#have fun in stairwells in the future c:

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Robby NSFW Alphabet

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A: Aftercare

Robby’s aftercare is ON POINT. He’s a huge cuddler and loves to have the chance to take care of someone who really appreciates it and takes care of him in return. He will get a soft, damp cloth and clean you off before pulling you onto his chest and wrapping you both up in tons of blankets. He likes to pet your hair while you fall asleep, and hold you so that no one can hurt you while you’re in such a vulnerable state. He knows, realistically, that no one is gonna jump out of the closet and attack you, but it makes him feel needed. 

B: Body Part

His favorite body part of yours is your hands. He loves holding them up next to his and comparing, he loves holding your hand, and he loves when your hand is wrapped around his cock while y’all are in private. He can’t help but look at your left hand and picture a pretty ring on that finger, imagining the beautiful future he wants to have with you. His favorite body part of his is his butt. The boy works out, and he knows how much you like it. He honestly never noticed his butt before, whether it was nice or not, until you started pointing it out, and now he walks around in leggings just to get your attention!

C: Cum

He likes to cum in your mouth. Blowjobs make him feel like he’s in heaven, and when you swallow, it makes Robby feel like you’re accepting him and worshipping him like no one ever has before. He also likes to finish inside you (wrap it up) because of how intimate it is. Not part of the prompt, but he loves to make you sit on his face and cum all over his mouth, dirty boy. 

D: Dirty Secret

Robby has always wanted to try more public sex. The thought of getting caught riles him to no end, and he gets so turned on by the idea of holding his hand over your mouth in a janitor’s closet so people walking past don’t hear your moans. If you wanted to try it, y’all would start small, like your backyard, and work your way up, but if you weren;t into it, that’s fine with him too. 

E: Experience

He’s decently experienced. Robby had a one night stand or two before he met Mr. Larusso, when he hung out with those hooligans, but it never meant anything. With you, it’s his first time doing it with feelings involved, and he was blown away by how much better it was that way. He was experienced enough to not bust in T-2 minutes, but he still had a lot to learn about taking his time and making sure you both enjoyed it. With the other girls, it was always about doing it to impress his friends so he never thought much about how it felt, for him or her. You have to teach him that porn isn’t realistic, and that it takes time to feel good. He’s a fast learner though. 

F: Favorite Position

He loves a good 69, lying down or standing ;) bc he’s strong like that. He also likes taking you from behind while he holds you up against him by your neck, and his other hand playing with your nipples or clit. Add a mirror, and you have the hottest sex either of you had ever had. 

G: Goofy

He can be goofy during foreplay or aftercare, but Robby likes to keep it more intimate and serious during actual sex. He wants you to know that he takes you seriously, and thinks that you guys are goofy all the time, so he wants sex to be loving and heartfelt. Drunk sex can be goofy, but most of the time, he keeps it mature. 

H: Hair

He will shave it off every once in a while and let it get stubbly for a couple weeks, then shave again. Robby HATES ingrown hairs, so he doesn’t like to shave every day, but he thinks just trimming makes it look sloppy. He settles for shaving every couple weeks. He literally doesn’t even notice when you don’t shave, so obviously he doesn’t care about that. Like he’s so caught up in the moment that you could put a little blue wig down there and he wouldn’t notice. 

I: Intimacy

So growing up, Robby never really had people that cared a lot about him. Because of this, he lives for intimate moments. Just you guys lying on his bed playing with each other’s hair makes him swoon. He’s a romantic guy, and would definitely go all out with flower petals, candles, champagne, and bubble baths if it were a special occasion. He wants you to know that he loves you, and wants to make sure you know how much he loves you. 10/10 romance. 

J: Jack off 

He did it a lot before he met you, but now he prefers you. He really doesn’t feel the need to jack off because you guys are together so often. If he starts thinking about you in the shower or something, maybe he would, but he’d rather just text you to come over. 

K: Kink

So Robby is a switch. When he’s feeling more dominant, he loves to spank you with his hands, a paddle, or his karate belt. He gets off on the fact that you trust him so much to hold your pleasure and pain in his hands. He would never go too far, but he loves how wet you get after a light spanking. When Robby is more sub, he likes when you boss him around. Telling him how exactly to pleasure you, pulling his face further into your core. Making him get on his knees and watch as you pleasured yourself. He worships you. 

L: Location

At first, a bed. But after you guys have sex on a beach at night one time, he realizes that he wants to try tons of different locations. Just the possibilities of how he can position you, someone catching you, or someone hearing how good he makes you feel, really gets him going. His favorite so far was in an empty stairwell at a fancy resort that Sam invited you both to. 

M: Motivation

So like Hawk and Miguel, Robby is a teenage boy! He’s horny all day, every day. He loves seeing you in workout clothes, seeing other guys hit on you and then shrink away when they realize you’re his, teaching you karate, and watching you put your hair up. It reminds him of… certain things. 

N: No

He would never ever let someone else join you guys. Male, female, or other, he hates the idea of someone putting their hands on you in that way, and knows you would feel the same about him. Robby thinks you guys have such a perfect chemistry going, so why would you want to ruin that with another person? It would just be awkward and clumsy, and Robby does NOT like to share. 

O: Oral

So like I said earlier, he thinks porn is accurate when y’all first start having sex. He would go down on you for like 30 seconds, barely using any pressure or suction, and would then be confused as to why you weren’t finishing. He sat you down one day and talked to you about it, because he was scared you just weren’t attracted to him or something. When you told him that you needed more than what he was doing, he made you teach him right then and there. He spent a good hour and a half going down on you, making you tell him what was good and what wasn’t, learning how to actually give GOOD head, and now he’s pretty much an expert. He takes his time and takes cues from you. You were amazing at head right off the bat, and he’s such a simp for you when you’re between his legs. 

P: Pace

It honestly varies depending on the day and what mood you guys are in. He’s a switch in all respects, so he can be slow and loving, or fast and rough, or a mix of the two. He also loves when you start on top and set the pace, and then he will flip you guys over when you get tired and finish you both off. 

Q: Quickie

He likes a good quickie in those moments when you guys are out and get turned on all of a sudden. Robby likes to take you somewhere a little more private and get you both off, before resuming what you guys were doing and acting like nothing happened. You’ve seen him shake the hand of someone with the same hand that was buried in you 3 minutes before, acting like nothing was out of sorts at all. 

R: Risk

He will try new things if you want to, but is honestly pretty content with how you guys fuck right now. His philosophy is “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” But he’s more than willing to try whatever you want to try. Robby can’t say no to his girl. Sometimes, you guys just sit there and watch porn together, and will see something that looks like fun, so you decide to try it. 

S: Stamina

So I feel redundant for saying this on Miguel and Hawk’s too, but he’s a teenage boy! He can’t go for more than 12 minutes at first. He could go like 5 times in a row, but didn’t last very long. Now, he’s way better. He can last for a solid 30 to 40 minutes if he really wants to, but normally you’re satisfied before that and he can let himself finish. 

T: Toy

Robby loves to try toys on you. When you first told him that you had a vibrator, he immediately asked if he could use it on you. He’s fascinated with how different toys do different things, and he loves studying the difference in your reactions depending on what he’s using. He doesn’t really like toys being used on him though. He thinks it feels weird and he'd rather have your mouth or hand. 

U: Unfair

Robby can be a really bad tease if he’s in the right mood. He would hover his mouth over your pussy, letting you shake and cry before he touches you. He would finger you and bring you right up to the edge, before pulling his hand away and laughing as you almost sob. He likes knowing he has the power to make you writhe like that. 

V: Volume

He’s pretty quiet, to be honest. You had to tell him specifically that you wanted him to be louder in the bedroom. Once you did that, he started to let loose a little bit more, but still isn’t super loud. He would rather listen to you scream his name ;) 

W: Wild Card

He loves shower sex. Too many times have you guys both cum, only for him to carry you into the shower to clean off and eventually start round 2. The water, the soap, the nakedness, he’s a sucker for it. There’s no clean up involved, and he even gets a bathtub mat so you guys don’t slip and hurt yourselves. 

X: X-Ray

I said it before and I’ll say it again! Size! Does! Not! Matter! The g-spot is 3 INCHES IN so if he’s hitting it right it’s fine!!! But Robby is probably a solid 6 inches. 

Y: Yearning

Teenage boy! He could go at the drop of a hat. Robby wants you all the time, he just holds back until you want to as well. Which is also often, I mean look at him!

Z: Zzz

He doesn’t really like to fall asleep right after in case you need something. He makes sure he’s available to get you whatever you need: a snack, water, another blanket, a kiss. Robby also likes to hold you while you sleep, because it makes him feel like he’s doing his duty as your boyfriend and protecting you. 

#cobra kai #robby keene #tanner buchanan #hawk #eli moskowitz #miguel diaz #karate kid #robby x reader #robby imagine #robby smut

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I’m alive! Just the art I’m finishing can’t be shown juuust yet! Have to keep it a surprise! I have 16 monsters/enemies to design, then one background to draw and maps to prep c:

Below the cut are future creative projects and tentative timelines!

Writing Projects

So writing has been slow but I have two goals this year:

Finish In Time This Too Shall Pass: it is only six chapters away from being done and the last act will be edited and one chapter posted a week on Saturday c:

Finish Coded Connections: original outline was lost so working to get story organized and outlined again properly!

Won’t start any new fics until these two are done and I see my mood for next big fic!

DnD Campaigns

Currently running my Saturday game but have four campaigns brewing I would like to DM in the future and art for current game!

A Journey Far Away: home brew : this one is my baby and is rather experimental but a huge focus on characters. It will be limited in terms of race, but will be far more open world. Working on planning art to finish before recruiting launch! Will be a Sunday game

Lovecraft university: home brew: a more dark humor campaign with a focus on puzzles and exploring than combat where players are university students trying to survive first semester at Miskatonic University. Working on script and assets. If game comes to fruition, it opens for recruitment in August!

Elements of the Broken God: more standard DnD campaign with focus on players being chosen during an attack on their school to take in part of a god and gain an element domain and work together to save kingdom. This one is in planning phase, probably a Saturday game after current one finishes.

Hellcyon Office Duty: honebrew: this entire campaign would be improv off basic idea of layers being Hellcyon demons working office jobs regarding insurance claims and just surving the job. Dark humor and silly, meant to be more stress relief and loose to just let players run wild with imagination. No day set, still just a concept!

Current Game: Faces of Oblivion: my Saturday game that revived my confidence in GMing! Currently working on art and maps for part two of three for the campaign c: having fun and getting faster with my art!

DIY Projects

Working on real life projects too! Plan on the following to finish before June:

Stain new banister for stairwell. Love working with stain! Just need a long weekend to finish this one!

Sew new curtains. Making my own blackout curtains once I feel confident on sewing machine.

Painting on Canvas, want to do some reproductions of impressionist painters for house

Prepare yard for planting in May. Gotta get ready for all the new plants!!!

Comics Ideas in Works

I have always wanted to make webcomics but never had confidence to do so and always getting suckered to do things for others… this year that changes and I’m going to more seriously pursue this dream. Not to make money or a career, just for fun and to get ideas out at last.

Goal is comics I make go out in a whole chapter to give readers lots of content in bursts like seasons of a show. This giving me breaks to more leisurely do pages in meantime. There are five comic ideas that are in the works!

Lovecraft Inspired Comic: currently unnamed Lovecraft comic. I’ve started doodling for it recently and getting looks down. Going to focus on more character are and concepting before getting my notes yogyto write the script proper. I’ll use the Lovecraft DnD game as means to explore and expand idea. This one would be a late 2023 release as it still in concepting phase!

Heaven on Earth: completely original world setting and characters. The story has been scripted and going through the editing phase to flesh out the outline. The world is also being stressed tested to make sure it is solid and works with story. It is about to enter preproduction of concept art and if that goes smoothly, I can see it ready to go by August!

Beyond the Storm: comic based on a dream I had and am forming up. Currently doing the world building to make sure the story has a coherent foundation for its lore. The story is roughly outlined and ready for edits. Needs more design work to get the look down so this one is a next year project unless things go smoothly!

Villainously Employed: a story taking place in sane world as Heaven on Earth with focus on “villains “ who are just doing a day job and one character sort of burnt out on it. Dark humor galore but some heavy themes. This one the script is a jumble of ideas to organize and characters need designs… but the work setting is rock solid. This one is on back burner development until Heaven is completed.

And last idea…Untitled revamped romance story:

this story… the most near and dear to me. It was actually a project made to support an ex-friend’s project. I had a full script, two chapters sketched, four pages rendered… and this ex-friend pulled some awful passive-aggressive attacks. Long story short, one year of emotional and mental manipulation later and months of making me feel like a mental patient and I was to blame for everything and should make seek their forgiveness… I cut ties. Noped out and honestly, 1000% better off without that toxic one-sided friendship.

But I was too hurt to continue on this project until now. I still want to tell the story. I still want to show these characters and see them in action. Do this story is revived. Currently rewriting the script entirely and finding it works much better… more solid work building, ability to now explore complex themes. Redesign characters so they don’t have to be “cute” to be appealing. So this one is a mess but it is moving forward as I reclaim it and bring it closer to reveal! Script is being hammered out, preproduction can tentatively start!

But those are all my projects! It is a lot but I like working on multiple projects and keeping my always buzzing brain busy c: I look forward to showing these projects off soon!

#maca speaks #my creative projects #I got many but I like being busy

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A Fire Dragon, His Princess and The Not-So-Terrible Party Aftermath: Chapter:5

A Fire Dragon, His Princess and The Not-So-Terrible Party Aftermath

Nalu week 2020 Prompts: Voice, Flirt, Charm & Smile(All implied)

Genres: Romance, Humor, New Adult Fanfiction

Pairing: Nalu/Endlu (Natsu x Lucy & E.n.d. Natsu x Lucy)

Rating: M for language, steamy and mature/adult sexual content (all consensual) in these and future chapters. Reader Discretion is advised.(You've been warned!)

Summary: God knows it was all fun and games at an outdoor guild party until a drinking contest results in a not-so-great time for a certain celestial wizard much to the dismay of a protective dragon slayer and company. Even worse is Lucy's hangover with some kind of mild flu and busted ankle to boot . At least a doting Natsu is more-than-willing to provide his mate plenty of TLC. One of my entries for Nalu week 2020 and part of the Nalu-centric anthology series The Dragon Demon and His Celestial Princess anthology series (slight au/ canon divergent).

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Chapter: 5: Of All The Over-Protective Loved Ones And Nonsensical Health Remedies

A/N: Hey folks, it's your girl back with another installment of AFHCPATNSTPA! Apologies for the delay! My beta and I have been somewhat busy on and off for different reasons which will be explained further in the bottom author's note. Anyways, Chapter 5 is finally posted for your reading pleasure with plenty of Nalu fluff, Gray and Natsu rival-related hijinks and humor to go around! Many thanks and a special shoutout to the awesome @mannyegb for helping me edit and further develop this chapter yet again! Seriously, words can't express how grateful I am for this dude's contributions or how invaluable they are ! Make sure to hit him up on Tumblr and Discord. Now without further ado, here's the chapter-enjoy!

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"Friends are the family you choose".

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"Seriously Natsu? Again?! "

Lucy's exasperated voice echoed through the stairwell of the couple's duplex after returning home from a trip to the local physician's appointment and some errands. Can't believe we're having this conversation again. Little did the other nearby tenants and neighbors know that this wasn't the first time that the two disagreed over his sometimes -overprotective nature instincts or the level of " safety precautions" for the sake of his mate's well being.

Bloody Hell ...

"I'm not a porcelain doll, y' know!" The wizard grumbled, arms crossing over her chest. "I mean, really!"

"Mhmmm." Nastu merely hummed in response with a lazy smirk illuminating those sage eyes much to her chagrin.

"Are you even listening to me right now?"

"Course I am , beautiful" came his reply without missing a beat. "But damn." Difficult to miss the hint of a flirtatious purr in the fire wizard's voice or how his eyes swept over his mates form in apprecation that sent her pulse jumping into a frenzy . "Do you know what seeing ya' all flustered like this does to me? I mean you're even more adorable, gorgeous, and irresistible than you already are right now. Kissable too."

"Well, th-thank you" Lucy mumbled, heat rising and pooling in her cheeks. God knows how she couldn't but be a little subconscious over the effect of his natural charms despite being irritated. "But I don't think no's really a good time for flirting."

"Aw who says?" Natsu challenged with a throaty chuckle. Agree to disagree, princess ." Notto mention the gleam of mirth dancing in his eyes or the languidly smooth empathis on one of her beloved nicknames that he knew turned her knees to jellow .

Cocky bastard..

And damn were those supple hands currently settled on the curve of the summoner 's waist distracting in all the best possible ways.

"This couldn't be a more perfect time for flirting…"

One of the dragon slayer's hands was reaching to drag the blonde's locks through his fingertips. and Holy Hell did that blush deepen all thanks to that shit-eating of his and the way he continued to play with her hair .

Fuck ... there he goes again.

"Don't you think,Luce?" He finished, twirling, and tucking a stray tendril behind her ear as if to puncture his point further.

Damn it...

God damn did all those calculated ministrations kickstart the flustered girls heart into overdrive .

Again. So hard to focus right now. He 's that good…

As if that soft gasp tha wasn't t slipped out of her mouth wan't already enough. And pretty clear that noise undetected by Natsu if the way his sage eyes were glittering like coals was any indication.

"Someone' s flustered" His words came out as infuriatingly goading and yet velvety at the same time. " But I know you're into this as much as I am…. and you're falling prey to my charms." Natsu let his thumb lightly graze along the contour of her cheek. "Oh yeah. I can tell. Your heart's racing and everything." Now the fire dragon slayer wizard's forehead was mere inches from Lucy's. All that was needed for for her heart rate to skyrocket for the third time just as he so brazenly pointed out.

"Nastu..." the blonde started only for the words to die in her throat when her breath hitched from Natsu 's lips brushing against hers.

Shit...

"Are...you…trying…to…distract...me?" Was what she finally managed to force out, desperate longing seeping into her breathy tone.

"Me? Never." Natsu denied, the soft vibrations of his smoky timbre against her lips sending a tingle rippling across all those nerves. "Just having a little fun, is all."

"You are?"

"And I succeeded!"

Wait...what!?

Nastu was pulling back ever so slightly from Lucy without so much as a warning. God did that unwelcome disruption not fly so well with the mage who moaned in protest.

That pompous little...

"So that entailed luring your your mate in?" She eventually objected with a sour glare at her pompous -ass-of boyfriend." And then leaving her hanging? Pretty sure that classifies as some kind of entrapment! Just how much of a shameless flirt can you be?!"

"Opps.. guess you're not a happy camper right now," Natsu snickered, flashing her an awfully impish grin as if he were caught red-handed like a delinquent high school student drinking in class. "I mean I'm definitely a 'shameless flirt 'when it comes to you but I'm not going to leave you out to dry like some emotionally or romantically dead-beat loser. Knew exactly what I was doing and can't get over how cute my girl is when she's all flustered. No need to worry though." He gave a sly-yet-rougish wink that nearly left the summoner 'a heart stuttering.

Not that I'm going to tell him that.

"I promise to deliver on that promise of plenty of kisses and affection that we both crave so much. You'll see!"

"I... you ... y-you're such an ass!" Lucy stammered, entire face flushing an deeper shade of crimson. "Did you even hear what I said about... God damn it!"

"You mean about you not being made out porcelain?" Natsu was quick to supply, automatically clueing in. "Yes Luce, I did." His voice was all business now but more patient than cross. "And you're definitely right but that busted ankle of yours might as well be with how fragile it is right now. That's what having a sprained ankle means. A finger pointed down at Lucy 's sandal -clad foot with a tensure bandage .

"And why I need to carry ya'. Either way, you wanna get upstairs, right?"

"Well gee thank you for stating the obvious and what everyone already knows about sprained ankles." Lucy huffed, rolling her eyes. "And of course, I wanna get up upstairs but why is carrying me all the way up and down even necessary? You already gave me a piggyback to the clinic for God's sake! Not to mention pushing me around on a god damn platform cart while we were shopping for medicine and other supplies at the pharmacy without letting me set foot on the ground even once!

"Both were necessary to keep you from falling again." Natsu reasoned, still not budging on the matter; even when in the process of methodically removing the key holder's shoes. "Plus, I love having ya' in my arms and that cart had lots of room for you to comfortably stretch out on. Pretty practical if you ask me."

"More like total overkill!" Lucy tossed back, vein ticking above her eye. "Anyway, I might not be as fast, but can still definitely make my way up and down the stairs with a walking assist! Can't you just let me try at least?!"

"No can do, sweetheart," Natsu rebutted with a shake of his head. Good lord it was astounding how this extremely persistent man was able to unwittingly shoot down all of her ambitions for any kind of semi-independent mobility. and yet be so damn patient and even-tempered at the same time. "Can't risk you missing a step and taking another tumble down these stairs."

"Ugh...Oh My God- you're unbelievable!" Lucy couldn't help but yell; throwing her hands up in ggravation. which was met with an infuriating laugh of amusement from a certain pyro .

"The most unbelievable of them all.! Now quit complainin' relax and enjoy the ride up to our apartment!"

"Natsuuuu!"

Such a debate became a common occurrence in the Dragneel-Heartfilia household over the week with neither Natsu or visiting friends— Celestial spirits included- letting Lucy out of their sight or use stairs by herself. The extremely disgruntled mage would often gripe about her "stupid over-protective boyfriend and friends" even though ;despite secretly melting from being in the dragonslayer's arms all the time along with the rest of his "TLC." Not so much with Ezra, however, who'd often insist on personally escorting Lucy up and down the stairs herself ;when it wasn't by Natsu, Happy or anyone else.

My God is that woman overly cautious! It's beyond irritating!

Other than that, one minor pet peeve, Lucy supposed she couldn't really complain too much. Not when she was blessed with spending quality time with the love of her life and phomoneal comrades/friends who were all more than willing to keep her company. Well, okay save for that one time involving a nonsensical squabble about ailment remedies between Natsu and Gray one day.

"I'm telling you— these will help Lucy feel better!" Natsu insisted, dumping a paper bag of what could be described as god-awful-Scotch-covered-eye-sores-with-strings-attached on the counter. "See?" A hand patted the side of the misshapen bundle of items.

Uh...

Lucy meanwhile, couldn't help but steal a furtive glance of disbelief from her coral-haired soulmate; who was currently sniffing the unsightly abominations with an particularly intense focus for some inexplicable reason.

"The hell are ya' doing , charcoal-brains?!" Gray demanded, voice coming out in a mixture of incomprehension and disdain. "And what even are those things?"

"Inspecting these babies for germs," Natsu replied with an eye roll as if the answer was the most obvious in the world. "Duh! What else would I be doing'? Can't have em' infecting Lucy. And they're a supposed to be a special kind of talisman for health and good luck. Even an ice overrated snowcone like you should know that. Basically Scotch-taped covered piles of leaves and Vic patches wrapped in tissue paper. If I hang these around the apartment, then they should do wonders for Luce's health."

"You know by gradually sucking the virus toxins from her body until she's better," he tacked on with an 'exuberant grin. "Or so I heard from Nab, Maco, and Wakaba. Dudes bought entire boxes full for 20 jewel a piece from a pop-up vendor of some merchant in the market. The lady swears by them and everything. Either way, aren't they awesome?! Right, Luce? His head turned towards Lucy. "Bet you'll be better in no time!"

"I ...uh... " The blonde sputtered, still too bewildered for words." I don't…."

"Oh Good God," Erza muttered, smacking a palm against her forehead. "Of all the—-Natsu, I highly doubt those would be effective in treating Lucy's illness."

"Huh? Why wouldn't they be?"

"Well..."

"Oh jeez...How can anyone be this dense?"

Gray was shooting out of his seat at the table with an exasperated noise. "Step aside fire boy, I'll find Lucy something. Her fridge should have some suitable ingredients." A hand pulled opened the door of the fridge before rummaging around inside much to Lucy's confusion Course why a random assortment of food in the form of onions and ginger Along with some lemons were being cleared out was anyone's guess.

"Onions, lemons and ginger" The ice wizard announced, sounding tremendously pleased with himself. "Should be just what the doctor ordered for Lucy. I'm gonna chop these up and boil em' with some cinnamon in a tea for her."

Wha? Is he for real?!

"Wait….I'm sorry you want me to drink what now?"

Lucy 's brain short circuited with an owlish blink at the same time that some revolted noises could be heard from the rest of Team Natsu. More specifically Salamander 's gagging and Erza nearly vomiting in her mouth.

"Well at least Lucy gets it" Gray voiced aloud to no one in particular with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. "Now to find a knife and boil some water for the tea."

"Yo, you out of your mind, ice-dick?" Natsu demanded, more than a tad incredulous. "It's pretty obvious she doesn't want what you're selling and can't say I blame her." His eyes narrowed in revulsion with a flash of exposed canines poking through his lips. "That kind of 'tea 'sounds disgusting."

Just for Natsu's striking emerald eyes to immediately soften when landing on Lucy.

"Don't worry Luce," He soothed, his voice lifting to a sympathetic coo. "I'll protect ya' from that big meanie and his stupid ".

" Uh Yeah, please do," Lucy beseeched, words trembling slightly. Honest to God that the astral almost shuddered at the prospect of such a horrendous-tasting tea invading her tastebuds. "I don't even want a sip of that stuff."

"And Why would any sane person expect you to? Not me or Ezra. Can't say the same about droopy eyes here." Natsu tossed a pointed glare at Gray which was readily met with a raised middle finger. "You really that hell bent on brewing whatever nasty crap you call tea, buddy? Then be our guest and drink it yourself. But keep it away from Lucy and out of the kitchen. We don't need that shit stinking up the place."

"Tch— shows what you know" came Gray's disparaging scoff by way of a reply. "Pretty sure you wouldn't know a proper health remedy was if it hit you in the face."

Uh-oh ...

Gray's words really seemed to touch a nerve judging by Natsu's offended growl.

"The hell is that supposed to mean, stripper?" He sniped, vein throbbing in his forehead " What? Are ya really looking' to piss me off or somethin'?"

"Yeah, just maybe I am!" Gray countered with salty heat and matching his rival glare for glare. "You want to cry about it? And you heard what I said. God ... no wonder Lucy's still sick what with your clueless ass and all failing to take care of her.."

"You take that back asshole!" Natsu seethed, foaming rabidly at the mouth. Or rather smoke circumventing from his nose and mouth what with him being a fire dragon demon and "literal hothead "and all.

"Make Me—ow!"

The rest of whatever Gray was trying to say was cut off by a flying "talisman" that just struck him point blank in the face.

"Hey!" He snapped, grudgingly rubbing his temple with a hand." The hell was that for, ya damned fire hazard?!"

"What do ya think, dumbass ?" Natsu flung back without missing a beat. "You got some nerve….insultin 'a dragon's pride like that!"

"Yeah? So what?"

"Seriously?! You pretty much implied I don't know how to take care of my own mate!"

"Yes and?"

Uh-oh...

"And it was a total dick move, dingus! That's what! Where's your sense of common decency!?"

"Wasted on incompetent dipshits like you, apparently!"

"What was that, frosty?!"

"You heard me "

"That's it you, walking freezer burn! Them's fighting words!"

"Oh yeah? Bring it flame-bitch!"

"Take this!"

Oh god ….

The next thing anyone knew were that that the bickering rivals were launchimg projectiles—aka "Talismans" at each other much to her dismay.

No...

"No fighting in our kitchen!" Lucy squeaked; cadence raised to a higher pitch. " You could really break something! So stop!" The afflicted girl couldn't help but watch with alarmed eyes when her desperate pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears. Something always gets completely wrecked or destroyed when these two butt heads over anything!

Seriously, who could forget all the destruction those two left in their wake or millions of jewel racked in subsequent, property damage during their last scuffle? Like say the accidental beheading and subsequent toppling of that statue which also happened in Hargeon's beloved town founder for instance? Not to mention the scorched garden of the mayor's prized purple and white orchids. Not Lucy, that's for sure.

I really don't want them breaking anything….

Erza meanwhile. was practically frothing at the mouth from all that pent-up rage in a very-if-not-entirely-proverbial sense of the word.

"Good God—those two!" The re-equip mage ranted, vein pulsing right above her brow. "Always butting heads over one asinine matter or another! The hell is wrong with them anyways? Either way, enough is enough! I really should... no probably best not... Oh screw it!"

Erza was on the other wizards in a flash, banging their heads together with an audible crack. And good lord who could miss the stunned noises of pain that simultaneously cirumented their throats.

"OW!" Natsu and Gray whimpered in unison. "That really hurt ,Erza!"

"Yeah!?" Erza barked . "Well maybe you two dolts should've thought of that before you started acting juvenile and making a mess! I mean take you for instance, Gray! Disrespecting a dragonslayer's pride was a garbage move just as Natsu pointed out! Haven't both Master and UR taught you more sense than that? Oh, and let's not forget you doubting Natsu 's ability to effectively tend to care for Lucy despite doing more than a standup job so far for the most part! No wonder he's offended!"

"Hey, it's not my fault if the dude can't take a joke," Gray grumbled, defensive resentment leaking into his tone. "Or that he has a ridiculously overinflated and fragile ego."

"Neither helpful or okay, Gray!"

"Yeah, so there dickwad!" Natsu cut in with his tongue shooting out for good measure. "See?"

"Oh yeah... you really..."

"Oh no you don't!" Erza whirled on Natsu who shrank under the heat of her glare with another whimper. "And yes, I'm talking about you Natsu Ignatius Dragneel! Don't think for a minute that you're getting out of this scott- free!""

Oh shit ... Erza just used Natsu's full name…. She must mean business.

"What? Me, really?" Nastu spluttered, hands still raised in defense as if fend the intimating scarlet woman off. "What did I even do anyway?"

"Hmm, what did you do?" Erza questioned, rolling her eyes. Oh, and her words were just laced/ dripping/ trickling/ with just the right amount of pointed sarcasm. "Care to take a wild guess? How about those godawful abominations you call talismans for one? Look at them! Anyone can tell these are a sham! I mean really, Natsu! The hell were you thinking?! Normally, you're much better at sussing out onpossible scams and cons. How could you let yourself be duped out of your hard -earned money like that?"

"Aw- come on!" Natsu bleated "Didn't mean to, honest! All I wanted was to help Luce recover more quickly and honestly thought these things would help. That's all! I won't buy any more—swear to God! Just please don't bust my balls, Erza! I need those!

"Calm down. I'm not going to do that. It's easy to tell your intentions were pure regardless which is most important."

"Really? Thank you, you kind, merciful, woman!"

"Yes, yes,.. that's all fine and good," Erza chuckled in amusement with a light shake of her head as a response .

"Now about those talismans. They are a problem. " Erza's voice fell into a more sober tone with a hand cupping her chin in thought. "Word on the street is that Fiore is being targeted by a fraudulent band of thieves and con artists. Popping up in various towns and cities with those "vendors", posing as legitimate shop keepers and merchants —that sort of thing. and from what I've heard , these people are trying pass off bogus goods as authentic souvenirs."

"So, ya think there's some kind of link between those and what I bought?" Natsu quickly caught on matter-of-factly. "As in all that crappy stuff you mentioned ?"

"Yes, precisely that. I'm sure we can all agree that how poor unassuming customers are being ripped off by those criminals just isn't right. Something must be done."

"Okay—like what?"

"Helping folks of Magnolia getting their money back for one —yours included. And there's also the matter of filing a report with the magic reinforcement unit and other authorities . They'd want to be informed of the culprits' criminal activity ASAP. In fact, why don't the two of us go now?"

"What? Ya' mean that you actually want us to leave right now?!"

Natsu visibly balked at Erza's suggestion as if being ordered to watch Ichyia perform a strip tease in nothing but a pair of - sparkly -Leather, assless chaps.

"I.. don't…"

"Yes, I figured that would be the most efficient course of option" Erza reasoned, lifting a questioning brow at his response. "Why? Is there a problem?"

"Uh yeah..., a big one!" Natsu protested with a vigorous nod. " Going now would mean leaving Luce's side" His whole tone shifted into a whine. "Especially when she's still not feeling 100% or if it means being without her in my arms for too long. And right now, looking after Lucy and being able to spend time with her is what's most important. Not to mention what I want the most! Please… just let me take good care of my mate and queen and hold her! That too much ask?"

"No, and your feelings are understandable. That in mind, it would still be unethical to turn a blind eye to petty crimes at the expense of innocent civilians."

"Yeah, of course. But it's just…."

Sheesh… Natsu's being a bit of a drama king right now. I mean I love the guy and its always great having him around for the most part despite the fact that he sometimes gets on nerves. Completely normal for all couples even ones like us but that's besides the point. Anyways, he's being super sweet and everything but there's no need for him to blow a gasket when they would only be gone for a couple hours at most. Plus Erza's right about putting a stop to those jerks and getting those other people compensated. and it's not like I won't be okay without them or by myself a for little bit...

"Hey guys," Lucy finally spoke up after a few minutes, drawing their focus of everyone's eyes back on her. "Not that your efforts and spending time with me aren't appreciated, but pretty sure I'll be fine on my own for a little while if you want to report those people and get your money back." No real heat to her words though.

"Hmm... don't think that's a good idea, "sweetheart." Came Natsu's reply, his timbre pitched soft; though she didn't miss the pleading note in his words. "You're still not in the best shape right now. Like Mavis knows I don't really feel comfortable leaving you alone to fend for yourself right now, y' know? I mean what if ya' end up barfin' with your head over a toilet bowl or falling again?"

Not really that much of an nasty shock to say the least especially seeing how the couple were practically inseparable ever since that hazardous incident at the party.

"Don't be too surprised if Natsu's refuses to leave your side." Levy's kind voice from a recent lacrima video call echoed inside Lucy's head "or even let out of his sight-or sense range for that matter. You remember learning about how dragon slayers, demon's and hybrids are essentially hardwired to be extremely protective and territorial of their bonded, right? Well those already -fierce instincts are get an even bigger boost during certain times... like say when they're in heat . Not to mention when their soulmates are sick, injured or both in your case. In any case, Natsu's no exception especially with how you're one of the people he's been most protective of even before you two were officially an item node as we all know. Anyways, be prepared for him wanting to remain extra close to you and special attention. Think plenty of affection and physical contact like snuggling, kisses, doting on you —things like that which is always a bonus. And pretty sure he is going to hoard you. I mean the dude going isn't gonna take kindly to anyone he feels is trying to steal/snatch you away from him. Gajeels the same way. It's not so bad though."

Levy was right. Not that I'm complaining...

"We really should get going Natsu," Erza chimed in after a few minutes. The sooner these matters are sorted out the better. Either way, it shouldn't take us too long-a few hours tops."

"Yeah, I know..." Natsu replied , an unmistakable flicker of reluctance in his eyes. "But…I still don't want to leave Lucy right now…." Sage fully connected with honey-brown as a hand was reaching to gently caress Lucy's cheek. And Mavis knows she couldn't help but naturally lean into the warmth of his touch or the content smile forming on her lips.

"Pretty sure I made my reasons clear anyway."

"Yes, but…"

"Hey bro," Gray piped in —not unkindly this time."I can easily hold the fort down and keep Lucy company while you guys are out."

"Wow…Really?"

Natsu instantly seemed to perk up.

"Yeah, I'd be more than happy to. Plus, we can summon one of her spirits and Happy to help for a fun but chill time. That way, you can trust that your girl is in capable hands and won't be bored."

"Good point!" Natsu rhapsodized, bumping his fist with Gray's. "Thanks, bro!"

"Yes, I agree" Ezra concurred, an approving smile crossing her lips. "That's very gracious and cordial of you. Way to be a great friend."

"That's what I'm here for and my pleasure, Natsu."

"Guess you're not so bad after all"

"Course' not. I am pretty awesome, after all."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sometimes... So, what about it, Luce?" Natsu went on to inquire, far more chipper now. " You gonna to be okay with Gray and some of the others taking over for a bit while Erza and me are out ?"

"Yeah Lucy, what he said," Gray followed up with a cordial smile of his own. . "You and me can kick it and chill for a little while. Maybe even break into the candy stash and watch movies with everyone."

"Sure!" Lucy chirped, heart leaping in excitement from the prospect of a low-key but fun kickback with splendid company. "And Natsu and Erza can, join when they get back from their errands, right?"

"Yup! Now here," Natsu instructed, pushing a glass of water on the table towards her." "Drink some more of your water. Anyways, Erza and I can bring back some goodies from the local bakery after too,. You good with that ,Erza?" He tossed a hopeful glance the armour- clad wizard's way.

"Sure—sounds good to me!" Erza jumped on board, eyes lighting up with delight. A trip to the bakery would be most excellent. All those delicious confections, yummy treats like gourmet cupcakes and strawberry shortcake. Ooooooh." The scarlet woman's hands clapped together in giddy enthusiasm.. "I can practically taste it now —so divine!"

"Yeah but think about lava- brains though" Gray quipped without missing a beat. "What are the odds he'll devour whatever he doesn't give or share with Lucy?"

"Ohhhh valid point" Erza echoed, lips pulling up into / a smirk. I wouldn't put it past him to cleanin out half of the bakery's front counter. Now why don't we get a friendly little wager started? Is 20 jewel acceptable?"

"Sure. I'm game."

"Ooh... why not make it ...30?" Lucy joined in with a light giggle. "I mean what's to say he won't clean out most of the shops and the other desert shops in town?"

"Hey! Not cool!" Natsu objected, though such sour words were belied by the glimmer of mirth in his shamrock eyes. "Makin' bets about whether or not I'll stockpile deserts and shit! I mean talk about takin' cheap shots at your leader! I am Salamander of Fairytail, damn it! Alpha drake of the dragon nest, and a Mighty and fierce dragonslayer -demon hybrid! I deserve your respect and praise!"

"Oh?" Erza spurred him on, clearly entertained by the salamander's theatrics. " Is that a fact?"

"Damn right it is!"

"And you, Luce!" Natsu bemoaned with extra melodramatic flair. "Even my own precious soulmate is betting against me and egging' the other two on?" Impossible not to notice how Natsu's hand clapped over the heart in a display of feigned offence. "How you' wound me, woman!"

"Opps," Lucy uttered, a teasing lilt to her words. "My bad. Are they really that wrong though?"

"Ooh, you got me there!" Natsu jibed s, lips breaking into a cheek into a cheeky grin agrin that set Lucy 's heart all pit-patter. "Touché and shit."

"Just as I suspected."

"Yeah, I figured!" Natsu laughed, mussing her hair with one hand. "Anyway, how about Erza and me pick up some dumplings on the way home? Maybe a Party pack with plenty for everyone to share? We can get some other things for dinner too— Our treat!"

"Ooh yes please!" Lucy crowed, mouth practically watering from the zesty-flavored-packed dumplings from one of many Magnolia's local fusion joints. "Can some be fried? And be filled with beef? Maybe tandoori chicken and cheese too? And could I have 3 or 4?"

"Yeah, sure." Natsu agreed, goodnaturedly as always. "Whatever you want. You really must be cravin that stuff today, huh?" And God she couldn't help how her heart stuttered at the way her grin morphed into a another kind of smile entirely; More subtle, tremendously fond, even. "Normally I'm the one askin' for all this different kind of food. Good to know that you have great taste and that I'm rubbing off on you more and more each day though."

" Uh, yeah… thanks. Though you don't think it's a bit much?" Lucy questioned, now glancing up at her boyfriend with a smidge of tentativeness. She couldn't help but second-guess her request especially seeing how it was partially driven by voracious craving for carbs. "Cuz I'm wondering if that many dumplings is a tad too many now."

Maybe something healthier would be better...

"What? Are you kidding?" Natsu refuted, bursting into stunned laughter . "Of course it isn't. Why would it be?"

"Well, when you put it that way" Lucy resounded in agreement, the corner of her lips twitching into a sheepish grin over how silly I'm being. "Guess I was overthinking it just a little."

"See?" The dragonslayer pointed out, punctuated by a light tap on the tip of the blonde's nose with his finger. "Now you're getting it! And hey, look at it this way! Whatever my princess and queen wants, she gets."

"Well, who am I argue to with that? Anyways, you guys heading out now?"

"Yeah," Natsu sighed, a touch of reluctance seeping back into his gravelly timbre. "Guess we oughtaa . Really don't like the idea of leaving your side though there are some things to take care of. And besides the sooner we leave, the sooner I can get back to you."

How the summoner's heart gave a little thump at those touching words that reached her ears!

"What you're saying is definitely true" Lucy breathed, finding herself adrift in those arresting eyes of his. Onyx with flecks of jade that always seemed to shine in just the right angle of sunlight on bright days. And did she mention the sensation of Natsu's fingertips brushing her cheek, the tucking a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear? How it all sent sparks racing through her nerves! "And I can't wait for you to get home so that I can be in your arms again too."

"Mhmm yeah" Natsu hummed in agreement., stroking along the side of her temple now. "I'm definitely looking forward to all that too. Also cuddling with ya' on the couch of course. Should be great! Anyway, make sure to take it easy and stay hydrated, okay? And don't forget Erza and I are one just one call away if you need anything."

"Okay, Thanks Natsu."

"Anytime," he rumbled with that same affectionate smile that always melted her heart . "See you soon, Luce." Lips pressed a light kiss atop the celestial mage's crown with a hand palming the side of her head. God such a rush cozy seeping through her bones and warming her soul to the core.

I truly love him and that'll never change..

"Yeah, likewise.. Hurry back, okay?."

" You know I will."

"That I do".

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A/N: All right that's Chapter: 5 ,folks! Apologies for the delay again! As stated previously, both my beta and I have been busy for different reasons related to differing schedules, life circumstances, responsibilities, appointments, hobbies and a somewhat more active social life among other things (with increasing vaccination rates unless everything goes south again). Not that this has necessarily prevented me from writing or working on my wips but there's also been days where I haven't been feeling well, a case of writers block or there simply just not being enough hours in a day to accomplish everything I want for whichever reason lol. In any case, this chapter is posted now and I'm trying to get back into working on writing projects more often. So that's that at least.

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Hello :) I saw that your requests are open so i figured i could try my luck and write you. Would you be up to write something with Charlie Weasley? Something with the same atmosphere of the music video "Wildest Dreams" by Taylor Swift? The song is stuck in my head and the mv is so aesthetical (somehow i can just picture Charlie with it). It would be super cool, however if that is too difficult maybe some fluffy first Christmas at the Burrow with Charlies first kid?

It sure has been a while, hasn’t it? I hope all of you are safe and healthy during this time.

I’m not sure if I’ve done a request with a song implemented in the story for this account, but here it is.

I wanted to get back into writing stories for this account because I recently started replaying Hogwarts Mystery and I missed creating stories for this blog.

This one is a little iffy, but I hope you all enjoy it and I’ll be posting more requests soon!

(Y/N) (L/N) had quite a reputation at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her connection to Jacob automatically made her a trouble-maker even though that was far from her true nature. However, no matter how many times she attempted to prove herself, negative rumors about her intentions spread around the school. 

As a first-year, she had hoped these rumors would come to an end as the years progressed, however, as she entered her fifth-year she realized they had only gotten worse. (Y/N)’s friends attempted to cheer her up, but the rumors that she would bring danger to Hogwarts had affected her self-esteem and she had begun to isolate herself from the rest of the students. 

Charlie Weasley noticed her strange behavior and began to worry about her well-being. He wasn’t used to seeing a frown on her face and her red nose and puffy cheeks made it clear she spent most of her time crying. 

Deciding to take matters into his own hands, Charlie grabbed his broom and a supply bag enchanted with an extension charm, fully determined to make (Y/N) feel better. 

Charlie headed towards the North Tower, knowing (Y/N)’s Divination class would let out in a couple of minutes. Charlie knew this way her final class of the day and she had fallen into the habit of retreating into her dormitory after her classes so, for his plan to work, he would have to reach her on time. 

Leaning up against the wall, he waited at the bottom of the Divination stairwell, counting the minutes until the class let out. The booming voice of the students came from the top of the steps, the students laughing as they descended the stairs. Charlie pushed himself off the wall, scanning their faces to find (Y/N). Once his eyes landed on her familiar features, a grin spread across Charlie’s face as he quickly approached her. 

(Y/N) stepped off the ladder and turned, only to come face to face with Charlie Weasley. His sudden appearance caught her off guards and she sheepishly looked away, “Hey, Charlie” she muttered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“Hey, (L/N)” He smirked, his hand swiftly grabbing hers, “I’ve made plans for us today” Charlie stated, pulling her off to the side with a wicked grin. (Y/N) looked away with a small frown, not understanding why Charlie would want to suddenly sweep her away. 

“Charlie,” She uttered, furrowing her eyebrows, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to talk to me” She admitted, nervously gripping her cloak. She looked at the passing students, acknowledging their snide remarks as they stared back at her, “You’ll ruin your reputation”.

Now it was Charlie’s turn to frown, he leaned down to meet her gaze and squeezed her hand tightly, “What are you saying, (Y/N)” He asked sternly, his worry for her growing as she remained silent, “Do you honestly think I care about what the others say?” Charlie pried, but (Y/N) still did not answer his question. 

Charlie huffed, letting his gaze fall and his eyebrows furrow, “You don’t have to answer me, but I’m going to tell you this anyway” Charlie began, resting his broom against the wall, “I’ve gotten the chance to know you for who you truly are and I know you’re loyal, responsible, and one of the kindest people I’ve met here” 

(Y/N) was surprised by his sudden confession, but still could not meet his gaze, she still could not understand why he would want to get mixed up with her. Determined to prove his point, Charlie’s hand slipped underneath her chin, slowly tilting her head to meet his gaze.

He said, "Let's get out of this town Drive out of the city, away from the crowds" I thought heaven can't help me now Nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take me down” 

“You’re so much more than what they say and I will prove it to you” Charlie’s bright brown eyes meeting her (E/C) ones, “But you have to come with me, we’ll fly out of the city, away from these students, and we’ll have fun” Charlie grinned, his thumb gently trailing across her chin. 

(Y/N) began to blush darkly, his soft touches making her heart flutter. The two of them had grown close during their fourth-year but had not spent time together in the last couple of months, “I don’t know, Charlie...” She uttered, “I have a roll of parchment on Dream Interpretations due on Monday and I’m not sure if I should put it off...”

(Y/N) was nervous about what the students would say about Charlie if they saw them flying off-campus during the evening. However, despite her concerns, she couldn’t help fantasizing about what a relaxing evening with Charlie would be like. She let her guard down, her eyes examining his defined features as the blush on her cheeks deepened.

“Dream interpretations...?” Charlie whispered, tilting his head subtly, “Come on, (Y/N)” He pleaded, his hand cupping her cheek, “What does a bloke have to do to take a pretty girl out?” Charlie flashed her a bright, white smile, and (Y/N) couldn’t help but return it. 

He's so tall and handsome as hell He's so bad but he does it so well I can see the end as it begins

My one condition is

“My one condition is that you help me finish this assignment afterward,” (Y/N) replied a small burst of confidence in her voice after receiving Charlie’s compliment. 

Charlie nodded approvingly, lacing his fingers with her’s, “Then what are we waiting for?” He asked, pulling her down the corridor as quickly as he could. (Y/N) yelped as Charlie tugged her, but began to laugh as the two raced down the corridor. 

Charlie began to laugh with her, satisfied with hearing her laugh after only hearing her cries for the past month. He did not know how to describe it, but her laugh made his head turn, there was something so contagious about her laughter that always made Charlie feel comfortable. 

His heart began to beat faster as the two locked eyes and she shot him a playful wink, reminiscent of the ones she would give him during their fourth-year adventures. 

The two finally reached the Clocktower Courtyard, catching their breath in between their laughs. Charlie took this time to take in her beauty while she was distracted, the golden light of the sun illuminating her features. He examined her hair, her eyes, her lips, her cheeks, making sure to appreciate every single part of her in secret. 

Charlie dreamed of his future as a Dragonologist, but he also dreamed of finding the person he’d spend the rest of his life with. His wildest dreams were filled with magical creature explorations besides the woman he loves and will create a family with. Lately, (Y/N) had been appearing in Charlie’s dreams, where she usually cheered him on at his Quidditch Games or they spent time away on vacation together. 

Say you'll remember me Standing in a nice dress Staring at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just in your Wildest dreams, ah-ha oh Wildest dreams, ah-ha oh “Have you ever ridden on the back of a broom before?” Charlie asked, getting (Y/N)’s attention. 

Taking in a deep breath, (Y/N) shook her head in response, “I’ve ridden a broom, but never with someone else” She replied, raising an eyebrow at Charlie’s intention, “Just what exactly are you planning, Weasley?” 

Charlie chuckled softly, throwing his enchanted bag over his shoulder before mounting his broom, “Can I surprise you just this once, (L/N)? I promise I’ll impress you” He stated confidently, waiting for her to mount his broom. 

(Y/N) smiled, her eyes shining brightly as she agreed to Charlie’s questions. Shedding all her inhibitions, she climbed behind Charlie, wrapping her arms around his tone, but slender figure. 

“Hold on tight, (Y/N)” He whispered, giving her a small wink as he took off from the Courtyard. (Y/N) squeezed her eyes shut as her arms tightened around Charlie’s waist as she adjusted to the feeling of flying behind somebody. 

I said, "No one has to know what we do" His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room And his voice is a familiar sound Nothing lasts forever but this is getting good now

“I hope your eyes are open!” Charlie spoke up as he flew them over the Hogwarts grounds, “I don’t want you to miss the view from here, I want you to take it all in!” Charlie exclaimed happily and (Y/N) opened one of her eyes to view the landscape. 

“O-Okay!” (Y/N) exclaimed, finally giving in and opening both her eyes, her arms relaxing as she grew more comfortable. Her eyes widened as they passed the Hogwarts towers, enjoying the wind flowing through her hair as Charlie safely guided them to their location. 

There were tall, dark green trees and multiple blue-green lakes covering the Scottish landscape, and (Y/N) began to feel relaxed. She had spent multiple days cooped up in her dormitory that she had forgotten how beautiful the scenery around her school could be. Looking up at Charlie, she noticed the small smile on his face as they flew past Hagrid’s Hut and through the Forbidden Forest. 

Even though they had not been out for long, (Y/N) was already beginning to feel better and she couldn’t help but feel indebted to Charlie for planning this. (Y/N) valued Charlie’s friendship, but she realized what she was currently feeling could be more than friendship. Her mind went back to their encounter in the corridor and the feeling of his thumb tracing over her cheek and chin. 

(Y/N) blushed, remembering the feeling of his face leaning close to her as he attempted to convince her to adventure with him. Her arms instinctively tightened around his waist, her fingers brushing against the muscles of his abs as she held on. This feeling only made her blush more as she imagined Charlie lifting crates and supply bags for Professor Kettleburn, it wasn’t much labor but it certainly helped Charlie define his figure.

He's so tall and handsome as hell He's so bad but he does it so well And when we've had our very last kiss My last request is

Charlie felt (Y/N)’s grip tighten around him again and he grinned as they touched down at their destination, “We’re here” Charlie announced, hopping off his broom then extending his hand to help (Y/N) off his levitating broom. 

Finally breaking away from her thoughts, (Y/N) slipped her hand into his and carefully stepping off Charlie’s broom. “Where are we?” (Y/N) asked, gazing at the surrounding trees and the flower beds that covered the area around the lagoon. 

“We’re at Grindylow Lagoon”, Charlie replied leading (Y/N) closer to the lagoon, “We can’t get too close to the water itself because of the Grindylows, but the area surrounding it is peaceful for students” 

“The flowers are beautiful, I never even knew this lagoon existed!”, (Y/N) exclaimed happily as Charlie pulled out his wand. She watched as the picnic blanket flew out of his bag along with plates, silverware, and food. 

“Well, I’m technically not supposed to bring anyone here,” Charlie admitted sheepishly as he scratched the back of his head, “But this was an exceptional situation that required some rule-breaking” 

(Y/N) begun to giggle, her blush obvious on her cheeks, as she shook her head at Charlie, “You’d risk getting in trouble for me?” She asked making Charlie roll his eyes in response. 

“Would you risk getting in trouble for me?” Charlie asked, raising his eyebrow teasingly at (Y/N) who obviously knew the answer to her own question. Shaking her head, she gazed up at Charlie with a smile, “Touche, Weasley” she stated simply, sitting down on the mat Charlie had prepared. 

Say you'll remember me Standing in a nice dress Staring at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just in your Wildest dreams, ah-ha oh Wildest dreams, ah-ha oh “What can I say, (Y/N)?” Charlie said as he took his place beside her, “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to see that gorgeous smile on your face” He admitted bluntly, placing his hand atop hers. 

(Y/N) blushed once again, her eyes meeting Charlie’s as the sun set around them, “That’s very sweet of you to say, Charlie” (Y/N) admitting, giving his hand a light squeeze, “You’re the first person to get me out of the castle these past five months” (Y/N) let out a small sigh, gazing down at her lap as she recalled the vicious rumors her classmates spread throughout the years. 

As the two spoke, Charlie began passing (Y/N)’s various sweets he had collected from The Great Hall. Passing a warm Pumpkin Pasty to (Y/N), he reached into his bag and pulled out two drinking glasses, “Would the lady prefer Butterbeer or Hot Chocolate?” Charlie asked, making her giggle once again. 

“I’d like Butterbeer, please” (Y/N) replied, playing into Charlie’s scenario as he poured her a drink. Taking a bite of her Pumpkin Pasty, she shut her eyes and enjoyed the flavor of the warm pastry as the crisp breeze filled her lungs. Charlie chewed on some Salt Water Taffy as they enjoyed their treats in comfortable silence. 

Surprisingly, Grindylow Lagoon was calm and completely different from the hustle and bustle of Hogwarts Castle. The two listened to the buzzing of the bugs that covered the tall trees, to the sound of frogs croaking around them, and the soft-howls of creatures in the distance. Normally, most students would be spooked by the noises of the Forbidden Forest, but Charlie and (Y/N) were confident they would be safe as long as they stayed together. 

You see me in hindsight Tangled up with you all night Burning it down Someday when you leave me I bet these memories Follow you around (Y/N) watched as the Grindylows swam through the lagoon, noticing the babies and the families as they traveled back and forth. “Do you think we’ll remember this when we graduate Hogwarts?” (Y/N) asked, breaking their comfortable silence, “So many life-threatening situations happen all around us and I’m afraid that is all we’ll remember when we’re done” She admitted, bringing her goblet to her lips, enjoying the cold Butterbeer running down her throat. 

Charlie was taken aback by her sudden question and thought for a moment, “I think we’ll remember the peaceful moments and the life-threatening ones” Charlie replied, finishing his Pumpkin juice. “I think these moments are even more special thanks to the types of adventures we have”, Charlie stated.

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him, “Why do you think that?” She asked, making Charlie smile as he gazed into his empty cup. 

“If you think about it, we’re always risking our lives to protect the school, especially you”, Charlie explained, “Since you’re always surrounded by threats and villains, these peaceful moments are special because they don’t occur as often”. (Y/N) begun to understand what he meant, “Everyone deserves to relax after saving the entire student body” Charlie smiled, grabbing a treacle tart to appease his sweet tooth. 

(Y/N) nodded in agreement, grabbing her own tart to enjoy, “I’ve never thought about it that way”, (Y/N) admitted, “But I agree with you, these are some of the moments I should treasure because they don’t occur as often” (Y/N) analyzed Charlie’s words, utilizing them to create her own conclusions. 

“I really appreciate you bringing me here, Charlie” (Y/N) spoke, her body moving closer to Charlie’s as she grabbed his hand. As time the sun went down, (Y/N) felt compelled to be honest with Charlie, “I’ve been having a difficult time because of all the rumors and I thought it would be easier to isolate myself than to face the situation” (Y/N) let her gaze fall, but she squeezed Charlie’s hand as she spoke. Charlie returned her squeeze, hoping it would encourage her to continue talking. 

“But you helped me realize that it rumors don’t define the type of person I am,” (Y/N) looked up at Charlie, leaning her body closer to his, “This might be bold of me to say, but I hope I can share more of these memories with you” (Y/N) admitted, a dark blush spreading across her cheeks as Charlie returned her loving gaze.

You'll see me in hindsight Tangled up with you all night Burning it down Someday when you leave me I bet these memories Follow you around

Charlie’s heart fluttered at (Y/N)’s words, he had always been impressed at her bravery when it came to the Curse-vaults, but this was a different form of admiration. He admired her smile and placed his free hand against her cheek, his thumb softly tracing the top of it as they spoke, “I’d be honored to be a part of your memories,” Charlie stated, his voice low and soft. (Y/N) leaned her cheek into his palm, giving his hand another squeeze once she heard his response, “You’re the most brilliant person I’ve ever met and I will do everything in my power to keep you in my life”. The two of them were still young, but the passion in Charlie’s words was unmistakable. Charlie had grown up watching his parents’ healthy relationship and understood the love they shared for each other. It was their successful marriage that helped Charlie understand what type of relationship he wants for his future. 

Say you'll remember me Standing in a nice dress Staring at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just pretend “Charlie...” (Y/N) whispered, leaning closer towards the Weasley boy, “I’m so happy to hear you feel that way”, She admitted, her eyes switching from his brown eyes to his lips. A blush appeared on her cheeks as she imagined what it would be like to lean in and kiss him, but she could not find the courage to. 

Charlie could read her like a book and the blush on her cheeks revealed her true intentions towards him. Letting a smirk play on his lips, Charlie leaned his face closer to hers as he tucked a strand of her (H/C) behind her ear, “Is there something you’d like to ask me?” Charlie asked softly, his hooded eyes meeting hers. 

There was something about Charlie’s gaze that caused (Y/N)’s heart to melt instantly. The blush on her cheeks darkened as she realized Charlie had caught on to her intentions, “Ha, you’re really going to make me ask?” (Y/N) muttered with an embarrassed tone. 

“Well, it’s not safe to assume,” Charlie teased, “I want to hear what you want word for word, then I’ll know we’re both on the same page” He confessed, pulling her face closer to his, ensuring her that he understood her intentions, “So, why don’t you tell me?” Charlie whispered, his soft lips brushing against her own.  (Y/N)’s heart almost jumped out of her chest at his words, his sultry tone making her head spin. They were so close to sharing their first kiss, but he was making her wait and ask. Taking in a deep breath, (Y/N) recalled her encounters with the Curse-Vaults, were-wolves, and other mysterious occurrences at Hogwarts that required bravery and determination. 

Although this was not a life or death situation, she knew she needed to be brave if she wanted to get what she wanted. 

And what (Y/N) wanted right now was a kiss from Charlie Weasley, “Kiss me, Charlie” She stated confidently and a grin spread across Charlie’s face. 

“Gladly,” He replied, finally closing the small distance between their lips and kissing (Y/N) softly. 

(Y/N) immediately felt the sparks when their lips connected, the feeling of butterflies in her stomach as the two shared a kiss. Charlie instinctively wrapped his arms around (Y/N)’s waist, pulling her body against his as he deepened their first kiss. 

Say you'll remember me Standing in a nice dress Staring at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just in your (just pretend, just pretend) Wildest dreams, ah-ha oh In your wildest dreams, ah-ha oh (Even if it's just in your wildest dreams) ah-ha In your wildest dreams, ah-ha

Breaking their kiss, the two pulled their faces away but remained in each other’s arms, “I can’t believe you made me ask” (Y/N) laughed, pressing her forehead against Charlie’s. 

Charlie gave her a subtle shrug, “Will it make you feel better if I ask you this time?” Charlie teased, running his fingers through her (E/C) hair. 

(Y/N) smiled, pressing a kiss against Charlie’s cheek, “Well, we won’t know until you try” She said. 

Charlie rolled his eyes at her remark, “I better give it my best shot then” he stated, pulling her in for another kiss. (Y/N) happily returned his kiss, enjoying the moment they shared at Grindylow Lagoon. 

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Private Tea Party

Chapter 56

Word count: 1396

Standing in front of the Stairwell Gargoyle, you took a deep breath, trying to pull yourself together. Headmistress has always been kind and sympathetic, but why she invited you, remained a mystery. McGonagall supported you in the most difficult moments, but of course not in the way Severus did. Who knows how your life would turn out here, if this man hadn’t shown a share of his attention toward a lonely downtrodden girl two years ago.

You didn't want to show Snape how worried you were, but as he could feel even the slightest change in your mood, it was silly to hope he wouldn’t notice.

Rubbing your shoulder, he tried to calm you down. “It’s just a friendly visit.”

“For you, but not for me. She’s Headmistress after all!”

“Well, I’m her Deputy, and you’re not afraid of me,” Snape smiled, pulling you closer.

He was right. But your relationship developed so smoothly and naturally, that you yourself didn’t even realize, how close you were becoming. Day after day, through constrained exchange of short simple phrases, you’ve grown to show a bit of care for each other, hesitant and insecure but so heartily. You didn’t notice, how you started spending more time together, just lingering in the lab at first, and going out later under pretext of gathering ingredients. Something drew you to each other and you couldn’t resist this mysterious force, fully giving yourselves to its power. Gradually you’ve built a strong connection, nothing in the world could destroy. Having this man was a blessing.

While all these thoughts were swirling in your head, the Gargoyle turned around, giving you access to the stairs. Snape's firm hand landed on your nape, slightly pushing you forward.

You gasped in amazement, once you entered Headmistress’ office. It was so magically magnificent here, that you forgot about your excitement for a moment.

“Oh, come in!” you heard the joyful voice of an old lively lady.

You blinked, looking around, but she was nowhere to be seen. Snape smiled, touched by your confusion. He took your hand and walked you to a small veranda, hidden behind dark green curtains with silver patterns.

“Finally!” McGonagall approached you, and literally snatching you from Snape's hands, sank you down on a chair at a small round table, set with a teapot and various treats.

Terribly embarrassed, you dropped your eyes, timidly picking at the folds of your dress. Severus leisurely took a seat next to you. Squeezing your hand, he forced you to look at him. His kind smile promised, that there was nothing to worry about, and you couldn’t help answering him the same. You felt so calm and easy at once.

McGonagall joined you almost immediately. Slightly tilting her head to the side, she admired you with a friendly smile.

“You look so beautiful together,” she clasped her hands in delight.

Your cheeks flushed, and you looked down again, trying to hide a humble smile.

“Minerva,” without a single emotion on his face, Snape interrupted her in almost a whisper.

“Don't be a bore, Severus!” she frowned at him and returned her glance back on you. “Help yourself, child!”

“How’s your study?” Headmistress’ look pierced you through.

“It’s good,” you answered quietly.

“And your relationship with the students?”

“Much better. At least they don’t touch me anymore. It seems like they’ve lost interest in me,” you smiled bitterly, remembering the hell they made your life before.

“Glad to hear that!” McGonagall took a sip from her cup. “So you spent the holidays together?”

Snape realized that numerous meticulous questions were not to be avoided, and joined in the conversation, with that only purpose, to save you from speaking. He began the story in his leisurely manner, starting from the day you first arrived at Cokeworth. Your man’s voice has always had a soothing effect on you and didn’t fail this time as well. You felt surprisingly comfortable in this cozy, almost family atmosphere. McGonagall’s favor was evident, and you finally relaxed. Complementing Snape's story with new details once in a while, slowly but surely you took the initiative, enthusiastically sharing your impressions about the time you’ve spent together.

McGonagall couldn't help but rejoice, watching the way Snape looked at you, the way his eyes sparkled with happiness. You two were made for each other.

If it were not for the soundproofing charms of the Headmistress’ office, the laughter of the three of you would be heard in the school corridors.

“I don’t know, if I could ever convince him,” you replied, laughing and wiping the tears from your face.

“Oh, dear, you have the power to make him do anything!” McGonagall made another unsuccessful attempt to calm down.

Snape sat, rolling his eyes and frowning with displeasure, when you were discussing how stunning he would look in a colorful Hawaiian shirt on your summer vacation. He couldn’t understand how your conversation went that far. “Women… They have an outstanding talent in changing topics...”

“I’ll make some more tea,” he snapped, realizing that you won’t leave him alone.

“You are the first one, who managed to tame his obscure temper!” McGonagall winked, when he disappeared in the depths of her office.

“No, he's not at all like that!” you objected. “He just pretends.”

“You're right! Nevertheless, he let you see it, which is no less important!” she agreed, and you grinned.

“Severus appealed to me with a request on your account,” McGonagall put her cup aside and looked at you intently. “To be honest, I was also going to offer you to stay at Hogwarts after graduation.”

You froze, being taken aback, not ready to discuss such serious things.

“I need to know if you’re ready for such responsibility and the pressure which comes along with it? Do you really want this? And by the way, you want it, right?” she still didn’t know, what you answered on Snape’s proposal.

You vigorously nodded your head. “I really want to. But I don’t know if the students could take me seriously, because I’m not much older than them.”

“Severus got Professor’s position, being 3 years younger than you,” McGonagall cheered you up. “He managed to handle it, even though he had no one to support him or help with advice. And you will have all this.”

“Yes, indeed,” you agreed hesitantly.

“I’m writing to the Ministry then, about you being appointed as his assistant,” she stated. “I don’t know the whole procedure, because this is the first precedent in our school, when a student will combine studies with work. But I’ll keep you informed, of course.”

You nodded again, your heart pounding wildly from excitement.

“Severus and I will help you, I'm sure it’s worth the trouble!” she smiled sympathetically.

“I don't know what to say…” Touched by her kind attitude, you couldn’t find words to express how grateful you were.

“I left you for just a few minutes, and there remained not a trace of your wicked fun,” Snape’s deep voice interrupted the conversation. You sighed with relief, the man’s presence made you feel better.

“What happened?” he placed the teapot on the table and patted your shoulder, his face gained a concerned expression.

“Nothing, Severus! Absolutely nothing!” McGonagall poured fresh tea into empty cups. “It's natural to be a little nervous, before making important life choices.”

“Was it necessary to discuss it now?” Snape frowned. “And surely in my absence!”

“You didn’t miss anything. We’ll wait for the response from the Ministry, and in the meantime, there is nothing to worry about,” McGonagall lit a dozen more candles with a graceful gesture, it was getting too dark outside.

“You sure?” ignoring his colleague’s words, Snape addressed you, his eyes staring into yours, searching for the answer.

You smiled, realizing that enlisted the support of these two people, you were destined to succeed, and there was no possible way for you to fail.

“Yes, come here,” you grabbed his hand and pulled him to yourself. He took his seat beside you, but this time he moved closer to finally wrap you into his embrace. You laughed cheerfully, nuzzling into his neck. There was no need to keep up appearances any more.

The rest of the evening passed by unnoticed, though you’ve lingered till the midnight. For the first time you felt confident about your future and could joyfully look ahead.

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[write-havoc]

This Is How I Disappear Ch. 46

Summary: A girl named Chuck finds herself in the exact place she doesn't want to be, living with violent men in a desolate nursing home. After her former gym teacher finds her, will he be the savior she was looking for?

Fandom: The Walking Dead AU

Pairing: Negan/Original Female Character

Status: Completed (story continues in The Flame Is Gone, The Fire Remains)

Contains: swearing, violence, sexual assault, blood, smut

Intended for readers 18+ of age only

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It’s the day after Halloween and Chuck is dragging her feet up the stairs to the fifth floor, her light sundress allowing the cool air of the stairwell to give her a chill. The party last night had gone on far longer than she had thought it would. Or at least, she stayed far longer than she anticipated. She figured she would cut out early like she did with every other party she’s ever been to, but she actually stayed until the end because she was having so much fun.

She danced with Negan a lot. She even danced with Tonya and Frankie for a while. She ate a bunch of treats people had made for the occasion. She even told some rated r versions of the scary stories she told earlier, which people enjoyed. Then others told even more stories and it went on for much of the night. Not to mention the fact that she had to entertain Negan when they got to the privacy of their own room, of course.

All of that led Chuck to have only a few hours of sleep before she had to be in the classroom to teach the children. But Chuck doesn’t mind the drowsiness. Especially because everyone had such a good time last night. Seeing the kids excited and happy, then the residents having fun, it all gave Chuck some hope for a more normal future. A future where kids could be kids and people didn’t have to be scared all the time.

When Chuck opens the door to the fifth floor, she hears music coming from down the hall towards Negan’s apartment. She turns to José to greet him.

“Hey, José. Is Negan playing music down there?” Chuck is confused at the thought because Negan should be working and not up here right now.

“No. It’s the guys in the nursery. They play music when no one’s up here. You can tell them to turn it off. Sherry usually does when she gets up here and hears them playing it.”

Chuck shrugs. “It doesn’t bother me. And maybe it’ll motivate them to get the nursery finished sooner,” she jokes with a laugh.

José chuckles. “Negan’s still keeping you outta there, huh?”

“Yes,” she answers with a huff. “Only a few more days, though. He promised he’d show me after we get our next ultrasound and we see the sex of the baby.”

“I’m sure it’s perfect.” He gives her a smile. “The baby and the nursery,” he clarifies in jest.

“I know they are.” She smiles back. “Well. See you later,” she calls out with a wave of her hand and walks into Negan’s office. She proceeds on through the kitchen and to the bedroom. Once she opens the door, she immediately sees that there is a crude doorway cut out in the back wall leading to the nursery.

  Oh my god! They’re finished with the nursery! Well, not all the way finished because there’s no doorframe or door there, but they must be done! Negan said that the last thing they’d do is cut the door out.

Should I have a peek? I don’t think the guys in there heard me come in over the music they’re playing. I could just peek my head in...

  Chuck kicks her shoes off and takes a few slow steps toward the doorway, but jumps back when a large figure comes out to fill the space. One of the saviors working in the nursery must’ve heard her, she figures. He’s tall, about as tall as Negan, and very muscular, with buzzed dark hair. He appears to be in his early thirties.

Chuck giggles at herself and how she got caught. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to take a peek.”

Before she even has time to react, the man lunges at her, flipping her around and covering her mouth with his large hand as his other arm wraps around her to pull her back into his chest. His grip is tight enough around her that she can’t move either of her arms. Chuck kicks her legs out trying to find purchase as the man lifts her.

“Grab her feet!” the man calls back.

Another man comes out of the nursery. He’s younger than the first and smaller, still big, though, with blond hair cut just above his jawline. He grabs Chuck’s feet and wraps a ziptie around her ankles, pulling it tight enough that it digs into her skin as she struggles.

The man holding her bends down to speak directly into her ear. “If you fight or scream, I’ll hurt you.” He pauses to let his words sink in then lets go of her mouth and pulls both of her arms back hard, making her let out a yelp of pain. He zipties her wrists just as tightly as her ankles. “Gag her then get the trunk,” he growls out to the other man.

The younger one does as he’s told, shoving a bandana in her mouth and tying it tightly around her head. He goes into the nursery and comes back with a large trunk, plonking it down directly in front of her. The man holding her hoists her up so her feet are above the open trunk and the younger man guides her in. They push her down so that she’s curled up in the trunk.

The older man leans back down into her space. “Don’t you make a fucking noise, bitch.” He slams the lid and latches it without another word.

Chuck is in shock as she processes the last few minutes.

  What just happened? Who are these guys? Are they saviors? They must be. There’s no way outsiders could get in here. Why would they want to take me? Kidnap me?

I’m being kidnapped.

I’m being kidnapped .

  ——— Negan’s POV ———

  I stare at the fuckin’ words on the nursery wall.

“Cooperate and she lives.”

Someone has Chuck. My home is surrounded by the fuckin’ dead and someone took my fucking girl away from me. And I’m fucking powerless to do a goddamn thing about it.

Fuck.

Fuck!

I stomp right back out into the hallway and zero in on José. Why the fuck did I even have him up here if this shit could happen under his watch. I let out all my rage and punch him right in the face. “You motherfucker! How the fuck could you let this happen!?” I yell as he goes down.

I’m so fuckin’ angry that I can’t think straight. I lift Lucille up to bring her down on José’s goddamn head, but the wives’ screams pull me out of my fuckin’ haze. I look up to see their scared fuckin’ faces and I drop Lucille back down to my side.

“I’m sorry!” José cries out as he holds his hands up to me. “I swear I didn’t see-“

I don’t let him finish. “Get the fuck up.” I wait for him to stand before I fuckin’ interrogate him. “Start at the goddamn beginning.”

He looks like he’s scared shitless. “Chuck left this morning to teach the kids. Th-The other girls left, too.”

Sherry, Tonya, and Frankie all nod. Kayla, I assume, is in the fuckin’ infirmary. And the rest of them have been doing shit downstairs most days instead of staying the fuck up here.

José continues. “The four guys came up here to work on the nursery-“

“Four guys?” I question. Because the only guys thatshould’ve been up here in the nursery are the three that are currently fuckin’ dead in there. “Who was the extra guy?”

“Uh. He’s a savior. Coby? Cody?” He’s fuckin’ struggling to remember the fuck’s name and it’s pissing me off. “I’m sorry! It-It’s one of those white guy names.”

I try to think of all my guys with c names. “Conner?”

“Yeah! It was Conner. He came up here with the other guys. Then Conner went back down in the elevator with Matt.”

Goddamnit, Matt. Why the fuck would you let him up here? You knew I didn’t want anyone else up here. Matt was always a gullible son of a bitch. Conner probably used that to his fuckin’ advantage. Told him I said to let him up there or something. Fuck. What the fuck was Conner playing at?

José keeps going. “A little while later, Conner and Matt came back up with another guy. I think he might be Conner’s brother. They brought up one of those big boxes with the lids and the straps.”

“Like a... steamer trunk?” I ask.

“Yeah. And then Chuck came up after that. And Conner and his brother left down the elevator with the trunk.”

Sherry jumps in. “We were all up here when we heard the crash at the gate. We thought Chuck was up here so we went to check on her. And found...” she gestures to the nursery.

I suck on my teeth and run my hand down my cheek. Conner and his brother Andy took Chuck. Smuggled her away in a fucking box. That’s the only explanation that makes any goddamn sense. But why the fuck would they do that?! I know Andy isn’t the fuckin’ mastermind of this shit. He doesn’t care enough to want to fuckin’ overthrow me, or what-the-fuck ever this shit is. All he cares about is fucking girls and playing darts. He had to’ve only been there because his fucking brother Conner told him to.

Conner is the one who is cold as fuckin’ ice. He’s the one that shot those poor fuckers in the head like a goddamn assassin, no doubt about it. And Conner has always wanted to move up in the hierarchy. He rallied fuckin’ hard to be the head of RA outpost when that shit started. But I would never give that fuckin’ psychopath free reign of one of the outposts. And he wasn’t fuckin’ shy about showing how pissed he was that I passed him over. I heard it from multiple fuckin’ guys that he was mouthing off when he got drunk. But I never said a word to him. I thought he’d get the fuck over it.

Is that what this shit is? Revenge for a missed goddamn promotion!?

Revenge?!

Oh, fuck! Andy.

Andy is the one that Chuck fuckin’ attacked when she first got here. Fuck! If that fucker held a grudge after that...

“Fuck!” I couldn’t keep it in any longer. “Motherfuck!” I start to pace as I think.

I have to deal with all this shit at my doorstep to make sure the dead don’t fuckin’ kill everyone. And I have to get my girl back. I have to.

I find myself in front of the door to Chuck’s room and I fuckin’ lose it. I punch my fist into the hard wood and keep punching until a crack forms.

“Negan!” Sherry’s voice finally reaches my ears so I stop. “You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

I rest my forehead on the door as I heave in fuckin’ breaths. “It doesn’t fuckin’ matter,” I mutter under my breath.

Sherry’s hand rests on my back softly and I fuckin’ flinch at it. “It does matter. We all need you, Negan,” she practically whispers. “Chuck’s gonna need you.”

I turn my head away from the door to look at Sherry. She looks fuckin’ scared. But she’s right, though. I keep my people alive. I will keep my people alive. And I need to get this fuckin’ herd out of my asshole so I can get out and find my girl.

I stand up straight and put my radio to my mouth. “Dwight,” I call into it.

“Yeah, Negan?”

“Did Conner and Andy leave the gates today?”

“Yeah. They did. About four hours ago, right after lunch.”

I scratch at my head and pace just trying to calm the fuck down. Chuck has been gone of four fucking hours. Four hours with those fuckin’ guys doing god knows what.

“Did they do all this?” Frankie’s shaking voice calls out. “Did those two guys send the dead here?”

I stare at her thinking about what she asked. It couldn’t have been just them. They couldn’t have coordinated all that shit by themselves. And I’m pretty sure it would’ve been obvious if they recruited the amount of men necessary to pull this shit off. I think I would’ve fuckin’ noticed if there were a fuck ton of my men missing here to wrangle all those fuckin’ dead.

No. It wasn’t an inside job. Those brothers are working with those dead collectors we’ve been trying to find.

Motherfucker! Those two fucks were the only team that never came back with anything on those dead herders. Even if it was small, the other teams came back with fuckin’ something. I’d bet goddamn money that Conner and Andy ran into that group outside my fuckin’ walls and joined up with them. Like fuckin’ traitors.

I turn back to the girls, but don’t really answer Frankie’s question. “You girls are gonna move downstairs for a while. Tonya and Frankie can stay with Simon. One of you guys inform Kayla that she can move in with her boyfriend. And Sherry,” I pause and meet her fuckin’ eyes, “you can stay with Dwight.”

I know she still has feelings for him. And he does, too. I’ve seen they way they look at each other when they’re in the same room.

Sherry looks back at me all shocked. But I honestly don’t care right now if she stays with that Two-Face lookin’ fucker. Shit, she can start fucking him again for all I care. It’s time to get rid of the wives anyway.

The wives all go back to their rooms to pack, I guess, which leaves me standing there with José.

“Get the bodies out of the fuckin’ nursery and throw them in one of the cells,” I direct to him without looking his way. “We’ll clean all this shit up later.”

“Yes, sir.” He doesn’t move. He just stands there with his head down. “I never wanted anything to happen to Chuck. I didn’t know what they were doing in there. I couldn’t hear... I never would’ve thought anything could happen-“

I cut him off. “I know,” is all I say before I walk away.

———   ———

  Chuck knows she was put in a car or a truck; she could feel the travel. Now, she can feel that she’s being carried somewhere again. It’s been about an hour, she thinks, since the two men shoved her in the trunk and took her from her home. And she’s been trying to keep herself calm, which is difficult. Not only is she in and uncomfortable position with her arms tied behind her back, but it is getting unbearably hot inside the confined space. And she can feel the zipties digging into her and breaking the skin.

She gets set on the ground. Then, she hears the ties being unlatched. She’s at her destination. And she still doesn’t know why. Or what is awaiting her.

The lid of the trunk is flung open, flooding Chuck’s vision with blinding light. She squeezes her eyes shut and flinches away as she’s pulled from the trunk and sat down in a chair. When she finally opens her watering eyes, she sees that she’s in a large conference room with a long oval table in the center and a wall of windows covered in blinds off to her right. All of the chairs are filled with armed men and even more guys stand by the walls. The two men that took her stand beside her.

The cooler air of the room feels amazing on Chuck’s overheated skin. But she doesn’t have much time to revel in the feeling because a strange voice rings out.

“Little. Miss. Charlotte,” the man at the head of the table calls out as he rises from his seat. He gestures to the two kidnappers and they move to stand by the other men at the wall.

Chuck starts to tremble as this new man walks closer to her. He’s older than her, probably in his late thirties and tall, maybe just over six feet. A long leather coat with fur on the collar covers his body, but Chuck can tell he’s muscular. His black hair is perfectly styled in an undercut parted at the side which matches his perfectly manicured full beard. When he gets closer, Chuck can see a deep scar cutting through his left eyebrow.

The man kneels down beside her and pulls out a knife, which causes Chuck to gasp. “It’s fine, sugar,” he says in a deep soothing voice, though it doesn’t allay her fears. He runs his free hand down her smooth leg to grasp her ankle. He looks up at her. “I think you’re a smart girl. So don’t prove me wrong by doing anything stupid right now.” He uses the knife to carefully cut the ziptie and rises to his feet. He pushes Chuck forward to free her hands.

Chuck slowly brings her arms forward to rest in her lap, being careful not to hurt her overextended shoulders.

The man unties her gag and pulls if from her mouth after he sheaths his knife. He turns his face from her to talk to a man close by. “Get the first aid kit.”

The underling takes a first aid kit from the other side of the table and hands it to the man now kneeling in front of Chuck again.

“My name is Eldritch. And this is my compound.” He takes Chuck’s ankles and starts to clean the wounds caused by the ziptie. “Please get Miss Charlotte some water,” he say to no one in particular, but one of the men rushes to obey the order. “I’ve been told that you like to be called ‘Chuck’. But I find that doesn’t suit you.” He looks up from her ankles to her face. “Something so soft,” he tries to caress her cheek with the back of his fingers, but Chuck flinches backward. Eldritch pauses at her reaction then removes his hand from her space. He continues on with his sentence. “...shouldn’t be called something so harsh.”

The underling holds out a bottle of water and Eldritch takes it as he stands. He takes the lid off then holds the bottle close to Chuck’s mouth. When she moves her hands to take it, he makes a tutting sound and pulls the bottle away. Chuck is confused for a moment, until Eldritch brings the bottle back to her mouth. She quickly figures out that he wants to give her the drink himself. Chuck’s thirst wins out over her discomfort in the act and she opens her mouth to allow Eldritch to press the bottle to her lips. He tilts the bottle allowing her to take a few drinks. He pulls the bottle away from her and hands it back to the underling.

“You can have more when we’re done here.” Eldritch kneels back down to tend to the wounds on Chuck’s wrists.

Chuck is frightened, but she finally finds her voice. “Are you going to hurt me?” she says as evenly as she can.

Eldritch doesn’t look up, but continues to bandage her wrists. “I need you, Red,” he answers with a new nickname. “I need you to keep Negan focused. Compliant. So I’m not going to hurt you.” He finally finishes and looks up to her face. “Besides, you women,” he reaches out and grasps Chuck’s cheek before she can turn away, “are special. You should be protected. Kept.”

Chucks eyes go wide at his words and his tone.

  What does he mean when he says “kept”? And why does he want Negan complaint? Eldritch is using me to get to Negan, but what does he really want? To take over The Sanctuary? To kill Negan?

  Eldritch’s gaze travels down to Chuck’s belly then back up to her face. He takes her hand, pulling her to her feet and leads her over to a window. He opens the blinds and gestures for Chuck to look out. The whole building, or at least as much as Chuck can see is surrounded by the dead. Hundreds of them.

Chuck instinctively tries to take a step back as she lets out a gasp.

Eldritch throws his arm around her waist and pulls her into him, forcing her to stay put in front of the window. “It’s alright, sugar. You’re perfectly safe in here.” He leans closer to her. “Out there is another story. So don’t even think about trying to escape,” he whispers into her ear. “No one could save you from that.” He gestures to the window with his free hand.

“Why?” is all Chuck can get out, though she herself isn’t sure of what she’s asking. Why are you showing me this? Why are the dead here? Why are you living so close to them? Why is this all happening? All of those questions dance in her head.

Eldritch interprets the vague question in his own way and answers. “I allow the dead work for me.”

Chuck looks up at him like he’s crazy. “You can’t tame them,” she says before thinking. The last thing she wants to do is to make this guy angry.

Eldritch chuckles and looks down to her. “I can use them. And I do. As a matter of fact, I’ve used them against your husband.”

Chuck starts to breathe harder. “What?”

“Your Sanctuary is currently surrounded by my undead soldiers. But don’t fret.” He grasps her cheek to make sure she can’t turn away him. “I know Negan is resourceful, so I’m sure everyone’s fine,” he drags out unsettlingly. “I just needed him to know what he was up against. I needed him to know that he can’t beat me.”

Chuck shudders as a cold chill runs down her spine. She fears for herself and her baby being in the hands of this strange man and his people. But she also fears for Negan and all of the people of The Sanctuary if what Eldritch says is true. Everyone is great in danger.

  ——— Negan’s POV ———

I’m sitting in my meeting room with my top guys all around me waiting for Rick to get into fuckin’ position to lead these dead fucks away. There’s really not much else we can fuckin’ do from inside. So we’re all sitting here with our thumbs up our fuckin’ asses.

We’ve been keeping in contact with the outposts and Hilltop. They’re all fuckin’ surrounded, too. But it seems that they aren’t dealing with as many fuckin’ dead as we are. Even so, they’ve had some casualties, some people bit and dealt with already. Which fuckin’ sucks. But some of the outposts have said that they got some people out to start leading the biters away. So they’ll be free before we are.

We have some fuckin’ missing people, though. No one can get in contact with any of the teams out in the wilderness or any of the lookouts. Including TJ and his team. We’re assuming they’re all fuckin’ dead. That whatever group is doing all this picked them off first so they couldn’t warn us. That’s the only explanation. They would’ve been in contact if they were alive. And there’s no way they were all traitors like the fucks that took Chuck. So there’s already a body count. I’ve already fuckin’ lost a few dozen guys.

And we’re still fuckin’ surrounded. The walls of the building are holding and all the goddamn doors are keeping shut, so... we’re not fuckin’ dead yet. Which is a plus, I guess. But we are still firmly in a shit pile of fuckin’ shit.

My mind goes back to Chuck. Fuck, I hope she’s safe. I hope whoever’s fuckin’ got her is treating her like a hostage and not a prisoner. Or worse.

I can’t fuckin’ think about it. I just can’t. I’ll go fuckin’ nuts if I do. And I need to get out of all this shit to find her. Save her. Get my girl back. And my kid.

I can’t lose them like this.

Todd comes into the room with a few of his guys. They’ve been on the platforms outside scoping shit out.

“What’s it look like?” Simon asks him.

Todd takes his seat. “We didn’t see any people. The assholes must’ve gotten the dead close enough, then fled. No one’s watching us as far as we can tell.”

I nod. No matter how much I’m trying, I’m still fuckin’ preoccupied. Which is fuckin’ dangerous. I gotta get my head in the game.

“Rick’s guys out there yet?” I ask to anyone.

“We didn’t see them, but they radioed saying they’re close,” Todd answers. “They have trucks with big speakers, Rick said. They’re gonna blast music to attract the goons away from us and lead ‘em to the quarry. Shut ‘em in.”

I nod. It’ll take fuckin’ hours to lead those dead fucks away. And it’s already dark out.

Chuck has been gone for eight hours...

One of my guys comes running into the room all out of breath. “I got stuck out there,” he explains and sucks in a few breaths. “But,” he holds out a piece of paper in his hand, “you have to see this.”

I take it and root around in my inner jacket pocket for my glasses. “What the fuck is it?” I ask as I put the glasses on my face and unfold the paper.

“It was taped to the dash of the truck that rammed us. I saw it when I turned the horn off and knew you had to see it. But I got overrun and was trapped on the roof of the truck until some guys came out with planks and shit to get me to the platforms.”

I stare at the note. It’s handwritten in weird ass script.

Negan,

I have your wife. Don’t worry. She’s safe, for the moment. But you need to know that I intend on keeping her until a deal is struck between me and you. Which calls for us to meet.

I’ll give you a whole day to deal with my undead soldiers. At noon on the day after that, be at Marshall Hall Landing. I trust you can find it.

Don’t be late.

Eldritch

I take a few deep breaths, but I can’t hold it in. “Motherfucking fuck!” I slam Lucille on the table. I jump up and kick my chair across the room. “Fuck!”

Simon pulls the note over to him and reads it. “This isn’t bad, Negan.”

I flip around to glare at him. “It isn’t fuckingbad?!”

“He’s giving us a date and time of where he’s gonna be. This... Eldritch.”

I calm down a bit at that. Simon’s fuckin’ right. “Anyone heard of this fucker?” I call out to my men. “Eldritch?”

The guys all shake their heads as the note gets passed around.

“Marshall Hall Landing,” Regina says aloud when she reads it. “That’s in Maryland. Across the river.”

“Map.” I snap my fingers for anyone to carry out my request.

Simon gets one of the maps out of some drawers and places it in front of Regina. I move to stand next to her as everyone leans in.

“Right,” she moves her finger across the map, “here.” She taps her finger on the spot.

It’s northeast of us across the river. And it’s right on the fuckin’ bank, which is not ideal.

“I want you snipers on the west side of the river,” I say to Todd as I point to the spot on the map. “The river looks about a mile across right there.”

“We can set up on our side of the river,” Todd agrees. “That’s a long shot to make, though.”

“You’ll just be fuckin’ backup. Where are the bridges?”

Regina points up to one near Alexandria, the closest bridge to us. There are more up near D.C. and one way fuckin’ south.

“Shit,” I mutter. That is also not ideal.

“D.C.’s a shit show,” Regina voices what I’m thinking. We always avoid D.C. because it’s overrun and those bridges come out directly into the fuckin’ city, pretty much.

“The southern one is really fucking far out of the way,” Simon adds. “And we’ve never really been out that way. It’d be uncharted territory.”

“Shit,” I say again. “That’s fuckin’ great. We got one route in and out.” I tap on the last remaining bridge.

“You think they’re laying a trap?” Simon asks.

I rub my cheek and stand up fully. “I don’t know. But we’re gonna fuckin’ find out. I want guys out there keeping eyes on that fuckin’ bridge.” I let out a huff. “When we can get the fuck out, that is.”

Not too long after that, we start to hear music. Rick is doing his thing. At first, it seems like the dead are fuckin’ ignoring the loud ass noise, but eventually, groups start to break apart from the herd. From what I can see, Rick has four trucks all blaring music. And two cars blasting their horns.

It takes all fuckin’ night and most of the next day to lead all the dead away. We finish off the few stragglers left on the grounds and get to work patching up the fence.

I send some guys out to watch the bridge we’ll have to cross tomorrow, too. I don’t want any fuckin’ surprises. And since the bridge is close to Alexandria, my guys can be in pretty direct contact with them and they can relay the messages to me.

Goddamn, I just want tomorrow to get here so I can get my girl back and show that Eldritch fucker just who he messed with.

———   ———

  After Eldritch’s introduction, Chuck was escorted to a room which was previously an office. The desk and file cabinets are all pushed against one wall to make room for a cot, which is pushed against the opposite wall. On the same wall is a door that leads to a small washroom, featuring a working sink and toilet.

Chuck had been given some food and was largely left alone most of the time. Random people would peek their heads in to check on her, but would never say anything.

Chuck sits on the cot the day after arriving at this new compound. She hadn’t slept at all the night before, her racing thoughts having kept her awake. She thought of how much danger she’s in. How much Negan is. What this all means for the future of herself and everyone else.

When her door starts to open, she expects another random face. But she immediately stands from the bed when she sees Eldritch entering the room.

“Please,” he holds his hand out to the bed, “sit back down.”

Chuck pauses, but obeys, sitting back down on the edge of the cot.

Eldritch comes forward to sit beside her. She tries to scoot away from him, but he grabs her by the arm to keep her close.

“I’m meeting with Negan tomorrow,” Eldritch states.

Chuck’s head shoots up at the mention of her husband. “Negan-“ she blurts out. “Are you gonna kill him?”

“No. Not unless he does something stupid.” He tries to brush Chuck’s hair from her face, but she turns away. He lets out a huff. “You look tired. Your accommodations not agree with you?”

Chuck ignores the question. “What do you want? Why are you meeting with Negan?”

He lets out a long breath. “Negan is going to agree to give me all of his weapons tomorrow.”

“That’s what this is all about?” Chuck spits back incredulously. For some reason she’s finding it harder than usual to hold her tongue. “Weapons?”

Eldritch’s expression turns dark and his mouth curls up in a sneer, but only for a moment. “That’s not all it’s about.” His gaze trains on Chuck’s belly as he moves his hand to touch it.

Chuck slaps his hand away. The very last thing she wants is for this man to touch her so intimately.

Eldritch instantly grabs Chuck by both biceps harshly and pulls her forward. His face looks like a dangerous predator as he lets out a growl mere inches away from her face.

Chuck whimpers at both the pain of his grasp and in fear.

Eldritch lets go of her suddenly and starts to chuckle as if what had happened wasn’t serious. He runs his hand over his hair to slick it back into place. He huffs a few more breaths before he starts to speak again. “It’s about the only thing that matters now. Power. I’ve been watching Negan and his saviors for a while. I’ve seen what he’s built. What he’s trying to build.” He reaches out to smooth some of Chuck’s hair out of her face. This time she lets him, out of fear of what he might do if she didn’t.

He continues. “Negan’s building an empire. And that simply will not do.” He looks her up and down. “Do you know where I’m from?” he suddenly asks.

Chuck shakes her head slowly.

“Baltimore,” he answers. “The way things are up there...” he lets out a whistle, “it’s nothing like it is here. What Negan’s built, or what I want to build, can never happen up there. It’s war, all of the time. On two fronts. The dead to your back and another group of people to your front who want what you have. There’s no living . There’s no parties, no,” he gestures as he comes up with what he wants to say, “...gardens, no dinners, no friendships. No families.” His eyes flick down to her belly again.

Chuck slowly wraps her arms around her stomach as if that would protect her baby from his gaze.

He looks back up to her face. “No one has any power up there. It’s just chaos.” He runs his hand over his beard. “I moved down here to escape all that. Settled in Maryland at an old fort. But I saw what Negan was doing. Spreading his reach. And when he took over that other settlement, I knew I had to stop him. So I moved my base here and started to amass my undead army to move against him.”

“There’s enough land that we both can-“

He cuts her off. “No. That’s not how it works now. Power has to be absolute. It’s the only way.” He gets up and opens the door. He calls for someone then comes back in with a Polaroid camera that his underling must have given him. “Stand up and move over here.” He points to the wall with the door.

Chuck obeys the order, but doesn’t remove her hands from her belly.

“Look at me.” Eldritch lifts the camera and takes a picture of Chuck. He shakes the picture out and walks to her. “I’ll tell you how the meeting went tomorrow.” He walks past her and out the door, closing it softly after.

She hears the click of the lock engaging as she lays back on the bed.

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I’ll Cross the Sea Another Time (2/2)

Fandom: Mass Effect

Pairing: Shrios

Summary: A fic correcting the death of romanced Thane.  After falling in love, Thane wants to live again. Now he does.

Commissioned by @snuffes​

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Part 1 Part 2

It was like a nightmare. Every time she thought it couldn’t get any worse, some fresh hell would unfold, and the whole galaxy would be turning to her, waiting for her to fix it. The Citadel was burning, C Sec was in shambles, and just when she’d found the councilor some jackass had hopped down from the ceiling to menace the salarian.

Just once , Joan thought bitterly, I would like something to go right and stay right.

Complain later, she told herself. Right now, she had a mission and that mission was being stalked by a human in black leather. Joan gathered a biotic charge around her fist and slammed her hand against the window, blowing it outwards and showering a rain of glass on the ground below. No time to bother with stairs; she vaulted the window sill. Thanks to her cybernetics, the impact on landing only made her wince, rather than shattering both ankles.

Glancing back at her, the assassin did an absolutely ridiculous jump straight over the councilor and to the other side. Definitely had some sort of augmentation, which was just fantastic. For a moment, Joan had thought this would be easy.

He held up a hand and yellow light gathered at his palm.

“Don’t even think about it,” she ordered.

“Shepard, he’s going to kill us all!” the councilor hissed, voice straining in his terror.

“That remains to be seen,” Joan replied, eyes fixed on the newcomer. Now on even ground, she could take him in in his entirety and holy shit , what was she looking at? He was like a cartoon character, with his tiny ponytail and shiny, too-complicated armor.

The councilor was babbling about Udina -- a coup, a trap, collusion with Cerberus -- but Joan was only listening with half an ear. Her focus was on the assassin, who was wearing what appeared to be oversized swim goggles. The black metal and blue strips of light made him look like a toad. The human was mirroring her attempts to get a clear shot, keeping the councilor trapped between them.

From the corner of her eye she saw Garrus and Tali emerge from the stairwell.

“Three on one, pal,” she said. “It’s over.”

“No. Now it’s fun.”

Joan fought the urge to roll her eyes and groan. What kind of cliche, macho, action movie bullshit …

Thane appeared behind him.

Joan had fought beside Thane for over a year while they hunted the Collectors, but his skill never ceased to catch her by surprise. One moment, the space behind the human had been empty air. Then, there was Thane, pistol drawn and pointed at the man’s head.  

The man threw a punch. Thane blocked it easily but dropped his pistol in the process. Their hands flew, so evenly matched it was almost more like dancing than fighting. Joan kept her pistol up, but didn’t dare fire.

The human caught Thane in the face, sending him stumbling; grabbed his arm and threw him to the ground. Joan took the chance and fired, but the assassin was too fast. Thane recovered, pushed himself upright, snatched up his pistol.

The assassin was gone.

Cloaking devices. Joan hated cloaking devices. Okay, yes, they were extremely useful when they were on your side, as Kasumi had proven time and again, but nobody else should be allowed to use them. Her eyes desperately scanned the area, looking for the tell-tale shimmer in the air but finding nothing.

A crackle of electricity and the assassin appeared, holding an honest to god katana, as if this was feudal Japan and not the 22nd goddamn century. Somehow, despite the fact that all four of them had opened fire, the assassin could not be hit. He moved faster than should have been possible, ducking and weaving and always managing to be right where the bullets weren’t.

Thane ducked the first swing of the sword and blasted the man across the room with his biotics. What little of the man’s face Joan could see was twisted in rage as he got to his feet. A breathless pause, and both assassins charged.  

Barely a few feet before they met, the human raised his sword, aimed squarely at Thane’s midsection. He wouldn’t even have to strike. Thane’s momentum would do the work for him.  

The world slowed. Joan’s breath froze in her lungs. Every blink was an eternity, and she didn't dare blink in case she missed it. Everything was in sharp relief, the world so crystal clear Joan could have counted the threads in Thane's jacket. She was sure, so sure that this was the death of the man she loved. Time was sliding away from them again.

As casually as if he was making room for someone to pass in a crowded hallway, Thane turned and slid past the sword. Giddy, hysterical laughter bubbled in Joan’s chest at the bewildered look that spread across the human’s face.

The world sped up, and Thane slammed his knee into the human’s gut, seized his wrist and twisted until the sword clattered to the ground. Thane struck with another blast of biotic energy, though this one was weaker than before -- the fight was beginning to take its toll. The human only stumbled back, giving Thane the space to catch up the sword.

Like lightning, the human closed the space between him and slammed his fist into Thane’s chest, right at the still-fresh scar. Thane went pale under the green and stumbled back, collapsing to the floor.

The human lunged for his sword, but even like this, Thane was better. He rammed it through the human’s thigh. The blade burst out the other side in a shower of sparks, metal pushed open like flower petals.

Suddenly freed from the shock and fear that had frozen her in place, Joan fired and cursed as yet again her shot winged past the man by inches. He wrenched himself and his sword from Thane’s grip, dragged his blade from his leg with a grimace of pain. There was the merest moment of hesitation, then the assassin fled.

Thane tried to pull himself upright, but collapsed back against a table with a soft noise of pain. Joan spared a glance in the assassin’s direction, and made her choice. She’d be quick. The man would pay, and pay dearly, but Joan could not leave not knowing.

She knelt beside the drell and put her hand on his shoulder.

“Are you okay? Are you--” Going to die, she did not, could not say.

“I am fine, siha. I’ve healed enough that one punch won’t do any damage.” He put a hand to his chest and winced all the same. “It did hurt, though.”

Joan grabbed his hand and squeezed it, relief flooding so strongly she herself felt breathless. She couldn’t help but match Thane’s smile when the drell chuckled.

“He should be ashamed of himself, losing to a man recovering from major surgery.”

“You know Cerberus; all dregs and washouts.”

Thane gestured after the assassin.

“Go. I will guard the councilor.” When Joan hesitated, he squeezed her hand again. “I will not die here, Shepard.”

He’s fine , Joan told herself. He’s fine, he’s fine, he said he’d be fine .

Her hands were not shaking, her heart was not pounding, but it was taking all of her strength to make it that way. She couldn't stop her ears from ringing or her mind from replaying the scene of Thane sprawled on the floor, pale and weak, gasping for air.

Joan’s voice was steady when she stopped a nearby doctor and told him she was looking for a drell, a regular patient here.

“ Room 235, just around that--”

Joan was already gone. She didn’t run through the hallways, but she put on her Commander face and the brisk walk that made people hurry to get out of her way. Normally she felt a little guilty -- she didn't like intimidating civilians just for standing around -- but this was an emergency.

Sort of.

Possibly.

When she reached room 235, however, she hesitated, wary of what she might find. She should have asked the doctor how Thane was doing, if only so she could be sure she wasn’t walking blindly into her worst nightmare. Schrodinger's drell, she thought suddenly, slightly hysterically. So long as she stayed out here, Thane could not be dead.

But he couldn't be alive, either. Joan took a deep breath, then let it out.  

Joan opened the door and nearly ran into a drell standing in the middle of the room. He turned, and she stiffened, instantly recognizing Thane’s son. The last time they had met had been...tense. Though it had turned out well enough in the end, she wasn’t certain how Kolyat would react to her.

Fortunately, he didn’t react with immediate disgust or hatred, only mild surprise.

“Commander. My father mentioned you were no longer incarcerated. I don’t know if you remember me. My name is Kolyat Krios.”

Joan had to fight down the quirk of a smile at the corner of her lips. How, exactly, did this young man expect that she would have forgotten the kid she chased halfway across the wards and held at gunpoint? Did he think that was a common enough occurrence for Commander Shepard that the experiences would bleed together? Joan’s life was exciting, but it wasn’t that exciting.

“I remember you,” she said, hoping she managed to hide her amusement. Either Kolyat didn’t notice or was ignoring it, because he simply continued.

“I came as soon as I heard what happened.”

“Is he okay?” she asked, voice dropping to a whisper. Kolyat smiled.

“He’ll be fine. He’s confined to the bed for the foreseeable future, but there was no lasting damage.”

The tangled knots in her chest unwound like clock springs, leaving her weak with exhausted relief. She was tenser than she’d realized, judging by the way her legs had gone to jelly.

Outwardly, she managed to maintain calm. Kolyat stepped aside, and Joan approached Thane’s bed. He was asleep, chest rising and falling without strain. When Joan touched his hand, however, his eyes opened instantly. When he saw her, he smiled sheepishly.

“Siha. I’m afraid I won’t be much more use to you in your fight.”

Joan squeezed his hand tightly.

“You’re alive. That’s all I need.”

Thane’s smile turned wry.

“I was very sure my doctor was going to kill me when they brought me in. Apparently fighting off assassins counts as that ‘strenuous activity’ I wasn’t supposed to be doing.”

Joan couldn’t help but laugh at that, though it was a little breathless. Then the laugh caught in her throat and went tight. She swallowed hard as her eyes grew hot with tears she refused to shed. Thane put his hand on top of hers.

“I am alright. I will survive this, and I will be waiting for you when you return.”

“I was so sure I’d lost you,” she whispered.

Thane struggled to sit up, grunting in pain.

“Thane, don’t--” she began, but he shook his head, determined. When he was upright, Thane took her hand and pulled her closer to the bed, close enough that he could reach out and cup her cheek. He drew her down until his lips pressed against hers. Joan had a brief moment of pity for Kolyat, who probably found this extremely awkward, before it was overruled by the tingling on her lips where they met Thane's.

Joan was a little breathless by the time Thane pulled away, but his expression was deadly serious.

“There is too much here on land, siha, for me to pass willingly into the sea.”

#shrios #mass effect 3 #mass effect #joan shepard #thane/shepard #fix-it fic #commission

[luisneer]

selected tweets 2016-17

These are tweets from my first @luisneer twitter account. Recently I made a new twitter account with the same username, after having deleted my account and having been without twitter for several months. These tweets are from August 2016 to March 2017, which was most of my first year of college at Shepherd University, in Shepherdstown, West Virginia. I don't go to Shepherd anymore; I transferred to West Virginia University, in Morgantown, WV, after my second semester. My tweets from late March 2017 to [July or August] 2017, when I deleted my twitter, were not archived. 

I'm creating this blog post so the world will have access to some of my tweets from the deleted @luisneer, in case they have any merit as literature. I'm still not sure if I will continue to use twitter in 2018/the future. Usually when I use twitter I feel like I'm actually wanting to be doing something else, but I don't know what; or wanting to be using "another app" that doesn't exist. Twitter generally seems bad for me. Questions about my tweets August 2016-March 2017 can be directed at [email protected]. Thank you

    2016

   morgantown has ~48 vape shops

 **morgantown has ~480 vape shops

 siri has werner herzog-like inflections

 considering changing outfits when i take several walks in one day (so nobody thinks im a serial killer, stalker, spy, alien)

 think i remember ~5% of things i said today

 imagined vague connection btwn 'vitamin d' and 'reptar'

 felt distinctly that i was a monkey or chimpanzee while crouching in the corner of my dorm room eating peanuts out of a jar

 just thought (as a request to my mom) 'fax me my skateboard...'

 looked at toilet in bathroom stall with expression of 'utter terror' for what felt like ~15 seconds while it flushed

 listening to bright eyes with headphones at house show

 feel that the toothpaste i use is advancing decay of my teeth

 feel 100% certain that i could train myself to use telepathy to operate my phone during classes

 enjoying the sensation of my right leg 'falling asleep' during psychology class (left foot is also 'asleep')

 felt 'sociopathic' after eye contact w library worker who watched me pick up & pocket a pair of apple headphones someone had left on a chair

 left stolen apple headphones on gray bench across the street from my dorm

 repeatedly placed/removed sunglasses while walking in hallway

 strong desire to remove all positive patterns from my life and perpetuate/embrace all negative ones

 feel that my laptop 'knows' which parts of its screen im looking at

 in winchester, VA

 thought of my own music as having 'no compelling audible elements'

 thought of myself as being legally named 'the fuck up', then couldnt remember my actual name

 successfully, i feel, duplicated 'sociopath facial expression' during eye contact with arch-nemesis in stairwell

 ive taken 13800mg ibuprofen since i got to college

 feel compelled to ask my 9 yr old brother for advice re 'college-level' personal issues

 feel smart after sitting on couch in painting studio + reading art magazines for 2 hours

 persistent notion that 100% of students at my college personally hate me

 psychology professor muttered something like 'scary snake... endocrine system...'

 feeling heavily drugged/sedated in psych class

 psych professor seems obsessed with/terrified by snakes

 imagined kanye smoking crystal meth and tweeting something like 'please help me... cant feel mouth... need help'

 saw a moth at open mic, thought about god

 experiencing difficulty trying to smile

 enjoying using numerous cliches ('the case is closed', 'taking a step back', 'harsh realities') in an essay

 intrigued by conversation i had 9 hrs ago w/ 2 boys who countered my tone (calm, eloquent) exactly by being loud and rude in a friendly way

 felt simultaneously really cute and really lonely while giggling with my mouth closed in french class

 imagined kanye inventing the word 'compactualize' and using it in a sentence during a televised interview

 enjoyed 8-sentence john updike bio in norton lit anthology

 perceived person standing outside bathroom stall occupied by me could 'sense', via something like echolocation, that i was/am depressed

 spoke to french professor in what felt like a distinct persona/alternate luis neer called 'marge simpson voice' luis neer

 feel confidently that the public debut of 'marge simpson voice' luis neer was a success

 feel that 'marge simpson voice' luis neer is the culmination of an unconscious process that initiated in my mind maybe 3-5 years ago

 i want to identify/analyze additional alternate luis neers

 i dont like videos

 i came to college and got weirder, better at writing, more arrogant, more defeated, more sensible

 simultaneously feel that i should run 3 miles and that, at this moment, i would be incapable of running any distance

 feel urged to draw new attention to my 'marge simpson voice' tweets

 huge power outage at shepherd lol

 realized theres no such thing as a 'nation'

 remembered ive blown off obligations to several people, not just one person, so my irresponsibility doesnt 'have a focus', felt comforted

 feel that my follower count is 'crystallized' / will never increase or decrease ever again

 struggled to convert 'stick-and-poke' to past tense during conversation in line at sheetz

 feel it would be pleasurable to take a donut + bottle of coca-cola from this sheetz via armed robbery

 crossed busy road, felt really surprised i didnt get hit by a car, also i wasnt wearing glasses, was walking to sheetz, bought an icee

 laughed alone in my dorm thinking that i should print out a picture of barack obama to put on my wall

 drank from separate glasses containing soymilk, coffee, iced coffee, apple juice, cranberry juice, water, sprite for dinner/breakfas

 just thought 'from adorno to zizek' sans context while shitting

 opened gmail, emailed my father, closed gmail, opened gmail again, viewed email to my father, forwarded it to myself

 'camcorder' would be a good band name

 i thought arnold palmer had already died

 willem dafoe doesnt make me uncomfortable

 i want to stop being mean

 i hate bfs but i want to be someones bf

 wishing i was in a car with friends and no cellular service

 tangled up in myself and others

 twin peaks is depicted as a small town but its population is greater than that of every city in west virginia including the state capital

 eating shark

 thought of my own intelligence as 'frightening'

 thought while walking to class that ginger ale should be made public domain

 had the stitches on my chin removed today, touched the scar tissue for the first time

 i miss being in therapy

 i love carpet

 i love carpet !!

 just thought about my own tweets and lol'd

 mood lately very fragile

 this is what i get for staying up til 5 am

 all night i've felt a wave of dread swelling up, now it's really hitting me

 sound of laughter in public still frightening + unnerving

 my instinct for when to unfriend people on facebook has adapted so that i unfriend people over statuses that make me feel no emotions at all

 fuck, im feeling so much terror

 gucci mane was born 3 days before conor oberst

 the other day i mentioned that i was a poet and this vape guy interrupted me to say "and you didnt know it" and i went fucking nuclear

 interacted with mailman who was picking up mail as i was trying to mail chapbooks, he didnt notice at first that i was talking to him

 what if old people have secrets

 my dad is making me root for a football team but im in pain emotionally

 i feel guilty in general

 thought of my poem "portrait of a nation without any people" as the "lead single" for my full length; it appeared in potluck 14 months ago

 im close friends with satan rn

 feel like travis scott never intended for people to spell his name with a $

 from now on every time i get honey on something ill list the thing in this thread

 finger

 desk

 coffee cup exterior

 pajama pants

 knee

 carpet

 chin

 phone

 shirt

 shoe

 thought that my elderly geography prof. moves by "shuffling"

 feeling shorter, broader

 the only part of the new bright eyes box set i want is the booklet

 is there a booklet? i know there are nvr b4 sn photos

 the song "lime tree" came to conor oberst in a dream

 i like citing things in MLA

 i write essays by pretending im werner herzog

 doesnt seem to be getting later

 lit professor gave my project (sequence of 6 sonnets) a C, i wish she would have gotten me expelled, shelley + ginsberg both were expelled

 heard someone in another room ask "where's wal-mart?" as if wal-mart were a person whose location could change

 i think i just swallowed a filling while eating popcorn, i am very scared, please help

 crazy how things get worse

 there are people on my floor having tons of fun and im upset

 bit my mattress while sitting in the chair next to my bed

 weird that chance the rapper only has 2.4 million followers when he's sort of one of the most famous artists in the world rn

 also weird that donald trump has made 34,000 tweets, seems like an incredibly large number

 the strangeness of yesterday was, for me, augmented by people on the internet talking about a tv show that ive never seen or heard about

 the sunlight is obscene

 im so upset about the sun being so bright im afraid to go outside

 im glad im the only poet who likes trailer park boys

 i slept in a blanket fort under my bed and havent left it all day

 yr = your ur = you're

 my favorite things are pdfs

 now that ive adapted my living space to allow me to never leave my blanket fort i feel like my roommate, omar, exists in a parallel universe

 i hear him but i never see him

 i love latte art, i drink many lattes

 thought that twitter "isn't worth it" in an upset tone while drinking mtn dew

 felt pleasant considering uniqueness of all parent-offspring relationships

 went through my closet + made sure all shirts and jackets were zipped/buttoned

 my blanket is generating flashes of light from static electricity

 record store guy became visibly sick of me several months ago; feel a little guilty every time i enter his store to spend money

 i prefer EPs

 felt "out of control" walking downhill listening to dead kennedys with headphones

 writing an essay is difficult because idk how much relevant information other people have already considered / moved on from

 have been wanting to write at least one poem inside my blanket fort but i don't think it's going to happen, i don't know why

 the internet isn't big enough

 usually when i think "i dont understand the uproar about [event]" i realize there is no "uproar"

 "uproar" is media's way of manipulating the public spotlight and distracting people from important tasks

 feeling helpless + melancholy after dying 15 times and killing 2 stormtroopers in star wars battlefront

 the only way to attain conor oberst-level emo hair is to lay in bed and sob for hours

 i'm sad

 my mom was confused when i told her my first book comes out today

 was luis neer in odd future

 thought "sometimes i just want to end it and start all over" in an exasperated tone re my goodreads account

 becoming increasingly convinced it would be best for me personally to take myself extremely seriously/never joke about myself

 thinking that my tweets would seem terrible if i were a senator/governor/other politician

 imagined doomsday device for future @starwars movies: the "death train," a normal train that exists in space and destroys planets

 how does anyone do it

 in science fiction movies, spacecraft usually look like shopping malls

 everyone in the world is high except me

 feel like i want to have poems published immediately

 having delusions of grandeur

 im sitting on my record player

 my most-used word in 2016 was "bleak"

 prepared and ate garbanzo beans w a lot of rosemart at 2:00 AM

 my brother has a friend over and is being mean to the friend

 all i want for christmas is to never cheer up, ever

 watching eyes wide shut and hugging duckuc

 my nose feels like it's going to bleed

 im sad because every bf looks like me

 getting better at eating ice cream by punching it with my tongue

 the internet is too freaky...

 i think 2017 will be a year of realizing things

 im watching the angry birds movie

 the angry birds movie is so shitty... why was it made...

 ive never had a new years kiss

   2017

   im weird

 eating medicinal ice cream

 im not going to do any drugs in 2017

 made a medicinal phone call

 i want to drink some blood

 i dreamed that roger ebert wrote a negative review of life after ppl and called it "liner notes"

 years dont kill people

 feel inexplicably/explicably really scared about the future of my poetry career

 i've felt stoned since i was a baby

 downloading google earth

 made eye contact in starbucks with possible luis neer incarnation from ~50 years in future; bon jovi "dead or alive" played through speakers

 realised that at some point in the future i will become extremely interested in watching football

 i recommend reading poems extremely slowly while touching the text with your middle finger/index finger

 experiencing cognitive dissonance

 used phonetic clues to correctly predict meaning of & use the word "tandem" while discoursing with myself internally

 i miss steel pedal guitar sounds on conor oberst songs

 my previous incarnation "college luis neer" has evolved to become "high school luis neer-like luis neer in college setting"

 thought "man, i got to stop caring what people think about me" in an emphatic tone that seemed confusing/interesting

 mediocore

 beyonce is cool i think

 i want to re-read "v for vendetta" and to not tweet about it

 remembered that i own a pinata

 i will be at awp

 how could i make twitter a better place

 i saw 4 people wearing yeezys in dc this weekend

 feeling increasingly self-conscious about how much i use the phrase "in the world" or refer to "the world" in poems

 felt robot-like while attaching detachable headphones cord to my headphones while wearing the headphones

 watching shepherd univ lacrosse team practice from "safety of" student center

 i invented releasing two chapbooks in one day

 im dumber than me

 reasoned mentally that im more likely to produce accurate drawings of myself because "i basically look like a bird, so i just draw a bird"

 i want to have a "fake tweet" (e.g. a simple phrase) to tweet repeatedly every time i feel urged to tweet an uninformed/unimportant opinion

 my fake tweet for the foreseeable future will be "i dropped my textbook in the stairwell". when i tweet this it means i have an opinion

 i dropped my textbook in the stairwell

 does anyone remember the chapter of "the hobbit" where bilbo avoids starvation by ingesting peanut butter, honey, cherry nyquil, and water

 sensed that all my college friends just simultaneously shifted from having vague/non-serious negative feelings about me to hating me

 resulting from continuous building of irrepressible/inevitable conjecture in the friends' conscious thoughts

 eating chicken and squash

 i click on 100% of poetry links tweeted by poets i follow

 when i was writing Waves i was obsessed with waves (e.g. energy waves, frequencies) and used the word "waves" at least ~10 times every day

 i dropped my textbook in the stairwell

 white nike swooshes on shoes of boy in library look vibrant/magical

 terrified of being cool

 walked to library really slowly while listening to noise music through big headphones

 i was really, really yung when i started publishing and i'm still really yung

 2 chainz always looks like he's walking in an airport

 i have 5 twitters

 i didnt know what bill paxton looked like, i was thinking RIP gene hackman

 why doesnt anyone blog about me

 thesis statements arent real

 thinking about my book

 i deleted both my tumblrs by accident

 sad about my tumblr

 my name is all over the internet

 im a lizard

 someday there'll be no more ppl

 a lot of conor oberst song titles have parentheses

 feeling sad about the actions of my clone, who passed away

 idk how to use venmo or what it is

 present-day tumblr is like the end of the never ending story where atreyu is talking with the rock biter and the nothing is swirling around

 when someone, anyone, is upset with me im afraid im going to be assassinated

 the views-era apple music ads that depict drake working hard in the studio have really affected and inspired me

 on tumblr i have 4 followers

 almost all of my tweets seem unimportant

 feel that if someone told me that one of my tweets made them upset i would just apologize and delete it

 ground control to commander venus

 i like my new tumblr

 i would be wearing a cardigan rn but i dont have one

 feel that i will continue to generate bright eyes-related content throughout my life

 is everything ok

 i look like michael moore

#words

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