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Summary: Yami Sukehiro just wanted to join the Magic Knights and make his mentor proud. He knew there would be trails. He knew trouble would come his way. Knew he would be faced with discrimination for being a foreigner and a peasant. What he didn’t know. Didn’t expect. Was that literal Chaos would come his way. That he and his mentor’s sister would be at the center of world ending trouble. Or that he would fall in love with his mentor’s sister and face more than discrimination; but the jealously of Nozel Silva who loved the same woman he did.

Please remember this fic is rated mature and has warnings of violence, abuse, sexual tension, eventual sexual behavior, and other possible triggers. For a full list of story tags please check the fics AO3 (link to that at the top of my tumblrs homepage).

Cause I’m impatient to share and all the manga I read are taking a week off, here’s the final chapter of Book I. ******FYI I’ll be starting a new ‘work’ over on ao3 for Book II so please be aware and be on the look out for that and know that though this work will say complete on ao3, the fic isn’t finished.******

While the fic has had plently of breadcrumbs scattered about. This chapter has LOTS of hidden and not so hidden nuggets about the Chaos plotline and what’s to come.

Chapter 83

Yami woke up on the dawn of December twenty-first. At least he figured it was morning. After being in a cold, damp, dark cellar filled with spirits he wasn’t allowed to drink for two days, Yami’s internal clock was likely a bit off. He didn’t know where they were. Three nights ago Julius had time jumped him and Jax here while Greywright had used his transportation charm to portal himself, Teris, and Julius’ Vice Captain Jon somewhere else.

Neither group was suppose to know where the other was. Though that wasn’t entirely the case for Yami and Teris. Their heightened sense of each others mana allowed Yami to sense the direction and relative distance Teris was from him. Though he couldn’t say exactly where she was, he would've been able to track his way to her with ease. It was why Yami thought this plan entirely needless and stupid. Not that he’d ever lead the Agents of Chaos to Teris if they found him. He’d kill them all or die trying before he ever did that.

Yami sat up and stretched his sore neck. Three nights on cold, damp cobble stone floor wasn’t good for anyone.

“Morning.” Jax greeted. He saw the tenting of Yami’s pants and looked away, clearing his throat. “Wanna take care of that?”

Yami ignored the Captain's question. Bending his knees, he rested his forearms on them, hiding the bulge as best he could. “Where’s Julius?”

“Checking in with Bronn and getting breakfast.” Jax answered.

“Not checking in with Greywright?” Yami questioned.

“Julius couldn’t check in with them even if he wanted. You know that. It’s safest that way.” Jax told.

“At least you know where we are.” Yami complained, looking about the cellar.

“One more day. Once the sun sets, we can go back home and sleep in our own beds.”

“And see Teris.” Yami added.

The Captain smirked and stretched, back popping. “I’m getting too old for missions like this.”

“You’re not that old. I mean you’re old. But not ancient.” Yami said.

Jax huffed. “Thanks. I no longer feel bad about your embarrassment over your personal camp ground.”

Yami parted his arms, hands spread. “Who said I was embarrassed?” Mana, would the thing just go down already. He had to pee.

“Damn it, Yami! Have some of decency if not shame.” Jax might've made a quip back about camp size it were Bronn; but Bronn was his closest friend next to Julius. The two had come up the ranks together. Always looking out for each other, it was obvious to all that Bronn wouldn’t be where he was if it weren’t for Jax. But Jax would argue that he wouldn’t be Captain let alone alive if it weren’t for Bronn.

Yami rested his forearms back on his knees.

After a moment Jax asked. “You can still sense Teris’ mana, right? It hasn’t moved.”

“She’s still were she was.” Yami said. “I still don’t get the point in separating us when we can sense each other. They could just spell Teris or I into leading them to the other.”

Jax sighed at Yami’s reiterated complaint. “They’d have to find one of you. Have a mage capable of compelling you. And then travel over there.”

“I’ve seen the numbers Alowishus has following him. I can only imagine the number of Spatial Mages he has to portal such a group.” Yami argued, recalling the mass of people he saw the morning of the Summer Solstice.

“It’s still an extra step and it makes us feel better. Stop being difficult for the spite of it.” Jax snapped.

Yami huffed and got to his feet.

“Where you going?” Jax questioned.

“To pee. Care to watch?”

Jax rubbed his weary face. They were all cranky and tired. Honestly, it was a wonder Yami wasn’t more temperamental, having been locked inside for six days now. At least when at the Black Bulls base for those first three days windows provided natural light and fresh air; never mind space to get away from each other. After being holed up in a windowless cellar for the last three days, Jax was even more certain that he and Yami and would get on as Captain and Vice Captain. That was if he didn’t kill Yami before this final day was done.

Yami returned, appearing from behind stacked casks of aging brandy. “If we make till sundown think we could take a barrel or two to celebrate?”

Jax smirked, liking how the man thought. “No. But we’ll go out and I’ll cover your tab for the night.”

“I’ll hold you to that and see you regret it.” Yami grinned.

Before Jax could reply Julius appeared, his form piecing back together.

Yami’s mouth watered at the smell of food. He grabbed the covered basket out of the Azure Deers Captain's hands and opened it up. Finally! After two mornings of oatmeal, Julius had brought bacon and sausage.

“I love you.” Yami breathed.

“Thanks.” Julius said, uncertainly.

“He was talking to the food.” Jax said.

Julius arched an eyebrow.

“What? He’s still growing.” Jax defended.

“I hope not. He’s as tall as me.” Julius said.

Jax laughed. “You wish! He’s taller.”

“Is not.” Julius argued.

Jax looked over at Yami who closed his eyes and threw his head back as he chewed. “Sorry to be the one to tell you this, Julius. But the kid’s nearly a full inch taller than you.”

“Yami. Come here.” Julius called.

“What?” Yami gruffed, between chews.

“Stand up and come here.” Julius ordered.

Yami got to his feet and moved to the Captain’s, taking another rasher of bacon as he did. “What?”

Julius stood in front of Yami, blue eyes skimming him from toe to head. He stepped back and shot Jax a frowning pout. “Shut up.”

Jax laughed. “I have no control over the boys growth spurts.”

Yami looked between the Captain's deciding now was the best time to broach the matter. “As it’s our last day here. Either of you wanna tell me what’s got you both so spooked about the Wizard Kings Advisor?”

Julius and Jax’s heads snapped to Yami, any lighthearted semblance of play evaporating in an instant.

“Wha-- Where did that come from? There’s nothing spooking us about Advisor Ellara. She—”

“If you had kept shut I might’ve been able to salvage this.” Jax cut in over Julius, thinking his friend a terrible liar.

Julius turned on Jax. “What did you tell him?”

“Nothing.” Jax said. “It’s what we, or rather our Ki, told him.” He looked at Yami. “Right?”

Yami gave a nod.

“You just confirmed it though. So...” Jax patted Julius’ back. “Good job.”

Yami didn’t say that their Ki had confirmed it as soon as Advisor Ellara was mention. Instead he watched the two Captain's, waiting for reply.

Eyebrows pinched with worry, Julius turned to Yami. “We don’t know anything for sure. So please don’t go doing something stupid.”

Yami’s muscles tensed. “What’s going on that you think I’d do something?”

“No.” Jax shook his head. “I’m not ready to bring you in on this yet.”

Yami turned to his Captain, expression darkening. “You’re going do what Jorah did and leave us in the dark?”

“Sir Jorah.” Jax corrected, frayed temper struggling not to rise at Yami’s accusation. “And we won’t keep it from you for long.”

“Sure you won’t.” Yami rolled his eyes.

“Yami--” Jax bit back an irritated censure and sighed. “We won’t. It’s just… With everything going on right now I’m not telling you, alright.”

“Then don’t. Let Julius tell me.” Yami said.

“Not today.” Jax growled out.

“Then when?” Yami pressed.

Jax sighed heavily. He scratched his forehead, considering a moment. “After Bronn’s retired and married. We’ll start the new year, and your and Teris’ time as Vice Captain with that problematic bit of information. Happy?”

Yami turned to Julius.

“Don’t look at him. I’m your Captain.” Jax snapped.

Yami glared, almost arguing that Julius was future Wizard King.

Jax’s expression hardened. “Scowl all you like. You just might change my mind into waiting longer.”

Yami turned away and went back to his breakfast.

Julius and Jax shared a look. Both silently hoped that Bronn caught Ellara in the act of something so Yami and Teris could be kept well away from that particular mess.

83.2

While Greywright’s army men were capable of watching, listening, and relaying intel; his magic was better suited for close combatant and protective shielding. With so many of his magics army men currently active and stationed in hidden areas around the property, they were little more than a type of motion sensor for an early warning system.

The Magic Knights Commander would’ve preferred actual Magic Knights positioned outside, along with two or three squads within. He had re-read Yami and Teris’ reports of all their dealings with the Agents of Chaos. The numbers Yami had seen on morning of the Summer Solstice was considerable. Even if most of that force was untrained with middle to low mana levels, their numbers alone would be able to overwhelm with relative ease if they attack en masse. And that wasn’t even accounting for the magic negating mage Yami and Teris had dealt with; or Alowishus Spade himself, who had somehow been unaffected by Julius’ time magic during their fight on the morning of the Summer Solstice.

Low light streamed in through shuttered windows. The day was nearing its end, the sun almost completely set. Yet Greywright’s focus and tension didn’t lessen. It might've been the longest day of the year; but it felt like the longest day of his life.

So much depended on what happened during this last bit of daylight. Not just for Yami and Teris, or this Chaos business they were trying to stop; but for Greywright’s own life. His work, his friendships, the Magic Knights as a whole could be effected for better or worse this day.

If Bronn came back and reported having seen Ellara meeting with members of the Agents of Chaos, it wouldn’t matter if they kept Yami and Teris safe. Chaos would descend upon the Order of Magic Knights that was Greywright’s life and love. Doubt and suspicion would be cast upon the man Greywright had spent his career serving. What would Sir Jorah do? What would happen to the man? Would Sir Jorah’s tenure as Wizard King be forced to an end? Would Sir Jorah’s time as Wizard King be forever scarred? Would all the good the Wizard King had done be forever forgotten under the stigma of Ellara’s betrayal?

Greywright shook such thoughts away. Bronn could just as easily return with nothing to report, saying Ellara had stayed late at Magic Investigations as she was known to do. Instead of worrying about possibilities he couldn’t control, he had to focus on what he could.

With only a twenty minutes left until the sun dipped below the horizon, now was possibly the most dangerous time of all. If the Agents of Chaos found them, they would be desperate to get Yami and Teris to the ritual sight before the sun set. Greywright had fought his fair share desperate people. With nothing to lose, they were perhaps the most deadly and fearsome foes of all.

Greywright’s muscles spasmed in complaint when his already tense neck and shoulders tensed further. “Someone’s coming.” He usually wasn’t so tightly wound. His years of experience had left him calm and ready for anything. Or so he had thought. But there was no amount of experience that could leave one ready for the possibly of confirming that your co-worker and counterpart was a traitor serving a zealotous group that wanted to unleash Chaos and end the world.

“You and Teris stay back.” Greywright ordered Jon. His gaze locked on Teris. “Remember what I said.” His eyes twitched and narrowed. “I’m not Julius, Jax, or Fuegoleon. I expect you to follow orders without word or reinterpreting.”

Teris swallowed and stared. Despite what might be outside, a small part of her was awed and envious. How was it that with mere look and tone of voice Greywright could made her fear him more than what might be coming? This was the man she admired. The man who held the rank and position she wanted to achieve. Would she ever be able to make someone fear with just a look and inflection? Would she ever be so sure and confident? The man didn’t even wait for her to nod. Not that she would've been able to.

The Knights Commander had long since gone over his orders of what she should do if the Agents of Chaos came. There was no doubt in Teris’ mind that she wouldn’t be able to obey. She could never light travel away and leave Greywright and Jon to fight.

Where Jax would've given the same orders, telling Teris obey and not to be stupid. Greywright had told her not to be prideful. Teris glowered at the retreating Commander. She didn’t think it prideful to want to stay and help fight.

Teris’ heart pounded in her chest. She could easily sense Yami’s mana pool. He hadn’t moved from the spot he had been in for these passed three days. If they caught her, there were any number of ways the Agents of Chaos could magically force her to lead them to Yami. Her mouth turned as dry as the dust motes around them as Jon urged her into an inner room with one entry and no windows.

They were in the abandoned, boarded up estate of the defunct noble House Glesse. The family having been stripped of everything immediately after it was learned Lord Glesse had hired Cin and his gang to kill Nozel. Wrong as it felt to be in the house of the man who had tried to have Nozel murdered. At least is was comfortable. All be it cold and dark, as Greywright didn’t allow fires or candles, even during the night.

Jon standing protectively in front of her, Teris tiptoed trying to see over his shoulder; not that there was anything to see other than the wall she’d been staring at for three days. Her gut churned. They had made it this far. There were less than twenty minutes left till sundown. Her teeth gritted, hands curling into fists. There was no way they were going to do to Yami what they’d done to her on the Summer Solstice. She refused to let them use her to find Yami. She’d kill every single one of them first. She’d rather die.

Greywright relaxed when his guarding army men alerted there was only one person. That was until he saw who the person was. Ellara Shaw. He glanced back making sure Jon had moved Teris to the safe room then made for the front door.

Greywright waited out on the front landing. When the Advisor got close enough for them to talk without raised voices, he asked. “What are you doing here?”

Ellara squinted at the low hanging sun. “I could ask you the same. This isn’t where you were suppose to house Yami and Teris.”

“The place was compromised.” Greywright said, hating that it could very well be true if Ellara was indeed working with the Agents of Chaos.

“How so?” Ellara questioned.

Instead of answering, Greywright looked passed her asking a question of his own. “You alone?”

“As if your magics army men didn’t see and report as much to you.” Ellara said.

Greywright’s eyes narrowed. Ellara knew the limitations of his magic. She also knew his connection with his army men was more of a sense or daydream depending on how many and how far they were from him. Calling that connection a ‘report’ was more than generous. It was completely inaccurate. And with as precise as Ellara always was with her phrasing and word choice, something very unlike her to say.

At Greywright's expression, Ellara told. “I may not be a Magic Knight but I know how not to be followed. Jorah’s made it perfectly clear that Yami and Teris’ safety is of paramount importance.”

Greywright frowned. Ellara never spoke the Wizard Kings name without a title of respect.

Ellara looked passed him to the door. “They inside?”

“How’d you find us?” Greywright asked.

Ellara crossed her arms, a toying glint in her eyes. “Teris is a royal lady. Hiding her in some distillery with no bed or proper bathroom would hardly suit.”

Greywright swallowed, heart quickening. He was certain the mention of a distillery was to prove she knew where Yami was hidden.

She smiled. “What’s the matter, Commander? Getting a little paranoid after being holed up for three days? Trust me. If I was working for the Agents of Chaos and the Master of Chaos wanted those two, I would already have them in hand.”

83.3

Taking long shallow breaths, Bronn swallowed roughly, trying not to throw up. Hitching a ride along side another Spatial Mages gate wasn’t something most Spatial Mages could do. Nor was it something Bronn liked to do; and not just because the ability likely came thanks to his nobleman father. Using a portal to tag-along with someone elses portal left him dizzy and vulnerable for a good few seconds. But when a portal appeared before the Wizard Kings Advisor and she had walked through it, Bronn tethered a portal of his own to it and followed.

There were ten, fifteen minutes at most, before the sun completely set. Bronn knew he couldn’t lose Ellara now. Not this close to the solstice. He just hoped Jax, Julius, Greywright, and Jon had been able to keep Yami and Teris hidden and safe.

Bronn quickly crouched behind a shrub thirty meters away from Ellara and the cloaked figures she was meeting, and took in his surroundings. What were the Agents of Chaos doing at the geyser labyrinth? Even with the labyrinth and its entrance disappeared, Bronn was sure of the location. Though the geyser labyrinth shifted out of phase. It always reappeared in the same spot.

Suddenly the ground beneath Bronn disappeared and he was falling. He was deposited with a plop, the fifteen foot landing knocking the air out of him. Rolling onto his back, he looked up to find Ellara, another woman, and two men staring down at him.

Bronn propped himself up on an elbow with a grunt, and critiqued. “A halfway decent Spatial Mage knows how to stick the landing.”

“I did.” The other woman said.

Bronn glanced from the other woman to Ellara, and greeted. “Advisor, fancy seeing you here.”

Ellara frowned down at Bronn. “You shouldn’t have followed me here, Vice Captain. How did you?”

Bronn sat up. “I call it ‘hitching a ride’. Any Spatial Mage worth their salt would’ve felt me tagging along. It slows the gate process and creates a sort of tugging tension.” He looked at the other woman. “Or is that how you knew I was here?”

“I knew you were here because you’ve been following me for the last three days.” Ellara said. “You’re not as good as you think you--”

“Seven.” Bronn interrupted, eyes fixing back on Ellara. “I’ve been tailing you for the last seven days. Guess you’re not as good as you think you are.”

Ellara glanced at one of the men, before telling Bronn again. “You shouldn’t have followed me here.”

“And miss your ruined ritual when you couldn’t get a hold of those kids? Nah. I just had to see your sorry faces for myself.” Bronn said.

Ellara bent at the waist and grabbed Bronn roughly, fingers digging into his jaw. “You’re far too early if that’s what you wanted to see. There is no ritual tonight.”

“I don’t believe you.” Bronn glared.

“You really have no clue, do you?” Ellara sighed, tone caught between reproachful and amused. “No wonder Greywright humored Captain’s Julius and Jax in changing the location and hid Yami and Teris in that house and distillery.”

Bronn’s blood ran cold. Though he didn’t know where either Yami or Teris were, Ellara sounded far too sure of herself.

Ellara released him, expression disgusted. “Commander Greywright’s days of tolerating Captain's Julius and Jax in their workings against me will come to an end. A transformation mage is meeting with him as we speak to secure my innocence in his mind. Your death will be meaningless. You really shouldn’t have followed me, Vice Captain. Senior Healer Gilly Shae deserved better.”

“You keep her name off your filthy traitor lips or I’ll kill you!” Bronn hollered. He tried to portal away but couldn’t.

“If the two favored and chosen by Darkness and Light couldn’t use their magic unless I willed it. What makes you think you’d be able to?” Calen questioned. “You’re not going anywhere, Vice Captain.”

“Leave him.” Alowishus commanded. “It’s almost time.”

“I thought you said there was no ritual. Leave it to a bunch of crazies to be a pack of liars.” Bronn spat.

“There is no ritual. This is a revival.” Alowishus said.

“Revival? What’s that mean?” Bronn demanded. He wasn’t all that curious, though Jax and Julius would be grateful for any info he gave when he got out of here. …If he got out of here.

Don’t think like that, he scolded himself. Gilly was waiting for him. He had promised her that he’d be back. Bronn had broken his fair share of promises in his life; but never once had he broken a promise to Gilly. He wasn’t about to start now. He just had to keep these crazies talking until an opening for a way out presented itself.

Alowishus looked to the setting sun, the barest curve of light still visible but shrinking fast. “To awaken Chaos more than the rituals of Light and Darkness must be preformed. We must create our own chaos as offering.”

“Haven’t you pack of lunatics created enough chaos already?” Bronn goaded.

Alowishus held up a hand, staying his followers from attacking the Vice Captain for his disrespect. He had heard worse over the course of his life. “My offering will be something truly remarkable.” Alowishus thought of the skull of his long dead father, memory of the skulls words ringing in his ears. “What many would say is impossible.”

“What?” Bronn scoffed. “You gonna drop this nonsense, admit you’re crazy, and suddenly turn sane?”

Bronn’s head wrenched to the side, Calen’s hit resounding off the trees lining the meadow.

Alowishus bent down, mismatched eyes boring into Bronn. “I’m going to end this world so I never have to mess with nonsense ever again. Does that count?”

Bronn growled, wiping the blood from his bitten lip with a shirt sleeve.

Alowishus dusted himself off and stood. “But before I make the Darkness end the Light, I must see myself strengthened so history doesn’t repeat itself.”

Bronn snarled. “If you think you can make that boy kill Black Sheep, you’re dead wrong. There’s no manipulation magic or threat to anothers life that’ll make Yami Sukehiro end Teris Nova.”

Alowishus smirked and turned away, “It’s time.”

The ground swirled around Alowishus as he stepped away from his followers, and Bronn. He stopped where the entrance to the labyrinth would've been just as the sun vanished beneath the horizon. Arms extending, Alowishus’ eyes closed.

His mana built as he focused on the residual, and once well known, mana of a long dead soul. He was Death. It wasn’t in his nature to give life. But that didn’t mean he was incapable of doing so, in his own twisted fashion. People said death was a terrible and unfair thing. That it took and stole. If that was the case, wasn’t taking someone from their peace by stealing them from death unfair? After all, to Alowishus' mind there was nothing more terrible than forcing someone to live.

The ground trembled and split open.

Bronn jumped to his feet. “What’s he doing?”

“You heard the Master. Revival.” Calen said, a look of awe washing over his face.

Bronn turned to Ellara. “This isn’t you, lass. I don’t know you well but I know that this isn’t you. You’ve spent your life serving the Clover Kingdom. Serving Jorah.”

Ellara looked at him. “My bed was made long ago.” Her eyes traveled back to her husband. “I must continue to lie in it.”

A great explosion of dirt and rock erupted in front of Alowishus. He crumbled to his knees, weakened from his efforts.

Calen, Ellara, and Misandre made for him. Bronn tore his gaze away from the scene. If he made a break for it, he might have a chance. The Mage blocking his magic had to have some sort of limit. If he could just get far enough away...

Before Bronn could take a step, the ground swallowed him up to his knees.

Alowishus looked over his shoulder at him. “You came all this way. It would be a shame if you left and missed everything.”

Bronn’s breath caught. The inky black pools of Alowishus' eyes were just how Teris had described Yami’s eyes when the force inside him took over.

Seeing his followers near, Alowishus ordered. “Stay back.”

Fingers digging into the soil, Alowishus closed his eyes. In his weakened state he could literally feel the thrum of life around him. It sicken him, the way he could could hear it cry out for mercy. The only mercy was death Alowishus thought; wishing someone would show Death such mercy.

Focusing and condensing his mana, Alowishus exhaled, pulling his mana out of him. A tarry, purple-black mass churned around him in a thick, volatile cloud. The surrounding trees and shrubs shriveled and fell over.

Bronn looked down at his hands, seeing them whither before his eyes. He had seen enough dead in various stages of decay to know what was happening.

“He’s taking our life force.” Bronn told the others.

“You’re already dead anyway.” Misandre said.

Ellara’s heart hammered in her chest, fear and excitement coursing through her veins. “The Master is only taking the life force of the earth. If we were any closer we’d have cause for concern. This far away. There will be no lasting effects.”

Bronn was about to appeal to Ellara again when Alowishus released a blood curling roar that shook the earth and very air they breathed.

With a shout, Alowishus pushed the collected life force into the residual mana of the long dead soul.

Still kneeling on the ground, Alowishus fell to all fours, spent.

“Watch him.” Ellara ordered the others before rushing to Alowishus. She knelt beside him and gripped his shoulder, helping him sit up on his knees. Her hand blackened and rotted at the contact. But she ignored the pain, certain her husband and Master would see her healed before she returned to her role as Advisor.

Alowishus panted, face pale from exertion. “I did it. I brought the dead to life.”

Ellara exhaled. Her concern for her husband growing as her fear over what he had attempted to do waned. Despite what Alowishus thought. It hadn’t worked. Captain Shadow Banashe did not stand before them.

“Help me up. I want to be on my feet when I see her for the last.” Alowishus said.

Ellara did as her Master bid, breathing through the mouth least she retch at the decaying stench of him.

Alowishus took a moment to steady himself before nudging her away. “Get back with the others.”

Ellara stepped back.

With the sun completely disappeared beneath the horizon it was difficult to see. That was until… A wild wind whipped up. Flashes of yellow lightening struck the ground in front of Alowishus, illuminating their surroundings.

A gold glowing ghost appeared. The specter looked down at her see through hands then up at the Master of the Agents of Chaos. “What have you done!”

Bronn and the Agents of Chaos stared at the long dead Captain of the Azure Deers.

“I told you, Shadow. I would have your heart.” Alowishus said.

A long ago memory of a lazy day sitting on a grassy knoll with the man she thought might be her future filled her mind.

“You’re beautiful, Shadow. Nearly magnificent.”

Shadow laughed. “Nearly magnificent? Is this how you woo all women?”

The handsome man she was slowly falling in love with took her hand and turned to her. “There are no other women. It is my goal to have you. I will have your heart, Shadow Banashe.”

Shadow shook her head and tried to step back. She tried to travel to the nearest light source; her method of light travel. But she couldn’t move or use her magic.

“Sorry. I was unable to fully restore you.” Alowishus apologized, almost tenderly.

Ellara stepped back involuntarily. She couldn’t believe Alowishus had actually done it. To bring someone so long dead back to life. It was truly extraordinary. Truly terrifying.

Shadow pleaded with the man before her. “Everard--

Alowishus cut her off. “I am no longer the man you knew, Shadow. My name is Alowishus Spade.”

“I don’t care what life you live. Or what name you use for it. You are Death.” Shadow spat.

“That I am.” Alowishus agreed. “I wish I had been around to warn you not to go on that mission. Dying down there couldn’t have been easy. But you saw to it that I was out of the picture; and as they say, it all worked out in the end, at least for me.”

“Please, Everard. Don’t do this. If you do this you will never come back from it. There will be no help for you.” Shadow told.

“I don’t need help. I need your heart. The essence of your power.” Alowishus said.

Shadow looked to those behind him. “Don’t let him do this! He’ll be unstoppable. He’ll see the world destroyed and all of existence with it.”

Alowishus’ eyes turned an iridescent black. “They won’t stop me. They couldn’t if they tried. But you are right, Shadow. And so was I.” His eyes returned to normal, expression softening for a fraction of a second. “You were nearly magnificent.” He said, recalling Yami and Teris on the morning of the Summer Solstice. “And once I devour you heart, there will be no stopping me. With your heart, I will be able to face the Ray of Annihilation with no fear. Poetic really. That the light magic user of the previous age would help me destroy this ages light magic user. Chaos has a way of bending Destiny to his will. Does he not?”

He thrust out an arm, hand piercing Shadow’s stomach to reach up under her ribs.

“I feel it.” Alowishus smiled. “Your essence. Your power. To think I once thought you beautiful and extraordinary. You are nothing, Shadow. Weak compared to Teris Nova. She is magnificent. The wheedler of Light itself. The perfect opposite of Darkness. She is fearsome and great. But with this.” He pulled his hand back holding Shadow’s heart which glowed brightly with a warm golden light. “With this I will be the Ray of Annihilation’s end and see the Lord of Destruction tear this paltry existence apart.”

Alowishus squeezed the heart.

Shadow screamed, her eyes glowing gold. Her heart, her mana, her very essence condensed in Alowishus' hand.

“Goodbye, my dear.” Alowishus whispered. His hand snapped shut.

Shadow’s phantom vanished.

The glow in Alowishus’ hand dimmed by half and spread throughout his body.

Alowishus gritted his teeth. He threw his head back in pain. His arms shot out wide and straight, body spamming violently. He was Death. He and Chaos had fathered the Darkness. He was the enemy and opposite of Life. And he had just taken in a fraction of the power of Life and Chaos’ own child. Light.

Alowishus collapsed to his hands and knees. Looking down at his hands he saw the once decaying flesh return to it’s previous state, taking on a healthy color the appendages had never had for as long as he’d worn them. He pulled up his sleeves where the scars from countless replacements were no longer heal-able. Those scars now faded and vanished.

“I did it.” Alowishus breathed, hardly able to believe it himself. He got to his feet and roared up at the sky. “I did it!”

If only his father and grandfather had been here to see. If only the skull he tormented, that tormented him in turn was active and awake for more than the three nights surrounding the new moon.

Ellara rushed to Alowishus and was caught up in his arms. Alowishus hugged her before setting her down and making his way to the rest of his followers and Bronn.

Bronn sneered at Ellara. “I see why you’re betraying Jorah and the Clover Kingdom. You’re more than a follower. Your part of his harem.” He glanced at Alowishus’. “You know she and one of my men constantly fuc--” Bronn choked, a mass of thorns swelling inside his throat.

“There’s no need to be crude, Vice Captain. You’re death will go that much easier for you if you don’t aggravate.” Alowishus said, ceasing the plant magic he could tap into through a replaced right foot.

Bronn spit out bloody thorns. His raw, cut throat and mouth turning his graveled voice hoarse. “You gonna pull out my heart too?”

“Of course not. But I will take your hands for Misandre.” Alowishus turned to Ellara. “You never said the Black Bulls Vice Captain had such ability and power. I would’ve ordered him taken. Especially after Erskin’s death.”

“I... was unaware.” Ellara said.

Bronn’s eyes narrowed. Ellara may not have known that he could hitch a ride with another Spatial Mage. But after years of mission reports, she had known he was a powerful and highly capable Spatial Mage. He was certainly better than the Spatial Mage they had towing them around.

“You knew.” Bronn said. “Mana level and magically ability was the only thing my no good father gave to me.”

Ellara turned on him. “You dare lie in your last hour of life? The only thing I knew you were good for was getting drunk and causing trouble.”

“Enough, wife.” Alowishus ordered.

“Wife?” Bronn echoed.

“The Vice Captain's perchance for falsehood is well known. There’s no reason that you wouldn’t have informed us of his ability when you knew Misandre could have used the help.” Alowishus said.

Ellara settled.

Misandre lowered her head and looked away.

“You’re married to this creep?” Bronn asked Ellara in disbelief. He shook his head. “Well if that doesn’t explain a lot. You could’ve done so much better, lass. He could be your what? Father? Grandfather?”

“Countless times over.” Alowishus said, though his followers only knew the half of it.

“Really?” Bronn looked up at him, squinting in the low moonlight. “You don’t look it. I mean you look like crap. But to be several decades older... I suppose you look halfway decent then.”

Calen stepped forward offended on his Master's behalf.

Alowishus lifted a staying hand. “They’re only words from a man who knows he’s about to die.”

Bronn gritted his teeth. The crazy bastard was right in that. He was dead no matter what he did. Was dead the moment he had hitched a ride and arrived here. He had been in enough fights to know when one was decided before it begun. Fighting would get him nothing but a messy, drawn out death. He’d be a liar if he said he didn’t fear death. But he was more concerned with bravely meeting his end.

Bronn sighed, roughly rubbing a hand over his face. “So this night really wasn’t about those two troublemakers, was it?”

Alowishus didn’t see a reason not to explain. Not when the Vice Captain couldn’t escape. Leaving a dead mans questions unanswered seemed heartless. And while his long life may have made him cruel, he wasn’t heartless.

“While any Winter Solstice will see Yami Sukehiro at his most connected to the force within him. A regular ritual of Darkness would not achieve our end goal of awakening Chaos. No. This night really wasn’t about Yami and Teris. The ritual that will see Darkness descend will be something as unique and extraordinary as Yami himself. Good attempt at keeping them safe though. I’m surprised they allowed themselves to be separated.” Alowishus taunted.

Bronn’s lip curled, remembering the fuss Yami and Teris had made. “They weren’t given a choice.”

His eyes skimmed the dry, dead earth and fallen trees. He wished he could warn Jax just how out of their depth they were. That despite all their care, Alowishus and his Agents of Chaos knew where Yami and Teris had been hidden. That their foe was so much more powerful than they could imagine. He wished he could grab and squeeze Yami’s neck one last time. Or better, fight him. He wished he could tell the Lord of Destruction to give those royals a right good lesson when he fought to free Black Sheep from her family. He wished he could be there when Yami and Teris invariably caused trouble as Vice Captain’s and tell Jax ‘I told you so’. But Bronn’s greatest wish was that he could hold Gilly one last time. That he could tell her how sorry he was he had broken his promise and wouldn’t be back to marry her.

“You seem like a nice man, Vice Captain.” Alowishus said.

“I’m not.” Bronn huffed. “Ask anyone. I’m a right old bastard.”

“Then I suppose you won’t tell us all that your Commander Greywright, Captain Jax, and Teris’ brother know and suspect.” Alowishus said.

“That’d be right.” Bronn said.

“It’s no matter. Ellara.” Alowishus commanded.

Ellara stepped in front of Bronn. Though her expression was haughty, her eyes held a sort of sadness. “Forgive me, Vice Captain. Forced memory access is hardly pleasant.”

“I think you’ll be the one finding it unpleasant, lass.” Bronn told.

Thinking he meant what she would find in his memories, Ellara’s eyes milked over. She screamed the instant her mind connected with his. The pain was like a hot poker being driven through her head into the center of her brain.

She staggered. Calen steadied her.

Bronn cried out, Alowishus magically compressing the earth that had swallowed the bottom half of his legs. The snapping of Bronn’s bones only slightly muffled by the compacted soil.

Holding her head, Ellara assured. “I’m alright.”

Alowishus allowed the ground to ease.

Bronn fell forward, arms holding him up. He forced a chuckle through the pain. “Warned you, didn’t I?”

“That was more than just a mind block.” Alowishus said.

“What? You think you’re the only one’s who can think of ways to hurt people? Me and my lot can get real creative when we have to.” Bronn told.

Alowishus sneered. “I should have figured.”

“Guess you’re not as smart and informed as you think you are.” Bronn sassed.

Ignoring the taunt, Alowishus turned to Ellara. “Are you alright?”

Ellara nodded. Though no longer hot, it still felt like a poker was lodged in her head.

“Misandre. See my wife home and bring Liva back before she does something out of Ellara’s character that might make someone question.” Alowishus ordered.

“What are you going to do?” Ellara asked, fighting a glanced at Bronn.

“Calen and I will make the Vice Captain's death as painful as possible, then take his hands and leave the rest for his people to find.” Alowishus looked down at Bronn with a sympathy that was ruined by a small smirk. “I’m sorry to say, you’ll be missing your wedding, Vice Captain.”

83.4

Yami stepped among an inky blackness that had no up or down, no beginning or end. He would’ve thought such a space would make him disoriented. Dizzy even. But he felt none of those things. After all this space was his and him at once.

He surveyed the expanse waiting for crazy, happy, killer voice to start going on about how Light could not survive without the Darkness. But it never happened. Instead he saw that all was not right within his space. There was a faint, flickering light far off in the void. He wanted to get closer to see what it was, and suddenly he was.

Yami found himself standing behind his grandmother. “Obāchan?”

The old woman turned to him. “It is time, Sukehiro.”

“Time for what?”

“I used what was left of my magic to save you when you were a babe. But there is magic in death. And I am here to bestow that magic upon you.” His Grandmother told.

Yami shook his head. “No. I won’t accept it.”

“It will serve me nothing, Sukehiro. I will die either way.”

“Why?” Yami asked.

“I am an old woman.” She said, keeping to herself just how old she was.

“Why give it to me?”

“You know why. You face a great foe.”

“What do you know of Alowishus Spade?” Yami asked.

“Nothing more than you do. But I know of his power. It is Death itself. The co-creator of your own power. Darkness. Why this very night he brought the dead to rise.”

“If he’s Death how can he do that?” Yami questioned.

“Similar to you, his power is heightened on the shortest day of the year. But be warned. His power is greatest on the night of the new moon.”

Yami shook his head again. “But they didn’t find us. Their plans--”

“I know nothing of their plans other than Chaos is slowly stirring and it is because of Death. He has somehow taken a piece of Lights essence--” “Teris...”

“Teris is fine. But now that Death has consumed a piece of Lights essence, she and the Light within her will not be able to stop him. The only hope this world has left is you.”

Yami laughed. He couldn’t help it. “Then the world is screwed. Sorry Obāchan, but I’m no hero.”

“Not even for Teris who you’re so fond of?”

“How do you--”

“I’m in your head, Sukehiro. I know what you know.”

“That’s a scary thought.” Yami quipped.

She felt her life slipping away. “We don’t have much time! Sukehiro. You won’t remember this. But you must tuck the knowledge away in your heart. You must believe the truth so you will have the power you need when the time comes. You do not have to lose yourself to the Darkness. Like Death now does, you will have your own essence of Light with you when it is time. Use it. That essence will be enough to keep you grounded. It will make you remember who you are, and what you exist for. It will bring you back from the Brink.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

She took up his left hand and kiss his thumb. “You will. Never forget your chosen purpose. And never forget who you are. You carry the magic of three worlds within you. You are the seventh son of a seventh son of a seventh son. You are Darkness and the lover of Light.”

“I don’t want to forget! Don’t leave me!”

She stepped to him pulling him into an embrace. “You have a hard road ahead, but I know you will make it. You have done so well. I am so very proud of you, Sukehiro.”

With her last breath she pressed her lips to Yami’s forehead, channeling the magic of Death into him, and faded away.

I really hope you all enjoyed the end of what’s been my favorite arc of the fic to write thus far. If you did, please leave a comment. And THANK YOU to those who have recently left comments or re-blogged. They really mean a lot.

So who noticed my hints, and had doubts that this was Yami’s time? Did any of you pick-up on my death flags/warnings for Bronn? Any thoughts or theories on what’s to come? Questions are always welcomed.

Looking over stuff as I prepared to post the end of Book I, titled ‘Light’, I noticed the end of chapter3 was cut short. Why did no one tell me??! SORRY!!! It’s only a few lines, but it’s now fixed and complete over on ao3.

This fic will be taking a three week break. We’ll resume Tuesday posting on ***February 2*** and start Book II, titled ‘Dark’, off with a 3month time-skip and drama at the Star Awards Festival.

#yami sukehiro #julius novachrono #Black Clover #light in the darkness

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Here’s an old Christmas smut one shot.

This is a AU featuring Merle and Sam from Sweet Hereafter, an if they met before type fic (you don’t need to read SH but it’s kinda fun to see them before).

If you’ve read Sweet Hereafter this is based ten years prior to the zombie out break. It is pretty much smut, fyi. This is a stand alone one shot that may or may not turn into something depending on reactions. Let me know your thoughts.

I don’t own the walking dead etc. OC and non canon stuff is mine.

Story contains lyrics and title is inspired from “If you want trouble” by Nick Waterhouse

On any given day Merle could find trouble. Whether it was booze, blow or broads, if he wanted it, he could find it. Trouble came easy for most Dixons but Merle was a professional hellion.

He could saunter into any shithole bar, in any asscrack of Georgia town and walk out with not only a goodie bag full of drug cocktails but a piece of tail to do them with.

It was easy, always was and probably always would be but that Christmas Eve night when the bars door opened with a groan and slammed shut with a obnoxious screech, a type of trouble walked in that would have Merle on his knees begging for it.

He stood at the end of the long sticky bar top, a beer bottle hanging loosely in his hand and cigarette tucked behind his ear. He had just finished working an odd job at a nearby packaging warehouse. They’d needed extra help for the holidays and he made a quick grand loading 18 wheelers with over priced bullshit for suburbanites. He was at the bar blowing through some of that hard earned cash when he saw her. His head lolled to the side, his piercing baby blues taking in the lean blonde swaying her way through the crowded tables. She sided up to the bar ordering a Jack and Coke from Martinez the resident pint slinger. Her blonde hair was haphazardly pulled back, tendrils falling onto the shoulders of her leather jacket.

Merle peered over and saw her curved ass painted in worn denim perched on the barstool, her boot clad foot braced on the kick rail. She was pale but her cheeks were flushed from the cold air whipping through the darkened streets. Her plump lips cupped the glasses rim as she sipped her drink. She was sexy as fuck and looked like she could chew a man up and spit him to the side.

He wanted her.

Wanted her bent over a stationary object so he could rail into her. Spread open and wet for him.

Fuck, his cock throbbed at just the thought of seeing her soft thighs and perky tits. He hadn’t seen such a good looking woman in the whole state of Georgia, which said a lot since he spent most his time drifting all over those rolling hills.

Merle smirked at Martinez who was leaning towards her, his Latin charm in full swing. He could tell the blonde was unimpressed but gladly taking her free refill from the overconfident man.

Deciding it was time to see just what kind of girl he was checking out, Merle strolled over, sliding into the seat next to her. He leaned in close, his arm braced on the back of her barstool.

“Martinez botherin’ ya Sugar?” He drawled a slow grin curling his lips. She cocked an eyebrow and asked, “Your name Martinez too?”

Snorting Merle rasped sarcastically, “Do I look brown enough to be a fuckin’ Maaaartinez?”

“I figured Martinez was a code word for asshole or something.” She snarked sipping her drink. Merles eyes narrowed and asked, “Ya callin’ me an asshole Sugar?”

“Yes. Now can I drink in peace?”

Merle waved a hand dismissively and grunted, “Nah it’s Christmas Eve. Nobody should be alone on Christmas.”

“I don’t believe in Christmas.” she grumbled her finger swiping through the sweat on her glass. Chuckling Merle rasped, “Ya should. Saint Nick hooked ya up this year, ol’ Merle’s here t'keep ya company.”

“Oh really? Sounds like I got jipped.”

“Now that ain’t nice Sugar.” Merle pouted, his lip out before slowly grinning, “How bout ya tell me your name and we get t'know one anotha.”

“Names none of your damn business and I prefer to drink alone.” She growled, her eyes cutting to his angrily.

“Ya know what they say bout drinkin’ alone dontcha?” Merle teased, raising his eyebrow comically.

“No what?” She retorted, her lip curled into a sneer. Merle couldn’t get over how sexy she was while being a bitch. He wanted to suck on her snarling lip, maybe even bit it until she squirmed.

“That it’s boring as fuck.” He spoke plainly then suggested, “Now how ‘bout I buy ya another ‘n we go play a round of pool.”

Rolling her eyes, the woman threw back the last of her drink and conceded, “I’m not one to turn down free booze. Pony up old man.”

“Hey now! I ain’t no old man. Sugar.”

“It’s Sam not Sugar and I don’t give a shit s'long as you’re payin’.” She responded before sliding off the barstool and sauntering over to the pool tables. Merle watched her sexy ass sway over to the green felt tables and lean a curved hip against the edge. Two men were playing and only half way through the game when she batted her gorgeous blue eyes at them. Merle snorted as he watched them trip over themselves to set the table up for her and get her a cue.

“She looks more dangerous than you Dixon.” Martinez commented setting down another round of drinks.

“Pfft. I’ll take ‘er home by last call.” Merle rasped with a cocky grin, adding, “Bet ya tonight’s tab she walks out on my arm.”

Chuckling the bartender nodded, “A'right I’ll take that bet and a counter, I bet she lays you out flat when ya try.”

Rolling his eyes Merle joked, “Ain’t no girl knockin’ a Dixon out. Got a jaw of steel.”

Walking away with their drinks he met up with Sam at the tables. The two men currently trying their hand at winning the blonde over gave him the stink eye when he handed her another drink.

“Bout fucking time. I’m going crazy listening to these numb nuts try and teach me how to play pool.”

“Well ya heard the lady boys, fuck off and find some other cooze to hassle.” Merle dismissed the men, giving them a cocky sneer.

“Are you calling me a cooze?” She asked with a irritated wrinkle in her forehead.

“Well ya got a nice pair of tits 'n I’m just assumin’ but I bet ya got a nice slice of pie too. So yeah cooze.”

“I’m gonna need a whole lot more alcohol to put up with your shit Merle.” Sam sighed before gulping her latest drink. “Better keep your tab open.”

“My pleasure, now get your sexy ass over there and break.”

Sam took the cue from the table and stood at the end, her lithe body leaning over to break the triangle formation of balls. He licked his bottom lip, biting it almost bloody as her shirt dipped showing off delicious looking cleavage. The thought of licking up the curve and biting down on the narrow column of her neck had Merle adjusting his jeans. He watched as she broke the table up, the balls spreading out and a solid falling into a corner pocket.

“Good girl,” he rasped, sipping his beer watching her move easily around the table. The woman was hot and could apparently play a mean game of pool because it took a few shots before Merle had a turn. He watched her lean casually against the table, her ass perched on the edge while she gulped the last of her drink.

“Should slow down Sugar. I want ya walking out on my arm not thrown over my shoulder.” He gave her a toothy grin while sinking a stripe into a pocket. Sam rolled her eyes and retorted, “Who says I’ll be leaving with you of all people.”

“Well you’re stickin’ around to play a game with me, drinking my booze.”

“So you buy me drinks and I owe you?” Sam sneered.

Chuckling while taking a shot he drawled, “Nah just means you’re enjoyin’ my company.”

Snorting she dead panned, “No it means I enjoy booze.”

Laughing gruffly Merle nodded while shrugging lazily. “S'pose so but ya coulda drank at the bar but now you’re playin pool with me.”

“So I like pool doesn’t mean you’re getting anywhere near my 'slice of pie’.” Sam imitated his drawl while repeating his catch phrase. Merle grinned and swaggered closer, his head cocking to the side as he approached drawling slow and thick, “I guaran-goddamn-tee you’d enjoy me being reeeal close to your pie. So much so you’d ache for me later.”

“Oh really?” She breathed clearing her throat and suggested, “maybe I’m a lesbian.”

“You? A carpet muncher?” Merle laughed gruffly, rubbing a hand over his rough jaw, “Nah. I got a feelin’ most broads don’ like ya. I see all the other cats hissing in the room. They don’t seem t'like the competition.”

“Yeah well maybe I don’t like sex at all. Maybe I’m celibate.”

“Doubt it.” He drawled, his finger curling in her belt loop, pulling her closer. He listened to her breathing kick up and watched her cheeks flush. He could feel the heat radiating off her as he rasped quietly, “Ya like sex. I can tell these things.”

“Pffft.” Sam huffed pushing him away while picking up his beer and taking a swig “Like booze more.” She muttered as she dropped another ball in a corner pocket.

They played two games, both of which Merle won by the skin of his teeth. Sam drank more than he thought possible for a woman her size and was still on her feet. Her words were slower but she was far from a slurring drunken mess. She either drank heavily often or had some super powers that burned off alcohol rapidly.

“I wanna dance.” She announced turning on her heel to saunter over to the jukebox. Merle watched her scan through all the different available tracks and drop a few coins in, her fingers pushing her choice.

The music picked up a guitar and horn sounding song with jazzy drums. It wasn’t something Merle would ever listen to, being more of a hard rock stereotypical redneck music fan. However it made Sam sway her little ass across the dance floor so it might be the best song Merle had ever heard. He felt his feet moving before his mind caught up, the idea of holding onto those supple curves while she gyrated intoxicated him.

“If you want trouble

You got it”

Merle had never heard a more accurate song lyric in all his life. Fucking hell he didn’t just want it, he needed it. He watched her turn as he approached, her eyes hooded and predatory, her hips swaying and dipping. Her hands were sliding up her curves and over her head, twisting together into her hair seductively. Reaching forward Merle grabbed her hips, his fingers curling under her belt to yank her against his front making her squeak and giggle. Merle grinned wolfishly at the sound, “C'mere Sugar. Wanna feel ya.”

“Said you been thinking all night about it

Well if you look you know where I’ll be”

Sam’s soft body stretched out along his broad frame. Her hands slid up his chest to grasp the back of his neck, her blunt nails scraping along the back of his head. He grunted at the overwhelming sensation and warned, “Careful girl.” Sam smirked at him while swirling her hips to the bass.

“If if you want trouble yeah, trouble

If you want trouble.”

Her damn blue eyes looked dark as pitch and the friction of her lithe body swaying against his had Merle rock hard.

“Sugar, ya got no fuckin’ idea how sexy ya are.” He drawled softly, his breath ghosting over the curve of her ear. His hand stroked its way to her lower back, fingertips sliding under the hem of her shirt to touch soft skin. Applying the barest of pressures had Sam plastered to his chest, a tiny gasp catching his ear. Merle didn’t dance and probably never would have but Sam had him shuffling with her to the music, her body curling around his. She let her hands drag down his broad shoulders, her nimble fingers touching the edges of his shirt sleeve. Merle swallowed thickly as his groin pulsed with need. She wasn’t doing anything sexual, just the warmth of her fingertips was enough to cause a throb inside him. Soon her hands were sliding along his stomach making his abs twitch until they curled into the leather of his vest, pulling him closer.

“You got moves old man.” She rasped, her voice low and breathy. Merle chuckled and whispered hoarsely “ya got no fuckin’ idea girl. No fuckin’ idea.”

Letting his lips graze the sensitive skin behind her ear Merle heard her panting, the sexy woman obviously as turned on as he was. The song slowed and eventually ended, leaving them standing there staring at each other, both sounding breathless.

“Let’s get outta here. Got some party favors back at my place.” Merle rasped hoarsely, ticking his head to the exit door as his fingers stroked her lower back. Sam hummed to herself, lips pursed slightly. He could see her tossing the idea around in her pretty little head before she responded, “I gotta make a stop first.”

“A'right.” Merle agreed quickly, anything to get her alone and with less clothing. He, gripped her hand and began pulling her out of the bar. Giving Martinez the one finger salute and a cocky grin, Merle hollered, “Thanks for the drinks Marty.”

The man’s eyes narrowed and he shook his bald head while drying a pint glass. “Fuck you Dixon.”

The couple headed outside to Merle’s motorcycle as Sam looked at him dubiously. “Are you too drunk to drive this thing without killing me? I kinda like having skin on my face.” She asked with a worried expression.

Merle chuckled, “Girl I’ve been ridin’ drunk since before you were a twinkle in you pa’s eye.”

“First off, there ain’t been no twinkle in my sperm donors eye in his whole goddamn life and you aren’t that much older than me.”

“A girl with daddy issues, surprise surprise.” He muttered before asking, “How old are then?”

He climbed on and held an arm out to help her balance. Sam swung her leg over and replied, “22.”

“Well I got a dozen years on ya, girl.” Merle replied, his eyebrows raised.

“Fuck off Merle.” She sneered playfully.

“Ya always a bitch?”

“Nah. Just to assholes like you.” She quipped from behind him, her arms squeezing him tightly.

Merle could tell she was smiling and didn’t let her rude words effect him. Instead he chuckled and drawled, “A'right where to, smart ass?”

“Fifth and main.”

Merle cocked an eyebrow at the location. His dealer was located at fifth and main but it seemed odd for her to know Crowley. He’d never seen her in town before, let alone hanging out at that low life’s place.

“What ya gotta do there?”

“Just dropping something off.” She answered vaguely, “Sooner we get 'er done the sooner we can relax for the evening.”

Merle could picture her eyebrow cocked suggestively, her lip bitten pink. Kick starting the bikes engine they peeled out fast and hard, gravel spitting out behind them. Ten minutes later they pulled up to fifth and main and sure enough she strolled towards Crowley’s. “Stay here.” She told him as she slide off the bike expertly.

“I don’t think ya should go in there alone darlin’.”

“Stay here.” She repeated over her shoulder without a backwards glance.

Merle watched her lean against the doorframe and knock, waiting for the scumbag to answer. When the door opened Crowley looked irritated at first but then frightened. Merle climbed off instantly but watched in rapt attention as Sam punched he dealer in the face and pushed him back inside. Merle jogged up the steps and made it inside before she kicked the door closed.

“I said stay outside,” Sam growled before pulling out a handgun from her purse.

“Jesus sugar. Whatcha doin’?”

“Dropping off a message.” She growled, her gun aimed at the dealer’s head.

Crowley was sitting on the staircase holding a bloodied nose. Sam stood in front of him and spoke evenly and calmly. “Now Fuckhead, I’m sure you’re aware of why I’m here…”

The lowlife drug dealer nodded and mumbled through his hand, “Yeah. Look I’m sorry.”

“Fuck your sorries. He wants his fucking money. Not next week, not tomorrow. Right fucking now.”

“I don’t…”

“You do. Don’t lie you nutless bitch. I didn’t travel 100 miles to the armpit of Georgia for no goddamn reason.” She growled kicking him in leg, “now get your dumb fucking ass up and take me to your hideyhole and get me the fucking money.”

Crowley sighed and crawled to his feet, pushing himself up with a groan. Merle stood there shocked at the dramatic change in events. He’d planned on getting high and fucking the day lights out of Sam but now Merle stood as she threatened some assholes life for some kinda of crime boss.

“Stay Merle. I fucking mean it.” She ordered following the guy into the back of the house. Merle stood there feeling awkward for the first time in a long time. He wasn’t used to being bossed around but the bitch had a gun and didn’t seem to mind threatening people with it. Moments later he heard her returning, her gun tucked away and her bag slung heavily over her back.

“Don’t try this again Crowley or I’ll come back and be less than nice to you.”

“Ok, ok. I promise.”

“Fuck off.” She mumbled walking out of the house and towards his bike. Merle looked back at his dealer and drawled, “Hey man, I didn’t know she was… Whatever she is.”

“Run from that bitch Merle. She’s a goddamn psycho.”

They pulled up in front of Merle’s apartment complex and climbed off the bike. Merle looked her over and watched as she pulled out a cigarette and lit up, blowing smoke to the side. He took her offered smoke and cupped the flame of her lighter, inhaling slow and deep. Staring at Sam he spoke through his exhale, “So who are ya and whaddya do?”

Rolling her eyes she teased, “I’m Sam and I pick things up and drop things off.”

Snorting he drawled, “No shit. Who do ya work for?”

“A boss just like everybody else. I’m not here to fucking gossip Merle.” She responded before flicking her spent butt away and tilting her head towards the building, “We going in or am I calling a cab?”

Merle sucked the last of his smoke away and dropped it to the ground. He strolled inside, climbing the narrow stairway with Sam following him. They got to his door and he unlocked it, ushering her in first. His brother was drinking a beer and watching some program about cars. Daryl’s narrowed eyes took in the sight of Sam and then his eyes land on Merle. He could see his little brother was shocked at the quality of girl he brought home. Merle was the first to admit he didn’t have high standards of the quality of his pussy, he was a quantity not quality type guy. Sam was not only beautiful but she had turned out to be quick as a whip and unafraid to trade barbs. It didn’t even piss him off when she jabbed back at him. It was refreshing. Not to mention he now knew she was straddling the line of the law just like him.

“I don’t do three ways Merle if that’s your plan.” She snarked throwing her bag onto the chair by the couch. Daryl’s eyes widened and he looked like he was going to run away.

“Don’t worry bout Daryl. He ain’t no ladies man.” Merle rasped heading into the kitchen to grab a couple beers. Daryl huffed out an angry breath at Merle’s comment but didn’t respond. Sam however spoke up, “Why the fuck not? He’s the better looking brother.”

Merle stomped out and growled, “Now that’s fuckin’ bullshit and mean.”

Sam snorted, “What? He is, maybe I wanna trade up.”

“Sugar I bought fucking drinks all night. Ya ain’t swapping brothers.”

“First off I don’t owe you shit for buying me drinks all night. Second you didn’t even fucking buy them, you won a bet on if I’d leave with you sooooo technically my ass bought the goddamn drinks.”

Daryl watched them argue before picking up his beer and strolling into his room, his door shutting with a resounding click.

Sam smirked and asked, “He always shy?”

Nodding Merle flopped down on the other side of the sofa he asked, “So come on, who do ya work for?”

Huffing out an indignant breath, “No offense but fuck off. I’m not telling you shit.”

Merle rasped, “Sugar, ya owe me an answer.” Laughing she took a gulp of beer and sighed, “I don’t owe you shit.”

“Crowley’s my connection, he ain’t gonna be too pleased with me now. Ya owe me.”

Rolling her eyes Sam sipped her beer before stating, “I work for his boss. I take care of some deliveries. Messages or packages. I’m not telling you names and shit.”

“Fine. How the fuck did ya get involved in this shit?”

“Crowley’s boss is… was my boyfriend.”

Merle eyes widened and he shot up, “What the fuck?! Ya didn’t tell me ya got an old man let alone some fuckin’ drug lord.”

“Pfft. Drug lord my ass. The guys an asshole who I’m dumping now that I got cash to take off with.”

Furrowing his brow he drawled, “So what, you’re takin’ Crowley’s money and runnin’?”

“Yeah. So no worries about him coming after you, he’ll be too busy chasing me.” Sam joked but he could see the strain behind her mask.

“He gonna come after ya?”

“Well I’m stealing from him and dumping his stupid ass.”

“Where ya goin’?” Merle asked wondering if she actually had a plan of if she was just winging it.

“Don’t know. North. Tired of this shit hole state.”

Merle hummed the knowledge and leaned back chugging his beer. Setting it to the side he pat his lap an rasped, “C'mere Sugar. Let’s celebrate your last night in town.”

Sam smirked and set her bottle down asking, “Where are these party favors?”

“Whatcha want? Weed, a lil crystal or oxys?”

Sam snorted, “Weed. I like my teeth and Oxys are for fucking hillbillies.”

Merle glared at her and drawled, “Fuck you.”

“That’s the goal right?” She quipped pulling off her boots and tossing her jacket to the side. Merle got distracted as she sat back down, her shirt highlighting her curved tits and narrow waist.

“Gonna just stare at me all night old man? Ya havin a stroke?”

“God you’re such a bitch.” He muttered pulling out his weed stash from the coffee table. He packed the tiny bowl and handed it over with a lighter. He watch Sam pull a deep hit, her eyes closed as she held it for a few seconds. Her eyes slide open as she blew the pungent smoke to the side. Handing it back Merle took a deep pull and relaxed back into the sofa. After a few passes the bowl was spent and the pair were zoning out. Merle’s head lolled to the side and he saw her smirking at him.

“What?”

“I was lying.” She stated with a tiny grin.

Raising an eyebrow he drawled, “Bout what?”

“Trading up.”

Smiling widely he asked, “Oh yeah? He ain’t better looking?”

“I didn’t say that I just meant I wouldn’t trade up. I kinda like your big mouth. He’s too quiet.” She joked with a twinkle in her eyes.

“Pffft. Such a twat.”

Sam laughed loudly and sighed, “I love that word. Twwwwwat.”

Merle snorted and reached out, pulling on her wrist. Sam crawled over to straddle his lap. He groaned as her ass pressed against his semi. She cocked an eyebrow and the rolled her hips against his obvious arousal making him moan loudly, his head falling back against the couch cushion.

“What? Been showin’ off your tits, which by the way ya got a nice set on ya.” He slid his hands up her ribs, his large palms cupping her breasts as his thumbs ran across her nipples. Merle felt them harden under his touch making his hands flex, squeezing her chest firmly. Sam moaned leaning forward, her mouth delving into his. Merle cupped the back of her head, tangling his fingers into her blonde hair. He pulled her closer, fisting the soft locks as he ravaged her mouth. “Goddamn you taste good.” He groaned, his hips thrusting upwards in between her thighs.

“Mmhhm.” She moaned, pulling back to strip her shirt off. Merle growled at the sight of her full creamy tits almost overflowing out of a see-through black lace bra.

“Jesus Sugar. Your tits should be illegal.” His hands stroked her shoulders before curling his fingers under the straps of her bra, dragging them down her arms. The cups of her bra fell and out poured her pale breasts. Merle groaned before cupping her, his mouth sucking and biting the delicate curve of her tits before sucking her pink nipple into his hot mouth. Sam moaned at the motions, her hips rolling against his lap. He couldn’t help but thrust upwards, his hands gripping her hips to push her down against his rock hard cock.

“Fucking Christ Sugar.” He muttered, moving his mouth up her neck until he reached her swollen lips. Their tongues battled for control as their hands gripped onto each other. Merle wrapped his arms around her waist before standing up to head to his room. Sam secured her legs around his body and braced her arms across his shoulders. He grasped her ass, his fingers kneading the flesh as he walked, his mouth nipping and sucking on her neck. Once in his bedroom he tossed her onto the bed making her giggle.

Merle smirked and pulled his shirt off, his hands going to his belt instantly. He watched as she unhooked her bra and then peeled off her ridiculously tight pants. She was completely naked, spread out across his mattress. He drank her in, the soft line of her thighs and dip of her waist. Her hair was splayed out on the dark sheets like some kind of angelic temptress. She was so goddamn beautiful Merle could barely keep his hands from grabbing her like a desperate crackhead on payday looking to score.

“Fucking christ you’re sexy.” He rasped stepping out of his jeans. Crawling onto the bed over her, Merle let his nose graze her thigh and waist. His tongue tasting her warm skin and his teeth nipping along the way. Sam moaned as Merle’s large palms stroked and squeezed her ass while rutting against her wet heat.

“Fuck old man, you still have moves.” She groaned as he placed open mouth kisses along her neck before sucking and biting her earlobe.

Merle chuckled, rolling his hips between her spread thighs. “Ain’t done anything yet girl. M'gonna make you scream my name Sugar.”

Sam kissed him deeply, her tongue sliding against his while her hands gripped his neck. Merle was drowning in her scent and taste. She was a siren and he couldn’t help but want to fall to his knees and worship every fucking inch of her.

“Please… more.” Sam begged, her legs wrapping around his waist to squeeze him closer. Merle groaned as his overheated skin slid against her wet lips.

“Fuck. Lemme. Git somethin’.” He growled his accent thick and slow, pulling away to get a condom. Merle hated to do it but he wasn’t getting Sam knocked up or giving her something from his checkered past.

Soon he was sitting back on his heels to watch his cock slid inside her tight body. Merles mouth dropped open as he panted, the sight of her engulfing him was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.

“Jesus.” he gasped while rocking into her slowly. Sam’s whole body arched off the mattress and a deep flush crawled up her chest to her cheeks.

“Oh my god.” She moaned her nails biting into his shoulders, red marks blossoming on his tan skin. “Fuck.. Merle. Move goddamnit. ”

Laughing he began rocking faster, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force. Merle clenched his jaw and his neck muscle strained at the intense sensation of her hot walls sucking him in. “Sugar. How the fuck…” He panted, sweat dripping along his temple, “are you so.. goddamn… tight.”

Sam laughed breathily, her pelvis rising off the bed to meet his snapping hips. He couldn’t figure out what was overwhelming him more, her tight hot walls or the look in her eyes. The deep blue was almost non existent with her blown pupils. A sharp gasp exited her parted lips before every muscle in her lithe frame seized. The tension snapped and Sam came harder than any woman Merle had ever felt. Her walls gripped his dick by the root making him growl like a feral animal. The sounds she was making made his eyes roll back in his head.

“Mother of..” He groaned while plunging as deep as physically possible, his body bowed over her. His jaw snapped shut as brilliant light flashed behind his clenched eyes. Within moments his body released, his cock pulsing and throbbing, every muscle and bone becoming gelatinous.

Blood pounded in his ears as he blinked sweat out of his eyes. Sam was panting, her hooded gaze looking thoroughly satisfied.

“Well fuck.” She muttered letting out a snort. Merle cocked an eyebrow and rasped hoarsely, “Whatcha laughin at.”

“I guess age brings experience yeah?”

Barking out a dry laugh Merle rolled off of her and reached for his cigarettes. “Bes’ not question my prowess again Sugar, I’ll tan that sexy ass.”

Sam’s laugh was a combination of a giggle and a snort. Obnoxiously cute. Merle couldn’t stop from trying to make her do it just to hear it again. He’d never spent much time with a woman after sex, it was a new situation but not unpleasant. They lay together tangled in sheets chatting about nothing and everything.

“I swear t'christ I never seen so much blood come outta a guys nose before.” He chuckled finishing up an anecdote about a bar fight. Sam smirked and crawled over him, straddling his hips. “My big tough redneck.” She purred with a playful glint in her eye. Merle chuckled gripping her face to pull her mouth to his. He twirled his tongue against her, the taste of her sweet mouth filling his.

“Fuck old man you know how to kiss.” She moaned as his mouth trailed along her soft neck.

“Girl ya haven’t even felt these lips between those soft thighs yet..” He drawled, trailing his tongue down the curve of her collarbone. “Got no idea the things I can do to ya.”

“Fuck Merle.” She moaned at the statement, her hips rolling against his. “Show me… Please.”

Muffling a laugh against her chest Merle rasped, “since ya said please.”

Merle woke to the smell of something cooking and the thump of a cabinet door. He wrinkled his brow looking at the mattress to see it empty. Rolling out of bed he pulled on a pair of boxers and tank top before sauntering into the kitchen. Sam was standing at the stove cooking potatoes and some kind of meat. She was wearing his beat up flannel that landed mid thigh and nothing else. He licked his lip at the sight of her bare legs and the memory of what was underneath the worn cotton.

Daryl was sitting at the table his head resting against wall as he watched her cook. Merle cocked an eyebrow and asked, “whatcha cooking? We don’t got shit here.”

She smirked and snarked, “yeah I noticed, you two live on pizza and beer Huh?”

Laughing Merle walked up behind her, his hands sliding along her hips and his chin resting on her shoulder. Looking down he saw she had found some frozen venison and was making a hash with potatoes.

“You had two potatoes and some kind meat. Deer?”

Grunting in response he reached over to grab a piece but she smack his hand with the spoon and snapped, “Hands off old man.”

Daryl snorted and got the stink eye from Merle for it. “Bes stop calling me old man after last night.”

Laughing she bumped him with her hip to reach the cupboard with plates. Sam served them both a pile of meat and hash before giving herself a smaller portion. They sat at the tiny card table eating silently.

“So what’s on the agenda then? Ya skippin town?” Merle asked wiping his hand across his mouth when done. Sam shrugged and mumbled through a mouthful of food, “yeah. S'pose I should high tail it the fuck out of here soon. Words Gonna get back I picked up cash.”

Daryl’s face looked confused but he didn’t ask. Merle rolled his eyes and drawled, “Sam here is on the run.”

Before he could explain the sound of a phone ringing in the living room had Sams fork pause mid bite. Standing up she grabbed her bag, pulling out the black device. Pursing her lips she answered, “ lo”?“

Merle watched her roll her eyes as the person spoke and answer, “I needed a couple days to myself. I picked up and I’ll be back tomorrow night probably.”

There was a long pause while she listened before she snapped, “well I don’t give a fuck. I’m not some goddamn house pet.”

Merle looked at Daryl who asked, “Who she runnin from?”

“Some drug dealer, she fucking rolled Crowley last night for money.”

Daryl’s eyebrows almost touched his hairline at the statement. “Ya just watch?”

“What could I do? She had already punched him and had him at gunpoint.”

“Jesus Merle whatcha getting involved in this shit.”

“You seeing what I’m seeing baby brother? Look at that fucking ass and let me tell ya she knows what to do with those goddamn curves.”

“Yeah I heard.” He muttered finishing his food. Merle chortled at the statement and went back to listening to her. The conversation had cooled off and she was placating the boyfriend, “alright. I’ll call you tonight and be home tomorrow evening.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She muttered hanging up without a goodbye.

Strolling back into the kitchen she sat down and drawled, “well I’m gonna head out soon. Can I get a ride back to my car?”

Merle rode over to the bar with Sam wrapped around him, her hands splayed across his taut stomach. She was drawing small circles along his tshirt making his jeans tighten and groin ache. He didn’t want her to leave yet which was an odd feeling to have since he didn’t give a shit about most people. It had always been him and Daryl against the world and the idea that he wanted more was foreign.

As they pulled up they found that her car was gone and there was a pile of broken glass where her window had been busted out.

“Well fuck.” She muttered climbing off the bike. “That sucks.”

Merle laughed at her bored tone, “could say that again. We reporting it to the cops?”

“Fuck no. It wasn’t even mine.”

“What do you mean?”

“I stole it a few towns over,” she confessed shrugging while pulling out a pack of smokes, “guess I’m looking for a new ride.”

Merle barked out a gruff laugh, taking her offered smoke and drawled, “I’m thinkin’ ya may be trouble, Sugar.”

Sam smirked while exhaling, her lips curled and eyes bright, “You’ve got no fucking idea how right you are, old man.”

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