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extremelyblackandwhite · 3 years

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illicit affairs

pairing: sheriff lee bodecker x younger! reader

warnings: smut (18+), cheating, age gap

a/n: i love perfumes which smell of daisies so i made the reader use something like that. i do imagine her going for a very much female appearance and aura despite her personality and i can see lee fancying that sort of fragile femininity look paired with her independency. this song is based of illicit affairs from taylor swift but i was also listening to all too well at some points so i think some of that passed onto the writing. hope you enjoy xx

> DRESS

Leave the perfume on the self that you picked up just for him so you leave no trace behind like you don’t even exist. Take the words for what they are a dwindling, mercurial high, a drug that only worked the first few hundred times ... And you wanna scream don’t call me “kid”, don’t call me “baby”, look at this idiotic fool that you made me. You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else. And you know damn well for you I would ruin myself a million little times ...

The snow settled onto the ground, a view she could see from her white window. Sprawled against her window pane, the blue soft fabric of her dress cascaded down her body as she watched the snow fall and become one with the mass of white covering the once green grass of her home. Her feet dangled in anticipation, hair cascading into hairdresser set curls, held away from her face with a pearl barrette. Her fingers dangled across her collarbones, feeling the cold matching pearls which unlike her barrette clip, had been offered to her by Lee on thanksgiving. “A pretty girl like you deserves her own pearls” his voice echoed in her mind whenever her feeling felt the smooth irregular circle shapes of the pearls laying against her collarbones. There was nothing more than she wanted than to wear those pearls to the police winter ball, to show up wearing something he had bought for her with what money he gathered from his fickle Captain position, but she couldn’t. Everyone knew what she had, what jewellery she had, it was all valued at the insurance centre downtown and the pearl necklace definitely wasn’t. Her own pearls rested inside her ivory jewellery box along with the ribbon she was wearing around her waist when she first kissed him, and the comb that held her hair in place whenever she met him during windy nights.

Her grandmother had left before her, leaving with the grocery shop owner as her date for the ball but she had stayed behind. She had told her she’d rather go alone, blaming her loneliness on the fact all the boys her age were either engaged thus going with their wives and the single ones not wanting to do with her. Of course that was further from the truth and as she watched the snow fall, she imagined Lee’s cruiser driving through the snow, stopping in front of her home and knocking on her door to take her. But those were nothing but impossible scenarios created from the deepest part of her psyche. Looking over her shoulder, the clock on her bedside table shone 9PM into bold red letters. She should get going before her grandmother got worried. Her eyes lingered across her beauty parlour to the silver platter with her perfume, the one she’d picked just for him after hearing how much he loved the smell of daisies. She had to leave it, she couldn’t put any perfume on, she couldn’t take her pearls, she doesn’t exist. At least, she as Lee’s lover does not exist for all that everyone could know and nothing hurt more than the sound of her pearls returning to her ivory box. It was were they belonged, away from everyone, hidden, a mysterious sin secret.

With her white fur wrapped around her arms, she entered her glossy yet dull red car, pulling the hood up despite the weather. She wanted to feel the cold, she wanted that numbness to hide what she had been feeling for the last months. It was all so exhilarating when it began; the summer walks, laying in the middle of the forest in an old towel as he feed her ripe strawberries, escaping from her grandmother’s house at night and meeting him up under the apple tree in light dresses. However, at time wind down, she started to crave the rest of a relationship, the holding of hands. Instead what she got was clandestine meetings in parking lots, behind the bars or in the middle of the forest when no one could see them. She constantly told herself it was going to eventually be her turn, he was gonna leave Jane for her. Yet, she seemed to constantly fall on the same error every mistress before her did, the mistake of forgetting her place. Stopping in front of the old town hall where the ball was being held, she could see the soft lights, hear the laughter and it made her sick. She didn’t want to go in, she didn’t want to see those happy couples but she had too. She had to put up a show, be the little pedestal trouble starter woman she was expected to be and so she would.

Stepping into the hall, her eyes immediately found Lee in the corner speaking with the Sheriff, arm draped over Jane’s shoulder while the other hand held a clear cup probably with his favourite drink. Her heart sunk to the same place it always did as she got lost in the dance floor. She knew everyone in this town hall, from the first boy she ever kissed Jonah and his third wife Elizabeth to Billy whom had been prom king with her. There was nothing new anymore and what once felt new and true was now anchoring her inside a fishbowl of images of her own mistakes and unfulfilled life needs.

- Hey, Y/N. - Billy called out for her attention. She held onto the fur wrapped around her for comfort as she prepared her facade of a happy girl at a happy party. - Your grandma told me you ain’t gotta a partner for tonight. Could’ve told me, I would’ve taken you.

- It’s ok, ain’t like I need a man. - she replied, almost angrily although he deserved no anger from her. - What’s the stage for? We’re getting a band tonight?

- No, the new sheriff candidates announcing themselves tonight. Prepare for the blood bath.

- Sounds interesting. - she spoke out, her voice getting mumbled out as the mic’s sound hurt her and everyone else’s ear. The police chief stood there in his best attire, holding a small piece of papers, his fat thumbs hitting the mic to gather everyone’s attention. He already had their attention merely by wearing a cowboy’s hat with a formal suit.

- Now folks, we all now how much we gonna miss our good old Sheriff but it’s time to elect a new one. - his southern accent was pronounced, too pronounced, cartoonish even. Y/N remembered laughing as a child when she first heard him speak only to immediately shut up when her grandmother looked her way with a look which left room for no questions. She herself had barely developed an accent, her grandmother still very keen on instilling in her the education she herself had gotten. However, the longer she spent with Lee, the more it would sometimes slip; one or two words, nothing major. - Of course, Leroy is running again.

- I don’t know why he tries. - Y/N whispered to Billy, concealed laughing smile behind her hand.

- You gotta admit it’s a good thing to imagine. Damned Leroy and his prostitutes running the town? We’d be forgotten by God.

- We’re already forgotten by God. We were banished from the garden of Eden, don’t you remember? - she teased, always enjoying to toy around with the religion Knockemstiff was so hang up on. - We’re probably direct descendants.

- You ought to keep that mouth shut if you don’t wanna get in trouble. - he warned yet it went through deaf ears. Y/N liked stirring it, specially when it came to things which were so analytically flawed.

The regular list of candidates continued to go from officers to common folk who all believed they could make the town better. At least that was all they said they wanted to get some votes but at the end of the day, they just wanted to control the town with an iron fist. Do what they wanted without anyone question it. She couldn’t blame it, humans are hardwired to go crazy for power and let it consume them so she just let it pass. She knew all the candidates, they were always the same. Leroy, Matthew, Edwards ... all the common ones, she even wondered why they kept announcing it. Those three competing for the sheriff position was as certain as the sun coming up each morning.

- The last candidate is our cap’tain Bodecker. - her head snapped to the stage as every sound seemed to dim until she was surrounded by pure silence. All she could hear was the buzz from her ears as she watched him climb up the stairs to the stage, shaking the chief’s hands.

Everything seemed to be stuck in slow motion yet her mind was running faster than a shot bullet. The clapping was slow, everything was silent yet she could see their hands slowly clap and their lips moving in whispers. Her eyes roamed the crowd finding Jane right in front of the stage, looking up at him with adoration at the possible place she could possible hold; the sheriff’s wife. The slow motion ended with a loud crash and suddenly everything seemed just too fast. She ignored Billy’s pleas for her attention and moved straight to the small plastic tables covered in burgundy towels to make it look fancier where all the drinks and food were being held. One of her only friends from high school Mary was the one in charge, happily serving food and drinks to anyone who asked.

- Hi Y/N. - she always looked like the perfect housewife and that was always what she wanted to be. Beautiful, bountiful blonde hair with a few flowers matching her pink dress. Despite it all, she was always nice to her even with their different life goals.

- Hey Mary. How’s Paul? I heard from rumours you two had quite a nice honeymoon. St.Louis, right?

- Yes. He booked us a nice honeymoon suite, it had flowers and those heart shaped beds and chocolates. It was real nice, I’m hoping to be pregnant soon. What about you? Your grandmother said you came alone. You could’ve told me, my brother would’ve taken you.

- That’s alright, Mary. I don’t intend to stay for long ... Uhm, can I have a drink?

- Of course. Sidecar, as per usual?

- I think I’ll just have a double cognac, please. Or maybe some gin ... whatever can make me dizzy the fastest.

- Everything, okay?

- Just need to forget some stuff, it’ll be okay. - she forced a smile. At least half that phrase was true. Mary served her up with her best gin and she returned to the dance floor, trying to blend with the rest of the attendees, however her baby blue dress was much too different from anything else in town.

Y/N thought she’d be best outside where no one could see her and so she left, avoiding Billy who kept asking for her. She leaned against the old wood of the town hall, mascara running down her cheeks, and gin glass on the other one. She looked like the perfect warning tale of why you should not mess her married men. She knew better, she knew so much better but she still did it, like the idiotic little fool she seemed to be. Y/N sighed, the air condensing in the air as she drank from the glass.

- Pull yourself together, Y/N. - she looked to see side, her grandmother standing outside with the look she used to give her when Y/N embarrassed her as a little girl. - What did you expect?

- I’m just not having a good day, nana.

- You’re hanging around with Captain Bodecker that’s what you’re doing.

- What?

- Don’t play innocent with me, Y/N. You’re just like your mother and I’ve raised your mother so I’d know. I saw you leave in his car last week. Do you want to defend yourself?

- Is it even worth it? - she took a sip out of her drink. - What do you want me to say?

- I want you to pull yourself together and go inside. You better have this finished off before those elections start. I will not have my granddaughter be a home wrecker.

Y/N ignored it. There was nothing her grandmother could say that hurt more than what she was already feeling. She watched the snow fall from the cover of the banner covering the town hall, cold and icy yet somehow warmer than her. The drink didn’t last forever and although it was much stronger than what she was used to, she didn’t feel the slightest bit dizzy. It was if the universe was punishing her for her choices. She shook her head, leaving the glass onto one of the windows. She’d be better off at home and she’d already made her appearance. If someone asked where she was, she could’ve blamed it on their drunkness. Opening her little clutch, she started fishing for her keys through a sea of change, makeup and receipts.

- You better not be thinking of driving after you just drank. - she turned her head to see Lee with his hands on his waist, playfully smiling at her. His smile faded as he noticed the streaks of mascara from her eyes to her jaw. - Did that shithead Billy say something?

- No ... Lee, I wanna go home okay. - she sighed. - Can you just pretend you didn’t see me drink?

- I was hoping we could spend the night together. Rent a hotel room outside town. A real nice place, with a pool and some room service. My treat of course.

- I ... We can’t, Lee. Your wife is inside as she’s gonna notice you’re not there and you’re not home.

- She’s going home early. Jane’s been taking a few sleeping pills. She’s down for the night, won’t even notice. - he took a few steps closer to her, knowing everyone was too drunk to even remember. - I was waiting for you to come greet me, congratulate me. I can’t believe my girl wanted to leave before showing me how pretty she looked.

- You didn’t tell me you were running for Sheriff. - he cupped her face, thumb caressing her cheek. - You said it was a silly position.

- Yeah but ... it’s a Sheriff. I could become Mayor, ya know. The old sheriff thinks I’d be good for it. - he scratched the back of his neck, something he always did whenever he was nervous or was confronted by something he did not expect. Y/N had learned to read him and knew him better than her own favourite books. - C’mon, kid. It’s a night worth celebrating, don’t you think?

- Don’t call me kid. - she shot her head his way, his word hitting a particular hurt spot which she didn’t realise she had.

- Hey, I’m not trying to mock ya. - he rose his hands. - What’s wrong, huh baby? Hm? Tell me sugar, I hate it when you’re upset. Besides, if it was that Billy kid I’ve been wanting to give him a good beating.

- Don’t call me baby, either. - she sighed, throwing her purse inside the car, before turning to him. - Billy didn’t do anything I’m just ... tired.

- I’ll drive you home, then.

- I don’t wanna go home either. - she pushed her hair from her forehead, looking at the ground. The snow engulfed her feet and her shoes, yet it might as well have engulfed her entire being. Lee noticed her lip trembling and how her free hand was trying to stop tears from falling down. He looked behind him, the town hall door shut, before taking his jacket off, draping it over her shoulders, and opening the car door for her.

Y/N daren’t look him in the eye, instead sitting in the passenger seat as he pushed the hood of her car up. After all, most people did not enjoy driving in the snow with the hood up. She didn’t know where he was taking her and for all it mattered she didn’t want to know. If he was driving her to her killing location, it sounded much better than having to work out through the bubbling feelings in her tummy. Y/N didn’t even noticed how much she was crying until the tears started streaming so fast they were falling onto the palms of her hands like diamond daggers. She leaned her head against his shoulder, watching the road ahead through the blurry orbs of her own eyes, trying to find some warmth through him. The drive seemed endless and her mind rushed in an even more endless way as she considered all her choices til now. She found it unbearable how not guilty she didn’t feel about it. She could still remember the feeling of the cold water against her body and his lips against hers, being tangled in his bed sheets while he drank a beer, his grunts as he thrusted into her inside his patrol car. She remembered every detail either it being lust or romantic but most importantly she remembered how he looked at her. It was almost as through rose coloured glasses, most of the times agreeing with her pessimist view of the town she was in. Lee looked down on her, watching her perfect hair break through the gelled curls she had set down. He never liked the polished look anyway, he loved to see her walk in her white dresses and freshly washed hair flowing with the wind. This woman sat next to him was gorgeous but he preferred his Y/N, he preferred the woman who would poke fun of casualty and rush into the woods with her nightgown. This woman next to him was pretty yes but she seemed tainted by a sadness he could see yet couldn’t help. He didn’t want his Y/N to be the slightest bit sad. She did not deserve it. She was too pure, too young to be consumed by the loneliness, darkness and sadness that came with being an adult. Yet again, he had to start learning the young woman she was wouldn’t stay young forever. He wanted to know how to help. he wanted to be the man who wakes up next to her on summer mornings and winter evenings but life is not how we plan it out to be.

She watched the snow fall from her window as “You are my sunshine” played on the background from her radio. Looking up to him, his eyes were glued to the road, the sign of leaving Knockemstiff way past them and the hotel on the horizon. She called it the Heartbreak hotel, with its red walls and luxurious nature. A more fancy place for those who wanted to give a better night to their mistresses but that was not why she called it the heartbreak hotel. It was due to the fact she ended up crying every time she or he left. While inside those walls, she could pretend they were Mr. and Mrs. Bodecker, young couple moved out of Knockemstiff on a romantic getaway yet she wasn’t Mrs. Bodecker, Jane was. She had seen who the future sheriff’s wife was and it was not and it would never be her. He stopped the car in the parking lot, looking at her who was lost in thought, leaned against his shoulder.

- Come on, sugar. What is it? - Lee kissed the top of her head. - The heck happened in that Town Hall?

- Just being silly, Lee. - she shook her head, faking a smile. - Just don’t like parties one bit.

- I hate ‘em too, sugar. All show no action. Besides no party is a party without my baby. - he hooked his ring finger under her chin, softly pulling it up. She tried not to look at the moonlight illuminating the silver band around his finger, a symbol he belonged to someone else and she knew it. She had seen the wedding photo on his secretary, a much younger Lee with a much younger Jane with the facade of a happy marriage. Thinking about it always made her sick and ever since seeing that picture she couldn’t bring herself to do so. - Come on, let’s get you a bubble bath, yeah?

She followed him into the hotel almost in a zombie like state until the reception. The talk was a dance she had danced before, it was all the same. Lee would present money in cash so it wouldn’t show up on his credit card statement. He would sign in with a fake address but with his own name and no one would question it. After all, the staff wanted money, they didn’t care if it was an illicit affair or not. To be honest, she didn’t care much anymore.

- Mrs. Bodecker? Mrs. Bodecker? - the receptionist called out to her but it didn’t even register until she was looking her into the eyes. Mrs. Bodecker, she was definitely not. - Would you like a complementary tea? You look cold.

- No, it’s okay. - she smiled while Lee grabbed the keys. His hand wrapped itself around hers, leading her over to the elevator.

God, she wanted him. She really did, he thought to himself. It was an unbelievable feeling to have someone who loved him back, someone who always had encouraging words to tell him, someone who would stay after a fight. He thought and imagine what it would’ve been like if she was born earlier, god he would’ve courted her and would’ve married her the second they were out of high school. Sadly, the woman he loved was born 10 years after and he met her when he was married. He led her to the 13th hotel room and closed the door behind them.

- Things are gonna be different when I’m sheriff. No more sneaking around, no one will dare say a word. I can move to Brewer Heights, heck, I can buy two houses, one just for you and me.

- Lee ...

- Where are your pearls, sugar? You know I love to see you with them, makes you look so pretty.

- You know I can’t wear them in public, Lee. I am not your ... - she shouldn’t say that, she should not let those words out. - They’re not insured under my name, people would comment about it.

- You worry too much. - he pushed the fur that covered her arms down, placing a small kiss on her elbow. - My little over-thinker.

- One of us has too, Captain Bodecker.

- How about some champagne? - he pointed towards the champagne bottle in the ice bucket by the dresser before walking towards it, raising it so he could inspect the brand. He longed for the finest things in life, no longer wanting to be that middle to low class man he’d been forced to be. Being Sheriff, Mayor someday was going to be really something, it’d be his chance.

- I’m not 21 yet, Captain.

- Only a month til you are, kid. - he filled two long crystal flutes, handing it over to them. - By then I should stop calling you kid, huh?

- You shouldn’t call me kid, now. - she took a sip of the golden liquid, hoping it would take away her jealousy. Lee hummed, leaned over to kiss the crock of her neck, climbing up to her jaw in a move that was sure to leave marks. It was okay for him to leave marks on her, she was unmarried, young but on him? Sometimes she wanted to, sometimes she wanted to mark his pale plump skin as a possession, one that screamed Jane might have the wedding ring but she had the man. Yet, she couldn’t. - You look so handsome tonight.

- You’re my worse critic. - he smirked, placing his glass on the bedside table before pulling her chin towards him, placing a soft kiss on her plump, painted lips. - God, you can’t even imagine how fucking hard I got when you walked in.

- Such gentle behaviour. - she teased, fingers lightly tracing the skin of his face. He moaned, leaning in to kiss her again. - I wore it just for you. Blue. I knw you like it.

- You’re always such a good girl for me. - he started to remove his jacket, pushing on her chest lightly so she laid against the luxurious bed.

The alcohol sure did a better job than her about making her forget what she was doing it. The alcohol and his kiss, his touch on her skin made her forget the clench in her heart when she saw Jane Bodecker clap once they said his name. It made her forget she couldn’t hear perfume around him unless he showered, it made her forget. Both of her moaned through the kiss, seemingly unconcerned with the fact that it was a sin. Maybe that’s why it taste so sweet, the sin, the thrill. None of them cared really and all he wanted to do now was hold her, touch her, look at her.

- You are so beautiful. - he spoke, more to himself than to her specifically, leaning down on the bed as he spread her legs, taking his place in between them which was so familiar to him. Lee ran his knuckles through the middle of her folds, cold hands making her shiver. - Ev’ry darn day I wake up and I think, I got myself the most beautiful woman in the world.

Her eyes were glued to the ceiling, the white paint of it engulfing her as his hands caressed her thighs. All she could feel were his cold hands massaging the skin of her thighs, spreading them apart and giving him full access to her. His lips attacked her core, always chapped which made her feel so good, it made her know it was him giving her that pleasure. She moaned out loud as he dwelled in like a starved man, her head relaxing against the pillow. There was never any mercy with him, he teased her like he owned her, focusing on her clit while licking her folds. He had her exactly where he wanted her - starving for him.

- You’re gonna see. - he mumbled out while he relentlessly ate her out. - When I’m sheriff there will be no more hidin’. No one gonna dare say anythin’ about it.

- Lee, please ... no foreplay. - she whined, begged even as he stopped his motions. His eyes curiously searched for hers, hands pulling his body up as he stood on top of her. - I just want to feel you.

- Weren’t you feelin’ me, sugar?

- You know what I mean, Lee. - she wrapped her hands around his neck, head cocked to the side. - I don’t want any foreplay today.

- Oh sugar ... - he chuckled leaning down to kiss her collarbone. - You’re just a cock slut for me, aren’t ya? Can’t just wait for me to treat ya right ain’t it, baby?

- Lee, please. - she whined, hands wavering over his police issued chunky belt. Lee smirked, holding her hand before she could do anything. Y/N pouted, head leaning against her shoulder. - C’mon.

- But baby, you look so pretty when you’re begging. - he returned to kiss her neck, leaving marks which were sure to become hickeys tomorrow but she didn’t care. No one was going to see it. - I was expecting you to come congratulate me in the way you always do, maybe in the back of the town hall. Hoping someone would catch us so they’d see you’re my girl.

- Lee ... - she whined as he kept kissing her neck and collarbones. - Please.

- Tell me what you want, baby. You know I do everything you want. - he rose from her neck, toothy grin as he leaned down to kiss her plump, pink painted lips. - Tell me you want my big fat cock. I know you do, baby. Tell me how much you need it.

- Lee ... please, need you.

- You have me, baby, tell me what you need. Tell me what you want. - his knuckles ran through the middle of her folds again. - You’re so wet, baby. Just tell me what you want, c’mon

- Lee ... please. - she looked at him with those wide eyes that could get someone to commit murder for her, as he pushed down his trousers. - I want you to fuck me with your ... big fat cock, Capitain.

- Oh, baby ... - he leaned his forehead against hers as he pushed his cock past her entrance, eyes shut tight as he tried to keep himself sane at the mere feeling of her walls contracting against him. His lips found hers as he shed himself fully into her. Her hand searched for his, as Lee slowly rolled his hips against hers, basking in the mere high that was being inside of her. - You okay, baby?

- Yeah. ... fuck, move. - she whined as he removed himself from her and pushed back in, slowly starting to rock into her as he always did. The little tease. Her hand clenched his as he speed up his thrusts, lips returning to hers in a messy, moaned filled kiss. All she could hear was the sound of skin against skin and interrupted breathing. - Lee, fuck.

- I know, baby. - he laughed, returning to kiss her the way he liked as her walls started to clench more forcefully against his member, milking him for all he was worth. His free hand grabbed her hip as he further sped up against her, bruising her skin as his breaths got more raggedy. He bite onto her neck as he felt his control over his own orgasm disappear.

- Lee, fuck! - she moaned, almost raising off the bed as her own orgasm washed over her. Her head fell against the pillow, sluggish as he continued to thrust into her until ropes and ropes of cum painted her walls. He chuckled mid grunt, holding her against him as he turned around in bed.

- You all fucked up, aren’t ya, sugar? - he kissed the top of her head. - You’re gonna see, sugar. Things are gonna be so much better.

- Right ... - she cuddled against his chest. - Hm ... Lee can you drive me back home early on?

- Early shift?

- Yeah.

- Okay, sugar.

The morning was a harsh breaker of dreamy hazes and just like that she was back to the place where she always was, in her home, surrounded by the scent of the perfume she had bought just for him. She sat on her dress, taking the necklace he had given her from the little mother of pearl seashell shaped box and holding them against her chest. She loved him, she really did. Some people had their downfalls and hers was painted onto her neck and held by her hands. He was her downfall.

The sun was high up on the snowy midday in Knockemstiff and once again Lee had been resigned to desk duty after the Sheriff not taking it too lightly he decided to run without his permission. Normally he would’ve been upset but he knew, he knew he was close to winning and then he could throw away those stupid hotels and just get her a little house close to him. God, he couldn’t fucking wait.

- Captain Bodecker, someone here for you. - his secretary knocked on his door. - Mary Gillies, sir.

- Mary Gillies? - he knew her to be a friend of Y/N’s, perhaps her only friend other than that punk Billy. - Send her in.

- Good afternoon, captain. - she said as she walked into his office. - I’m so sorry to be bothering but Y/N ...

- Is she alright? - he interrupted her.

- Yes, well ... - she rummaged through her bag to find a cushioned envelope with his name on it. - She told me to give you this.

- What is it?

- I don’t know, captain. I must get going, my husband is waiting for me.

- Of course. Thank you, Mrs. Gillies.

He waited for the woman to be out of his office and for the door to be shut for him to open the envelope. The minute he opened the envelope, pearls fell into his desk, the same pearls he had given Y/N followed by a small note in the dusty pink stationary that normally laid on her dresser. Turning it around, he saw the words he’d been dreading to read or hear ever since he met her. I’m sorry, Lee. He threw the letter on his desk before getting up from his desk as fast as he could, ignoring the calls from his colleagues as he got into his cruiser. Damned, Brewer Heights, why couldn’t it be closer?

He approached her home fast and closed the door as fastly as he ran up to the door. Her hag of a grandmother was possibly at church and he had learned where they kept the spare key; behind a violet pot. His heart was beating as fast as a deer on a hunt as he climbed up the stairs and found the once filled room was empty, with only a perfume bottle on her empty dresser. He observed the whole room as if he were in a nightmare, sitting on her bed as he clenched the pearls he had given her not so long ago, the smell of daisies in the air as some song played on the still turned on radio.

You never know dear how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away ...

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the ties that bind - oneshot

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader Rating: T Word count: 3,167 Summary: When you and Din find a solid lead on the child's people, you are faced with the fact that you do not want to let him go. But a promise is a promise, and you must put your feelings aside in order to let the child go. Notes: What an episode! I’m still tearing up just thinking about it. This is a very emotional oneshot based directly on the episode, so heavy spoilers for 2.05 “Chapter 13: The Jedi” ahead. I’d advise waiting until after seeing the episode to read this one. Warnings: Emotional hurt/comfort, the briefest mention of sex, angst with a kind of happy ending

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It’s been a rough few days. Hell, a rough few weeks.

Ever since Mandalore heiress Bo-Katan Kryze informed your lover, Din Djarin, about where to find a proper lead on the baby’s people, a pit of dread has been settled in your stomach, growing with each passing day.

You knew that as soon as the Armorer told you that you and Mando had to reunite the child with his people, your time with him was limited.

But that didn’t stop you from loving him. Wanting him to be with you and Din to raise for the rest of your lives, far-fetched as that dream may have been. All the same, you were the coddling one with the small creature. Loving him. Taking care of him when Mando was searching for bounties.

You loved the child the same way a mother would love a son. And, he loved you the way a son would love his mother. Loved Din like a son loved a father.

How the hell were you supposed to give him up and move on like nothing had happened?

Through all this, Din acted as though everything was fine. That this was something he wanted to do. It was what he was tasked to do, after all, he would say to you in the dark.

You couldn’t claim to know Din Djarin that well, having been a part of his crew for less than six months, but you knew what his tells were. You could sense when he was lying most of the time.

It just hurt, how stoic he was about it all, when you knew that beneath it all, he wasn’t. You had seen the true version of the Mandalorian bounty hunter that had struck fear into people’s hearts. Even from you, Din hid his true emotions.

You had never seen this man’s face. Not properly, anyhow. Nothing more than mere shadows and rare glimpses in the darkness of his sleeping cubby.

It hadn’t started out this way. You were merely hired to be an extra set of hands and help take care of the child when he couldn’t. But somewhere along the way, you had wormed your way into his bed. And his heart. He hadn’t said the words to you yet, nor you to him, but you knew you loved each other. You knew from the way he held you, the way he kissed you in the dark with such heartbreaking tenderness. How he looked out for you.

Which is why this hurt so much.

You tried very hard, for your sake, as well as Din’s and the child’s sakes, to keep it together. To not let your emotions cloud your judgement. The two of you had been tasked to reunite the baby with the Jedi. You and Mando were people of your word.

But, a small voice whispered, the Armorer also said that another option was until the baby came of age.

It was back-and-forth like that for days. Weeks, even. Din, if he had noticed your shifted behaviour, hadn’t said anything. Whether that was because he didn’t notice, or didn’t know what to say, you couldn’t be sure. He himself had also changed his behaviour, especially with the baby he had been tasked with protecting. While he was more fatherly with him than he had been before, he was also more distant as well, contradicting himself.

The three of you had taken off from Nevarro to Corvus with haste following the revelation that Moff Gideon was still alive and wanted the child - the asset, as everyone kept calling him.

And now you were just a few parsecs away from this Ahsoka Tano, due to arrive sometime tomorrow. Din was rocking the child to sleep, humming a lullaby from his youth to the child quietly.

Your heart clenched at the sight. Din had removed his pauldrons for the baby’s comfort before telling you he’d be along shortly, to get ready for bed.

Usually that would send waves of desire through you, but tonight you were distracted. Trying to keep the tears at bay.

* * *

“Cyare, are you all right?” Din’s modulated voice made you jump. You hadn’t heard him come into the sleeping compartment. “You’ve been far-away for a while now. Since we departed from Trask.” He sounded concerned.

Pressing your hand to your eyes to stave off the fresh tears you hoped he couldn’t see, you nodded. “I’m fine, Din.” Your voice broke, your breath hitching as you tried to steady yourself.

“No, you’re not, sweet girl.” Din began to remove his chest plate. A tear rolled sideways onto the pillow as he moved on to his leg armour. Usually that was the last bit he removed before moving on to his helmet. No tell-tale hissing sound filled the air, however.

You sniffed quietly. Mando heard it, you knew he did. “I just …” you started, not knowing what to say. “He …”

Din sighed his trademark sigh. “I know mesh’la.” His voice was quiet, tender. “I know.”

Of course he knew. Din Djarin always knew.

“I know we’re supposed to reunite him with his people. But what if this Ahsoka Tano isn’t who Bo-Katan says she is?” You can’t help but ask it. You hadn’t trusted the Mandalorian woman. Not fully, anyway. Not in the way you had inherently trusted Din when the two of you had met on Sorgan when he was first on the run with the child.

“We have no choice, cyar’ika.” You knew he was going to say that. “We’ve been tasked -”

You cut him off. “I know we have, Din. I was there when she told us that we had to find his people. But she also said that you were as his father until he came of age, too.”

Din sighed again as he pressed the button at his gauntlet to plunge the sleeping compartment into darkness. A minute later, you heard the hissing sound of his helmet come off.

Snuggling in beside you, his arm slung around your hip loosely, Din spoke. “I can’t - It’s not safe for him to stay with us. You know that.”

Your voice was more brittle than you intended it to be. “Yeah, like going with the Jedi is going to be so much safer for him. You said so yourself, wherever we go, he goes.”

The words hang in the air between you for a moment before you continue. “I know I’m not a part of your clan, that you’re a clan of two -”

Din interrupted you. “Would you like to be?”

“Are - what?” To say you are stunned would be a massive understatement. “Din, I -”

“I love you,” Din said suddenly, his lips grazing your cheek lightly. “And I don’t want my clan of two to become a clan of one again, even after we part ways with the kid.”

Tears sprang to your eyes again. “Don’t say that.” You were still reeling from his sudden proposal. “I can’t bear to think about it.”

Din swiped away a tear that was rolling down your cheek. “This is the Way,” he said mournfully.

* * *

Corvus frightened you. When Bo-Katan said it was a forest planet, you were expecting it to be lush and green and peaceful. Not a ghostly, sick planet overrun with tyranny. You stood close to Din as he spoke with the Imperial rulers of the city, trying not to let your gaze linger on the prisoners strung up in the courtyard.

“What kind of a place is this to leave a child?” you asked Din as you walked in the direction that the Imperial woman sent you. Din said nothing in response.

Ahsoka Tano wasn’t what you were expecting her to be. She was a kind and lovely soul, but also very bitter and resigned to the fate of the Jedi, grief lacing her words as she spoke of a former Jedi master who had given into the darkness.

Having very little else to do, you merely listened to what Din and Ahsoka had to say to one another, feeling vindication when she said that the child had bonded with the two of you.

You sat with the child - Grogu, you corrected yourself - as Din and Ahsoka went to take the city back from the Imperial forces. It was almost a relief to have something to call him after not knowing for so long.

A tear slipped down your cheek as you looked at Grogu sleeping. Another one. Soon, you could hardly see the sleeping child in front of you. You covered your mouth to stifle your sobs. You knew that it was only a matter of minutes before you and Din would have to part ways with him.

Unable to keep your sobs silent any longer, you shut the compartment door so that you wouldn’t wake little Grogu. Allowing the sobs to rack your body, you didn’t hear your lover come in.

Firm arms wrapped around you, cradling you close as you sobbed into the cold steel of Din’s chest plate. “It’s all right, my love. Let it out. It’s okay.” Din’s words were soothing as he stroked your back, though you noticed how his voice was shaking, his breathing hitched.

You could hardly stand any longer. Din seemed to sense this, allowing the two of you to fall to the floor together, his strong arms still around you protectively.

It broke his heart to see you this broken up, your emotions matching his own hidden ones.

“I can’t do it, Din. I don’t know how to say goodbye to him. Not when he’s become like a son to us.” Your words were choked in between sobbing, shuddering gusts of breath. “I don’t know how you’re so okay with this.”

Din pulled back for a moment, his helmet tilted at you. “I’m not.” His voice was thick through the modulator. “But I have to at least try to be.” A moment passed. Then, “Mesh’la, can you close your eyes?”

You frowned at him in confusion, but complied just the same. A second later Din took your hands in his, guiding them to his face.

His face was wet. Oh.

“This week has been the hardest week I’ve had in a long time. I keep thinking about how after today -” Din cut himself off, trying to keep his voice steady. “After today, he won’t be a part of our family.” You let out another sob. “But we made a promise. To return him to his people. People who can help him.”

You made no attempt to keep your voice steady or even. “But Din. We are his people. Ahsoka said so herself. He’s bonded with us, with you.”

You could feel Din nodding against your hands. “I know.” A tear slipped onto your finger. “But he will be better with the people who understand his abilities. The Force.”

The Force, although Tano had explained it well, still confused you, as you knew it stil confused Din.

Din moved your hands away from his face and kissed you, your tears mingling with his. “I want you to know,” he said, his voice more even. “That I meant what I asked last night. I want you to be my riduur - my wife.”

You nestled your face into the soft material at his neck. “I love you, Din. I do. And I want you to be my husband. But right now we have to bring him to Ahsoka.”

It broke your heart to say it. But a promise was a promise. Though you didn’t agree, you understood Din when he said that the child you had come to think of as yours and Din’s would be better with people who were familiar with the Force.

“We should wake him,” Din whispered as you pulled yourself away from him, eyes still firmly shut.

You were tempted to give Din and his son some privacy while Din sat with him as he woke from his rest. But then Din gestured you come over and sit with the two of them, your last time as a would-be clan of three.

Grogu looked up at you and Din with some concern. He had never known you to be sad. It made him sad to see you so distraught.

You pressed a tearful kiss to his wrinkled forehead. “It’s okay, sweet thing,” you said shakily, as yet another fresh batch of tears fell from your eyes. He reached the hand that wasn’t holding Din’s up to your cheek, wanting to fix whatever was hurting you.

The three of you sat there together, a family for the last time, for as long as you could.

* * *

“I cannot train him.”

The three of you had barely made it down the ramp of the Razor Crest when Ahsoka spoke. Hope sparked in your chest.

Maybe you wouldn’t need to say goodbye after all.

Still, Din spoke, steeling his voice. “You made me a promise, and I held up my end.”

Ahsoka sighed, stepping towards the three of you, her eyes fixed on the child in Din’s hold. She reached out her finger to place it in his small hand. He cooed gently as he took it. He liked her.

“There is one possibility.” You and Din exchanged a glance at this.

Your voice was small as you spoke. “What’s that?”

Ahsoka pulled her hand back slightly, looking at you and Din. “Go to the planet Tython. There you will find the ruins of an ancient temple that has a strong connection to the Force.”

You didn’t allow the hope that was beginning to swell inside you to become too strong. “And what will happen there?”

Ahsoka was serene as she replied. Not hopeful, but not without hope either. “Place Grogu on the seeing stone at the top of the mountain.”

Din was intrigued. “Then what?” he asked.

All Ahsoka said was, “Then Grogu may choose his own path.” He sputtered up at her at the sound of his name, relinquishing Ahsoka’s finger from his grip completely. “If he reaches out through the Force, there is a chance a Jedi may sense it and come to search for him.”

Din was quiet as he tilted his helmet slightly. He sensed a but coming.

Sure enough, there was. “Then again, there aren’t many Jedi left.” Ahsoka sounded almost despondent, alone.

“Thank you,” Din whispered. Though what he was thanking her for, you couldn’t be sure. For the information? For helping him? Allowing the little one to stay with you?

A stray tear slipped conspicously from your eye. Ahsoka noticed but said nothing more than, “May the Force be with you.”

You and Din turned awkwardly from her, ascending back up the ramp. The small creature looked over Din’s shoulder at Ahsoka as you made your way into the hull of the ship. You noticed Ahsoka smile a true smile at the three of you as the ramp lifted itself up.

* * *

“C’mon ki - Grogu,” Din corrected himself, remembering how he had responded upon hearing his name spoken by Din the night before.

The child in question was in your lap, dozing against your chest as you stroked his back.

It was going to take some time getting used to him having a proper name.

“Time for bed.” Din took him from you gently. “And perhaps for us as well,” he said to you.

As you got ready for bed, exchanging your day tunic for your sleep one, you thought back to what Ahsoka had said, that Grogu considered you to be his family. If anyone would know about bonding, it was probably her. It was a very similar thought to the one you had voiced to Din earlier.

But we’re his people.

Though it was a simple thing, one that you had thought since before the Armorer had declared it, it was good to have it properly confirmed.

You didn’t know what Tython would bring, what he would choose. But if Ahsoka’s words had any value as you thought them to, then perhaps you and Din had reason to hope.

“Are you okay?” Din surprised you. “Today was rough.”

You nodded as you helped him unclasp his cloak and armour. “I think so. I’m so relieved that we didn’t have to say goodbye just yet.”

Din nodded as he reached for his helmet. “I don’t even know where Tython is. The map was inconclusive.”

He reached out and grabbed the hand that was stretching to get the light so that he could take the helmet off. “It’s fine, cyare. I already consider you a part of my clan.”

Tears of a different kind sprang to your eyes. You were going to get dehydrated from all this crying. Still, your voice was teasing as Din eased both of your hands up to his helmet with his own hands. “Yeah? Good. I consider you to be a part of mine, too.”

As you lay with him, having finally seen his face, he spoke quietly to you in the dark, just loud enough for you to hear as you fell into the embrace of sleep for the night. “May we be a clan of three for as long as possible.”

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #mando x reader #mando x you #the mandalorian fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian season 2 spoilers #the mandalorian #the mandalorian season 2

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b-satterlee · 2 years

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OPEN CASTING CALL

Tears of Gold - Limited Series - Produced by Netflix

Freya, the goddess of beauty, fertility, and love, represents the bounty of spring, the mysteries of spiritual magic, and the shamelessness of sharing oneself with full vulnerability. According to legend, Freya wanders between worlds in search of her lord husband who left Vangard to fight the Aesir and never returned. She will assume different names and embody different aspects of herself as she searches amongst the nine realms of Yggdrasil. It is said that when her longing becomes too much to bear, she cries tears of gold.

When Freya, daughter of the Sea, is taken as a hostage of war by the Aesir her whole world is flipped upside down. Taken away from the only home she’s ever known in Vangard, Freya is separated from her father, her lord husband and her twin brother for the first time in her life.

Now, yoked with the title ‘Goddess of Beauty’ and held responsible for hosting the hall of Folkvangr (where half of all fallen soldiers find their final resting place, carried away from the battle fields they died on by Freya’s own valkyrie), Freya must learn to navigate Odin’s court in Asgard without offending the gods of war who murdered her loved ones and now hold her hostage.

Auditions Now Open - Casting will close on 12/16/21 - Filming begins 12/17/21 in Vancouver, BC

Message Bridget’s account for any roles you may be interested in ^.^ There won’t be strict events around the filming of Tears of Gold. Accommodations will be provided by production and each cast member will have their own hotel room, all on the same floor. All cast members will be invited to cast dinners, table reads and such through open-to-cast-only starters but participation won’t be mandatory. Anyone who joins is encouraged to message those on the cast list to plot around filming - ie. travel buddies, scene partners, hanging out while bored on set in between takes, running lines, blowing off steam after long days of filming, cuddle buddies, exploring BC together, etc. Roles were intentionally written for ease of pairing up while working on scenes together so be sure to take advantage of that ;)

Roles - any and all demographics/genders are welcome to audition for any role listed as Open

Freya - goddess of beauty, hostage of war, trying to navigate life at court in Asgard after growing up in the rural, wild lands of Vangard, hostess of Folkvangr (second hall of fallen soldiers in battle)- Danielle Campbell

Odin - king of the Aesir, ‘the all father’, led the attack on Vangard in order to seize the lands of the Vanir, host of Valhalla (first hall of fallen soldiers in battle) - Open

Bragi - god of poetry, friend of Freya, helps Freya navigate life at court, consort to the Queen - Dylan Minnette

Frigga - wife of Odin, queen of the Aesir, Bragi’s occasional lover - Open

Hela - daughter of Loki, ruler of Helheim, realm of shadows and the dead, helps Freya learn magic so she can walk between worlds in search of her husband’s soul, enemy of and lover of Odin - Selena Gomez

Fenrir - son of Loki, feared by the Aesir, also kept as a hostage in Asgard, so fierce in battle he is known simply as ‘The Wolf’, eventual love interest of Freya - Ben Barnes

#tears of gold - casting call

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the-melting-world · 3 years

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Morning Rain

Sun Bai x Cadenza

This fic was fueled by “Morning Rain” by DaniSogen

Apparently I am losing my mind because I have yet another oc who has the hots for Cadenza @arcanecadenza. We’re just going to jump on this train and see where it goes! This fic is the follow up to this smut starter prompt.

cw: mentions of lemony activities 🍋

~ 1k words

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Sun Bai knew it was too early to be at the door of the magician’s shop. But he was determined to beat that first, very uncomfortable hour when the sun finally erupted into the sky. For now, everything was overcast and still a bit misty.

Cadenza answered the door even though she really didn’t have to. Bai could tell the dress she was wearing was the one she would take customers in throughout the day, but thanks to her grogginess, she wore it like pajamas.

“Good morning,” she said, allowing him a respectful nod. “It’s good to see you, Bai, but I’m not open yet.”

Bai expected her to turn him away. That was fine. He only needed a few seconds.

“I just wanted to come in person and say thank you for keeping my glasses safe.” He gently cracked the knuckles on his left hand, which was tucked away in one of his pockets.

Cadenza’s bleary-eyedness subsided as she scrutinized him. “You came all the way back here to thank me for that?”

Bai’s lip twitched. She couldn’t possibly know what else he was here to thank her for. How she made him hard with the sounds of her labored groaning and made him come fast with his name on her tongue. No, he would keep that bit of gratitude to himself.

Still, it wasn’t outside of Bai’s character to go out of his way to thank someone in person.

So he answered her with cool sincerity, “Yes, I did. I rely on my glasses a lot. So thank you.”

Cadenza’s gaze softened as she said evenly, “Then perhaps you should take better care of them.”

Bai wrinkled his nose. He had to push his frames back up after they slid down.

“Trust me, I’m working on it.”

Bai inclined his head in a farewell, but Cadenza surprised him with an invitation to join her to share some morning tea. Bai, who was quite fond of tea at any hour of the day and very curious about the way Cadenza prepared hers, easily took her up on the offer.

As it turned out, the tea that Cadenza prepared was much too strong for Bai. The magician could tell that he was having a reaction, so she let him off the hook. “You don’t have to keep drinking it if you don’t want to.”

Sun Bai grimaced apologetically. “Do you mind if I make some of my own?” He still wanted to enjoy something with her before she had to open the shop.

Cadenza nodded, completely unoffended to Bai’s relief. But when he pulled a mesh pouch out from the folds of his kilts, Cadenza inquired about it immediately.

Though the kitchen didn’t belong to him, Bai seemed comfortable with getting up to brew his tea.

“This is just my stash of lychee that I keep for the road.” He pinched the dark leaves and twigs with the intention of steeping them loose. “The taste isn’t anything to write reviews over, but it’s a reliable wake up call. Which is what I need.”

Cadenza watched him while he carried on. She asked him if he wanted anything to sweeten it with. Bai gently declined as he came and sat back down at the table.

“So, Cadenza. Is there a reason why you prefer your tea stronger than necessary and damn near charred?”

Cadenza bristled until she realized by the way her guest was looking at her over the rims of his glasses that he was only teasing her. Still, the magician self-consciously fixed her wild dark hair behind her ears and said, “There is a reason actually.”

She didn’t go into much depth, but Bai could sense Cadenza’s underlying insecurity while she explained herself. Bai was intrigued by this, but kept his voice cool and pitiless as he replied, “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I know what it’s like to have your senses dulled in a way that’s outside of your control.” He gestured offhandedly to his glasses. “I also know what it’s like for senses to be sharpened when you least expect it. Once again. Outside of my control.”

Cadenza didn’t miss the bitter edge hanging onto his last word. Fortunately, it didn’t spoil the rest of their conversation. When it was time for Cadenza to open up her shop, she wished she could stay and keep talking to her unexpected guest. Bai, however, understood that she had responsibilities. So did he.

“Not that I expected you to, but you didn’t let me try any of your tea. What was it called again?”

Bai lifted an eyebrow. “Lychee. Black. And it’s no problem. I’ll leave some behind for you.”

Cadenza shook her head. “That’s your supply for when you’re traveling, isn’t it? I wouldn’t want to–”

But Sun Bai was already taking the entire pouch out of his pocket and setting it on Cadenza’s counter. He wrinkled his nose as he did so.

“You’re not. The stuff is cheap, so it’s fine.” He spared her one last look over the rims of his glasses. “Goodbye. I’ll schedule a real appointment next time I’m passing through.”

Cadenza stood up. “Then I’ll walk you out.”

As the dark haired magician came up beside him, Sun Bai had a sudden thought. Would he be able to leave with something to remember like last time? Maybe not as exciting as that, but possibly just as gratifying?

When they reached the door, Cadenza turned to him and held out her hand for him to shake. Releasing a breath that was oddly labored, she said, “Until next time.”

Bai ignored her hand and focused on her lips instead. He paid very close attention because he really, really didn’t want to fuck this up.

Bai leaned toward the magician, her gold flecked eyes and freckles blurring together as he drew closer.

Focus. Focus. Focus!

“Oh.” He missed. “Um.”

The bounty hunter tried to correct himself. He was barely a hair’s breadth away from the softer parts of her mouth. So he swept his lips a little to the left and tucked them in just long enough to wet them. Then he tested them against Cadenza’s.

It worked that time. The way the magician kissed him back… not quite as tentatively as he kissed her, but still easy to relax into. Lingering. Wonderful.

#sun bai the psychic #sun bai #apprentice cadenza #sun bai x cadenza #my writing #the arcana #lemony

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astyle-alex · 3 years

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[FANFIC - Destiel & JayTim]

Multiverse Mishap | DCU Bat Family x Supernatural

Fandom: DCU Bat Family x Supernatrual Pairings: Destiel, Jay x Tim Rating: Teen Warnings: Swearing, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Heavy Angst (with a happy ending), Implied Underage Prostitution Total Word Count: ~156k | SPN vers = 76k / Bat vers = 80k

Summary:

One slip up in the lab has Tim Drake careening into a new world where things are rather dramatically different from the world he’s used to. Fortunately, this is not his first rodeo. He knows how to handle this nonsense, more or less at least. Unfortunately, the people of the world he’s wound up in see things a little differently. And when Dick Grayson and Jason Todd mount an ill-conceived rescue mission, things get complicated very quickly.

When Team Free Will is at their lowest (well, their lowest as of YET, at least) with Castiel missing (and probably human), they get thrown a lifeline. Charlie calls with a lead on a strange young-man who bears a stunning resemblance to their MIA angel. Even with the world on a precipice around them, Sam and Dean won’t leave their angel out to dry—Dean especially has a few missteps he’d like to make up for… If only he could find some way to get through to one hella conked out Angel of the Lord.

This project started as a distraction and got WAY out of hand, but I’m actually really excited about it. I’ll be posting it as two separate stories on Ao3 (one form the Bat Family PoV and one from the SPN family PoV, both of which will be updating HERE...) with new chapters going up weekly, but only one chapter from each version.

As excited as I am about it, my schedule is currently in shambles because I got an opportunity to get the COVID Vaccine and it’s thrown my whole schedule into utter chaos. I’m hopeful that I’ll get back on track soon, but I can’t guarantee when I’ll be able to post here or on Ao3.

Since I can schedule posts on Patreon, that updating schedule will be much more definitively regular. The second chapters of each version are already available to Patrons and should open up to all viewers by Monday!

- Multiverse Mishap | SPN Vers - Chapter 2

- Multiverse Mishap | SPN Vers - Chapter 3

- Multiverse Mishap | Bat Vers - Chapter 2

Read the first chapter of the SPN version below (with Charlie playing a super spy and getting Sam & Dean a lead on a maybe-Castiel / maybe-alien-infiltrator) and I hope you all have a fabulous Easter Weekend (whether or not you celebrate religiously, you gotta admit the season-exclusive candy is pretty dang great!)! ^_~

A bit of fiddling, that’s all it was.

Well, that’s all it was supposed to be.

A device that plays with space-time and the very weave of whatever it was that spanned the gap between dimensions?

How could anyone just let something like that gather dust in an archive?

It functioned how it was meant to, it was only that what it was meant to do was cause harm… If they just tweaked it a bit, just a little, gave it an anchor point and limited the scale of possibilities… If they yanked down the juice that kept it powered to a more moderated level…

It could save lives.

So… fiddling.

Just a bit, here and there and on weekends when there wasn’t anything big going on.

The stupid thing wasn’t even turned on most of the time.

It was inert and dead as fricken paperweight (which honestly is what the fiddler in question had mostly been using it for)…

And then… it wasn’t.

One button, a loose screw, the slip of a paperclip…

A big flash of blinding light.

Silence, like the absolute nothing right before the tidal wave hits.

And in that silence, a tiny, over-caffeinated little voice:

“… Oops…”

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Chapter 1 – MIA Angel or Alien Infiltrator?

Charlie Bradbury knows she’s awesome.

But there’s the standard awesome that any Queen of Moondoor is simply by nature of being epic enough to have achieved the throne to start with...

And then there’s the awesome that is having created a automated dark web trawling program to track the world’s Big Weirds (and only the very BIGGEST of the Big Weirds) and having that super secret extra level deep vault program actually work.

Well, of course it worked, but it like worked.

It found an Angel.

Sorta.

It found a something.

And an MIA angel, who was not exactly an angel anymore, but also couldn’t really pass as truly human, and who was still on like every watchlist ever (magical, criminal, meme-spirational, etc), but is somehow still entirely off the fricken radar?

Yeah. BIG Weird.

Said angel-not-angel popping up at a Biggerson’s in Ohio with no shoes, more money than god, an insane caffeine tolerance and absolutely no idea how to function inside a Walmart?

HELLA Big Weird.

So Charlie, being the awesome Queen that she is (and being acutely aware of what false hope here could do to the people in particular question with this) went to check it out herself.

Personally.

And, personally, she can say that this kid is the weirdest thing she’s ever seen, and after having day-tripped out to the literal Land of Oz a few times over… well, that’s sayin’ something.

Charlie’s met Castiel.

Not exactly her type, but she could see how that divine slice of puppy in a trench coat could be seen as something of a serious snack.

Though… If he weren’t an angel, she’d swear he was an alien.

But, like, a cool alien.

Much less spy-trained infiltrator than innocent human-admirer who wants to experience the local flavor on his little vacation out to the Milky Way’s most interesting backwater, Sol-3.

And the kid she finds in Ohio… is not that guy.

Not really.

For starters, she’s not entirely sure he’s old enough to drink alcohol.

And he’s… not looking for Sam and Dean ( which is seriously a BIG red flag for deciding whether this particular angel-not-angel is the right angel-not-angel).

He is looking for something, though.

Something he seems to think is in Kansas, near-ish enough to the Bunker’s coordinates to make her question the ‘not looking for Sam and Dean thing’ (but the absolute dinosaur of a smartphone he’s working on to pull up maps could totally just call the bunker, if he wanted to… or any of the plethora of emergency numbers the Boys have set up…).

Charlie’s looking on from a Very Inconspicuous post in the booth two tables away from the kid in the red hoodie and she can feel his frustration with the device radiating off him like physical Force pulses. Fortunately, proto-Sith this kid is not, and all the tables remain table-y.

She’s watching him fight with the internet to find something and his device’s crappy security means she didn’t even have to work hard to get her own screen to show what’s happening on his. He’s definitely looking at Kansas, at going to Kansas— Lebanon in particular.

Messy black hair, big blue eyes, grumpy face to rival any Netscape feline…

Looking for Lebanon and totally out of sync with humanity…

And… his oversized red hoodie just happens to have the 2-D rendering of a big black pair of wings stitched into its backside— stemming right from where they should on the kid’s shoulder blades if the wings were real.

Charlie’s not really gullible enough to believe in signs from God anymore…

But if she were… well, that would be pretty convincingly Divine Sign-like.

So, she makes the call.

Sam picks up on the third ring.

“So, you know how like the main character always has dramatically weird colored hair and sits in the second to last desk by the window?”

With a heavy sigh filled with enough affection to make Charlie’s insides feel all squiggly and warm, Sam says, “No, Charlie, I have absolutely no idea.”

“Well, they do.”

“Okay. And?”

“They are Narrative Significant, they stick out from the background in like a big way, but not just in like a ‘doing main character things’ kinda way,” Charlie rambles, trying to find her point buried under the spiraling metaphor.

“Charlie, do you know what time it is?”

“Uh, 2, maybe, 3am. I think. But that may have been like three coffees ago,” Charlie prattles off automatically before veering back on track, “Anyway. The point is that I think I found a main character. He’s not the character I thought he should be, though. He doesn’t look right. He’s too young. And no trench coat. But he is hella out of sync… and the blue eyes and black hair and everything else…”

There’s a pause as Sam’s non-caffeinated brain tries to keep up with Charlie’s infodump.

“Trench coat?”

“I think I found him, Sam,” Charlie whispers. “I think I found Castiel. Well, I found someone weird enough to maybe be Castiel, in the Castiel kind of way, and he’s looking for a way to get to Lebanon, so…”

Much more alert, Sam asks, “Where are you?”

“Ohio. Quaint little place called Granville,” Charlie reports. “It’s a pretty straight shot to the Bunker, but it’s like 14 hours on the road and I’m not sure the gods of caffeine consumption will really be cool with me pushing their bounty that hard…”

“Don’t try too hard to get him to go anywhere with you, see if you can just offer to pay for a motel room for the night,” Sam instructs, the sounds of a pack being prepped with one hand clanging about in the background. “We’ll be in Granville before noon.”

“What if he really wants to head out?”

“Take it slow and text us when you get gas, we’ll meet you in Indianapolis.”

He’s using ‘Serious Sam’ voice.

It’s the voice that makes panicking bunny rabbits being chased by wendigos settle down for half a second so Dean can frickin torch those ghost-y cannibal creepers.

Only, in this case, the wendigos aren’t cannibal forest ghosts chomping down on campers. This time, the Big Bad that Dean is unequivocally about to destroy is approximately 909 miles of US Highway 36.

It makes Charlie feel a little bit better about nearly everything that’s wrong.

She hangs up with Sam after promising to keep the updates coming, and looks back at the kid who could be Castiel.

Only to find him looking back.

For a minute, she’s worried that he heard her talking to Sam about him.

But he seems kinda zonked.

And he doesn’t look upset or embarrassed or angry, so…

She is the only other person on this side of the Biggerson’s, (and really she’s the only non-staff member in this Biggerson’s all told besides the kid himself), so it’s really not that strange for her to be the dust mote in motion that’s wound up drawing the kid’s eye.

He’s not really expressing anything.

He’s just looking.

It’s weird.

Whelp, he’s got that creepy unblinking stare down pat, bird-like head-tip and all.

The kind of stare that’s not angry or judgmental but feels more clinical than anything else, like he’s seeing through the bones and skin and sinew to the soul that’s underneath.

Dissecting it and diagnosing it…

It makes her shiver.

But she plasters on a smile and says, “Hey. You wanna refill?”

The kid looks down at his empty coffee cup.

He blinks, real slow like.

Then he nods.

Relief floods Charlie.

Step One, making with the contact with the Target. Check.

In her experience that’s usually been the hardest part of these things.

Not that she really has much experience in ‘these things’…

But still, Score 1 for the Queen, yeah?

She signals to a waitress for two more cups of coffee, shots of espresso boosting both of them. It’s like a weird AU of a sleezy bar beat, a remixed mark meets con-woman kinda thing.

“So, kid, what’s your name?”

“Shouldn’t you tell me yours first?”

Charlie shrugs. “Well, generally yeah, that is the convention. But I like being unconventional, I guess.”

Really, it’s that she hasn’t quite decided what name to give him.

He blinks expectantly, head tipping over again.

Realizing that she’s already giving up ground in this pseudo-battle of wills and whatnot, Charlie sighs heavily and says, “I’m Charlie, Charlie Bradbury. Geek extraordinaire.”

The kid nods, visibly internalizing the information.

Trying really hard not to be perturbed by that, Charlie barrels on to say, “I see that tablet of yours is gone a bit wonky. You looking for something in Kansas? I might be able to fix your tech or find what you’re looking for with mine.”

“My tablet…” With big owl eyes, the kid glances down at the piece of crap barely smart enough to call a screen and gives a plaintive little huff. “It is… insufficient.”

Charlie gives a laugh that only sounds two-thirds forced and says, “Understatement, buddy. You’re grand at it.”

The kid simply frowns.

“So,” she says, drum-rolling her fingers on the plastic tabletop as she leans into the leading questions. “Tell me what’s your name and what you’re looking for in Kansas and we’ll see if I can work my magic, huh?”

The kid’s eyes narrow suspiciously on the word ‘magic’, but he gives no other reaction.

For a solid minute, easy, they just kinda sit there.

And then the kid downs a full cup of espresso-boosted coffee like it’s a bottle of watered down Gatorade and flashes Charlie the stiffest stretch of smile she’s ever seen on any face that still looks mostly-human.

“My name’s Alvin,” he tells her with all the bland panache of a used car salesman. “Alvin Draper. And honestly? I’m looking for a hole in the universe.”

Charlie almost bursts out laughing.

The kid— Alvin— spots the reaction. He glowers, quite impressively, to be honest.

“Well, Alvin, that’s the fakest fake-name I’ve ever heard, but I think I can help with the ‘hole in the universe’ thing,” she tells him.

Alvin’s frowning again, it’s adorable and endearing in ways it really shouldn’t be.

“One problem, though,” she lays out. “You’re gonna have to be a little more specific about which hole in the universe or tear in the fabric of reality your talking about.”

Taken entirely aback, Alvin huffs, “Is it a commonplace occurrence to have your universe ripped open, then?”

“Well, not exactly. It’s more like our universe is the knit-scarf version of a life-raft,” Charlie explains, wheezing a bit as the metaphor sinks perfectly into a crack she didn’t quite realize she still needed to find a way to fill. “Things here aren’t… Well, uh, how many apocalypses have you fended off this week?”

“You’re really just gonna roll with the implicit declaration that I’m from another universe and you’re not going to question my sanity?”

Alvin looks like he’s suddenly questioning her sanity.

For a beat, Charlie feels insulted.

But really, his reaction is the more logical one.

Maybe Charlie should start trying to talk to more normies here soon, she’s totally lost touch with what constitutes a ‘reasonable reaction to weird shit’.

“Whelp, I’m not a Time Lord or anything,” she confesses, “but I’ve had enough contact with the Supernatural to know how to spot someone who’s brushed up against something ugly in the dark and is kinda freaking out about it. You fit the bill, Alvin.”

The kid rolls his eyes.

It could be an angel-learned-it-from-Dean thing, it really could be.

The weight of the sarcasm is just that strong.

“Fine, yes. ‘Alvin’ is not my real name,” he admits.

Then he casts a wicked smile her way that almost makes her rethink the ‘learned it from Dean’ idea, because this is… creepy in an almost Demon kinda way… in an almost Leviathan way. The grin is so unnerving that Charlie almost misses his next words:

“But you know, I’m pretty damn sure that ‘Charlie’ isn’t yours.”

“Yeah? Well, darn. Ya got me,” she breathes, trying to make herself remember that the Leviathan are gone, that she didn’t even see Cas when he was one of them.

In any other circumstance, Charlie would be reaching for the Borax.

But this angel-not-angel (and maybe-but-probably-not-demon-or-leviathan) kid whose name is definitely not Alvin, notices her sudden stiffness.

Immediately, he softens.

“Hey, what happened? You okay?”

Charlie shrugs. “You wouldn’t happen to be allergic to a certain 19th century boron-containing sodium compound, would ya?”

“Sodium borate? Like Borax? Can’t say I am,” the kid assures. “Any particular reason?”

“Uh, the word ‘Leviathan’ mean anything to you? Like specific, human-livestock-eating, double-tongued with lots of teeth lizard-men people-imitators specific? ‘Cause you just really reminded me of one there. And like I had a friend go Darkside… well, a lotta my friends have actually gone Darkside, but there was one and he… he’s missing still and well, bad things happen to my friends when they go missing.”

“Like apocalypses?”

“Yeah, kinda.”

“Really? Literal apocalypses? How exactly literal?”

“Um, pick a holy book at random? We’ve probably hit most of them by now,” Charlie admits, with a discomfited shrug as she vaguely wonders how she ended up on this side of the metaphorical interrogation table. “I think the first one was the Judeo-Christian one, they took things pretty literal. Michael-Lucifer prize fight and all…”

“Okay…” the kid says, finally sounding a little thrown, “but you stopped that one?”

“Yeah,” she tells him.

“So where are you now?”

“Somewhere between God’s little sister throwing a world-ending temper tantrum and you know a Luci-spawn antichrist accidentally poof-ing up new laws of physics?”

“Sounds plausible,” the kid tells her, his tone both entirely accepting of it as the gospel truth and sounding like he thinks she’s totally bonkers.

“No, it really doesn’t,” Charlie sighs. “Doesn’t change the fact it’s true. But enough about me and my world-ending escapades. How about your hole in the universe?”

“That’s the thing… See, I don’t remember.”

“What?”

“I don’t remember how I got here, I just remember that I don’t belong,” the kid confesses, sounding a lot more like he’s being honest than before. “I’m not supposed to be here, but I can’t explain what might be able to bring me back.”

“So, Lebanon, Kansas?”

“Has a safehouse I remember, or I think I do,” he lays out. “And it has a power source I think I need. And…”

“And..?”

Charlie’s hoping for something about the people waiting for him there, something about the ‘profound bond’ doing something to clue him in.

She can’t tell if this is just a spell or something, or if it’s a consequence of having Fallen, regained Angel status, and then seemingly kicked it again in the fastest repeat of the cycle yet.

“I dunno,” he sighs. “I just have to be there.”

Well, it’s not what she was hoping for.

But it’s still closer than she thought she’d get…

So, she’s still not 100% certain this kid is a whammied Castiel.

But she’s definitely like 85% certain, maybe 87%.

And in Winchester World? That there’s some pretty damn good lookin’ odds. So, Charlie will take what she can get and will roll with the rest.

Sam and Dean will be here in a few more hours. All she has to do ‘till then is keep this kid in arm’s reach and keep them both from being buckled up for the looney bin.

Sounds totally doable, right?

In retrospect, Charlie may have to adjust her definition of ‘doable’…

_ _ _

Keep up with everything I’m getting up to HERE!

Have a great week!

#fanfiction #fanfic #batman #batman & robin #BatFam #DCU #dcu fanfic #SPN #spn fanfic #supernatural #destiel #jay x tim #jason todd x tim drake #dean x castiel #multiverse #crossover #charlie bradbury

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morallygreyprompts · 5 years

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Bad Things Happen #16, 4th Continuation. (Bounty Hunter)

So, before I forget, let’s tag @waddles03 for wanting another post on this and BOI I like where I’ve taken it. I hope you do too. I’ll put up all 3 links, but if you click the third one, you can find your way to the first. one.

Part 3

Part 2

Part 1

Et voila. Hope you like it!

Bounty Hunter’s thoughts were dull and incoherent as they came around to the sound of Hero repeatedly calling their name.

"[Child]..." they murmured.

"Pull yourself together, there's more important things going on right now than- whatever you're spouting," Hero said. "For starters, why the hell did you give me over to [Villain]? I trusted you!"

Bounty Hunter winced deeply and raised their head with careful movements. "I… I had no choice. [Child], [Villain] threatened to take my kid if I didn't."

"I'm guessing they shot you in the leg too?" Hero murmured. "Dammit!"

Bounty Hunter let their head fall back against the board. "I was trying to keep them safe… It's all I've ever tried to do. But that doesn’t matter now. [Villain]’s going to kill them- this is all my fault!"

"Hey, no, shut up. Only I'm allowed to say this is your fault. Blaming yourself isn't helping anyone. Now use that head of yours and tell me what [Villain]'s planning.” "I.I don’t know. They just want you alive and-"

The door slammed open. "Fully functioning!" Villain declared. "Finally, I have both of you right where I need you."

"You’re not going to get away with this!" Hero snapped, trying to break out of their metal restraints with sheer strength.

Villain smirked, "I already have. I have your bodies. Now I just need your minds."

Realization struck Bounty Hunter like a Hammer. "Our Memories… No. No! You’re not taking my memories! No, go to hell!"

Villain laughed as they started struggling for all they were worth. And it amounted to nothing. They grabbed them by the jaw. "Only the episodic ones, don't worry. You'll forget everything you are and have done. You’re first, then [Hero]."

No, no please!" Bounty Hunter pleaded. "You can’t take them from me! My kid!"

"If you cared about your little brat that much you wouldn't be in this occupation and pissing me off by taking my men! It's your own fault. I gave you a chance and you threw it away for… this." Villain gestured sloppily towards Hero.

"You mean had a conscience?!" Hero shot at them.

"Hush! It's not your turn yet," Villain hissed, catching Hero in the face with a sharp slap.

Bounty Hunter clenched their jaw and tried to hide how their body began to tremble.

They desperately tried to reason with them. "You have them now, give me a second chance-"

"To try to stop me?!" Villain scoffs. "Or would you rather I take your kid instead, keep them as a hostage for the rest of your life? No, I didn't think so. Since you've decided to make things harder for yourself, I now want you to give yourself up to me. Tell me to take your memories."

"That's enough!" Hero bellowed. "Stop it, you sick piece of-"

"I'm sick? Who is the one selling people like livestock?! Tell me to wipe your memories, [Bounty Hunter], or you're going to find yourself having no one to forget. Give yourself up, accept you've messed up and you're mine now!"

Bounty Hunter couldn't hide their shaking now, the tears slipping past their defences.

"You'll. You'll leave my kid alone?"

"You've my word."

"[Villain], stay away from them, I mean it! You've got me now. I'm the powerful one- leave them alone. You gain nothing by having them-"

"Satisfaction, dear [Hero]. And that is all I ask. [Bounty Hunter] will be my lackey, servant, pet, whatever you want to call them. Now say it!"

Bounty Hunter was quiet for a moment despite Hero shouting and straining themselves, summoning their power but with the restrictors on, there was little more than a candle flame's worth. "Hang on!" Here shouted, but it was no good.

"Then… take them… my memories, take them. At least I won't remember this guilt."

Villain grinned and placed their hands on either side of Bounty Hunter's temple.

"Out with the old, and in with the new."

"[Child]..." they whispered before they fell limp.

Hero screamed, focusing all of their power to the point of burning themselves out. They roared as the candle became stronger and stronger. Villain could do nothing about it, too focused on Bounty Hunter, as though hypnotized as they wiped their every memory. Leaving behind only the body and its skills.

Hero screamed as the air around them exploded with energy, throwing Villain backward with a yell. They hit their head and the forces had them unconscious. Hero's bonds were gone. They staggered over to Bounty Hunter, trying to undo their bonds, but as burned out as they were, it was impossible. They were going to have to leave them, maybe Villain hadn't been able to replace their memories, maybe later they could help. Could Villain still give them new memories? Hero wasn't sure.

"I'm sorry. I'll come back for you soon. Hang on, please hang on. Remember, [Bounty Hunter], please remember."

#hero and villain #writing prompts #continuation #bounty hunter #hero #villain #captive #memory wiped #whump #restrained #AGGH I want to write all of this #Can I clone myself?#that'd be great #imma start on tomorrows so I hopefully wont be late

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deathinherited · 4 years

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—————— @mindstilled ; starter call.

the air in the apothecary is thick with the scent of the herbs hanging from the rafters above: hollyhock. mugwort. thyme. warm brown eyes flecked with honey-gold look up from the counter at the stranger before her, seemingly awestruck by the glint of her facial jewelry. piercings were never something daelen had previously considered getting, but now she can’t help but be curious, intrigued by the various golden hoops and bars adorning the other woman’s face and ears. after a beat of blatant staring, the human forces herself to snap out of her enamored trance, curls her lips into an amicable smile.

“ ah, hello ! welcome to nature’s bounty. was there, um, something in particular you were looking for today ? ”

#daelen works at an apothecary!#[ * ☾ ] DAELEN / interactions.#mindstilled

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semicolonthefifth · 4 years

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CROSS ch.3 - Sleepwalk

Many villages lined the Black Road, but much are alike in both design and reason for why they exist. Centuries of colonization, and Aurora is still untapped of what it could offer. Humanity has barely scratched a percentage of the planet, on account of both the world’s vicious sand storms and unforgiving climate. In addition, the natives practically own the mountains, and aren’t at all welcoming of humans digging too deep into their homes. Yet to this day people continue to stake their claims, coming to Aurora to find whatever section of rock or dirt that’ll hopefully grant them riches - ranging from lost Old Earth salvage, Deltan artifacts, or rich metals. When the dream dies, they settle down and try to make their fortune in another way: by settling a town.

When you travel the Road, you’ll find plenty of towns - some thriving, others dying, and many others to be completely abandoned. Often times these towns are a farm of sorts, others act as mines, and the rest offer some sort of service to travelers. You’ll have places built around a cookery, a goods store, churches, or - most commonly - a bar. When you’re living on a place like Aurora, you’ll always need a place to relax and have yourself a drink.

Jason had gotten a bad rep in a lot of the better spots along the Road. When you’ve got a habit of hunting your bounty into the one place everyone takes restage at, you tend to cause a fight or two. It doesn’t help that there’s sort of an unwritten law, that a bar is the most neutral spot you can find. So naturally, Jason had to drive for a long stretch of the road after dumping Sid’s body, all to find one bar to rest himself in. The one bar he could find a good change of getting a break was further south, in a town east off the Black Road and nearer towards Moresatta than Calberi:

A quiet little place called “Blondie”.

Population: about 48 people. Mostly men, with some women, children, and a few elderly.

It was a mining town that then turned into a wet stop for any traveling drunkard looking to stretch their legs before making the long trek for the city at the South end. From what Jason could remember off hearsay, it used to be quite the popular spot before a more easily reachable settlement was made, and the mines hit an impassable blockage that essentially killed the mining work there. It was named by its founder, for reasons that weren’t explained - save for the rare comment about an ‘inspiration’ of sorts. Besides the bar, a barber, and an alright tortilla shop, there wasn’t much else to get out of the place.

Jason met some regulars to the spot in his travelers, and they all described the bar’s selection of ales to be alright. There wasn’t anything better for miles on end - Jason couldn’t care less for quality at this point.

It took another 20 or so minutes before he would see the town coming over a hill, with a few lights twinkling to signal that any life was there. The wide swerve off the Road was rough, but after driving through some bumpy terrain he slowly came to what he assumed was the saloon. With the night still dark, and his moon dour, Jason didn’t pay much attention to the layout of the town - very few lights were set up in the town, and all Jason could care to pay mind to was where bar stood.

He slowly walked out the car and towards the large structure that acted as the town’s north-most landmark, and from a quick glance of the many lights and the muffled sound of music, he knew this was the bar. Jason made his way for the backdoor, and from the moment he steps in… he feels an all too familiar pain in his head.

Then he remembered.

Blondie was a town that greatly enjoyed the age of the Wild West from the Old Earth, from calling its bar a saloon to the style structure they built, along with all the stuff they hung on the walls of this very establishment. The place was at once a bar and a place of worship of the old. You saw posters that worshiped the heroes back in those days: legends like Wyatt Earp; Billy the Kid; and even good ol’ Harmonica. There were replica bull skulls, a set of guitars and tapestry. A table at a far off corner had a neatly made model of what those western towns looked like back in the day - all too similar to how Blondie is built, now that Jason thought about it. There were even the guns hanging around the place. Fake, of course -bought replicas from an artist, most likely.

Jason looked at it all. He observed the place, and wished even more he was elsewhere.

A music player was nestled by the hallway leading from the main bar floor to the back where Jason had entered. He have a look to see what was playing: an instrumental little thing called “Sleepwalk”. Santo & Johnny. Jason felt in a similar mood.

Then. “Jason?” He heard.

“Jason!” He heard again. “Jason, is that you?” Shouted a patron within the bar. Glancing from where he stood, Jason looked down the hall and saw a friend of his: a man by the name of Frankie Houser, seated next to a guy utterly new to this place.

Frankie was a tall, lean twig of a man at 6 feet in height. Atop his head was a set of red curls that looked like a broccoli had sprouted from his dome. His teeth angled forward whenever he spoke, and the apple in his neck stuck out for all to see. Though he made it all work with what Jason could best describe as the most honest and happiest of smiles. He wore a set of layered leggings that seemed to weigh him down, along with suspenders that hung over his gray-colored wife-beater. His boots were long and brown, almost turning red from the sand. Frankie kept a side-arm, a typical handgun, hanging off a holster to his side that kept him safe for his travels.

Beside him (on Frankie’s left) was another fellow, a curious one from appearance alone. A short, young-looking man that sat proper, unlike Frankie’s more laid back position. He was the cleanest thing in this entire bar, with a nice dark blue-colored suit that was one size too big on him - all over a light blue dress shirt with an obnoxiously green tie. He had dark brown skin, and short layer of black hair on his head, with none over his face. No dirt covered him, and no weapon was visible. Nothing except a backpack held tightly against his chest, only let go briefly so he may wave at Jason. A strange thing to see out here in some bar, Jason thought.

Making his way over, Jason took a seat beside Frankie’s right - all the while giving both men a handshake along the way. Frankie was firm and energetic, meanwhile the kid was weak-wristed but polite. Jason winced on the former more so the latter. With Jason seated, he looked to a bartender that had been waiting nearby - a grizzled, old looking man who gave a little nod to the new patron.

Jason placed his order: a glass of mildly sweet Deltan Ale, a straw, and a plate of ice.

Frankie turned to Jason, “Nice to see you, man. How’s like treatin’ ya?” He asked, with as much kindness and genuine interest. It was about the nicest thing thrown at Jason’s way today.

“Well”. Jason tsked, “Ain’t exactly going my way.”

“That about the truth for all of us, ain’t it?” Frankie responds. “Seems like nothing ever goes our way. Still, I’m sure you’ll find some good coming over yours. Just need to keep ya’ chin up.” He takes a pause to sip from his own drink - a glass of water, one for him and a similar for the friend beside him. It was then that he coughed a bit. All of a sudden a thought entered his mind and he swallows up his water before resuming his talk with Jason.

“Oh, almost forgot - rude of me. Jason, allow me to introduce to a new man here in the wastes. Kid’s name is Charlie. Charlie Wills. Landed onto Aurora, straight from Tyrell.”

Jason chuckled harshly, “Seriously? Tyrell? THE city, Tyrell?”

Charlie nodded before speaking gently. “That I am.”

With more a chuckling escaping from him, Jason then asked further of the young man, “What the heck are ya doing out here in the Black Road? Shouldn’t you be heading on over to Moresatta or something?”

With a slight hesitancy, Charlie’s response was interrupted by Frankie’s own explanation, “Actually, he’s taking the scenic route. We’ve been passing by every site we can find along the way. The kid’s loving all the villages we’ve come to visit so far - along with all the many delicacies they come to offer. Quarter of the trip’s spent trying out foods, I tell ya! Had in me now more than I have the past week!.” He lets out a long breathy laugh at that, bringing Charlie a clear look of embarrassment.

“Hilarious.” Jason comments, a tad positively at first but becomes more serious when he speaks to Charlie. “Hey, kid? Try not to waste too much time on the Black Road though. Drivers like Frankie here can’t be spending all night on the Road.”

“He’s alright, Jason!” Frankie exclaims, once more interrupting whatever reply Charlie was about to make. Frankie then continues, “He’s paying for my troubles, for starters. Plus, I’m having the time of my life. I get some moments to stretch my legs more than I would a straight drive anyhow.”

Charlie finally gets a word in, explaining that, “I’m doing my best not to take advantage of Mr. Hosier. Forgive me if I can’t help myself to stop so much, but you have a wonderful place here. Tyrell’s lovely, but Aurora certainly captures my interest far more by a great margin. Mr. Hosier here has been a great driver since he picked me up from Calberi, and all the sights I’ve seen have already made the expenses worth it. I must say, you have a beautiful world here, sir.”

“Yeah, well so is a lady with experience.” Jason remarked with a lazy grin. “Pretty to look at, but mess with her and she’s already got a knife aimed for your throat.”

Frankie stifles a chuckle, but Jason continues - again, seriously. “Listen, kid, do yourself a favor- go back home. Aside from the two cities, there ain’t nothing to see here on Aurora. It’s a wasteland, empty except for a bunch of folks killing each other all the damn time, and a lot of gangs playing dress up while proving to see who can shoot each other more.”

“Well I’m sorry to say, but t-that’s precisely why I came.” Charlie nervously shoots back, proceeding to open up his backpack and dig right in. “I’ve got - if you let me a moment - some things I wanted to see here that you don’t get in other worlds. All we ever hear about Aurora are the gangs, he natives, and the various wars. So much history bottled up in this one planet, it’s all so interesting yet nothing I’ve read at home really do it justice. Tyrell barely gets anything, and oftentimes what we do get is questionable in its legitimacy. I had to come here, to confirm it myself that it’s all true.”

He keeps on digging, prompting Jason and Frankie to side-eye each other with looks that equally find entertainment at Charlie’s naivety. They don’t say anything, however they’re somewhat intrigued by what the young man’s looking for. Eventually, Charlie produces a thick black binder. He opens it up, revealing a colorful collection of prints and photographs - to which the two natives of the planet take a gander.

Charlie flips past the first couple of pages to show off a small selection of printed replicas of old war-time posters - from the era of conflicts happening on Aurora. They depicted humans in UROE infantry gear, either lining up in inspirational formations or firing their rifles at sword-wielding giants. He turned a page, briefly pausing to let them examine each photo before continuing on to the next. The next set featured prints of a different tone: humans, holding their hands up in union with the giants, set against amber colored mountains. Additionally there were prints which shows 5 humans and one giant, all working at a construction site with words emphasizing “union” and “working to the future”. From how each print looked, it seemed that the original posters were painted before being copied for mass distribution - with a warm, inviting feeling that nostalgia-lovers would love to get their hands on.

Eventually Charlie did some commentary as he showed off the prints - a bit of confidence making its way up the surface. “Check it out. War propaganda from around the Great Aurora War, nearly a millennium ago. Back then we didn’t know whether to trust the natives or to present them as enemies, so marketing sorta changed in those years. All of it made from a printing company in Aurora, who only got a brief clue of what Deltans looked like from news and word-of-mouth.”

He turned another page, commenting further, “Then see here: prints of the continued war with the Kronian Empire.” The young man, smiling at the two men looking down at his book, turns the page to showcase further pieces in his collection. He pointed to various prints, all of them depicting red-eyed figures, either in pale white face or under black gas-masks. There was one print in particular he directed to the most, where it featured a looming, red-eyed gas-mask wearing creature leering deviously over a group of human colonists. It displayed the text: “OUR HOMES ARE IN DANGER”

Page after page he turned, with Charlie showing off more of his historical collection. Jason was honestly interested at this point, especially when he noticed that none of it remotely mentioned the Old Earth. There were so many detailed, organized prints of Aurora history - even stuff he never heard about.

Charlie’s commentary drew Jason away from his initial cynicism - made all the better as Charlie came out of his shell and was eager to share history with a couple of locals. Though it also helped that, by the time he was listening, Jason’s plate of ice and drink had arrived. The kid kept on talking, being so open and smooth in his vocals, with all the nervousness having gone away.

He’d say this like, “This is a photo of several Deltan natives making the first trek down the Black Road; you may notice how some look uncomfortable with the surface at first.”

Or, “A print showcasing the opening of Moresatta. I managed to get this printed straight off the archives back home - it was so exciting.” He was quite captivating when was in the zone.

Frankie, out of them all, was the most absorbed into it. In between his listenings and close examinations, he’d make the passing comment of “been there” and “seen that”. Every now and then he’d even correct Charlie on something, like how the Deltans rarely fought each other in colonized lands - prompting Charlie to grab a napkin and write the info down with a pen kept in his pocket. Of course there was a disappointment in Charlie: it scratched off the goal of seeing two Deltans fighting, as he heard from the stories.

By the 30th page however, it got too personal for Jason. As they closed halfway upon the hour, Charlie began turning the pages towards more recent history - and Jason felt less enthused.

Every page was a painful memory for Jason, and especially the world.

The mass incarceration site built in off the Road to house countless numbers of UROE prisoners, only to lead into a jailbreak many years back. With it brought the near endless supply of raiders and bandits that roam the Black Road, causing so much trouble from that catastrophe.

The crackdown by the UROE, which began with arming various militia groups to fight back the raider scourge. All that did was lead to even more violence along the Road.

The deadly raid on the Black Road hospital up North, leading to dozens dead. Nobody had a chance there.

Everything that came in before or during his childhood, and yet still messing up his life to this day.

Then the photo that Jason hoped wouldn’t come… finally arrived.

Charlie turns the page, explaining at first, “Of course there were many people we saw fighting the raiders in the vids that aired in Tyrell. They were probably the most popular ones when you consider the views they got. It was a group of these cowboys, dressed up like in the Wild West - calling themselves the Crimson Crosses. See, I even got a photo of two such members right--”

He stopped right there, almost completely. Charlie took notice first of Frankie’s slight cringe, before then directing his sight at Jason.

Charlie had seen this photo about a dozen times, but a new detail emerged then. The photo showed two young men, both wearing a set of wild-west inspired outfits over their tall, powerful frames. The garments consisted of brown vests; long-sleeve collared shirts, dull dark pants, and a dark overcoat covering much of it. Atop their heads were similarly sized wide-brim hats, and around their necks a bandanna. As well, both men shared the exact same style of hair, and exact appearance of face. Between them was an overweight, gruff-looking bandit tied up with a lasso, with both men posing triumphantly beside him.

Below the photo, on a sticker Charlie used to caption his photos, it read, “The Cross Twins, Frederick and Jason, capture the Butcher of Red Peaks.”

Jason hesitantly grabs the photo - his mind felt like it was screaming ‘no’, but a part of him felt like he needed to see it. He brought it closer and looked down at the picture, and at that moment all the color and life in his face drained completely - and in its place, a flood of bad memories once walled up behind years of alcohol.

Meanwhile Charlie looked towards the stranger, studying his face in relation to the photograph. There he was: Jason Cross of the Crimson Crosses - older, stronger…

And now he’s downing an entire glass of ale.

#KRONOS #CROSS #my writing #eyeofsemicolon #the5thsemicolon #semicolonthefifth #story #western #science fiction

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@heroeth asked: “ you know i always have your back . ”

hurt / comfort sentence starters / accepting.

Sighing again, she leaned over, deeper into him, and closed her eyes to his warm. Bright and lovely. She took in the sun as though she were starved for it.

“Is that not obvious? Of course, you will. You are at my back, right now.”

.... but she knew what he meant. That he would not abandon her. Leave her. Always----will watch over her, protect her. Her back, never facing him. He probably knew it, too.

That she would never look at him. That she could not. For her, whose role was to look ahead and never behind, she could not even see him through the glass pane that drives them both wonderful. No matter how close her body rests to his, no matter how warm her body may be, no matter how much he pounds on that transparent wall----how loud it hums, how hopeless it becomes, how pathetic his reflection looked when he tries to capture those moments of happiness she sighs out----her eyes are always closed. When he opens his hands to catch the fog out of her mouth. When he smiles at her and she smiles back, glassy-eyed garnets, the cushions of her eyes soft and plush to the curl of her lips and yet,

... she cannot hear a single thing.

“I know. You always have my back. Strange and eventful; you... really are... “----she leaned even further back, extending herself on him as though he were her own personal recliner. Push and press. Ornery. And subtle. Her little teasing in her own, little way. Her hair spilled over his shoulders and she fluffed it out behind her head, smiling brightly at nothing at all. Just the sun. And the sky, and the clouds, and everything in front of her. She liked it. She liked it so much. Days where nothing happens. Days where the sun looks the way it always has, when the birds chirp, the leaves stay put on the branches, when the peridot pricks of spring’s green grass tickles at her, Aernas’s bounty. Isn’t it better, this way? She liked it.

“’Sora’. I wonder what it means. Lire’s name means ‘to sing’. Did you know that? Though, she is not much for a singer. Aha... Arme is named after a goddess. Armenian, Amensis. ‘Elesis’....”

... With the fade of her words, she slowly sat up, giving his back a break. The joints in her back popped as she stretched to the sun. From the lower of her spine to her shoulders, twisting and turned, relaxing. She shifted in her spot and turned to look at him, the red in her eyes as sparkly as they were, reflective as they were. And the soft under her eyes, plush as they were---as they always are. She liked it. Days like this. Where nothing happened, and nothing was lost. Days when her eyelashes caught the sun’s light through them like a basket, letting only a few rays through her canopy of selfish, sunlight-loving red. Days so stuck in monotony, days like the same song repeated endlessly. When will these idyllic, mayfly days pass? in the back of her mind. When will this one disappear, too? From her eyes. This boy who reminded her so much of a voice LOST IN HER----------

----“I am named after ‘the World’. Isn’t that funny? ‘I am the World’. It’s pretentious, is it not? I wonder why. ‘The World’. Aernas. Do you know? The sky, the earth, Mana---’Aernas’. My Father... is strange, like that.”

“’Elesis’ equals Aernas. ‘Aernasis’. It used to be called that. Aernasis. Have you gotten the hang of it? This language.”

#heroeth #IN CHARACTER / post #VERSE / she is their leader; she belongs to you and you belong to her #3:> )

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musingsfromalily · 5 years

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Robin Hood (2018) Sentence Starter Meme

“This is no bed time story.” “This story begins with a thief, but not the thief that you know.” “It’s yours if you give me your name.” “Go away and come back never!” ”He’s still alive, I won’t leave him behind.” “Wait for me.” “I’ll tell you anything you want, please!” “If it’s of any consolation, you can’t.” ”___ , you’re not dead?!” ”I ready your eulogy, it was actually quite nice--It’s a shame you missed it.” ”This is not gonna end well.” ”I’m sorry I couldn’t save him.” ”Young lady, you wouldn’t know a breaking point unless you’ve seen combat.” ”You’ve killed hundreds of us! What’s one more?” “Shoot me. As fast as you can.” ”If we get caught, they will kill us all.” ”Really inspiring. Thanks.” ”Should I count to 10 before I raise the alarm?” ”I’m the law and order here.” ”My conscience is clear. Is yours?” ”Nothing’s sacred until I’ve caught that thief and drowned him in a cage!” ”If I may, I propose a bounty. A thousand a week until he’s caught, or killed.” “Hang just one, and I suspect the rest will fall in line.” ”We wanted to get their attention. And we have it now!” ”You’ll rest when you’re dead.” ”Never forget, ___. God’s up there, I’m down here.” ”So you don’t have to be okay with me--” ”You’ll find him. It takes a thief to catch a thief.” “Fear is the greatest weapon in god’s arsenal. It is why the church created hell.” “The young are god’s gift to the church, the arrows in our quiver.” “How long have you known me?” “This man is a thief!” “Do that, and we will have bought absolute power!” ”I’ll remind them that they’re not the people they’re my subjects.” “Will that satisfy you?” “Don’t talk to me like that, like a child.” “When did I lose your trust?” “You’re scared.” “You think that if the commoners rise, if they fight—You’ll lose them.” “You know what to do. Move!” “Refusal will be counted as treason!” “You call yourself a man?!” “Oh, I’m gonna have fun with you later.” “There’s too many of them.” “What, for you and me? There’s not enough.” “There’s the one I want. I want him alive!” “Keep it steady!” “You call that a disguise?” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “Are we really going to do this now!” “I’m done. We’re finished.” “All I wanted was to get you back.” “If not you, who? If not now, when?” “If the people knew they’d fight. With the right leader.” “If I beat you, you’d die on me out of spite.” “A man without faith. Lonely.” “We stare death in the face with dignity and honor.” “I’m glad your faith is so strong. It will make breaking it so much sweeter.” “You’re going to want to believe something can save you. But you’ll see my face.” “You have no voice here.” “Four years ago I left to fight for a liar’s cause.” “What would you do to get back what’s yours?” “Some say I rob from the rich, but if the rich are stealing from you—Who is the thief?” ”This is our crusade.” “What happens next doesn’t happen without you.” “Yes you did, and you set me free.” “Everyone is with us.” “You didn’t leave your balls in the desert, did you!” “A thousand pounds for the man who brings me ___!” “One of those bastards knows who he is!” “Was that supposed to happen?” “You saved my life in the desert, I’m not gonna kill you!” “Going back is suicide.” “Either we all make it or none of us do.” “He can have you. Get out of my sight!” “Everyone will know of your treason. What do you think the crown will do when they learn of it?” “Look at my eyes! God isn’t here. It’s just me.” “You are a hard man to kill ___. And thank god for it.” “I’m actually quite giddy to become an outlaw.” “I never saw this coming.” “My baptism was one of fire, but I am grateful for it.” “Welcome to the big table.”

#Robin Hood 2018 #Robin Hood Meme #Okay to reblog #Sentence Meme #Sentence Starter Meme

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@angry-teal-panther liked for a starter

“Y’know, You don’t need to lurk over there in silence?” Dan would call over to the figure nearby, whom he swore seemed to have been hanging around ever since he began setting up an encampment. He didn’t know whom or what they wanted but if they were some bounty hunter or another with ill intent, he figured they’d have made a move by now.

Still perhaps they were just waiting for an opportune moment? Either way Dan would call over even more.

“Seriously, I don’t mind if you wanna join me for a bit, you cold? or hungry? I’ve got a fireplace here.....I’m not gonna do anything and if you somehow have business with me, its gonna be hard to do it all the way over there don’t you think?”

If anything he was just trying to appear friendly towards them, assuming perhaps his freakish right arm was another reason for caution.

The demon-hog would continue to sit next to his fire burning away calmly as the night grew ever darker, seems he was just starting to put some meat on the little cooking stove over it too. Maybe the smell of food would also be a temptation?

#path_of_the_lost #the reemergence: darkness #angry-teal-panther #(Hope its ok)#(Not the most exciting starter ever made)#(But I wasn't sure what to go for)

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