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mefiman · 3 years

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Hamato Family’s First Visit to the Hidden City

Story request by @rottmntrulesall. Hope you enjoy the story, bud! ^^

"C'mon, everyone! Hurry up!" Michelangelo's impatience was obvious in his excitement. He and his siblings were finally going to show their dad's relatives for the first time to the Hidden City for two reasons; one: to view the many wonders of the other world and two: to have a formal, proper meeting with Draxum's parents. The latter part had instilled some unease into the Hamato siblings, especially Saki who was wary about stepping foot into a mysterious world and was about to see for himself the father and mother of the "monster" who altered his younger brother many years ago.

"Are you sure this place is safe?" Hamato Kenji asked. Raphael glanced at his uncle, understanding his uncle's concerns. "We've been there a lot, Uncle Kenji! We did encounter a few dangers there before but other than that, the people there don't usually attack humans unless provoked." Raph assured his uncle.

"There are a lot of places to visit like the many resorts and spas if you want to have a massage and ooh, Señor Hueso's Run of the Mill Pizza where they make one of the best pizzas! I know the manager of that place, we're amigos~" Leonardo took the chance to quip in.

"I can't wait to see Grandpa Mons again! Wait till you guys meet him yourselves, he's the nicest, sweetest grandpa you'll ever meet! He's still as strong as he's gentle!" Mikey said happily.

"I wonder if Grandma Chemia has some wicked new inventions to show me!" Donatello exclaimed.

"This would be my first time seeing my grandparents, Arachne..." Ariadne whispered to her best friend, Arachne.

"You've never seen them before?" Her friend asked.

"Once when I was a baby... I haven't seen them for years." The yokai femme told Arachne.

"Alright, kids, you've shown us all that you're excited to bring us to visit the Hidden City, Mikey, can you open the portal now?" Splinter asked.

"Sure, Dad!" Mikey got to work quickly.

Draxum felt a tinge of anxiety inside himself. He could not recall the last time he visited his creators ever since he moved out of home to pursue his alchemy researching, away from his parents' constant arguments, half of which is about their preferred methods of raising him. It was a surprise how those two still manage to live under the same roof despite their obvious clashing personalities. He guessed that they tolerated each other just for his sake. His parents had never produced any more offspring after him and one of Arachne’s parents...

"Hey, are you okay, Dad?" A female voice asked him. Draxum jolted from his pondering to find that his daughter, Poison Ivy asking him out of concern. He just gave a small smile as he ran his clawed hands over her helmet. "Am fine, just thinking about your grandparents." He assured her. He marveled how Ivy much had grown from the last time he scientifically created her with his and Lou Jitsu's DNAs; she being so tiny as a developed newborn infant growing in a liquid chamber to a young lady around the boys' ages. From what he knew later on, Splinter raised her along with the Turtles. Ivy had lived her life at first as a normal human teenager until her yokai genes started appearing. The initial discovery of her origins did shake her world but over time, she had learnt to accept and use them to assist her brothers in their adventures. She was intelligent like Draxum and his mother with his father's gentle, mature nature as well as Splinter/Lou's sassiness. She loved to study on botany and coincidently, her powers involved using vines and summoning plant like monsters at will. She recently revealed her sexuality preference as a lesbian and had a girlfriend who is a fellow classmate and witch trainee/apprentice in disguise. Both her creators and siblings were happy for her. As of now, she was cradling her younger sister, Venus de Milo was giggling and squealing as April, Ariadne and Arachne cooed and tickled her belly.

The group watched Mikey draw a symbol on the wall at an alley. Once the symbol was drawn, an open portal revealed. The Hamato siblings' mouths went ajar, not believing what they just saw. "if you think that's mind blowing, you haven't seen nothing yet!" Mikey grinned. His three other brothers and the three girls each took hold of one of their Hamato uncles and aunts's hands. The moment they all jumped into that portal, they found themselves staring at a massive part of a what seemed to be a huge city. The sky above was unlike Earth's skies; instead it was orange with some brown. The architecture of the buildings there were monster shaped with some tall, castle like structures far away from the city. There were a lot of people of all shapes, sizes, colors and appearances walking, running, passing by each other, buying their needs or doing their usual business trades. The Turtle family allowed their Hamato relatives to take in their first view around them. Saki's eyes were bulging out of his sockets, he could not believe for his life what he was seeing. Anthropomorphic, mostly consisting of animal, everyday objects, monstrous and supernatural like individuals roamed every part of the streets around him, he felt as if he was having a strange dream that defied logic! Nori on the other hand, looked right and left, taking in interesting sights that captured her attention. Underneath a calm façade, Kenji was freaking out internally at the new, foreign view. Hiroki was squealing in delight similar to a child had just discovered a world made of toys and sweets. Her twin, Hikari was a bit calmer than his sister, feeling a thrill of danger running through his veins. Last but not least, the youngest Hamato sibling, Mei's stance looked poker face yet she looked around to see if there were any Gothic like people that she can interact with. The Turtles and the girls grinned, seeing the reactions of the others.

"What do you think? Surreal, huh?" They ask.

"Amazing.."

"Fascinating..."

"I can't believe what I'm seeing..."

"Someone please tell me that I'm dreaming..." Saki mumbled, still not believing.

"No, you're not," Draxum replied, going straight to the point with an indifferent expression. "May we please hurry to my parents' house, I bet they're waiting for our arrival..."

"Oh yeah!" Mikey clapped both his hands once. "Lead the way, Draxy!"

Draxum sighed as he took the lead of the group. Along the way, there were a few whispers around and behind Draxum coming from the city people but Splinter and Ivy took hold of both his hands and gave a comforting, assuring squeeze, making him feel better. Ariadne gave her uncle a comforting hand on to his shoulder. They were soon out of the main city square to a further distance into the woods. They had to climb up a hill for a while until they reached a big mansion residing there.

"We are here at last. My childhood home..." Draxum said, looking at the grassy, serene valley below, reminiscing the times where he as a little one ran galloping around the field, cartwheeling with glee among the flowers and his sire teaching him the basics on how to defend himself the predator way. Both father and son spend their days in the early years, sparring with each other...

"Draxum, my son!" The former alchemist warrior villain snapped out of his memories to find himself being engulfed into the arms of none other than his dear, loving old father, Monsrage who brought his only son into a crushing bear hug which knocked the wind out of his lungs. "How have you been, my little baby boy? It's rare that you visit us but it's so wonderful to see you bring your family along! How delightful!" the older yokai gushed, his bushy tail wagging with unlimited enthusiasm like an excited puppy. Monsrage was rather huge and muscular with perked up, pointy ears, silky straight black hair unchanged through time and a fairly long beard to match. Like Draxum before, he wore a battle mask. He had a significant dark upperlip. His body had different shades of blue just like his son, Draxum when he was armored. Monsrage's eyes were the same like Draxum's. His feet in particular, was a noticeable difference. Unlike his wife and son, his feet were shaped like a lion's paws, fitting for him coming from a predator species.

"Father, it's great to see you... but can you please let go now? I can't breathe..." Draxum choked out, being smothered by his sire's busty chest. Monsrage immediately loosened his grip, apologizing profusely while checking to see if he had accidently broken any of his son's bones. Draxum shook his head, smiling a little. His sire had never changed all these years, still a concerned worrywart. And he bet his mother had not either...

Chemia on the other hand, was greeting the rest of the visitors with feverish energy. She was a redhead with shades of pink for her skin colour and her ears, long and drooped. Her eyes had a little twinkle in them, a part of her eccentric personality and plump, red lips. Like her husband, she wore a mask. Donnie, April, Arachne and Ivy were given a whirlwind hug the moment they came in front of her. Monsrage went back to the mansion with his son to give the new visitors, the Hamatos, April, and Arachne a warm greeting as well as welcome his beloved grandchildren with his signature bear hug and proceed to pepper their faces with smooches which they were delighted to have especially Mikey, Ariadne, Ivy and Venus. Monsrage and Chemia ushered them all into their humble abode. The Hamatos were initially skeptical about meeting Draxum's family but they were soon warmed up to them. Later on, the mansion was filled with guffaws of laughter as Monsrage showed them all baby pictures of his son which embarrased the poor warrior scientist. Donnie, April and Ivy were treated to Grandma Chemia's latest creations. Monsrage himself had a blast, playing with Venus and sparring with the Turtles and the girls. Arachne was delighted to meet her grandparents as a young adolescent, telling them about her achievements, adventures and that her own parents are doing well. The Hamatos became comfortable talking with Draxum's parents over some snack delicacies. Overall, everyone had a wonderful time at the Hidden City.

I had fun writing this! Was tiring but oh so worth it.

The Hamato siblings (minus Lou/Splinter) and Venus de Milo belong to @rottmntrulesall while Ariadne and Arachne are the OCs of @mikeykawaii/@mikey-ho. Monsrage, Chemia and Poison Ivy along with the mention of the witch girlfriend belong to me, @mefiman. I hope you don’t mind me incorporating your girls into this story, @mikeykawaii but I’ve been dying to add them in, especially Ari meeting her grandparents! ^^

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #my art #ocs #baronjitsu #a teeny bit mentioned

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kanene-yaaay · 3 years

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5+1 - [Part 2]

5 times Iida was tickled and the one he wasn’t

[PART ONE]

Kanene’s note: What a helloooo! I am baack! Gosh, look at me! Having a posting schedule! Who would say, huh? xDD Well, I hope you like this >u<

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to the anime/manga Boku no Hero.

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic with family tickles, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of very greeat arts in this site!! ^w^)b

* This is Lee!Iida with Ler!Aizawa and Nemuri sprinkling some tease here and there. All relationships are platonic. Around 1.500 words.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Look at the window and find something that is worth smiling for. Don’t forget to drink water, sleep and eat! <33

[~*~]

“Iida Tenya.”

“Ooooh noo,” Nemuri added from the spot on the floor where she sat, pampering and spoiling Shouta’s cats with plenty of snacks, a sharp grin gleaming at the boy who came running from the kitchen and now looked from a side to another with a panicked expression on his face, fast to move his arms in an ‘abort mission’ sign to the woman. “Looks like someone is in trouble! ~”

“Nemuri-san, please I ask for you to control your voice!!” Tenya whispered in a volume that most people would categorize as a shout, especially with Shouta’s hero trained hearing. Nemuri, though, just expanded her wicked grin as the nine old boy didn’t realize the dark figure arriving right behind him. “He can’t know I am here!”

“Aw, my dear,” she pouted in fake empathy at Iida’s inevitable fate, scratching Pudding under her chin, her loud motor like purring echoing in the silence. “But Shouta already knows.” Iida stilled as a statue when a shadow loomed over him, starting to turn around, slowly. “He always knows.”

“Gotcha.”

His quirk activated a second before Aizawa erased it with his own, making the blue haired one stumble on his own legs, almost falling on the ground if it wasn’t for the arms that grabbed him in a firm hug, fingers worming their way to his armpits, prodding and digging on the awfully ticklish flesh there.

“What,” Shouta started, with a tune that tipped on bored, his plain face contrasting to the smaller’s puffed cheeks as he wiggled and shook with the contained giggles. “Did I say about my orange flavored jelly packs, huh?”

“Aww, is the itsy bitsy Tenya ticklish? Can’t he take all the tickly-tickly-tickly tickles his favorite grumpy uncle gives to him? Huh? Aww, my poor ticklish boy.” Nemuri teased, ignoring the glare her friend sent on her direction in favor to stare at Tenya, who went redder at her words, a couple of squeaky snorts escaping from his lips.

“I will remind you what I said about eating my jellies without permission: don’t. Never. Do not look. Do not touch and especially, do not even think about eating it.” Aizawa highlighted the last phrase by blowing a raspberry right behind Iida’s neck, leading the boy to squeal, uncontrolled laughter following it almost immediately. The taller man did his best to keep a serious face, principally as the arms of his ‘victim’ rocked up and down, from the left to the right and in random patterns without even being able to get themselves enough control to attempt to stop him. “And you did, so now you will face the consequences. It’s only logical.”

“A-Aizahahazawa-san I, I cahahahAAH!” Shout cut the other’s protest by throwing him in the air, resting his hands on his sides when he caught him again, slightly clawing his stomach with his fingers, fishing uncontrollable, bubbly giggles from him. “Please, please! I can-'' Snort. “I can ehehexplain!” Yelp. Half words, Half pleas. Giggles. Giggles. Giggles. “I hahahave the right, Aizawa-sahahahan!”

Shouta contented himself in making the younger squirm – left, right, left, left, right and repeat – from a side to another by tapping his fingers on his sides repeatedly, sometimes giving a quick scratch only to gain another yelp, pretending to think about the proposal for a little less than a minute.

“No.” He decided, spidering his fingers merciless on the death spot. Iida threw his head back, crackles flying from him in a waterfall of shrieks and squeaks.

“Come one, Shou! Let the boy speak! As much I love this lovely, absolutely adorable laughter that makes you want to tickle and tickle him forever and ever, and aww, wouldn’t you love it, my dear? To get all the tiggles-tickles you could ever want for all eternity?” Iida kicked and shook his head in protest, more pleas falling from him, face and neck in flames. “I think he has the right to defend himself.”

“Which side are you?”

“No side deserves my awesome presence.” Aizawa rolled his eyes. “What is the matter, Shou? Afraid that you will lose in a logical battle with baby Tenya?”

“Ihihihi am NOT ahahaha baby!!” Iida protested through his hysterical laughter, nothing giving him more strength than correct factually incorrect statements. “I ahahahaham a very hehehealthy chihihihih- – No! Not there! – chihihihild! Mom said so!”

Nemuri hid her snickers behind her hands, receiving a very unamused yowl from Pudding, the cat demanding her to come back to her ear scritches immediately. The woman resumed to her wishes.

Shouta recognized a bait when he heard one, but watching the way tears started to appear in the corner of the younger’s eyes, he decided to bite it.

He adjusted him so the boy would be resting on his hips, his hand resting calmly on his ribs, a much less ticklish spot.

“You have fifty seconds.”

“WHAT!” Iida stared at him in disbelief, turning to look at Kayama in the search of reinforcements, and being gifted with nothing more than a joyful shrug, his brother’s best friend being very glad in just watch the chaos unraveling in front of her and, unnoticed by the other two who were caught up on the silliness, the camera carefully hidden behind Pudding’s fluffy form. “That ihihisn’t even a minute! It’s impossiblehe to mahahake a good defehense under this condici- conditionaries… undeheher that pressure!”

“Conditions.” Aizawa offered, “and heroes work under pressure. You want to be one when you grow up, right?”

“Yes!” Iida’s smile got even bigger than it already was, his eyes also becoming even brighter, shining with the determination of his new challenge.

“Good,” the tired adult smirked, starting to count with his fingers as the seconds went by. “Start to talk then.”

Tenya tried to clear his mind, together with keeping his resolve strong enough to not visibly squirm or titter every time Aizawa made any infinitesimal move. He never thought he would really be able to convince his uncle to let him make a true attempt to escape from this, therefore he didn’t possess any good enough reason to explain besides the ‘it was orange flavored and oranges are delicious!’

A sentence pulled him out of the frenzy of thoughts dashing on his brain at full speed. “You have twelve seconds now.”

“WHAT!” Tenya cried, seriously thinking about just pushing Shouta’s arms away and trying to run to the safety of the guest room.

“You seem to have a problem keeping track of the time.” The small kid nodded at his direction and Aizawa almost felt bad by his next move.

Almost.

“Let me help you, then.”

The underground hero poked an index finger on the lowest rib, vibrating on the sensitive spot for a few pieces of second, tearing a sputtering guffaw as Iida realized the true meaning of his words. “One.” He pressed another rib, and another, and another. “Two. Three. Four…”

“Noho! Wait! Wait!!”

“Five… Six. Seven…”

“Oops. It looks like you’re running out of time, sweetheart.” Nemuri added, unhelpfully. “Well, let’s just hope the mean Shouta won’t attack those awfully ticklish knees of yours when the time is over, right?”

“NOHOT MY KNEHES!”

“Good luck. Ten. Eleven. Twel-”

“YOULIED!”

Aizawa stopped.

“What?” He blinked one, two, three times. As if the meaning of the rushed words would become clearer. “No. I hid it and I was very clear in saying you couldn’t touch it. There is no lie here.”

“There is! A lie of omiz-” Iida closed his eyes, concentrating on the word and controlling the few giggles that still slipped from his mouth. He wanted to be a hero and heroes succeed through the pressure! “omission! Which means hiding! You hid the information so you were lying to me, so I… I… I taught you a lesson!”

They stared at each other for what seemed a lifetime.

Aizawa huffed a chuckle, lowering the boy to the ground, trying to not be blinded by the excitement and proudness exhaling from the younger when he realized that he succeeded in “logicing” his way out of the playful “punishment”, beaming on the ball of his feet at both adults.

“Good. In a fight, using your opponents’ words against them can be an important tool. Also, as a physical opening, don’t forget that I was carrying you, which means that if you hit the back of my knees hard enough I would weaken my grip and that would give you the opportunity to run. I would try to not hurt you when I fell, so that is also a weakness you could exploit.” After a thought, he added. “Try to do that the next time Hizashi tickles you.”

“You are a bastard.” Kayama replied, earning an exasperated gasp from Tenya. “Not you, dear. I am talking about Shouta.” That did nothing to alleviate the boy’s rebellion, his lecture of how ‘This isn’t the proper vocabulary of a hero’ was soon interrupted as the apartment door flew open, Ingenium walking through it. He immediately extended his arms, hugging his brother when the aforementioned jumped on him, part of the exhaustion of a day’s work being eased by the younger attics.

“Tensei! Tensei! I already did all my homework and I brushed my teeth and I played with the cats so they would not be sad or bored and I ate all my greenies and also-”

“-ate all my orange jelly packs.” Aizawa completed.

“And Aizawa-san tickled me because of it! Using very villainous techniques even though he is a very good and skilled hero! But then I won! I showed him logic and, and, and then he let me go!”

“Oof, that sounds like a very exciting day!” Tensei ruffled the boy’s hair, fondness dripping in waves from his acts and words. “But you don’t need to worry anymore about Shouta, the Grumpy Tickle Monster because now I am here!” Tensei posed in a poor representation of All Might's usual pose. “Ready to protect you!”

“Oh.” A dangerous tune marked Shouta’s grin and voice, making the blue haired hero to shiver with all the teenagerhood memories that this brought over. “Don’t get over yourself, assuming you’re out of danger, too.”

A wobbly smile took over Tensei's expression as Shouta cracked his knuckles, preparing himself for a chase. “Don’t think I don’t know exactly who told him where I hid my jelly packs.” The older Iida got his younger brother on his arms, flexing his legs, preparing to not give up so easily.

Aizawa decided he was feeling merciful today.

“You have three seconds.” Iida gasped in protest, an argument on the tip of his tongue. “Run.”

#Playful tickles #!#Aizawa the tickle monster is back/lh #xDD #Nemuri is there to tease and see some chaos #Lee!Iida #Ticklish!Iida #Ler!Aizawa #Bnha tickles #Bnha tickling #Kanene's fic #Kanene's Fanfic #5+1 fic #Kid!Tenya #Nemuri and Tensei make a quick appearence but techinically don't participate of the tickling part #I am with some mean headache and stuff so sdfghyujidfjh no rambling tags today

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collecting-stories · 4 years

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Envy - John B Routledge

Request: Oooh, how about if the reader left with Kie after the big fight with John B about Sarah, and basically made the ultimatum "either she goes or both of us do" and then when the boys strand the girls on the boat together she admits the reason she hates Sarah is because she's been in love with John B for forever (also bonus points if Kie and Sarah admit they had crushes on each other when they were friends)

A/N: I wasn’t sure if you wanted Kie and Sarah to end up together so I decided not to. I just made it kinda angsty.

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You sat on the further away from Kiara and Sarah, listening to them debate their perceived grievances with each other. You didn’t even want to be here, and you probably wouldn’t have been if you hadn’t been with Kiara when Pope came to pick her up from The Wreck. She’d stormed out on John B after he tactlessly announced that he was dating Sarah Cameron now. The feud between the two girls ran deep. You were sure Kiara had legitimate reasons for hating Sarah. All you had was a stupid, unrequited, crush on John B that had been hanging on since the seventh grade.

Pathetic sure, but it made you seem like a great friend at the moment. At least to Kiara as you stomped out of the Chateau with her, leaving the boys and Sarah behind. And maybe, if you hadn’t been there at the The Wreck, they could’ve just forgotten your problems and glossed over the whole ordeal so that next time you all got together, and there was always bound to be a next time regardless of who someone was dating, they would pretend you had been on board all along.

“You just ghosted me, for no reason-” Kiara was saying while you leaning over the side of the boat, half wondering if you could drown yourself to get out of this share circle.

They were two seconds away from confessing their love for each other and you knew you should be ‘happy’ that they were resolving whatever tension they had before but that didn’t mean anything for you. Because in the long run even if you didn’t get off this god forsaken boat with Sarah still fawning over John B it wasn’t like he was going to suddenly look at you and everything would change.

“What’s the verdict then?” You asked as Kiara walked over to where you were laying, standing over you with her hands on her hips. Sarah was looking for spare blankets inside to keep warm.

“John B and the gold, that’s what’s important.” Kiara replied, “what about you?”

“What about me?” You asked, already knowing that she was turning it around on you so that she didn’t have to answer anymore questions about how her and Sarah had stopped being friends simply because they liked each other and that Kiara still had those feelings, whether Sarah did or not. “I’m only here cause I was with you at the Wreck.”

“No way!” Sarah said, tossing a blanket to Kiara as she came over, “you said, and I quote, ‘either she goes or both of us do’. So that definitely counts as you being part of this!”

“I’m not part of this.”

“Yeah, you are.” Sarah replied glaring at you, “I’m not staying on this boat listening to your bullshit excuse about not being part of this. You weren’t exactly cheering me and John B on back at the Chateau.”

You sat up finally, crossing your arms under your chest and looking away from Sarah, “we’ve all been friends for a really long time...no one’s ever broken that barrier. I was just a little apprehensive. Kie didn’t exactly paint you as some great friend.” You explained, leaving out the part where seeing Sarah and John B together had made you want to gouge your eyes out.

Jealousy wasn’t a good look and you didn’t truly have any right to be jealous. She hadn’t taken anything of yours...John B didn’t like you, that was just a fact you were going to have to accept once you were able to get off this stupid boat. It didn’t matter that you were the first one he called that night when his dad didn’t come home. Or that you stayed at his house for nearly three weeks after that, making sure he was okay because his uncle was less than functioning and John B was three seconds from a mental breakdown every minute.

It didn’t matter that you were with him when Peterkin finally told him that his father was lost at sea, presumed dead. Or that after they found Scooter’s body that John B called you, panic stricken and terrified because all he could think of was his dad.

None of that mattered because John B didn’t like you. He liked Sarah. And you couldn’t blame him, even Kiara liked Sarah.

“I just want to help John B, I really care about him.” Sarah explained, “It’s more than just a crush.”

“Just give us a minute?” Kiara asked. She had the same look of anguish on her face that you were sure was on yours. Having a best friend that you were secretly harboring a crush on was hell, but at least she knew that there had been a moment in time when Sarah liked her too. “You okay?”

“What am I supposed to say?” You whispered as Kiara sat down next to you, “hey it’s so great that you’re dating John B, sorry I was a douche to you it’s just I’ve been pretty much in love with him since I was 12?”

“Maybe not that.” Kiara laughed.

“I don’t want her to know...I don’t want her to tell John B cause she thinks it’s hilarious-”

“She wouldn’t do that.”

“Why? Cause she told you that she used to have a crush on you too and maybe still does...she’s not sure.” You replied. You just wanted off the boat already. “I’ll be nice. And we’ll be best friends, trust me, but I just...it’s gonna take some time.”

“I think that’s why they confined us to a boat for the night.”

“Yeah well, it’s gonna take more time than that. I can’t just stop liking someone...I know you can’t either.”

“I’d rather not talk about it.” Kiara replied, looking away for a moment before glancing over to where Sarah was setting down the blankets to sleep.

“I’d rather not be on this boat.”

“They’ll come get us in the morning.” Kiara promised.

When the boys came back in the morning Kiara and Sarah climbed on the Pogue first, the latter taking a spot beside John B at the wheel. You stayed on the Heyward’s boat, helping JJ in so he could fix the engine and take it back to the dock where Pope’s dad was no doubt waiting with a lecture.

“Maybe I should come, it is my dad’s boat.” Pope reasoned, standing at the edge of the Pogue and looking over at JJ as he pulled his sweatshirt over his head and handed it to you.

“We got it, we’ll meet you at the Chateau.”

“Oh my god, thank you, I’m freezing.” You muttered, pulling it on as quickly as possible and wrapping your arms around yourself.

“How’d it go?” JJ asked, going straight to work. You followed him inside and stood over the open hatch, watching him. You weren’t the best when it came to repairing things and always thought it was pretty impressive that JJ could get just about any boat, car, or motorcycle that he wanted running in under an hour.

“Fine I guess...”

“Still hung up on John B?” He asked, looking up at you.

“I’m not...hung up on John B.” You insisted, grimacing. Did he really know too? If he knew...did John B know?

“Here’s hoping.”

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bloody-bee-tea · 4 years

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Not just a vacation

peachy2peachy commissioned me for some merman Jiang Cheng and a totally overworked Lan Xichen, who is being forced on vacation and then falls in love. Thank you for your support and I hope you enjoy it <3

Lan Xichen is restless. He has never been away from his company for this long and just as he’s thinking it he realizes exactly what his uncle and Lan Wangji meant.

It’s been 19 hours.

If he’s being honest Lan Xichen can’t even be called a workaholic at this point anymore, because there isn’t anything for him outside of the company and his work.

Lan Xichen isn’t even sure when he last slept in his own bed or when he enjoyed a quiet morning at home. His life is all about work. His office is more like a living-room at this point.

Lan Xichen reaches for his phone almost on instinct—surely a quick look into his mails can’t hurt anyone—but he stops himself right before his fingers can make contact.

He’s on vacation, Lan Qiren was very adamant about that. If Lan Xichen checks his mails then Lan Qiren will know—he always knows—and he will be disappointed. Lan Wangji will make his sad face and even though Lan Xichen can’t see it from where he is in the middle of the ocean, he simply knows it.

Better not to risk it.

Lan Xichen suppresses a sigh and sits back down on the bed. A glance out of the window shows him a blue ocean and an even bluer sky and he knows he should get out there and enjoy it. He did some research on Aitutaki of course, and while he has to admit that it’s objectively beautiful it’s also really remote and Lan Xichen already itches with the separation from his company.

Maybe his workload really is unhealthy, Lan Xichen muses, and then lets out a sigh before he gets back up again.

Time to see what this island has to offer.

It’s just as beautiful as it looked in the pictures he found online, and Lan Xichen has to admit that the quiet and serenity is already getting to him.

He finds a nice spot at the beach to lay down his towel and his head barely hit the sand before he’s drifting off to the gentle sounds of the water.

When Lan Xichen wakes up, it’s already dark. He sits up, slightly disoriented and definitely hungry, to look around and while the beach and the sea were already beautiful during the day, Lan Xichen finds it almost more beautiful now that there are only the stars to illuminate it.

He gets startled out of his thoughts when there’s a small splash and then a person seems to emerge out of the water.

Lan Xichen stays still and watches the shape for a few moments, expecting the person to leave the water at one point but when nothing happens, Lan Xichen gets worried.

“Hello?” he carefully calls out. “Do you need help?”

He seems to have startled the person because he can hear a “Fuck” before the head disappears again.

“Oh,” Lan Xichen whispers and walks closer to the water.

Maybe the person went under when he startled them? Lan Xichen is about ready to throw himself into the water as well—how difficult can it be to find that person again—when the head re-emerges.

“Are you alright?” Lan Xichen asks, voice just barely loud enough to carry over the water, and when he’s met with silence, he worries.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asks again, already marching up to the water to save whoever is out there, but before he can, the person speaks up again.

“Do not get closer!”

The words stop Lan Xichen dead in his tracks and he frowns.

“Are you alright?” he repeats and is relieved when the man seems to come closer.

“I am,” he reassures Lan Xichen and then there’s the strange splashing noise again, as if something bigger and more adapt to the water was with the man out there.

“Are you really? That noise—,” Lan Xichen trails off and the man lets out a sharp laugh.

“I really am. Don’t concern yourself with me.”

Unlikely, Lan Xichen thinks and walks closer again. He’s gratified to find that the man doesn’t move further away.

“That’s hardly possible when you take a night swim and startle the hell out of me,” Lan Xichen calls back and wonders if the prolonged distance from his company is making him rude already.

The strange man doesn’t seem to think so because he snorts out a laugh.

“Get back, stranger,” he calls out and Lan Xichen is about to tell him his name when the man suddenly disappears.

Lan Xichen waits a little bit longer just to see if he might show up again, but when it becomes clear that that won’t happen, he goes back to the hotel, where he is met by a frantically gesturing owner of the hotel.

“Sir, where have you been?” he’s asked immediately and Lan Xichen frowns before he points back.

“I fell asleep at the beach,” he gives back, much to the horror of the owner apparently.

“We don’t go to the beach at night! Strange things have happened, it’s not safe for you to be there,” Lan Xichen is told and Lan Xichen would agree with the strange things at once.

He doesn’t see how the man in the water poses a danger, but Lan Xichen is probably missing something.

“What happened?” he wants to know but the owner shakes his head.

“Not good for you to know, just stay away,” he advises him and then rather forcefully shoos him back into the hotel.

Lan Xichen doesn’t sleep much that night.

The next night Lan Xichen goes back to the beach. He keeps out of sight at first, hoping to catch the man unawares first, his mind still reeling from the research he did during the day.

It’s probably not what Lan Qiren and Lan Wangji wanted for him when they sent him on this vacation, but Lan Xichen needs to know what’s going on here. The only thing his research turned up were tales of mermaid and Lan Xichen is not ready to believe that.

Until he catches sight of a rather huge tail, flapping out of the water.

The sight of it startles a gasp out of Lan Xichen, apparently loud enough to be heard over the water, because he hears the same muttered “Fuck” carried back to him.

“It’s you again,” Lan Xichen calls out and he’s met with a silence that drags on for so long that he starts to fear the other man might have left.

“What the fuck do you want? Do you not know you’re not supposed to be here?” the man suddenly says, and Lan Xichen sees him swimming closer.

“I have heard,” Lan Xichen gives back and the man laughs.

“You just don’t care, huh?”

Usually Lan Xichen would care very much about that; he is not one to break the rules and staying away from the beach at night seems to be a rather unspoken rule. But this is just too curious to let it rest.

“Would you believe me if I said I was worried about you?” he tries, taking some careful steps closer to the shoreline.

“Nope,” the man says and Lan Xichen smiles.

“Would you believe me if I said my family forced me on this vacation and I am already bored out of my mind?”

“Maybe,” the man answers and comes closer as well.

“My name is Lan Xichen,” Lan Xichen introduces himself and he’s pretty sure he catches a mischievous twinkle in the man’s eyes, barely visible in the dark.

“Good for you,” the man says and promptly ducks back under the water.

“Hey,” Lan Xichen calls out, stumbling forwards until his feet are fully submerged in the water and he only stops when the hem of his shorts starts to get wet.

Nothing happens, but Lan Xichen doesn’t move back, too intrigued to simply leave again, and his persistence is rewarded when the head pops back up.

Lan Xichen distantly notes that the head was too long under water for a normal human, but he tries not to dwell on it. How ridiculous that would be.

“You’re really annoying, you know that?” the guy grumbles and Lan Xichen gives him his best smile.

“I wouldn’t be, if you told me your name,” he sweetly says and watches how the head almost disappears into the waves again.

“Jiang Cheng,” Lan Xichen suddenly catches and his smile turns brighter.

“It’s nice to meet you, Jiang Cheng,” he says and going by the cold shower that runs down his back, Jiang Cheng is glaring at him.

“What do you want?” Jiang Cheng demands to know and Lan Xichen shrugs.

“I want to know why you’re in the water at this time of night,” Lan Xichen tells him and is met with a wicked smile, white teeth reflecting the moonlight and Lan Xichen is pretty sure he can see a fang.

“Why don’t you come closer and you can find out,” Jiang Cheng tempts him and Lan Xichen can hear his uncle’s voice, telling him just how monumentally stupid he is being, but his legs carry him forward nonetheless and it isn’t until he’s right in front of Jiang Cheng that he stops.

“What if I eat you now?” Jiang Cheng asks, but Lan Xichen is too mesmerized by the fins Jiang Cheng seems to have instead of ears.

“Holy shit,” Lan Xichen breathes out and immediately cringes at the curse word.

His uncle would be so disappointed.

“What, never seen a merman before?” Jiang Cheng boldly asks and flicks his tail—his tail—to splash some water at Lan Xichen.

“Can’t say that I have,” Lan Xichen weakly says, roaming his eyes over Jiang Cheng’s body.

It’s too dark to make out the colour of his tail, but it’s long and strong, shimmering even in the dark. Lan Xichen can’t see at which point tail meets torso, but Jiang Cheng’s chest seems entirely human, apart from the gills on his neck and the webs between his fingers. The fins on his head and his strangely shaped eyes mark him as definitely other than human but Lan Xichen only finds him beautiful.

“You really are a strange one,” Jiang Cheng remarks, and he leans close as if he’s inspecting Lan Xichen in turn, before he throws himself back and disappears into the water.

~*~*~

Lan Xichen spends his entire day at the beach, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jiang Cheng. It would make sense for him to only show up at night, but still Lan Xichen is holding out hope.

And he’s being rewarded when he catches a purple glint on a strong tail, moving quickly away from the open beach. Lan Xichen follows Jiang Cheng into a small lagoon far away from other people.

“If you’re this trusting someone is gonna eat you eventually,” Jiang Cheng grumbles, but he seems pleased that Lan Xichen was looking for him.

Now that Lan Xichen sees him in daylight he realizes that Jiang Cheng’s tail is of the most wonderful purple, rich and deep, and Lan Xichen itches to brush his hands over it, but he keeps that urge in check.

“Many have tried,” Lan Xichen says with his best CEO smile, “and no one succeeded yet.”

“Ah, I see,” Jiang Cheng whispers and swims closer. “A shark on land. Maybe I should be careful that you don’t eat me.”

Lan Xichen’s mind takes dangerous turns at that, and he can feel his ears flush at how low Jiang Cheng’s voice dropped.

Jiang Cheng laughs at his reaction and Lan Xichen is mesmerized by that sound.

“You’re staring,” Jiang Cheng accuses him when he notices and Lan Xichen doesn’t even care.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers and now it’s Jiang Cheng’s turn to blush.

“Shut up,” Jiang Cheng grumbles out and Lan Xichen smiles wickedly at him.

“Make me,” he dares him and Jiang Cheng stares for a long time at him.

Lan Xichen wasn’t expecting to get hit by a wave of water, but it’s a very effective way to shut him up.

~*~*~

After that Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng meet daily in their small lagoon.

Lan Xichen isn’t sure what his uncle would say to that, but he’s not even thinking about his company or the work, so even though Lan Xichen is sure this wasn’t what Lan Qiren had in mind for him when he sent him on holiday, he should be pleased by this development.

Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng have shared a lot of details about their lives in the past seven days they have been meeting and by now Lan Xichen knows that he is in love.

With a merman.

Lan Xichen would laugh at the mere notion of this ever happening, but Jiang Cheng is very real, splashing around in their little lagoon and telling Lan Xichen about the hunts he has been on, and he is very lovable.

Lan Xichen isn’t sure if he ever even stood a chance.

He knows that their time together is running out; he is on vacation for two weeks and not a day longer after all.

But those are thought Lan Xichen likes to push far, far away.

He’d much rather think about Jiang Cheng.

“You really are beautiful,” Lan Xichen can’t help but say again as he watches Jiang Cheng float on the water, basking in the sun.

“And I already told you to shut up,” Jiang Cheng shoots back without opening his eyes but this time Lan Xichen won’t have it.

He slowly swims closer, sure that Jiang Cheng is tracking his every movement even with his eyes closed, and it’s not long before Lan Xichen reaches him.

Jiang Cheng never explicitly allowed him to touch the tail or any other part of Jiang Cheng, but they have brushed against each other occasionally, and Jiang Cheng never pulled away. Lan Xichen thinks it’s enough for him to take a chance.

“But you are,” Lan Xichen whispers and slowly reaches out to smooth his hand over the powerful tail.

The scales are mesmerizing and hard, and Lan Xichen could spend his days mapping out every part of them.

When Lan Xichen looks back at Jiang Cheng, he finds that the other is already looking at him.

“I’m not human,” Jiang Cheng says, flicking his tail as if to remind Lan Xichen of it, and Lan Xichen smiles at him.

“No, you’re not,” he agrees. “You are beautiful,” Lan Xichen says again and boldly moves his hand higher, over the line where scales meet skin and then further up Jiang Cheng’s chest, and then higher up still, skipping over the gills until he can cup Jiang Cheng’s cheek in his hand.

“What are you doing?” Jiang Cheng whispers and Lan Xichen guides him closer.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he mutters, briefly waiting for Jiang Cheng to move away from him, but when that doesn’t happen Lan Xichen closes the last bit of distance between them.

Jiang Cheng tastes like the sea and Lan Xichen knows he could get lost in it.

And maybe he will for the next seven days.

~*~*~

“I love you,” Lan Xichen tells Jiang Cheng four days later, sure of that by now, and even though it hurts he was prepared for the bitter laugh Jiang Cheng lets out.

“Don’t be stupid, Xichen,” Jiang Cheng says and pushes himself back into the water, leaving Lan Xichen’s side cold and bereft.

“I do. I love you.”

“Gods, Xichen, you’re on holiday here. This is my home. Where do you see this going?” Jiang Cheng demands to know and Lan Xichen has thought about that, turned around in bed all night, just thinking about that, and by now he’s sure he has the answer.

“I see this going everywhere,” he resolutely says and then reaches for the bag he brought. “I see you in my future, and I will not accept anything else.”

“You’re flying back in three days. There is no future for us,” Jiang Cheng argues and Lan Xichen is gratified to see that the thought seems to pain Jiang Cheng as much as it does him.

“There will be,” Lan Xichen decidedly says and then takes his phone out of his bag. “And I will prove it to you.”

He dials his uncles number, not even caring about the time difference, but it still takes barely three rings before his uncle picks up.

“Xichen, you’re on vacation, so this better not be about work,” Lan Qiren greets him and Lan Xichen smiles, his eyes never leaving Jiang Cheng.

“It is, kind of. I’d like to set up a remote work place. Here, on this island. Because I don’t think I’ll be coming back any time soon.”

There’s a very concerning silence on the other end of the line and then Lan Qiren explodes.

“Lan Xichen! What do you even think you’re doing! This is a vacation and not a way for you to get out of work indefinitely!”

“I know that, that’s why I want to work from here. Uncle, I met someone and I am not going to leave him.”

Lan Xichen can hear Lan Qiren take a few deep breaths before he presses out: “We’ll talk about this at a more reasonable hour for me.”

Before Lan Xichen can object to that Lan Qiren has already hung up on him, and Lan Xichen is left to stare at his phone, before he shrugs and puts it back into his bag.

When he turns back to Jiang Cheng, he finds that he is already staring at him.

“You would really do that?” Jiang Cheng asks. “Work from here? Just for me?”

“I love you. Of course I would. You can’t leave here, so I will come to you.”

“You’re an idiot,” Jiang Cheng decides as he swims closer and pulls Lan Xichen into a kiss. “But I do love you. And I’m coming with you.”

Lan Xichen needs a few moments to understand those words, and then he simply blinks at Jiang Cheng.

“You’re coming what now?” he dumbly mutters and Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes in that beautiful way he has, before he emerges from the lagoon.

On a pair of human legs.

“You really think if we didn’t adapt we’d still be around?” Jiang Cheng asks as he walks Lan Xichen back to the beach and Lan Xichen is more than willing to be led anywhere by Jiang Cheng.

“You can change your forms,” Lan Xichen mutters and his heart does a little flip when Jiang Cheng grins at him.

He does have the most beautiful smile.

“I can change forms. I demand ten weeks a year back here and you’ll have to meet my family.”

“Deal,” Lan Xichen says without hesitation, because he would give Jiang Cheng everything he has if he would ask for it.

“And you cannot change your mind about me,” Jiang Cheng adds, much more quiet this time and Lan Xichen pulls him into his arms.

“Never,” he promises. “I’m a true romantic at heart. There will only ever be you,” he whispers into Jiang Cheng’s now very human ears, and he knows it’s the truth. He can feel it deep in his bones that Jiang Cheng is it for him.

“Good,” Jiang Cheng mutters as he clutches at Lan Xichen’s shirt. “I’m sorry, I kept this a secret, I had to be sure first.”

Sure of Lan Xichen’s feelings and his devotion, Lan Xichen guesses, and he isn’t even mad about it.

“I understand,” he says and then tilts Jiang Cheng’s head back to kiss him.

Jiang Cheng meets him readily and that is the last they speak for a while. There are other things for them to do right now.

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watchtowerindistress · 4 years

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Mates (3/8) - derek hale x reader

Summary: Reader has a conversation with Peter who explains the details of the mate bond between Derek and her. Cue a very awkward conversation.

Word count: 2.0k

Warnings: none—unless you see Peter as a warning in itself ;)

Additional tags: Peter can’t stand the sexual tension (lol), just wants his nephew to get laid, feels like a filler, our reader wants to understand what she’s getting into

Author’s note: I’m on a roll, yeah! Let’s hope I can keep this up with this current inspiration to continue writing this. As I was constructing this mate bond, I wished I hadn’t written it so progressive already. Btw thanks guys for 1.1k followers - we did it, people!

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Your fingers were mindlessly stirring the contents of your cool, refreshing drink with a long spoon, appreciating how the small bubbles were twirling in the Y-shaped glass.

This was the kind of downtime you could truly get behind. Just to get a drink of something you hadn’t taken in a long while.

“What the hell are you drinking?”

Disbelief was shining in your eyes when the irritated voice of Peter reached you from the right. Slowly, your body turned in the stool of the mostly empty coffee shop where you were enjoying your break.

And just as you expected, yep, it was indeed Derek’s older uncle lamenting about your drink of choice.

“It’s called a milkshake, Peter,” you reminded him before putting the spoon in your mouth and licked the delicious strawberry taste clean. The utensil landed with a soft clang on the napkin on your right. “You should try it sometime. I must be mistaken but weren’t these just invented when you were born?” You tilted your head in a challenge and leaned your head back to gaze up at Peter, offering a small smirk.

Peter narrowed his eyes at your dig. “Oh please, not that old since those girls over there have been sending me looks since I entered.”

A sigh of frustration left your mouth when you saw Peter wink at some girls in the corner of the shop. You inwardly groaned at the sound of giggles at your back.

Peter sat down on the seat next to you at the table, but not without a satisfied grin on his face.

“Yeah, right. These girls merely got a daddy complex.”

Peter shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t mind. I can be their daddy.”

Now you couldn’t control yourself any longer and rolled your eyes. “Jesus, just make sure they’re not underage. I don’t want the police of Beacon Hills to condemn you as a sex offender. It would probably be easier for these hunters to find your butt then.”

Peter pursed his lips and his eyes lit up. “By the way, did I just hear you say the word ‘daddy’? Are you trying to tell me something, perhaps?”

Before you could stop your impulse, you leaned forward to create an intimate setting and whispered teasingly, “Get your mind out of the gutter, Peter.”

The older Hale laid a hand on his chest and leaned back in his chair. “You can’t play with a guy’s emotions like that.”

Shaking your head, you revealed a small smirk. “Not interested. By the way, you really should stop antagonizing Derek.”

“But it’s the only benefit to my day. I exist for teasing my nephew.”

“One day he really might try to slash your throat again if you keep that up.”

Peter’s gray-blue eyes shined brightly at the prospect. A wicked grin remained on his lips. “Can’t wait.” Without waiting for your permission, his hand pulled your milkshake to himself. The red straw was ignored as he took a significant gulp.

Your mouth opened in shock at the audacity.

“You’re lucky that you didn’t use my straw,” you muttered through clenched teeth.

Peter hummed in appreciation and dropped the glass on the middle of the table. With regret you noticed how the drink had diminished to its half.

“Tastes like strawberry ice-cream in a drink,” he said, licking his lips to chase the flavor.

“That’s the point,” you replied tersely, no longer feeling charitable towards him. “What are you doing here, Peter?” Pettiness was clear in your fingers when you pulled the glass back towards you.

Peter tilted his head. “Maybe I was in the neighborhood.”

Your tone turned serious/annoyed. “You’re never in the neighborhood.”

“Okay, fine. Maybe I was trying to find a way to talk to you.”

Your expression turned blank. Though there was a part of you that had a notion what was weighing on his mind. “About?”

Peter’s next words were chosen carefully. “I wanted to make sure that you knew what you were dealing with.” Peter cleared his throat and leaned forward, folding his hands between you two on the table. “Okay, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity where I’m actually trying to be helpful and tell you everything you need to know about that mating bond.”

You yielded to the personal setting he wanted to create, to ensure that no one would hear unsettling words such as ‘wolfsbane’ or ‘shapeshifters’.

“Why now? I can count the number of times you’ve actually helped people on the fingers of my hand. And guess what? I wouldn’t even have a hand in the end.”

Peter pointed to his chest as a reminder. “Fine. Not an upstanding citizen. But someone who actually worries about Derek.”

Now that caught your attention. Your narrowed eyes exposed the intrigue you were feeling. “Why are you worried?”

“I think you two need to complete that mating bond.”

You arched an eyebrow at the frank statement. “I’m sorry?”

“When you helped Derek heal a few days ago, he took a huge risk when he scented you.”

You blinked rapidly at the words that didn’t make any sense to you. “Explain.”

“Usually when you’re unmated and cover them in your scent, you’re urged to complete the bond as fast as possible.”

“I’ve known Derek since he was a teenager and there were countless of times when he cuddled with me, so I don’t understand.”

“This time is different because he showed you his wolf—his true form—and basically, you know…” You furrowed your brows in confusion when Peter’s waved to your body.

“What? What are you trying to say?”

The uncomfortable smile on his face made you worry for a second. “Because he…” Peter’s eyes widened when he exclaimed, “God, why do you want me to say it out loud? Because Derek sniffed your damn va-jay-jay.”

You shook your head as you tried to come to terms with Peter uttering that word in the first place. “Jesus. I still don’t understand. Use human words, why don’t you?”

“Have you ever seen two wolves mate in real life? Like in a documentary?” Peter continued at your slow nodding, “You could compare it to that. They chase each other, bite each other playfully. Then the male sniffs at the female’s reproductive organs to see if her sex hormones are permeating the air. If she will accept him.”

Licking your lips, your curiosity controlled your thought process. “What happens if the bond isn’t completed … fast enough?”

Peter exhaled heavily, evading his gaze from you. “Unmated werewolves with an incomplete bond will show … aggressive tendencies. They’re out of control. Not to mention, how any emotional outburst could make you shift into your primal form.”

You blinked slowly at the horrifying image Peter was portraying. “Why didn’t Derek tell me?”

“Well, he has control over his wolf, more than before. But I don’t condemn him for it. No mate would be able to ignore their mating instincts. Even Deaton couldn’t have predicted that this would happen when you brought him to the doctor. Besides, you should know Derek. He’d rather suffer in silence than admit there’s something wrong.”

“What happens now?”

“Well, if Derek has it his way, he’d give you the choice but endure the cruelest pain while slowly losing his mind.”

Your face made a grimacing expression. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re such a pessimist?”

“Yes,” Peter answered with a blank face.

You nervously twiddled your fingers. “Has Derek shown any after-effects so far?”

Peter nose twitched in distaste at a certain memory. “I don’t know. How would you interpret him piercing my skin with his damn claws?”

You frowned in remorse when Peter’s shoulder twitched. “He shifted already?”

He leaned forward again. “You would do me a huge favor if you could finally have sex with him.”

Peter’s vehemence was really freaking you out when you recoiled. And here you thought Peter wasn’t the kind of guy to operate as Derek’s wingman. “Jesus. Why would you say that?”

“That’s how the mating works,” he admitted through gritted teeth.

A grimacing expression was on your face but you told yourself that you had to push through. Despite the uncomfortable sex talk that was bound to come.

“Alright, give me a crash course then.”

Peter raised an eyebrow. “On sex?”

“Mating. Tell me how to consummate this bond and everything else it entails with it.”

He inhaled deeply before letting it all out in a tired sigh. “Fine. I already told you the bad news of the what-if’s should the male not complete the link. To be honest, I don’t know how it works with humans, but in my experience female wolves went into a sort of heightened heat. Increased libido, spreading of sexual hormones. This way, she would enthrall the mating partner and make it nearly impossible for the male to reject her. That’s why you need to fulfill this before the next full moon.”

You were waiting with baited breath, not liking this scenario any more than Peter. “So, you’re saying, Derek doesn’t want to complete the bond?”

Peter rolled his eyes. “That’s all you got from that? No, out of some chivalrous manner, he wants you to initiate it. If Derek had it his way, he would keep himself chained up on the full moon while ensuring you stay far away from him.” He shrugged his shoulders, debating every alternative. “Admittedly, Derek would smell you from across town and it would be pure torture. Sucks to be him, I guess.”

“Sounds dangerous.”

“It is.”

You bit on your lower lip, feeling worried for yourself. “But if Derek will be able to detect hormones, won’t the other werewolves—?”

Shaking his head, Peter replied with an assuring tone, “No, nothing like that. No one will break into your home and try to molest you. It’s like his sensors will be more receptive to yours.”

Still, anxiety remained rooted inside of your body at the thought of what could happen. You shook your head to clear your mind. “Anything else you need to tell me?”

“Okay, let’s talk post-mating. Once Derek has put his mark on you, that and his scent will repel other suitors.”

You tilted your head, feeling your lips twitch. “Sounds great, no more annoying boys flirting with me. By the way, which century are you from again?”

“How about ardent admirers?”

Chuckles left your mouth. “You’re such a poet, Peter.”

The werewolf rolled his eyes, but kept talking like you hadn’t said anything. “Downside: you wouldn’t be able to live apart for long without feeling like you’re going through a cold turkey. Anyway, shared abilities. You’d get his healing powers. To be honest, I don’t know what you would offer him…” A look of disdain formed on his face. “since you’re human.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“But like I say, you’re a damn anomaly since you’re a human mate, so nothing’s set in stone.” Peter relaxed in his seat.

You felt stupid for even uttering the next words. “Will I turn into a werewolf?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Derek’s wolf just wants to keep you safe without changing your DNA in the process. Any other questions?”

Your next words were chosen carefully. “How exactly would we consummate this? And why does this feel like an engagement?”

“Because it is. We had to evolve from pissing on our female’s legs. Anyway, consummation.” Peter nodded his head with his lips pressed together, like he was bracing himself for what was coming.

His voice went higher and his eyes met anything but yours. “Then, you know, the sex happens.”

You nodded, humming quietly.

“Two people joined under the moonlight.”

“Peter, get to the point.”

After a long inhale, he continued listing off the things with his fingers, “Full moon. Some passionate loving. Climax. Knotting. Not going to explain that,” Peter hurriedly answered when he correctly interpreted your look. “And then both will leave their mark.”

“Don’t tell me I need to bite Derek.”

Smugness appeared back on his face. “Oh, you’re gonna want to. And a big chunk too. It’s pure instinct, a ravenous need.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re enjoying this immensely?”

Peter widened his eyes innocently. “Moi? How could you think that? We’re going to be family after all.”

“You want me to talk to him, don’t you?”

“That would be my preference. Just try and talk some sense into him, alright?”

“Jesus, fine,” you groaned out loud, looking forward to the next uncomfortable and stubborn conversation.

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abruisedmuse · 4 years

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Written for @ladywitchling, “Something with Manorian and children” Here ya go babes

WC: 4747

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"Manon, I'm sorry," he said, weaving his silken, slim tie underneath each other. Looping it into a knot pulling it flush against the white-collar, "I didn't think I'd be called in when I told Aelin we could."

Her arms folded tight across her chest. Leaning against the crowning of the door frame. Fixing him a pointed look through the mirror. Holding his gaze, gold meeting sapphire. She watched her husband run his long fingers through perfectly coiled blue-black hair.

"Since it was your suggestion. Why don't you take her to work?" she questioned, surveying the way his solid muscle moved underneath his button-down. Crimson lips pursing as her gaze swept over him.

He simply turned towards her, a lazy smile from a mouth that harbored all sorts of wicked things. Dorian pinned her against the door. A hand settling on her hip. Her palms splayed across his chest.

"I can't or I would. Besides, it’s not for long. Chaol said Duke needs to have a finance meeting immediately, " Manon rolled her eyes, huffing out a response while Dorian brushed his nose along hers, hovering his mouth over Manon's blood-red ones, "Are you telling me Manon Havilliard can't handle a toddler?" If it wasn’t displayed so roguishly on his handsome face, she could hear his mocking smile in the words.

Her lips curled upward, coiling at his tie bringing his lips hovering over hers, “Oh I can. And you will bring me that big bottle of merlot from Wendlyn Wines and sushi when you get home,” She tugged him a tad closer, feeling his breath hot against her mouth. Like the caress of a heated wind kissing her lips.

Dorian dropped a hand gripping her waist firmly. She in turn tilted her head, holding his gaze. His words fell from his lips, tone dark and sensual, “I’ll give you something big alright.”

He closed the short distance between them, nipping at her bottom lip before claiming her mouth. A soft moan came from her, slipping her tongue between his parted lips searching for his. Dorian pressed his wife harder into the door, hearing it smack against the wall behind them. Her hands slid up into the perfectly styled hair all set for a day's worth of meetings. Just when his hands moved to cup her pert ass and lift her. The doorbell chimed ringing through both floors of the house. Breaking apart from each other, both with heavy breaths and blushed cheeks. Manon fixed her loose fitted shirt the color of granite giving him a chaste kiss.

“Finish getting ready. I’ll get her,” She turned to leave their room.

He called out to Manon as she reached the hallway smiling at her with encouragement, “You’re gonna do great.”

“I know."

Dorian knew the way she said it, his wife wasn't so sure.

It wasn’t that Manon had some irrational fear of kids. She simply didn’t know what to do with them. Despite her cousin Asterin having one and Elide having two. Manon had successfully dodged babysitting. Until now. Two years into marriage and the question was like a battering ram. To her and Dorian both. Have you thought about kids? Do you know time is ticking? She was a thirty-year-old woman and they had a few years before “time was ticking”. The happily married couple had discussed it. Plenty of times and the answer was always the same. If it happens, then it was meant to be. The Havilliards were perfectly content with their huskies, Abby and Abraxos. That was their family. Having a child wasn’t on top of their lists. At least for Manon.

For Dorian, the more their friends had children the more she noticed the longing on his face. Whether it was family gatherings, dinners, or birthdays he was always with the kids. Playing whatever games they asked and roughhousing with them. Majority of the time a babe would be in his arms. Or an older child on his hip or his shoulders. The warmth and tenderness would fill her watching him play the role of fun uncle. Knowing how good he would be as a dad. Manon knew her husband only said if it happens to appease her. To let her know it was okay and he’d wait months, years for her to be ready. It seemed now, she would have a test to see if she was. If she’d ever be.

Manon walked out of their room and down the hall, following the loud noises of their dogs barking relentlessly in a chorus of excitement. She shouted at the door, knowing it was Aelin on the other side. Quickly she pulled the sliding glass door open ushering the dogs outside. Closing it after Abby stepped onto the porch. Manon rushed to the front door pulling it open with a twist of the knob. Aelin stood in the doorway, a backpack over her shoulder filled to the brim. Looking more like she was preparing Manon for a hike in the Terrasen mountains and not watching a child. Manon’s gaze fell to the girl, standing up to Aelin’s knee, Keira Whitehorn. Her hair primarily taking after her father. Though thanks to her mother most likely, it was a lighter shade. More of pale moonlight. Close to Manon’s. The girl sported evenly split pigtails that bounced as she swayed behind her mother. Besides the hair shade, she looked practically identical to her. Including the traditional Ashryver eyes, turquoise, and gold.

It was then Manon noticed the shimmer on Keira’s lips and the bright pink on her cheeks. Manon arched a brow at the look. Aelin must’ve caught the confused look in her eyes as she sighed.

“Kay refused to leave until she did her makeup. Because auntie Manon likes makeup. She’s in a copycat phase, “ Aeling said handing over the bag. Manon took it setting it inside her home, “It’s pretend makeup and will come off with water. Anyways, Good Morning.”

She thought most of the kids tolerated her because they loved Dorian so much. Honestly, she believed they were scared of her. Which was ridiculous although given her usual cold appearance understandable. It was never the kids' fault, Manon just had a people tolerance level and after some point, she was ready to go home and be with her dogs and Dorian. He always felt the same, Dorian just had a better way of masking it. Little Keira wanted to copy her, to be like her. Manon could truly say she was touched by this notion.

“Good Morning, “ Manon crouched down to Keira’s level, a softness in her voice that surprised even her, “Not bad, I could give you some pointers if you’d like, I might need a model... If your mother is okay with it that is.”

Keira gasped, eyes widening tugging on her mother's blazer, “Please oh please!” she begged, working her best puppy face.

“Your father would have a fit,” Aelin commented, running her fingers as if in thought before flashing a grin, “but his face would be priceless. Do it.”

“What are we doing?”

Manon heard her husband question as he stepped behind her. Keira shouted his name flying into his arms. Dorian hoisted her up, keeping her on the seat of his hips. Keira’s small four-year-old face lit up as bright as the smile on his. Gone was the seductive prowl of the man moments ago who almost took his wife against a door. Yet, Manon found him equally desirable at this moment.

“Manon’s gonna do my makeup,” she giggled.

“She is?” he quipped, looking over at her. Manon shrugged as if saying, it’s what she wants.

“I have to go. Thanks again you guys,” Aelin kissed her daughter's brow, “Don’t be a terror,” the girl twisted her brows pouting her face, “too much of a terror. I love you and I’ll see you tonight.”

Keira said her goodbyes as Aelin walked away shouting good luck. As she peeled out of the parking lot Dorian slid Keira into Manon’s arms. Manon kept her steady on her hip. She’s held kids before, but the feeling always felt off to her. Dorian pressed a quick peck to her cheek, as he ruffled the top of Keira’s hair musing up the perfectly brushed strands pulled into elastic bands.

“I should go too. The sooner I get this over with. The sooner I can come home.”

Manon nodded, “Remember your promise. Sushi and wine. The big bottle.”

He leaned over growling against her ear that sent a shiver down her spine, “I told you there’s something bigger I’d rather give you,” teeth nipping at her ear. Causing her body to heat at the wanton touch. Prick.

Manon squeezed Keira tightly as she stepped back, shoving Dorian in the shoulder as he laughed, “I'm holding a kid you rutting ass-” he cut his wife off with a quick searing kiss.

“Language Havilliard. There’s a child present,” Dorian quipped.

Manon glared at her ass of a husband. He grinned, his sapphire eyes shining bright in the sunlight. Suddenly his features turned soft and caring. Then Manon knew why he did what he did. To ease her tension. On the outside, she appeared calm and ready for a day with a four-year-old. On the inside, she was still nerve wrecked. Taking care of kids wasn’t something she knew nor understood. In mere minutes it would only be Manon and Keira. When Manon glanced over to the girl in her arms, with pretend makeup on for her. She felt the uneasiness begin to ebb away.

Dorian flashed her a glance that said, If you need me just call, but I think you’ve got this.

Manon placed the young girl down onto the cemented ground, approaching her husband kissing him ever so lightly on his lush lips, "I love you. Have a good day at work,” she responded in the way a loving wife would. Manon whispered into his ear far away from the peering ears of the toddler behind her, “Bring me my wine or that big thing can find your hand tonight.”

His only response was a low hungry purr. Dorian knelt to Keira, wrapping her in a tight embrace as he said his goodbye. How he can be in a state of primal desire and tender to a child in the same breath, Manon didn’t know. Only that her desire and love for him grew. With a wink and an I’ll call you later he left, leaving behind Manon and Keira as they went inside.

“Auntie Manon?” Keira questioned following Manon to the patio door. She didn’t wait for her aunt to respond, “You don’t have to worry. Mommy calls daddy a bastard all the time.”

“I see.” it was the only thing she could muster in the shock of this four-year-old saying bastard. Then again she is Aelin’s child.

After Manon let the dogs in and they kissed all over the little girl. The duo went to their food and skittered off somewhere in the house. Keira flopped onto the crimson sofa as Manon sat next to her. The little girl kicked her feet as her aunt chewed her bottom lip lost in thought. Manon was good at thinking on her toes, but with kids, she was unsure of what to do. Sure she promised her make up lessons. By Aelin’s response, she thought it better to wait until later.

The girl leaned back on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling, “Mama told me you met uncle Dorian on my birthday at the hospital.”

Manon bit back a smile recalling the memory of Asterin's thirteen-hour delivery and the sapphire blue-eyed idiot who wouldn’t leave her alone in the general waiting room, “I did.”

“So you fell in love and married because of me?”

“If that’s what you wanna think kid.” Manon drawled.

Things fell to another beat of silence. Manon was sure the dogs were sprawled out on her bed, napping. The living room felt still and awkward. She could hear the rustle of Keira’s tutu as she moved and twisted angling herself to look at Manon. Manon looked at her from the corner of her eyes as the girl watched her and she could tell Keira had more questions.

“Why don’t you have a baby? Do you want a baby? Mommy says you’re not sure. Daddy tells her it’s none of her business. She sticks out her tongue and then he gives her a spanking,” Keira rushed that all out in a single breath. It was more of Rowan and Aelin then she cared to know.

“Well you’re father is right. It is none of her business and I don’t know."

Manon prayed to whatever God would listen that this conversation would end and soon. She didn’t want to find some child-like way of explaining her fears. Terrified of being a horrible mother. Growing up she didn’t have a mother figure. Her mother and father passed away in a tragic accident. Her grandmother was a hard woman with a cold heart. Because of that Manon believed in the depths of her soul, she would parent with a cold harshness. That wasn’t what she wanted for any future child of hers.

“Babies are cute and funny. You should think about it. Can we watch Frozen and have a tea party?”

Manon furrowed her brows, tapping a finger lightly on her chin, “I’ve never had a tea party before,” she didn’t miss the confused look or the gaping on the small girl, “My grandmother raised me. She wasn’t a tea party kind of person. I learned how to shoot a bow, martial arts, Sword Fighting, which sounds insane now that I think about it.”

Keira’s eyes danced like rays of sun glittering on the clear ocean waters. Her smile grew from ear to ear. If Manon had any doubt this kid belonged to Rowan and Aelin, her excitement over this showed it. With Rowan being an FBI agent in a specialized unit called The Cadre, he knew various skill sets of a violent trade. Aelin took up jiu-jitsu as well as a routine fitness regime. Which Manon knew well being they worked out together. It was no surprise Keira marveled at her confession.

“What would your parents say if I let you play with a wooden sword in the yard?” she grinned.

Keira shot her an incredulous look too much like Aelin.

"I have toy swords all over my home."

"Welp," Manon slapped a hand on her leg, "To the yard. Beat me once I'll buy Frozen and order pizza for lunch. Kids like pizza right?"

Keira nodded jumping off the sofa, speaking with enthusiasm, "Deal!"

Perhaps, this kid thing wasn't all too bad.

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There were no other words to put it. Dorian simply felt bad for his wife. He had a whole day planned for them, but when Chaol called about a meeting his irritating second cousin, Duke demanded to be held today. Citing it needed immediate attention, Dorian had no choice in the matter.

He knew she wasn’t ready for kids if she ever would be. Despite their friends around them growing their families, It suited them both just fine. True, he loved kids. He loved playing with their nieces and nephews during get-togethers, holidays, and the like. A small part of him envied the fatherly joy beheld by Rowan, Chaol, and Lorcan.

He understood the depths of her fears. That it wasn’t the thought of having kids, it was Manon’s inner conflict. The fear of treating her children the way her grandmother treated her, with little love and a brutal life. That thought usually kept her away from kids, even her goddaughter. Dorian despised her grandmother for sowing these feelings so deep into Manon.

When the few times she was with Asterin’s daughter, Stella, or how she was with their dogs, he knew Manon would be the perfect mother. Harsh and stern when needed, yet loving them with such fierceness that even the mere thought made his heart swell with pride. He hoped with two of them watching Keira it would ease that fear. Now he was sitting here in a four-walled office tapping his fingers along the rich mahogany desk and she was home with a child and her fears swirling inside her like darkness.

As he waited for that damned prick, Dorian looked through his emails when the camera icon caught his attention. He might not be able to be with her, but he could watch her. Was it an invasion of privacy? Probably. Would she beat his ass for it? Yes. If he saw her acting like a mother, perhaps he could ease those wicked feelings. It was worth the risk. Clicking the icon and waiting for the cameras to appear he wasn’t prepared for the video that popped up.

There was his wife, her precious crimson blanket passed down from her family on her father’s side, wrapped around her neck like a cloak. Something in her hand, a wooden sword he assumed. Dorian rubbed his palm over his face, keeping it over his mouth hiding his laugh. His wife was in their yard with a play sword clashing against a toddler. Noticing Keira’s hair was now pulled into a braid just like Manon as the small girl charged at her, most likely with a warrior’s cry. His dogs running beside her.

He could envision himself there, with a child of their own running through the yard. With a kid and the dogs trailing behind as he or she chased down their parents. Until they would collide into each other, Dorian tickling the kid while he busied kissing his wife. Abby and Abraxos jumping in on the fun licking whoever they could. Or until one of them fell, like Keira just did of the gravel clutching her legs. He didn’t have to be there to know the girl was crying a wallop of tears falling down her small face. Manon threw the sword down undoing the blanket immediately scooping the girl in her arms and running into their home.

His phone rang as Dorian looked over Manon’s distressed face appearing on his screen. Flicking the answer key he held up his phone smiling at her pretending he didn’t witness the events that unfolded, “Having fun?”

“Dorian I broke the kid," Manon confessed

“Babe you didn’t break her,” he noted the worry hidden behind her golden gaze.

Keira was crying and whimpering in the background. From what he could see, Aelin’s daughter sat on the toilet. Legs propped up, with two bright red knee caps, a deep scarlet slowly trickling down. Manon wiped the blood away once more.

“I already cleaned both knees, but I can’t find any band-aids,” she rushed out, setting her phone down.

Dorian watched as she lowered herself to Keira. Brushing a thumb affectionately over the girl’s tiny hand. The touch he could tell was gentle like a mother’s caress. Manon tucked a stray strand behind her ear.

“You’re a tough girl right?” she said soothingly. Keira sniffled, nodding her head. Manon took a tissue wiping Keira’s tears away, “Tough girls can cry when we get hurt, but we’re strong right?” Another nod followed by a smile from his wife, “ Tough girls dry there eyes because these,” pointing to her knees, “Are your battle scars from defeating the evil witch queen. You should wear them with pride.”

“Okay,” Keira’s voice was barely above a whisper. Dorian was lucky enough to hear it, “We can watch Frozen now? With pizza and a tea party?”

“Soon as I find the band-aids."

Dorian refused to bring attention to what he witnessed. He’d save that for later.

“Manon look on the top shelf in the cabinet. We have a first aid kit in the kitchen too.”

Picking up the phone she replied, “Thanks. I’ll text you later.” and then she clicked off the phone.

Dorian sat in this meeting bored out of his mind. What any part of this couldn’t wait till Monday he didn’t understand. He was only half paying attention to the discussion. His mind on other things as in his wife having a tea party with pizza and Disney films. Being the CEO of Havilliard Enterprises he knew this was highly unprofessional. However, as the man in charge, he could do as he pleased. To which included pulling his phone out and accessing the security cameras of his home. Dorian leaned into the armchair of his cushioned leather seat. Eyes scanning the small squares until he found the camera angled in his living room. If the swordplay warmed his heart, this melted it entirely.

There sat Manon, her back braced against the sofa, tucked in between the base and the coffee table. A box opened in front of her that Dorian figured was pizza. He stifled a laugh seeing she had two coffee mugs on the table and not teacups. It was hard to tell what part of the movie was playing. Seeing Keira twirling around and pulling Manon to her feet, he knew the iconic song that every parent abhorred was about to play. The pride and love in him radiated watching Manon pretend to use ice magic and what he guessed was sing with Keira.

“Mr. Havilliard I had no idea fiances put a smile like that on your face,” Perrington commented in a way that seemed to be a falsified attempt at pleasantries, “Or was I disturbing something important?” he questioned raising his brow.

It was this moment, Dorian knew he’d have enough. This dreadful meeting could wait. He wanted to be near his wife and niece.

Turning his phone off returning it to his pocket as he stood grabbing his blazer from his chair, the faintest glare on his face, “Truthfully Mr. Perrington. I find this immediate finance meeting on a Saturday unimportant. Nothing you have mentioned needed any sense of urgency and could have easily waited until Monday,” Duke went to speak and Dorian held up a hand, “I’m not finished. To answer your question yes you did disturb something important today. If you’ll excuse me I’m going to leave now and we can continue this Monday. Disturb me again when things do not need urgency and you will find yourself out of a job,”

“You wouldn’t do that to your second cousin would you?”

Dorian had to reign in the gag at his pathetic attempt of innocence.

“You mean the same cousin who believes I am unfit to run this company?” Dorian’s smile turned wicked almost lethal striding over to him, clapping a shoulder on the older man squeezing it tightly, “Enjoy your day Duke,” Dorian lowered his head down, “My warning holds. I will fucking fire you.”

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With that Dorian walked away from the grey walled meeting room, leaving a raging Duke Perrington behind. Dorian didn’t care, he was going to go home.

Opening the door with Manon’s favorite merlot in hand, he noticed it was quiet. Too quiet for a four-year-old and two dogs. As if they heard him thinking Abby and Abraxos showed up. Dorian hung his keys on the wall before petting them. He looked around for any movement and saw nothing. The couch was empty and the tv stayed on the rental screen. Settling the bottle on their counter he walked through the house.

“Man? I’m home,” he wondered if they were hiding from him. He did send her a message after all. Maybe they were trying to spook him, “Babe?”

His shoes tapped along the wooden flooring down the hallway. Checking everywhere he could think, even their bedroom. No one. His heart started racing. They weren’t outside and Manon’s car was in the driveway so they didn’t leave. If anyone broke in there was no sign of struggle. Rounding the corner he noticed their library door ajar, though the lights were off. Still, he pressed on pushing against the ivory door. This was Aelin’s kid he should have looked here first.

“Manon?”

Still nothing.

He moved past the various shelves of books. All lined with fantasy, history, and whatever books caught their eyes. Walking past four aisles he wandered into the reading space. In between, two wing-backed chairs he found blankets tied on the knobs of each one, a faint glow coming from within. Dorian silently stepped forward, crouching when he opened the lip of this makeshift tent. Immediately he pulled his phone out to snap a picture before crawling inside.

In the tent, there were pillows scattered across the floor. Manon and Keira huddled in a corner a protective arm wrapped tightly around the little girl. Keira nuzzled into the nape of his wife’s neck. A small hand resting on her chest. Manon’s hand settled over Keira’s hair. Both of them breathing deeply as they slept. Carefully Dorian slipped next to his wife. The tips of his fingers, gingerly running across her arm kissing her brow as he did so. Manon shifted ever so lightly leaning into him. Her hold on Keira remaining tight.

“You’re home earlier than expected,” she whispered keeping her eyes closed.

“I can leave,” he suggested. “And take your wine with me.”

Golden eyes flashed open as quick as she could, Manon turned at him, “Don’t you dare,” she paused, “and my sushi?”

He pulled her and Keira in tighter, his nose brushing along her neck, “I was thinking after Aelin picks up Kay we can order sushi, finish what we started earlier…” he trailed off.

Manon hummed her approval, “practice making a baby,” the way she suggested it gave him the implications she was serious.

He blinked once, twice. His mouth opening several times to speak yet no words would come, until he swallowed thickly as her statement sunk in.

“Manon...Are you serious?” She turned to face him carefully slipping out and away from Keira. Sitting up Dorian followed her movements.

She thought about her day with Keira. From the sword playing to the fear and maternal instincts that kicked in when she fell. Even in her panicked moment how Dorian, unknowing to him calmed Manon. After Manon placed a bandage on her knees, Keira flung herself from the toilet hugging her. At first, she froze surprised by the action, then she returned the hug. Since then she didn't think as a sitter, or an aunt, she thought as a mother. To test it out. Manon pictured her husband with her doing these things, the movies, dancing, innocent duels, and stories in a tent.

When Keira asked for story time in a tent. They built one together, the one they sat in now. It was this moment that truly settled the notion everything would be fine. When Keira snuggled up to her as she read the book about a pig named Olivia. Occasionally Manon would glance over to the empty spot, thinking of this situation with Dorian and a child of their own. It struck her how badly she wanted this. There was an ache, a burn in her chest knowing in a couple of hours and after she does Keira’s makeup, she will be childless again. Until the foreseeable future. And she hated it.

Manon knew not every day would be perfect. There would be days she struggled. That Dorian would struggle. Days where they would argue and days where their kids would be at their absolute worst. Seeing this girl look at her today like she was the world. Filled her with a feeling she couldn’t possibly describe. It was a sensation that made the fear and those soon to be harsh days worth it.

Manon glanced over at Keira watching as she started to stir under the blanket, “Being with her today and you not being here. I kept thinking of what it would be like for us to be doing these things with our own, “turning to face Dorian once more, “I want that Dorian. I want our family to grow. I know on low days as a parent I’ll have you and you won’t let me fall.”

Dorian pulled her into a warm embrace, wrapping his arms around her. Resting his head over hers. Manon ran her hands down the expanse of his back, “I saw you on the security cameras playing with her. I watched you, heard you comfort her when she was hurt. Manon, you will be amazing as a mother and yes I won't let you fall. I'll be here. Always."

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An Heir to Fraldarius

Summary: The Duke and Duchess Fraldarius spend their sabbath in a productive manner.

Rating: MA - Content is only suitable for mature adults. May contain explicit language and adult themes.

Words: 1900

Notes: Just some breeding smut to warm our hearts in these difficult times.

It was Saturday morning, and Byleth made her way into her private parlour as she usually did in those occasions. The place, at the end of the hallway from her chambers, was a small, sunny room with a delightful view to the Ogma Mountains that her husband gifted her upon their marriage, to make it her own as she pleases.

It was Saturday morning, her favourite time of the week. A small smile decorated her face, a sure sign of her good mood, and she was ready to share it with the man she loved so. Lucky for her, she knew exactly where Felix would be.

Every Saturday morning since they had married three years ago, at least those they spend together in Fraldarius, Felix would sit at the kitchen table, a pot of tea next to him, and the backlogged numbers of the Acta Archiepiscopae, the daily publication of the acts and orders of the Church of Seiros, in his hands. While she would hardly classify Fraldarius as the barren north or as a poor dynasty, receiving the newspaper was an ordeal, and it was hardly a necessity for them to have it delivered by Pegasus messenger every day.

Sure enough, pro forma, Byleth found him there now, sipping on his bitter, stimulant tea. His white tunic had the buttons undone, probably as a result of some tossing overnight, and the sleeves were rolled to his elbows. His face was complemented with a pair of wire-framed reading glasses perched on his nose, a small frown in between his eyes as he focused on the article he was reading.

“Felix, dear.” Byleth said as she approached, placing a hand on his broad shoulder as she passes.

He looked up at her, his eyebrow raised, and waited for her to continue, his mind clearly still in the paper. His single-minded focus was both a blessing and a curse at times.

She sat in the chair next to him, watching him carefully. “It is day fourteen.”

“Day fourteen?” He replied in a puzzled voice. “No, it is the nineteenth of Lone Moon. The fourteenth was Monday, we went out for a ride along the river after mass, remember?”

Byleth could not help but smile at how absent-minded Felix could be. She stood up, pushing his newspaper to the table and climbing up onto his lap. He gave her an indulgent smile as she pulled off his glasses and kissed him, letting her tongue slide across his lips and then into his mouth. The swordsman’s hands gripped her hips, and he groaned as she ground herself against his dick.

“Byleth…” He breathed. “What…”

She brushed her lips against his ear, and then whispered to him. “Put a baby in me, Felix.”

“Oh.” Felix uttered the single word in understanding, and his smile widened and turned wicked. “Day fourteen.”

With one smooth move, he had bundled her in his arms, stood from the chair, and let her warp them both to the Duke’s chambers, to the welcoming four-poster bed that seen them made many of an attempt by now.

If Felix had had his way, they would have tried for a baby as soon as they were married. While he was anointed as the new Duke Fraldarius, and so in permanent need of an heir, he had an uncle and many cousins to fill this role for as long as he wanted them to. No, his desire was not born out of necessity, like many a noble in Fódlan, but rather of a queer instinct to see the woman he loved most carrying his son.

Alas, Byleth needed some time for herself first, she needed to get a hold on what would be her role in the Church of Seiros for then on, and she said it would do well for them to enjoy the first few years of their marriage without the added responsibility of a child. Felix had been happy enough to follow her lead, as she was very persuasive when she wanted to, and there was no rush, after all.

As much as the Duke accused and complained about the animalistic inclinations of his sovereign, he was no different when it came to his wife, and so her future pregancy was always on his mind. Even with them both taking contraceptive herbs, when he came in her he fought the urge to hold her in place around his cock, to give his come little chance to escape from her.

Now that they were trying for real, Felix was happy to fill Byleth completely, to fuck her again and again until his seed took hold and his baby began to grow in her belly.

They landed in their room, still tangled in each other, and the blue-haired man lifted her easily and threw her down on the bed. He quickly stripped his own clothes off, the Duchess leaning back on the mattress and watching him. She made no move to remove any of her own clothes, knowing full well that Felix liked to do that himself.

He climbed up onto the mattress and crawled on his hands and knees over to her, a predatory look in his dark blue eyes.

“I am going to make you come for me, then I am going to fuck you until there is a baby growing inside you.” He promised, kissing her belly lightly over her clothes. “You are going to look so beautiful when your belly gets big.”

He started to undo the buttons on her shirt, pushing the material aside and kissing her stomach again, this time on her skin. Byleth sighed and her hands found their way into his hair, stroking his head the way he loved. He paused a moment against her warm skin and then kissed up along her ribs, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra before pulling that and her shirt off completely.

Felix made quick work of pulling off her skirts and smallclothes, his fingers trailing her entrance and sliding into her, teasing her with his fingers before swirling around her clit and kissing her neck and her breasts until she clenched around him and came with a cry of his name.

She reached down to grab his cock in her hand, thrusting a few times until he was breathing heavily against her, all thoughts gone from his mind except the urge to sink himself deep inside of her.

“I want you to take me now.” Byleth whispered, her lips brushing his ear. “Come inside me, give me your heir. Let me carry the Fraldarius heir for you, Felix.”

Felix groaned helplessly. She knew exactly what he wanted to hear. He had been in thrall to her wicked words ever since admitting that nothing got him hornier than the thought of getting her pregnant, of seeing her body blossom as she carried his child.

She shuffled under him and clasped her legs around his hips, opening herself to him and guiding his dick towards her.

“Fuck me, Felix.” She pleaded, and he sank into her with one long thrust.

Byleth moaned and arched her back underneath him, pushing her breasts against him, her hands once again curling in his hair.

“Goddess, Byleth.” He said in a strangled voice. “You feel so perfect. So fucking perfect.”

His hands grasped her waist, holding her in place as he fucked her, harder and harder as she panted and tightened around him. He knew full well he was not going to last much longer, and when Byleth scratched her nails down his back he was done.

“Fuck!” He groaned as he buried himself into her cunt and held her in place, breathing heavily as his come poured into her. “You feel that, sweetheart? Feel my come filling you up.”

He collapsed against her and nuzzled against her neck, keeping himself locked in her. “I am going to stay inside you, not letting any of this escape. I want to keep you filled with my come until you are filled with my baby instead.”

“I love you, Felix.” Byleth whispered, cradling his head against her voluptuous breasts. “You are going to be such a great dad.”

Felix kissed her alabaster skin, feeling himself soften inside her but not wanting to move away. Sometimes the ache for getting a child onto her felt physical, almost painful.

“As much as I love the trying, and I do love it so…” Felix murmured as she carried on stroking his long hair, which came undone during the intense lovemaking earlier. “I cannot wait until it really happens.”

Byleth’s hand on his head stilled, and he lifted his head from her body to look at her. There was a spark of something he could not quite place in her eyes.

“About that…” She began evasively, her fingers tracing distracted patterns on the back of his neck. “I may have lied when I said it was day fourteen.”

Felix’s breath hitched in his throat.

“Dearest?” He asked quietly. “Is something on the matter?”

She looked down at him, her minty eyes finally meeting his. Her lips quirked slowly, almost shyly.

“It actually more like weeks…” The green-haired woman whispered conspiratorially. “Eight weeks, give or take.”

For a moment they were silent, Felix not trusting himself to speak straight away.

“We made a baby?” he asked in little more than a hopeful whisper, his hand dropping to lightly rest on her stomach.

Byleth’s smile, a rare display of the wide variety, was blinding. She traced his cheekbones with her fingertips, trailing them against his lips.

“We made a baby, Felix.”

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What a Wicked Game {13/15}

Killian met her in a pub on a rainy night in March. Going inside was only supposed to be a way for him to avoid the rain and fight off the demons in his head. It was a place for him to pass through, not stay. But then he was charmed by a blonde woman with a quick wit who had absolutely no interest in him or who he was.

That was a first. It was also the beginning of Emma Nolan helping to bring him back to life. It was the beginning of everything.

Five years later, with their worlds crumbling around them, Killian can’t help but wonder if this is the end of the peace they have known now that his family knows about his relationship. It wouldn’t be a problem if his father wasn’t the King of England.

rating: mature

a/n: thanks to @captainswanbigbang for making this possible, to @resident-of-storybrooke for being the best cheerleader/proofreader, and to @captainsjedi for making me beautiful artwork and also being a wonderful cheerleader!

This is the last *official* chapter. The next two are epilogues to honor the original story and it’s epic crazy epilogue. 💕

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-/-

November 10th, 2018

Elsa gives birth to a girl.

It happens quickly, a quarter past five on the morning on November tenth, and the text wakes Killian from his slumber to find a picture of Elsa holding a small, red-faced child named Elizabeth.

Princess Elizabeth Amelia Zara Jones.

Lizzie.

“She’s beautiful,” Emma whispers over Alex’s head as his small limbs kick into Killian’s stomach like they’ve been doing since he was dropped off last night by frenzied parents.

“She looks demonic right now.”

“Stop,” Emma hisses with a roll of her eyes. “All babies are the most gorgeous creatures on the planet. You’re not supposed to point out that they can look demonic and be unattractive.”

“If it’s not my child and I’m not saying it to the parents, I can say whatever the hell I want.”

“And if it is your child?”

Killian reaches his hand over to tug on Emma’s waist, pulling her closer to him so that her freezing feet tuck between his calves and they won’t wake Alex with their whispering. “Now, Swan, we’ve talked about this. We’re just practicing with our naked sleepovers. No babies are going to be involved.”

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“Not right now,” Emma huffs, but he can see her smile. “Can you believe Elsa and Liam have another baby?”

“Aye. Known it would be happening for awhile now. Elsa’s ever burgeoning stomach gave me a few clues.”

If she didn’t have a toddler between the two of them, he knows that she’d slap his shoulder over his cheekiness and maybe a little bit to get back at him for accidentally slapping her earlier. Instead she reaches across Alex and cups Killian’s cheek, thumb running across the bone.

“Do you remember the night you told me Elsa was pregnant again?”

He does. He remembers how distraught he was over thoughts of this child growing up in the same way he had. He’d shown up at the pub a complete mess and tried to get Emma into bed instead of talking through what was bothering him. But she’d known him so well, knows him so well, and made him talk about what was bothering him instead of drowning himself in her and in alcohol.

That was only six months ago, and his world has flipped on its head several times since. It’s so much that he barely knows what to do with any of it. Really, all he knows is that he’ll never have to worry about Liam treating Lizzie in a different way than how he treats Alex. Brennan will never understand or realize how awful he is and how backward his mindset can be, but that won’t truly matter. Not when Alex and Lizzie have incredible parents who aren’t going to fall into the trap that this family seems to keep falling for.

Not when they’re going to change everything about this family so that future generations will never go through what they’ve been through.

Emma. All of this is because of Emma.

She’s changed his world.

(And is changing a monarchy.)

“Yes,” Killian whispers back to her.

“So much has changed since then. Everything really. You and your family are an actual family, babe. A family with issues and that one awful relative that we’ll pretend doesn’t exist, but there’s also so much love. It’s amazing.”

“It’s all because of you, Emma.”

She laughs, so quiet so as not to disturb Alex in this hushed conversation, and he knows she’s going to brush it all off.

“I mean, I was at the root of some knock down drag out fights, so I wouldn’t say that.”

“I would.”

“Killian, if the relationship you have with Liam is better, that’s all you. You fought for what you deserved, no matter how hard it was, and I’d like to think that you’ve got a winning strategy.”

Except for with his father…

But no matter, this woman next to him with red pillow crease lines on her cheeks and tangles in his hair continues to change his life, and if it wasn’t for Alex between them and the day he knows he has ahead of him, Killian would get the engagement ring out of his shoe in the closet and ask her to marry him right now.

Having that ring made while they were broken up was the most idiotic idea, but he thinks much like Emma and her lightning bolt tattoo, a part of him knew that it would all be okay.

Best stupid decision he’s ever made.

“I love you. I think I might love you too much”

And it’s true. As sentimental and slightly vomit-inducing as it might be to some, he does love her so much that his chest pangs.

He loves her not simply because she is beautiful and a light in his life who makes him laugh even when he doesn’t know how anymore. He loves her for the way that she enjoys watching stand-up comedy even when it’s bad and stops her runs to dance along to the music playing through her speakers. He loves that she is kind to others and compassionate about those who she cares for, and he loves the energy she brings to her own life. He loves her not for what she does for him but for who she is. She’s Emma, a mess of good and bad qualities.

She’s brilliant in a multitude of ways.

And she’s here and not going anywhere. He’s not going anywhere either. It’s a constant reminder between the two of them, something they both need to hear, but Killian knows deep in his belly that they’re not going to go through another separation again.

Will they have other shit to deal with? Of course. But they’re doing it together.

“Not possible,” Emma murmurs before kissing his nose. “I love you, too. I’m glad you won’t call our babies ugly even if you think they are.”

Killian laughs loud enough this time that Alex stirs between them and groggily opens his blue eyes, looking between he and Emma. He stretches his arms above his head and kicks Killian’s stomach before turning into Emma and wrapping himself into Emma like the little traitor he is.

“Emmy,” he giggles, pressing wet kisses over Emma’s face. “Emmy is here.”

“Yeah, buddy, I am. How do you feel about going to take a bath? You and Killian need one before we go visit your new sister.”

“Noooo.”

“Yes,” Emma confirms, squeezing onto Alex and scrunching up her nose. “Especially Killian. He’s smelly.”

“Oi,” Killian scoffs. Every kind thought he had about this woman has disappeared in that exact moment, but he can’t wipe the smile off his face. It’s been a good morning. A good few weeks really. “I’ll have you know I bathe quite frequently thank you very much.”

“Then you’ll have no problem taking a bath right now.”

-/-

Emma is visibly nervous when they arrive at the hospital and are surrounded by people, fans and photographers alike. Her leg tapping up and down is shaking the entire car, but she doesn’t say anything in protest to getting out. When he asks if she wants to stay inside, she shakes her head and turns in the backseat to unbuckle Alex from his car seat before exiting the car to a loud clamor of voices.

The press have a field day seeing Alex walking into the hospital holding Emma’s hand, all of them calling out questions and trying to get Alex to pose or wave for the cameras. When Emma picks him up, resting him on her hip and telling him to wave, he happily complies as long as Emma waves with him.

Good. That’s a good start.

As they’re nearing the stairs a photographer yells out, “Emma, why is Prince Alexander walking with you and not Killian?”

Killian thinks Emma won’t answer. Her relationship with the press is abysmal as best. It was like that before the accident, but ever since, she’s hated them even more. He has too. All of the ones here today may be here to celebrate the birth of a new member of his family and may not mean any harm, but it’s easy to clump them all into one category.

They could have killed the woman he loves all over a picture, and Killian will never forgive anyone for that – not the press, not August Booth, no matter any of their motivations. If the three of them were able to go inside today in a different entrance, there would be no question as to how they would enter the hospital. At least no one is asking about the bloody breakup. That’s been a constant topic every time he’s stepped out into public lately.

Small wins and all.

“To tell you the truth,” Emma begins, shifting Alex on her hip. She’s talking to the people, the ones who aren’t holding professional cameras and microphones, and that makes a bit more sense to Killian. “Alexander here is always telling me that he loves his Emmy more than he loves his Uncle Killian because I know where we keep the good cookies…I mean, biscuits. Still getting used to the change in vernacular no matter how long I’ve lived here. That one will always throw me off.”

“Biscuits,” Alex joins in, raising his hands in the air and then rubbing his belly, causing the reporters and the crowd to roar in their laughter.

“Killian can’t give them to him because we hide the biscuits from him. He’s got a bit of a sweet tooth, you know.”

“Well, that’s why I love you, darling,” Killian teases. “Because you’re so sweet.”

“He’s also apparently got a thing for cheese,” she tells the crowd, throwing a wink at him. And he should have known that she would tease him when given the opportunity. Her heart has to be hammering in her discomfort, but she’s trying her best to be a part of his world.

There are parts of him that are still so fucking livid that he doesn’t know how to function seeing the flashes and hearing the clicks of the cameras, but he knows that he can’t do anything about it. At least not now. Right now all he has to worry about is making sure that Emma and Alex are safe.

Killian leans down to give her a quick peck, making Alex cover his eyes with his hands like he does nearly every time, and he can hear the laughter mixed in with the clicks of the shutters on the cameras. Some will be mad that Emma came with him to the hospital, but those without a stick up their ass will see the moment as a simple every day, family moment. He doesn’t care what anyone thinks, and if they have something to say, every press privilege for an official will be revoked in the snap of his fingers. He’s glad she’s here. Always.

After making a few more pleasantries and waving goodbye, the three of them are ushered inside by Graham, who is almost scarily professional while working. The man is an old friend and Ruby’s boyfriend, but no one would ever know that for the job he does.

Good.

They can be mates at dinner or when he’s off duty. For now, Killian wants the assured protection for his loved ones.

“My boy,” Liam greets once they’re in the maternity ward and away from most prying eyes. “I have missed you.”

“Papa,” Alex squeals, squirming out of Emma’s arms to run to his dad and be swooped up into his arms for a bracing hug. “Emmy gave me biscuit.”

“For breakfast? That’s nutritional.”

Emma huffs and crosses her arms over her chest even as Liam walks toward her and brushes his lips over her cheek. “He had oatmeal for breakfast. We just happened to be talking about biscuits outside. How’s Elsa?”

“Tired, happy, wonderful,” Liam laughs with genuine joy, eyes reddened from lack of sleep and tears of joy. “She just woke up from a nap to feed Lizzie, and I know she’s chuffed to see you all.” Liam turns his attention to Alex now. “Are you ready to meet your new sister?”

“She’s here?” Alex gasps. “Not in tummy?”

Killian chuckles and shakes his head. They went over this on the ride here and this morning, but the concept might be too big for a toddler to understand.

“She’s here, Alex, and I know that Mummy is ready to see you again. She’s missed you.”

Liam starts to walk away, Killian walking with him, but then he notices that Emma hasn’t moved from her spot, and Killian makes some half-assed excuse about letting Liam take Alex to see the lad first and that they’ll join them later.

“Hey,” he says to Emma, cocking his head to the side, “what are you doing? Don’t you want to go see Elsa and Lizzie?”

“I just...I need a moment.”

Killian arches a brow, but she doesn’t see it. Instead, she closes her eyes and leans back against the wall, her chest visibly heaving.

“Tomorrow or in a few hours or at some point in time,” Emma whispers, eyes still closed, “Elsa is going to walk out that door in heels and a pretty dress with a newborn in her arms and be photographed within an inch of her life. She’s still going to be wearing a damn diaper under a five-thousand-dollar dress, and I...I…shit. The people don’t scare me, but the press does. I flinch at the sounds of the cameras, am constantly worried that someone else is going to chase me or want something from me and I - ”

Emma opens her eyes, the green watery. He’s got no idea what’s happening, and he feels like he should.

He knew she was nervous when they were in the car, that it was a big deal for her to come with them today, but he foolishly thought she’d made it through the experience unscathed.

“I know that it’s an adjustment,” she continues, “and I’m only just learning, but I...if we have kids, I don’t want them on display like that. I don’t want myself on display. I don’t want to disrespect your customs and traditions, but I also want to respect myself and our kids. They shouldn’t have to be terrified of the click of a camera like I am right now.”

“Emma - ”

“I’m fine,” she sniffles, wiping her eyes. “I really am. That was just a lot outside, and I’m tired and I wanted to let you know how I’m feeling because that’s something we’re working on. I - ”

Killian steps forward and tucks her hair behind her ears, swiping his thumb across her cheeks to wipe away the little flecks of mascara. “It’s a process, my love, and if you think I’m not still fucking angry over what happened to you, you’re wrong. I’m livid. It’s not going to be something either of us get over in a blink of an eye or possibly ever, but I will do everything in my power to protect you and these hypothetical children and dogs or cats or even lizards.”

“Lizards?”

“They’ll get their own security guard too.” Emma laughs and leans forward into him until her face is buried in his shoulder. “I’d go to the end of the world for you. Every damn day.”

“That’s dramatic.”

“I try.” Killian rubs his hand over her back and kisses the side of her head. “Thank you for sharing what was going through that head of yours.”

“Thank you for not making me feel like I’m crazy.”

“I’ve given you a pass on that for today.” Emma huffs into his shoulder, and he kisses her hair again. “Are you ready to go into the hospital room now or do you need more time?”

“I think I can handle going to see that ugly baby you were talking about earlier.”

“Please don’t tell them I said that. I did not call Lizzie ugly.”

“It was implied.”

Emma gasps when Killian lightly taps her ass, but he doesn’t get to see the look on her face since he’s quickly walking ahead of her toward Elsa’s hospital room. She catches up, slapping his shoulder before hooking her arm around his and holding onto his elbow.

When they walk into the hospital room, Elsa is sitting in the bed wrapped up in a robe with her hair in a bun, and she’s holding both Lizzie and Alex while Liam sits at the edge and quietly talks to all of them. Killian feels like they’re intruding on a moment, like this isn’t meant for him and Emma.

His brother is a good but broken man, and Killian is happy for him. For all of them.

“They look so happy,” Emma whispers in his ear before placing her head on his shoulder.

“Aye,” he agrees. “I think they are.”

“Would either of you like to hold her?” Elsa asks them, waving them into the room even though Killian thinks they might need to slink away to give them privacy.

“Can I?” Emma asks, voice small as if she wasn’t just directly asked.

“Of course you can,” Elsa answers, motioning for Emma to come closer. She carefully hands Elizabeth over to Emma, the both of them cradling Lizzie’s head. “She’s wavering in and out of sleep.”

“Oh, she’s so beautiful, Elsa,” Emma compliments, running her finger over the covered swaddle of Elizabeth, before tacking on, “and Liam. I guess you possibly had something to do with this, though I think she’s likely to get all of her good looks from other members of the family.”

Liam laughs, actually laughs at Emma’s tease, white teeth flashing in an exuberant smile that Killian has rarely seen in his life.

Well, he’s seen it lately. A lot actually. But he’s not accustomed to any of this yet.

His brother is his friend and is capable of joking with Emma. It’s pretty much some kind of miracle even if he knows it’s through a hell of a lot of hard work and tough conversations.

If he looks back too quickly, Killian will get whiplash.

“I think that sounds about right,” Liam chuckles, moving over to stand next to Killian and throwing his arm over Killian’s shoulder. “You best hope your children get their looks from you and not this one here.”

Emma’s face flushes red, but she doesn’t say anything back, just shoots Killian a timid smile and mouths “he’s right” to Killian. She throws in a wink just for extra emphasis. Killian is hit with a sense of want – want to have children, want to have those children with Emma, and want for those children to look just like her – that he has to stifle, just winking right back in response.

They’re not ready. They can talk all about future plans and wants for that time, but they’re not ready. They’re still so young, and they have all of the time in the world to figure things out. They’ve just gotten back, and he doesn’t want to rush anything.

But it’s undeniable how incredibly, stupidly jealous he feels of Liam for getting all of this.

Is it possible to be genuinely thrilled for someone and jealous all the same?

Elizabeth starts fussing in Emma’s arm, a slow cry that’s only going to get bigger, and he watches Emma hand the baby back to Elsa and sit down on the bed to talk to Alex, who is absolutely enraptured with his sister. Killian wonders just how long that’s going to last before Alex is absolutely cross with all of the attention Lizzie will be getting.

“She’s doing so well,” Liam says suddenly, arm falling from Killian’s shoulder.

“Elsa? Yeah, she seems to be doing great, the tough lass she is. I’ve never quite understood how women are able to give birth.”

Liam just chuckles, shaking his head. “Brother, when a man loves a woman - ”

Killian gently slaps his brother’s shoulder. “You know what I mean.”

“Aye, I do. I can’t quite understand it myself. I think they might be magical. And Elsa is incredible, bloody amazing really. I’m forever in awe of her. It’s just that I was talking about Emma. It takes a strong woman to stay with the two of us despite our lives, and we’ve found some of the good ones. I’m sorry for everything before. I can’t say that enough.”

Killian doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to deal with hearing everything he’s ever wanted to hear from his brother yet again, so he redirects the conversation. “So a little lass, huh?”

“I’m already out of my league.”

“You’ve been batting out of your league for your entire life, brother.”

Liam barks out another laugh. “Was that a baseball term? Have you ever seen a baseball game?”

“I’m dating an American whose father is obsessed with baseball, so I think you can fill in the blanks.”

Killian doesn’t want to intrude on Liam and Elsa, knowing just how exhausted Elsa has to be and how special this time is, but then Liam is asking if Killian and Emma would like to stay with her while he takes Alex home to be with his nanny and to keep his schedule from deviating too much. They insist that they can watch him for the day, but Liam and Elsa both would rather him be home and don’t want to burden the two of them.

It’s not a burden at all.

But that’s how Killian ends up holding Lizzie as she sleeps, little sputtering noises escaping her lips. She doesn’t at all look like a little red demon now, and he was wrong to have said that earlier. He thinks they’ll be rather good mates.

“I think she likes you,” Emma whispers, trying not to wake Lizzie or Elsa.

“Well, I’ve been told that the hair all over my body makes me comfortable to sleep on.”

“Whoever said that is brilliant.”

“Aye, I think so.”

“Do you think we should put her in the bassinet?”

“I’m scared that if I move it’ll disturb her.”

“It won’t,” Elsa mumbles, still mostly asleep.

He and Emma both quietly snicker, and carefully, Killian stands from the couch and walks to the small rolling bassinet, placing Lizzie down. She doesn’t startle or wake up, and he takes it as a win.

“I’m going to go get some tea or coffee, love. Do you want something?”

“Coffee. See if you can charm a nurse to get you the good stuff instead of the ones at those stations outside.”

Killian winks. “I’ll try.”

When he walks outside the hospital room door, he nods his head in acknowledgment to Elsa’s security and his own, telling Graham that he’s going in search for coffee, and Graham directs him to a small coffee and tea station around the corner. It’s exactly the bitter stuff he didn’t want, but since he doesn’t see any nurses or doctors to charm into letting him use the good pots in their lounges, this will likely have to do.

He got so little sleep last night that he’ll take anything with caffeine to bring a little life back into his eyes and his body.

Just as Emma’s disposable cup is filling with bitter coffee he knows she won’t drink without copious amounts of creamer, there’s the sound of doors opening and the loud clatter of footsteps moving down the hall.

It’s his parents and their security.

Shit.

He didn’t think they’d come for a few more hours.

“Killian,” Allison blushes, her smile growing in size as she scurries through the hallway to embrace him, her frame so small in his. “I didn’t know you were here.”

“Aye, Emma and I brought Alexander to see his sister and mum a few hours ago and have been keeping Elsa company while Liam takes Alex home.”

“Well, that is a wonderful surprise. We knew Alex and Liam had gone home for a bit, but I didn’t know you were here. I can’t wait to see my new grandchild.”

Killian pats his mum’s back before pulling back and kissing her cheek. “She can’t wait to see you. Why don’t you go on to the room? I want to speak to Dad for a moment.” Allison raises her brows. “I’ll be fine. Go meet your new granddaughter.”

Allison nods and steps away from him, and Brennan begins to do the same until Killian places his hand on his chest and keeps him from walking down the hallway.

“Do you need something?”

Killian swallows and sets his shoulders back before directly looking in his father’s eyes, ones he’s never seen show kindness to him, ones he doesn’t expect to.

At this point, he doesn’t want that. He doesn’t need that. He’s not looking for the approval of this man.

“I’m going to say this one last time,” Killian begins, clenching his jaw to keep himself as steady as possible, “and if you don’t listen, I will go through with every word I’ve ever said about exposing you and ruining that pretty image you like to keep up.”

Brennan’s jaw clenches, but his age shows on his face instead of his anger. “You’re my son. I don’t have to listen to you.”

“There are hundreds of people out there, each of them with a camera on their phone. That doesn’t even take into account the news outlets. In less than two minutes, I can ruin you. Do you understand that?”

Brennan blinks and looks away before turning back to face Killian, no emotion on his face. It must be from years of practicing or possibly years of uncaring. “Go on then.”

“I’m marrying Emma. I don’t know when, but I am. When that time comes, you will sign every necessary piece of paper and approve every detail of the wedding. You will lie and say that you’re happy for me because it’s good for your image, and you will not fight with us behind the scenes. You don’t have to like me or Emma, but you will not continue to cut her down. I won’t let you, Liam won’t let you, and I can guarantee that Mum won’t have it anymore.”

“Anything else you’d like to command of me today or are you done asking for things I don’t have to grant you?”

Bastard.

His father is a bastard, but Killian is in this now. He’s not backing out now.

He’s not losing Emma again.

“Emma will get a full team of security protection under your personal pay until we’re married and she can legally have the same arrangements as the rest of us, you’ll agree to cut off any press from official events if they try to slander or attack her again, and you will release statements to have her protected so she doesn’t almost fucking die again. She could have died because people wanted a picture of her, and I will not stand for that again. These aren’t negotiations. These are demands. Any kind of protection Elsa has, Emma will have as well, whether we’re married or not.”

“How do you - ”

“No negotiations,” Killian repeats, refusing to back away from his father. “I’m happy to help set all of this in motion for you if you need me to. I’ve been working on a few things. I’ll send them to your office tomorrow.”

When Brennan doesn’t say anything and doesn’t move from his sport, Killian raises his brows and inches closer. “Do you understand? Stepping out of line will have repercussions for you, and threatening me will do you no good. I’m willing to step away from the cushions of this life. I’m not dependent on the coin purse and the good publicity. You are.”

“None of this is going to be pretty for you. The public will continue to despise her and think that everything she does is wrong. Every misstep will be magnified, and your popularity will plummet.”

Killian scoffs and shakes his head. This man is never going to get it. “The beauty of the whole thing is that I don’t fucking care about any of that. I am going to choose Emma every time. I’ve never loved this lifestyle or craved the approval of the press like you. I’ve never wanted any of this. I respect the history of our family, and I can guarantee that Emma and I will do our best to honor that. However, we’re forging our own path with our own family, and if I end up having to leave this family later for Emma’s well-being, there won’t be a second thought to it. Now go greet your new granddaughter. I hope she never has to know what a bastard you are.”

Brennan nods his head before quickly stepping away and storming down the hallway, the swinging doors quickly closing behind him with his security following after him. Killian needs a moment to breathe, to calm himself, because there’s a pretty good chance he could vomit right now.

That has to work.

That has to be the final time. That has to be the nail in the coffin and the thing that gets them moving forward. He can’t move backwards. He can’t.

They can’t.

Moving forward and moving on to something real and concrete is what he needs, what Emma needs too, and that has to work. Getting knocked down on his ass again isn’t an option.

Emma getting hurt again isn’t an option.

May his father have one modicum of decency. Or really, may he be so damn scared of losing public favor that he complies. That’s Killian’s ace up his sleeve, and God, he hopes it works.

(It’s going to.)

“You having trouble working the coffee machine?”

Killian huffs and turns his head to look down the hallway to see Emma walking toward him. “No, I think I’ve got it figured out, but I believe the coffee I made for you may be cold by now.”

“Guess you’ll have to make me a new one then.”

“Guess I will.” Killian opens his arms, and Emma walks right into them until she’s nuzzled into his chest and his chin is resting on her head. “Did you see my Father?”

“I did.”

“Did he speak to you?”

“There was a slight nod.”

“Of course,” Killian scoffs, rubbing his hands up and down her back as she does the same to him. “I just gave him an ultimatum, finally, and God, Emma, I hope that it works.”

“Me too. We’re going to be okay. I don’t know how, exactly...I just know, okay?”

“Yeah,” he whispers, kissing the top of her head, I know that too.”

They only linger in the hallways long enough to fix one new cup of coffee before a nurse rounds the corner and offers to take them to the lounge where they have the good coffee and tea. He didn’t even have to charm someone to get the stuff that wasn’t going to be acid in his stomach, and he’s thankful for small miracles.

He’s also thankful for Emma. She has every right to be angry or closed off or even nervous as hell when they go back to the hospital room where his parents are. She’s not making some herculean effort to make conversation with his dad, but she’s also not letting him push her into a corner where she can’t enjoy being around people she loves.

Killian’s been learning to do that his entire life. Emma has nearly perfected it in a few months.

Emma nudges his shoulder, and he looks down to see a napkin in his lap. God, he’s missed passing napkin scribblings back and forth with each other. He’s got a box full of them somewhere in his apartment.

Your mom has been looking over at us with “please fuck and give me grandchildren” eyes for the past ten minutes.

He snickers and leans in to whisper in Emma’s ear. “I’m sure there’s somewhere around her where we could get that done.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“You’re the one who said my mum was thinking about us fucking.” Killian brushes his lips over the shell of Emma’s ear, flicking his tongue so that goosebumps rise over her skin. “Would you like to go home now?”

“I would.”

Killian tucks the napkin in his back pocket and stands from the couch, holding his hand out to Emma behind him. They say their goodbyes, both of them kissing Elsa’s cheeks and running their finger over Lizzie’s stomach, before telling his mum not to hog the baby for too long. It takes far longer than it should for them to take their leave, but eventually they’re walking back to the entrance of the hospital with Graham in front of them.

“Every time this door opens for the next two days, all of these people are going to think it’s Elsa stepping out. There’s going to be shouting and photographers. Can you handle that?”

“I know,” Emma tells him. “And I can.”

Emma threads her fingers between his, her palm as warm and soft as always, Killian sucks in a deep breath, and he hears Emma do the same. “You ready to go, my love?”

She squeezes his hand, the tightness lingering a second too long, and answers, “I’m ready.”

-/-

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Sunburn [Prince Zuko] 38

Warnings: Cursing, Blood, Violence, Death? Rating: PG-13 /M? Pairings: Zuko/OC

Sunburn Chapter M A S T E R L I S T My fan fiction M A S T E R L I S T

Appa bellowed loudly as the skies he flew turned red.

Katara, Tsai and Zuko approached the Fire Nation’s Mainland soaring the crimson skies, wind strongly beating against their faces, fear and anticipation building up in them as their emotions stirred.

Zuko had an apprehensive look on his face, Tsai looked fearful as they both starred at the grim predicament, they were in. Katara was eyeing both of them from the side. The three of them huddled on top of Appa’s large head.

“Don’t worry guys. We can take Azula,” Katara said reassuringly trying to squeeze an ounce of optimism from either of them.

“I’m not worried about her,” Zuko responded with a frown. “I’m worried about Aang. What if he doesn’t have the guts to take out my father? What if he loses?”

“Aang won't lose. He's gonna come back” Katara stated confidently, then she looked straight ahead again. "He has to. He told Tsai himself.”

“Right?” Katara turned seeking for some reassurance. Who simply kept her eyes glued to the main land in the horizon. This was it, the red ashen skies from her nightmares. “I can feel it.” She confessed. “The comet…”

Her stomach churned with unease. She could feel its energy making her heart beat faster, her heart pound harder and faster against her rib cage.

Xxx

Fire Lord Ozai leapt off the zeppelin and landed on a pillar before Aang. His menacing golden eyes narrowed as he stared down the young Avatar that stood before him.

As promised Aang had returned from the Spirit World to defeat the Fire Lord and bring an end to the war.

"After generations of Fire Lords failed to find you, now the Universe delivers you to me as an act of providence."

"Please listen to me." Aang spoke steadily, staring at the Fire Lord pleadingly hoping they could reach a peaceful agreement. All of his surroundings engulfed in vibrant flames from the Fire Lord’s attack which burned ardently consuming everything in their path. "We don't have to fight. You have the power to end it here and stop what you're doing."

"You are right." Fire Lord Ozai deliberated, his lips curling at the corners in a malicious sneer, "I do have all the power. I have all the power in the world!"

Ozai tossed his head back and hellish amounts of flames erupted from his wide-open mouth and hands as he roared. Aang shut his eyes tightly for a moment before shifting into a defensive bending stance. If the Fire Lord wasn’t going to give him a choice…

Xxx

The Fire Nation’s Royal Plaza stood abandoned. Not a single soul to witness the coronation of their rising Fire Lord. The skies were painted in that horrendous shade of mandarin.

Azula knelt wearing a set of elegantly crafted regal robes. Her head lowered and eyes closed. Behind her stood a handful of Fire Sages, all with their hands hidden in their cardinal sleeves.

"...By decree of Phoenix King Ozai," The crowning Fire Sage who stood behind her spoke the ceremonial words loudly as he held up the Fire Lord’s head piece crown. "I now crown you Fire Lord-"

The Fire Sage grew silent. His eyes widening at the incredible sight. Azula narrowed her eyes and turned to scowl menacingly at the distracted elder Fire Sage.

"What are you waiting for?! Do it!" Azula pressed urgently.

Hearing a loud bellow, Azula snapped her head in the direction of the noise and witnessed a flying bison soaring over the plaza landing directly in front of the staircase from where she knelt with the Fire Sages. Appa landed with a heavy thud and she saw her brother standing on the bison’s large head.

"Sorry, but you're not going to become Fire Lord today." He stated determinedly as he jumped off the sky bison's head and faced his sister. "I am."

Azula let out a mocking laughter and held onto her stomach as if it was the funniest darn joke she had ever heard. "You're hilarious."

“I see you brought back something that belongs to me.” Azula added with a malicious grin as her eyes landed on her ‘pet’. “I’ll admit. Your betrayal was painful, but I’ll have time to teach you some new manners.” She glared at the girl with the red hair, her eyes burning with grit.

Tsai stood tall next to Zuko a deep scowl on her features hands clenched at her sides in resentment.

“You’re a monster Azula.” She cried out angrily.

Azula flinched a little. Those words they weren’t hers, they were her mother, Ursa’s bitter words. Her golden eyes widened slightly in injure. Schizophrenic words echoed in Azula’s head. Everything was a lie. Her mother. She had pinned them all against her, confused them, conditioned them into hating her just like she had.

“You’re a monster Azula and I won’t hold back this time!” She threatened venomously.

"You're going down." Katara said standing beside the two Fire Nationers.

The three braced ready to attack. The Fire Sage behind once again raised the head piece crown ready to crown her-

“Wait,” she raised a hand signaling him to stop the ceremony.

The Fire Sage stepped back and Azula rose to her feet stepping forward. "You want to be Fire Lord?” She sneered at her older brother. “Fine. Let's settle this. Just you and me, brother. The showdown that was always meant to be. You win you get the throne. However, I win and I…" Her mouth stretched into the beam of an unstable person as she began laughing uncontrollably in unstable loud fits. The later part of her bargain left unsaid.

"Agni Kai!" She roared eyes blazing.

Zuko was gritting his teeth as he starred down at his sister, his knuckles turning white from tightening them so hard at his sides.

“You’re on.”

Azula’s lips stretched into an evil smile.

Katara turned to look at him surprise. "What?" “What are you doing? She’s playing you.” She said in disbelief. “She knows she can’t take the three of us so she’s trying to separate us.”

“You can’t be flipping serious?!” Tsai turned to look at Zuko in equal shock almost pulling at her hair. “I know that the Agni Kai is sacred and what not- but- You cannot be serious. We can take her down, the three of us. Together.”

“I can take her,” Zuko repeated frustrated.

“I know you can,” Tsai sighed. She didn’t doubt his skill, she just wanted to be helpful. “But we came here to help you.” “We came because you yourself admitted to your uncle that you’d need help facing her!” Katara added.

"I know." Zuko replied softly without taking his eyes off his sister’s. He took in her appearance. There was… something off about her. Azula looked unbalanced. Almost unstable. Feral. Her hair had been shredded and poorly chopped. The look in her eyes the one of a lunatic. "But I can take her this time." He reassured both girls who exchanged a concerned look. “There's something off about Azula. I can't explain it, but she's slipping." He closed his eyes for a moment and looked at the girls that stood by his side. ‘Well obviously! She’s officially lost her mind!’ "And this way, no one else has to get hurt..." He finished.

Tsai felt agitated and looked at him with worry. “Trust me,” he said looking at her unwavering. Zuko wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something happened to either of his friends. Specially to Tsai… A determined glint glowing in his eyes. She looked at him with worry and slowly nodded accepting his decision.

Moments later Zuko and Azula stood on opposite ends of the Capital’s Plaza kneeling back to back. Zuko stood up and turned around. Across from him Azula mimicked his pose and casually dropped her Fire Lord robes off her body with a careless hand toss.

“I’m sorry it has to end this way, brother.” She smiled at her brother cruelly her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“No, you’re not.” Zuko stretched out an arm assuming an offensive fire bending stance narrowing his eyes at his opponent.

Tsai and Katara stood on the side lines. One was fidgeting uneasily as she witnessed the terrifying unraveling scene.

“Calm down,” Katara kept whispering in reassurance trying to help her friend get a grip of herself and her volatile emotions. Azula's looked demented as a wicked smile stretched across her features. She moved forward with her hands up, leering at him through her spread out fingers. She wasted no time in attacking spinning in one fluid motion and thrusting a fist forward shooting out an illuminating blast of blue flames at her brother.

Zuko raised his hands up and leapt forward bringing his arms down fire bending two waves of blazing fire from each hand. The fires merged together and shot forward, colliding with the blue flames in a great wall of flames which extended all across the plaza.

Katara and Tsai could feel the heat of the flames radiating, the blasts whipping at them. “Stand back,” Tsai said stepping protectively in front of Katara knowing that if anybody could take the heat it was her.

Azula leapt forward as the flames dissipated and kicked a blast of fire before consecutively kicking wave after wave of blue fire at her enemy. The fight continued for some time now. The fire of the fight leaping off into all nearby buildings, licking and consuming everything in its way with destruction.

Tsai felt ill seeing all of the destruction unfold before her. She didn’t even want to think about what must be happening in Ba Sing Se, or in the air fleet or if Aang had even made it back in time to take down the Fire Lord.

The fighting raged on, neither of the siblings backing down. Zuko focused on Azula thrusting a fist forward releasing a powerful blast of fire that collided with hers. The flames so great, so massive that they filled and burned all the way across the Royal Plaza. The force of the ignited blast slowly pushing Zuko backwards as his feet slipped. The two stopped simultaneously and Azula looked back eyes wide shocked that her brother had actually managed to do so much damage.

She wouldn’t lose.

She took a ragged breath, one fueled by a consuming fear and rage. She was supposed to be stronger than him. She was supposed to be Fire Lord. She was supposed to be perfect.

Azula took a step back and performed a roundhouse kick blasting herself up in the air in a jet of blue flames which she then swung down at her brother’s direction. Zuko managed to expertly spin right before the flames reached him and split the ocean of fire in half. The flames dispersing before him.

Azula heaved and panted heavily, she gritted her teeth and seethed in boiling rage. This was not possible. She would not lose. The sight of her brother appearing so calm and collected drove her over the edge of sanity.

Still standing across from her he thrust a flame full fist forwards and launched massive fireballs at Azula. The two balls entwined becoming one powerful blast which Azula narrowly avoided. It had been close.

Katara heard Tsai curse under her breath. As she protectively pushed her behind her body, shielding her from any lost flames that might come their way. She starred with her eyes glued to the prince with unnerving attention. Her anxious hand tugged at her sun stone necklace nervously.

The princess growled and propelled herself forward gliding forward rapidly using fistfuls of fire jets shooting from both her extended limbs. She didn’t hesitate in blasting fistfuls of fire towards him. He lowered his hands and firebending a powerful blast he leapt high into the air avoiding Azula’s attack. He spun mid-air bringing his heel down shooting an arc of flames which blocked her blasts. He landed and pressed his hands together bringing them down in one swinging motion which split right through Azula’s wall of blue fire.

The two girls on the side gawked with wide eyes. Tsai knew that Zuko was a powerful bender but this… She could have never imagined this level of mastery over the art.

He crouched with his arms extended as kaleidoscopic flames of blue, orange, red and violet wisps swayed surrounding him. Azula swerved rounding near him and shot without mercy a tail of blue flames tailing at her feet.

He defended himself by firebending a massive sphere of flames around himself as a barrier against the fireballs she shot as she circled around him. Growing sick of being in the offensive he spun on the floor creating several swift kicks that created a powerful ring of fire. Azula tried to stop in her momentum from crashing into the flames and tried counteracting the incoming flames but failed.

She let out a loud grunt as she violently fell forward, rolling across the floor and bouncing a few times before rolling to a painful stop. Azula was determined and panting with ragged breaths she stood up hunched over growling in race. An untamed mane of hair came undone her predatory eyes fixed on her brother.

"No lightning today?” Zuko taunted as Azula straightened out a deep scowl on her face. Her eyes grew dark and hollow at her brother’s gibes. “What's the matter?" Zuko called out, his angrily thrusting his palm forward. "Are you afraid I'll redirect it?"

"Oh!" Azula snarled still heaving as she straightened out her back; shoulders still dropped to the sides. "I’ll show you lightning!" She screeched in frustration.

Azula waved her arms and pointed fingertips in circular motions as she prepared for a lightning attack. Her movements were grand, yet sloppier than usual. Electricity charged around her as a crackling atmosphere of lightning surrounded her. Zuko took in a deep breath and extended out an arm ready to receive the impact from the lightning.

A wicked grin, the one belonging on the face of a maniac, made her skin seem almost paper like. Her eyes turned into slits as she focused on her brother- Her eyes turned to the colonial girl that stood in front of the waterbender. Azula’s smiled stretched further making her face ache. Taking someone’s life was easy… Breaking someone’s spirit? She couldn’t wait to see the look on her brother’s face. Azula had never been one to share. If she couldn’t have her neither would he.

“Sorry pet…” She said to herself.

Azula thrusted an arm forward her fingers aimed directly at Tsai.

Electric zapping erupted from her fingers.

Zuko’s eyes widened in horror at the realization.

Tsai pushed a petrified Katara behind her back. The sparks of blue lightning reflecting on the irises of her eyes. She starred at the incoming bolt bracing for the impact to strike. His blood ran cold. he turned and using every ounce of strength he had to run towards the lightning. It all happened so fast. He lunged forward leaping between the lightning strike and the girls.

"Noooo!" Zuko shouted, extending out his finger catching the lightning in midair. Zuko absorbed the lightning, the electricity aggressively crackling around him. Katara and Tsai watched struck in horror.

Tsai rushed forward instantly. Her heart throbbing. Breath shaking. She looked up at the red skies, the raining ash. This was it. Her vision. Her nightmare. Zuko hit the ground, lightning shooting out of his other arm and into the air above. Tsai watched in dread as his body violently jerked and twitched. Blue static still lingered and seem to jump off his skin as the remaining current of electricity coursed through him. He groaned as he twisted in excruciating agony. He brought his legs to his chest and rolled on his back clutching his chest.

“Zuko!” She let out a soul-splitting shouted before reaching him. “No, no, no, no…” She whispered repeatedly. Then stood back when a whip of lightning cracked before her feet. She winced and looked up, teeth gritting.

Screw tradition and sacred Fire Nation rituals. Azula was a liar and a cheat. She was going down.

“Katara…” The colonial girl said slowly. She raised one of her legs to the back and slowly pulled out the last knife she kept hidden under the sole of her foot. She twirled the small knife in her hand, the one that Azula had once stabbed her side or her shoulder with she had forgotten which one was which. She could feel a raging fire burning inside of her. She was more than eager to return it. This was for everything she had ever done to her, all the spoken and unspoken abuse she had disclosed, all the things she had done to Zuko, to Iroh... “Heal him, please...” She said looking over her shoulder. “You have to save him. No matter what happens.”

Katara protested.

“Promise?” She turned for a moment and looked at Katara with hard eyes. Faltering the girl nodded, ceding to Tsai’s wishes.

Azula stumbled uneasily on her feet, her head lolled to the side making her resemble a possessed doll. She cackled manically and advanced preparing to strike again.

Flames crackled around the plaza as Zuko struggled to get up, painfully groaning as he did.

Tsai eyed Azula warily. Long-distance attacks were not her forte and she didn’t have any hidden blades, smoke bombs hidden or other tricks hidden up her sleeves. All she had was a small knife. It’s not like she had a choice. She’d stop her even if she had to do it with her bare hands.

She huffed as she ran towards Azula summoning all the courage she could. Azula laughed evilly blasting a bolt in her direction. She ducked almost falling but continued to advance. Azula leapt up in the air doing a roundhouse fire kick landing with a blue fire blast and again blasting a bolt of lightning.

Smoke rose up in the air from the hit.

Tsai threw herself at the ground quickly rolling away kneeling. She looked back and saw there was enough distance between her Katara and Zuko. Katara had reached Zuko and was now healing him with her waterbending powers.

“I’d really rather out family physician look after little Zuzu. If you two don’t mind.” Azula cocked her head to the side. Her eyes fixed on her injured brother and the Southern Water Tribe girl. She took a powerful stance and did circular motions ready to blast. Lightning fired from her fingertips gravely missing and instead hitting a nearby roof which exploded making more ash and ember rain.

Azula sneered looking down at the girl that held her arm up. She winced slightly at the small shock that coursed through her body making the ends of her hair stand up erected. “I’m not scared of you.” Azula laughed cruelly almost mockingly. “You should be.” Tsai spat back angrily ignoring the small burn that had blistered in her hand.

Her hand wrapped around Azula’s fingers intertwining them in a deathly grip. Azula’s eyes slightly widened as her enemy’s face turned into menacing expression, eyes growing dark. Azula attempted pulled away from her grip but failed. Azula saw her enemy’s other hand come down in a slicing motion.

She fought back blocking her hand and in the same expertly motion hitting Tsai’s face leaving behind scratch marks. Azula once again attempted to pull her hand away but failed. She could feel Tsai’s nails burying into her skin, scraping into it, drawing blood from the tightness.

Azula couldn’t lightning bend if she couldn’t perform the circular motion that allowed her to separate the yin and the yang form her energy. Something Tsai had learned from witnessing Iroh attempt to teach it to Zuko back when they journeyed through the Earth Kingdom.

Tsai winced and in turn kneed Azula in the stomach. Azula bent over in pain and raised her head about to headbutt her enemy when the opponents head came down both of their foreheads butting together. Azula recoiled as a single string of blood split down her forehead dividing it in two. Her opponent’s forehead was bruised, stained with a dark smudge of blood.

In a desperate attempt to set herself free Azula blasted fire from her heels and both of the girls moved across the plaza in a macabre dance of cobalt flames.

“Why won’t you let go?!”

“What’s wrong?” Tsai chuckled darkly as they moved. “I thought you wanted me to hold your hand.”

Azula’s eyes had narrowed into dangerous slits as she kicked up in the air. Tsai lost her balance and fell back still holding Azula’s hand in her own in a constricting grip. Azula pinned her enemy to the ground in a most demoralizing position. Tsai’s hand was numb from holding onto Azula’s so damn tightly, regardless she continued to dig her nails into her skin. Both of their palms now sweaty.

“You pesky half-blooded colonial peasant!”

One hand bound the two girls together the other became a tug of war as the knife was pointed more towards the girl on the ground. Tsai swallowed thickly, heaving as she saw the knife coming down.

“I pity you Azula, I really do…” She spoke in a strained voice through gritted teeth. Azula’s knee digging into her chest. “You’re a monster and because of that you will always be alone.”

“I could’ve given you everything!” The other roared loudly, her voice cracking, spitting at the girl below. “And you abandoned me! Just like her.”

Azula spoke referring to her mother. “But that’s okay.” She said in a softer tone, one that was somehow more terrifying than an angry one. “You don’t know any better. I know she got to you first. I know she told you to leave. Just like you she always preferred Zuko over me...”

‘What the fuck is she talking about?’ Tsai looked at her stumped by Azula’s breakdown.

Zuko watched in anguish and frustration from the opposing side of the of the plaza. He stretched out a hand in the direction where his sister had Tsai pinned down to the floor. Both fighting over a knife. He groaned in pain his chest aching in a burning ache. Katara’s eyes were focused on his fatal crimson wound. Beads of sweat sliding down as she focused her energy on saving the Fire Nation’s prince.

“I see now. The truth. The only thing standing between us.” Azula’s face twisted into an ugly scowl as she snarled. “This is fine. I hope you enjoy this as much as I will.” Azula’s eyes turned to her brother and Katara and she laughed with malice, the intent to kill behind her words.

Tsai’s lips drew into a thin line and she trusted her hips forward making Azula lose her balance collapse forward almost falling face first to the ground. Azula hoisted herself up with a hand letting go of Tsai’s knifed hand. Without wasting another moment, she did what she had been thirsting for months. Nothing could beat the satisfying feeling of sinking the knife into Azula’s back shoulder. Azula let out a cry and Tsai quickly rolled out from under her letting go of her hand. Quickly standing up. Concerned she turned for one moment to look at Katara and Zuko.

For one single moment.

It was only one moment…

“Watch out!” Katara shrieked.

Tsai turned and let out a painful scream before collapsing. She felt a crippling slicing sensation on the back of her foot specifically on her Achilles tendon.

“Bold of you to assume I don’t carry my own.” Azula smirked evilly before dropping her own knife on the floor.

Azula rose slowly, her injured shoulder slumped as she removed the knife on her back and also dropped it to the floor. She kicked the girl before her to the ground and stood on her neck digging her heel into her windpipe. Tsai choked and gasped for breath. Her hands clawing at Azula’s leg. “Sorry pet.” Azula cackled manically as she stretched her arms into arches triumphantly preparing to strike her thunderous victory.

“Azula… don’t… do... this…” She pleaded as she gasped for breath. “Please.”

This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. Tsai’s eyes bounced around the scene. She had to do something. Anything. Her hand stretched further and further for a nearby knife. Her fingertips barely scratching at it. She choked on her breath. Gasping for air. With a trembling hand she wrapped her fingers around the knife.

Azula aimed, pointed and fired.

Xxx

Darkness engulfed the world.

The sky blended from crimson to a starless lightless sky. The planet felt colder, emptier.

Mecha stood outside the entrance of the throne room in Yu Dao ready to face his father. He felt an internal swift and not the good kind. He looked out of a nearby window and saw the darkness his lost eyes lingering there for a moment as he thought of his sister with worry.

xxx

Ba Sing Se was also flooded by the same cloak of darkness.

The conflict between the Fire Nation military occupying the Earth Kingdom capital and the White Lotus continued to rage. When suddenly several Fire Nation tanks rolled to a stop. They opened for fire, but nothing happened.

The group stopped and looked up at the dark skies… Iroh noted something was off as he felt something falter inside of him.

Xxx

Aang sheltered himself inside of a sphere made out of rocks that he had made to protect himself from the Fire Lord’s blazing flames. His cruel worlds still echoing through his head.

"You're weak! Just like the rest of your people. They did not deserve to exist in this world, in my world." How those words stung on the one-hundred anniversary of the genocide of his people. "Prepare to join them. Prepare to die!"

The hot rock cocoon shock, pebbles breaking from its crust as it was struck by fire making the inside turn into a boiling sauna. Aang held his head between his knees. His breathing sharp and rapid as terror filled him. Every fire strike becoming hotter, closer. Beads of sweat slid down his forehead.

"Come on out Avatar!" Ozai roared through his cruel laughs. He sent several curved fire blasts at Aang’s shield before sending a straight blast at it directly. "You can't hide in there forever!"

The fire kept on coming. The shield wouldn’t last this long. The fire kept coming and coming-

Until it didn’t.

Aang felt as if something inside of him die. A mew disbalance in the universe suddenly shifting in his favor. Unsurely and breathlessly Aang slowly opened his eyes and removed his arms from the top of his head.

The fire… It was gone.

Xxx

Katara stood ready to try and counter anything Azula threw at them. The sky grew dark and that same darkness suddenly engulfed them. Zuko’s jaw went slack he felt as if something inside him die. He felt weak. Weaker than he’d ever felt. Something inside him perished.

Nothing happened.

Azula looked down at her finger’s with confusion and anger before pointing again. Nothing. Was she losing her mind? This wasn’t possible. She felt faint. As if something had been taken away from her. She stretched out her palms and firebended but nothing happened.

Her expression was contorted into one of fear and disbelief.

She heard a faint huff and looked down to see a haunting smile on Tsai’s smug expression. Azula removed her foot and she saw her trembling hand holding a blade that was sticking out of her chest. She gasped for air vehemently coughing for breath.

“No!” Azula dropped to her knees.

She looked at the body on the floor, her own body trembling. Her hands reached for the knife, but she couldn’t bring herself to touch it. Azula’s unstable mind raced. Tsai hadn’t done this, no, not her, not her pet. It had been her mother. Her own cruel mother that wanted her to suffer. It was her. She was the one to blame. She’s the one that had buried that dagger on her heart.

Katara rose to her feet an aggravated expression on her face. She looked at the dark skies above, it was just like that day in the Northern Water Tribe. Her eyes lingered on her injured friend across the Plaza. She had to save her, help her…

However, she’d have to take care of Azula before that.

“Azula!” Katara shouted gathering handfuls of water on her arms.

The princess looked up a horrified look on her face and impulsively yanked the blade out of the body on the ground. Tsai winced and brought her hand to her chest rolling over to her side. Azula stood quaking holding the small knife a fearful look on her face before turning and running the opposite way.

Katara chased after her.

Zuko stretched out a hand helplessly. Pain shot through him all the way to his core and he brought his arm back to his injured chest.

“Tsai…” He groaned in agony. He curled his hand around his body and painfully turned on his side.

He could see the girl laying on the ground across the plaza. Her eyes were shut tightly in a painful expression, her hand clutching the bleeding wound on her chest. ‘No, no, no, no…’ It took every ounce of strength he had. Every bit of his body ached sorely as he crawled across the plaza’s stone floor. His body scrapping as he did. His heart breaking. He kept on saying her name, mind and heart racing.

He crawled one hand before the other until he reached her after what felt like an eternity.

He was aching and with agonizing grunt he managed to sit up. He cradled her body holding her, wiping the hairs that stuck to her forehead back.

“Tsai… Why-why would you do this?” He said forcefully. He placed a hand on the open wound pressuring it. His hands hot and wet with the dark blood that felt like hot oil against his hands. He had no more strength left in him as he felt his soul splitting.

“It was the only way.” She whispered before violently coughing a line of blood trailing down her jaw.

Her eyes were opened but she couldn’t see anymore. She felt him holding her close, cradling her close to his body.

“Why are you acting like we’re going to die?” She croaked out weakly.

She could hear his ragged breathing. She felt him press his wet face against her own. He was violently shaking. She closed her eyes for a moment.

“I’ve got…”

He shook his head. “Don’t say it Tsai. Please,” he said in denial his voice breaking. “Please don’t…”

“I’ve got it.”

She went silent. Her body stiff in his arms. Her own hand slid off her chest limply falling to the floor. He looked at her and let out a shuddering breath.

Xxx

Katara stepped over a sewer grate. Azula held a knife over Katara’s head lunging forward ready to attack a crazed expression on her face. The waterbender leapt backwards and flung her arms up bending the water from beneath the plaza’s drains up and around them freezing it as it enveloped the two of them in the shape of a small glacier.

Azula’s eyes widened in panic and darted around as she stood petrified inside the icicle that encased her and her madness. She tried with all of her strength to move her hand but failed.

Katara closed her eyes and calmly exhaled, the ice surrounding her melted away allowing her to move freely while the princess remained encased and immobilized. The waterbender raised the metal chain she was holding and moved around Azula wrapping it around her extended arm, removing the knife, and wrapping it around the other arm securing the chain down to the grate with both arms behind her back; successfully immobilizing the enemy.

Xxx

Zuko’s eyes were shut tightly. He silently cried holding her body in his arms not wanting to let her go. When he was suddenly taken back by a glowing light. His eyes opened and he saw she was radiating with a bright red light. Not the usual golden that he was familiar with whenever she became attuned with her spiritual side.

Katara looked back from the distance her expression mirroring his. Azula raised her head from the grates she was currently chained to carefully observing the scene.

The light was bright almost blinding and the plaza trembled as a massive dragon, its scales red like blood, with a gold beard and striking eyes stretched out its wings. Its roar made the Fire Nation tremble as it blew a stream of hot fire into the air. Its large eyes focused on Zuko and Tsai for a moment. It emitted smoke out of its nostrils and roared in ire before turning in the direction of Katara and Azula. It’s long tail swinging and angrily slapping against the floor.

Katara cautiously stepped away from the beast, hands raised up defensively. In an attempt to show she meant no harm or offense to the creature. Azula struggled against her bindings attempting to inch away from the ferocious creature that was approaching her.

“No.. No.. No…” She shook her head in disbelief. Dragons weren’t real. Dragon’s didn’t exist. The creature huffed; embers sparked from its mouth as it opened it to reveal dozens and dozens of large knife sharp teeth.

Both Zuko and Katara looked away from the scene that was about to occur. The only sound that could be heard were Azula’s horrifying shrieks as the dragon scorched her alive.

The dragon turned towards Katara and did a brief pause of judgement. It starred at her, its eyes menacing and unblinking. She stood paralyzed, her breath trembling and after a moment the dragon silently retreated back to the center of the plaza. Katara followed running behind it breathing harshly.

The dragon stopped before Zuko and Tsai. Again, it seemed to gaze in judgement. It bowed its head slightly almost like in reverence. Zuko could hear its fuming breaths as he inched closer and closer. Its massive red snout nudging him. He tried his best to hold the girl close to him, to shield her away from the creature.

The beast huffed lightly a deep low rumbling croaking emitting from the creature.

“You have to let her go Zuko,” Katara spoke softly placing a hand on his shoulder. Zuko looked at Katara and then at the calm expression of the girl he currently held in his arms. Hesitating, almost doubtfully he lowered her body. Careful with her head not to hit the pavement. Laying her down gently. Using Katara’s help he rose to his feet and stepped back holding his own aching body. His lost gaze fixed on the body’s on the ground.

The dragon stretched its snout forward and sniffed the body. An odd expression on its face. It almost looked… irked? It placed a heavy claw on top of her before arching its neck and letting out another loud roar. One that made Katara wince and cover her ears. Coming down in one smooth motion it breathed a burning stream of fire down to the girl. Her body engulfed in flames. Zuko and Katara stepped back starring in awe.

Xxx

“You stupid girl.” Huo hissed angrily.

The dragon stood in an emptiness of limbo, where the dead and the undead met. The veil between the two worlds thinnest. It was a dull place lit by a warm light.

“You could’ve killed us both.” It scolded the soul before him. “Do you know what that would’ve meant? For you? For the world?”

“You said it,” The girl stood before the dragon with a smug smirk on her features. “Could’ve. I knew you wouldn’t let me down.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “You had a choice. Now we’re tethered for life.” She raised a brow. “Why’d you do it?”

“Because…” The dragon hissed rounding her. “Together we are amongst all things fire, power and life…” It finished with a huff resting its massive head next to her in an endearing manner.

“I think you secretly like me.” She laughed a little petting its muzzle. Huo rolled its golden eyes and let out a puff of smoke irritated.

“After this, we will part our separate ways, but now a part of me will always be with you.”

She nodded slowly and embraced the dragon.

“Tsai.” A male voice made her eyes snap open. She looked up raising her head in disbelief. Jumping to her feet.

He stood before her and the Sun Spirit. He was tall and stood with a straight back just like she usually did. Long face, brown eyes and a short white beard. He smiled a little his eyes crinkling.

“Grandpa!” She rushed to him her eyes watering and embraced him tightly. He stood relaxed and slowly he embraced his grandchild back. “Grandpa! What-What are you doing here?” She said wiping her lost tears from her eyes.

“This is the veil between the two worlds. Figured it was kind of early for your visit. I see you’ve met Huo.” He said nodding his head over to the dragon. “You two know each other?” She said looking between them. Again, the dragon looked away irritated. Sencha, her grandfather, smiled a little. “Of course. Him and your grandmother were together for a long time.”

“And you never told me?” Tsai let go of him and stepped back. “It… It wasn’t the right time. I wasn’t expecting my heart to suddenly give out like that, but then again one never foresees these things coming.” He said stroking his beard sagely. “You see, my son…” He combed his long white hair on the sides. “He’s beyond reasoning. Azah never saw beyond what the Fire Nation was. What war was. Always so focused on bringing pride to the mainland… Why do you think I never stepped down from the Governor’s post? I couldn’t have let you know with him around. Who knows what my son would’ve done…”

Tsai nodded in understanding. Honestly, who knows what he would’ve done. Would he have turned it in to the Fire Lord? Would he have kept her locked inside the walls of Yu Dao for his own vile intents and purposes? “And you?” She turned to look at the dragon with an irritated look. “Really? You couldn’t tell me?”

The dragon simply turned away from them.

“Huo gets sentimental when thinking about his old hosts. Big old softie, aren’t you?

The dragon grumbled puffing out a cloud of smoke. “She actually had some brain matter. Unlike this one.”

“Hey!” Said girl protested turning to glare at the giant lizard behind her.

“I fear we don’t have much more time but know that we will never be apart. Those who leave us never truly leave us. I hope you know that.” He smiled at her.

“Wait-“ She said. “Before you go. Grandpa your dream the one of uniting two nations into one… I don’t think that’s the best idea. I think we can do better. I have a new dream that I want to accomplish.” She said determinedly eyes blazing.

“The things that I’ve seen- that I’ve lived. Can you believe the things that non benders and benders, fire, earth, water and air all came together and the things that we have accomplished… Can you imagine what that would be like? If all nations were as open to embracing the other.”

“I look forward to seeing it,” he beamed looking down proudly at his favorite granddaughter.

“Before I go…” His grandfather looked at her seriously, his lips turning into an upside-down U. His tone and pose completely shifting to a defensive one.

“That disrespectful ill-mannered clod that came to throw a tantrum on the day of my burning. I don’t like him.” He said precariously.

“No one liked him grandpa. Not even I did, but he’s changed. He’s hardly the same person.” She explained trying to excuse Zuko’s inexcusable behavior from the day they met.

“People might change but their natures don’t. Don’t be a fool Tsai. He is troubled and I sensed he will always be. Especially when reasoning right from wrong...”

She remained silent at her grandfather’s words. Unsure of how to proceed. How to persuade the ghost that her loved one’s intentions were noble.

“In love, one always starts by deceiving oneself... And ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance." He added wisely hiding his hands into his sleeves. There wasn’t a strand of sympathy on his features.

“If you knew him, you’d love him. Just like I do...”

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“Look!” Katara pointed at the skies.

The skies suddenly cleared. Light returned to the world as a dak mantle was revealed and a starry dusk was revealed. Fire benders felt a missing essence return to their being. Zuko could feel the fire inside him be ignited once again. Both him and Katara exchanged a confused look and watched as the gigantic dragon before them took flight soaring into the distance until it vanished. Both looked back down to see a glowing light. Just like in the Sun Warrior Island Tsai’s skin had turned golden and appeared to be emitting light. The ends of her hair had turned into golden and white wisps almost like rays of light.

Both Zuko and Katara dove to her side when they heard weak groaning. “Ow…” They heard a low moan. Slowly, painfully with a fully aching body the girl sat up. She clutched her head to the side, a splitting headache hurting her. Katara had brought both of her hands to her mouth and looked at the girl with teary eyes.

She looked at Zuko with her ruby colored eyes who was staring at her in disbelief. He dropped to his knees, kneeling beside her speechless.

“I tried to tell you I had it under control.” She said with a small smile.

He didn’t respond instead he lunged forward wrapping his arms around her tightly burying his head on her shoulder. Ignoring the pain that ached on his flesh wound. She hugged him back lightly. Before he winced from the pain.

“That’s right. You’re hurt,” she said looking at him with concern lightly touching his torso. “A-And you?” He said getting his voice back. “I’ll be just fine.” She smiled despite the sting she felt in her middle abdomen.

She sat up a little, sore, and turned her attention to Katara.

“Come here, both of you.” She said stretching her arms forward hugging them both tightly.

Both felt a rush of power surge through them and hugged her back. Katara felt the numb pain from fighting Azula vanish and Zuko felt the open wound on his chest heal. She cured them both with the energy that she could.

“That’s right,” Katara said in awe pulling away from the embrace after a moment. “The sun is life.”

Zuko held her tightly, unable to let go, his head still buried against her hair. He swayed lightly not letting go both of them now sitting on the ground.

“Zuko you can let go now” She said rubbing his back soothingly. He shook his head. Tsai looked at Katara feeling a little self-conscious at the public display of affection. “Come on,” she whispered in his ear.

The glowing ceased from her body as she returned to normality abandoning the spiritual state. Her eyes reverting to their natural color and hair to that odd shade of auburn red.

“Don’t do that again.” He said painfully through a strained tone.

“Or what?” She teased in hopes to ease the morose mood in the room. “You’ll come to the Spirit World and find me?” She laughed lightly.

He finally pulled away and grabbed onto her the hem of her shirt roughly. “I’ll walk to hell if I have to!” He said irately. Fixing his intense gaze on her. His face close to hers.

“Have I told you that you look cute when you’re worried?” She teased. He looked away irritated. He hated it when she said that to him. Leaning forward she kissed his nose and again hugged him. “Ugh… You can be such a child sometimes.” He grumbled annoyed, despite it all a smile on both of their faces. Relief washing over both of them at the realization that the fight was over.

Azula starred from a distance. Her skin scorching in bright red from the dragon’s flames. Her breathing rapid, short, and she burst into savage cries throwing her head back spitting blue flames from her mouth as she writhed in both pain and misery, writhing against her chains in hopes of breaking free. Moments later she had collapsed on her side, her good side, the one that hadn’t been burnt off by the creature and she sobbed uncontrollably. Broken.

The trio starred from afar in pity. Katara turned her gaze away uncomfortably. Zuko and Tsai starred with no emotions as the princess continued to shriek in enraged cries.

xxx

AN: Nobody: Me: Next chapter will be the final chapter! 🤡 (15 chapters later...) I just finished typing the last chapter. It was almost 20,000 so I had to split it into 2. Next chapter is the LAST. (Thank the Spiritsssss)

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Fic: The Rebellion of Adrien Agreste, ch. 7

Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Lila Rossi, Jagged Stone, Plagg, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Luka Couffaine, Penny Rolling, Anarka Couffaine, Rose Lavillant, Juleka Couffaine, Kagami Tsurugi, Alya Césaire, Chloé Bourgeois, Wayhem, Nadja Chamack, Nathalie Sancoeur, Sabine Cheng, Tom Dupain, Tikki, Fang, Principal Damocles, Caline Bustier, Ms. Mendeleiev, original minor character, Alec Cataldi, Lila Rossi’s Mother, Sabrina Raincomprix, Roger Raincomprix, Mylène Haprèle, Le Gorille | Adrien Agreste’s Bodyguard, Nino Lahiffe, Nooroo

Tags: Lila Rossi salt, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Teenage Rebellion, Swearing, Bad Parent Gabriel Agreste, Crack Treated Seriously, Lila Rossi’s Lies Are Exposed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Luka Couffaine Needs a Hug, Paparazzi, Parentification, Marinette Dupain-Cheng Needs a Hug, Gabriel Agreste Needs an Aneurism, Uncle Jagged Stone, we’re all queer here, the spirit of punk is sometimes just being allowed to be yourself, Kagami Finds Her Groove, punk rock fashion, Savage Kagami, Marinette protection squad, Good Parent Sabine Cheng, Good Parent Tom Dupain, Protective Kagami Tsurugi, Protective Luka Couffaine, Bisexual Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Pansexual Luka Couffaine, Sharing a Bed, Pet Names, LGBTQ Character, LGBTQ Themes, Instagram, Bullying, Social Media, Anxiety, Makeover, Hugs, will cure your acne, Face Punching, Bad Ass Juleka Couffaine, Rumors, Protective Juleka Couffaine, Protective Adrien Agreste, Lawyers, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Holding Hands, accountability, mental health, Jagged Stone’s well-paid pet shark, How to Make the Evening News, Sexy eyeliner for days, one fish two fish Lila is a screwed fish, How to have fun and piss Gabriel off, Fuckery, sweet litigious karma, Alya sugar, lawyer shark doo doo doo doo doo doo, Schadenfreude, Bad Ass Alya Césaire, Gaslighting, abuse denormalization, Jagged likes his lawyers like he likes his pets: toothy af, Blood in the Water, Everything you didn’t know you wanted and some things you did, Gabriel Agreste is shark bait, Denial, Consequences, Principal Damocles salt, caline bustier salt, the impotence of Gabriel Agreste, snarky Nooroo, lies and the lying liars who tell them, Lila’s brain is a narcissistic hellscape, Lila’s mind is built like an Escher piece, Alec Cataldi salt, Adrien Sugar, wholesome salt, Fu Salt, Kwami Shenanigans, Nooroo is a little shit

Summary: The Pet Name Game

Notes: Hawkdaddy’s pissed. @norakwami and @cheshiremadd helped by chatting concept.

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Chapters 1-2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

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The pet names discussion had wound up getting extremely silly. They’d all gone back to relaxing together and kind of cuddling on the big sofa. At first the only one Adrien could come up with was “Blue,” to which Luka had responded, “If you call me Blue, I’m calling you Green.” The girls had vetoed both.

Adrien had joked about Maestro, which Marinette had argued was almost as bad as Magic Fingers.

Interestingly, it was Marinette who had, with the help of her phone, come up with the winning one.

“You know, the name Luka means ‘light.’ Any ideas based on that?”

After some discussion, Adrien had come up with the poetic idea of “Firefly,” like Luka was his light in the dark. Kagami had deemed that adorable, and Luka had turned red.

Luka’s suggestions for Adrien’s nickname largely had to do with music, and while Adrien had been fond of Allegro for a cheerful beat, both girls disagreed, saying they were too niche.

“Alya’s nickname for him is Sunshine,” Marinette finally commented.

Luka smiled. “My Star, then?”

Kagami and Marinette exchanged a look as Adrien’s face heated, then said together, “Perfect.”

“I think we can still do the blue and green joke sometimes,” Adrien murmured, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“Can I call you MF as a joke?” Luka asked.

Adrien grinned. “Only if I can call you Maestro.”

Marinette groaned. “This is going to be ridiculous.”

“It’ll upset my father,” Adrien pointed out. “Which is the point.”

“Honestly, if they have more than one nickname for each other, it lends credence to the idea that they’ve been secretly dating for a bit. We should specify how long it’s been, of course,” Kagami added.

“I mentioned to Mari that I don’t want to eventually say it was fake, if that’s okay. If anything, we weren’t sure and decided to try dating.” He glanced at Luka.

“I can understand that. I identify as pansexual, though I rarely discuss it,” Luka said with a nod. “So I wouldn’t mind being thought to have been in a relationship with you. We can say we met when we did, on the boat, and you joined Kitty Section. And maybe we decided to go for it a couple weeks ago?”

“I have enabled the two of you to be together after fencing practice several times, then,” Kagami offered. “You have gone for juice?”

“You’ve gotten soul mate ice cream from André!” Marinette crowed. “We can make up a flavor combination.”

Luka grinned. “Green and blue, obviously.”

“Perhaps instead we should go find André once the dye is done,” Kagami commented. “It wouldn’t do to make up a fake flavor combination when we could find out for sure.”

“And you can eat it in the limo, so you’re not out in public too long,” Penny interjected. While Jagged had retired to the other room for a nap with Fang, she’d stayed with them to, as she had put it, ‘chaperone.’ “We’d rather not garner too much attention from M. Agreste this soon.”

“It’ll be another picture for social media.” Adrien hoped Luka wouldn’t get the kind of negative reaction from fans that Marinette had when fans had assumed she was his girlfriend. “I should probably check the comments on those, actually…”

“Not using your phone,” Kagami reminded him.

Marinette pulled out hers, and they all scooted closer to look.

alya.ladyblogger: @adrienagrestebrand wtf when did this happen, Sunshine? #NinoNeedsAnInstagram

alya.ladyblogger: @adrienagrestebrand why is your phone off omgggg

theofficialchloebourgeois: Adrikins, your social media has obv been hacked.

alya.ladyblogger: @theofficialchloebourgeois why do you think it’s been hacked? That’s Sunshine’s smile, for sure.

theofficialchloebourgeois: because there’s no way! He’d tell me!

Aside from those, there were fan reactions ranging from excited congratulations to rather ugly homophobic remarks that made him feel a bit ill to look at—especially now that he knew Mari was bi and Luka was pan.

The official Gabriel Instagram account hadn’t addressed it at all, so Adrien assumed his father was still having a temper tantrum.

A knock on the door sent them scrambling to the kitchenette, but it was the spa staff ready to rinse the dye.

When he was getting his hair blow-dried, Marinette handed him her phone again so he could see what she’d just replied.

marinettedesigned: You look so happy with him! I’m glad you two decided to go public!

He glanced at her with a frown. “Are you sure you want to imply you knew?”

“Yeah. Kagami’s going to, and I’m going to, too.” Then she got a wicked grin. “It’ll drive Lila batty.”

“Honestly, I don’t see her being able to hold back, regardless. But that will certainly make her angrier. I just hope it doesn’t make her go after you more than she has.” Adrien looked at her reproachfully. “I wish you’d told me she’d threatened you, Mari. I never would’ve given you that awful advice.”

Marinette turned red, and Kagami scowled.

“This girl threatened Marinette?” When both Adrien and Luka nodded, the girl clenched her fists. “That is unacceptable.”

“I’m okay,” Marinette whispered.

Luka settled a hand on her shoulder. “She’s hurt you, made you more anxious. I can’t help you, since I don’t go to school with you. But Adrien can.”

“Perhaps during the hour and a half that our schools allow for lunch, Luka and I can join you and Adrien,” Kagami added, placing her hand on Marinette’s other shoulder. “We can present a united front.”

“Usually I’m expected home for lunch, but as I’m engaging in teenager rebellion, staying at school to eat lunch with my boyfriend is a nice way to do that.”

“Then it’s settled,” Kagami said decisively. “We shall eat lunch together either at Collège Françoise Dupont or at a café or restaurant in the surrounding area from now on.”

The relieved smile that graced Marinette’s face was almost heartbreaking, and Adrien realized exactly how much stress she’d been under, how much he’d failed her. He took her hand, squeezing it lightly in apology.

The stylist finished with his hair a few minutes later, and after they spent a few minutes admiring the results, Marinette pulled his hood up so they could all sneak down to the limo. They found André Glacier’s location via social media, and Penny had the driver take them as close as possible.

There wasn’t a line, so they rushed out of the limo and hurried to the cart. Luka and Adrien approached first.

André greeted them like old friends. “Ah, a lovely pair the two of you make. Blueberry for the gentle heart’s tranquility, a soothing sweetness. And, ah, for you… You’ve come into your own, young man! Passion fruit for the one shining bright as the sun!”

“Would you get some with me as well, Marinette?” Kagami asked. “I would not be able to finish an entire one on my own.”

André smiled at them. “I’ve just the treat for you. Orange for the fire that burns in her heart, blackberry for her night-dark hair. A dual sweetness, with a twist, for the two of you.”

They hurried back to the waiting limo, managing to escape notice—fortunately it was an odd hour. Once inside, they took advantage of the photo opportunity with Adrien and Luka, then passed around the treats, all four of them sharing in the flavors.

“I’m glad I got passion fruit,” Adrien commented. “It’s my favorite. And all the others go so well with it!”

Kagami’s phone buzzed. “Regrettably, I am expected to return home, or I would enjoy continuing to help.”

“We’ll drop you off before we return to the hotel,” Penny told her. “It’s always nice meeting Marinette’s friends, and I’m sure Jagged will be disappointed he didn’t get to say goodbye.”

They had dropped Kagami off and just returned to the hotel when Marinette’s phone went off.

But this time it was an Akuma alert.

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Highland Destiny Chapter 5 ~Dinner for Two~

They were standing in the middle of the lounge, suspended in time and space, between heaven and earth, looking into one another's eyes. Claire's hand was still in Jamie's, his fingers generating tiny sparks that surged erratically through her body, fanned into a flame with just a little pressure of touch. His eyes, dark with wanting, bore into her soul, sending delicious heat to her core. She felt the sudden rush of blood to her head as her heart raced, scattering all logic and reasoning into some unknown dark abyss. She tried to summon a memory from the past; Frank, Oxford, the hospital corridors, her parents, uncle Lamb... anything to keep her from drowning into Jamie's deep blue. But it was futile. She was falling, dropping, slipping, but she had no idea into where.

The electrically charged interlude was interrupted by the sound of ringing from Claire's iPhone, jarring them from their trance and making them both blink. " Dhia !" Jamie murmured under his breath as his hand released Claire's, to rub the nape of his neck.

Ding! Ding! Saved by the bell.

O' sweet Lord Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ! Ding ding indeed!

Regaining a tiny bit of composure, Claire reached behind the back pocket of her jeans, extracting her phone. "I need to take this," she whispered hoarsely, barely audible.

He nodded and motioned with his hands towards the doorway as he made his way to the kitchen. She nodded back with an apologetic smile.

Seeing the image of the caller on her phone, Claire momentarily forgot Jaime and what just transpired. "Geillis, darling!"

"Hiya chick! How are you daein'? O' my God, o' my God ah heard from Joe yoo're in town. Sae, ye moved here for good?" answered an animated woman's voice in broad Glaswegian.

" Absobloodylootely – YES! Oh God, it's so good to hear your voice, Geillis. We ought to meet up as soon as possible. Listen, are you free Friday night? If so, let's catch up then. It has been bloody ages!"

"Och this is so excitin'! Aye definitely, let's meet up. Maybe Joe will come too. Ah cannae wait tae see you and show you our shop. By th' way, what's wrang wi' ye? Ye sound like ye hae bin runnin'. 'Tis a bad time?"

Claire twisted backwards to peek through the doorway. She saw Jamie leaning over the sink, splashing water to his face and neck and felt the heat crept up her own. "Well, kind of. Look, sorry to make this short but got to go. I promise to call you first thing tomorrow. Is Scotch & Rye Pub on Friday at 7 ok? I've been told that its the place to be. We can grab some fish and chips if you fancy."

"Brilliant, sorted! Scotch & Rye pub it is then Friday at 7! Ah cannae wait. An', och, Claire...you hae a laddie there wi' ye?" She can almost see her friend's cheeks dimpling and giving a wicked wink.

"Sod off, Geillis!" She always knows, the bloody cow! With that, Claire turned off her phone.

Although she was so thrilled to hear from her friend, the call was a welcomed distraction. Geillis was one of her closest mates in Oxford in medical school. And along with Joe, they were the three Musketeers in the campus until Geillis dropped out. In the earlier days, she developed an interest in Alternative Healing after joining a movement against big pharmaceutical companies; hence, she left her medical studies and followed her boyfriend to Inverness to set up a health and herb shop.

Claire was staring at the phone in her hand when Jamie walked back in. He leaned on the doorway, smiling, his breadth blocking the light from the corridor. "Hey, Sassenach. Shall we start dinner?"

She smiled back. "Sure!" And she followed him to the kitchen taking his outreached hand.

..........

In the next half hour, Claire busied herself with dinner's preparation while Jamie chopped the shallots and washed the chanterelles. Still rattled from earlier, she carefully stirred their conversation onto something neutral and avoided eye contact, but working in such a small area, touching was unavoidable. A couple of times, he had to place his hands on her hips as he navigated narrow spaces, and his mere touch sent bolts of heat coursing through her body. But with his laid-back and relaxed manner, it wasn't long before they were back to bantering and joking. Once the chanterelles had been sauteed, and the rice and shallot simmering in broth and wine, she left him to continue cooking while she washed and changed.

Drying herself after a quick shower and shave, Claire was very conscious of Jaime in the other room. Just knowing that he was there under the same roof was enough to make her heart do somersaults. She could hear him moving about as the wooden floors creaked and the pots and pans banged. For a very big man, he looked right at home and comfortable working in the kitchen.

In her bedroom, she looked for something to wear but looking into her wardrobe, there wasn't really a lot of choices. Well, it's only Jamie anyway, it's not like it's a date!

Well Beauchamp, ready for round 2? Ding! Ding!

Wot round 2? There will be no round 2.

So why did you shave your legs?

Rubbish! I always shave my legs.

Liar, liar, pants on fire!

Annoyed with herself, she decided to put on a pair of black leggings, an over-sized sweatshirt emblazoned, OXFORD and white woollen socks. She twisted her hair to the top of her head and fastened it with a hair clasp after giving up on taming her wayward curls. Looking into the mirror, she scrunched her nose and poked her tongue out.

Ok, Beauchamp, let's do this!

Do what?

Get laid?

Not gonna happen.

But you want to.

I do not!

Liar, Liar, Pants on fire!

Sod off!

Satisfied with her reflection, she went to the kitchen.

When Claire walked in, Jaime was in the process of opening a bottle of Chablis. He gave her one of those heart-dropping smiles as he took in the sight of her. His eyes travelled up and down, lingering for a moment at her breast. Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ! Can he tell I don't have a bra? She quickly reached down to touch the hem of her sweatshirt to check its thickness. Taking it as an awkward moment, Jamie reached out and guided her to the table, placing a hand on the small of her back. The scent of her favourite food made her stomach growl ferociously. He must have heard her belly rumble. "Hungry Sassenach? he said with a grin.

She was pleasantly surprised to see that Jamie did make himself at home. There was nothing else for her to do: the table was set, the green salad dressed, her flowers haphazardly arranged in the vase and placed on a side table, and he even had a few of her scented candles burning. In the background, she could hear L-O-V-E song by Nat King Cole playing softly in the lounge. In spite of her nervousness, she couldn't help but smile. Maybe the hunger was getting the better of her.

"Very hungry, indeed!" she replied. Then cocking her head, she exclaimed, "Oh my God, Jaime, you have Uncle Lambs record player working! Sorry, I don't have any sound system set up yet. It's been a hectic during the last few days. There's still a lot of things I need to do with this house."

"Och, dinna fash Sassenach. I love old music and light jazz. We still have my grand parent's record player in our family home, and occasionally, we play some of my ma's collections for 'ol time sake. I hope you dinna mind me going through your uncle's records."

"No of course not, that's what it's there for. Maybe after dinner, we can go through some and listen to some old jig."

"That's grand, Sassenach!" He took her hand and kissed the inside of her palm.

Over the next couple of hours, Jamie and Claire got better acquainted over Rissotto and wine. As the evening progressed, Claire began to relax and enjoy herself as they exchanged stories about their families and life. She found Jamie charming, and like most Scots, he was born a storyteller. He spoke of his late parents and his sister in Lallybroch where he grew up, and in return, she reciprocated in kind and spoke of her travels to archaeological sites with Uncle Lamb and what she can remember of her parents.

After dinner, they moved to the lounge to listen to records. While Jamie lit up the log burner and prepared the whisky and tumblers, Claire fixed a tray of strawberries and cream and coffee. Claire couldn't help notice how at ease Jamie was - he looked like he's lived in Uncle Lamb's cottage forever. For the first time she arrived in Inverness, Claire felt at home, and she wondered if it had to do with Jamie.

..........

Three-quarters of the whisky bottle later, Jamie and Claire collapsed on the floor, spent from laughing so much, after attempting to dance the can-can to Sinatra's "New York, New York." Jamie was a terrible dancer, and Claire couldn't help but giggle her way through the routine. After a few more twirls and twists, they decided to call it a night. She didn't want the evening to end, but it was getting rather late.

Claire got up from the floor and holding up an almost empty bottle in the air, she announced, before slumping on the sofa, "Ok, Jamie, last drink. I'm totally knackered."

Jamie followed suit, but instead of sitting beside her, he sat down on the coffee table facing her. He reached out and took her hands between his own. This time, there was no hint of seduction or suggestion of flirt. "Sassenach, thank ye so much for a lovely evening. I've never laughed so much in my life, but I will need a taxi, I canna drive back home in my state," he said with a slight slur.

"Rubbish, you can stay here, there's plenty of room. I won't have you driving after drinking so much, and you can have my bed, it's the biggest in the house. I'll take the guest room," Claire insisted. She tried to stand up but swayed a bit. As she regained her balance, she looked up at him and smiled. "And Jaime, I had a wonderful time too. Thank you." Claire got on her tip-toes and gave Jamie a kiss on the cheek before swaggering backwards. She giggled. "Ooops."

"Weel, if ye don't mind, then I don't mind either." Jamie slightly unsteady on his feet, caught Claire by the elbows and laughed.

Claire peered into the almost empty bottle of whisky and poured the rest in each of the tumblers. "Good! That's settled then. And no, I don't mind at all. Last drink?" she said, handing a glass to Jaime.

"Aye." And raising his glass, he made a toast. "Slange var Sassenach!"

Claire wobbling on her feet managed to raise her glass, laughing. "Cheers mate!"

After downing their whisky, Claire handed the glasses and empty bottles to Jamie. "Right, I'll go and get some fresh sheets, and you can bring these in the kitchen. Then off to bed."

"To bed or to sleep?" he asked mischievously with a glint in his eyes.

"Ha-ha,"

Claire hurried to the bedroom, slightly zig-zagging as she made her way. That last remark from Jamie made her conscious of him all over again. Damn you, Jaime! As she was getting some fresh linens from the cupboard, she heard a thump and glasses falli

"Jamie, are you alright?" She went quickly to the kitchen and found Jamie taking off his shirt stained with wine. On the floor were shards of glass and spilt leftover wine.

"Och sorry Sassenach, I'm not familiar with your house, and I forgot you had boxes laid there. I tripped over them."

Claire thinking he might be still shaky on his feet due to intoxication, pulled him away from the broken glasses. "It's alright, Jamie. Just stand back a little please." After cleaning up, she went over to him to see if he had a cut. "Let me see you hands Jamie."

"Dinna fash Sassenach, it's just a wee cut." He held up his thumb, and she saw there was a shard sticking out. She quickly went to her first aid kit drawer, to get a tweezer, iodine and some cotton. It was a small cut, but the shard had to be taken out.

Holding Jaime's thumb to the light, she pulled the glass out from the cut, and fresh blood started to flow. Without thinking, as if it was the most natural thing to do, Claire put his thumb to her mouth to suck the blood. Oh, sweet Mother Mary, what did I just do? She only came to her senses when she felt Jaime drew a sharp intake of breath. She felt embarrassed. Feeling idiotic and foolish, Claire didn't dare look up to Jaime and slowly released his hand. Head bowed, she realised he had taken off his shirt after forgetting about it for a moment. As her eyes wandered to his naked torso, she noticed his hard washboard abs and the movement of his breathing. On the hollow of his navel, ran a trail of dark reddish-gold hair that disappeared into his jeans. The thought of running her finger on that trail made the insides of her legs quiver. The skin on her face and neck turned hot. Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, what have I done, and what am I thinking?

"Sassenach, are you alright?" Jaime said softly as he lifted her chin to look him in the eye. What she saw in Jaime's eye was a concern, instead of his usual mischief. She can only nod, too aware of Jamie's naked torso "You dinna need to be scairt of me - I wouldna force me on you." He paused, taking her hand. "But I would verra much like to kiss you. Would you mind?"

Point of no return, she swallowed. "No Jaime, I wouldn't mind." She paused and then continued, her voice sounding raspy to her ears. "Please kiss me," Then she placed her cool hands on his hard abdomen.

The moment, Claire touched him, he felt his body was on fire. He thought of the other women in his life in the past, Louise, Geneva, Annalise, Laoghair e, and looking back, he realised how shallow they have been. The sex was always a welcome release, but beyond that, there was nothing. With Claire, everything came naturally; he was himself, he can laugh, and most of all, she was herself. He looked down at the woman before him but still found himself confused with what he was feeling.

Jaime, staring into Claire's golden caramel eyes, slowly lowered his head, one hand behind her neck and the other on her waist, pulling her against him. Their lips met, just the lightest touch, but it was enough to send electricity sparks across every nerve ending. It was just a grazing of lips, but he was shaken to the core. He pulled away, his heart hammering, taking shallow breaths. He looked at Claire's beautiful face, her eyes were closed and her lips lightly parted. Dhia! Unable to contain himself, he pulled her back once more, this time into a more passionate and intense kiss. He gently thrust his tongue to the opening of her mouth, parting them to delve inside, teasing and probing until she made whimpering sounds. Her own kisses became hot and urgent, her arms snaking around his neck while her fingers ran through his hair, and this made him kiss her harder more. Standing on tiptoes, she pressed her body closer, crushing her breast against his hard chest, sending pleasures down his groin and making Jamie groan.

They pulled away for air, and Jamie searched Claire's face. "Sassenach, I want ye so much, I can scarcely breathe. Will ye have me?" His voice cracked.

He thought his heart would burst when she nodded.

Feeling emboldened, Jamie then hoisted Claire on to the kitchen counter and clumsily pulled up her sweatshirt, releasing her hair from its clasp and revealing her white breasts. Her curly mass came tumbling down, and Jamie ran his hands through them, raining her neck with urgent kisses and nibbling her earlobes. " Mo Nighean Donn," he whispered. Her legs automatically wrapped themselves around his waist, and she arched her back as an invitation, Jamie's Gaelic endearments making her wild. "Christ Claire, ye are so beautiful!" Jamie whispered in a ragged voice.

Claire moaned loudly as he lowered his head to suckle at each breast, paying homage to each erect nipple. Then his tongue started its frenzied exploration on her skin as his hands tugged at the waistband of her leggings. Once released from the constriction of clothing, Claire said in a husky voice, "Take off your pants, I want you now."

Seeing Claire exposed on the kitchen counter with her legs apart, was enough to drive Jamie wild with lust. He quickly unbuckled his belt and lowered his jeans without taking his eyes off Claire. Relieved of his jeans, he gathered her into a crushing embrace, his hands fondling her round arse, pressing his hardness against her. Her hips started to rotate, wrapping her legs tighter. He reached down between her thighs, and the feel of her slippery wetness made him groan and grab her thighs even tighter. "Jamie, I want you inside me, please."

Hearing the plea, Jamie lifted her with ease, spreading her legs as he pinned her against the wall. Without a word, he plunged his cock into her wetness. Jamie silenced her cries with a hard kiss thrusting his tongue in the same rhythm as his cock. After a moment, breathing hard, he released her lips, biting and kissing her neck, his hands tightening their hold on her arse as he rammed into her, slamming Claire's back against the kitchen wall. She whispered "harder," and "deeper" as she bit him hard on the neck, which drove Jamie to the edge. He did as she asked and more. As Claire let out a loud cry, her body began to convulse, making his balls tighten. Finding his own abrupt rush of release, Jamie arched his back as he thrust one last time and let out a grunt.

They held each other for a long while, not speaking, not moving. Eventually, Jamie carried Claire to her bed. She was limp in his arms. As he laid her down, he slipped in under the duvet with her and gathered her close to him. They fitted perfectly. And then he whispered softly, tha gaol agam ort mo chridhe.

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My best friend, naughty lover and partner for life

So, another part for you guys, sorry it took a bit to get it done. Hope you guys will like it. If you want to be on the taglist let me know. Have fun reading.

Warning: cute Keanu, cursing, returning ex-boyfriend, fighting

Words: 1681...sorry for the reeaallyy long chapter

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Part 4

“How's the bean doing?” his deep voice rumbled behind you as you were riffling through the cabinets, searching for a file containing the items for the new custom order.

Turning around with a soft gasp, one hand on the shelf the other on your bigger belly, you glared at Keanu. Ever since the talk at the cemetery, you both had grown closer than before. You had exchanged the experience of your pregnancy with him. Whenever he was gone for sometime you'd send texts and info about the baby, which the dark haired actor ordered you to do after you had gotten back to the shop that day. “You nearly gave me a heart attack Ke.” you admonished, a finger raised at his face.

“Sorry.” he smiled at you, his hand raking through the longer hair. It was his weekend off from filming John Wick in New York and the first thing he did, was coming to the shop. “I hoped you'd be happy.”

Giving him a soft smile yourself, you patted his cheeks, finally having calmed your racing heart. “I am happy, I mean who isn't happy to see Keanu Reeves standing there and smiling boyishly at them.” He laughed, pulling you as close as possible with your rounder belly between the two of you, giving you a tight hug. “But seriously, it's your weekend off and you want to come in to work? What the hell, Reeves?”

He shrugged his shoulders, his brown eyes gleaming with mirth. “It's not like I had anything planned and why wouldn't I enjoy a visit to see my good friends. But now, you didn't answer my question.”

“Yeah, because I was trying not to have a heart attack or spontaneously give birth to my child.” You retorted, lightly slapping his shoulder which caused him to groan softly. “Oh come on, it wasn't that hard.”

“No, but I'm an old man now.” Keanu joked slinging his arm around your shoulder before he looked at the name on the sticky note. “New client?”

Nodding your head you took the file you had been looking for, which to your great surprise was right on top. Damn that head of yours for having so many memory gaps. “By the way the 'Bean' is as big as a scallion and it's not an 'It' anymore. Doc got the baby to show herself.”

“A girl.” he whispered, starring down at the roundness of your middle. His eyes held a light of wonder and you saw his fingers twitch as if he wanted to feel her but he swiftly buried his free hand in the pocket of his jeans. “That's amazing. I'm happy for you, Y/N.”

Reaching up on your tiptoes, you softly placed a kiss on his bearded cheek. Even though he wasn't the father, Keanu was more invested in this than other fathers-to-be. Maybe it was because of his past or his overly generous heart, who knew. Yet you wouldn't change it. “You want some coffee? Laura made some before you got here.”

“Should you be drinking coffee?”

Laughing, you just shook your head. It was so typical. “It's not for me.” you answered, holding onto the arm that was still hooked around your shoulder. “It's for the clients. Besides I am allowed to drink coffee, just not too much and to be honest I prefer milk with a splash of coffee.”

“Good to know. You really need to take care of yourself.” he leaned down and softly kissed your cheek, his beard scratching you but you couldn't hold back the giggle that escaped you. His masculine smell and after shave assaulted your senses, your knees growing weak. You did everything you could to keep yourself upright even with the weight over your middle. Laura grinned at the two of you from the counter, Gard standing behind her.

She once had commented on Keanu being quite affectionate and attached to you. “You sure he only wants to be an uncle?” she inquired the time you had ended a video call with him after he had to make sure that the baby and you were absolutely healthy. “He sounds more like a runner up for Father of the Months than Uncle of the Year.” You had laughed it off, although you had to admit it kind of felt like this, too.

“So, Ke, how's filming in New York?” the mechanic and co-founder asked his friend, holding out a cup of steaming coffee.

The dark haired actor grinned, letting go of you and taking the mug with a soft Thank you from his business partner. “It's good, loads of fun actually. The training at the shooting range was incredible.”

You smiled at him, as usual his hands were always there to emphasize the words he spoke. It was a trade you found cute despite him being nearly fifty. On this note, you had to give it to him, that he was still looking good for his age. Thinking about Tommy, he'd probably look like eighty by the time he was Keanu's age from all the smoking and partying he did since last year.

Turning back to you, his dark eyes watched you and you felt a blush creep onto your cheeks. Thank the Lord it was still warm in LA, so you could blame your flushed face on the weather and your pregnancy and not the reaction to his look. How you were able to hide the feelings you had for him, was beyond you. Maybe once he was really back from New York you could have a talk with him, open up about what was happening between you both.

A commotion by the shop entrance brought all of your attention to the guy fighting Max, one of the mechanics, to get inside. The blonde surfer dude trying to force the burly guy out of the way was hilarious to watch, but you would recognize the man anywhere.

“Tommy?” you questioned making your way over to the two men still going at it, hearing Max telling your ex-boyfriend to quit it and hit it. “What are you doing here?”

The blonde turned to you, stumbling over his own feet and you knew he clearly had too much to drink. “Ah, there she is.” Tommy opened his arms as if he wanted to receive a hug, but you just stood there and crossed your arms over your chest, unfortunately emphasizing your larger bust due to the pregnancy. “My little witchy slut.”

He sneered at you, the once warm blue eyes turning cold as ice. With every step he took towards you, you could feel your heart racing, your throat closing and making it harder to breath. Max stood behind him, ready to pounce should he need to. You were like his little sister and the fact that you were pregnant wasn't helping Tommy should he do something stupid.

“I see you've taken it up a few notches.” your ex pointed out, looking at Keanu over your shoulder with a smirk on his thin lips. “You been fucking him behind my back, so you could push that child on me and rant about my cheating on you?” Seeing him like that you couldn't understand how you ever had feelings for this imbecile.

“Hey bud, shut it.” the dark haired actor behind you hollered, sending a glare at Tommy. If you didn't know it better, you'd think John Wick personally was standing with you and ready to shoot him in the face.

“What do you want, Tommy?”

There was no time to react as the blonde moved over in the blink of an eyes and grabbed your chin. He was easily a head taller than you, not as tall as Keanu, but enough to intimidate you. “What I want is for you to come back and do as you're told, bitch.”

“No.” you whimpered, trying to free yourself from his grip and you felt your eyes watering, not just at the pressure but from the fear that churned your stomach and sped up your breathing. Before you left, Tommy hadn't been like this but Helen had told you that he came by the diner, asking for you. Now he finally found you.

The actor moved swiftly, reaching for his arm and trying to pull him off. He was holding onto everything he had in him not to deck him, he couldn't have a restraining order or any other charges against him right now, not with the upcoming projects he had. His brown eyes turned cold as he looked at the young man in front of him. “Listen here, bud. You let go of her right now,” his fingers dug into Tommy's arm and pushed him away. “And then you will leave these premises. Never come back here or I'll call police.”

“Oh yeah, grandpa? You wanna fight me?” The blonde moved away from you, smirking at Keanu as he held up his fists, ready to fight him. “Come on, old man,” he egged him on. The actor breathed deeply, closed his eyes and let his fist fly.

One well placed hit against his nose and your ex was knocked out on the floor. It felt like you were in the movie, but seeing the blood on the floor made it quite real for you...and your stomach queasy.

Keanu put his hands on your cheeks, the slightly callused fingertips brushing along your skin. “You okay?”

Shrugging you searched his brown eyes with your own, not sure how to answer or if you would, you were afraid of throwing up. The actor saw the paleness of your skin, heard the harsh breathing and knew you were about to have a panic attack. He pulled you in his arms, laying your head on his shoulder and lightly kissed your temple, reassuring you that Tommy couldn't do anything to you. “I'm taking you to the doctor, get you checked out and then we'll talk. I won't let you stay here while he's still around.”

Part 5

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