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navybrat817 · 11 months

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Epinephrine

Summary: Bucky races to win as you watch with anticipation.

Pairing: Motocross!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: Over 1.5k Warnings: Nerves, K-I-S-S-I-NG, swearing, POV switch, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Graphics talent and thanks: Banner by @sgt-seabass. Divider by @saradika. Bucky edit by Nix. Moodboard by yours truly. A/N: My third Connect 4 (C4007 - Square 3) / Into an Alternate Juneiverse for @buckybarnesevents! Set in my Dialed In AU, but can be read as a standalone. Apologies for any inaccuracies, but I'm human and still had fun writing this.❤️ Thank you @targaryenvampireslayer for the POV switch suggestion! Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Epinephrine. Both a hormone and a neurotransmitter, the chemical messenger transmits nerve signals to prepare your body for fight or flight. Most call it adrenaline. Some liken it to pre-race jitters.

Bucky considered it his own personal fuel.

Just breathe.

It amazed him how so many wrote off motocross as just another sport without considering the physical and mental training they put into it or how dangerous it was. Position, weight distribution, and correct form on the bike were all things to consider when practicing and racing. Not to mention no two tracks are alike, the conditions constantly changing. You had to take the hills, jumps, turns, and distance for your own safety and those around you.

He mentally wished Steve and the others a safe race, even Rumlow. Prick or not, he didn’t want the guy to get hurt. He sure as hell didn't want to lose to him either.

"For what it’s worth, I’m glad you didn’t hit him. Because he would have won and guys like him don’t deserve to win."

No, he doesn't.

His heart raced a little faster, his right palm starting to sweat as the nerves and excitement clashed in his chest. The knot in his stomach settled as he waited for the race to start, his focus on the path in front of him. The rough terrain ahead called to him, urging him to unleash whatever anger, fear, joy, and anything he had built up inside. He would go all out, leaving no regrets in his path.

All leading to you after he crossed the finish line.

"Good luck."

Gave me all the luck I need, Spitfire.

With your voice in his mind, it quieted any doubt that lingered. He knew his strengths and even his limits when it came to the sport. Getting back on the bike after his accident already proved that he was a winner. He didn't need to prove himself to anyone else.

But he hoped you would see his worth.

And as the gate dropped, he smiled behind his helmet.

You grabbed Natasha's arm as the riders took off, keeping an eye out for Bucky. She didn't pull away or make a comment when you dug your nails in. You appreciated her a bit more because of that. You also didn't understand why you were nervous when you weren't the one on the track.

I've seen plenty of races, but I didn't have anything at stake before.

"Sorry," you muttered as you let the redhead go.

"It's okay. He's got this," she assured you.

You nodded, doing your best to give her a smile. A mile and a half long course and likely a twenty to thirty minute race and extra lap, you knew it was standard. But watching the dirt fly as you focused on Bucky's helmet, your heart felt like it was in your throat. You didn't just want him to win, you wanted him safe.

Just breathe. He knows what he's doing.

"If he gets hurt, I'm kicking his ass," you said, sucking in a breath as another rider got close to his back wheel.

"And nurse him back to health," Natasha teased.

"Yeah. With a uniform and all," you teased, actually kind of into the idea.

Down girl.

You got uncharacteristically quiet after that, your stomach dropping when Maddox gained on Bucky. He was still in a good position, his friend, Steve, up there with him. It was almost like witnessing a roller coaster ride, the ups and downs, the twists and drops. Adrenaline pumped through your veins and you could only imagine how the guys out there felt actually experiencing it.

Exhilarating.

As the riders got close to the final lap, you jumped up. You somehow stayed on your feet when your head spun, but you weren't going to miss this. Bucky and Maddox were almost neck-in-neck, but Maddox probably thought he had it in the bag. That kind of cockiness didn't always pay off.

You sure as hell didn’t want it to pay off today.

"Come on, Hothead," you whispered.

While Maddox turned his head to look at Bucky, the latter kept his head facing forward and elbows up. As if he didn't care that his competition was there. He raced smarter, not harder, as you watched with bated breath. He kept his lead toward the finish line as you couldn’t help but smile.

Bucky Barnes won the race.

He won. He fucking won.

"Fuck yes!" you shouted, uncaring of your language as Bucky took first, his left fist pumping in the air. The way everyone else cheered, they probably didn't notice. But you finally felt like you could take a proper breath, the mental ride coming to a stop. "For the record, I'm just happy he made it across the finish line. This has nothing to do with the date."

I can actually smell my own bullshit.

"Wow. You managed to say that with a straight face. Impressive," Natasha said, nodding toward the course as the race wrapped up. "Come on. Let's go congratulate him. And by we I mean you."

"He raced a good race. It was very exciting," you said evenly, but you eagerly pulled her along to get out of the stands and through the crowd.

You weren’t sure if you were actually allowed to go up to greet him, but people moved to let you through. Was it your strut or Natasha’s subtle stare that made everyone jump out of the way? As you got closer to Bucky and the other riders, you felt like your heart was going to race out of your chest when you stopped at the edge of the course. Especially when took off his helmet, a light sheen of sweat on his face as he shook his hair out.

Fuck me in the dirt, please.

“Go,” Natasha encouraged after some of the guys congratulated Bucky, except for Maddox who stood feet away with a glare on his face.

Sore loser doesn’t look good on him, but he’s not why I’m here.

Holding your head high, you locked eyes with Bucky when he looked your way. Seemingly forgetting the others around him, he walked toward you to meet you halfway when you stepped in the dirt. The two of you stood there for a long moment before he smirked. A slight one, but still a smirk.

“Looks like I won,” he said, his voice rough.

“You did. Congratulations,” you said, stepping back to hold out your hand. “And it looks like you get to go out with me, so double congratulations,” you simpered, previous annoyance that he bet a date with you completely forgotten.

“Are we shaking on it?” he chuckled, his gloved hand reaching for yours. A spark of electricity moved up your arm once he took it and you refused to deny your attraction at that moment.

“You could say that,” you smirked, yanking him close. “But I prefer to seal it with a kiss.”

You took a moment to appreciate how soft and warm his lips felt when you initiated the kiss this time. You allowed his tongue to slip inside and explore when you parted your lips, feeling the beat of his heart as he pressed his chest against your body. It wasn’t hard or urgent, but excitement and passion consumed you. It didn’t matter if he got your clothes dirty. Or that a few of the riders whistled and cheered at the display.

He smiled against your lips when you had to take a breath. “I thought you said you weren’t a prize.”

“And I thought you said your ass was all mine after you win,” you reminded him, almost wishing you reached around to squeeze it. Even dirty and sweaty, he still looked and smelled amazing. It was a phenomenon.

“I did and I meant it,” he said, sneaking in another kiss before he had to pull away. “You sticking around?”

“I’ll be with Nat. Go do what you have to,” you said, turning away to back to your friend. She had a smile on her face. You had one on yours, too.

“I still have to get your number, so don’t go anywhere!” Bucky called after you.

“Who said I was giving you my number?” you asked over your shoulder. “I never agreed to that.”

“How am I supposed to take you on a date without it?” he asked.

“You seem like a smart guy. You’ll figure it out, Hothead,” you teased, egging him on just a little.

“Want me to get on my knees, Spitfire?”

Yes and split me open with that talented tongue of yours.

“She’ll give you her number,” Natasha said, waving Bucky on as you laughed. You may have checked his ass out again because he did say it was yours. And he no doubt checked yours out as you walked away. “You are giving him your number before we leave.”

“I will,” you promised, giving her a small smile. “I’m glad you introduced me to him,” you added gently, looking forward to getting to know him more.

“And I’m glad you put a smile back on his face.”

Hearing that felt like a victory.

I guess we’re both winners today, Hothead.

Yay! He won! Was there ever any doubt? More to come. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

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photobombingcryptid · 1 year

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KICK HIS ASS, SEABASS.

The Saleen is indeed there, slugging a beer ans watching the carnage.

He looks at whereever the VIP lounges are on his way to the break room.

'Cade gets a nod in return and a smile, blood staining his a part of his face.

#ic #asks #pacisquodalcedonia #[plot: the big game]

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toysinthepackage · 5 years

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#dumb and dumber #kick his ass seabass

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gamewtfs · 7 years

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Awright, who threw that ink well?

#wolverine #NES #mutant #x men #ink well #title screen #who threw that #gamewtfs #kick his ass seabass

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larry-hotdogs · 6 years

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#kick his ass #seabass

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doubleleoenergy · 3 years

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Bad Habits

My bad habits lead to late nights, endin' alone. Conversations with a stranger I barely know. Swearin' this will be the last, but it probably won't.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x sexworker!fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, innocence kink, corruption kink, sex work, anal, oral, rough fucking

Words: 1,286

Notes: This is my submission for @my-divine-death’s motell 666 writing challenge! I chose: the demonized, #999, and segsy seabass.

One knock. Two knocks. Three knocks on room #999. Their usual knock code and room number. Lee approached the door, a smile spreading on his face as he adjusted himself in his uniform.

Lee had found her through a colleague at the station, had gotten the number for her agency and had told the woman on the phone what he was looking for. At the end of their conversation he had scheduled an ‘appointment’ at motel 666 with y/n and the rest was history.

This became the routine every Friday for over three months, and Lee couldn’t get enough. She was beautiful. Lee thought she could’ve been a model if she didn’t waste so much time on her back. He paid in all cash, no paper trails and nothing that could get him in trouble at the station.

Y/N filled a void in his life, fulfilled every dirty fantasy that ran through his mind, and was the only woman that kept him company with her presence. She’d call his number from the main line every Thursday to confirm their ‘appointment’ and ask what he’d like to do that week. It always varied, the kinkier the better for Lee. Some days he handcuffed her to the bed and ate her out while she came over and over on his tongue. Other days he choked her till she passed out while fucking her in every position imaginable. No hole was off limits with her, she only had two rules: always wear a condom and no kissing on the lips. Both were easy for Lee to commit to.

Lee opened the door, taking in the sight of y/n for the evening. She was dressed in a black and white plaid skirt, white blouse, white stockings, and black Mary Jane’s. Her curls bounced as she stepped past him into the motel with Lee shutting the door behind her.

“Good Evenin’, Sheriff.” She teased, moving to sit down on the bed, her legs crossed as she undid her shoes and kicked them aside.

“Evenin’ y/n.” He responded, taking in the sight of her before him on the bed.

Tonight’s request was all about ‘corrupting y/n’s innocence’. Lee wanted y/n to play an innocent college girl while he played the big bad sheriff looking to corrupt her. His part wasn’t as much of an act. Y/N was in her early 20s, playing the part perfectly as well, as she used the funds from her job to pay for her college classes.

“I need a little help with somethin’.” She whispered, opening her legs to display her bare pussy to him. “I’ve never had’a orgasm, Sheriff. Would ‘ya be able to help me with that?” She asked, batting her doe eyes at him.

Lee moved closer, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his trousers, letting his cock spring free underneath. He wasn’t wearing any briefs, giving him more relief for his aching cock.

“I’ve got somethin’ for ‘ya, sweets. Do you know how to suck a cock?” He stepped out of his trousers, keeping his uniform shirt and tie on, his badge shining in the light from the lamp beside the bed.

“No, Sir, I’ve never even played with myself.” She chirped, her eyes widening at the sight of Lee pumping himself in his hand. Faking innocence, check.

“It’s easy, just open ‘ya mouth and I’ll do the rest.” Y/N got on her hands and knees on the bed, staring up at his cock and opening her mouth wide. Lee moved closer, slapping his cock against her tongue before pushing in her mouth, watching as she enveloped his cock, swirling her tongue on the underside of it.

“Look at that, a fast learner.” He taunted, bucking his hips deeper into her warm mouth. He fucked her face, watching as saliva dripped down her chin and onto the floor, tears streaming down her face. Lee finally pulls out of her mouth with a pop, spanking her ass from under her skirt. It made him hornier to fuck her fully clothed.

“Turn around, wanna see that pretty pussy of yours.” He commanded, watching as she moved her face against the motel mattress, her pussy on display for him. She could hear the rip of the condom wrapper, turning her head to ensure that he put it on. “Have ‘ya had anything in this pussy?” He rubbed his cock against her folds, making her shiver.

“No Sheriff, never even had a man touch me.” She lied, wiggling her ass on his cock.

“Well sweets, I’ma ‘bout to fuck ‘ya real nice.” His cock pushed in, her pussy tightening instinctively around him. Lee groaned as he bottomed out inside her, moving his hips in an animalistic rhythm. “Look at that, ‘ya pussy is made for me. Tell me how much you like it.” He instructed, slapping her ass as he fucked in and out of her.

“I like it, Sheriff! Your cock feels so good in my pussy, thank ‘ya for fucking me!” She felt that familiar feeling building up in her stomach, her eyes flying shut. “I’m gonna cum, thank ‘ya Sheriff!” Y/N cried out, her walls tightening around his cock.

“Good girl, sweets.” He pulled out after she came down from her high, his cock coated in her cum. “We’ve got one more hole to break in.” He announced, his cock poking at her tight ring of muscles.

“N-No Sheriff, please!” She fake-pleaded with him, pretending to wiggle out of his grip. Lee doesn’t stop, her cries spurring him on as he pushes his cock in deep, not giving her time to adjust to the intrusion before fucking her mercilessly.

“No Sheriff, please don’t fuck my ass!” She cried out, bouncing forward with every thrust. “Can’t take it, it’s too much! Please!”

“This ass is so tight, look at ‘ya, turning into a whore on ‘ya Sheriff’s cock. Your beggin’ me to stop, but your body says keep goin’. ‘Bout ready to burst in this ass.” He groans, fucking into her faster before he cums inside the condom, holding himself inside her until he comes down from his high, finally pulling out.

Lee tosses the condom in the trash, y/n sitting up and pulling back on her shoes, walking to the bathroom and washing the saliva stains from her face.

“Got the cash?” She asks, drying her face and straightening her clothes, her hands placed on her hips.

“Right…” Lee went over to the nightstand, pulling out the envelope of cash and setting it on the bed. “Listen, why don’t we go out for dinner? My treat.” Y/N grabbed the envelope, opening it up and counting the cash to make sure it was accurate, an eyebrow raising at his offer.

“I appreciate it, but no thanks. You’re a great customer though, Lee.” She added, a sigh leaving Lee’s lips at her words. Customer. Was that all she thought of him?

“Y/N, I don’t want to just fuck, ‘ya know? You’re perfect; smart, beautiful, a good lay. The whole package.” He rubbed his hands over his face, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I’m in love with ‘ya, y/n. I want to take care of ‘ya, want ‘ya to be my girl.”

Y/N shifted uncomfortably in her heels, chewing on her bottom lip. She strides to the door, the envelope in her right hand while opening the door with the other.

“Lee, what we do, the fantasies we play out, it’s all fake. None of this is real. You’re my client, I’m your hire. That’s it.” Lee looks down at his hands, his jaw tensing.

“I’ll see ‘ya next week.” And with that she’s gone, leaving Lee to drink away his sorrows in room #999.

#adivine2kcelebration #motel666writingchallenge #lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x female reader #lee bodecker smut

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 years

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can we get a sequel to the age gap where y/n and sebastian discuss the whole kids and marriage?

sebastian had always wanted kids but that thought had pretty much been stuck in the back of his mind for as long as time itself

once he went past 35 he started to believe that maybe kids weren’t gonna happen so he forgot about it

that thought returned once one of his college best friends had a kid

he had invited sebastian and y/n over to the hospital to meet the baby and no doubt he was excited

he always found it odd to see any of his college buddies become parents, the dawning thought that “hey this guy’s a dad” would constantly cross his mind and this time was no different

“how are you feeling?” y/n asked the mother as sebastian’s friend told him the labour story. the woman was tired but with this happy haze on her face as she stared at her baby, slowly nodding. “well, she looks lovely” “do you wanna hold her?” “can i?” “of course you can”

y/n craddled the little bundle of covers where the baby girl was wrapping in, giving her a grin and cooing sounds as she rocked her gently

sebastian stopped his conversation to look at her holding the baby as if it was their own

“hey seabass, your girlfriend’s a natural. when will you two have a little one?” “no in the cards for us at the moment”

had he not been so distracted in his answer, he would’ve probably noticed her looking down to the side, forced smile on her face

eventually they left the hospital room allowing the new mum and dad to spend time with their baby

as they walked into the car, sebastian could sense something was wrong

she sat on the passenger side, head leaning against the rain dropped stained car window, turning on the music which was her universal sign of “i don’t wanna talk right now”

“hey, where do you wanna get food?” he tried to cheer the environment up, no idea of what he’d done “i think i’m just gonna cook tonight, love”

being called love should make him feel better as whenever she was mad at him she just called him “sebastian” or his full name but she wasn’t mad. yet it sounded wrong.

“you sure? will’s restaurant is serving that spinach pasta you really like, i could get you some.” “seb, honey, i’m not that hungry” “oh ... what about dessert? frozen yoghurt with white chocolate sauce?” “seb, you have a read through tomorrow” “it’s online, baby. let me treat you” “you need to rest”

now sebastian was worried. no to spinach pasta and frozen yoghurt?

once they got home, she installed herself away from him, going to check what leftovers they had on the fridge before sitting down on the comfy chair by the couch

“do you really not wanna have kids?” she spoke over the show she had put on the tv. sebastian turned his head, mouth dried up. “i know we never discussed it but i always thought ... i mean at least in interviews you used to say you wanted kids” “you think i don’t want kids?” “well ... seems like it” “what? y/n i’ve always wanted kids but ... i thought you didn’t want to have them now” “well not now now but in one or two years i would like to have one” “you wanna have my baby?” “no seb, i wanna have my second boyfriend’s baby” “we can have a baby?” “considering your swimmers still work yeah” “oi, don’t get cheeky come over here”

y/n blushed before sitting on his lap, sebastian immediately kissing the side of her face “our baby will kick every other babies’ ass” “seb” “what? it’ll be a very hot baby” “seb don’t call our future baby hot” “sorry babe, but a baby half you half me? baby will be both smart and gorgeous. you’re the smartest woman i know” “seb just because i have a science degree doesn’t mean i’m the smartest woman you know” “you’re the hottest nerd i know” “you’re just trying to get under my good graces” “i am definitely trying to get under something from yours, but it’s not your good graces” “oh god, it’s like dating a university fresher all over again” “i think we should practice some baby making”

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan headcanon

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wolveria · 3 years

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Me reading ch. 18 (a chronicle): oh. Oh. Oh no! Oh YEah beat his ass bb!! Wonderful writing as per usual:)) keep up the fantastic work! Loved it

Kick his ass, Seabass! Yin finding loopholes around her programming for Connor is my favorite thing. And thank you!!💙

#polaroid summers #kind words #💙#inside your wires

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caixxa · 3 years

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If you're still accepting these: Luotsivene by Neljä Ruusua, for Sepe/Roddy

Hi and yes! This has been on my writing list for days, instant little fics are obviously not my strength.

Thanks for the amazing prompt! Translations of the lyrics to English can be found here and here.

The fic under the cut. 882 words, T rated.

Rod/Sepe mini fic (title what title?)

Timestamp to my own fic Still of the Night

Angst and fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Sebastian picks up the pace of his steps but to no avail: the service window of the Tim Hortons coffee truck is shut, the metal panel folded down, and it stays closed even though he runs over to knock on the shiny red metal and holler “Hey” and “Please”.

This is some great fucking morning. First Justin dumps him and now he can’t even get coffee.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Coffee is no reason to cry over but he isn’t even going to think what is; he backs down from the truck in floundering steps, eyes getting misty and blurry. His heel hits the edge of the pavement and he almost trips down backwards; that would be so fitting for the situation, to fall on his ass, but he maintains his balance, pivots on the ball of his foot and kicks the curb.

His toes hurt hitting the hard concrete but he kicks it again, again, again.

“Hey! Seabass!”

An ever-familiar voice cuts Sebastian’s action mid-kick, leaving his foot to hang stupidly in the air until he lets it slowly down on the ground. A heat of embarrassment creeps up to his cheeks.

He wouldn’t have needed their head coach to catch him like this.

Rod jogs to his side in easy steps and leans to his knees to look him in the eye. Rod isn’t really taller than him, but Sebastian is hanging his head, posture sunken uncharacteristically.

Sebastian tries to wipe his eyes quickly and nonchalantly, as if to pretend he’s brushing off sweat, but no way does that fool Rod. His muscular arm drapes heavy and warm across Sebastian’s back, fingers squeezing his shoulder.

“Sebastian,” Rod says in a soft, low voice, “what’s the matter, kid?”

The word kid cuts Sebastian like a knife, it sounds too much like Justin fucking Williams, and he sniffles involuntarily. A tear rolls down his cheek and he hates how it exposes his vulnerability.

Rod, apparently acting out of instinct, wipes it off with his wide thumb and that is definitely too much. Sebastian shudders from a sob he tries to withhold, and he squirms away from Rod’s hold.

“It’s nothing. Leave me alone,” he mumbles.

Rod nods and leaves his shoulders with a friendly rub on the back of his neck.

“Okay,” he says, “I just had to get you to stop kicking that curb. Skating is a bitch if you have broken toes.”

A chuckle escapes from Sebastian’s pursed lips, and he snorts out of his nose that has got stuffy with the tears. He bats moisture out of his eyelashes and wipes his nose with the back of his hand like a child.

Rod laughs softly. “Aren’t you a mess, Sebastian. You don’t know if you should laugh or cry. Or kick or scream.” He nudges Sebastian’s closer shoulder before crossing his arms over his chest. “Now, please tell me what’s bothering you. Let me help.”

Sebastian straightens his posture, rolling his shoulders and lifting his chin, squints slightly at Rod, as if assessing whether to trust him with his worries or not. He knows he can’t spill it all to him; it’s quite enough for one morning that Rod sees the mess he is outside, he doesn’t have to bare the mess inside. Not all of it, at least.

But maybe he could use company. To distract him from his thoughts, to keep his head above the surface until he can safely ponder the gravity of Justin’s words.

Sebastian turns his head and gazes at the Tim Hortons truck.

“I just really wanted coffee,” he says.

Rod shakes his head, a smirk rippling on his lips.

“I think we can find you some in the hotel.”

Sebastian stifles a shudder, he doesn’t want to run into teammates in the lobby bar in his current fragile state. He feels like everyone’s eyes would be on him, they all know by now that he spent the night in Justin’s room, they might see that he has been crying. His knees feel suddenly weak, they give in, just slightly, but enough that he grabs Rod’s forearm for balance.

Rod looks at him, worry in his eyes.

“I don’t want to go to the lobby,” Sebastian says in a choked voice, Christ, he really is a mess, he realizes that he is looking Rod in the eye like a frightened animal, pleading and bewildered.

Rod pats the back of his hand that is still resting on his forearm.

“It’s okay, kid,” he says. “You get some rest and I’ll get you room service. Then you’ll talk. If you want to, but I hope you’ll want to. Whatever it is, you need to get it off your chest or it will fuck up your game. Whenever you’re ready.”

Sebastian looks to the side, then moves his gaze back to Rod, a bit steadier now.

“Thanks, Roddy,” he says. He worries his lower lip with his teeth, looks away, looks at Rod again. “Can I ask something of you?”

Rod nods. “Sure.”

“Can you please not call me kid right now?”

The corner of Rod’s mouth twitches, not in scorn but in compassion for Sebastian’s agony. He lifts his hand from the back of Sebastian’s hand, places it on the nape of his neck and pulls him in for a quick hug, face pressed on Sebastian’s hair.

“Of course I can,” he mutters. “Of course I can, Sebastian.”

#fic #hockey rpf #song and ship ask game #asks #answered #might fuck around later and add chapter 2 in the ao3 version

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tornbetween2loves · 5 years

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Arcana Unbound: A Memorable Day for Xiphos

Four thousand years ago gods and magic shaped and ruled and were plentiful in the world. Man and all the creatures were shaped and marked by it. Then things began to change. Gradually those things of magic diminished and the things of science took precedence until magic became a myth tucked away safely in children’s fairy tales and skilled entertainer’s parlor tricks.

It’s been a thousand years of progress unmarked by true magic.

Things are about to change.

This is a collaborative TRR AU created by @innerpostmentality and myself. It takes place 25 years in the future and focuses on the children of current TRR characters.

Disclaimer: All original TRR characters belong to Pixelberry. We claim their children as our own creations. They’re our babies and we love them.

Warnings: Adult themes and suggestive content. Please don’t read if under the age of 18.

Word count: 5200+

Link to our Masterlist

Dinner was served in three simple courses. A salad with fresh crackers and shrimp. Then a delicately roasted seabass. And finally a lemon chiffon dessert.

Xiphos smiled as he set down his fork after the last bite. “Your majesties, everything was delicious.” He turned and flashed a smile at Aeneas. The beers he had drunk were taking affect and he casually reached over and laid his hand on Aeneas’ thigh. “Thank you for inviting me.” His voice was low, almost sultry, and desire burned in his emerald eyes as he gazed into the eyes of the prince. He felt Aeneas tense.

"Hey. Xiphos. I've got something I need to ask you about." Aeneas stood giving a short bow to his parents. "Please excuse us."

Calais looked at her brother and Xiphos before turning to look at Sarissa, and then Leo. "Hey how about a movie?" To her utter surprise Leo perked up.

"Yeah! We can watch one of the new ones we just got in. The Greatest Showman? Or you can pick Sarissa."

Xiphos stood and bowed to the king and queen and followed Aeneas through the door. His palms were sweaty and his mouth dry again as he wondered what had come over him. What was he thinking? This was a mistake.

Sarissa shot a worried look in her brother’s direction before she locked eyes with Calais. “I think The Greatest Showman sounds fantastic Leo. Let’s go.”

Aeneas led Xiphos downstairs and then down a hallway in the west wing of the palace. He nodded at the guards until he stopped at a door Xiphos knew was the billiards room. Aeneas opened it and turned on the lights then shut the door behind Xiphos.

"Sit." It wasn't a question. Aeneas went over to the bar and grabbed two glasses and a bottle of scotch that was older than both their ages combined. He poured a couple of fingers into each glass and handed one to Xiphos. He studied his friend with a violet gaze so intense it was almost luminous for a moment as he perched against the billiard table and took a sip of the smoky fire in the glass before he walked over and set it carefully on a lamp table by the leather sofa where Xiphos sat. He finally released Xiphos from his gaze when he went over to the wall at the end of the table and selected one of the cue sticks from the rack. His voice had that same velvet quality that his mother and sister both possessed but in Aeneas there was the added depth of a rich baritone.

"There are times when I must admit to being a bit dense. And it doesn't help when my friends and my sister aren't honest with me."

Xiphos somehow remained composed as he followed Aeneas’ lead, selecting a cue stick. But his insides felt like jelly. Nausea grew in the pit of his belly from his nerves. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass and took a big gulp.

“You aren’t exactly the easiest person to be honest with. You can be very intimidating.” He gazed straight into Aeneas’ violet eyes as he tried to read something there about his true feelings. But he revealed nothing. Xiphos envied him in that moment. He wished he could be as stoic. He broke their gaze and grabbed the rack and placed it on the table. He needed a moment to get his thoughts in order. He started racking the balls. “I’ll rack first. You break.”

"You sure?" Aeneas lifted a brow at Xiphos before he placed the cue ball and leaned over to line up his shot. His eyes were laser focused as he took the shot with a smooth ease that completely belied the spin he imparted to the cue ball and the force it slammed into the racked assembly with. The balls scattered across the green felt, two of them fell into pockets. "Solids" He walked around the table focused on it, calculating. Aeneas called the three in the middle pocket and sent it home in a casual fashion before looking back at Xiphos.

"I'm the future leader of Cordonia. That more than anything has defined my life. Will define my life.”

“Four, in that corner." He pointed before making the shot. He walked over to his scotch and took another sip.

"You caught me off guard at dinner. I am not easy Xiphos. I never have been. But I need to be easy to tell the truth to. Even hard truths."

Xiphos cautiously approached Aeneas. “No, you are not easy. And I’m sorry I caught you off guard. That was not my intent.” He sighed and took a big swig of his drink. “I am not as practiced at controlling my emotional responses as you are. But I do have a few hard truths to tell you. And please bear with me because I’m not even sure how to say this.” He looked into Aeneas’ eyes. “But first I have to ask you this. Aside from being the future leader of this country, do you know what you truly want? What would make you happy?”

"My family, my friends happy. My country flourishing." Aeneas lifted a brow and smirked at Xiphos, "Beating you at pool."

Xiphos chuckled. “Well you definitely have that last part down. You’re kicking my ass before I’ve even gotten to take a shot.”

His smile faded. “As for the rest of it, we’re floundering. Or at least some of us are.” He sighed as his eyes drifted to the floor. “Aeneas, I have come to a realization about myself today. And it was your sister who woke me up. Apparently, I am terrible at hiding my emotions, so what I’m about to say may not come as a big shock to you. Up until this morning, I would’ve said I was in love with you. That my playboy reputation and all the time I’ve spent chasing other people were all attempts to get over you.

But then I had a conversation with your sister and she said something that I can’t get out of my head. She said she was in love with the idea she had created of me. And I just can’t seem to get that out of my head. Perhaps her and I have more in common than I realized. I’m not in love with you, Aeneas. I’m in love with the idea I created in my mind of you. Which is an idea where you are not the crown prince and you are free to love whoever you choose.”

He took a deep breath and swallowed hard. “And so, bearing all that in mind, I must ask your permission for something.”

Aeneas eyes widened, "Calais?" He walked back over to the pool table and called the five in the center pocket and totally missed the shot.

He looked up. "Permission?" He sighed. "Permission for what, Xiphos?"

Xiphos crossed his arms over his chest. “You started all this, you know. You set all this in motion. I was perfectly happy in my ignorance.”

“Looks like it’s my shot finally.” He walked up and surveyed the table a moment. “Nine ball, left corner pocket.” He lined up the shot and sunk the ball, then moved on to the next.

“I would like permission to court your sister, Aeneas.”

Aeneas sat down on the couch and looked at Xiphos. "My sister told you she was in love... What did you say to her?"

Xiphos shrugged. “She didn’t say she was in love with me. She said she was in love with her perception of me. There’s a big difference there. We don’t really know each other well enough to have any deeper feelings than that.”

He surveyed the table once more. “Eleven ball, left side pocket.” He tapped the cue ball gently with the stick, nudging the ball into the pocket. He stood up straight and turned to face Aeneas as he tried to read the expression on his face.

“I didn’t really say anything to her Aeneas. Other than asking for a chance to get to know her better.”

Aeneas dropped his head in his hands. Eventually he looked back up at him and scrubbed his face and sighed. "Aren't you supposed to be asking my Dad's permission? Hell." He frowned. "Listen there's just one thing I want you to promise me. You are both adults and no one can know going into any relationship what is going to happen. But don't screw around on her, Xiphos. If you get bored or find more chemistry with some supermodel just be honest and break up clean. Don't fuck around and swear never again and break her. Do you understand? And if you want to understand my sister you have to see her art."

Xiphos narrowed his eyes at Aeneas. “Did you even listen to anything I said to you? I’ve spent years using people to try and forget what I felt for you. It never worked. What I really need is to build a true connection. Calais made me feel that it might be possible.” He walked over to where Aeneas sat and stroked his cheek softly. His voice was soft and shaky as he whispered, “I’m asking permission from you to ensure that you’re ok with me moving on. This is about my feelings for you.”

Aeneas looked in his eyes, pure amethyst meeting emerald for a long moment before he nodded. "Xiphos… while we are doing this. Do I have your permission to court Sarissa?"

Xiphos couldn’t stop himself from laughing. “My friend, you may court Sarissa all you want. I think you know damn well she has no interest in being queen. She is her father’s daughter. She will be head of your Royal Guard one day. She will protect you with her life. But sure, if you wish to try I have no problem with it.”

One dark brow arched as Aeneas sipped his scotch looking over the rim of his glass. "Perhaps I can convince her that she can guard me better by my side and help direct more than just the Royal Guard. I see a lot of your mother in her. And your sister is more beautiful than she knows." Aeneas waited until Xiphos was about to make his shot before adding, "Of course she may prefer Leonides. You know he is crushing on her pretty hard."

Xiphos lost his concentration and missed his shot completely. “That’s not funny.” He turned to face Aeneas with a hard glare. “Look, you feel free to pursue my sister as long as you are genuinely interested and not doing it because of me. My sister is strong and knows what she wants and I’m confident you won’t break her. But I’ve learned not to underestimate you in the past and I also know that when you want something you are relentless.” He walked back to the rack to replace his cue stick. “I forfeit this game. You win, your highness.” He bowed deeply and headed for the door.

"Xiphos!" The tone brought him up short. Then he heard the glass smash against the stone of the fireplace.

Xiphos flinched and he stopped in his tracks. He turned on his heel to face Aeneas with a scowl on his face. He gritted his teeth and his emerald eyes shone as his face grew red and hot. He had his mother’s temper and could feel it flaring in the pit of his stomach. His voice was low and tense. “What?! What do you want from me Aeneas???”

"I want you to fucking tell me exactly what just pissed you off? One minute you're amiable and the next it's 'your highness.' I wasn't fucking joking.

And you want to know the truth? My brother and my sister are better catches than I am. I have got a whole fucking stack of files full of women who want a crown. And I'm also apparently attractive if I just didn't have that pesky crown. Guess what?... It's a fucking package deal!

And yes, you telling me that your sister, who I was completely honest about my feelings toward is only interested in guarding the crown isn't very funny to me. I will give you a hundred Euros if my little brother isn't sitting in the dark theater staring besotted at her at this very minute. You want to go fucking check?"

Xiphos was trembling inside but channeled his father and kept his cool. Except for his eyes, swirling with hot tears that threatened to overflow. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. He had never seen Aeneas like this. He always kept his cool. Always. He couldn’t help but wonder if maybe this was all just a big misunderstanding. Xiphos dug deep inside his heart and tried to sort through his feelings. After a few moments, he opened his eyes with one last deep breath. His eyes were dry as he approached Aeneas, keeping their gaze locked and steady. He extended his arm out as if to shake hands. “I am sorry. I believe I have not done a very good job at communicating with you. What I’m trying to say is complicated, yet simple. It has to do with you and I. No one else should’ve even been brought into it. I am sorry that I made a joke out of you pursuing my sister. I did not realize you were being sincere. I didn’t mean any of those things I said. I do think you have your work cut out for you because she is pretty set on following in our father’s footsteps.”

“But you must understand that there is another reason she would be hesitant to respond to your advances. Because of me. I love you Aeneas. I have no explanation for when or how it happened, but it did. And I can try all I want to explain it away and say I’m only in love with an idea I created in my mind, as your sister said about me. But that’s not the truth. I have made so many excuses for why I need to forget my feelings for you and move on. But the fact is that I can’t do it. Believe me I’ve tried.

Now I’m standing at a crossroads. I need to get these feelings out. I need for you to know, to see that they are real and strong. And you need to either accept or reject me. Because I can’t move on otherwise. I will just continue along this same path I’ve been on for years. And I don’t want to hurt anyone I truly care about. Your sister is amazing. But she’s right. There’s no hope for her and I to develop something real with this hanging over me. I need to either be with you, or be heartbroken and push you out of my system. Does that make sense? Can you see that I am stuck?”

Aeneas jaw dropped a bit. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I need another drink. Fuck. Sit. Shit."

He walked over, filled both glasses up, and sat down next to Xiphos sipping his scotch. "You were right about this being my fault. This social season stuff. Xiphos, I seriously just haven't even. I think I'm just completely fucked up." He looked in Xiphos' eyes completely honest.

Xiphos smirked. “Don’t worry, you’re not the only one who’s fucked up. I’m right there with you. Honestly, I think this social season has all of us fucked up.” He took a long swig of his whiskey, wincing slightly at the burn as he swallowed, then shifted in his seat to face Aeneas.

Aeneas shook his head his voice soft, "Xiphos, I've never dated. I love my family. I like my friends. I watch my parents. You saw them tonight. It is a little disturbing how much they display their affection all the time in the residence. I just have never felt that. I don't know if I even can.. for anyone."

Xiphos raised his arm and softly stroked Aeneas’ cheek. He placed his hand under his chin and slowly turned his head so they looked at each other, faces inches apart. “You are so capable of love, Aeneas. I see it in your eyes. But you have to open yourself up to feel it.” Xiphos trailed his fingertips down Aeneas’ arm and grasped his hand. “You must forget about everything else for a moment and let yourself feel. Don’t think about your family or your country or even me. Just feel.” He kissed Aeneas’ lips, softly at first, uncertain how he would react.

Aeneas looked in his eyes, curious. He closed his eyes for a moment then pulled back and looked at him concerned as he shook his head. His voice was gentle. "Xiphos, I really don't want to hurt you or anyone. I am flattered that you believe in me. In my capacity to love. But I don't know how to stop thinking. And all I can think is that I'm going to hurt you, and my sister, and whatever poor soul I wind up picking for my Queen." A tear escaped before he turned and gulped the smooth fire in his glass.

Xiphos sighed as he cast his gaze down to the floor. He gulped down the rest of his whiskey as he stood up. His eyes were hot with tears of sadness. His voice was shaky and cracked with emotion. “I am sorry Aeneas. I don’t know how to help you. I wish I could break through your wall. I wish you would let me teach you.” He turned to look into his violet eyes as he wiped away a single tear from his cheek. “But thank you for giving me what I needed.”

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Xiphos stood outside the theater a moment to collect his thoughts. He was still rattled about his conversation with Aeneas; but he felt like a weight had been lifted. He was hurt, but it was okay. It was a good hurt. He could get through this. He could move on from this point in his life; where he had been stuck for so long. He opened the door quietly and snuck in without being noticed. He sat down next to Calais, touching her arm gently. He leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Hey can we talk?”

The musical number "This is Me" was playing in all its power and glory. Sarissa watched the movie intently. Leonides was watching her; just like Aeneas had predicted.

Calais looked at him and he saw her eyes widen as she registered the turmoil in his eyes. She nodded and followed him out.

"Hey. You wanna go for a walk? Walks always help."

Xiphos smiled at her softly. “I’d love that. Lead the way.”

She led him out into the night and nodded at the guards as they passed them. She took him though the gardens toward the stables. She didn't press him; but did give him a flower with a smile. "Did you know that you can calm a horse by breathing next to it slowly. Not making eye contact. You just breathe in and out slowly next to them."

Xiphos smiled. “I did not know that, but that’s amazing.” He moved next to her until they stood side by side. “I wonder if it works on humans. He closed his eyes and listened to them breathe. They stood like that for a moment, then Xiphos opened his eyes as he grasped her hand and shifted his body in front of hers. He ran his hand down her cheek, tracing the outline of her birthmark. “I spoke with Aeneas. I told him how I felt.”

She closed her eyes a moment and took a deep breath. "Good."

"It's okay. I'll be fine. Aeneas is a lucky man. I know.." She looked up and her words cut off...

Xiphos pressed his index finger to her lips with a sad smile. “He’s not the lucky one. I am. He rejected me, Calais. He set me free. I’m free.” He removed his finger and wrapped her in his arms. He pulled her close until their bodies were flush.

She sighed sadly and relaxed into his embrace. "My brother is sometimes an idiot. I know that had to be hard."

"Why do you smell like apricots? And scotch?"

He chuckled. “I can explain the scotch. But apricots? I have no idea. And yes, it was hard. But I feel lighter. I truly feel free, like I can move on.” He wrapped his arms even more tightly around her and kissed the top of her head.

She smiled as she stroked his back a little tentatively. Suddenly shy, she buried her face in his chest her voice was a soft velvet murmur, "Thank you. Thank you for being brave." She looked up wonderingly lost in the beauty of his eyes.

He returned her gaze hopefully as he held her close and lightly stroked her cheek. “Calais, I truly think you are a beautiful person, inside and out. I hope you will be open to getting to know me better.”

His smile faded, replaced with a worried look. “We must try to help Aeneas. I am afraid for him. He doesn’t know how to open himself up to people. I fear he will make himself and whoever he chooses for his queen miserable.”

Concern washed over her features and she nodded. Her voice was very soft. "I know. He really doesn't reach out. He says he wants someone to see beyond his crown. But he never lets anyone see beyond it. When he's being particularly bad I sometimes call him "your Highness" that always pisses him right off. But at least there is emotion being expressed there."

She looked down at her hands in his. There was vulnerability and shyness in the velvet of her voice, "I.. I would very much like to get to know you better. I'm sorry my hands... It's from sculpting. I wear gloves but I know they aren't soft and beautiful."

Xiphos’ heart melted at this shy, gentle creature in front of him. He smiled and took her hands in his as he caressed the calloused fingers and palms, then brought each one to his lips for a soft kiss. “I would love to see your art. Will you show me sometime?” He looked down at her hands one more time. His voice was barely above a whisper as he raised his eyes to meet hers. Your hands are beautiful. You are beautiful.”

"You might not like it." She searched his eyes. "I would like to sculpt you." She blushed with her confession and dropped her eyes. "You are truly beautiful.”

"Did, did you like the sketch?"

Xiphos’ mouth dropped open in surprise. “Of course, I loved the sketch. I never realized it was possible to convey such emotion through art. You want to sculpt me? Like a real, life-sized sculpture?” He tilted her head back up to look into her dark eyes. “I would be honored to have you sculpt me. I would also be honored if you would allow me to see your work.” He stroked her cheek gently. “Please don’t be embarrassed. I think you are beautiful and amazing and nothing is gonna change that.”

"It's what art is Xiphos. Emotion. If it is good it should move you." She looked down. "I'm sorry. I sound like my mother." She laughed a little. "When I was little mother was always showing me various pieces and asking me what I felt. My favorites were always the pieces I could touch, her glass and some sculpture pieces. They let me get away with touching things I probably shouldn't have... because my parents were royalty." She laughed.

He smiled at Calais. “The perks of being royalty are many I guess.” He chuckled and laced his fingers through hers as they locked eyes. “Please don’t apologize for being passionate about what you love” He shifted his gaze downward. “I don’t think I’ve ever been passionate about anything. My parents spent a lot of time sharing their passions with me and my sister. I am trained in several different martial arts and skilled in weaponry. Sarissa shares their passion. I, however, always felt like I was just going through the motions.”

Xiphos sighed. “If there’s something I’m passionate about, I am certainly unaware.”

He paused reflectively. “My parents have been trying to groom me to take over the duchy. They want to retire in a couple of years. That’s why they want me to attend social season. They say it’s time for me to settle down.” He ran his hands through his dark locks with a heavy sigh. He hung his head low for a moment, then looked up at Calais with tears shining in his emerald eyes. His voice cracked with emotion. “How can I settle down when I don’t know who I am or what I’m passionate about?” He quickly brushed away a tear and turned away from her.

Instinctively she slipped her arms around him and laid her cheek on his back. "I would like to help you. It's not something that you can set a date on, Xiphos. You don't have to be alone in this."

He was quiet for a long while, his hands overlapping hers as she held him. He fought to control his emotions. When he finally spoke, his voice was barely a whisper. “Thank you. Thank god for you.” He brought her hand up to his lips and brushed them across her knuckles. Then he turned around to gaze into her eyes with adoration.

"Xiphos," she stroked his cheeks like the wings of a butterfly. "Could, could you maybe kiss me again?"

His face broke into a wide grin. He pulled her close so their bodies were flush, then gently grazed her lips with his. The contact sent a tremor through his body and he moaned quietly as he deepened their kiss. He gently pushed his tongue between her lips and he lost himself in her. He loved everything about this moment, how she felt pressed against him, the softness of her lips against his, the feel of her arms around him. He pulled out of the kiss breathless to look deep into her eyes. He stroked her cheek lightly. His voice was breathy and soft. “I could be passionate about you, Calais.”

"Xiphos…" She looked down. "I know you sort of know about the press. I mean I've seen pictures of you with people. I want so much to do things together. But you should know. Once we are connected... It's going to be a whole other level. They'll have us married and expecting if they so much as see us holding hands." She shakes her head. "I'm so sorry."

He smiled at her warmly. “I am no stranger to the press, for sure.” He pulled her close again, gazing into her eyes as he stroked her cheek. He let out a low chuckle. “We would have them all in a tizzy, Beautiful. I can see the headline now. ‘Cordonia’s most eligible bachelor off the market?’ That’s what they call me.” He smirked and shook his head. “Somehow I outrank your brother on the bachelor’s list. But I don’t care what they print or what anyone thinks.” His emerald eyes met her dark ones, filled with emotion as he moved his lips closer to hers. “I only care about you.” He pressed his lips to hers, as passion ignited between them once again.

She opened her mouth and invited his tongue to dance with hers as she moaned with the desire that sent her up in flames.

Neither of them heard Leo and Sarissa approach until it was too late.

Leo gasped, "Dayuumn."

Xiphos pulled out of their kiss abruptly and turned to look at them sheepishly. His sister stared at both of them, wide-eyed. He turned to look at Calais, her eyes were downcast and her cheeks red as she studied her feet.

Sarissa spoke first. “What the hell is going on here Xiphos?”

Calais swallowed to find her voice before she managed fairly levelly with a small soft smile. "I'm guessing that Leo was going to show you Xerses his cross-country horse?"

Sarissa narrowed her eyes at both of them. “Yes. But look what we found instead. My brother shoving his tongue down your throat. Gross.”

She turned to glare at Xiphos. “Was this your plan? Making my best friend your next conquest? I thought you came to talk to Aeneas?”

Xiphos’ eyes shone bright with rage as he spoke through gritted teeth. “I did talk to him. He rejected me!” His chest visibly puffed out as he began to pant.

Calais voice was soft as she instinctively rubbed small circles on the small of Xiphos’ back to soothe him. "Sarissa, please."

“Please?! Please what, Calais? How do you expect me to react to this? I’m sure Leo is just as shocked and upset, right Leo?” She shot Leo a pleading glance.

Leo grinned, but at her calling his name he immediately scowled. "Yeah." He cleared his throat. "Totally out of line man." He smiled hopefully at Sarissa.

Xiphos rolled his eyes at Leo’s comment. “Oh sure. I’m the one who’s out of line.” He reached for Calais’ hand and laced his fingers through hers. He looked deep into her eyes, then turned to face his sister. “Look, I know this is sudden and surprising to you Sarissa. But Calais is the first person I’ve had a real connection with in a really long time. I don’t plan to hurt her; I plan to court her.”

Calais looked at their fingers laced together and then looked at Leo and her friend. Her head tilted just a little and her shoulders squared. Her voice was soft velvet. "He makes me happy Sarissa. Please, just be happy for us."

A look of realization crossed Sarissa’s face as her mouth dropped open. She looked at Calais pointedly. “Wait a second. You mean to tell me that all these years the ‘secret crush’ you wouldn’t share with anyone was my brother?”

She shrugged as she searched for words to explain. "He was... busy. So it seemed... pointless, pathetic. Aeneas made me tell him."

Sarissa looked back and forth between Calais and Xiphos. She didn’t know how to feel about this. She felt protective of them both. “Have I not been giving you that same advice for years? Suddenly Aeneas speaks in his great wisdom and everyone listens.” She rolled her eyes and sighed as she rubbed her hands down her face.

She turned to face Leo. “I’m sorry but I need time to absorb all this. Come on Leo, show me this horse of yours.”

Leo let Sarissa get ahead of him enough to give Xiphos a grin and a thumbs up before he caught up with her.

Calais looked thoughtful a moment before looking at Xiphos. "She's pissed." She stroked his hand. "Come with me?"

Xiphos sighed. “She is most definitely pissed. But she’ll get over it.” He smiled and laced his fingers with hers. “I’d go anywhere with you.”

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