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headcanonsandmore · 3 years

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“Fell In Love With A Girl”, Chapter Four

Summary: After Luna's shocking kidnap at the hotel, Ginny is desperate to save her girlfriend. But how will they find Luna in a place as large as the Amazon Delta?

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Ginny was gently led downstairs by Tonks, and sank into a chair.

Her eyes were all red and irritated from the tears she had cried. She felt exhausted, but she couldn’t focus on it. All she felt was terror for Luna.

Kidnapped. In the clutches of the crime syndicate they had been trying to stop.

‘Kid?’

Ginny turned. Sam had placed a hand on her shoulder.

‘Y-yeah?’

‘We’re gonna get her back,’ he said, gruffly. She could tell he wasn’t good with handling emotions, but she appreciated the effort. ‘Those bastards aren’t gonna know what hit them.’

Ginny smiled, despite her tears.

‘T-thanks, Sam.’

The scarred man shrugged.

‘We’ve got a DNA match.’

Ginny’s head whipped round to the side. Remus was stood by a computer across the room.

‘From the bedroom upstairs, you mean?’ Sam asked.

‘Yeah; forensics just got back to us,’ Remus replied, tapping the computer screen. ‘A fragment of skin was left on the windowsill. It matches a low-level criminal who we suspected of being a member of the crime syndicate. Now we’ve got proof.’

At that moment, Tonks burst into the room.

‘Found this in Luna and Ginny’s room,’ she said, holding a book aloft. ‘Thought it might be of use.’

‘T-that’s… that’s Luna’s journal’ Ginny mumbled. ‘It’s…’

She trailed off, before grabbing the book from Tonks and slamming in down on the table and riffling through the pages.

‘Ginny?’ Tonks asked. ‘What is it?’

‘The newest pages are missing,’ Ginny said, pointing at the frayed bits of paper sticking out at odd angles. ‘Luna must have been writing ideas down.’

‘Ideas like…’

‘Amazonian Octarine-Flame,’ Ginny said, her mind connecting the dots. ‘It has variations that grow both above ground and in underground cave systems. The syndicate were obsessed with it, which means that they couldn’t find it in the rainforest. But Luna must have known where it grows; why else would they wait until I left before grabbing her? They need her knowledge.’

‘And kill two birds with one stone,’ Tonks finished. ‘Try to scare us off, and get the Octarine-Flame.’

Sam smiled.

‘You’re good, kid. So, where do we go?’

Ginny’s enthusiasm suddenly vanished; she didn’t know. Luna hadn’t told her where the plant was.

However, her eyes then landed on the map.

‘Oh, it’s where all those reports were coming from!’ She exclaimed. ‘No wonder the locals noticed something was up; the syndicate have been combing that area the whole time! They just need an expert to pinpoint the exact location of that plant!’

Remus nodded.

‘That would also explain why this area seems to be such a target; the network of underground caves stretch out for miles underneath the rainforest. I’m surprised they didn’t just force one of the locals to show them where the plant was.’

Sam chuckled, darkly.

‘Knowing this lot, I imagine they probably didn’t think the locals knew. Typical colonialist nonsense.’

Tonks nodded.

‘The syndicates base must be in that area too,’ Remus said, typing frantically into the computer. ‘They’ve likely got a base of operations close to where the plants are. Somewhere far away from the government authorities.’

‘That’s the problem with these syndicates,’ Sam said, giving a wry grin. ‘They always think that setting up operations in the middle of nowhere will keep them out of attention. But all it does is send up a flare of exactly where they are!’

‘You can hide a bee in a beehive easily,’ Ginny continued. ‘But stick it in a library and it’s impossible to ignore.’

Sam slapped Ginny supportively on the shoulder.

‘Damn, you’re good, kid!’

Ginny smiled.

Evil organisation or not, no-one messed with her girlfriend.

Luna stumbled forward. The members of the crime syndicate glowered at her. She had been blindfolded ever since she had been kidnapped from the hotel in Rio. They had only removed the blindfold when they had wanted her to inspect a plant.

Amazonian Octarine-Flame. It was the only one they seemed to be desperate to find. Luna wasn’t sure why they hadn’t just forced one of the locals to do it, but she wasn’t about to argue with the rifles the syndicate members were all carrying.

Gritting her teeth, Luna bent down and inspected the plant.

‘Tell us,’ instructed one of them, tapping his rifle in warning. ‘Is that the plant?’

Luna sighed.

‘Yes, it is. It’s the variant that grows above ground.’

‘Good.’

Luna stood back up. The members of the syndicate moved around her, and promptly dug up the plant, placing it and the earth around its roots into a special container they had brought with them.

‘Now, we head back to HQ.’

One of the syndicate members stepped forward, and pulled a mask roughly over Luna’s face.

‘For goodness sake; how am I supposed to walk if I can’t see?’ Luna asked, becoming very aware of how uneven the forest floor was beneath her feet.

‘We’re directing you where you should walk,’ said the syndicate member nearest to her. ‘We can’t have you knowing where our base is.’

‘I’m a florist, not a spy!’ Luna snapped. ‘You’ve got what you want; let me go!’

The syndicate members ignored her, and began to nudge her forward, using the butt of the rifles to do so. They weren’t quite as rough as Luna had been expecting, but it didn’t make the situation any better.

Don’t worry, Luna told herself, Ginny will find me.

As she stumbled forward, Luna’s mind began to work. The syndicate clearly didn’t want anyone to know where their base was, but they’d kept her mask off until she’d identified the plant. That mean… the base was nearby.

They walked on for a good distance. Luna wasn’t sure for how long but, given how many steps she was taking, it couldn’t have been for more than a few miles. That meant that they were still within the area that Remus and Tonks had discussed with Sam the other day.

There was a crackle in front of her. One of the syndicate members had pulled their walkie-talkie out of their pocket.

‘Viper company at section omega with person-of-interest 49?’

They were here. The base entrance must be nearby. Oh, if only she could see!

Luna was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she wasn’t prepared for the push behind her. She crashed to the ground, awkwardly landing on her hands and knees.

‘Get her up,’ grumbled the syndicate member in front. ‘That’s the sixth time she’s fallen over. We should have carried her the way; the last thing we want is the locals noticing the weird foot-prints.’

As Luna was pulled to her feet and pushed forward, she was vaguely aware of her hair swinging into a low-hanging tree branch. Thinking fast, she bit her lip, and gave her head a quick jerk in the opposite direction. There was a sharp shot of pain in her scalp.

The syndicate members didn’t seem to notice this as they bustled her forwards. Before she knew quite what was happening, she could feel herself being led down a steep passageway, out of the sunlight reaching through the rainforest trees.

Ginny climbed out of the jeep.

They had driving for… she honestly couldn’t remember how long. It could have been ten minutes or ten hours. Ginny hadn’t noticed; she had been focusing too much on Luna. On finding her and getting her out of harms way.

Tonks and Remus climbed out of the jeep. Sam was already standing a few feet ahead, and they all walked to where he was stood.

The rainforest completely surrounded the long dirt road they had travelled along to this spot. Ginny’s t-shirt was already soaked through with sweat due to the humidity, but she didn’t care; she was used to sweat.

Nearby the trees were stood several Amazonian tribespeople. One of them walked over, an elderly woman with kind eyes. She was clearly a local leader of some kind.

‘Hello, Sam.’

The grizzled agent shook hands with the woman.

‘Thank you for agreeing to help us,’ he said. ‘I know the last thing you want is more Westerners intruding.’

‘True,’ she replied. ‘But, by the sounds of it, the redheaded girl has an idea of what the syndicate is after. Which means we know where they’ll be.’

Ginny nodded.

‘Don’t worry,’ the woman said, placing a hand on Ginny’s shoulder. ‘We’ll find your Luna.’

Ginny blinked, quickly.

‘T-thank you,’ Ginny said. ‘Er, what did you say your name was?’

‘I’m afraid you probably couldn’t pronounce it in my language,’ the elderly woman replied, smiling. ‘But, in English, I go by Sky.’

‘Thank you, Sky.’

Sam laid out a map on the bonnet of one of the jeeps. They had marked the area of syndicate activity in red ink; sure enough, it was laid out in a twenty mile perimeter. The end of the dirt track was tantalisingly close to it.

‘Ginny, we don’t blame you if you want to stay here with the jeep,’ Remus said, kindly. ‘We can keep some agents back here with you until it’s safe.’

‘No,’ Ginny replied, her mind set. ‘I promised Luna I’d keep her safe, and I’m not letting a criminal gang hurt her.’

Remus smiled.

‘Okay.’

Leaving the jeeps behind on the track with a few agents, they ventured into the rainforest, using an old well-worn path. Sky and the local activists with her were leading the way, making sure that the MI6 agents avoided any dangerous plants or bugs.

The Amazon was unlike anything Ginny had ever seen before, and it honestly took her breath away. Trees and foliage spread out in all directions, and she could hear the calls of various birds and animals in the canopies above them. If she hadn’t been so worried about Luna, she would have been transfixed.

‘Footprints.’

Sky was crouched down on the ground a few feet ahead.

‘Someone came this way very recently,’ she said, ‘A group of them, and wearing deep-soled boots. Except one, who was just wearing shoes.’

Tonks and Sky nodded at each other.

They continued along the path.

Eventually, they rounded a corner, and came across a large tree. And Ginny’s eyes immediately zeroed in on something.

Hair.

Blond hair.

Luna’s hair.

It was snagged on the low-hanging branch.

Ginny locked eyes with Tonks, who nodded.

The agent exchanged looks with Remus and Sky, and the agents around them began to move into position. Sky mouthed the phrase ‘underground cave network’. The base was below where they were standing.

Gotcha. Ginny thought. Don’t worry, Lu; I’m coming.

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thorne93 · 4 years

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The Stars Made Us (Part 23)

Prompt: In this world, you’re one of the “lucky” ones who got a soulmate, but what if the universe gives you more than you bargained for?

(Prompt challenge – You live in a world where your soulmate can write on their skin and you will get the writing on your own and vice versa. Where they can wash away the ink on their own skin, however, the writing is forever scarred onto your skin until you meet face to face)

Word Count: 2638

Warnings: angst and language throughout

Notes: This was supposed to be for @sorryimacrapwriter and their challenge like a year ago, I think? I still loved the prompt though and have been working on this story for quite some time. This aesthetic was made by @dontshootmespence, thank you so much! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes, couldn’t have done it without you, as well as @carryonmyswansong and @arrow-guy and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

Also, I’ve never really liked the whole soulmate AU thing idea, but this felt so right and it was amazing to write. I hope y’all love it too!!

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Another day of practical training and you were observing in the courtyard on the sidelines. Mordo was instructing everyone but Stephen just wasn’t getting the hang of it. After several minutes, The Ancient One stepped into the area and requested she be alone with Stephen. Mordo obliged and the class followed him inside. You stayed off to the side, watching.

“My hands,” Stephen said in defeat.

“It’s not about your hands,” she countered.

“How is this not about my hands?” he defied.

“Master Hamir?” she requested.

Master Hamir exposed his hand, and then an arm with no hand. He was able to cast the magic and spells, with no hand at all. This clearly dispelled all of Stephens’ preconceived notions of his failings.

“Thank you, Master Hamir. You cannot beat a river into submission. You have to surrender to its current, and use its power as your own,” she advised.

“I… I control it by surrendering control? That doesn’t make any sense,” he said, the frustration clear in his tone. It was the same frustration you heard every night when you tried to teach him, or after every session he had with Mordo and he wasn’t any better than before.

“Not everything does. Not everything has to,” she insisted firmly. “Your intellect has taken you far in life. But it will take you no further. Surrender, Stephen. Silence your ego and your power will rise. Come with me,” she ordered as she formed a portal.

The two of them walked through and you frowned. You went down a few steps to see where they’d gone. It looked snowy.

Suddenly you heard her say, “Surrender, Stephen, and then she returned… by herself and the portal closed.

Your eyes went wide as your heart raced. You ran forward to stand beside her.

“Wha--Where is Stephen?” you asked, panicking.

“On top of Mount Everest.”

“Mount Everest? Oh, okay. Uh, and how is he supposed to get back?” you wondered, trying to keep the panic out of your voice.

“On his own. He must surrender to the power, just as you did.”

“That’s different, I just focused really hard.”

“You downplay your intellect and your abilities to everyone you know. It isn’t a nice characteristic, Y/N,” she noted. “You didn’t just focus, you believe in a power bigger than yourself. When you found out you had a mate, you didn’t doubt it for a moment.”

“Well no, why should I?”

“Why Indeed. Stephen needs to gain the same faith and courage you do. That’s all.”

“What if he freezes to death in the meantime?”

She didn’t respond, her eyes trained forward as Mordo came down, asking about the new recruit. You stood between the two, wringing your hands nervously, your chest tightening as you waited. You didn’t have a sling ring on. You couldn’t get to him. Besides, even if you did, maybe this tough love exercise is what he needed.

After another ion seemed to pass, finally, a spark outlined tunnel opened and Stephen fell through. You fell to your knees, your hands going all over him to ensure he was alright. He held onto you, relishing in your body heat. He felt positively ice cold. But he did it.

You were so proud of him, you hugged him tightly.

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As soon as he got a hot bath, he asked you to help cut his hair. He was ready to move on, and this was a symbol of moving on. He was done with the pity party. You helped cut his hair much shorter to his liking, and quite honestly to yours. Then you worked on shaving him, but when you got to his chin, he stopped you, telling you to leave it. Once you wiped away the cream, he worked some trimmers over the leftover goatee and mustache.

“Damn, Strange, you clean up nicely.”

He smirked.

“Is this how you looked at the hospital?”

“No facial hair,” he noted, “but for the most part, yes.”

“I like it,” you said sincerely, with no hint of jest. You nodded as you admired him from the side. “It suits you, very well.”

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After a while, he wanted to progress in the program much more quickly. He requested books on astral projection from Wong, but he refused. Being a tempestuous, he broke into the library via portals and took the books he wanted.

As Wong had said, no knowledge is forbidden.

Before long, Stephen was starting to read in his sleep. He used his astral form to take up the knowledge while he rested, giving him 24 hour access to literature he needed.

Things progress quickly for him regarding his sorcery. Meanwhile, you read from the library, took notes leisurely, shopped in the nearby markets, and watched Stephen. Watching him learn was like watching Mozart write concerto. Once or twice he caught you staring at him.

“Didn’t anyone tell you it wasn’t polite to stare?” he deadpanned.

You smirked and laughed, turning back to your laptop to write another email to Charles. When you weren’t looking, Stephen smiled to himself as well.

One day, you were in the library, getting Stephen’s next round of books, but he was busy training for the day, so you thought you’d get a jump start on them. He ended up training well into the evening and you fell asleep at the table in the library.

When he couldn’t find you, he got concerned, only for one of the other students to call to his attention that you were in the library. The two of them walked over and she pointed at you. Stephen was relieved to see you. He walked up and admired you for a moment.

Not just how peaceful you looked but what you meant to him. You had once said that out of everyone he knew, colleagues, friends, everyone, you were the only one to stay. Even Christine up and left after one too many Strange Tantrums. Not only did you stay, but you fulfilled every role he needed in his life at the drop of a hat. Maid, cook, nurse, friend, confidant. You convinced him to come here, you trained with him every night, and you didn’t have to. You could’ve let him come on his own, face it by himself. You could’ve left once he got settled in. You could’ve done your own business while he trained.

But you were with him every step of the way. And while Christine was nice, and bent over backward for him, she wasn’t you. She didn’t risk a relationship with another soulmate, just to save someone else. You did though. You were wholesome, good, and kind. You were tender, but firm. Fierce, but soft. Loving, but

And he was in love with you.

He picked you up and you groaned, your head lolling back as he carried you bridal style across the courtyard to your bedroom. He got you undressed and crawled in bed beside you. He wrapped his arm around you, feeling the love and freedom wash over him.

Now, he just hoped you felt the same.

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He informed you that the Ancient One said that if she told him any more than he didn’t already know, that he’d run from the temple in terror. You said that was an odd thing to say, but perhaps they guarded many secrets of the world. But it did make you wonder what exactly was going on.

Stephen had moved into the more physical part of his training - learning to fight.

You , as always, sat in the corner of the courtyard sipping tea, reading, and observing Stephen as he trained. This never made him feel put on the spot or insecure. Quite the opposite, as a lover of all things that stroked his ego, he quite liked having an audience.

You studied him, his movements, what Mordo had taught him and other masters. And just like with the magic, you trained every night with him. Sometimes Mordo even allowed you to train with the other students because he felt self-defense is good general knowledge.

One morning, you were getting ready to go to the kitchen to grab lunch with Stephen. As you started to walk out, Stephen said, “Uh, hold on, one sec.”

“Why? Something wrong?” you asked, your brows furrowing.

“No, no. Uh, how would you feel about going out to eat?” he asked.

“Sure, where were you thinking?” you wondered.

“How about dinner on the beaches of Bora Bora?” he inquired as he opened a portal and before you was the most magnificent sight you’d ever seen. Pinks and blues paint the sky as a warm, inviting beach had gentle waves lapping on the beach. The salty mist of the ocean wafted in at you through the open portal.

A table with two chairs and candles were directly in focus of you.

You turned to him in awe. “I--Are we allowed?” you wondered.

‘Yes, I actually asked permission,” he informed.

“You? Asking permission? I’m in disbelief.”

He rolled his eyes while smiling. “Would you like to join me or not?” he questioned, knowing full well you did.

“Yes,” you quietly answered.

The two of you walked through the gateway, and the smell of the ocean hit you, making you feel relaxed instantly. Stephen walked you over to the table, pulled a chair out for you, then took a seat himself.

“How exactly did you manage to pull all of this off?” you wondered.

“I called down here, after getting permission from the Ancient One, and informed them we’d like a beach side reservation for two at this time.”

“How did you know I’d say yes?”

“You’re a hopeless romantic, that’s how,” he informed with a smirk that made his eyes light up and you couldn’t argue with him.

“What did you say to the Ancient One?” you asked as a waiter came by to fill your glasses with lemon water. “How did you convince her to let us come here?”

He bobbed his head. “I promised to stop opening gateways in the library to steal from Wong. And, Kamar-Taj isn’t a prison, Y/N, we can leave anytime we like. Or you, should you desire to leave at any point. We’re allowed to leave the temple.”

“Well yes, but using your sorcery for frivolous trips like this …”

“I may have also mentioned how… trying I’ve been to you. How awful I was when you first arrived at my apartment and how I have yet to make up for all the things you’ve done for me. Knowing that we’re soulmates and that you and I haven't done anything else to upset the balance at Kamar-Taj--”

“Other than you stealing library books. I told you not to do that. I order you to give those back,” you reminded sternly.

“Right, other than my petty borrowing, we have been perfect students. She didn’t see any reason why we couldn’t steal away for an hour or two.”

“That was very kind of her, and thoughtful of you. Thank you for this.”

He made a face of dismissiveness. “Oh, it’s nothing.”

You shook your head, laughing. “Is it nothing because you’ve been here with another girl, perhaps? A repeat offender?”

“Are you trying to see if I’ve taken Christine here?” he asked, eyeing the menu.

“Her, or any one else.”

“To assuage your jealousy, no. I’ve never taken anyone here. Christine and I never left New York together, let alone go anywhere exotic. No, I’ve actually been here by myself. A little graduation present from my family.”

“Oh, that must’ve been nice. A family vacation out here.”

“Wasn’t a family vacation. They sent me alone.”

“Oh,” you said, sounding sorrowful and embarrassed.

He put down his menu. “It’s okay, Y/N. You had no way of knowing. But yes, my family and I are not close. They’re rich and after the passing of my sister, we all grew rather distant.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Well, it’s been many years now. Let’s not dwell on it,” he encouraged with a smile. “So, what looks good to you?”

“Uh, a lot, actually,” you said, picking up the menu.

“Same. Typically, the only tough choices I ever have are ordering from a menu,” he mused.

“Really? What about letting me stay? Was that a tough choice?”

“I didn’t choose that, you barged it,” he retorted with a bit of whimsy.

“Oh, like you couldn’t stop me or call the cops. You wanted me to stay. Why I’m not sure. I mean, I know now why you were so upset, but back then… why did you let me stay?”

He let out a small sigh, setting his menu down. “Because, for some inexplicable reason, the moment I saw you, I felt… better… whole.. I’m not entirely sure. When I was with Christine or any other woman for that matter, I never felt as if… I wanted to let them in. I never wanted them to see me weak, fail, hear about my past, my family. Any of it. When Christine tried to care for me, I resented her for it. I didn’t want her or anyone else to know how broken I was, inside and out. But for some reason, when you saw me, I looked in your eyes and sort of thought ‘everything’s going to be okay’.”

Somehow, you’d leaned close into him at the table, getting enraptured in him.

“I knew you weren’t going to think less of me, and since I was at rock bottom when you met me, I thought the only place I could go is up. For some reason, I took a leap of faith with you that I’d never done with anyone else. You seem to make me do that. Do things I wouldn’t normally do, take risks I wouldn’t normally take. Believe in things I never thought possible.”

“I had no idea I had that effect on you. I thought it was only me,” you noted in amazement.

“Well you do, and while I haven’t said officially, I do want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I hope I can return the favor one day.”

“I hope you return the favor for many days,” you breathed. The second it was out of your mouth you realized what you had said, and the implications behind it.

The more time you spent with Stephen, the more complicated things were with you and Charles. You loved both of these men, equally. Both were set to complete your soul. But you knew one day, you’d have to choose. One man for one lifetime, that’s how it worked, right?

One day, you would have to pick a man to live with, marry, spend the rest of your life with.

How do you do that when one half of your heart loves one, and the other half loves the other?

“I do too,” he said with a bit of a grin.

The two of you ordered and chit-chatted about his training. Eventually conversation flowed into your younger years of college and friends. You had told him about Jenny, a topic that really hadn’t surfaced much. You couldn’t imagine what Jenny would think of your life right now. You made a note to reach out to her to see what she was up to. She was giddy with excitement when she found out you had one soulmate, when she found out you had two, she would absolutely flip.

He told you funny stories about the OR, you told him some wild stories about your patients. The two of you seemed to be in stitches all night before returning to the temple to go back to the daily grind of training, but the rest of the day, you spent it as if you were in a honeymoon phase.

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imthedoctorlove · 4 years

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All I'll Ever Need - Count Orlo x Reader.

Hey everyone! Hope you're all doing well. This is a part 2 to The Virgin and the Violinist. A huge thank you to @wonders-of-the-multiverse for inspiring me with angst. 😁 I hope you enjoy it.

Warnings - angst, mentions of injuries.

You didn't know how it happened. The violin was in your hands then in the Emperor's the next. Your heart was in your throat as you watched him manhandle your precious instrument and winced every time he dragged the bow across the strings. It sounded as if it were crying out for you.

"Sire! Please, you are holding it wrong."

The whole court fell in silence as they eagerly watched what would unfold.

"Oh, really? Shit. No wonder it sounds fucking awful. You will teach me."

The whole court seemed to mirror how you felt as they gasped at the Emperor's demand. It was not something you ever thought you would hear.

"Of course, sire. It would be my honour." You tried to keep your voice as you bowed to him. Your hands were clammy as you dug them into your dress to try and stop them for shaking.

"Right. That's settled then. You lot," he gestured to the court, "fuck off."

The men and women filed out the room with grumbles and jibes sent your way in hushed tones. It was only when the serfs slammed the door shut, you realised you were alone with him.

"So, how the fuck am I supposed the play this thing? I must sound excellent to impress the empress. Ha! 'Impress the empress!' That rhymes! I'm so fucking clever!"

"Haha! You are so smart, sire!"

"I know!"

You took a cautious step closer to him.

"If I may help you correct how you have positioned the violin - it will help you play better."

After receiving permission you placed your hand over his and moved it to where it should be.

"You must hold your wrist like so in order to reach the strings better." You were surprised to see the look of concentration on his as he listened to your instruments without jibes. "Now, for the bow - which is the stick you are holding in your right hand - must be held as if you are holding a quill."

The Emperor followed your instruction.

"Can we hurry it up a bit? My arms fucking killing me!"

You flinched and steeled your nerves as you taught him to play a simple tune.

Your hand fell gently on his that was holding the bow and showed him how to properly bring it across the strings.

A loud bang caused you to jump away from him as you looked to where the noise had come from. Your heart dropped when you saw it had originated from Orlo dropping a rather large book on the floor.

"My apologies, sir, I didn't know you had company." He bent down to pick up the book. His eyes did not meet yours when he stood back up.

"Orlo, what the fuck do you want? Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Yes - yes I can see that, but there is something I must discuss with you."

"Well, spit it out!"

"It is quite a delicate matter. Something I must discuss with you in private."

"Well, I'm sure whatever it is you can say it in front of what's her name."

"(Y/n), her name is (Y/n)."

The Emperor let out a bark of laughter.

"No fucking way!" He turned to look at you and shoved the bow in your face. "You're the (Y/n) that's been fucking Orlo?"

You wished the ground would swallow you up at that moment. When he finally looked at you - you saw the vulnerability reflected in his eyes. The fear of what the Emperor might do to you now he knew you meant something to him. The violin was now forgotten in his grip and you wished he would release it so it could return to your hold. You needed it's comfort more than anything.

The Emperor circled you like a predator before he walked over to Orlo and clapped him on the back. The force nearly brought him to his knees. There was no time for him to recover as the Emperor threw an arm over his shoulders and brought him close in a chokehold embrace.

"So, (Y/n). How good does he fuck? Does his cock make you cum?"

Your breathing became uneven as you thought about what you could say. Anything that you said in that moment would be on the lips of every member by the court by the day's end. You were damned if you told him of the intimate moments you had shared with Orlo in the library on more than one occasion.

The door was yet again flung open and in stepped the Empress.

"What is going on here?"

"Oh, Catherine! You are just in time! (Y/n) was about to tell us about how good at fucking Orlo is!"

Catherine winced at his words, but placed a pleasant smile on her face. "How interesting, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to steal (Y/n) away. She promised me a private performance."

"Ha! I bet Orlo witnesses plenty of those. I am sorry wife but - Vanessa is needed with me. Now, leave us."

"Her name is (Y/n)." Orlo bit in before the Empress could say anything.

"Orlo! Fucking hell! It seems that fucking has lit some fire within you. Oh, this is brilliant! I suppose I can't call you lobcock anymore. A pity, I was quite fond of it. Nevertheless, I shall find you a new nickname and it shall be genius."

"Words cannot express how enthused I am to hear what you will come with, sir." Orlo grumbled as his gaze flickered to the Empress. He silently pleaded with her to try harder.

"Husband, do you not care for my happiness?"

The Emperor scoffed as he twirled your bow in his hand.

"Of course I do, wife."

"Then you shall release (Y/n) to me as nothing would make me happier."

You waited with bated breath as he thought over what she had said.

"But what I am doing here is to make you happy. I am learning how to play this instrument for you."

"And you do not know how that fills me with joy."

Finding your voice, "Sire."

You felt yourself shrink as three pairs of eyes settled on your shaking form.

"If I may, Sire. There will be plenty of opportunities to practice another time."

The Emperor stared at you before his eyes darkened. "Are you trying to flee from me?"

You winced as he prodded you in the chest with your bow.

"Well, are you?"

"No, sire I-I it just that I promised the Empress a performance."

His grin chilled you to the bone.

"And a performance she shall get."

The Emperor ordered them away and it was the two of you once again.

It seemed as if he had orchestrated this torture all for you - your own personal hell. It was even worse now that he knew that you had been with Orlo. His interrogations didn't seem to end until a serf informed him that it was time for the banquet. There was not much time for you to feel relief as the Emperor's face broke out into a grin.

"The banquet! Of course! What perfect fucking timing. I shall play for Catherine in front of the entire court!"

Your heart experienced palpitations at the idea.

"Sire, you have learned so quickly, but, if I may, perhaps it is a bit too soon to showcase your new found skills."

"Are you telling me what to do?"

"No, sire."

"Good. Time to put on a show!"

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You stood awkwardly on the side of the banquet Hall with the serfs as the court gorged themselves on the feast that had been prepared for them. The Emperor proclaimed that he refused to perform on an empty stomach and therefore would wait until after the feast to show the court what he had learned. Your chest tightened with every passing second as your gaze remained locked on your violin as it lay beside the Emperor at the head table. Whispers then found their way to your ears which caused you to lock eyes with Orlo who was already looking at you. His eyes were silently asking you if you were okay. Your own started to tear up as the feeling of suffocation grew. You wanted to get out but you could not bring yourself to leave your precious instrument behind. It was the last thing you had of your family; your father. He motioned for you to come to him, but something held you to the spot. He went to rise to come to your side, but a clanging of glass caused him to freeze in his seat.

"Lords and Ladies of the Court! My darling Catherine! I have a brilliant surprise for you all!" He picked up your violin and leaped onto the table so everyone could see him. He swayed slightly as he readied the instrument. Your heart became lodged in your throat as he played the first few notes of the melody. The Empress tried to keep a smile on her face as she winced at the violin's cries, but the Emperor carried on playing, oblivious to the awful sounds he was producing. The court seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief when he finished his piece. His gaze immediately fell on the Empress as she waited for her verdict.

"That was simply marvellous, dear husband." The court followed in their praises which seemed to lift the Emperor off the table as his already massive ego inflated further. You allowed yourself to relax but it was short-lived as Grigor stood to his feet. His wife tried to pull him back down, but he shook her off. He stared at the Emperor and gave him a mocking clap.

"Grigor, what are you doing?" His wife asked as she grew wary of the court's eyes on her husband.

"I just wanted to congratulate the Emperor on destroying our memories of a cherished lullaby and ruining our eardrums in the process." It was clear that he had too much to drink, but that didn't mean that he could get away with talking to the Emperor in such a manner. You prayed that he would brush it off as a joke as often has, but this time it was different. You caught the look of hurt as it flashed across his face before it was replaced by anger.

"I don't like this fucking attitude you seem to be having a lot lately, Grigor."

"And I don't like how you keep fucking my wife."

What happened next was a blur as Grigor lunged across the table and tackled the Emperor. In an attempt to get Grigor off him, the Emperor used the only thing to hand, your violin. A sickening crack sounded through the air as he smacked the aged wood into Grigor's head. It splintered on impact. You started forward as you watched him throw it to the ground with disregard. Everything seemed to still around you as you fell to your knees where your instrument had fallen. A sob burst free as your shaking hands caressed the shattered body. You felt so numb you barely felt warm arms encircle your waist and lift you off the floor. You took the violin in your arms and cradled it as if it were a child.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n) can you hear me?" A voice pulled you back from the dark void and through blurred vision you could just make at Orlo's shape as he knelt before you. It was then you realised he had taken you to his apartments.

"Can you let me look at your hand?" Your brows furrowed at the odd request. When you said nothing Orlo sighed and gently pulled your hand from where it still clutched tightly to your broken heart. You winced when he ran a finger over the small wound which was there.

"I need to clean this up before it gets infected." He went to get up but your hand clenched around his anchoring him to the spot.

"Don't - I can't - I…" the words you wished to convey would not release themselves from your tongue as your chest constricted with the thought of him leaving your side.

"It's okay, I'm not going anywhere, but I do need to venture over to the other side of the room to get the things I need to clean your wound."

You relented your hold on him as he rushed to collect some clean bandages and a bottle of vodka. He knelt before you once again and began prepping the bandages.

"What am I going to do, Orlo?" His hands paused the actions as he looked at you. Even after all this time you still got lost in those soft, expressive eyes.

"What do you mean?" He took your injured hand gently in his own and began to clean it.

"My violin is ruined. Without it, how will I perform?"

He apologised when you winced as he applied the alcohol to your cut. He wrapped it in a bandage and placed a kiss there. "You don't not need to worry. I shall get you another." You pulled your hand from his as if you had been burned.

"You don't understand. This was my father's and his father's before that. When I play it, I feel his presence near me, but no more. He has truly left me." Orlo's soft hands cupped your cheeks and wiped away your tears.

"Then I shall not rest until I find the greatest restorer in all of Russia so that you can play again because a life without hearing your sweet music is not worth living."

"Orlo…"

"I mean it. Your happiness is my happiness, my love."

The feeling in your chest lifted at his words as you let go of the instrument in your lap. You lent forward, cupping his jaw and captured his lips in a kiss that was different to those you had shared before. Your mind drifted back to how this had all began; an innocent kiss in the library that had led to so much more. You slowly pulled away to rest your forehead against his.

"All I will ever need in this life to be happy is you."

#the great #count orlo #reader insert #sacha dhawan #part 2

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theamberwriter · 5 years

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Drawn to Love [Katsuki Bakugo]

[ONE]

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Word Count: 2982

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Lmfao, so - Lumix and Aurelius may or may not be from a comic of my own that I came up with ages ago! I’ve been having a lot of fun writing this! I hope you guys like this just as much as Drawn to You!

"Why don't we hang out in your dorm tonight?" Katsuki asked as the two of you walked back to the Heights Alliance. You panicked, there was a reason you hadn't let him in your room.

You smiled warily. "Why would you wanna do that -"

"I've never been in your dorm, first off. Second, my floor is getting too freaking noisy to study." He glared straight ahead, his grip on your hand tightening a little. He was right though. The people on his floor had been running amuck lately.

You groaned. "Fine."

"What? Got something you don't want me to see?" Katsuki teased. "Did you save one of those Papergos to sleep with at night?"

Your face grew hot as you remembered the incident a few months before that lead to your dating. "No! My room is, uh, just a little cramped. That's all."

Katsuki rolled his eyes. He wasn't buying it. "Yeah. Sure. Whatever."

Your stomach twisted as you got closer to your room. He was going to think that you were weird. You just knew it. Your quirk was fun, what could you say? It brought you endless hours of entertainment.

"Uh," you stuttered, standing in front of your door. "Are you sure you don't want to -"

"You're not getting out of this, nerd." You could see the amusement in his eyes. No matter how he tried to hide it.

Your shoulders slumped. "Rude."

To say Katsuki was a little confused when you opened the door was an understatement. There was a lot going on at once. Lots of movements, noises, and colors. Shapes he recognized but were a little off. Mostly due to the materials they were made of.

Over the years, you'd drawn and brought to life many things. One of your passions was making pets and plants that didn't need upkeep. As Katsuki stepped in, a little paper dog and cat circled around his feet. Tiny creatures scurried and flew about the room. A colorful paper toucan was propped on a paper tree growing out of your wall. On the other side of the room, an owl hooted from a tree trunk jutting out.

Paper vines hung from your ceiling, clinging to the walls. All pulsing with life. Paper plants, which actually had color and scent, were growing in real pots. Some were even sentient, nudging your leg as you walked by. You patted them on the head. Your room was alive, basically.

"Uh, welcome to my dorm," you said, stretching out your arms. The owl flew out, landing lightly on your shoulder. "You see why I didn't want to hang out in here? I - uh - I got a little carried away -"

"This is amazing," you barely heard Katsuki muttered. You could see the slight freak out in his eyes as the toucan flew to him and landed in his hair. It nuzzled down, apparently not planning on moving anytime soon.

That's when your bathroom door slid open and out walked two people. An extremely tan boy with cinnamon red hair and facial stubble was talking to a pale girl whose purple hair dragged the floor behind her. "- No, you're an idiot, you can't just - [Name]! You're back!"

The girl flew over and wrapped you up in a hug. The owl hooted at her aggressively and went back to the hollow in the tree trunk. "[Name], you're back! You've been gone forever."

"What the f -" Katsuki started.

You grinned at him anxiously. "Aurelius, Lumix - I brought someone."

The girl, Lumix, dropped you and got in Katsuki's face. The toucan in his hair didn't even flinch. The guy, Aurelius, pulled her back by the shoulder. "Lumix, don't be rude."

You rushed over, grabbing Katsuki's arm. He looked ready to blow them up. "GUYS, this is my boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugo. Katsuki, meet Lumix and Aurelius. They're, uh, characters from my comic."

"AAAHHHH, FINALLY!!!" Lumix yelled. "You're a lot cuter in person."

"They're what?" Katsuki sounded angry and baffled at the same time. "You can bring people to life?"

"You know it!" Lumix cheered, spinning around in a circle. Katsuki realized then that she was in futuristic garb. Nothing like he'd ever seen.

"Uh, yeah," you laughed nervously, pushing him towards the far end of your room. "It's a war story about different countries. Each have a theme. These two are are sci-fi and steampunk. It's a whole - nerdy - thing. Uh, let's get to studying."

"Why are some things colored but some not?" Katsuki asked suddenly. And something dawned on him. Something that made his insides burn with guilt. He really could be dense. He had so many questions. About your quirk, about you, about everything.

"Wha -" you started, turning to find Katsuki's face scrunched in obvious annoyance. "Hey, 'Suki, you okay?"

Katsuki could act cool and hard all he wanted. But, and he found it weird and irritating, he'd already imagined his whole life with you. Even after only knowing you since the school year started. You'd really gotten under his skin and into his heart. Katsuki sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just realized, after all this time, I don't actually know a damn thing about your quirk. Or about you, really."

You smiled and waved him off. "I'm nothing interesting. My quirk is stupid and full of rules and technicalities. It's all super boring -"

"I don't care how damn complicated it is," he started. Katsuki sat on your bed. Your heart ached. He really looked like he belonged there. Amongst all of your drawings, and the craziness that you could bring to life. You sat next to him. He turned your face to look at him. His eyes were very serious.

"I don't care how dumb you think it is. If we're doing this, being together, then I have to know. - I want to know. About this." He pointed to the toucan. Then to Lumix and Aurelius who were listening intently. "About these nerds. About you."

Your heart felt like it swelled. An overwhelming feeling of happiness overtaking you. But it was cut short as you watched in horror as he reached for the toucan. Your eyes grew wide as he tried to pull it out of his hair. "Wait - no! The toucan -"

But it was too late. Katsuki's gentleness disappeared as the bird chomped down on his finger. He immediately lit it on fire. Only realizing as ashes fluttered in front of his face what he'd done.

"Bites," you finished weakly. You barely held in your laugh.

"Oh, shit," Katsuki muttered, then louder, "Damn it! I didn't -"

You got off the bed. "It's fine. I can remake him."

You rummaged through your desk until you found your drawings box. You took out a binder and held it up to show him. "This is a comprehensive collection of everything I've brought to life. This is a technicality of my quirk. You can destroy what I've made, it will simply go back to being a drawing. However, if you destroy what it's drawn on -"

"Then it's gone forever," Aurelius stated dramatically.

You nodded, then flipped through the pages. "You can see these are all blank. - Except for this one, with the toucan."

"Are you sure that's a toucan?" Katsuki asked, squinting at the page. It was just a vague shape. You thumped him on the head with the binder. That earned you a small glare.

You rolled your eyes. "I was small when I drew him. We'd gone to the zoo and wanted to make one for me. It may not look like much, but I bring to life what's in my mind's eye. Watch."

You focused for a second. Thinking about how you wanted the toucan to appear this time. Then put your hand to the page. In a glow, the marker toucan peeled away from the paper as you lifted your hand. Bringing life was a bit more elaborate than just producing a building. The marker outline rose, rotating until the toucan was up and down.

The marker lines bent into a recognizable outline of the toucan. Then the outline started to expand like a bubble. Soon a white, 3D, paper bird floated there. Then the colors flooded in, like someone pouring paint. They were totally different than they'd been before. With a final flash of light, you could see the spark of life flood in.

You cupped your hands under the toucan to catch it. It plopped right into your waiting palms. Katsuki stared in amazement, not even trying to hide it this time. That's when the toucan turned to stare him in the eye.

"I must thank you," the toucan said. The color drained from your boyfriend's face. "If you had not blown me up, I may never have gotten the gift of speech. Also, thank you, [Name], for the new coloration. It's quite beautiful."

"Why thank you," you said, smiling. "Back on the tree, then?"

The bird nodded. "Yes, please, if you would."

You climbed on your bed to put the toucan back in his perch in the corner. You sat back beside Katsuki, who was weirdly silent. He looked disturbed.

"You okay?" you giggled. "Not used to the 'miracle of life'?"

He was silent for a long moment before asking, "That bird isn't going to hold a grudge, is it?"

"Sir Beaksaplenty?" You raised an eyebrow, smirking. "No. He's a very forgiving bird. I've destroyed himself by accident before. I just have to promise to bring him back better than the last. I'm thinking about giving him a top hat and monocle."

Katsuki eyed the bird's perch warily. "And he remembers everything?"

You nodded. "Only if I want him to."

Katsuki nodded, but you didn't think he was convinced. You were quiet as you watched him take in your abilities. You could see something flicker in his eyes. He kept looking around. His eyes going to where Aurelius and Lumix were arguing over a board game on the floor.

You took Katsuki's hand gently, giving him a smile. "I'm an open book. Ask me anything you want to."

He seemed to flip through a few ideas in his head. "You never answered my question before."

"About the colors? Well some I accidentally brought to life, like the Papergos. And some I was too tired that day to give color. If I don't have enough juice left or enough focus, they come out the same color as what they're drawn on." You shrugged. "Some I colored before bringing them to life. Like the flowers, I used scented marker so they'd have smell nice. Others, like Beaksaplenty, I had to concentrate. See the colors in my mind as I brought him to life."

"So far nothing you've told me has been complicated," Katsuki teased. "Can you bring something to life out of anything?"

You nodded. "Yep, I drew Lumix and Aurelius on chunks of wood meant for carving. Their bases are in this box." You pulled out two one-inch wooden cubes, showing your boyfriend their blank sides. "I keep everything in here for safekeeping. I don't think I could reproduce these two."

Lumix grinned. "We're one of a kind!"

"Do they just follow you everywhere?" Katsuki grunted, thinking about how this would affect your future living arrangements.

"I did try to leave them with my parents," you groaned, glaring them down. "But two someones decided to sneak into my suitcase."

Lumix pouted. "We didn't want to get left behind! School is much more fun than home!"

"How the hell you even fit in a suitcase?" Katsuki asked.

"Easy!" Lumix shrugged, shrinking down to the of a doll and then growing again. "We can shrink to the size of the object we're drawn on. And as big as we are in context. We can't grow any bigger than this. But we'll also never be the size of ants."

Katsuki looked at you. You shrugged, laughing, "I told you. Rules, technicalities."

"I guess I still have a lot to learn, huh?" he noted, mostly to himself.

You took his hand, interlacing your fingers. "It's nothing time won't fix. And we have all the time in the world."

Katsuki's heart fluttered at those words. Not that he'd ever admit to being soft. You two spent the night talking. He would ask you questions; when did you draw this? or how did you do that? or what was the biggest thing you made? His subtly slipping the more you talked. The closer the two of you got.

Before you knew it, it was late and dark out. The two of you wrapped up on your bed. He was thinking deeply about something, you could see it in his eyes. But he didn’t say anything. Aurelius and Lumix were passed out on the floor. Lumix had asked Katsuki a million questions of her own. She’d finally worn herself down.

“I’m sorry about them,” you said softly. “I should’ve told you. - But I was afraid.”

Katsuki grunted, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. “Afraid of what?”

You hesitated, playing with his shirt. Katsuki grabbed your hand and turned his head to look at you levelly. You sighed. “Of you. What you would think. How you would react. I was afraid that you would think I was weird. That you’d leave me because of ...all this.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “You’re really an idiot sometimes. - Do you really think any of this would change my mind about you? You’re mine, damn it.”

“Katsuki…” you breathed. You lifted your head to look at him, his cheeks were pale pink.

“You have a damn cool quirk. You’re strong and use it well. All this is just like training,” he said, a bit softer. “There’s no point in being able to bring shit to life, if you don’t use it to make yourself happy every once in a while. - How many people can say they do what you do? I’m guessing not fucking any. Leaving someone for their quirk is damn stupid. Especially someone as amazing as you. So don’t be an idiot.”

Katsuki kissed your forehead, which sent a herd of butterflies teaming through your stomach. He yanked your head back down to his chest. Then he pulled you tightly against him. Your heart felt warm as you wrapped your arms around him. You wanted to be like this forever.

After a long while in silence, Katsuki spoke softly. “Why would I think your quirk was weird? I knew damn well what I was getting into. I wanted to be with you, even after you unleashed a bunch of mes into the dorms. - That paper runt was right. I was flattered that you’d drawn me.”

You played with his shirt again. You muttered sleepily. “Well - there have been a few times in the past that people haven’t reacted well to my quirk. They want me to draw them. Then bring them to life. But people never see themselves from the outside. They accused me of messing with them when I brought them to life. But I hadn’t. They just didn’t like themselves, and who they truly were from the outside. Mina loved the doppelganger I drew for her. That’s how we became friends in the last year of elementary school. In middle school, I hid my quirk. But, when someone asked me out, I always made something. The few that asked me out thought I was some sort of mad scientist. Saying they’d heard about me and the things I’d made before.

“So I was terrified for you to meet Lumix and Aurelius. I thought you were going to think I was some sort of freak. Assume I was doing something pervy. Or that I was so pathetic, that I had to create my friends. Or some sort of mad scientist, just like the others had called me. Or just - completely freak out about something else. I know those two can be a bit much to handle. And, sometimes, they’re very 2D. So you can tell they aren’t real. But I gave them the ability to learn and become more of themselves. Not just how I imagined them to be. I just laid the groundwork. They did everything else. They’re much more real now than they’d been when I made them. I love them like family, regardless. Even if it makes me Dr. Frankenstein.”

“You worry too much,” Katsuki stated. “And those people were idiots. What you do is fucking awesome. Raccoon eyes gets on my damn nerves. But I’m glad she stuck around.”

Your face filled with heat. Mina was the only one to ever call you awesome, or call your quirk cool. No one you were interested ever though what you could do was neat. Or they only thought it was a pathetic parlor trick. They never took your powers seriously. You grinned to yourself, thankful to the darkness. You were embarrassed, honestly. You silently chuckled in excitement.

“Also,” he added, sounding more asleep than awake. “Frankenstein would be a fucking cool hero name.”

Soft snores followed. Katsuki’s breathing evening out, his heartbeat slowing under your ear. You honestly felt so relieved. He was going to stick with you. Even after you’d accidentally brought a bunch of Papergos to life. Finally, someone who didn’t think you were a joke. Finally, someone you could actually invite into your paper world. Someone you could actually love. Someone who would love who and what you made, just like you did.

You gave Katsuki a light squeeze. Letting your mind wander. Playing around with ideas about raising children in your world of drawings. How Lumix and Aurelis would be as babysitters. How you all would be as a family. How Katsuki would handle an apartment with you. You could see it all. You fell asleep to a sweet, warm image in your mind that you hoped you could bring to life.

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blackthorn02 · 4 years

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The colour of death🥀-julius novachrono

May be some spoilers ahead...!!!

it was a nice and quiet day in clover kingdom like almost every other day. the only thing that was perceived as disturbing was the stormy wind that grew more and more from hour to hour and dark clouds, from distant lands, brought with it - announcing disaster. nobody could have guessed that this auspicious day would go down in the history of clover.

(Y/n) was one of the magical knights and was accepted into the strongest and most honorable of all magical orders, the crimson lion. and so it happened that the king of magicians also became aware of her,because her magical power was to be able to create black flames, a very rare gift that was considered by many to be ominous. but julius novachrono was blown away by this elegant and threatening power. so it happened that (y/n) and julius became friends - at this point nobody could have guessed that unconditional love should develop from this initially pure friendship. (Y/n)was on her way to the city when her new group leader lady mereoleona instructed her to help the black bull and their members to help them, who were just fighting the eye of the midnight sun and not doing very well. So she got on her broom and flew, through airy winds and clouds, as quickly as possible to the battle site, which turned out to be a cave and found the elves and their leader Licht,bound and defeated leaning against the rocky wall of the cave. the other knights were very exhausted and struck by the battle, apparently the elves had been stronger than expected. but the elves and their leaders didn't seem to be doing very well either. when asta saw (y/n)he came running towards her: "oiii, (y/n)! finally reinforcements came. These damned elves were really strong - we would have really lost a hair." (Y/n) laughed encouragingly to asta: "I'm glad that nothing coarser happened to all of you. However, I don't think your prisoners will survive back to the castle. Their injuries are quite serious and they seem to be in a very bad condition! I will go healing them while you take a little break. " So she marched lightly over to the elves, who looked at her pejoratively and spitefully.

she bent down to her leader and looked at him appraisingly: "I heard your name should be called Licht. I think that suits your magic very well. You are all very badly injured and as a magical knight it is not our kind of prisoner bad to treat or to suffer unnecessarily. I will heal you. " (y/n) eyed Licht but did he did not resist her gentle touch. she gently laid her hand flat on his forehead and began to heal him with the healing magic of the black phoenix. when (y/n) was done she held out a bottle of water. however, licht did not really seem to trust her. only after a long convincing did he finally drink the water and seemed visibly relieved not to have been poisoned. whereupon (y/n) just rolled her eyes. Unfortunately, the rest of the elves didn't seem very happy that their leader was captured and so they freed all the prisoners and declared war on the kingdom and all people. her hatred was so great and satisfying it didn't seem to solve the problem. the hatred of the elves had a much deeper reason, it seemed to have solidified in them.

unfortunately your mission was a complete flop. they had prisoners but they were liberated and it was even worse that they had to admit that the elves were damned powerful and dangerous. thanks to their hatred of the people, they were capable of anything, without taking into account excessive losses. and so (y/n) had no desire to tell julius about her failure. but unfortunately there was nothing to be denied to the king of magicians and certainly not to be ignored. Even if she had also decided to skip the reporting, her beloved Julius would surely have found her somewhere and squeezed her out after her assignment. julius was a good and honorable king - shamelessly handsome - but in terms of magic he was like a little child who had been given new toys. he was always like that, and that was what (y/n) liked about him. he was just totally adorable. but she had only had these feelings recently and she wasn't sure if julius thought that too.

So (y/n)made her way to Julius' office, whether she liked it or not. once there, she was received by marx, the head of mushrooms, and further piloted to the king of magicians. Julius's office was in one of the towers of the castle and was a huge, bright but musty room full of bookshelves with magical writings and relics. when (y/n) entered the room through a large carved wooden door, she was greeted by the all too familiar smell of old books and forests mixed with the incomparable smell of Julius. Dust whirled up by the draft floated in the sun glittering through the chamber of wonder and gave everything a magical shimmer. julius sat at a large wooden desk in the middle of the room and looked up from his writings: "ahh (y/n) !nice that you have returned safely and unharmed. i was really worried. yami did however report the result of your mission ... even if it was not a victory this time, we will surely make peace with the elves and live happily ever after in the future.I know that! but now to the really important question: how do you find this light magic of the leader of the elves? I would have loved to watch this beautiful things too! ", Julius eyes sparkled with excitement and joy. (y/n) grinned at the sight of it - it was simply incorrigible. "hahaha, yes his magic was really impressive and as pure as his soul. however it could still be a problem. the elves didn't seem to be in a very peaceful mood!" julius eyes eclipsed and he felt the great burden of weighing all the people in safety, on the weight of his shoulders every day. (y/n) walked over to him and gave him a gentle hug from behind. julius sank into her embrace and enjoyed the safety of the hug. he had really worried about her and almost hurried to the cave himself to help them. Julius couldn't bear the thought without having to live with her. without her smile, her hugs and without her uniqueness. when he saw (y/n) for the first time he was enchanted by her. Julius looked up at her: "we will survive this crisis somehow, as we have survived many others. Nobody will have to die and we will find a solution." he smiled encouragingly at (y/n) and kissed the back of her hand.

that was a few weeks ago. now the kingdom of clover was facing an ominous battle that might not have been manageable. (y/n) had passed the royal knights entrance exam and was about to set off with the others. but since that day the sun had risen high over the mountains, she felt that something was wrong. she couldn't say what it was-it was just such an uncomfortable feeling that completely took over her body. so (y/n) decided to stay in the castle anyway, for all cases. And it came as it had to come. the castle was suddenly hit by a tremor and shake and parts of the main towers seemed to collapse. something terrible must have happened. (y/n) was looking out the window and did not like what she saw at all. julius was about to fight the leader of the elves, licht. suddenly the sky darkened. millions of swords of light adorned the sky, so that the whole kingdom was under attack. Julius stopped the attack with the help of his time magic, but thereby neglected his defense and protection and licht stabbed Julius with his sword of light. (y/n) could not believe what had happened and screamed-shaking. she screamed until her lungs burned and ran to Julius as fast as she could. that couldn't be. that couldn't happen. Julius was the king of magicians, the strongest among them. he couldn't be defeated just like that. (y/n) ran and fell over and over again because her eyes were covered with a veil of tears. she had to say so much to Julius - he must not just die. not before she confessed his feelings - she couldn't live without him. he was the light that brightened her everyday life. her star in the sky that shone her way at night. he just couldn't get out of her life like that - she wouldn't allow that. and so (y/n) ran as far as she could still carry her feet. when she finally reached julius it was not good for him. he was lying in a pool of blood and his blond hair was slowly taking on the red color of death. she lifted him up and gently laid his head in her lap. Julius smiled fondly at (y/n) and she stroked his cheek. he seemed to have to pull himself together and started to speak softly: "no fear (y/n)! everything will be fine, you will see. I have great confidence in the other knights. together you can make it and lead us to a longed-for peace . " she looked at him and tears rolled down her cheeks until they finally fell on julius face. "stop talking like you're about to die any moment, julius! i won't let you just leave me here alone. i know not if you ever felt the same for me, but I love you julius. I can't live without you. I can't stand that. So please stop it! ", (y/n) cried and cried and let her feelings run free. julius looked at her and raised his hand to wipe her tears away: "believe me, (y/n) , i love you too. very much. it hurts to see you unhappy.", julius sat up laboriously and kissed her with all his emotions . he lay down in her lap again and closed his eyes. he was suddenly so tired. "someday we'll see each other again, I promise, my love," julius gave her an encouraging smile, as he always did, but his last words were as quiet and thoughtful as a breath of wind. (y/n) shook him gently and called him by name. but his time in the world of the living was over and julius had fallen asleep gently. her heart was torn. Julius was dead. Deep grief overwhelmed her and she cried over Julius and howled in his chest.

——> oh myy goodness-i can’t. Thats too dramatic. I am crying.......

#julius novachrono #black clover #black clover imagine

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➤ 𝐈'𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄| 𝐒𝐞𝐨 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: angst as always, tiny fluff at the beginning if you squint

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: weapons, violence, blood, a lot of swearing, some creepy guy, a little/tiny plot twist at the end

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: changbin was always there for Y/N. right?

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: +4k (almost 5k)

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊: this took me so long because of school oh my god. but now that I’m on holiday, i have more time to write. at least I hope so. i hope you enjoy this! and let me know if you caught my little plot twist. it isn’t one directly but one for me because i actually didn’t plan for it to end the way it did. anyway, i hope you enjoy it!

That’s it. That's finally it. You handed in your last project to your professor. You bowed at him with a small smile and walked out of the room. Once you closed the door a heavy sigh escaped your lips. With closed eyes, you leaned against the wall and took a deep breath.

“Yo, you finally finished?” To say you were shocked was an understatement, you flinched, a small scream rippling through your throat and banged your elbow against the wall.

“What in the actual-” when you opened your eyes your expression darkened immediately as you saw the small smirk on his lips. You furrowed your eyebrows and shot your hands in the air. “Changbin what the fuck! Are you trying to kill me?” Said boy laughed and leaned his side against the wall, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Actually, I’m not. Now move aside shorty, you’re not the only one that has to hand in their projects.” Your scowl deepened at the choice of his nickname and you puffed your cheeks as you crossed your arms in front of your chest like him. “I am not short, thank you very much! Besides you’re short yourself!”

A chuckle left his lips as he pushed himself off the wall and walked toward you. As he was only inches away from you he leaned into your ear and whispered. “Still taller than you. Shorty.” With that he opened the door and disappeared into the room, leaving you with a blushed face and all flustered. “Seriously what’s with this guy.” You mumbled under your breath and started walking in the direction of your locker.

As you opened your locker, a small note flew out of it and landed on the ground. You cocked your head to the side and bent down to pick it up. “I’m watching you.” You read out loud. You took a good look around you, nothing. The hall was completely empty besides you. “Must be some kind of prank.” You mumbled and threw the little note in the nearest trashcan. With your books now in your locker, you locked it again, your feet carrying to the library.

You spent most of your time in the library to study as much as you could as it was exam season. Not this time though, you were finally finished with writing all of your exams, essays, and projects. Now you could enjoy the next weeks with no studying. Maybe hang out with your friends again, as you were so busy with school stuff you didn’t hang out with any of them.

The library was empty, just like you expected at this time of the day. It was currently lunch, so the students were all gathered in the cafeteria. Well most of the students, some just kept lounging on the school grounds or in your case in the library.

You placed your backpack on a chair and wandered to the section of the library that had your favorite books in it. You skimmed the titles, looking for something that caught your interest. You slid your fingers over the back of the books. You took out one of your favorite books and slid your fingers over its cover as you walked back to your seat, only to find it already taken by none other then Changbin.

You sighed as your eyes landed on his figure casually sitting there his head propped up by his hands behind his head and his legs crossed over the chair next to him with his eyes closed. A small smirk crept on your lips as you an idea went to your mind. Slowly, you tiptoed as to not make any sounds behind him and slammed the book onto the desk with all of your might.

Changbin jumped out of the chair and landed on the ground, his eyes wide. You bit your lip to try and not laugh but you couldn’t hold it in and started laughing. Changbin looked at you through hooded eyes with a scowl on his face as he stood up and rubbed his back. “Very funny shorty.” You nodded with a smile on your face and pointed your finger at him. “Payback bitch.” Your smile grew wider and you plopped down on the seat, previously occupied by Changbin. He shook his head but couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as you kept laughing at him. “I guess I deserved that.” He shrugged and sat back down.

You opened the book and took a quick glance at Changbin who was already looking at you. “What?”

“What?” He mimicked you with a smirk and you groaned. “What do you want? You’re following me. Why are you not with the others. Did you fight again? Changbin I swear to god if you-” He cut you off. “No, I didn’t. Everything’s okay. Are you though?” His question caught you off guard. You blinked a few times and furrowed your eyebrows.

“What do you mean. I’m perfectly fine.”

“Bullshit Y/N. I know you since we’ve been kids and I think I know you very well. So what is it? Do you think that I haven’t been noticing your eyebags or that you’ve gotten visibly thinner? Tell me what’s wrong, you know you can talk to me Y/N.” You sighed and closed your eyes for a second. “I told you everything’s fine Changbin.” You spoke through gritted teeth and looked away. You couldn’t meet his stare. Not when you were lying to him and Changbin perfectly knew that.

“Y/N I know you. We’ve been the closest friends since forever. Now tell me what’s been bothering you. You know that I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on so tell me.” He put his hand on your arm and gently stroked it.

You blinked back the tears that were forming in your eyes. You smiled and looked at him. “I just feel so empty right now Changbin. I’ve been studying my ass off, just living off of tons of coffee. My parents constantly shout at me for doing something wrong. I-I just can’t take this anymore. On top of that work is just complete shit. The customers are all so rude. My boss always makes me work overtime these days. It’s all too much.” Changbin pulled you in his arms and you broke down. He patted your back to try and comfort you as he couldn’t form words that would comfort you.

You sniffled and pulled back wiping your tears away. You smiled at him and smiled back at you as he wiped a stray tear away. “Everything’s going to be okay. I’m here for you you know? If you need a place to crash, I’m here. If you want to talk, I’m here. If you want someone to talk some fucking sense into your boss, I’m here. Y/N, I’m here. I’ve always been and always will. You pulled him back into a hug and nuzzled your face into his neck.

’‘Thank you Changbin. I love you.” He was sure that you didn’t mean it in the way he wanted you to, but he couldn’t help himself as his face flushed and his heart started beating faster.

Oh, how whipped he was for you. He would do anything for you.

“Y/N, a frappuccino for table 7!” You sighed and started working on the order. Your eyes followed the retreating figure of your coworker, as she put on her coat, bid your boss goodnight and walk out of the door. You scowled, you were supposed to already be out this cafe 2 hours ago. But once again, your boss made you work overtime. And of course, as if it couldn’t even get any worse, he didn’t even pay you the time you worked overtime. So needless to say; it’s complete shit.

You rubbed your tired eyes and put the frappuccino on a plate. You walked to table 7 and put the drink down onto the table. “Your drink, sir.” You smiled at him and disappeared back to the machines. You didn’t notice how the guy you just served his drink to, kept staring at you as you continue your work.

A few minutes later another coworker swapped places with you, stating that they were getting creeped out by this one guy that kept staring at them and smiling creepily. You didn’t even listen, you just walked to the front and put on a small, tired smile.

'Breathe in and breathe out, you got this.’ An hour past and you looked at the clock. 23:04.

Your shift was supposed to end 3 hours ago. You sighed for the nth time that day and went back to work. Ten minutes later your boss came to you and told you that you could go home. You thanked him and put your coat on. When you stepped out of the cafe and started your route back home, you didn’t notice that the guy who was staring at you the whole time you worked was following you. Still unaware, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and plugged your earphones in. Maybe a little music will let you relax, right?

It seemed like the world wanted to laugh you in the face that day as a cold hand wrapped around your throat from behind you. A shriek escaped your lips and your eyes widened. Your body went into complete shock. You couldn’t move. The guy ripped the earphones out of your ears and threw them to the ground. He leaned in and you could feel his breath on your neck. He took a shaky breath and gripped your throat a little tighter. “Hello, doll.”

Changbin’s head spun around as a scream disrupted the silence of the night. He looked back at the figure he pushed to the wall just a few moments ago. He sighed and took the gun from his back pocket. With a 'click’ Changbin readied the gun and aimed it at the target. “Orders from the boss.” He smiled at the figure and pulled the trigger. Blood splattered over his white shirt and he shook his head. “God damn it.”

Another scream echoed through the night and Changbin took off in its direction. Multiple screams followed and he sped his pace up. When Changbin reached the place, a guy was bent over a girl. As he stepped closer, he silently took his gun again and aimed it at the guy. “Come on baby! Don’t be so persistent! I just want to have some fun!” “Get off her.” The guy’s head spun around, the smirk still on his face, but it quickly disappeared when he saw the gun Changbin aimed at him.

Changbin’s eyes widened and a gasp escaped his lips as the light of the street light illuminated the girl’s face. “Y/N? What in the actual fuck?” You looked at him with tears rolling down your cheeks and your lip quivering. The guy looked back at you with a smirk now on his face again. “Ahh, so you know this guy huh? Is he your boyfriend?” He leaned closer to you again, so close that only a few inches were left between you. You could feel his hot breath on you and closed your eyes. Whimpers escaped from your lips and you pressed your cheek against the street more.

“I said get off her!” Changbin readied his gun once more and with a click, the safety was gone. Changbin was a lot closer than he was before. He pushed the head of his gun against the guy’s head. “I’ll say it again, one last time. Get off her. Or I swear I’m gonna blast this bullet right through your fucking skull.”

The guy stood up from your figure and you immediately curled into a ball, the only sound that was your sobs. The guy turned around slowly and with a wicked grin plastered on his face, he cocked his head at Changbin and tried to run away.

Changbin took off after him and tackled him to the ground. He pushed his gun against the guy’s head one more time. But the gun was quickly tossed out of his hand. The guy punched Changbin in the face and scrambled toward the gun. Changbin shook his head and swiped his lip, a little stripe of blood coating his finger now. He quickly got up again and ran after the guy, in hopes to get his gun back again.

He stopped in his tracks as he saw your figure hovering over the guy who kneeled on the ground before you. You held his gun in your hand and aimed it at the man in front of you. He quickly composed himself again and stepped beside you. He took your hands in his and guided your hand toward the guy’s head. Changbin leaned in and whispered in your ear.

“Are you sure you want to do this?.” You shook your head vigorously with tears streaming down your face and Changbin felt your hands going numb around his. He nodded and took his gun again. “I’ll call of one my friends and you’re going to be so fucking sorry that you hurt her when they’re done with you.” Changbin directed his speech toward the man and leaned in closer so you wouldn’t hear what he was about to say next.

“They’ll torture you to no end, maybe slice a few parts of your skin. Who knows? Who knows if you will even come out of this situation alive.” He pulled back and wrapped his arms around you, calling his one of his friends, his eyes never leaving the guy who curled up in a ball. Pathetic.

Changbin rolled his eyes and dialed Felix’s number again. Even though Felix was one of the younger ones in the mafia he was certainly one of the strongest. He was the second-best in hand combat after his other friend Minho. His flexible muscles allowed him to be quick on his feet and dodge quite well and he threw good punches. Changbin scoffed at the memory of him and Felix practicing hand-to-hand combat.

“Come on, Felix! Is that all you got?” Changbin shouted at Felix across the practice room and the younger one smirked. Felix got into another fighting position. He put his right foot behind his left one and bend his knees. With a shrug of his shoulders, Felix put his arms in front of his face, ready to punch. Changbin took off in Felix’s direction and lifted his hand, ready to punch him.

Felix smirked as he saw the wide space Changbin left between his legs and crouched down and slid through the space of them. In the next moment, he was on his feet again and threw a punch between Changbin’s shoulderblades. The boy fell to the mat upon impact and rolled on his back to face Felix. “Where in the actual fuck did you learn that?”

Changbin stood up by Felix’s help and rubbed the place that just took a good punch. “You don’t want to know, trust me.” Felix responded in his deep voice and flashed Changbin a little smirk as he heard the older one wince slightly as he kept rubbing his shoulders. Changbin watched in surprise as Felix left the room.

“Fucking hell, Felix pick up!” Changbin screamed at his phone and apologized as he saw you flinching in the corner of his eyes. Changbin groaned and decided to call his leader, Chan. He knew that Chan would pick up and he did. “What’s wrong Changbin?” The voice of his leader filled the silence and he sighed.

“Well, I have a little problem over here. I’ll explain once I’m back, but please send a car over here right now. I’ll send you the coordinates.” Changbin ended the call and turned toward you. You were staring intently at the guy, who assaulted you a few moments prior. Changbin waved a hand in front of your face and smiled slightly as he saw you flinch a little.

“You okay, shorty?” You nodded hesitantly and Changbin took you in his arms. You immediately wrapped your arms around his torso. As Changbin stroke your back in an attempt to calm you down your shoulders began shaking and choked up sobs escaped your throat. He pulled back from the hug and looked deep into your eyes. “I’ll protect you from now on Y/N. I’m here. I won’t let anything happen to your ever again, I promise.”

You nodded and closed your eyes for a moment but opened them quickly. “If I close my eyes I s-see the things that he…” You trailed off and tears rolled down your cheeks again. Changbin wiped them away with his thumb and took you in his arms again.

Almost 5 minutes later a black, expensive-looking car strode to a stop in front of your figures. Out came a guy you have never seen before, not that you expected it. “Get in.” The unknown guy commanded and got back in the driver’s seat. Changbin took the guy who assaulted you and pushed him in the car harshly, next he helped you in the car and got in himself. The guy on the left seat, Changbin in the middle and you on the right. Changbin still had his gun in his hand, just in case your assaulter tried something.

The man who drove the car looked in the rearview mirror and began talking. “What happened Changbin?’'

’'Honestly, I don’t know myself, Hyunjin. I was after our target, you know? I heard Y/N scream so I fulfilled the mission and rushed to help. That dude was all over her and assaulted her.” Changbin purposefully avoided the word 'kill’ and shook his head a little.

“I understand.” Hyunjin said and gripped the steering wheel tighter as he sped up. “Everything alright there Y/N?” Your head shot up at the question and you looked into Hyunjin’s eyes through the rearview mirror. He seems nice. “Oh yes, I’m okay.” You nodded in a sorry attempt to convince yourself that you were indeed fine. Changbin placed his right hand over your left one and squeezed it.

You gave him a weak smile and put your head on his shoulder. Changbin put his head on yours and could feel you relax a little as your breathing got slower. You fell asleep.

When you woke up a black ceiling filled your view. You furrowed your eyebrows and sat into an upright position on a bed. This certainly wasn’t your bed, neither your ceiling. You definitely weren’t in your room. You stood up from the bed and took a look at the white sheets that contrasted the stark colors of black and red on the walls. You walked over to a little nightstand and took the photo that on it in your hands. You recognized Changbin on the picture but not the other people on it. You put the photo back on the nightstand and went out of the room.

Out of the room, you were met with a completely white-gold, marble hallway. Two staircases connected the level you were one to the main hallway. When you looked down a white piano was standing in the middle of the main hallway. To your left, the marble became darker in color. A transition from white marble to black marble. The walls were decorated with pictures of all kinds of flowers, with the exception of a few doors here and there. And to your right the exact same copy of the left wing.

There were 9 doors in total. Eight of them you couldn’t look through and you didn’t dare to. One of them was Changbin’s bedroom as you discovered. The door that was in the middle of the hallway was made of glass. You walked through it and stood on a balcony now. You walked to the fence and turned around as you took a good look around the balcony. It was full of plants and flowers, just like the pictures in the hallway.

You turned around once more and watched as the sun let its rays hit the earth and warm it. With a little smile on your lips, you walked back in the hallway and into Changbin’s room. You sat on the bed again and waited for someone to come in. You waited for Changbin to just walk in the room and comfort you like he always did. He was always there for you. You stood up again and walked toward the bookcase next to the window. Might as well read a little until someone comes and gets you, right?

With a book in hand, you sat on the bed again and opened it with the idea in mind to fully indulge yourself in it. But in the next moment, the door burst open and swung back with such force that it hit the door with a loud 'bang’. You flinched heavily and the book flew out of your hands, a shriek leaving your lips. You looked at the person that just burst through the door. You didn’t know him either. You were in a house with people you didn’t know with the exception of Changbin. Just great.

“I was told to come to get you, come with me.” The deep voice this guy surprised you as it certainly didn’t match his face. With a smile, he introduced himself. “I’m sorry if I surprised you. I’m Felix.” You smiled back and stood up. “That’s okay Felix. I’m Y/N.” He nodded and held his hand out to you. “Take my hand. We don’t want you getting lost now, do we?” You shook your head and took his hand.

Felix took you down to the main hallway. He walked to the back of the room and went through a door, soon going down a flight of stairs. The walls were no longer marble. They were dark grey with absolutely no windows. It was a heavy contrast, considering how it looks just above the staircase. Felix went into a room and pulled you with him. When you stepped into a room 7 other boys sat around a table, one of them Changbin who gave you a small smile. Now the only people you recognized were Changbin, Hyunjin, and Felix. Felix took you to a seat next to Changbin and sat opposite of you afterward.

Changbin took your hand under the table and gave it a light squeeze. The guy at the head of the table cleared his throat and averted his gaze from the whiteboard at the end of the room toward Changbin. “So. What happened Changbin?’'

Changbin cleared his throat and stood up and walked out of the room. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he left the room. But the confusion quickly turned into a slightly scared feeling as he brought the man who assaulted you with him. The man was littered with bruises and cuts, dried blood all over his body. Some wounds were still fresh, the blood not having dried yet.

Changbin pushed him into a sitting position in front of the table and stood behind him. Changbin looked him all over and a small smile formed on his lips as he registered all the bruises and cuts.

’'Well you see, my friend, Y/N got assaulted by this little shit.” The last part of his sentence he just spits out through gritted teeth. Changbin took a deep breath and took a glance at you.

“I was after our target and when I found him she screamed. So I quickly killed him and ran in the direction of her screams. When I found her, this guy was all over her. I didn’t see what he did to her. I pulled him off of her and the two of us had a little fight. You know the rest.”

The guy at the head of the table nodded and stood up. He walked toward the man and walked in circles around him, examining his wounds, cuts, and bruises. “Seems like he got a good beating.”

Changbin smiled at this and cocked his head to the side.

“I took care of it myself, I hope you’re not disappointed, Chan.”

The leader, Chan turned his head in your direction and took a quick glance over your figure. No cuts, no bruises, no sign of any harm.

“Get this man out of my sight. I heard enough.” With a wave of Chan’s hand, two guys stood up and escorted the man out of the room. Chan nodded and motioned to the rest of the guys to leave the room. The only ones in it were Changbin and you now.

“So it was it you?” Changbin’s head spun in your direction and he furrowed his eyebrows. “What was me?”

You looked at the door. “The man. You beat him up.” Changbin nodded and took a step closer toward you but you took a step back.

Crack.

Changbin swore he could feel his heart break into a thousand little pieces.

“What kind of organization are you? Y-You, kill people.” You whispered. “That’s a long story…” Changbin tried to avoid the subject. He was scared you’ll leave him if you find out.

“No!” You screamed and again hot tears rolled down your cheeks. Changbin took a step back at your sudden shout and gulped.

“You want to know the truth?” ‘'Please.“ You whispered and Changbin nodded. He took you by the hand and walked out of the room. You could hear distinct screams from afar, a lot of 'please no!’s following.

Changbin smiled at the screams. A memory of where he felt so happy coming back.

Changbin closed his bedroom behind him after he laid your sleeping figure on the bed. With a wicked grin, he walked down the flight of stairs, to the back of the room, through the door and down a flight of stairs once again. As he saw the next door in front of him his grin widened even more.

He walked through it, now looking at the chained figure to the wall.

’'Comfortable are we?” The figure’s head banged against the wall as he flinched and Changbin looked into the terrified eyes of the man.

He smiled and walked toward a closet. He opened it and took a look at the various amount of knives. One bigger and sharper than the other. He took the smallest knife and turned around. With a grin, he cocked his head to the side and walked toward the man chained to the wall.

“Let’s get started shall we?” Changbin grinned and the first part of his skin was sliced.

The whole house was silent the only sounds heard the screams and cries of the man.

Changbin seated you on a couch in the living room and sat next to you. “Are you sure you want the truth?” You nodded.

“I’m part of a mafia. We call us Stray Kids or SKZ for the shorter version. I’m one of the members who stayed here the longest together with Jisung and Chan. Chan, our leader founded this mafia and Jisung and I joined. The rest of them joined after some time. We kill or rather eliminate people who do bad stuff. Criminals, sexual assaulters, Murders, you name it. Chan gives out a list for them and we kill them. Sometimes we even go out to eliminate other mafias or big corrupt politicians. Anything more you want to know?” His tone was stone cold.

“Why did you join this mafia?” Fear filled your system with every part of your body.

“I needed the money. There were many people I wanted revenge on. And I did.” Changbin grinned as he recalled all the people he killed in his mind.

“You’re crazy Changbin.” You said and he shot up his eyes piercing through yours. “Crazy for you.” He said and grinned.

“No. Changbin you need to get help this isn’t normal!”

Changbin looked at you in shock and sat on the table in front of you.

“I don’t need any help! I only need you can’t you understand that? I’ve always been here for you! I love you god damn it”

“What? Changbin you can’t love me. You really need a doctor!” He started screaming. “No, I don’t! I don’t need anyone beside you. Why won’t you love me?” You stood up and pushed him away from you when he tried to grab you.

“How can love someone who enjoys killing? I can’t do this Changbin! I don’t want this. No! Let me go!” You screamed and struggled against his hold. He grabbed you when you started walking away from him. Changbin turned you around and pressed you flush against him.

“Changbin you’re crazy!”

“Crazy for you.” He said and put his lips on yours forcefully.

You pounded your hands on his chest and he grabbed them with force and put them behind your back. “You’ll learn to love me.” You shook your head. “I’ll never love a sick guy like you and I thought you were my friend.

’'Oh, shorty, you will. I’ll just have to force you to.”

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@kiingcorobo got an ask last night for an absolutely beautiful au idea, and through a series of anon, the See No Evil au was made! And,,,,I couldn’t not write something for it. So! Here you go lads!

TW: Graphic descriptions of violence, murder, lots of mentions of child abuse, there’s a suggestive part, and a really dumb ending.

“Shh...shh, you’re alright now. It’s okay. You are safe. You never have to see her again. You are safe.”

“Th-thank you...thank you!”

“Of course. You never have to see her again Putunia.”

“When are the cops gonna be here?”

“Soon...I have to take you back to my apartment.”

“Why?”

“Cops are very unfair. They might try to make you do things you don’t want to.”

“Oh…”

“Would you like to come with me?”

“You promise I’ll be safe?”

“Yes. Pinkie promise?”

“Pinkie promise.”

***

“Kamal, we’ve got a case for you.” Kamal looked up excitedly from his paperwork. Even something as simple as petty theft would be better than this. His boss put a file on his desk, and he quickly flipped through it. “First degree murder. Some sicko murdered a woman in her home, and her daughter is missing. It’s...it’s pretty safe to assume the kid didn’t make it.” Kamal bit his lip. He felt a little bad about being excited for this.

“Alright. Well...I’ll need to get to the scene of the crime and-”

“Not so fast Bora.” Kamal bristled. It was never a good thing when his boss used his last name. “We’re putting you with a partner for this.”

“What?!?” Kamal yelped, almost falling out of his chair. “I work alone, you know that!”

“Kamal, please. You say it like you’re some lone wolf. We all know you’re just terrified of interacting with new people,” his boss said, chuckling. Kamal frowned, but stood up.

“Fine. Where are they?” He asked. His boss gestured to him to follow him, and he led his through the station to the front.

Kamal’s eyes widened as he spotted his partner for the case. He was a ridiculously tall man, he looked absolutely cramped in the shitty plastic chairs they had in the lobby. Kamal swallowed. He’d never been the tallest guy, and he was easily intimidated. Well, he was when he wasn’t in the field. His boss led him right over to the guy.

“Boris Habit, meet Kamal Bora. He’s our top investigator.” Kamal held his hand out, and Habit shook it excitedly.

“It is good to meet you Kamal! I look forward to working with you!” He said. Kamal frowned.

“Look, just call me Bora,” he said. Habit’s smile faltered, but he nodded. “So...what exactly do you do?”

“I’m a dentist!” Habit said, grinning at Kamal. Kamal just stared for a moment, before turning to his boss.

“You wanna run that by me again?” He asked, sort of to both of them.

“Habit is a forensic odontologist. There were several bite marks at the scene of the crime and on the victim’s body. He can help you out with those.” Kamal nodded and turned back to Habit.

“Well...just don’t get in the way,” Kamal said. He gripped the file tightly and made his way towards the door.

“O-oh! Okay!” Habit said, hopping up to follow him. Kamal’s boss shook his head, but smiled.

“Those two sure are a pair…” he muttered.

***

“Alright, there’s gonna be a lot of blood. Along with bite marks there were also plenty of bash wounds and…” Kamal swallowed. “Oh god. One of her arms was removed with excessive force.” Habit winced and Kamal swallowed again. “Okay...that’s terrifying. I’m gonna have to be very careful when we track down someone…”

“We will have to be careful,” Habit corrected. Kamal frowned.

“Wait, I thought you were just working from a lab?” He asked. Habit smiled again.

“I will do more of my work from there, but I have also been told to help you in the field! I can tell someone’s dental history from a quick glance, you probably cannot tell a molar from an incisor!” Habit said, chuckling slightly. Kamal frowned.

“Well, I certainly can’t tell someone’s dental history from a mile away, but I know my way around teeth. This isn’t the first case I’ve done that involved them,” he said. Habit nodded absentmindedly.

“Then perhaps you should take care of your own teeth better,” he mumbled. Kamal glared at him as he pulled up in front of the apartment building that was the scene of the crime.

“Well, coffee and cigarettes does that to you,” he said, before getting out of the car.

He chuckled as he watched Habit struggle to get out of the car. Habit was a big enough guy that even an average sized car like Kamal’s was hard for him to navigate. He watched as Habit tried a couple different angles, before finally managing to pry himself from the car. “Real graceful Habit,” Kamal teased.

“Yes...thank you,” Habit said. He seemed distracted by the apartment building. “This...this is my building.” Kamal jumped.

“Wait, seriously?” Kamal asked. “Where do you live?”

“Fifth floor, room 506,” Habit replied. Kamal nodded.

“Crime was on the second floor. It makes sense you didn’t know about it in progress. Did you not notice the police on the way out this morning?” The whole apartment building was crawling with police officers.

“Of course I did! I just...well, this isn’t the nicest neighborhood,” Habit said. Kamal nodded, and started making his way through the police tape. Most of the other cops recognized him, so he just had to explain that Habit was with him before they let them through.

Kamal opened the door to the apartment, 211, and stepped inside. The front room didn’t look so bad, but he immediately smelled something like copper. Habit was right behind him, and he seemed to also smell it. Neither of them said anything as they made their way into the living room. Kamal felt his stomach roil at the sight before him.

A woman was lying face down on the carpeted floor. Almost the entire carpet was stained red, only the tail corners the beige it had originally been. The woman’s arm was lying next to her, completely severed. Not cleanly with a weapon either, jagged and violent with force. Her body was covered in bite marks, all of them large. Kamal took a small step forward, looking around the room.

“Okay. I’m gonna look around the room for evidence. You get to work on the bite marks on the body,” Kamal said. Habit nodded and went over to crouch beside the body. Kamal watched for a moment as he pulled some tools from his pockets, which Kamal hadn’t even realized he’d been carrying. He only watched for a moment, before setting about looking around.

About half the blood had dried, and all of it would have if there hadn’t been so damn much of it. Kamal looked around for potential weapons that could’ve been used, since the body had bash wounds as well. He looked around the room, and his eyes landed on a modern looking brass desk lamp. It was bent slightly. Kamal went over to it and looked it over. The lightbulb was shattered. “Habit, are there any cuts around any of the bash wounds?” He asked. There was a moment of silence before Habit spoke.

“Yes! How did you figure it out?” Habit voice was filled with awe, and Kamal had to force down a smile.

“The lightbulb in this lamp is shattered, and the lamp itself is bent. Only slightly though, this must be a pretty sturdy thing.” Kamal leaned in to get a closer look at the lamp. “Oh...shit…” he muttered.

“What?” Habit asked, standing.

“It’s not brass. It’s gold. I...I can’t tell if it’s gold finish or solid gold. Gold finish would be better, and more likely. I hope it’s that…”

“Why does it matter?” Habit asked. Kamal turned to look at him, unamused.

“Have you ever done this before?” He asked. Habit looked nervous for a moment.

“Only once. I usually work for morgues.” Kamal nodded. “And the other guy I worked with wasn’t anywhere near as smart as you.” Kamal tried not to blush.

“Well...thanks…” he muttered. Habit just grinned. “Anything coming with the body?”

“The bite marks are too shallow for a good model of the teeth. But the perpetrator is missing a few teeth on their right side. But...they oddly have more teeth than average,” Habit said. Kamal nodded.

“At least that’s incredibly specific. Both good and bad.”

“How so?”

“Well, when we find them, there probably won’t be much doubt about if we’re right. But...it’s probably gonna take a while to find them,” Kamal said. Habit nodded. “Did you look at the arm?”

“Excessive force,” Habit said. “Whoever this was, they were very very strong. Possibly inhumanly so.” They both shuddered. “Is there anything else?”

“Well, we’ve got to find out if this is actually gold or not. And...I want to see the little girl’s room,” Kamal said.

“Little girl?” Habit asked.

“Yeah. The woman’s daughter is missing. She’s...she’s assumed dead.” Kamal shook his head. “But I’m not giving up. She isn’t legally dead until twenty years from now, and even if the odds aren’t good, I’m holding on to that.” Habit nodded.

The two of them looked through the rooms in the apartment. Kamal stepped inside each one and had a quick look around. They stopped in a room that was decorated with tons of cartoon posters and action figures. They both stepped inside and looked around. Kamal looked through the closet, and under the bed. He frowned at what he found under the bed. A little nook filled with toys and a small diary.

“Oh god...Putunia…” Habit whispered. Kamal stood, the diary in hand, and turned to Habit. Habit was holding a superhero’s mask, running his thumb over it. “Not Putunia…”

“You knew her?” Kamal asked. Habit nodded. “I...I’m sorry.”

“She was so full of energy…”

“She is.” Habit turned to Kamal, and Kamal realized there were tears in his eyes. “Don’t cry. She’s not dead.”

“But-”

“Most people like to look on the down side of things with cases like this. So they can be pleasantly surprised. I’d rather keep my optimism, and then be disappointed,” Kamal said. “Believe what you’d like, but in my books, she isn’t dead til we find a body. Okay?” Habit nodded and smiled slightly, even as a few tears rolled down his cheeks. “I found a diary. I’m guessing it’s hers. Wanna tell me a little about her?”

“Well...she has just turned eight,” Habit said, as the two of them exited the apartment. “She invited me to her birthday party. I didn’t want to interrupt her and her friends though.” He chuckled. “I do not know why she latched onto me so tightly. Perhaps it is because she does not have a father?” Habit shrugged. “All I know is that she was full of energy and always so excited about everything. I...I really hope she’s okay.”

“We’re going to help her Habit,” Kamal said. He reached up and pat Habit’s arm. “We’re gonna help her as best as we can. We’ll find her. I’m sure of it.”

***

“I have looked through all my medical records. I cannot find anyone with teeth who fit the bite mark,” Habit said as he entered Kamal’s office. Kamal nodded.

It’d been two days since they’d looked through the apartment. Kamal hated not being able to do anything, especially when there was a little girl in danger, but he had to give Habit time to go over his medical records. And...apparently, that hadn’t led to anything. “I know doctor patient confidentiality is important, but I believe the police overcome that. We can ask other dentists in the area.” Kamal nodded again. “Are you alright?”

“I read the diary,” he said. Habit nodded. “She...god, I hope she’s alive.”

“She is a sweet girl, yes.”

“No, not just that.” Habit looked at him, confused. “Half the pages had little bloody fingerprints. She wrote about how her ‘mommy’ would hit her or cut her or burn her or…”

“Stop!” Kamal turned to Habit quickly, and found that he was hyperventilating and gripping his hair tightly. “Please, stop!”

“Shit, are you okay?” Kamal hopped up and went to stand in front of Habit. Habit flinched away from him and he took a small step back. “Hey...hey, it’s okay. You’re okay Boris. You’re safe.” He held his hands in front of him. “Can you take my hands?” Habit shakily moved his hands so they were resting on top of Kamal’s. Kamal tried not to blush at how big Habit’s hands were compared to his. “Can you breathe with me?” Habit nodded.

The two of them stood in Kamal’s office, holding hands and breathing together steadily. Kamal watched as Habit’s eyes stopped darting around and he stopped shaking. His breathing evened out in a more natural way, and he slowly gripped Kamal’s hands instead of just putting them limply on top of them. “Feel better?” Habit nodded. “Do...do you wanna talk about it?” Habit shook his head. “Okay...well...there wasn’t anything of any use in the diary. Just...just that stuff. And normal kid stuff.” Habit nodded. “You...can we go ask some other dentists about who we’re after?”

“Y-yes,” Habit muttered, and Kamal relaxed when he realized that Habit was talking again.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

***

Kamal sat in the waiting room of the dentist, his leg bouncing. Around now was when his smoke break was on a paperwork day, so he was a little jittery. He’d learned that Habit had asthma though, and he wasn’t an asshole, so he hadn’t smoked on the job for a few days. It was starting to grate on him, but he could handle it. If anything, it was a good thing. He needed to quit.

Point was, he couldn’t smoke in a dentist’s waiting room. Habit was in the back, explaining the situation. He’d only had to flash his badge to the woman at the desk when he’d entered, and Habit had full clearance to see their medical files. Kamal didn’t understand a word of what it all meant, so he was stuck out here. He kept catching the woman behind the desk staring, and he inwardly groaned. He didn’t need someone hitting on him on top of everything.

“Kamal! We have progress!” Habit said, bursting in from the back. Kamal jumped up and grinned. “Hunter White. He’s missing the appropriate teeth, and while he doesn’t have the excess teeth, it’s only because he got them removed last night. So, he still would have had them at the time of the murder!” Kamal shushed Habit, not wanting to make people waiting afraid by talking loudly about a murder. “We just have to go find his address!”

“Great job Boris!” Kamal said. They both blushed and looked away when they realized Kamal had used Habit’s first name. “So uh...I can get that for us, and then we can….we can get in there and arrest him!”

***

“You need more proof.” Kamal held back an annoyed groan and nodded at what his boss was saying. “You can’t just arrest because of some dental records that point in that direction. I mean, yeah, it’s sound evidence, and I’m proud of you both for getting it, but it’s not enough to arrest on. You’ve gotta find something else.”

“Can’t we search his place?”

“We don’t even have enough for a warrant.” Kamal really did groan this time. “I know you want to find that girl Kamal, but you can’t just ignore the law.” Kamal nodded.

“What should we do then?” Habit asked. Kamal grinned as an idea came to mind.

“We could do a stake out,” he suggested. His boss rolled his eyes, but nodded.

“Yeah, I was gonna suggest that. I know how much you love them Kamal, but you’ve gotta stay professional for this,” he said. Kamal nodded.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got this.”

***

“Did you bring snacks?” Habit asked, sliding into the car beside Kamal. Kamal chuckled.

“Trust me Boris, if we’re out here for hours, we’re gonna want these.” The first name thing had kind of become normal. “Besides! I figured this could kinda...I dunno, be a chance to get to know each other more?” Kamal rubbed the back of his neck, trying hard not to blush.

He wouldn’t be lying if he said that he’d found Boris pretty attractive the moment he saw him. And then he’d been so kind and sweet about Putunia. And then he’d been vulnerable with Kamal. And then he’d been really smart about the teeth. And then….well. Kamal was interested. Boris just grinned at him though.

“I would like that!” He said. Kamal smiled back, but faltered slightly.

How had he never noticed the missing teeth?

“Okay, well, he’s been spotted at this bar pretty frequently, so we’re starting here. Hopefully we won’t have to follow him for a while,” Kamal said. Boris nodded. They sat in silence for about fifteen minutes, before Kamal decided to break the silence. “So...uh...do you like working as a dentist?” Boris hummed.

“Not really.” Kamal turned to look at him fully. “I have always wanted to be a botanist. But my parents wanted me to be a dentist, and I am good at it, so I thought I might as well. I moved up to forensic odontologist because it was at least more interesting than just being a normal dentist.” Kamal nodded. “What about you? Did you see yourself becoming an investigator?”

“Honestly? No.” Kamal chuckled. “When I was a teen I was totally into the whole anarchy thing. And...okay, small world and all, but I always wanted to be a dental assistant.” Boris laughed, and Kamal grinned at him. “But...well, I was no good at it. And I’ve got a pretty deductive mind. So...here we are.”

“Best dentist in New York, and the best investigator in New York. What an odd couple we are…” Boris said. Kamal blushed at the phrasing, but nodded. “Speaking of couples...you have never told me about any of your personal life! Is there someone special?” Boris nudged him with his shoulder, and Kamal laughed. He got quiet after a moment though.

“Um...no. No one, not really. I mean...I have my family but...y’know, that’s it. And I don’t really see them that often anymore. They’ve all got lives and stuff now, y’know?” Kamal said. Boris nodded.

“I am sorry you don’t see them as often as you’d like.” Kamal shrugged.

“It’s alright. I’ve got cases and paperwork to keep me company,” he said. Boris nodded. “What about you? Anyone special in your life?”

Boris opened his mouth to say something, before clicking it shut again. He seemed to fumble over his words for almost a whole minute. “You...you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want.” Boris shook his head.

“No, sorry, I just...never mind.” He cleared his throat. “There is no one.” Kamal nodded. He remembered the breakdown Habit had had in his office, and decided to not ask about family. They sat in silence for a while, just staring at the bar across the street. “Do...Kamal, do you ever wonder if...if you’re doing what you were put on this earth to be doing?” Kamal turned to look at Boris with a surprised expression.

“Where did that come from?” Boris shrugged. “Well...I’m not a religious man. And I don’t really believe in fate either. So...I don’t think there’s really a specific thing that we’re put on the earth to do. So...I guess I don’t think about that. Sorry, that’s not exactly helpful.” Kamal smiled apologetically at Boris. “You know what I do think?”

“What?”

“I think we make our own purpose to be on this earth. I think we make our own version of what we’re supposed to do,” Kamal said. “I think...as long as you think what you’re doing is what you’re supposed to be doing, then you’re doing just fine.” Boris nodded. “Why? Is...is there something going on?”

“Yes but...it is personal. I am sorry,” Boris said. Kamal put a hand on his arm.

“Don’t be. You’ve only known me for a couple weeks, you don’t have to share your whole life story with me,” Kamal replied. Boris smiled down at him, and Kamal felt his face flush. He removed his arm, and put his eyes back on the bar in front of them.

Kamal kept glancing at Boris out of the corner of his eye. He couldn’t help it, Boris was absolutely gorgeous. His hair looked so soft, and his eyes were so welcoming. His smile was adorable, and even though he had scars on his face, Kamal just wanted to run his fingers along them, or kiss them. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and hold Boris’s face gently in his hands. At one point when he glanced over, Boris’s eyes were on him. They both quickly looked away, blushing.

They sat there for hours. Sometimes talking, sometimes not. Brushing fingers against each other, stealing looks. As wonderful and sweet and torturous as it was, Kamal couldn’t help an anxious feeling in his gut. Something about this didn’t feel right. Their perp hadn’t shown up at the bar. This bar, and his apartment, weren’t anywhere close to the scene of the crime. None of this felt right, but he was too distracted by the way Boris’s pinkie was now hooked with his.

He shook his head. No. He needed to be professional above all else.

“I think we might want to call it a night. This is...the more I think about it, the more I think we may need to go back to the drawing board. Something about this all isn’t right, I-” He was cut off very suddenly by Boris crashing their lips together.

Fuck profesanilsm.

Kamal gripped Boris’s shirt tightly and kissed him with everything he had. Boris quickly moved his hands so they were resting on Kamal’s hips, and squeezed them tightly. Kamal gasped quietly, and Boris used the opportunity to use some tongue. When Boris pulled away, Kamal was panting.

“How...how close is your place?” Boris asked. Kamal was bright red.

“Not far,” he answered, and quickly started the car. “Not far at all.”

***

Kamal woke up the next morning with a sour taste in his mouth. Not a real taste, something much worse, something emotional. He quickly hopped out of his bed and got dressed again, dressed for work. There was still a little girl out there who needed him, and he’d spent the night doing something that wasn’t helping anyone.

Still, when he looked over at Boris, who was still fast asleep, he couldn’t say he regretted it. He walked around the bed to brush some of Boris’s hair out of his face. Boris didn’t wake up, just pressed himself against Kamal’s hand. Kamal felt his heart melt, and he knelt down to kiss Boris’s temple. He carefully left the room, and went to go make some coffee.

As the pot was brewing, Kamal noticed something sitting on his kitchen table. A simple manila folder. He picked it up and looked at the label. “Hunter White”. He recognized it as the perp’s medical records. He realized he’d never actually seen them. Boris seemed to always keep them on his person. That’s how they must have ended up here. Even though he was starting to highly doubt this was their man, he still flicked through the pages. He knew how to read dental charts from that short time he had spent in medical school.

And this wasn’t right.

Hunter White was missing the teeth that had been missing in the bite marks, but he’d never had any extra teeth. They hadn’t been pulled, they were just never there.

“Boris...lied?” Kamal muttered to himself. He felt his heartbeat quicken.

Doing what you’re meant to on this earth...the missing teeth...the odd feel of his mouth the night before...the complete lack of reaction to the dead body despite only doing this once before…it being in his building...faking evidence...

“Oh god…” Kamal whispered. “Boris did it.”

“Shit.” Kamal turned around quickly, and found Boris standing in the doorway. “I...Kamal, please, you have to listen to me, I-”

“Boris…” Kamal felt tears in his eyes, and he tried to fight them off. “No…”

“Kamal, please, you have to listen-”

“What is wrong with you?” Kamal asked. Boris stepped towards him, and he stepped back quickly. “You...you’re sick!”

“She was in danger! I had to help Putunia, she-”

“You ripped that woman’s arm off! Oh god, how the hell did you even do that?!?”

“Kamal please!” Boris took another step forward, and Kamal thanked his lucky stars that he’d gotten dressed for work, because he pulled out his taser. Boris froze. “Kamal…”

“Boris Habit, you are under arrest,” Kamal said, his voice shaking. “You...you have the right to remain silent.”

“No! Kamal, please!” Tears were streaming down Boris’s face. “You can’t do this to me!”

“Anything you say can be used against you in court.” Kamal stuck to his speech like a mantra, trying to use it like a crutch. “You have the right to talk to a lawyer for advice before we ask you any questions. You have the right to have a lawyer with you during questioning.”

“What I did was right!” Boris screamed. “She was hurting Putunia! I saved that girl’s life!”

“If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you before any questioning if you wish!” Kamal was screaming back now, he couldn’t keep his voice level. “If you decide to answer questions now without a lawyer present, you have the right to stop answering at any time!”

“I thought you loved me!” Boris yelled. Kamal lowered his taser, and sobbed quietly.

“I thought I did too,” he whispered. He pulled out his handcuffs. “Are you going to resist arrest?” Boris didn’t answer. Kamal stepped forward and snapped the handcuffs on his wrists.

Boris pulled his arms apart and they snapped in half.

“Holy shit!”

“Kamal…” Boris whispered. “Please, don’t take me in. Her mother was abusive. I was doing the right thing. I was saving her life…”

“Where is she?” Kamal asked. The levelness in his voice was back, and he’d managed to stop crying. His sadness had been replaced with numbing rage. “Where is she Boris?”

“My place…” Kamal nodded. “I...I’m sorry I broke your handcuffs.”

“We’ll have to use zip ties. They’re way comfortable.” Boris nodded.

“I’m sorry…”

Kamal didn’t answer.

***

Kamal opened the door to Boris’s apartment, and carefully stepped in. It looked completely normal, exactly how he expected it to look only a few days ago. But since this morning, he was expecting something very different.

But it was just...normal. Completely normal.

He heard an excited gasp from deeper in the apartment, and soon a little girl came barreling into his chest. He held her tightly, squeezing her.

“Dad! You’re…” when she pulled away from him, her face lost its color. “No...no, no, no!”

“I don’t know what Habit told you about cops, but whatever it was, he’s wrong,” Kamal said. “I’m here to help you.” She struggled to get away from him, but he kept a tight grip on her.

“No!” She screamed. “No, I don’t want to go with you! Let me go!”

“Habit’s in the car. He wants to see you,” Kamal said, changing tactics. The girl calmed down enough for him to scoop her up and carry her out of the apartment. She began to scream again as he carried her down the hallway, but he had plenty of practice carrying struggling people.

He stepped out of the building and went over to his car. He opened the backseat and set Putunia down in it, closing the door before she could run. He got in the driver’s seat, and tried not to listen to the way she sobbed, or the way Bor...Habit whispered to her. He couldn’t stop himself from hearing.

“Dad’s going away for a while, okay? I...I’ll try to find you when I get out. I love you so much ‘Nia. You’re going to be okay. I promise you would be safe, and I’m not going to break that promise. You’ll be safe with Kamal.

“I love you.”

***

“A full confession. Don’t know how you did it Bora!” Kamal hummed at his boss’s words. “Well, you’ve got to go talk to the girl today. Good luck with that.” Kamal nodded. His boss was quiet for a moment. “Uh...hey. I know...I know you and Habit got along well. I’m really sorry it turned out like this…”

“Don’t be. He meant nothing to me. I’m a lone wolf.” Just saying the words made him want to sob, but Kamal tried to believe them. His boss pat his shoulder.

“Well...if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here,” he said. Kamal just nodded, and waved him off. He watched as his boss left.

He glanced at a clock in his office. Two. He had until four until he had to leave to see Putunia.

Yeah. That was enough time.

***

“Kamal? This certainly is a surprise…” Trencil said. He stepped aside, letting Kamal in.

“Sorry Trencil, I’m in a hurry. This is gonna be an advice only visit,” Kamal said. Trencil nodded.

“Well, I’ll see what I can do,” he said. He went into the living room and sat down heavily on the couch. Kamal sat next to him. “Now...tell me, what’s the matter?”

“I did something, and I don’t know if it was wrong or not…” Kamal said. Trencil nodded, and gestured for him to continue. “I had a partner for my latest case. I...I fell in love with him. Turns out, he did the crime. I turned him in. Was that right?”

“I think that depends on what he did,” Trencil said.

“First degree murder.” Trencil opened his mouth, but Kamal kept speaking. “She was abusing her kid though. Boris took the kid in, so she was listed as missing. I...I picked the kid up. That’s why I’m in a hurry. I have to go see her at four thirty.” Trencil was silent for a moment. “Did I do the right thing?”

“Well...in the eyes of the law, yes,” Trencil said. Kamal nodded.

“I feel like there's a ‘but’ here.”

“There is. Look Kamal, I don’t know the whole situation. But...from what you’re describing, it sounds, to me, like you’ve done the wrong thing.” Kamal’s heart sank. “I mean...Jimothan did what he was accused of, and I think turning him in was the wrong thing.”

“Yeah, but he was doing that in self defence!” Kamal said.

Jimothan had “assaulted” someone who had come into his bar and was harassing other patrons. Trencil had been set on his case, before he had injured his knee. The two of them had a very similar situation to him and Boris, which is why he’d come to Trencil for advice. The difference was, Jimothan was doing something heroic but technically illegal while Boris had…

Had…

“He saved a child’s life…” Kamal said. “We...there are so many times we’ve been too late. There are so many times we never knew at all. Boris...he saved a child’s life.”

“It is up to you Kamal. You are the only one who can decide if you think what you did is wrong or right. But...I think we both know the answer.” Kamal nodded at Trencil’s words. “What are you going to do about it?”

“Something...something rash and stupid and very against the law.”

“Well...I see I’ve done something right in mentoring you.”

***

“Hey kid,” Kamal said, sitting down across from Putunia.

“Go away,” she mumbled. He smiled softly at her.

“I know you don’t want to see me, but I’ve got a surprise for you. If you’ll come with me, I can show you something really awesome.” Putunia looked at him skeptically. “Pinkie promise.” Kamal held his pinkie out to her. She looked thoughtful for a moment, before hooking her finger with his.

“Pinkie promise.”

***

“He’s being transferred across town. It’s better security over there, and less crowded. It’ll be safer for everyone.” Boris winced at the voice. It was impossible not to recognize. Sure, this was New York, but Kamal’s accent was very very thick.

“Alright Kamal, if you say so. I wanna see the paperwork on my desk tomorrow though.”

“Of course sir.” Boris heard footsteps approaching his cell. He looked up as they stopped in front of it. He looked at Kamal, and he knew he looked like a broken man. “On your feet Habit. You’re moving across town.”

Habit stood, and let Kamal put the handcuffs on him. He let himself be led out of the prison he was being held in. He let himself be shoved into the familiar backseat of Kamal’s squad car. He didn’t let himself cry, no matter how much he wanted to. The car was silent as Kamal drove for a while. “Okay ‘Nia. Show time.” Kamal suddenly said.

“Dad!” A small lump that had been on the floor suddenly threw the cover off itself and launched itself at Boris.

“I...what?” Boris asked as he realized that Putunia was clinging to him. “What the hell?”

“Break through those cuffs big guy, I know you can,” Kamal said.

“Is...is this some kind of trap? I already confessed!” Boris asked.

“No, it’s me apologizing,” Kamal said. “You were right Boris. You did the right thing. You saved Putunia. It’s my turn to save you.” Kamal turned to look at the backseat when he reached a red light. “We’ve got about an hour before I’m supposed to have Putunia back, and I can do about another hour of stalling, so we’ve got about two hours to get as far out of the city as possible.”

“Kamal, you...what?”

“I love you Boris. And if that means a life on the run, then so be it.”

“You’ve known me for two weeks!”

“Think of it as a horrible rom com! We run off at the end, and we’re a happy family with our wonderful daughter Putunia!”

“That’s me!” Putunia yelled, jumping up and down slightly.

“Kamal, this is insane!” Boris yelled.

“And you killed a lady! I think we’re both a little insane!” Kamal yelled back.

Boris snapped the cuffs and lunged forward to kiss Kamal. Kamal reached back with one arm and buried his hand in Boris’s hair. They kissed until someone behind them blared their horn and Kamal had to face the front to drive again. “I love you Boris.”

“I love you too Kamal.” Boris scooped Putunia up and held her close. “I love you so much.”

#the formatting looks so fucked up so hopefully it isn't when it posts #but it might be #no way is this going in the main tag #see no evil au #my writing

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xxsovereignsarayaxx · 4 years

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Supernatural - Road to Revenge Chapter 2

Authors Note: So here is the second chapter of this series and I'm really loving how it is coming together and I hope you guys too. Thank you to everyone for the likes and reblogs it very much appreciated ❤ (There is a flashback in bold) Word Count: 2908 Warnings: Some mild language.

Chapter 1

“This day just keeps getting better and better.” I said with sarcasm dripping from lips to the other person on the phone.

“Nice to hear from you too, where are you?”

“None of your god-damn business, you’ve got a lot of nerve ringing me. Considering you wanted nothing to do with me, so what’s changed this time?” I replied bitterly.

“I’m using up my ONE free call for you, be grateful…”

“Grateful? You are joking?” I shouted, getting irritated.

My shouting in the kitchen brought Sam into the room. He looked at me with concern written all over his face.

“But I feel so privileged that you decided to call me, so what did you get arrested for this time? Shoplifting? I teased.

“As much as I would love to carry on our conversation my call time is almost up.”

Sam raised his eyebrow, he knew exactly who I was talking to, and he also looked shocked that I was speaking to them. Realising that the fridge door was still open I reached in to grab two bottles of beer, shoving the phone in between my shoulder and ear I twisted the cap to the bottle and took a large swig. “You got yourself into trouble, I trust that you can get yourself out of it.” I said getting ready to hang up the call.

“Coley, wait please. Something wasn’t right and it’s...it’s your kind of weird please just get me out of here and I’ll get my shit together.”

Letting out a sigh I placed the bottle on the island in the middle of the room. “Where are you Nia?”

“Nevada.”

And with that the call dropped so either my sweet sister hung up or she ran out of time. I bent down and rested my head on the counter, letting out a groan.

“Do I dare ask what’s going on?” Sam asked me leaning against the island, handing me my beer.

“Nia got herself arrested again...I have half the mind to let her ungrateful arse rot in jail.” I said with a huff taking my beer and downing the contents.

“But she said something didn’t add up which means there could be a case or that the bail is far too much and she’s using what I do as a method to get herself out of jail...again” I added.

Sam let out a chuckle since he was familiar with mine and my sister's love-hate relationship.

“She’s family though Nik.”

“Take note of your own words Sam.” I scoffed and got up and brushed past him and went to find Dean.

Turns out Dean had given up looking for cases and research and had retreated to the ‘Dean Cave’ he was engrossed in some horror movie, I entered the room, plonking myself in the recliner next to him I swiped the bottle of whiskey he was still drinking from.

“You look happy.” Dean teased not looking from the large TV on the wall.

“Fancy a drive tomorrow?” I asked him, taking a sip of the alcoholic beverage feeling the burn as the contents slid down my throat.

“Where?” Dean asked.

“Nevada...” I replied with a grumble.

Dean turned to look at me and he raised an eyebrow as a sign to get me to explain what was going on. A look I had seen many times before.

“So you know my favourite sister Nia?” I asked, playing with my fingers.

“Nia is your only sister…”

“Well the moron got herself arrested. She claims something wasn’t right and basically is insinuating that it’s a case. I’m in two minds of going because she’s played this trick before.” I explained.

“If it is a case we can gank whatever son of a bitch it is. If not I can have great pleasure irritating your sister.” Dean replied with a chuckle.

“No wonder she doesn’t like us.” I laughed leaning towards Dean almost climbing in his seat resting my head on his shoulder.

The rest of the evening consisted of beer, whiskey and a horror movie marathon which was nice for a change. We agreed that we would leave first thing in the morning and it would be best to try and get some shut eye. Brushing my teeth in the sink in our room, Dean was on the laptop whilst laid in bed. “So it seems that there was a robbery last night.”

“Wobbery?” I asked while still having the toothbrush still in my mouth, earning a snigger from Dean I spat the toothpaste out and tried again. “Robbery?”

“Yeah seems the Monroe Art Gallery held a ‘Black Tie Event’ last night and a painting called ‘The Souls of Gabriel’ was stolen only to find it dumped in an alleyway with part of the frame smashed to pieces. According to the police reports Nia’s prints were all over the thing.” Dean explained as I got into bed, as I snuggled closer to him I looked at the police report he currently had loaded on the screen.

“Seems that Nia can’t account for her whereabouts, they even ran a tox screen on a blood sample which came up clean.” I said reading out loud. “You thinking demon?” I asked.

“Could be, we won’t know for sure until we get down there and ask her.” Dean replied, shutting the laptop and setting it on the bedside table. Bringing me closer in his arms. “I know seeing Nia again after all these years is going to be difficult Nik, I’ll be there every step of the way.” Dean whispered to me, planting a kiss on the top of my forehead. As he laid on his back I rested my head on his chest. The steady rise and fall of his chest sent me into a peaceful slumber.

I couldn’t sleep, my mind was just racing with memories of me and my older sister mainly the last time we had spoken.

Nia paced around the motel room hands on her hips, I got up from the chair in the kitchenette heading over to my sister trying to comfort her. “You're crazy! Mom and Dad should have left you to rot in that foster home, you got them killed with all this nonsense.”

Tears formed in my eyes feeling hurt by the harsh words that came out of Nia’s mouth.

“Nia...Listen to me you saw the demons…” I said as I choked on my tears.

“No Nicole! You listen! You were the reason that Mom and Dad died if you hadn’t have come into our lives they would have still been alive!” She shouted as she headed towards the door, she turned…

“We’re done.” And with that she left the room and I was left in a state of shock and upset...

I shot up awake, Dean was snoring softly - at least he was settled for once getting some much needed sleep. I turned over in bed trying to get myself comfortable when I heard a door squeak open and close and the sound of boots walking down the hallway. I checked my phone to see the time - 12:36AM. Wanting to find out what Sam was doing I carefully got out of bed, threw on a pair of jeans and one of Dean’s shirts quickly pulling on my boots and exited the room as quietly as possible, taking in a quick glance at Dean to whom had just turned onto his side facing away from the door. Slipping out the room I crept through the bunker making my way through the library. I grabbed the keys and helmet to my motorbike as that was the quieter vehicle and proceeded outside, as I sat on my bike I saw that the run-around Sam often used was missing so putting on my helmet flicking the visor down so it covered my face and then started the engine to my bike giving it a few soft revs and then left the bunker leaving Baby in the driveway.

I must have driven a few miles up the road as I saw a layby and a familiar yellow 1976 AMC Gremlin along with Sam’s car parked. I saw a figure sitting on a picnic table and a taller figure stood up. Pulling into the layby I saw two heads turn to look at me as I parked very close to the two, turned the engine off I took off my helmet shaking my long hair in the process. “I should have known you would have brought Charlie into this mess Sam.” I said bluntly.

“Hiya Nikki.” Charlie interrupted the awkward silence hopping off the table to give me a hug.

“Hi Charlie.” I replied embracing my favourite nerd.

“So what are we gonna do about it?” Charlie asks Sam as if they were continuing their conversation.

Sam looked at me nervously. “Don’t stop on my account.” I said sarcastically.

“I got hold of a codex which is sort of a...a collection of supernatural code-breaking tools and it should help crack ‘The Book of the Damned’.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “You mean that thing you got out of that safe in the suicide house you and Dean went to?”

“Yeah.”

“That would be awesome if the book, you know, actually existed.” Charlie replied.

“She’s got a point Sam you burned it when we were at the cabin having our asses handed to us.” I told him.

“It does. Uh I, um...I swapped it out right before it looked like I burned it.” Sam admitted looking down at the floor.

“Okay. Well, Dean wanted it burned. So is he pissed?” Charlie asked her voice full of concern while I was still sitting on my bike. “He doesn’t know. I didn’t know until now.” I said sternly, giving Sam a good glare.

“Look Dean’s not in the right place. He would try to stop me. He's given up, I have an expert looking at the codex as we speak…”

“If you say Rowena is your expert you need your head examined Sam, she can't be trusted.” I yelled. “Going behind Dean’s back? Did I mention that this whole thing reeks? Nikki is right she is one of the most dangerous witches…”

“If we don’t do this...this might be the only shot at saving Dean.” Sam admitted looking defeated.

The three of us stood in the cool air in silence, Charlie was the first to make a move giving both me and Sam a respected hug, got in her car and left saying that she needed some time to think it over. I knew that one way or another she would help as we were a family. Charlie saw Dean and Sam as her brothers and she would do anything to help either one of them. As her car faded into the distance Sam spoke. “I should have been honest with you.” Letting out a sigh. “Damn straight you should have, I want Dean to be back to normal just as much as you do Sam but keeping secrets and going behind our backs isn’t the way to do it.” I replied in a softer tone of voice.

“I’m sorry Nikki.” Sam said as he brought me into a hug. “Look, me and Dean are going to find Nia and get that whole situation straight with her. Use that time to find the answers you need...I just wish I stayed back at the bunker now Sam, as I now have to hide this all from Dean and one way or another it’s going to end up being messy.” I admitted pulling away from Sam.

Putting my helmet back on I left Sam in the layby, the gravel shifted underneath my tyres as I sped off back to the bunker. I loved riding my bike, it was the power and speed of how the bike played with my adrenaline and cleared my mind at the same time. Carefully bringing the bike to a stop, setting the stand so it wouldn’t tip over and scratch the paint I made my way back inside playing my helmet and the keys on the table in the war room. Trying to fix my serious case of helmet hair I heard a clearing of the throat. I turned to see Dean in just pajama bottoms. “Couldn’t sleep?” He asked voice laced with a little sleep. “Yeah this whole thing with Nia, is just keeping my head awake.” I said partly lying. While I was concerned about my sister it wasn’t the thing keeping me from sleeping. “Is that my shirt?” He asked me as he reached out pulling me to him, I collided with his bare chest softly. “Maybe.” I teased.

By 9AM we were on the road, Baby was eating up the miles as we got ever closer to Nevada. We had the best of ‘Mullet Rock’ playing on the stereo while I checked the map finding out where we were. A couple empty fast food take out cartons were by my feet as I slurped the last of my fizzy drink. Dean had the driver window down enjoying the drive. “After mile marker 90 we should be about 7 hours out.” I told him as I folded the map up and placed it on the back seat and then pulled my sunglasses down on my face to keep the sun out of my eyes. “Well we’re in no shortage of motels.” Dean said, turning to look at me briefly before bringing his attention back on the road. Taking the wheel in just one hand he rested his right hand on my thigh. I smiled, placing my own hand on top of his.

We got to a motel at about midnight, both exhausted from the drive we slumped into the room slinging our bags on the table in the kitchenette, as Dean made his way to the bathroom I fell face first onto the bed slightly bouncing when I hit the mattress. Within minutes I was fast asleep.

I must have woken up a few hours later seeing Dean sat at the table on the laptop. “Hey sleepyhead.” He said with a chuckle. Climbing out of bed I walked over to him wrapping my arms around him as I peered over his shoulder looking at the screen. “So that is ‘The Souls of Gabriel’?” I asked. Dean nodded. “Seems like it’s had quite the adventure, been in the possession of a few owners over the last couple of centuries. Rumor has it that there was a scroll hidden inside the frame. Could be why the painting itself was found in the alleyway and why the frame was destroyed. Whatever was on the scroll must be important. Dean explained. “I bet.” I murmured into his shoulder.

The next morning Dean and I were dressed in our ‘Fed Threads’ as we headed over to the police station, entering the building I noticed the hustle and bustle around and we made our way to the front desk, fishing out our fake FBI badges from our jackets we showed the officer who was typing on a computer. “Hi I’m Agent Kevin, this is Agent Perry. We’re here because you’ve got my informant by the name Nia Williams.” The officer pulled a look of disbelief. “Agent Kevin and Perry?”

“My mother wasn’t a fan either when she married my dad.” I said with a shrug of my shoulders.

“Nobody by the name of Nia Williams here.” The officer said turning back to the computer.

“Perhaps you’ve seen her instead.” Dean added trying to save the conversation showing the officer a picture of Nia off his phone.

“Her? Yeah she’s here but booked her in as Lila Cox, she’s cooling off in interview room 2 real temper that one.”

“We alright to speak with her?” I asked.

“I’ll get the detective who has the case.” I nodded and then the officer left.

“Lila?” Dean asked me close to my ear. “I know we have aliases but I’ve seriously lost track of the countless ones Nia uses.” I replied with a whisper.

“Agents.” We both turned to see the detective who was in charge.

“We’re here to speak with Lila Cox.” Dean said to the male.

“What can I do for you? She’s a suspect in a robbery charge. If you insinuate that she walks free, I’ll hang up my gun and badge. We caught your girl, end of story.”

I crossed my arms, altering my posture slightly to try and make myself a little more intimidating. “Detective, have you heard of a sting operation? Am I right knowing that the painting was recovered with minimal damage? Yes the frame was chipped slightly but no harm no foul.”

“Chipped? The frame was smashed, thousands of dollars worth of damage…”

“Which will be covered by the bureau, we caught the bad guy we needed, but in order to finish up the never ending amount of paperwork we need to speak with Lila.” Dean added trying to back me up.

“In the meantime perhaps you want to speak with our superior whilst we speak with Lila.” I offered to hand him a business card from my jacket pocket.

He refused the card. “No need, this way.” He said showing us the way to the interview rooms.

Thanking the detective and entering the room I saw Nia with her head resting on the table and hands still cuffed together.

“So Lila.”

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And The Oscar Goes To?

INVOLVED: Mercedes Jones, Titus Wilkerson, Brent LOCATION: Office buiding: Atlanta, Ga. TIME FRAME: March 14th, 2020 NOTES: Mercedes and Titus decided on new office space.

Mercedes stood in the middle of the building’s lobby. She had shopped for offices before. Usually the 4 offices variety with a conference room max. This time, however, it was the whole damn building. “And you really think we should buy the whole thing?” As far up the side of the building as her eyes could see, windows dominated the space. Which opened out to the office’s own personal courtyard. Critically, her eyes flowed over the staircase to the right of the reception desk. She loved its lines; truth be told she loved everything about the build. But was it right for their purposes? She mused tapping her finger against her full perfectly lined lips.

“It has everything. And I do mean everything,” Titus said, turning a circle. “If this was a man…” He twisted his lips, grudgingly eyeing the woman, “It would be your damn fiancé.” He finally said, turning his nose up, as he let his still bruised ego show.

Mercedes chuckled, turning the ring on her finger. Then tried to rush, but flinched and shortened her gate, walking over to her long-time friend. She took his hands and turned him in respectable, but slightly slower circle. “It’s perfect. I think the training room is a bit too much. But considering we can rent out office spaces to other companies, the place is a steal.” She shrugged, thinking it over. “You know the training rooms could come in handy. Maybe I’ll do some seminars. The sky's the limit.” She said grinning ear to ear.

Titus raised an eyebrow at Mercedes wince of pain. Loosely holding her hands, he indulged her in her unhurried semicircle. “Right…” he agreed, his voice full of unasked questions. “Let's take the stairs back upstairs. I want to flip over our offices.” He said already pulling the woman towards the steps.

Immediately, Mercedes nether regions screamed in protest. “Ummm, let’s take the elevator.” She said, pulling him off, in the opposite direction. And no way am I flipping over anything. You sir are a cheat. And I’m not going up against that double-sided coin of yours. I can’t believe Abraham still falls for that mess.” She tisked.

Titus let himself be pulled in the opposite direction. Smirking knowingly the whole time. “Abraham isn’t fooled by anything. He lets me win. It’s the mark of a happy and healthy relationship.” He smiled, still eyeing the woman liberally. Once in front of the polished elevator doors, he pushed the button for the top floor and the doors slid open immediately. “Something you must have mastered considering your current set up…” He said with a click of his tongue.

Mercedes frowned and stepped on the elevator. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Titus pursed his lips, striding onto the elevator behind Mercedes. “Girl, Goodbye and goodnight. You got that man going and coming. Now I was going to say it was your winning personality.” He popped his tongue. “But…” He turned his head, looking down the front of her body. “Somebody has clearly been using other ASSSets.” He stressed, patting a nonexistent curl on the side of his head.

Mercedes faced heated to a hundred wonderful degrees. She could deny the charges, but Samuel was the only man, to dick whip completely. And she’d only slept with him twice. Hell, she was whipped from the first if she was being honest with herself. Unable to help herself she smiled sticking her tongue out childishly and sang, “Somebody loves me baby, woah, woah. Somebody loves me baby and you know who it is.” With a laugh.

Titus’ whole face dropped to the floor. “That is not funny. I hate you bot -” He paused, feigned doing a complicated math problem in front of his face, including carrying the one. Then used that same finger to wind up and point directly at Mercedes. “No, I hate you.” He said as the elevator slid open on the top floor.

Brent leaned casually across from the elevator, waiting on Ms. Jones and Mr. Wilkerson to return. He pushed the stroller, softly checking it every so often to see if Nouvel was still a sleep. He looked up as the elevator opened and smiled as he saw Ms. Jones. “Hey.” He said confused at seeing Mr. Wilkerson so close to Mercedes face. “Is everything okay?” he asked with a frown.

Mercedes giggled, then grabbed Titus’ finger and kissed it quickly. Smiling kindly at Brent then took Titus by the hand pulling him off the elevator. “Everything is fine. How is my baby, girl.” She cooed moving over to look in on Nouvel herself. She bent and stroked her child’s chubby cheek then tucked her blankets closer around her middle. “So, what did you think of the space?” She asked Brent. “I figured if we added another restroom it would be the perfect place for an in-office daycare?”

Titus wrinkled his nose as she kissed his finger then, turned to see Brent standing there, “I swear girl, you sure like to collect cute blond nesting dolls.” He gave the man another slow once over doing his best catwalk as he was pulled over to his Godchild.

Brent ran his fingers back though his hair and cleared his throat under the other man’s scrutiny. He nodded as Mercedes dismissed what he’d seen with a laugh. “No. You’re absolutely right. It is far enough away from the main office to keep the kids calm. While being close enough to keep the parents happy. I can make you a list of suitable people I know who could run the place. If you’d like?”

Mercedes rolled her eyes and gave Titus a warning look. She stood up straight once she saw the baby was napping peacefully. “That would be perfect.” She said nodding her head. “Mr. Wilkerson and I have a few more things to discuss and then will be ready to go. Text the driver and have him bring the car around.’ She told the man, moving off down the hall. “Well take one more look at the corner offices.”

“Aren’t you quite the little helper.” Titus purred, pursing his lips. He followed Mercedes, throwing small looks back over his shoulder. “I think I’m going to have a baby too. Just so I can get all the fun accessories.” He slowed his pace to match Mercedes raising his eyebrow. “Good peni really did bring the boss out? Call the driver.” He said, waving his hand out dismissively.

“Titus.” Mercedes warned, “Stop making that man uncomfortable, before I get hit with a sexual harassment charge.” Despite herself she chuckled, only raising her eyebrow at his final comment. “Anyway. Have you had any word on Patty? I don’t like how quiet she’s been.” she said hips swaying as she entered her new office.

“Patty is a ghost. Near as I can tell, she might still be in Texas. She went there to visit family then poof she fell off the map.” Titus said mechanically. “Is that all boss? Or is there anything else you need from me today?” He asked from the office's doors, making a show of looking down at his nails.

Mercedes gazed out the window chewing her lip. “That’s not good. I could ask Samuel, but I’ve been avoiding that topic for a while now.” She turned at the odd sounding question, Titus just flung at her. Mercedes sighed and moved back to the doorway pulling the man into the room. “You want to talk about the elephant in the room?’ She asked, taking his arm.

“I wouldn’t know much about the temperament of Mr. Evans.” He said formally. Titus turned his nose up but let himself be pulled along behind Mercedes. “I wanted you to become a lady of leisure. However, I failed to realize I was to become your man servant. I am not sure if I should change my name to Alfert or Benson.”

Mercedes twisted her lips. Hands going to her hips. “Now wait-”

“No, you wait!” Titus said trying to cut her off.

“No! You wait!” Mercedes said right on top of the man. “For years you have been my biggest cheerleader. ‘Mercedes there will be good guys in your future if I have to find them for you.” She said patting the side of her hair, in a great impression of the man. “And now that I have you want to pout and throw a fit because I don’t run to you immediately. “That’s bullshit, Titus.”

“Bullshit!” Titus asked hands going to his chest. “Waiting days to tell me your engaged is not bullshit.”

Bullshit.” Mercedes repeated. “I am not the first person you come to when your happy or sad. It’s Abraham. And I love you to death. But I’m happy. I mean, that story book kind of shit. I didn’t tell you right away, because I needed to accept it for myself. I sit up at night worried that all this shit is some kind of a dream. And that, I’m going to wake up to a reality where I’m scrubbing someone's toilets.”

“Your dramatic ass.” Titus huffed, rolling his eyes. “And what you’re point? Ain’t nobody mad about you being happy.”

‘I know!” Mercedes said, taking a deep breath. “You’re mad because you are not the number one man in my life. I am not your broken little woman sized doll, whose life you need to put together anymore.” She grabbed him by the cheeks. “I want you to be a part of my life. I’ve just grown up. And our relationship has to change.”

Titus snatched his face away and crossed his arms in front of him. He eyed the woman he’d seen through thick and thin for a long time before he smiled broadly. Opening his arms dramatically, he announced in a voice meant for the stage. “My work here is done.” Then bowed hard from the waist to an invisible audience. Standing, he then accepted invisible roses from an adoring public. He winked at Mercedes. “I guess I’ll stop being mad. After all, I have a whole wedding to plan.”

Mercedes shook her head and exhaled tiredly. “You’re ridiculous. You know that?” If this man ever became serious, hell might actually freeze over. Or maybe pigs would fly. She thought shaking her head, “Titus..” She said in a concern voice. “I want something small. I’ve already worked up some ideas. We can go to lunch and I’ll show you my budget? Let’s go.”

Titus looked at the woman as if she was an alien. All the while thinking, what does she mean by budget?

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ghostsoapgirl · 5 years

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Tall, Broody, and Handsome

Baron Corbin x Reader (OFC)

This one is rated Mature! There is no smut but there is a prelude to it! Do Not Read If You Are Not Prepared For Adult Situations.

@thegloriousdisaster @theneverendingthirst @queenofthearchitect

When she arrived at the hotel after Raw, she was alone. She had made a wrong turn leaving the last town and it took her almost an hour out of the way. She assumed everyone had arrived and went to bed already. That was just fine with her, meant she could check in and go straight to her room without being stopped.

She rang the bell at the receptions table, her bag on her shoulder feeling heavier by the second. A smiling woman seemed to appear out of nowhere, and Sam wondered how the hell someone was so cheery at three in the morning. “I have a reservation,” she explained to the woman. She gave her full name and waited while the woman looked up the information on her computer. Her name tag read Mary she realized. Mary frowned, clicking and scrolling through several pages before looking up again. “I’m sorry, we don’t have a reservation under that name.” She sighed, because that would be her luck? “What do you mean? I booked the room a week ago!” She tried keeping the anger from her voice but she was just too tired. “Our computer system crashed last week and it must have lost your reservation,” Mary answered calmly. “Do you have any more rooms available?” Mary began scrolling again before she frowned, obviously not having good news. “We seem to be booked for the night.” “Well, what the hell am I supposed to do then,” she snapped, her exhaustion getting the better of her. “I’m not calling a hundred other hotels to try to find a room. I booked this a week ago, mind telling me what happened?” “ I’m sorry, the computers keep track of the reservations. I can try and call,” Mary began to offer something but she held her hand up, already pulling her phone from her pocket. She scrolled through her contacts, wondering who she could call to bunk with. Most people were probably already asleep and she wasn’t exactly close to anyone on the roster except a few. She hovered her finger over Baron Corbin. They’d been friends for a few months, but they’d known each other since her debut almost six months ago. It wasn’t that she didn’t think he would answer, because she’d bet he was still awake. It was her feelings stopping her from pressing dial.

She’d had a crush on him since she met him during her time in NXT. He moved up to the main roster a month later and it took her another two years to make the jump. Their shared love of tattoos eventually turned into an actual friendship, but the crush she had on him years ago came back in full force as well. She decided she didn’t have much choice, she just hoped she didn’t make him mad. She hit dial and pressed the phone to her ear. He answered on the second ring, his voice full of concern. “Are you okay?” “Other than not having a room, I’m fine.” She tried keeping the obvious anger from her voice but probably failed. “We all got here an hour ago, what happened?” He sounded like he’d been sleeping, his voice deeper and more gravelly than normal. Her heart fluttered at the sound but she told it to knock it off. “Can I bunk with you?” He answered yes before she even had to explain what happened. “Thanks, I’ll explain when I get up there.” He gave her his room number before he hung up. She rode the elevator in silence, thankful there was no stupid music playing. She was already exhausted and frustrated, the last thing she needed was elevator music. When the elevator stopped, she stepped off, turning towards the direction of Baron’s room. He was standing outside the door, his foot keeping it propped open. She smiled when he shoved the door open for her, following her into the room. She tossed her bag on the floor and that’s when she noticed it. Only one bed, and it wasn’t a king or a queen either. Just a full size bed, meaning she would have to sleep on a cot or sleep really close to Baron. Great. She sat on the end of the bed, flopping backwards so that she was lying down. “I’ll call for a cot, since you didn’t get a queen like you normally do.” He laughed and it was music to her ears, or it would have been if it wasn’t at her expense. “I called when we got off the phone. They’re out.” He sat down next to her, his voice amused. “Apparently they had a convention in town too.” She tried not to sigh, but the look Baron shot her showed she didn’t succeed. “I’m not that hard to share a bed with ya know.” “It’s not that,” she sighed again, sitting up and turning to face him. His hair was tied back in a bun, still wet from the shower she assumed he had taken. She loved when he wore his hair in a bun but she also loved it when he allowed it to lay loose on his shoulders, which outside of a match was very rare. “I already feel like such a burden all because this stupid hotel’s computers couldn’t keep their bookings straight.” “You’re not a burden.” His face was serious for a second, his voice stern, before he smiled. He pointed towards the bathroom, “I already showered so it’s all yours. When you get out, we’ll figure out how to sleep so you’re comfortable.” She said nothing as she grabbed her bag and carried it to the bathroom. What did he mean, so she’s comfortable? It was his room, she’d sleep on the floor if he wanted, if it meant she didn’t have to call around to find another room. She started the shower as she stripped her clothes. She tested the water, deeming it acceptable before stepping in. Showering quickly, she almost regretted not taking the time to enjoy the hot water but she was too tired. She dried off quickly before digging through her bag, trying to find what she packed to sleep in. When all she found were her tiny sleep shorts and a tank top, she groaned in frustration. “I didn’t pack to share a room with tall, broody and handsome,” she spoke aloud to herself. “I packed to sleep comfortable, and alone.” She continued to grumble as she got dressed, things like “I hope he doesn’t sleep shirtless” and “goddamn stupid hair and his stupid perfect face”. When she was finally dressed, she packed up her old clothes before flinging the bag over her shoulder. She thought she heard shuffling from outside the door but brushed it off, thinking her brain was overworking itself from exhaustion. When she stepped out of the bathroom, she tossed her bag towards the end of the bed before stopping and looking at Baron. He was sitting against the headboard, a smile on his face. That’s when she noticed he had let his hair out of the bun as well and it was hanging loosely around his shoulders. He was also shirtless, and damn him. She was almost ninety percent sure she had kept her thoughts to herself earlier, but there was Baron, sitting like something out of one of her greatest fantasies. She fumbled for her words for a second before decidedly looking anywhere but Baron and tried again. “I can sleep on the floor, just need a few blankets and a pillow.” She could feel Baron’s eyes on her and she had to fight the urge to cover herself. Instead, while she waited for him to answer, she focused on anywhere except him, not even allowing herself a passing glance. She heard rustling on the bed, before a hand grabbed her wrist gently, turning her around. His chest was directly in her line of site and it took all of her willpower not to stare. She looked up, meeting his dark eyes, a glint in them she’d never seen before. “Tall, broody and handsome?” The squeal that left her throat was almost as embarrassing as the situation she was in. “My hair is stupid and I think you said something about my face too?” She was now looking at the ground, her eyes focused on a spot in the carpet. She prayed the ground would open up and swallow her, saving her from this conversation. “You weren’t supposed to hear any of that,” she whispered, afraid if she talked any louder she would squeal again. “You sounded like you got hurt, I got up to check on you. I swear I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” His voice was soft, calming even, but calm was so far away from what she was feeling. She wanted to tell him it was okay, that she wasn’t mad but his hand was still on her wrist and she was honestly just too embarrassed to continue talking. “What if I told you I’m glad you feel that way? That I might feel that way about you, just different words.” Now she was sure she was dreaming because there was no way Baron Freaking Corbin just said that. “I’ve kinda had my eye on you for a while. When we became friends, I accepted that was all it was going to be. And then you gotta go and say things like that, when you’re talking to yourself, instead of just telling me?” “How,” she tried to speak but her voice was still a little high. She swallowed and cleared her throat before trying again. “So this,” she gestured to his hair and his very naked torso, “is your way of telling me you feel the same way?” He laughed then and she felt herself relax. “Okay, it wasn’t the best plan. I was actually hoping to let you squirm a little more but you were so embarrassed, I had to put you out of your misery.” She finally looked up at him again and was blinded by his smile. Jeez, the man was beautiful but when he smiled it was on a whole other level. “You should smile more,” she heard herself say. “Maybe you should give me a reason to smile more,” was Baron’s response and she could hear the challenge in his voice. She stared at him, trying to decide her next move when Baron beat her to it. He bent down, wrapping both arms around her waist and lifting her from the ground. Afraid of falling, she reacted quickly, wrapping her legs around his waist to keep herself from falling. Baron turned suddenly, pressing her back against the wall and that’s when she felt it. He was hard already, pressing against her most sensitive area. “Oh,” was all she managed to say. He responded with a smirk and she had to fight the urge to grind down against him. He bent down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, and she opened her mouth to him instantly. A moan escaped her throat when their tongues touched, Baron taking full advantage of her open mouth. He pressed her harder against the wall, allowing him use of his hands. One hand coming up to cup her cheek, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, while the other stroked the skin of her stomach underneath her tank top. She pulled away, her head dizzy and entire body humming with electricity. “As much as I like where this is going,” she tried, but Baron began peppering kisses down her throat, stopping to nibble her collarbone before sucking a mark into her pale skin. She dug her nails into the skin of his shoulders, her back arching trying to keep his mouth in place. He pulled away and admired his work, smiling before kissing her again. “As I was trying to say,” she breathed out, “as much as I’m enjoying this, I’d rather not have my first time against a wall.” When Baron gaped at her, eyes wide in shock, she realized just what she had let slip. Before she could explain, he turned and sat her on the bed, kneeling in front of her. “I didn’t know,” his voice was strained, “I just manhandled you.” He shifted his weight, not pressing her as hard into the wall now. “It’s okay,” she said through a smile, “it’s not like it’s something I talk about with just anyone. Just waiting for the right person I guess.” She watched as he processed her words before he smiled. He turned, setting her down on the bed before kneeling in between them, their eyes level like this. “And you think that’s me?” She just nodded, placing a kiss to his nose before grabbing his hand and scooting up the bed, dragging him with her. He followed easily, resting his back against the headboard before taking her thin waist in his hands, picking her up and setting her down on his lap. “How about,” he started, but stopped to pepper her face with soft kisses, before pulling back and continuing “we just sit like this for tonight? I’m perfectly content with just kissing and looking at you.” She smiled, before leaning down and kissing his lips again, the first one she’d initiated since this started. Her heart was racing and his words meant more to her than he would ever know. She pulled back to find Baron smiling just as wide. “by the way,” she spoke, her voice holding a mischievous glint, “I kinda like the manhandling.” The way Baron looked at her then, she knew she had done it. He flipped them over so that she was pinned underneath his large frame, before kissing her breathless again. She didn’t think she’d be getting much sleep tonight, but honestly, she was okay with that.

#Baron Corbin #Baron Corbin x OFC #Baron Corbin x Reader #Baron Corbin Imagine #Baron Corbin x Unnamed OFC #my writing #my works

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frenchy-and-the-sea · 5 years

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POI - Strange Magic

A few days ago, doing our weekly trip to Disney, @colonelcupquake and I discussed a few things about our d&d kids, and about all the ways in which their growing relationship is...growing. This is what spawned from me thinking too much about what that meant.

Set in current game time, while the idiots are helping our resident monk through house arrest. 2,200 words.

If asked, Val wouldn’t have been able to count high enough to number all of the moments that made her miss her parents most.

There had been plenty in the early years - after selling the wagon, and then the horses, every time she had made her own coffee, Gavaar’s heavy silence on a long travel road - but the newer ones didn’t seem to dig any less deeply. Dandelions still made her sigh; the sight of Amon bent over his alchemist’s kit still made her heart clench just a little too hard.

And she knew, so bitterly that it hurt, that at least her father would have known exactly what to do with Rona Greenbottle.

He had left her some notion of it, of course. His telling - and frequent retellings, at a younger Val’s incessent requests - of how he had met her mother carried the notes of romance so thickly that even she couldn’t have missed them. But Cairon Hillcrest had also been one of the lucky sort who hadn’t made himself the company of his lady love for the better part of a year, who didn’t spend a harrowingly frequent amount of that time dragging her into danger, and who had at least had the fucking decency to know more about her than her name, and her strength, and the bright, sunshine sweetness that had captured his attention in the first place.

Val glaced up over the top of the book she was not reading to where Rona was settled on the floor of their collective room, pawing through the pile of satchels around her with the keen slowness of someone who knew exactly what she was looking for. She pulled a tough looking stalk as thick as two fingers from one, and Val watched, enthralled, as she deftly slashed it open and stuffed a coffee bean inside.

Her staring must have been the weighty sort, because after a moment, Rona’s mouth curled into a smile.

“Yes?” she said without looking up. Val instinctively tucked back into her book, feeling a rush of heat up her neck.

“Nothing,” she said automatically. She stole a glance around her book’s edge and found Rona looking back out of the corner of her eye, grinning. The heat on her neck grew warmer. “I just, ah...I was just wondering what you were doing.”

“Just that?” Rona asked, with a pointed raise of an eyebrow. Val huffed.

“Well, I won’t say that I terribly mind the view either.”

Rona hummed in acknowledgment and turned back to her work, but Val noticed with a tiny thrill of delight that her cheeks had a much rosier tinge.

“They’re for spells,” Rona said at least. Her fingers worked carefully, now winding a thin piece of twine studded with apple seeds around a length of thorny vine. “You’ve seen me using them before, haven’t you?”

“Here and again,” said Val, as she set her book aside. No use hiding behind it now; and besides, she had only caught as much of Rona’s casting as the corner of her eye allowed. With her own recent foray into magic, it seemed of dire importance that she actually try to listen.

Not to mention that Rona seemed rather pleased at the attention; she straightened as Val leaned forward, and shifted to face her.

“I decided that I should start prepping some of my components early,” she said, nodding towards the vine clipping that she was turning over in her hands. “I used to do most of these on the fly, but I figure now that I’ve got to try to keep up with you, and Tara, and Amon…”

“Mostly him, I'm sure,” Val said with a wry smile. “I’ve just taken to making sure the red blur is still moving instead of trying to keep track of him.”

“Well, I'd still rather be fast enough that I don’t catch him in this.”

With one swift motion, Rona suddenly wrenched a hand sideways and tugged the vine taught around her palm, so tightly that Val could see the thorns digging little dents into the meat of it. A soft green glow began to pulse from between her fingers, coiling down the length of the vine, and before she could blink, Val suddenly found herself in the center of a mass of woody tendrils creeping over the edge of the bed towards her.

“Don't worry,” said Rona when Val instinctively scrambled back. She waved a hand, and the vines suddenly curled away like a receding wave, and then crumbled to dust. “I don't use those on people I like if I can help it. You know, unless they want me to.”

She winked at that, and grinned, and the heat that had started to fade on Val’s neck suddenly came roaring back to life. She managed to keep her face carefully neutral as she tucked that particular thought away for later perusal.

“So, that’s, uh, that’s how your magic works, is it?” she said after a moment, coughing delicately to disguise the hitch in her voice. “You just sort of stick things together and - ”

“Not quite.” The little laugh in Rona's voice staggered as she cut Val off, just a touch too sharply to be casual. “It’s a little more involved than that, actually.”

Frowning, Val stole a glance down, and the peculiar tightness at the corners of Rona’s smile suddenly brought the memory of the conversation in the mine - with Sarula’s arms still wrapped around Rona’s weary shoulders and a too-casual shrug from Ianry - screaming back like a train car.

“Oh, Rona,” she said softly. Rona didn’t look up, just pursed her lips and stared fixedly at the floor. “Rona, love, you know I don’t think that’s all you do, right? Look, I might be an idiot, but even I know it takes work to pull miracles out of your ass on a regular basis. I just don’t understand the shape of it, hey? And I...” She hesitated. “And I would like to, if you can stand a few more stupid questions.”

Rona said nothing for a long moment, turning the vine absently in one hand. Then she sighed, and wilted like a breath suddenly exhaled.

“I know,” she said softly. “Sorry. Here, come sit with me.”

Val thanked Fharlanghn later for the distinct lack of witnesses to the way she nearly fell over herself getting off of the bed, and Rona, for her part, kindly avoided snickering.

“It’s not miracles so much as knowing what you’re trying to do,” she said once Val had settled across from her, hands folded in her lap like an attentive school child. She twirled the vine in her hand so it arched over her knuckles and held it out, gesturing to the tiny auburn seeds still tangled in twine around its surface. “Seeds are a plant’s life: they’re the first thing it needs to grow. So if I want vines to suddenly start growing out of the ground, and to wrap themselves around someone...”

She slowly threaded the vine back around her palm and made a big show of pulling it taught. Val hummed.

“It’s like a tether, then,” she said, with tentative understanding. “It sort of...makes a path from you to what you’re trying to control, yeah?”

“Exactly,” said Rona, and Val warmed at the brightness in her smile. “The components of a spell are just the vessel that you pour your intent into. That’s what makes magic happen. Not just ‘sticking things together.’”

She shot Val a pointed look, and nudged her playfully with a toe when she winced.

“Well, how was I supposed to know?” Val grumbled, making a big show of huffing and folding her arms. “I don’t even know what I’m doing, much less anyone else. I wasn’t born with magic.”

“I wasn’t either,” said Rona. Val raised an eyebrow. “What? Most people aren’t. Some of us give up everything just to learn.”

The current of heat burning under the last few words was difficult to miss, as was the way Rona’s eyes strayed to the door that Ianry had left through barely ten minutes prior. Val said nothing for a long moment, then slowly shifted closer.

“Everything, huh?” she asked. Rona’s shoulders sagged.

“My family didn’t exactly approve of the whole ‘running off to go play with magic plants’ business,” she said quietly. “And once I decided to go after my mentor…”

She trailed off, shrugging, and Val found that she could only nod. The few words of comfort she had suddenly felt achingly hollow in her ears; how could she even pretend that she understood losing a family that way, which left behind a looming shadow of unknowns that only grew with distance? She thought of her father, and all of the moments she had spent missing him, and she held them tighter still.

Eventually though, after a long muster of silence, Val rolled onto her knees, pushed some of the satchels aside, and shuffled over to where Rona was leaned against the wall. She only hesitated a moment before pressing an arm against hers.

“I don’t think Ianry meant any harm by what he said,” she said finally, “but it wasn’t fair anyway. You’re...you’re amazing Rona, in a hundred more ways than just what you can do with some thread and vines, but because of that, too. You’ve clearly worked your ass off to be as good as you are. You know, occasional misdirected ice knives aside.”

That earned her a chuckle, small but genuine, and Val felt her heart quicken as Rona slid sideways along the wall and rested a shoulder back against hers.

“That probably won’t happen again,” she said, with a thin smile. Val grinned.

“Wouldn’t matter even if it did, love. Accidents happen to all of us. But that doesn’t change the fact that you could set the ground around me on fire, and I’d trust that you’d put it out before anyone got hurt. You’re a damn fine druid Rona, but I admire your dedication to doing right even more.”

“Me?” Rona sat forward with the reddening cheeks and sudden, righteous indignation of someone whose only response to a compliment was to return it. “What about you? I've spent the last few months watching you fling yourself between us and every kind of monster that Cinderfells can dream up. I expect that I’ll spend the next few months doing the same thing. You want to talk to me about dedication? Protecting people is so natural to you, a god came down to help you do it!” She huffed and folded her arms over her chest. “No one has ever thought to ask why I like you, Val. You know why? It's because they haven’t needed to. Knowing you makes the reason plain enough.”

This time, the heat surging upwards bypassed Val’s neck completely and shot straight to her ears, which felt suddenly like they matched Amon’s in their shade.

“Well,” she said, when sense and her full grasp of Common finally returned, “now that’s hardly fair. See, I was under the distinct impression that I was complimenting you.”

Rona’s lips curled into a wry smile, her cheeks their own delightful shade of rose. “Funny how a conversation works, huh?”

They both buckled into a laugh, and whatever coy hesitation had been putting distance between them suddenly vanished like a mist in morning sun. Rona sank further against Val’s arm once she had collected herself, and leaned her head onto her shoulder.

“I should clean all of this up,” she said after a moment, gesturing to the piled satchels around them. “With any luck, we’re not going to be needing to burn a bunch of spells in the next few days anyway.”

“Don’t be so sure,” said Val, grinning. “We have a rather permanent history of getting ourselves into all manner of trouble. In fact, you might even need a whole other bag of…” She paused and grabbed the nearest satchel. “Acorns?”

Rona giggled. “I use those more for making friends with squirrels than for magic, if I’m honest.”

“Of course,” said Val, with a good-natured roll of her eyes as she let the satchel fall. “What I mean is, I still have plenty more stupid questions about magic, and I’m not so terrible at finding useful things in the woods. Mostly Sendran woods, to be fair, and mostly in the south, but I haven’t almost eaten poisonous berries since I was eight, which isn’t horrible when you think about it -”

“I was actually planning on gathering some things to bring Rosie back today,” Rona cut in, pulling away to grin up at her. “If you wanted to come along…?”

Val practically jumped to her feet, snatching her shield from where it was leaned against the bedside and slinging it onto her back. “Please. I’m already sick of this room, this inn and this whole bloody city. Let’s let it fend for itself for a little while, hey?”

“A date, then,” Rona agreed, grinning as she stood and then leaning forward to nudge Val with an elbow. “And maybe I’ll even let you hold the basket.”

#my writing #d&d #oc crap #d&d shenanigans #pile of idiots #other people's ocs #valtish #rona greenbottle #valrona #fuck it I'm tagging it as that because it's close enough man #also for the unaware val did her first bout of Paladin Magic so that's why she's lowkey freaking out lmao #edit: also ALSO i now have that ELO song stuck in my head all night so that's officially what the title is based on now

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eternityunicorn · 5 years

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Elijah’s Eternity: Part Six +18

Author: eternityunicorn

Genre: Romance/Fantasy/AU

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x OC

Warnings: Violence, Language, Smut (*Smut chapter marked +18)

Summary: Elijah Mikaelson didn’t know what to expect when he encountered the strange archer in the night, but he certainly didn’t think his whole world would be turned upside down by it. Yet, he quickly learns that she is more than what she seems, having come looking for an Original after a large spike in supernatural being populations started cropping up on Earth a thousand years ago. Now, he must help her decide if the supernatural community should stay on their home planet or leave it for good? A task that is made more complicated along the way, as his life is changed forever.

NOTE: OC is the main character of my upcoming novel series. Some elements from said novel series included.

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Elijah followed the white-haired goddess moving swiftly ahead of him down the corridor and into the entryway of the manor where she stopped. She didn’t seem to give a damn about her nakedness, instead using it to entice him to give chase, if one can call it that. The chase had been unhurried, a steady progression. Each had simply walked briskly to the open part of the house, with her keeping a certain amount of distance between them the entire way, laughing playfully the whole way. She laughed especially when he tried to catch up, to reach for her, to pull her back toward him.

He grinned wolfishly at his prey once they reached the entryway, having enjoyed the game she had set forth this far. The need in him having grown as they went. He was sure the ever growing neediest was the same for her.

It was in the open of the entryway that Eternity finally let him catch her. Once he had, Elijah grabbed her by the upper arms while her back was toward him with a needy growl. Slowly with one hand, he dragged her long hair away from one shoulder, piling it over the other. Then he pulled her to him, his front flush with her back, his mouth attaching itself to her neck in a series of open mouthed kisses. The hand that had swept her hair to the side, buried itself underneath the wispy locks to grip the side of her neck firmly - possessively. His unoccupied hand wrapped around her firm little body to splay over her stomach, keeping her in place.

Eternity moaned softly, reaching back with one hand to tangle her fingers in his thick brown hair, while the other covered his hand on her stomach with her other one. Her hand curled around his there as if she were trying to hold on to something. Her heartbeat increased, her breath becoming labored as he suckled on her flesh, nipping at the flawless and incredibly soft skin there. She gasped when he bit her particularly hard with his human teeth at the place where her neck met her shoulder.

“Elijah...,” she sighed quietly.

Then without warning, Eternity vanished. Elijah was left puzzled with empty arms as he suddenly stood alone in the entryway. After a being second of wondering what the hell happened, he heard her voice echoing through his mind, “Come and find me.”

After that, Elijah found he could sense her in a way that he knew he couldn’t any other time. It was like he could feel her actively coursing through his mind, tugging him toward her, showing him her location in the manor. He smirked and headed toward the stairs, going upward to the second story to where the bedrooms were located. He let her presence guide him, like an mental apparition taking him by the hand, down the marbled hallway with dark brown doors until he was standing in front of a very specific one: the master bedroom - his bedroom.

Elijah put a slightly trembling hand upon the door, letting the energy of her being fill him, calling and beckoning him to go to her. Seconds later, he opened it and entered to find his prize standing in the middle of the large room with all his books and papers and other miscellaneous relics of his past. Behind Eternity was the four poster canopy bed with high end silk sheets of wine color. She was facing him as she leaned against one of the ornate posts of the vintage bed, her hands folded casually behind her back. She smirked at him.

“Nice disappearing act,” he murmured huskily.

“I thought you’d enjoy that,” she cheekily replied, with a wink.

Elijah crossed the room in a few quick steps until he was directly in front of her. The light in the room was low like the rest of the house. A small table lamp was room’s only light source and it cast them in a shadowy orange glow. Even so, He could make out the color of Eternity’s lusty eyes, which had already darkened in shade immensely. He reached for her, cupping her neck gently as he pulled her away from the post and against his body. His lips fell to hers once more, his tongue invading the warm cavern of her mouth. Elijah found he was becoming truly addicted to the taste of her.

As he kissed her continuously, Elijah moved to take off his suit jacket, shrugging out of it quickly. He allowed it to land somewhere in the darkness uncaringly. His hands swiftly returned to smooth skin of Eternity’s body. He held her against him with one hand splayed across the small of her back while the other reached up to cup her breast, kneading it gently in his large hand. He heard her sigh lustfully into his kiss, feeling her arms snaking around his neck to tangle her fingers in his hair. Her body rocked against his, her heart raced beneath his hand at a greater pace than before.

Elijah felt himself swimming with need, the desire coursing through him palatable and only growing more desperate in intensity. He let his hands fall down the front of her form in a caress, enjoying the babylike softness of her skin as he went. He could feel it twitch under his touch, especially as he neared the junction of her thighs. Elijah felt the skin just below her hipbones jump under his feathery touch and she suddenly pulled her mouth away from his to gasp in pleasure, moaning softly from it. He watched her tilted face. Her eyes were fluttered shut and her mouth slight agape with the pleasant feel of his caress. It was a beautiful sight.

Yet, he failed to touch her where he knew she wanted; though his failure was completely intentional. Instead of giving her what she wanted, his hands moved around to cup her backside firmly in both of his hands, kneading the flesh there briefly. Then, moving a little lower to the back of her thighs, he used his strength to lift her up and wrap her legs around him.

Eternity kissed him, her tongue invading his mouth this time, making him moan delightedly as she did. Her hands, which were still firmly in his hair, tugged at it. Her fingers scraped roughly against his scalp, sending pleasant shivers down his spine. He growled into her mouth, before moving slightly to the left to deposit her on the king sized bed. He laid her down fluidly, her legs still firmly around him. He bent over her as their mouths continued to dance together in the same fashion as their bodies would soon be.

In rapid succession, her small hands moved away from his hair to help rid him of his tie first and then his white dress shirt. Her nimble fingers worked the buttons quickly and together they worked the clothing article off of him. They managed to do so without disconnecting from their kisses. Once the offending clothes were gone, Elijah felt her hands on him, running over his chest, filling his muscles, and then around his back to dance over the muscles there too.

He sighed in contentment, pulling his mouth from hers to begin a downward descent. He lavished kisses and nibbles to her jaw, then her neck, down to her collarbone, then her soft breasts, her stomach, until his head was nestled between her parted thighs. He laid kisses to the inside of one thigh, looking up at her as he did with what he was sure an intense gaze. He smirked a bit against her skin, enjoying the way she squirmed under his attentions to her body, to the way he was looking at her. She was a sight that was to be forever imprinted upon his mind, and not just as she was in this moment, but every moment up to that point.

“Elijah,” Eternity moaned needfully, when he didn’t carry on fast enough. She reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair, gripping it firmly. “Please.”

Elijah’s smirk increased, holding off from doing what she begged him to just a few moments more, watching her wriggling, under a hooded gaze. Her sapphire eyes were wide with their pleading, her hips rocked toward him. She was clear in her want of his mouth on her.

In the low light of the room, her hair would still shimmer if the lamp light caught it a certain way, her pale skin glowed ethereally. Even in her lustiness, she moved fluidly with otherworldly measure and grace with every motion. It was awe inspiring, taking his breath away. Though she hated being called such, he couldn’t help but think he was truly making love to a goddess.

Finally, Elijah let his mouth descend upon the treasures in which lay between her legs. With measured motions of his own, he took his time in tasting her there, while working her into a frenzy at that same time. She tasted sweet, in a different way from an Earth-born woman; better than those women certainly, tasting like slightly bitter honey.

Soon, Eternity was gasping and moaning loudly, her hips bucking against him when he hit a particularly pleasurable spot, eventually forcing him to throw his arm over them to keep her still beneath him. It wasn’t long until she was reaching her peak under his attentions, crying out his name with both her hands latching onto his head and her back arching off the bed, as she came apart for him.

He grinned up at her panting form, pleased with himself, before kissing his way back up her body until he could kiss her lips. However, Eternity beat him to it, grabbing him by the back of his head with one hand and pulling him to her lips. She kissed him vigorously. Her tongue swept through his mouth, while the other hand reached between them, to his pants, working to undo them eagerly. It was quick work. Once she had the belt undone and his pants open, her hand pushed them off his hips, pulling him closer to her with the same hand as she did.

Elijah growled in approval into her mouth, flexing his hips into her as he did. Then he felt the hand that held the back of his head move from there, to the side of his neck, down his muscled chest and abdomen until she reached his hardened cock. She wrapped her lithe fingers around him. He bucked again and sighed harshly at the contact. From there, Eternity stroked him with firm motions, until he was gasping quietly into their kisses. He felt maddened by her caresses, the pleasure rising in him.

Finally, neither of them could take any more and Elijah let her guide him into her, joining their bodies at last. They paused, enjoying the rapture of the physical connection. For a moment he didn’t move and neither did she. Elijah’s eyes fluttered closed, Eternity’s body snug around him. She was blissfully tight, squeezing him in all the right ways. Then his eyes opened slowly and their gazes met. Her eyes were near black now and he was sure his were as well. It was all the waiting he could take. He didn’t waste another second and began to move slowly within her.

Each stroke was measured. He slid slowly in and then nearly completely out, just to thrust back inside her a little harder on the next stroke. The feel of her warmth encasing him was magic. He had been with a slew of lovers in his past, but none felt quite as good as she did. It was difficult to explain, but there was just something more intense in their joining, something more aware, making him feel so blissful that he swore he never felt quite like this before...or ever again.

It didn’t take long before his was moving more rapidly; harder and faster. He was spurred on by the rise of her hips to meet him with every thrust, the pleas on her lips in between kisses, and the hand on his backside that continued to push him closer. It was as though she was attempting to get him as deep as possible. The pleasure building and building, higher and higher between them until they were frenzied in their love making.

Elijah’s mouth fell to her neck once again, nibbling there as before, while pressing his chest to hers. He wanted to feel all of her as if he couldn’t get enough of her. As Eternity’s back arched into him in pleasure, he wrapped an arm around her back, holding her there against him. Soon, she was gasping and moaning his name over and over in his ear, until he felt her body tense beneath him. She squeezed his cock for all he was worth, as she reached her peak and tumbled over it with a sharp cry.

It was all it took for him to reach his own end, thrusting erratically as he came so hard that he swore he saw stars. Once he had emptied himself completely, Elijah collapsed atop of Eternity unable to move from there. As he rested against her, he nuzzled his nose into her neck affectionately, while her hand laced though his chocolate locks tenderly. The sound of heavy breathing was all that could be heard in the quiet afterglow.

“Oh yes, I am fond,” Eternity quipped teasingly, breaking the quiet.

Elijah couldn’t help but grin and chuckle, kissing her neck once more before he finally moved off her, earning a small gasp from her as he did. He kicked his shoes and pants off and settled beside her. He laid on his side facing her with his hand propping up his head. Casually, he traced patterns onto the skin of her stomach gently, as he watched her with what he could only name as adoration. The grin was fixed upon his lips as he gazed at her.

“Well, sweetheart, I think I’m fairly fond myself,” he responded. “I’m also finding that I’m glad I met you the other night. You’ve certainly turned my world in a very short amount of time.”

“Aye, I feel the same,” she spoke softly, her soft fingers reach out and tracing the rough stubble of his jaw. “It’s amusing how life can work that way.”

The hand that had been touching her stomach ceased it’s pattern making and reached up to grasp her hand tracing his jaw. He took it in his and kissed the palm of her hand sweetly. He watched her watching him as he did. Her mouth was agape a little and her sapphire eyes, that were full of fondness, were darkening once more. He could hear her heart beat pick up in pace again.

Then without warning, Elijah found himself pinned to the bed with her straddling his hips and her tiny hands holding his wrists to the pillows. She held him there in a strong grasp that was belied by her small size. She may have been tiny, but he had the feeling that she could lift a bus over her head effortlessly with the otherworldly strength she surely possessed. While that may have been true, Eternity was firm in her grip of him, but gently enough not to cause harm.

She smirked mischievously down at him, rocking her hips against him slightly. She then bent forward until her nose nearly touched his. “I hope you can keep up with me, love,” she murmured seductively, “because I plan on testing that vampire stamina of yours to limits.”

Elijah returned her smirk with one of his own. He rocked his hips up into her playfully, earning him a surprised gasp. “Oh, my dear, I look forward to it.”

From there, they made love over and over and over again with nothing but a few short breaks in between to catch their breaths. From the first time, it had been like a competition to see who would tap out first. In the end, Elijah’s stamina had won the challenge that Eternity had laid out. In fact, she had to beg him to stop, unable to continue due to exhaustion. Of course, he relented, feeling victorious. Then they settled down together and she quickly fell into a slumber nestled in his embrace.

When the morning came, Elijah awoke and rose from the bed quietly as to not disturb his still passed out lover. Once he was sure she was still peacefully asleep, he threw on a pair of black pajama bottoms and made his way downstairs into the kitchen. He had decided to cook up some breakfast, but not before picking up the dinner mess that they had left the night before. Not a problem, he thought. With vampire quickness he soon had the mess cleared and eggs cooking in a skillet.

Busy in his task, he didn’t hear Eternity get up or come down the stairs until he saw the flash of white of her hair. He looked over at her while he cooked, a greeting grin upon his face. That is until he caught a good look at her. The grin fell into a look of lusty awe. His breath caught in his throat at the sight that greeted him.

Eternity hadn’t dressed before she came down to him. She was still in all her naked glory, with only her long hair veiling his view of her. She was incredibly alluring.

Elijah paused in his cooking, his eyes fixed upon her. He felt his breath labor at the lovely sight. He licked his lips in anticipation, lust for her rising steadily as he watched her.

Then she came to his side with silent steps, her sapphire eyes never leaving his chocolate ones as she reached on front of him and turned off the burner. Once that was done, Eternity next reached for him, pulling him to her and latching her lips to his passionately. It was like coming to life her lips on his, awakening the need in him.

He let the spatula he had been using fall from his hand with a clatter. Then he turned to her fully, grabbing ahold of her with one hand instantly on her hip and the other sliding along the side of her face and into her hair. His tongue darted into her mouth, tangling with her own tongue feverishly. Like in many of their interactions, words weren’t exchanged. They were simply unnecessary.

In fiery desire, Elijah picked Eternity up with her legs locking around his waist and turned again, this time to the opposite counter to the stove, sitting her quickly on the edge of the dark granite. He ran the hand that had been on her hip lower on her body. With precision, his hand journeyed to the hidden place between her thighs, finding the slickness between her legs. He began stroking her eagerly until she gasped and moaned into his mouth, grinding into his hand needfully. He enjoyed the sounds she made and the slick warmth of her center upon his fingers as he brought her to greater heights of pleasure.

However, his own need called and so he only touched her like that for a moment before he decided he couldn’t wait any longer to join their bodies. With swift movements and Eternity’s disappointment, he removed his hand from her folds to push down the pajama bottoms he wore, before lining himself up with her entrance and thrusted up into her. He practically growled at the feel of her around his cock again. She, on the other hand, cried out in pleasant surprise at the intrusion, before reattaching her mouth to his, while he began to ride her earnestly.

There wasn’t any gentleness now, just raw and unadulterated passion between them. The sounds of their passion echoed in the otherwise quiet kitchen. Elijah moved hard and fast, while she raked her fingernails down his back and moaned into his ear obscenely. As one, they moved in time with her keeping up perfectly to the timing of his thrusts, as they moved higher and higher in bliss until they were coming together in completion.

As he came down from the blinding passion, Elijah couldn’t help but to grin and tease, “Well, that was one hell of a morning after greeting.”

Eternity smiled in return and opened her mouth to respond, but someone else responded in her place before she could.

“Yes, that was,” a familiar accented voice echoed through the kitchen, putting Elijah on edge immediately, “Quite the show, well done. I give it five stars.”

“Niklaus,” responded Elijah with a slightly annoyed growl, looking at his grinning younger brother, while instinctively pulling Eternity protectively against him. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Klaus grinned wider, “Well, actually....”

#elijah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #ocs #my ocs #the originals #the vampire diaries #original groupies

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royal-writer · 5 years

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Right from the start

I knew that I’d found a home for my heart

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Essätha lifted her head. Her fantasy dissolved from the novel drawing images in her mind, pitched back into reality from the sound of a spade hitting the earth. With a fingernail held to the line she was upon, her head tilted to listen for another sound that did not return. Only her breathing lifting the atmosphere, stirring the loose wavy hair framing her face.

She tried to focus on the last word she’d read, and the shovel struck the ground once more.

Grabbing the bookmark scrap of paper she’d kept of one of her beloved’s striking floral sketches, Essie gently shut the book and laid it aside. She brushed aside wisps of hair with her hand, blowing curls away with a whisper of wind. Her gaze curiously ventured to the window behind her, illuminating the sitting area for a good reading light.

The vantage point did not offer her a clue to the sound of the digging, however.

Determined as she was inquisitive, Essätha stood up to smooth her sundress down before trailing out of the room. Her fingers reached, grazing the doorframe lazily as she trailed across the cool floor on bare feet. The soft padding of her feet barely made a sound as she approached the french doors that lead out to the balcony.

Stepping out, the stonework balcony was quite warm beneath her toes. Where sunlight touched her, the warm undertones soaked in the rays to add a deep glow in her skin. For a moment she squinted; her eyes as golden as the sun above, while tentatively stepping closer to the railing.

She bumped into the edge and screwed up her eyes as they adjusted to the scorching rays. As her vision adjusted, she spotted the shirtless figure in loose slacks carefully patting soil around a small bush of peony flowers. She recalled the sprout that had been in the house some time ago; only just beginning to bud last she she observed it. Now in a bloom, the healthy thriving plant was being given its place among the other elaborate flora in the garden.

An adoring smile began to grow, and grow, and grow upon her face. She leaned over the edge of the railing columns to study the man; sunkissed from days of yardwork, a bit sunburned in the faintest hue of pink. His black hair had been trimmed shorter recently, but it made her long no less to card her fingers through them. She did however, pout when he’d shaven and preened the fine topiary of his beard recently, stating summer’s heat was making it too hot to have it grown so much. She’d grown used to those damn whiskers; the soft tickling when their cheeks nuzzled, and now he was merely a shadow of scruff.

He gave a loud huff, leaning back to huff as he wiped upon his sweat-dappled brow. Sensing none of her observation or quiet pining as she bent over the ledge, Lord Amon reached for a canteen of water nearby to take a large drink, allowing some of the water to spill out on his face and down his chest.

Essätha swallowed, and took a private moment to glance away to examine the other flowers before looking back to see him pouring the rest of the contents around the peonies base, turning the dirt nearly black. He gave the plant a final check, bending his head around to see if the transplant had caused it any harm, before standing to brush himself off.

His eyes, somehow, must have caught sight of the extended shadow from the balcony, and he looked sharply up with surprise.

Sinking back down so she no longer lounged over on the tips of her toes, Essätha offered a sheepish wave in the curl of her fingers.

Even so far away, she could see his extraordinary bright smile beam right back up at her. He raised a hand in greeting, before placing it below his ribcage and offering a dignified bow that made laughter well up in her like a fountain’s spring.

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Essätha is the sun,” Amon cried up to her with a passionate plea of his hand towards her. “Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon; who is already pale and sick with grief. That thou; her maid, art far more fair than she.”

“The moon is not even out to compare to!” she giggled, offering a dismissive wave of her hand. “You quote me Shakespeare and cast me as Juilet. I thought myself more a Perdita.”

“My darling Essätha, you are neither,” the nobleman replied. “You are only yourself. If I had the creative ingenious of a poet, I would read to you how the world and all her gold pales in comparison to you: precious, alluring, and compassionate.”

The smile tugging upon her lips made her cheeks ache. Settling her elbows upon the hard granite, she propped her chin upon her hands.

“Your sweet-nothings are all the artistic romance I need, my love,” she confessed.

Amon placed a hand over his heart in a gesture she’d touched him. His eyes were hard to read from this distance; dark and blinded by the sun, but his expression made her shiver regardless. His posture, his face; she could feel his love wash over her like an embrace. His eyes she could picture as though he was standing right before her, looking down at her. It was like being at the bottom of the ocean; being within the center of the darkest part of the universe. A place coldness did not touch despite the deep hues.

It made her tingle; down her spine, in her toes, to the roots of her scalp. His gaze, always protective, genuine, and adoring. The world floated so far away and she, a cradled pearl; a speck of starlight glistening in his regard, hidden securely in his arms.

She watched, slightly puzzled, as Amon raised his hand away from his heart. He took a step forward, taking a deep breath, and the depth of his voice carried in a tender ballad she recognized all too well:

“Wise men say: only fools rush in; but I can’t help falling in love with you.”

The heat of the sun was nothing compared to the inferno burning in her face. Emitting a shaky exhale she sank, her arms folding into the railing, where she could rest her cheek against her forearm.

“Shall I stay? Would it be a sin?”

Essätha melted. Her smile grew softer; more relaxed as she blinked in dreamy affection.

“If I can’t help, falling in love with you?”

Another sigh tumbled out of her chest. Her hips gave the slightest sway to the charming serenade of his voice; the melody in her head. The cascade of black waves from her hair fell in her face, and she pushed them back to better see her handsome nobleman, and beloved husband.

“Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so it goes, some things are meant to be,” Amon sang, striding forward another step. His eyes remained fixated; an encouraging smile privately for her. Only made for her. The special kind that lit up his eyes, softened his features, made him appear vulnerable and delicate as the flowers he grew.

“Take my hand. Take my whole life, too.”

Wordlessly, Essie mouthed the next lyrics along with him: “For I can’t help falling in love with you.”

“Like a river flows, surely to the sea,” he held his hand out further, outstretched, as if he could touch her with sheer will; reaching for the stars glittering in her brown eyes like new galaxies.

“Darling so it goes, some things are meant to be.”

She hummed quietly now, pitching him the tune as she shifted her weight to one foot. The other, she tapped rhythmically against the stonework.

“Take my hand. Take my whole life, too. For I can’t help falling in love with you.”

He took another breath; this one hitching, and the sound of his voice wavered, damn near cracked as he rasped off in a flourishing finish, his eyes shining, drawing it out, “For I can’t help falling in love with you.”

This was love. Real love. Not the gesture; as lavish and sentimental as it was. No, it was in his tone; in his regard; in his posture. The performance for her; but the words, the meaning within them, was honest and endearing. The way he cherished those lyrics; held such a special, meaningful song just for her. The yearning curl in his fingers that said he only wanted her. Too far too touch, but still he hopefully reached out.

He true, and truly himself, and openly doting his heart’s fondness without regret.

She was forced to swallow a few times to make sure her voice was even, staring down upon the perfect sculpture of his face; the hard shape of his nose, how the stubborn lines in his face were nearly invisible beneath his broad smile and the raise of his eyebrows in a silent look of anticipation. He was truly magnificent in so many ways that there were no words in any known language to describe how beautiful he was, from the inside out, or how much she loved him. Only her heart, in the way it felt light and fluttered warmly beneath her breast; pulse jumping, knew the tongue they could only speak to each other.

“You honor me with your pleasant voice, m’lord Amon,” she softly called down. “If you would meet me upstairs, I would be happy to show my gratitude.”

He grinned a bit harder. “What does my lady offer?”

A lazy laugh rolled out of her. “A kiss, for my distinguished gentleman suitor and gallant life-partner who woos my heart.”

Amon scoffed, although he appeared slightly more flush. “You would still kiss me, covered in sweat, earth, and who knows what else?” he teased.

“I have kissed you covered in worse,” she reminded him, not daring to specify with an inward shudder. Blood did not make for a comforting kiss.

He seemed statuesque; standing still, staring up at her ledge. She was still weakly lounging into the banter, resting her face in her arms like a pillow and watching him beneath veiled half-closed eyes. Everything in her slump shoulders and serene posture exuded tranquility and calm. His flirtatious flattery made her faint-hearted and soft.

“If I was a younger man, I would try scaling to you,” he ventured aloud.

She snorted trying to withhold her laughter. “I think the stairs would be a more efficient method, beloved,” she snickered. “I would rather have my sappy husband unharmed then you dare breaking something climbing to steal a kiss like some love-struck romeo.”

His expression soured, and he sneered: “Romeo knows nothing of love in his short infatuation, compared to what I feel for you.”

Well, she couldn’t disagree with him. Propping her elbow up a bit, she raised her head to better look down upon him.

“Shall I thank you in person simply like this?” she mocked playfully once more. “Or will you come meet me, my dear husband?”

Amon’s face lit up like a child’s on Christmas morn. “Wait right there!” he remarked with hasty excitement, scrambling for the door.

She laughed once more, boisterous this time. “I’ll wait forever if I must; you needn’t rush.”

“Wait right there, I’ll be right up!”

He barely tossed a look over his shoulder at her; all glistening tanned and sunburnt skin, witty smile, and sharp warm eyes, before closing the door behind him in a haste.

Essätha gave a heavenly sigh, and rested her face against her arms once more before pushing herself up. Her limbs stretched; a satisfied groan in her throat, and she sauntered for the balcony door and the cooler air inside the manor. The sound of heavy boots, echoing all the way down the stairwell headed her way enthusiastically.

She shivered expectedly; hardly able to bare waiting to fall into his loving arms once again.

#royal writes #essamon ship #Essie rw #amon illiad

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youcantunringthebell · 5 years

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Welcome to my uterus. Here’s my story. Now get out.

I wasn’t an irresponsible teenager or a single twentysomething or a victim of rape or incest or carrying a nonviable fetus when I had my abortion.

Arguably, I’d never been in a better position for motherhood, except I was pretty old for it at 42. I was married to a good, responsible man and working a high-stress but high-paying job.

I say all this knowing it’s none of your business that I had an abortion or why. But I tell you because my right to have one is under attack, and you need to know that people YOU know had abortions, and they had their reasons, and there aren’t certain people whose right to an abortion should be protected and those whose shouldn’t. My uterus, my choice, to be made with my partner, my doctor, my pastor and whoever I wish to gather data from. Normally, I’d tell you to stay out of it, but this damn country right now is prompting me to invite you into it for a little storytime.

My birth control, taken in pill form and missed probably three times in 20 years, had failed me. Turns out St. John’s wort, which I took to deal with that stressful job, interferes with the pill. (You may want to make a note of that, fertile women.) When my period hadn’t arrived a week after its scheduled time and I felt nauseated every morning, I took a pregnancy test just to calm myself down, because I KNEW there was no way I’d be pregnant.

I sat in our tiny downstairs bathroom with my pee stick and my phone, counting the minutes, and there it was: the second stripe. I worked up another pee for the second test. Double stripes. A tiny pinprick-stabbing sensation started at the top of my head and traveled to my fingertips. A child was something I wanted for literally one day when I was turning 35 and afraid of missing out on an experience most of my friends were treasuring. On THAT occasion, I skipped the pill and had sex with my first husband, only to fearfully gulp down two pills the next morning and start watching the calendar. That’s how opposed to motherhood I’ve been. Why? Probably because I’m the oldest of five children and was helping Mommy by the time I started kindergarten. Or maybe I think my screwed-up lineage should end with me. It doesn’t matter. That’s who I am.

I felt panicky. Without ever leaving the toilet, I looked up abortion clinics on my phone, and scrolling through my whole two options, it finally occurred to me I should tell the other person involved in this situation. I pulled up my underwear and opened the bathroom door. JJ was playing a video game, which he paused when he saw my face.

“What?” he asked.

“I’m pregnant,” I said.

He was quiet for a moment. “Well, I told you my family’s sperm could overcome anything.”

I didn’t laugh. “We need to talk about what we’re going to do. I want to get an abortion. We also have gay friends who want a baby. Maybe we should consider that. But that would mean me going through a pregnancy and trying to figure out whether the baby would be healthy, and I don’t know if I could stand it.”

He shook his head. “I couldn’t watch people we know raising my child.”

“I saw online where I could have an abortion on Tuesday. It’s $600,” I said.

We sat in silence until he turned the video game back on. “Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME? You’re going to PLAY A VIDEO GAME RIGHT NOW?” I yelled.

Later, I figured out that was his way of numbing himself before he had a panic attack.

I took a sick day that Tuesday, and the two of us drove to a clinic in South Nashville. The woman on the phone told us to leave everything in the car except a method of payment. We couldn’t carry anything in — for security reasons. No books. No phones. Just a credit card carried on a short walk from the car, listening to protesters across the street shouting, “We can help you save your baby! Don’t do this! Think about it!”

As though I hadn’t thought about it. As though I hadn’t spent 30 years of fertility trying to avoid it. As though I would cross the street to people who were making a hard day even harder, asking them to save me.

A stern, beefy man at the door gave us the once-over and let us in. I wore a pencil skirt and a suit jacket, as though dressing up somehow put me more in control over the procedure. The shabby, dated waiting room was absolutely packed, every seat taken by women of all races, old, middle-aged and young, sitting next to their boyfriends and sisters and moms, watching a game show on a small, fuzzy TV or flipping through faded women’s magazines, finding summer looks and risotto recipes and not talking.

At that time, 7 years ago, Tennessee required fetal viability tests but not a 48-hour waiting period, so I had a vaginal ultrasound, but at least I didn’t have to leave and come back after it. The embryo was 5 weeks, the size of an apple seed. It was not life. It was a mass of cells with the potential for life, existing because of my life. It wasn’t a person any more than an apple seed is an apple tree.

So I was allowed to join the other women having medical abortions -- as opposed to surgical abortions, the other option -- and they took us back in groups of six to watch the required video. I don’t remember much about the video, but I remember well the “what are you in for” conversation we had. One woman was married and pregnant by her husband, who would beat her if he found out she’d gotten pregnant again. She lied to him so she could be at the clinic that day. Another woman got pregnant by her boyfriend while her husband was out of the state on a six-month work assignment. Another said she was there for her third abortion. I couldn’t imagine having to come back to that place once I’d been.

I paid my $600, minus a $20 coupon from the clinic’s website. I had a physical exam and took the first pill of a two-pill process — once you take the first one, you MUST take the second to flush out the uterine wall or risk infection, the doctor warned. They told me to come back in a few weeks to be sure I’d totally passed the embryo.

By Thursday, the day I was supposed to take the follow-up pills, I was in a regular hospital for a deep vein thrombosis and bilateral pulmonary embolism that had actually started weeks before I knew I was pregnant -- manifesting as a persistent calf cramp and the occasional shortness of breath I attributed to being fat and stressed. Likely, the combination of birth control pills and being pregnant caused a clotting disorder. I didn’t know about it until, dressed for work and walking out the door, I couldn’t breathe while I noticed my leg turning purple.

My primary care doctor at the time was the sweetest human on the face of the planet, so when he met me in the emergency room, he didn’t bat an eye at the news I was in the middle of a medical abortion process. “Just take the second dose of pills, and we’ll keep an eye on you here, overnight,” he said. He told me about a dear friend who died on a treadmill from this very clotting disorder, and how relieved he was that I’d come in when I did. Not an ounce of judgment or blame.

I’m not sure how I would have dealt with a pregnancy and treatment for my clotting disorder at the same time. I didn’t have to find out, because Tennessee law allowed me to make that decision about my own medical treatment, and an abortion clinic was available to me. That very clinic is closed now, regulated out of business by men and their self-hating women enablers bent on turning America into a theocracy. Neither JJ nor I regret our decision, and we are grateful for the men and women who risked their safety so we could make it. Some of them have been gunned down in the street for their roles in helping women like me.

I absolutely respect people who are pro-life, as long as they don’t attempt to regulate my medical care and they do demonstrate a love for life already in the world. (Hello, Tim Kaine.) To those who would take away my rights: Ending abortion access wouldn’t have made me carry that embryo. I’d have spent my last dime traveling for an abortion, and I had dimes to spend. Women who don’t will do like a friend from the Kingdom Hall’s daughter, who punctured her uterine wall with a wire hanger when we were teenagers.

So I’ve told my story. If you can, tell yours. If you can’t, I completely understand. And I mean you too, men. Now get out of my uterus.

P.S. Apropos of nothing: The closest I came to losing it over having my abortion was when my editor at the paper assigned me to go back and cover a special protest IN FRONT OF THE SAME CLINIC only a month or two later. It was a bunch of teenagers led by a priest who taught at a Catholic school. I kept my composure and did the job. A few months after THAT, the priest called me up wanting a story done about the fact he was releasing an album, so I met him at a Music Row studio and wrote up a religion column about him. I asked if we could use a clip of one of his songs to run online with the column. He said no, because “someone might steal my licks.” In my opinion, the licks were not stealable, and to my knowledge, few people ever heard them, never mind stole them.

#abortion #women's rights

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war-of--hearts · 5 years

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Chapter One

Summary :

Princess Valerie's got one goal– to survive her coronation with no problems. If she gets lucky, she intends to complete a few other objectives along the way: find a husband (against her own wishes), secure an alliance or two, and withstand the dreaded quadrille.

Her goal seems to be easily within reach– that is, only until she discovers one huge problem. And unfortunately for her, that problem is a very pretty, very mysterious girl named Casey.

After a week of flirtatious touches, time spent together that feels suspiciously date-like, and lots of conversations about lips, Valerie’s beginning to wonder why she ever considered finding a husband in the first place. She begins to fall deeper into her own desires, instead of following what her royal advisor says would be best for her people.

But the whirlwind romance seems too good to be true, and these dreamy escapades come with a catch. Unknown to the poor Princess, there’s a plot brewing to overthrow the aristocracy, and Casey is leading the chase, the front runner of a rebellion that's been building for years. But playing with love is never a victimless crime, and they both might just be next in line to be convicted.

Chapter One :

If there was one place that Casey belonged, it was the beach. It felt like home in her heart. The cool waves crashing against the shoreline reminded her of new beginnings as they brushed over the fresh footprints that decorated the sand. Looking out over the water and at the distant horizon forced her to remember that she was part of something bigger than herself, and it made her humble. Out of all the places in the world she could have been, she was here, on this tiny island of Atrina. Sunlight darted through the tall leaves of the palm trees and onto her skin, warming her whole body. She dug her toes into the wet sand and just took it all in. The cacophony of the tremulous waves, the refreshing foam washing across her feet. Then, over the peaceful white noise, she heard the rustling of leaves.

She trained her ear on the sound, pondering where it had come from. There wasn't even a gentle breeze today. Then, as Casey crept closer to the source of the noise, again, the foliage shook.

Peeking around the trunk of a rather large palm tree, she saw a young boy, who glanced around quickly before jumping up to grab another piece of fruit from a small orange tree along the path. He appeared rather skinny, even for his age, and was likely very hungry. Her heart broke as she saw a younger, hungrier version of herself in his same place, but that was so long ago. After watching him for some time, she decided there must be a way that she could lend a hand. She stepped out from behind her hiding spot and called out to him.

“Hey, you there!”

Casey winced, noticing that her tone had been sharper than she had intended. The boy looked at her with wide eyes for a moment, before quickly picking up the basket of oranges he had already collected and running off. Casey silently huffed and scolded herself for coming off so unintentionally mean. The boy had only wanted a meal, and there was no reason to deny that to him, especially since he was so thin. With that, she could almost feel the hunger pains that used to plague her, like she was that small village child begging for food once again.

Picking the leftover fruit up from the mossy ground, she decided to head home and do something to get her mind off of the guilt gnawing at her stomach. She walked along the worn path toward her house–or home, really. The trail was covered by trees dotted with all kinds of tropical fruit. Technically her brother, Andrew, and his wife owned them. Due to the surrounding circumstances, however, they were more than happy to feed their starving neighbors when they had an abundance. It was a peaceful and natural setting, disrupted only by the sight of the house, poking out from the thick treeline of the forest. It looked rather bland from the outside - just brown clay walls, a roof made from mud tiles, and a thin door made of fabric stretched over a wooden frame which did not do a great job of keeping the elements out during harsh weather.

Nobody out here had a lot. In fact, she had more than most- a family, a bed, and a decently stable source of food. Her house was significantly larger than most of her neighbors’, but was still only a simple main room - where she slept - and her brother’s room. In the corner of the main room, they had a large fireplace. Next to it, There were two chairs and a coffee table, all mismatched and misplaced, and scattered on the coffee table was an assortment of books she had found and collected over the years. The covers were all tattered and worn, and many had bent corners or even no corners at all. She kept her bedroll in the opposite corner, tucked away along with her latest read. She was currently invested in a large collection of classic Atrinan children’s fairy tales that she had picked up from a trash heap. She cracked open the book, scanning over the pages full of wicked stepmothers and ferocious dragons to figure out where she had left off. Ever since she got her hands on this novel, she dreamed of being a valiant knight, loved by the public, and ultimately a hero.

Then, she heard someone open the door, and quickly she set the book down and jumped to her feet, ready to defend herself if necessary. But it was only Claire, her brother's wife. She was carrying in a large wooden crate, splintering around the edges, while very heavily pregnant. Casey, growing concerned when she saw her carrying something so heavy, snatched it from her hands and carried it towards the fireplace.

“Claire! You're 8 months along! You cannot still be doing heavy labor, it's not good for you!”

“Casey, please. I'm fine, I swear.”

Casey rolled her eyes as she inspected the contents of the crate. Underneath the unexciting rations and fruit from the garden, something glimmered and caught her eye. Rifling through the contents, she curiously picked out the sparkling object that had captured her attention.

A necklace.

It looked expensive, the intricate silver chain catching the light, and she could imagine the large pink jewel strung around one link hanging tastefully between the collarbones of an Atrinan aristocrat. Casey whistled at the sight of it. Claire’s eyes widened for a moment, seeing that Casey had found what she had carefully buried under the rest of the supplies.

“Where did you find this?”

“Some junk pile. Someone must’ve thrown it out by accident. I figured it looked valuable so I picked it up.”

Casey had never seen something this expensive. How could someone lose such a valuable piece of jewelry? She let the question weigh on her for a moment before the answer hit her. Nobody had lost it, it had most likely been thrown out by someone within the walls. Where had Claire really gotten it? Rummaging through trash belonging to royalty could cost you your life. Why had she gone and done such a thing? Why did Claire lie?

“Hey, Claire?”

“Hm? What’s up?”

Her words were cut off by Andrew bursting through the door. His blond hair was windblown and sweaty, and he was gasping for breath. He was holding a small can tightly in one fist. Casey’s mind was inundated with questions.

“Claire! I got it, just in time!”

Having absolutely no idea what they were talking about, Casey’s eyes darted between them, grasping for any sorts of clues. She cocked her head and sent her brother a questioning glare.

“Got what?”

In his hand was a can of temporary silver hair dye. What did all of this mean?

“Casey, I have a big favor to ask you.”

•●•

“Why do you want me to do this?”

“Casey, look around you. People are dying at the hands of these tyrannical royals. Look at the people outside the walls, Casey. Just look at them! They're hungry, they're sick, and they're illiterate.”

“So it's not for personal gain?”

“No, of course not. I want to protect you, and Claire, and our child. I want them to grow up without having to go hungry, or watching the ones they love and care about die from a perfectly preventable disease. Just like how we had to watch Mom and Dad suffer, because the stupid king didn’t do a damned thing to help them.”

Casey looked him in the eye, trying to make sure that he wasn't lying. He was staring at the ground, his eyes brimmed with tears. He’d always been emotional when talking about their parents. This was obviously something very close to his heart. Casey sighed, letting out the breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding.

“Okay.”

“You’ll do it?”

Casey smiled at the small glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“Yeah, anything for my family. Plus, the plan is easy enough.”

“Just attend the ball, scope out the castle, and on the last day, cause some chaos so the way is paved, and the revolution can commence.”

•●•

And just like that, Casey was now Anastasia - a Duchess from some far-off land that she'd never heard of, and wasn't even sure existed at all - now standing before the grand entrance to the ballroom. Glancing at herself in the sheet of water near the large entrance of the castle, she could barely recognize who was looking back. She was wearing a sleek dress of black velvet that was complemented by golden shimmer in the skirt. She wore simple jewelry, simple shoes, simple makeup. Her glimmering silver hair was slicked back, and the color brought out her hazel eyes, which were made sharp and cat-like with deep black eyeliner. Anastasia was ready to take on the ball.

She walked into the grand ballroom with the confidence of the queens she'd read about in fairy tales, but inside she was cowering, sure she would be caught. In the room filled with flamboyant gowns and suits, Casey felt small in her simple, almost plain, black dress, even though it was the most expensive thing she’d ever worn.

As she mingled and wandered about the room, she quickly became nauseous. The decadence dripping from every gem could nearly feed a family in the village for a year. The names of the food sounded foreign, but the tropical flavors tasted familiar. Every crumb of food was covered in all kinds of expensive garnishes, not a single one out of place. The ballgowns and the suits were tailored at every inch, perfectly suited to match the wearer. She almost laughed at all the absurd hair colors - bright blue ponytails, orange curls, green braids - as those of royal blood flitted around the ballroom and past her.

Casey lazily mingled among the royals for some time, picking up bits and pieces of gossip, usually something trivial, like a dress worn twice, or less than top dollar shoes. She spent most of that time hovering in the corner, sipping exotic drinks and trying the foods waiters had placed so orderly on trays. However, even while keeping to herself, she still remained very cautious. She had kept her back pressed against the wall for much of the night, so she probably jumped at least a mile high when someone manage to sneak behind her and tap on her right shoulder.

“Oh! Sorry, didn't mean to scare you.”

Casey turned around to see a boy who looked really young but was also incredibly tall. His bright blue hair was unkempt, not slicked back like most of the other royals. She turned her body to face him, poised to speak.

“Just a little jumpy today is all, no worries.”

Her words were smooth but her heart was pounding. For a moment he looked at her with curious, dark eyes, then put the bright smile back on his face.

“I'm Prince Jax, from the neighboring kingdom of Realia. I don't think we've ever met.”

“My name is Anastasia, Duchess of Samara. Nice to meet you, your highness.”

“Ah, yes! Samara sounds fami– I'm not going to lie, I have no idea where Samara is.”

Casey almost had to giggle, because she had no idea where it was either.

“It’s a small kingdom in Russia. Being here in the Atrinan heat is a nice break from our long winter.”

“Is it your first time here in Atrina?”

“Yes, it is. By any chance, do you know much about the culture here? I'm rather curious about traditions and customs for this coronation ceremony.”

The lies slipped so effortlessly, Casey worried that she might be a little too good at this. Pulling information from Prince Jax was as easy as taking candy from a baby.

“Oh, it's a very interesting tradition. It began with the very first people here, who anointed their first king after he led a successful hunt. They feasted and danced and had a huge party which lasted a week, ending with the coronation of their new leader. Each of the days is symbolic. Today represents Alliance, meaning most of the activities today involve socializing and dancing. Tomorrow is Prosperity, then Health, Fortune, Fertility, Power, and finally, Peace.”

How ironic, starting a war on the day of peace.

“So why are all these foreign diplomats here, then? If this is a tradition of the Atrinan people?”

“The purpose has turned from a celebration, even though it is such a momentous occasion. People are searching for a marriage alliance with Princess Valerie. She’s young and impressionable, easy to grab power from. She's just turned of coronation age - and right on time, since her sister only recently renounced the throne. ”

Casey almost felt bad for the Princess. Emphasis on almost.

“What can you tell me about that? I haven't kept up with Atrinan politics.”

“Oh, it's quite the story! Valerie's older sister, former Queen Arietta, was really young when she started to rule. She was such a beautiful Princess, the envy of most other Princesses on her coronation week. The tensions were high, the Atrinan economy was booming, and everyone wanted to stake a claim.”

It was almost like he was knew exactly what she wanted to hear. He pulled out all the facts she would need to reveal the corruption of this royal life and fuel the rebellion even further.

“Under so much societal pressure to have a king, so that there could be an eventual heir to the throne, she married a suitor from the ball. The new king was horrible. He embezzled funds from the treasury to build his own kingdom a military, and used it to attack nearby allies and part of Atrina itself. Queen Arietta was in ruins. She paid him a large sum to keep him quiet and get a peaceful divorce. Then with no allies and no money left in the treasury, she fled the kingdom by sea, leaving a note that she was renouncing the throne, and bidding good luck to her dear sister, Valerie, who had finally come of age to inherit the throne.”

“Goodness, how tragic. Poor Princess Valerie.”

“If anyone can fix this, it's Va– Oh! There she is now.”

Casey turned her head to the grand staircase, and atop the curving flight of stairs, there she stood, shining like a beacon of hope. She gracefully descended the steps, sparkling silver heels visible underneath the large ball gown. When she hit the main floor, she parted the seas as she walked, those around her being sure not to touch her large ball gown. It took Casey a moment to recognize her - Princess Valerie.

She hadn't seen her on a broadcast in a while, but the Princess had grown up well. Her face was still childlike, her cheeks a little thinner, but still just as rosy, and she kept a brilliant smile on her face almost constantly. And now that she had matured, she was also breathtakingly beautiful. Her hands were covered now by silver gloves that reflected the light, and her pastel pink hair was up in a tasteful bun, curls framing her round face. The silver circlet around her head, a symbol of her status, nicely complimented her tan skin. And her dress, a large seafoam gown with many laces and ruffles, looked absolutely stunning on her. It was sleeveless, and Casey almost drooled over the way it showed off her arms, strong and defined but somehow still delicate.

Casey stood entranced as Valerie made her way across the floor. The Princess was smiling and greeting everyone along her path, returning every one of their bows and curtseys. Her eyes crinkled with laughter and Casey couldn't look away.

But this. This was her enemy. This was who she was set out to destroy.

So she dragged her eyes away, breaking her trance. She grabbed another flute of champagne from a nearby waiter, who she was convinced was wearing more expensive clothing than her, to calm her nerves. Then she turned to continue a conversation with a tall,vaguely unimportant man, some Duke or Archduke or other important person, that she had been absentmindedly talking to earlier. She hadn’t even noticed Prince Jax leave her side to go talk to Valerie, until he was halfway across the ballroom and she cursed herself for being so distracted by the Princess.

After rolling her head back in laughter at a bad joke, as she had seen many others around her do, she finally found herself face-to-face with the princess. Princess Valerie’s green eyes sparkled, rivaling the glittering silver she was dressed in. She smiled and Casey felt as though she couldn't breathe.

“Hello, I'm not sure we've met. My name is Valerie. Welcome to the kingdom of Atrina.”

With that, Casey was afraid that her heart might explode. Her voice sounded like honey, something she could listen to for hours without getting bored. In her wonder, she almost forgot to respond with her own introduction. She exhaled and put on a graceful smile, which she was sure didn't match her very obvious blush.

“Anastasia, the pleasure is mine. Such a lovely ball you’ve put together. Congratulations on your coronation, your future majesty.”

She put a hand over her chest as if to stifle the sound of her pounding heart. She watched as Princess Valerie’s eyes followed the movement. Then she opened her mouth to speak.

“May I?”

Princess Valerie held out a poised hand as though it were an offering. Holding her breath, Casey placed her rather shaky hand in Valerie’s, and the young Princess drew it up to her lips, pressing a kiss against Casey’s knuckle.

Casey was sure her face was incredibly red, and she had stopped breathing a long time ago.

This is your enemy, don't be disarmed. She's surely got evil intentions.

The mantra repeated itself in her mind, and she composed herself, cooly drawing her hand out of the Princess's grasp.

“How gracious of you, Princess.”

“Please, call me Valerie. Princess sounds much too stuffy. Enjoy the ball, and I hope your stay in Atrina is wonderful.”

After a very sly wink, the Princess turned heel and walked to greet more guests. Casey steadied her breathing and slowly brushed her fingers down her face, pausing them at her lips for a fleeting moment, deciding then that she truly hadn't had enough champagne for this.

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