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spideymarvelws · 4 years

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Repost cause of stupid tags😔

Taking fucking like rabbits to a whole different level lmfaoo

I really hope i did this justice

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Warnings : SMUT! (dom!peter, sub!peter, face slapping, choking, oral [fem rec], innocence kink?, master kink [at the end tho and its like only mentioned once], excessive use of the word bunny)

Word Count : 1.5k

My Little Bunny

Dom!Peter Parker x Reader

“So...” Peter started, leaning against the counter opposite you in the kitchen, “Bunny, huh?”

“Oh god not you too,” you groaned, thankful that your back faced his as you took care of the dishes in the sink, making it easier to hide your flustered face, “Just a stupid nickname my family use to call me when i was younger,”

“Bunny,” he tested the name on his lips, “I like it,”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, shaking your head at the thoughts that started to form in your mind. You felt dirty at what you felt when the name rolled off his tongue, so innocently but sinful at the same time sending shivers up your spine and shocks in places it shouldn’t.

You were a fool to think that peter didn't notice the change in tone of the room.

“Want to watch a movie after this bunny? or straight to bed,” he bit his lip, watching as you squirmed slightly at the name once again. He loved the power he had over you, how submissive you got with a simple word or touch. He had to admit he abused the power quite a lot, but to see your eyes roll to the back of your head as he fucked you senseless, it was worth it.

“Stop calling me that,” you grumbled, taking one of the dishes from the sink and pulling it in the dish water.

“Calling you what Bunny?” He smirked, biting his lip as he watched you clench your thighs, “You loved the name when we were younger, what happened now?”

“I’m not a kid anymore Peter,” you snapped, letting out a shaky breath after putting the last set of dishes in the machine.

Peter chuckled darkly, leaning off the kitchen counter and walking towards you, pressing his chest against your back. His hands landed on either side of you, holding on to the counter.

Trapping you in his cage.

“So it’s fine when your family says it,” he said into your ear, teasing the skin with light kissed that he trailed down to your neck, “But when i try it out its a problem? Why’s that bunny?”

“Peter,” you grumbled, trying your best to sound authoritative but the small whimper you let out told him otherwise, “Quit it alright?”

“No, no I don’t think i will,” bitting at your skin, “I like it, and i think I’d go as far to say you like it too,”

You bit your lip, holding back a another small whimper that threatened to escape your mouth, “No I don’t,” you gritted your teeth, planning on just turning in his hold and pushing him away, ready to get in bed and forget the night ever happened. But your boyfriend had other ideas.

His left hand raised off the counted, finding its place around your throat, pulling your head back look look him in his dark brown eyes that were clouded with lust. You whined at his movements, your own hands gripping at his, but not making an effort to pull them away.

“Don’t like it huh?” He raised his eyebrows mockingly, “So if i just moved my hand up,” his finger gripped at the edge of your skirt, pulling it up as his hand travelled up your thighs, “And rubbed your little clit, you wouldn’t be dripping wet for me right?”

“I-,” you gulped, closing your eyes as you bit your lip. You’d never experienced peter like this, so dominating and confident compared to the sweet baby boy you grew to love. Sure, you both had sex before, and as your friends would say it was pretty vanilla since it was your first times together.

But you’d be a liar if you didn't like this new side of him.

“Not gonna say anything?” He chuckled, trailing his fingers up the inside of your thigh, hovering it over your clothed heat, “Guess ill just have to figure out myself then,”

He pressed the pads on his pointer and middle finger against your clit, moving in slow circles around the fabric. You softly gasped at the contact, your hand shooting to his hair, tangling your fingers with he brown locks while the other stayed still on his wrist.

“You’re soaking bunny,” he pushed your panties to the side, teasing your lips with the pads of his fingers.

“Peter,” you managed to get out, trying your best to hide the moans digging its way out of your throat.

“S’that all you gotta say bunny,” his finger slipped into your tight hole, making your breath hitch, “I’m sure you could do better than,” his tone dropped an octave, “I’ve been kind so far, giving you what you truly want. But if you want me to continue, you’re going to have to tell me bunny, i cant do everything for you now can I?”

You didn’t responded, you didn't want to give peter the satisfaction of knowing how weak you grew with the dumb nickname. But a sharp slap to your right cheek broke you out of your thought.

“I’m trying to be nice here bunny,” he murmured, taking his finger out and continuing to rub against your clit, “But if your going to be a fucking brat, i have no problem leaving you here until you’ve learnt your lesson,”

“I’m sorry peter,” you finally said, missing the feeling of his fingers deep in your pussy.

“Good girl,” he rasped, letting go of your throat and turning you around, lifting you up and moving to the side to sit you on the clear counter. You wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding on the obvious bludge in his sweats.

“Don’t be greedy now,” he wrapped his hand back around your throat, squeezing tightly, loving how your mouth opened slightly and your eyes become cloudy, “Now tell me. What. Do. You. Want?”

“I want you to touch me, please peter,” you begged, finally breaking, grabbing at his shirt, “Please, fuck,”

“I’m already touching you bunny,” he replied smugly, chuckling at your pleas, “Going to have to be more specific than that,”

“Your mouth, please!” You cried, “Fuck, please, Peter,”

“Anything for you bunny,” he mumbled, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead before moving down your body. On his trail down, he took off your top along with your bra, placing light feathery kissed on your buds briefly before moving down to your skirt.

He bunched up the material at your waist, revealing your cotton panties that had a visible wet spot making you look away in embarrassment.

“Well, you wont be needing this anymore bunny,” he mumbled kneeling on the hard floor before ripping off the panties and diving into your soak heat, giving a bold lick up the middle of your cunt. He bit and sucked at the sensitive skin, moaning at your sweet taste.

“Holy fuck! Peter!” yous screamed throwing your head back as you grabbed at his hair, tugging on his soft locks.

“Keep yours eyes on me bunny,” he mumbled into your pussy, sending vibrations up your body, “Look at who’s making you feel so good,” he wrapped his arms around your thigh, pulling you closer into his tongue.

Peter smirked into your heat, running his finger through your clit then into your tight cunt, moving slowly in and out. He latched his mouth on to your little bud, sucking and licking softly, listening to your noises, taking his time to make sure you were enjoying the pleasure he gave you. You whined at his slow movements, tugging harder at his hair causing him to let out a small laugh, looking up at your pathetic state.

“What’s wrong bunny,” he fake pouted, raising his head from your pussy but keeping his fingers moving, “I thought this is what you wanted?”

“Faster,” you mewled, “Please,”

“Hmm, Whatever my bunny wants,” he added one more finger before plunging into you, moving in at out at an impossibly fast past. His mouth lapped at your clit, slow and calculated, a clear difference to his fingers moving quick, hitting all the right places rapidly.

“Peter,” you moaned, trying your best to keep eye contact with him, but the pleasure was so intense, sending your head flying back.

“Go on bunny, cum for me, cum for your master,” the name fell out of his mouth so fluently, sending you over.

Your thighs shook around his shoulders as your hips jutted out at the shocks moving throughout your body. You’ve never had an orgasm so intense before with the combination of his teasing and calculated movements you knew it would be your last.

“Good bunny,”

Oh, and that stupid nickname.

You hummed, trying your best not to slouch back or forward, knowing that if you did you’ll most likely hit your head on the corner fo hard stone. Peter took note of this, trailing kisses up your body before brining your chest against his, allowing your to sag against his clothed shoulder.

“Oh we’re going to have so much fun bunny,” he growled, biting the top of your ear, “My little bunny,”

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darling-i-read-it · 4 years

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...And the Beast From the Sea

3x11

Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will Graham

Hannibal Re-Write Series Masterlist

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: spoilers for hannibal, murder, guns, pregnancy, worries of miscarriage

Author’s Note: Dudes I love this one so much. I really really liked this one. It’s hella long but the last one was short so I think that’s okay. I am very excited for y’all to read this one because I made some expenitonal changes to the script which I’m excited for you guys to see. Enjoy!

I used some direct quotes from the script so some things may seem familiar

Official Episode Summary: With a full moon approaching, Jack and Will are certain that Francis Dolarhyde will strike again but they lack a solid lead; Alana gives Hannibal a chance for redemption.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

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“Nightly news countdown to the next full moon. Chicago and Buffalo police are under a media blitz,” Jack said. You, Will and Alana were all in his office. Will had made it a sport to argue against you going with him anywhere these days but he knew he would lose the fight.

“Two days left. And he’s not going to kill again in Chicago or Buffalo. He’s moved on,” you muttered. You were sitting beside Alana. Will was standing behind you.

“Let me fill you in on what’s up for the twenty-fifth.”

“When he does it again?”

“If we have a problem on the twenty-fifth.”

“Not ‘if’. ‘When,” Will muttered.

“He didn’t kill the docket at the museum. What if he’s trying to stop?” Alana asked.

“He would’ve been better killing her. And both of you,” Jack suggested. You pursed your lips.

“I know we don’t get along Jack but that’s just cruel,” you teased.

“You think there's a way to push him to be self destructive?” Jack asked, ignoring you completely.

“You mean push him toward suicide?” Alana asked.

“Suicide suits me just fine,” Jack muttered.

“If he was really trying to stop he’s not going to kill himself. How could he be sure his death would affect whatever's inside him?” Will asked. He had his hands shoved in his pockets, his mind reeling.

“You must know something about him otherwise you wouldn’t have found him,” Jack leaded. You gave him a look. Will gave him a harder one.

“Jack Crawford. Fisher of men, watching my cork move against the current. You got me again.” Will was bitter. You liked it. “Hannibal told me where to find him. He knows.”

Hannibal and Francis talked to each other. Francis was relying on this conversation to clear some things up. A couple of things.

“I..put my hand...on her beating heart. Heard the sound of her..living voice. A..living woman. How bizarre,” Francis whispered. Reba flashed in his mind. Beautiful. “I don’t want to give her to the Dragon,” he whispered.

“The Dragon is in your belly now. The Dragon wants her alive, you don't’ have to worry about feeling love for her,” Hannibal explained. Francis looked at Hannibal.

“Is that how you stayed with Y/N?” At the mention of your name Hannibal tensed. Ever so slightly. If Francis wasn’t paying acute attention he wouldn’t have noticed. He read it as something bad. Something that struck something dark in Hannibal that he wished to be rid of. “And Will Graham. He interests me. Odd looking for an investigator, not very handsome. But purposeful. They’re married aren’t they?”

Another slight change in attitude.

Slight.

But there.

And if he wasn’t going to kill Reba then he had to kill someone else.

“Yes, yes. I see.” Your voice was quiet. Will watched you speak, your hand holding your other arm. You were on the phone with the neighbors that were watching your dogs. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Thank you so much for calling.”

You hung up the phone and let out a long sigh. You looked over at Will. You were both standing in one of the main rooms of Alana's hospital. You finally looked over at him and he grabbed your hand gently, bringing you toward him.

“That was the neighbors girls. They say that the dogs have been sick, all of them. I’m going to go home and see to them, make sure it’s all okay.” Will nodded quickly as he held you in his arms. He was happy about this. He didn’t want you here, in harm's way. The safest place for you was home. “I’ll sleep the night, take the dogs to the vet and return the next day. I’ll bring new doggo with me.” You moved away from him to gauge his reactions.

“This is good,” he whispered, brushing a piece of hair out of your face. “It’s safe at home.” You shrugged.

“I like to keep you safe.”

“But you have to think of yourself now. You have to keep safe,” he whispered. “Both of you.” You closed your eyes for a moment and took that in. It sounded so pleasant from his voice. A child. His child. You loved the idea of a curly haired little boy running around that had his blue eyes.

“Two days we’ll be away from each other. And I shall call you when I get there and also when I am about to leave. And probably between that.” He nodded.

“Of course.”

“I have to do a little homework,” Francis said. Reba handed him a fresh martini and he took it, sitting on his couch between the projector and screen. Music played softly around them. Reba sat beside him, curious to what he was up to today.

“Sure. If I’m keeping you from working, I can go,” she suggested. He shook his head quickly and realized she couldn’t see him. It would take some getting used to.

“No. I want you to be here. I do. It’s just some film I need to check. It won’t take long,” he promised.

“Does it have a soundtrack?” Reba asked.

“No.”

“May I keep the music?” she asked.

“Um-hmm.”

“I think I’ll stretch out for a few minutes, if you don’t mind.” He started to move so that she could lay down but she shook her head gently. “No, don’t move. I have plenty of room. Wake me up if I drop off,” she whispered. She lied down on the couch, holding the glass to her stomach. The tips of her hair touched Francis' hand beside his tight. He flicked the remote switch on and the projector began. Light flickered and whired across both his and Reba’s face. “Are these your nocturnal animals?” she asked quietly.

“Um-hmmm”

The picture moved down from a bright white moon to find you, smiling and laughing as you moved toward a cabin in the woods, holding a blanket in your hands. A pack of dogs excitedly milled around your feet.

“They know they’re being filmed?” Reba asked.

“No.”

You stood in the vet anxiously. As the vet came back in you stood up quickly. You had talked to the girls who were taking care of the dogs and they were just as worried as you had been.

“They may have gotten into something they shouldn’t have. Has there been any change in their diet?” she asked. You took a deep breath and felt the guilt creep in.

“Wi-my husband usually makes their food from scratch. We’ve been out of town with some dog sitters and I told them to just give them canned food,” you explained.

“Was it canned food made in China?” she asked.

“Is it bad to be made in China?” you asked anxiously.

“If you’re pet food. Dogs get poisoned by Chinese pet food all the time. Pet food safety isn't’ regulated the same way as human food. And it’s barely regulated at all in China. There have been thousands of illnesses and deaths.”

All of the sudden you thought about having to call Will with the news that, despite the fact you were having a human child, all the dog ones were going to die. That was a call you never want to make. Ever.

“Are the dogs going to be okay?” you asked, moving the long sleeves of your shirt up to wrap your fingers around it.

“Yes. You got them here fast and the activated charcoal should soak up whatever’s in their system. But it’d be helpful if you brought me a sample of whatever they’ve been eating so we can run some tests,” the vet said. You nodded quickly.

“I’ll bring it by tomorrow.” The vet put a hand on your arm with a warm smile.

“We’ll keep the dogs overnight so we can monitor their recovery. They’ll be fine.”

You nodded with a smile released.

Will walked into Hannibal’s caged room. Hannibal got up from his desk and walked over to the glass.

“I’m not fortune’s fool. I’m yours. ‘Behold the Great Red Dragon’,” Will said.

“And did you?” Hannibal questioned.

“I had a random encounter.” Hannibal looked behind him as the door shut quietly. He furrowed his eyebrows.

“Where’s Y/N?”

“The Brooklyn Museum is closed to the public on Tuesdays, but researchers are admitted. You know that’s when we’d both be going,” Will said, ignoring the question. Hannibal tried to push you out of his mind. Likely just toying with him.

“A sophisticated intelligence can forecast many things. I suppose mine is sophisticated enough. You’re so close to him now. You and the Dragon are doing the same thing at various times of the day,” Hannibal said, allowing his ignorance of you to seep.

“He’s contacted you.”

“How do you imagine he’s contacted me? Personal ads? Writing notes on admiration on toilet paper?” Hannibal asked.

“Alana thinks he’s trying to stop,” Will suggested. Hannibal came closer to the glass and Will did not move.

“To begin to understand the Dragon, to hear the cold drips in his darkness, Dr. Bloom would have to see things she could never see,” Hannibal promised. “She would have to fly through time.”

“There is a family out there who don’t know he’s coming. We could save them. Tell me who he is.”

“I don’t know who he is.” Will studied Hannibal’s face and knew he was telling the truth. “And I do not know the next family, before you ask.” He was telling the truth about that too.

“You’re willing to let them die.”

“They’re not my family Will. And I’m not letting them die. You are.”

“I’m sorry to interrupt. You have a telephone call. It’s your lawyer. Would you like to take it?” Alana asked.

“Did he say why he was calling?” Hannibal questioned.

“I called him. To confirm that he hasn’t called you. Not since you’ve been declared insane,” she stated. Hannibal shrugged.

“I could have told you that.”

“If only I’d known to ask.”

“If only.”

“Would you have told me the truth?” she asked.

“In my own way, I always have,” he promised. Alana pressed a button and spoke into the telephone.

“Mr. Metcalf. That’ll be all for now. Thank you for your time.” She killed the call and now her cold anger showed. The door behind her opened and Jack entered. “You were speaking to the Tooth Fairy.”

“I think he’s earned the right to be known by the name he’s chosen. He is the Great Red Dragon,” Hannibal said. Jack approached the glass wall.

“You have hubbed hell, Dr. Lecter.”

“I often do.”

“You got what you wanted. Suddenly, you’re very relevant. There is one way for you to stay relevant...and comfortable,” Alana said. Hannibal thought about it for a moment.

“You want me to speak with the Dragon. You believe he will seek counsel after the next kill.”

“We’ve got to make your contact work for us. Standing trace order for any time you’re on the phone. When he calls, you keep him on the line.” Hannibal inclined his head.

“I can’t refuse him a sympathetic ear. He no doubt needs it.”

The house seemed so empty. The dogs gone, Will away. You had to pick them up in the morning and then be gone again. In the meantime, you were staying up late to make as much dog food as you could.

“Yeah and add a little bit of the meat I have in the fridge,” Will said over the phone. His voice was staticy but there. It made you feel safer.

“Alright I think we’re good. Thank you sweetface,” you said, leaning into the phone.

“Anytime. Have a good night's sleep. Drink water. I love you.” You smiled gently to yourself.

“I love you too. Sleep tight!” You hung up the phone and then it was empty again. You glanced at the clock. Much too late. You shouldn’t have kept Will up, he needed to sleep. “I suppose I should sleep too,” you said aloud. You convinced yourself you were speaking to your unformed child rather than yourself. That sounded less insane.

You put the dog food in the fridge and finished up the last of the notes for the neighbors teenagers. You took a deep breath and turned around, eyes catching the green of the alarm monitor.

Caught it just soon enough to see it go dead.

You didn’t realize what that meant right away. Then it hit you. Fear slammed into you and you tensed up completely. You grabbed your phone and shoved it in your pajama pants pocket. You grabbed a knife from the knife block and quietly walked over to the kitchen table, where your keys were. You peaked out the window and saw a man outside, walking up the front steps.

Your breath caught in your throat.

You tried to control your fear as you quietly walked around back. You heard the door jiggle open. You were suddenly reminded of your second body, Will’s words screaming into your heart. Both of you to keep safe.

You suddenly missed Will terribly. You opened the back door quietly and stalked around the side of the house. As you ducked underneath windows you felt your heart beating in your ears. You held the knife tightly in your hand as you peaked around the side of the house to see if he was outside.

The coast from where you were to the car was clear from what you could tell.

You closed your eyes tightly and then opened them just as quickly.

You sprinted to the car and unlocked it on your way. You jumped into the driver's seat and struggled to put the keys in the ignition.

Your attacker had heard the car unlock and he was on the porch now. Gunshots broke your front window and shattered onto your lap. You squealed just as the car started and you were able to pull out.

You, however, were not able to miss the gunshot that hit you in the shoulder harshly. You let out a harsh surprised noise as your arm pretty much went limp. With your other arm you were able to drive away from your home. Your home. The place you had found so sacred. Will’s and yours first place together.

You focused on driving through the dark, winding roads and hoped that he wasn’t following.

Will ran through the hospital. A horrible glare of the hospital fluorescents over his face as he approached Jack Crawford.

“Where is she?” he asked rushingly.

“In surgery now.”

He did not seem to be any more eased at that.

“You’re both safe here,” Jack said and Will gave him a harsh look.

“Now is not the time to talk to me Jack. Not the time at all.” Will pushed past him. He didn’t know where he was going. He couldn’t see you. All he could do was pace. He wanted to ask Jack about the baby. He wondered, terribly, if the baby was gone. Two times in a row his child would be ripped from him by the puppeteer strings of Hannibal Lecter he was sure.

Will couldn’t make it make sense. He thought that Hannibal liked you. He thought for sure that you, if anyone, was safe from his wrath.

Jack took his turn approaching Will again, now that some time had passed by. The doctors promised you would be okay but made no mention of the baby.

“You think you might lose me after this, Jack? You think I might go back to my family?” Will asked, teeth almost barred. Jack stared at him.

“For a minute, I did.”

“I want so badly to. If she had died because of this I would have killed you with my bare hands Jack. She warned me against you time and time again. And again. If she had died because of you…” his voice trailed off but Jack got the message. “But then I realized what you realized. I can’t go home, and neither can Y/N, never, until the Red Dragon is out of the way.” Will looked away.

“As soon as Y/N can be moved we’ll put her at my brother’s house on the chesapeake. Nobody in the world will know where they are but you and-”

“She’s pregnant.”

Jack stopped. This information hit him and it sunk in, very slowly. He took a deep breath. He was careful speaking.

“Have you asked-”

“No. I’m too scared to,” Will admitted. He looked back at Jack and shook his head. “But if the baby lived or didn’t, if she is able to walk, she’s not going to leave my side now. She’ll put on a brave face and walk with me wherever I’ll go and you will let her.” He paused, thinking. “I’ll let her.” His eyes lightened slightly. “And even if she didn’t, she wouldn’t want anything from you. She’d be glad to see you in hell with your back broken.”

Something about the truth in that made Jack want to smile.

Will walked into the room. You had been awake just long enough to talk to the doctor. Will had been in the bathroom when you woke up but now he rushed toward you.

He practically skidded on the ground to grab your hands. You gave him a weak smile but your face was practically dead. You swallowed and squeezed his hand. Will didn’t say anything for a moment.

“The baby is alright,” you whispered. He let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. “The bullet hit my shoulder, far away from anything that could harm them.” Now that that was out of the way, he could apologize for you. You had been hurt. That was impossible.

“The dogs are safe. I’m going to pick them up tomorrow and bring them here.” You nodded.

“Bring the vet the canned food.” He laughed dryly.

“I don’t think that’s a priorit-”

“Bring it,” you stated weakly. He nodded, not willing to argue with you right now. You looked up at the ceiling and then over at him, smiling at his pretty face. “I made the food. You have to bring that too, I’m proud of it.” He nodded, kissing your hands he was holding.

“I will.” There was a beat of silence.

“You aren’t going to get me to leave. The second I can sit up I will be back out there with you.” He nodded lightly.

“I wish you wouldn't. But I know.” You looked into his eyes, hard.

“Hannibal did not advise this.”

“He knows about the killer, things he couldn’t possibly know unless he knew about him. There’s no way that this wasn’t him.” You shook your head.

“He wouldn’t. Not to me.” Will believed that, despite it all. He kissed your hands again and stood up.

“I’m going to ask him.” He waited for you to respond but you just thought about that for a moment.

“I wanted to be the one to tell him. But I see now that you must.” He nodded. It would add to the effect, whichever way that effect went.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you more.”

Will quickly walked up to Hannibal’s cage. Hannibal could tell something was wrong immediately. Will looked like he was about to kill someone with his bare hands.

“I’m just about worn out with you crazy sons of bitches,” Will stated. Hannibal raised an eyebrow.

“It hasn’t hit the papers yet. Care to enlighten me on the family this time around? Did the dog make it?” Will stared at Hannibal, dumbfounded.

“You really don’t know do you?” Hannibals face scrunched into confusion.

“I’m sorry, should I?” Hannibal questioned. Will’s lips turned into a bitter smile. He knew that Hannibal had talked to this killer and Will was about to relish in the fact that he got to tell Hannibal his efforts had messed up someone he cared about.

“Y/N went home to tend to the dogs for the day,” Will started, really milking this out. “Dr. Lecter, the killer went for her.”

Hannibal’s mind worked quickly. He took a deep breath in and for once, hung off the words that Will was saying. He hadn’t suggested Francis kill you but he should have known he would. He should have known. He was almost angry at himself for not seeing it.

“Is she alright?”

“Yes.” Hannibal let out a barely audible sigh of relief. For once it was the two men, almost in love with each other but definitely in love with you, just happy you were alive. “She was shot but she’s fine.” Will paused. “She’s pregnant. Still pregnant. You didn’t get this child and you won’t.”

Hannibal took that in quietly. He would deal with that later.

“I’m happy for her. Happy for you both.” Will turned to leave, finished with this conversation and wanting to return to you but Hannibal did not let him. “Will?”

He turned.

“Yes?”

“I didn’t know it was her.”

As the orderly came into the room, Hannibal almost jumped up. But instead, he kept his dignity and walked over to the phone, taking it in his hands. He knew that Jack and Alana were listening. He had to keep this careful.

“If I’m not as strong as the Dragon, she will die. I know that,” Francis said firstly, bluntly. “I need to think. I need to think. I told her I can’t be with her.”

“Y/N Graham is not dead,” he pointed out stoutly. Francis did not like that he changed the subject so quickly.

“I chose Y/N because she rejected you. I chose Y/N and she should be dead.” Hannibal straightened his back. “I’m afraid she will come to the house. To talk. I don't want what will happen in the house.” He was now referring to Reba, not you but Hannibal knew how to steer a conversation.

“What made you think I wanted Y/N dead?”

“You insinuated-”

“No. I did not.” Hannibal stared through Jack and Alana, enjoying an audience but wishing these next words were spoken in confidence. “You thought wrongly. You insinuated wrongly.” Hannibal straightened his lips. “Think about how you wanted to hold Y/N in your arms, as she lost blood and her heart quivered like a bird until it went out. Think about it.” He paused, allowing him to think. “Now think about Reba in her place. Because that is what is coming.”

Francis didn’t know how to react to that.

“They’re listening,” Hannibal said and hung up the phone.

Alana and Jack looked betrayed but Alana was all too happy for what came next.

“You’ve just lost your toilet Hannibal,” Alana said.

And Hannibal did not say it but he knew it was worth it.

3x12

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supernovanim · 4 years

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Mutual Abduction Part 2

I was so going to finish this fic in one go, but my friend’s cat got terminally ill today and I have to work out how to comfort her without going round and giving her a hug as that’s not allowed. England is in another lockdown, hope you’re all doing ok out there. I promise to post part 3 later this week, and I promise it will contain proper smut. This part is mainly just weird flirting (and before you ask, yes this is one of my moves and yes it does normally work). You can read Part 1 here and I’ve created a masterlist now too. If you want me to tag you in Part 3 ask in the comments.

Summary: following your abduction by aliens, you’re now trapped in a room with Dylan O’Brien and have to entertain yourselves Pairing: Female Reader x Dylan O’Brien Warnings: So much swearing, imprisonment (non-violent), references to smut Word count: 1,431 Taglist: @hernameisnoellex3 @beautiful-thinking

Dylan looked around the room slowly, then back at you. You took a deep breath, not really sure how to handle this.

“Am I dreaming?” he said, running a hand through his scruffy hair distractedly. “One minute I’m on my bed at home, the next minute I’m here. I’m definitely dreaming, right? It’s the only thing that makes any sense”

“Well if it helps, you can pretend you’re dreaming” you replied carefully, not wanting to freak him out more. “But I’m pretty certain it’s real, and we’ve been abducted by aliens. Don’t panic. Seriously – I did that when I first arrived, and it definitely didn’t help”

“Aliens?! No no no – sticking to the dreaming theory. It seems like one of my dreams – weird situation, attractive woman. Although if it was one of my dreams, you’d be wearing less clothes” he looked at you contemplatively, as if he expected you to start removing them.

You let out an amused half snort. “Huh. Yeah…about that” you started and then paused, not really sure how to explain. “Fuck I can’t do this. Hey KITT?”

Yes human female Y/N

At the voice Dylan started and looked around again. “Don’t worry” you told him gently “It seems to be some kind of AI, so far it’s been pretty helpful.” You placed a hand on his arm in an attempt to comfort him and then turned your head towards the red light on the wall. “Can you explain to Dylan why we’re here?”

Certainly We are studying human mating habits You have been selected Once you have mated you will be returned to Earth We mean you no harm

“And before you ask, they said it’s not a human breeding program” you added “Weirdly, I kind of believe them. They’d probably provide protection if we asked”

At that a box of condoms appeared on the small table. You shifted awkwardly and gave him a small smile. “See” you said, “they’ve given me everything I’ve asked for, even if their timing is a little unfortunate”. You side-eyed the red light - in terms of seduction techniques, magically appearing contraception wasn’t the best.

Dylan raised an eyebrow and looked at you. “Right, let me get this straight. I’ve been kidnapped by aliens, and they want me to have sex with you before we can go home?”

“Pretty much sums it up” you stated. “Although I’m not sure if they’ve got any requirements beyond the sex part – it’s their study not mine. Hey Holly?”

Yes human female Y/N

“What exactly do you need us to do here? Mating habits is a little vague – is it just the sex?” you questioned, secretly hoping it wasn’t. Dylan had featured heavily in your recent fantasies; you couldn’t help wanting to play some of them out.

We are studying all aspects of mating We would like to learn about a lot of aspects we have only gathered from literature These include…

There was a pause, as if the computer was accessing some kind of databank

Flirting Pick ups French Kissing Hickeys Hand Jobs Blow Jobs Eating Out Spanking Choking Nipp-

“Ok, ok!” you yelled, feeling your face heat up “That’s…um…plenty to be…getting on with. Do we…er…have to do all of that before you send us home?”

No We will terminate the experiment when both subjects are satisfied

“Right, that’s pretty clear then.”

You looked at Dylan, feeling suddenly uncomfortable. He however appeared more relaxed than before, a twinkle playing in his amber eyes.

“This is so a dream. Fancy giving me a hand job while I finger you?” he smirked

Now your face was definitely hot. You swallowed hard and found yourself unable to drag your eyes from his.

“Let’s just…ease into this” you mumbled, and his smile widened “Down boy – I mean let’s try the flirting thing first.”

You grabbed his hand and led him over to the couch, which was large and black and made of very squishy looking leather. As you sat down, he kept hold of your fingers and ran one of his against your palm, sending a shiver of anticipation up your arm. Resisting the urge to skip the talking and clamber straight into his lap, you settled next to him with your legs tucked underneath you.

He spoke first “I’m not that great with flirting really. Always just met people at work, or through friends. Never been able to just walk up to someone in a bar or club.”

“Well hotshot actors probably don’t need to use pick-up lines.” you said teasingly “You can just wait for people to come to you. It’s a bit more difficult for us mere mortals. C’mon though – you must have some moves – hit me with your best”

“No, no really – zero moves. I’m moveless. How about you – what’s your most fool proof method?” he asked, raising one eyebrow.

“You’ll laugh”

“Doubtful. Go on, hit me up” he smirked

“Right, you asked for it” you told him “hey JARVIS?”

Yes human female Y/N

“Can you set Mario Kart up on this thing and give us two controllers?” you gestured towards what looked like a flatscreen tv set into the wall opposite the sofa

Searching data banks Sending information to interplanetary graphic device screen Certainly human female Y/N

And two controllers appeared on the sofa next to you as the familiar intro came up on the screen.

“Mario Kart” Dylan’s eyes widened disbelievingly “your big move is…Mario Kart”

“Nope. My big move is beating you at Mario Kart. Knock their egos down to size, then build them back up again. Works every time. 100% success rate” you laughed at him, tossing one of the controllers in his direction.

Dylan looked thoughtful “are you sure it doesn’t work because by this point they’ve already come home with you? Kind of a foregone conclusion.”

“No it works earlier than that - ‘do you play Mario Kart?’ is an awesome opening line” you smiled “fool proof”

“And what if they say no?”

“Well...” you lowered your voice and bit your bottom lip suggestively, looking at him through lowered lashes “would you like to learn? Maybe I could…teach you a thing or two. Back at my place”

Dylan looked at your lips and swallowed “huh. Oh...ok I see what you mean. That’s kinda hot.” He seemed to be breathing more heavily. “Not sure about the beating me bit though, prepare to have your ass kicked”

“No way hotshot. Choose your character. I’m always Toad. You seem more like a Peach type” you teased, already mashing buttons

He looked at you disbelievingly “Oh it’s on. I was going to let you win because you’re sexy, but now you’re going down”

“No, you’re going down. And when you’re beaten, you can go down on me” you promised. Dylan nearly dropped his controller in surprise. Ha - this was going to be easy, you thought to yourself.

It was fun, and in the end he was pretty easy to beat. You let him win a couple of races until he let his guard down, and then deployed your sneak attacks. Sneak attacks included nudging your leg with his, smoothing a hand down his denim-clad thigh, leaning forward until the curve of your tits jutted up, and some really suggestive smack talk. By the end you could tell he was frustrated, breathless and - you glanced down at his lap – already half hard.

“So…” you pondered, turning towards him on the couch as on the screen Toad jumped up and down on the podium “That was my move. Did it work?”

He smiled slowly at you, his eyes full of lust and something else you couldn’t place “That was incredible, but…” he hesitated, and your heart sank “this isn’t a dream is it? It’s too real, and in a dream you wouldn’t have beaten me”

“Look, don’t overthink it” you reassured him. “I say just relax, go along with it, worry about the wider meaning later. Live in the moment”

“Hmm” he was still hesitating

“What would help you here?” you asked “I’m sure Skynet can get us some accessories. Handcuffs, lube, blindfold…”

At your words the items started appearing on the small table across the room. You giggled and continued on.

“Cock rings, vibrators, dildo, sex swing” enough stuff was piling up that some of it fell to the floor with a crash “love eggs, butt plugs, paddles, tick..”

“Argh! Shut the fuck up” Dylan interrupted forcefully, and at your answering smirk he reached out and fisted a hand in the material of your top, pulling you hard towards him and silencing you with a desperate kiss.

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien fanfic #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien fanfiction #dylan o'brien smut

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jordanstrophe · 3 years

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This One is Mine part 9

I did it, I wrote two chapters in one sitting. Brain go brrrr

CW: Kidnapped whumpee, intimate whumper, blood, implied whipping, restraints, whumpee recaptured by whumper, death threats, manhandling, pet whump, Slavery

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The car pulled up to Malcom's factory. The guard opened the door as he drug Michael out of the car.

“No! Stop it! I don’t want to go back, let go of me!” Michael yelled, desperately trying to rip out of his grasp.

“Brat.” Malcolm spat, slamming him against the car. He cried out as he fell to the ground. Before he could do anything, Malcolm grabbed his leg and forced his back on the ground while he held his leg in his arm.

“You want to lose this pretty leg?” He asked, putting a foot on his chest just to force him down even more.

“No! No no no no..” He begged.

“Then shut up and obey.” He let his leg go, and ripped him back onto his feet, grabbing his hair and forcing him to walk half bent over, relying on Malcolm's weight to stay up.

“Words cannot express how disappointed I am in you. I go through all that trouble to bring you home, and this is how you thank me.” He hissed. He drug him all the way back to his desk, Michael hoped he would just be thrown underneath and forgotten, but that would be too nice.

“Why don’t we pick up where we left off now, hmm?” He asked, pulling the red chair out, and throwing him onto it. His back collapsed onto it, he gripped the handles, and watched with terror as Malcolm got the whip out.

“Turn around.” He twirled his finger in a circle as he stood over him. He broke into a sob, wiping away the tears as quickly as they came, as he slowly turned around, kneeling on the hair, arms wrapped around the chairs crown.

“Good boy...” Malcolm grinned.

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“So let me get this straight, Charles. You want to team up, and kill a founder?” Nimrah couldn’t help but to shake her head.

“Not a founder, a disgusting, sick, rotten, pathetic excuse for a man!’’ Charles hissed. “That swine! Came into MY household! Stole MY kid, and thinks he can get away with it?! When I get my hands on that pig I’m going to strangle him till he loses his head!” He yelled.

“Calm down, if you’re going to do this, you have to be level headed.” She said.

“Level headed? Level headed!? I have never been this level headed in my LIFE! I should have taken him out years ago! Hah! Think of how much better this world would be! Think about how safe Michael would have.. Been..” He trailed off, remembering the situation he was in, that his anger had distracted him from.

“Michael... Oh no... Oh sweetheart..” He whispered, collapsing his chest onto the table, burying his head.

“Malcolm isn’t going to kill him, not after all that.” Nimrah reminded.

“He might.”

“Not if I kill him first.”

“I’m going to kill him first.”

“I will be the last thing he sees”

“Charles! Chill! Jeez, I run the assassinations department and I’m not even that crazy!” She yelled. His phone rang, he stopped breathing. He slowly reached into his pocket and pulled it out, It was a video.

He took a deep sigh, Nimrah glanced over his shoulder as he hit play.

“Hey old friend! Look what we have here.” Malcolm smiled. The camera wasn’t straight, and you could only see half of his blood splattered face. He struggled to turn the camera around to Michael. He was facing away, his wrists shackled to the top of the chair, and his back was dripping with blood, long streaks of broken flesh carved his back. Charles could hear quite sobs in the background, his voice giving out.

“This little one, dared speak your name while I, Wasn’t. Having it.” He turned the camera to his lips while he spoke every word.

“Now look at him, beautiful, in his place.” He said, walking over to roughly stroke his hair, as he cried out and flinched at the contact.

“Are you going to be a good pet now?’ He asked, fist in his hair yanking his head up.

‘Y-yes Master!’ He cried out. The camera was turned back to Malcom’s face.

“I know you’re planning something, old friend, but you can’t outsmart me. Not while I have him.” He pointed the camera back to one last look at Michael crying and bleeding out before it shut off.

Charles was silent. He couldn’t speak. The phone slid from his grasp and shattered on the floor with a crack.

He didn’t care.

He didn’t care about anything.

Not this business, not this company, not the system. Not even himself.

He just wanted Michael back.

“Charles. Call a meeting, I’ll back you up.” Nimrah soothed.

“No. He was right at the dinner, he has the votes. I would waste time and... And make a fool of myself.” He collapsed to the ground, helpless.

The door slammed open, Miles and Liam walked in.

“Miles? Liam!? What are you both doing here?”

“We’re getting him back! Malcolm made a mistake, and that was challenging our household! Michael was one of us, and he’s not getting away with this!” Miles yelled.

“And he... He made you happy, Charles. You might not have noticed, but you... You changed the day you brought him home!” Miles cried.

Nimrah sighed as she slunk down next to him and draped her arms around Charles.

“You’re the only one with common sense around here. Wherever you go, I’ll follow.” Nimrah said. Tears streaked down Charles' face. He sat helplessly on the ground surrounded by the best army he could have ever asked for.

“That’s sweet and all, but Liam, why are you here?”

“HE STOLE MY BLOODY TURKEY!”

“LIAM FOR GOODNESS SAKE.”

I don’t take this series very seriously, if you could tell.

the army assembles!!

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(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Thank you for reading!

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Kiss me, Heal me. 3

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: When Jungkook gets injured just before an important game, he sets out to find his soulmate to heal him. In a world where soulmates can heal all kinds of illnesses by kissing, he’s desperate to find his, even if he doesn’t know you yet. What happens if he does find you? Will you kiss a stranger who claims to be your soulmate?

WC: 3k+

Warnings: Smut but it's not who you think it is, Infidelity- but jk has a shitty gf n it's mutual lol, snarky oc at the end.

tags: idiots and enemies to lovers, a lil slowburn, a bit of angst, soulmate culture, smut in the future.

A/N: this is unedited as always so sowee 👅💋 hope ya still like it tho! enjoy loves. :)

pls don’t repost my fic anywhere, if i ever find out you stole my fic idea you’ll regret it. thanks :)

You still couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. Though it was a week ago, and you've been avoiding Jungkook like he had the plague. Also, he went home awkwardly last week after that happened. You wondered if it meant something to him? To you? Of course it meant something to you, you were in-like with him. No matter how hard you tried to deny it, mayhaps you liked him. It really didn't help that you felt like heaven when he kissed you. It kinda makes you think if you were just meant to be healing soulmates and not romantic soulmates. And then there's his girlfriend too, they haven't broken up yet and what if she finds out you kissed his boyfriend? Would that make you a slut? Are you really a slut now? Ugh, maybe you are for Jungkook that is. But no. You should just forget about it, Jungkook doesn't seem like he'll leave his girlfriend for someone like you anyway. Even though you heard they were almost fighting everyday. Your best friend Charlie told you so, of course she asked how last week went and of course you cursed her for making Jungkook scheme with her against you.

But, you also told her about the kiss which she happily squealed when she found out, shipping you both. And then she proceeded to tell you about Jungkook's chaos in paradise. Why did he even kiss you? He's just making you overthink stuff, and it isn't even nighttime yet. Did he just want to help and heal you? Or was it something more? It doesn't matter you kept saying, but maybe you were just trying to convince yourself otherwise.

You went to the library to distract yourself and read some books, and of course like every cliché romance novel- (tho the romance part isn't really true) the person you were avoiding was there. Jungkook and his long curly hair that you hate. Why did he have to be so damn godlike all the time? He was in a casual polo shirt tucked in inside his pants, maybe he didn't have soccer practice today. And he looked so good you were trying not to get wet just staring at him. Maybe he noticed you were ogling him so he decided to stare at you back. But you were still embarrassed and you didn't know how to act around him now, so you went to the back aisle of the library. Not acknowledging that he was calling your name. He didn't let you go though, as he went after you to make your suffering even worse.

"Y/N, hey are you avoiding me?" he suddenly asked. You pretended to be busy reading the book you were holding, just so you didn't have to stare at his handsome face. "Oh. Hey Jungkook, of course I'm not. I'm just busy trying to catch up with school and stuff. Why'd you think so?" you replied indifferently. "You didn't listen to me when I called your name awhile ago, and I haven't seen you around campus so I thought maybe you were avoiding me. Aren't you really?" He said as he moved towards you, making you feel queasy.

"I really am not. I just didn't hear you awhile ago, and besides the whole campus is pretty big maybe we just didn't notice each other." you simply fibbed. "Okay, whatever you say. I just wanted to know how are you feeling btw? Are you feeling better now after we… kissed?" you can't believe his cocky ass would really bring up the kiss. Fck him. "I'm spectacular if you must know. And can we not bring that up ever again please? It doesn't matter anyway." you retorted sarcastically.

"Why not? Are you mad at me because I kissed you? Or are you mad because you loved it?" he said as he moved closer to you trapping you within the shelves. You couldn't breathe but it was also like you didn't care, you wanted him close to you even if you felt like dying inside too. When you finally looked at him in the eye, you weren't surprised that he was staring at you with that playful but concerned look you kinda liked. "Don't be so full of yourself, I only liked it because it healed me. There's no other reason." You tried to shove him off and get away, but he held unto you and placed his hands on your hips. "If that's true, then why can't you look at me more than a minute longer and why are you running away baby?" he whispered into your ear seductively. He then moved to look at your face, and then at your lips. Seemingly wanting to taste them again. And you wanted to taste his too, you remembered how you got almost addicted to his lips the first time you kissed. He leaned in closer and you suddenly remembered you didn't even answer his question yet. But you think you did now as you were kissing him. The kiss didn't last long as you remembered his girlfriend Chaeyoung. It was unfair to her and what if she caught you? You were almost making out with her boyfriend again. The thought was enough to make you pull away from Jungkook, leaving him a little confused.

"Why did you pull away? You can't lie to me, I know you liked kissing me too."

"Yes, maybe I did Jungkook. But it's wrong. You have a girlfriend Jungkook, what are you thinking? What about chaeyoung? Don't you care about what she'd feel?" you reasoned. "I know that, you don't have to remind me. But you're my soulmate Y/N, she's just my girlfriend. And I don't even know what I feel about her anymore, but when I kiss you I don't think about anything or anyone else."

"But we can't do this Jungkook. I can't allow you to cheat on her with me, and I can't allow you to use me while you figure out what you really feel about her. It isn't healthy for the both of us."

"I know baby, I'm sorry. I'm not using you to figure out my feelings for her or forget her, I don't know what it is yet but I feel so good when I'm with you. Can't we just forget about everything for a little while and just let it be?" he said as he cupped your cheeks with his hands. "I don't know Kook, I don't think I can forget that you're with someone else and fool around with you. If things aren't working out for the both of you, why don't you talk it out or break up?"

"It's not that easy to just talk it out with her… and I can't break up with her…" (just yet) Jungkook wanted to add.

"Well what are you planning to do? And what do you want me to do Kook? I don't wanna be the other woman. You surely don't think we'll just mess around while you're still with her?"

"I can't let her go just yet Y/N. I need to think more. But I can't let you go too. You're my soulmate, pls don't give up on me. I just need time to figure things out." Jungkook said dejectedly. "I'll wait for you Kook, I just hope you can make the right decision. Also, It's not like I can avoid you forever. But, maybe it's best if we just stay friends for now. Like friends with no funny business or benefits." You said meaning it seriously but the last part jokingly. Trying to make the mood a little better.

"That's okay with me I guess. Well friend, promise you won't avoid me now?" He looked at you with hopeful eyes.

"Promise. Just don't try to do illegal things to me." You joked. "Okay! Hmm, so you wanna go eat icecream with me at my fave ice cream shop this time?"

"Are you paying for mine? If you are then who am I to say no."

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"Babe, you feel so good inside me."

"Of course I do, I have the best pussy and you know that."

"Not to ruin the mood, but what about your boyfriend? What if he catches us here? I heard he's built, I'm not saying I'm scared but you know I hate confrontation." The guy said balls deep inside her. "What about him? He doesn't care about me, he's probably fucking someone else too. But I can't break up with him you know? We've gone through a lot, and even if he neglects me I still want & need him. And you can't blame me for wanting someone to fulfill my needs, when he doesn’t anymore. Don't worry about him catching us, he never comes here unless I tell him to. Jungkook is so obedient, but a lousy boyfriend."

After you both finished your ice creams,( you learned his fave was the cookies and cream flavor,) Jungkook didn't want to go home yet. He suggested to go to the bowling alley at the mall, to teach you how to play bowling, because you mentioned you've never played it before.

"You have to hold it like this. Place your middle and ring finger in the top 2 holes and place your thumb into the bottom hole." he instructed, after a while you were almost getting the hang of it, though Jungkook was still the best because he'd made a 'turkey' already. You found out he loved going bowling with his dad, before they fought about his goals and dreams. It's amazing how athletic he is. He's an amazing soccer player, he's good at bowling, he's an exercise muscle pig, he can probably do anything if he puts his mind to it. Maybe the only thing he can't do is leave his girlfriend for you, or like you. But it's not time for your pity party right now.

After a taxing hell week, Jungkook invited you to have a movie marathon with him as a friend at his place, to relax after the horrid week and hangout.

"What movies are we watching this time Kook?" you asked sitting on his bed comfortably, holding a bag of chips to munch on later as you watched movies. "Hmm, I was thinking we could watch all the Iron man movies, and maybe spiderman after."

"Wow you really like Iron man huh?" you teased smirking a little. "Well yeah, only uncultured swines don't." he retorted.

"I really like how pepper stayed by his side through everything. She's a brilliant woman." Jungkook says sometime during the movie. "Yeah, I haven't really seen all the iron man movies till now but I can say they suit each other well. Pun unintended." you laughed at your silly thought, making Jungkook smile too.

You were focusing on the movie when you realized Jungkook's attention wasn't fully on the movie, instead it was at you. He was staring at you and he wasn't even being subtle about it. "Hey creep, why are you staring? You're not planning to murder me are you?" You joked. "I'm not a creep and I'm not planning to murder you, I was just admiring the view." You felt a blush forming in your cheeks at his words. Did he mean he was admiring you? That you were the view? The view isn't even that beautiful though, you thought insecure.

"Stop joking around Kook." you told him shrugging him off. "I'm not though, but I'll stop. Wouldn't want you falling for me even more." He cockily remarked. You knew he was joking but you couldn't help but get pissed a little by his joke. It was like he was trying to rile you up and for what? You couldn't do anything with him. You shouldn't, besides you already had an agreement. "As if Kook, keep dreaming."

"I'll keep dreaming of you then."

"Shut up or I'm really gonna get mad now."

"Okay, okay. I was just teasing babe don't be mad, I'm sorry."

"Let's just continue watching the movie okay?"

"Yeah, of course." he said awkwardly.

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You were out buying something at the store when you saw someone familiar passing by. Was that Chaeyoung? Jungkook's girlfriend? After taking the items you bought you followed her, as you were curious if Jungkook was with her at the mall too. But to your surprise she entered a resto, and the guy waiting for her wasn't Jungkook. It was some guy you didn't know but they looked kinda close if you must say. Thinking he was just a friend, you were about to go on your way when you saw at the corner of your eye that they were a little too close to be just friends. She fed him some food and they were sweet with each other. An ugly thought geared in your head. She wasn't cheating on Jungkook wasn't she? But if she were then it would be so unfair to him.

You had the sudden urge to ask her what she was doing when you realized it wasn't your place and your business to butt in. You also remembered that you kissed his boyfriend so you were conflicted. Isn't it hypocritical to hate her for possibly cheating on Jungkook, when Jungkook kinda did the same? Their relationship is kinda fucked up if you think about it, and you don't want to be a part of it. But how can you not be affected when you've already sinned with your soulmate. You decided to go home instead of snitching her to Jungkook, as you thought it wasn't the right time yet. Also, you needed more proof and to know the truth if she really was doing it.

You were back again at Jungkook's place to do a project for school, as the universe decided to make you partners for this class project. Maybe it's the soulmate effect, ew. You should stop being delulu, you thought. You weren't gonna lie and say you don't enjoy spending time with Jungkook though, He was always so adorable and kind. Except for times when his cockiness gets the best of him, he was enjoyable to be around with. "So, which part do you wanna do first?" you asked. "Hmm, maybe the easy one first?" you laughed a little, of course he'd choose the easy part to do. "Okay. You'll do the vocabulary part and I'll do the introduction summary for now." You stated. He agreed and you both proceeded to do the project, chatting occasionally to ask some questions about it. You just finished your tasks for today, when Jungkook decided to make a dad joke and it was actually a good one- or maybe you're just lame that's why you found it so funny that you had tears in the corner of your eyes from laughing so much. Someone decided to knock on his door interrupting your crack fiasco, and you remembered to get yourself together and stop giggling like a crackhead.

"Chaeyoung? Why are you here?" Jungkook said as soon as he opened his door, his girlfriend appearing in front of him. "Because you weren't answering your phone Kook, and now I see why." She retorted, looking at you accusingly. She had put weird extensions on her hair, making her look quite ratchet. But her outfit was kinda nice, it was slutty like her. "Well Y/N's here because we're doing a school project, it's not what you're thinking Chae."

"And what am I thinking Kook? Care to tell me how you know what's on my mind?" she said sarcastically. "I'm just saying the stupid things you're thinking aren't real, babe." Chaeyoung got angry at his statement. "Are you saying I'm stupid Jungkook? How dare you!" she screamed.

"I never said that, you're the one who said it. Are we really gonna fight right now again? Because I don't have the time or energy for it. So can we do it some other time? Not right now when Y/N's here." Instead of being ashamed, the things Jungkook said just seemed to rile up his girlfriend more. "And so fcking what if she's here Kook? I don't care about her, and you shouldn't too. Your business with her is done! You shouldn't be meeting up with her anymore, but look at you hoeing around behind my back." You wanted to defend Jungkook, but you remembered that you did kiss him and that made you feel a little guilty. Though, you agreed to be just friends right now. "I'm not hoeing around Chaeyoung! Stop accusing me of doing things I'm not doing. I care about Y/N because she's my soulmate, and you should respect her as a person if you can't respect us being connected in each other's lives." Jungkook retorted right back at her. "If you're not playing around then why do I feel like you are Kook? A woman's instincts are never wrong. You've been cold to me. And whenever we talk, we just fight. Is it really crazy for me to think that it's because you want something or someone new?" she cried crocodile tears.

"I'm sorry if you feel that way, but It's not wholly my fault. You always seem to find mistakes in me and accuse me of stupid shit I didn't do, that's why we're always fighting. You say I never communicate, but when I try to- you're the one who doesn't listen to me. I don't even know what to do with you anymore Chae. I don't know what to do with us." Jungkook sighed, quite exhausted with the whole conversation they're having. It was so awkward for you to witness them fighting, that you wanted to get out of the room already. So you told Jungkook you were leaving.

"Kook, I'm sorry to butt-in but maybe I should leave now? We're almost done with the project anyway." Jungkook was about to reply and escort you out, but his girlfriend chimed in. "You really only thought to leave now? When you could've done that ages ago? Come to think of it, it's your fault why we're fighting again. You're an annoying little slut." Jungkook was embarrassed and bummed at his girlfriend for insulting you like that, she was being paranoid and a bitch. You decided not to mind her and say anything, even though her bitch ass was really getting into your nerves. "Chaeyoung shut up!" he told her.

"No. Why should I shut up when it's true? It's her fcking fault for being such a flirty whore trying to steal you away from me! You're not even gonna deny it are you?" You couldn't help but answer her as you couldn't take the bullshit she was spouting anymore. "I don't usually respond to background noise and nonsense people, but since you wanted my attention so badly- I'm gonna tell you this. I'm not trying to steal your boyfriend, so please get out of your imagination now, It's not healthy." You retorted snarkily. You were about to get out of the door, but you couldn't help but tell her one last thing before you go,

"And before you call me a whore, make sure you're not one."

And you coolly went out of the door and walked away from them, leaving poor slutty Chaeyoung stunned.

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makeste · 4 years

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BnHA Chapter 275: YAAAAY but Also AHHHHH

Previously on BnHA: Endeavor was all “I’M FIGHTING TOMURA AND YOU CAN’T STOP ME” and set everything on fire. Unlike SOME people, however, it turns out fire is NOT Tomura’s weakness, so he basically just shrugged it off. But before things could progress any further, AFO was all “psst, go get One for All” and Tomura was all “? One for All?” and Endeavor was all “?? One for All?” and Deku and Kacchan, who were listening in on their earpieces, were all “!!!” Having thus realized that Tomura was targeting him, Deku sped off to lead him somewhere away from the civilians... accompanied by his good friend Bakugou “274 chapters of character development have all been leading up to this” Katsuki. Because like hell are you going to have an EPIC BATTLE with the FINAL VILLAIN without him, you damn nerd. Who’s he going to heroically sacrifice himself for if you’re not there?? Hahh!?

Today on BnHA: Deku and Kacchan fly off to battle Tomura after confusing Endeavor into giving them his location (which wasn’t very hard lmao). En route, Deku finally thinks to ask Kacchan why he’s tagging along, and Kacchan is all “DON’T GET ME WRONG, IT’S JUST BECAUSE I WANT REVENGE ON TOMURA, AND DEFINITELY NOT BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT YOU AT ALL, HOW DARE YOU, WHY WOULD YOU EVEN SAY THAT”, which is super convincing and didn’t make me roll my eyes at all. Anyways so then Tomura shows up and is all “EYO TIME TO KILL YOU NOW” and Deku and Kacchan are all “OH SFFKDFK”, but fortunately Gran shows up to save them in the nick of time, because BnHA is literally the only shounen manga in which grown-ups will see kids trying to lead a battle and be like “lol wtf” and actually try to stop that shit instead of being all “what are your orders, children.” The chapter then ends with the heroes doing EXACTLY WHAT THEY SHOULD BE DOING??Namely, having the guy who can TURN OFF QUIRKS battle the guy with the ultimate death quirk! I’m so proud. But also I swear to god, if Tomura so much as breathes suspiciously in his direction...!! What the fuck. HORIKOSHI.

y’all what in the fresh hell is this bs

not yet there isn’t son but if you keep trolling like this I can give your nervous system something to actually be nervous about

anyway. this was his comment from last week’s issue of Jump, and I have absolutely no idea what it’s referring to, is the fun part! did he cry because of something he was working on in a chapter that’s coming up? or is he just tired from a combination of stressful mangaka schedule + 2020 in general?? or hell, for all I know he just recently watched Titanic or some shit

(ETA: KILLING AIZAWA SHOUTA WOULDN’T MAKE SOMEONE CRY OUT OF JOY, THOUGH. RIGHT?!)

anyways I guess it’s time to read and see if I feel like sadly happily crying for two hours afterward

-- oh shit I just realized there are two scanlations out for this?? one from readjump.com, and one from readheroacademia.com. lol now what. uhhh

lulzes. I guess I’ll go with RHA for now and keep checking back to RJ after each page and I’ll go with whichever translation I liked better

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, OUR MILLENNIAL VILLAIN

or would he actually be gen z. he was already in his twenties when this manga started like six years ago, so I’m going with millennial. but on the cusp though I guess. anyway, he plays video games though is the point

and I see he’s already decided to contradict me and my inane speculations not two panels in! I GUESS I AM JUST A FOOL. that’s really interesting though. I wonder if it’s just Monoma’s quirk that doesn’t take the accumulated “save data” from the people he copies from, then? guh. how many of my AFO/OFA theory notes do I have to scrap now

and there’s a little quirk blurb about Search, which is fairly useless given that we already know how it works (actually in even greater detail than shown here), but at least it comes with a cute little picture of Ragdoll in her hero costume, to make us all sad and stuff

so anyways Tomura who are you looking at?? this was a topic of some contention last week! also why were you only seeing nine people then. Ragdoll had seen everyone in 1-A along with Aizawa and her fellow Pussycats at a minimum, so is this confirmation that Tora and Mandalay and Pixie-Bob are all really dead then, because I CAN AND WILL HUNT DOWN A MAN AND MAKE HIM CRY FOR A GOOD DEAL LONGER THAN TWO HOURS IF THAT’S REALLY THE CASE. was Kouta not traumatized enough already?? LET’S JUST ORPHAN HIM AGAIN WHY NOT THAT’S A GOOD PLAN

(ETA: I really hate that we are still up in the air regarding this? and I mean, sure, why not, we only had like a dozen lady heroes to begin with, so why not just kill off two more of them, offscreen, in one fell swoop??)

WHAT IS A SHAME. TOMURA. DAMN IT

(ETA: ??)

-- well hello there

OR MAYBE I WAS NOT A FOOL AT ALL?? lol guys. please do not tell me my hobo husband is flying his vengeful ass over to where Tomura all heedless of the danger because I really do not need that just yet. CAN MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS PLEASE FUCKING TAKE TURNS BEING IN TERRIBLE DANGER INSTEAD OF ALL AT ONCE

sob we’re cutting back to Endeavor and Deku and Kacchan. ACTUALLY THAT’S GOOD THOUGH why am I complaining. I’m just gonna have to get used to the fact that no one is going to truly be safe for the next god knows however many chapters, and make my peace with that. hahaha. yeah right

lmao Deku. “HEY WHAT’S UP, ME AND MY FELLOW CHILD HERE ARE GONNA LURE SHIGARAKI TOWARDS US, BUT WE’LL EXPLAIN OUR REASONS FOR THAT LATER. IF YOU SEE HIM MAKING ANY SUDDEN MOVEMENTS PLEASE INFORM US SO AS TO AID US IN THIS PLAN.” Endeavor if you just go along with this I will lose so much respect for you lmao

lol he is trying to argue a bit but then he’s suddenly cutting off. so in hindsight I don’t know why I said “lol”, really. I’M JUST NERVOUS OKAY

btw in the other translation Deku straight up asks if Endeavor can redirect Tomura towards them. “sure no problem bucko, let me just tell the walking apocalypse exactly where he can find you, my two sixteen-year-old interns whose safety I am responsible for. I was just thinking to myself that I hadn’t had my fill of crazy ill-thought-out plans with a high risk of death today”

holy --

okay I have not the SLIGHTEST clue what’s going on here, even after analyzing both scans, except that someone, probably Tomura, either just went CRONCH or just GOT cronched just now lmao. let us read on to find out who was cronched and who did the cronching

the rest of this page is not really much more helpful

but I am becoming increasingly suspicious that those were in fact Tomura’s new, improved and ridiculously thicc legs doing the cronching as he did a Marvel Superhero Landing from the most RIDICULOUS ANGLE POSSIBLE

LMAO NOW WHAT

so he just cronched onto the ground and fooshed Endeavor and then went flying off again huh

LMAO AT EVERYTHINNNNNG

THANK YOU ENJI. HE’LL LURE HIM AWAY. lols WHY THE FUCK DID YOU TELL THEM WHICH WAY HE WAS HEADED YOU BOOB

he really just fucking hung up on him afterwards too. just, “got it thanks amigo just leave everything to me, [CLICK]”

OH MY GOD

BECAUSE WE CAN’T HAVE ANYONE ELSE CONVENIENTLY INTERFERING WHEN YOU HAVE YOUR LITTLE THROWDOWN OF DESTINY HUH. THAT WOULD JUST BE TERRIBLE

-- oh shit

that’s just. a SLIGHT change in meaning, there. silly me. thinking “get rid of them” meant “get rid of their communications as opposed to FUCKING KILLING THE ONE YOU’RE NOT ACTUALLY AFTER. hmm. well that’s not good

(ETA: never have I been so happy that a translation was wrong lmao.)

so now Endeavor’s shouting at everyone else that Tomura is heading southwest and that he has “SUPER REGENARTION” (sic) and is no longer THE SAME THUG HE WAS BEFORE and yeah RHA you have officially won me over, flaws and all. listen up boyos. this ain’t your granddaddy’s Shigaraki Tomura. this one regenars

also “that damn kid...” like why the hell did my son have to go and befriend two protagonists. why is this my life now

AHAHAHAHA

“MIDORIYA IS IN DANGER...!!” STORY OF THIS MANGA. AHAHA. KACCHAN HE’S COMING. HE’S COMING, KACCHAN. for you two. someone please help me I am both terrified and thrilled beyond all recognition and my body doesn’t know how to handle the conflicting emotions. honestly crying for two hours is starting to sound more and more appealing

oh my god I forgot they didn’t know, though

fff. Kacchan especially didn’t know, because unlike Deku he doesn’t have random bits of other people’s souls going “heyyyyyyy... transcendent being at 12 o’clock.” what has this kid so bravely and stupidly gone and gotten himself into

look at them go

damn Deku can you really not float yet?? that’s going to be really inconvenient if that’s the case

(ETA: my boy really would have just straight up died. he would have died so hard.)

OH MY GOD

NOW YOU WANT TO ASK HIM LMAOOOO. well it’s because of all the character development!! if you must know

THAT’S NOT AN ANSWER BLASTY MCANGERTY

you’re not as smooth as you think you are, you know. we all know why you actually followed him. but fine, be that way

okay so now he’s giving a real-er answer though

“understand the situation”, the situation being that your best friend and his secret-trump-card-in-the-battle-against-evil quirk were being targeted by the guy who just obliterated this entire city. got it. you put it quite succinctly

and Deku is all

and Kacchan is all

love how he throws that protagonist crack in there too. because we all know that Deku absolutely is the protagonist lol, and so if that part’s obviously not true, we can make some inferences about the rest of what he’s saying too now can’t we

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh snap

YOU SURE DO!! and he does with you too!! :) it’s gonna be one big happy reunion! :) :) :) oh gosh golly

OH NO KATSUKI WHAT ARE YOU DOING

what are you doing to me, I should clarify. please be considerate of my feelings. you can’t just DUMP sudden Kacchan Kamino Angst on me without any warning, you have to let me know in advance so that I can buy some thank you cards

THERE’S MOREEEEE???

YOU REMEMBER TOO, DON’T YOU DEKU. HE WAS ALL CRYING AND STUFF. IT WAS A LOT. IT’S POSSIBLE THAT I HAVE NEVER PERSONALLY GOTTEN OVER IT

AND IT LOOKS LIKE HE NEVER QUITE GOT OVER IT EITHER

:’)

by the way in the other translation he says “I’ll make up for what I did that day.” so yeah. BOOM. right to the heart. shot of me collapsing to the ground in slow motion

but it’s interesting though that he still can’t admit to having selfless motives yet! even after everything he’s been through and all his character growth! he’s still all GET RID OF THE REFERENCES TO ME CARING ABOUT YOU, WE CAN’T LET PEOPLE KNOW WE HAVE FEELINGS

but even his Kamino feels are notably first and foremost about him feeling responsible for failing All Might. so yeah, buddy. where does that leave you? even your feeble excuses are still rooted in selflessness, JUST GIVE IN AND ADMIT YOU’VE BEEN SECRETLY GIVING A SHIT BEHIND EVERYONE’S BACK. and honestly he might be better off at this point if he didn’t! BUT HE DOES. and that’s that

anyways Deku I sure hope you and your big hero brain can see right through this nonsense

god. you’re both in so much danger though, do you even have any idea?! of course you fucking don’t. god

HELLO BAKUGOU NARRATION!?!

well that’s one hell of a rare sight!! all fresh and chock full of shrewd observations about his best rival’s current skillset. ah what a time we’re living in

ooooh

gonna hold off commentary until I read the next part of this lol

OOOOOH

goddamn. Horikoshi really went off this week. just a whole chapter’s worth of Stuff Makeste Really Likes, goddamn is it my birthday or what

so do you guys think he’ll be able to keep pace all the way up to 100%? I can see this part being interpreted in two totally different ways if I’m being honest. on the one hand we have the more pessimistic (some would say realistic) view that Bakugou is desperately trying to convince himself that he’s still on the same level as the rival he so desperately wants to surpass, but with the sinking feeling that he’s actually not going to be able to keep up for much longer. and then on the other side of the coin we have the more glass-half-full perspective that he actually is capable of keeping up with him right to the bitter end. that even as Deku grows stronger, he’ll continue to push himself and use that as motivation to keep getting stronger too. that Deku isn’t out of reach; that his goal isn’t out of reach

and I’m not completely sure which way this is leaning myself! I personally would like to lean more towards the second interpretation, because y’all know I love me some rivals. and also because imo one of the most commendable things about Bakugou’s development has been how he hasn’t once been envious of Deku’s strength or of his position as All Might’s chosen heir since he learned about OFA. he hasn’t once shown any kind of resentment towards him for it, or doubted whether or not he deserves it. and as minor a detail as that may seem to some people, I cherish it. and I don’t want that to change! but I guess we shall see

so now we’re getting the clearest shot we’ve had yet of the new AFO holes in Tomura’s palms as he gets ready to combine some more quirks. also! more information about the quirks he has and is using! fucking thank you, where was this last week

so “radio waves” is clearly going to be used here to disrupt the heroes’ communication, which is a shame for them, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t relieved given the alternative! the RJ translation is clearly just a hot mess lol. but I still adore that one “I’ll make up for what I did” line though

WOW

THE DISRESPECT. LOL DID YOU JUST FUCKING KILL HIS ASS

(ETA: I just realized he’s nowhere to be found after this, though, so... did he?? or is he now lying somewhere now all wounded and waiting to be found by one, or, dare I say, two of his sons? ...)

LKDFJLSDKGHOSIDGHOISDflkwejfdfsdklggdflgnfdlgndakgalkgldfdfkwlfwiowelKLDSGKSL:DKGJL:DKFM?G?SGSDLKG?SDFSDF??LKJ@L!

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT

even if you ask him nicely??! somehow I just can’t help feeling that he probably shouldn’t oblige you, though!?!?!

anyways. THAT AIN’T SAFE. and what the hell is happening in that bottom left corner ahhhhhh

AHHHHHHH

GRAN DM ME YOUR ADDRESS I WANT TO SEND YOU SOME FLOWERS AND A BASKET OF FRUIT AND CRACKERS AND SOME LITTLE CHEESES AND SAUSAGES

jesus christ it completely slipped my mind that there was one other person currently in the vicinity who knows about OFA. my good sir, maybe you would like to introduce these two dunderfucks to the concept of a “plan.” and maybe you can also find the single shared braincell they apparently dropped and lost somewhere back there in all the city rubble

oh fuck me

(ETA: does Kacchan look so rattled here because he is being lectured, or because he just saw a vision of his own death and is now having it explained to him just how close he came to being decomposed. you decide! I’ll just sit here and bask in the angst.)

fuck. main character gods were really working overtime here. anyways so how are you all doing this fine Friday afternoon. me, I’m just sitting here wrangling with the knowledge that Tomura’s quirk is even deadlier than I realized, and that my two little boys came within inches of dying horrible deaths just now. but anyways it’s not as humid today as it was yesterday so that’s really nice

anyways so now Gran is continuing to lecture the mayor of Dumb Ideas Town here, along with his friend the deputy mayor who still thinks he outranks the actual mayor

SHH NOW AND LISTEN TO YOUR GRANDPA

-- ohhhh shit son are they mounting a counterattack?? don’t tell me!!

also is Gran seriously faster than Tomura. that makes no fucking sense, and yet these two are only alive now because of it so I’M SURE NOT GONNA QUESTION IT

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

AND IS AIZAWA ON HER BACK THOUGH???

AHAHHAHAHAHAHA

AH, BUT IT AIN’T GONNA WORK THOUGH, IS IT!!! AHAHAHA YESSSSSS

excellent question sir. the short answer is “they’re idiots”, and the long answer is just a longer version of “they’re idiots” but with some more complicated BakuDeku feels mixed in. I’ll tell you all about it if you just promise me that you’ll actually live through this, all right?

“is he after the two of them?” listen boy if you don’t finally put two and two together after this I’m gonna be fucking beside myself lol. (though honestly, Deku and Kacchan have been targeted by the League so many other times already that he might just simply accept “yeah they’re after them again” without any further explanation)

my dear gentlefolk would you fucking look at how the lord has blessed us on this day

Aizawa Fucking Shouta and the motherfucking dramatic intro to end all dramatic intros. finally this man gets his moment

someone please teach me how to cast a force field. teach me how to reach into the manga and slap this man and tell him to stop talking about how everyone’s noble sacrifices to protect him and his eraser quirk have led him to this day and to this one encounter. my guy. my fucking dude. THERE HAD BETTER BE SUBSEQUENT ENCOUNTERS AFTER THIS

NOOOOOOOOOOOO

ISN’T HE THOUGH??? Tomura I love you sweetie but you better BACK THE FUCK. OFF

well FINE THEN! BE THAT WAY. it’s not like my life revolves around you and your stupid manga anyway!! it’s not like I’m obsessed with it or anything!! I have other hobbies!! well I actually do have other hobbies, so that doesn’t really work as sarcasm, so let’s see though. maybe something more like, “this isn’t by far my favorite out of all my hobbies!!” I don’t spend 80-90% of my free time on any given day either actively or passively daydreaming about this series and writing essays in my head and reading fanfic and scrolling through art on tumblr!! etc.!! whatever!! enjoy your break!! have fun living your life!!

please don’t kill Aizawa

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Rise . Harald X OC

Summary: Escaping from her abusive husband with her children Aurella never expected to end up with the Heathens, even more to catch the eyes from the King of Norway….One-shot.

Authors note: I managed to write this in a day after being sick all week. Feeling much better today, very grateful. Hope you all enjoy!

Word count: 2633

Warning: Mentions of abuse and smut.

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Ending up with the Heathens wasn’t what Aurella had in mind, but it was a far better life still then being married to that violent husband of hers. Yes, ending up as a slave, working in the hall for the king of Norway sounded not like the best thing but it honestly was, even more for her children.

For years she put up with her husband's ways and it only grew worse. She should’ve left him a long time ago but stayed because it was the only home they had. Then when he tried to take out his anger on the kids that’s when she acted and slammed a wooden plank over his head, giving her enough time to flee with her kids.

It was just fate, that’s what she was calling it, that the Heathens were nearby, planning to attack her village. Bumping into them was enough shock, but even more when her husband suddenly came out, charging behind them and then dropping dead, killed by a single arrow.

All she could do was shield her children as one of them approached her, later learning his name was Harald, king of all of Norway. Right there she promised to serve him, only to keep her children safe and after thinking about it for a moment he agreed.

Keeping his word he made sure her children and herself had their own cabin in his settlement right near the hall. All he asked was for her to serve him and she did. Her son, Durwin, was the eldest and old enough to help take care of his little sister, Linette.

It was a change for them, a better life she called it. Least she didn’t need to worry about her drunk and abusive husband anymore and give her children a chance in another culture. It meant forgetting about their god and embracing the Heathens gods, which was strange but at this point in life she didn’t care honestly.

The only good thing that life gave her was two beautiful children.

Serving King Harald was something she was willing to do and he was much kinder than most of anyone else in her life towards her. It may sound strange but it was true. When while doing her chores she would see her children surrounding him.

At first she thought they might’ve been bothering him but quickly discovered he asked for them to be there, to tell them stories and listening to their own, learning about each other. She noticed that her children were comfortable with him and that made her relax.

After settling her children for sleep she then came into his room where she drew him a warm bath and waited for him. She grew used to this lifestyle quickly, and it was a better life than what she used to have. How sad was that, better to be a slave then married to her drunk and abusive husband.

“Aurella?” Hearing Her name she suddenly stood up and turned to see Harald in the room.

“King Harald, forgive me I didn’t hear you come on.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about, my dear.” He always called her that and it always made her cheeks flush red feeling shy about it always. “I don’t think you heard me, I said your children are very smart and beautiful, I enjoy their company.”

“Oh, yes, sorry-” She cleared her throat a little. “Just thinking.”

“Anything interesting?” He asked as he stepped forward and started to remove his clothes for the bath. It wasn’t the first time, but she felt her cheeks become warm whenever she saw his toned chest and tattoos, much better compared to the drunk pig belly from her husband.

“No, my lord.” She answered as he slipped into the basin and she poured some salt into the water for him to soak in.

“Hmm.” Harald hummed gently in return as he watched her fondly, giving a small smile. “You’re an interesting woman, Aurella, yet I hardly know anything about you.”

“Forgive me, my lord, but you haven’t really asked me anything.” She smiled gently as he smirked back in return. He really enjoyed her company.

“Please, Aurella, call my Harald, I’ve told you that already.”

“Forgive me, my-” Stopping herself she blushed a little. “Harald.”

“Now, tell me a little about yourself.”

Aurella started small, telling of the simple and poor life she had with her parents on their little farm. She was an only child since her mother died at a young age and her father fell ill as she got older. That’s when a man came to her, offering his hand in marriage and feeling desperate she agreed. At first she thought they could learn to love each other, but it was just a sad life being married to him. He grew fatter, lazier and soon became abusive. For too long she put up with it before finally making a run for it, and that’s when she said they found them and killed him just in time.

“He can no longer hurt you or your children ever again.” He told her as he listened carefully.

“Yeah, because you saved us from that life, from him.” Grabbing a rag she then started to help clean his arms, her eyes lingering too long over his tattoos.

“He wasn’t a man, but a fool, someone who got what they deserved for ever hurting you. I see a beautiful and smart woman willing to protect those they love. The moment I saw you I knew there was something special, and I suddenly had to...know you.”

“Know me? What do you mean?” She asked as she glanced up into his eyes. His kind words were heard and she wasn’t even sure how to answer him for that.

Harald moved his hand and touched her face, caressing her cheek and moved away again giving her a weak smile. “I find you beautiful, and I wish for you to be aware that I feel this pull towards you. I would like something more, and I don’t wish to scare you away.”

His confession didn’t surprise her honestly. There was a part of her that suspected this, but didn’t want to think too much about it. Yes, he was a very handsome man, but she didn’t know what to say or do about it.

“Any princess would be lucky to have you as their husband. I’m just a simple woman, I come from nothing.” It was true, not that she was denying him, just speaking truthful words.

“I come from nothing, my dear. That’s the life I was born into, a simple farmer. But I wanted so much more and I grew myself in power, became an earl, then I fell in love with a princess. I offered my hand in marriage to her but she refused, saying I wasn’t worthy yet, that I had to become a king to win her hand in marriage. So, I killed kings to become one, gained more power, more lands, and when I was ready I found out she married another man, an earl, it broke my heart. There was another woman, my enemies lover and she agreed to marry me. She...was beautiful, strong, and died in battle along with our unborn child. As time passed I slowly healed and found my gaze on another woman, but she chose to marry Bjorn Ironside instead. I’ve never had the best of luck with women, and I hope that even just once, I can feel that...tender feeling, love.”

She listened to him as he spoke. How could a man like him get hurt or lose someone, she didn’t understand this. Yes, she’s heard of Bjorn Ironside, son of Ragnar but that was it.

“I’m sorry for what you’ve been through, Harald. I...I feel silly for saying this but…. I do feel something for you. For so long I put up with my husband, took all his anger to protect my children, and when he went to hurt them I attacked him and finally took off, and you know the rest. For once I would like to feel love as well, to know what it’s like, at least once.”

“Not just once.” He was suddenly closer then, brushing his nose against her own making her breath hitch. “I want it to last forever.” His lips were suddenly on her own in a tender kiss.

The kiss caught her by surprise but she didn’t pull away, in fact she slowly leaned into it, accepting the kiss from him. Her reaction pleased Harald and he deepened it more.

Suddenly he pulled her into the basin with her, making her gasp softly from the sudden wetness and the fact she was still wearing a dress but he didn’t seem to care before kissing her again. His hands roamed over her, pulling her closer against him more while she returned the kiss back before letting out a surprised gasp against his lips feeling his hardness.

Not that she was against the idea, but she hasn’t really ever had a pleasent experiance with sex before. But it felt different now, finally a moment for her to enjoy with another.

“Aurella. I wish to have you, but only if you’ll have me.”

Never had she been even asked. “Yes, you may.” She wanted this just like him.

He pulled down the front of her dress then, exposing her breasts and massaged one as he kissed the other making her moan in pleasure softly. The reaction he gave her was so unexpected, but it all felt so real, and she craved for that.

Her head tilted back as his warm lips and beard tickled up her neck then, showering her in a bliss and love as she pressed herself closer against him.

His throbbing cock positioned against her before she suddenly was filled by him, letting out a loud moan as his thickness stretched her depths beyond like before.

“Am I hurting you?” His words were so kind, tender.

“No, you’re just very big.” She admitted shyly making him chuckle softly.

“All for you, my dear.”

He started to move her hips against him, slowly, allowing her to adjust and feel him twitch inside of her as she clenched a little, sighing in pleasure with her hands gripping onto his shoulders. Sex never felt so good before, this wasn’t what she ever imagined it to be like.

“Harald….this feels good.” She whispered as she moved her hips.

“It gets better.” And it did, so much. His cock hit the right places inside her, rubbing against her walls as she rocked a little more firmer against him, rubbing herself and building up both their pleasures.

Harald buried his face against her neck and shoulders, holding her close and savouring every second of this blissful moment with her. It had been so long since he’s felt like this and he didn’t want to lose that feeling ever again.

After a time their movements became more firmer, slopping, both closer to reaching their ends together. Neither stopped and just let it happen.

“Harald...I-I’m...I’m close!” She warned him but he only gave a breathy smile.

“Let yourself go, my dear.”

And she did, letting out a cry of pleasure, not caring who heard as she milked him and he suddenly followed closely behind, spilling his seed deep within her depths and riding out their orgasms together.

Aurella rested her head down against his shoulder as she panted heavily, tired and dazed.

“I want to take you to bed, to hold you in my arms all night.” He whispered between kisses.

“I would be happy to join you.” She answered back.

She was so dazed that the last she could remember was being carried in his arms and laid in his bed before falling asleep against his chest, savouring the warmth from him.

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When Aurella woke up the next morning she was naked in bed, alone, but comfortable and warm still. Holding the furs against her chest she sat up and wondered where Harald went off to. He was king, so of course he had duties to follow.

Suddenly the doors open making her gasp softly only to see another thrall coming in, looking up at her and bowing lightly.

“Forgive me, my lady. I didn’t mean to startle you. King Harald has asked me to help you get ready before eating this morning.” She then proceeded to get a dress for her

She didn’t understand what she meant but was left speechless. Silently she got out of bed, still holding the furs before the thrall helped her, something she’s never had done before.

“I-I can dress myself…” She told her in the nicest way possible.

“King Harald insisted I help, forgive me, I do not wish to disappoint him.

Once dressed and hair braided she looked at herself in the mirror and was amazed how she looked. The dress was way too beautiful, only fit for a queen, and yet she was wearing it.

Coming out she saw Harald standing about looking like he was waiting for her, and when he looked up he held a large bright smile, opening his arms.

“So beautiful, my dear. Kissed by Freyer herself.”

His words made her blush a little before she asked him.

“What’s going on? I mean, I’m just a little confused.”

“I see, and I’m sorry I wasn’t there this morning, I just had to prepare things. First off, you’re no longer a slave, you’re a free woman to do as you please, as well as your children.”

This caught her by surprise. “I...I don’t know what to say.”

His hands came up to caress both her cheeks. “I want you and your children to be happy, and I stop you from doing what you want. However, now comes another question. I would like to marry you, for you to become my wife and queen. Your children shall be raised as if they were my own and I swear it on my arm ring that I’ll never bring harm to them, or you, my dear. I won’t force you to decide though, it’s up to you.”

She was left speechless and didn’t know how to respond to him. Her whole life she had been trapped and now she has the chance to be free, but either with or without Harald.

“Mother!” She heard her children come running into the hall, clean and new clothes, fit for a princess and prince. They looked so happy and proud.

“Look mother! I’m a princess!” Linette gave a spin with a beaming giggle.

“I’ve never had such nice clothes. Thank you, King Harald.” Durwin said.

“Durwin, you may call me Harald, no need to be formal.” He said rubbing his head.

Aurella stared at her children with a soft smile. They looked so happy, not because of the clothes, but just being here. Harald was the only man to ever treat them with kindness, as he was the only one to treat her the same way. Looking back at him she then suddenly stepped closer and gave a soft kiss to him, hearing her children gasp as they saw this.

Moving away her eyes glittered as she caressed his cheek gently.

“Thank you, Harald, for everything. I will marry you.”

Harald gave a light happy chuckle, embracing her as the children looked at one another, surprised by the news but happy about their mother’s choice.

“You won’t regret this, I promise.”

She had a good feeling she won’t regret this either. Being here had made her the happiest in all her life. A new change and a new life, it’s all they needed.

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Best Part of Me -Chapter 38

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Tagging: @c-a-v-a-l-r-y, @alievans007, @innerpaperexpertcloud, @ocfairygodmother

“How much do you think Kyle knows?” Esme asks, several hours later as she stands at the end of their bed with Addie in her arms. Her body sways from side to side; the movement solely to calm her shaky nerves baby, the baby already fast asleep. Her voice is low; eager to keep any eavesdroppers -especially little ones- from hearing their conversation.

“Might not know anything,” Tyler replies, as he slips into a pair of cargo pants, tending to the zipper and button.

“What’s the chances of that? Considering all the time he’s been spending over there, getting to know her. In the biblical sense.”

“How long were you able to hide what you did for a living from your family?”

“That’s a valid point. But I didn’t live under the same roof as them. And Kyle’s been over there every day for a week and a half; we barely see him. Can you be with someone THAT much and still be totally oblivious?”

“Maybe she’s really good at her job and knows how to keep things on the down low. She fooled us, didn’t she?”

“I’d just like to take this opportunity to swallow my pride and admit that you were right all along. You didn’t trust her from day one. “

“You called me paranoid and overprotective,” he reminds her.

“Usually that’s all it is,” she reasons. “You can be VERY paranoid and overprotective. I thought you didn’t want some strange all up in your personal space. You don’t like people disturbing your happy place.”

“You can’t tell me you didn’t think there was something...off...about her.”

Esme shrugs. “I thought maybe she was just eccentric and outgoing. Friendly.”

“Overly friendly. Like she was trying too hard.”

“Well you ARE a tough nut to crack. I guess it is sort of strange that she seemed so hell bent on being friends with you; you’re not exactly the warmest and most welcoming person. And the whole thing wanting to touch you all the time,” she frowns. “I mean, I can’t exactly blame her for wanting to. I’d want to feel you up too. But she was so...I don’t know...insistent.”

“And you encouraged it. That night she had dinner here.”

“I was joking around and you were a really good sport about it. I just thought she was being goofy and totally harmless. And I was right there. It’s not like she was being sneaky about it.”

“Like when she came over here and I was alone and she started making comments about my dick?”

“It’s a very nice dick,” she playfully comments. “Guess she just knows a good thing when she sees it.”

“It was weird. Normally I don’t mind being checked out, but that was fucked up.”

“Maybe she wanted to bang you and see if you lived up to your man whore reputation,” Esme teases, and he gives a small laugh and snags a belt from the closet; slipping it through the loops on his pants. “I don’t blame her for being thirsty. I’ve been thirsty for seven years and I feel no shame for that.”

“Yeah, but I like when it comes from you. Other people? Not as much. And she’s a little…”

“Overbearing?”

“That works.”

“I don’t understand how he didn’t hear or say anything,” she muses, watching her husband as he finishes dressing. Shrugging into a short sleeved button down; olive green and fitting ‘just right’ across that broad chest and shoulders and snug around the biceps.

He’s changed a lot in seven years; physically speaking. Heavier and wider, stronger and more powerful, a touch more gray scattered throughout his hair and in his beard. More tattoos and scars that are still healing; injuries he’d sustained at Michael McMann’s home in Ireland. But the most drastic difference -despite the horrors and struggles with PTSD and everything that comes with it- are with his personality. The edge is still there. The grittiness and the toughness that comes with years of serving in the military and then as a ‘gun for hire’; the often haunted look in his eyes, caused by the things he’s seen and heard and had been forced to do to stay alive. It had taken years for all those walls to come tumbling down; a full time job even after they’d gotten married and having Millie AND the twins.

It had been a struggle for him; opening up to someone, trusting them, allowing himself to have those softer and vulnerable moments. He’d grown up with an abusive father and went straight into the SASR after graduating high school; had a wife that cheated on him regularly, had a child diagnosed with a terminal illness, then made the unfortunate -and entirely selfish- decision to abandon him while he was dying. But little by little the cracks in that hardened exterior began to spread and grow wider. He began laughing and smiling more easily; genuine smiles that would light up his face and crinkle the corners of his eyes. Letting go of the constant need to be the strong and stoic one; afraid that too much emotion and showing -and receiving- too much affection made him ‘soft’. Weak.

Slowly he’d come around; his children managing to strip away at the last of the layers that he found it so hard to get rid of. They’d always been there. The empathy. The compassion. A heart ten times bigger than his body. Just needing to be reminding that it was okay to expose those sides of himself; to allow himself to feel.

To be human.

“It would be hard don’t you think?” she continues, as she places Addie in her bassinet. “Keeping that kind of secret when you’re under the same roof?”

We’ve kept a lot of secret things from each other,” Tyler points out.

“That’s different. We have a past and a lot of bad things happened in it. Anything we’ve held back from one another, has been done with good intentions. She’s just over there doing her thing and spying on us and having her colleagues over. She’s probably just been using him to get close to us. Or to find things out about us. Kyle isn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer and he wouldn’t twice about it if she started asking him things. If she’s that sneaky…”

“Maybe what’s going on between them is legit. Maybe the dick’s that good.”

Esme grimaces. “Ewww. That is my brother. Let’s not talk about that. He probably could have given you a run for your money during your days as a whore.”

“I was not THAT bad.”

“Bullshit you weren’t! I bet half those scars on your back aren’t even from the job. I bet they’re left behind from some stripper with those tacky long nails that are like daggers.”

He grins, then leans it to press a chaste kiss to her lips. “She was a Sunday school teacher, actually.”

“Yeah, and I bet now she can’t even walk into a church without bursting into flames because of how badly you corrupted her with your filthy ways. I was an innocent, good girl until I met you. And now look.”

“You may have only been with two other guys before me, but there was nothing innocent about you. What went on those days? Even just that first day? Good girl, my ass.”

“I can’t help it that the voice and the accent brought out the nympho in me,” she says, and directs a swat to his ass before he heads around to his side of the bed. Watching as he removes the Glock remover and its holster from the lock box in the nightstand; slipping the latter onto his right hip before covering it with the bottom of his shirt.

“Better to be safe than sorry,” Tyler reasons, when he catches her observing with wide eyes.

“And if all else fails, she probably has a garden rake you can borrow and kill someone with.”

He smirks. “It’s not too far-fetched to think maybe things between your brother and Salena are the real deal. What would she have to gain by banging him just to get to us?”

“Orgasms? Hopefully.”

“It makes no sense that she’d do that. Hook up with him to get to us. That’s way too much work.”

“None of this makes any sense,” she grumbles, and then sheds her housecoat in favour of pulling on a simple white and yellow striped Maxi dress over her bra and panties.

Tyler doesn’t argue with that.

“Okay, so we’ve established that it is possible Kyle knows nothing. But explain this to me: why would Mahajan give us Ovi if his intention all along was to come after you? Wouldn’t that just put Ovi in harm's way all over again? And why would he wait this long for revenge? The kid’s been with us for six years now.”

“I dunno, babe. He’s got his reasons I guess.”

“It’s been seven years since Dhaka. If he held a grudge against anyone, it would have been Saju. For not taking you out.”

“But he’s dead and I’m still here. So…”

“That line of thinking makes no sense,” she argues. “Why would he wait all this time to exact revenge?”

“Probably to catch me off guard.”

“Hmm...I guess…”

“Or maybe he was waiting until I had a lot to lose. So it would make a bigger impact.”

“That’s just fucked,” Esme declares. “And if that’s the way he thinks, he’s an even bigger monster than I thought. Waiting until a man has a family?”

“More lives destroyed that way,” Tyler reasons.

“That’s messed up.”

“You what kind of people these are. You’ve worked closer with them than I have. You were the one that would go in and make nice with them and get them to trust so you could get the info guys like me needed. You can’t tell me you didn’t hear and some fucked up shit.”

“Of course I did. But this is different. This is personal. We aren’t talking about random strangers we’ve been hired to help. We’re talking about OUR family. You’re not just some guy off the street that I barely know. You’re my husband. And those are my kids downstairs and…”

“Nothing’s going to happen to the kids. Or you.”

She scowls. “I noticed you didn’t put yourself in there.”

“I gotta do what I gotta do, yeah? Keep you and the kids safe. That’s all that matters to me.”

“Well it matters to me if you’re still breathing at the end of it. And can we not think all doom and gloom? If Salena is telling the truth...if she is who she says she is and she’s working for Neysa and her ‘people’ are keeping an eye on things...maybe things won’t escalate. Maybe it will just be all idle threats and nothing will come of them.”

“You really want to just sit back and hope nothing happens?”

“What else can do?”

He takes a seat at the end of the bed, grimacing at the pain in his knee and the small of his back. “I can eliminate the threat.”

“You said yourself that you can’t just walk into the prison and shoot him in the head. And it’s the people he has doing his bidding that we have to worry about.”

“So I stop them before they can cause issues.”

Esme frowns. “You’re talking about tracking them down first? Before they can even get this far?”

“Take them right out of the game before it even starts.”

“That’s a little risky don’t you think? How would you even know who these people are? I doubt Mahajan is going to willingly give you their names.”

“There’s ways of finding out.”

“How?” she asks, and leans back against the dresser across from her.

Tyler stares at her pointedly.

“Oh hell no!” Esme objects. “I am not getting involved in this.”

“You already ARE involved in this.”

“I am NOT going to Mumbai to talk to Mahajan. There is no way I’d be able to get information out of him. Why the hell would he tell me anything? If he really IS after you, he’s going to tell your wife who’s working for him.”

“I wouldn’t let you go there anyway. But you know people. You still have contacts in the game. Probably some that are in India right now.”

“People that I haven’t talked to in years,” she reminds him. “I can’t just call them up and ask them for help. It isn’t the same kind of relationship you have with your contacts. They’re glad to hear from you’; they’re happy you’re even still alive. Mine are hoping I’m dead. That’s a lot of burnt bridges, Tyler. And some of them? Going to them for help would only make things worse.”

“So you give me their names and numbers. I’ll talk to them.”

“And that would be better, how? I lied to them years ago and now I turn around and give their info to a mercenary? You can see why that would be problematic, right?”

“Then just give me their names and I’ll find their numbers another way. I don’t even need to bring you into it. They don’t need to know how I found them.”

“They’d figure it out.”

“Well we need to figure out who these people are. The ones working for Mahajan. Before shit does hit the fan.”

“WE don’t need to do anything,” she informs him. “Let Salena and her people take care of it. It’s what they’ve been doing, right? Keeping an eye on things?”

“I’m not going to trust complete strangers with your life. Or our kids’ lives. I’m just not.”

“So you’re just going to find out who these people are and hunt them down one by one?”

“If I have to.”

“Tyler...no...just no. How is that even an option?”

“It’s the ONLY option.”

“The hell it is! Salena and her people are already on this!”

“And I already said I don’t trust them. Not with you, not with my kids. I trust myself. And a couple other people. That’s it. And I’m not going to just sit back and and wait for things to go to shit. I need to stop it before it happens.”

“You don’t know that anything is going to happen.”

“I’d rather not take the chance that it will.”

Sighing heavily, she crosses her arms over her chest.

“You trust me?” Tyler asks.

“Of course I trust you. You're the only person I do trust. But I also love you and I don’t want to just send you out there to get killed. These are bad people. Extremely bad people.”

“I’m not some rookie going in blind,” he reminds her. “This is what I do. It’s who I am.”

“No. It’s part of who you are. There’s a difference.”

“And right now, I need to be that ‘part’. I need to be the old Tyler. And I need you to be okay with that. I’m not doing this because I want to. I’m doing it because I have to. You’re my wife. Those are my kids. And without any of you, I’m nothing. Which is why I need you to let me do this.”

Another sigh. Heavier this time. Resigned. “Can we at least give it two weeks? For the kids? Because we’re going away next week and then it’s Millie’s birthday shortly after. And we can not take that away from her. She’s a little girl. And she’s so happy and so excited and it’s going to break her heart enough when you leave and I’d rather her not find out until AFTER her party. Can you do that at least?”

He nods. “But if anything happens…”

“If anything happens then you go and take care of it. But for now can we just act like nothing’s going on? For them? Because they're kids and they don’t need to worry and stress over adult things. Can we just pretend around them that everything’s fine? Because it’s going to be hard enough when you leave without the anticipation of it hanging over their heads. Please? Can we do that?”

“Of course baby.”

He reaches out and takes hold of one of her hands, gently tugging her into him, placing her between his legs. And he presses a kiss to the inside of her wrist and then wraps both arms around her waist; pulling her tight against him, forehead resting against her chest. Eyes closing as he feels her hands on him. First in his hair. Fingers combing through it before her nails lightly scratch against the nape of his neck, then the tips running softly over the outer edges of his ears. And when her palms come to rest against his cheeks, he looks up at her, attempting a reassuring smile when he finds those huge dark eyes filled with tears.

She’s silent as he watches her. Fingertips travelling over the older scars that mar his face; the one across the bridge of his nose, then the left side of his forehead, followed by the one alongside his left. Then she moves to the one that he’d sustained during the incident at Michael McMann’s house. Starting at the top of his right eyebrow; spreading up onto his forehead and disappearing -for several inches- into his scalp.

She kisses him. So soft and sweet sweet...the tenderness and the love so evident...that it takes his breath away and nearly brings tears to his eyes.

“I can’t lose you,” her voice is just above a whisper. “I just can’t.”

“You won’t,” he says. “I promise.”

She manages a small smile and places a kiss on his brow. And he tightens his hold on her; falling backwards onto the bed and tucking her securely into his chest; one hand on the back of her head, the other on the small of her back. Feeling her body trembling against him and the tears that dampen the front of his shirt.

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She plays the part of a perfect hostess; bringing out carafes of coffee and tea and a jug of ice water, along with plates of various small desserts and finger foods. Tyler had noticed the drastic change in her the moment she’d answered the door. Her usual flowing and brightly colored sundresses or tropical themed shorts and band t-shirts replaced with well tailored dress slacks and a crisp white blouse; her usual bare footed approach abandoned in favour of a pair of black heels. But her personality change is the most baffling. No longer loud and boisterous and bordering on obnoxious, instead both soft AND well spoken. Now that the truth is out -or at least part of it - she no longer has put on the front of the affable, annoying, and overly friendly new neighbour. Now she’s professional and courteous. Polite. And almost too apologetic. A continuous string of “I’m sorry” and “I wish things hadn’t come out this way” as she led them out onto the back deck. Telling them help themselves to food and drink before disappearing back into the house.

“Is it just me or did things just go from weird to really fucking weird?” Esme whispers to him as they sit side by side; their knees touching and his hand on the small of her back.

It’s comforting. The simple brush of his body against hers and his familiar scent; filling her with a sense of security and effectively calming her nerves. He won’t leave her side now, making sure she’s always close enough to touch, never out ear shot and certainly not out of eyesight. His protective nature kicked in high gear. And for good reason.

“It’s not just you.”

“It’s like we’re living in the Twilight Zone,” she mutters, and then issues a long, shaky sigh.

“It’s okay,” he assures her, as he rubs the small of her back. “Everything’s going to be fine. The worst could have happened already. If she was working for the other side, she would have had guys here to ambush us the second we walked in.”

“How do you know they’re not hiding inside for the perfect moment?”

“Not a rookie, remember? You have to trust me,” he presses a kiss to the side of her head. . “Just trust me.”

She manages a small smile and leans into him. A hand resting on his thigh and his lips lingering against her temple; hand slipping off her hip and up onto her side, rubbing comfortingly. Selfishly he enjoys having this role in her life: the fierce and loyal protector. It’s an ego boost knowing that she has that much faith and trust in him. And he knows he’s more than capable of living up to her expectations; confident in his strength, skills, and abilities.

“I promise none of it has been tampered with,” Salena comments upon her return, noticing that their cups remain empty and the food hasn’t been disturbed. “As I said earlier, I’m not here to hurt either of you. Or your children.”

“So why are you here?” Esme asks, her hand slipping from Tyler’s thigh as he moves beside her; pouring himself a coffee and her a tea. “And why the big production? Why show up out of the blue and act as if you wanted to be friends? You could have just been honest right off the hop. You think it would have bothered either of us? This isn’t the first time someone has threatened us in the past seven years.”

“I know it isn’t. I know everything there is to know about the two of you. About everything that went down in Dhaka; start to finish. And I know about your little return there. About Mumbai and Ireland and New Zealand. Information is easy to get when you know the right people.”

“And when you’re willing to pay big for it,” Tyler adds. “Something tells me Nik Khan helped you out quite a bit.”

“Nik and I have a very good working relationship, “ Salena admits, and Esme gives a derisive snort. “I don’t approve of her transgressions. Or attempts at them. But as far as business goes, she’s one the best there is. And we trust her completely.”

“Who is we?” Tyler inquires. “And who are you? Why don’t we just cut the shit and get down to it. You wanted us here to talk, so talk.”

“My name...my REAL name...is Allison Rav.”

“Rav?” Esme arches an eyebrow. “You’re related to Saju? How?”

“Related by marriage only. My husband...ex husband, I should say...is Saju’s youngest brother. Former special services as well. We parted on good terms and have remained friends. And business partners. After Saju died...correction, after he was murdered...Anil left the military and started things up; in Saju’s memory. A way of both honoring him and avenging him. This…” she lifts up one of the plates of food and removes a file folder -one of many- from underneath. “...is everything there is to know about it. About us. About who we are and what we do.”

She offers the file to Tyler and he accepts it; dropping it into the empty chair beside him.

“Are you a mercenary?” Esme asks, her body and nerves starting to relax; comforted by the mention of Saju’s name and the woman’s connection to him.

“Far from it,” Allison gives a dry laugh. “None of our people are. We strictly provide security. We’re trained to assess potential threats and stop them before they happen. But we do seek out mercenaries; when things because too volatile and need...permanent...results.”

“When you want guys like me to go in and put our asses on the line and get blood on our hands.” Tyler smirks.

“Our area of expertise and concern is providing support to those being harassed and threatened by the Mahajans and the Amir Asifs of the world. And there’s a lot of them. So when Neysa contacted us and said that she was receiving threats of bodily harm and death against her and her son, we didn’t hesitate to help. We have her and Aarav in hiding. A safe house just outside of Mumbai.”

“You really think that’s smart?” he asks. “Being that close to Mahajan and his people? Doesn’t leave much room for error. Why not move them somewhere further away? Other side of the world if you had to. Doesn’t make sense for them to be that close.”

“It’s what she requested; to be close to home. We move them when...and if...we have to. We ended up here..I ended up here...when Neysa ‘disappeared’ and Mahajan’s people lost track of her. That’s when he changed his game plan, so to speak. His first thought was that she came here. What better place to hide them with someone who could protect her and Aarav if need be? The person who worked with Saju to get Ovi out of Dhaka alive. What a turn of events THAT was. He was supposed to eliminate you and in the end you worked together. Not what Mahajan expected.”

Tyler gives a tense smile. “How about we NOT talk about Dhaka.”

“Fair enough,” Allison agrees, and pours herself a cup of coffee. “When he thought she’d come here, we were ready. We already had eyes and ears on the situation. He hadn’t sent anyone here or sent out any official threats, but we knew it was going to happen. So we acted first and got here as soon as we could. But things ARE picking up. He is escalating things. This is a man hell bent on revenge and will stop at nothing to get it. You both know what these kinds of people are like. They don’t care if there’s a woman and children involved. They’ll be their first targets to get to who they really want.”

Esme issues a heavy, shaky sigh and Tyler gives her a small, reassuring smile; arm wrapping around her, palm softly and comfortingly rubbing her shoulder. “It’s been seven years,” she says. “Why now? Why wait all this time? And why Tyler? Mahajan gave us his son. So Ovi could be safe and have a normal life. A real family. Why would he let us have him if this was his plan all along?”

“There’s two reasons,” Allison replies. “The first is that Saju failed his mission. Yes, he helped get Ovi out of Dhaka. But he didn’t eliminate everyone standing in his way. He wasn’t supposed to leave anyone alive. You two survived. And I understand why he didn’t kill you; he would never harm a woman in that way. I’m sure he looked at you and thought of Neysa and realized he couldn’t go through with it. But you…” she looks at Tyler. “...you put up one hell of a fight. He didn’t expect that.”

“What’s the second thing?” Tyler asks.

“Did Ovi tell either of you that his father has been in contact with him? On a regular basis?”

Tyler frowns. “What?”

“Even behind bars, Mahajan still holds a lot of influence and power in the drug world. He has a lot of money stashed away in several offshore accounts. Enormous amounts of money. He needs someone to run the business now that it’s booming again. And what better person to be his successor than his only son? But that kid is tough. Resilient. He isn’t giving in. He wants nothing to do with that kind of life and isn’t afraid to tell his father that. Which naturally has enraged Mahajan. He’s taken it as a sign of disrespect. Dishonour. And he’s not going to let that slide. He feels the only thing standing in Ovi’s way...preventing him from doing it...is the two of you. But especially you.” she nods in Tyler’s direction. “He thinks Ovi is completely under your influence and is only saying no because of you.”

“I’m starting to finally see why he wants into the game so badly.” Tyler says to Esme. “It isn’t about the actual job or the money. It’s about being able to protect himself. And us if he has to.”

“That’s why he didn’t want to tell us,” she laments. “Or why he gave us such bullshit excuses. Because he knew he’d have to tell us that he’s been speaking to his father.”

Tyler nods.

“Mahajan wants the obstacle removed,” Allison continues. “He really just wants Tyler out of the picture; he’s the biggest hurdle and true threat. And it would be a way of righting Saju’s wrongs. That’s why we’re here. To prevent any of that from happening. We’re here to protect you. Not hurt you.”

“I’m more than capable of protecting my own family,” Tyler informs her. “I don’t trust just anyone with this. And I’m especially not going to trust you. You could have just told us all of this right from the beginning. Not put on some big, ridiculous show.”

“Neysa asked us to keep this quiet. She didn’t want to scare either of you. Or your kids. And now that you’re getting back into the mercenary business, there’s an even bigger target on your back. Mahajan sees that as a direct threat.”

“He can take it whatever fucking way he wants. I don’t care if you and your people stay on the sidelines or keep in the background. But I’ll protect my own family. I’m more than capable of doing it and I know my wife and my kids trust me. They know I’ll keep them safe. Better than any of your people can.”

“He’s right,” Esme speaks up. “There’s no else I trust with my life. With my kids’ lives. And we’ve got people working for us that can always lend a hand if they need to. We don’t need perfect strangers fucking things up.”

“We’re highly trained,” Allison argues. “We’re more than capable of...”

“Tyler can do it. And that’s who I WANT doing it. I don’t care how highly trained you or your people are. No one can protect us the way he can. No one. And if that pisses you off and you pull your people out of here…”

“We’re not going anywhere. Neysa wants us here and this is where we’re saying.”

“I want to talk to your ex husband,” Tyler says. “There’s information I need. About who is working for Mahajan. Who these people are he has after us.”

“Anil expected you’d want to speak to him. That you would have a lot of questions for him. All his contact information is in the first folder I gave you. There…” she pulls the other files from under the plate of food. “...are your files. Everything we have on the two of you. There’s also a file about Dhaka and everything that went down there. And one with copies of all the threats that have been made so far. To Neysa and to you. I trust this information will be in good hands?”

Tyler nods and accepts the folders, placing them with the initial one she’d given him.

“We kept this secret because that’s what Neysa wanted,” Allison explains. “She didn’t want to alarm anyone. So I HAD to put on a good show. I had to get myself into your life. I had to get close to all of you and get you to open up to me and tell me things. And I know that you know what that’s like, Esme. Having to lie to people; fool them. Having to trick them into giving you what you want.”

“And my brother?” she asks. “What about him? You used him to get to us? He broke up his engagement for you. And all along you were just using him? Why did you have to stoop THAT low?”

“We do what we have to to get what we want. Kyle has no clue about any of this. I’d like to keep it that way. Because he’s a good guy and there’s feelings...legitimate feelings...involved now. On both sides. It started out as part of the job, but it’s become more. So much more.”

“Yeah…” Esme smirks. “...sure it has. Can we go now?” she addresses Tyler. “I really want to go. I’ve heard enough and I just want to get the hell out of here. I just want to go home.”

“We can go,” he confirms, and then gathers the folders off the chair and stands up. “I don’t want any of your people near my house,” he informs Allison. “I don’t want them watching me or my wife or my kids. Especially my kids. You tell them to back off. That I’m more than capable of protecting my own. Because if they get in the way and totally fuck things up? If that happens? You’ll end up a few employees short because I won’t hesitate taking them out too.”

Allison nods in confirmation, then stands as well. “We’ll continue to keep an eye on things. Just as Neysa asked. And if you need our help…”

A smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth, and he lays a protective hand on the small of his wife’s back. “I won’t.”

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Flower-Crowned (Real Gods Require Blood)

Title: Flower-Crowned (Real Gods Require Blood) Author: OnceABlueMoon Rating: T Pairing: Hibari Kyouya/Kozato Enma/Sawada Tsunayoshi Tags/Warnings: A little bit of blood

Prompt: Sky day: old gods au and scars for @khrrarepairweek

Summary: A high-pitched giggle cuts through the darkness like the flash of a knife in the low light of the city hall. ‘’Brother, oh, brother, give me your wreath! I want to wear it, upon my pretty head!’’

Tsunayoshi’s breath hitches, noiselessly whirling up, hair and robes send flying as rose-petal lips are bitten. Picked up by the wind, he eddies through the air.

He doesn’t know why she’s after him, but to wait for Mami-No-Face, Cherry-child the Blood thirsty, is akin to suicide.

Her name is in the wind, and god, it is chills to the bone.

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“All gods who receive homage are cruel. All gods dispense suffering without reason. Otherwise they would not be worshipped. Through indiscriminate suffering men know fear and fear is the most divine emotion. It is the stones for altars and the beginning of wisdom. Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.” ― Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

There is a sleepy little town in the corner of his heart, the place where his mother birthed him. It is the heart of the earth, the place where all Gods existify, begin as all things began once.

Lying here, on the forest floor, staring up at stars not his, Tsunayoshi is at peace. His hair is his bed, and if he covers his ears softly, hands like leaves just fallen, for a second, they are his mothers.

His mama was the Earth, his papa just had good luck, and his mama loved him so much she died with him. Such is the way of the immortal- not even the divine heart is undying. Taking a mortal lover comes with risks.

It is night and the forest wakes, from the top of the trees, to the roots in the earth, mighty, sleepy, answering the call of the moon in a hum so ancient few can hear but all, oh, all can feel.

Mist rises, drifting.

A high-pitched giggle cuts through the darkness like the flash of a knife in the low light of a city hall. ‘’Brother, oh, brother, give me your wreath! I want to wear it, upon my pretty head!’’

Tsunayoshi’s breath hitches, noiselessly whirling up, hair and robes send flying as rose-petal lips are bitten. Picked up by the wind, he eddies through the air.

He doesn’t know why she’s after him, but to wait for Mami-No-Face, Cherry-child the Bloodthirsty, is akin to suicide.

Her name is in the wind, and god, it chills to the bone.

She reaches out and touches him. It burns, by god, does her curse burn him. Her claws dig into his skin, but he manages to free himself just before she can cut into it. Bruises he can bear- his blood at her altar he cannot. She makes a grab for the wreath, but he’s already gone, heart beating in his throat and her true name echoing through his head. Her form, caked in the blood of her victims, and her head, a void without a face to be seen, make him shiver.

He runs the only way he can, through air, with his long, brown hair made for nesting birds piled up in his arm as not to hurt its inhabitants, other hand clutching the wreath to his head.

He can’t lose it- it’s the last part of his mama he has and Tsunayoshi wears it with pride.

His feet gently touch the bark of the tree as not to harm it- but why does the wind not carry him further? He nudges at it with his feet, and it nudges back until he’s seated, feet neatly tucked under him, almost pressed against the tree.

What-

…There is no moonlight. There is no moonlight, but there are no clouds.

It is new moon.

Tsunayoshi shivers.

A burst of fire catches his attention- there, to his right, the branches part, showing the clearing beneath perfectly.

Flickering flames dancing, the long grass weaving, cold night air clashing with a single source of heat. The den of a god. And oh, oh, oh. What a sight it is. From the centre of the flames, the deity rises.

Naked, he is, all long planes of dark, coal skin, shoulders broad, mouth gaping, eyes piercing embers of glowing fire, his hair waves upon waves of flickering flames.

He smoulders.

The god is so bright, yet so pitch-black, that Tsunayoshi gasps when his eyes fall upon the man behind him, the wind carrying the sound away quick, quick, quickly- but never fast enough.

The man, a second deity, wraps himself around the god made up out of glowing embers, all white skin and sinuous long limbs, riveting his eyes upwards. Eyes grey as the sky when storming meet Tsunayoshi’s. He knows this god. Tsunayoshi startles so badly that he falls down.

‘’Who dares to enter?’’ The white one, the skylark, flies forward, limb and feathers shifting constantly. They gleam, in the firelight, oil-heavy.

‘’…I mean no ill, Hibari-no-mikoto.’’

Claws wrap around his throat. ‘’Do you think I care, wreath-child?’’

‘’…Wreath god, Hibari-no-mikoto.’’

‘’You’ll be a dead god, trespasser.’’

Tsunayoshi’s breath speeds up, the mice in his robes squeak and the birds in his hair chirp angrily at Hibari-no-mikoto.

‘’Please leave him alone, Kyoya, he carries little ones, don’t you see?’’ The one burnished in fire- Enma, Enma-Magma-Made- reaches out, but stops just short of touching Tsunayoshi, belatedly remembering his life-destroying heat.

The winged god scoffs, pecking angrily. ‘’He himself is nothing but a fool for showing up here. A little one when he should not be, a coward, hiding in lion skin. Real gods require blood. He’s just wine and flowers. I don’t get how you can stand him near when you know he could long have demanded a blood sacrifice. He need not live a half-life as a half-god, and yet he does. I bear no cowards in my pantheon.’’

Enma-Magma-Made’s face shifts. It’s a strange sight to see, the flow of lava upon his body changing direction to form his frown. His eyes, embers, smoulder with regret. ‘’You know that I’d rather have remained a half-god too, if I could.’’

Hibari-no-mikoto snarls at that. ‘’You killed in cold blood, demanded blood sacrifice and it was for the better! Your family’s killer is now dead, your sister avenged, and only a real god has the power to do so. You know better than to-‘’ His eyes land on Tsunayoshi, and he stops talking abruptly. ‘’What, you got nothing better to do than watching a random lover’s spat?!’’

‘’It’s just- she chased me here.’’ Tsunayoshi nearly sobs, digging his nails into his palms to keep from crying. Of all the gods to meet at a night like this…

Then again, Hibari-no-mikoto is far preferable to Mami-No-Face.

‘’I need help. Somethi-‘’ Tsunayoshi stops. He may not be able to called Mami by her name, he cannot betray her like that, and an abomination she must be to all except himself, but she is no thing and he shall not refer to her as such. ‘’Someone is hunting me. They are hurt, and they need to be healed, and please, please help me.’’

‘’You should ask someone else, then,’’ the flame-haired man stares down at his coal-black, burning fingers. ‘’I destroy everything I touch- I’m no help.’’

‘’Oh. I… I’ll see myself out then. I thank you.’’

And he walks away, lifting his hair up as not to disturb its inhabitants. He’s not sure how to keep ahead of Mami-No-Face now, but he’s sure that Enma-Magma-Made’s burning will at least make her circle around for quite a bit.

He’s not even ten meters away when he hears a sigh and the rustling of feathers. A shadow passes over him.

‘’Wha- What is it, Hibari-no-mikoto?’’

The bird-man perched in the tree above him narrows his eyes. ‘’He can’t accompany you, but I can. You’re lucky I care for the centre of the earth, wreath-child.’’

Tsunayoshi feels his moss quickly covering his arms underneath his robes as if to add an extra layer of protection against Hibari-no-mikoto.

A considering look passes over the bird god's face. ‘’Hmm… this might be less onerous then I thought it would be. Your hair seems like an excellent place to nap, herbivore.’’

And just like that, Hibari somersaults out of the tree, transforming into a bird mid-flight. A flurry of black, brown, edged white, the skylark’s bird form is revealed. With a huff a bird shouldn’t be able to produce, he nests decidedly into Tsunayoshi’s hair, right next to the little yellow ball of fluff he picked up a month ago.

…Tsunayoshi has no idea what is happening, but he still has his life and his flower crown, so it will be all right.

…Perhaps after he’s stopped shivering.

It’s been about an hour when he hears her blood-curdling laughter again. ‘’Brother, oh, brother, give me your wreath! I want to wear it, upon my pretty head!’’

Breath speeding up, Tsunayoshi runs faster, not sure whether he should run toward or away from her. In his hair, Hibari stirs. He speaks, though how Tsunayoshi does not know, for he still has the beak of a skylark. It must be the ways of the true gods- after all, Tsunayoshi is only a half-god. ‘’Mami-No-Face, Cherry-child the Blood Thirsty? She’s the one hunting you, wreath-child? Why don’t you use her as your first blood sacrifice? Perhaps you’d be a better challenge as a full god.’’

Tsunayoshi scowls up at him, but is careful not to move his head too much, not wanting to wake the other animals up. Stinging nettles grow along his ears defensively. ‘’My mother birthed me into this world a half-god, and it’s hard, I won’t lie to you, oh feathered one, but tonight is not the night I shall be blooded!’’ He clutches at the wreath in his hair. ‘’Mami-No-Face can under no circumstance get my wreath. It was my mother’s, it’s the last thing I have of her, and it bestowed upon me a curious gift. Whoever touches me, it matters not, for I shall know their true name.’’

Hibari-no-mikoto snarls. ‘’You know power greater than the most, and still, you cower in your childhood hide? You were made to be a lion. You are the last earth deity, now grow! Enma-Magma-Made still suffers, alone and far too hot, the centre of the earth without an earth to wrap around him. You have responsibilities, quit running from them!’’

Tsunayoshi laughs at him. ‘’I did not even know you were waiting on me, oh Feathered one! It’s not as if anyone would sacrifice to me blood instead of wine and flowers. I can’t become a full god until I’m blooded, and it certainly won’t be happening tonight! Mami-No-Face may be bloodthirsty, may reek of blood in the wind, but she is no less a person than we are. She is cursed, nothing more, nothing less, for I know her true name and it must be spoken once more. I have to heal her, Hibari-no-mikoto. Please understand that.’’

Hibari-no-mikoto spreads his wings and leaves the nest in Tsunayoshi’s hair, flying over as Mami-No-Face spots him and tries to grab him straight out of the air. Her dirty, blood crusted hands look like claws in the moonless night, and Tsunayoshi knows them to be just as sharp. ‘’Brother, oh, brother, give me your wreath! I want to wear it, upon my pretty head!’’

Hibari-no-mikoto crows in victory, knowing something that Tsunayoshi does not. ‘’Thrice she has called for you now! And once I have seen her visage. No less than thirteen marks of Daemon the Deranged are upon her, so I know what you must do.’’

‘’What is it?!’’ Tsunayoshi calls desperately, as Mami-No-Face catches sight of him again and dives for him, the forest only barely managing to trip her up before she gets to him.

‘’You must hold on to her for the entire night, no matter what happens. Only if you can do that, she will be given her face back upon the dawn.’’

The next time Mami-No-Face dives for him, Tsunayoshi opens his arms wide, like his mother taught him to receive the world, and he embraces her with all he has. She tries to reach up for his wreath, but her arms are pinned by his, so instead, she rakes her claws along his back. It hurts. It hurts like nothing else Tsunayoshi has ever felt, but he doesn’t let go.

Embracing her hurts. It hurts, but loving has always hurt Tsunayoshi, because small birds die so quickly, and nature works in seasons. When winter comes, all must die and sleep, and he is left alone. It is inevitable, and he must learn to live with it, no matter how much it hurts. This situation is no different.

As if she can hear the sound of his heart shattering to pieces, Mami-No-Face speaks up: ‘’Brother, brother, why do you hate me so? Why is the light so low? Brother, brother, don’t leave me alone! They have come for us, our blood and our bone!’’

She’s stuck in the past and liquid drips from her chin as if there are eyes somewhere in the void that should be her face, crying, crying her heart out.

Mami-No-Face, Tsunayoshi’s mind says. His soul screams another name. He holds on.

And so, the first three hours pass.

At the three hour mark, Mami-No-Face changes.

This time, she changes into him. Enma-Magma-Made, with his burning skin, the powerful god that Tsunayoshi has inadvertently left alone in his burning, only to be touched by the skylark, protected by his feathers. It burns. By god, it burns. Tsunayoshi is only a half-god. The world is a dangerous place for him. He is wine and flowers, and though wine contains poison, it is so easily drained, and though flowers are lovely, they die oh so quickly once cut.

Neither holds up well against flame.

He hopes at least his little critters left his hair, that he may not discover a small corpse within its confines once this is over.

The flames are agony. Bitter tears leak out of Tsunayoshi’s eyes, but Mami-No-Face, in Enma-Magma-Made’s skin, cries no less than he does. Her fiery tears splash onto his face and it hurts, by god, it hurts, but Tsunayoshi doesn’t let go.

‘’Brother, brother, did they take your wreath? Brother, brother, did you burn up dead? I saw the fire, I saw you burn, did you die or did you turn?’’

Again she is lost in the past, looking at him and searching for someone who isn’t there- someone who Tsunayoshi isn’t even sure is alive, if her hints are any indication.

At the three hour mark, the sun comes up. It peaks above the trees, shyly coming closer, as if not entirely sure it is welcome. That is silly though, because there is nothing that has ever been more welcomed by Tsunayoshi, as the first rays of the sun touch Mami-No-Face, and release her from her curse.

For the last time, she changes. Tsunayoshi lets go, she falls down onto the earth, onto her knees and the dried blood of her victims on her body cracks and falls onto the ground, revealing her true form. Tsunayoshi can’t help but gasp at her visage.

The red hair that got her the name cherry-child stays, her small form changes to that of a slender, young girl, barely in her teenage years. What is most striking though, is that where there used to be a horrific empty space, there is now a lovely face peeking out underneath her mop of red hair. Her nose is a little upturned, freckles all over her face, two rosy cheeks, a pair of lips and two big, red eyes. Her pupils are compasses. They remind him of Enma-Magma-Made and his burning eyes, even though this girl is decidedly not on fire.

She’s crying. She’s crying with great, heaving sobs, wracking her frame and tears streaming down her cheeks. ‘’Thank you,’’ she cries, ‘’Thank you, for saving me.’’

Tsunayoshi smiles. ‘’Welcome, Mami-Earth-Loved. That you may make many cherries grow upon this wild, wild earth.’’

She laughs through her tears, bright and beautiful. ‘’Thank you, Flower-Crowned.’’ She wipes some of her tears away. ‘’Have you seen my brother? I’m afraid the Mad God Daemon got to him too. His name is Wood-child, Gravity-given.’’

Tsunayoshi shakes his head. ‘’I’m afraid that if you’re searching for an earth deity half-god you’re out of luck. As far as I know, we’re currently the only two earth children left: you and I, to be exact. ’’

Her lips tremble and her fists clench. Tsunayoshi wishes to remove the expression off her face, but he knows how precious her face must be to her, and he has laboured long and hard for her to get it back, so he leaves it be. Moss grows along his body again as if to protect himself from her hurt. ‘’If it helps, I know Magma-Made was blooded by making a sacrifice out of the Mad God. Some said he did it out of revenge, though you’d get a better story out of Hibari-no-mikoto over there.’’

Mami smiles brilliantly, tucking her hair behind her ears. ‘’Before that, though, you are still a half-god, right, Tsunayoshi-sama?’’

Tsunayoshi ducks his head, fiddling with his hair as his critters return to their nests within it. ‘’You know I am. Nobody’d mistake the aura of a measly half-god for a real one.’’

Mami bites her lip. ‘’I can’t turn back time. I can’t do anything about all the time I’ve lost, but… This is an awful lot of blood, wouldn’t you agree?’’ She points at the cracked, dried blood all around her. ‘’I may regret what I did now, but that doesn’t help me, nor does it help my victims. I want to grant them peace, if only by giving their death a purpose. So please, won’t you accept my sacrifice, Flower-Crowned? You, who were born in the existify of divinity?’’

Tsunayoshi’s back straightens as his frown deepens. ‘’Do not sacrifice to me for my birth. Sacrifice to me for my life- for my deeds, because a god does not ask for sacrifice, he demands it. Gods, real gods, require blood. Real gods are cruel. Can you see that within me?’’

Mami looks him in the eye and says: ‘’Yes. Did you not make me suffer this whole night? Did you not force me to live on, instead of just ending my struggle by cutting me down? Flower-Crowned, you may be a half-god in name, but I name you a good by the blood I have shed. Take responsibility for not taking my life, take responsibility for the fact that I have to face what I have done. I offer to you the blood of my victims, the souls of my prey, the nourishment you may take from the wretches I have slaughtered.’’

The last flake of blood cracks upon her skin and starts to fall down. Before it can hit the ground, Tsunayoshi snatches it out of the air and puts it in his mouth. It’s dry, but it still tastes of iron, and it falls apart upon his tongue. It tastes like ambrosia. It tastes like power. It tastes like divinity.

Blood- sacrificed, freely given by the one who spilt it. Sacrificed to him.

The wildlife around him bursts into bloom, the fruit in the trees rapidly ripening, bursting open and spilling their bounty across the land. It is as if colour suddenly has no meaning anymore, so bright and delirious is it around them, so true and impossibly clear.

Hibari-no-mikoto falls out of the tree, his small feathered body so easily shoved out by a growing peach, his bones hollow. He transforms mid-fall, landing in a crouch in his humanoid form like the predator he is. Tsunayoshi, drunk on his new godhood, the blood and the awed wonder on Mami’s face, can’t bring himself to be properly terrified.

This proves to be a mistake as the god stalks up to him and backs him against a tree, pinned in between two large wings, clawed hands sliding up his sides and a knee between his thighs. Tsunayoshi swallows thickly. ‘’H-Hibari-no-mikoto?’’

Hibari’s sharp beak trails along the tender skin of his throat and Tsunayoshi’s breath hitches, tilting up his chin to show the vulnerable spot off to the predator in front of him. It’s probably not smart. It’s not smart- but… Tsunayoshi has had a long evening. Hibari-no-mikoto isn’t hurting him, quite the contrary, and the little thrill that goes through his body feels good. ‘’Oh- that’s. That’s nice. Very nice.’’

Hibari-no-mikoto humms against his skin, the vibrations coming out of his beak strangely. ‘’You smell like blood,’’ beady eyes peer up at Tsunayoshi from where he’s still lodged around his body, around his throat, ‘’And I’m going to take you back with me, and my lover and I are going to take you apart until we can taste the blood on your very tongue.’’

Tsunayoshi’s pulse jumps. His heartbeat elevates. Heat moves through him at the speed of light. ‘’No- No protest here!’’

Mami clears her throat awkwardly, still standing in the middle of the clearing. ‘’Um. If I could come along? I’d like to meet Magma-Made, if you wouldn’t mind. I’ve been told he has information about the rightful killing of the Mad God Daemon?’’

Hibari’s head turns, a full 180 degrees to look at her, before he harrumphs in displeasure but acquiesces. He squeezes Tsunayoshi’s hip as he turns back. ‘’We’re continuing this later.’’

Tsunayoshi can’t help but nod furiously, gulping, the birds in his hair chirping cheerily, the frog hiding somewhere in the back croaks suggestively. Tsunayoshi flushes bright red as the wind gathers him up, off to his next destination.

Mami follows quickly behind.

Enma-Magma-Made, when they return, is still in the same spot, though his burning footsteps have sunken in several places in the clearing, the path he circled in his worry obvious to see for everyone. The things is, though, that wearing anything when your body is burning isn’t exactly possible. Tsunayoshi had known this before, of course, but… Well. When you know your job as a god is preventing this god from burning the world by wrapping around him, it suddenly becomes very important. The magma sliding off his pectorals tantalizingly doesn’t exactly help either.

‘’Enma-Magma-Made!’’

The man whirls around at Tsunayoshi’s shout. His face lights up- quite literally, his glowing ember eyes are suddenly little shining suns. They crinkle as he laughs. ‘’You’re a god! A real, blooded god!’’

Tsunayoshi, in his elation, can’t help but whoop and fly at him, driven by the wind. His arms are around Enma-Magma-Made’s neck, and the god swings him around. Nothing burns. Nothing hurts. Enma’s made of magma, and yet, his embrace is exactly where Tsunayoshi belongs. The birds in his hair chirp happily and flowers bloom all over his body.

Behind them, a choked gasp sounds. ‘’Enma?!’’

Carefully putting Tsunayoshi down, Enma-Magma-Made looks up and faces Mami. ‘’Mami?! B- But you’re dead!’’

Mami smiles at him, a little brokenly. ‘’Cursed is more like it. I’m so glad you’re alive, a little part of our family left untouched. Or well, as untouched as one can be when blooded.’’ She reaches for her brother to embrace him.

Mami is Enma’s sister? Woah. Which would mean Enma’s half-god name was Wood-child, Gravity-given. Previously an earth-god indeed, before he became the centre of the earth.

‘’Oh, I can’t-‘’ Enma waves with his hands, his fiery, burning hands. ‘’You’re a half-god. I’ll burn you.’’

‘’Don’t we have a solution to that now?’’ Hibari-no-mikoto drawls as he flies down from above, taking his seat on one of Enma’s shoulders. Tsunayoshi’s impressed that he fits on a single shoulder in his humanoid form, but then again, Enma’s shoulders are very broad. And nicely shaped. Tsunayoshi blushes.

Hibari-no-mikoto must have hollow bones even in his humanoid form, because Enma doesn’t seem burdened by it at all. Or perhaps it’s simply that stone- even magma- doesn’t budge for anything. It’s a good sight to see, though, especially when Hibari-no-mikoto starts fussing with Enma’s flaming hair, pecking at it as if he can reign in the flames. He won’t succeed, Tsunayoshi knows, but it is a sweet gesture nonetheless. It makes something warm inside him bloom.

‘’We do have a solution for that now.’’ Tsunayoshi smiles, walking forward and touching Enma’s chest. A small layer of earth covers his magma, leaving only his face free, and quickly afterwards, flowers begin to bloom out of the earth covering his body.

Enma’s face softens. ‘’Thank you,’’ he whispers tenderly.

‘’Yes, yes, thank you, glad I don’t have to see my brother’s bits bared for the world to see.’’ Mami says behind them. Enma’s cheeks burst into fire.

He shakes it off though, and walks forward to her. For the first time in years and years, Enma-Magma-Made touches someone who is not a full god, and they do not burn. For the first time in years and years, Mami-Earth-Loved feels safe. For the first time in years and years, a brother and sister embrace each other.

Tsunayoshi is ready to begin his new life, his new grand love affair, but watching the siblings reunite… It’s beautiful. His new adventure can wait a minute. What is a minute, after all, to an eternity?

#khrrarepairweek2020 #khr #onceabluemoonwritesfic #old gods au #scars #day 2 #sky day #fanfiction #hibari kyoya/kozato enma/sawada tsunayoshi #hibari kyoya #kozato enma #sawada tsunayoshi #kozato mami

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fenriael · 4 years

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I was tagged by @sheirukitriesfandom, thank you for tagging :)

Arellius is my Imperial vampire, skilled with blood magic and healing, as well as alchemy and cooking. He travels around Tamriel alongside his love Safinia, necromancer and former Imperial battlemage.

Layer 01: The Outside

Eye Colour: Naturally a very dark grey/black, but red when his vampirism is showing.

Hair Style / Color: Long, straight grey hair with a noticeable ‘widow’s peak’ receding hairline. Frequently tied back from his face while working.

Height: ~ 5 foot 10’ (~1.78m)

Clothing Style: Usually black or grey robes with lots of pockets and satchels for carrying medical supplies and other odds and ends. Often clothing that is local to the area (e.g. Breton style robes in while in Rivenspire, moon-decorated silk robes while in Elsweyr). He also often likes to wear imperial tunic/toga style clothing for special occasions. Also is quite fond of deep purples and reds in his clothing. There’s also usually some moon symbology in his clothing, such as his belt or staff, hinting at his connection to Azura.

He also has a cloak of shadows he enchanted himself; very useful for grabbing hopeful vampire hunters who might try to sneak up on him or attack him while he sleeps.

Best Physical Feature: His other half, Safinia, would suggest his very fine aquiline nose, or possibly his well-defined high cheekbones.

Layer 02:

Fears:

- Very real fears: Isn’t terribly fond of fire for the obvious reasons. Will send Safinia to deal with any spiders in their cottage.

- Abstract fears: Further back in time it would have been losing control as a vampire. As an alchemist and physician in the Imperial City, when he first became a vampire he attempted to sate his hunger by paying for voluntary blood donations from suitable patients under the guise of research. However when a local became suspicious and organised a mob to kill him, he lost control. The next he knew they were all dead and he had incidentally murdered several people he had spent his career trying to care for.

He fled after that to the wilds for a time in an attempt to deprive himself of human blood. A series of events involving the Spirit Wardens in Stormhaven eventually led him to Azura, although his relationship to her is closer to that of a powerful patron than being religiously devoted, for the most part.

He has had better control of his thirst for a long time now, so losing control does not concern him quite like it once did. He is, however, very afraid that anyone he befriends for long enough (especially Safinia) will find out about his past and see him for the monster that he was, and shun him for it. It is one of the main reasons why he has avoided staying for too long in one place before meeting Safinia.

Guilty Pleasure: Nice clothing. Doesn’t need to be ostentatious, but pleasant cloth and a good cut is very much appreciated. Bonus points for extra pockets. Also appreciates a good pair of boots.

Biggest Pet Peeve: Cleanliness (or lack of), as he has a very refined sense of smell as a vampire and finds strong smells rather distasteful. For similar reasons, he is also not fond of loudness.

Ambitions for the Future: Between getting involved with various adventures in Elsweyr and Skyrim, he and Safinia found themselves settling down in a small home in a village in Rivenspire. They he tends to the local’s illnesses and Safinia helps out with other issues (mainly of the ‘giant spiders have invested a nearby cave’, or the ‘Granny’s got back up from the dead again and is haunting our barn’ variety).

The residents have become used to the Ravenwatch presence in the area over hundreds of years, and while no one would out-loud acknowledge anything supernatural about Arellius or Safinia, the locals are generally more happy than many villagers in other parts of the world would be to turn a blind eye to any sign of fangs or strange magic because of the help and protection they provide. Arellius would like to return to that life on a more permanent basis in the future.

Layer 03:

First Thoughts Waking Up: Blood, most likely. He’s still a vampire after all, albeit a very well-controlled one.

What They Think about Most: Frequent thoughts include Safinia, his latest alchemy experiment, or how well his garden back in Rivenspire might be being taken care of by the locals in his absence.

What They Think about before Bed: These days, most likely Safinia.

What They Think Their Best Quality is: I think Arellius would have trouble answering this question if asked, but possibly his empathy?

Layer 04: Either Or…

Single or Group Dates: Single dates

To Be Loved or Respected: Respected

Beauty or Brains: Brains

Dogs or Cats: Both. He loves cats and dogs equally. They aren’t always so fond of him, mind you, what with being a vampire; but he tries his best to befriend them nonetheless.

Layer 05: Do They...?

Lie: He tries to avoid it. He does not like others to think of him as dishonest. Although this does not mean he is adverse to a white lie if he thinks it will be of more help than harm.

Believe in Themselves: He comes across outwardly as very quietly confidant, but finds himself questioning his own decisions internally quite often.

Believe in Love: Being as old as he is, Arellius is hardly oblivious to the real life practicalities of love and relationships; however, his is still rather a bit of a romantic at heart.

Want someone: Safina, of course :)

Layer 06: Have They…

Been on Stage: He’s lived a very long life, so most likely.

Done Drugs: Not as a vampire, as he would likely be afraid of how the loss of control might mean for his restraint of his blood thirst.

Changed Who They Were to Fit In: He is always making an effort to hide his vampirism: his fangs, his sense of smell and hearing, the fact that he walks oddly quietly. He does this both for his own safety and so as not to frighten others. One of the reasons he appreciates being around Safinia is that she is not troubled by such things.

Layer 07: What’s Their…

Favorite Colors: Reds, deep purples.

Favorite Animals: Arellius is seen with wolves, who appear to have an affinity to both him and Safinia (possibly a connection to the moon and Azura, one could speculate).

Favorite Book: He has an extensive and eclectic collection of books on gardening.

Favorite Game: Probably any games involving bluffing. Although by no means fool-proof, he can frequently make a good guess as to if someone might be lying by listening to their heartbeat. He doesn’t usually gamble for money however with those who don’t know this fact beforehand.

Layer 08: Age

Day Their Next Birthday Will Be: Not sure on this one, and to be honest Arellius has probably forgotten by now. He isn’t one for birthday celebrations, especially since becoming undead.

How Old Will They Be: Hmm, probably around a couple of centuries, maybe three.

Layer 09: I…

I Love: Peace and Quiet

I Feel: Contemplative

I Hide: My fear

I Miss: the Imperial City

I Wish: It was easier to live with the mistakes of the past.

My brain’s stopped functioning and I couldn’t make a decision on who to tag, so tagging absolutely anyone else who follows me who fancies doing this. Seriously, I love reading about everybody's OCs!

#my oc #Arellius Sabellius #tag meme #eso #teso #vampire #imperial #blood mage #nightblade

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stained-glass-fragments · 4 years

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[ Stained Glass (Fragments): The Only Path (pt. 2) ]

"Whatever you say, darling," he responded in that ever-teasing way of his. And for just the briefest of moments, she could almost see him like he was before---sunglasses, ridiculous bunny ears, and that silly grin, poking fun at her.

Her heart ached within her chest.

"By the way, Farona..."

With the smallest of pauses, she cautiously looked back up at him, eyes guarded. "...What?"

Yune stared at her---or at least she assumed that's what he was doing. When he was wearing those thick black sunglasses, it was impossible to tell. His lips quirked. "What do you plan to do now? Are you going to draw your sword and try to bring me to the authorities? I'm still unarmed."

He held his hands out, showing that there was no weapon on him. Farona shook her head with an incomprehensible noise under her breath. He was toying with her again. He knew as well as she did that there was no way that could be accomplished. And she would be eaten away by guilt if she considered even the thought of sending him back to where they barely escaped with their lives as children, no matter what he had done in the years after.

"But you're not running away, either," he mused, shifting from one foot to the other. His smile curled up a little further. "I might get the idea that you still enjoy my company."

She turned away from the high priest, unable to face him when she spoke her next words. "Wherever you're going... I'm going with you."

He was silent for a moment that seemed to last far too long. What was he thinking? Did her answer actually take him by surprise? She could never tell. And she wasn't going to turn around and try. "Is that so?" Amusement was dripping freely from his voice in waves. "Hm, I suppose you did say that you wouldn't let me kill anyone else, didn't you. Funny how the tables have turned with you tagging along after me. But..."

She stiffened as his footsteps slowly crept up from behind her and bit into her bottom lip. He stopped just behind the knight, the edges of his robes brushing against the back of her skirt. Yune leaned down and she could feel his breath on the nape of her neck, but she still stubbornly refused to move from the spot or react.

She had to show him that he couldn't intimidate her.

"Is that really wise?" he whispered in a low, deep tone that made her nerves jump.

Her heart skipped a beat and she swallowed. She couldn't let this---let him---get to her. She had to stand her ground---firmly. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep you from taking any more innocent lives."

"Hmm," he squeezed her once, and then, to her astonishment, disengaged from her entirely. "Well, I'll be sure to remember that."

Farona definitely didn't like the sound of those cryptic words. And she was in way over her head with this, but... it was the only path she could take now. Her days as a knight and protector with the Pronterean knights had come to an abrupt end. She couldn't stand guard or patrol dungeons anymore. People wouldn't want her near them or their loved ones. There was a price on her head. She couldn't freely roam any longer or raise her sword in the public eye.

This was the only way she could protect anyone now.

"This works out for the best," he informed her lightly, patting her shoulder once. "This way you'll come along quietly. Just imagine if I had to tie you up and drag you out of here kicking and screaming! My, wouldn't that be a sight?"

Farona suppressed a shudder. She couldn't tell if he was joking or not, but at this point, she wouldn't put it past him. He probably had some sort of twisted plan regardless of what she said or did. Yune always had a plan.

"Come along then, my dear," Yune piped up cheerfully, heading for the back exit of the chapel. "Looks like we'll be traveling together, just like old times."

This was anything but "like old times", she thought dismally, sighing as she followed reluctantly after him. He wasn't just a mysterious priest with a bad penchant for jokes and impeccably adept with support magic. Behind that smile was a darkness that ran deep through his heart. And she didn't even have the slightest inkling of what she could say or do to convince him not to disappear and continue down his bloody path of revenge.

But she had to try. She couldn't give up. Maybe he didn't believe in his own humanity or even acknowledge its existence, but she was certain that there was a piece of it buried deep down inside of him.

And if she could find it...

She was thinking too far ahead, but any little light of hope was welcome at this point. Farona didn't want to think about how she was ill-equipped to stop this man should he decide to take off or murder someone else. He had the cloaking skill and he could vanish if he wanted to. And he was clearly much more powerful than her and very in-touch with his demon blood. He embraced the abnormalities injected into him instead of suppressing them like she had. And his silver tongue and facade had already fooled her effortlessly since the day they met.

The odds were against her, stacked so high that she couldn't even see beyond them.

However, there was one single thing in her favor -- one unexpected wild card.

For reasons she still couldn't even fathom the depths and reaches of, Yune was interested in her to a high degree. Furthermore, in their travels together, he rarely strayed. It was possible that he had not killed anyone in quite some time. She didn't know for certain, but... the possibility alone was uplifting.

Her presence had an effect on him. To what extent and how, she still wasn't entirely certain, but it was the only weapon she had at this point.

Farona wasn't good at putting on a mask. How many close calls had she gone through with her ear muffs? Hidden agendas and fooling others was not an easy thing for her to do. And Yune would see right through her like clear glass if she tried. Straightforward was the only approach she could take. And even then, what could she do to stop him? What could she say to put his bloodlust to rest?

The thoughts weighed heavily on her mind as she followed Yune out into the back of the church courtyard. He stopped near the towering stone wall that barred from outside the city of Prontera and dipped a hand into the pocket of his robes, pulling out a gem.

A blue gem---a small crystal used by priests and magicians to execute some spells.

Holding the sapphire out, he chanted, "Warp portal!"

A mere few feet in front of him, a circle of light swirled and erupted into a column of blinding blue and white, several feet high. Yune gestured toward it with the hand which had previously been holding the gem and was now empty.

"After you, my dear."

Farona's eyes darted from the portal to the light reflecting off of his shades and back again. There was no telling where it led and she doubted that he would tell her even if she asked. Plus, portals only closed after the magic ran out or when the caster themself stepped into it. She couldn't wait for him to go in first.

She had no choice but to trust him.

Hand settled on the hilt of her sword, she briskly strode forward, giving the high priest one more look into his unreadable expression before she stepped into the light and was promptly whisked away.

This road ahead of her now was narrow, rocky, unpredictable, and could likely crumble beneath her feet upon the first misstep. But it was the first step upon the new path she had decided for herself, no matter what was to come.

#ragnarok online #lord knight #high priest #ro high priest #ro lord knight #stained glass writing #farona #yune hiraze #farona is fun to write because unlike the oblivious gals i usually wrote in fandoms #she's VERY perceptive when it comes to emotions #and while she's not a strategist like yune she knows how to use advantages and note disadvantages #anyway enough of my rambling #enjoyyyyy #if you have questions or comments about anything thus far feel free to tell me!

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sennextheassasinkingoflight · 4 years

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Do You Know Who I Am?

I love assassins, and I love the idea of a cross dressing Jaskier, so here you all go. I hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think? I might make this into something. We shall see. Maybe give you some exploits of what happens when Jaskier is a way. Thank you Nerdynix for the beta.

Jaskiers alias actually has a meaning. Ill tag it in the tags.

Oh the smut is at the end and doesn't have to be read to enjoy the story. its denoted by: xXxXx

Rated M or E depending on where you stop. Murder obviously. Cross posted at AO3 to SennexTheAssasinKingOfLight

________________________________________________________________ Do You Know Who I Am?

Geralt has been looking for Jaskier for a week. Ciri is studying with Yen and he finds the silence on the road to be suffocating now. He won't admit it. Not ever to anyone, but he misses the sounds of company. Specifically he misses Jaskier. They had parted ways a while back, on mutual terms. Jaskier to go to some competition, where Geralt learned later he had won, unsurprisingly. And Geralt took Ciri to Yennefer. Yennefer had portaled him and Roach to Jaskiers last known location at his not so subtle suggestion. Both Girls had laughed as he had left.

It wasn’t that funny, he thought, but then perhaps they both knew how he felt for the bard. They were keen like that. He growled lowly. He and Yennefer were reconciled enough that they could do what needed to be done, and had become quite amiable friends. And now that the dust had settled and Yennefer had up and portaled her and Jaskier away for a few hours things were very good between them all. He still didn’t know what they had talked about; but when they had come back, Jaskier despite his obviously red and puffy eyes, was smiling and laughing at Yens jokes. He accepted it for what it was. Their banter on the outside seemed harsh but it was like the two of them had some kind of understanding. They knew their boundaries, and stayed within them.

Geralt smiled at the thought. It had taken him a while to reconcile with Jaskier, and it was thanks to Cirilla, really, that it had happened at all. It had gone like this. He was low on coin so he left Ciri at the inn to go on a hunt. Paid the innkeeper's wife to keep the girl fed and safe while he was away. Said she was his niece come ward. She had agreed, and Geralt reluctantly left to deal with the creature. It would only be a night. “She'll be fine” he had thought. It took two. When he returned he found Ciri at the darkest most secluded table in the inn. She had picked that up from him, and with her was Jaskier. Neither seemed to notice his arrival so he stood out of sight where he could listen.

“C- sorry, Fiona he’s been gone two days and it was what?”

“Vampires I think.”

“Oh Melitele's sakes, he’ll be fine.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, probably he had to track down a few stragglers.”

“Oh.”

“Chin up sweetheart, he’ll be back soon.”

“I trust you Dandelion. Thank you. It’s good to have a familiar face around.” “It’s good to see you too, Little lion. Have you had supper?” The rustling of fabric, a shook head.

“Well then why don’t the three of us eat.”

“Three?

“Oh yes, Geralts, just listening in and brooding.”

“What? Really? Where?” Ciri said looking around.

“How’d you know?” Geralt asks perturbed that the bard had noticed him but not said anything or given himself away. Had he always been this observant, this sneaky, he had wondered.

“The atmosphere, dear witcher, always changes when people notice you. My job is to be aware of my audience.” Jaskeir responded not looking away from Ciri who was making a face at Geralt.

“You said one night! Liar.”

“Hmm.”

“I’ll just go order food.” Jaskier left the table.When he returns to the table he doesn’t sit. He looks at Geralt with a very particular look. There is anger in it. He taps the table and Geralt meets his eyes. He nods and stands.

“We’ll be right back dear one.” Dandelion winks at Ciri and leads Geralt into the back alley. It’s late. The sun has set. They stand there while a cart pushes past the mouth of the dimly lit alley. Jaskier gave one more look around and Geralt is about to ask him what he wants. Because he’s angry and guilty and relieved all at once and can’t process it.

“YOU! YOU!” Jaskier drops his voice from a shout to a low, dangerous tone.

“You fucking arse! What the hell were you thinking leaving a fourteen year old girl alone in a seedy tavern inn! Not just a fourteen year old girl. Princess Cirilla! What if someone had noticed her. Recognized her! Geralt you are a fool if I ever met one. What the bloody-” he cuts off, takes a breath and gets in Geralt's face.

“Do you even know what could have happened to her? Do you? Slave trade. A crime lord who saw a pretty little girl and decided he needed her. What the fuck Geralt.” His voice is dangerous and low, his eyes wide and full of rage, hurt, pain.“What if I wasn’t me? What if it was someone else who had sat beside her and was able to convince her that he was a safe person? She knows me. I’ve played in Cintra since Pavetta and Duny. Do you ever think? Oh nevermind, we know the answer to that. You don’t. You just fucking act. Consequences be damned. Then you don’t take responsibility for them, but if something had happened to her it would have been your fault and you’d have no one to blame. What then? That's it, like it or not I’m going with you. You obviously can’t be trusted with her well being.” He crossed his arms in challenge without leaving Geralt's space.

He hadn't spoken. Just swallowed and gave a stiff nod. He felt like he’d been kicked in the gut by Vesemir during training.

“Oh no. No. You're going to tell me you understand you big oaf.Your going to tell me it won’t happen again and then you’re going to make sure it doesn’t or I’ll run you through with your own sword. Poison you with your own damned potions. Am I clear?”

He blinked, who was this man? “Yes, Jaksier. I understand.” He nods, transfixed by the man in a sea of colors before him. “ It would be good of you to join us.”

He wasn’t sure what had changed for the bard, but he was fiercer and this anger was genuine and righteous. What was he to do? The bard would come with him asked or not. He turned towards the door.

“Oh, and Geralt.” Voice softer now, heart rate just as even and steady. “ It’s good to see you.”

He’d stopped and turned to him then,“Likewise. I- I’m glad you’re well. And…” silence hangs between them, Jaskier arches an eyebrow at him waiting.

“I’m sorry. You’re right… not just about this, but me, my faults.”

“We’ll work on it.” Then the bard had brushed past him and swept into the tavern. Shortly after that he’d managed a real apology for the mountain incident. Jaskier had laughed, called him a fool and forgiven him all in a single breath. Ciri clung to Jaskier like a life line and so it was good that he had stayed.

Roach snorts bringing him from his memories. They are nearing a new city. Jaskier had left the other one and Geralt hoped from what he gleaned that he would be here. He missed him. He really did, though he’d not say as much.The town had a fair going. Of course it did, or some kind of large gathering. A festival. He shakes his head and wrinkles his nose. The scents are overwhelming.

It takes a while before he finds an inn with a free room available. A little one on the far end of town from where he had entered. It's better than nothing he supposes. Roach is happy in the town stables so he starts looking around. The town had just started this celebration, it was for the harvest. The main square was a bustle of colour and loud noise. Vendors from all over selling their wares and catching the attention of any passerby they can. The market smells of food and sweat and ale. The perfumes are strong and many. There is no way he will be able to scent Jaskier out if the entire town smells like this. Every inn and tavern had. He looks around still breathing deeply, and gods forbid Jaskier changed his perfumes. He growls. The best he can do is check out taverns at night, watch the square and its musicians by day. Keep his ears open for any mention of or sound from the bard.

He’s walking towards the music when he whips his head around suddenly. He’d caught the slightest hint of a familiar scent, but it was too muddled to make it out. He scans the area. There is much to notice, much more to ignore. Something does catch his eye though. A woman with broader shoulders than most. Her hair is shoulder length and blond, done in curls using hot tongs. A hat sits atop her head with a peacock plume in it. This is what caught his attention. One is white the other is colored. She stands with the other woman by this silk cart and smiles, turned just enough from him that he can’t quite make it out. He does a double take. He stares but the woman doesn’t turn towards him. Instead she walks the other direction arm in arm with another lady. An amber and midnight blue silk shawl in her other hand. He huffs, annoyed and continues on his way. He can feel eyes on him, but that's nothing new, so he ignores it.

He stays in the town two days. He keeps hearing whispers of Jaskier playing, but never seems to be in the right place at the right time. The city is large and over crowded. There are people in tents filling the field outside the city gates. The festival is large and there is a ball two days from now at the house of the nobleman who rules over the city. One needs an invitation to get in, and yet he intends to go despite that. If Jaskier will be anywhere it will be there.

As he walks back to his inn, he keeps to himself and takes the alleys. Even these are crowded. It’s late so there is more room. Most of them are unlit which isn’t a problem for him. What is a problem is a woman with long brown hair braided down one side being chased into his path by a shouting group of men. She runs past him, knocking against his side in the dark. She stumbles.

“Where’d the bitch go?”

He hears one of them shout.“Down the alley!” Another says angrily. Without thinking he grabs her arm and pushes her against the wall, effectively blocking her body from their view.

“Don’t scream.” He whispers in her ear. “I won't harm you. Play along.” He keeps his voice light as he can. She nods. Blue eyes down cast. Are they blue? He can’t tell. It doesn’t matter. He leans into her. Lets a hand rest low on her waist, the other on the wall behind her. She buries the fingers of one hand in his hair. His breath ghost her neck. She smells strongly of spice and too much chamomile. Medicine. He wrinkles his nose. One of the spices making him want to sneeze with its strength. She lifts her skirt above one knee and leans into him hiding her face in his shoulder. The men start to pass, one of them stops.

“A girl run past here?”

“Busy.” He snarls. The men move on. Only when he can't hear them does he move back to the other side of the narrow alley.

The girl lets her hands fall to her sides, then keeping her face down cast plays nervously with her braid.

“You alright?” He asks voice its normal level of gruff. He rubs at his nose. His eyes water. She nods fervently.

“What was that about?” The girl swallows. Her voice is pitched a little high and it grates on his ears. He shakes his head.

“ ‘ook eh loaf o’br'd from me M'ster, for me brotter sir.”

He nod’s satisfied.“Don’t get caught next time.”

He starts for the mouth of the alley way. He can hear her follow but doesn’t look back. She goes the opposite direction from him. He sniffs. His nose is dead to the scents around him and it makes him angry. He quickened his pace and rubs at his ears.

When he returns to the inn he washes his face three times and changes but the scent is still there. It seared to the inside of his nostrils. He send his clothes to be washed. He glares at the ceiling. He knows Jaskier is here. He just can’t find him. He keeps catching his scent, hidden, buried, weak but there. He keeps hearing whispers that a well known bard is there, but he can’t seem to be in the same place. He growls. He knows that the ball is his best shot. He just needs to figure out how to get in.

The following afternoon, the day of the ball, he’s in one of the side squares. There's a fountain in the middle and children play in its water. It’s unusually warm for an autumn day. He continues to look for signs of his friend. Because that he will admit. Jaskier is his friend. He watches as all members of society move around the smaller square. He notices a woman who looks familiar. A peacock feather in her hat. She walks with the grace of all noblewoman. She’s pretty, he notes, a little flat chested. She pales her skin with powder and colors her lips a purple. It suits her. It happens very quickly.

A man, a thief grabs something of hers and she yells. The guards can’t get to him from their locations and he looks as though he will make it out of the square with whatever it is he had grabbed. He smirks. This is his chance. Catch the thief and maybe a grateful noblewoman can get him into the ball. Casually he moves into the thieves path and stares him down.

“It doesn’t suit you. Give it here.” The thief steps back, looks for an alternate escape. He's about to change course.

“Don’t make me maim you.” Geralt says, still smirking, hand reaching for his sword. The Thief looks up at him, lip quivering. Geralt gives him a meaningful look and his shoulders slump. He hands the items out to him.

“Please here. Take them, just let me pass. Please.” He begs quickly. Geralt takes the items, considers it a moment and says,

“If they catch you you’re on your own.” Then he steps aside. The guards give him an incredulous look and chase after the thief. Carefully he approaches the woman with the peacock feather. Smiles just barely. Trying for human, trying to use every trick Jaskier had taught him. He can hear the bard lecturing him in his head. “Yes, there's a good smile. No teeth, keep your eyes soft. There. That's the one. That's how you should smile at balls and towards people in general.” It was hours of practice with Jaksier poking and prodding his face Ciri laughing beside them at night. The lady hides her face behind her fan, keeps her eyes turned down.

“These belong to you. I believe.” He bows slightly holding a gold necklace and a broach out to her.

“Thank you, kind witcher.” He startles some. He shouldn’t be surprised that she knows he’s a witcher. But there is something prickling on his skin. He trusts his instincts, but he needs into the manor.

“Of course my lady.” She holds her hand out to him palm down. He understands, takes it in his free hand and kisses it lightly. She giggles a bubbly laugh from her throat at the act. She smells strongly of Lilac and Daffodils, he can just barely make it out. His nose is still dead from the night before.

“I am Lady Narcissus Oszust. Thank you for retrieving these.” She takes the items with her free hand. “The necklace was my mothers’ and the broach, my grandmothers.”

Her voice is a little deep for a woman but he doesn’t question it. He’s been around the continent enough to have met many people that seemed odd. Men with voices like women, women with faces like men, women with hair short as a man and men with hair as long as a woman. He lets it be without much thought. He’s seen many things.

“How may I repay this debt?” She asks lightly. He smiles a little. He feigns uncertainty for a moment.

“Oh, well. Perhaps, My lady... You see, I am looking for a friend of mine and I have reason to believe he may be at the celebration tonight, and I find myself, sadly, without an invitation.” He will suffer one night at her side if it means finding Jask. He hopes however, that she will simply have him added as a guest of hers and that will be the end of it. She flicks her crystalline blue eyes along his body, but never meets his gaze.

“Do come better dressed than that. And I expect at least one dance from you.” Then she turns.

“Oh I suppose I need your name for the list.” She adds over her shoulder, face hidden by a curtain of blond curls.

“Geralt of Rivia.” He grins, a little too sharply.

“I’ll see you tonight, White Wolf.”

He makes his way back to the inn with determination. He orders a bath. He has a few hours to kill before the celebrations begin. He takes his time, treats his hair as Jaskier would insist. Dressed in clean clothes, the set Jaskier insisted he keep in his pack should they need to infiltrate a noble estate, he ties his hair back. It goes against all his instincts but he leaves his swords. Instead he places a dagger at his waist, neatly hidden, it's a thin blade, and a knife in his boot. His instincts tell him there is something amiss. He meditates. And when the sun is low enough he makes his way towards the manor.

They are expecting him. No one stops him as he makes his way up the main entrance on rounded steps. A fountain, shaped like a siren sending spray into the air at their base.Once inside he makes his way to the main hall. It opens into a garden behind the large mansion. A cool breeze blows through the open doors, it’s pleasant against the warmth of bodies pressed into the confines of the room. It brings with it the scent of fresh cut flowers, and autumn air. The golden glow of the sun cast long shadows across the marble floor, it’s fading quickly. He remains at the edge of the room, in the shadows, watching, waiting. He sips at an ale that he takes from one of the many servants. There is no sign of Jaskier among the musicians or nobles yet. So he waits. It would be much easier if it weren't a masquerade.

“Find your friend yet?” He turns to look the woman over. Narcissa is standing to his left, blond hair done up without a hat. The amber and dark blue shawl cover her shoulders, the sleeves of her dress are long and flowing. The gown itself is deep midnight blue, or perhaps it more closely resembles the ocean at midnight. Amber thread binds it together and there are golden accents like stars on the sleeve edges and the corset. It stirs something in him. Her face is hidden behind a mask, half like a burning sun, half like a slumbering moon. Two halves of the whole.

“Not yet.”

“Perhaps, you could tell me his name. And here, I forgot to mention this affair was a masked ball.” She hands him a mask, in the shape of a wolf's snout. Its white, and soft. She sips some wine. She wears delicate gloves also of white. Geralt realizes this woman is a complete mystery. If pressed he isn’t sure he could describe her face. The jaw is strong up close, but also slightly round, innocent looking. The chalks make it look thinner, more feminine. He furls his eyebrows and nods, donning the mask.

“That’s better. Now his name?” She smiles at him behind her mask.

“Jaskier. He's a bard.”

“ And a Lettenhoven.” He narrows his eyes at her behind the mask.“ Don’t worry. I know Julian quite well. Though, I cannot say with certainty that he will be here.” She frowns. Geralt let out a sigh.

“Will you be staying the duration of the evening?”

“Only until I am satisfied he won’t be here.”

“Then perhaps I should claim my dance now.” He clenches his jaw and then aquiessaces. They move to join the dancers. Narcissa is an exceptional dancer, and he finds that he enjoys dancing with her. So when she asks for a second, he agrees. They don’t speak much but she occasionally bats her eyelashes at him, squeezes his arm, or lets her hands brush against his hair, down is back. Finally another Lord wishes to dance with her and he returns to his spot on the wall. He finds it difficult not to watch her.

There is something ethereal about her, too mysterious and his senses are telling him something isn’t right. She’s not a vampire. He can tell that much, even from here. He begins going through a list, but is pulled from his thoughts when the clock strikes the tenth hour. He’d leave if he weren’t so concerned about what Narcissa is. It's obvious the bard won't be here. He knows he’s spent too many days here. But he had been certain. He added that to the list of confusions in his mind. He watches Narcissa for a while longer. Occasionally she makes eye contact with him across the room and smiles.

Just after the eleventh bell, one of the lady’s collapses in the middle of the dance floor. Instantly the comotion begins. Someone shouts for a doctor, others go rushing towards her, trying to help. Geralt recognizes her as the woman who had been with Narcissa the day at the market. It's blurry but he’s almost certain of it. He looks around swiftly and catches the train of her dress sweeping across marble leading into the hall.

He navigates across the room, blocked far too often by some person or another. He straightens his shoulders and people move for him. He casts the mask to the side, and that hasens his pace as people actually part for him. A witcher on the hunt. When he enters the hallway no one is there. He growls. He continues onward, he can barely make out her scent. He follows it straight out the front door.

Neither guard looks up from their game so he presses onward into the brisk night. He follows, breaks into a run even. She can’t have gone far, but she is fast. She takes all the alleys, avoids the main streets and well lit places. He stops abruptly. Her scent at the door of his inn. He swallows and enters, a cursory look around reveals that she isn’t in the main room.

He follows her scent up the stairs, slowly. He removes the stiletto blade from his waist. Or he tries to. It’s gone. He reaches for the knife in his boot. Carefully he pushes the door to his room open. He steps inside. Narcissa sits on his bed, legs crossed, her chin propped on her hand, elbow on her knee, curled in on herself, completely relaxed and pouting. In her other hand lies his blade. He inhales sharply. There is excitement in the air, radiating from her. Familiar. The room is lit by a few well placed candles and the fireplace stoked hot and bright. It casts shadows about the room, but Geralt can see Lady Narcissa clearly.

“Do you know who I am?”

“An assassin.” She leans back on his bed, supporting her weight on her hands. Exposing herself to him, almost playfully. She’d known where he was staying and had fled there. He clenches his jaw. ‘What does she want?’

“Oh Geralt. Of course I am, that’s a part of me trained from birth. But it’s not what I asked. Do you know Who I am?” She moves and he moves faster. His only weapon is the knife in his hand. He won't need it though. They fall backwards, his knee between her legs, arms locked above her head in one hand and his blade at her throat in the other. She looks up at him from beneath the mask, smirking, and laughs. He goes ridgid. He knows this laugh inside and out, blind, would know this laugh, deaf he would know this smile.

“Jask?”

“This has been a fun game of cat and mouse. Tell me love, do you like me all dolled up for you?” He swallows and looks down at swirling blue eyes. They meet his gaze for the first time.

“Jask?” he asks again.

“Geralt?” With an unsure hand he pulls the mask off. He doesn’t shift his position or lose his hold.

“Hello darling. Do I look good in a dress?” He licks his lips.

“Yes.” It falls from his mouth before he can stop himself.

“What about pressed against the dark wall of an ally?” Geralt stares at him confused. Jaskier pouts.

““ ‘ook eh loaf o’br'd from me M'ster —”

Geralt stands abruptly and stares at him wildly, face contorting in an array of emotions. Finally he whines,

“You fucking destroyed my nose.” He rubs at it instinctively, the memory causing it to burn.

“Only temporarily, Geralt, nothing permanent. I just couldn’t risk you catching my scent.”

“What the fuck?”Jaskier stands and goes to the washing basin. He wets a rag and sets to work removing the makeup.

“Subterfuge me friend. Lady J— and her family were getting rather pesky. I was asked to resolve the issue.” He says like it's not a big deal that he’d just killed a woman.

“How?”

“A concoction of nightshade and hemlock in her wine. Very effective, no mess, easy enough to slip to her.”

“But why?”

“Because I was asked too and had access.”

“No I mean. Fuck. Jaskier when did you..”

“Oh this, I’ve always been able to. Part of my training growing up around nobles, you learn quickly how to deal with enemies. I just happen to be an actor and I didn’t want it connected to the Lettenhovens in any way. It would ruin my reputation.” The bard smiles cheekily at him, face clean.

“Why...” He gestures at the gown and swallows. Something about it being Jaskier in the gownhas him reeling. He pushes it aside, he can’t let it in.

“I’d be recognized or noticed if I’d been a man. People would think I was trying to court her… to many variables. A new female friend at court that came from nowhere and disappeared, much harder to trace.” He smirks at Geralt from the dresser.

“When did you take my dagger?”

“Second dance, when you were trying to figure out what kind of monster I was and not rip my hands off for taking liberties.” He winks. Geralt tears his jacket off in frustration.

“You've been in this town the entire time dressed as a woman.” He seethes.

“You looked right at me. I just couldn’t tell you anything. I thought you’d get a clue from my color scheme. Daft as always.”

“What?” He looks at the bard again.

“Blue and amber? The color of our eyes.The peacock feathers? Oh you foolish man.” Jaskier frowns at him. Geralt can only stare in disbelief.

“Is this what you were doing? Is this where your courage came from?

”“I’ve always had it. I just didn’t think I’d ever need to use it on you. Then I did.” Jaskier pushes off the dresser and glides towards him. He stops short, chest inches from Geralts and looking up at him through his eyelashes whispers,

“Get me out of this dress, witcher.”

xXxXx

Geralt looks at him, stiff and unmoving. The dam in his mind breaking free, dislodging well hidden thoughts. Jaskier tilts his head, hair falling off it and exposing his neck.

“Or am I mistaken?”

He asks with false shyness. Geralt doesn’t miss a beat. He launches forward and kisses Jaskier hard on the mouth. The Bard smiles into it, fisting his hands into the witcher's shirt. He pulls away to catch his breath all too soon.

“I swear to every god, if you rip this gown or my corset I’ll make you beg for me.”

Geralt promptly spins him around picking up one of his knives in the process and cuts through the laces of the corset. He pushes the sleeves of the dress from Jaskier shoulders and kisses them instead. Jaskier pulls the corset from around his chest and lets it fall to the ground. He shrugs the rest of the dress off.

Geralt tugs at the fabric of the chemis and pulls it roughly over Jaskiers head. The bard laughs.

“Why the hell are there so many layers?” He whispers, dragging his teeth across Jaskiers neck. The wig came undone and Jaskier tosses it to the side.

“Virtue?” He deadpans as he turns to face Geralt in nothing but his underclothes. Jaskier tugs at his shirt and Geralt kisses him again, deep and wanting. He can feel Jaskier working the buttons of his shirt. He breaks the kiss only to pull it over his head, and then he’s licking back into Jaskiers mouth. It tastes sweet, like the wine from earlier. He explores, threading his fingers through Jaskiers hair while the bard undoes his trousers. He tugs sharply when he feels them get pushed down and Jaskier moans. The bard pulls away and pushes more urgently at the pants.

“You’ll get as good as you give if you keep that up.” Geralt growls, low in his throat and kicks his trousers to the floor. Then they kiss again and Jaskier pulls at his hair just as hard. He groans into it. He lifts Jaskier and feels his legs tighten around his waist. He moves his mouth to suck at his throat and the bard throws his head back and moans. Geralt bites down. He knows Jaskier will tell him to stop if he goes too far or if he hurts in any way, but the way the other jerks against him says he doesn’t have to worry. He knows Jaskier, knows he doesn’t have to be as gentle, as careful as he does with the others he’d taken to bed in the past. He settles Jaskier on the bed and tosses his dagger to the floor. Neither of them needs to be stabbed with a real blade.

Jaskier tugs at his hair again, frantically and squirms. He understands. Standing he removes the last of his clothes and Jaskier does likewise, kicking them off the edge of the bed. He looks down at the bard, fully undressed and aroused below him. Jaskier makes eye contact with him, and makes a show of stretching out to be seen.Geralt licks his lips and takes a step back towards the bed. Then he stops.

“You're sure?” Jaskier laughs at him, that heavenly sound that Geralt wishes he could put in a bottle to listen to at his convenience.

“I don’t sprawl myself out for just anyone.” “You do.” “Haven’t in years.” “Oh.” Jaskier sits up, leans on his hands, “Seriously? Really? You oaf. Get down here.”

And then they’re crashing against each other and it's glorious. Jaskier rut’s up against him and doesn’t make any attempt to be less vocal. Geralt lets him, shivering in delight when he adds a hand to the mix, deft fingers working in all the right ways. He lets out a soft moan against the newest bruise on Jaskiers collarbone.

“Fuck me.” He says against the bards neck.

“Is that an option?” Jaskier asks, completely surprised.Geralt looks at him, all innocent curiosity on his face and fire burning through the lust in his eyes.“It is now.” He says and Jaksier is pushing him up and backwards and he lets himself be manhandled. It’s been a while since he allowed someone this control, but Jaskier. Jaskier has control of every other part of him,whether he knows it or not so why not this? He looks up at the smaller man.

“You're sure?” The bard copies. He nods.

“Say it, Damn it Geralt. Use your words.” He flushes at the command.

“Yes Jaskier. Please.” A glint in the musicians eyes.

“Please what?” Geralt groans as hands position his legs just the way they’re wanted.

“Fuck me.”

“Hmm…” a pause “uhm.” Geralt looks up at him confused and exasperated. He’d like to get on with it. The abruptness of the pause is grating and not at all like he expected from Jaskier.

“Oil?” Jaskier asks.

Silence.

Geralt leans back into the bed and laughs almost hysterically. His cock is so hard it’s almost painful from the way they’ve been touching and teasing. Jaskier leans over him with a quirked eyebrow and a deadly expression on his face.

“I will kill you if you don’t shut up and suck.”

There are fingers near his lips, he grins and teasingly takes them into his mouth. Jaskier maintains eye contact the entire time. He sucks each finger individually, coating them thoroughly in saliva, runs his tongue up and down each one, sometimes catching them with his teeth. He Moans when Jaskier pushes more than one into his mouth at the same time. He watches through half lidded eyes as Jaskier swipes his own precum down his cock, uses his own spit to slick it.

Finally he pulls his fingers free from Geralt's mouth, trails his pinky also soaked down his chest, his abdomen, around his cock and down to his entrance. He tenses and takes a steadying breath. He forces himself to relax. Jaskier watches him, waits until he’s comfortable and presses his index finger inside. It's been sometimes since he was so vulnerable and Jaskier seems to know it. The bard leans forward and peppers kisses along his thigh, his hip bone, anything he can reach. After a while he adds a second and a third. He teases Geralt's cock with his tongue and occasionally his other hand, he never takes more than the tip into his own mouth, giving soft sucks as it pleased him too.

Abruptly Geralt lets out a gasp as his hips twitch. He feels Jaskier smile against him.

“Jask, please” he says horsley.

The bard obliges, makes sure that he’s as well slicked as he can be without proper lubricant and presses against the witcher.

“How are you this tight.” He chokes out, pressing in at a painfully slow rate. “Will you relax please, Geralt.”

The witcher does as he’s told. Finally Jaskier is seated inside him. It satisfied something in him that he hadn’t realized he was missing. They stay like that unmoving for a moment, catching their breath. Jaskier leans over and kisses him, and he groans into it, the movement pleasant as it forces Jaskier a little deeper. Slowly, the bard begins to rock against him, he doesn't move all the way out, not at first. It's a rhythmic rolling of hips against hips. Eventually they pick up speed and if anyone were outside their room the only thing they would hear was the obscene sound of skin against sweat slicked skin, erotic moans of pleasure, the words, “More, harder, fuck, Jask, shit, and gods above Geralt”.

It doesn’t take long for the foreignness of it to push Geralt over the edge. It’s a good new, something he could get used to; something that he enjoys. His own release brings Jaskier over the edge just as quickly, he pulls out just in time to spill on his hand and Geralt's chest. The witcher just laughs and pulls him against the mess between them and kisses him breathless again.

“You should wear Lilac and Daffodil more.” Gealt whispers against his ear when they’ve cleaned themselves as well as possible, and curled together under the blankets. “Lilac is Yennefer's scent...” Jaskier trails off looking up at him from the circle of his arms, chest to chest. “It smells better on you.” He says meaning it, and gives the poet a pointed kiss. He isn’t great with words, so he hopes it's enough.

#So Narcissa is in relation to the latin term for Daffodile. Narcissus changed to Narcissa to be a name.Oszust according to google is polish #It means cheater and is synonymous with "Fraud #deciever #Etc.#Geraskier #Assassin Jaskier #Crossdressing Jaskier/Dandelion

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Unforgiven- Crimson Rain chapter 15

Pairing: Bastien x Liza; Liam x Raven

Word count: 3,434

Warnings: fluff, angst, manipulation, character death

Summary: Someone causes trouble.

A/N: A smidge of fluff and then shit hits the fan. I’d apologize, but no one would believe me. If you want to listen to the songs that fueled this chapter Smile by Uncle Kracker, Final Warning by Skylar Grey, Monster by Beth Crowley (god is this song so Madeline this chapter, oops) and Monster by Imagine Dragons

Series warnings: Mobster AU, there will be violence, and death. Possible NSFW to come. Possibly dark and deals with pregnancy loss. If you ask to be tagged you acknowledge you are at least 18 years of age.

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Disclaimer: I own my OC’s, the rest I’m simply borrowing from PB for a bit.

Present day; Philadelphia, Pennsylvania:

Liza felt like she was floating on a cloud, still overcome with joy over what transpired in the last forty-eight hours. She pulled her phone from her purse as she settled back into the plush seats of the SUV, Buttons laying with his head in her lap. She opened her messaging app, her finger hovering over a name she desperately wanted to push, she clicked another name, smiling as she typed out the words.

Liza: Guess who just got married!

She smiled as she watched the dancing dots.

Percy: Without me?! I’m wounded!

Liza giggled as she envisioned him clutching his chest, his face etched with mock hurt.

Liza: Oh calm down! We eloped. Only Liv was there… well and our new puppy Buttons.

Her smile grew as she scrolled through the pictures, selecting one where Liv pretended to be annoyed, but her smile proved she was just as overjoyed as everyone else. Elvis stood between Liza and Olivia, striking his signature pose, Buttons cradled in Bastien’s arms by her side.

Percy: You were a beautiful bride.

She blushed at the compliment.

Liza: Thank you.

Percy: For telling you you’re beautiful or calling Bastien to tell you where you were hiding?

Liza: Everything.

Percy: I hate to ask, but does your dad know?

She frowned as she bit her lip. She wanted to tell him with every fiber of her being, but she refused to allow his disappointment to pop her happy bubble.

Liza: No, you know how he feels, he won’t ever accept that I’m happy.

Percy: I’m sorry kitten.

Liza: Don’t be, at least I have you I can count on.

Percy: Anytime kitten, & congratulations.

She smiled as she closed out of the app, tucking her phone back in her purse. She turned her head, smile growing wider as Bastien took her hand in his squeezing it gently.

“Telling your dad the good news?”

“No, you know he wouldn’t be happy for us, I don’t want his negative energy to ruin things for us.” She shook her head, refusing to allow her smile to drop from her face again. “I was telling Percy, he says congratulations, and pretended to be hurt he wasn’t invited.”

“He could have had my invite.” Olivia quipped from her spot up front. “I mean cheesy Vegas Elvis wedding, no thank you.”

“Oh Liv, stop pretending you hated it, I saw you smile, and cry. Besides you would have been pissed if you weren’t there.”

“Whatever you have to tell yourself.” Olivia said as she rolled her emerald eyes towards the heavens, still unable to conceal the smile on her lips. At least I’m up here so they can’t see my face.

Bastien stifled a chuckle as Liza mouthed ‘she’s in denial’. An unfamiliar ringtone broke through the mostly silent car. “Hope.” Bastien said sliding his phone from his pocket.

Hope. Oh shit! Regret engulfed Liza, coiling around her body squeezing her tightly. How could we forget Hope? What a great start to being her stepmother. First I run out in tears and then we exclude her. She was pulled from her thoughts by Bastien’s gentle squeeze of her hand, her hazel eyes meeting worry filled grey. “Hmm?” Did I miss something he said?

“I need to go to Trenton after I drop Liv, Buttons and you home.”

“Why?” Concern etching her features.

“Hope called, something happened, I’m not sure what she was too panicked to understand fully but I need to make sure she’s okay.”

“I’ll come with you.” The words jumped out of her mouth without thought, though she felt sure of her decision.

“Are you sure? Last time—”

“Last time I was in a bad place. I’m not saying I’m perfect, but I’m doing much better now that I’m not hiding our losses from you.”

“I’m glad you finally trusted me.”

She grimaced, it’s not that she didn’t trust him, she just didn’t want to burden him with the pain. “Me too.”

Present day; Trenton, New Jersey:

Two weeks ago:

Madeline paced her room, hastily grabbing clothes, tossing them haphazardly into an open suitcase on her bed. “How could he keep this from me? He wanted me to lead Liam to take down Bastien I needed to know Emmaline survived!” She glared at the man standing the door waiting to escort her out of her home. Who the hell does he think he is throwing me out like this?! I will show him! She wasn’t taking this lying down, she refused to be made to look the fool. She was promised she would be by Liam’s side and she would do anything it took to take it from that ungrateful bitch who stole it from her.

She slammed her suitcase shut, angrily zipping the lid. She grabbed the bag roughly, her heels clicking loudly as she stomped to the door. “I can see myself out, thank you!” She said as the low level soldier tried to lead her out, taking offense that Liam thought so little of her. I will be back and I will win Liam, I will be your wife!

Now:

It had been weeks since her mother accidentally revealed that she was the one who had actually pulled the trigger that took Emmaline from Liam. She had never felt more confused in all her life, she wanted her to pay, but at the same time it was her mom and what would be gained in both of them losing their mothers. She couldn’t help but wonder if her mother would have kept the secret till she died had she not overheard their conversation about Emmaline.

She knew as hard as it was on her it had to be even harder in Liam, he needed to prove he was the right man to head the Rhys family, and that meant dealing with Mara. She was aware that the decision was also weighing heavily on him and she knew it wouldn’t be if it were anyone else, and if he hadn’t wrongly gone with Bastien. He couldn’t afford another misstep, but he also needed to show he could take action. She hated that she was part of the reason that was making it tougher on him to decide what to be done.

Raven nervously chewed her lip as realized what she needed to do. She always knew deep down, on some level what she had to do. She needed to remove herself from the equation, if she didn’t Liam would never be able to do what he needed to without a guilty conscience.

Mind made up, she headed towards Liam’s study to tell him he needed to act as if she wasn’t involved. It was the only way he’d be able to handle the situation, he couldn’t be worried about her and her feelings if they were to ensure that Mara paid for what she had done to Emmaline.

“Liam, can we speak for a minute?” Her voice soft as she entered the study. If she didn’t say it right away she knew she might not ever.

“Hello love.” He smiled, but it didn’t meet his eyes. He motioned for her to sit down, the weight of his decision showing in his tired face.

Raven gave her own forced smile as she sat. “I think you should do whatever you need to with my mother. Don’t worry about me, I won’t fault you for whatever you choose. What she did was wrong, she never thought of anyone but herself in any of her actions. She’s the reason I was ever threatened, and she made her choice out of self protection. She knew Emmaline would be stopped but she only worried about her own position. So I want you to do what is needed and I promise we will be fine.”

Liam looked at her in awe, trying to decipher how she could be so calm and strong. “Thank yo—” The phone rang cutting off his words. “Hello?” His brow furrowed and his face contorted in pain as he listened to the voice on the other end. He silently hung up, his head hanging in disbelief. “My mother, she’s gone.”

The morning before:

Madeline moved swiftly down the halls, her heels clicking against the cool polished linoleum. She managed to talk her way into the details she needed, her name still held some weight, even if Liam didn’t see it. I’ll teach him to underestimate me and push me aside. She stopped outside the door, smoothing down her dress and painting her face with remorse and worry, while inside she could feel the anger churning in her veins waiting to erupt in a fiery rage. She pulled a large diamond ring from her bag, slipping it in on her finger as a small smile played on her lips. She twisted the knob, pushing the door open. “Oh, Emmaline, I just heard.”

Hope jumped up from her seat by her sleeping mother’s side, her textbook falling to the ground. “Who are you?” Her fingers inched towards the call button.

“I’m Madeline, you’re soon to be sister in law.” She raised her hand, diamond sparkling as it caught the light.

Hope’s face twisted in confusion. “What are you talking about? What happened to Raven?”

“Oh dear? Is she at it again? She’s convinced she’s Liam’s girlfriend and that he loves her. It’s sad really. She’s loved him since we were children, but I’ve been his betrothed for years. Except every time we try to get married she somehow finds out and stops the wedding. We’ve tried having her committed but her mother always has her released. And now she’s gotten you fooled too?” She painted her face with mock concern, she could sell this, just a little more. “Oh my poor dear. I would have been here sooner but I’ve been abroad, my own dear mother is gravely ill, I’ve barely been able to leave her side. But I’m sure you understand.”

Hope nodded in agreement, her head spinning, Raven had seemed so sincere, but how else would Madeline know?

“Did she try anything? Please tell me she didn’t! I’d be beside myself if anything happened to Emmaline. She was like a second mother to me, when I finally heard she was alive and Liam had a sister I had to come! I still can’t believe he did this to her.”

“Who?” The words flew out of her mouth before she could stop them. She’d been wanting answers all her life, maybe she’d finally learn the truth she’d been searching for.

Madeline turned, carefully concealing her smirk. “Constantine.” Her hand flew to her chest. “Oh dear, don’t tell me they kept you in the dark. It was well known that Constantine had Mara, Raven’s dear mother kill Emmaline, although he allowed it to be spread that it was her jealous lover. Had I known she was alive all this time!”

Hope sank to her seat, tears pooling in her eyes. “H—he knew? Liam really knew?”

Madeline closed the distance resting a comforting hand on Hope’s shoulder. “I’m afraid so. The only person who didn’t know who really did it was your father. Constantine tried to disgrace him and most everyone fell in line. Liam learned the truth at a young age, we both did, in training to take over for Constantine. I guess he didn’t want you to hate him because of his father. I truly thought he’d tell you.”

Hope looked up through tear filled grey eyes, missing the smile threatening to break across Madeline’s face. “Th—thank you for telling me the truth. Can you come back, maybe later after I’ve had the chance to process?”

“Of course, anything for my dear sister in law to be.” Madeline’s smirk grew as she shut the door, Hope’s sobs filtering through the door. She slipped off the large diamond, depositing it back into her purse. Oh, I will be back, but when no one is here to stop me. She smiled as she passed the young orderly in green scrubs, his hungry gaze boring into her. Ugh. He’s a means to an end, the position I deserve, the place I’m owed. Just a few more hours and she’d have Liam exactly where she needed him.

Two years ago; Trenton, New Jersey- Constantine/ Madeline:

Madeline was fuming, her heels clicking as she paced the study. “I can’t believe you just sat there and let him call it off!”

Constantine sat back in his chair, an unnerving sense of calm coiling around him. “Patience Madeline, he will fall in line.”

Madeline spun, her eyes flashing with fury. “No! I’ve had enough with being patient! I. Want. What. I. Was. Promised. I have waited for him to fall in line for four years listening to you placate me, no more!”

Constantine’s blue eyes narrowed, his fist coming down on his desk causing Madeline to jump. “Enough! I would kindly remind you who you are talking to and disrespecting, yes you were promised Liam’s hand, and you shall have it. He will fall in line or he will learn of his girlfriends mothers involvement in his mother’s death, with a few omissions on my part.” Madeline opened her mouth to speak, stopping as he raised his hand, palm facing her. “But, if you ever have another outburst like that towards me, you will get nothing. Understood?”

Madeline’s hands clenched in fists at her side, before she released them. “Fine!” I can’t wait until he’s dead and the real plan can start.

Present day; Trenton, New Jersey:

Early Morning:

Madeline smirked as she carefully slipped from the supply closet undetected. She straightened her scratchy polyester green scrubs with a look of distaste. It’s a means to an end. The phrase becoming her mantra with every task she had to endure that she found beneath her. In the end, it will all be worth it when I’m at my rightful place.

She carefully navigated the quiet halls. Shift change, I should have just enough time to do this and slip out without being spotted. She patted her scrub pocket, ensuring the syringe was there. Just a few more minutes and everything will be on its way to being the way it’s supposed to be.

She slipped into the darkened room, moving through the room towards the bed without making a sound. She smiled down at Emmaline’s sleeping form. “Oh Emmaline, if only things could be different but this is the only way to make your son fall in line.” She pulled the syringe from her pocket, a devilish gleam in her clover green eyes as she uncapped the thin needle. She carefully pulled up the sleeve of Emmaline’s top, exposing her upper arm. “This won’t hurt.” Her smile grew. “Well me, it will hurt you a lot.” She drew back her arm a few inches, pinching the skin with her other hand, her arm came down, needle piercing the skin. Emmaline’s eyes shot wide open as Madeline pushed down on the plunger.

Emmaline’s mouth dropped open in question, fear quickly filling her eyes as she felt her fingers go numb, she drew her arm up only for it to fall back to her side like dead weight. What’s going on? Panic set in around her heart as she struggled to move, to breathe. Why can’t I breathe? Every breath was a hard and painful gasp. Who would do this? She tried to glance around the room for help, but she was still, motionless, trapped in her bed with no way to call for help. I’m going to die and I can’t scream.

Madeline’s sadistic smile grew as she watched the panic set in on Emmaline’s face. She remained quiet, watching until Emmaline’s body went limp, dead chestnut eyes staring up at her unseeing. She carefully closed her eyes, making her appear to still be in a peaceful sleep. She slipped from the room, retracing her path back out of the nursing home, smug smile on her lips. Let’s see you say no to me now. It was only a matter of time before she finally received all she was promised, all she was owed.

Now:

Liza worked to force the nervous feeling bubbling up from the pit of her stomach back down as she walked through the familiar doors. Things are different this time. She nervously twisted her rings as she took a deep breath. You know where you stand, just breathe. The only similarity between this time and the last was the nervous energy hanging in the air. The air was heavy, wrapping around them as they wondered what to expect.

They barely made it three feet, before a streak of dark hair ran towards them, tears falling heavily down her cheeks. “Bas!” Hope choked out between sobs. “Thank god.” She swiped at her cheeks with the backs of her hands trying to stem the flow of tears. “My mom.” Her lower lip trembled as she struggled with the words. “She’s gone!” She sank to the floor, her body collapsing in a heap as her legs gave way, no longer able to hold up her weight.

Liza crouched down, her hand instinctively going to comfort the younger woman. “Let’s move to the sitting area and you can tell us what happened, okay?”

Hope nodded, accepting Liza’s helping hand up. They moved to the same corner they spoke just weeks prior. Liza sat next to Hope, gently wrapping her arm around her shoulders, her need to comfort coming on pure instinct. Bastien sat on Hope’s other side, his hand resting on her shoulder. “Can you tell us what happened?”

Hope sniffled as she nodded her head. “My mom, she’s just gone, someone killed her.”

“What makes you say that?”

“She was fine. She was perfectly stable, then this morning they found her just after shift change. Nothing else makes sense. They tried to kill her before, so why wouldn’t they try again now?” She roughly wiped at her cheeks. “Plus I got a visit from Liam’s fiancé yesterday.” She shook her head in disbelief. Maybe I could have stopped this. “I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but it can’t be a coincidence, she comes and then my mom is dead.” She choked back a sob. “She didn’t remember anything, I just don’t understand why she had to be killed.”

Liza gave Bastien a questioning look, he shook his head in response. They could understand her line of reasoning, but they couldn’t think who would want her dead with Constantine gone.

Hope suddenly jumped up, her face contorting from sadness to fury. “You have some fucking nerve showing up here!” She shouted as she spotted Liam and Raven approaching.

Liam scowled. “Yea you must be surprised since you tried to tell them not to call me!”

“Why do you even care?! You knew! You knew where she was, who put her here, you always knew and yet you tried to blame the only one of you who even showed me an ounce of care or told me any truth!” Hope’s hands clenched into fists as the anger took over, tears of anger and grief rolling down her wet cheeks. “All you ever did since you got here was lie to me! Both of you!” She laughed at their shocked faces. “You think I wouldn’t find out about your fiancé?! She was here, she told me everything!”

Liam felt the anger coursing through his body. He knew of only one person who would feed her such lies. What was the point, it’s not like we were close.

Liza reached out to put her hand on Hope’s shoulder, Hope shrugging her off. They need to know what he did! “How could you? How could you protect her mother when she hurt ours?!” She turned to Raven. “I can’t believe I ever trusted you! You just wanted to know how much I knew, see if your mother was safe!”

“Will you stop?!” Liam shouted, his jaw clenching in anger.

“Why?! So you can spout more lies?!”

“ENOUGH!” Liza shouted stepping between them. “This isn’t the place.” She turned to Hope, watching her body deflate. “Let’s move somewhere more private and try to discuss this.”

Hope nodded in agreement, Liam’s phone beeping in his pocket before he could acknowledge. He slipped the phone from this pocket, he gritted his teeth, his hand curling into a fist as he read the text. Think before you say no to me next time. Be in touch, my dearest fiancé. His eyes flashed with rage. “Madeline!”

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Give No Quarter XXXI

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-Warning: Violence, blood, and death-

You could not recall the exact moment when the sight of your own blood had ceased to affect you. The red drops trickling down your cheek and chin added to the array of crimson and scarlet stains across your corset. You could taste the metallic flavour as a stray bead of blood seeped between your lips. You spat forth another globule of reddened saliva, resisting the urge to wipe away the mess from your face.

“You’ll not be so pretty when I’m done with you,” Azog brought his blade up once more, laying a precise slice across your left cheekbone to mirror the right. You cared not for his threats as you’d likely not be alive when he had deemed your meeting over. “I’ve never met a bitch so stubborn as you.”

“And I’ve never met a brute so hideous,” You retorted, choking on your blood as you laughed darkly. “You’re a paltry monster after the beasts I’ve faced.” You taunted, “Nothing but an imp delighting in fool’s play.”

“Oh, yes?” He grabbed the back of your head, forcing you to your feet as he pressed the edge of his blade to your throat, “Perhaps you don’t fear the pain I’ve in store for you, but what about your dear captain, hmm? Shall I regale you with what awaits the honourable Oakenshield?”

You visibly gulped at the thought of Thorin, having drawn out your own torture to spare him. Despite Azog’s brutality and persistence, you had revealed not but insignificant details and irrelevant lies. He had broken two of your fingers and left dual gashes across your cheeks. He had hollered with irritation and thrown you against the wall several times, replacing you in the chair to resume his interrogation. You abided it all knowing it allowed Thorin a chance to save himself…if only he could find a way.

Thorin could not find his voice to shout anon. He continued to grip the bars between his hands, his face pushed against the cold metal as he tried not to think of what Azog was doing to Y/N. Every muscle within him felt as if it was throbbing and his eyes burned with acidic tears. He sniffed as he stared at the dim flame of the lantern across from him and felt a rage spark through his melancholy

It was the same anger he had been fighting since he had drawn Y/N from the depths of the water after Elvenking had tried to drown her. His grief had chased away the hunger which had driven him for so long but now it returned to him twofold. Azog had led him to this. He had attacked his crew all those years ago, violated his sister, driven her to madness, stranded him to a life tainted by violence. And now he would take from the Thorin the only sliver of solace he had found in his ill-fortuned life.

“Guard,” Thorin wiped away his tears and called out, driven by some half-formed plot brewing within, “Guard!”

He continued to call until the hatch opened, a sour grumble accompanied a set of clumsy footsteps and the tinkle of metal plodding down the stairs. The crewmate appeared before him with a drunken wobble and burped a foul odor into Thorin’s face. “What is the meaning of all this shouting!?”

“I’ve got to relieve myself,” Thorin stated plainly.

“Use the bucket,” The guard hiccupped and chuckled, unsteady on his feet.

“You took our pot,” Thorin lied, knowing the guard’s drunken eyes could not see through the dark shrouding the brass vessel hidden in the corner, “I’d rather not use the floor…Likely you’d be the one sent to clean it.”

“Or you could, hiccup, sleep in it,” The guard laughed again but quickly clamped his lips shut as if he would vomit. He swallowed with great effort and shook his head free of his sudden discomfiture, “Ugh, that ale was much to briny.”

“There’ll be something much more briny across these boards if you don’t let me relieve myself,” Thorin insisted, “I cannot hold it much longer.”

“Hmm,” The crewmate considered Thorin with caution, leaning in to look him over. Thorin kept his gaze steady until their noses were nearly touching. “I don’t—”

Thorin reached through the bars and seized the crew mate collar, jerking the pirate so violently that his head crashed against the metal. The man’s body went limp almost immediately and Thorin released him so that he crumpled on the floor. Kneeling, he reached through the bars and searched the crewmate’s belt for the jingle which had accompanied him down the steps.

Thorin pulled forth the key ring, carefully trying each skeleton until the last turned in the hole. He sighed but a sudden rush of fear took him. What would he do now? Opening the door was but the first obstacle. He took the crewmate’s thin blade; a measly weapon but better than nothing. He slowly crept up the stairs, peaking onto the deck with baited breath, readying himself for another tussle.

Only the sound of the ocean lashing the ship howled beneath the sliver of moon hanging crookedly on the sky. The deck was empty but for a few crewmates slumped lazily over crates, the empty bottle rolling at their feet foretelling their inebriated stupors. Thorin slowly climbed onto the deck, looking over the slumbering men as he passed. If any awoke, he could dispatch them as easily as the one below, though he would risk sending up the alert.

Thorin passed the last man stationed outside Azog’s cabin. He stirred briefly before he was incapacitated with the hilt of the slender sword. Thorin led the crewmate’s limp body to the boards noiselessly, listening for any disturbance in those around him. He hooked his sword through his belt and took the rifle which rest next to the man’s perch, checking that it was loaded before he approached the cabin door.

He listened, holding the firearm at the ready. He could hear Azog’s voice droning in a taunting manner. Y/N spoke weakly in response, a small whimper following at some unseen strike. Thorin’s body went rigid and he kept his rifle balanced as he reached with one hand to slowly press down the door latch. The door clicked open slightly, but no response sounded from within as Azog continued his interrogation.

Thorin stepped back, steadying the barrel of the gun and kicked the door open. Azog had Y/N across his desk, the blade of his arm hooked beneath the lace of her corset, several others already cleft. He turned in surprise to look at the intrusion, a sudden flash of recognition darkened his black eyes and Thorin pulled the trigger.

The bullet caught Azog in the center of his chest, he staggered slightly, turning towards Thorin with a roar. Y/N caught his bladed arm, bloodied palm sliding along the metal as she screamed and twisted it free. The curved sword disjointed from Azog’s truncated elbow and Y/N rolled away from him, turning the blade in her hand and slicing it across her tormentor’s stomach.

Azog stepped back stunned, gripping the large gash across his midriff desperately, his innards slipping sickeningly between his fingers. He fell onto his knees and Y/N slashed his throat with a barbaric cry, dropping the sword in distress as blood bubbled at Azog’s neck and he gargled appallingly. The pirate’s heavy form collapsed across the boards, his blood so dark it was nearly black.

Y/N held out her bloodied hands, several of her fingers visibly broken and both palms lacerated, the right even more than before. Her face was smear of crimson, two gashes across her cheekbones, her bottom lips swollen and split, both eyes blackened, and her hair hung in scarlet-coated shanks. Her corset hung-half open, her skirts torn and barely in tact. Y/N sunk to her knees beside Azog’s lifeless form and began to wail wildly.

Thorin looked behind him, the drunken crew undisturbed by the turmoil which had just unfolded. The fates must have changed course that night. He pulled closed the door before crossing to Y/N, setting aside his rifle as he knelt beside her. He pulled her trembling figure into his lap and held her as her sobs quieted and only the convulsions that wracked her body betrayed her distress. He had saved her, but just barely.

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