant reached her arms back out to hold the infant. After a minute of her holding your baby boy, you handed your girl over next. The moment your attendant had both your babies she sat down and began rocking herself back and forth.

A part of you wanted to jump up and take your children back into your arms, but you knew better than to do such an abrupt action. You only stared for a couple minutes before taking a teacup and taking a small sip of the warm beverage.

It did not take you long to finish your meal, quickly setting all the ceramics back onto the tray they were brought with. You did not hesitate to take your newborns back to the warmth of your chest as your attendant handed them back to you. You couldn’t help but smile at the little blessings as they snuggled into you and latched onto your breasts to eat.

As much as you wanted to ponder on your nightmare and your small conspiracy, you thought it best to just enjoy this moment and think about all those worries later. You softly smiled as you gazed at your beautiful twins. You would enjoy these moments of peace with your children before you had to leave the room before you had to deal with the chaos outside those doors.

One hundred, one hundred days went by where it was just you and the twins, and occasionally your attendant who came in to check up on you. You had to admit those one hundred days were the best days of your life, the only thing that could have made it better would have been your family's presence. You would've liked to have stayed in that room a little longer, but you knew that wasn't possible.

You stepped out those doors, properly dressed and slightly unbalanced. All eyes were on you and your twins, and you could not say they were one hundred percent looks of adoration. You have come to learn that during your pregnancy more of the wives had begun to grow more envious of you due to the excessive attention you had started to receive from Sukuna, so much so that he had stopped sleeping with the other wives, this being one of the reasons you would try to keep your distance from them.

"Y/n-sama, you have been requested to make your way over to Sukuna-sama's chambers. Internally sighing, you were only able to nod and advanced to the room with a slight wobble with each step, your attendant being quick to assist you before you could fall over. As you proceeded towards Sukuna's chambers, you couldn’t help but hear the whispers of gossip, no different from the day you arrived. Not all the hushed words were of ill intent, some even admiring you, but most of them held jealousy and threats.

These women were only validating your fears. You have entered the survival game, and you had to play it cautiously. No matter where you turned there would be a blade held to your neck, and not just yours but your children’s as well. Their eyes were on you, tracking your every move, trying to predict your actions so they could plot against you and your twins.

You were the prey and they were the predator.

Before you could grow even more paranoid, you were pulled into Sukuna’s quarters by your attendant. You hadn’t been in this room for one hundred days, and being in it now made you wish you could stay out of it for one hundred more. Unfortunately, that was not possible.

You watched as your attendant gave you a soft smile before making her exit, leaving the door open. You looked around the room, familiarizing yourself with the atmosphere. Nothing much had changed except for the bedding, but you just assumed that was a personal touch from one of the wives due to your absence.

Despite the small change not being that big of a deal, something about it made you feel off. You approached the bed, now noticing there was a lump in it as if someone was sleeping there, but the shape of the lump made it too small to be Sukuna. Before you could pull the sheets back, the door shut close.

“Snooping around once more, aren’t we, Little Flower,” came a sudden voice from behind you.

You jumped back slightly, holding your babies to your chest. You watched as he walked out from behind the door. Had he been there the entire time? Why was he waiting there? Questions flooded your mind as you began to worry for the safety of your children.

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to push m-” a hand covered your mouth before you could finish your statement.

“You don’t need to explain yourself; After all, you didn’t do anything wrong, she did.”

Before you could ask him what he was talking about, he pulled the bedding back to reveal a gruesome sight- a mutilated female’s body. You were quick to cover your children from the gory scene.

“Do you recognize it?” Sukuna asked with a slight bite to his tone.

What you thought had just been a nightmare was now a reality. There laid the corpse of the seamstress, the girl that admired you. Her body was disfigured, but the look of horror was still visibly etched on her face.

You could hardly stomach the sight, slightly turning your head so as to not look at the body. The twins had their heads’ buried in your chest, keeping them from viewing the scene before them. Why would he show this to you? Why would he do it now?

“Why?” You asked weakly, trying to keep the bile from climbing up your throat.

“So you do recognize her?”

You only nodded, afraid that if you opened your mouth you would regurgitate what you had eaten earlier.

“I believe that your village elders sent her out to kill you or rather what was growing inside you at the time,” the man paused looking to see your reaction to the news, “As much as I would like to kill those bastards, I have no legitimate proof, so for now they remain untouched.”

“Unless you want to do something about it.”

Your exterior seemed rather calm, but on the inside, you were fuming. Those old cowards had sent you out here to conceive children, and now they were sending people out to kill them; moreover, they had sent someone they knew was close to you to do the deed.

You couldn’t tell if it was your new motherly instincts that were making you think this way, but you wanted them to hurt like you had hurt. To see them burn and scream at your mercy would have been a delightful sight to see. At this point, Sukuna’s offer had become very tempting, but you didn’t want to stoop down to their level, to his level even.

“No,” you simply said, now looking at the body with little to no emotion, too infuriated with the recent news.

You could only hear a slight chuckle from Sukuna before he covered the body, a few staff members making their way in, taking the corpse.

Although you weren’t dismissed, you could tell Sukuna had said what he needed to say, so you turned on your heel to make your exit. Before you could walk out the door you felt a hand on your waist, effectively stopping you. You only stood there, not bothering to move another inch. You were too infuriated to be scared.

He didn’t say anything, he just held you in place as he walked up from behind. You felt his breath on the back of your neck as he leaned over your shoulder, bringing his hand around to place his palm on your daughter’s cheek, tilting her head up slightly so he could get a better look at her. It did not take him long to do the same to your son, only spending a few seconds longer to admire the infant.

You thought he was done when he pulled back, but he surprised you once more when he pulled your hair away from your neck. A poke at your head alerted you that Sukuna had placed something in your hair. Hands were placed upon your waist not too long after, turning once you around so the four-armed man could get a look at you.

There was some sort of intensity in Sukuna’s eyes. At the beginning you couldn’t understand why, but when you looked into the reflection in his eyes you got your answer. There was an object sticking out of your hair and you had a feeling you knew exactly what it was.

The kanzashi pin.

“It suits you,” Sukuna blurted out, a strange look on his face, a look you couldn’t decipher.

“Use it well, Little Flower, you will need it,” The man stated before grabbing your jaw and kissing you, allowing you to leave after.

The kiss was abnormally softer than normal, it still was still violating in a way, but it didn’t feel as uncomfortable. Sukuna’s strange behavior was throwing you off balance. There could’ve been many factors that were affecting his behavior whether it be the silent battle he was having with the elders, the recent birth of the twins, or the fact that he was touch starved.

You pushed the thoughts out of your mind as you left the room and made your way to the garden, wanting to familiarize your children with the area and atmosphere as they would spend most of their childhood there. The garden was where most mothers stayed with their children during their infancy to watch over them. Although it was a place for infants, there were still a lot of mothers who brought their older kids there, sometimes to do chores or to give their children a place to train.

The moment you entered the garden, all eyes were on you or rather the kanzashi pin that was placed in your hair. You could see some of the scowls and harsh glares, and you should’ve been scared, but you weren’t. Some might’ve thought that the kanzashi pin made you a bigger target, but you didn’t see it that way. The pin would show that you were now the top dog and that if anyone tried to lay a hand on you, they would suffer the repercussions.

You walked through that garden, your head held high and your back straight. It didn’t take you long to settle into an empty spot in the feild, a few of your acquaintances joining you as they cooed at the sight of your twins.

You were making a risky move in this game of survival by being so bold, but you believed that if you pulled this card at any other time, you would already be dead. You weren’t in this game to play it safe, you were here to win, and if that meant you would have to play cautiously or to make some questionable decisions, you would. If you weren’t winning for yourself, you were winning for your babies.

You were going to win for your family because you made a promise, an everlasting oath — you weren’t going to break it anytime soon.

@littlemochi @mistalli @youngbeansprout @bbylime @bangtan-forever1479 @idktbhloley @izayas-rings @o3o-aya @pyschopotatomeme @persephonehemingway @otomaniac

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[papuhater]

𝐑𝐔𝐍 pt.vii

𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘦

pt. i pt.ii pt.iii pt.iv pt.v pt.vi

a/n: i'm stressed and i relapsed help, this is a short passing chapter.

pairing: riddler x gn!reader; bruce wayne x gn!reader

warnings: yandere lmao riddler, obsession, mentions of not good nutritions while abduction but not starvation. not healthy relationships on edward's part, not sure it's a healthy relationship on bruce's side. mentions of reader loosing weight, not bruce kinda becomes a yandere TRAUMAHAHAHAHHAHA

summary: bruce finds y/, riddler plans more, alfred explodes and bruce literally goes insane

"edward-"

"eddie."

"e-eddie, please, why do i need to be here?"

his disturbing giggle echoed through the door into the auditorium, the rope was tight against your arms and legs.

"it's all part of the plan, my dear y/n" his clammy hands patted your shoulders "you'll need to just stay here.

"why? why do?-"

"y/n!" his hands redirected towards your face "i have to leave you here for this act."

everthing went silent, the plan he was mumbling about thomas wayne and how he was going to murder bruce wayne, the truth settled in;

he wa going to kill bruce wayne and use you as bait

he continued talking, you could hear him say 'i love you', and press a kiss into your forehead, suddenly, he left and his hands went towards the door.

he was going to leave you in darkness, and he knew how much it affected you.

"edward! please!"

"..."

you were responded with silence, your pleadings never stopped, you thrashed, bailed, and screamed your throat hoarse as darkness enveloped the room.

you were afraid of what wasn't there; afraid of not knowing, afraid of the world going on without you.

poor little human, all defenseless and small in a infinite dark world,

was eddie laughing? you could hear him, maybe, you don't know.

poor little human, defenseless in an infinite dark world, you couldn't know if you were lost, but you decided you were. your fight instincts would kick in, in a sporadic pace, using your last bits of control to fight.

your will of the fight, turned from a blazing fire to a meek spark, in your chest, but not next to your feelings or love;

those were in the brain, it took care of you, it didn't matter if it blinded you. you were blissfully happy, and that was more than enough, for you.

'rest' your brain pleaded, and you followed. the fire in your chest, it never left, the need to scream and tear yourself out of existance.

when your pupils met internal darkness, it all felt lucid, maybe hours passed before the feeling of hands cradling you was evident, you couldn't wake up, so you continued in the darkness you have begun to accept.

┊┊┊┊☆┊*🌙*┊☆┊┊┊┊

you.

you were here, safe, no wounds, just a bit skinnier, the doctors had you checked, you health wasn't that good.

his darling was here, and back to him. they wouldn't leave his side anymore, not again.

bruce found them in the closet, tied with duck tape like an animal, their wrists decorated with marks of the tape, your eyes were swollen. his heart ached at the view of bestiality done to them, his darling.

they're soul was liquid-smooth, pacific, and perfect. anything they did was beautiful, even if it was aggressive, for him, it was pacific.

but he had to leave them for alfred. commissioner gordon, stayed with them, making sure they were ok. alfred had opened a package, a package meant for him, and it exploded.

it exploded on alfred, almost killing him. alfred, the man who took care of him and he only responded with violence, almost died because of him, because of bruce wayne.

because of bruce wayne and all of the dangers of the world, he hates everything that isn't you.

he now sat in front of alfred's bed, he found out about everything, and bruce didn't know who to trust, his father, the man who he envisioned as perfect, was a lie, what was real?

he wasn't sure if y/n was real, but he was sure that what he felt for them was real, and he would do anything for them, that's why he got up into your room in the hospital, to admire your beauty and your sleeping peace,

and bribed some doctors to take you away.

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[kat-hawke]

Returning Home

(Following [The Not-So-Dead] & [Strangers and Old Habits])

The walk from Stormwind to the cabin on the far side of Elwynn was a bittersweet feeling of familiar. The light-hearted conversation passed the time as Kat occasionally glanced at the dagger Riley carried, careful not to be obvious with her wandering eyes. Odell, as always, napped in the treeline at the end of the clearing. The fox lifted his head to inspect the pair as they approached the front porch, huffing as he curled up again. Kat paused as she began to open the door, staring at the handle in her hand with a nervous breath before forcing it open. The home was still in disarray. The level of dust had grown since Riley's last visit. Slowly Kat stepped into the main room, her eyes sweeping over the mess in silence.

"Can I get you that drink?" Riley offered from the doorway as she unshouldered her bag.

"More like a bottle," Kat muttered as she kicked an empty glass on the floor with her boot. With another anxious breath, she pinched the bridge of her nose, eyes closed. "Wot a fuckin' mess..."

Riley retrieved two bottles from her bag with a small grin, holding each by the neck in either hand. "I've got ya covered there," she mused, stowing one of the bottles in the crook of her opposite arm so she could deal a reassuring squeeze to Kat's shoulder with the free hand. "And it's nothing that can't be fixed, yeah?" 

Kat mirrored the smile, weak as it was, as she glanced over at Riley before eying the bottles. "Ya've never disappointed, luv'."

She leans down to pluck an empty bottle from the floor to deposit into a waste bin on her way into the kitchen, the resulting 'clunk' seeming to echo through the otherwise quiet home.

Moving into the center of the room, Kat watched Riley make her way towards the kitchen in the far corner, an empty bottle plucked from the floor along the way, and dropped into the waste bin, resulting in a 'clank' which echoed in the cabin. 

"It's no' about that, it's just—" Kat let out another heavy exhale, nudging and empty bottle on the floor with her boot. "—yeah, the place can be fixed. But can I? I hardly remember any of this. It's all flashes like a skipping record. What I remember most was the feeling of being empty, and how intoxicating it was as I drowned m'self in whiskey and azerite."

"I think," Riley paused, uncorking one of the bottles, "after everything you've been through, the fact that you're even standing there, to begin with, is proof enough that you've got what it takes to get there - where ever 'there' is." A gentle shrug was offered, but not in any dismissive way - her tone was genuine, as was the sentiment behind it. "I can't imagine what that must have been like." She shook her head gently, taking a cloth to the two cleanest glasses she could find. "And I'm not gonna try. But I gotta wonder what it was that led you there, to begin with..." The question is gently probing but understandably pointed.

"An Old God," Kat answered in a monotone, "by the time I knew it was too late. I took lives, traded pieces of m'self for power. It's funny because the subtly and level of manipulation makes me feel... Envious?" Kat dropped into the seat, pushing several depleted azerite crystals and shards from the couch to the floor. Thinking, only for a brief moment, if she too could achieve such a subtle level of manipulation. "I can't undo some of th' things I've done, the people I've hurt."

"Ah. Right." Riley nodded, knocking back the contents of her glass before refilling it immediately. She takes the other glass by hooking a finger into the rim to carry in-hand with the bottle, pausing to drop the glass off on the coffee table. "I could sit here and feed you the whole 'It gets easier with time' bullshit, but you and I both know that's all the line is." She offers this as a gentle tease, though there's some obvious truth in the statement. "What I can say is if there's anyone that can find a way to navigate that path, it's you. Never known you to back down from a challenge, doubt that'll change anytime soon." She adds the last bit with a hint of a familiar smirk, helping herself to a healthy pull from her glass.

"Too stubborn for m'own good sometimes," Kat added with a faint smirk of her own. "Challenge is wot started the who mess, but I appreciate the sentiment all th'same." Scooping up the glass, she quickly knocked back the contents, holding out the empty vessel for a refill. Pulling her eyes from the mess littering the floor, Kat looked to Riley. 

"And you?" She gently probed. "I sat on the roof across from your shop every Wednesday, watching the dust collect on the windows."

After refilling Kat's glass Riley slumped onto the couch, ignoring the dust that flew into a plume around her, focusing instead on her drink. "I thought about that," she murmured, huffing a sigh as the weight of Kat's words settled onto her shoulders. "About the fact that you had no way of knowing what happened, and I had no way of telling you." With another large swig from the glass, Riley paused, setting her gaze on the amber contents as the drink was gently swirled. 

"I know I told you my family was all dead - that I'd lost them all before I came to live in Stormwind. That's not true. I've got a brother. The kind of brother you grow up never talking about - not even with those closest to you." Riley sat forward in her seat, pursing her lips to the side for a moment as she looked up to meet Kat's gaze. "I've got something he wants, as it turns out. And while the 'what' and the 'why' of it all is lost on me, it took him a long time to figure out that I wasn't lying every time I said I didn't know what the fuck he was talking about." 

She rolled her shoulders in a shrug, a pained attempt at a smile taking residence on her features. "I'm sorry I put you through that. I really am."

"I could have helped..." Kat spoke above a whisper, leaning forward and placing a hand on Riley's arm. "I didn't know where t'look or where t'start, but I wanted anything and everything to help." Exhaling out a sigh of her own, Kat took a generous swig from the glass and sank back against the cushion. 

"And I'm sorry I put you through the same. As we agreed, though, never again." Her foot nudged Riley's leg, and the faintest of smirks touched her lips. "Where is he now? Will he be a problem again? Is there anything I can do?"

"We didn't exactly part on good terms," Riley paused for a split second. "I imagine he'll reach out again at some point, but I doubt he'll go about it in the same way. I can give you enough information for one of your files, that way you'll know where to start if it turns out he is foolish enough to pull that shit again." She met Kat's gaze then, reclining back into her seat with as relaxed a sigh as she could manage. "I should have told you about him a long time ago. Just one of those things I thought I could bury and forget about until it simply... faded into obscurity, y'know?" A chuckle rumbled within her throat at the thought.

"Anything is better than nothin'. The file can wait until another time. But if he dares touch ya' again, I'll bury my blade in him. Personally." The signature tone of a threat hung in Kat's voice as she looked towards the cold hearth. Killing the last of her whiskey and shaking her head as she promptly refilled the glass. "I know th' feelin', of ignorin' and tryin' to forget about something. Pushin' it deep and hopin' it becomes obscure and lost t'time. Take from me, luv', that shit just doesn' work." In a blink, her eyes shifted back to Riley. 

"I'm sorry ya' had t'see all this." A finger lifted from the glass to indicate the cabin which sat in disarray. "This is where ya' found—" Kat nearly choked on her words in the abrupt pause. "—her?"

"I've been wracking my brain trying to figure out how to start this conversation, so I'm glad you're the one to bring it up," Riley paused to empty her drink down the back of her throat. Setting the glass aside before her hand fell to the hilt of the dagger, Kat had been eyeing all evening and removed its encasing sheath from her hip. 

"Ya' know me. Right t'the point." Kat tried to joke, the fake smile faltering in a pained expression as Riley removed the dagger.

The backs of Riley's wrists rested against her knees, the sheathed dagger draped across open palms, brow furrowed with inner conflict she didn't even try to hide as she looked down at the dagger and then back up to Kat, who eyed the blade with apparent anxiety and shifted in her seat. The nail of her forefinger dug into the side of her thumb, hard enough to draw a drop of blood. The lower lip was tugged inward by teeth, and breath hitched as a lump in Kat's throat. Water welled in the eyes, and she had to look away. 

"She's still alive, then?"

Riley's dark brows pulled a little tighter together, and her voice was hesitant in tone when she finally did speak up a moment later. "Do you... remember what happened?" Her uncertainty appears honest, as does her desire to tread carefully. "Any of it..?"

Kat winced. Face scrunching as lips were curled inward, shifting in anxiously again in her seat, one arm wrapping tightly around her core, still looking away towards the bedroom door. "Wot—" Kat's voice broke, she cleared her throat and tried again. "—Do ya' know? Wot did she say?" With a trembling lower lip, she hesitantly looked towards Riley again, locking their eyes together. The pain and guilt ran deep into Kat's core, and she couldn't hide it.

"Enough to understand why you're looking at me like that..." it was meant to be a gentle jab - an attempt at levity -, but there was no denying the seriousness of what they were about to get into. "I may have coaxed more information out of her than she wanted to give, but you know what they say about old habits. Whatever you're still holding onto that's making you anxious about what I'm thinking - you can go right ahead and let go of it. I'm not here to judge." Riley shook her head. "And whatever happened between the two of you - despite what happened between you - you should know that she's been desperate to find you this whole time. I couldn't have done it without her help - she's been my guide through all of it, really."

Kat's nervous twitches continued as Riley spoke, her thumbnail now raking across the fingertips, pausing at each one to pick at the skin. "It wasn't me...not completely." She finally breathes out in a shaky voice. "Towards the end, memories become patchy. I've been worried, afraid she didn't survive." Reaching for the bottle, she inhaled a gulp of whiskey from the container directly. "I know that regardless of wot I say, I can't make it right."

"No one's asking you to," Riley offers gently, pausing her thought with a sigh. "Least, not either of us - I can only speak honestly about the things I know, and I imagine that's just a drop in the bucket with all you've dealt with, but you've still got folks in your corner. You don't have to go through it alone." Reaching out across the space between them, Riley places her hand atop Kat's. 

"I know..." Kat whispers between gulps of whiskey. Her hand stopped the nervous twitch. Instead, her fingers were gently gliding across Riley's. "Thank you..." 

A moment of heavy silence hung between them before Riley gently spoke. "Do... do you want to talk to her?"

Kat looked anxiously towards the dagger, unsure what to expect. A fight, empty apologies, bitterness, acceptance. The overwhelming pressure was enough to warrant another massive gulp of whiskey. 

"Do ya' think I should?"

"I do," Riley affirms, offering a nod. With that, Riley takes hold of the blade within its sheath, breaking contact with the hilt after a small hesitation to hand it out for Kat to take. "I know she's desperate to hear your voice again..."

An amused huff broke the guilty expression as Kat shook her head, biting her lip again as she glanced down at the dagger. With a deep breath to calm the nerves, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around the handle of the blade.

Immediately the familiar sensation of connection pummeled into Kat's consciousness. The ability to feel the lifeforce, the soul, bound within the dagger, left her dazed and twisted with emotions. Riley sank into the couch with a quiet sigh of relief, content to sit, and carefully monitor the situation at hand for the time being.

"Hey..." Alyssa's voice broke the awkward silence, echoing within Kat's skull and threatening to bring tears to her eyes again.

With another slow exhale, Kat cracked her necked and responded in an equally lackluster, "hey."

"Think I'll win some kinda magical award or something for figuring out how to put a dormant soul back together?"

"I'll put something together for you, but I never had my doubts you'd figure it out." The anxiety and guilt Kat harbored was nearly palpable as she covered up the lie. There was no plan when she ejected Alyssa through the scroll of recall; the only concern was removing her from inevitable destruction. "I was worried you didn't survive."

"I'm glad we both survived," Alyssa's replied, her overwhelming emotional state is pure relief at the moment. "It's good to hear your voice again. Really good. I...don't know if I would have, without Riley. You pick good friends."

"She's..." Kat trailed off a bit as her eyes shifted from the dagger in her lap to Riley at the end of the couch, who was finishing off another glass of whiskey. "...yeah. Glad she ain't dead, and that she's the one who found you." 

Kat drew the dagger from the sheath and spun it over in her hand. A thumb running over the edge of the blade as she sat in silence, inspecting the dagger and the glowing engraving. "It looks like she's taken great care of the blade. You two playing nice?"

"I think so. She's been... We both needed someone to lean on during this. I owe her dinner when—" Alyssa paused abruptly "—If." She leaves the rest of that unsaid, but Kat knew where the thought was going "We've been worried. She's probably said everything I'd want to say. We thought you were gone."

"She's said a lot. But we all know there aren't enough words to describe how we feel." 

Kat's eyes narrowed skeptically, looking to Riley again as she inquired. "She ask ya' t'kill anyone?"

"Oh yeah," Riley responds, nodding a few times before standing and making her way over towards the kitchen. "Couple of times." There's an air of acceptance to her words, even while offered up in mild jest - she seems neither disturbed by the admittance nor surprised by the inquiry.

Kat's tongue pocketed in the corner of a cheek as a low hum rolled in her throat, skeptically concerned about that answer as she focused on Alyssa again. 

"I'm sorry. For everything."

"I can't say I understand why things went the way they did." Alyssa responded with a mix of emotions, "I think you know after everything we went through, though, that I don't hold it against you. Thank you for saying it." 

There was another pause as Kat's emotions churned again with guilt and grief, tying knots in her stomach and threatening to send the whiskey back up. "I don' know wot I know anymore. I hardly remember things towards the end."

"A lot of things got said. I remember it all, but I don't know what was real and what wasn't. It was in both our minds by then. It's over now. We both came out on the other side."

"Did we?" There was a pain in Kat's words. "The things I did, there's no going back from that. For months my actions weren't my own. Even now, I feel as if I'm waiting for a veil to be lifted, and this all to be another trick of the mind."

Alyssa was taken aback, and a long pause followed before she replied. "Months... I never knew how long— This is real though, Riley and me, we won't let it not be.  Maybe you can't come back from all of it, but we're here."

"It was there, in my mind, whispering and goading me on when I—" Kat choked and couldn't finish the sentence. Her legs curled up on the cushion, and her head dipped, forehead resting on the dagger's pommel held tightly in a fist at the top of her knees. "Some of us are more here than others, and that's the problem. I don't know how to fix my biggest mistake."

It wasn't until Kat curled up that Riley stepped away from the cutting board in the kitchen and moved to stand beside Kat's seat, reaching out to rest a hand on her shoulder. "I know this is probably a stupid question, but are you alright?"

"I've missed her," Kat whispers in the curled-up state. 

"We'll figure it out," Alyssa attempts to reassure, "hell, I'm an expert in soul magic and near as I can tell, even without it's influence you seem to be too.  If anyone can—"

"And if it does more damage? Or worse..." Kat interrupted

"What's worse?" Alyssa challenged. "...nothing worth doing was ever easy, right?"

Kat sucked in another uneasy breath, looking out to the cold hearth as Riley's hand squeezed her shoulder. "If I can find a way, what does it mean for us?"

Alyssa hesitated in her response. "What do you want it to mean for us? Can we rebuild that we had?"

"I'm asking you." 

Kat's teeth clenched before she glanced over her shoulder towards Riley and painfully whispered again. "I don't understand."

"That seems perfectly understandable to me..." Riley's uncertainty is palpable in her tone, though she offers another reassuring squeeze to Kat's shoulder all the same.

"You might not remember the last moments. I said, I love you, and I meant it." Alyssa's tone ached. "We can rebuild."

Kat paused there, wetting her lips and looking to the floor. "I said it too, and I meant it..."

"Then we'll try. If we figure this out. I'll get clean, and we'll go from there." Alyssa spoke in faint relief.

"Yeah... Yeah, maybe..." Kat's attention pulled back into reality as Alyssa echoed back the same response, sounding unhappy with the way Kat had said it.

To Kat, it didn't make sense, with how easily Alyssa seemed to let it go. It played on her paranoia, and her mind raced with a dozen scenarios of freeing the woman from the dagger. Some tragic while others were wholesome, but Kat's returning thoughts of abandonment plagued each projected outcome, even the fear of becoming the dagger's next inhabitant out of spite.

"It started right there," Kat pointed the dagger at the empty hearth, addressing Riley again. "Our voices raised, I shoved her against the stones. Then it ended over there," the dagger pointed towards the dining table next. "That's where I plunged this blade into her gut, after beating her with a candelabra." Kat's voice cracked and broke as she relived the scene, tears beginning to fall, all while maintaining a simple conversation with Alyssa in her head. "And she just...forgives me? I don't understand."

Riley followed the narrative; her gaze was tracing each location the dagger highlighted. "I know this doesn't need to be pointed out - least of all by me - but she loves you. Regardless of... how things progressed, she knows it wasn't all you there. At the end." Pausing, Riley gave herself a moment to breathe a sigh. "I wish I knew what else to say... but she never gave up on you."

"She tell ya' why I did it?" Kat's watery gaze shifted towards Riley again, lips pursing in a mix of self-loathing and sorrow.

"She didn't talk about it a lot. What happened, anyway," Riley reached up with her free hand to deal an idle rub to the back of her neck. "From what she did say, though, it seems like you did it to save her. That's how she explained it in a roundabout way."

"Yeah," Kat stated coldly as she wiped away a tear. She was making the conscious decision to change the narrative in hopes of clearing her guilt. 

"The fel was gettin' the better of her. Got to th' point where it would have been her or me." Pushing up to her feet, Kat paced slowly across the rug, eyeing the hearth. "Said before she'd get clean, but didn't. Told me about someone she loved and killed, how else was I supposed to react when the fel comes out in an argument?" Arms lifted with the rhetorical question. 

"If I put her back into a body, she'll walk out on me and go right back into hurtin' people. Tryin' to play us..." The pacing stopped, and Kat chewed on her lip again before firing a loaded question. "Let me guess; she told ya' to kill someone so she could regain strength? To repurpose th' soul?"

"I mean, yeah... but it was all with helping you in mind," Riley interjects, brow furrowed. "She was there with me when I found you in Uldum. She took what we were able to collect and did... whatever it is you do with soul energy... to see if we could bring you back. Somehow." 

Kat shook her head a bit, to make it more apparent how crazy it sounded even if she knew the truth.

"I felt what she felt, Kat..." Riley motioned faintly towards the dagger. "She probably could have made me do whatever she wanted once that link was established. She didn't. She left it up to me."

"That's the thing about manipulation. Feels like yer choice, until it isn't." Kat pointed the dagger at the table, the spot of the murder, again. "Felt like my choice at the time, but in reality, I was watching as it happened, helplessly through m'own eyes. Until I was finally left with my thoughts as I held her body." 

Nesting the weapon in two hands, Kat looked down upon the glowing engravings of the dagger. "But I still love her..."

"I know you do..." Riley responded gently.

Pacing again, Kat scooped up the whiskey bottle in one hand, tipping the bottom skyward in a deep chug. Her emotions and expressions were scattered, fingers pressing to the side of her head as the dagger hung upside-down and ran parallel to her wrist. 

"I've missed you." 

"I missed you too. I love you, Kat." 

"I love you." Kat echoes back with emotional strain. "I don't know what'd I'd have done if you didn't make it."

"Tell me I'm just paranoid." Kat's voice broke again as she looked back to Riley, sounding more like a plea as she choked on the final syllable. She was tearing herself apart from the inside out, slipping right into her self-destructive nature.

"Hey..." Riley stepped forward, gently coaxing the bottle from Kat's grasp and setting it aside. Taking Kat's face into both her hands to meet and hold her gaze with a sense of gentle purpose, she spoke softly. "I can't tell you what I don't know. You could be right - I obviously don't know Alyssa as well as you do, but I know I trust my gut, and it led me to trust her." She paused, exhaling a small sigh. 

"She never even mentioned returning to her former... self, until I brought it up - she only ever seemed keen on finding you." Riley let her hands slip from Kat's face, falling then to her shoulders. "You've been through the fucking ringer, Kat. There's a lot to unpack here, just give yourself a break."

Kat's eyes clamped shut as she listened to Riley with several nods, pulling in her lips, which dragged slowly over the teeth until pursed again. "Yer right, luv'. Yer right. And I trust ya' more than anyone else these days, so..." Dropping her arm, Kat tossed the dagger onto the hearth's mantle beside them, looking at the blade for a second longer before returning her attention to Riley again. 

"I need a break, yeah. We both know I'm bad about that, and we both need one." Glancing down at the whiskey bottle only inches away, Kat plucked it up by the neck without too much movement, waving the alcohol in the space between them as a smirk touched the corner of her lips. "So. Let's get drunk together so I can kiss ya' and then blame it on the whiskey."

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fryecest: CROOKED HEARTBEAT, pt.VI

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‘I arrived at Sir David's laboratory too late to recover the Piece of Eden. I did not get a good look at it, but he had it hooked up to some sort of machine, which exploded under duress.’

Evie wrote into her notebook absent-mindedly, never failing to document any and all information on anything Assassin-related she deemed important.

‘For his part, Jacob believes I found some ancient pottery that cracked when exposed to an electrical charge. Ancient pottery! Unfortunately for me, the subsequent explosion of the laboratory means that I cannot disprove the hypothesis.’

He carefully studied her expression as the candlelight gently bounced around the soft features of her face, the way she scrunched her nose as she concentrated, the way her brows pulled together, lips pursed, every detail, every inch of her, he tried to burn into his memory as if in fear that any moment spent with her could be his last.

‘If we had timed our mission even a few hours sooner, I would be holding the proof in my hands even now! But I know what I saw.’

“We didn’t pack.” He stated plainly, standing up from one of the beds brandishing their modest hotel room.

His gaze travelled from her lips as he approached her, along the arch of her jawline, down her neck, as he observed the tenseness in her muscles all the way down to her hands, he couldn’t miss the slight pause of her fingers before she hastily resumed her writing, pointedly ignoring his words.

‘I also had the opportunity to observe the famed Miss Lucy Thorne. She was more interested in speedy results than the actual object they'd found. I suppose it is to be expected of a Templar that she would focus more on gaining power than gaining information. Still, she does not seem to be a woman to be trifled with. I'll need to proceed carefully.’

Afraid to look away, it was as though Jacob feared she might just up and vanish were he to look elsewhere. The amount of times she graced his drunken dreams, only for him to be cruelly awoken into his lonely, miserable reality had been one too many in the past month.

“Hmpf.” He grunted, trying to garner her attention yet again, hands now placed on the edge of the table she was sitting at.

‘If what Sir David told me as he died is true, Miss Thorne is either in possession of another Piece of Eden or knows where one is. Jacob and I-‘

“Real mature.” Was her only comment, arms crossed defensively as she stared down her brother, the latter brandishing his signature smirk.

“I said, we didn’t get the chance to pack.”

He played with the stolen notebook, swaying it in front of her, his mind toying with the idea of opening it and reading its contents out of mere boredom and curiosity.

“Yes, we did not.” Evie heavily exhaled.

Making no intention to obtain the taken item, Jacob dared to flip the pages, as if to challenge her, only to be met with an apathetic expression.

He rolled his eyes. “Meaning you still carry this damn notebook with you everywhere you go.” He mocked, recalling all the times he’d see her carrying it around, never letting it out of her sight. He teased her then, when they were mere children, and he’d tease her still. Jacob was never the studious type anyway. And he’d deny it to himself if he said he didn’t enjoy seeing her cheeks turn red in embarrassment either.

“Writing things down is smart. You should try it sometime. Maybe you’re actually not such an idiot under all that forgetfulness.” She prodded, tone annoyed though carrying a familiar hint of playfulness.

Hands still crossed over her chest, she remained seated, answering his provocation with a pointed stare.

“You wound me, dear sister.” His tone purposefully theatric, he held her gaze, a moment too long as his sister ended up being the one to look away, awkwardly biting her lip.

He shook his head in silence, eyes studying the written words. “’Jacob and I’ what hmm?” The sentence had gone unfinished, an ugly speck of ink laying on the empty page underneath her latest entry. She merely scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“Whatever you hope to find - it’s not there. I told you a thousand times before, this isn’t a diary.”

Jacob paused, catching her gaze. “Are you done? Can I have it back?” Looking away, she merely extended a hand, avoiding his wandering eyes.

“No.”

“Stop acting like a child. Give it back please.”

“I do like being the centre of your attention.”

“Jacob!” She seethed, in a moment of annoyance and anger, her tired state did nothing to aid her critical thinking, as Evie stood up and marched towards him. Jacob looked at her intently as he let her back him against the wall on the opposite side of the room.

She grunted, searching his eyes as he merely raised his hands as though he’d just been caught by the police, trying to do his best to look as pointedly innocent as he could.

Evie snatched the stolen object from his hand, though at that point they’d been standing so close she could swear she could hear the pounding of her brother’s heart. In a split second of hesitation she choked, as his eyes jumped down to her lips, and almost instinctively, so did hers to his, making her jump away feeling as though for a second, she couldn’t breathe.

She meant to yell at him, feeling like he did that on purpose, to provoke her, whatever it was, but his words caught her by surprise.

“Well, I’m going to… leave.” Jacob broke the sudden silence, voice hoarse. “It’s the middle of the night?” She found herself protesting, though unable to look him in the eye, her voice was laced with abrupt panicked worry.

“It’s been a long day…” His tone was strained, voice not really making sense as he looked her over, once, twice, though she refused to face him still.

“Please don’t leave me again.”

Her voice was but a whisper, hands balled into fists as her exhausted brain worked in overdrive. She watched him leave once, and she wouldn’t – couldn’t – do it again. Not after she finally got him back after so long. She told him to leave then and she wouldn’t do it again. Or, couldn’t find it in herself to.

He exhaled, his shoulders slouched as he bridged the gap between them and enveloped her in a tight embrace without a second thought.

And she relished in it, the anger in her dissipating just as quickly as it appeared, she returned the hug with equal intense emotion.

“I missed you so much. I don’t want to be alone again.” She managed to squeeze out, feeling as though her lungs were unable to catch air. “Evie… I missed you more.”

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It was the year of 1868 when the Frye twins first set foot in the big city of London, more precisely, the borough of Whitechapel. The ghost of the great Industrial Revolution clung it's poisonous claws into all of its inhabitants, the most afflicted being Whitechapel itself. With a shadow from the past casted over the poor and chaos inflicted district, many people, desperate for a better chance at life, resorted to thievery, begging, murder and even prostitution.

"I've never seen so many people at once." Jacob's admiring eyes, almost intimidated, flew across the tall buildings and crowds of people running around. "'The churning seas of London.'" Evie quoted as the twins stepped onto the lively London streets. "It's just as Father described." She couldn't help but admit it to herself that despite her fears, she was content with her decision to come to London. It would take time, but she was sure they could accomplish their goal. With Jacob by her side, she felt like everything was possible.

"Now, to find Henry Green and formulate a plan of attack against the Templars." Evie reminded with a stern voice, though the same curiosity and excitement that lit her brother's eyes rose inside her as well.

"Hm." He grunted, his brows furrowing in deep thought. "Who’s Mister Green again?”

Evie frowned in response. “The Assassin watching over London. Did you not listen the first three times?” She scoffed, though Jacob seemed to have no retort. She’d been babbling all morning, but all he could think about was the way she looked at him before she retrieved the notebook from his hands.

She laughed, giggled almost, at the way he seemed to completely lose himself in his thoughts. “Jacob.” She lightly punched his shoulder. “I’ve always been the quicker climber, haven’t I?”

“Not since we were two.” He smirked, waking up from his fantasies as he looked at her from the corner of his eye.

“Race you to the highest vantage point!”

And with that, she was gone, already running through the crowd with intense speed, trying to locate the best opportunity to ascend.

And so she did, with her brother hot on her heels as they climbed, higher and higher, further and further, onto the rooftop of the nearby factory. Jacob lagged behind, his steps rigid and chopped, unfocused, as his eyes followed her elegant movements, the gentle smile on her lips, the rosy flush in her cheeks that, unbeknownst to him, mirrored his.

“Ha!” She exclaimed her victory, letting out a carefree laugh as adrenaline filled her veins. He was enamoured by her, completely taken off guard by her blithe visage, the liveliness to her stance, as he was unable to pay attention to anything but her.

Their chests heaved as he caught her gaze, completely speechless. Like she had done a complete turn around, from the tired, stressed woman standing before him a mere day ago, the stark contrast in the person standing before him now was abrupt – though in all the right ways.

And Jacob felt the same too, having held her in his arms for the first time in so long, having slept in the same room, despite his subconscious fears, knowing she’d be there when he wakes up was enough to breathe life back into him.

“You must be the Frye twins.”

They jumped, the voice of the new arrival a sharpness that cut through the air around them. “And you are...?” Evie spun on her heels, the warm tension dissipating as they both faced the gentleman standing in front of them.

“Henry Green, at your service. I was sorry to learn about your Father's passing.”

Evie could swear she felt the temperature drop, if judging by the mere way Jacob looked at the young man… who was intently looking at her.

“Thank you...” She mumbled, feeling, dare she say, enchanted by his politeness and respectful manner, the way he looked at her, how he carried himself in huge contrast with, well, anything Jacob ever did.

“What can you tell us about Crawford Starrick?” Jacob’s bitterness cut through them, the strained tone in his voice an obvious indication of his sudden irritation, as his gaze finally moved from his sister towards the new face.

“I suppose the Council desires news?” The twins looked at each other awkwardly, Evie mumbled a half-assed heroic comment about the liberation of London, hoping more than anything the Assassin standing in front of them wouldn’t bat an eye at their unannounced arrival. Or write to George about it, for that matter. Though he was bound to find out sooner rather than later anyway.

A worry she’d save for another time. And why was she comparing Henry to Jacob anyway?

Henry aimed to update them on the horrific state of London’s inhabitants, the future certainly painted bleak. Jacob studied the sea of people beneath them, the familiar red coats apparent of the truth in the Assassin’s words. Evie tried her best to look determined yet surprised, even though she’d already read those same concerns in the stolen letter addressed to George.

“I've always thought of myself as a gang leader.” Jacob spoke nonchalantly. The more he looked, rather, the more he saw, the more sure he was that a venture like that could perhaps be worth his time. “Firm, but fair. We'll have uniforms. And I'll unite a mix of disenfranchised outsiders under one name. That's it, Evie! We can rally them to our side.” Couldn’t sound more ridiculous if he tried, if judged by how Evie looked at him, but… Perhaps, if he played his cards right.

“Oh, like the way that you rallied those card players at the Oakbrook Tavern into the river?” In turn, her voice was laced with equal surprise, playfulness and yet, utter disbelief. Her gaze jumped from her brother to Henry, a hint of embarrassment creeping up her cheeks, as though she feared the impression they’d leave on the older Assassin with Jacob’s odd tantrums.

“That was different, they beat me at whist. I can see it now! We'll call ourselves the Rooks.” He exclaimed, hands raised theatrically.

“You were never good at chess, either.”

Henry stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to say as the siblings bickered in front of him.

“Have you got a better plan?” Jacob’s brows furrowed in challenge, seeing the flickering of her eyes, which did nothing but provoke him. “Find the Piece of Eden.” She stated plainly, the disbelief in her face mirrored onto her brother’s almost perfectly. The idea of having his own gang didn’t seem so far-fetched if his sister’s only viable plan was finding an ancient artifact.

Henry broke through their dialogue with a simple offer of showing them around.

Well rested, Evie threw herself at the task at hand, trying to think away the troubles that hung between her brother and herself. She listened intently, thankful for the distraction, and drank up any information Henry provided them with, trying to be as prepared as she could possibly be for whatever the future might throw at them.

Jacob on the other hand didn’t pay much attention, his mind going a mile a minute as he visualised how he’d make Rooks his reality. Whatever Henry said went in one ear and out the other, or the majority at least.

"You know, if it were up to me, we'd be out there, bringing the fight to Starrick's doorstep." Jacob pulled on Evie’s hand, falling in step with her, pointedly putting visible space between them and one Mister Green. His voice was unruffled as his fingers pointed towards the endless streets of London. "Not sitting around, chit-chatting about it all day long." Brushing his hand through his hair, his eyes glanced to his sister.

"And that is why you are not in charge." She was only half paying attention, pulling away to present Henry some more inquiries from her endless ocean of questions about certain arcane research.

"We'll see who's in charge after I kill Starrick and George appoints me a Master Assassin." He gently nudged her shoulder with a smirk, desperately intended to keep her attention on him any way he could. "George would do nothing of the sort. Whatever would be left of the Creed would perish under your control." She caught his surprised eyes and gave him a smirk, just like the one he gave her so many times before.

"Harsh words, dear sister."

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The two Assassins followed Henry as he stepped into the cosy Curiosity Shop, Mr. Green's main operative base in London, appearing like a small souvenir place. Jacob was not impressed by the shop's aesthetics, while Evie seemed excited to be there.

“Can we get to the point?” Jacob said through his teeth. Evie's death glare was enough for him to control his already prepared spiteful words. There was something about Henry that clearly bothered him immensely. And having to follow them around like a puppy, forced to listen to their chit-chatting about the damn Piece of Eden did him no good either. Or the way Evie went all soft around Henry either, for that matter.

Clear, that there was not a single ounce of friendliness for Henry from the younger twin, Mr. Green turned to his books. "Well, I suppose we'll talk about your Piece of Eden some other time then." He nodded to Evie.

Jacob didn’t fail to notice the saddened slouch in her shoulders as soon as Henry uttered the words, his hands balling into fists. Dealing with whatever was happening between them was strenuous enough, but what Jacob never foresaw coming was competition of the romantic kind. Especially not one presented in such contrast to how he carried himself and clearly already liked by the very person of his interest.

What was his thought back then?

It was as though the universe was laughing at him.

In all its irony, it truly seemed like it was.

“Who are all these people?” Evie asked, breaking through the cloud forming over his head. “Over the years, I have established a number of connections across the city.”

Henry pulled up various sketches, different people he deemed of interest to aid their common goal. It was almost as though he had been preparing for Assassins to come to his aid for quite some time.

“Splendid! We'll need focused aid-“

“Focused aid? Pf. We take over Starrick's gangs, we cripple his control.” He cut her off, brushing her ideas aside.

“You're not aiming high enough. Starrick has influence in every branch of society, we need to match him.” Evie turned Henry's attention to her, much to Jacob's dislike.

“I see what you're saying, Evie. We need the Rooks.” He prodded as he grabbed her shoulder, fully intending to irritate her further. “You are not starting a gang called the Rooks.” She hissed, wanting to shut down her brother's words, that seemed like one of his momentary reckless attempts at a decent plan. Meticulous as she was when it came to her missions, she wouldn’t give the thought of Jacob being an actual gang leader a second thought.

"I believe I might have an idea of my own." Henry stepped in, his hands signalling for them to calm down. He waved them over and showed them the sketches and books he put on the counter.

He explained his plan as if he had rehearsed it many times before. Important alliances, influential people, high-profile targets, anything that could be of help, and Evie made a mental note of every single one of Henry’s tips, cherished his advice and remained of the opinion that proceeding carefully is of their best interest.

Her brother of course, was not of the same opinion, the determination to from a gang to fight Starrick’s Bligthers already fully formed in his mind.

The only thing that grabbed his attention was the mention of Clinkers – a small group of people opposing the red coats. It was as good start as any to make his Rooks a reality.

Well, that and one fellow named Rexford Kaylock.

"Just be cautious. It's rough out there." Henry said calmly, his attention back on his books. "Oh, don't worry about me Greenie. I can handle a few thugs." He threw a glare at the man, ignoring the one Evie was aiming at him.

“Excuse my brother.” She fumbled with her words as Jacob merely spun on his feet, intending to leave the confined space, leaving the two in awkward silence.

He was set on a goal. He got his target. And that was all he needed, lest Henry’s skull would be the one he crushed instead. Just as he thought things might make a turn for the better, just as they stepped into the right direction, Henry came and took them five steps backwards. Back to fighting, to disagreeing, to falling out.

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credit: evie's first notebook entry, meeting henry green & the in-game description of whitechapel

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read pt.VII here

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|| this fanfiction was written by me. you can also read it here, if you prefer. ||

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[iamnightduchess]

Until Dawn (18+)

(Reiner x Mikasa Canonverse AU & Series Alternative Ending)

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Mikasa Ackerman/Reiner Braun, Levi Ackerman/Zoe Hange, Armin Arlert/Annie Leonhardt (implied), Jean Kirschtein/Pieck Finger (implied).

Characters: Mikasa Ackerman, Reiner Braun, Zoe Hange, Levi Ackerman, Kiyomi Azumabito, Jean Kirschtein, Pieck Finger

Summary:

      As the alliance races against time and the Rumbling to stop Eren’s madness, the new plan forces the team to make an unexpected detour in Odiha, a coastal city south of Marley.

      When Mikasa struggles in between the lies she kept telling herself from the awful truth, he, out of everyone, sees her for the fraud that she was - a terrified young girl hiding behind this invincible facade, clinging to the last anchor of her livelihood, burdened by an unbearable guilt.

      Furtive glances and subtle touches told him what words couldn’t. 

      If one last night alive is all that they’ve been given, then it would be a night of no prohibitions - one that they’ll carry to their graves. When the dawn breaks, it is time to return to their agonizing reality - moving forward towards an inevitable death, when staying alive was no longer a possible option.

      Perhaps, that one night in Odiha might leave behind a lasting mark that transcends beyond space, time, life and even after death.

CW: Graphic Smut

A/N: Takes place from manga chapters 127 - 139. Featuring a series alternative ending.

Read :  Pt.I  |  Pt.II  |  Pt.III  | Pt.IV | Pt.V | Pt.VI | Pt.VII | ED | Epilogue

Playlist

Sexy Fan Art (I) by @ricebunnyyy 🐺👑🐰

Sexy Fan Art (II) by @ricebunnyyy 🐺👑🐰

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Instax of Plants Pt.VI

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[toournextadventure]

movie night pt ii

Summary: After your previous movie night was disrupted by Sam, you finally manage to get a real date with Tara. Or so you thought.

Word Count: 3.6k Warnings: swearing, mentions of stabbings, suggestive themes Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader (pt.i) (pt.ii) (pt.iii) (pt.iv) (pt.v) (pt.vi) (pt.vii) (pt.viii)

"I demand a do over," you said as you sat directly opposite Tara in the little café.

"It's not my fault you got caught," she said without looking up from her textbook. "I agreed to one movie, nothing more."

"Okay, then no movie," you said.  "Go on a date with me."

"And they say romance is dead."

"Please go on a date with me," you corrected.

Tara sighed and looked up at you with bored, beautiful eyes. It wasn’t like you could blame her; you had been annoying her since you had been unceremoniously kicked out of the apartment by Sam. But the least she could do was humour you. It wasn’t your fault Sam had come home early and cockblocked you both.

You leaned forward on the table. “One date,” you said softly.

Tara leaned forward too until you could feel her breath on your lips. “You said that about the movie,” she replied just as softly before leaning back once again.

“Why won’t you go on a date with me?” You asked with a huff.

And just like that, Tara got silent. Not the “I’m ignoring you” type of silence she usually had around you, but a genuine silence. One that you weren’t entirely sure how to deal with. Your family was rather loud and rambunctious, and that was on purpose, so whenever someone was silent you were at a loss. Did you crack a joke? Ask what was wrong? Change the subject?

The longer the silence went on, the more your palms started to sweat. Through all the teasing and bickering between you both, did Tara genuinely not enjoy being around you? Sure, she played it off and still kept you around, but was it just because she was being polite? Did she share the same sentiments as her sister?

“I was just kidding,” you finally said with a humourless chuckle as you leaned back in the booth and picked up your coffee. “You don’t actually have to-”

“-I’ll go.”

“What?” You asked, nearly choking on your coffee.

Tara looked up at you. “I’ll go on a date with you.”

“Seriously?” You asked.

“Don’t make me say it again,” she said with a huff and the smallest crinkle at the corner of her eyes.

“You’re agreeing because you want to go, right?” You asked, your eyes still glued to her face even though she wasn’t sparing you a second glance. “Not because you-”

“-oh my god, do you want me to go or not?”

“Yes I do,” you said as quickly as you could manage.

“Good,” Tara said with an exasperated nod of her head before she started packing up her things. “We can go after our media class tomorrow.”

“Wait but I don’t-”

“-this is your one chance,” she said with a pointed look and a move toward the front door. “Don’t blow it.”

“Tara!”

“See you in class!”

And just like that, she was gone and you were stuck at the table with a cup of coffee you didn’t even want and your stomach twisted into knots. This whole situation was your fault, of course, but you would never admit it. Your determination ramped up instantly. You were going to make this the best first date. It was going to be so perfect that even Tara fucking Carpenter would have to admit it.

“Do you try to sound as stupid as possible?” Tara asked when you held the classroom door open for her to leave.

“You’re just mad because I refuted your theory about one of my favourite movies,” you argued back before stepping in line beside her.

It had been a good class and, though you wouldn’t admit it aloud, you had done your best to rile Tara up. You couldn’t help it, she just got so passionate and then she would wave her hands and her facial expressions gave her away. Everything about it was adorable, and you didn’t care if you had to sound like an idiot to make it happen.

Although you weren’t an idiot and you were right about your theory.

“You need to improve your movie tastes,” Tara said once you were both walking down the steps of the Liberal Arts building and out into the quad. It was a beautiful day.

“My movie taste is flawless, thank you very much,” you said. Her knuckles brushed against your thigh, sending a jolt across your skin. “You’re just an elitist snob when it comes to media.”

“Elitist snob, huh?” She asked with a nonchalant nod of her head. “That’s really how you want to start this date?”

Shit.

“So where to, your highness?” You asked, completely ignoring her question and keeping your head up. She could humiliate you, but you were at least going to try and keep your dignity intact.

“You’re the one who wanted the date,” Tara said; her knuckles brushed against your hand this time. You suspected she was doing it on purpose. “You lead the way.”

Fuck. She was insufferable. God you were obsessed with her.

Wait.

“Come on,” you said with a giddy smile as you reached out and grabbed her left hand. She flinched but quickly settled. “I know a place.”

“Sounds like something a creep would say,” she mumbled, but still let you pull her along with you. 

“You’re the one who entrusted me with the date,” you said as you started dodging between people and cars that honked at you both even though they were still in park. “So shut up and come on.”

“If you get us killed and prove Sam right, I’m never going to forgive you,” she said but still followed suit.

“Sam thinks I’ll get us killed?” You asked when you slowed down, finally only a block or so away from your final destination.

“Yes she does,” Tara said with pursed lips and a nod. “Even called you a liability.”

“Well now that’s just rude,” you grumbled, but otherwise kept silent.

You pushed open the door to the abandoned building and pulled Tara until she walked in. With only a glance outside, you let the door click shut behind you. Your hand placed itself on the small of her back until you could lead her further into the building, quickly making your way to the empty arena.

“What is this place?” Tara asked as she stepped away from your touch to look around.

“Some sort of indoor sports arena, I think,” you called out on your way to the wall where you kept a projector screen. “Don’t know for sure, but it’s been abandoned for ages.”

“You brought a Woodsboro survivor to an abandoned building?” Tara asked. You froze. “Maybe Sam was right.”

“I… did not think that through,” you said as you turned to look at her. “We can go if you want.”

“It’s okay,” Tara said before walking closer, stopping when she was directly in front of you. “It’s a thing of the past.”

Was it though? As much as Sam hated you, you knew she meant well. She was traumatised, understandably, by her sister getting attacked three times and having to kill hers and her sister’s partners. That was enough to make anyone paranoid, and even with Sam going to therapy, it was evident that it still haunted her.

You weren’t so sure it didn’t still haunt Tara too.

“I’ve got stuff in my bag,” you said with a gesture toward the small duffle you had left on the floor. “I’ll set up the movie if you set everything else up.”

“Deal,” she said with a small smile that had your stomach doing somersaults.

It only took a few minutes to finish getting everything set up. For the first time, you were genuinely thankful to your dad for getting you the small portable projector. Sure you had used it before, but now you were going to use it to hopefully make it the best date ever. Failure was not an option.

“Pick a movie,” you said when you sat back down beside Tara and handed over your phone. “I won’t change it this time.”

“That a promise?” She asked, but took your phone nonetheless and started scrolling through.

She barely even looked through the plethora of movies on your phone before picking one and starting it. You raised your brow at her when you heard the beginning notes of Titanic playing, but kept quiet. If she wanted to put on a cheesy romance movie then you weren’t going to judge.

Tara quickly laid back on the blankets and pillows she had gotten out of your duffle bag, and you followed suit almost immediately after she was settled. The small space between you both vanished after only a few moments when Tara rolled onto her side and rested her head on your chest. Your breath caught in your throat before you exhaled and got comfortable.

“You picked a cheesy movie,” you said eventually as the movie continued to play.

“I figured you would like the score,” she said without looking at you. Her hand was now resting underneath the hem of your shirt while her fingers scratched your hip. “Since you’re a nerd for that kind of thing.”

“Uh huh,” you said; your own hand was rubbing small circles on her back. “I think you just wanted an excuse to watch a romantic movie.”

“Oh please,” she huffed. “Romance? With you around? You wish.”

“I most certainly do not,” you retorted quickly. “If I wanted romance I would find someone else.”

“You don’t think I’m romantic?” Tara said, finally sitting up just enough to turn her head and look at you. Her hand still stayed pressed to the stretch of exposed skin on your hip.

“No I don’t,” you said, your eyes stuck on hers. She was staring into your very soul and you didn’t want her to stop. “I think you’re a brat who knows how to get what she wants.”

“And what do you think I want?” She asked, now resting her chin on your chest, right over your heart that you knew she could feel racing.

She was teasing you, you knew that much. It was in the well-concealed smile on her lips and the way her eyes stayed locked with yours. Her question gave you pause and you knew you couldn’t answer. Tara had a habit of leading you on and then pushing you away once you were close enough for something to actually happen. If you hadn’t both been drunk at the frat party all those weeks ago, nothing would have ever happened.

“I don’t know,” you said softly, quietly.

Her smile grew slightly as she moved, pushing herself up until she was straddling your waist and looking down at you. The movie continued in the background but you didn’t care. All you could focus on was the feel of her small hands splayed across your chest and your hands on her hips as she leaned so close you were breathing the same air.

“Sam can’t interrupt this time,” Tara spoke slowly, her lips barely brushing against your own. “Does anyone else know where this place is?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words got caught in your throat when you felt the slightest roll of her hips. It was small, barely noticeable, but you certainly felt it. Had she done it on purpose? She probably had, Tara was cunning. With a singular huff, you closed your mouth and shook your head in the negative.

“Then I know what I want,” she said, and you didn’t have to guess what she meant before she pressed her lips to yours.

You felt more than heard her exhale softly through her nose, the warm air brushing against your cheek. Her lips were soft and tasted of strawberry cheesecake; a chapstick Mindy had admitted to giving her after your first movie night. Her fingers curled in against your chest, and her nails left the most delicious sting.

Both of your hands slid under her shirt, resting on the warm skin of her waist. Your thumb accidentally brushed against one of her scars, leaving her to shiver above you only for a moment before she leaned further into you, her kiss now feverish. You tried it again, brushing your thumb over the scar with a gentleness you usually kept reserved. In return, her nails dug deeper into your chest and she lightly bit your bottom lip until you let out a small groan.

She leaned in to kiss you again as her hands left your chest. With the warmth gone, you wanted to pull them back until she grabbed your own hands. Your breath caught in your throat again as she guided your hands up her sides, pushing her shirt up until you could feel the lace of her bra. She let go of your hands before grabbing her shirt and pulling it over her own head, tossing it onto the blanket beside you.

You wanted her to sit up so you could look at her, admire every inch of skin currently exposed to you. The frat party had been so crazy, and you had both been so drunk, you hadn’t been able to even look at her. Then Sam had interrupted before you had gotten the chance. Now was the perfect time. 

You tried to pull back, pushing her softly with your hands so you could see, but her hands quickly flew to your cheeks to hold you still. Her lips found yours again and refused to let you go. As much as you loved kissing her and feeling her hands on your skin, you just wanted to get the chance to see her every curve and freckle and scar.

“Let me see you,” you mumbled against her lips, but she was already shaking her head before you could finish.

“Just kiss me,” she said; she didn’t give you much of a choice before leaning in once again.

When her hands held your face a little tighter, you knew she wasn’t going to give in. And as much as you wanted to admire her, you would let her make the choices this time. Besides, there were other ways you could admire her. Your hands went around her back to find the clasp of her bra, and even though you were no professional, it only took you a little bit of fumbling before the straps fell down her shoulders.

Tara removed the useless bra as quickly as she had her shirt, and even though you tried to look at her for even a second, her hands found your face once again. It would have been comical how much she didn’t want you to see her if you hadn’t been so distracted with her soft skin against your fingertips.

With feather light touches, you dragged your fingers across her skin until you could brush your knuckles against the side of her breasts. She exhaled through her nose again, but you didn’t move. If she wouldn’t pull away long enough for you to look at her, then you weren’t going to make a move without her say so. You just wondered how long it would take her before she-

-a door slammed shut.

You sat up quickly, nearly knocking Tara off your lap in the process. With wide eyes, you looked around the empty room, scanning for the source of the noise. It had sounded like the outside door, but that didn’t make any sense. In all your years of visiting the abandoned building, no one had ever come in.

Titanic continued to play in the background.

“Should we-”

-you cut Tara off with a finger pressed to her lips. You did your best to tune out the movie, listening intently in the direction of the only open door of the building. Focus. It almost sounded like…

“Come on,” you whispered as you grabbed Tara’s hand and pulled her after you. You were still vaguely aware of the fact that she was topless, but as the footsteps came closer, you didn’t care. You could fix that after you pulled her into a closet with you.

The door clicked closed behind your back as you pushed Tara further into the empty equipment closet. You pulled your shirt over your head and handed it to her quickly before pressing your ear to the door, listening for any other sounds of an intruder. Once she had put your shirt on, you felt her body pressed up against yours, listening just as intently.

Through the door, you couldn’t hear footsteps, but you did hear the movie stop suddenly. Tara’s body shook slightly against yours, and you looked down to see the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Her eyes were wide and she was holding her stomach. Where she got stabbed, your brain pieced together.

You continued to listen far after all sounds had vanished from the empty room. No footsteps, no movie, nothing moving around, nothing. Part of you was telling you to stay in the closet; there was no need for anyone to get killed. But you couldn’t stay in there forever…

“What are you doing?” Tara hissed when you grabbed the doorknob.

“I’m gonna make sure they’re gone,” you whispered back.

“Are you stupid?” She asked. “You’re gonna get yourself killed.”

“I grew up in the closet, Tara, I’m not gonna die in one too,” you shot back.

“Please don’t go out there,” she said softly as she reached out to grab your arm. “I don’t want you to go out there.”

The quiver of her bottom lip was enough to break your heart. Try as she might, you knew Tara was still scarred from Woodsboro, both physically and mentally. And you understood, you did, but someone had to be brave for the both of you. There was no way in hell you were going to make her go check for a murderer.

“I’ll be right back,” you said before leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. “Promise.”

You didn’t give her time to argue with you before easing the door open slowly, closing it just as quietly once you were on the other side. Even just the few seconds with your back to the room was enough to have your pulse rushing so fast you were dizzy. But when you turned around, the room was as empty as you had left it.

Each potential hiding spot you knew of was empty. Not the other closets, or the hallway, or behind the bleachers pushed up against the wall. There was no one there, and that both made you feel better and more terrified. But with no one around, you needed to hurry and get Tara and get the hell out of there.

“It’s me,” you said through the door before Tara opened it quickly, throwing her arms around your neck and pressing herself into you.

“Let’s just get out of here,” she said quickly, and you only nodded in agreement before you went over to the pallet and started packing everything up.

It only took a few moments, but Tara was on edge the entire time. She tried to act like she was fine, but you could see the shake of her hands and the glazed over look in her eyes. She wasn’t fine by any means, and that was more than okay, but guilt started to crawl its way up your throat. She kept your shirt on, and you weren’t going to bring it up. Lucky for you, you always kept a jacket in your bag, and you quickly threw it on.

“I’m sorry,” you said once you finally dragged Tara out of the building and back onto the streets. Thankfully the sun was still out, or you swore she would have had a panic attack. “No one has ever come by before.”

“It’s fine,” she said quickly.

“Can I walk you home?” You asked.

She didn’t say anything, but grabbed your hand and held it tight. You took that as a yes and started making your way down the streets of New York, knowing how to get to her apartment by heart. It was a silent trip, but quick, and before you knew it you were standing on the stoop of her apartment building.

“I’m sorry again,” you repeated. “Guess I blew my chance, huh?”

“You didn’t blow it,” Tara said with a quiet sigh. “How about a do over?”

“Seriously?” You asked incredulously.

“Yeah.” She smiled softly. “But no more abandoned buildings.”

“Deal,” you said with your own smile and a light chuckle. “I don’t even think I’m going back for my projector.”

“Get going before Sam sees you,” Tara said as she pushed lightly against your stomach. “I don’t think I can handle her scolding.”

“Yes ma’am,” you said while stepping backwards. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“If you’re lucky,” she said before turning around and walking into her apartment building without a second glance.

With a small smile to yourself, you turned around and started the long trek back to your own apartment. You would need to come up with something not quite so risky for the next date. There were only so many do overs she would grant you, and if you got cockblocked one more time, you were going to combust. 

But third time’s the charm, right?

#tara carpenter x reader #tara x reader #tara carpenter #jenna ortega x reader

[stealingpotatoes]

OC challenge pt.VI: spirit animal

Look I’m just gonna say it: it’s a fursona. They can’t have spirit animals.

#cat #cygnet #swan #oc #original character #a pack of cards #jace #aurelia darchell #hope everyone is having a good day! #my doods

[talatomaz]

legends of yesterday | team flash x fem!reader | part viii

a/n: i had the biggest writer’s block with this episode which is why it’s not as detailed as the others. this takes place around season 2 episode 8 and this story is mostly canon with a few things changed

warnings: mentions of blood

word count: 1.6k

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(Read Healed Scars before reading the rest of this story since it actually fits in so well with the end of part 7)

You jumped out of the SUV alongside Caitlin and Laurel and grabbed your bags from the trunk.

“Remind me what was wrong with S.T.A.R Labs again?” You asked, slamming the trunk door closed.

“Well, I mean, absolutely nothing, if you forget about the revolving door you guys installed so the bad guys could come and go as they please.”

Oliver said, mocking your lack of security which you were about to protest against but Caitlin beat you to it.

“Remind me again what happened to your old lair? Or the one before that?” Caitlin said sarcastically, making you and Laurel smirk.

“Well, lair number one was compromised by the police, and I will stop helping.” Felicity added when she saw all of you looking at her.

You all walked into the old farmhouse when Barry and Cisco entered with the equipment and the latter began complaining about the lack of data and service.

After discussing what Oliver so aptly named Savage’s ‘magic stick thing’, you all decided to divide and conquer.

Felicity, Cisco and Caitlin were going to work on a gauntlet that would allow you to touch the staff.

Diggle said he’d check if ARGUS had any information on Savage whilst you, Laurel and Thea checked police records to try and get a location on Savage.

“Is this even gonna work?”

Thea asked as the three of you walked into the relatively empty police station.

“Yeah, of course. I’m a detective and Laurel’s an ADA, so us working together on a case is plausible.”

“No, I meant all of our plans. Savage is some supposed time-travelling dude who’s been around for thousands of years and he now has even more magic. How are we gonna beat him?”

Thea worried but Laurel reassured her.

“We will, Speedy. We’re all working together on this so he doesn’t stand a chance.”

You all approached the desk, “Hi, I’m Detective Davis, this is ADA Lance and Miss Queen, we were wondering if we could have a look at some files.”

“Can I take your badge number, please, Detective Davis?”

“Of course.”

You rattled off your badge number and once she confirmed your identity, she allowed the three of you access to their file room.

Every file from the 1990s had since been digitalised so it meant that you, Laurel and Thea had to do some grunt work and search through a whole lot of paper files and it was a few hours into that that you found your first solid lead.

“Guys, I think I found something,”

Thea shouted from the other side of the room so you and Laurel joined her.

“It says that there was some sort of conspiracy group who were really interested in a guy who matches Savage’s description.” Thea explained as she showed you the file.

You leaned over her shoulder and read the rest, “Wait, it says here that there’s another file. Give me a minute.”

You said, climbing the ladder and using your powers to rummage through the dusty boxes.

“Got it,” you said, jumping down from the top rung of the ladder.

You blew the dust off the folder, “Shit, this talks about the Pentagon.”

“We gotta call John.”

Laurel said, putting the file in her bag whilst you and Thea put the boxes of files away.

After leaving the station, the three of you got back in the car and were on your way to meet John and Lyla outside of ARGUS HQ and you were a bit nervous to be honest.

“You good, y/n?” Laurel asked, as she drove.

“Yeah, just haven’t been this close to ARGUS since…”

You trailed off but both Thea and Laurel understood.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You can always stay in the car while we talk to Dig-”

Thea suggested but you shook your head.

“I’ll be fine. It just brings up some sore memories but I’m sure I’ll be okay. Thanks for asking though, Thea.”

“Seriously though, y/n, we’re here for you if you need it.”

Laurel said, placing a comforting hand on your arm.

***

“What do you guys have?”

Felicity asked when you, Laurel, John and Thea walked into the farmhouse. Laurel handed the tape to Felicity.

“Beta Max. Aww, what, did you guys get this off of eBay?” She said sarcastically.

“Lyla hooked us up.”

You had finally met Lyla and after an in-depth conversation with the former, your thoughts about ARGUS were confirmed.

There definitely were people who wouldn’t agree with what ARGUS would become like in the future.

Lyla being one of them.

“The tape came from a conspiracy theory group that's interested in Savage.” Laurel explained.

“Pentagon had a file on Savage back in '86, but it's all been heavily redacted.” You continued as Felicity managed to get the tape playing.

You all watched as a Dr. Boardman theorised that Savage was an immortal who, if not stopped, could destroy the world.

He then went on to propose that the only thing that might stop him is an object, any object which was present at the ‘calamity’ that gave Savage his immortality.

When Oliver and Barry arrived a little while later, you filled them in on the tape and what you had found and Oliver began to devise a plan.

“We're going to put Kendra and Carter up against Savage; you guys attack with the element of surprise. Y/n and I will lay down the cover fire. Barry, you speed in, and-”

“Snatch the staff, I got it.” Barry finished as Oliver nodded in agreement.

“Where do you need us?” Diggle asked but Oliver shook his head,

“This is me, Barry, y/n, Kendra and Carter.”

Thea tried to protest but Oliver remained adamant and told you all to suit up.

***

“It’s wonderful to see you again, my love.”

The five of you were now standing face-to-face with Vandal Savage in some abandoned warehouse.

“I will never be your love.” Kendra spat out.

“I know. This always makes this easier.” Savage replied as he took a knife out of his holster.

He walked threateningly closer towards Kendra, “Chay-Ara. Parting is such sweet sorrow.”

He raised the knife to stab her but before he could, Oliver grabbed his arm and stopped him, causing a full blown-out fight between all of you and Savage.

You used powers to try and draw the Staff of Horus to you but Savage used it to blast you and Barry to the ground.

Oliver was able to disarm Savage but Kendra was unable to “grow her wings” as it were.

And whilst you were able to quickly recover, Barry still seemed affected by the blast.

You saw Savage get the upper hand on Oliver so you used your powers to pull Oliver towards you and away from Savage’s assault but Savage then threw two knives into Carter, shocking you all.

Then he threw one towards you that got lodged in your arm and you winced in pain, blood coating your hands.

Before you fell unconscious from the loss of blood, you saw Savage murder Kendra and Barry fail to try and use the Staff of Horus to attack Savage.

You blacked out as the energy from the Staff created an explosion.

***

“Seriously though, y/n, we’re here for you if you need it.” Laurel said, placing a comforting hand on your arm.

“Thanks, Laurel.”

You paused and furrowed your brows.

Woah, major deja vu.

“Y/n? What’s up?”

“Nothing. I just had the biggest feeling of deja vu.” You shook your head, almost trying to physically get rid of your thoughts.

After meeting with Lyla, you all went back to the farmhouse and played the tape and when Barry and Oliver returned, you explained the situation to them.

You paused again when you finished explaining the tape to them, “What is with this deja vu?”

You murmured to yourself but when you looked up, you caught a knowing glance between Oliver and Barry.

Your eyes widened with realisation.

Oh, Barry, you didn’t.

“Barry, can I speak with you for a moment?”

You both went into the other room where you confronted him and he confessed to travelling back in time.

“He killed Kendra and Carter. You were unconscious from blood loss and then you and Oliver both died in the explosion. I couldn’t just let that happen.”

Barry whispered harshly, trying to make sure no one else could hear the two of you.

“Fine. So what do we do differently?” You conceded.

You were all suited up and ready to fight Vandal Savage at the abandoned warehouse where you had previously died.

At the moment, it was just you, Barry, Oliver, Kendra and Carter but after the latter grew their wings, the rest of Team Arrow joined you in fighting Savage.

You, Laurel and Kendra kept Savage’s attention on you three whilst Barry and Oliver worked the Staff and were able to effectively turn Savage into a pile of dust.

After defeating Savage, you all breathed a sigh of relief and Kendra revealed that she and Carter were going to move on with their lives, away from Central City.

She expressed her thanks to you all and said goodbye before leaving to do the same with Cisco.

When you and the rest of Team Flash said your goodbyes to Team Arrow and returned to S.T.A.R Labs, you pulled Barry to the side.

“Do we tell them?”

He shook his head,

“No, let’s just keep this between us.”

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#the flash #caitlin snow #cisco ramon #iris west #barry allen #joe west #harry wells #the flash x reader #caitlin snow x reader #cisco ramon x reader #barry allen x reader #barry allen x you #westallen #arrow #felicity smoak #laurel lance #thea queen #oliver queen #felicity smoak x reader #laurel lance x reader #oliver queen x reader #olicity #arrow x reader #arrow x the flash #legends of tomorrow #supergirl #dctvedit #c: the flash #c: fresh start #s: mine

[papuhater]

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃 pt.i

𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘦

pt.ii pt.iii pt.iv pt.v pt.vi pt.vii

a/n: hahaha riddler being obbsessive over bruce wayne's lover is brain food and i like writing dark fics, this is rushed cause ye.

pairing: bruce wayne x gn!reader, edward nygma x gn!reader

warnings: BIG yandere riddler moment rn, obsession, stalking, inspired on the song; new magic wand by tyler, the creator, not healthy relationships, guiltrip on edward's part, healthy relationship on bruce's side.

summary: riddler wants bruce wayne out of y/n's frame so he can be in their's, he misses them from the orphanage.

he had always hated how bruce wayne got everything he wanted, he got money and a house, he had a fucking mansion, edward had nothing, bruce wayne had everything he had ever wanted

he even had you.

edward loved you, he wasn't sure bruce wayne did.

bruce wayne didn't went through what you and edward went together,

bruce wayne didn't share a blanket with you on the cold nights of the orphanage,

but due to the antics of destiny, you and bruce wayne met, in your flower store and fell in love, after some time of dating he asked you to marry him.

he hated bruce wayne.

edward couldn't know how you two were together, you two were from different worlds; bruce wayne was a dark, corrupt, rich person.

you were purity made human, your kind eyes would welcome anyone, your hands could hold any heart and treat it like gold.

he wanted him out of your life, he was ruining you and your purity.

his fingers tapped against the keys, making a quick clicking noise, he was making a plan to finish bruce wayne with his followers, he was going to give him the most gruesome death ever possible.

a knock on the door pulled him out of his mind knots, edawrd stood up and walked over to the door, and when he opened it he met an angel,

in the orphanage, they always told him that angels would only exist in the heavens from above, they would sing for the chapels across the world with the most marvelous voice.

when he heard you sing in the choir, he knew you were an angel. when you would stay and make sure that all of the babies would survive the harsh winter. and you still did! you visit the orphanage, that damned building that never deserved having you, on a daily basis.

you would do even more than any politician in gotham, and he loved you because of your caring nature.

"hey ed, how are you feeling today?"

oh

your voice

he could listen to it in an endless loop, his heart soars every time you speak or even breathe near him, it was a perfect balance, a harmonious melody played through vocal cords for this rotten world, if he could just lock you away from everyone, and keep you like his little songbird,

that thought sent shivers down his spine.

"nothing much, just stressful work." he compulsively scratched the back of his neck "how about you?"

"good news, i actually am moving to bruce's house!" ...no

"what?"

"yeah, i'll stop being you roommate after years." no.

he knew you thought about him as your best friend, but he hoped that deep down, you didn't see him as only a friend, he hoped that you wanted him instead of bruce wayne.

"oh.." he morphed his shock into a sorrow, he knew you couldn't stand watching him be sad.

"what's wrong ed?"

"nothing just...i don't really like him."

"who?"

"bruce wayne." he scoffed as if that name carried the bitterest of the taste. he heard you sigh loudly, and then turned to look at him

"edward, you know i lo-"

"i know, ok?! it's just that he doesn't deserve someone like you, y/n! he's fucking trash-" he snapped

"that's for me to choose, edward!" you snapped back at him "if i want to date fucking trash, you just have to let me."

“but I don’t want you to date fucking trash!”

“edward, i’m a grown person, you are not my guardian, so you can not choose who i date or I don’t" you started massaging your temple "ed you are acting like a child, please just let me pick my things."

"but y/n-"

"no buts, edward." he was lightly pushed to a side, while they passed, he froze staring at the wall. you had packed some days ago, you had known this for a long time but you didn't tell him. what will happen in the future? will you lie about anything?

bruce wayne could ruin a lot of things,

but your friendship wasn't one of them, it was sacred.

"but y/n, you can't leave me alone!" he whined from the frame of your door.

"edward you are a grown man, i won't leave you alone" you turned around to face him "i'll continue to work at the flower store near the diner, don't worry, i'll see you in your work breaks."

but he wanted to say you every night, he would wait for you to fall asleep, and he would just watch you breathe every night, you looked ethereal; it wouldn't matter if your hair was a bird's nest when you woke up

you would still be his angel, but now

he wasn't very sure.

he huffed loudly, your eyebrow raised at him when you heard, with a carrion in hand you passed at his side.

"y/n you can't be serious."

"i am, ed, you can take care of yourself, goodbye, i'll call you later."

"bye, y/n, take care."

and just like that, you walked out of the door, after giving him a small side hug. his mask of easygoing and teasing slowly fell as his face morphed into the real disgusted one, you were so innocent....

you were going to see the real world,

even if it meant killing the man you supposedly love.

┊┊┊┊☆┊*🌙*┊☆┊┊┊┊

"honey!"

"darling.." bruce opened his arms and engulfed you in a hug, slitghly raising you, he took a whiff of your scent, and you smelled like home.

"are you ready to go?" he let go of you, and slightly smiled

"yes, i got all of my clothes." you signaled the carrion, he grabbed it and handed it to alfred.

"then let's go, darling." he opened the car's door and got in with you

"i'm excited bruce, i can't wait to see you everyday when i wake up." you smiled over at him and he swore his heart swooned.

his hand rested over yours, giving it a light squeeze and silence was enough for both of you, it screamed everything he wanted to say, but he couldn't find the way.

actions spoke even more than a million words could.

┊┊┊┊☆┊*🌙*┊☆┊┊┊┊

edward knew that actions spoke more than millions of words, so he was doing an action that would speak of his love and his devotion to you.

he announced to his followers that his next target was no one else than....

bruce wayne.

a/n: i wrote this while listening to this: https://youtu.be/CNrPALxuhYY

miranda! best band.

#riddler x reader #batman 2022 #the batman 2022 #batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #edward nygma x reader #edward nashton #paul dano x reader #paul dano riddler #batman

[kat-hawke]

Desuetude

(Following [Opprobrium])

The carriage continued to race through the inverted Gilnean city streets as the world beyond the windows continued to bend and fold within itself. The non-euclidean landscape shifting every minute as buildings seamlessly tore apart and melded together, cobblestone streets an ever-changing labyrinth. No matter how many abrupt turns the carriage took, there seemed to always be part of the city above and below them. 

Watching from the small window, she let the sound of hooves upon cobblestone fill the silence. Knowing the mustached man’s gaze never left as his fingers slowly drummed upon the top of his cane in the opposite seat. The longer it dragged on, the deeper the chill in her spine seemed to stretch, a void where her heart once seemed to beat.

The pain of what transpired in the Cathedral was still fresh, yet she broke the silence.

“I expected death to be more simple than this.” Kat’s voice hoarse from the earlier screams, a syllable in the middle breaking as she swallowed down the last sob and wiped a finger beneath an eye.

“You, of all people, Miss Hawke, should know that nothing is so simple.” The other passenger spoke plainly, his head lifting slightly as he did so. “You are rather hard to kill after all, and you have so much to answer for.”

Kat’s nose wrinkled at that, biting her tongue as she shook her head, attention turning from the window to the man. “And when the clock reaches the end of its backward count?”

He simply gave her a knowing look with the faintest hint of a smirk on the corner of his lips. She already knew the answer.

“Good.” She huffed, defeated. “I’m done with whatever twisted game this is. We’ll just sit here and ride the rest of the time out.”

“Oh, that’s not how this works, Miss Hawke. You should know better.”

Before Kat could retort, his cane slammed into the carriage floor, the vehicle turning sharply and turning over. Ejected again from the seat, she flew through the open door, defiantly grabbing hold of the iron handle. Swinging her weight upward, she found the brief moment of victory to be in vain, as her boots found cobblestone instead of the wooden floorboards. The carriage vanished from sight, folding away in waves of tiny tetrahedrons as the Gilnean marketplace appeared instead.

“Fuck!” She cursed beneath her breath, looking skyward to find the adjacent part of the city still looming overhead instead of the moonlit sky.

Exasperated, she let out a breath, fingers pulling through the tousled raven hair. Eyes scanning the now stilled streets of Gilneas, contemplating what pain this place would soon bring her.

A subtle dripping echoed in her ears, and her stomach dropped. Freezing for a moment and swallowing hard before casting her gaze in the direction of the sound. A small puddle of blood was pooling within the indentation of the stones, and as much as she wanted to refuse, her eyes still peeled upward to the source.

Knees buckled, and her throat went dry as she stared up upon the bodies of her agents, operatives, and informants. Vynette, Sarida, Quinn, and all the others, even Riley. Each impaled upon the streetlamps, stretching from one end of the market to the other. One hand clenched upon her chest, the thundering of a heartbeat lacking in her ears as she examined the horror and questioned what this was to be.

“Even the ones you cared about, you neglected. Used only when needed, cast aside when not. Empty promises and high hopes are all you were ever good for.” A spiteful voice called from behind her.

Pivoting on one leg, Kat spun around, instinctively reaching for weapons but found none. Her eyes narrowed in search of the familiar voice, its source stepping out from behind a closed market stall.

Tristana, the youngest of her agents, whom she made promise after promise to and never delivered.

“So self-absorbed, you’d say whatever you could just to keep people on your side.” The blonde spat out, motioning a hand to the corpses above. “You told me lie after lie, and I wasn’t the first nor the last. I gave you countless chances, and still, you fell short of your word.”

“That’s not fair, you were brash and reaching for power without hesitation.” Kat stood her ground, eyeing the armor the young agent wore, the very set from the siege of Lordaeron.

“And yet you dangled the promises of teachings in front of my face like a carrot on a stick! Let me have a taste and then turned your back on me. Again.”

“I wanted to protect you!”

“No! You were scared of me.” Tristana stuck a finger in Kat’s direction. “You were afraid I would surpass you, find someone else more willing and less guarded to show me. Afraid that I could have grown beyond you and take your power for myself.”

Kat recoiled as the girl struck an accurate nerve. “You were being reckless, ran off once. How was I supposed to tr—”

“Don’t even talk about trust!” Tristana snapped back, cutting Kat off. “I had every reason not to trust you, every reason to walk away, every reason to betray you. Yet you want to stand there like our conversation at the docks never happened? Like I never followed you to Lordaeron, where you nearly got me killed. Where I threw myself in the open to draw the attention away from you?”

A sudden gust of wind ripped through the marketplace as the earth trembled faintly. The gale carrying the words ‘not stable’ in a piercing whisper.

With a sudden loss of words, Kat just shook her head as the young agent scoffed.

“How long until they figure it out? Probably too late, if I had to guess.” Tristana pointed again to the bodies above, specifically to Quinn. “She’s going to trust your empty promises. She might even look up to you to learn from you. And then you’re going to let her down, neglect her, let her sit on the hook for months to a year with just scraps of pity attention. Then when she wises up to it, you’ll make it out like she misunderstands.”

“That’s not what I want. Not what I wanted...” Kat whispered, eyes pleading through the pain.

“But it’s what you do, and what you did. Eventually, they will figure it out, all of them will. That you’re nothing more than a manipulative, self-absorbed, bitch.”

Again the earth shook, violently this time, sending Kat to the ground and bouncing off the cobblestones. Quick to roll over and prop herself up on her knees, she found that Tristana was gone, as were the impaled bodies. Another roaring wind that carried words, ‘crashing again,’ tore through the open market. Banners and flags ripping from their poles and whipping away towards the horizon.

Beneath her, the street began to shift, curling upward as the marketplace started to invert. Desperately she grasped at the cobblestones and streetlamps, searching for a handhold to prevent the inevitable fall. The wrought iron post snapped off in her fingers and sent her tumbling towards a vacant market stall. Crashing into the boards just as it felt as if the air had been sucked from her lungs, and dropped once again within the speeding carriage.

“A lot to unpack with that one, Miss Hawke?” Amusement practically danced on the mustached man’s tone.

“Fuck you, Charles.” Kat managed to get out between gasps for air.

“The young girl isn’t wrong, of course. I can almost relate, except you didn’t slit her throat as you did mine once you were finished with her.”

“You were working against me.” Kat snarled in response.

“No. You just made yourself believe that to make the decision easier. You hold regret with her, but not for me.” He straightforwardly stated.

Hanging her head, Kat put elbows upon knees, fingers weaving at the nap of her neck. The Catherdral bell tolling one o’clock now. Defeated, tired, and helpless, she sat in silence as the carriage continued its course. Tears falling to the floorboards, each one welling beneath the eyes in searing pain. The familiarity of her heartbeat was suddenly missed.

She prayed for this purgatory to end.

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( [Chapter I] [Chapter II] [Chapter III] ) ( [pt.I] [pt.II] [pt.III] [pt.IV] [pt.V] )

#ic #plotlines #Isolation #pt.VI

[saturnsstufff]

The Empress Pt.VI

I hope you all have a lovely day🖤🖤

Warnings: light hint to sexual innuendo, Swearing

   Its been about a couple of months now since we found Tommy. The palace was up in a baby craze due to the new little prince they inherited. Once we got past the first couple week's of tommy living with us, we saw his true nature. He was a nice and sweet kid, don't get me wrong. But oh, he was also a trouble maker.

   Tommy would often bounce between hanging around Wilbur, Techno, Phil and even you. When you would be working at the forge Tommy would sometimes just slip in unannounced and make himself comfortable on a spare stack of metal. You'd only really notice him when he would ask you what something was, or what it did.

   That was the new update as well. After returning Techno had requested that you practice making earrings. Saying that he wanted to see how dainty you could work. Of course you didn't mind, back at your village you would often make rings, pendants, and sometimes earrings for those who asked. So making him a earring was no fuss at all. 

   Techno did start to wonder around to the forge often. usually seeing what you were making or what you were in the process of. Sometimes he would even make off hand comments to make you laugh. Your favorite visit’s from him were always when he would bring tommy. The two would walk in, Tommy holding Techno’s finger as his hand was a little too big for the young boy to fully grasp.

   Since you were a familiar face around the palace Techno had stopped wearing his Skull. Instead replacing it with his all to familiar golden reading glasses. You still stood by the ideal that you preferred him with no skull. Since he was, to you, very handsome. You did find out later that the skull he wore was for outsiders. He didn't feel the need to show his face to those who wouldn't be present very long in the empire. Choosing instead to leave them with the impression that he was a monster of a man, rather than a young prince with a heart of gold. When you say he had a heart of gold, you meant it.

   Recently techno has really opened up around you, becoming more relaxed in your presence. Phil had mentioned that it would only be a matter of time before he did, and sure enough he was right. If you didn't have anything to do with the forge that day you would sometimes read within his office well he worked. He never made tones of disagreement, or ask that you leave, instead he would just watch you sit before offering a ‘Hello’. It had become something that you often looked forward too.

   You and Wil were still thick as thieves. Techno would rag on Wil about how you two could sit and talk for hours, before declaring that you were bored with each other. Only for you two to part then reconcile in the library a hour later. Techno couldn't understand it, but in the end just accepted it for what it was.

   You had just finished cleaning up the forge for the night when you herd some light pitter patter of feet. Tommy. You slowly turned to face him. He was in his night wear, obviously he had just gotten out of bed. he looked distraught however. “What’s up bud?” you asked, putting the tongs and the spare metal away. He slightly shifted in his spot, his little teddy bear behind him.

   “I had a nightmare” he quietly mumbled. your eyes softened. Ever since you three found him he would have a recurring nightmare about ‘loosing my new family’ as tommy put it. Usually when he had this dream he would seek Techno, or you out for his comfort. Since you two were mostly together when he would look.

   “Want me to read to you?” you asked, kneeling down to his level. His bright blue eyes dancing about. He gave a little nod. he put his arms out for you to carry him. you shyly smiled at him.

   “buddy I'm a bit dirty...” You said softly, unsure if he was ok with getting dirty right before bed. He only shook his head and said ‘I don't mind’ as a response. So you gently took him into your arms as you stood. He didn't hesitate to curl into your neck. you glanced back at the room that held the forge, you mentally shrugged figuring the rest could wait until tomorrow. With Tommy in your arms you wondered out, heading for his room. On the way there Techno crossed path’s with you.

   “Oh (y/n)” he said as he looked from you to tommy. he furrowed his brows, asking what was wrong without physically saying it. You mouthed out that it was a nightmare, Techno slowly nodded understanding. He rested is hand on tommy’s head giving a reassuring rub to it. “Not havin’ such a good night big man?” he asked gently. Tommy turned his head to look at Techno, slowly shaking his head. Techno pondered a moment as he watched tommy. slowly he gained a idea. “You wanna hear somthin’ cool?” he said with a small smile. tommy nodded in response, gripping to your shirt.

   “Can (y/n) come?” Tommy asked quietly, watching Techno's kind eyes. Techno patted Tommy’s head before he nodded.

   “Yeah I mean, I guess she can come. Only if you deem her cool enough that is” Techno mused, glancing to your eyes. you raised a brow in question, watching Techno bite back a playful smile. Tommy nodded again. “You think she’s cool enough?” Techno asked Tommy, having him confirm his nod. “Yeah I think she’s cool enough too” He said, ruffling your hair before he walked off. queuing you to fallow him. You smiled and fixed your hair before fallowing him. Instead of leading you towards Tommy’s room, he lead you two to the Library. “Go sit on the couch over there” Techno said, pointing to the sofa closest to the fire. You nodded and wondered over, curious of what Techno had planned. 

   when you sat, you adjusted tommy so he sat in your lap. he pulled his bear close to his chest, hugging it tightly well the two of you waited for Techno. Luckily he didn't take long. When he returned, he had a Violin in hand. He was casually tuning it well he walked. You tiled your head curiously at him. “I didn't know you played” you said to him. He sent a bemused smile to you. taking a relaxed stance.

   “Trust me Princess... There's a lot you don't know about me” He waisted no time on starting a soft tune. Well Tommy eased into you, slowly becoming entranced with the peaceful notes, you became more interested in how he swayed to the light swing of his arms. His hands ever so delate as he held the bow, dancing it along the strings. working the instrument to cry out a melody ever so sweet. His face was that of concentration, focused on finding the proper notes to lull his younger sibling to sleep. This was just another reason why you found Technoblade so interesting. He could talk politics and war strategies so easily, sounding like a primed veteran well past his years. But then he could retire to the library and look like a young boy falling in love with the craft he just found.

   Well Techno played away, his eyes fell to you. Tommy had fallen asleep in your arms, finding security within them. His teddy bear tightly locked within his own arms. When he glanced up to you he almost had the breath knocked from his lungs. You sat so beautifully. Your eyes were ever so soft well watching him. You looked at him like he was the most important thing you had ever seen. Your face held a little bit of dirt, and ash from the hard work you did for the day, but he didn't mind. He actually preferred it. Too many times had the Court tried to set him up with a prim, and proper woman. One that was elegant, clean, pure, dainty. But He didn't want that. He wanted strong, hands calloused, smudged makeup, sweat dripping, imperfect, but yet somehow at the same time, perfect. He wanted flaw. He wasn't perfect, he had scars, he wasn't the most handsome boy, he was often classified as too bulky, and too tall. He also couldn't be held back with someone who wanted him, to pamper and please. He wanted someone who would treat him as a equal, who praised his knowledge on war instead of shunning it. Someone who embraced the flaws of the world, and turned them into works of art. His eyes wondered back over you, you had moved your head down to check on tommy. Your fingers delicately tracing over Tommy's cheek. Brushing the curls from his face.

   You looked back up to techno as he came to a stop. “That was beautiful... Why didn't you tell me you played?” you asked softly. Being mindful of the toddler asleep in your arms. Techno slowly lowered the Violin to the couch.

   “I didn't think it was that important to bring up” He said, returning the soft tone. Well he sat the instrument down his eyes met yours. You couldn't help but feel drawn to his eyes, they looked like beautiful glass, the fire’s reflection dancing within, making his eyes dance lively. “If you would like to talk more we should take him to bed first” he said, his eyes flickering to Tommy. You nodded slowly.

   “Right, of course.”

   After Techno and you had put Tommy to bed it was well into the night. Most of the servants and palace guards had retired to their beds, making way for the changing of the guards. Techno and you weren't really feeling the effects of sleep yet. Rather the two of you wanted to stay within each others company longer. Techno had walked you you to the garden, having snatched two blankets from the library before wondering out into the cold. Techno, having no where to be ended up taking his hair out from his braid. replacing it with a lower pony tail, giving his hair a moment of freedom from it’s confinement.

   The garden was beautiful. They couldn't grow flowers of course, but there were elegant sculptures that replaced them. in the middle of the whole garden was a artesian well fountain. although long frozen when the two of you passed by you could hear the water running within the ice. It was peaceful to walk with Techno. It was rare when the two of you would make late night walks. Usually you would take them during the day, or after dinner. But nothing past 10 o’clock mostly. 

   “So what’s something else I should know about you?” You inquired to him. He smiled to himself before turning to you. 

   “Are you really going to start school yard type questions with me?” He teased. You smiled and lightly laughed. He was smiling at you, admiring how you looked when you laughed.

   “Yeah, yeah I guess I am. You going to answer them?” You couldn't help but tease back. He chuckled and hummed.

   “Mmn. Maybe” he said bemused.

   “What’s your favorite color?” You asked, now aiming for the most basic questions just to make him laugh in turn. He leaned onto the railing that over looked the kingdom, pondering a moment.

   “Red’s a nice color, Or Plum Purple” He said looking at you. Taking a moment to ask you a question in turn. “Besides the forge what do you like to do?” You sat and thought a moment. 

   “I like to read, Action and Romance are a lot of fun” you mused, earning a laugh from him.

   “Romance eh? Waiting for someone to sweep you off your feet? Lamee” he said jokingly. You laughed and took a swat at his chest. 

    “Oh hush up, I bet you’d like someone to sweep you off your feet Techno” You said, your eyes scanning the horizon. He sat and thought on your words a moment.

   “Eh not particularly. Only lame nerds think of that” He said, turning, heading back for the garden door’s. you scoffed and laughed a bit. 

   “Jerk” you said between laughs. You were going to fallow, but then you had a wicked idea. You scooped up some snow in your hand and bit your lip trying to muffle your laugh. once you had a decent snowball you threw it at him. Bullseye. You had nailed him in the back of the head. He went still, You were a giggling mess now.

   “Oh, your in for it now Princess” He said, smirking has he turned. Running after you, his blanket long discarded as he ran to grab you. You squealed out laughing, running from him, discarding your blanket too. You didn't get far before he hooked his arm around your torso, pulling you into his chest well you flapped about like a fish. “Your gonna’ be pullin’ snow out of your shirt for a week when I'm done with ya’!” he said Laughing. Picking snow up before putting it on your head. Some of it even went down your shirt. You flopped about, laughing the whole time until he dropped you into the snow bank. He laughed at you and how you were practically buried within the snow. This only fueled your fire. you threw two more snowball’s the first one missed, but the second one he grabbed out of mid air. You tried to free yourself from the snow bank before he came over to you, but it was no use. he climbed into the bank and shoved the snow down the back of your shirt. But this time you caught him off guard. You grabbed his arm and pulled. setting him off balance so he fell into the snow. Now it was your turn to laugh. tossing more snow onto him. It didn't take him long to recover of course, he simply rolled and grabbed your arms. Pinning them down to the snow. His body hovered over yours. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body. His face was that of pure joy, the long stoic look gone. he was at his happiest with you right now. He looked down at you, smiles adorning both of your faces. You two were happy. Happy with the moment, you just wanted it to last as long as it could. Well you two looked into each other’s eyes everything else lost meaning.

   Without you two realizing, Phil watched above from one of the windows. He was smiling fondly at the little snowball war you just had. whether Techno had realized it yet or not, Phil did. Techno cared for you. Phil saw how he looked at you. During dinners, Lunches, casual talks, or even when the two of you hung out together. Techno looked at you with pure love and adoration. Phil knew if anyone was capable of wining Techno’s love it was going to be you. You were a hard worker, You cared for Techno’s brothers, got along well with all the servants, were mindful and respective of Techno's space, you also had enough spunk to rise up and toss back the teasing he threw. Phil knew this was the beginning of a love story.

   After your snowball fight with techno the two of you did end up going back inside rather quickly. Well Techno may have not been cold, you were definitely cold after all that. You could feel the snow melting on your back, the drops of water running down your skin. But that didn't stop Techno from walking beside you. The two of you walked side by side, your arms around each other to share the warmth. The lingering giggles were etched onto your faces in wide smiles.

   “I didn't hurt you at all, right?” Techno asked, double checking incase he was too rough. You shook your head smiling. Drawing your side of the blanket- that was wrapped around you both- closer to preserve the upcoming heat.

   “Nah, I coulda’ have taken ya’ if you had stayed above me more” Techno laughed fondly. Amused with your spurt of spunk.

   “Oh really now? You think you could take me?” This was now your turn to giggle. purposefully running into his side, shoving him lightly.

   “Mmn.. I think I could have found a way” You said looking up towards your room. You had offered to walk techno to his room, but he declined. He said he would feel better if ‘The lady was at her room safely’. You didn't mind, you figured next time you would walk him to his room in turn to make it even, maybe fire back with ‘I must make sure the young prince is safe’.

   He chuckled bemused. “If you really have that much spunk maybe I should teach you sword play, or maybe something more military related. you tilted your head up to him curiously. 

   “You would teach me something?” You asked, semi surprised, but also heart warmed that he would take time aside for you.

   “Of course, Princess. I’ll teach you anything you want” He looked down to you as he spoke. He was smiling gently. His tone was fond as he addressed you. “Now don't think I’ll go easy on you though” 

   “Oh, I didn't think you would” You said, resting your hand on the door handle, opening it. “Would you wanna come in and warm up a bit?” You inquired, looking up to him. He went a faint pink before biting back a shit eating grin.

   “Princess... Young men shouldn't be within young ladies chambers during such late hours... Unless, your trying to bed me?” He leaned on your door way. Biting back the largest grin. “Are you trying to bed me, Princess? I knew you had gotten some spunk but I never thought-” You laughed as he teased, going a bit red. trying to wave it off.

   “No- No, you know what I mean-” He laughed and cut you off.

   “Oh no, I know exactly what you mean” You smiled leaning on your door, looking up at him.

   “Are you done?” You asked giggling. He hummed, his face towards yours as he shifted a little closer.

   “Maybe” He said amused. “Go get some sleep, and warm up. I'm going to teach you sword play tomorrow” Your eyes lit up. Taking in a small gasp of excitement.

   “Are you really?” You asked almost unsure that he was still teasing.

   “I mean, Only if that interests you...” He said, his eyes lingering yours. You nodded fast and hugged him without much thought. Techno couldn't help the blood that ran to his face. He lightly cleared his throat as he rested his arms on you. A bit hesitant at first, but he slowly relaxed into your hold. Now understanding why Tommy liked to hug you a lot.

   “Thank you...” You mumbled into his chest.

   You swore if techno knocked you off your feet one more time you were going to find a way to shove his pretty head in the snow.

   Techno was a monster- in the sense of strength. You thought when fighting him, it would be a mutual teaching before he actually started going ham on you. But no, he literary just started striking with no hesitation. Only when he had your swords in a lock did you voice your lag.

   "Tech, please can we ease up?" You pleadded. He only watched you briefly. His inner General having come out a while ago.

   "Your strong. You can take it" he said sharply. Earning a whine from you. You weren't strong. You didn't do this on a daily. You only made the swords. But he was pushing you. Pushing your strength, and your nerves for one.

   "Techno I'm not strong, I- I've never done this-" he grabbed your sword and threw it away from you. Putting his own away. He grabbed your arm and pulled it to him. Pushing your sleeves up.

   "Flex your arm." He commanded. You hesitated, looking up at him. "Don't look at me like that. I said flex your arm" you slowly did as he said. Drawing your fist, and flexing your arm. He grabbed your bicep and squeezed a bit. "Notice how hard it is?" You nodded slowly. A slight sting from where he squeezed. "That's pure muscle. You are stronger than you realize. If you convince yourself that you are weak or that you cannot do this, then that's what will become of you" he paused his eyes flashing to yours. "I understand that you are no warrior, but you have strength. As soon as you stop telling yourself that you are weak, you will make progress." He pulled your sleeve down, fixing it for you. "Rome wasn't built over night, Princess. It took time, planning, care, and had to show promise. When I look at you, I see great promise."

   When he released your arm you walked over to pick your sword up. Techno readying his stance again. However, before you could break into another spar Phil had wondered out.

   "Ay' Techno you have a letter on your desk. You may want to read it" Phil said with a bit of concern. Techno dropped his stance his brow furrowing. He gave a 'Heh?' In confusion. He glanced to you and to Phil.

   “Can it wait a bit? I'm in the middle of teaching” Phil shook his head slowly. Techno paused as he thought a bit. "If I go, could you teach (y/n) a bit more? She feel's I'm too strong for her." He mused. His military side slowly fading away for his more domestic side.

   "I suppose so." Phil said with a gentle smile. Techno gathered his things and ruffled your hair before leaving. Phil turned his attention towards you. "What has he showed you?" Phil inquired, walking over to you.

   "Nothing besides showing me the ground.. seriously my back hurts.." you whined. Phil chuckled lightly at you.

   "I should have known. Here I'll teach you some basic's" Before long Phil had you doing simple moves and stances. Things he felt would be easy for you to ace. After a while you got a bit curious.

   "Why does techno think I can pick this up so easy? He fights so hard" You questioned. Looking over to Phil. He hummed a moment well he pondered.

   "I uh, think that he just wants you to be able to defend yourself. He knows your strong, and besides. He thinks pretty highly of you, y'know'" you went a bit wide eyed. Techno thinks highly of you?

   You looked to Phil with a bit of shock on your face. "He does?" He nodded, Smiling gently. Phil gently took the sword from your hands and hung it on the wall with the others.

   Since you within the training hall, there was a plethora of weapons and armor of all kinds. The room was large, made for incasing many people. But the detail never faltered. The floor was of stone, pillars lining the outside to support a second floor. The ceiling was framed with gold, dark oak and a smooth white to open the room up more. It was a good place to spar and just ramble off thoughts.

   "Oh, of course. He's said it multiple times to me. That's why he was fine with you coming with us to the mansion. Don't think that he hasn't been paying attention to you on the daily." Phil said looking up to you.

   "He watches me?" You furrowed your brow slightly. Phil saw and continued.

   "Not in the creepy way. He just takes notes of things you do, say you like, ect. He knows your kind with tommy, that you are very organized with your work. Your very detail oriented. He's become quite smitten with you" Phil chuckled. Finding it all amusing.

   You were taken aback by this. You thought you two had a good friendship, but it looks like he's paid a lot of attention to you after all. It started to dawn on you. 'I don't really know much about him' you thought to yourself. Sure you knew his mom passed, his favorite color. But you never really dove into his personal life much beyond that. Maybe it was time you got to know him more. "If I wanted to know more about him... could I ask him?" You asked, looking up at Phil. He patted your head and started walking with you towards the hall.

   "Of course. Something tells me he wouldn't turn you away." Phil said, biting a smile back. He remembered you two last night playing within the snow. He knew Techno would never turn you away, he was in love with you, even if techno wasn't aware of it.

   After dinner you wondered towards Techno's office. You wanted to talk to him, get to know him better. You know he was powerful and kind, but you wanted to know more. What was his ambitions? His hopes, fears. You just wanted more.

   When you walked up to the doors you carefully knocked, hearing talking within. When you herd the 'come in' you pushed the doors open. Techno was sat in his chair per usual, he had his reading glasses on with papers on his desk. When you entered he complied them together neatly. Setting them aside for later. However there was also a rather tall woman. she was beautiful, dripping with total control. Her hand was rested on her sword. When she turned to face you. You saw Her face, It was hard but something told you their was more too her. Her skin looked like it was kissed by the sun himself. She looked like she wasn't from here, but the way she dressed herself in armor told you elsewise.

   "Hello (y/n)" techno said. The woman glanced to Techno and back to you. She offered a kind smile. "This is General Hawthorne, she's my leading General of the Empires army. I don't believe you two have met before" He said formally. Not having the tone he normally used with you.

   She offered her hand. "Its nice to finally meet you (y/n). His Imperial Majesty said we would have a new Blacksmith. But I never expected someone as young as you" Her smile was warm. When you took her hand to shake it you were shocked with the grip she had. Under her glove you could feel some rings digging into your hand. "Don't worry about addressing me as Hawthorne. Seraphina is fine, or Sarah" you nodded smiling to return hers. Wanting her to drop your hand, her grip a tad to much.

   "Its a pleasure to meet you, too" you said looking up to her. She turned back to Techno, taking a scroll from his desk.

   "I'll see you there then sire" Sarah said, smiling before she walked out. You watched her go, your eyes lingering on the door as you thought. Turning back to Techno.

Techno took his reading glasses off and set them aside on his desk. Leaning back in his chair. When he looked up at you his eyes softened, his tone also becoming casual. "What do you think about weddings?".

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