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barefoothighlander · 1 year

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mary on a cross - hero of the day

-simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

-warnings: violence, death, smut (mdni), unprotected p-in-v, oral (fem rec), creampie, simon has a dirty mouth, mentions of alcohol, mentions of domestic violence (nothing graphic)

-word count: 6k

-summary: as you and simons relationship grows, outside forces conspire to reveal his secret, leading to him having to protect you by any means necessary. mercenary au

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a/n: ok so I finally got around to playing mw 2019 and I fear a Price phase is coming on so... we'll see what happens. Not proofread, sorry for any grammatical errors

The mornings you and Simon woke up to were very different, yours was filled with a warm breeze from the window and a sense of comfort, not only from your bed but from your current life. You were happy, finally, it took years for you to gain the strength to leave but now that you’ve created the life you wanted, you felt content, secure. Simon’s morning was filled with dread, he barely slept that night, deciding to rather spend his time pacing his bedroom after he hung up the phone with Johnny, the two of them had worked together a few years prior, before Simon’s retirement and they had grown rather close, even using the term friends sometimes (though Johnny used it far more liberally than Simon). But it had been years since the two talked, not for any specific reason, just that Johnny had remained in the force and Simon grew used to living a life of solitude, not bothering to call Johnny over the years. He didn’t have Johnny’s number saved in his phone, but he wouldn’t mistake that voice anywhere, that obnoxious Scottish accent that he swears pierces his skull. It was a shock for Simon, being so cautious with his past time having everyone including the local police confused, but Johnny knew him, they had been through war together, he knew all of his moves, his favourite weapons, the only thing he didn’t know was the why.

“What are you doing going about killing civvies?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about MacTavish” Simon responds, trying to keep his breathing regular as to know alert Johnny

“Bullshit LT, it’s you, I've seen you kill enough men to know what it looks like” He takes a beat, “I’m not gonna turn you in”

Simon almost sighs in relief.

“I just want to know why, you left the force years ago, I’d thought your violent years were behind you, hell if you wanted to kill you should’ve stayed”

“They’re bad people Johnny”

“They always are”

“They’re not innocent, I just wanted people- innocent people to be safe”

“Alright”

The two men sit on the phone in silence for a few minutes, neither one daring to speak.

“I’ll see you in the morning LT,” Johnny says before hanging up.

Simon sat in his bed, his heartbeat in his ears, fuck he’ll ask more questions, he gets up and begins pacing slowly back and forth, you’ll ask questions. He never wanted to tell you about his past, he didn’t want to scare you, he knew you’d look at him differently if you knew what his military file had in it, he knew you’d run far away if you knew what his current past-time was, he couldn’t have Johnny talking to you it would ruin everything, he needed a way to get rid of Johnny without him giving away his secret, and without raising your suspicions.

Rather than sit anxiously in bed all morning Simon had gone to the gym beside the pub, it wasn't a large commercial gym by any means, but it had punching bags, and that was more than he could ask for, reposting to work out some of his stress on the large bags he threw punch after punch till his already sore knuckles were swollen and red. Deciding that he had inflicted enough pain on himself for the day he grabbed his bag and made his way back to the pub, going to turn the key in the lock before realizing it was already open. Immediately Simon went into fight mode, prepared to attack whoever decided to trespass onto the property, his trance only broken by the sound of laughter, your laughter, his shoulders untensed as he pushed the door open to find you, head thrown back in laughter, smile wide and bright, and him, next to you.

You turn your attention from Johnny towards the door, eyes locking on the large looming figure advancing towards you.

“Good morning,” you say, smiling as wide as ever. Simon's gaze shifts between you and Johnny.

“Mornin”

“Sleep well?” Johnny asks, a smirk on his face as he sips his coffee, Simon ignores his questions.

“Johnny said he knew you from the force, figured I’d let him in before we open so he could say hi”

Simon spares a tight-lipped smile in your direction, “Yea we um, worked together for a bit”

Johnny fakes insult, “Just wanted to check in LT, finally got leave so I’m back for a bit”

Simon gives a curt nod as he busies himself cleaning glasses, you sense the tension in the air.

“I’m gonna go get some coffee, did either of you want anything”

“No” “I’ll take a tea lass” both of the men respond, you smile and make your way out the door.

“You shouldn’t be here Johnny”

“She’s sweet”

Simon turns his gaze to stare daggers at Johnny as a smirk creeps up on his face

“You like her” Johny asks, though it’s not a question

“She’s not a part of this”

“So she doesn’t know?”

“No one does”

Johnny nods his head looking around the room before continuing.

“Are you going it for money?”

“No”

“Then what?”

Simon sighs, “When I got back, I spent a week just sitting in my flat, watching the news, trying to catch up on whatever I’d missed. The people, the children that were being harmed, I couldn’t just watch it happen.”

“So it’s about your family”

Before Simon can respond you walk back in, tray of drinks in your hand.

“I know you said you didn’t want anything but I figured I’d get you some anyway”

Johnny watches as Simon's body untenses at the mere sight of you, glancing at his eyes that are practically heart-shaped. You place the drinks atop the bar and both men reach to grab theirs, Simon mumbling a soft thank you in your direction.

“Oi doll, could you grab some extra glasses from the back,” Simon asks, you nod at him and turn to walk towards the backroom.

“Let me help you,” Johnny says, Simon furrows his brows.

“I don’t need your help, Johnny”

“Right, what happens if you get caught?”

“I won’t”

“You don’t even exist technically, you get caught an the whole team gets investigated”

“I won’t get caught” Simon stands stern as Johnny shakes his head in disbelief. “You should go”

“Right” Johnny gives him a sad look, “I’m off lass!” he shouts to you. You poke your head around the corner.

“Already? Well alright, don’t be a stranger” you say with a smile as Johnny gives you a wave turning away to exit.

“I’ll be in town,” he says to Simon, it’s more of a warning.

Simon feels his mind flush with a million thoughts at once as soon as Johnny leaves.

“So, the weirdest thing happened last night,” you say, moving back into your seat at the bar, Simon gives a hmm in acknowledgement, keeping his attention on cleaning the bar.

“News said they found two bodies on a street close to here, just freaked me out cause I take that street home”

“Strange”

“Right, and remember how I was telling you about those guys following me” You wait for his nod, “It was the same street, can’t be a coincidence”

Simon feels his pulse start to race, there’s no way she thinks it’s me. You shake your head

“I don’t know, just weird. Guess I have to find a new route home”

“I can take you home,” Simon says a little too quickly

“No I don’t want to be a burden, I don’t live far anyway”

“You could never be a burden”

You feel your cheeks flush a little, looking toward your feet.

“Alright”

The two of you enter a comfortable silence, going about your tasks individually, but always within reach of each other. The day was slow, with a handful of people coming in once and a while to get a few drinks, by midnight it was dead quiet, you and Simon occupying yourselves with quiet conversation that was mostly one-sided.

“Top five books,” you say

“What?” Simon responds with a raised brow

“What are your top five books, I’ve noticed you reading in the mornings”

He gives a small nod, “Not sure, maybe dorian gray, hell’s angels, jekyll and hyde, moby dick, and jane eyre.

“You’ve read jane eyre”

“A few times yeah”

“Cute, no books about war?”

“Feels strange to read about it when you’ve lived through them”

“Them? Like multiple”

“What are yours” He changes the topic quickly

“Doesn’t matter” you say and he smirks.

He looks outside to the dark street, “We should probably get you home”

You nod and gather your bag, Simon walks beside you, locking the pub before the two of you make your way to the street, he places a soft hand on your waist to guide you in a different direction, and you feel heat flush your body from the contact. The two of you turn a corner and walk to a small alley beside the pub where a motorcycle is sitting.

“You ride a motorcycle,” you ask almost amused. He huffs a laugh at the question urging you closer as he turns the key in the ignition, you hear the bike roar to life as Simon turns to place a helmet on your head, securing it before sitting on the bike, he waits for you to get on the back. You nervously place your hands on his shoulders, unaware of how to sit, he reaches back for your arms, pulling them tight over his stomach and forcing your chest to press against his back. You try to stop yourself from feeling over the strong muscles of his stomach, he turns the bike to make his way down the alley onto the street, speeding up as he enters onto the road. You cling to him and he can’t fight the smile that creeps up on his lips, he revels in your touch no matter the circumstances, he liked that you were holding on to him so tightly seeking safety. The ride to your flat was short but exciting, Simon driving more cautiously than he normally would. He parks the bike outside your building as you remove the helmet passing it to him, you smooth your hair from your face before thanking him and making your way to your door.

You close the door behind you and fall against the wall trying to come to terms with what you were feeling, you didn’t want to take your hands off him, you wanted to press further into his flesh and let your hands roam all over him. You think about exploring his body, feeling his muscles under your palms, his fingers digging into your hips and heat pools in your lower stomach, you bite your lip and in a surge of confidence you open your door again to see him leaning against the bike, smoking a cigarette. You lock eyes and he quirks his head.

“Did you want to come in?” you ask sheepishly and without a second thought he throws his cigarette to the pavement and closes the space between you. It happened so quickly, the door was pushed open and he grabbed your face with both hands, not wasting a minute in attaching his lips to yours, his kisses are feverish, and tongue and teeth and he closes the door with a kick of his leg and moves you back against the wall, he leaves your lips to plant wet kisses down your neck and collarbone as your hands roam over his shoulders, chest, back, any part of him you could reach. You feel his weight press against you as he lifts you up against the wall, lips returning to yours as his tongue begs entry and you oblige. The two of you are a mess of gasps and moans, trying to catch any breath between the kisses, he begins walking you down the small hallway as you direct him to the bedroom in between kisses.

He drops you onto the mattress, lips never leaving yours as you arch your back to lift your shirt and he does the same giving your hands full access to paw at his skin, you feel your fingers over his littered scars you’ll ask later. He reaches down the hem of your pants, looking to you for permission, you nod and attach your lips to his neck as he undresses you, your arms reaching behind your back to remove your bra. You’re left in just your panties, laying on the bed, lips swollen and eyes blown wide in lust while Simon takes a step back to admire you muttering curses under his breath that bring a rosy tint to your cheeks. He kneels down and places a trail of kisses across your bare stomach as your fingers find their way to his scalp, raking through his hair, his fingers come to curl around your underwear before peeling them down your legs as he looks over your dripping pussy.

“Christ, so wet already”

You blush and he smirks before diving in, licking thick stripes up your slit, lapping up every drip he can, teasing it with his fingers before pushing them into you, he’d take his time later, he wanted you, needed to feel you come apart on him. Your head is thrown back, slurs of moans leaving your lips as your fingers grip his hair in an attempt to ground yourself. The combination of his fingers and expert tongue bring you to your peak quickly, your chest tightening as your high builds.

“That’s right pretty girl, cum for me, cum on my fingers”

You let out a loud gasp of his name as you reach your climax, he licks you through it, replacing his fingers with his tongue in order to swallow every last bit of your high. He places a few more kitten licks to your swollen pussy before moving up to entrap you between his arms, reaching down to kiss you.

“Taste so sweet,” he says reaching down to unbutton his pants before taking them off. You glance at his throbbing cock through his boxers, it’s big, bigger than you’ve taken before. He reads your eyes,

“S’alright doll, I’ll be gentle”

“No,” you say but it comes out as a whimper, “want you to fuck me, hard”

A smirk creeps onto his face as he grips your waist, flipping you onto all fours, you’ve barely caught your breath, limbs weak as you try to hold yourself up. He grabs a handful of your ass, placing kisses down your spine before bending to bit lightly at the meat of your ass, you let out a small yelp and he kisses over the skin, teasing the head of his cock through your puffy lips. He plants a firm grip at your hip before pushing into you, letting out a moan. You let out a curt fuck as he pushes in, leaning down to encase you, planting a palm next to your shoulder before he begins slowly pumping into you inch by inch.

“Doing so well love, just a little more”

You can’t help the breathless moans that escape your lips. He bottoms out with a large breath that you feel fanning over your cheek, your arms give out as your face falls in contact with the bed. He pulls himself back up to trace his palm between your shoulder blades as he continues pumping into you. As your pussy adjusts to the size of him you begin moving your body back against him in time with his thrusts, feeling the tip of his cock prodding at your cervix. He brings both hands to knead at the flesh of your ass, spreading the cheeks apart to get a clear view of him fucking you.

“Fucking hell, feel so good love”

He picks up his pace and you hear your headboard colliding with the wall behind it, drool pooling on the sheets under your mouth as you cry out his name.

“That’s right baby, say my name”

“Si- Simon fuck”

He reaches a hand around to toy with your clit and you feel your muscles constrict around his length.

“Fuck squeezin' me so tight”

He reaches a hand around your throat and pulls you upright, your back arched and flush with his chest as he holds you against him, your hands coming to grab at his thick forearm in an attempt to keep yourself upright. You can’t think, your mind clouded with only him, his scent is intoxicating, all you can feel is him. He brings you to your peak, sucking at your neck hard enough that it was sure to leave a mark as you moan into his ear.

“Yes fuck, right there, please Simon”

“Yea, that feel good love”

You nod.

“Words baby”

“Yes God please”

He continues thrusting into you, fingers circling your clit faster as that familiar coil burns in your lower abdomen.

“Shit I’m gonna cum”

“Yea? Fuck cum on me, wanna feel you squeeze my cock”

And you do, you come undone in his arms, your pussy soaking his cock and he fucks you through your second high, never slowing his pace. When you finally come down you’ve lost all control of your body, your thoughts are fuzzy as he flips you onto your back and pushes back into you, bringing your knees to your chest and holding them there. You can’t form words, body overstimulated from your orgasms.

“Not gonna last, where do you want me”

“Inside please, need to feel you,” you say but it comes out as a whisper.

He can’t deny you, not when he has you under him, completely lost in him, begging for his cum, his muscles tense as he slows his thrusts, spilling his hot seed deep into you with a deep grunt. He releases your legs but keeps himself inside, leaning down to kiss your glistening neck, he stays there for a while, both of you catching your breath, basking in the warmth of him.

He removes his softening cock from you and watches as the mixture of both your orgasms spills out before leaving to grab you a warm towel. He runs it over your body, careful to not hit your overstimulated clit before tossing it to the laundry bin and settling down next to you, you reach for him nuzzling into his broad chest as his arm moves to hold you close to him, lips pressed to the crown of your head.

“Can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that” he says and you giggle into his chest, hands roaming to feel over his scars.

“They’re old, wounds from when I served,” he says as you glance up at him, “knew you were gonna ask at some point”

You smile, reaching up to kiss him, head falling back against the pillow as he brings his hands the push your hair out of your face, you stare into his eyes, his face gives nothing away but his eyes, they’re full of emotion, he looks at you like you hold the world. You feel yourself growing tired as you cuddle back into him,

“Stay here,” you say

“Okay”, you feel the deep rumble of his voice through his chest as you close your eyes letting the warmth of him comfort you into sleep.

The two of you are woken to the loud noise of banging at your door, you open your eyes slowly, your limbs are tangled between Simon’s as his arms hold you close, cursing to yourself that you’d have to leave him. You move from his chest and throw on some pants and his shirt, making your way to the door, opening it your heart falls to the floor.

“Alex” your chest feels empty, why was he here, how did he find you?

“Hey babe”

You shake your head trying to close the door but he places his foot in the way.

“Can we just talk”

“No - I left for a reason” You glance back at Simon in your bed, still asleep. “You need to leave”

He follows your eyes, “Is someone here” The tone in his voice grows angrier as he pushes the door to let himself in, you stumble back.

“Alex please, go home I don’t want you here” you beg as tears prick your eyes, it had taken everything in you to leave him and here he was in your apartment.

“Who the fuck is that” he yells turning back to you, invading your space and forcing your body to move back against the wall as your arms come up to plead defence.

“You leave me and move here to fuck some other guy, you fucking slut”

“Alex please”

His hand makes firm contact with the wall beside your head, making you flinch as your tears start to flow down your cheeks.

“What is wrong with you, I gave you everything”

Before you can object a deep voice calls from the other side of the room.

“I’d back off if I were you”

You look up, eyes locking on Simon’s and you can see the anger that's burning it’s way to the surface

“Seriously, hey just fuck off man this doesn’t concern you,” your ex says, turning his attention towards the large man.

“It concerns me plenty,” Simon says crossing the room to tower over Alex

“Simon please” you beg, he can see in your eyes that you don’t want him to hurt Alex, but every fibre of his being wants to kill him, slit his throat and throw his body into some alley for the rats to feed on. Alex puffs his chest and pushes at Simon with his hands, he doesn’t move an inch, tilting his head down to glare at your ex's face.

“You need to leave”

“You fucking leave, she’s my girlfriend”

Simon feels his anger come to a tipping point as he grabs Alex’s neck and shoves him against a wall, your quiet pleas lost in his fit of rage. Alex brushes him off, sparing you a final glance.

“This isn’t over, I’ll be back,” he says before leaving, slamming the door behind him hard enough that you jump. You sink backwards against the wall.

“Are you alright?” Simon asks scanning your body for any evidence that you were hurt.

You shake your head, “You shouldn’t have done that”

“He was hurting you-”

“No Simon, you don’t understand, he’s not going to stop, he followed me here” Your cheeks are stained with tears, your breath heavy.

“Then I’ll deal with him,” he says slowly bringing his hands to hold your face as you stare up at him. God help any man who tried to hurt you in his presence, “I promise, he’s never going to touch you again”

You sniffle, trying to catch your breath as he wraps his arms to hold you, this was just another person he’d have to take care of, he’d kill everyone if it meant keeping you safe. The two of you stand in the living room, not a word shared between you as he just continues to hold you, shushing your quiet sobs, placing tender kisses on the crown of your head. You felt safe in his arms, your anxiety settling as his palms caress over your spine.

“I’ll kill ‘em if I have to”

You release a giggle, as Simon smiles but he’s being serious. After a few minutes, the two of you continue your morning, Simon making tea as he doesn’t trust you to do it properly while you stand in the shower, letting the warm water ease your tense muscles.

You jump as the curtain pulls back, Simon’s head popping in, eyes lingering on your naked form.

“Take a picture why don’t you”

“Don’t tempt me”

You laugh at his remark.

“I’ve gotta head over to the pub” his eyes full of lust, every bit of him trying hard to not jump in the shower with you, “I’ll see you over there in a bit yea?”

You nod leaning over to kiss him, biting lightly at his lower lip.

“Minx,” he says and splashes some of the water at you.

Simon leaves and you continue with your morning, drying off from the shower and getting dressed for work. You weren’t sure how the new dynamic would work, you had always found Simon attractive but this was new, you’d never slept with someone you had to see every day. You didn’t know if this was a one-time thing, you hoped it wasn’t but Simon wasn’t the best about vocalizing his emotions, you didn’t want to just come out and ask, so you’d have to wait, test the waters, see how he felt about you.

By noon you had made your way to the pub, the cool air inside a welcome sensation after your walk in the warm air outside, you settle your things, peeking around the corner to try and find him.

“Simon?”

No response, maybe he was upstairs, you’d never been to his flat and it felt strange to just invite yourself in so you stayed in the pub, finding tasks to complete while you waited for him. A few minutes pass and you hear a loud crash from upstairs.

“Si?” you yell, hoping it’s him upstairs and not some robber, silence fills the next minute before you see him emerge from the back door looking a little dishevelled.

“Hey love, make it here okay?” he asks placing a kiss on your lips. You’re a little taken aback at his quick pace.

“Yeah fine, what was that noise”

He looks over to you taking a beat, “Knocked a chair over, was rushing around too quick I guess”

You nod, not fully believing him but trusting him enough that you didn’t pry further. The two of you fell into routine, pouring drinks for regulars, restocking liquor, cleaning glasses, having small conversations between customers.

“I’ve gotta check something in the flat, I’ll be back quick,” he says rushing up the back stairs.

You occupy yourself cleaning as you hear more noise from upstairs, deciding you needed to check it out for yourself. You make your way up the back stairs, slowly opening the door to the flat peering inside. It wasn’t anything spectacular, essentially just one large room, a bed at the far wall in front of a window, there was a small kitchen tucked against another wall, everything was very clean, it looked like he never used the furniture. You look around for him as you step into the room, following the sound of his heavy breaths around a corner, he’s standing at a large window looking out, a creak in the floor alerts him to your presence.

“Hey, sorry not as quick as I thought”

You look around, nothing is out of place so what was all the noise?

“It’s alright, just heard banging, didn’t know if you needed help with something”

“Huh? Oh- no was just looking for something, forgot where I’d placed it”

“Placed what”

He looks at you, jaw slack as he tries to think of a response.

“My tags, dog tags, wanted to throw them in with the rest of my stuff just couldn’t remember where they were”

You glance over, eyes locking on his bedside table, you flick your head in their direction.

“Found ‘em”

He huffs a laugh, crossing the room to pick them up, toying with them in his hands before moving over to you. He glances down at you, raising his arms to place the chain around your neck, you stare up at him, quirking your brow.

“Look better on you” he says, leaning to kiss your forehead.

Your fingers come up to fiddle with the tags, eyeing them over, Lt. Simon Riley, well at least you knew his last name now.

“Did you close up”

You shake your head.

“Right well, meet you outside in 5. I’ll drive you home”

He begins walking away,

“Why don’t we stay here tonight,” you ask and he stops in his tracks, “Easier that way, don’t have to wake up any earlier to get to work”

He thinks it through in his head, he’s never had anyone in his flat, let alone stay the night, but it’s you.

“Yea alright, just give me a minute to close downstairs”

You nod, taking the time to further explore the space. Lots of books, a guitar sat in the corner, no pictures, he had barely anything on the shelves, it looked like he only used the space to sleep if that, the bed was perfectly made, not a single wrinkle in the sheets. You strip your body of your clothes, rummaging through his drawers to find a shirt, throwing it over your form as you settle into the bed, senses overtaken by his scent that lingers on the pillows. Simon steps back into the room, eyes landing on your half-naked form,

“Comfy”

“Very,” you say, stretching your limbs over the mattress as you feel it dip from his weight. He lays back and you crawl over him, legs caging his hips as his arms secure themselves around your back, chin nuzzled into your neck.

You revel in his warmth as he places light kisses over the skin not covered by his shirt, making his way to nip at your neck eliciting a small moan from you. You crane your neck to bring your lips to his, kissing him softly as his hands move down to grab at your ass. Your kisses become feverish as you feel yourself grow needier, light pushing your lips against him, Simon moves to kiss along your jaw, lips settling under your ear.

“What do you want pretty girl”

“You, need you,” you say through gasps, grinding yourself down onto his hardening cock

“Need me to what”

“Need to feel you, need to feel your cock inside me”

“Atta girl” He grips your hips with bruising strength as he grinds you back and forth against him, your hands moving to plant on his chest as your clit catches on the fabric of his boxers.

He moves you at a brutal pace and you can feel the arousal pooling in your lower stomach.

“Soakin’ me already baby, you gonna cum just from grinding on me”

You bite your lip, nodding as the sensation takes over your body, your legs tensing as you dig your nails into his flesh, your slick leaking from your orgasm, soaking through your panties onto his hard length.

He lifts you off him, pulling his boxers down, his throbbing length slapping at the skin of his lower abdomen.

“Wanna ride you” you say breathlessly as Simon smirks.

You push yourself up, lining his cock up with your weeping cunt before settling down on him, taking him slowly, gasping at the stretch. His hands grab at your shirt, lifting it over your head before his lips move to kiss at your breasts, tongue teasing over your hard nipple as your fingers rest on his shoulders stabilizing you. Once you settled you begin bouncing slowly up and down his cock, your juices leaking down pooling at the base, and coating his pubic hair. He leans back, hands on your hips encouraging you to continue, he thrusts up abruptly, forcing your body forward, hands planting on his firm chest and you continue to ride him, the friction from his pubes hitting just the right spot that you’re able to grind your clit against him

“That’s right pretty girl, use me, make yourself cum on my cock”

You lean down to kiss him and his arms wrap around your back, holding you to him as he plants his feet against the mattress and begins thrusting up into you at a brutal pace, your head falls to his neck as choked sobs escape your lips. You bite down on the meat of his shoulder, hands grasping at the sheets as he continues to fuck you.

“Fuck - look at me, wanna see you when you make a mess all over my cock”

You arch your back, head coming to rest against his forehead as you stare down at him, your jaw’s fallen open, strings of moans escaping as he reaches to kiss you, forcing his tongue into your mouth as he continues his assault on your pussy.

“Fuck, m’gonna cum”

“That’s right, good girl, wanna feel you squeeze me”

He latches his lips to yours, swallowing the moans that come from your orgasm, fucking you through it at a brutal pace as he chases his own high.

“Fuck you feel so good, so tight” He groans eyes locking onto where your bodies meet, mesmerized at the sight of your pussy swallowing his large cock. You dig your nails into his shoulders as he grips tightly around you, thrusting a few more times until he lets out a loud moan and you feel your pussy being filled by his warm seed, pumping a few more times, letting you milk him dry as your foreheads come into contact again, the two of you rest against each other trying to catch your breath, he places a kiss to your lips before slowly rolling you over onto your side, holding you tight to his chest where you plant kisses over his scars.

You fall asleep quickly, your body tired and mind quiet at the sensation of Simon's breaths against your cheek, he listens to your breathing, his own mind racing with thoughts. He had followed your ex from your flat, conveniently walking down the street near the pub as Simon invited him in for a drink and a chat, Alex had obliged entering the doors before Simon locked them and wrapped his arms around his neck effectively incapacitating Alex, he wasn’t thinking, all he could feel was his anger, he hated him for hurting you, hating the fact that he had even been able to touch you even more, you were his, no one would touch you except him. He had dragged Alex’s body up the short flight of stairs into his flat, positioning him near the bathroom, giving him time to wake up before continuing his assault, he wanted him to feel every hit, every bruise and ache that would remind him not to go near you, Simon landed blow after blow to his body, blood spitting from his mouth pooling under his head. He didn’t mean to kill him, but somewhere along the way, his sight turned black, his fists moving on their own accord coming into contact with Alex’s head.

Simon stood back, catching his breath now fully aware of what he had done, ignorant to your presence downstairs he grabbed the body leaving it in the bathtub, he would come back later when his head was clear to clean up.

When he finally returned upstairs later he knew he had to be quick, wrapping the body and tossing it out the window into the alley behind, he knew the routine of the sanitation workers, he had enough time to take you home and come back to responsibly dispose of your ex so that no one would know it was him. What he didn’t account for was you, standing in his flat as his hands were wet with soapy water from cleaning the blood off the floor, he panicked, he couldn’t lie to you, he wanted you to trust him, but his instinct to protect you from who he really was took over.

He never planned on giving you his tags, but seeing the smile on your face after he put them on you he can’t picture you without them, a chain around your neck with his name, a visible marker to let him know that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

He couldn’t sleep, even with the comfort of your body next to his, he had to clean up before you noticed anything. Carefully he removed himself from your arms, watching the way you tucked into yourself at the loss of warmth, he made his way over to the window to look upon the corpse, devising a plan that would allow him to get rid of it only for his eyes to focus on an empty alley.

The body was gone?

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Blackwater XVII

Raiting: 18+

Warnings: drama, street fights, violence, smut.

A/N: I'm on time and with a long chapter, more drama than usual and a touch of smut that always serves as moral support, just saying

Sitting at one of the tables of the empty fancy restaurant where their meeting had taken place, Y/N had seen them leave as they had arrived, with their business suits, documents and a couple of nods instead of shaking hands. Roman didn't like those people, she felt it and she didn't like them either to be honest. She had stayed on the sidelines watching them talk from the terrace overlooking the bay, with a glass of rosé that she hadn't drunk, away, so that they wouldn't pay attention to her, she hadn't heard, but she had seen enough. They had used the border moved to the south as an excuse, of course, but she had grown up learning to see beyond lies, sensing intentions behind the façade of good men. The border was the beginning, everything else was what they were aiming for, they were laying foundations to bring him down and they would have done so, at the slightest sign of failure.

Vultures.

Something inside her stomach had turned, she felt nausea in her mouth and the pure instinct to drag him away from there, immediately, far away from those political speeches full of respect, home maybe, in their reserve, safe from everything and everyone. Her she-wolf would have done it, but Y/N stood seated, letting Paul handle that circus of leeches and ties, only gifting one of those men an heavy look when he seemed to notice her for a moment. She stood there, observing as Roman had also done, without scenes that could put his alpha role in more problems, until everything was over and he had joined her again.

She had read annoyance and tension on his face, felt the stress through their bond and her hand had left the glass, keeping him anchored to her for a moment, face pressed into his beard, while he breathed in her scent covering her body with his own shadow.

- Wait for me here a little longer, I'll be right back and we'll leave – he whispered in her ear, leaving a kiss on her forehead and making her smile.

When he pulled away from her he seemed less rigid, but it lasted just long enough for his brown eyes to look back inside. Paul stood with the phone in his hand in the dim light of the restaurant and the same happened to her smile. She saw both of them disappear this time, quickly, into one of the private rooms and she went back to the glass, drinking finally the rosé to get rid of the bitterness in her mouth.

She didn't want to get carried away by suspicions or give free rein to her she-wolf and mood swings, but she really had the impression that that whole thing was getting worse hour after hour. Meetings, phone calls, even that apparent calm over the whole city and around them, as if everything would implode at any moment, an endless series of red flags in front of her. It was bad, the kind of atmosphere that awakened her instincts and told her to move away. Instinct had helped Y/N more times than necessary growing up alone, always on the road, but now it wasn't the right time. She had something to support, home, family, and the time she spent watching those false good men claim at their expense had made Y/N realize what her priority really was.

After refilling her glass she let out a heavy breath, mind racing, eyes focused on the sparkling wine with its little bubbles popping one after the other as was happening to everything around her. A distant noise reached her while she was still there alone and her gaze moved from the table to the stairs leading back to the parking lot.

Down there, her inner wolf warned, as more noises were added and Y/N put the glass down.

She was absolutely certain that those men had left, wind coming from the bay was already cleaning the smell of their aftershave and ironed suits, but there was someone else besides Solo down there and as soon as Y/N understood, she immediately stood up, leaving the terrace once and for all.

- Uce, we're not here for you, Solo! Calm down! – she heard more clearly, as she went down, another thump like a body slamming and only when she reached the short driveway next to the parking lot she saw them.

Jey had ended up against a car parked in front of a service door, Solo pressed against him in an attempt to attack him, Jimmy holding his torso by the shoulders to prevent who knows what.

She hadn't seen them for too long and despite everything, she looked them from head to toe trying to know if they were okay, if there were marks or cuts on them too as on Roman. None of them immediately noticed that she was there, keeping to fight from side to side, until Solo smashed his fist into the bodywork of another car and they both took opportunity to slam him into the car, trying to put space and breath.

- How much longer do yall have?! Is there a second round or what huh? – she called them before they started again, sounding like a mother scolding her kids and all three of their heads lifted up, looking with big eyes.

She saw Solo straighten up, move in her direction to anticipate something that would never happen, but her eyes didn't stay on him too long, quickly landing on Jimmy who already had one hand in the air.

- Y/N listen- he started and finished.

- I'm listening, bet it and I'm hearing you guys fighting like it's your backyard.

Whatever they had in mind was bullshit. They were grown ass men, brothers who should have been thinking and instead they were arguing in a restaurant’s parking lot acting like rabid puppies in the mud, it was ridiculous, stupid and shameful. Their family had enough problems to deal with, serious problems and they were there, bickering and making things worse, wallowing in an argument that shouldn't have even existed and they started with "listen" as if she was the one making a scene, oh, she had heard and seen enough already!

- Please Y/N – Jey stepped forward, his jacket twist, the face of someone who needed a real break.

He wasn't hurt, he had no visible signs, but he still looked worse than his two brothers and seeing him in that state made her frown. They shouldn't have been at that point.

- Please what?

- Stay out of this, we didn't come for yo either… we here for him, no one is coming for yall, you have nothing to do with this.

Him.

No way.

They wanted him. They had come there for him. She had to stay out of it.

She gritted her teeth, stifling the menacing growl that had risen in her throat, hands tingling at the memory of his blood, in their home, chest suddenly heavy.

They kept repeating it, they didn’t want her around when she was already there. They had told her that they were all a big family, they had treated her as part of their family and after she believed them she was no longer accepted, now she had to step aside, stand, watch and what then? She hadn't asked to be Roman's mate, she had never even looked for him in her whole life, but she actually was, now they were together and she didn't want to step aside anymore, she didn't want to lose anything anymore, she didn't want to lose him and that request, after being dropped in out of the blue, didn't sound good.

- You won't see anyone like this - she stated deadly serious and Jey immediately became nervous, turning in circles to control his mood, while Solo clenched his fists, aiming at him as if he was an enemy who had to be defeated.

Y/N saw Jimmy trying to reach out to stop him, hold him back, but he wriggled away without a second thought, heavy eyes, pacing along an imaginary line like a caged animal.

- Y/N we have nothing against you. We have to see him, he has to listen to me now, him, not you. You have nothing to do with it, you’re out of this mess, I need you to stay out of this, we care about you - he was flustered, conflicted, he was physically struggling to control himself, was clear and she didn't like that attitude at all.

- For real Y/N listen, stay here, both you and Solo, we'll explain everything as soon as- Jimmy tried in his place, taking a step in her direction unlike him and Y/N glared at him.

- I'll explain something to you two, because it's obviously not clear in your minds. Don't tell me where I should stay or what I should do, don't dare you – she warned, hearing Solo blow a threat from his nose.

- Y/N please, you have nothing to do with this shit, she doesn't have anything to do with it, not like this Uce, she shouldn't be here – Jey kept babbling, also taking it out on Jimmy, when he seemed to give up on every attempt to convince her to let them do it for the umpteenth time.

Exasperated, she approached them in the parking lot with every intention of personally putting them back in line, while they were ranting about who knows what among themselves.

- I have nothing to do with it? I've been trying to help y’all hot heads solve this stupid thing from the beginning.

- There's nothing stupid Y/N! – Jey snapped though, as if that single comment was enough to flip his switch and Y/N froze – it's not nonsense anymore, not since he decided to take it to these levels! We're trying to do what he didn't do, I don't want you to end up in this shit like my boys, you have nothing to do with it, that's not how they raised us! Step aside, I'm begging you! – he blurted out, leaning forward as if he had been punch in his stomach, looking straight at her for the first time even though his brother kept whispering in his ears that he had to let it go.

She stared at him in silence, taken aback by the way he was begging her, by the pain she felt on him and something inside her clenched in empathy. Jey was a hothead, but that reaction was too much even for him. She had the sudden feeling that they were fighting an enemy she couldn't see, something she didn't yet understand, but she had no time to ask or speak when Roman's aura hit them from not far away. A couple of seconds of panic, confusion and then rage, uncontrolled, furious behind her.

- Stay the hell away from her! Move, now! – his growl, mad, deep, seemed to echo throughout the entire place and Y/N turned just in time to see him storm down from the stairs, marching against Jey.

She saw his eyes change even though he was still in his human body, teeth menacing, veins popping out as he passed her, and the air around him thick, heavy. Even once there he didn't slow down and she instinctively reached out, trying to hold him, keep him close but it was useless and Y/N saw him pass her without half a glance, reach that invisible line and pass over it, to go straight to Jey’s face.

- We were not touching her, no one was hurting her, we would never do that, she’s family – Jey quickly assured, shaking his head as if Roman's presence had crept inside, threatening to make it explode.

Something in him had triggered just by seeing him, another kind of tension and despite everything Y/N watched him look away, avoid staring at her again, stagger along that line on which Roman had positioned himself with authority, suffocating his frustration to show that he hadn't had no bad intentions against her. Neither him nor Jimmy would ever lay a finger on her, she was certain of it even if moods had heated up, but Roman didn't seem so and it was pretty clear from the way he had curled his mouth.

- And I should believe it? Believe you? - he growled again, looking at him from the few inches that separated them with disgust - I had your word that you would watch my back, I trusted you and look how it ended. Again. I give you another chance and you repay me like this Jey? Wasn't enough for you the first time?

She had only heard stories of that first time, confused, among other conversations, ended quickly so as not to have to keep the door of memories open for too long. It was something that no one in the family liked to talk about, a kind of trauma from which you cannot heal and she didn't need details to understand that it had been more serious and indelible than they pretended, she just had to look at them now, facing each other as if they were ready for war. She had never asked questions, she hadn't tried, but she knew. Whatever had happened back then, it hadn't been resolved, not completely, for any of them even though they had pretended it was that way for years and when Jimmy stepped forward, Y/N realized there was no room to pretend anymore.

- It was not him who kicked you in that face, it was me and I would do it again now after what you did.

He's not Jey. Stop them. He'll hurt him.

- Now you running your mouth?! – an ironic laugh to humiliate him - bullshit must have burned even that little brain you had, I didn't start it and I'm not doing anything even now – and annoyance erasing it, to make him serious again and push Jey to straighten up, quick, to keep them separate.

- You throw the boys in, they had nothing to do with it. Let em out of this story, was just between us, they love you, we love you too Uce, it shouldn't have ended like this! Why you like this?! There was no need!

Frozen watching them go against each other, she frowned, speechless as she felt the two boys of Jey being pulled into the mix until Solo took her attention, walking to go and support Roman as his brothers were doing for each other.

They will throw hands. We're a pack. They dont have to.

- So is on me?! Am I the fall of our family, of yours Jey?! Is this what you want to tell yourself so you can step forward and get a chance to the top again, lil Jey?! Because I'm going easy on you. It was not me who lost the pack's land to those strays, it was not me who attacked at the border! Who made this mess? Who attacked first? Who's splitting their family in two because it's no longer enough where he's been keeping his ass all this time?! Talk! I asked you a question! – Roman's voice seemed to echo in her head, his rage, his anger growing uncontrolled and that dangerous, suffocating aura as he insisted on targeting Jey.

He wanted to break him, he wanted to make him give up, she felt it, he was pushing more and more even though Jey was shaking his head with hurted, body going back and forth in a neurotic tic, trying to avoid exploding and Jimmy put himself in front of his brother again, shielding him, raising his head without even a hint of the usual smile.

- You really like turning things around, don't you?! It's become a habit, but you can turn them around as much as you like, in the end the only one who’s destroying the family here is you - she heard him accuse heavily, sending back the same disgusted look and Roman twisted his mouth, offended, furious - you and those dumb ideas you keep in your head thanks to his games – he pointed and Y/N didn't need to turn around to understand who he was referring to, someone who preached those words every hour of every day – you demand respect and treat us like dogs, you say we are your blood and you don't even allow us to be near you, you want everyone to hang on your mouth like bitches and you don't listen to anyone. You're out of control and someone needs to stop you, once and for all dawg, we're not the problem!

He's not the problem. He’s not like that. They’re lying.

Jimmy's words rang in her head, an old memory of the days, months, when she had arrived there. The person he was talking about wasn't the one Y/N knew, it wasn't Roman, it was what she had tried to run from, who the world saw when Roman had that necklace on and a deal had to be solved at any cost, it wasn't the family man to whom she had grown fond. She knew it, they should too. They had grown up together, they knew him, they were like brothers.

A laugh, another, a bitter one and a hand scratching his dark beard in a nervous gesture through which she clearly read, that pearly, perfect smile, which clashed terribly with the situation they were in. She saw him turn, roll his shoulders and point at them, addressing her, after having ignored her until then to seek support in front of those accusations.

- What did I tell you?! I knew it, I knew it would happen, that they would justify themselves - he said, recalling the conversation they had had in the suv on the way there - they put everyone on risk attacking me, everything I have built for the bloodline, but they are the ones who want better for the family and I'm the monster!

Without him there probably it wouldn't have been any Bloodline territory, they wouldn't have had the lives they had, the possibilities and doors he had opened up, without him at the head of the pack none of them would have been the same person she had known. Others would have occupied his role, others would have taken advantage of what he claimed as a birthright for himself and his family, they would have arrived like hungry strays, destroying and building a world in which perhaps people would have continued to see them as savages, others ideals. Y/N knew he was right, that by putting him at risk everything would have collapsed, because she had seen everything in those men faces in that same place as soon as they smelled a crack and she had seen in the past her family destroyed after another crack.

And despite everything she couldn't conceive that Jey and Jimmy could risk so much for selfishness, for an argument, those accusations, all that mud...

- You're the one dragging everyone into your shit! You're the one putting us in danger! Solo was out of the loop until a while ago and what happened? You made so many people hate yo ass that they sent him to help and you've been taking advantage of him ever since! – Jimmy persisted, forcing him to turn around again, to glance at Solo who was next to him – and he’ll continue to do so Uce, until you stop being useful to him too and he finds someone else to manipulate!

He cannot be serious…

Y/N saw Solo eyes go from his brother to Roman, silently and if only for a moment, she was not the only one to see it, because Roman grew tenser, his face darker as he aimed at Jimmy this time, clenched fists.

- Solo knows his role, he knows what's best for everyone, unlike you two.

- Maybe your brainwashing is working for now, but you can bet we won't wait for you to drag our brother down with you! Neither him nor her – Jimmy suddenly pointed and Y/N stared at him with wide eyes, while Jey tugged at him, trying to stop him, to make him look away, pulling his arm down.

- Leave her out, no – he suddenly objected, his hands planted on his twin shoulder to push him away.

- You wanted to talk her, we'll talk to her now, right here – he said directly to him, his dark eyes never leaving her.

- Jimmy!

- Don't you dare

Jey's desperate call drowned out Roman's whisper, but everyone heard it anyway and Y/N finally managed to look away, to control, seeing him already with his head down aiming for Jimmy who showed no signs of wanting to shut up and even seemed satisfied with having found a weak point. A shiver ran down her spine as she suddenly felt the weight of their bond, his tense muscles, his will to hurt, while Paul tried to pull her away, mumbling something that she didn't listen, ears filled with the growl that came from Roman’s throat, bestial, terrifying.

He will snap. He’s not in control. He will snap.

- Where do you want me to start? – Jimmy pushed again, ignoring Jey, attracting her attention again – from us who had to improve her mood, what about the documents with your name, maybe the trial because you didn't want her to step out of your bubble or why not, from her house that you bought so she has nowhere to run away from you anymore?!

Every word hit her, taking something away from her, pushing her down towards that abyss that she thought she had left. It was like a cold shower, as if it had ripped away a part of her body that she hadn't known had and pain everywhere, one heartbeat less, an unpleasant shiver inside her bones, that fear that she had overcome present again. Her trust that trembled for a moment too long.

He’s a liar. He's lying to take him down with us. He’s lying to us.

Speechless, lost, she watched Jey tug him, push him away with a growl she didn't hear and turned to look for Roman, his expression unchanged.

He had promised to take care of her. He had given his word to her. They were mates, he would never have done those things to her. Not him, he was home. Jimmy was lying, to attack him, to hit him through her and it was so cruel, so senseless, him too was her family, her pack. Why was he saying those things if before she had been asked to stay out of it, why blame her too after all the attempts made to help him and his brother? She had the impression of witnessing everything from afar, a spectator in front of that crack that had now widened, causing everything to collapse: voices louder, Jey and Paul yelling, Solo growling with a mad face, Roman a few step away from her with that chilling expression.

- He cares about everyone the same, mate or not, we're fine as long as we do what the great tribal chief wants and when that doesn't happen it's over. He only cares about himself and what he can achieve! He just want something from you, wake u– Jimmy raged, speaking directly to her, but he barely had time to finish before a hand grabbed him.

And that sound, loud in her head like a thunder.

Who knows when in that brief moment, Roman had lashed out, slamming him down without regard, squeezing his throat, crushing his face against the bodywork of a car. The thud of his head banging made her jump, and the chaos that was escalating all around her filled her ears, along with the growl that Roman was emitting. He was out of his mind, his chest pressed against Jimmy's shoulder with all his weight, his biceps bulging as his cousin gasped with wide eyes, the other hand pinning his arm behind and teeth exposed, sharp, ready to tear him to pieces there.

- I told you to shut your mouth bitch – he ordered, his alpha tone allowing no replies even if Jimmy was incapable of even coughing at that moment.

Paul tugged her arm, trying to convince her to move, perhaps turn so as not to watch, but she was incapable of looking away, of taking her attention away from Jimmy's liquid eyes seeking help, his only free hand moving at random, feet hitting the car wheel trying to move his body, kick maybe. She could smell his rising fear in the air, a shiver down her spine seeing him suffer a little too much, panic dirtying his reactions and despite what he said, Y/N broke free from Paul hold.

- Roman- she tried to call him, but Jey beat her to do so, holding onto Roman’s arm to stop him physically.

- Let him go!

His attempt was only partially successful, forcing Roman to change his grip, holding JImmy by the head and freeing the wrist with which he had held him down. His weight still prevented him from standing up straight, but Y/N watched him recover, breath, while Roman shifted his attention to his twin, pushing Jey away with a growl and a slap in the face.

Not like that. Not Jey, he loves Jey. Dont-

- Or what? Huh Jey? What?! Will you keep complaining? Because that's all you know to do! – he yelled at him furiously, while his cousin gritted his teeth in an attempt to bear his rage.

They were poised on a fragile balance, too much for their moods at that moment, she could feel it, see it and when Roman slammed Jimmy's head against the car again to make him stop shaking, even that thin thread that was still holding them together was cut. Jey sprinted exactly as he had done to her a few minutes before, but unlike what had happened with her, he didn't just stay behind any lines, putting aside all forms of respect to smash himself into Roman's side with more force than Y/N would have guessed. Although his cousin was physically bigger, that push was enough to pull Roman off Jimmy and throw him on the ground, causing her to freeze. A breath and Jey went on top of him, hitting without waiting, forcing him to raise his arms to block the quick blows to head, neck and belly, defending himself from an attack that once again he hadn't expected.

Stop them! Stop them!

Anxiety mixed with fear hit her, rapid, sudden like Solo who in a chain reaction also sprang forward, reaching them to pull Jey away, giving Roman time to breathe. He threw him away, onto the asphalt, making his brother roll against a car, crazy eyes towards his own blood and Jimmy who had finally caught his breath, charging him with a kick in the face before allowing the younger to attack again. Y/N saw his head snap to the side, his heavy body stagger until he rested his knee on the ground and Jey, once again on his feet, overcoming him to throw himself again at Roman who this time, grabbed him by the neck, choking him with a grimaces, in pain for the fists that were hitting him again. With Paul screaming like a slaughtered pig next to her, Y/N watched them attack each other with their teeth in full view and a blind rage that would lead them to rip each other's throats sooner than they imagined. One blow and another, without stopping, without regard for the blood they shared and which now flowed through their veins like sewer water. She clenched her fists, anger mounting, her heart tight in her throat and when Roman landed against a bin, touching his head again where she had seen it open just the day before, her body moved without thinking twice.

- Stop it, all of you! Enough! – she screamed mad, standing in front of him while he still struggled to stand upright, blocking Jey not far away with a warning growl and a pointed finger.

Jimmy tried to support him anyway, his face swollen and short of breath, but his brother frowned, one arm held in front of him to once again create that invisible line he always stood on. She saw Paul recover from the shock, grab Solo, stop him, to keep him from charging again and felt Roman putting his arm around her waist in the same attempt to get her out of the way.

- I want you two to go away, now and if I see one of you near my house or here again, I'll slap you personally – she warned them, standing her ground, pushing away Roman's hand as he tried to pull her back.

She had seen and heard enough.

- Y/N… don't do it… – Jey asked once more and Roman, behind her, answered by snapping his teeth in warning.

- Go away, as far away as you two can. I won't say it again – she ordered, as serious as she had ever been and in his dark eyes Y/N saw compassion as well as a reflection of herself, for an instant, before Jey turned around deciding to put an end to it.

***

He had grown up watching his dad and uncle going around the country trying to provide for the family, side by side, sweating blood to keep the tables full and roofs over their heads. He had listened to people talk behind their backs, seen the way they looked at them and how they both still kept their backs straight, proud of their efforts and what they meant to those who followed in their footsteps. Roman had never lacked for anything, but it had certainly not been a great life before, yet as he grew up, when it was his turn, his dad had spared him nothing. He had always pushed Roman further, he had always kept him with his feet on the ground, saying that he could do better, that he needed more to provide for everyone and all the speeches made had been indelible in his mind, in the choices he made: there was always a higher level to reach, hunger was omnipresent, nothing was enough.

His dad had been a big man, now he was slow, pale, he didn't go far from his small house in the suburbs, years took their toll, and yet every time they saw each other, even though Roman had to bend down to greet him, his eyes always looked at him from high. He loved him, his efforts had been a way to honor him, but that day, as had rarely happened in the past, those eyes were too much... especially after what had happened.

- Paul said you were having a talk – he remembered, running a hand over the white goatee he had had since Roman was just a kid.

His phone call had come at a bad time and the Wiseman had been clear, it hadn't been out of courtesy. Since he stopped traveling for business they had seen each other more times than usual and the fact that he seemed to care for Y/N like a daughter and she loved spending time with him too had only favored those family reunions. But that day was different, that day he had an extra wrinkle on his forehead, one that he knew and the ulafala around his neck, the same one that he had placed on Roman when the day had arrived. He was an elder, not his dad.

- A meeting. I'm sorting things out for the border. Its under control – he assured, even if there was still work to be done, because he had every intention of doing it and putting an end to the madness that all idiots out there hoping for his fall had put into their heads.

- Control is not a word you should use – his dad warned him and Roman took a breath to calm himself, struggling to find the right words.

He was the alpha, the head of the table, he didn't have to justify his actions, but the elders were the exception, they had always had the right to the last word in their pack, in the family, it was them who chose him for the role he had and he respected them. He just had to find a way to make his father understand once again that he wasn't exaggerating, that the power he had at his disposal also meant that he had to make tough choices.

- It was necessary to- he tried, but his dad silenced him raising a trembling hand.

- There are things that must stay separate. Its law, we taught you the law’s value, to honor it. I'm sure you remember and want laws to stay the same, especially now that you too can build a family of your own and may find yourself in the position others are in now.

Our pack.

He knew the laws. And he knew the risks of being at the top. His moves were always calculated to advance their legacy and secure their future, even when it was threatened from the inside. He had been patient, he was trying even now, sitting on a ridiculous chair in the living room of his father's house discussing the family future, while a sports program lit up the tv. He knew what he had done and he knew why he had done it, it wasn't instinct that guided him, but his head: the chaos that those two idiot had caused could have destroyed them all, could have put the entire family in danger, the future him and Y/N would build together, their legacy, he had chosen what was best. What he had done to punish them had not put their families at risk, it had been a warning to get them back in line and they still hadn't understood, they had destroyed the last chance they had. It wasn't him who had forgotten, it wasn't him who had done wrong.

- Jey asked to challenge you again – his dad said in a heavy voice, interrupting the silence between them and Roman stared at him in disbelief.

Jey had asked what? When and how was it possible?!

How did he dare…

- Jey can't ask for anything, the alpha talks to the elders, he's not- he exploded, anger building rapidly and vanishing at yet another look and nod from his father.

-He has permission – he announced dryly.

The weight of the room and humidity of the evening fell on him suddenly at those words and Roman found himself staring at the carpet under the coffee table as he had done too many times as a boy when his dad scolded him for having made something wrong.

He can't, he doesn't have the right, he can't.

Only the alpha had the honor of talking to the elders, of asking them for advice or support, he was the link between past and future, the protector and guardian, it was his privilege and no one else's. He was the alpha. They had chosen him, they had approved when years before him and Jey had clashed, under the tree he had in his backyard, in front of which he had built his house, they had put the ulafala around his neck, they had recognized his efforts, the sacrifice made for the sake of their family… he had done everything to get them to where they were, he hadn't let them down… why then? Why did they listen to him? Why were they willing to reconsider him for Jey?

Confused, he met his father's gaze, the same eyes that had looked at him with admiration that day and now stared at him with disappointment and regret.

- Everyone's? – he demanded to know, already feeling his head explode.

It was his family. They couldn't all be against him. Not them too, not his father too.

- Whats happening is not tolerable, son. Get ready, I taught you better – he ended, avoiding saying anything else to go back watching the TV with an all-too-serious expression.

And Roman knew there was nothing left for him to say.

For a long moment he stand there, looking at him, his tanned skin that under the screen light had that unnatural color and all the traces that time had left. His shirt full of flowers, as if he was still on the islands where he was born, which he had told him about continuously for decades. His weak body, now used to living in that cheap armchair, to the peaceful life that Roman was guaranteeing to all of them. He loved his dad, he respected the elders, but he was wrong, they were all wrong and he would prove it to them once again.

He stood up with growing frustration, silently greeting him with a nod that received no response, leaving him there, in front of his TV with the ulafala still around his neck.

***

There was no way to change things at that point. In another moment she probably would have shifted, she would have run as far as she could, maybe in the heart of the Blackwater reserve, but giving control to her wolf would not have made her feel better and would not have erased Jimmy's accusations for her mind. After everything she had been through, all the chaos, telling her that everything around her could be a giant lie... nothing more than a trick to manipulate her, out of a thirst for control, had hurt and Y/N still couldn't find a explanation to give herself peace even after hours. Roman had warned her and she had continued to keep her guard down, hoping to be able to put a band-aid on a wound that had never stopped bleeding. She couldn't believe that Jimmy and Jey had gone to that point, yet the accusations, the looks full of hate, resentment, echoed in her mind. She didn't want to or couldn't believe it was the other way around though, not after everything her and Roman had gone through together. Jimmy had described an alpha that had been willing to do anything for the necklace placed around his neck, someone she had tenaciously rejected when she arrived there. However, Roman had proven himself to be someone else with her, he had done anything to prove it. That person wasn't the man who had taken her out every day or night for months to learn every detail of her life before him, he wasn't the one who watched over her while she slept, who showered her with unnecessary attention and listened to her every word, who couldn't take his eyes off her as if she was the most important thing in the world, who only let his guard down with her.

Something inside her had clicked watching them fight in that parking lot, something inside her had taken control. She had not been able to stand by and watch impartially, it had been a visceral, desperate, furious impulse that had brought back old memories: her mama had done the same that day, she had chosen her unknowed mate, not Y/N’s dad and her choice had changed everything forever. She would have liked to blame her wolf, the increasingly frequent mood swings, but the truth was that the human part of her had also made a choice when she saw Roman on the ground. With cold blood and without scruples Y/N had followed the bond, she had chosen his side, also turning against someone else who she really loved. Now there was no plan b, no alternative, it was really just her and him.

With a heavy breath, she gazed out the window at the suv parked in the driveway since he returned from whatever meeting he'd had after they'd split up, deciding to go look for him wherever he was out there. He hadn't set foot in the house and when Y/N finally found him, following a trail of his scent to the backyard, his gaze was glued to the huge magnolia tree visible from their bedroom, hands hidden in his pockets.

He needs us by his side. He's our mate. We are bond.

He was as if frozen and although Y/N couldn't see the expression on his face, she physically felt, inside herself, the weight of everything and the effort with which he stubbornly stood. He couldn't give in or go back, none of them really could anymore.

- It's starting to get cold… �� she said, cautiously stretching out her hands and ending up wrapping her arms around him, curling up against his back – I gotchu.

Home.

She felt the calm of the Blackwater reserve descend on both of them, that sense of security that she had only felt with him after too long, the mind quieting from the chaos they were experiencing, before he decided to speak, voice hoarse.

- You did it- she heard him acknowledge, without moving.

Y/N was burdened by the choice she had taken, she had never wanted them to come to that point, she loved the twins no matter what, but she would not step aside, not even after watching what had happened when Roman had lost controll. She wasn't afraid, she wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty for a reason and she didn't regret her words, her fears were different and protecting what was between her and Roman meant preventing them from come true.

- I made you a promise. We'll make it together, we'll have each others, you said it first – she repeated seriously – I can get dolled up every single day since is that what is expected from me as your mate, but I'll bite with heels on if things get bad – she added and finally saw Roman turn around, his eyes fixed on her.

She knew he didn’t like it, she felt it, convincing him to let her have a role, a real role that was out of his comfort zone seemed like the most difficult task of their relationship, but unexpectedly Y/N only saw him raising his hand to cup her cheek.

- Would you do it again? – he asked unexpectedly calm, running his thumb over her soft caramel skin and she did the same on his shirt, retracing the places where they had hit him – like today?

- You would step in and do the same for me, yes

Those words weighed on her tongue like condemnations. No one had ever done anything for her, no one had ever really been on her side except her father and the bloodline. Roman repeated it continuously, without stopping and she trusted, really trusted him in what they built together day after day. In the parking lot she had only outpaced him, life had put her in a corner, showing her what was true, but that kind of loyalty was reciprocated, she believed him. They were mates for a reason.

His hands moved immediately, sliding along her neck, to that spot that wouldn't stop calling him. A shiver ran across her skin as she saw his brown eyes fix there with far too much concentration, his solid grip tightened and she held her breath, clinging to his shirt.

- You have no idea what I would be capable of to keep everything – she heard him said, his voice velvety as he uttered what sounded like a threat against the world.

Y/N knew that side of him, she had glimpsed it several times: when they had met for the first time and she had tried to run away, after the trial, the morning he came back from the border, that afternoon in the parking lot against his cousins. It was what she didn't want to see, what Jimmy had perhaps talked about, but she knew that wasn't all, it was the burdens and difficulties that brought him to that point. It was up to her just to ease his thoughts a little, to make him understand that it wasn't necessary, not always, not when it was just them.

- Not here though, not today, right? – she whispered, stretching into his arms, to distract him.

His eyes moved from her hot spot to her face, sliding to her mouth and then into her gaze, when Y/N rested her eyes on him, biting his bottom lip softly to coax him. She held them on him, tasting his hot breath, clinging to his body as it seemed to push away the cool evening air and felt him answer quickly, holding her pressed against his torso. One of his hands trailed down her arm, feeling her back still tight in the red dress she hadn't taken off and further down, on her round hip he always clung to. His tongue removed from her mouth the heavy taste of promises and choices of that long day, soft, fat and she let out a moan, feeling him discreetly take control of her, moving it against her cheeks and the roof of her mouth. Almost climbing on top of him, Y/N clung to his neck, catching her breath after a long moment and immediately feeling him breath against her sensitive ear as she scratched the back of his neck and fumbled, back now pressed against the tree's trunk.

-Mine – he growl low, rough, his skin against her, ripping a beat from her heart caught in her throat and made her stomach vibrate.

His hot tongue licked her earlobe, all the way down her jugular, to her exposed collarbone and she crouched, digging her nails in, holding back the moan her wolf cried to let go.

She wanted it, she wanted to be marked as desperately as him, and yet the human part of Y/N still couldn't. Everything, but not that, not yet, not when she needed to be near him and keep a clear head. Getting marked would cause her hormones to skyrocket and she already struggled to keep them at bay normally, she didn't need to go into heat when he was fighting a war in the family and at the border.

- Tell me what I can do… i want to help - she tried, feeling his firm grip on her hips, searching his eyes again, leaving another sloppy kiss on his full lips.

Roman looked at her with an already lust gaze, recklessly licking the taste of her from his mouth and his fingers became a little more domineering, digging into Y/N’s flesh through her dress.

- Turn around, hands on the tree – he ordered, forgetting yet another attempt and despite being what she also wanted at that moment, Y/N stared at him confused.

- Here?

She had no problem doing it in unconventional places, especially not with him, but she had the feeling that he had a very specific thought in his head that had little to do with his hard-on. And despite everything, when she saw him take off his jacket to be left with only his shirt, handing it to her so that she could lean on it, Y/N nodded, pressing herself against the trunk, while he rolled the dress around her hips to remove her lingerie. She saw that piece of fabric fall carelessly onto the grass and felt the air pinch her sensitive, heated skin, just before Roman ran a finger over her pussy, stroking slowly to feel her wetness. She moaned without holding back, her arousal growing uncontrollably, body too quickly softening and watering under his attentions, bending as soon as she felt the intrusion of his big hand.

-Here – he echoed, bending down to place a kiss on her bare shoulder, fingers already working her furiously, too quickly since the beginning – Its all… mine. I can do whatever I wanna do whenever I wanna do.

His call made her mewl as much as feeling his erection slam against her ass, tense, hot, his fingertips pressed tenaciously to that spot just beyond her spongy curve that he always found, even in the middle of the backyard. She closed her eyes, sinking into the darkness of her head, hearing the sounds of the forest mix with the slimy sound of her own body and Roman's heartbeat which sprinted angrily, releasing all the frustration that was smoldering inside him.

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FALLOUT (TV SERIES, 2024): Episode Eight Feel free to edit the sentences, places, pronouns, etc, as you need. NSFW TW: Mentions of violence

“Find me.”

“The locals put up a fight, but so did we.”

“He’s dead.”

“This is not the first time a [Brother] in your company has fallen into misfortune, is it?”

“I fear you lied then. Just as you lie now.”

“Don’t kill me and I can lead you to it.”

“I can help you.”

“My injury was my own doing, not theirs.”

“Such a display of loyalty, don’t see that much anymore.”

“They died running.”

“[The Brotherhood] has lost its way.”

“And yet power is taken, not given. A lesson you seemed to have learned.”

“Your entire life you’ve been looking for a home. Build one with me.”

“Well, thank you for the ride.”

“Join us. It’s my turn to host, isn’t it?”

“I’ve had a lot of time to think about this moment. You wouldn’t believe the things that went through my head.”

“Guess I was gonna, walk in here and blow everyone up.”

“But, it’s not really how I was raised.”

“Now, please, give me them back.”

“Time is the apex predator.”

“You’ll never find out. Uhp. [Pronoun]’s gunna find out.”

“How can you guarantee results?”

“By dropping the bombs ourselves.”

“But this is our chance to make war obsolete.”

“We have conflict, and we have war. And war, well, war never changes.”

“He never told you where he’s really from, when he’s from.”

“Wait, [name], they’re sending you?”

“Punishment for what I did to myself.”

“I had no idea they’d blame you for it… I’m sorry.”

“And he burned that city to the ground.”

“I think you know.”

“[Name], they’re lying to you.”

“You can’t go home, [name]. Not with what you’ve learned.”

“So you’re just - you’re just gonna keep me here?”

“I did what was necessary to save our people.”

“You’ve seen what it’s like here. Everyone equally afraid, equally miserable. Forced to do horrible things to survive. I had to make a choice.”

“I believe, I know I made the right choice.”

“If the problem with the world is factions endlessly fighting, endlessly at war, then what is the solution but to get rid of the factions? To make the world us, ours to shape?”

“I’ll bet that outfit makes y’all feel like a big man, don’t it?”

“I wonder if they fixed that in this new model? I guess not.”

“Did you get them?”

“I can’t see shit.”

“Find that fucking [ghoul].” “Open the door, [name], open the door and let’s go home.”

“You see what this place does to people?”

“You came all this way for me.”

“You’re not gonna hurt me.”

“Now, I’ve waited over [200] years to ask somebody one question.”

“War never changes.”

“You look out at this wasteland, looks like chaos. But, there’s always somebody behind the wheel, and that’s who I want to talk to.”

“Well, it’s easier to track a stuck pig than to ask where it’s off to.”

“You wanna know how I know [person], don’t you?”

“Let’s just say that everything about your whole little world was decided [over 200] years ago.”

“Now, you can stay here with him... Or you can come meet your makers.”

“You comin?”

“Hey, get up…”

“I’ll find you.”

“Okey-dokey.”

“We did it, [name].”

“What do you suppose your [Brotherhood] would do with infinite power?”

“Maybe you can stop them. Maybe you can’t. Maybe all you can do is try.”

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Death's In Love With Us

Hwang Yang-jung x reader

🔞 MDNI Warnings: physical abuse, domestic violence, mentions of alcohol, mentions of bdsm

word count: 3166 🖋️ Authors note: I'm not a professional writer, nor a rookie one tbh, I have no idea what I'm doing. English is not my first language. Ignore the banner, it's a result of playing on my phone while daydreaming about our sweet ahjussi. 🖋️

POV: You broke up with your abusive boyfriend a year ago. Despite all attempts to get your life back together, you can't get rid of your ex, who still harasses you any chance he gets. One day, walking home from work, you spot him waiting in front of your apartment so you decide to walk into a sushi restaurant nearby (run by your friend Hwang Yang-jung) before he sees you.

"Good afternoon" - you greet politely, bowing your head slightly in front of the two men working behind the bar, and walk straight to the table. Surprisingly, there were no guests at all. Looking around the empty place you take a seat.

Yang-jung looks up from his cutting board as a smile spreads across his face.

"I didn't expect you here this early." - he’s just finished filleting, washing his hands.

"I know, I stopped by to see you and say hi." - you tried to hide your exhaustion and irritation behind a kind tone and a soft smile. After all, you promised yourself a better life, a normal life.

"Tea?" - he asked lovingly. Both Yang-jung and his sous chef Min-dong knew you well, you've been a regular ever since you've moved to the neighbourhood last year.

"A beer would be better, but okay … " - you answer playfully.

"Slow down sailor, we still have evening to cover" - Yang-jung was somehow particularly in a good mood.

“Fine! After you guys finish-”, you made drinking gestures with your hands. Yang-jung smirked at your words.

“Actually, I’m skipping tonight” - Min-dong added, preparing the tea for you.

“Wow, ditching us already, it must be a girl, hmm?” - you started teasing.

“Yeah, yeah, I'm going on a blind date, no big deal.” - he answered and his cheeks blushed, somewhat unusual for such a tall muscular young man.

“So it's just us? That's practically a date too!” - you turned to Yang-jung, winking at him.

He smirked again, shaking his head slightly, already used to your teasing comments. Yang-jung tried his best not to cross any lines when it came to you. You were young enough to be his daughter, and he reminded himself of that fact as many times as necessary since your flirtatious nature made the lines blur quite often.

"Dates don't usually end with one side carrying another home unconscious." - Min-dong spoke fluent sarcasm, where is this bravery coming from all of a sudden?

“A girl gets drunk once! Once!” - you insisted.

“Yeah, except you get drunk every time.” - Min-dong was speaking facts. But you never could drink a lot anyways. Two drinks were enough to lose your balance completely.

You scoffed. “Seriously, oppa, that's just mean...”

The guys laughed, amused by your annoyance.

“Light up, will you? I'd carry you to the end of the world if necessary.” - Yung-jung added casually, serving you a cup of hot tea. You didn't take his words too seriously, he didn't mean it like that after all, but your heart still fluttered to the thought of this charming man handling you in more than just a friendly way.

“Well, that's my cue. Cucumber rolls?” - Min-dong stood up and went behind the bar, feeling awfully uncomfortable by the sudden change of atmosphere.

“Please!” - you asked with a huge grin on your face.

“At least eat some fish. You'll turn into a cucumber roll one of these days if you keep this up.” - Yang-jung wasn't particularly fond of your food choices and he couldn't hide it.

“God, I hope so, maybe you'd take me more seriously then.” - you grinned.

Yung-jung just chuckled quietly at your silly remarks, not taking his eyes off you. It made you shy, the way he looked at you, and you hated the feeling of endless comfort when you were around this man. Or so you kept telling yourself. The truth was, you knew you were too young and didn't even stand a chance with him, no matter how much it tickled your thought.

“So, what's on your heart?” - Yang-jung asked as if seeing right thru you. He never seemed to beat around the bush anyways.

Hesitating, you answered, “I just escaped the king of assholes waiting in front of my apartment.”

Yang-jung raised his eyebrows. “Your ex again? What is it, third time this week?”

“God, sometimes I wish I could fuck up all of his limbs for good.” - you murmured. Memories of the night of your breakup triggered some insane bloodthirst in you, feelings you'd never known of before you got involved with your ex. You didn't feel like drinking the tea anymore, nor eating your rolls, your whole body trembled from the inside as your blood started to boil. Yang-jung knew the expression on your face very well, he silently inspected your reactions as you put all your strength into not letting your rage reach the surface.

“I feel you haven't told me the entire story at all.” - he stood up and walked to the window in the back. He saw a man in his 40s standing in front of the entrance of your building. He didn't look particularly dangerous, nor very muscular, but he wasn't a small guy either. Shaved head, 85 kg, 1.8 m, fairly strong arms and legs, broad shoulders, casual clothes. Something about the look in his eyes didn't feel right to Yang-jung. Finally he asked, "Is he into martial arts?"

"Taekwondo, black belt, first Dan."

Yang-jung smirked, still looking at him. "Knees and hips are his weak spot."

His cold remark went somewhat unnoticed by you.

He turned away from the window and smiled gently, "Care to tell me how you got yourself in this situation?"

Both chefs were now looking directly at you. Min-dong finished your cucumber rolls, served them and walked to the room in the back of the restaurant, leaving the two of you alone.

You sighed deeply. Awful tingles spread across your body almost momentarily, like hundreds of tiny bats swarming all over you, biting even into your palms. Your whole body was screaming on the inside.

Fuck! Here we go... Pity party time! So young and so ruined. All he's gonna see in me from now on are my past mistakes.

No, no, he doesn't need to know the full story, just tell him what you're dealing with.

Lump in your throat grew with each breath you took.

"Okay, take a seat, let's talk."

Reader x ex boyfriend flashback

Your mind wandered, thinking about the countless times your ex prepared you the most horrible surprises. All those times he'd come home drunk and aggressive, slamming you into the wall as soon as he passed thru the door, squeezing your neck until you almost passed out, cursing at you, threatening, calling you names, using his strength to pin you down for god knows what reason. Every time he laid his hands on your body it hurt, taking caution not to leave bruises on any visible parts of your body. It got unbearable by the end. The more you feared him the more he enjoyed it, the more you cried, the more manic he was. Blaming yourself for ever telling him about your sexual fantasies along with feeling disgusted by yourself was a part of your everyday life until the very end of your relationship. He used it against you first chance he got. What started as a healthy exploration of consensual rough foreplay with a hint of rookie bondage, ended up as an abuser-victim hell of a situation you didn't know how to escape from. Your fight or flight response messed up your brain chemistry as each day passed and you no longer knew if that's even love or if you despised him with your entire being. He always found a way to make you stay, he even begged you on his knees not to leave him, swearing on his mom he never meant you no harm. It was a never ending circle of shit show. Even after you finally left his place for good, he kept finding ways to get in contact with you. Finding out where you live was an easy task for a twisted person like him. "I see everything, I know everything", those were the words he repeated so often while you were dating, as if giving verbal spankings, using any chance he got to feed you a dose of fear and insanity. Everything you did for him was always out of love and kindness, thinking if only you could be the best version of yourself, he'll be good to you. But he never was good to you, his actions never made sense and you never understood the reasons behind those words. He knew about every step you took, nevertheless, few of his paranoias followed him and echoed louder and louder in his mind, as his cycles of insanity were on the periodical rise and fall. He rambled about possibilities of you dumping him quite often, crying over himself, trying to make you feel sorry for him. He talked about his boss's employees constantly checking up on his location. He even tried convincing you how they spy on him during his lunch breaks. His delusions drove him to believe he's some sort of a public officer, or an intelligence agency employee with a task to be alert at all times, when in fact he was nothing more than a secretary working at a private real-estate agency. Soon, after the honey moon phase ended, you realized his whole persona was a big lie, that's also when the first troubles started, but it was all to late for you to leave, you were already in too deep. Your inexperience was exploited for the first time. Welcome to the real world, honey. Well, it took you long before you started getting up on your own feet, and you found a way to navigate thru his cycles of insanity. You took your time and learned all you could, only to find out he's been living multiple lives all along. The only thing he didn't lie about was in fact his black belt in taekwondo and that he was a divorcee. The last time he threatened you with physical force was the night you left him for good.

"I'm not as clueless as you think I am." - you hissed as he held you by the throat. His bloody eyes were filled with rage and his breath smelled like alcohol.

"One wrong move and you'll end up behind the bars. My family knows where I am, and don't think I won't walk straight to the police if you leave so much as a mark on me. I dare you." - your whole body trembled of adrenaline rush but your mind worked fast.

"Well, well, look at you all brave, who would've thought you'd turn into such a snake, finally showing your real face, huh-"

"I couldn't care less even if you snapped my neck this instant." you laughed, slowly losing every touch with sanity.

"You lose either way. Or did you forget?" - your laughter grew louder as he stared at you in horror, not knowing how to react. He had you by the weakest spot yet the look in your eyes was telling a completely different story. He never saw you acting like this, his blood froze.

"Your black belt", you spoke thru laughter on the verge of a mental breakdown, "your black belt is treated as a cold weapon in the eyes of the law."

Despite hating yourself as much as you hated him, the thought of this abusive bastard ending up behind the bars for cold blooded murder sent an unusual shot of satisfaction thru your entire body. You knew he never had it in him though. He was a coward on all levels and this round was yours. A solid threat works like a charm on scumbags like him who are usually scared of their own shadow. It was written all across his face that he's finally cornered. Any chance for him to plot a sadistic revenge on the only woman who was ever kind and loving to him was completely lost. You didn't know if he'd slam your head onto the kitchen counter or not, but you could feel his hand trembling. Your laughter echoed thru the kitchen as his grip became weaker and weaker, an expression of misery and regret spread across his face. He feared you. For the first time ever, he stood in front of you, completely falling apart.

He got on his knees again, like so many times before, begging for forgiveness. Vomit of lies started coming out of him, how much he loves you and how this is just a minor misunderstanding. He'd never hurt you and there's nothing but love he feels for you. You're his everything. You stopped counting his strikes long ago and you knew if you don't walk out of there that same night, you may never see the light of day after this, for real. The change in his tone from all mighty to smaller than an ant sickened you. Of course, there's nothing but hatred left in his heart. Hatred and fear, jealousy and shame. Cowards like him hate it when they lose from someone weaker than them, and they would do anything in their power to win their victims back, just so they can hurt them again.

"Next time you decide to lay a hand on me, better make sure I have a well sharpened knife in mine. That's only fair."

Those were the last words he heard from you on the night of your breakup. Breakup from hell. And you thought the trash is out of your life for good, little did you know your fearless attitude and insane threats only awoke in him an obscure obsession towards you.

It didn't take long to finish the story of your rocky past relationship, considering you tried your best to avoid going into too much detail of how your ex abused you, physically and mentally. Yang-jung sat right across from you, staying completely silent. You looked down, not daring to look Yang-jung in the eyes any longer.

"A wife beater, huh? Who would have thought." - Yang-jung broke the uncomfortable silence.

"Brave." - he paused for a moment. "Was that him who kept calling all this time? Is that why you changed your number?" - Yung-jung's voice was extremely calm, a little too calm. You nodded silently.

"He kept calling from different numbers. And somehow he found out where I live soon after that."

"He probably tailed you, if he knows where you work, which I assume he does. It isn't that difficult. Why didn't you tell me any of this sooner?"

You closed your eyes, letting out another deep sigh. “Isn't it obvious?”

He didn't say a word. He looked at your face instead, trying to read your expression, but there was nothing. The facade on the outside hid a wild turmoil inside your head. Soft and gentle nature of your whole figure, along with your kind voice and elegant movements were completely the opposite of darkness you carried within you. It was hard to hold it in, especially now, but you didn't want to hide any parts of yourself in front of Yang-jung any longer.

“I wish I could fuck him up, you know? For all that he's done and for all that he's still doing.” - you said, looking him straight in the eye. “I'm not the only one with a dark past or present, but I hate these parts of me. I hate that I feel this way. I hate the desperation and helplessness. I hate the nightmares still haunting me. I hate that I let a lowly man take advantage of me for so long. And I hate that I have to tell you any of this. I hate that you won't look at me the same way you looked at me yesterday, and I hate that my ex keeps fucking up every part of my life, still, I hate it.”

Yang-jung's eyes were the softest and kindest eyes ever. The way he looked at you made you almost choke on your own words, those hateful words which made you feel like you're spewing poison in front of the one who never deserved to hear them in the first place. You could see tears in the corners of his eyes and the only thought that went thru your mind was I hate myself so. fucking. much.

You wanted to jump out of your own skin, or rewind the time and walk directly up to that bastard and face him all alone, instead of running to Yang-jung and hiding at his work place. That's not something one should do to their friends. It's not fair. He didn't deserve this.

Realising how much pain you've been carrying this entire time, Yang-jung spoke softly, "You should have told me… Out of all people, you should have come to me. I would have already made sure he never gets close to you again."

Was that a hint of anger in his voice? Or was it all just pity? It didn't matter. His words couldn't sober you back to your senses, they didn't even reach you. You were spiralling straight into a pitch black void.

"It doesn't matter, it really doesn't. It is what it is." - you said in somewhat slow motion manner. "Just... don't look at me like I'm going to break into a thousand pieces, please, I can't take it."

"You've done well by telling me this."

You smiled softly, not feeling anything on the inside.

"Yang-jung, do you think I could turn his knees into a mush with a baseball bat?" - you scoffed. Dark humor was always your kind of thing, but saying something as dark as that now of all times didn't make it look like a joke anymore.

"There are far less demanding and easier techniques. But when the time comes I'll make sure you do whatever you need to do to him."

What?!

You wanted to burst into a hysterical laughter, but you held it in the best you could. A rush of adrenaline and relief washed over your entire body, leaving goosebumps on your skin. It took you a few moments to realise what the hell this man was telling you. But then it hit you like a cargo train. You opened your mouth trying to word out something. Yang-jung inspected the changes on your face, waiting for you to speak up. You couldn't tell if he's only comforting you, or are you seriously a meter away from a criminal who would move mountains for you, if only you asked. Moments passed and he was almost sure he got ahead of himself.

Seeing you all hesitant, he finally continued, "Unless-"

"Are you serious?" - you cut him off. "Are you...?"

You asked for reassurance, nothing else. Words stuck in your throat. Was Yang-jung really telling you what you think you heard? Is he really who you think he is?

"Don't make me regret my words." - he warned you, unsure of what's on your mind. He was dead serious.

"Ahjussi," - you whimpered, reaching for his hand across the table, "please, don't say that. You're the only real person I have. Do I need to spill my heart out even more?"

His face softened. He took your hand in his and kissed it.

"You're safe here."

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Author's note 2: It took some time, but here it is finally. I know it's probably not what many of you expected, and I left the open (?) ending in hopes for part 2. Also, if I need to add any more warnings or notes on the classification or tags of any kind, please let me know, since I don't have much experience with these things. Thank you for reading 🫶🏻

tagging a few of sweethearts who interacted with my original posts (link 1, link 2) and expressed their enthusiasm for this fic, pushing me to write it (I hope it wasn't too underwhelming for you in the end): @quillinhand @slutforaemond @castleninja @posessedbytheinternet (I can't tag you for some reason :/)

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Creep (Kid Version)

Click for Zoro [x] Sanji [x] Luffy [x] Law [x] Click for Ao3 here [x] Summary: One day, the crew decided to visit a local bar to drink and party. But beside music, booze and food, y/n meets a creepy dude with too much confident. Luckily, Kidd is there to safe the day. Pronouns: he/him cw: creepy dude, violence

The Kid Pirates had just completed a stressful fight, and their captain Eustass Kid decided that everyone deserved a night off, letting off some steam. So they docked at a port and made their way to a crowded bar.

The crew were laughing and sipping on drinks as they all mingled with the bar patrons. However, y/n, one of their newest crewmates, was getting more anxious with every passing moment. The reason? A man at the bar kept hitting on him, and it was clear y/n was not interested.

y/n tried to ignore the man, the comments and looks as much as possible, but there was just so much one could endure. Nothing he said helped to move away from the annoying, creepy man, and y/n got more and more nervous, angry and stressed.

Even a few drinks in, Kid noticed that something was off, he didn't like the way the person was looking at y/n, how he touched him, talked to him, and he could sense that his crewmate was uncomfortable af.

Without hesitation, Kid walked over to y/n, tapped him on the shoulder to not alarm him more before put his arm around him. "Hey, y/n, leave this creep be and drink some beers with us" he said, turning and shoving him towards the table Kid sat on only a few seconds ago and behind him, so that he now stoot between y/n and the stranger.

The man had a few brave seconds, telling Kid to get lost and who he thinks he was, before getting punched in the face by the pirate captain.

"Leave my crewmate alone, creep" Kid said sternly, looking down on the stranger, which laid on the floor, bleeding.

The man now quickly backed off, realizing that he had just messed with a notorious pirate captain that wouldn’t hesitate to do more than break a stranger's nose in one punch. Kid looked at y/n to make sure he was okay, without a further care for the Stranger, or anyone else. Even tho, he would have loved to use the creep as a punching bag more.

"Thanks, captain," y/n said, still looking shaken. "I didn't know how to handle that guy."

Kid gave him a rare friendly smile. "That's what the crew is here for. We watch out for each other. I don't like seeing anyone on my crew feel uncomfortable at a party. That person was definitely giving off some creepy vibes."

“Yeah, it is easier to get rid of the Marine, as such creeps…” “If they don’t take a no as an answer and won’t leave you alone, just punch or kick them. We deal with the rest later, if necessary.”

Kid couldn't help but smile. He had always been a bit rough around the edges, but deep down he had a good heart, even tho nobody would say that in front of Kid. Not if he didn’t have a death wish - or liked pain a lot…

As they made their way back to the table, and now, with y/n by his side, everyone cheered and raised their glasses in solidarity. The evening continued in a relaxed and happy way. It was a night to unwind, to enjoy each other's company, and most importantly, to feel safe.

y/n couldn't help but feel overjoyed. He had found a crew that accepted him for who he was, made him feel safe, and they had his back no matter what. He knew that, with the Kid Pirates, he had finally found his true home. And that thought alone was enough to put a big smile on his face.

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can we talk about how the dialogue in episodes 3 and 4 and the way that we see Izzy and Blackbeard interact in episode 3 implies that Ed doesn’t really get out much and relies on Izzy to filter most of his interactions with other people and Izzy manipulates that to his advantage just all the fuckin time. Like I might be misreading this but they don’t really show us Blackbeard interacting with Fang and Ivan ever really, despite the fact that they’ve presumably been sailing together for some time. And Ed sorta vibing telling ghost stories is the most open and available they’ve ever seen him, despite Ed being pretty open and available generally even when Stede’s not around which makes me think that until Ed and Izzy started fighting, Ed was letting Izzy do a lot of his social interacting for him. And we only see him do this for one episode (episode 3) and in that Episode, Izzy manipulates the way that Ed is perceiving the situation at every possible opportunity. By failing to tell Stede who his boss is so that he’ll get Stede to say something stupid that he can bring back to Ed and by telling Ed unequivocally that Stede knew who he was despite this. He also lies about his own behavior and Ed seems to just take his word for it. He says “I’ve massaged this crew when they were worried about your judgement” but the only time we see him responding to a crew member worried about Ed’s judgement is when Fang asks why they have to follow Stede and Izzy’s response is “How should I know, the man’s half insane. No one asked you to fucking think” which is exactly the opposite of what he says he’s doing.

Ed also seems to think that he needs Izzy. When Izzy tries to leave at the end of episode 4 Ed says all the things he knows will make him stay. At the beginning of Episode 7 Ed is ready to leave the revenge, and I think it’s because Izzy is no longer around. Episode 9 the first thing he does, even after Izzy’s betrayal, when he gets back on the revenge, is save Izzy and reinstate him as first mate. Even after the move with Calico Jack, even after selling him out to the British and then using him as a bargaining chip (Izzy didn’t buy Ed’s freedom in exchange for Stede, he bought Ed. Ed was turned over into the custody of captain Hands by the British which I do think is probably an important distinction) After all of that, Ed still puts Izzy in a position where he can control how the crew sees Ed, how Ed sees what’s going on on the ship, and who Ed talks to.

All of this of course culminates in Izzy being able to completely flip Ed’s emotional state in just one conversation. He basically breaks Ed’s spirit when Ed was honestly doing so well recovering from one of the most intense heartbreaks of his life. Every time Izzy hurls his verbal abuse at Ed, Ed either compartmentalizes and distances himself (”That’s Blackbeard, I’m Stede, remember?”) or he is violently reactive (”Chose you’re next words wisely, dog”) It’s fight or flight, and no one else has that reaction to Izzy’s verbal abuse. Lucius doesn’t give a fuck, Stede matches his energy. Like Izzy’s not a scary character, everyone but Ed treats him like an angry chihuahua when being insulted by him and yet he put’s Ed into survival mode with a word.

I also think it bares mentioning that as soon as Izzy looses his control over Ed he responds by doing something that could kill Ed (i.e. selling him out to the Brits.) He’s going to get back control by any means necessary.

I think what I’m saying is that Izzy is Ed’s abuser, and a lot of people just didn’t notice that because Ed has power over Izzy in that Ed is the captain and Izzy is the first mate, and because the show depicts Ed enacting physical violence on Izzy (i.e. punching him, choking him, and feeding him his own toe). Traditionally when you see an abuser and their victim in media the victim doesn’t enact violence unless it’s in the context of getting rid of the abuser for good and freeing themself, but Ed does it in the context of succumbing to the abuse, which I find fascinating. This show is really good at depicting complicated and messy relationships, and I think Ed and Izzy might be one of the most complicated and messy that there is. It depicts an abuse that isn’t a helpless woman and a domineering man and it flew over some people’s heads but I can’t think of another reason for Ed to behave the way he does around Izzy. And once you see it you feel dumb for not seeing it because Izzy really pulls out all the stops short of hitting him. He gaslights Ed, he manipulates Ed, he isolates Ed from his community, he yells at him, he threatens him, he forces Ed to walk a tightrope and if Ed doesn’t stick exactly to Izzy’s expectations of him he actively tries to do Ed harm. And It’s effective, even when Ed should kick Izzy to the curb he doesn’t because he’s fully convinced he can’t live without Izzy.

#It's also very interesting how Ed's neurodivergency fits into all of this #Like if I may get on my autistic headcanon for a moment #Izzy uses his neurodivergency to make ed feel and appear less compitent #when he's not calling ed week for being in love he's calling him crazy #I also wonder if it's easier to get ed to self isolate because he's autistic but that's more in head canon territory than media analysis #ofmd meta #tw abuse #izzy hands #edward teach #edward teach ofmd #blackbeard #blackbeard ofmd #also making blackbeard and abuse victim is a 10/10 move in my opinion #like anyone can be the victim of abuse even the greatest pirate of all time #Our flag means death #our flag means gay #ofmd

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Dating Yandere Aerys ii Would Include:

He is a possessive and jealous type of yandere. He will do anything to make sure that you are all his, including eliminating anyone who he feels threatens your relationship.

He will isolate you from friends, keep you from spending time with your family, and make you rely solely on him. He will constantly monitor you and be aware of every little thing that you do. If you cross him, or even simply fail to give him the attention he craves, he will become emotionally volatile and prone to lashing out, sometimes violently.

He can also be quite a controlling yandere. He may even try to control every aspect of your life, from how you dress to where you go. In extreme cases, he could even try to control who you talk to or spend time with. He will also be extremely suspicious and jealous of everyone you interact with and will cut them off from you. If they seem to have a connection with you, he will become even more jealous, and might even resort to violence to get rid of them.

Other characteristics that define him as a yandere may include having an extremely obsessive nature, being emotionally unstable and prone to bouts of anger and aggression, being manipulative and controlling, being overly observant and monitoring, being overprotective of his love with unhealthy obsession, being prone to jealousy and suspicion of other people, and being controlling and obsessive over the object of your life, from their time, food, social life, etc.

When it comes down to it, he wouldn't hesitate to use violence if needed to keep you safe and secure. In the heat of the moment, his rage can take over completely. He may also engage in self-harm or harm others as a form of coping mechanism when things get too intense for him.

He has a deep fear of losing you, so he may go to great lengths to ensure that you stay by his side forever. This could include manipulating situations to force you to stay with him or even kidnapping you if necessary. Overall, being a Yandere is a dangerous game that requires careful planning and execution to avoid getting caught or punished for his actions.

If someone tried to stop him from hurting or controlling you, he would become extremely violent and aggressive towards them. He would do whatever it took to get them out of his way and get them to back off. He will not hesitate to threaten, intimidate, or even physically harm them if necessary. He may even retaliate against them for interfering and make them regret ever trying to get involved with your relationship.

He can be quite explosive and volatile when it comes to fights with you. He will get upset easily and become emotionally manipulative, and sometimes even physically violent, when you fight. He goes to extreme lengths to get his way or punish you if he feels that you have done something wrong or threatened your relationship. He will also take every fight as a personal attack against him and your relationship.

He'll also be emotionally manipulative, playing the role of a victim and blaming you for his actions. He'll try to justify his behavior by saying that he's only trying to protect you, or that you're the one who is making him act this way.

He'll also be relentless and stubborn, refusing to compromise or back down in any situation. If things don't go his way, he'll become aggressive and use violence or emotional manipulation to get what he wants.

He'll also be emotionally unstable, constantly alternating between love-bombing and aggression, depending on his mood. You'll never know when his good intentions suddenly turn into rage and he'll explode on you. He'll blame you for the smallest of things, and try to gaslight you into believing that you're the problem.

On dates, he'll be overly attentive and flirty, but there will be a hidden, controlling undertone to everything he does. He'll take you to nice places, buy you things, and shower you with compliments. But if you do something he doesn't like, he'll become cold and distant, manipulating you into apologizing or doing what he wants.

When you're alone, he'll become increasingly more possessive, angry, and manipulative. He'll accuse you of not really loving him and constantly try to find evidence that you're cheating on him or lying to him. He'll use emotional manipulation and guilt to get what he wants, and he'll become increasingly aggressive when things don't go his way.

As the mad King, he's unpredictable, volatile, and easily angered. He'll lash out at his advisors and courtiers with a fury that no one not even you can contain. He'll abuse his power and make harsh, irrational decisions that lead to chaos and violence. He'll be cruel and harsh when punishing those who disobey him, and he'll have no remorse for his actions. He'll also be paranoid and distrustful of everyone, and he'll suspect everyone of treason, even his closest allies.

If you were the help, he'd expect you to be subservient and obey his every whim. He'd be particularly cruel and abusive toward you, treating you like property and not respecting your rights as a person. He'd use you to do his bidding, and if you ever resisted or questioned him, he'd punish you severely. He'd have no empathy or compassion for you, and he'd see you as inferior to him in every way.

If you were from a different house and your parents didn't want you to marry, he'd see it as a challenge to overcome. He'd do everything in his power to win you over, and he'd use his royal status to pressure them into accepting the relationship. He'd use his charm and charisma to win them over, and He'd resort to violence and intimidation if necessary. He'd expect them to respect his wishes and bend to his will, and he'd become furious if they defied him.

If you were getting married, he'd expect it to be a grand affair, with all the pomp and grandeur that a royal wedding deserves. He'd insist on the finest clothes, decorations, and accommodations that money could buy, and he'd use it as an opportunity to show off his wealth and status. He'd also expect the wedding to be an opportunity for him to demonstrate his power and influence, and he'd be particularly demanding and controlling during the planning process. He'd expect everything to go according to his wishes, and he'd become angry if anything didn't go perfectly.

If you had children, he'd expect to have a hand in every aspect of their upbringing. He'd be particularly strict and harsh in his parenting style, imposing his will and expectations on them from a young age. He'd expect them to obey him and respect his authority, and he'd discipline them harshly if they ever disobeyed him. He'd also impose strict rules on them, restricting their activities and socializing, and he'd be especially harsh if they showed a preference for you over him.

If you didn't want or couldn't have children, he'd be disappointed and angry. He'd try to change your mind, and if you remained insistent, he'd resort to emotional manipulation and guilt-tripping to get what he wants. He'd demand that you give him an heir, and he'd make you feel worthless and inadequate if you couldn't do so. He'd also resort to violence and aggression if necessary, but he'd always keep up the appearance of being nice and reasonable in public.

"You belong to me, and I will not let anyone else have you. I will not allow you to have other friends or anyone else in your life besides me. The only other person in your life should be me, do you understand? Anyone else would only distract you from me. What we have together is special, it's real, we were destined to be together, and we must not let anyone else come between us.....Otherwise I'll just have to burn them all."

Humiliation - Being able to humiliate you by making you do degrading or embarrassing things like sucking his cock while on all fours or being forced to wear nothing during sex in public is incredibly arousing for him. Knowing that he has complete control over your behavior and can make you do whatever he wants is a huge turn-on.

Creampie - One of his favorite kinks involves cumming inside of a partner's womb, cervix, or even rectum. He loves the idea of leaving a piece of him behind inside of you after you've finished having sex as if he's marked his territory and claimed ownership over your body.

Non-consensual sex - Forcing himself onto a reluctant or unwilling partner is a kink that really gets his motor running. The idea of taking advantage of someone who doesn't want to have sex with him and using his strength and size to impose himself upon you is a major turn-on for him.

Facials - Seeing your pretty face covered in his thick cream is something that turns him on. The sight of your makeup running and streaked hair is a beautiful image that plays out over and over again in his mind whenever he thinks about having sex with you.

Pregnancy fetish - The idea of getting you pregnant and carrying his child inside of your womb is a major turn-on for him. He loves imagining the process of impregnating someone and watching as their belly grows larger with each passing day.

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Wooho, another chapter!

ch1 if you haven't read it yet

Pure chaos

ch2 Visitor

Astarion x male durge fanfic

warnings: Just the healthy bit of violence (basically one battle)

summary: The group grows

word count: 1817

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During all his years, Astarion never met such a strange person. The tiefling seemed to enjoy being threatened. Then that weird memory he saw as the parasites connected. This was a mystery he was reluctant to solve. Nerah was both interesting and terrifying, in his own way. Alas there were more important things to do anyway. After he was told everything there is to know, Astarion had only one goal in mind. Get control over the tadpole.

He couldn't just get rid of it, the protection from sunlight was something he didn't want to part with. It took two hundred years, but he was finally free. Sun couldn't harm him, Cazador couldn't compel him. The taste of freedom was like a drug and he was forming an addiction. Yet they had to eventually get rid of the parasite. Astarion needed protection, someone strong enough to face a vampire. Absentmindedly his eyes darted to Nerah. No matter the aura of mystery, this man looked like the perfect opportunity. He had everything he needed, someone to use if there won't be anyone more powerful, a way to do it and most importantly, a clear goal.

Ignoring the hunger that gnawed at him, Astarion followed the weirdo around. They collected a wizard on the way, another victim of the squids. Nerah pulled him out of a rock and Astarion decided quickly enough that he hates the wizard. This Gale of Waterdeep talked more than necessary and with an annoyingly wide vocabulary. The tiefling seemed to not even understand some of the man's words. Gale was exactly one of those types he decided to seduce once and never again. His master didn't punish him for it, but listening to them was enough of a suffering, especially when they somehow figured out that he's a vampire.

Shadowheart was better. She accompanied Nerah even before Astarion and seemed trustworthy enough, even though she clearly had her secrets. Only that name, Shadowheart, it was ridiculous. It sounded like something a sharan would call themselves. Astarion would bet that he can guess the name of at least one sharan, just by saying things which have anything to do with darkness. Hells, darkness might be someone's name as well. Overall, she gave him the impression of a rebellious teenage girl.

Before they could get too far, it was already evening and everyone was tired. Not surprising, considering that they just fell from a nautiloid last night. They set up a camp with what they found along the way, Astarion was only watching that happen before Shadowheart forced him to do something. All he did was set up his own tent anyway.

After everything was done, Astarion watched Gale as he attempted to cook with what little they had. That failed and they ended up eating pre-made camp supplies. Them, not Astarion, he just threw it into the nearest hole, hoping that no one will notice. The wizard was asking about the others' past lives, Shadowheart ignored him and Nerah only said that he doesn't remember. It was a rather interesting information, though.

While Gale questioned the poor tiefling, Astarion tried to use the moment to slip away and hunt. Unfortunately, Nerah was quick to answer everything and Gale found a new target for his curiosity. "What about you, Astarion? You seem like someone with an interesting past."

Astarion cursed under his breath and turned to face them. "There's not much to say, darling, I'm a magistrate back in Baldur's Gate."

"Oh, a person of the law, I once knew someone of a similar position and..." Astarion didn't even listen, he wasn't interested in Gale's stories. The wizard rambled on and on, nobody except Nerah paying attention and even in the tiefling's case, the attention was occasional, flitting between lost in thoughts and listening. "He was, however, not exactly a honorable kind." Astarion laughed at the last sentence.

"Alas, people of the law often happen to be your so-called bad people." It was a bit of his life that he still remembered. There weren't many good people and he wasn't one of those either. Why should he stand out in a world so full of cruelty.

Before Gale could say something again, Astarion hid in his tent. It won't take long until they retire into their own tents. He can wait and when the chance arrives, go out hunting. There was no way he could survive too long without blood. Astarion was used to starving, but not more than a month. It just so happened to be a little less than a month since he last fed.

He could hear heartbeats slow down as his companions fell asleep. It was time to shine. Actually, no, it was time to sneak. The whole thing should be easy, first Astarion just had to leave the camp. Taking a last glance around the camp, he spent a while listening to the delicious peaceful beats. It would be so easy, two hearts, each in a different tent. Until he realized. Two? Nerah was missing.

That tiefling could be anywhere and if Astarion went out to hunt, Nerah might see him. Just his luck. Yes, the hunger was horrible, yet it was better to starve for a little longer. Astarion could hunt another day as well, but not with a stake in his undead heart.

It was unbearable. How lucky Astarion was that they chose him to watch over the camp. The vampire briefly wondered about searching through their left behind belongings after being chosen, but after Shadowheart threatened to cut his precious hair it was obvious that he would never do anything such as that. Other than that he might attempt to get a drink.

Astarion set eyes on a squirrel that was unknowingly getting closer to death. Still, it was at the edge of camp and if he wanted to catch it, that would require to move. Just about to do that, Astarion didn't notice the person slowly approaching him, before she cleared her throat, startling him.

"Apologies for the interruption. Have you seen a pale tiefling around these parts by any chance?" The woman was an elf. Wood elf by the looks of it.

"Maybe. Any reason to search for this... pale tiefling?" Astarion didn't trust the woman and was genuinely curious.

That knowing gaze she kept looking at him with was slightly unsettling. She gave the impression of someone who shares way less than they know. Before the woman said anything, Astarion knew that it'll be a lie, or not the entire truth.

"I'm his friend and happened to hear that he's nearby." This statement rang truth, but not quite. There was something more behind it, something greater. Secrets.

"I'm sure you'll find him. Good luck." Astarion gives her a last wave for goodbye.

The woman wasn't convinced to leave so easily, though. "How do I convince you," she wonders aloud, "Hmm..."

"For gods' sake!" He rolls his eyes, this girl was annoying. "Fine, he's going to return here at some point."

She seemed satisfied, now waiting on the edge of camp. Astarion couldn't hunt anymore, not without getting caught. Therefore, he did the next thing on his mind.

This woman, apparently Nerah's friend, might know more about the tiefling.

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"Open the gate!"

Nerah watched the human travelers and tieflings shout at each other. He saw it sooner than it was said. Goblins, many of them, marching towards the gate. With stupid creatures such as these, one would expect chaos and unorganized running, however this wasn't the case. It was strange, as if they somehow learned to fight overnight.

They found the gith along their way, Lae'zel he now remembered. She was already holding her sword at the ready. The goblin that was hiding near them was down upon a few magic missiles from Gale. Before long, a true battle started, with the travelers left to defend themselves outside the gate.

One goblin was stupid enough to run over to them, ending up swiftly dismembered by Lae'zel. Nerah noticed a warg ready to strike, killing him with a firebolt just in time to save an ally.

A familiar sound of an eldritch blast made him look away, catching glimpse of a man, warlock if his use of spells meant something. Although nobody paid him much attention, his line going unnoticed.

Nerah saw that the humans did quite a good work of most beasts down at the front, doing even better now that Lae'zel joined them.

However, he suddenly felt a piercing pain in his shoulder. An arrow, he got distracted and the archer took a chance. Instincts kicked in, the archer was screaming after a ray of frost him them, then another one died, then another, he barely made sense of what he's doing. It all went back to normal only once the battle was nearing it's end. There were only three left, all of them dangerously close to each other. The perfect opportunity for a bigger spell. He cast it, but his magic slipped from his grasp. Oh no.

Fortunately, it didn't do much before he got it under control, all that happened was that he appeared at the gate, which was rather convenient actually. The tieflings just started opening it.

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He was having fun. The mysterious woman that came to their camp had quite the collection of stories. Astarion found that she is indeed a wood elf. Lina, as is her name, appeared surprised and concerned after learning that Nerah didn't remember anything. In return of learning that, she told Astarion some stories of Nerah's past. About his strict father, the distant relationship with his mother, a niece of his that he took under his care and many more little stories.

He was just laughing at a particularly funny story when everyone returned to camp. Everyone, including two additional members. Gale gave him a stern look. "What's going on here? Who's this?"

Lina ignored anyone else and approached Nerah. The tiefling looked at her with some level of familiarity, close to recognition, but not exactly. She wordlessly took his aside and started talking to him. Astarion didn't want to be incinerated so he did eventually answer. "Lina is apparently a friend of our dear tiefling friend."

"Of course." Shadowheart interrupted whatever Gale wanted to say. "It's completely fine to believe a stranger that happens to stumble upon our camp and says they're someone's friend."

"I must agree. Such things are unwise." The green creature criticized him as well.

Astarion rolled his eyes. "Alright. But don't expect me to be the one to get her out of here."

They all glared at him, except the new man. Nerah returned soon enough with the woman next to him. She had a strange smile on her face, something was going on and it didn't feel right.

Astarion briefly wondered of there's something more to Lina than meets the eye.

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And that's the second chapter. Thank you so so so much for reading. Also, do you like the new sword? I changed it a little.

This is also on AO3

#astarion #astarion x durge #astarion x male reader #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfiction #aide writes

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ichayalovesyou · 2 years

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I thought of a “wonder” question while waiting for the lights and a/c to be restored. How do Vulcan monks handle going through Ponn Farr? I’ve always read that meditating won’t cut it. I’ve also thought that perhaps there are people who remedy the situation; don’t know if I read it or imagined it. Any ideas ?

Now that is a VERY interesting question.

I’m narrowing this down specifically to monks who practice Kolinahr. As we’ve got little to no information on any other major spiritual practices that present monkhood as an option.

Do Kolinahru Still Experience Pon Farr?

Is Arousal An Emotion?

Sexual drive, like the impulses of hunger, thirst, and sleep, are necessary in perpetuating one’s species in the most immediate terms. However, in Humans, while eating and hydrating and sleeping are life and death needs, sex is not.

Nor is it a universal desire in all Humans, individuals exist across a broad spectrum of libido, including none. Many aromantic individuals don’t experience romantic love. Many asexual individuals experience no libido. Many people on that spectrum experience varied or fluctuating experiences in both those aspects, but do not need sex or romance to live fulfilling lives.

We as an evolved species can choose to have sex only for pleasure without reproducing, or choose to reproduce, or choose not to have sex at all. Even in animals, one’s individual survival, food, water, shelter, takes precedent over libido, which the brain represses until those needs are met in many cases. After all, in species whose young cannot survive without their parents, those children must have a parent who is able to survive and provide survival for their young after they’re born.

Another truth about sexual attraction is that it cannot be untangled from emotion. Emotion plays a heavy role in what turns people on and off, in what people are aroused by, and in what makes them act upon that arousal. That particular impulse cannot be disentangled as purely a physical reaction or a purely emotional one.

For Vulcans, unlike us, this peculiar cocktail of emotional and physical reaction is a matter of life and death. Though Pon Farr is, canonically, not purely solved by sexual gratification.

What Exactly Is Pon Farr?

As much as we love to say Pon Farr is “fuck or die” that is an oversimplification. Pon Farr is not a build up of “horniness” but rather a period of extreme emotional dysregulation within the Vulcan mind. Disregulation so strong that cannot easily be controlled by traditional means of meditation.

Like taking your ADHD medication while menstruating, the usual chemical balancing act does not work when you’re already disregulated by a natural biological cycle. It is not the inability to “get off” sexually that kills a Vulcan, it is the physical stress born from the emotional stress that kills them.

There’s a reason Spock didn’t just pair off with somebody to get rid of his Pon Farr. There’s a reason it had to be T’Pel, even just an facsimile of her, to free Tuvok of his Pon Farr. There’s a reason Vorik pursues B’Eleanna, someone he already cares about, when faced with his first Pon Farr. There’s a reason bondmates exist in Vulcan culture. Someone must know you, body and soul, to connect with you, to complete you, in order to effectively help you with Pon Farr.

Spock is so torn up about his tumultuous engagement with T’Pring, the Pon Farr almost kills him. Tuvok misses his wife so very badly it nearly kills him. Vorik, feeling that his betrothed/bondmate has abandoned him, had it not been for B’Eleanna, the stress would have killed him.

Pon Farr is kept at bay and in regulation by one of two extremely emotional acts. Reuniting (and often having intercourse) with someone they have an extremely strong emotional attachment to. Or, committing an act of extreme violence against someone they have strong emotional attachment to. Although hypothetically there is intense meditation that can resolve it, we have never seen it as the preferred method nor as a successful one.

In Spock & Vorik’s cases, it’s a little bit of both. Neither confrontation ended in sex, and both were primarily fueled by emotional need. Spock could not reconcile the dichotomy of his emotions toward Starfleet/Jim and T’Pring, which ultimately results in him (temporarily) murdering Jim. Vorik cannot reconcile his sense of abandonment and rejection regarding B’Eleanna, they have a violent confrontation over it that frees them both.

It is an emotional affair, “the price they pay for having no emotions the rest of the time” to quote a certain doctor. Which is why their evolutionary cousins the Romulans who choose to embrace emotion, no longer experience that vestige of their evolution. At least not nearly to the same disruptive degree that Vulcans do.

A Kolinahr Student’s Greatest Challenge: Love

We have met two different Vulcans who nearly became Kolinahru. Spock, who failed to complete his Kolinahr. Tuvok, who chose to deliberately abandon his Kolinahr. Both did not complete their training for the same reason, love.

Love and loneliness are the most complex and in all likelihood most difficult to shed emotions. Anyone who wants to (healthily, functionally) release all emotions and attachments from their personal life is going to have to do some serious work on themselves not to need to be loved, not to want to be wanted. Not everyone is going to, or is going to want to release that aspect of themselves.

Tuvok already knows himself well enough that when he meets T’Pel, he cannot complete Kolinahr, so he logically desists in his attempt. He willingly stops Kolinahr because he can see the emotions that his eventual wife and mother of his children provoke will keep him from succeeding. For now, he is comfortable, even contented with that reality. The sorrows and joys of having a family currently, and may forever, outweigh the achievement of becoming a Kolinahru.

“One often meets his destiny on the path he takes to avoid it.” Spock attempts Kolinahr in order to essentially berid himself his connection to his friends, to Jim his t’hy’la in particular. However, to become Kolinahru you must understand why those emotions exist, examine them, abstract them, then release them in order for it to be effective. This is why Spock fails, he cannot release what he doesn’t understand. When he does finally understand “this simple feeling” he has for Jim, like Tuvok, he decides to abandon his Kolinahr as well.

How A True Kolinahru Defeats Pon Farr

Pon Farr is in all likelihood the greatest challenge any Kolinahr student faces. But, like their usual opponent, it is emotion and nothing more.

Kolinahr dismantles emotion, it takes away its bite, it’s visible, tangible affect on the person. You don’t master an emotion by repressing or ignoring it, you master it by questioning it. You embrace the emotion to understand it, once you understand it you can reason with it, once you can reason with it you can remove it’s affect on you.

Eventually the act of dismantling emotion becomes as reflexive as any other skillful control Vulcans canonically have over their autonomic reflexes. The same control that allows them to enter healing torpor or actively regulate their body temperature, even feign death.

If you master the emotional response through logic, you master the physical response through discipline, and not even Pon Farr could kill you. One cannot be destroyed by the same emotions that no longer dictate their actions to them.

It may be more difficult to manage and take longer to master than any other aspect of Kolinahr training. Kolinahr students who had or still have worldly connections may be forced to fall back on them early on to survive. But eventually Pon Farr is little more than training weights on an already enlightened mind. Until eventually one grows old enough they cease experiencing Pon Farr at all.

In conclusion, Kolinahr students may still fall prey to the whims of Pon Farr and must act accordingly, but Kolinahru do not.

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Know No Fear 1

so! it's gonna be fun rereading this now that i have a lot more knowledge about what on earth is going on so as i think i mentioned originally this one is written in a much more experimental style, sometimes it worked! A lot of the time…it didn't but i do remember this one being very much a "disaster movie" type of thing and also partially found footage maybe? I'm not going to post as much about it since it's, well, not as brainworm inducing but this is some very fun horror in the opening

it goes into a bit of detail about their deaths in a successfully horrifying way and I like it, I really feel like this whole sequence does a great job of setting the tone for the book which is, this very kind of organized way of looking at the world that Guilliman and the Ultramarines have, the regular kind of disaster and evaluation etc and then also there's these horrible unknowable things (daemons) that have invaded this world as part of the disaster

so, something i find funny is that consistently the Ultramarines are shooketh because the idea of Space Marines fighting each other is inconceivable to them "the idea is nonsense" "there is no tactical precedent" this is a repeated element and meanwhile over in A Thousand Sons, the SW and the TS are like thiiiis close to attacking each other the whole time and iirc there is some violence done lol not to mention the uh historical precedent of purging two legions

OWO MY BLORBO IS HERE

Iax mention oh hey in 10k years it's gonna turn into a battle ground!

ow that hurts because in the Horus-centric books we start to see him trying to move beyond this and thinking independently and perhaps…becoming a better person and then he gets stabbed by evil knife

skldfsdhkjfl ONE PARAGRAPH used the word "bastard"…let me count 5 times dan abnett: i need to swear but i'm not allowed to use the word "fuck" dan abnett: bastard can be used as an adjective right? this has to be read to be believed

wait i missed the last one SIX "bastard"s

okay these were fine but like the entire first 20% of the book (iirc) had scenes that ended with this kind of thing and it kind of got to the point of "okay, when is this actually gonna start" i'll see if it holds up better than it did in my memory i will say i do like how Abnett does try to get in a lot of views on the ground level, with ordinary people's POVs but also I remember being like GET TO THE POINT especially in the sample for Prospero Burns

i mean framing a war of conquest as "a necessary step taken for survival" sure is an absolute wonder of propaganda but also, really, how was the emperor planning on getting rid of them lmao

me, looking at Guilliman and sniffing you are so naive but like did guilliman look at how the space marines are created, like, at all???

who looks at that and thinks "ah yes they will pivot to do non violence things" i didn't really fully realize the extent of this when i originally read this also man imagine this guilliman waking up in the 41st millenium like "lol. lmao" and then there's his entire attitude of "the emperor doesn't make mistakes, im sure thing clear flaw actually had a purpose"

even the ultramarines are kind of like "we love you but you're being overly optimistic here"

me looking at the timeline like ???? was literally NO ONE from the loyalist side able to get through to Guilliman?? and this is before the Ruinstorm, the whole book is about how the Ruinstorm happened there's something like at least a full year between Istvaan V and Calth and Dorn and Terra knew about Horus before then because the Eisenstein got through and then over in Scars we got him (Dorn) repeatedly spamming Jaghatai with messages to make sure at least one got through

…man, i didn't get it the first time, but i'm eyes emoji that guilliman has under the table freedom of religion in ultramar Old Person Oll Persson is openly a Catheric and goes to a chapel with some of his neighbours and the worst he gets is some of his other neighbours in the area laughing at him (edited) and the chapel isn't a secret or anything hm. you know, logically, given that the nascent imperial faith is able to create miracles you'd think there'd have been more miracles popping up in the face of the great crusade you're trying to stamp out religions. that's literally the kind of situation that creates martyrs.

also, you're telling me there were zero societies doing daemon worship that decided to summon them in the course of the conquest? well they could try to push it under the rug like the whole samus incident but it's not so much the effect on the space marines and imperium I'm thinking about, but on the people being conquered. You have your miracles or your daemon summoning, or whatever, you have tangible, visible proof that your faith is real the iterators with their dollar store arguments are going to find it extremely difficult to make a real dent in that

once again, when examined, the imperium having as much cohesion as it does in canon, makes absolutely zero sense

I respect that Warhammer40k is 100% aesthetic first, making sense second, but also I think you COULD very much keep the aesthetic while still having things make more sense like having a whole bunch of different empires and independent entities you could up the despair by having everyone embroiled in wars with each other as much as they're fighting Chaos

or people who genuinely think Chaos is the better of two evils to ally with against the Imperium i think also this would work really well for guilliman's return because he totally would see it as a priority to reconquer all the worlds from the great crusade

oh hey look at that it's the future doctrine of the imperium

and that's his take on it

you know, given the codex and reverence with which guilliman's writings are held you know i'm pretty sure he is the base for 40k imperial doctrine he's appalled by it but at its root, it's this he keeps walking the exact same steps as the emperor his primary objection is "you're making the wrong sacrifices" and he is unable to step out of the paradigm just like the emperor nothing he builds will outlast him, and also depends on him making the correct decision 100% of the time

oh boy it's time for the guilliman description

i just really love the line "like a good sword is handsome"

i feel like at some point i should read one of the space wolf books because i cannot get a straight answer about Russ and I don't actually trust anyone's reading comprehension here it's also fun how Guilliman is an unreliable narrator w.r.t. the nature/personality of his brothers haha

like this bit here

ah oof the next paragraph is pain after reading dark imperium, given all the bits that are like "for all his other talents guilliman is, at his base, a sword"

also people actually laugh at his jokes in the Heresy-era rip future!Guilliman

sjkdfhsd I love how when the chapter masters raise their eyebrows at him because he's going to handle Thiel's reprimand he's like "ok yes i know i'm micromanaging but i've already had several meetings that could have been emails with Erebus and I'm going to have to deal with him in PERSON and micromanaging is my stress relief okay" the chapter masters, all being familiar with erebus, agree that this is fair, lmao

"hur dur space marines competing and clashing is all part of the emperor's vision, his sons will always stop things before they go too far"

also i love how they refer to Monarchia and reframe it as a "humiliation" rather than, you know, a war crime it's a humiliation to lorgar and the word bearers what? the people living in there? i don't know her our ultramarine who is friends with a word bearer is like "it clearly bothered Guilliman to be used as an instrument of humiliation" but still. Even Guilliman who is the "good one" is very much an aristocrat the only way Monarchia matters is as a humiliation to the people that matter

rip Luciel though

ahhhhh delicious delicious dramatic irony IT SURE WILL, HUH

(I'm not going to post as much about this one, I said, like a liar)

#warhammer 40k #bluejay reads warhammer

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 1 year

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When I'm angry, writing helps me and today I'm angry as hell. Violence, as he says, is never a solution and it is vile when it strikes innocent people... But don't worry, nothing violent happens in my story. Your Strawberry

What the night hides

Even hours after they had received the shattering news, he felt anger and, above all, powerlessness. He had always known that there were dangers in this position, but he was appalled at how prone to violence some people were. He had accepted that he could be a target at any time, but try as he might, he could not accept that people he loved were suffering because of him.

He entered her flat and immediately pulled at his tie to remove it. Roughly, he then removed his jacket and threw it on the nearest chair. Then he undid the top buttons of his shirt. He had to get rid of this uniform, this presidential corset, to be just the man again. He also kicked off his shoes and walked around the flat on socks.

Determined, he walked towards the bedroom, because his wife had told him a few hours ago that she was going to sleep. He entered the room and waited for a while. She seemed to be asleep. Quietly, so as not to wake her, he went to the adjoining bathroom but just before he opened the bathroom door, he heard a very soft whimper. He turned away from the door and stepped up to the bed. Quietly he said her name, but nothing happened. Then he heard a labored gulp and he knew exactly what it meant.

He unerringly flicked on the bedside lamp and as soon as his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw his wife curled up in bed. Immediately he grasped the situation. Her head was buried in her pillow and he could physically feel the pain she was feeling. She had suppressed her sobs with difficulty, but he could see her body trembling.

She was suffering and she didn't want him to notice. Furious that he had not foreseen this, he tore at his shirt and noticed how some buttons popped off. But he didn't care at that moment. Quick as a flash, he stripped it off and his trousers followed a few seconds later. After getting rid of his socks as well, he crawled onto the bed and lay down next to her. Everything what connected with the president he had stripped off.

He tried to pull her to him, but she resisted and turned to the other side instead. For a brief moment he saw her tear-stained face and it broke his heart to see her suffer so. He also felt a twinge of her pulling away from him.

"Stop fighting me," he whispered softly. "I am not your enemy." Those words caused her whole body to shake with more sobs and this time when he tried to pull her against him, she let him. He pulled her as close as he could and held her close. Although she turned her back on him, there was a connection between them again.

Only after quite a while did she begin to calm down and after wiping away her tears, she slowly turned to face him. Without saying anything, she snuggled against his chest. Then her face slid into the crook of his neck.

"Let go," she whispered to him and he knew what she meant. He shook his head slightly. She stroked through his hair and pulled his head even closer to hers. "Then the tension eases," she said softly. "I'm afraid I won't be able to stop again." She smiled slightly. "You can, because I'm with you." There was silence and then she felt her cheek getting wet. Silently he had begun to cry and after a while she felt his body tremble.

She held him tightly, just as he had held her, and she was glad that he had finally let go. He very rarely cried, but she knew that crying liberated. Sometimes it was necessary to let the pain out, because only then could one move on.

Hellooo sweet 🍓! ❤️

Oh damn... that was intense... and... I think we all feel it. The pain. What they must be feeling. It’s just... I don’t have the words (or I do but I will just let it rest in my head).

Thank you so much, Strawberry! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #strawberry

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Book Two of Hexed - The Fury of Zaun (Vi/POC!Reader) - Ch. 8

Next Upload Date: August 11th

Act 1: Chapter Eight - Let’s Get Down to Business

Warnings: Chemical Mind Control

Summary: It’s time to get the ball rolling on getting prepared for this war.

“And that’s why, Ms.Glasc, I believe you would benefit more from a contract with my company.” An old man with a beer gut sat in the chair across from Renata. You were lounging on the settee in her office as she does business. You showed up on one of her busy days, but you wanted this conversation to happen much sooner than planned. So, here you were all dolled up and laying underneath a blanket. Renata didn’t mind having you there as long as you didn’t interfere with any of her discussions.

The current one is bringing you great amusement. He spent the last hour speaking about his rival’s weaknesses as a company and gloating about his. He spoke nothing of how he could benefit Renata’s enterprise or why she could be a valuable asset to him. Not only that, but he seemed to be talking down to the woman. ‘Renata won’t take kindly to that. She doesn’t like being talked to like she doesn’t understand what’s being said.’

‘Renata reminds me of my mate. He was a very calculating Brackern that didn’t take kindly to humans speaking to him like he didn’t understand.’

‘What did he do to those humans?’ You tilt your head.

‘Killed them, of course, my child.’ Umbra scoffs.

‘I thought the Brackern were peaceful?’ Confusion forces you to pay more attention to her. ‘You and Iesura told me that your species is peaceful.’

‘Even peaceful creatures can resort to violence if necessary.’ You cover your mouth to stop a giggle from escaping. You enjoyed that your companions were constantly surprising you with new information. It made you happy that they decided to refrain from telling you everything.

“So, do we have a deal, Ms.Glasc?” The grubby voice of the man reaches your ears.

“Renata, you’re not seriously considering a deal with this man, are you?” You call from your position on the settee. The man whirls around so quickly that he almost falls out of his chair. Renata raises an eyebrow at you as her eyes settle on your form.

“How long have you been there, Miss?” The man sputters in surprise. You smile coyly and gracefully stand up from the couch. The blanket falls away to reveal your short dress and tall heels. You approach the desk, keeping a close eye on how the man stares at your legs as you walk.

“All day, Sir.” You chirp playfully and lean against the desk, “And I must say, you’re quite a horrid businessman.”

“I-I beg your pardon?” He spits.

“Respectfully, Sir. You wasted my associate’s time. She’s a very busy woman and doesn’t have time for meetings like this. You’ve been an excellent test subject though, so thank you for that.” You smile pleasantly.

“Please sign the deal and be on your way.” Renata’s voice sounds from behind you. The man picks up his pen and signs on the line before excusing himself and leaving the room. Your eyes flicker down to the document and you chuckle seeing that he signed for a 60-40 split of the profits.

“Hexxit.” Renata’s voice rumbles in warning. You turn to her with a sweet smile as she puts her pen down, “You interrupted.”

“You’re welcome.” You purr, “Now we can get to our business… What can you tell me about the Shimmer project?”

“My chemists have found the right distillation process to get rid of the side effects of the drug. Our test subjects show that it has lost its addictive nature but improved its healing factor. They had to reduce the impact it has on the receptors in the brain and stimulate other parts to counteract that.” Renata leans back in her chair, “The new variant of Shimmer is strictly a health potion and a stimulant like you requested.” You grin and give her a kiss on the cheek in thanks.

“I knew I could count on you.” You hum contentedly, “How soon can we distribute this to the people?”

“Give it one more week of testing and you can personally greenlight the distribution.” Renata motions for you to sit and you do, “Now, about you using my chemicals for your little group… You will owe me for this.” She says firmly.

“I thought I was going that by being a cute little guinea pig for you? This will be the first time it’s being used actively for chem-tech. Aren’t you curious as to how it’ll perform?” You lean closer to her to whisper, “Curious as to how deadly it can be?”

“I am aware of how deadly it can be.” Renata gives you a predatory smile, “I’ve tested it personally… but I am curious as to how it’ll work with your wing designs. Bring me extensive information on it, and consider it repaid… Although, I don’t need to warn you about the consequences should you fail?”

“My darling, Renata!” You gasp in fake surprise, “You would think to kill little ol’ me? How evil of you!” You cackle as Renata chuckles.

“Your attitude is a breath of fresh air from those stuffy nobles.” Renata says as she flips through her papers, “You will attend the Summer Gala with me.” She tells you. You hum and watch as her eyes roam the page in front of her.

“Prepare for the whispers and stares, then. My alternate identity in Piltover is not one to overlook.” You smirk. Renata looks up to you and it’s then you realize that she’s smirking.

“I’m counting on it, pet.”

“Knock, knock, girls!” You announce as you skip into the Roost. Boxes of stuff stamped with Silco’s symbol were littered around the area. At the center of it all is your group of friends sorting through the mess.

“Hiya, Hexxit!” Jinx chirps as she tosses a smoke bomb into a box. ‘Doing things with reckless abandon as always.’ You zero in on the blue-haired firecracker and give her the widest grin as your excitement floods through you. You and Ekko worked all night to finish the weapon, so you were running off of no sleep whatsoever.

“Today you all start your training. I heard Jinx has finished your weapons, so it’s perfect timing. I’m sure you’re all excited to test out your new weapons.” You bounce on the balls of your feet, “You’ll be starting off with just hand-to-hand, and once you get it down, then we’ll move to fighting with weapons.”

“Damn right, we are!” Auvern grins at you, “We’ve all got new weapons!” You notice that the smile on Jinx’s face drops slightly, but it only makes you more excited. You hear Ekko’s footsteps as he approaches from behind you.

“That’s right.” Ekko smirks as he stops beside you, “You’ve all got new weapons.” He exaggerates and you exchange a glance. Jinx’s frown only gets deeper and she shuffles her feet in a way that shows she’s feeling insecure.

“Hey, Jinx.” Ekko calls to her. Jinx looks over and gives the bag in his hands a curious glance, “Catch!” Ekko shouts as he tosses the bag to her. Her eyes widen as she nabs the bag from the air and opens it. Everyone watches in silence as she pulls out the folded gun. More confused looks are given to you and your brother.

“There’s a latch. Unhook it.” You say to her. Jinx studies the item in her hand before finding and pulling on the latch. Gasps echo around the room as the sniper rifle unfolds in her grasp. A squeal leaves Jinx’s lips as she goes starry-eyed over the weapon. It was completely redone with your personal metal, giving it a bluish-grey hue, along with being decorated in a Jinx-approved way. Where the Kiramman crest used to be on the stock is Jinx’s monkey bomb.

“Like I said.” You and your brother lean against each other with cocky grins, “You’ve all got new weapons. Do you know how hard it was to make it completely silent?” You joke. Jinx practically leaps out of her seat and runs over to hug you. You let out a grunt as she jumps and throws her arms around you two, knocking your heads together.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Jinx squeals in excitement.

“What are you going to name this one?” Sevika asks as she stands up. Jinx looks down at it and shrugs.

“We’ll see what it wants to be called!” Comes Jinx’s eccentric reply.

You sit on the banister and watch the group below you. Early in the week, you asked Sevika if she’d train the other girls so they’re prepared for combat. You had heard about Sevika’s harsh way of training when you had been doing sensual massages at the brothel. You’d be the one teaching the girls about the flight wings, so you wanted to have someone else do the other half. With Sevika doing it, it gave them more of a chance to bond and it gave Sevika some stress relief.

The crystalline dummies sparkle in the sunlight and seem so out of place. You didn’t want something that would break easily. The whole point of this training is to make sure they’re strong enough. Everyone is dressed in their mission outfits, weapons hidden on their person, and spread out on the field. You knew this was going to be a rough month but you knew they’d make it through.

“Training begins today, does it not?” You snap your head to the side in alarm. Janna’s sky-blue eyes meet yours as you stare at her in shock. You didn’t even sense her like you usually do! You blink and shake your head to force your thoughts to clear.

“Yes. Yes, it does.” You clear your throat. ‘This is the first time I’ve been surprised by someone in a while. It’s a bit… jarring. Was I too deep in thought?’

“Excellent! I’m curious as to how humans train each other. I’ve seen a few things in passing, but never in full. Befriending you has brought a lot of interesting things to my life.” The wind spirit giggles happily as she peers down at the group. You watch as Sevika says something and Fue rushes toward her. They fight for a few seconds before you watch as the little fox gets tossed into the lake. You laugh as Fue pouts and shakes out her hair. The others take a step back.

“I’ve entrusted them to Sevika for this section. She’s a formidable fighter in hand-to-hand combat and with weapons. I want them to be comfortable getting up close and personal.” You grin. Janna nods her head and you watch as Auvern rushes forward this time. She manages to hold out a few seconds longer than Fue before she finds herself in the lake.

“Are you sure they can hold out?” Janna tilts her head as Landon goes flying this time.

“I’m positive they can.” You say as Jinx manages to successfully land a blow on Sevika. You smile in amusement as she follows the other three as well.

“YOU’RE NOT EVEN TRYING!” Jinx screams in frustration as she squeezes the water out of her braids, “YOU PULLED THAT PUNCH!” You couldn’t hear Sevika’s response from up here but the silent groans from the girls spoke volumes. ‘I should sit on a closer bridge next time.’ You chuckle in amusement.

Your eyes flit back and forth as the girls work together to land hits on Sevika. You can tell that they’ve been practicing in their free time. They were still working on hand-to-hand combat, but you gave them permission to practice with their weapons in private. Thin crystal disks hang underneath the bridges so they could be used as target practice. Iesura coached you on how to make regenerating crystals. Apparently, it was an old ability that the Brackern used to fix their exoskeletons. It took a few days of constantly trying, but you managed to do it.

Sevika kicks Torx in the chest and she slams into Zara. You wince as they fall over and the others move in. ‘I might have to ask Scar to come help. Jinx has amazing flexibility and that assists her fighting like it does for me.’ You watch as Jinx tries to punch Sevika, but she keeps on blocking her. Jinx ducks under one of Sevika’s swings and moves closer to her making you frown. ‘She’s inside her range now. You don’t want to get that close unless you know the person’s next move.’ Your thoughts were confirmed as Jinx got headbutted and staggered backward.

“Wait, can you say that again?” You pause and glance back at Vi. She looks up from her push-ups and sighs as she stops.

“When you’re in a fight, don’t get within their range unless you know their patterns.” Vi stands up and gets into position. She slowly moves forward and extends her arm out, “Keep them at the edge of yours. Move in and out quickly, but never stay inside their reach for too long. It could mean life and death.”

You close your eyes as tears quickly gather. ‘Damn it.’ You curse and wipe the tears away. ‘I can’t even think about her without crying. It’s almost worse that she’s alive because she’s out of my reach from her own decisions.’ You glance down at your wrist and gently rub the tattoo. You found yourself doing that when you thought about her.

“Hexxit!” You look up at Jinx’s voice and see her waving at you. You raise an eyebrow and drop down onto the platform, before heading over to them.

“What’s up?” You tilt your head. Sevika shrugs and the next thing you know, everyone is rushing at you with their weapons. Your eyes widen as you sink into a fighting stance but a grin settles on your lips. ‘Poor choice, girls.’ You giggle to yourself.

It doesn’t take long for them to end up groaning in pain on the ground. You straighten up and cross your arms with a smirk, “Who thought that was a good idea?” You tease them.

“It was a group decision.” Zara groans, “A bad decision.”

“I didn’t know pressure points could hurt this much.” Fue whines as she tries to sit up.

“You’re a monster!” Jinx complains, “Now I understand why you always hold back in our fights. This wasn’t fun at all!”

“Agreed.” Sevika grumbles, rubbing her shoulder in hopes to get the feeling back.

“Agreed!” The other girls repeat making you laugh.

“This is why I asked Sevika to do it.” You put your hands on your hips, “You have a chance with her at least. I’ve trained for years, guys, and that was before I got my magic.” The girls start throwing swear words at you, cursing out whoever taught you how to fight, and complaining that it wasn’t fair. You shake your head with a fond smile. ‘If my uncle heard you saying that, you’d be leaving with welts from his wooden staff.’

“Straighten out your back!” You yelp and do as you were told before the staff could hit you. You felt the air across your back from where he stopped it and let out a sigh of relief. Another yelp leaves your lips as a stinging pain erupts from your arm. You jolt and grab the place he hit you, “You didn’t say go!” You accuse him.

“I warned you that I wouldn’t.” Professor Uley chuckles as he stops in front of you, “Remember, your enemies aren’t going to warn you. They’re going to attack when they think your guard is down. Never let it be down.”

“Warlord, General, Sir!” A feminine voice calls from behind him. He pauses his writing and places the pen down. He stands and turns to see his lieutenant waiting there in a traditional Noxian salute.

“At ease, lieutenant.” He chuckles and watches as she relaxes, “What information do you have for me?”

“Your messenger hawk has arrived and is circling the camp for you, General Pyre.”

“Ah, thank you. I was wondering when he’d return.” General Pyre nods in thanks. He glances over his report before heading for the entrance of the tent.

“Tell me, how is everyone settling? I know the jungle can be a dreary place.” General Pyre inquires.

“Morality is high, Sir. The troops are ecstatic to be out of Noxus and away from Swain’s reach.” She says with joy in her voice. General Pyre smiles as the edge of the aura around her turns a solid white.

“I’m glad to hear that morale is high, but we are not out of Swain’s reach. As long as we can see the sky, his ravens may find us.” General Pyre looks up at the sky to see his hawk circling. His vision flashes, briefly seeing himself from above, before it refocuses. A screech echoes through the air as his hawk dives down towards him. He extends his arm and the red-tailed hawk grasps onto his gauntlet.

“Sir, should you have told us about Swain’s ravens?” She clears her throat nervously, “Wouldn’t that put you in danger?”

“If it is a matter of life or death that can affect you, I will not hide it. Your lives are under my care. You swore yourselves to my House under your own volition. I will not allow your lives to be tampered with.” General Pyre says sternly but with an underlying tenderness not usually seen in a Warlord, “My life is constantly in danger and it has been that way before Swain. I am the only man who can rival him, but even he does not know this fact.” His hawk lets out a squawk and flaps its wings in agitation. He gives the bird an exasperated glance and it stares at him in return. With a sigh, he removes the rolled-up message and Spear Hunter takes off to rest.

“Impatient bird.” General Pyre mutters as he unrolls the message.

“What does it say, Sir?” His lieutenant gives him a questioning glance. The dangerous smile slowly spreading across his lips unnerves her.

“It looks like my niece has more surprises for me, just as I have for her.” General Pyre chuckles. The letter was quite a rich one with the hidden message of a coming war in Piltover-Zaun being instigated by her own hands. He couldn’t wait to return to the isthmus to see the young girl he had taken under his wing. They have much to talk about and he could finally share his secret with her and her younger brother. Y/n had truly become his niece in every way but blood, and he didn’t want to lose either of them.

One by one, each girl manages to hold their own against Sevika. They were improving fast with the rough training you’ve been putting them through. You requested that Scar come help with training and ended up with the whole crew instead. It was hilarious watching Heather and Scar dance circles around them without breaking a sweat. Every day consisted of flexibility stretches, stamina runs, and hand-to-hand combat. All you were waiting for was Sevika’s approval and they’d be moving to proper weapon training. It’s been three weeks since they started and you’ve been doing your own practices. Ekko has been coming by every morning to continue practicing together and today is the day you’re going to show off your mechanical wings.

Standing atop the cliff, you turn to see Ekko clearing the edge and dropping down from his hoverboard.

“Hey, little brother!” You grin and give him a fist bump.

“Hey, big sis!” Ekko grins back as he docks his hoverboard, “So, why are we up this high? Usually, we practice much lower.”

“I made my own device to fly around.” You wink at him, “And I want to show it off to you.”

“Sweet! Where is it?” Ekko glances around and gives you a confused look when he doesn’t see anything. You give him a mischievous smile and turn your back to him. The wind blows the metal cape and you feel the device on your back get slightly heavier. You hear Ekko gasp as the vibrations of its opening and spreading apart ripple across your back. There’s a sudden sense in your mind that tells you it’s ready to go.

“Holy shit!” Ekko shouts. You giggle and glance back at your brother who’s staring at you like you blew up the sun.

“I created the metal for it!” You rush out in excitement. You start babbling about how you made it to him. Ekko listens to you speak with laser-focused attention, only interrupting you to ask more questions. You detail the process of figuring out the metal, playing with the design, and the painful process of making the dream a reality.

“After you show me, I want to try! Please, please, please, please, pleeassee?!” Ekko begs and you giggle as you’re reminded of when you woke up.

A low humming caught your attention and you look up to see a person fly right past you with a wave. The green streaks that you had seen were a product of the board they’re on! Your jaw drops as they cruise up to one of the platforms on the tree.

“Ekko…” You gasp out, “What was that, and how do I get one?!” You grab your brother by the shoulders and shake him, “How do I get one?!” Ekko just laughs.

“You can have one of your own, silly.” You punch his shoulder playfully, “Now, watch this!” You squeal and take off from the ground. The wind whips at your face as you circle around Ekko who has the widest grin. Reading your thoughts, the thrusters flare and you spin faster, shooting up into the air before diving over the cliff’s edge. You let the feeling take over you as you spin and dance through the air. You’ve been practicing extensively at night with Janna and you got the hang of it. You hear Ekko’s cheering and land with a slightly breathless laugh.

“Oh, it’s soooo my turn!” Ekko shouts as he runs to you. You pull his set of wings out of a rift and motion for him to turn around. He eagerly spins around and you remove his hoverboard before fitting the wings onto his jacket. You grab the receiver and press it to his temple, the little crystalline object glittering like an earring.

“So, let me explain how to use it. The little receiver will pick up the thoughts that are specifically for the wings. They’ll function like regular wings with a few extra additions.” You pull one of your wings forward, “The edges of the feathers are blades, so when they pivot a specific way, they can be used as a weapon.” You demonstrate by brushing your finger along the edge and showing it to him.

“Woah, has your blood always looked like that?” Ekko leans closer in interest.

“No, it was redder than this, but after I absorbed those crystals it got darker.” You wipe the drop of blood away with a shrug, “It’s something I’m still studying.”

“Now, go ahead and give it a try.” You step out of his way, “Janna is on standby to catch you if anything goes wrong, and I’ll be there as well.”

“Promise?” Ekko gives you a nervous smile.

“I promise, little brother.” You nudge him affectionately, “Now, let us take a dive!” You cheer and throw yourself off of the cliff once more.

“SISSSYYYY!” Ekko screams after you, “WAAAAIT!” You giggle to yourself when you see him come falling over the edge. You watch as he tries to orient himself before a gust of wind zips past you to catch him. You follow the wind to him and correct his shoulders.

“You want to use your shoulder muscles. Pretend like the wings are really yours. Flex the muscles here and here, and it’ll work with you.” You point out the areas and pull back from him.

“You could have told me that before I tossed myself off a cliff.” Ekko says dryly. You give him an innocent smile.

“I forgot.” You chuckle nervously, “Besides, Janna is here to assist us as I said.” You can feel her presence in the air and curiously wonder why she hasn’t appeared.

“Right.” Ekko nods to himself, “I can do this. I built a hoverboard and learned how to fly it. I can do this easily.” He tries to hype himself up and it makes you smile. Without warning, Ekko’s wings shift and he goes zipping upwards in a sloppy spiral. You monitor his movements, catching him when necessary or softly requesting that Janna slow him down when he goes too fast.

The wind spirit still hasn’t shown herself, but you didn’t want to mention it yet. Something told you that she was doing it for a reason.

Slowly, the three of you make your way closer to the ground. Ekko was rapidly learning how to control his wings. He copies your movements, getting a feel for the controls, and watching him do that brings you joy. For a while, Ekko was the one taking care of you. Now, you’re able to take care of him like you should’ve been doing.

“Hey, Kiko? Why don’t I make curry tonight and you stay over? It’s been a while since we’ve been able to have a warm meal together.” You glide closer to him as you clear the treetop.

“Eggplant curry?” Ekko gives you a hopeful look.

“No, mom’s fish curry.” You say seriously.

“WHAAAAT?!” Ekko shrieks and it stretches out from him dropping unintentionally, “No! No, no, no! Please don’t make mom’s fish curry! I still can’t forget the taste!” Ekko gags. You follow him down as you laugh hysterically.

“Oh, my Gods! Your reaction was better than I thought it would be!” You laugh harder, “No, I’m not making mom’s fish curry.” You wipe away the tears that gathered in your eyes.

“Oh thank the Gods!” Ekko shouts in relief, “I thought I was going to have to create an excuse to leave.” He chuckles weakly. The sounds of fighting from below you are barely reaching your ears at this point.

“No, I hated that dish too. I’m glad it’ll never be on our table again.” You sigh while slowly spinning in a circle with him, “I’m making eggplant curry. If we have basil at the Firelight base, I’ll put some in there too.”

“FUCKING TAP OUT ALREADY, DAMN IT!” Landon’s screaming reaches up to you three, making you glance down. You were close enough to the ground where you can see them clearly fighting. Landon was being led around by Fue who kept evading her attacks.

“Hey, Sis.” Ekko grabs your attention, “From this height, how long do you think it would be until I needed to stop to avoid hitting the ground?” You tilt your head and look back down.

“Uum…” Your mind races to calculate the answer, “At top speed, without Janna’s propulsion? 10 seconds.” You turn to him questioningly, “Why?” Ekko flashes you a mischievous grin.

“SEE YOU AT THE BOTTOM!” Ekko screams as he takes off. Panic rushes through you at the action.

“EKKO!” You scream after him, hurriedly following him as your heart pounds in your chest. ‘Janna, if you can hear me, please catch him before he can hurt himself!’ You watch as Ekko breaks roughly, his feet hitting the ground hard and forcing him to stumble. A worried shout leaves your lips as he loses his balance. You break, feet hitting the ground as Janna appears in front of him just in time to catch him.

“Are you alright, gentle whirlwind?” Janna questions Ekko as he stands back up. She backs away slightly, hands nervously smoothing out her dress as she does.

“I-I’m fine. I underestimated myself there.” Ekko laughs nervously, a blush on his face as he glances at you.

“You must be careful. Your sister nearly fell out of the sky when you did so.” Janna scolds him. Ekko blinks in shock but lets out a yelp when you tug his ear.

“Siiiis!” He whines as you hug him.

“You really are my brother.” You sigh as you let him go, “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“You did the same to me four years ago.” Ekko crosses his arms, “I’m just returning the favor.”

“What was THAAT?!” Torx shouts in surprise, making the three of you turn to the group. Shocked and surprised facial expressions greet you causing you to pause. You glance at Ekko who shrugs as Janna lets out a squeak and vanishes. ‘Oh… she’s shy.’ You giggle to yourself. ‘I’ll have to talk to her about it.’

“I told you there was going to be another way to get around!” You grin at them, spinning to show off the wings, “Who wants to try it out?”

#vi x reader #vi arcane #poc reader #arcane #ekko arcane #ekko's older sister #the fury of zaun #jinx arcane #sevika arcane

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First Encounter (The Holonet Reporter, Part 1)

You might wanna read The Holonet Reporter One-Shot before reading this, but it’s not necessary.

Synopsis: A holonet reporter finds trouble at an underground massif fight where she meets the Silver Mandalorian for the first time.

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!OC (platonic)

Warnings: Threats, mild violence, implied child labor/slavery. Grogu is only mentioned, sorry folks. AU where there are holonet reporters

A/N: This takes place after TBOBF. Din has accepted his role as Mand’alore. We are pretending that there are reporters for the holonet, like we have newspaper reporters, ok? ok. We are also pretending the holonet newspaper can be read on datapads like you read books on a kindle or nook, ok? ok. I hope you ENJOY!

Word Count: 3135

Disclaimer: I do not own any Star Wars/Mandalorian anything. OC is my own.

Mando’a Words:

- Mand’alor (MAHN-dah-lor): Leader of Mandalorians

Pronunciations found here.

Din Djarin stood frozen in the shadows. He was clearly tired, exhausted really, to be seeing her. It had to be a trick of the mind. Maybe the Force? A concussion, most likely. But there was no way that the woman on the other side of the market, haggling for the saddest looking beat-up blaster he had ever seen, was his mother.

For one, she couldn’t have been any older than he last remembered seeing her, if not around the same age. For another, she seemed a few inches too short. Then again, he had grown over the years. Maybe she was a clone?

He shook his head.

Impossible.

“Oh great Mand'alor,” a hand smacked down hard on his pauldron, roughly shaking him to his senses. His eyes never left the woman across the bazaar.

“Who’s that,” he stated, knowing if any of his friends knew, Cara would. She always kept up with who was who and what was what. It came in handy during formal political galas. He always knew who was coming, thanks to her.

“Who- Oh,” he could hear her smile as she leaned on him as if he were a shelf, elbow resting on his shoulder. “That’s Dinna. A holonet reporter. The holonet reporter, actually.”

“The?” he asked, tilting his head in question. Ah, so not the force or a trick of the mind. A clone was still in the realm of possibilities though. He would’ve turned to look at Cara, but she made that impossible at the moment.

“The one who’s written all the stories about you.”

“There’s stories of me on the holonet?”

At this, Cara leans away, faux shock and hurt crossing over her features. “You really don’t listen to me when I talk, do you?” She shook her head. “My, my, how things have changed since you’ve become all high and mighty as-”

Din shoved her - hard - making her bark out a laugh as he turned back towards his small cruiser. The one that now held at least a dozen shaking, frightened kids he and a small team of his best Fighters had rescued from a slave ring a parsec over. They stopped in Navarro to resupply and refuel. Plus, he had a gift from Grogu for his Aunt Cara.

“Wait,” Cara falls into step beside him. “You wanna read one of her articles? I have it right here on a datapad,” she sing-songs, waving it in front of him, not truly expecting him to grab it.

He snatched it out of her hand, shocking her to a standstill, but not long enough to get rid of her. Din inwardly sighed, wondering if this is what it was like to have a sister as he scrolled down to the author’s name. He didn’t care about the story, especially if it was about him. Couldn’t believe half of anything on the holonet, anyway.

Her name had Djarin stopping in his tracks as he stared down at the datapad in his hand.

Dinna Djarin.

Impossible.

In a rush, it all came crashing back. The memories- joy- peace- the night before his worst nightmares came true.

***

“Din,” his mother had said, a smile on her face as she was helping him get ready for bed. “What do you say to being a big brother?”

“Am I getting a brother?” He had asked, curious how that suddenly just happens. “Is he coming tomorrow?”

“Or a sister,” his mother chuckled as she led him toward his bed. “And not tomorrow, but many months from now.”

“That seems like a long time to wait,” he mumbled through a pout.

“Babies take time to grow inside mommies,” she patiently explained, before changing the subject to something she knew he would enjoy. “What would you name a brother or sister?” He was naming everything during that time. From a pet rock to each of his mother’s scarves.

Din’s face scrunched in concentration before answering matter-of-factly. “I would name a brother Traven and a sister Dinna.”

“And why do you pick those names?” She tucked him under the covers, but he was being difficult, trying to sit up, getting excited about the prospect of a brother or sister.

“Traven because it’s a cool name and Dinna because then everyone would know not to mess with her since her name is like mine!”

“Oh so you’d be protective of her, would you? What about Traven?”

“I’d teach him to take care of himself, just like daddy teaches me!”

***

“Mando?” Cara’s concerned voice had his head snapping up to meet her gaze.

He hesitated before taking long, quick strides as he absently returned her datapad back. Any residents in his way parted when they saw who was coming. “What do you know about her?” His voice came out shakier than he intended. Thank Manda for his modulator.

“Not much,” Cara shrugged, easily keeping pace, and Djarin knew he was basically going to get a full briefing. The lady was writing about her friend’s exploits. There was no way she didn’t know as much detail as possible about the reporter. “Works alone. Writes interesting stories while keeping them as true as she knows them. No criminal background of any sort. From Aq Vetina-”

Djarin spun on her, tense, facing her as if she were the enemy.

“How-” he cleared his throat, attempting nonchalance and failing if the look Cara was giving him was anything to go by. “How common is her name,” it was a demand from a king, not a question from a friend.

She didn’t even flinch. “I know I’ve never met anybody with that name- Dinna. Sounds like a kid named her,” she chuffed out. A sad attempt to lighten the tension surrounding their little bubble. She continued after immediately realizing it was futile. “As for Duhjahren- well, I looked it up in the New Republic database and it’s not common.”

“The ‘D’ is silent.”

“The ‘D’ is-” her furrowed brows raised in shock. “You mean-” She grabbed his upper arm and dragged him into her office a few doors down. She stood silent after closing the door behind them.

Djarin didn’t dare speak. He wasn’t sure he could.

“Are you telling me that you have a sister?” Cara whisper-hissed, as if saying it any louder would be blasphemy.

Djarin stayed silent, mouth dry, throat suddenly clogged. Cara was now inches in front of him somehow, lips moving, forming words, but he couldn’t hear anything except the buzzing in his ears. It had been a long few days of fighting, then calming young foundlings, then figuring out if they had any family, then hyperspace on the lowest amount of fuel he’s ever dared fly on, just to get off that awful planet where no good memories were had for the children.

And now this.

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Dinna Djarin eyed her new - well, new to her - blaster and smiled, holstering it. The Toydarian earlier in the day was a tough negotiator (as most are), but she felt she had gotten the small blaster pistol at a good price.

Where she was headed, she would most likely need it.

Dinna wrapped her scarf around her head, keeping warm on this unusually chilly Nevarro night as she exited her ship. She looked around the landing bay, noticing a group of kids with Marshall Dune (someone she needed to talk to first thing tomorrow) sitting around a fire, eating and chasing each other. Their laughter reached her ears, making her smile. Around them stood a few Mandalorians looking as though they were waiting to be attacked. Dinna wondered if their Mand'alor was around. Yet, another person she wanted to interview, along with the Silver Mandalorian she had been furiously following the past few years.

With a sigh, hoping they’d all be there in the morning, she headed back through the now empty market. If what she heard in the cantina earlier in the day was true, then the underground massif fights would be in the sewers. The same sewers she had heard a covert of Mandalorians used to live in before their Mand'alor reclaimed their planet and surrounding moons.

Dinna didn’t know exactly what she was hoping to find in the sewers. If she could make a story about these illegal fights or if she was wanting some clue on how to find the Silver Mandalorian. All she knew was that she was at a loss on where to go next and her boss wanted another story about the Silver Mandalorian, or better yet, the new Mand'alor.

She stopped in front of a tattered curtain that revealed stairs leading to the sewers. She knew because she had found it earlier, not wanting to get lost in the dark of night. With a deep breath and a quick glance around to make sure nobody was following her, she slipped in, following the deafening sounds of betting shouts and massif growls.

Once there, she immediately weaved through the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd, close to the fight so she could take a few discreet holoshots to show the marshall in the morning and found an out-of-the-way corner to hide in. She may have bought a blaster, but that didn’t mean she was the greatest of shots. Honestly, she probably shot worse than a stormtrooper. It was more of a confidence booster than anything. Granted, with the trouble she always seemed to find, it would’ve been smart to practice every once in a while. She shoved that thought aside, thinking she’s lived this long so there probably wasn’t much to worry about.

Until a Devaronian bumped into her.

“Fragile human,” he growled, his pale, red face and thick, dark horns making him look like the devil himself. “What are you doing down here? And with nothin’ but a little blaster.”

“For the fights,” Dinna replied, standing tall, never one to back down even with all the odds against her and thinking she definitely should’ve practiced with her old blaster more. Or maybe even a knife. Some close combat skills would’ve been smart, now that she thought about it.

“Really? Maybe we should make them more interesting,” he looked over his shoulder. “What d’ya say, boys?” Behind him was a Twi’lek who looked more gray than blue and a pale pig-faced Snivvian.

“What did ya have in mind, Boss?” The Twi’lek moved closer, eyeing Dinna, a knife twirling through his fingers.

“Hmm… I was thinkin’ she could join the fight.”

“Good idea boss,” the Snivvian bobbed his head, arms stretching out to grab her.

“Now wait a second here,” Dinna stepped out of his reach, hitting the wall, eyes frantically searching for a way out. “I’m just here to place bets, just like everyone else.”

“I don’t think so, little human,” the Devaronian shook his head, towering above her. “I’m the one in charge here and I say you join the fight ‘cause I heard about you.”

“About me?” She squeaked, mind scrambling as she tried to keep her voice steady, shrinking into herself. “I’m nobody.”

“That’s not what I hear,” the Devaronian chuckled darkly. “I hear you're that nosy reporter who likes to make the galaxy a better place.”

“You’ve got the wrong-”

“Well the Outer Rim isn’t the Outer Rim for nothin’. We like it messy,” he shrugged. “And what’s messier than a human being ripped-”

“She said you’ve got the wrong person.”

All three spun on their heels, leaving Dinna in their shadows, hidden from sight. She wondered who just spared her a few more seconds of life.

“This ain’t your business, Mando,” the Devaronian spit out.

Mando? She wondered, slowly attempting to creep out of the corner.

“It is when she’s done you no harm.”

“I liked you Mandalorians better when you weren’t gallivanting about the galaxy, helping everyone in need.”

Now almost out from behind the thugs, about to make a run for the crowd, Dinna froze, unable to believe her eyes.

The Silver Mandalorian stood before them, looking bored, the low light reflecting off his armor making him look mystic. The Devaronian continued speaking nonsense until he suddenly wasn’t.

Dinna’s wide eyes followed the sound of a heavy thud to find the Devaronian body lying still. It took no time at all for the Twi’lek and Snivvian to make their move, both jumping the Mandalorian at the same time. He swiftly side-stepped them, effectively causing them to ram into each other, knocking themselves out. She searched the crowd to find they hadn’t noticed a thing. Perks of fighting in an already overly-loud, rambunctious place, she supposed.

“Follow me,” the modulated voice said while grabbing Dinna's wrist. Gently, but firmly, he guided her through the throng and out onto the still dark market street where he let go.

Following his quick strides, Dinna’s reporter instincts kicked in.

“Can I ask you some questions?” She asked, voice filled with hope.

The soft thud of his boots on the ground and dark, flowing cape were her only answer.

Maybe he wanted her to show her appreciation first?

“Thanks, by the way,” Dinna started, hands speaking just as much as her mouth. “For, you know, saving my life. No way would I have been able to get out of that one.”

She was met with silence.

“I’m Dinna.”

Not even a head tilt or a sigh or any sort of recognition was shown that he heard her.

“Hey,” she jogged a few steps ahead of the Silver Mandalorian and stopped directly in his path, facing him.

It worked. He stopped. He stared. Or, at least, she thought he was staring. It was hard to tell through the darkened visor.

“I’m a reporter,” she paused. “For the Holonet.”

Silence.

“Well, if you don’t want me to interview you, then could I get an interview with the Mand'alor?”

He stiffened.

Ah, so he was listening.

“Would you mind asking him for me? Or her? My boss would love it if I actually got an article in on time,” Dinna rambled nervously before this silent man, hands gesticulating as she continued. “Not that he’s a mean guy or anything. I’ve just been having trouble- I write about you, actually! I’ve written about you killing the Krayt Dragon, helping out those villagers on Sorgan, about that guy Koresh. Apparently a lot of people hated that guy. How you helped Boba Fett. Granted, I didn’t actually get to talk to the man himself. He was offworld at the time. I’ve even ran into a couple of New Republic X-Wing pilots-”

“Sounds like you’re all caught up.”

“What? Not at all. I’ve been hearing rumors about you putting dents in the spice trade and freeing slaves,” she trailed off as he started moving again, stepping around her.

“Do you know Bo-Katan?” She asked, following after him, not realizing they were headed to the landing bay. “I’d like to ask her about pledging her fealty to the new Mand'alor. Although I suppose it’s been a few years since you all got your planet back…Still, I’m sure she remembers what she felt back then.”

Dinna thought she heard a short bark of laughter from him, causing her to stumble mid-step at the sound. It sounded oddly familiar, but she shook the thought away and continued her badgering, now realizing where they were headed as she looked beyond the Silver Mandalorian.

“Those kids…” she thought aloud.

“What about them,” the Silver Mandalorian stated. Dinna decided to take the chance given.

“I was just wondering if you helped save them?”

“This is the Way,” he replied, turning back towards the landing bay.

“Okay,” she drawled, not noticing her ship as they walked past. “I’ll take that as a yes, then. Mind telling me how it went?”

Silence.

Dinna let out a long-suffering sigh. “Do any of the other Mandalorians with you talk as much as you?”

Silence.

“A name!” She shouted, surprising the group they were now in front of. The food was all gone, but the fire was still going strong with kids chasing each other while the other Mandalorians and Marshall Dune stood guard. “Please, can I get your name? I am so tired of calling you the Silver Mandalorian in my articles.”

The entire camp stilled, including the children, and seemed to listen for his answer.

“They do know your name, right?” Dinna leaned over to whisper at him after a few beats of silence, considering how intently they seemed to be waiting for his answer. She could feel the pins and needles in the air.

“Mando,” he finally replied and the camp relaxed, kids continued to play. “And yes, they know my name.”

“Mando?” She was incredulous and unsatisfied. “But everyone calls you Mando,” her arms raised in exasperation. “Even that Devaronian called you Mando.”

“A Devaronian,” Marshal Dune cut in. “That sounds interesting.”

Dinna was thankful that somebody was willing to talk to her. “Well, aside from the fact that he almost had one of his henchmen throw me in the massif fight, it was.”

Marshal Dune balked, taking in Dinna’s small frame. Mando’s relaxed hands fisted, leather gloves creaking in that quiet moment.

“Mando saved me,” she unnecessarily pointed out. “Oh! I have holoshots of the fight to show you, Marshal Dune. And I can show you where it’s at-”

“I’ll show you in the morning,” Mando stated before settling his attention on Dinna. “You don’t need to go back there.”

“But I have to,” Dinna shot back. “The whole reason I was down there was to learn about the Mandalorian covert that used to live there.” Or possibly write a story on the illegal fight, but Dinna figured he would be more sympathetic if it was Mandalorian related.

The helmet stared her down, silent as a grave. Dinna looked around uncomfortably, hoping someone would jump in to help, but nobody seemed to be paying any attention to their conversation except Marshal Dune, who was obviously siding with Mando as she stood by just as silent as the man standing between them. When she glanced back up at Mando, he was walking up the cruiser ramp.

“Hey,” she shouted after him, moving to follow. “Where are you-”

“You get used to it,” Marshall Dune stopped her with an outstretched arm.

“Oh,” Dinna’s shoulders slouched, suddenly feeling exhausted after…everything. Being threatened to be torn to shreds, meeting the very person she’s been writing about the past few years, having an actual conversation with him - well, sort of. It was late. He obviously didn’t want to talk and she was tired. “I’ll just…get some sleep then. Mind if I stop by your office in the morning to give you those holoshots?”

“Sure,” the marshal replied. “See you then.”

With one last look into the small cruiser, Dinna stepped away from the camp with hopes of speaking to Mando and Dune in the morning.

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Mando’a Words:

- Mand’alor (MAHN-dah-lor): Leader of Mandalorians

Pronunciations found here.

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