#and now he's been forced to confront it all. he'd been content not knowing if frank was his biological father.

[luimagines]

Honestly, if the chain were to go to the age of calamity era Wild would likely freak out. Just, him not remembering what hyrule was like before the calamity probably made him not fully aware to the extent of it all and now to be placed right in it, the guilt would crash into him full force.

Every corner would probably be compared to to his hyrule as it is now and when they get to the place he spent most of his time he would be hit with memories all the time.

When he meets that version of himself and the champions he would likely feel shame (even though he really likes how he is now) at not having been able to do the same. It's likely also really confronting to see the old champions alive. To see those that recognize him with such sympathetic smiles, it's a lot to handle and likely needs some time alone.

Cal (aoc link) would likely see wild with so much sympathy and respect. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to go through that all (and he likely doesn't know that they didn't send the little robot). He was only able to avoid the calamity because of the warning the robot gave and because of the new champions helping them to fight the calamity.

He frankly is also jealous of how Wild is able to like he does. He feels he can't, it's not in his job description after all and he's the hero. Even now the pressure of being the hero is a lot and is still leaving him nearly mute.

When Cal joins the chain it's rather awkward in the beginning. After all, he's basically wild while at the same time he isn't. Wild walks around him with a good few meters between them. There's shame and envy between the both of them and they need to talk it out. Both aren't inclined to do this, but Cal bites the bullet and admits he's jealous of how Wild can talk to anyone he wants to. Doesn't feel like his mouth gets sown shut whenever someone he respects is in front of him. (Cal does have a lot of difficulty socializing with the other heroes. Attempts were made by both sides, but it was just rather awkward.)

Wild is probably a little baffled by the way his 'original' self is jealous of him of all people. It makes him chuckle and asks if he's for real?

Cal nods and says he's having a difficult time and if he could help him out.

This makes wild silent for a while before he finally asks if Cal is not ashamed of him. "How could I? I barely survived due to help from your era. If anything I have a lot of respect for you."

This made Wild feel relieved and a lot lighter. The person he thought would judge him the most didn't. He was even jealous of him!

After this their interactions become a lot smoother. Wild includes cal in conversations a lot while Cal shares memories that Wild would ask for. It's where Wild finds out he had a little sister coincidentally called aryll which Wind hears and makes him very excited! Blabbering about his sister and comparing the two. Both Cal and Wild feel content in that moment.

Eventually the chain would call them the twins.

Agreed! I had a daydream once where the chain ended up in Cal's era but Wild was the most at risk.

Everywhere he would turn (more or less) would just ignite another memory and leave him out of commission. Especially since a lot of the building are still standing and what not.

You're right about Cal being jealous over Wild's ability to just be.

But I don't think Wild would be able to look the other living champions in the eye. He'd probably ask how they survived. When they mention the little robot, he'd be so confused. It starts to make a little more sense that everyone didn't make it without the robot- heck, they barely made it even with the robots help.

Wild would probably be less award around Cal after the initial ice is broken though. Probably try to get him to break his stupid mask over something as dumb as eating rocks (again).

But after a while, he'd see that he really hasn't changed that much. Because despite everything, it's still him.

#pinky replies

[giantchasm]

Hello. May you like to share any recent Susie-isms on your brain 👁👁

(Or any Kirby blorbo honestly. I just like your character vibes)

OUUUGHHHH. SUSIE MY FRIEND SUSIE. SHE'S EVERYTHING TO ME.

(Sorry this answer is a few days late, but I really do have a lot of thoughts about her)

Recently I've been thinking abt her relationship w mechanization a lot recently. I know it's left ambiguous in canon whether or not she's actually part machine, but she's suuuuch a robotgirl to me.

This bitch has a microchip in her brain and mechanical hands and big scary LED eyes. But also they're kinda cute and when she's choosing how to get dressed up every day she can decide on different colors and even symbols like hearts in her eyes to match whatever cute and/or unhinged vibe she's going for.

She's only part robot, but sometimes she wishes she were all robot. Life would be easier if she was perfect and unfeeling and cold and didn't make mistakes. But sadly she can't fully mechanize herself because then "She'd effectively die," and while she sometimes wonders if that would be for the best (Replacing herself with a better version of herself and all), she knows it would unfortunately make her friends sad.

Even though she's not a real robot she uses it/its pronouns sometimes and has an acronym picked out for what S.U.S.I.E allegedly stands for because she likes feeling like a machine anyways.

She has a complicated relationship with her robotics sometimes because for a long time she was convinced they made her superior to everyone else, but now that she's learning that's not true and that mechanization was apparently "a horrific thing to do to people," she occasionally wonders if people see her as some kind of freak.

But she tries not to think about it! She's better than everyone else, OK? She has to believe that. Or else she'll spiral.

Although most of her is mechanical and because of that she can't feel super well, one of her hands is still flesh and secretly she likes it when people hold it.

She thinks about her dad a lot. Her relationship with him is soooo complicated. Sometimes she hates him, but she misses him just as much. There's so much anger mixed in with crushing sadness. She wonders if he'd despise her for everything she did. She can't really blame him. She despises him too. Doesn't make it any easier, though. And so she just. Tries not to think about it. And fails.

Taranza (He's her best friend, ok?) tells her it's okay to let herself grieve and process those complicated feelings, but that's not always easy for her. She doesn't even know where to begin.

She's a loser. An unhinged, emotionally damaged wreck of a woman. Someone in the fandom as of late has taken to referring to her as 'Losie' and they're so right. I need less content of Susie actually being a girlboss and more content of Susie desperately trying to pretend to be a girlboss while actually just barely pretending to cling to her sanity with her fingernails.

Susie's interesting to me in that she like. Wears a mask on top of a mask. She pretends to be this honestly pretty nice silly cutesy unbothered chick to people she doesn't know well, but in 'reality,' she sees herself as this realistic, unbothered, cynical and strong person. But she's not that either. She's fooling even herself. Deep down, what Susie is is a scared, angry, sad little girl. Like she's not a little girl anymore-- she's a grown woman, but she'll always be the same scared little girl who got lost in Another Dimension. And she hates that fact. So she won't acknowledge it.

Funfact: in my headcanons when she first started going by 'Susie' it was when she initially got back from Another Dimension. After being forced to confront the fact that her dad didn't recognize her and being mechanized to join the company, she decided that the old Susanna was dead and she was someone new. Someone who would never cry again. She's not, but it's nice to pretend.

I also like to think she literally can't cry anymore-- LED eyes and all. Doesn't mean she doesn't want to sometimes, though.

She hates it when anyone calls her Susanna. Except Taranza. He can get away with it occasionally.

He, Magolor, Kirby and the Mage Sisters are her closest friends. She doesn't really like to admit it, but they're her buddies... even if there was some strife between her and the Mage Sisters at one point (I wrote a whole fic about this. I'm working on making it presentable to upload)

She pretends she doesn't like Magolor, but she does. See: this idea I came up with the other night and still can't get off my mind.

But then after that they pretend they didn't have a moment. NO, Kirby. You DIDN'T find them quivering and holding hands. Shut up.

Susie is weirdly liked amongst her employees. She's not even that good of a boss. Like she's a cold, calculating bitch. But after Star Dream shut down a lot of the technology that kept mechanized people functioning and alive started shutting down and she fixed all of the Haltworkers one by one. She didn't think anything of it-- she was just trying not to lose valuable workers, which would be a stupid waste of money, but now they love her. I think more than anything she just seems like an okay boss in comparison because Haltmann was so hilariously mean to his employees when in reality she's still pretty draconian.

She's trying to do better now, though! She's learning to care about 'ethics.'

When she was 7 years old and before she experienced the horrors she read Space Warrior Cats. Space Warrior Cats is exactly like real Warrior Cats except every character has 'Space' in front of their name (I.E. "Space Firestar.)

I love this hot pink bitch named breakfast.

#sorry not sorry for the long post but anon waited for it so i said everything on my mind #kirby #susie haltmann #susie kirby #susanna patrya haltmann #long post #sack’s kirbyverse

[gabessquishytum]

I had an idea for a priest!Hob and demon!Dream au that I just had to share. I was thinking about Catholic theology while watching a ghost hunting video that involved demons (as one does), and it got me thinking. So if hell is supposed to be the absence of god, and god is supposed to be essentially the personification of love, then wouldn't the best protection from demons would be to push your fear aside and choose to love and want the best for them? Which this train of thought of course led me to dreamling.

So basically Hob is a preist who for some reason, has recently been dealing with random supernatural occurrences. Like random knocks, sometimes he wakes up with scratches, sometimes he hears footsteps in the hallway, once he even saw a shadow figure. Now to start he's pretty content to deny that anything is happening. Around the same time, this impossibly beautiful man starts hanging around I guess the church, though he never actually enters the sanctuary. Now Hob is completely baffled by this man because he seems to know theology pretty well but is unashamedly flirting with Hob and Hob is confused cause well he's a priest. This man, Hob soon learns his name is Dream, is also very scornful of religion and it's not too long before Hob gets the distinct impression that Dream is trying to get Hob to sleep with him and trying to lead Hob astray. At first Hob is a bit angry and confronts Dream about it. Dream gets defensive and says something about that Hob's god won't him from the demon that's been haunting him. Hob goes pale. He never told anyone that there'd been anything supernatural, because he seemed to be the only one experiencing anything. So he thought that he must be imagining things. How could Dream know. Dream realizes that he fucked up and leaves.

It takes some time for Hob to process the whole thing but after lots of thinking and maybe some praying cause wtf he's pretty sure the pretty man who's been flirting with him is an actual demon, he calms down a bit. Hob does a mental run through of every demonic incident that he's had since Dream started hanging around, he also thinks about his interactions with Dream. Dream just seemed so intelligent and funny. He was prone to lashing out and Hob had witnessed him say cruel things before, but Hob had been sure that there's more to him than that. After all, most cruelty comes from pain. But after thinking everything through, Hob is pretty sure that Dream didn't want to hurt him. And Hob comes to a similar conclusion as I did and that the best thing to protect yourself from a demon or even to heal the demon is to love them.

So the next time Dream shows up, Hob welcomes him with open arms and invites him for dinner at his house. Dream is very confused. Over the next few months, Dream lashes out a lot in ways that he didn't before Hob started being extra kind to him. Hob is very patient, he never forces Dream to go anywhere or do anything doesn't want to and never invites him to mass like he might have before because well, Dream's a demon. Eventually Dream accepts that apparently he has a friend who's a preist now. Which is not really something demons are supposed to do, but then again, Lucifer became the devil cause he rebelled and broke the rules, so why should Dream listen to the rules here?

About a year or so into this new arrangement, about a year and a half after they met, Dream starts to change visibly. He's fallen rather ill and is weaker than he ever was, but at the same time was also visibly happier. Dream, in one of the rare times that he talked about his emotions, confided in Hob that he was having more and more trouble returning to hell and was less and less welcomed there by other demons. Hob for his part was struggling with his chosen path in life. The stress of running a church was getting to him and most of the time he'd rather be with his friend who he had offered his home to if he didn't want to go back to hell (Dream wouldn't admit it but he didn't really want to go back). Hob was also rather frustrated with the way the Catholic church was run at times, as much as he believed in the theology behind it, there were lots of things, such as the church's stance on trans people and abortion, that he just couldn't stand anymore. He also more or less had a crush on his demon friend.

It becomes clear soon enough that Dream is losing some of his demonic abilities. Like he can't change his appearance as easily as he used to, now he's stuck between his demon form and his human form that he's had trouble alternating between (maybe also his cat form too cause imagine him stuck as meowpheus). But at the same time, he's not as weak anymore, he's in less pain than he became a demon, and the biggest difference is that he's happier. Of course he does have an existential crisis because of the whole thing and is not sure why it's happening. Hob, who by this time had basically decided that he was going to stop being a priest explains his theory to Dream. Dream being Dream of course responds with something along the lines of "I was not made to be loved" and Hob is like, "I don't care, I love you anyway" and kisses him right then and there. When Hob has to breathe, Dream admits that he loves Hob too and that he shouldn't be able to and it's against his nature and he can't change and YET he does love Hob and he has changed.

Hob soon formally quits being a priest and Dream becomes less and less demonic as time goes on (except when they have sex, Hob is certain that Dream still is part demon but only when they're having sex) and he and Dream run away together happily ever after.

Anyway, enjoy this random idea that popped into my head today

I'm getting Good Omens vibes, which is probably because the season 2 trailer arrived today! But also because I love the idea of a domesticated demon. 10/10, great trope. Especially if the demon still has a demon form. With a lovely eldritch tongue.

Also: Hob rejecting the Catholic Church and choosing love and worship and belief on his own terms? Fantastic, sexy, I love it. Thank you so much for sending this, it's a great addition to the demon!Dream saga!

#the sandman #dreamling #cw religious themes

[bimboothefool]

Hall of ʝℓℓʊ﹩ʝ◎η﹩

Content Warning!! WEE WOO WEE WOO!! This contains major character death, emotion/physical manipulation and Lord X being a parasite also strong swearing. Finally some yandere-like behavior keep this shit in fiction, I'll never ever condone or support IRL "yanderes".

Playing that ROM was the first mistake, now this impersonator imitating Sonic now has a thing for you. Just perfect, absolutely perfect. At first they were sending some notes app level love letters, then it got more weird by them showing you morbid images of Sonic characters getting murdered. Soon you had enough and said. “Why show me their deaths, is this your own fucked up way of saying I love you?”

Lord X merely cackles, he stares directly at you. “I guess you could say that.. I really want your attention by any means necessary.” His eyes looked directly as you saw little hearts in his eyes, smiling at you displaying his yellowed teeth.

'Dude put those chompers away…’ Your face scrunched up in disgust. “Still you're stuck in that computer, realistically you can't touch me or take me away.” Lord X starts to laugh silently and full blown starts cackling. “Are you sure about that, my dear little chunk of meat..?”

“Positive as hell.” You stated in a matter of fact way. “Suit yourself, my prey…” Lord X disappears leaving you be, finally you can get back to working on that stupid assignment.

~~

The next day it was all normal, until one of your classmates decided to confess to you. But a familiar, dreadful voice demanded you turn them down. “Sorry I've got a boyfriend…” You forcefully said, they left defeated. “...what the hell..?” You could barely believe it, it felt like you became a puppet in that moment.

~~

After class you headed home, dashing towards your room and immediately booted up your computer to confront Lord X. A window pops up and reveals him with a smug grin on his face. “Something wrong, dear..?” Lord X chuckled which irritated me to my soul. “What did you do to me?!” He taps his chins pretending he doesn't know what I'm talking about.

“Don't pull the “I have no idea of what you're referring to.” Bullshit!” Lord X smirks at your furious reaction. “You said I can't hurt you… Now that you've played my game, I'm merely making my mark on what's mine.” He shrugs, proud of how your words aged poorly. “Don't even try to get rid of me, that piece of me inside your little head is only growing stronger..”

You were lost for words, you finally realized how deep you're into this mess you unknowingly got yourself into. “This is only the beginning, my dear cut of meat…” Lord X purred and soon cackled, closing the pop up window he used to talk to you.

~~

The next few weeks, you've been distancing yourself from everyone and overall isolating yourself. Not by your own terms as Lord X has threatened to kill them if you don't come with him quietly. He shows what can do and with the flick of his finger he's able to make you feel physical pain.

You also started having vivid dreams of the life you could've lived, it ranged from you graduating college or getting your dream job. Yet by the end of it, Lord X was always watching with that disgusting smile on his face.

X does it because he thinks it's cute to see you squirm and cry out to him. Begging him to stop the pain. Lord X decides it's finally time and you recently switched to online classes. This gave him the perfect opportunity, he might as well strike the iron while it's hot.

~~

Your tired eyes stare at the computer screen, feeling your life drain away. Everytime you speak to Lord X or interact with him, it's like a piece of you is taken from you only for it to become his.

Lord X thrived and got a huge euphoria boost from it, he'd even force you to say I love you to him. He didn't care, he just wanted a hollow doll to call his own. One that would obey and heed his beck and call.

As you finished up your current assignment, a window started to pop up. With the last shred of rebellion, you closed the window. Soon another popped up in its place, you closed it again. But it only makes more windows and they soon make your screen go blank.

“...no. No no NO! I WAS GONNA–” Your words trailed off as the screen turned a bright red and the whole room started to shake. You screamed in horror, trying to run by a skeleton like hand grabs and grips your head. Picking you up and dragging you through the screen. The last thing you heard was distorted music and faint screams.

The last thing you felt was your whole body go cold almost like he ripped your soul from your body.

~~

Lord X drops your soul into his usual hand, putting his other hand away. His red pupils look at your soul with intrigue and endearment, maybe he can put you into a model of his choosing. “Of all the souls I've collected you are by far my most prized one. Offer me everything, your heart, soul and mind!!” He teleports to find Amy.

Once he finds her, Amy's death is swift and gruesome. Now she was an empty husk ready for a new soul, he uses his claw to engrave a large x over her heart. Amy cries out in agony, but Lord X didn't pay her any mind, opting to let her bleed out onto the grass.

He waited out and as he did, he started playing with your soul with interest. “Don't worry, (Y/n)... Once you have your new body, we'll never ever part…” Lord X checked on Amy and she soon stopped breathing, it felt cold. He places your soul gently into your new vessel, not wanting to damage your soul.

Lord X scoops up your lifeless vessel and soon takes you to Mystic Cave Zone. It was far enough to where the two of them wouldn't be disturbed. Not even his current victims would find you or him there.

~~

You felt warmth coming back to your body, as much as you wanted to rest. You had a nagging feeling that something was wrong. Very, utterly wrong.

You reluctantly opened your eyes, wilting greenery surrounds you, as you moved your fingers it was like you were wearing gloves. You immediately sat up and looked at your hands. You could barely believe what you were seeing, your hands were stylized and you saw a very familiar outfit. “No way… No fucking way… I'm… I–I'm in Amy's body…” You croaked out feeling the warmth you once felt disappear.

You curled up into a ball, unable to hold your tears back. Trying desperately to understand what you did to deserve this.

“So you're awake, finally. It's time for us to build our kingdom together.” You whipped your head to see him, your eyes widened. You knew pleading was never gonna stop him, it only fueled him.

With no one coming to save you, all that's left was to obey and love him.

#my writing #lord x x you #lord x x reader #lord x x y/n #lord x #sonic.exe x you #sonic.exe x y/n #sonic.exe x reader #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x reader

[moneneki]

An unlikely ally

Pairing: Azula/Jet Rating: T Summary: After a betrayal that scattered everything Azula had built inside Ba Sing Se, she starts to make a new plan.

A short fic for Week 1: Forced to work together/Sickfic/There was only one bed of @atlararepairmonth!

Also, it looked like a particularly good day for some antimonarchist sentiment lol

Scrunching her nose, she didn’t contain the disdain with which she looked around the rickety room. It smelled like dust and misery, like most of the Lower Ring, and it looked much the same way. There was barely any furniture, save from a low table and a couple of small squared tatamis. The window was covered with a crude wooden blind, and she could smell mould on the walls underneath.

She wanted to complain; the petty corner of her mind, the one that was used to get the finest silk gold could buy for draperies that wouldn't even touch her skin, itched at the sharp words gathering in her throat. But she also knew that she had a mission, and that her personal comfort was not paramount to achieve it; therefore, it needed to be discarded.

The silhouette of the one remaining Dai Li guarding outside their lousy hideout provided less relief than she would have liked. He was moving. She observed, tense and ready. At least half of the Dai Li were now back on Long Feng's side…

“Princess, we got some food,” he whispered from the other side of the paper-thin wall.

She exhaled a silent sigh.

“You may bring it in,” she commanded, taking a brief look at the immobile, unconscious runaway next to her. He'd probably need to eat something as soon as he woke up. The problem was, she didn’t know if he’d be able to stomach any kind of solid food.

It had been a rushed decision, taken in a split second, to bring him along while fleeing the Earth Palace. She’d recognized him from the Dai Li reports, back when all of them responded to her. Before the incident in the catacombs; her authority had been undermined one inch too far and so many things had collapsed around her…

Her unexpected companion shifted, bringing her attention back to him. The boy with the hook swords was a trouble-maker, an agitator the Dai Li had finally caught after he’d made a too-bold confrontation with some ‘firebenders’ in the Lower Ring. He hadn’t been wrong; maybe he'd be glad to know that.

His movement prompted her back to action, and she reached for the bag the agent had just left in front of her. One look was enough; the food was somehow worse than the house. The round shape of the bread (she assumed it was supposed to be a steamed bun) made it hard to bite, and its hardness made it impossible. Nevertheless, she persevered and managed to take a chunk off, chewing methodically on the resulting sawdust.

There was a crude ceramic pot inside, and one cup. She decided she'd use it before he needed it, and served herself some of the content. A preliminary sniffing made her suspect it was supposed to be tea.

Rearranging herself on the tatami next to him, she cradled the cup of tea in her hands. She could feel her fingertips warming up, a sign of the chi-blocking wearing off. Those two traitors! It was Zuko's fault, not to align with the right side! Mai and Ty Lee should have let destiny run its course! No wonder she had lost the Dai Li's respect; who would be loyal to a princess whose two closer collaborators betrayed her?

As quickly as she could, she shot down the shock and indignation, the boundless anger, the… 

The hurt.

She buried that word. Hurt meant weakness, and she was not weak. She couldn't afford to; weakness meant dishonor, and dishonor meant disapproval in a world where being in the Firelord's good graces was everything.

Damn them! Mai and Ty Lee turning against her inside Lake Laogai, out of some misplaced sense of 'love', had thrown all of Azula's plans out of their course. It made the Dai Li doubt her, gave Long Feng enough footing to reclaim part of his forces and had left Azula in a more compromised position than she had ever wanted to be, without her bending and relying only on half of a force that ought to remain united.

As her cup let out the first thread of steam, he groaned and blinked, finally waking up.

Predictably spooked, but also bound by the severity of his injuries (some of the younger Dai Li agents could be too harsh), he made an unsuccessful attempt to get away from her.

“Who are you? What is this place? Last thing I saw was the Avatar and that firebender…”

Oh, so he already knew.

“We are back in Ba Sing Se,” was all she said. The rest of the information needed to be dosed carefully. “The Avatar flew away with his friends and his bison.”

The spark of hurt betrayal in his eyes was deeply satisfactory to notice.

“You were wounded, and I thought you were worth helping,” she looked at him.

Indeed, this particular peasant had also managed to become an important figure within the Lower Ring underbelly. A coup orchestrated at the top hadn't worked; one coming from the bottom, from the very foundations…

“Who are you?”

“My name is not important,” she put down the cup of cold tea. “I just share your interests.”

“What do you know about me and my interests?” he bit back, like a cornered animal.

It worked for Azula.

“Oh, some things,” she smiled. “I know you want this city to be free of tyranny…” she shrugged in apparent indifference, and observed with satisfaction the darkening of his frown. “I know you, like many, are tired of monarchs and kings telling you what to do.”

She picked up the teacup again, satisfied at the now uniform heat on her fingertips. 

“You're one of them,” he growled, pointing at her now steaming cup of tea. She didn't try to deny it. “Why do you care to help us?”

“You are right,” she answered, sipping from her cup. “I am a firebender. But bending is not always a show of allegiance, as you might have come to suspect from some of your Lower Ring acquaintances.”

Azula knew for sure that some of the former sympathizers of Jeong Jeong –the old fool– had taken refuge in Ba Sing Se, and frequented the same circles as this self-appointed freedom fighter.

He still didn't seem convinced.

“Suffice to say, I am very invested in seeing the people at the top of this city falling down,” she sipped the mediocre, diluted tea in her cup with complete calmness.

And only after that I may claim this city for my father.

However, he didn't need to know that.

“Do we have a deal?” she extended one hand.

He didn't take it. 

“I don't trust you.” The obvious suspicion on his glare revealed the rush going on inside his mind. “But you could have killed me while I was out. I will cooperate with you this once. Then we’ll see.” 

She smirked; despite his youth, Jet was a better player than Long Feng, she could already sense it in his words. 

“Suit yourself,” she shrugged. “You will see that you can really use my help.”

He snorted.

“It seems to me that you need mine too.”

His words made her smirk widen. She liked this guy… and maybe her respect for him rose an inch.

It would be interesting working with him to make Ba Sing Se fall.

#atla mayday rarepair month2023 #moneneki #jetzula #Azula/Jet #jet #azula

[cloudninetonine]

SPOILERS FOR THE BOTW 2 NAME

HEYYY!!! I sent a fairy!player ask earlier and how it might work with botw2, but upon reading the title "Tears of the Kingdom" I have something even better.

#1 answer is 🎉

KILL

So I'm thinking, people have been theorizing that Zelda dies during TotK, that's why she wasn't shown despite Link saving her at the end of BotW. Since at this point, player is well known throughout the centuries by guiding the legendary hero to defeat Ganon. I don't think society as a whole would take too kindly to hearing that they died (was hylia punishing them for failing her, was Ganon going to be freed once more, what if link is unable to save Hyrule without the guide)

Wild and player up and disappear just like last time, much to the dismay of Hyrule. Only this time, instead of coming back with scars into the embrace of the people they call family, player doesn't come back at all. I don't think Wild would even come back if I'm honest, too ashamed of getting their guide killed (in his eyes) to even face the rest of his brothers. Maybe the chain would have to see for themselves, forcing wild to confront his failures, only this time he remembers it crystal clear.

Imagine Hyrule, knowing who player was, having to be told that the one person that was there for him when no one else was died, he'd try to kill wild. Whether it was by the fault of dink or Ganon, wild is the only one who he can touch immediately. Ultimately, he doesn't succeed, but I don't think their relationship would bounce back immediately. Anything Hyrule has that was originally player's he keeps. Maybe it's a hoodie that still smells like them, a bracelet that he never takes off, or their cape that he wears no matter the impracticality.

If they did remember, While I don't think the reaction would be as extreme (or maybe they would judging sunset's contents). I do feel like there would be a cloud of dread surrounding the links, mix between 'their one shared guide is gone what do we do?' and 'one of our brethren just died how do I cope??'. In true link fashion, I don't think anyone would talk about it, esp not with Wild there in case he feels bad (which would make him feel worse). Eventually though they would sorta have to, tension was noticeable and one can only travel so long with a burden so heavy. Maybe they share memories. Maybe some cry. It hurts. But at least they have each other to lean on in harsh times.

I'm particularly interested in legend's, Wild's, and twilight's reaction.

Well established that legend and player probably spent the most time together, on and off. How would he take the death of his longest friend? Especially considering what happened in Koholint (and how player was the one other person that even knew of it's existence)?

Same with Twilight, how would he handle losing one of his closest friends again? How would he help navigate the rest of the teams in their grief as well as his own (bc let's be real, this mf helps others in order to ignore his own).

And wild, wild was there when it happened. Maybe he sorta got over it in his Hyrule, but having to face the chain and tell them would immediately rip open old wounds. Of failing Hyrule, failing Player, failing Mipha..

Anyway, maybe I'll write more later, but do anons have names here? If so, give, I want one but I don't want to mortifying ordeal of being known on main

Wow Anon, you sure know how to spit in my face and call me a useless piece of shit :) JK honestly this is such a heartbreaking au in all honesty, like, how cruel would it be.

Hyrule's reaction, I've got to agree with. Wild is his best friend, his brother- but he just lost one of the most important people to him (not his fault of course) and now Hyrule wants blood. Wild probably took some of the hits before the others were tearing Hyrule off him in an effort to calm him down. It doesn't work and now Hyrule refuses to even acknowledge Wild's presence at all.

The impressions from everyone else would be a gander, depending by this time if anyone else had remembered or not, but also the idea they start to remember after Player dies is also a heartbreaking one, someone they had longed for, dead and gone in the span of a moment.

Cruel is the only word that comes to their minds.

Also anon you go ahead and pick a name! Some anons do certainly have names!

#cloud answers #Anon asks

[cityandking]

1, 9, 74, 80 for dai, minah and eniko!

ty!!! // 100 warm up questions

1. If your character wasn’t an adventurer, what livelihood would they lead?

DAI — if Everything hadn't happened he'd still be the cleric on duty at the northern garrison, where he would have completed his service and then gone to whatever next posting the Skysingers assigned him, working his way up the ranks of the priesthood. it would be, I imagine, a somewhat ascetic livelihood of stalwart and unquestioning service, and he would have considered himself content. (I don't think he could go back to that life after everything. I don't know what he'd do instead.) MINAH — if Nora hadn't recruited her, she'd have slipped the city guards (possibly with the help of the Orchestra) and been back on the road performing. they'd have played their tour stops in Tevinter and then gone east again, and honestly probably weathered the Blight in Antiva or Rivain. I imagine it would have been a lean few years (decade and a half), but life with the troupe is often feast or famine, and they'd have gotten through it. if something happened to the troupe... man. I don't even know. ENIKO — if Wick hadn't assigned him to join (spy on) the party, he'd still be in the business of selling secrets, doing all sorts of unsavory jobs for unsavory people, living in the shadows and scraping by however he had to. honestly, since Wick was one of his biggest employers/sources of work, I think he'd probably have eventually ended up working for/with the rebellion anyway and probably intersected with the party at a later point in time

9. What deity, if any, does your character worship? What’s their opinion on other people’s worship?

DAI — Pelor! they had a rough patch, but honestly, he came out of it with a steadier faith and a stronger bond. when it comes to other people's worship, his opinion is largely that his opinion doesn't matter—everyone's faith is their own to tend however they will, so long as it isn't doing harm. ozy and the owl traveller is an outlier adn should not have been counted. (honestly it's not ozy's worship he takes any issue with, it's the blindness of the devotion. though I suppose it's tricky for ozy to go anything with both eyes open when one belongs to the traveller.) MINAH — none. fuck the Chantry. she thinks other people's worship is stupid at best and harmful at worst. (she has a little more respect for the dalish and their gods—I think she'd find their continued worship in the face of such overwhelming prejudice and hatred a little inspiring. still dumb, because divinity isn't real and there's nothing out there that cares, but the ritual and community seem nice.) ENIKO — he doesn't worship anyone or anything. the concept of the gods scare him a little—he doesn't do well with authority, and gods are the ultimate authority. as with most things predicated on belief or faith, he finds worship to be stupid, useless, and a little laughable. if he were ever truly forced to confront divinity, I think he'd be resentful—surely if there were anything that cared or loved him out there, he'd know by now.

74. What makes your character feel safe?

DAI — I gotta be honest I'm actually not totally sure. he's been living in such a perpetual state of waiting for Something To Go Wrong that it's kind of hard for him to completely relax. I think it would have to involve His People also being safe and un-menaced. zaref, just in general. and being able to see the clear, open sky. MINAH — a key thing to understand about minah is that she never feels safe. no matter what there is always a tiny little part of her that is making calculations and keeping an eye out. that said, a locked door and some privacy are nice. so is having a lot of cash to fall back on (she has some pack rat tendencies) ENIKO — wall at his back, clear lines of sight, a knife in his hand and a lot of money in his pocket.

80. How does your character feel about receiving/giving orders? Are they more of a leader, or a follower?

DAI — he's made a transition from follower to leader over the course of the campaign. six months ago he'd have taken any order from a trusted authority, and would have considered any orders he might give (i.e. as the cleric on duty at the garrison) an extension of that higher authority. these days he's a) more discerning and b) more likely to take initiative unprompted. and he's a captain! aren't we so proud of him MINAH — honestly, I think she's pretty chill with both giving and receiving orders. she's used to receiving orders (and direction) from Alesso to ensure the smooth operation of the Orchestra, but she's also been in spots where she's the authority (directing her own act, calling the shots on a job, etc.) she's not going to go out of her way to be in charge, but if she found herself in a position where she had to be, she wouldn't sweat it too much. that's actually been a pretty easy transition in the wardens—though she hasn't had to taken any order she didn't like (except to Join in the first place, and that went—well, not great). chameleon that she is, she can play the leader or the follower with ease. ENIKO — considers himself a follower. less than a follower; he's a well-honed tool for others to use to achieve their own goals. he'll take any order if the pay is good enough—he has no scruples. (he has one scruple: he won't hurt kids.) even when he's giving orders, his authority is a secondhand thing—I think he's far more comfortable receiving orders than making his own decisions.

#brb gotta go Obsess over rebellion spy eniko meeting the party like seven levels from now and what That would be like #also I didn't want to get too long in q9 but dai doesn't really consider himself a worshiper of tempus per se #more like... they're aligned on common tenets and goals? but he's never seen his paladin-ship as an act of worship #I really enjoyed these ty #daichi #minah #eniko #memery

[metalheadsimp]

<Roses >

Anakin x (gn)reader (implied Obi-wan x reader) AU

Inspired by 'Roses' by Awaken I am (Or I stole two(maybe three??) lines from the song)

Genre : Angst/hurt-ish (no comfort in this so buckle up folks)

Warnings : Reader and Ani started dating as teenagers! also my first fic and not proof read so proceed with caution or whatever, Oh and Qui-gonn is not dead here and Ahsoka is his padawan. Written in first person. I am not a native speaker.

Readers gender isn't mentioned, however idk if I used any pronouns or something that might gender them in any way so I won't tag them as gender neutral. (While writing I thought of a female reader since I am a woman myself, I intended to keep them gn tho. I hope I succeeded)

Wordcount : 1.2k

Anakin and reader have been in a relationship for as long as reader can remember. It has always been comforting but they find themself confronted with the realization that they only loved the Idea of being happy with someone else.

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"Is this fair? I feel that we're close to the end."

"Roses don't know that they're dead." 

Whenever I closed my eyes it wasn't him I saw. It was nothing new really, at some point I got used to it the same way I got used to sleeping in his arms, to kissing him. I got used to sleeping with him. But I never got used to him. I never got used to Anakin. I loved him. I truly did. But I didn't crave him, I didn't ache for him. When he was near I was content, I felt safe but I was bored. He was funny and smart and sassy and charismatic and chaotic and I loved him. I know he loved me. It just all became so complicated. We went down the wrong path together.

I don't even remember how we became a couple, we've always been friends. At some point we just happened to be more. No questions asked, no answers given. We just were more and I knew He's always loved padmé. Just as I knee that I've never loved him and he’s never loved me. Not like that. We shouldn't be more than friends. We never should have become more than friends. Now we're so deep into this, I feel we're close to the end. I fear we won't get out of this alright.

So here I am. In my Boyfriends arms. We've been sleeping like this for years now. I don't know how many. And I am thinking about someone else I know I really shouldn't. Not because I'm in a relationship. No, I know Anakin's thoughts are with padmé too. He says her name in his sleep. I shouldn't think about him because he is like a brother to my boyfriend. He is my mentor. He has raised Anakin and He has trained us for 5 years now. I still can remember the first time I saw him, like the day I lost my home. It's vivid. When I close my eyes it's all I dream about and I'm scared I might say his name in my sleep, like Anakin does with padmé.

As Anakin's friend I want him to let go of whatever is keeping him here. I want him to leave me and court the woman he truly desires, As his girlfriend who his in love with someone else I want him to leave so he doesn't get hurt but As myself and myself only, no roles attached, I need him. I need him. He was there for me when I lost my home and He held my hand and told me about his mother. He told me about padmé and of course He told about him. Then he had asked me if I wanted to come with him. He'd hide me. He had promised. But the force had other things in mind for me and so, I met him too. Back then I was scared and I was weak so Anakin told me he was scared too. He held me during the night. He showed me tricks, he helped me train when I failed. He understood me. But now he doesn't. Or maybe he does. 

We were so young. I was only 14. He was 16. Now I feel like what we had never exceeded friendship in the direction that we took. He knows. I know. And I know that he knows that I know. I remember my 16 birthday. We were so unsure. We needed love. We needed affection. Now we don't even kiss anymore. We haven't kissed in ages. I hope we never do. I wish we never did. 

Lately I've been training alone. I've been eating alone. I've been trying to ignore him. I've been trying to find a way out of this. Anakin and I are so familiar. I can't lose him. But it can't stay like this. So I've asked him if I could train with Master Qui-Gonn Jinn and Ahsoka instead. He was fine with it. He had asked me why, but I just told him I'd just like experience outside of my fights side by side with him and Obiwan. 

I turn around. Away from Anakin. Eyes wide open, I can't see him now. I should just keep my eyes open forever. I can’t be haunted by the picture of Obiwan if I keep my eyes open.

"Y/n?" Anakin’s voice is soft. Quiet. So I turn onto my back, staring into darkness. I hum.

"Do you... do you ever feel like we're fading?"

"Like what we have is fading? Or like you and I, as people, are fading?" I hear bedsheets move. 

"I love you.-"

"I know."

"- But I feel like what we have is fading. Like we shouldn't have this."

"I know."

"I can't lose you."

"I can't lose you either, Ani."

"You won't." I feel him sit up. "But maybe- maybe we shouldn't keep doing this."

"We aren't really doing anything anymore. We never got together, we don't have to break up." I want him to leave. I want him to stay.

"Right."

"Do you want to? Breaking up would feel like acknowledging that… that we went down a wrong path when we were young." I reach for him. He isn't there.

"Ani?" Now I feel his hand taking mine.

"I wish we never did what we did on your 16th birthday."

"Me too."

We stay silent after that. I don't feel him lay down again but time passes and I start to wonder what's going on inside his head. No, I think I know.

"What about Padmé?"

"What about her?"

"Well do you still love her?"

"I am sorry."

"Ani c‘mon. I know. Always did." I force out a chuckle.

I don't know how this is going to end. I can't imagine not being this intimately comfortable with him. I can't imagine being strangers either. Whatever we do, we'll always see each other. We'll always remember that we were partners once. We'll always dread meeting each others new partners. We'll always feel like we have to prove to each other that we can stop this. That we can be friends. That what we felt was never romantic. That all we were, was just two sad children clinging onto each other. Needing safety that no one else could provide. Grasping for a happiness we didn't know how to find in ourselves. And now, that we both found happiness in ourselves, do we still need each other? Do I even know the man in front of me? Why is he still that child to me? Will we ever forget? When did we realize we didn't love one another? When did I notice the things I hate about him? When did I realize all I loved was the Idea of what we could be, what we could have been?

My head hurts.

He breathes out. He breathes in.

"Is this fair? I feel like we're close to the end." I watch him. Or I stare into the directions his voice is coming from.

"Roses don't know when they're dead." He's silent again.

"I will return to my chambers."

"Yes."

I hear him move around. He doesn't turn on the lights so I don't offer to turn on the lights. After five minutes of being alone, I begin to cry. I have to cry. I cry so much my head pounds. I mourn the children we were. I mourn the safety I felt. I mourn being able to make my happiness depend on someone else. I mourn not knowing how it feels to be without him. I mourn for every second of my life that I spent pretending to love him. I mourn for every second of my life in which I made my happiness depend on him. I let myself mourn for 20 minutes. Then I begin to fear the future without him. After that I turn over in my bed and go to sleep. Alone in the chambers I had shared for years. A decade maybe? I can’t remember.

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[taffytm]

@fluggedup (continued from here):

Today had been a day like no other, where Randy had to force himself to become comfortable in the body of another person. His friend's brother, and apparently, Tiffany's friend. Randy had no idea that Tiffany and Dewey were friends, which wouldn't have been that weird normally... but between the bracelet in Dewey's room and the heart eye emojis next to her name in his phone, Randy couldn't help but be suspicious. Lucky for him, this weird day gave him the opportunity to find out the truth for himself. He'd confront it without her even knowing. His girlfriend seemed to be in an extra good mood today, which he wasn't sure was a good or bad thing. Was it because he wasn't around all day? It was actually refreshing though, seeing her not annoyed at him and genuinely smiling, to the point that he couldn't even be bothered about it. Instead, he tried being extra friendly to her as Dewey, testing the waters to see how she'd respond. It was hard to tell what the vibe was, especially since he'd never actually seen Tiff and Dewey hang out in the past. He smiled as she denied flirting, sort-of relieved but also planning to keep pushing a little bit, just to make sure. "Friendly? Well, I can be friendly too," he replied, smile still present. He wasn't even sure what to do, normally not so awkward as himself, but he wasn't himself. He didn't know what to do with his hands, unsure of how to be natural around his girlfriend when she thought he was someone else. Maybe he should put them in a different environment, something almost date-like. "Uhh .. Wanna get some fro-yo? I've kinda had a sweet tooth all day."

After waking up with a terrible hangover, Randy’s mood had changed remarkably fast, bouncing back way quicker than Tiff was used to seeing. He’d surprised her by wanting to spend the whole day together and he’d been so uncharacteristically doting and excitable that it was a breath of fresh air compared to the state of decline their relationship had been in for longer than they cared to admit to themselves or others. It was hard to deny now—and maybe they truly hadn’t even seen it at first because they’d been together so long and the issues were too deep-seated—but for a long time they’d been acting like the tension, jealousy, arguments and growing resentment between them were totally normal and acceptable in a relationship.

Dewey was someone who had been challenging that status quo lately, making Tiffany question what it was that she deserved from a partner, what she wanted, and whether those needs were being met with her current boyfriend. It wasn’t him saying anything along those lines directly to her, but just the way he treated her that made her feel so different from Randy. By the time he messaged her to meet up today, she had actually been feeling more content than she had in a while with Randy, but he’d had to go meet a friend himself, so they planned to get back together later and Tiff was free to hang out with Dewey for a bit.

Of course she knew he was interested in her, but he was turning up the direct flirtation even more than usual, pushing the boundaries of what was justifiable banter between two friends before she’d actually have to put her foot down and remind him that she was taken. If Tiffany was truly honest with herself, deep down she didn’t want to reject Dewey. She wanted to keep this—whatever this light, fun thing was between them—going for as long as possible, despite being with Randy at the end of the day…It was selfish, but she wasn’t ready to leave him yet, wasn’t one hundred percent sure beyond a doubt that it was the only option, and today of all days had proven that with how happy Randy had been making her so far. Even if Dewey was something special on his own.

“Mm, I could go for some fro-yo,” she agreed, deciding not to address his comment about how he could be friendly too. She wasn’t sure whether or not that meant he was going to ramp up the flirting he seemed to think she was guilty of, but his tone certainly suggested it. Subtlety wasn’t really in his nature. “Do you wanna go to the same place as last time or try something new?”

#ic #randy #randy3

[leiamorgainedelalune]

Shed My Skin: The Story of Polaris

A Magnetic Saga Story

Chapter 5

Author's Note

This chapter contains very sexually explicit content that includes fingering, oral sex (female receiving), PIV sex, rough sex, spanking, dirty talk, etc. There’s also discussion of trauma, attachment bonding, kidnapping, same sex relationships, drugs, possible abuse, and more. This story is very mature so I advise that minors DNI. - Leia

May 2010

Lorna walked into Nick Fury's office with a large coffee in her hands. She hadn't had much sleep and was in a bit of a caffeine fueled haze. Tony had decided to crash a bit black tie event last night and drag her along with him. Then a member of the press revealed to Tony that Stark Industries made weapons were used by insurgents and responsible for an attack in Gulmira, something he was not only completely unaware of but angry and upset about. This information seemed to really hit Tony hard from what Lorna could not only see but feel with her empathy powers. It made her fear that the presence of her, Jamie, and Pepper wouldn't be able to stop him from doing something stupid in that moment. Luckily, Tony held his cool well even when he did confront Obadiah about it. Her brother had a temper too, just not as bad as hers. She had made a silent vow to herself that if she was having to watch her temper then she was making Tony watch his own.

She stuck to Tony until they left. He had introduced his "date" when they arrived on the red carpet as his Physicist sister, Lorna. They hadn't been there long when he found Pepper, looking stunning and ever, and he shared a dance with her as Lorna danced with her son. Jamie agreed with her that his Uncle and Pepper needed to stop avoiding their feelings for each other and get together, which made her laugh. After the information about Gulmira was provided to Tony, by a reporter than he had apparently slept with according to Jamie and Pepper, her brother went straight to Obadiah. This had forced her to stay right behind her brother, which was not an easy task in high heels. He confronted Obadiah about the weapons and possible double dealing and the man not only admitted to that but so much more that Lorna already had suspected. Obadiah confessed not only to the double dealing but to locking Tony and the other members of the Stark family out of the company to take control. Lorna had known in her gut that the smug bastard had been working in a coup. She had felt it in her gut even before Tony's return from captivity, and when he said that he wasn't afraid of her, she was quick to let him know that he should be very afraid of her because he had no idea of what she could truly could do. Obadiah loved to say that she and her son were not Starks but Lehnsherrs. The man was asking to see how much of a Lehnsherr she truly was, though she only was one via her DNA. In truth, she and her son were Starks. Howard Stark adopted her and raised her. He was her father. Tony had enough of Obadiah's remarks about Lorna and Jamie not being Starks and warned him that he had better not make them ever again because they were Starks. As for his actions with the company, they would be dealt with accordingly. Lorna then followed Tony's lead from the event, effectively throwing Obadiah to the wolves of the press. The good thing was that no matter what the asshole had no access at all to Tony's current project, which was the best silver lining to the current situation.

Now, it was time for her to tell Fury what was going on with Tony because she knew that's exactly why he'd called her in. She knew he likely had seen about that event last night on the news and how little sleep she'd gotten. This was Nick Fury and he would tell her she could sleep when she was dead. She had a job and he expected his reports when he asked for them not whenever she felt like delivering them or the spirit moved her. She took a seat across from his desk and continued to sip on her coffee, waiting for him to speak.

"Coulson gave you my message I see," Fury stated as Lorna crossed her legs in the chair.

"Phil's a good messenger, Nick," she responded between sips. "Though apparently neither of you care about me having any sleep or anything to deal with a hangover."

"Job comes first, though you and your brother seemed to enjoy gate crashing that event last night."

Lorna laughed at his comment. Tony had seen the party in the news and couldn't resist it after the way they were talking about him. He had a real problem with the rumors that were going around about him and she couldn't blame him. He wanted to show up to set the record straight so they went as a team.

"Well, you see, Nick, Tony took a real issue with not only the lack of invitation to his own charity party but the rumors flying around about his state of mind since the press conference," she said.

"You know that doesn't surprise me one bit," he quipped.

"I'd be shocked if it did."

"You really keep couture at the ready?"

"Just a couple of gowns. I'm a Stark. I kind of never know. It's my life."

"You make me glad my life has stayed in the shadows."

"Shut up. You know I envy that."

"Believe me I've heard you and even on occasion your mother bitch about it enough dating all the way back to Howard."

Lorna snorted a laugh between sips of her coffee. She was already getting the impression that Fury didn't call her in for small talk or anything simple. She was going to be here a while and would likely need a lot more caffeine before this meeting or even day was over. She had been assigned to watch Tony but beyond that she wasn't sure what else this would be about.

"That's why I've put you in deep cover missions as much as I could. Luckily, Tony's dumb ass only nearly blew one of them," Fury informed her.

"He was drugged, in his defense," Lorna quickly replied. "Which made made it in a way as hilarious as it was annoying."

"Is it true that Barton made blackmail videos?"

"Yes it is."

"See this is why I hate sending all of you on missions together without supervision."

"I thought Barton was the supervision as Team Leader, Nick?"

"And he makes blackmail videos on Tony Stark."

Lorna started laughing. It's like Fury didn't know them at all. The man could only roll his eyes at her laughter as he picked up and started drinking his own coffee.

"I'm his senior on tenure, but you don't trust me not to screw up, apparently," she scoffed. "I've never been unsuccessful."

"Your skill set is best focused elsewhere, Lorna," he commented. "You have capabilities that no other agent will ever have. Stop thinking I don't want you to lead when you already do from within and as a mentor to newer agents."

"I've never thought about it that way."

"Of course you haven't. It's because you will never be able to see yourself the way others, at least not when the views aren't negative."

"Stop trying to make me emotional, Nick!"

"Emotions prove you're not him. You're not cold and angry all the time. You're kind and caring. You're far from being just like him."

"I still can't escape it, that comparison."

"Yes, you can. You may have similar powers and his DNA..."

"And his temper," she interjected.

"That doesn't make you and Erik the same person. It, also, doesn't make you anywhere near as dangerous as he is. He's an extremist and you can reason."

"They don't see those things. Not everyone is capable of seeing those things. They only see that I have his blood."

"It's their fear of mutants, Lorna."

"It's more than that, Nick. Obadiah called Jamie and I both Lehnsherrs not Starks. He, also, said he wasn't afraid of me last night."

"What did you and Tony do about it?"

"Tony told him that we were Starks, and I told him that he should be afraid of me."

Nick Fury knew just how temperamental Lorna could be, and Obadiah Stane seemed to enjoy trying to provoke her. He was glad that Tony was defending her and Jamie as part of the Stark family. It's what Howard would have wanted. Now, he just needed information on what was really going on with Tony so he could get Lorna's help with something much bigger.

"Your assignment isn't Stane. I have others to worry about him," Fury advised. "What the hell is your brother up to? That escape suit? Have you seen it?"

"I've seen the upgraded edition," Lorna answered with a sly grin.

"Excuse me?"

"He's been building and perfecting an upgraded model. He's also done something rather extraordinary with arc reactor tech. However, he's currently got a giant hole in his house."

Fury was giving Lorna a look of shock and surprise. He'd be in total disbelief if not for what they experienced with Carol Danvers in 1995.

"How in the hell did he get a hole in the house?" Fury inquired in a nonchalant tone as if these things were perfectly normal to them.

"He crash landed while taking the suit on a test run because flew so gif into the atmosphere that it iced over," Lorna disclosed in a similar tone, causing Fury to chuckle.

"I would have loved to have seen that! In fact, I would have paid to have seen it."

"You and me both! I came home from dinner with Jamie to the mess! Then when I even tried to chastise him about it, not only did he call me Pepper but he said he almost got it right and isn't dead."

"Were you really surprised by that?"

"Honestly, no. He said to be his sister and find him a drink. I just shook my head and told him that's why he had Dum-E."

"Who or what is that?"

"One of his robot minions."

"Now, I've been keeping this next thing under wraps for some time, but I want you to be my number one on it."

Lorna was taken aback. He'd never allowed her this opportunity in her entire career at SHIELD.

"You've never once made me the number one on anything, Nick," Lorna responded in shock.

"Prior to now I was afraid to ask," he admitted.

"Yet now you're doing it."

"For good reason. You were the only one that saw certain things in 1995. There are things even Coulson still doesn't know."

"What does Danvers have to do with this?"

"Everything."

Lorna raised an eyebrow at him curiously. Carol Danvers was the very reason they recovered the Tesseract again with the help of a cat, that was actually an alien creature called a Fluerkin, named Goose.

"Explain," Lorna half commanded. "Then I'm overdue a Goose update."

"My cat is fine," Fury informed her. "Carol Danvers is not only the reason we recovered the Tesseract but that we know there's a lot more out there and we need to be prepared. Also, should anything happen to me, you get Goose."

"Talking about your will proves you're not a Skrull, but if you ever talk about dying on me again, I'm kicking your ass. I'll be glad to take Goose though. He only knows Coulson besides me, and you can't leave Phil an alien cat."

"Speaking of Skrull, Talos has paid me a few visits. I won't lie about that. I've been working with him and Soren on some things."

"And this project?"

"I call it the Avengers Initiative."

"Carol's call sign was Avenger. She inspired you?"

"She certainly did."

"What's the point of it?"

"To bring together a group of extraordinary individuals as a team to defend this planet from large threats on and off Earth, to become the Earth's mightiest heroes."

"You think this can work?"

"I do."

"I'm in and maybe if it's really bad we can work together with my Uncle and his team of X-Men. It could be the ultimate team."

"This means Polaris would be an Avenger."

"I know."

"I'm thinking we look at Tony if this suit of his works out."

"We send someone in then but not yet."

"Any idea when?"

"I'll think on it and get back to you. Also, I want my old position back and re-assigned back to New York. I hate LA."

"And, just who told you that you could make any demands of me, young lady?"

"I'm not even that much younger than you so saying that to me is weird. And who? Me, myself, and I."

"Stop acting like you and your girlfriend are the same age then."

"Natasha and I aren't in a relationship anymore. We're just friends with benefits."

"If neither of you find a man, then you're going to grow old with each other and you know it."

"That is probably true. So, your answer?"

"Fine, just don't tell anyone."

"Thank you, Nick!"

"Now get out before I change my mind, you pain in the ass!"

"What about the project?"

"I'll send some readings and be in touch."

"Alright. Have a good day, sir."

Lorna left Fury's office in a good mood. She was finally going to be taking the lead on a project. It gave her a confidence she wasn't used to as dvd exited SHIELD's LA office to go back to Tony's and pack. She was finally going back home to New York. There would no more living at Tony's house or some furnished LA apartment. No, she was going back to her New York apartment, which was calling her name from thousands of miles away after over a year away. She would be back there tomorrow and she couldn't wait. She almost couldn't contain her excitement that she felt bubbling over within her as she got into the R8 to drive back to Malibu. Perhaps things were truly looking up for her life now. She would see Nat a lot more now, even if it wouldn't always be daily since Nat took a lot more deep cover missions than anyone in their group. Still, she smiled as she felt this somehow was not only a good change but the best change possible for her life right now as she pulled out of the parking lot in the direction of the freeway. She found her mind wandering back in time to missions from her past, particularly the one where she first met Nat.

Flashback - September 2003: Bucharest, Romania

Lorna scanned the bar looking for Natalia. This was the place they were supposed to meet. It had taken her almost two weeks in this mission to fully get in with Natalia Vostokoff, her assigned target. She'd returned to base to her mission partner, Clint Barton, to have him tell her that we don't build trust with the enemy in a deep cover in a deep cover operation by having sec with the enemy. She smacked him over the back of the head and reminded him of what his job was. She had ti do hers, plus she unexpectedly enjoyed the sex, so this was likely also giving her some kind of sexual self discovery as well. Perhaps she could be bi-sexual with the way she found herself not only enjoying her night in bed with Natalia but attracted to the Russian woman. In fact, she found herself craving her touch the entire day like a drug. No matter what, she made progress with Natalia and that is what mattered the most, even if she was unable to stop thinking about how bad she wanted Natalia to fuck her into oblivion again.

Lorna had started the mission as a new dancer in a Bucharest Ballet Company with ties to an underground escort ring. The target was Natalia because she was not only believed to be the recruiter but a widow from the Red Room. The mission was to get close to Natalia, get recruited, take a position as an escort, and then bring her in. Clint would then help to bust the ring by coming in as a client but, also, provide back up. Step one was now complete and Lorna hoped this meant she was about to start the next step of the mission.

"Hello, beautiful," Lorna heard a familiar voice from behind her, causing her to turn around.

"Natalia," she replied in a heavily British accented voice as she eyed the Russian up and down. "You look gorgeous!"

"As do you."

Natalia took her by the hand and lead her through the dimly lit, smokey bar to a back hallway. She watched as Natalia gave the bouncer a nod and he opened the door to a stairwell. They entered it and the door was closed quickly behind them. Lorna was very curious now as to where they were going.

"Where are you taking me?" Lorna questioned curiously.

"Someone you should meet," Natalia answered quickly as they reached the top of the stairs.

"Do you want me to meet them?"

"Of course I do. He's just kind of moody."

Now Lorna's interest was really piqued by that comment. She laughed slightly at Natalia's comment. She couldn't stop playing her role.

"Moody? Who is he?" she inquired of her Russian target.

"My boss," was Natalia's answer as they stopped in front of a door and the Russian put a finger to her lips. "Once we go in, please don't say a word unless he speaks to you."

"I can do that."

That made Lorna a little nervous, but she had experience with that type already. She just wasn't the most submissive woman in the world. Natalia knocked on the door and waited for a response. They heard a muffled 'come in' from the other side in Russian, so Natalia opened the door. The Russian woman lead Lorna into the room and then closed the door behind them. Lorna kept reminding herself to breathe and not to let into them about her ability to speak Russian. She looked over towards the desk to see the dark haired man hadn't looked up yet. She didn't allow herself to flinch as she waited on him to lift his head and look at them. When he finally did, if she had been holding anything, she would have dropped it because she'd know those deep blue eyes anywhere.

"Natalia, leave us," he calmly commanded.

A very confused Natalia quickly left the room, shutting the door behind her. Lorna still found herself unable to speak. After all this time, she was looking at James. It had been a little over two decades and nothing had changed. He still looked exactly the same. He hadn't said a word as she kept her eyes locked on him while he stood up and walked around the desk. Even after two decades, just looking at him made her insides shiver with desire. It only took a look for him to have her lusting for him.

James was doing everything he could to visibly hide his shock at seeing the woman who was standing before him. The best thing he did was instantly remove Natalia from that room so he could speak freely to the woman who had plagued his mind for two decades. He hadn't been able to take his eyes off her just as hers hadn't left him. She was more than just a woman who he had a history with. She was also the mother of his child. He had made her promise not to fall in love with him but he never made such promises.

Lorna took a deep intake of breath as he walked towards her. He took just a couple of steps past her to lock the door. He had his hair cropped short and his beard neatly trimmed as he was dressed in a full suit with a tie. He had a leather glove on his left hand to help hide the metal arm and he looked amazing. She would be lying to herself if she said she wasn't turned on by how he looked though she was shocked that she was standing there with him. How could it even be possible?

"Lorna?" He inquired, uncertainty in his voice as he now stood before her. "Is it really you?"

"It's really me, James," she responded in her normal voice as he placed a finger under her chin and tilted her face upwards so he could look directly into eyes.

"You shouldn't be here."

"I'm working."

"You're no ballerina nor are you an escort, Lorna. You're a spy, aren't you?"

"James..."

"I'm not going to blow your cover. I'm going to keep you safe."

"How, James? How can you keep me safe?"

He leaned down and captured her lips passionately. It had been far too long since he had seen her, much less kissed her. He was never supposed to fall in love with in love with her and he did anyway. He broke the rules he set for himself. He made her make the promise that he couldn't keep himself. He loved her. He would always do everything within his power to keep herself. No matter what his orders were, he would never be able to hurt her. He knew she would keep her promise to find someone worthy of her one day and while it would hurt him to see it. He wanted her to be happy.

The kiss was intense as it was passionate. Even after all this time, the spark between them was still there as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to his chest. In some ways as it was as if no time had passed at all.

"By making you mine," he stated as soon as their lips parted. "The boss can have a declared girl who stays in a suite with an adjoining suite to his. No one is allowed to touch her without his permission. I'm the boss here, and I've never before made a girl mine."

"And you're not concerned with why I'm here?" She questioned.

"Considering your bosses and mine are likely enemies, it's better that I not know."

"You're not worried?"

"Right now the only thing I'm worried about is just being with you."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself even closer to him. It has been two decades and still her body craved his. There had been no one else at all until Natalia for her and especially no other man. She had sworn off love from a very young age thanks to the severely toxic relationship between her mother and biological father that she barely knew. However, James was different. He would always be a weakness for her and she was very much aware of that. It only took one look from him to make her melt. It was just unfortunate that he would never know their son for his own protection.

"Did they tell you I was rescued before I had our baby or was that kept from you?" She asked him as his hand dropped back to her waist, unable to hold in her curiosity.

"Oh I was told and have secretly held in my happiness about it all this time," He responded with a smile. "You have no idea how grateful I am that they never got their hands on our child. They would have done such horrible things to our..."

"Son, James. I gave birth to a healthy boy and he looks just like you."

He pulled her even closer to him as he wrapped his arms tighter around her and kissed her forehead. They didn't just share a child together, it was more than that. They shared a son. She was the mother of his son.

"Oh, Lorna," He spoke softly. "And you had to raise him on your own. You truly are amazing."

"James, I did have help from my family," She replied. "Perhaps a bit more than I should have from my brother. He's not always the best influence on Jamie."

"His name is Jamie?"

"We call him Jamie. His name is James."

He was stunned. He didn't just have a son. His son was named for him. It was an honor every man wanted but one he never thought he would have.

"You named him for me?" He questioned.

"You're his father and were the best thing about that time besides the little souvenir you left me with," She confirmed. "It felt right."

"It's an honor I feel I don't deserve."

"Don't say that. What matters is that I felt you did."

"What does he know of me?"

"That you treated me well."

He smiled at her. This is what he would want his son to know about him, not the other things about him, what he could remember of at least.

"That's what I would want him to know," he affirmed.

"I know," she said in response with a smile. "What of you I got to know then indicated that much to me."

"I'm glad your family helped, even if you think your brother isn't always the best influence."

"My brother isn't horrible. He just can be a bit of a playboy. My brother is a brilliant man. He has his own business and Jamie has become his protégé."

"He's in business?"

"More like science and technology. He's brilliant and you'd be as proud of him as I am."

"I'll be proud of him no matter what, as long as he doesn't turn out like me."

Lorna smiled at him as he leaned down and kissed her once again. This kiss was sweeter. She never imagined they would ever cross paths again and now she was holding back tears of joy. He moved to deepen the kiss but a knock at the door stopped everything. They quickly pulled apart and he groaned aloud as he walked the short couple of steps to the door, unlocked it, and then opened it before releasing s frustrated huff.

"I had told you to leave, but by all means, Natalia, come in," He stated before standing aside. "Is there a reason you're still standing outside my office?"

"I never even introduced her, boss," She explained as he shut the door behind her. "It's not like you to question them yourself."

"Natalia, have the boys set up the suite that adjoins to mine immediately. She's going to be mine."

Lorna watched a shocked expression form on Nat's face as James walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind. It made her wonder what his story was with them.

"You've never taken a girl as yours. EVER," Nat began. "Yet there's a legend about you and why you never have..."

"Natalia..." he interrupted her in a warning tone.

"She's the woman from the story, isn't she?"

"What story?" Lorna inquired as he grumbled aloud. "And, don't start that! I'm curious!"

"He's the guy from your past?"

He partially buried his face into the back of Lorna's head as her face turned a slight red color as they were both unsure of how to react as well as respond to Nat figuring them out that they had a past with each other.

"Stop hiding, James," Nat chuckled as she found the slight embarrassment of the two of them a bit hilarious. "At least it's me that knows the truth of you two and not someone else. I won't spread it around. I can be discreet."

He moved his head so he was facing Nat before speaking, "Go get her suite prepped. Get her from mine in the morning to take her to get her things moved in."

"It was as serious as I heard."

"Go, Natalia! You can talk with her tomorrow!"

"She's your girl now, James, but full disclosure, we had sex."

"That doesn't bother me as long as next time I can either watch or join..."

Lorna slapped him in the arm before interjecting, "Oh you wish!"

Nat laughed loudly in a way that was so contagious that Lorna quickly joined her. If only he realized just how endearing she found this.

"I'll go make sure your suite is ready and I'll see you in the morning to help you move in. It's across the hall from mine so we'll be neighbors," Nat disclosed. "There's no one else in the floor but security."

"Goodbye, Natalia," James dictates as Nat rolled her eyes and Lorna tried not to giggle.

Nat quickly turned and left the room without another word. James placed a quick kiss on Lorna's cheek before stepping away from her and going to lock the door. He turned around and leaned against it, examining her with his eyes. He'd been made aware of how much time had passed. She had barely aged in appearance due to her mutation and he knew the time in cryo-freeze did the same for him. She work a simple, lace trimmed black cocktail dress that came to the middle of her thighs with high heels. She was showing just the right amount of cleavage that would entice any man, but to him, who had already seen every inch of her, it was enough to set him on edge.

"Now, where were we?" He queried with a sideways smirk that made her shudder.

"I'm not sure," She teased in response. "Were we anywhere?"

"You want to be a tease?"

"Where do you want to be?"

"My version of heaven," he admitted, as he stalked towards her seductively then pulled her into his arms and against his chest. "I discovered it a long time ago with you, inside you when I'm between your thighs."

She traced a finger down his muscular chest slowly before reaching his belt. Then she looked up into his eyes and gave him a twisted smile. She hadn't been touched by a man in a long time, as her been the only man who had. She still wasn't sure if there would ever be another man in her life or her bed. James, however, would always be welcome, whoever he truly was.

"Then, let me show you heaven," she proposed as she threw her arms around his neck.

He lifted her up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as their lips connected in a fury of passion. He walked over to his desk, deepening the kiss, and sat her down on the edge of it before reaching behind her and shoving everything off the top of it. He made a mental note to thank whoever it was that got him a laptop as well as to be grateful to her he had put it away earlier that evening. He was going to owe the cleaning staff a rather large tip tomorrow.

"This is just a pre-round. I have a bed with our name on it, but I can't wait any longer," he breathed as their kiss broke.

She was breathless underneath him as he leaned over her. She knew he was still standing the ground but he was so primal in the way he kissed her and cleaned off the desk she was now partially laying in that it only turned her in more. She knew her underwear was soaked, and she was far from opposed to animalistic sex on his desk before going back to his suite for more. If he left her too sore to walk tomorrow then she wouldn't object.

"Don't tease me with words like that,  James," She smirked as she began to unbutton his shirt.

He slid his right hand under her dress and between her thighs, not stopping until he reached her folds, barely covered by thin, lace underwear. He gave her that seductive, sideways grin that always made her melt as he slid the soaking material to the side and slipped a finger into her wetness, causing her to gasp aloud in pleasure.

"More than wet," He crooned. "Soaking and ready for me to touch you."

"Please James," She moaned, almost begging as he added another finger and pumped them harder.

"Is this what you want, Doll?"

"Yes..."

She let out a cry of pleasure as her breathing more heavy and labored. His lips found their way to her neck, lightly kissing at first before starting to bite and sickle on the delicate skin found there. He had to mark his territory. He wanted to bring her to oblivion, yet his patience to be inside her was not holding strong at all. The good thing was that he could tell she was close and he hadn't even touched her clit yet.

He removed his lips from her neck, after having left the perfect, red shaded mark on her porcelain skin just above her collar bone to indicate that she was hid before sliding to his knees. He used his metal arm to pull her legs apart more before sliding her dress up just a little. It had already been obvious that she was wearing thigh highs with garters, but for him to get more of a peak of it made his pants even more uncomfortable from his arousal. He was going to have to make her wearing these a requirement. He bent down towards her dripping core, where his fingers were still working her over, causing her to let out little cries of pleasure as her walls tightened around them. He licked up some of her dripping juices and savored the tasted that hadn't crossed his lips in over two decades. It was still the sweetest nectar in the world to him.

"Oh fuck! James..." she moaned as her whole body quivered as he began to swirl his tongue around her clit. "Oh God!"

She instinctively tangled one of her hands in his dark hair as she leaned back on the desk. She'd missed the magic of his touch. It wasn't just about feeling desired but the pure pleasure she felt from it. She'd not been with anyone else until Natalia and even that was different. He already knew every inch of her and how to drive her wild. That's exactly what he was doing as she felt herself on the edge of a climax. She'd not been able to be silent at all so she knew it would be no different when the dam broke on her release. If there was anyone in a nearby room then they would be hearing them tonight.

He felt her walls tighten around his fingers as his tongue continued to work on her clit while his fingers pumped in and out of her. He knew with she was about to release her orgasm right into his hands. He could feel it. She screamed his name aloud as the juices of her climax released out into his hands. He stopped the movement with his fingers and lowered his mouth to where he could lap up the juices of her release, drinking them in, and allowing his tongue to explore inside of her as she pushed his head deeper into her core while crying out for more.

Her legs were shaking from the orgasm and she wanted more. She didn't want him to stop. His mouth on her was magic. The climax had sent a rush through her entire body and all she wanted was more.

"Oh fuck! James, you make me feel so good," she declared with shaky breathing. "I need more, so much more."

He lifted his head, forcing her to removed her hand from his hair and stood up to his full height. He slowly put his hands on the delicate fabric of her panties and began to remove them. She followed his lead, lifting her body when she needed to, so he could get them off of her body. Once they were completely removed, he tossed them to the floor then pulled her up to him so he could kiss her. As their lips touched, she could taste her own juices on his lips. He used his arms to pull her completely off the desk and flush against his body.

"I need to be inside of you," He husked.

"I need to feel you inside me," She professed.

Her legs were shaky, and if he hadn't been holding her up, she probably would have fallen to the floor. He spun her around and placed kissed on her neck before undoing his belt and then his pants. He was fully erect and ready. He moved his pants out of the way just enough to push his boxers down so he would be able to fully free his cock. He pushed her body up against the desk and bent her over before sliding her dress up until her ass was exposed. He ran his right hand over her perfectly round ass before giving it a slap. She yelped in surprise as he grinned. He was going to have fun with some dominance play one night.

"James!" She exclaimed in surprise.

"We are so going to have a lot of fun one night," he remarked with a grin as he ran his hand over her ass again. "A type of fun I'm rather excited to show you how to play around with."

"I'm sure it will be fun but right now I just need you to fuck me until my legs can't move."

"That's really what you want? You want me to fuck you that hard?"

"Yes, James, I do. Please...God...do it now!"

"Even if this may hurt?"

"It will feel too good to hurt because it will be your cock inside of me."

He didn't need another word from her as he used his hand to open her legs. He then guided her to bend over further then guided her hands to placement on either side of the desk for her to hold onto. He had his metal arm gripping the side of the desk not far behind hers to help with his own grip. He leaned down and let his lips find hers once again before standing back to his full height, ready to guide his cock into her ready and waiting heat.

She stayed in the position he placed her in, holding her tight grip on the desk, and took in a deep breath as she waited on him to enter her. She felt the tip of cock at the entrance of her folds as he began to push inside of her, not taking his time at all. She felt him place his hand on her hip as he pushed all the way into her with a grunt. She cried out as the tip of his cock hit her cervix.

"Oh God, James!" She screamed as he pulled out and slammed into her again, causing her to scream out in pleasure once again. "Oh fuck!"

"I've never had you like this, Doll, but being inside you is still my heaven," He praised as he began to quicken his pace. "Fuck, Lorna, nothing in the world ever has felt better than my cock inside your pussy."

"God, James, don't fucking stop!"

"I'm not stopping, Doll, not until we cum together."

"God...fuck me harder!"

"Doll, I will fuck you as hard as you want."

He pushed harder into her with the next thrust, causing her to scream louder. She could feel her legs going weak as he continued his rough and steady movements. He grunted as he thrust again, this time he could hear the wood in the desk crack under the strength of his grip. He could feel her walls start to tighten around him with each thrust. She was getting close to her peak, that climax that would send her over the edge.

"Oh God...James!" She shrieked in pleasure and he slammed into her again. "Fuck...I'm so fucking close!"

"I love that dirty fucking mouth of yours, Doll," He divulged as he continued his pace. "I'm almost there, Doll. We go together."

"Together."

She felt him thrust into her again, hard, and then his release into her of the hot liquid inside her from his cock filling her as her own orgasm followed, mixing the juices of hers with his own. They both cried out together as he lead over her back from near exhaustion and she could feel her legs about to buckle. He had done to her just what she asked him to do. He saw the crack in the desk that he had heard while they were in the midst of sex and hoped it was repairable. If it wasn't, then he could say it would be the first time he's broken a desk from having sex on it. He was definitely looking forward to however long she was going to be there. She breathed out, still unable to release her grip on the desk and not wanting to come down from the high of that orgasm. There was a part of her that did not want this mission to end any time soon. She had never had sex like this before and all she could think about was how soon could they do it again.

End Flashback

Memories like that made her truly miss James sometimes. Then there were times she really missed the sex and wondered if it was the only thing at all she missed. There was more than that between them. She had feelings for him that were a giant ball of confusion for her and beyond complicated. The sex, however, was never complicated. He was one of two people she had shared a bed with, Nat being the other, and she had even had sex with them both at the same time on a few occasions. She had to admit that the sex with James and Nat together was wild but some of the most intense she ever had. While she and Nat did end up spending two years living together in a romantic relationship after the Russian defected and became a SHIELD agent, they had realized they were better off as friends. Though their friendship did include certain benefits in the sex department, Nat was her trusted confidant that she could discuss things with that she couldn't with others because no one would ever understand her darkness like her. She would always have a special love in her heart for her Russian lover who had become her closest friend, besides Pepper. Nat had assured Lorna that one day she truly would allow herself to love the right one for her and stop being afraid of it because of her past pain, despite the fact that Nat herself finds love to be for children.

Lorna then opted to not make her New York return a total surprise and inform Nat ahead of time. She hit the button for the R8's Bluetooth and then for selected for it call Nat.

"Hello, Beautiful," Nat answered.

"Almost six years and you still greet me the same," Lorna responded as she smiled to herself.

"I only speak the truth and I really miss you."

"I'm coming home."

"Like for real? For how long?"

"Fury let me go back to my normal job so for good."

"Thank God! Life is boring without you."

"And I fucking hate LA."

"You act like you've been trapped with Tony the whole time."

"No it's not my brother. I hate the heat! And, it never rains here!"

Nat laughed out loud at her. For someone American born, Lorna could be so British.

"Go ahead and laugh. I can't help it with my British mother and uncle," Lorna laughed in response. "And I enjoy my tea time."

"So does your mom," Nat stated. "She's had me take tea with her a lot with you stuck out there in LA."

"I'm not surprised. I'm actually almost back to Tony's now."

"Good. The sooner you're packed, the sooner you're back here and we can go out."

"Pizza and beers are my place while I unpack?"

"Yep. Then we drag Summers out of his man cave for some real fun."

"What about Clint?"

"I'll call him do he gets his ass here to welcome you back."

"Thanks, Nat."

"I could kiss Fury but I won't."

"Speaking of kissing bosses...I've had Bucharest on my mind."

"Him, how we started, or a little bit of everything? Some of it you don't need to have on your mind, especially him, and you know that."

"He's the father of my son, Nat. He will always be a part of me."

"What you feel for James is not love, Lorna. It's an unhealthy and fucked up attachment your captors caused. Seeing him again didn't completely change that for you, especially with how easily you fell into bed with him."

Lorna knew how emotional thinking of him could make her but talking about him was harder. She could feel the tears start to form because she knew just how right Nat was. She always remained so confused about her feelings for James, other than lust.

"Just lust is what you're saying?" Lorna questioned as she tried to hold back tears.

"Lorna, I know you well enough to know you're hiding the tears you're trying not to cry," Nat implied. "Don't cry. What happened to you and caused this was never your fault."

"I deserve to feel more than lust for someone."

"Yes, you do, but stop letting yourself stay hung up on him. I know the sex was amazing. I had it with him too!"

"I recall several occasions if all three of us in that bed."

"Those were some good nights, us fighting over which one of us had control of your body."

"Fighting? More often than not you two enjoyed torturing me! In the end it was still some incredible sex."

"If I remember correctly, you were in our bed quite a lot."

"Oh about half the time, almost, I believe, but all of this isn't helping you at all."

"It's hard not to dwell when nothing has come into my life to show me anything real can exist. Raven runs from Hank and don't even get me started on my actual parents."

"Your parents, or should I say Erik and Lizzie, will always be a big contributor in the why you feel the way you do about love. The thing is you still believe in it because a romantic optimist still exists in you. I'm not sure how but it does, which is a good thing."

"There's still an innocent girl inside me that believes in fairytales."

"And that's your Uncle Charles's influence."

Lorna belted out a laugh. If her Uncle Charles got credit for anything, it was her extensive and well-rounded education. He found fables and fairytales essential to the shaping of the foundation of a person's mind so he stressed learning them. He, also, taught his students that it wasn't childish to enjoy them or believe in them.

"It's that belief that's given my heart strength with all I've gone through and hope, even in the darkness when I want to have none at all," Lorna expressed.

"I know. Now put James in the back of your mind. You will have what you truly deserve, which is a man to love and worship you like the goddess you are as equally as you will love him," Nat maintained. "Let me know as soon as you know what time you're arriving."

"I'll text as soon as I know."

"I'll be waiting on it. I love you."

"I love you, too."

Lorna pulled up at Tony's knowing Nat was right. She had way more to focus her mind on than James. She was going back home to New York, plus she had a new assignment in which she was now the lead for the first time ever. Nat was right on the love thing too. Lorna could swear it was off all she wanted, but if the right person came along, she'd never be able to fight it. This wasn't anything she could afford to focus on. She had to get packed because she was expecting some reading from Fury on the Avengers Initiative project and there was no telling how much he was going to send. She was getting back to the real work now and she had really missed it.

Author's Note

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. There will be a time jump when we enter the next chapter, which I've already started writing it. Stay tuned for it as it will be ready soon! - Leia

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Corrupting a Teacher

A teacher x student concept

corrupting an innocent older man who happens to be your teacher by showing him glimpses of your exposed cunt whenever he glances over your way, smirking when he blushes and looks away. leaving cute notes on his desk as you leave the class, explaining to him in great amounts of detail the various kinks and turn ons you have, what they mean, and how you think of him doing such gross perverted things to you while you masturbate. you've gotten bolder in the past few months since you've had his class, going from wearing thongs under your skirts to nothing at all, sometimes even running your fingers over your sensitive spots for him to see just to watch him get lost in the sight and stutter in front of the class.

one day, he decides to confront you after class about the things you do, about how inappropriate it is for you to behave in such a manner, how filthy it is to write him the pretty little notes that you do each day. "but teacher~ how will anyone ever believe an innocent student like myself could ever write about such nasty things? who would ever believe that an innocent little school girl has been filling her older teachers head with.. such filthy, delicious thoughts? why.. they'd think you a creep! they'd make an outcast of you, have your head on the stakes! no... we don't want that now do we sir... no, the only way for you to keep those things from happening is to keep your mouth shut, just give in to the temptations sir! you know you want to."

he spends the entire day going about his duties, thinking about the things she'd said and the thoughts he'd had. "I'm such a bad man, how could a man ever think such horrible things about his student? why am thinking of her in such violent ways.. I just want to taste her, I crave her, I need her under me split open on my- no.. no I can't be thinking these things.." but he finds himself breaking at these same thoughts later that night, while he's all alone taking a shower to try and take off the edge, a bottle of jack in hand.

he keeps replaying the image of her helpless under his grip, her fragile body shaking under his as he forces her to take every last inch of him inside her until she's crying and begging for it to stop.. oh but he wouldn't stop, he would pound her so ruthlessly until her mind broke and her body went limp, until she could only think of how he split her open on his cock and how good it felt to be broken in. yes... he was going to ruin her, he was going to break her in and make her his good pet, he was going to chain her up in his basement and carve his name into her soft skin. he was going to show her just what monster she had created and he wasn't going to let her escape once he had his hands on her.

it was decided then with a manic grin and his mind completely broken from the perverse thoughts of the things he was going to do to her, he got dressed in his finest suit, combed back his hair and grabbed an old Halloween mask he still had, then got in his car. he would go to the local hardware store and pick up some... questionable things... but they'd make it so much more fun to break in the pathetic whore. what a pathetic fucking whore, how dare she tease him.. blackmail him... how dare she tempt him in such ways as she had..

almost absent mindedly he had walked into the store, went down specific aisles and grabbed rope, lots of rope... a dog collar, a bandana, and a knife. the cashier rang up everything with a judgemental look on his face, but what would he know. he wasn't the one who became corrupted. no one could understand, only she could, it was her fault. thinking about how filthy she was made him ache in such a way it made him angry, so very angry.. the sun was finishing setting over the horizon, almost 8pm when he had gotten back into his car and pulled away from the store.

he glanced over at a paper in the passenger seat, her address carefully written on it as if it were an incantation, he made sure to write down directions and he followed them carefully as if they were a sacred scripture. when he pulled up to her house, his heart was calm and his thoughts clear as he shoved the knife into his pocket, hiding the rope,collar and bandana in a pocket in his coat, and grabbing the mask. as he snuck closer to the house he could see the lights on, her mother and father were away on a vacation from what he understood. as he peeked through the window he saw her, she was so close, yet.. so far away.. she was finishing cleaning a plate, then she turned on music and turned the lights off. he took this as his chance to get in, he snuk in through the front door and locked it, then pulled on his mask.

as he creeped through the house he watched as the last light went out, her bedroom, and almost at a crawling pace he went to her door and waited, patiently, until he heard small snores coming from the room. that's when he snuck into her room, pulling the rope from his coat pocket and untangling it. very carefully he tied her legs first, binding her ankles to the back of her thighs, then rolled her over carefully and tied her arms behind her back with complex, beautiful knots. she's such a heavy sleeper, she only stirs slightly as he did it. after he roller her back onto her back he pulled out the knife and collar, placing only the collar by her bedside as he dropped his coat on the floor and climbed on top of her. it started with small kisses to her cheeks, then her neck and shoulders, he grew hard at the thought of how innocent and vulnerable she looked laying there, not a single worry in her head.

with a low growl he fisted her shirt in his hand and cut into it, tearing it off her body which made her wake slightly dazed and confused only to realize she couldn't move. just as she went to scream he quickly shoved the bandana into her mouth, laughing as she choked on it and tried to scream. with a harsh smack to her face he sneered down at her, holding the knife to her throat. "what's wrong princess.. I thought this was what you wanted? didn't you tell me in all those filthy notes how much you wished I would just take you? wasn't it you who told me how badly you wanted me to forcefully take your virginity, tie you up and use you like the worthless little fuck toy you are? isn't this what you wanted, slut?"

he cackled evilly as tears fell down her cheeks, grabbed her by her throat and choked her as he traced the blade down her chest and stomach, to her underwear. "you begged me for it so much, I'm just giving you what you asked for you stupid bitch." with another harsh smack he grabbed at her underwear and dug the knife into the fabric, ripping it off her and exposing her to him fully. her whimpers struck him like a drug, her skin hot to the touch, she was truly intoxicating and he couldn't wait any longer, he needed her now.

he hummed as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling them along with his boxers down, watched as the useless bitch squirmed around trying to get away in vein. he ran his hands over her body as he thrusted his cock against her exposed cunt, running his hands up to her throat as he dropped the knife and wrapped both hands around her throat, his grip tightening as he watched tears fill her eyes, her face reddening from struggling to breathe, then let go. he threw off his mask and looked down at her so she could see the evil in his eyes, smirking when fear and panic flooded her face. she knew now, she knew she created a monster and she knew she wasn't going to get away.

he leaned forward, his voice a low growl in her ear that sent shivers down even his own spine. "now.. you're going to take everything like a good little pathetic bitch, right? mmm, yes you are.. you're going to take it, and you're going to like it.. just remember when you think of going to anyone about this, that you asked me for it, you begged me to rape you, you needed me to ruin you and toss you aside." he grabbed the knife back up and held it to her throat, the blade cutting into her skin making her choke out a whimper, then he pushed his hips forward and hissed as he felt his tip push inside her. gods only knew how tight she felt, her hips rising to meet his as she cried out in pain, struggling against the restraints. he grabbed onto her hips roughly and slammed his full length into her, punching against her cervix and making her scream. her scream filled him with primal rage that he hadn't ever felt before, it drove him crazy, he wasn't going to be able to stop now.

he pinned her by her throat as he took the knife, carving his name into her beautiful skin just below her stomach, she screamed more and squirmed, and he landed several harsh smacks to her face. it made her go still long enough to finish carving his name before choking her with both hands again and repeatedly slamming into her. her eyes went blank as they rolled back, her hips jerking back with each harsh thrust. he pounded her relentlessly even as she came, even after he had filled her with his cum. he was so addicted to the way she felt, the whimpers and moans that came from her throat, the way her body shook helplessly under his, the way her hips would grind against his whenever she came, the way she clenched around his length each time she had an orgasm. it was pure heaven on earth, he carved degrading words into her each time she came too just to make sure she remembered who she belonged to: whore, filthy bitch, slut, his property, mutt, fuck toy. so many beautiful terms of endearment, beautiful crimson blood against her skin.

she was already brain dead, all she could do was choke out muffled barks and howls when she would cum, she was his perfect little broken toy.. his pet, his property. no one else could have her, and he knew she wouldn't be able to see anyone else the same after tonight. by the time he finished ruining her she was half passed out, completely dazed and out of it, tears staining her cheeks and his cum overflowing from her abused hole. with a satisfied grunt he pulled out of her and untied her, pulling the gag from her mouth and planting a messy kiss on her lips before pulling his pants back up.

he grabbed her up by her hair and forced her to sit up, attaching the collar to her neck and grinning down at her. "don't forget who broke you, no one else is allowed to have you now, I've marked you and now you're mine until the day you die. and if anyone even looks at you, they'll die. if you even think of going to anyone, if you even so much as look at another man I'll be back to destroy you just the same, and you won't be able to stop me."

[casspurrjoybell-26]

Too Old For This - Chapter 6 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Zachary felt a lot of things during the rest of Leroy's stay.

For one thing, he couldn't quite focus on what the man was saying anymore as shame and self-deprecation took over his thoughts.

'Why did you think he was flirting with you?' he wondered, mentally beating himself over the head.

He had taken small cues and had run a mile with them and now he couldn't undo any of it.

He saw Leroy that way and he had to live with the painful fact that they would never reciprocate it.

Also, he felt like a pervert... well, sort of.

His mind hadn't wandered that far but it had wandered far enough.

He'd imagined leaning closer, cuddling and he'd started thinking far into the future about kissing and second base.

Well, that was daft of him because he now had all that ingrained in his mind and it was never going to happen.

Plus, he now had the pleasure of feeling guilty occasionally anytime he caught a glimpse at Leroy and thought he was cute.

"I've never seen your sister," Leroy said out of nowhere, making Zachary look over at him.

The older man sighed, resting his head back on the couch.

"Well, she has an out-of-town boyfriend now and she's never really been here since that," Zachary said and Leroy just hummed.

"Though it's not like it's a bad thing. When she was here it wasn't like it was any better."

"Oh, really?" Leroy's voice was low but Zachary could still sense the shock in its tone.

He didn't want to sound like he disliked his sister... he didn't... it was that sometimes he had mixed feelings about her.

She was about Leroy's age and had a fulfilling remote job and a boyfriend she always talked about.

Zachary remembered many times he couldn't leave his bedroom because she would have people over and they would talk and laugh and get dressed to head out to the club while he was stuck in his bedroom staring up at the ceiling with nothing in particular to do.

It wasn't that his sister wasn't helpful when it called for it.

She'd been the one to drive him to the hospital, help him keep up with his medication and look through every welfare and social security loophole that would keep him comfortable and not destitute.

It was just that sometimes Zachary felt jealous.

His sister had a fulfilling young adult life and he didn't.

"Sorry, didn't mean to rag my sister," the older man said, looking up at the ceiling.

"It's just that she's really extroverted and when she was here there were just too many people..."

Leroy laughed.

"Yeah. I think I understand that a bit."

"Do you have siblings?" Zachary asked, perking up.

He hadn't thought about that before... well, he didn't know much about Leroy in general.

Leroy nodded.

"I have a Sister. I live with her and my Mum. My Dad's not with us anymore." 

"I'm sorry..."

"It's okay. It's been a few years, now."

There was a sniffle from Leroy.

The younger man was frowning as if he was shocked that he was teary.

"Three, to be exact. Cancer."

The attempt at bluntness didn't hide the small shake in Leroy's voice and Zachary wasn't sure what he was supposed to do.

He ignored it, deciding that they weren't close enough for him to confront it head-on.

If Leroy wanted to pretend like he was over it, he'd let him be... for now that is.

"I see..." Zachary trailed off.

"Do you get along with your sister and what about your mum?"

Leroy smiled, seeming to appreciate the change of topic.

"Yeah. Mum's cool. She retired from the air force a while back, now and my sister..." Leroy started, shrugging his shoulder.

"Well, she does nail and hair stuff as a job but she's also arty so she takes art commissions... all that jazz... on line."

"Wow, I wish I could do stuff like that," Zachary said, starting to think of Leroy's sister.

He wondered if she was older or younger and if she looked like a gender-swapped version of her brother.

If she did, she was absolutely stunning.

"Aren't you a writer?" Leroy said, snapping Zachary out of his thoughts.

Zachary shrugged.

"I went to school for it, I guess but I haven't written fiction in a long time. I freelance doing copywriting and blog posts. I haven't really had time for anything else."

Zachary knew the oddity of his statement.

To everyone else, he had all the time in the world.

He was living off government assistance and the little he made freelancing and it wasn't like his schedule was booked but there was something about being sick all the time that just made the time pass.

He was always too tired or feeling too much pain.

What did one do when typing took too long on the keyboard because it hurt?

Or when the screen blurred so badly, they briefly thought they were blind?

Writing novels wasn't really fun anymore and he wasn't going to go through that all day every day not to make any money.

It was weird.

His condition had gotten better in some ways and worse in others.

He didn't use to have so many concentration and focus issues but the pain in his joints and muscles had been a lot worse when he was younger.

He missed writing.

He used to record himself talking about his ideas for books and chapters and listen to them later when he felt strong enough to type anything up.

But lately, there haven't been many opportunities for that and he'd rather spend his brief time feeling well listening to an audiobook or reading.

"Huh?" Leroy said, pulling Zachary out of his thoughts.

"I think I'd like to see something you've written someday... I mean if you're comfortable with it. I have a friend in my pathfinder group that writes but is always up in arms when you ask him to show you."

Leroy was laughing now but Zachary's ears perked up.

Pathfinder?

He loved that game.

"Err, what edition are you guys playing?" Zachary asked, making Leroy look over at him in a mix of shock and curiosity.

"Was just curious. I like the story material for the game," Zachary added, hoping that would clear the confusion.

"No way," Leroy said, grinning from ear to ear.

"I don't think I've met anyone in person who plays pathfinder."

'What does he mean by in person?'

Zachary was a bit confused.

"I play on discord with some people I met online."

Leroy shrugged it off.

"It's a bit of a hassle to organize online but we make it work."

"Oh, I see," Zachary said, as Leroy started going on about the game.

Zachary listened enthusiastically.

One... was because he liked the game.

And two... was because it was quite a sight to see Leroy giddy and energetic.

He spoke faster than normal and left sentences hanging here and there that he never went back to.

Usually talking like this would give Zachary a bit of a hard time but it wasn't hard to follow what Leroy was saying.

Not one bit.

So, Zachary let the young man talk up until he let out a sigh of exhaustion after laughing about a gaming incident.

[realityhelixcreates]

By Talos, This Can't be Happening: Chapter 1-Masser and Secunda

A crack isekai that I started just for fun, which had ballooned into something much bigger. Helix and Swag get stuck in a world from her rocky past, and now they traipse around Tamriel while larger forces start sneaking up on them.

Chapter 1/?

Content warning for blood, violence, sexual situations, and questionable life decisions.

@cardwrecks @captainbaddecisions @whocares-idont

Reposting this properly.

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It was dark, the wind was blowing cold, and everything was very sudden. The gunshot still rang in his ears. So loud. So close. She was bleeding, but the only lights were far, far in the distance, and the sky was very wrong, and he regretted looking up. This wasn't the over-lit, socialite march of Stirling Street. The stranger who had confronted them, shouting about revenge for his brother was, thankfully, nowhere to be found. In fact, Swag was sure through the clouding panic, that they were now as far away from Gotham as they could possibly be.

He'd felt the feathery embrace of her magic, fever warm and dissociative, like the moment before needing to vomit. The weightless emptiness that followed, and the ending disorientation that signified they were now...somewhere else. A place where two moons loomed impossibly huge in a clear sky, and the air cut through his clothing, and her blood gushed under his hand. A light approached, a floating flame accompanied by rhythmic hammering. No other choice at this point; he had nothing, not even time. He cried out for help. The hammering sped up, resolving into an enormous horse, ridden by a man who looked like he was on his way home from the Renaissance Festival. The man held a torch out over them, saw the blood blossoming dark on her clothes, and leapt down next to them. “What happened?” He demanded, rifling through a bag hanging from his horse's side. “We were attacked.” Swag answered, not even having to fake the fear in his voice. “He hurt her. He's gone now. But...” “I can see. Here, if we get this down her, I think it will be enough.” He had retrieved a small, red bottle, little more than a vial, and unstoppered it. Swag held her head up. “Helix? Baby, can you hear me? You need to drink this, okay?” He had to trust it. There was nothing else he could do. Panic was taking him, and shock was taking her, but she was just barely present enough to swallow whatever was in that vial.

Her head jerked at the taste of it, eyes suddenly open and alert. “Ooh...” she moaned “What?” “Just relax.” He soothed. “It'll help.” “That was the only one I had.” The horseman said. “Bandits are getting too common around here.” “I'll...be all right now.” Helix said unsteadily. She was gazing up into the sky. “Wound's closed. And I recognize...” “Miss, you are in no shape to be on the open road tonight.” the horseman insisted. “I'll see you both to safety. Helgen is not far from here.” “Helgen.” Helix repeated. “You can see the lights, up ahead. Miss, do you know where you are?” “Yup.” she answered, and a stream of dread drained from Swags chest.

“Help me get her up on the horse.” the horseman commanded. “It's an hour walk to Helgen from here. It'll be better for her to rest up there.” Once she was secure, they set a steady pace for the distant lights. Not fast enough for Swags nerves, nor for the cold that sliced through him. It wasn't long before he was shivering violently, clutching his arms in a futile attempt to keep warm, and staring resolutely at the dark ground in front of him. He'd been 'homeless' in Gotham in the winter before-on the run, hiding out in alleys, underpasses, docksides. Usually there was shelter of some kind, though. The tall skyscrapers, the abandoned warehouses, the run down gas stations, boarded up houses. He was never just open to the wind and the judgmental sky like this. Helgen was surrounded by a wall, manned by more armored figures, and full of stone and timber buildings. The obvious lack of electricity dropped his morale even further. His money was clearly going to be no good here, which meant they were destitute at the moment. There were a few things he might be able to do about it, but first...

First priority was getting warm. Couldn't think on a frozen brain. They stopped in front of a building with a sign in three languages, the only one he could read declared itself the Juniper Berry Inn. Two men conversing on the deck outside set their bottles down and approached, concern on their weathered faces. “That's not looking good.” one said in a thick accent, noticing the blood staining Helix's dress. Swag stuck close to the horse, partly for warmth, and partly to put himself between Helix and these two strangers. “Can one of you get Yrda?” the horseman requested. The one who had spoken retreated into the inn. The other stared rather rudely at Swag, who tried to glare back, but was shivering a bit too hard to make it stick. Not his fault he was the only one dressed like a normal-ass human being. Others were gathering around, all gawping just as openly. They were all dressed in LARP gear, just like the horseman, but a few were also armed with swords and big axes, which was, as some might put it, doing him a concern. But the horseman was still with them, and Swag really doubted he'd have wasted his only magic juice pack on Helix if he thought they'd be killed upon entering town. “Is she all right?” someone asked.

“I have some comfrey, if it's a problem with bleeding.” another offered. “It looks like a lot more than just a problem with bleeding! Someone go get the priest.”

“Why is he dressed like that?” “People, please!” the horseman called out. “Go back to your business. This is under control.” “Or it will be in a moment.” a woman said, approaching from the inn. “So what have you brought me?” “Yrda. I'm sorry to impose, but...” “It's nothing of the sort. What happened?” she also stared at Swag, though a bit more sternly than the others. Guaranteed she'd never seen anything like him before, but she didn't seem impressed. Her loss. “Thief on the road.” he muttered, throwing out the most cliched of scenarios. “Took everything.” “And the cloak off your back, it seems. Good grief, get her inside! She looks terrible!”

Several people carefully helped Helix down from the horse. Blankets were wrapped around them both, and they were ushered into the blessedly warm inn. Yrda directed them to a secluded little corner, providing a fur lined sleeping bag for Helix, and a bowl of broth and bread for both. “You've nothing at all between you?” she asked. “Well...people leave things behind sometimes. I'll see if I can scrape some things together for you. No don't make a big deal out of it.” she interrupted him. “I just owe the Imperial scouts a few favors, and, well...the Lady Mara smiles on compassion to strangers, doesn't she? Now just stay there and take care of her, I'll make sure no one bothers you.” She left them, pushing a bench in front of their little corner, and went back to her work. The inn wasn't busy that night, their arrival seeming to be the only excitement. Other patrons came and went, most of them dressed like the horseman who had rescued them. Swag noticed most were wearing the same type of armor, and a particular badge: a dragon within a diamond shape. They must have been some kind of road patrol. The one who brought them here had mentioned bandits. If that was an ongoing problem, they were going to want to get home as soon as possible. He leaned against the stone wall, next to Helix, tucked into her furry sleeping bag. “How you doin'?” he asked. “Rough.” she murmured. “Who was he?” “I don't even know. Didn't recognize him. He said I hurt his brother...maybe I did. Before. I don't know.” He sighed. “Keep hoping this shit won't creep back up on me, but I hurt a lot of people back then. Can't really blame someone for holding a grudge.” Helix scoffed. “I can. Coming after me because he's mad at you? Peak dickhead behavior.” “I'm so sorry.” He was sincere about it too. It was difficult, but necessary, to leave it all behind. Better for the world. But he'd left a few families grieving, and they didn't magically go away, just because he'd decided to try and be a better man. “You don't have to apologize. You didn't shoot me.” His hand slipped along the sleeping bag until it found her shoulder. She shivered under the touch, the fur, and blanket, and broth, and fire working together to combat the cold brought on by blood loss and hours out in the frigid wind.

“I really should have thought about the possibility. You're hurt, and it's ultimately because of me. You don't have to absolve me of-” “I'm not saying you didn't do wrong, I'm saying he has no claim to righteousness!” She hissed. “Shooting a woman because you think the man you hate will be hurt by it is villain shit. He might've had a point, but he chose villain shit. He tossed his right to make you feel bad about yourself the instant he aimed at me. I'll say it to his face too, once I find him. Then I'll...I dunno. Shave all his hair off. Shrink all his clothes by one size. Steal all of his shoelaces. Really inconvenience his ass.” Swag snickered. He'd been entertaining scenarios that were a bit more severe than that. But if Helix had her way, instead of having all his limbs broken, the man would be stepping on legos every day for the rest of his life. Maybe that would be the greater torment.

“But are you going to be okay?” he asked. “What was that stuff he gave you? Where even are we, and why does everybody look like closing shift at the Medieval Times restaurant?” “I sometimes wonder if there is some correlation between high development of magic, and low development of technology, and vice versa...Not important now. Yes, I am going to be okay. That was a healing potion, and it took care of the worst of the damage. I can do something else about it in the morning, but I just really need to rest. I'm... empty right now.” “Then rest. People are being real friendly at the moment, and I'm gonna ride that as long as possible. You need anything?” “Stay close.” “All right. Sleep tight baby, I'll be here in the morning.” Cocooned in his borrowed blanket, he curled up next to her and watched her drift away. When she was stronger, she would tell him everything, and he would at least pretend to understand.

It wasn't necessarily that he couldn't grasp all this magic shit, it was more that he didn't. Riddlers, even ex-Riddlers still tended to think in terms of solid logic, with the occasional brush of philosophy. Swag liked to think that he was one of the more flexible among his peers, but the flat out dissolution of the underpinnings of reality that made up the spaces Helix operated in...evaded him. She understood the building blocks of the universe like no one he'd ever known, yet struggled with basic maths. He could write a symphony in code and numbers, but talk to him about etheric bleeding or astral bodies, and he blanked right out. But when their ragged edges lined up...music. The central fire threw its heat into the dark corners of the common room, where they huddled, warmth radiating off the stone. Hours passed, and Helix's color began to look better. Swag let the warmth and stress exhaustion take him. ?~?~?~?~?

#by talos this can't be happening #swag!riddler #helix #elder scrolls

[cassandrajoybellbittner]

*Warning Adult Content*

WHAT HE WANTS - Chapter 21

Alek

The next few days looped over the same series of events.

Ahote would avoid Honon.

Aponi would confront him and Ahote would talk back to her and they would fight, filling the hallways with their yelling.

I didn't know what to do most of the time.

It wasn't my fight to fight and I didn't think butting into this would be helpful.

I stayed clear of Honon for the most part and even when Lapu would directly pick a fight with him I would pretend like I didn't see anything.

I doubt Honon has even heard me say a word before.     

As for the situation with Elan, it wasn't going well.

Honon had suggested that I stayed away from the boy for a while to see if things would work then.

Ahote had protested but somehow, we decided to give it one week.

I would keep my distance for a week and see if Elan would stop being 'confused about who was his dad' like Aponi had but it.

It was day four out of seven now and it hadn't worked.

Not even a little bit.   

Tonight, was one of those nights Ahote would have a lengthy argument with Aponi.

I could hear them through the walls.

As anyone could guess, I was the reason for it.

Sometimes things would calm down but then someone would raise their voice, causing the whole thing to start over.

I was sitting in the bed in Ahote's room since I had to leave Honon's.

A sigh left my lips when I heard Lapu's voice join the back and forth.

I was starting to get a bit worried but I didn't leave the bed.   

There was some more yelling but it died down and I couldn't hear anything for a long while.

An hour passed and Ahote's scent mixed with the sound of feet approaching the door made me look up.

The door had creaked open and Ahote was now standing by the post with his hands on the door's handle.

His hair was wet and he was in simpler clothes.

He must have taken a shower to cool off.     

"Sorry for the noise," he said in a small voice, giving in a forced smile.

He looked exhausted.

It made my wolf shift a bit in distress.

He walked into the room and closed the door behind him when I didn't say anything in response, before walking over to the bed and sitting at the edge.     

"Aponi's asking for more time," Ahote muttered, resting his head on my shoulder as he looked out into the room.

"I thought he wasn't going to stay long but it's been two weeks now..." he trailed, snaking his hand under my arm before giving it a squeeze.     

"Are you talking to your friend?" Ahote asked, looking at my phone.

I nodded and he smiled I had told him about Adrian who had been my second in command when I was still a Kappa back in my pack.     

"Do you think they would come all the way to meet you if they heard you were getting bound?" Ahote asked and I snorted, watching as his thick brows came together in a small frown.

I wasn't sure how to explain to him that traveling as a werewolf from the Siberian mountains was tough.

For one thing, we weren't integrated into human society like the wolves at Peace River were.

We just moved north anytime humans fell the trees and occupied more land.

No one had passports, citizenship or anything.

I traveled as a wolf for the most part to avoid problems with this.     

"You're hard."

My face warmed up at Ahote's words.

He wiggled in my lap, only making the situation more embarrassing. 

"Y-yes," I managed, feeling my face grow hot and my heart beat faster in my chest.

Since we've started sleeping with each other he'd built some confidence around sex.

He was more eager to initiate it and he was a lot blunter about things like this too.     

He chuckled a bit, taking a hold of my face as he pressed kisses to my forehead and eventually my lips.

He tasted sweet. His scent was so sweet.

In Siberia, I was used to people smelling of things like rain, smoke and the plants that sprouted from the snow lodged grounds in the brief summers.

Here, people's pheromones smelled like nuts and fruits.

Ahote smelled like peaches.     

Ahote deepened the kiss, coaxing my tongue with his.

I kissed him back as my hands found their way under Ahote's loose shirt.

Touching his chest made him squirm and let out low moans.

His nipples were sensitive and turned into hard buds from being brushed and gently tugged.

Ahote's skin was a lot softer and warmer.

It was something brought about by his heat.

I just couldn't stop touching him and sometimes my and will stray too far, brushing and between his legs before my rationale took over.

Ahote was making that hard in general... me trying to stay sane.

My breathing would hike up with every moan he made and Ahote made to kiss and bite softly along my collar bone my eyes blurred and my mouth watered.     

I don't think what we were heading towards really dawned on me until I felt Ahote's palm me through my trousers.

Startled, I took my hands away from him, putting him at arm's length as I stared at his doe eyes that had gone wide with confusion.     

"You're in heat, we might get a little out of control," I muttered, trying to get my heart to stop racing.

Ahote looked like he was trying to understand what I was saying.

He had a far of look in his eyes as he pushed down my arms and readjusted his position on my lap.

I felt blood rush to my privates,and it was painful to just stare at Ahote and do nothing but I held myself back.

Ahote could get pregnant and I was sure he didn't want that now.     

"You might get pregnant," I said, trying to bring him out of his trance but he only smiled, moving to kiss my jaw as he hooked one of his fingers in one of the hoops meant for a belt.

He tugged at it, moving his fingers to fumble with the buttons.

He managed to get them undone and soon he was stroking the full length of me when he pulled the band of my briefs far down enough.

I pulsed in his hand, getting harder from the teasing rubs.     

"You might get pregnant," I repeated myself, starting to get a little afraid of the fact that I might slip into a heat daze too.

Ahote's hand felt good... wonderful.

I closed my eyes, trying not to look at myself ooze precum.   

Ahote suddenly let go after a while and I opened my eyes to find that he had climbed out of the bed to take his clothes off.

I knew that I should have looked away but I held Ahote's gaze, watching him smile as he stripped.

With each piece of clothing that touched the floor the sound of my heart pumping would get louder in my ears.

I wanted to get up and get a hold of him.

I wanted to make him mine in the most intimate way possible,but I stayed frozen at the edge of the bed with my fly open and clothes on because I feared what would come as a result of it.   

When he was done undressing, he smiled at me as he undid his braids and took out the beads in his hair.

I kept watching.

There was something about the man I was in love with standing stark naked a foot away from the bed with an erection.

It kept me transfixed.   

When Ahote was done with his hair he went over to his drawers to grab a bottle of lube before he came up to me and knelt beside me.

He tossed the bottle on the bed before resting his head on my thigh and staring into my blue eyes.

He touched me again, stroking me before sticking his tongue out to lick my tip.

I swallowed down the moan in the back of my throat as Ahote found his way between my legs to suck on me better.   

I tossed all my restraint out the window when I felt him gnaw playfully on me.

I let a low moan, taking off my shirt before allowing myself to run my fingers through his dark hair.

His mouth was warm and his slick tongue pulled little gasps from me whenever he licked on the slit of my head.

From time to time he'd look up and locked eyes with me and I was sure I came a little bit in his mouth each time.     

"We should stop here," I murmured, feeling myself about to come, but Ahote let my penis slip out of his mouth with a pop before he covered my tip with his thumb and stared up at me.

There was a teasing smile on his lips and I had to look away when he licked his lips that were glistening with saliva and precum.   

"You'll get pregnant. You're in heat. I don't think you're thinking straight because of it. We don't have any condoms. We ran out."

I was rambling now, trying to get all my words out before my lust took the best of me.

I wanted this more than anything but I didn't want Ahote to regret anything.     

"No I won't," Ahote said in a soft but firm voice.

"I can take something tomorrow morning, so don't worry," he insisted, kissing from the base up.

He pulled away, smiling as he tugged at the legs of my loose pants.

He managed to take them off without any resistance from me.

My heartbeat was loud, and I was just trying not to combust.     

"It's been a while, hmm?" he muttered, straddling me again as his hands touched my chest.   

"Yes," I found myself agreeing, taking him off my lap and placing him on the bed, back first.

I hovered over him, leaning down to kiss him as I ground against him.

He moaned, burying his fingers in my hair as I let my hand roam down his stomach before eventually touching the length of his erection.

I stroked him, making him buck up with little whimpers.     

I found the bottle of lube from before and helped myself to some.

I touched around Ahote's entrance before pushing a finger in.

He squeezed around my finger, moving his hips in a slow pace to meet my strokes.

I slipped in another finger, leaning over him as I kissed his chest and felt his hands in my hair.

When he seemed loose enough, I took it slow.

Easing into him and pressing kisses on his collar whenever he let out a little gasp.     

When I was fully in, I stayed still for a while, letting myself enjoy Ahote's body squeezing against me as he let out throaty moans while running his hands down my back.     

I started moving.

Slowly, with long thrusts.

Ahote bucked up against me, taking my face in his hands and moving to kiss me deeply.     

"Feels good," he muttered, pulling away to look me in the eyes.

"It's so hot." He meant that literally.

Our bodies were on fire from out heat and Ahote's scent was everywhere.

Whatever mask he had put on being overpowered by what we were doing.

I couldn't control mine either.

I stared down at his features contorted in pleasure.

His pupils were wider and I could spot the little sharp canines whenever he gasped.

Strands of his hair were stuck to his face from sweat and he kept taking deep breaths like he was drinking my scent the way I was doing his.

I couldn't help wondering what Ahote thought of it.

Did he like the smell?

Did he find it as inviting as I found his?

This was the first time I was in heat around him.     

"You smell like pine bark," he muttered, answering my unasked question.

"I like it. It's nice," he sighed as he twitched and shivered a bit from a thrust.     

"Can you go faster? Rougher?" he asked, twirling a strand of my blond hair in his hand as he looked at me with lust-filled eyes. 

That was all I need to put down the restraint I had on myself.

I got a gasp from him, surprising him by holding his hips and pulling him against me with force.

I did it a few more times, increasing the pace as Ahote got nosier.

The sound of his hips smacking down on me mixing with the sound of him moaning my name made my sight blur as I felt myself starting to reach my peak.

I tried to ease out of him before it could happen but Ahote reached out to grab my hands, holding me in place.     

"Inside," he muttered, using his cloudy eyes to hold my gaze.

"I want it inside." 

The look alone was enough to make me cum.

I shook, watching Ahote come as well in successive spurts.

There was a smile on his face.

He looked pleased.

Ahote reached out to grab my hands, pulling me down on him before hugging me to himself.

The feeling of his beating heart and rising chest against mine made me shake a bit.

We stayed liked that until Ahote slept off and I was able to peel his hands from me.

I rolled over to the side, heaving as I looked up to the ceiling before looking to the side to stare at him.

He looked peaceful and unbothered with his skin was glistening with sweat and his release.

His hands were curled under his head and his long hair was spread out like a messy sheet.     

I watched his gentle breathing.

My heart was racing and I couldn't for the life of me shut my eyes since my mind was flooded with thoughts. 

Right now, Ahote could be pregnant.     

The fact produced a weird warm feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I found myself turning to the side to better stare at Ahote's face.

My eyes soon traveled downwards, looking at his washboard stomach that held a beautiful dark happy trail.

I could spot the evidence of what we did caked up on his thighs.

I reached a finger out, tracing down his stomach before resting my palm flat on it.   

There could be a baby we made together in there.     

I took my hand away, shaking my head as I stuffed my hands under my pillow.

Thinking about that was crossing the line... getting attached.

Whatever was or could be, would be gone tomorrow.

Ahote said he would take something so I shouldn't worry. 

"Don't worry."     

Remembering his words made me cringe.

It was a mix of despair and conflict.

It wasn't me I was worried about when I kept trying to get us to stop.

It was him I was worried about.

About what his pack would think.

About how things would play out. 

I had been worried about Ahote, not myself. 

If anything, I wanted a baby.

[dannobfg]

I see the red flags from miles away, yet, I am committed to a plan that I must see through. Is that a ridiculous thought? I have a trip booked and paid for at a time when money doesn't grow on trees.

Do I trust the words I read in his texts or do I trust my judgement and anxiety?

A bisexual man, looking to explore. Yet, says he wants a boyfriend. He recently ended a 1 year and 6 month relationship with a girl and has been single for just over one month. He lives alone in a town he hates and works at a job which pays well but has a shit schedule and doesn't bring him happiness.

I confronted him today because I was almost sure he was watching porn in the background when we were sexting. Not such a big deal but I needed to know so I asked him. And he was. And he's given a valid explanation and tried to reassure me saying that I am "more than enough for him". But I find myself saddened still, as if he had cheated on me before we're even a real thing. I understand his reasons, but I am still hurt the same. Yet I don't seem to be allowed to feel hurt. And that's the thing with situationships, the boundaries are not clear. I almost wish he'd lied to me and said no. At least he was honest about it.

My first kinda boyfriend ever was also bisexual and I struggled so much to feel like I was enough for him. I will never be a woman and I have no desire to be. I understand that he feels attraction in both directions and currently at almost equal amounts. I don't know how I can ever make him fully happy. So maybe this really isn't the place for me.

I've been trying so long to make something work with someone. I'm told that that's part of my problem. I chase instead of attracting. Apparently what belongs to me will find me when the time is right. But I struggle to believe that. I believe everything in this life takes effort. We have to fight for what's ours or it will be taken away or walk away. I'm told I feel this way because I am weak, because my self-esteem is not higher, because I don't know how to be content being alone. And don't get me wrong, I'm trying to better myself. But there is one phrase that I once heard that I still believe: true love will find you in your mess and not at your best. If someone can stick around when it's all going to shit, then they truly want to love you. No one is perfect or at their best 100% of the time. Life is messy. If you want to love me you have to be willing to love the mess too.

So, am I willing to love him in his mess? The thing is I can see myself getting hurt just as much as I can see myself living a happy relationship. I am scared of getting hurt. But at the same time I am tired of seeking. And I don't believe it can be found. Things don't just happen. You make them happen. Even if sometimes they're easier than others.

Idk what I'm doing. I feel like I'm YOLO-ing life right now. But at the same time, I feel like I'm gonna hit the wall with such force that it may just finish me off. What a place to be, ey?...

He is sensitive and caring. He cries while listening to music sometimes. He sings a lovely song. We share many interests and can talk for hours on end without getting tired or feeling annoying or getting bored. We had a conversation once about the perfect day being single and the perfect day when in a relationship. Our ideas match very well. We talk about plans in the distant future. He seems to project us together long term. I feel hopeful yet terrified constantly. Because I've been here all too many times just for it to end just as unexpectedly as it started. I think I'm gonna roll with it a while longer and see where it ends up. At the very least it will be a story to tell someone someday. Wish me luck...

#real talk #personal #what am I doing #wtf #bisexual #dating #lgbt #lgbtqi+ #gay #sigh #tired #thoughts #fml #lol #yolo

[stardewlily]

Chapter Twelve of My Everlasting Light

A Stardew Valley fan fiction about the relationship between Sebastian and my farmer, Lily.

Synopsis: Things come to a head when Lily's ex arrives in town and Sebastian is forced to take action

Cast: Original Female Character, Sebastian, Sam, Pam, Original Male Character (ex-boyfriend)

Contents: Established Relationship (Dating), Mental Health Issues, Drama, Trauma, Confrontation, Domestic Violence, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Domestic Abuse - contains one scene of a man using physical violence against a woman. While not overly graphic please do not interact if this would cause you any distress!

Lily's Protector

Sebastian looked up at the clock. Only twenty minutes had passed since he last checked. He scowled and tried to force his attention back to the screen in front of him. Why did he feel so agitated? He had plenty of work to keep him occupied, he was seeing Lily tonight as usual, everything should be just fine. And yet…

Ever since he'd got up that morning something had seemed a little off. It had been nearly two weeks since Lily had received that letter from her ex and he had been relieved to see his love relax a little more as each day passed and her fear of him turning up on her doorstep never materialised. It seemed the letter had just been a mean spirited bluff, a last attempt to scare the woman that had finally escaped him. Even her crazy ex wasn't obsessed enough to travel half way across the country to hunt her down.

Of course that was the case. It had to be. So why this feeling? Sebastian had suffered with anxiety his entire life, he was well used to feelings of impending doom, but this was different. He felt afraid for Lily.

He pushed his keyboard back and reached for his phone. That was it. He was ringing her. He didn't care if it was just his craziness. He wasn't going to take any chances when it came to her.

The phone rang for longer than it normally did and he felt his heart start to beat faster. Where was she? She should have answered by now…

Then he heard the click as she picked up and the sweet sound of her voice. He let out his breath in a big whoosh, didn't even know he'd been holding it until then.

"Seb!" She sounded cheery, a little flustered, but otherwise fine. "I'm sorry I didn't answer right away, I was packing some boxes to take to Pierre's and couldn't find my phone, then I realised it was under all the strawberries and had to unpack them all over again!"

He smiled, that was so typical of his Lily. Also, it should have been the mayor's job to ship all that stuff, but she did it herself because she didn't want to be a bother. "You know you can let Lewis do all that, right?"

"I know," she said brightly, "but he already has so much to do and I was going into town anyway."

He laughed softly, what was he going to do with her? "I don't think he's as busy as you think, baby, but I know there's no stopping you when you set your mind to something."

"Well you're just the same, Sebby," she giggled and he felt his heart melt as usual at the sound of her laughter.

"Is that cheek I hear there?" he grinned. "Are you sassing me, sweetheart?"

"No more than usual," she insisted with another giggle. "But you can always set me straight tonight."

"Oh I will." He thoroughly intended to spend a large part of the night making love to her.

"I'll see you later, okay?" He could hear sounds of box juggling. "I told Pierre I'd be there at noon and if I'm late you know he'll probably use it as an excuse for a discount." She laughed again. "He's such a shark that man! I love you, Sebby."

His heart melted just a little bit more. "I love you too, baby."

The phone went dead and he looked at it for a long moment. He should feel better now. And he did a bit. He always felt better after any contact with Lily. But still… something felt wrong.

He pulled his keyboard back out, quickly saved his work, then stood up and grabbed his bike keys.

'On my way to help, baby." He jabbed out a quick text. "Don't leave without me!"

Just to put his mind at ease, he'd take a quick ride down to the farm, help her deliver all those boxes, make sure she didn't get ripped off, then, well, maybe they'd just spend the whole day together… just to put his mind at ease.

"Do you know a girl called Lily?"

Pam looked at the man who was just getting off the bus. He was her only passenger that morning and had been quiet and self-contained for the whole journey. Seemed pleasant enough, if a little unremarkable looking - tall, lanky, pale eyes, slightly receding hairline, a ready smile.

"She moved here a while ago, maybe four or five months. Slim, auburn hair, hazel eyes. Kind of shy."

"Yeah, I know her." Lily was actually one of the few people in town Pam approved of. Sweet kid, quiet, conscientious, always called out a greeting when she passed by the bus stop. "She owns the farm just down the road that way." She nodded her head.

"Oh," the man looked excited, started to climb out of the bus.

"Are you a friend of hers?"

"Oh yes," he said, smiling again. "Lily and I go back a long way."

"Well, you'd best be quick or you'll miss her. She always sells her wares in town at noon on Tuesdays. Damn reliable, that girl. Of course, you could aways drop by Pierre's and catch her there later."

"No, no," he spoke quickly. "I prefer to visit her at home." His smile grew wider. "Thanks, you've been a big help."

He stepped off the bus and took the road towards the farm.

'What a nice guy,' Pam thought to herself as she pulled out her lunchbox and settled down for a well earned break.

Lily smiled as she read Seb's text. That was so sweet of him, and so typical, he was always ready to offer his help to anyone who needed it, despite what others thought about his seemingly aloof nature.

She turned back to her work, she only had a few more things to pack now. This week had seen quite a few new crops ripen and she was excited to see what Pierre would make of her efforts. She was determined to impress that cranky shopkeeper if it was the last thing she did.

She heard a knock at the door. Seb got here fast, she thought to herself, but then knowing the reception around here he probably sent that text ages ago.

"It's open," she called, wondering why he didn't let himself in as always.

Something in her brain clicked over at that thought. Seb did always let himself in.

No… oh no… it couldn't be…

Her mind screamed at her. Why didn't you keep the door locked? But you were just going out in a minute and…

The door opened, seeming to take ages to swing back. Her hand was on her phone already, searching for speed dial.

She knew who it was going to be.

"Now then, Lily," he knocked the phone out of her hand. "We don't want anyone spoiling our reunion, do we?"

It span into the corner of the room. She gazed after it with despairing eyes. Had the call gone through?

He closed the door behind him. "It's been a long time, honey."

Sebastian heard his phone go off in his pocket and reached for it as he wheeled his bike out of the garage. Luckily his mom had a job today and the truck was gone so it was much easier to get out.

It was Lily's number. Odd. They'd only just talked. The unease he'd felt all day flared within him. He quickly answered. "Lily?"

Nothing.

Odder still.

Hang on. Could he hear a male voice?

His heart stopped cold in his chest.

It was him.

He knew it.

He fucking knew it.

He hung up, stabbed out a number, bike already roaring into life. It was picked up almost straight away, thank Yoba.

"He's here. Make the call."

He'd prepared for this.

"Barry…" she backed away from him, so afraid she could barely think. Her heart hammered in her chest. This man, this horrible, terrifying man. Would she never be free of him?

"Ah, Lily," he smiled at her. It made her feel sick. "I've missed you so much. You know we were perfect for each other. Why on earth did you move so far away from me?"

"You know why," she said, knowing he couldn't be reasoned with, but trying anyway. "I told you so many times, it wasn't working, it…"

"Only because you didn't work on it with me." He grabbed her arm, pulled her to him. She sobbed, tried to pull away, helpless as always. He was so much taller, so much stronger, than she could ever be.

"Let me go," she cried, struggling in his grasp. "Please… get off me!"

He snarled at that and she immediately regretted her choice of words, gasping as he caught her by the chin, his fingers digging deep, pain flaring through her as he slammed her up against the wall.

"Always saying that," he sneered, his face mere inches from hers. "Always 'get off me, Barry' 'I don't want to, Barry.' I got so fucking tired of hearing that!"

She let out a choked whimper, both hands scrabbling at his, trying to loosen his grip. He lifted her up, her heels scraping the skirting, shook her so hard her head rattled against the plaster.

"You're coming back with me right now, Lily. No more of this running away shit!"

The door flew open behind them. Lily let out a sob of relief. It was Seb. Her call had gone through.

Barry saw her eyes move and turned to see what she was looking at.

"Who the fuck is this?" he growled. "Did you get yourself another man, you little bitch?"

Sebastian's face was white. His entire body shook. His eyes burned. Lily had never seen him so angry.

"Take your hands off her."

"You going to make me, pretty boy?" he tried to bluster but Lily could feel his grip on her loosen a little.

Sebastian walked slowly towards them, hands forming into fists at his sides, gaze unwavering. "I said… take your hands off her."

Barry started to tremble, seeming surprised at himself as his hands fell away from her. He looked down at them then back up in disbelief. Lily took her chance and, crying out, dashed to her rescuer's side.

"Seb!"

Seb put his arm around her and pulled her close, never once removing his gaze from Barry, who was now backing away, Seb continuing to advance on him so relentlessly that he let out a terrified cry, stumbled over the chair behind him and fell to the ground, scuffling backwards until he hit the same wall he had held Lily against such a short while ago.

"Please man... come on..." he whined. "I didn't mean any harm." He held up a placating hand.

Sebastian didn't stop moving, Lily felt his entire body stiffen at Barry's words.

"Didn't... mean... any... harm?" he spaced each word out as he finally came to a halt and glared down at the man grovelling beneath him. Lily watched in amazement as Barry's face blanched, his hand dropping limply, eyes wide and mouth slack before Sebastian's rage.

"This hand." Seb carefully placed one foot over Barry's right hand where it lay on the floor. He looked down at it helplessly, seeming completely incapable of moving. "This fucking hand has caused my Lily so much pain."

Lily sobbed desperately as Seb's foot ground down on her ex's hand, she could hear his bones cracking, his agonised screams, just a small part of the pain he had handed out to her given back to him, justice finally meted out to the man who had tormented her for so long.

"You lay one finger on her ever again," Seb's eyes lanced into him as he wailed and clutched at his ruined hand, "and next time I won't just break your hand I will fucking kill you."

"You need any help there, dude?"

Lily looked wildly around. Sam had appeared in the doorway. Big, tall, dependable Sam. She sobbed again, felt Seb's arm tighten even more around her.

Barry struggled to his feet, tears of pain streaking his face. "Wait," he choked out. "Please... I'm not looking for any trouble."

"But you are looking for trouble," Seb said coldly. "Only it's not so much fun when it's not just you and one helpless woman, is it?"

"Cops are on the way, man," Sam said cheerily. "You want me to sit on him for a while till they arrive?"

"Th.. that won't be necessary," Barry gibbered, terror seeming to have momentarily overcome his pain. "Shit, I mean, there's no need for the cops. Fuck, I'm leaving man, I'm leaving, just back off, back off! Like I said, I'm not looking for any trouble!" He tucked his broken hand beneath his arm, edged his way around the two young men, shaking visibly with every step.

"I'm leaving, okay? I won't be back."

"Damn right you won't," Sam slapped him on the shoulder on his way out. So hard Lily could see him wince. "But we'll make sure to have a nice reception waiting for you if you ever do."

The tension in the room snapped like a thread the moment the door slammed shut and in an instant Lily dropped to her knees and wailed into the silence. And he was there, her Seb, her protector, right next to her, holding her tight, rocking her, soothing her, stroking her hair, kissing her.

"It's okay, baby, it's okay. No one's gonna hurt you ever again. You're safe now, you're safe."

It was later that night and Lily had fallen asleep in his arms on the couch. Harvey had given her instructions to rest and the cops had eventually arrived, made their report, done the usual not much of anything really and then been on their way. Sam had stayed for a while longer, making sure the two of them were okay and promising to be on hand again if Barry was ever stupid enough to come back. Sebastian was relieved to have such a good friend, he'd hoped when he'd set this plan up weeks ago that he wouldn't need to call on him but he'd known that if he did, Sam wouldn't fail him.

He looked down at the sleeping woman in his arms. She'd done a lot of crying again today and he'd held her through all of it. He stroked her hair and then slowly, carefully, slipped his arms beneath her and climbed to his feet. Although the couch was comfy enough, he knew they'd be better off in bed for the night. She murmured softly in his arms and then, when he laid her down on the sheets, her eyes flickered open, lit on him and a weary little smile crossed her face.

"Seb," she sighed his name and reached up, wrapping both arms around his neck and pulling him down into a soft kiss. "Thank you," she whispered. "I knew you'd come."

He gazed down at her, touched her cheek gently. "I told you I'd never let anyone hurt you ever again and I meant it."

"I know." Her eyes searched his, fear still marring their beautiful depths. "Please hold me, Seb, keep me safe."

"Of course I will, baby." He lay down beside her, pulling her against him.

"I love you, Sebby," she said in the sleepiest, sweetest little voice imaginable, snuggling into his side like a frightened kitten. He looked down at her, hair tousled across her shoulders, lashes resting perfectly on the curve of her cheek, lips soft and pink. She was so beautiful, so fragile, so vulnerable. And she was his. His to care for forever. His heart swelled so much he couldn't stand it.

"Oh Lily, my Lily. I love you too." He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her as tightly as he possibly could. There was nothing in this world more precious to him than this woman who lay in his arms right now. "I'll keep you safe, baby. I promise."

And he would. He would spend the rest of his life protecting her. Because she was everything to him.

Read Chapter Thirteen

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