#FINALLY!!! I really need to stop putting so many months between these chapters...
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INVISIBLE STRING | Chapter 5: it's nice to have a friend.
New Girl!AU — A disastrous break up led you to them; three guys living in a huge apartment and in need of a new roommate who helped with the way too expensive rent.
MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST
PAIRING — Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader.
SUMMARY — Your best friend finally visits your new home, but in a terrible moment. As she takes all the attention, you find yourself locked in your room with an unexpected company. New feelings and confusions might appear.
TAGS — alcohol consumption, baela makes her first appearance, mentions of virginity loss, awkwardness between aegon and reader bc they're dumb af, use of y/n. If something is missing, let me know!!
AUTHOR'S NOTE — PLEASE READ THIS!! Just to clarify, Baela and Rhaena are Velaryon, just Laena's daughters not Daemon's, Jace and Luke are Strong, and Aegon, Aemond, Daeron, Helaena and Rhaenyra are Targaryens; this means only the Targs and Strongs are related. Thank you for reading!!🤍
WORD COUNT — 4.6k
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤenglish is not my first language.
Lucerys’ big, blue eyes were staring at you as you read through his latest English test trying to see and correct the things in which he had failed. Jacaerys had asked you to help him with his studies after their mother threatened to ground him if he came home with another bad grade. In return for your work, he would do the dishes for you for an entire month; and you couldn't say no to that.
“Alright, a C+ is not terrible, but it can be better if you really put effort into studying,” you advised him. “You're a smart kid, you can definitely get an A+.”
“It’s so hard for me, there's too many concepts. I don't even know what a funnel introduction is,” he murmured, bumped out.
“It's fine, Luke, I'll help you study for your next test and you'll get at least a B+, I promise,” you said, smiling softly at him.
For a moment he just stared at you, being completely silent as he placed his chin on his hand while leaning on the table. You lifted your eyebrow and your smile slowly started to disappear.
Oh, gods, not again.
“You have a beautiful smile, you know?” he suddenly said, taking you by surprise and making you remember his little crush towards you.
“You need to stop trying to flirt with me, Luke,” you warned him. “I'm too old for you.”
“It was just a compliment,” he shrugged.
“Luke…” you said his name with a scolding tone.
“It is!” he assured you.
“Well, then thank you. That's very sweet of you.”
The main door opened just when you finished talking, Aegon was soon walking inside the loft with his hands holding at least five bags, each filled with the groceries for the month. You excused yourself before standing up and going to help him.
Things, surprisingly, were not awkward at all anymore. You were grateful for that, knowing that all your business with Aegon was now forgotten since what happened a few days ago. You both agreed, however, that you would not say anything to the rest of the guys, just so they wouldn't get the wrong impression. You were pleased, though, because now your relationship with Aegon was better, and you knew he trusted you a tiny bit more now. You were happy about it, too.
“Want some help with that?” you asked as you tried to grab some of the bags.
Aegon immediately shook his head, telling you it was okay as he moved the bags away from your hands, even when he seemed to be struggling a bit.
“Don’t worry about it,” he breathlessly said. “There's a sad, hot girl looking for you out there, you should probably go and see what's that about.” He walked past you and left you standing right in the middle of the hall.
You watched him enter the kitchen and leave the bags on the floor before he went to the fridge and drank orange juice straight out of the bottle. You sighed before you curiously peaked to the entrance only to find your best friend standing there with her backpack hanging from her shoulder. Her eyes were red — it seemed as if she was crying the whole way there, her lower lip was quivering as she held back her sobs.
“Baela?” you asked as you walked towards her, wrapping your arms around her as she laid her head on your shoulder, weeping against your shirt. “Hey, babe, what's wrong? What happened?”
“Garett and I fought today,” she sobbed, “It was bad, I took my thing and I left.”
Your hands went to her hair, your fingertips soothingly caressing her head as you comforted her. “It’s okay,” you cooed, grabbing her face and wiping her tears away with your thumbs. “Let's go talk in my room, alright? Come on.”
Baela obediently nodded as you guided her through the loft with your hand on her lower back. Aegon gave you a confused look and you just shrugged as a response. He followed you with his eyes until you disappeared around the corner and were out of his sight.
“How did you know the address?” you questioned, curiously.
“You sent it to me when you came for the first time just in case they would kidnap you or murder you,” she explained as she sniffed.
“Oh, right…” you muttered.
“It's a really nice apartment, you were lucky to find it.”
“I know, and it's quite cheap too.”
“I can't believe there's three men living here-”
All of the sudden, Jace walked out of his room; his sleepy face and swollen eyes would be proof enough to know that he had just woken up. However, what actually caught your attention was the way his body froze when he laid eyes on Baela, and also the way that she stiffened up when she saw him standing in front of her. His eyes widened as his lips slightly parted in what seemed to be a silent gasp.
“Baela…” he murmured. Suddenly you felt invisible.
“Hi,” she said in a sigh. You frowned, confused.
Standing there between them, you found yourself being taken aback by their reaction, about the way they looked at each other as if their breaths were caught up in their throats. You glanced at Baela, then at Jace, trying to find some explanation to this awkward situation, but you found nothing more than sparkling eyes in them.
“What- Did I miss something?” you asked, interrupting the moment and feeling Baela's stare falling on you.
“No,” Jace quickly replied. You could almost see him blushing. “Nothing happened.”
“Weren't we going to your room?” Baela turned to tell you, and you nodded. “Alright, let's go then.”
You resumed your path towards your room, and as soon as you crossed the door, Baela closed it behind her back. Suddenly, all traces of sadness were now replaced by something new; nervousness, perhaps. You sat on your bed staring at your friend who was now looking at you with widened eyes. You were beyond confused, filled with questions and doubts that needed to be answered before your mind would explode.
“Listen,” she started.
“I think there is a big elephant in the room right now.”
“There's a lot to unpack.”
“I can tell,” you replied. “You know Jace, don't you?”
“I do,” she nodded. “I actually know him very well. Very well.”
You stopped for a second. “How well?”
“Remember my time in Dragonstone as a camp counselor?”
Oh Gods.
“Yes…” you muttered, unsure of whether you wanted to hear the rest of the answer or not.
“Remember what happened during that summer?” she questioned, surprisingly shy.
“I do.”
“Well, it was Jacaerys,” she confessed.
Your eyes widened as you heard her saying it and confirmed it as if it wasn't breaking news, then your mouth dropped. A gasp escaped from your lips as you stood up from the bed and walked towards her.
“Shut up!” you said out of surprise. “It was Jace? That Jace?”
There was a moment of silence before Baela nodded and said, “uh… yes.”
“What?!” you yelled.
“Babe, keep it quiet, please,” she whispered.
“I thought Jace was a virgin,” you confessed, talking in loud whispers, still in shock.
“I can assure you that he's not.”
You covered your mouth as you saw her getting flustered by the situation. The whole thing with her boyfriend, and whatever had happened between them two, had been quickly forgotten by you two, because now you were trying to make sense of how small the world really was.
“I can't believe this!” you exclaimed.
“Well, imagine my situation,” Baela said, scandalized. “I just found out that, out of the billions of people in the world, my best friend is living with the guy that took my virginity during summer camp!”
“It's kinda romantic, though,” you confessed. Baela noticed the dreamy look on your eyes as you spoke; she was already used to it. “Maybe it's destiny.”
“You're insane,” she chuckled.
“Just imagine, Baela! What are the odds?”
“I'm dating Garett!”
“You were crying because of him a few minutes ago!” you reminded her. “What did that douche do anyway?”
Baela took a deep breath, rolling her eyes as she remembered everything. You knew a part of her was slightly embarrassed to tell you, only because she knew you would say ‘I told you so’. She was too stubborn to admit she had been wrong about him all this time.
“He got jealous because he went through my phone and found a picture I took with a friend from work,” she explained.
“He went through your phone?” you repeated, widening your eyes. “Gods, Baela, what are you waiting to break up with him?”
“I don't know!” she replied in despair. “Maybe I love him too much.”
“Whatever you two have going on, I can assure you that it's not love. You deserve better than him, and you know it.”
“I will break up with him… some day,” she promised, doubting. “But now, I need a place to stay tonight because I can't go back to my apartment if he's there. Can you help me with that?”
“Of course,” you immediately replied, “you can stay as long as you want.”
“Thank you,” she sighed.
“Though he should be the one looking for shelter,” you couldn't help but to speak up. “It's your apartment.”
“I know, but I'm doing what I can, alright? I feel like there's a lot of shit going on right now. Can't we just drink our weight in booze?”
“I- I don't know, babe,” you slowly said, “I have a bunch of papers to grade and next class we'll revise them and-”
“Hey, it's okay,” she shrugged, “Maybe one of those guys will make me some company.”
A soft knock was heard and soon Aegon opened the door of your room. He was looking tired and uninterested as usual. Baela crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking at him up and down. Aegon didn't even notice such a gesture, because all his attention was on you.
“I brought pizza from the supermarket,” he informed you. “They’re getting out of the oven, so come and have dinner. You can also come, if you want,” he spoke to Baela, finally glancing at her.
“We'll be there in a minute,” you replied.
Aegon left as quickly as he arrived, and your attention returned to your friend, who was arching one of her eyebrows.
“What?” you asked.
“Nothing…” she shrugged, but her tone made you a bit suspicious. “Shall we go now? Crying makes me hungry.”
“Alright, let's go… I'll introduce you to Aemond.”
She grabbed your hand and you guided her through the hall until you were back in the dining room. Lucerys looked up from his plate and his mouth fell as he saw Baela walking confidently towards the table. One single glance at him and you sighed relieved to know that his crush towards you was now replaced by his crush towards Baela.
Aemond —who was wearing a kitchen apron and had his long silver hair in a bun— also appeared with two pizzas in his hands, being followed by Jacaerys who carried one. As they put them on the table, you cleared your throat trying to make them acknowledge your presence in the room.
They both stood still as they saw her.
“Aemond, Luke,” you started, “this is my best friend Baela. She'll be staying with us tonight if that is not an issue.”
“Of course not.” Aemond stepped in, removing the oven mitts from his right hand and stretching it to reach hers. “I'm Aemond Targaryen,” he introduced himself with a soft smile as he brought her hand towards his lips and left a kiss there.
Jacaerys rolled his eyes.
“How chivalrous,” Baela commented, pleased with that small interaction.
“Shall we take a seat now?” you proposed, going to your usual spot.
“Where do I sit?” Baela asked.
“Wherever your ass fits, but not in my chair,” Aegon suddenly said, appearing out of nowhere and taking his seat in the spot right next to you.
You gave him a bad look as he sat down.
“You can sit beside Aemond.” You pointed at the empty chair right next to him. Baela did what you said and smiled at him politely.
A quick glance at Jacaerys and you noticed how his jaw slightly clenched and how his eyes would, occasionally, look at them. You narrowed your eyes, noticing there was something going on there probably related to what you had just found out.
“Well, can we start eating now?” Aegon asked. “I'm fucking starving.”
Without waiting for an answer, he took a slice of the pizza and opened his mouth to eat almost half of it in a single bite. Aemond looked at him as if he was scolding him for his terrible manners, but you could only giggle at that.
“Do you guys happen to have beer?” she curiously wondered, staring at Aemond. “I'm in need of some.”
“There's a couple in the fridge, and-”
“No, no. Those are mine, I bought them,” Aegon interrupted.
His lips were covered by stains of tomato sauce, and you gave him a napkin so he would clean himself. He quickly took it and cleaned his mouth.
“Aegon, she's a guest,” Aemond said.
“And?”
“And you need to be polite.”
“I'm sharing my pizza with all of you, I think I'm being polite enough,” he argued as he pointed at the three pizzas on the table.
“I can go and buy some beer,” Jacaerys suddenly offered, “uh… there's a store around the corner, I can grab some beers for you.”
“That's so thoughtful, Jace,” Baela thanked him.
“You guys need to be careful,” you warned them.
“Why?” Jace questioned.
“It's just that your brother is here, and he is a minor-”
“I’m sixteen,” he quickly replied.
“Which means you have to wait two more years to legally drink,” you reminded him.
“Listen, it's my free night, and I don't want to listen to music or smell a beer tonight,” Aegon groaned, interrupting the conversation.
“No one is inviting you to join, Aegon,” Jace murmured.
You gave him a bad look. “Don't be mean.”
Of course no one noticed, but Aegon looked down at his lap just so he would hide the faint rose blush that appeared on his cheeks.
“Y/n will be busy tonight, so maybe you guys can give me some company,” she proposed to Aemond and Jacaerys, who immediately nodded.
“Can I be there too?” Luke asked.
“As long as you stay away from the alcohol,” Baela told him.
“Fine,” he sighed.
“Then you can join us,” she cheerfully said.
An hour was all they needed to create their own personal little pub. You were in your room, the door closed and your eyes feeling tired from reading so much - especially when you had to almost guess what the poorly written words were. The weariness was starting to show as you would continuously jawn and rub your eyes, trying to stay focused on your task.
You saw the clock. 11pm. As you listened to the faded music coming from the living room, you missed the days when you were able to stay awake until sunrise. Perhaps you were getting old.
Or maybe you just needed coffee.
The pen in your hand dropped as you stood up, stretching your limbs and sighing while you put on your comfy slippers. You left your room and rushed into the kitchen, finding Jace staring at Aemond and Baela sitting on the couch. He looked dissociated, as if his mind was giving him a thousand thoughts in a second, and even when you saw him distracted, you asked him:
“Where are the coffee pods?”
Jacaerys’ eyes wouldn't even dare to leave Baela. You would notice how he was nervously tapping the kitchen counter and biting his lip. It was quite obvious that he didn't even hear a word of what you've just said.
“How long have you known her?” He suddenly asked.
“Who? Baela?” you spoke as you looked into the drawers.
“Yes,” he said as he finally turned around to look at you.
“She's been my best friend since sixth grade, why- Oh, here they are,” you mumbled once you found what you were looking for.
You grabbed the coffee pod and put it in the coffee machine, waiting next to it for the cup to be filled.
“So you know,” he assumed. “Of course you do, she's your best friend.”
“What do I know?”
“That we- you know…” he shyly said. “Summer Camp, Dragonstone… uh, sex.”
“Well, she just told me, actually…” you confessed. “I mean, I knew how she lost it, but she never told me the name of the guy, so I didn't know you two had met before. Also, you've never mentioned anything about that camp before, so...”
“Gods, she looks even more beautiful than I remembered,” he said with a shy smile, looking at Baela and then back at you. “Shit, she's here and my hair looks hideous, I don't know why I cut my curls off, I feel like Samson.”
“You look fine, Jace.”
“Yeah, you say that to Aegon everyday, how can I believe you?”
You were about to open your mouth and say that you actually meant it each time you would say that to Aegon, but, somehow, admitting that information made you feel embarrassed. You just decided to change the subject before the silence turned into an awkward one.
“Listen, you do you, I'll be in my room-”
“Wait, no,” he interrupted you. “You need to stay here.”
“Why?”
“Because I don't- How am I supposed to get close to Baela if you're gone?” He asked you, widening his eyes with panic.
“The same way you did when you first met her, isn't it easy?”
“You have to understand,” he said, looking deadly serious. “17 year old me, is not the same person as 22 year old me. I've grown weak.”
“Find that inner 17 year old you,” you shrugged, as you started to slowly walk away. “Best of luck, my friend.”
You walked out of the kitchen with the cup of hot coffee in your hand. As you passed by the living room, you gave a threatening look to Luke who was too close to the beers in the center table. As a response, he lifted his hands in a gesture of innocence, and looked at you with those blue, puppy eyes. You sighed, resuming your way towards your room and humming the song that was playing back in the living room.
Once you returned, it was a complete surprise to see Aegon laying on your bed with his computer on his lap and a bowl of chips on his side. He was shoeless, in his pajamas, looking so comfortable that you even thought for a small second that you accidentally entered his room instead of yours.
“What are you doing here?” you asked, as you walked towards your desk and left the coffee cup there.
“I'm watching a movie and they aren't letting me listen because their music is too loud,” he explained.
“Why don't you use subtitles?”
He scoffed, “I'm watching a movie, not reading a fucking book.”
“Aegon, you need to stop appearing in my room,” you mumbled. He paused his movie, sitting up on the bed. “Last time was a disaster.”
“I won't be a bother to you, I swear it. I'll be quiet and let you do your thing,” he told you, looking at you with his puppy, lilac eyes. You couldn't say no.
“Fine,” you mumbled, sitting in your chair before you resumed your work. “Keep the volume down too, please.”
“Alright,” he said, and each started to focus on your own thing.
You gave him one last look before you turned around and grabbed your pen. The music was muffled thanks to the thickness of the walls, and all you could hear was the soft voices of the actors coming out of Aegon's computer. It was quite relaxing, there was no awkward silence or anything as such. It felt comfortable and nice.
His presence felt nice.
Suddenly, you heard him laughing out loud, and it was contagious enough to make you smile, distracting you from your work. You turned around only to see him covering his face with one of your pillows, somehow you thought it was cute.
“What are you watching?” you asked as you stood up and sat on your bed next to him.
“Pineapple Express,” he said between giggles, still laughing at one of the scenes.
“Can I watch too?”
“I thought you were busy working,” he replied, looking up at you.
You sighed, “yeah, you’re right.”
Aegon looked at you for a few seconds before pausing the movie and sitting up.
“You look stressed,” he pointed out. “Want some help with whatever you're doing?”
“Would you help me?” you asked, incredulously.
“Yeah, why not? I wanted to be a teacher when I was little,” he confessed, “until I realized I was supposed to go to university to do it.”
“You haven't gone to university?”
“I have, actually,” he nodded as he spoke. “My father forced me to go. I never finished it though, I dropped out.”
“What program?”
“Business administration,”
“Was it fun?”
“The most boring shit ever,” he replied, and you chuckled.
He looked at you as you laughed, and a small —almost nonexistent— smile appeared on his face. It was an involuntary gesture.
“Why did he force you to study something you didn't want?” you curiously asked.
You knew that perhaps you were overstepping a line, but it was the first time he ever said something about him to you, and you were craving to know more. You just couldn't help it.
“Alright, what is this? A fucking interview?”
“Oh, come on!” you insisted. “I've seen you naked already, remember? I know more of you than Aem and Jace.”
“Bold of you to assume they haven't seen me naked yet,” he chuckled. “Will you want help with those hieroglyphics or not?”
“Don't be mean,” you scolded him. “They are just learning how to properly write.”
“Which grade is it?”
“Third.”
“Amateurs…” he mumbled.
“Stop it, they're kids,” you giggled.
“No excuse.”
“Alright, I'm gonna keep going before it gets too late,” you said as you stood up.
Aegon, out of impulse, stretched his hand to grab yours, stopping you from moving away. You turned around, failing to hide your surprise. He seemed unfazed by his own action on the outside, but on the inside he was panicking and desperately wondering why he did that.
“I can help you if you want,” he offered again.
You had to take a second to process it and answer him.
“It's- it's fine,” you shrugged. “You keep watching your movie, don't worry.”
He pressed his lips; an awkward smile.
“Alright,” he said, and let go of your hand.
“Thank you, though.” As you pronounced, Aegon looked back at the screen, almost as if he was suddenly ashamed of looking at you.
You tried to say something, but you just pressed your lips together, sealing them so they wouldn't utter a word. You turned around, and sat back on your chair. For a second you just stayed there, staring at the papers scattered around the desk, and thinking about that sudden gesture that was so odd coming from him.
You couldn't help but to ask yourself whether it was a good idea to have rejected his help, thinking that maybe this would push him away once again.
You were overthinking everything, as usual.
As you turned around, you noticed that Aegon was already with his eyes on you. Nervously, you cleared your throat.
“What?” He asked.
“Uh, what?” you repeated.
“What's wrong with you?”
“What do you mean?”
“You've been staring at your desk without moving for like a minute,” he explained. “Are you suffering a stroke or what?”
“No, I just- uh…”
“What?” he interrupted you.
“You're not mad at me, right?” The suddenness of the question made Aegon chuckle and think it was a joke, but after seeing your serious expression he realized you weren't actually kidding.
“Why would I- Listen, if I didn't get mad at you for seeing me naked, why would I get angry because of this?”
“Actually, you did get mad at me for it,” you murmured.
“Well, I'm not mad at you now, okay? Now chill out.”
“Alright, I'm so-”
“Don't apologize,” he stopped you before you could even finish. Then, he softly chuckled. “Why do you act like that?”
“Like what?”
“Weird.”
“To be honest, the first month here I thought you hated me,” you admit, “sometimes I still do, actually.”
“Nonsense,” he scoffed. “I wouldn't be your friend if I hated you, would I?”
“I'm your friend?” You repeated, widening your eyes with emotion.
Aegon looked at you weirded out, “of course you are, you dumbass. I saw you naked, we live together; I think I had no choice, actually.”
You smiled.
“Well, it's nice being your friend.”
“It is,” he agreed.
Baela suddenly opened the door in a scandalous way. You jumped in your seat, taking all your attention towards her; she wasn't drunk, but she was certainly a bit tipsy. Aegon immediately closed his computer and grabbed his now empty bowl of chips, standing up from your bed.
“Guess the party's over, so I'll go to my room now,” he announced. Some tiny part of you didn't want him to go just yet. You liked having his company. “Good night, y/n.”
“Good night, Aegon,” you sighed.
“Goodnight, Bella.”
“It's Baela,” she corrected him.
“Yeah, whatever.”
He left the room in a hurry as Baela rolled her eyes. Soon, she went to her backpack and took an oversized shirt she used as pajamas, all while staring at you with a subtle smirk on her face.
“What?” you asked.
“You need to tell me what's going on between you and him.” She removed her clothes and put on the shirt.
“What do you mean?”
“Don't play dumb,” she murmured as she went to the bed and laid beneath the covers. “Girl, you have bewitched the guy!”
“What? That's- that's nonsense.”
“Look at the floor, there's a path of his drool all the way from your bed to the door.”
“Baela, he's not- he doesn't do relationships.”
“Oh, but he would definitely do you, you know?” She said imitating your tone.
“Alright…” you muttered, rolling your eyes.
“You need to shoot your shot there, he's hot.” You felt the heat running to your cheeks, and of course she immediately noticed it. You hated that she knew you too well. “Oh my! You're blushing!”
“Baela, that's enough.”
“I can definitely sense a vibe there.”
“There's nothing vibing here.”
“Whatever you say.”
“Just go to sleep, okay?” you groaned, turning towards the desk.
“Goodnight, love,” she said. You could hear her smirk on her voice.
“Goodnight,” you simply said, sighing tiredly.
The thought of Aegon being into you was too far-fetched to be truthful. He had just started to see you as a friend, and even when he saw you naked he didn't try to make a move or make comments about it that would give you sogns of his attraction towards you. In fact, he was rather indifferent about it. On the other hand, even when a part of you thought of Aegon as someone handsome, he wasn't your type at all; too immature, perhaps, it would never work between you two.
You shook your head, weirded out with the mere idea of being thinking about it. At the end of the day, Aegon was just another of your friends… right?
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Blackwater XIX
Raiting: 18+
Warnings: well I said a couple of months ago that something was toxic… there’s a lil bit of non-con this time, so if someone of you is not ready, im sorry, is that chap.
A/N: this chapter wasn't very easy to write, but the next ones won't be either, let's wish each other good luck.
She had hoped to go somewhere else, but with problems piling up day after day doing so wasn't even an option. It was safer to stay south, where their reservation still acted as a natural stop to any external influence coming from across the border, plus Roman was in the area, though again not there with her, having yet another meeting with yet another person for yet another deal.
She hadn't been very happy about it at first, but had to admit at least to herself that maybe it was for the best. In town she had finally found something she could bring to Lisa to thank her and plus they were relatively close home, which meant they would be there before night and she could go to bed to recover a bit.
The stress caused by the situation did not help either her mood or body already affected by hormonal swings of a heat that Y/N prayed to postpone as long as possible. She wasn't sleeping well due to too many thoughts, she was losing her appetite, as well as the desire to go running and that afternoon she had another one of her waves of shivers which was trying to fight with some hot chocolate in an attempt to also replenish a sugars. She had bought Solo a coffee too, but he kept holding it in his hand without drinking, too busy glaring at anyone who dared come closer than necessary, that was not even so close.
- You didn't grow up here, did you? – she asked, interrupting silence between them once again, because they spent a lot of time together, but even if he seemed willing to talk with her, their conversations were never long.
He looked at her a bit confused, putting aside his perpetual serious face for a moment, coffee still in his hand.
- Jimmy said you came here after, like me – she explained, letting out an encouraging smile and he shook his head no.
- I grew up in the area, with my family.
Y/N let out a surprised oh, going back to twirling the straw in silence as they walked towards the suv.
From the stories she had thought he had come from out of state to help Roman, but she probably misunderstood. She hadn't spent much time with Solo's family, she had only seen them once actually and he didn't open up more than necessary, most of the time talking about what there was to do during the day, well she talked, he was more comfortable listening.
- Not with them. They were always together somewhere. – he added unexpectedly, perhaps not to make her uncomfortable with another silence or perhaps not to make her feel so out of place and Y/N smiled gratefully.
Y/N saw him nod slightly, as if satisfying her had satisfied him too.
She had never really thought about it, but there was an age gap between him and those three. Now he was a big boy with muscles and a menacing look, in those years he had probably just been a kid that them didn't want around. She couldn't imagine what it was like, Y/N hadn't had any brother or sister, she had grown up alone, but the half year spent with all of them before the chaos was enough for her to understand. Maybe he couldn't have tolerated them as a kid, always together already as pack leaving him at home and doing their own business, but now he was a man, it was different.
His family is broken.
- I'm sorry, Solo...
Standing next to the black suv, he looked at her, again confused by her reaction.
- We have to do what needs to be done.
- They're your brothers no matter what.
- I swore to the Tribal Chief. They did it too. – he said serious, his tone almost angry.
In packs like theirs, still tied to old laws and traditions, it was normal to have a relationship of deep respect with those at the top. Those were legacies that were now intertwined with a changed society but still subject to natural balances, such as the amendment on property rights between mates and social hierarchies for those who belonged to or were born from groups not commonly seen well. Y/N, with her omega smell, knew a lot about it and had had to deal with it there too in the first few months, but the prospect of an acknowledgment, oath, was new and something she hadn't heard.
She saw Solo open the door to let her in, his face less angry, but still solemn.
- You don't have to – he reassured her, mistaking her silence for concern, dark round eyes stopping too long lower, at the base between her neck and shoulder, where Y/N had tightened her jacket trying to send away the cold shivers – you already have his… smell.
Smell wasn't the word he wanted to say, but what Solo was referring to, she didn't have yet.
Our mark. His mark.
That too was an old legacy, dangerous in her case, but Y/N didn't have time to think too much about it by looking for her phone which in the meantime had notified of a message.
***
Paul was a smart man. Roman had chosen him as a wise man for that very reason. There was no one in the entire country more capable than him, no one who had his level of experience. He was a lawyer, an advisor, a connoisseur, he had political support, important acquaintances within the packs and outside, plus his family had practically adopted him when he was a boy, so he was not a stranger. The wise man was many things, but honest only when necessary and Roman had never had a problem with that kind of approach in their time together. He tolerated all sorts of expedient for his purpose, he had learned the hard way how much it cost to have feelings, but everything changed if those tricks helped something of which he was not made aware.
Because Roman knew from years and life lessons. Loyalty and trust were something he no longer expected, from anyone and certainly not from someone who had stayed afloat when everyone else drowned. Everyone could be a friend, everyone could be an enemy, his wolf now did no exception and all the whispers, phone calls and messages that kept Paul busy even when they were together were nothing but further proof of a picture that he knew. The wiseman acted driven by the feeling of ground crumbling beneath their feet, frightened by changes that his cousin and those dogs on the border threatened, by the possibility of a future that Roman would not allow as long as he was able to breathe. He loved the wise man, he could forgive him being a coward, pretending not to see, at least until he took a step too far.
- So? – he asked annoyed, almost making the phone fly out of his hand.
- Two weeks. Tomorrow both of you will exchange the sogi – he reported in a heavy voice, his shoulders low, his face frowning as if someone had just stepped on him after the news.
He didn't like the prospect of that fight, first of all because he was risking his head. Roman knew even without having to ask that he would play his cards to make things better and save everything, but for him the two weeks he had dealt were too much time and those plans useless. Fourteen days were the ritual time to provide what was necessary for families, so that both parties were ready for any outcome, but for him were just a useless wait. He wouldn't be the one to lose, he had no alternatives to plan unlike Jey, he just needed to have free way and get his hands on his cousin.
- About the stipulations, I was thinking- he advanced, trying to recover as much as possible.
- There are none.
- My Tribal Chief, if I may, considering what we are facing now, it would be better to leave a few more resources and perhaps-
- There will be no stipulations.
He had complied with stipulations, conditions for weeks, suffered weakness for months, the time for mercy was over. He had left many doors open for his cousins, he had tried everything and Jey however had gone where he shouldn't, disrespecting him to the point of contesting him with the Elders, they had gone too far and now there was only one way to put an end to it. The only acceptable stipulation was unconditional surrender, total humiliation, there was nothing else to talk about. Guts were needed to keep their family in line, his dad had reminded him of this and Roman was not willing to receive other reminders in the future, he was no longer a boy. Whatever happened next, he would handle it the way he handled everything, with a firm grip and without regard, he didn't need those two to do it. He was the alpha, he had control and winning cards to play against everyone.
- How much longer do we have to stay here? – he asked, tired of waiting, staring with annoyance at the watch on his wrist.
They had been in that office longer than he was willing to tolerate and he couldn't stand listening to the wise man calls or him typing messages anymore, he didn't have all day to waste signing a deal with the governor. He had to train, dedicate the next fourteen days focusing on the goal, not sitting bored in a chair waiting for a paper that should have already been ready the second he set foot in that building.
- I'm going to immediately check where Pearce has ended up, my… – the wise man snapped to attention, but he barely managed to turn to go towards the door – tribal… chief.
Roman smelled him before even moving his gaze to the man accompanying Pearce. He had no idea who he was, he didn't remember his face if they had ever met before, but he had a smell that he didn't like. He didn't like the smell of him, he didn't like the way was staring at him, he didn't like the attitude and he sure as hell didn't like that he came around when he had business to do.
We don't like him.
- Reigns.
Pearce greeted, already adjusting glasses on his nose, his expression stressed as always. Roman didn't even look at him, focused on observing the new arrival who was already taking place at the table without having been invited. Pearce had that same attitude in the past, a couple of years ago, until Roman had taken it away from him in his own way and since then had never reappeared. He almost wanted to do the same with that new guy.
- What’s this idea Mr. Pearce?! It was supposed to be a private meeting for private business! Very important business! It's unacceptable! – complained the wise man, standing up against that lack of respect.
- Our new neighbors have informed the governor of activities across the border. It seemed right to him to invite Mr. Aldis as a delegate to clarify before signing anything. He’s in charge of that area now.
That's what he was. Another puppet, another well-dressed small dude convinced to have power or a chance against him, thought he was worth something, that he could stand face to face with Roman, thanks to the talks of those idiots to whom his cousins had left the field free. They were becoming arrogant, stupidly brave, throwing in his face that he had lost his hold in the north and that now there were others there. They hadn't gone too far yet, keeping everything legal, moving with what they could to make their voices heard, their new influence known, but Roman was fine with those games as long as they didn't go beyond the limit. And the limit was his patience running out.
- Since you no longer have jurisdiction there and the upcoming Bloodline activities threaten the entire area, restrictions must be established for the future. Real restrictions Mr. Reigns that I will take care of enforcing and making clear to you. Without it, nothing new will be authorized. – the new dude, Aldis, announced, openly defying his influence, head held high and the wise man behind him jumped.
They wanted to authorize him.
- How dare you- he screamed, but Roman simply raised a finger to silence him, the other hand gripping the chair.
That tanned, smug face of him would have looked perfect smashed onto his table or on the floor, better under his foot.
They wanted to play the big game, gamble when he already had more important business to take care of. It was almost hilarious, almost because that little game would be short-lived. He would let them do it, for a while, until Jey got what he deserved since everything that was happening was his fault. That was what happened if they left their side exposed, if they allowed a pack of strays to smell weakness, it was the price to pay for a crack and the reason Roman would have no more second thoughts.
Elders were right, he had to focus, do what he had to do and what he had been chosen for. He couldn't afford any more weaknesses or they would become ready and able to bite his throat.
- Go ahead – he conceded, collecting himself.
He would get rid of them one by one, blood of his blood or not. Without mercy.
***
She had sought comfort between now cold sheets smelling of him, curling up her legs for extra warmth, keeping her eyes tighter to ward off thoughts ready to fill her mind, but hadn't made it and her she-wolf had found Roman through the link. She had sensed him immediately, probably because he wasn't shielding anything believing that she was still asleep and Y/N had snuck out to join him in the dim light of his home office.
Mate is not here with us.
He was sitting on the couch with a solitary lamp, his face serious, fingers running through the seeds of his necklace. He was physically there, but his head was somewhere else as happened too often now. In the house he always kept the ulafala in the case, but Y/N didn't need to ask to know why he was there staring at it when he was supposed to be resting by her side, in their bed. Paul had told her as soon as he received the news, keeping to their agreement or perhaps already seeking help and Y/N had finally given a deadline to the anxiety that was weighing on her.
Fourteen days of peace before chaos, before completely crumbling what was left of the family, but in a few hours it would truly become inevitable. Or it was probably already late judging by Roman's face.
- Will you have to wear it? – she asked in a whisper, entering the room almost on tiptoe.
He hadn't told her anything about how the meeting would take place nor had he added anything about the fight, but she couldn't blame him. She had promised to stand by him, to defend him, yet she hadn't reacted well to his drastic change of plans and he didn't seem to really understand why she hadn't accepted it. What had happened was serious, but what could happened next would be even worse. Standing, she watched him keep his gaze fixed on the symbol of sacrifices, of his role and pains without turning to look at her and she too observed it, perhaps expecting a revelation.
Red for power, seeds for the rebirth of the dynasty.
She knew the value and pride behind that object, Roman had told Y/N all the stories about the ulafala, but no matter how hard she tried in her eyes it was only a necklace left weighing him down. It should have given him strength, conveyed his strength, represented the family future and instead he found himself fighting to keep it around his neck, to keep what he had gained after an argument born from unpleasant circumstances and degenerated due to old grudges.
- I earned it, represents me – she heard him reply, because in his mind it was the only thought.
She felt it, she knew it. He felt his efforts, sacrifices threatened and they were, but Y/N still felt like it wasn't Jey or Jimmy who was the real danger. At least not initially, now everything was a danger, even the elders who were supposed to accompany and advise him. Them all had fallen into a trap were building with their own hands and she couldn't resign herself to the sight of that disaster.
He's not just that for us.
- You don't need it – she reminded him, stopping looking at the ulafala to focus on him.
She saw him inspire with frustration, felt annoyance pass through him at the mere idea of continuing that conversation, his eyes far from hers.
- Go back to bed Y/N.
- Come with me then, is not mornin yet – she insisted, refusing to give up.
They had different opinions, different approaches, it had always been like that and perhaps it would never change, but they were on the same side. She didn't want to go back to their room if he wasn't there, didn't want to sleep if he wasn't there, she had been alone for too long to throw away moments, to wait two weeks to pass and then hope to go back to what they had before. She trusted Roman, she had never trusted anyone like him, but it wasn't going to end up with Jey and Y/N was honestly afraid of the aftermath he talked about. The threats were different, without blood ties and were just waiting the right moment to attack him, they wanted to get him out of the way and take everything, not just his role. No one can get rid of a weed without pulling out its roots. It had already happened with her family and now can happen again because he was focused just on what was in front of him. But she couldn't wait for the inevitable, it wasn't in her nature to do what she had to do or what he wanted, she existed to do what he couldn't.
She saw him stay silent, sign he had no intention of moving. So she stood in front of him, slipping the ulafala from his fingers without asking. That move finally forced him to raise his head, trying to understand what was happening, while she carefully placed it back in the case where he kept it and then went back to the couch. She listened him breathe heavily, scratch his dark beard with a grimace, and she sat down on his lap to take up the entire view.
- Ain't doing this talk once more – he stopped her soon, shaking his head.
- Not even if im the one asking? – she tried, seeing him immediately clench his jaw.
- Im doing it for you, for us, all! I told you and you said we were on the same side, now what?!
- I'm not taking anything back. I'm just worried it’s already too much – she confessed, not really knowing how else to explain the feeling in her.
Maybe she was giving in to the hormones, anxiety, or maybe was the fact she hadn't cared about others in years like she did now for him, but it was all happening so fast and whether Roman was ready to admit it or not, he was losing control and not facing things with a right mindset. Those outbursts of anger, the way he turned against everyone, judgments, drastic solutions, he was getting carried away by the desire for revenge and his justice. He kept saying he was doing it for them, for their future and instead seemed like a pretext to rush towards other problems. They didn't need acknowlegment, a border to build anything, they were fine, everything worked when it was just them, together. They had never been happier than in the time spent getting to know each other, digging their bond out of the dust and strengthening it. Life certainly couldn't be made up only of moments like those, dates and runs in the woods, but things could certainly have been different.
- Whatever it takes, doesn't matter, at all – he announced, almost exasperated by having to explain, by having to hear, his gaze so confident and Y/N stared at him for a moment without being able to say anything else.
Whatever it takes, he said.
The prospect of those sacrifices and ease which he said he wanted to face them would torment was heavy, but as she had sadly learned to do growing up, she hid all the worry in the back of her mind.
He didn't listen or maybe he didn't want to.
So Y/N simply moved closer, challenging his growing temper, to seek some warmth and his lips in an uncertain kiss. Saw him look at her almost suspiciously for her reaction, studying before reciprocate the kiss and sliding his hands down her thighs. Close, felt their breaths slowly mix in the silence of the dark house and that warmth she had found too late, growing from the most vulnerable part to her chest begging for comfort.
- You matter to me – she reminded him in a heated murmur, forehead resting on him, swollen lips touching, eyes burning for something that went beyond words.
She didn't really care about anything else. They could have been anywhere, surrounded by anyone or in utter desolation and Y/N would still have searched for those eyes. They were her firm point, he was her person. The thought of it terrified her, but she was done fighting and pretending. Roman was everything for her, she had nothing else anymore and she wanted, hoped... he would understand that for that exact reason they couldn't give in. They had to stay together, as a pack, mates.
She saw his gaze lingering on her lips, rising then to meet her eyes, two brown pools now dark in the dim light of the room. Felt his fingers gripping her hips, digging into soft flesh with possession, domineering and lust, marking her skin to claim and force her where she already was.
- Then you gonna be there with me, as you should – he demanded, resolute and despite fighting with everything her head suggested, Y/N nodded to please him again, letting Roman finally crash his mouth against her, satisfied.
They would find a way, they would find a solution even if it seemed difficult, they could do it together, but in that moment Y/N just needed to feel him close, just for her, far from all the noise and problems that awaited them out. They could give themselves that moment of rest, cherish it and Y/N rocked on him, moaning into his hot mouth as their bodies inexorably warmed up. His tongue was insatiable, ready to devour and intoxicate her with his good taste, thrown into a fight that she didn't even dare win. She preferred to let him have control in those moments, while her fingers made their way through dark soft locks, scratching the back of his strong neck to once again elicit that raw growl that vibrated through his broad chest into her bones. Felt his hands slide deeper, grasping her ass, encouraging Y/N to move her hips, pushing on his boner which was quickly answering to juices already wetting his pants.
She had stopped wearing panties when they went to bed a while ago and now was even grateful. She would bear nothing but the feeling of his hard body against her, pressure building like a blessed torture as he guided her growling for her to ride him shamelessly. Y/N had been trying to slow down and control herself for months now, so as not to give in to the heat of their bond, stay with feet on the ground and mind clear now that everything was falling apart, but it was an inexorable descent faster every time Roman touched her. She clung to him, feeling one of his hands travel up under her shirt to roughly grab one of her breasts, his calloused palm rubbing her sensitive nipple making her squirm. Her body had always been hyper-reactive to his attentions, but now she had fallen into a spiral with no exit. Y/N yearned him like a castaway for salvation and in moments like that the need mixed with something more, something that Y/N had never felt for anyone else and her she-wolf fought to make her whisper.
Tell him. We need him. Our mate. Tell him.
- My pussy wet as fuck hm? You need me, don't you? – he said voice like velvet, breaking their kiss and motioning for her to raise herself just enough to sink easily into her cunt – Ima fill you up good, babygirl… don't worry. Aint going nowhere and you'll be stuck with me.
The heat caused by his intrusion had already forced Y/N to open her mouth without being able to speak back, but the sudden thrust of his hips quickly accelerating to pound her almost made her cry. Hands tightened on his shoulders, eyes narrowing with each thrust and then opening as the wave of heat rose from her belly, sending her entire body into flames. Bouncing on his lap, she felt Roman moving his hand from her breast to give her a sharp slap on her ass, he did it one more time drawing a moan and then move up to her throat, to squeeze it just enough to bring tears to her eyes. Quickening the pace, in the frenzy of their moment, Y/N began to confuse the her own pounding heart with the slick sound of bodies slamming together. Her mind becomes more clouded by the second, ears filled with Roman's growls and threatening promises like dark spells ready to tear her soul and climax away. Confused between pleasure and desperation, she held him to her as he held her by the throat, twitches of her wet center uncontrolled amidst the panting of both of them that grew angrier. Room around flashed, throbbing like folds around his cock, impregnated with smell of their bodies, air charged and heavy, saturated with sweat and lust, with a mix of their smells.
They were racing with no intention of slowing down, as if the only goal was to consume, melt and crumble thanks to the other one. Y/N end came sudden and violent between a sloppy kiss and a particularly insistent push on that soft point on which Roman loved to rage without any mercy, fast, powerful, in a strangled moan that made her bare feet tingle, rising in an electric discharge up her legs to a sweaty body, chest begging and hot face. She closed her eyes, grabbing Roman's arm for her life, throwing her head back and then immediately hiding her face on his shoulder because he wasn't slowing down, he wasn't even giving her a moment to breath and she had already went over her limit. Heat kept growing and shake her, causing Y/N to lose all contact with her surroundings, ears ringing as if she had been underwater, body still crying out for more while Roman pounded furiously. Stunned, she stood abandoned in his arms, letting him have his way as he wanted, until something made her eyes widen, pushing her to gasp.
- R-Ro- she tried, because his hand had somehow left her throat, to grab Y/N by the back of her neck and tilt her head to the side.
He was holding her by her curls, beard scratching her hot neck, tongue ready to lick away sweat from her sweet pulsing weak spot to prepare it.
- Easy, stay still – his breath against her skin, so close, pushed Y/N to stiffen as much as his words – I'll be gentle, ssh…
Roman had never pushed, he had never held her like he was doing at that moment and feeling his teeth on her flesh sharper than usual, Y/N wriggled away.
- Don't - she tried again, feeling him tighten his grip, slowing down his thrusts, another hand moving to her wrist.
Why he was acting like that?
- Don't panic, its me – he reassured her, words heavy, attitude raising for her reaction and she planted her feet, her only free hand tapping on his bare chest.
It was him, Roman? Was it really him that one? Suddenly Y/N wasn't so sure and ignoring her wolf pleas, confused between the sense of discomfort and desire to give in, she pushed again to put some space between them.
- Y/N
- No, not like this! – she wailed and when finally managed to slide away from his legs, Y/N saw him jump up with a growl.
The crash of the coffee table froze her on the couch, eyes wide as she watched him pant in anger with clenched fists, body stiff. Still dirty for their moment, but with her mind completely clear now, she watched him stand there trying to regain control in a heavy silence she hadn't felt between them in a while. Roman rubbed his face, rolling his large shoulders, rocking his head and even though she was shaken, something in Y/N's chest tightened following the imperceptible direction of his gaze across the room, where she had put the ulafala away.
Did he want to mark her to prove a point? To have full control in order to not go through what had happened with his family? It was that?
Mate…
She moved her eyes to his hand, the one would have grabbed to calm him, to bring him back to there with her, the one she always found on herself for any reason even the stupidest, the one Y/N had learned to want, but a second too long passed and her hesitation was enough for Roman to quickly settle down, deciding to walk out of the room without a word to leave her again.
***
Uncle Afa was a man bent by age and illness now. When him and his dad stopped traveling around the country, he opened a gym in a recreation center on the eastern outskirts of the city where family had settled. He only trained their people at that time, city folks didn't want to set foot among savages, but his uncle ignored comments like his dad, dedicating himself heart and soul to the pack. Roman remembered going into that place the last time when he was sixteen, probably with the twins, to put on muscles that had grown bigger on their own later and fill his stomach always asking for more. The gym was different now from then, it was larger, it had incorporated buildings next door and it wasn't dusty at all. There was a sign, clean walls full of photos and articles, in the central one there was also him, right at the top.
They had organized the meeting there to have a neutral place, a place that represented everyone, a symbol of the pack values as the Elders demanded. Yet sitting at the head of the table in the gym hall, with the attention of many of his blood just beyond the threshold, Roman kept undaunted watching that perfectly framed photo at the top of the wall. He was there to talk, ready to prove his worth even if it was thanks to him that that picture had a wall to still be on, if that gym existed after his uncle's family had spent almost everything to pay the national healthcare system, if the next generations would have a place to go or eat like he did. He acknowledged his family efforts, but all of them would have been still in that dusty past of mediocrity if Roman had not taken everything into his own hands knowing he was more than what the world saw.
- Don't try, don’t think about it, I wouldn't do it if I was in your place - he heard Jimmy warn, blocking the wise man from trying to come forward to break the silence of their meeting that had already started a few minutes ago without a word.
Roman heard him clear his throat anyway, but payed no attention until Jey, the only one sitting besides him and Y/N, decided to cut it short.
- I don't have any piece of paper with me – he announced, rubbing his hands on his legs.
Roman eyed him silently, slowly tilting his head and Jey shifted in his seat, face so serious as he settled himself better to speak.
He could broaden his shoulders and give himself as much tone as he wanted, but he would never be on his level, he would never be like him and it was evident. That meeting was ridiculous, disrespectful even.
- It's just between us for me. Families have nothing to do with it – he explained, quickly nodding to whoever was outside the door – Same for Solo, he's my brother... and Y/N, she's family too. He disappears with you though and won't set foot in the packland again as long as I'm here. – he concluded, pointing to the wise man who didn't even manage to mutter his disappointment before Roman burst out laughing.
He’s crazy and dumb.
His hoarse laugh echoed throughout the entire empty hall and he didn't bother to hide it or hold back, simply running a hand over his beard to regain control only after a while. With the entire family's eyes on him, he knocked the table with his hand, eyeing his cousin once more.
Jey. The little soldier Jey. Roman had tried to keep him close, to teach him how things worked, because he loved him and still he didn’t get it. Not a single thing. Anything at all.
He persisted with his speeches even a few days before the moment which Roman would have removed him from the family, putting everything on the table to play the good pup. He wanted the title, he wanted to chase him away, but he was willing to vouch for his family anyway, for Solo who had kicked him and even Y/N… as if there was only one scenario out of all the ones imaginable in which Roman would have left her if not as a deadman or it would have allowed him to realize the ideas he had in his dumb head. He still thought the problem was him or the advice the wise man had given him to stay on top, he thought he could keep his hands clean, not involve anyone and he didn't understand that the situation they were in already, was the exact reason for which he would never have survived in Roman’s place.
- You're wasting my time – he said, giving him an annoyed smile.
Jey didn't reply, cashing in without even a nod. He was good at cashing in, Roman acknowledged it, it was his talent, perhaps his only one, but it still wouldn't have been enough against him. He might be determined and willing to fight him one more time, but it would be no use. Roman had no limits and had learned over the years and blows what was needed to kept the role he had.
- Whoever will standing at the end decides, tha’s the deal, the stipulation. There's nothing else to say – he established, tone suddenly deadly heavy.
There was nothing he wasn't willing to do or lose to keep what was his.
He saw Jey nod, imitate him and stand up and in the silence of the room leave the table to join him. Face to face to each other, he stared at his reflection in his cousin's dark eyes, the ulafala still around his neck as it was in the photo of him on the wall and as it always would be. He squeezed Jey forearm and allowed that even if the bond between them no longer existed, their wolves shared a final breath.
Blood of my blood. Brother. Traitor.
When the air left his lungs again to fill them with the stale smell of the center, Roman let go without hesitation, Jey imitating him in a perfect mirror. However, was he who turned his back on his cousin this time to go away first, ignoring the wise man's sad look and those of the rest of the family outside waiting. Y/N who had been on the sidelines the entire time, unexpectedly joined him, her back straight and face betraying nothing as she took her place next to him. Roman didn't comment, there was nothing to say.
Two weeks and he would have control again. Only two weeks before moving on.
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First Kiss (Ch.2/2) (18+ Fic)
Pairing(s): Rhea Ripley/Fem. Reader
Summary: Rhea and Reader are an on-screen couple. So of course, Reader "jokingly" offers to “practice" their kissing for if the necessity arises.
Tags/TWs: first kiss, angst, fluff, implied sex, onscreen relationship turns very real.
Chapter Word Count: 1,349
Prev. Chapter
It didn’t take long for the waters between Rhea and I to get murky.
It seems as if the second we started “practicing”, we never stopped.
Rhea was addicting.
Because we were on the road so much, we were practically in each other’s pockets, riding together pretty much everywhere unless I and The Judgment Day were split up for specific media days, we were roomed together.
On most days we stayed in our hotel room, catching on much needed sleep, talking til all hours of the night when we couldn’t get to sleep… sometimes doing much more than kissing and… and I wasn’t sure what we were anymore.
And I don’t think she was either.
Our storyline progressed and we were told on many occasions that the powers that be were seriously considering keeping me on as her on-screen girlfriend due to our amazing chemistry.
By the third month, the deal was sealed.
But it seemed like we couldn’t turn that chemistry off as much as we thought we could.
We were even beginning to get questions from our mutual friends in the locker room, asking us if there was anything going on between and for some reason, neither of us knew how to answer that.
The answer in and of itself seemed simple.
‘No. There’s absolutely nothing going on.’
And that’s that.
But of course, nothing’s ever that simple.
Especially not us.
~~
As soon as we arrived back at the hotel after a particularly long day of media, Rhea and I made a beeline for the shower, quickly stripping off our clothes and climbing in.
In what had become a habit now, I let Rhea take the small white towel and lather it with body wash and I let out a loud sigh of contentment as she meticulously washed my back before I did the same for her.
Truth be told it was just an excuse to have our hands on one another as if we didn’t just spend hours with each other.
But still, we knew it wasn’t the same.
Whatever was happening between us, and as not-so-subtle as were being in everyone else’s eyes, this was our time.
Our time away from prying eyes and questioning mouths.
I closed my eyes as Rhea pressed soft and gentle kisses on my shoulders and on my neck before she slowly lathered those areas with soap.
“…I love you.” I sighed.
As soon as Rhea’s soothing circles over my back came to a screeching halt, my eyes shot open as I registered what I had just blurted out so carelessly.
In the back of my mind I knew that I was falling hard for Rhea.
Hell, if I really thought about it, the second our lips touched the first time in the hallway just nearby Hunter’s office, I knew.
But I hadn’t planned on just blurting it out like that.
Fuck…
“What?” I heard Rhea ask from behind me.
As I felt her pull away from me I wanted to follow her movements, bring her closer.
I always needed her closer…
I could tell right off the bat that I had fucked things up and I wasn’t prepared for the gnawing fear in my chest.
Fear of never getting to hold her again.
Kiss her.
Laugh with her…
As I slowly turned to face her and away from the spray of the showerhead, my heart sank at her wide eyed expression.
I could’ve taken the words back.
Played them off as a joke.
Blamed it on how good it felt to practically get a back massage after such a long day.
But as I looked at Rhea’s wide-eyed stare… I didn’t want to.
I suddenly felt exhausted yet relieved at the same time to have finally put words into what I had been feeling for months now and to have finally voiced those words out loud.
“I said, I love you.” I repeated bravely, despite the way my heart shattered the further she stepped back.
My heart felt like it had been put through a meat grinder the longer the seconds ticked by and Rhea still didn’t say a word.
Robotically, I finished up my shower as fast as I could and I left her to finish hers.
As I finished up getting dressed into to some blue pj’s with tiny golden stars on them, I heard the shower stop and the lightswitch flick before Rhea stepped out of the bathroom and into my line of vision.
She seemed frazzled as she too got dressed in more comfortable clothes, slipping on a black sports bra along with some black sweatpants.
Like I had just tipped her whole entire world upside down and she had no idea what to do.
Well, that made two of us.
Because now that my feelings were out in the open, I had no idea what to do either.
Did I leave and room with someone else?
Would we just try to stick it out as if I had never said anything?
But watching her stand a few feet away from me, I knew there was no ignoring this.
“We said this wasn’t going to be anything serious…” Rhea finally spoke and my eyes flashed to her.
“You said that.” I replied.
“You agreed.” Rhea shot back and I was taken aback by her flippant tone.
Up til now things had been incredibly easy going between us.
We had fun.
We never so much as bickered.
“Maybe so. Maybe I shouldn’t have made a promise I clearly couldn’t keep… this whole arrangement was just stupid.” I said, shrugging my shoulders as I turned back to my luggage, suddenly making the decision to leave and room with any other one of my friends in the locker room who could take me in.
“… Was it?” Rhea said, the flippant tone gone and replaced with something softer.
Tentative hope.
At her words my eyes shot back to her, surprise evident on my features.
“Huh?” I asked stupidly and my heart pounded as she slowly came closer.
I held on for dear life Rhea slipped her hand into mine, not quite believing what I was seeing and hearing.
“Was it stupid, really?” She responded. “Look, I uh… I love you too.” She said, squeezing my fingers tips as if she expected me to pull away.
“This… thing we started.. it…” Rhea huffed in frustration as she searched for the right words to say. “I’m sorry if I made it seem like I was pissed off for telling me how you felt. I was just… I was just shocked that you said it. Wasn’t expecting at all.” She chuckled and blushed bashfully, making me smile and slowly pull her against me.
“It’s okay. So? What do we do now?” I asked shyly, smiling wider as Rhea leaned down to kiss my forehead then my lips.
“Mm,” she purred, kissing me a few more times and making me giggle before she seemed to remember that we were mid conversation.
“Now, we take a nap.” She said, smirking as she backed me onto the bed until I flopped back onto it and she lay on top of me, tangling one of her legs over my hip after we got more comfortable.
“And then?” I asked again.
“… Do you wanna tell people that we’re dating?” She asked instead and I stiffened in surprise.
“Are we?” I exclaimed and Rhea lifted her head off my chest to look at me in amusement.
“Babe, we just said ‘I love you’. Of course we’re dating.” She laughed. “So?.. We don’t have to post about it or anything. I know how much you like your privacy and that’s fine. We could just tell our closest friends.” She shrugged before she snuggled back into the crook of my neck and practically melted as I rubbed her back.
I swore that she turns into a pliant cat whenever it was just us and it was absolutely adorable.
“I don’t mind telling our close friends.” I responded.
“Fine by me… now sleep.” she growled playfully…
~The End~
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Another Update
Hello Friends,
I have a rather long (but optimistic!) update to share with you all today. As many of you are probably tired of reading these kind of posts, I have a TL;DR here, but I did want to share what has been on my mind in that past half-year that I haven't been here.
It has been rough, and busy as always, but I think I'm finally facing myself and my project for the first time in a very long time.
TL;DR (it's actually long, I have a lot to say (*_ _)人)
I soul-searched and decided to stop compromising on my own feelings with regards to this project. I gave in to everything I wanted to do.
Plot changes, which means some character changes, which means some of the demo is outdated.
GotRM will be switching over to Twine.
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OH MAN DID I SUFFER THE LAST FEW MONTHS
After my previous update, I hunkered down and really analyzed how I wanted to proceed with GotRM as a project. Because even prior to that post, I had already been going through long periods of hiatuses (which you are all aware of), and while I didn't lie about school taking up my time, I was also harboring a growing dissatisfaction with my own writing that really killed my progress for a long time.
So after everything had settled, I sat down and forced myself to peel apart my work. I know I said I would answer asks, but I uninstalled all of my social media and put aside this blog to focus. I made a note of all the things I liked and didn't like, and I made a list of things I wanted to change or improve on. The biggest point was that I also looked at my efficiency during actual writing sessions: how much of my time was spent writing vs. fighting with code? How could I change that?
And after a lot of deliberation, I figured there were a few things I had to change from the ground up, summed up in four points:
My working style was super incompatible with grad school. I can't spend 20-30 minutes scrolling up and down CSIDE checking code or looking for narratives while also jumping between chapters to make sure events line up. As this story grows, the more difficult it becomes to keep track of all the branches, so I needed an alternative working method, which I am adhering to now, and it prioritizes efficiency.
I hated the way I was tracking and coding stats in-game. I have griped so much about coding stats, and I have adhered to such a rigid style that I really felt trapped whenever I was confronted with balancing them out. So I'm throwing that to the wind and redoing how I utilize and convey them. Player-side, this decision doesn't change much since I never fully utilized stats in the demo anyway, and the stats page with indicators will still exist, but I'm getting rid of stat bars and how I treat stat checks.
The story I want to write now is different from the one I started out with. I've known for a while that GotRM was becoming far more than the tiny, wishful novella that I wrote as a teenager. I held onto that old story for a long time, but there's just so much I want to change that I realized I'd been clinging to a story I no longer enjoyed writing. So I spent the majority of the last few months rewriting GotRM from scratch. I redid some worldbuilding, I changed a lot of plot points, and I fixed a lot of characters' backstories accordingly. This meant scrapping stuff from even the demo, but that turned out to not be the biggest issue because:
I wanted to branch away from ChoiceScript. Honestly, I never really cared about getting officially published, but the camaraderie in the forums and on Tumblr were why I committed to CS and CoG. However, ultimately, I really want the functionality that other tools can offer GotRM, and so after a long internal debate, I will be switching over to Twine. Fortunately, since I was rewriting everything anyways, this has been relatively painless, and passage mapping has made everything so much neater. I am trying my best to make it up to chapter 2 before I release the new demo, so please look forwards to that!
And so yes, I am still here, chugging along.
I love this game and this story: it's been my creative escape for as long as I could remember, and you can imagine how frustrated I was when I realized I was starting to dread working on it.
I am forever learning more about myself and my writing style, and this is simply more of that journey. Thank you everyone for sticking around, for joining the discord, and for checking up on me--that I have all of you has truly been a dream.
Hopefully more updates to come soon! I understand that there may be questions about these new changes, so please ask away! I will (try) to release some asks that I've been working on in the drafts too, but I will wait until at least tomorrow to release them so that this post doesn't get drowned out immediately.
And as always, with a lot of love,
FriendlyBowlofSoup (Mei)
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The King's Men - Chapter Fourteen
Day: Sunday, March 10th / 11th*
Time: 10:05 AM EST
Neil finally risks a look down at his arm. His skin is striped with
parallel lines that are black from bloody scabs but not quite deep enough to need stitches. Lola had filled the gaps between them with shallow burns, perfect circles leading from his elbow to an inch shy of his wrist. He'd torn his wrists open on the handcuffs in a way that can't yet scab; the skin is carved out in a shallow line along the scars Riko had given him a few months ago. Dark bruises make a thick band around his wrist and stretches up onto his thumb. His knuckles are burnt so badly Neil has to flex his
fingers and make sure they work.
For a half-second he is back in that car with Lola's knife on his skin and nowhere to go but six feet under. Neil doesn't know what sound he makes but Andrew's fingers are a sudden and unforgiving weight on the back of his neck. Andrew pushes him forward and holds him down. Neil tries to breathe but his chest is as tight as a rubber band ready to snap.
"It's over," Abby says as she gently combs her fingers through his hair. "It's over. You're going to be okay. We've got you."
Neil breathes, in-out-in-out, too shallow to reach his lungs, too fast to do him any good. He flexes his fingers again, then clenches them, knowing he is splitting the scabs open, knowing he is pulling at burned flesh trying so hard to heal, but needing to know he still has a grip. He needs to know that his father and Riko have both lost, that he can walk away from this and step back onto the court as Neil Josten. For a moment that single- mindedness is enough to startle a bit of clarity into him, and Neil is desperately grateful he doesn't have the breath to laugh. He knew how panicked it would sound.
"Stop it," Andrew says, like it is really that simple.
It isn't, but Neil's tangled mix of anger and exasperation is enough to put a hiccup in his gasping. That catch disrupts the frantic pace enough that Neil manages a real breath. He sucks in a second one as deep as he can, then a third as slowly as he can stomach it. His insides are still quaking by the time he gets a sixth, but he is off that ledge and safe in their hands and Neil doesn't care if he feels two seconds from getting violently ill. He goes limp and lets Andrew pull him back upright. Looking at him
is safer than facing the damage again, so Neil studies Andrew's profile and lets Abby work.
Art used with permission by Rainbowd00dles. Thank you @rainbowd00dles!
*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.
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I Really, Really Wanna Love You (But I can't say the word I want to, cause they won’t play it on the radio)
Part 3 of Sometimes All You Need (A Getaway Car)
Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader
Description: You've been dating Jake Seresin for three months and while they've been fantastic, you can't help feeling a bit unsatisfied with how intimate you are with each other. Jake's the consummate gentleman, always opening the door for you, pulling your chair out, and walking you places with his hand at the small of your back. And the kisses? The kisses make you weak, literally, at the knees. But he always stops you before it can get any further. When he asks you to put on something special for a fancy dinner, you plot to get him exactly where you want him; in your bed and in your arms, all night long.
Disclaimer: Insecurities on the part of Gorgeous Girl, Miscommunication, Smut, Blow Jobs, P-in-V Sex, Smut,
Warnings: afab!reader
Word Count: 6063
A/N: This is the third chapter to Sometimes All You Need (A Getaway Car). It picks up three months after Gorgeous Girl and Jake first meet and have their first date together. This is officially when we make the jump from kissing to smut, so I'm going to say it once again. MINORS DNI. ANY BLANK OR AGELESS BLOGS INTERACTING WITH THIS BLOG WILL BE BLOCKED. 18+ ONLY. This chapter is a lot of smut with some plot involved. There is some mis-communication going on between Jake and GG, but as expected from the sweetest, sexiest man in existence he makes it all better.
This chapter is sponsored by the song LOVE U by Monsta X (who I pull the title from) and Glen Powell in the black-on-black suit he wore for one of the Devotion Premiere events late last year. He's honestly the best muse a girl could ask for.
I have a billion kisses for the amazing @pumpkinfairybun, my bestie and loml for proofreading 6k of smut for me!
AO3: Cross-posted here!
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You’ve officially been dating Jake Seresin for three months, and they’ve been fantastic, except for one thing. He’s the consummate gentleman who’s always opening the door for you, pulling your chair out, and walking you places with his hand at the small of your back. And the kisses? The kisses make you weak, literally, at the knees. But he always stops you before it can get any further. You’ve had to work your way up to touch his bare chest, and the only time you managed that was when you were out on the beach, and he hefted you up to throw you in the water. You had clutched at him as he swooped you into the cool ocean water in the heat of a typical San Diego summer and squealed when a wave had nearly swept your feet out from under you. He’d pulled you against his chest, kissing you as the wave dissipated before setting you down on your feet. That had been your fourth date, a picnic on the beach complete with sunscreen, swimsuits, and sunglasses.
You had been on many dates after that, and each night you’d ended up alone in your bed, fingers furiously working at your clit while wishing he was there with you, that it was his hands and mouth getting you off. You’d dropped all of the hints. Inviting Jake in for coffee had worked to get him as far as the sofa in your living room. Make-out sessions resulted in you in his lap, moaning into his mouth while trying desperately to get his hands under your top, dress, or skirt, all to no avail. He always stopped you, carefully pushing you away from the tent in his pants while his eyes darkened with arousal. He wanted you, and he couldn’t hide that from you. But he refused to do anything about it. And you had finally had enough. You wanted Jake Seresin in every way possible, and you’d go to any means to get him exactly how you wanted him, too.
He’d told you to wear something fancy for a dinner date, and that was when you’d begun plotting. You started by shopping with Callie and her new girlfriend, another aviator in the squadron, Natasha. They were both the sexiest women you knew and exuded sex appeal even while surrounded by men all day long. Thanks to Callie, Natasha also knew every salacious detail, or lack thereof, about your relationship with Jake. She also had the benefit of knowing Jake through her career with the Navy as well. So as far as you were concerned, you had an inside woman into ways to make Jake drool. Or at least, that was your rationale a few days before your date when you met Callie and Natasha at a boutique downtown to shop for your dress, lingerie, and shoes. Lingerie shopping was about as you expected. You must have tried on a dozen different sets and then stood shivering in the shop A/C, half-naked, twirling inanely in circles as Callie and Nat, as she’d asked you to call her, analyzed each set. They’d vetoed each set you’d tried on in your size, and you were starting to get frustrated. At least until Callie had tossed you one final set over the top of the fitting room door.
It was a strappy, black lace push-up bra and lacy panties. They felt buttery soft on your skin, and you looked and felt amazing in them. When you walked out, the wolf whistles you got from Callie and Nat sealed the decision. Even the price tag didn’t detract from your choice. The tiny little bag holding your purchase made you smile as you picked out the perfect dress and shoes. Nat and Callie also talked you into getting your hair and nails done. So you were primped, primed, and shaved all over on the night you hoped would be the date. You do your hair first, sticking with simple curls that glisten in the light, followed by natural makeup. You then carefully slip into the lingerie, pulling at it until it lays perfectly flat against your skin. You look incredible if you do say so yourself. The shoes make your legs look miles long, and you’ve just slipped into the dress and zipped it up halfway when the doorbell rings. You carefully step down the stairs in the sky-high heels you’d picked and open the door to Jake, looking the most handsome you’ve seen him yet in fitted black slacks, a crisp black button-down shirt, and a blazer. He is coiffed without a hair out of place, and a polished watch gleams on his wrist.
“Hi, Jake!” you’re smiling as you gesture to him to come in. “Give me two minutes to put on my lipstick and grab my clutch and jacket, as well as a hand zipping up this dress, and I’m ready to go.”
“Sure, beautiful,” he’s smiling too, that soft grin he only uses with you as you turn to grab your clutch and slip your phone into it. What you aren’t expecting as you face the small table in your foyer is the hands carefully pushing your hair over your shoulder. They linger on your skin, sending trails of heat over you as they smooth over the lacy garments under the dress.
“Fuck, gorgeous,��� he’s groaning, hands hot against your skin, eyes darkening in the mirror in your foyer as he looms over you.
“What’s this little thing you’re wearing under this dress?”
You shrug with a mischievous grin as you stare into his eyes in the reflection. “It could be lingerie. I guess you’ll have to find out.”
Now it’s your turn to gasp as he presses a kiss against the base of your neck while zipping the dress up. You can feel his smile against your skin as he kisses you in the same spot again. You turn in his arms and peck his lips, purposefully keeping the press of lips chaste.
“Dinner? I’m ready to go if you are Jake!” You’re grinning at the betrayed look on his face as you step away, pursing your lips in the mirror as you swipe your preferred burgundy shade on, and shrug on your jacket.
“Dinner, gorgeous girl.” His eyes promise something special after dinner, which is what you want.
You’re laughing and chatting happily with him as he opens the door to his truck and helps you into the passenger seat. The only indication that he’s still keyed up from the glimpse of your lingerie is the hand on your bare thigh through the slit of your dress, achingly close to where you want him but not quite there. His chivalrous mask is cracking already, and you cannot wait to see what happens when it finally crumbles off.
Jake’s managed to get reservations at Nobu, and you’re impressed by his chopstick etiquette as you both enjoy the sumptuous omakase meal. Partway through the meal, with a sip of sake, you push the game's stakes higher and slide your heel up his thigh. He nearly chokes on his sake as you teasingly massage his cock with your foot. You’re pleased to see the heat in his eyes. But you’re more insulted at the feeling of his hand on your foot, stopping you and carefully setting your foot back down. You can feel your smile flagging, chest aching at the thought of all the effort you’d made to make him want you like you wanted him. That one action dampens the mood for the rest of the meal, and though you’re trying to smile at him and participate in the conversation, you’re sure he can tell how frustrated and stupid you feel. It isn’t until Jake has paid, for once without your protests, and you’re back in the truck, that the tension boils over.
“Jake?” Your voice is calm, calmer than you expected when you start talking. “At dinner, when I tried to play footsie with you, did I do something wrong?” You can feel your voice quivering as you continue.
“I wanted to show you that I want you. I love that you’re a gentleman, but I also want you to desire me. I’ve wanted you to desire me for a long time now!” You’re sniffling, trying to keep from sobbing completely.
“And it hurts so badly that you push me away when we start to get intimate. I bought lingerie for you! I shaved everything, bought this dress and these heels, all for you, and it’s still not enough! When will I be enough for you? Will I ever be enough for you?”
It’s silent in the car. You’re blinking back tears while staring out the window. Even the radio isn’t on to punctuate the hush. You glance sideways every once in a while to see his eyes only on the road. His jaw is clenched on another one of his toothpicks, knuckles white against the steering wheel, biceps bulging in the fitted blazer as he continues to drive you home. This is the end of this relationship, the best one you’ve ever had. And you tanked it by being too horny, too needy. He’s livid, and you can tell. He pulls the truck into your driveway, exits, and yanks your door open. He’s an ominous presence looming over your shoulder as you unlock the door and step in, letting him through after you.
“Goodnight, Jake.” Your voice is thick with tears as you collapse onto the bench in your foyer and struggle to undo the straps on your shoes. You can feel his sigh across the top of your foot as he kneels before you and frees each foot from its heel. He then stands and carefully pulls you into his arms. Crushed against his chest and surrounded by the scent of his cologne, you can’t help the sobs that shake your body. He’s tender, soothingly massaging your back as your tears finally taper off. Thankfully you’d managed to keep your makeup from smearing all over in your crying fit.
“Now that you’ve gotten all your tears out, can I talk to you, beautiful?” His voice is soft. You can feel the hourglass run out on this relationship. You can only nod like you’re expecting the oncoming train wreck to plow through you. You both strip off your outerwear, laying the garments on the bench you were just sitting on. Jake takes your hand and pulls you into your living room, pushing you to sit on your sofa. You watch him as he fills a glass of water and makes you drink it. He doesn’t speak until you’ve set the empty glass on the coffee table and finished patting your tears away with a tissue.
“What, sweetheart, makes you think that I don’t want you?” His brow is furrowed as he speaks, settling onto the sofa. “I don’t want to pressure you into doing anything you’re not ready for.”
“And what about tonight? I pulled out all of the stops. I bought everything I’m wearing for you to take off!” you huff.
“Sweets, I had to stop you at the restaurant because if I hadn’t, I would’ve cum in my pants like a teenager. I never meant to hurt you. I should’ve told you the truth. I want you so much.” His smile is sheepish as he musses up his hair. “I just wanted you to make the first move. And then when that move came, it was too much for me to handle.”
“Jake,” You’re sheepishly grinning yourself, “I should’ve told you how I felt too. We could have been incandescently happy if I had just told you what I wanted. I feel so stupid.” You settle back against the cushions and intertwine your fingers with his. All the anger and embarrassment fade as you sit slumped against each other and unwind. It feels comfortable sitting in silence with Jake.
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry.” He sounds exhausted. “I’d understand if you don’t want to see me again.” His words send a jolt of unease through you. You don’t want to stop seeing him. You never want to stop seeing him. You never expected your insecurities to make him feel so bad, so unsure about what you feel for him. It aches in your chest, the thought of seeing him with someone else, making someone else feel as happy as he makes you.
“Jake, I don’t want to stop seeing you.” Your words fail you, and instead of trying to express the jumbled mess that is your emotions and feelings for Jake, you settle for kissing him. You pull away, staring into his eyes, “I know it’s probably too soon to say it, but I’m fairly sure I am falling in love with you.”
His eyes widen, mouth slackening in shock, before clearing his throat. “Gorgeous, it’s not too soon. I’ve wanted to tell you I love you for a while too.”
At his smile, you kiss him again, using just enough teeth and tongue to deepen the kiss into make-out territory. You’re gratified to feel him pull you closer when you slip into his lap. You’re both grinning as you kiss each other, teeth clashing. But before long, the kisses you're sharing have left chaste behind and become filthy wet hot things that send heat ricocheting to the apex of your thighs. Jake is similarly affected if the groan he lets out as you grind your core over his bulge is an indication.
He drags you into one more filthy kiss, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other pulls the zip on your dress down to the base of your spine. His mouth sends goosebumps over your skin, making you moan his name. Jake pushes the straps of your dress off your shoulders while lavishing kisses down the column of your throat. His sigh of appreciation is like music to your ears when he finally catches the sight of your soft skin framed in obsidian lace.
"Fuck, gorgeous girl." His mouth is wet against the swell of your breasts as he peppers kisses over them, sucking gently to place hickeys against your decolletage. "You look so beautiful in this lingerie. If I'd known this is what you were wearing under your dress, I would've never let you out of the house." He tugs you back into another kiss but groans when you drag your fingers through his hair and pull him away using your grip on the golden strands.
He's a vision sitting on your sofa when you step out of reach of his hands and let your dress pool to the ground around your feet. His hair is mussed, his lips spit slicked and wet, and traces of your lipstick are smeared over his mouth. He looks claimed, marked as yours. The arousal in his eyes strengthens when you drape his discarded blazer around your shoulders and beckon for him to follow you as you pad your way up the stairs to your bedroom. He catches up outside your bedroom door and turns you to face him again. He pushes the jacket off your shoulders and smashes his mouth to yours.
"Jump." He growls against your mouth, and you feel even more arousal seep, sickly sweet, through your veins when he catches you and presses you against the wall. You shudder against him as he kisses down your throat, hands working in tandem at your back to free your breasts from their lace prison. After he's flung the bra away, he drags his tongue over your breasts, drawing one into his mouth. His mouth feels incredible against your peaked, hard nipples; the licking, biting, and sucking sending frissons of pleasure down your spine. You're so consumed by Jake and the wet heat of his tongue that you don't notice you're in your room until he places you on your bed with a kiss to your sternum.
"Sweetheart," his voice is rough with arousal, "I'm feeling a bit overdressed. Would you help me take off my clothes?"
You scramble up to your knees and off the bed. Now it's your turn to touch and worship his skin. You undo each button of his shirt, shoving it off his shoulders while peppering kisses across his pecs and letting your teeth and tongue catch on the ridges of his abs. Jake’s eyes are blown wide, only the thinnest ring of emerald left when you fall to your knees and undo the button for his slacks. He steps out of them and groans when you press kisses against the wet spot in his boxers. You slip your hand in and gasp at the feeling of him. He's thick and hot, skin velvety as you free him from the constricting fabric and lick a stripe up his length. There are already pearls of pre-cum drooling from the tip, bursting bitter and salty-sweet on your tongue as you lick at his flushed length and stroke him with both hands wrapped around him. Your mouth floods with saliva at the thought of him in your mouth. You start slowly, enveloping just the tip. You drag your tongue gently across the underside of his cock and flick it languidly over the ridge under the head.
“Sweet girl, don’t tease,” he groans when you pull away, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to the tip of his dick. The groan transitions into a full moan when you blow cool air over his flushed cock and draw him back into your mouth deeper than before. The muscles of his thighs twitch as you set a frantic pace, throat relaxing as you suck on his dick. The final straw for his control is when you peer up through your eyelashes at him with your mouth stretched obscenely around his cock.
“Gorgeous,” he’s panting, chest heaving, and muscles tense, looking down at you, “can I fuck your mouth?”
At your nod, he pulls you up into a filthy kiss, during which he drags the sopping lace of your panties off before pulling your hair into a loose ponytail at the base of your neck, keeping his hand cradled against your skull. You drop back to your knees in front of him, mouth open and glistening with saliva as he feeds you his cock. He starts slow, pistoning his hips gently, only speeding up and deepening his thrusts when you cradle his balls with your hands. Soon he’s fucking your mouth in earnest. A burn sets into your jaw at the strain, but you don’t even notice, consumed by Jake and your growing arousal.
“Baby …… sweetheart…… gonna come,” he’s grunting, the words barely clear. “Can I come in your mouth?” He’s still trying to be courteous, asking you for permission like that. Your only response is to suckle rougher at the mushroom tip of his cock. With a choked-off moan, he’s coming down your throat, cock twitching with the force of his release. His eyes are heavy-lidded as he slowly pulls his still-hard length from your mouth and drags you into a kiss. He doesn’t mind the taste of his cum still on your tongue if the moan that rumbles through his chest is proof.
“Jake,” your voice is rough, “I want you.” Your arms are wrapped around his neck, caressing the short hairs at the base of his neck as you breathe into his mouth, lips slanted against each other. His hands are pressed against your ass and across your back. You breathe in the scent of his cologne mixed with his musk as your heart rate slows, and you grow accustomed to feeling his skin against yours.
“Bed, sweetheart,” he murmurs, feathering one last kiss against your lips before tossing you onto the bed and covering your body with his. You let him take control, peppering your skin with wet hot kisses as he likes, tasting every inch as he goes. He lavishes more attention against your breasts, rolling a pebbled nipple with his calloused fingers while lapping at the other. Each caress sends heat shooting to your core. It seems both forever and too soon until he’s finally settled between your thighs, leaving the marks of his love across your skin, his broad shoulders holding your thighs apart as he gazes adoringly at your wet folds.
“Oh, you’re so beautiful, my gorgeous girl.” That damned Texan drawl is back in full force as he speaks, drawing a finger through your slick folds and flicking his tongue out to taste.
“And you taste so sweet.” You can’t respond when he’s dipped his head to lick a stripe over your folds. The sensations make you moan, grasping at his hair with one of your hands while clutching at his rock-hard forearm wrapped around your hips with the other. He sets upon eating you out like a man starved. His fingers dip into you, massaging your tight walls until he finds the spongy spot that makes you tug at his hair and see stars. The wet heat of his tongue as he traces figure eights over your clit doesn’t help either. He’s only been making you moan his name for a few minutes when you feel the coil in your gut tighten. You’re only moments from cumming, harder than you ever have.
“Jake … Jake … Jake!” You chant his name as you tug on his hair to get his attention. He pulls away from your weeping cunt with a wet kiss on your mound before sliding up to face you. His mouth and chin are coated in your arousal.
“What is it, sweets? Did something not make you feel good?” He’s still your gentleman, even buck-naked with his hard cock pressing against you. You tug him into a kiss, moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue.
“No, Jay,” your voice is soft as you drape your arms around his neck. “Was gonna come. Wanted to give you a warning.” He presses his fingers back into your wet cunt, grinning at how you moan under him. You drag his mouth back to yours in a messy kiss that is all teeth, tongue, and saliva. He scissors his fingers in you, making you moan and arch your back until your hard nipples brush against his chest.
“Baby,” his voice is velvet soft as he fucks you mercilessly with his fingers. You’re writhing under him, hips chasing his hand as he pumps it in and out of you, “cum for me. My beautiful girlfriend. Wanna make you cum. Wanna see you cum.”
“Jake!” Your breathy moans fill the air as he draws your orgasm closer.
“Jake!” You’re screaming his name with each press of his fingers, rapidly crashing toward your orgasm. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you come with a silent scream. He finger-fucks you through the entirety of your release, stopping only when you begin to push at the hand between your legs. He’s trying to kill you, is all you can think when he pulls his hand away and licks your slick from his fingers.
“Jay?”
He grins that panty-dropping heart-stopping grin when you call his name.
“Hiya, gorgeous. How do you feel? Are you hurting? Do you need anything?” He’s beside himself, trying to make sure you’re okay.
You chuckle, pressing a kiss against his jaw, “I’m fine, Jay. Better than. You could even say that I’m good. Very good.”
He’s chuckling, too, as he turns the both of you over until your head is pillowed against his chest. His hands trail lazy circles across your back as you feel sweat cool against your skin.
“Jay?” He asks once you’ve both caught your breath.
“Yeah,” you smile, pressing a kiss over his heart, “a nickname for you. I hope you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind at all, darlin’.” You can feel the rumble of his voice in his chest from your spot draped over him. He’s still hard against your thigh, and the feeling of his cock against your skin sends a low level of arousal shooting through you. You slide over him, straddling his waist and pushing his hands up, intertwining your fingers with his own.
“Now, what are you doing, sweetheart?”
You kiss the smirk off of his face and stroke his cock gently.
“Well, Cowboy, I was thinking of giving you a ride. You game?” Your smirk rivals his own as you sit perched against his chest. His big hands rest on your waist, thumbs rubbing circles on your skin.
“I guess I could oblige if a little lady wanted to go for a ride.” His voice is all southern charm as he looks up into your face. “Do you have a condom, baby doll? Cause I have a few in my wallet.”
You kiss him before finding his discarded slacks and pulling out his wallet and the condoms he mentioned. He’s posed alluringly amongst the mussed sheets of your bed when you turn back to the bed.
“Who’re you trying to charm, huh?” You ask Jake, leaving the condoms at the head of the bed as you try to get him onto his back again. He’s tickling you now, your laughter leaving you breathless as you try desperately to escape his fingers.
“Jake! I thought you promised me a ride, handsome?”
He finally lets you manhandle him onto his back with your fingers intertwined. Now, he’s eager to comply, especially when, as you reach for the condoms, it leaves your breasts against his face. Right in range for him to get his mouth on them. You let Jake mouth at your skin for a moment before pulling away, condoms in hand.
“Jay…” You carefully run your fingers through his hair, tipping his jaw to slant your mouth down to his. “Let me take control. Can I make you feel good? Please let me make you feel good?”
“Doll, you can do whatever you want with me. I promise I’ll like it all.” God, his voice sounds like pure sex — throaty and gorgeous. You kiss him just for those sweet words and rip a condom open. He groans as you carefully roll the condom down his flushed length. You slowly pump your hand over him twice more before guiding him into you. You’ve only got his tip in you, and he already makes you feel so full. He’s so thick!
“Take it slow, beautiful. We’ve got all the time in the world.” He’s massaging your hips again, big calloused hands tender on your skin. You kiss him until you can feel the stretch ease, glad you’re wetter than ever. Setting your hands on his stomach, you start bouncing on his cock. You’re slow, enjoying the drag of his length in you and the look on his face. He’s blushing, and you can see the blush going down his chest as you pick up the pace. You can already feel the pressure in your core, your second orgasm building faster and harder than the first. Jake’s got his head thrown back, babbling praises and how much he loves you as you tip forward and leave your own marks against his neck. You can feel sweat trickle down your neck and between your breasts as you bounce, your thighs tensing and aching with each subsequent thrust. Jake sits up and cradles you against his chest, kissing you first and then sharing breaths as he helps you bounce on his length. The last straw for you is when he uses his fingers to gather some of your mixed arousals at the base of his cock and rubs your clit. You cum hard, seeing stars, cunt clenching tight on his length. Only a few stuttering thrusts of his hips later, you feel him follow you over the cliff into his orgasm after you.
You return to yourself slowly. A warm washcloth runs over your skin and your tender core.
“Jake,” Your voice is hoarse. He brushes your sweat-damp hair out of your face before kissing you. He’s already wearing his boxers, which is a crying shame, even if your sexual appetite is fully sated.
“Doll, you are a vision.” His voice is gentle as he finishes wiping both of your mixed arousals from your skin. “How do you feel?”
“I’m a little sore.” You stretch before crawling into his lap and kissing his throat. He cradles you to his chest. “I like when you call me Doll, by the way.”
“Doll just seemed like the perfect thing to call you at the moment,” he’s grinning, loose and relaxed, “Especially with how you looked bouncing on my dick like that.” He kisses the crown of your head before continuing, “I took the liberty of drawing you a bath and can help you get into it.”
“Jay, you might have to carry me.” Your smile is rueful. “You fucked all the strength out of my legs. And I need a few moments in the bathroom alone. After, though, that bath sounds amazing, especially if you’ll join me?”
“I’ve got you, beautiful. You won’t get a UTI on my watch.”
He stands easily, shuffling you until you’re in a bridal carry in his arms. You peck his jaw as he carefully sets you down at the threshold of the bathroom door and closes the door, leaving just a crack.
“Call for me when you need me, doll.”
You feel as weak as a newborn colt as you carefully take care of business and tie your hair into a bun. The bathtub is full of a mountain of bubbles, steam rising from the hot water in waves. You can’t stifle your pleased gasp as you settle into the water, letting it soothe every muscle in your body. You can feel every limb grow heavy, and your eyes close.
“Hey, sweetheart, feel good?” Jake’s voice sounds amused, and so does his face when you force your eyes open. You must have been dozing in the hot water, but thankfully, it hasn’t been too long since the water is still hot.
“Sorry, Jay,” you murmur, yawning so hard your jaw cracks, “I guess I fell asleep.”
“It’s alright, doll. You still want me in there with you?”
He chuckles when you make grabby hands at him but complies, taking his boxers off and stepping into the tub behind you. His hands gently trace your thighs, stomach, and breasts, drawing you to sit comfortably against his chest. You tip your head back, eyes fluttering closed, and wrap your arms around the hand he has against your breast.
“Don’t fall asleep on me again, sweetheart!” Jake’s voice is a pleasant rumble against your skin as you lazily press a kiss against his jaw.
“Not sleeping. Just resting my eyes.” Your voice is whisper soft as he turns you so you’re slumped over his lap and against his chest.
“Doll, you gotta help me get us all cleaned up and in bed.” His voice is tender and cajoling as he kisses you. Your limbs feel heavy and sluggish, but you do your best to move for him. It’s obvious to you both that you won’t do more than paw clumsily at his chest in your sleepy haze. Jake takes matters into his own hands and wakes you up, though, when his fingers trail teasingly through your sensitive folds. He's grinning wickedly as you jolt in his arms at the sudden overstimulation.
"Jay!" Your voice is all petulant whine as you tug his hands away from your tender core. "I'm awake. I'm awake." He's unrepentant, pulling you flush until you are chest to chest. The both of you relax in the hot bath water, muscles loosening as time passes. The water's just getting cold when you peck his smirking lips and murmur, "Shall we take this to the shower instead?"
"Only if you promise you can stand on your own two feet for me, Baby Doll. Gotta get my messy girl all clean before bed."
Getting called 'his' sends a silly fond grin to your mouth as you pull the plug and carefully step out. You're setting the shower to your liking, hair in loose waves down your back when he steps in after you, the water hot as it beats a tattoo on your skin.
"God, sweetheart." His voice is quietly amused, "You're one of those crazy girls who like their shower hotter than the surface of the sun, aren't you?"
You shrug one shoulder in response and set to lathering yourself up with your favorite citrus body wash. A thick arm knocks your hands away, taking their place on your skin. Jake squeezes you close tenderly before turning the water temperature down and pushing you gently under the spray. He massages shampoo into your hair and soap over your skin; the pressure and feeling of his hands are perfect when combined with the warm water.
"I've got you, sweets." Jake presses a kiss against your shoulder before taking his turn under the spray while your conditioner soaks in. Now it’s your turn to touch, tracing the streams of water as they cascade over his muscular chest and rigid abs with your soap-covered hands. His eyes flutter closed as you shampoo his hair, blunt nails scratching at his scalp as he lifts you so you can reach. Jake kisses your sternum softly, but there is no heat or intention behind the caress. You're too lazy and sated for more than chaste kisses, loving words, and skin-to-skin contact as you rinse off. After you're clean, you stand in the stream of hot water, holding each other. Several long moments pass before you step out, exhaustion fogging every movement. Jake gently towels your skin and hair dry before helping you into a fresh pair of cotton panties. At your pout, he lifts you onto the counter so you can return the favor, drying his hair just as gently as he'd dried yours.
The atmosphere is syrupy sweet as the two of you weave around your bathroom like you've been doing it all your lives. It's a coordinated dance of smiles and gentle caresses as you fetch a toothbrush for Jake to use. He smiles tenderly at you, toothpaste staining the corner of his mouth as you stand side by side at the sink and brush your teeth. The quiet domesticity of the moment sinks like a sip of hot tea into your chest, warming every inch of you. He feels right in your house and life like he belongs with you. That belonging feeling intensifies when you flop gracelessly onto the clean sheets Jake had changed as you were dozing in the tub. They feel heavenly against your skin when Jake lies down next to you, manhandles you to curl into him, and draws the covers up to surround you. You fall asleep to the steady beat of his heart, dreams sweet, and thoughts sweeter.
Love is waking up in the morning to the smell of coffee and Fleetwood Mac drifting through the house. Love is wearing your boyfriend’s shirt and walking into the kitchen to see him singing and dancing to the music blaring from the speakers on the kitchen counter in his boxers, bedhead on full display, using a spatula as a microphone while breakfast sizzles on the stove. Love is the sound of his voice, deep and smooth in the morning when you've both just woken up. Love is the grin on his face as he hands you a mug of coffee prepared just how you like. Love is kissing him in thanks and again because you want to.
It’s in how he has breakfast ready for you moments after you walk downstairs. It’s in how he feeds you all the blueberries on his plate because they’re your favorite fruit. It’s in the slow kisses you share that taste of sweet maple syrup, smokey bacon, and dark, rich coffee. It’s how you sit with your legs sprawled over his lap, chatting at the kitchen table long after all the food is gone. But above all, love for you is Jake Seresin on a Sunday morning in the fall when he’s golden in the weak sunshine and golden in your heart.
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꒦꒷ Blood Bond ꒷꒦
Bound by blood, associated by marriage.
Gortash x fem Tav durge Explicit 18+
Chapter: 8
Part 1 ->here<-
No warnings. You know what you came here for.
Tav put on her favorite strapless dress, in her signature black, of course. She could smell the food all the way from the halls and it was calling to her.
Time for dinner.
She was in a better mood than most days, considering she made Gortash look stupid earlier at the foundry. Tav's lips cracked a smile, maybe she would revel in this moment?
She decided to have a meal with him. Something she never wanted to do.
And with that, Tav headed to the dining hall and was greeted by a servant.
He stammered in his words, surprised to even see the likes of Tav at the dinner table, "My Lady! It's a pleasure to see you here." They bowed with a nervous smile.
She nodded her head in a quiet response. Completely ignoring the shock factor of her presence, "Gortash - is he here?"
"No, he's been gone since the morning, I'm afraid."
Hmm...Tav took her seat at the table. A flashback clawed into the depth of her memory. The day she was forced to watch her husband have sex with another woman out of spite.
No - this is his burden, not yours. Tav took in a deep breath, and allowed the delicious scent of meats and fresh bread cloud her head.
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Tav sat at the dinner table, her hands folded in her lap. She had finished her meal hours ago, but she remained seated, waiting for her husband to return from the foundry.
She knew he would be late, as he often was. But there were still questions Tav wanted to know. So she needed to wait for him regardless. Which in itself was a drag for her.
Gortash finally walked through the doors, and Tav could see that he was in a bad mood. His face was flushed, and his eyes were narrowed. He saw Tav sitting at the table, and he frowned.
“You’re here.” He spoke with disinterested and took a seat across from Tav.
He didn’t bother even sharing a glance at her before a servant quickly placed a heated plate of food in front of him.
“This must be a treat for you, hm.” Tav popped up an eyebrow and fiddled with a butter knife between her fingers. “Considering you’ve been gone the entire day.”
“And?” Enver refused to look at her and continued to eat his dinner.
She stopped the knife in her hand and placed it down with a thud. “Is that all you have to say? Are you not going to go tell me how the hell are you even funding all of this?”
He glanced up at her finally, chewing his food with a sour look on his face, “the King of Cormyr.”
Right. Tav pushed Gortash to do business with the kingdom of Cormyr. But she had no idea they still kept in contact after many months, “You certainly don’t take me as an idiot. What do they want in return of this funding?”
Gortash wiped his mouth on his sleeve and stretched his back against the chair, “Protection from the steel watch, and maybe even benefits from my new invention.”
“You’re willing to just parade your inventions around any city now? I don’t agree in this. Your invention are exclusive to us, no one else.”
Gortash grunted and shook his head, “That’s not how negotiations work, miss know-it-all.” He stuffed his mouth with a spoonful before continuing, “Besdies, my inventions will always listen to me.” He shallowed between the muffles, “I can take it back as fast as destroying their whole city, if they ever cross us.”
“I suppose…” he had a point. She nodded her head, yes, that sounds much better. But still. She wasn’t happy that he did not share this news until now.
But there was much more on her mind, “I want you to involve me more. I mean that.” Tav sat up straight and glared at him with an intensity. Not just an ask, but a threat.
“In boring politics and mechanics that you don’t understand? If that’s what you really want, sure whatever, but you’re not going to bring that horrible attitude to my work environment. I have enough of it.” He pushed his plate away and reciprocated her stare.
“Oh - like how I fixed your blueprints, right?” Tav teased with a malic intent in her voice.
Gortash scuffed. He decided to give Tav a good look, and noticed her choice of outfit. The strapless black silk hung perfectly over her breast and Tav caught his prying stare on her.
And before a smart remark could leave his lips, Tav was already wearing a face of disgust.
“Excuse me!” Tav sat up, pushing the chair outwards with a forceful thud as her palms fell flat on the table.
But ironically, the way she hunched over the table accentuated her cleavage more than before. Her breast practically dangled in front of his inciting glare. It only pulled Enver’s lips into a wider, provoked smirk.
In a nonchalant tone Gortash hummed, “Do you want to do something fun?” He sat back comfortably in his chair, legs spread.
Tav clenched her fists, Gortash had to be fucking with her. Trying to get a rise out of her with his unwanted attention. So, she played back with the same amount of cockiness.
“Would you like me to take the weight of your shoulders?” Tav puffed out her lower lip like a child, big glossy lips.
He closed his eyes and hung back his head, a groan leaving his lips, “Would you?”
With a click of her tongue, “No.”
“That’s fine. I had something better in mind anyways - something more your speed.”
“My speed? Explain.”
“You couldn’t handle this, sweet heart.”
“Try me. And quick, I’m getting quite bored of this conversation.” She watch Gortash stand up, circle around the table, with a silence in the air expect for footsteps.
Tav kept her posture over the table as her eyes followed Gortash's broad statue. He was like a tired menacing ghost, coming closer and closer to Tav. He finally stopped until he was behind her back, and then the feeling of his cold fingers slowly pulling the strands of silver hair back from her shoulders. His hands ever so slightly grazed Tav's neck, sending shivers up her spine.
Gortash whispered lowly from the back of Tav, the warmth of his breath just hitting the tips of her ears, “Cat and mouse."
He gently pushed his chest into Tav's backside, and her eyebrows furrowed deeply as he continued to speak, "Judging from your disobedience today, it would be an honor for me to hunt you, only if you want to, of course."
His words were cunning but soft like a lover's embrace. His head fit perfectly in the nape of Tav's neck and his pressed against the lobe of her ear, teasingly.
Tav averted her head away slightly from his touch. “That game you spoke of yesterday?” she asked. “It seemed like you describe it like it was meant to be played in a dark secluded place.”
Enver's hand reached toward Tav's hip, which was swatted away with a quick movement of Tav's own hand. Enver chuckled to himself at the gesture, and leaned over the table instead, pulling Tav's body tightly against his own, trapping her. "I could arrange that," He teased into her ear. "Tell everyone to leave the palace, and have the Steel Watch patrol outside."
Tav wriggled against his hold, which only caused him to press more of his weight against her back, pinning her to the table. Her hips were firmly pressed against the edge of the table, and she grunted in discomfort.
"Any rules before you try to crush me to death?" she asked.
She was half-joking, but the warmth that exuded off his body oddly comforted her despite being closely pressed against him.
"Hurry and speak before I push you to the ground and scalp you," she added.
Gortash chuckled into her neck before pulling away. "Your threats never changed, my Bhaal spawn," he said.
Tav quickly turned to him, her eyes wide with disbelief. "My?" she asked. She popped a hip and gave him a look that said, "Are you serious right now?"
Completely ignoring her commentary he rolled his eyes, "Are you in or not?" Gortash asked, his demeanor going nonchalant again.
Tav unconsciously nodded her head, her mouth slightly agape. It seemed as though the idea brought her joy on a subconscious level, even though logically she did not want any part in it.
A smile played upon Enver's lips, a flicker of excitement lighting up his face as he whispered to himself, “Finally, some fun.”
"Stay put." Gortash glared down at Tav with threatening eyes, and he began to walk out of the room. In the distance she heard him speaking to all and any soul within the castle, ordering with a stern tone:
To leave the palace.
The thud of his boots hit the floor, and at the same time, it was like the world had gone dark. All the lights had gone out. Everything was consumed in black, and the only light offered was the moonlight threw the many windows aligned in the room.
Tav instantly took off her heels, and she felt the cold concrete beneath her feet as she stepped out of the shadows. The moonlight was the only thing that illuminated the room, and it cast a long, eerie shadow over everything. Only depicting the outline of the furniture, but the details were lost in the darkness.
A deep, growling chuckle rumbled from the depths of his throat, sending shivers down the spine of anyone within earshot.
“No rules,” Gortash's shadowy figure murmured in a low, menacing tone, the command hanging heavy in the air like a foreboding cloud. “Just don’t get caught.” As he stepped closer, Tav locked eyes with his tired ones against the moonlight from the nearest window.
“I’ll stay on the first floor for now,” he continued, each word laced with a sinister promise. “But soon enough, I will come for you. I will hunt you down like the innocent lamb you are. You will witness firsthand why I am Bane’s chosen.”
Tav nervously giggled, he was serious about this. "Wait - this is stupid, I don't want to do this anymore."
"Whether you choose to play or not, I will force you to defend yourself."
Unbelievable. Tav huffed, completely taken back from his words. She didn't even know what the hell she was doing. And certainly not in this damned dress, how was she supposed to even stealth wearing something like this?
"Don't make this easy on me, little lamb." Gortash laughed into the air and it echoed off the walls. His figure disappeared into the dark shadows.
He knew this palace by heart, unlike Tav. Maybe she let her intrusive thoughts take over entirely to far this time.
Fuck.
To Be Continued ~
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Better or Worse {7}
Nessian. Angst. Modern au.
@snelbz x @theladyofdeath collab
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A/N: Thank you for reading! We hope you continue to enjoy! I'm sorry there was no new chapter last week - I was on vacation! x
Warnings: language.
“You like Gwyn?”
I’m laying on the bench, lifting, while Azriel spots me and Rhys stands near my feet, downing half a bottle of water.
“Seems nice enough,” I say, through clenched teeth. “Genuine.”
Azriel grabs the bar and guides it back to its resting place. It’s Rhysand that asks, “How’ve things been at home?”
I sit up, running a hand through my sweaty hair before pulling it back. “Weird. Not bad, but different, I guess. It feels like we’re just tiptoeing around each other all the time.”
“You need to fuck,” Rhys says, and Azriel snorts but Rhys is dead serious as he completely contradicts Gwyn’s earlier words.
Although I understand where Gwyn is coming from, I don’t think Rhys is wrong. Trying not to think of my wife’s naked body, I get a towel to clean off the bench before heading to one of the many treadmills for a run. I figure I’d get a mile in before joining my brothers in the steam room, then it’s home to make dinner for Nesta.
Hopefully we can find something substantial to talk about while we eat. I’m tired of smalltalk, it feels forced and I hate it. Not that it’s bad, it’s just…empty. I miss joking around and not being afraid to say exactly what’s on my mind, but I don’t feel like I can do that now. We’re not there yet.
“Hey, Cass.”
I look up from the treadmill I’ve just stepped onto to find a familiar face. I give her a lazy smile. “Hey.”
I’ve known Justine for a couple months now, since she’s joined the gym. We’re often here at the same time, both on similar schedules. She’s nice enough, although Rhys and Az think that her showing up when I’m here is no coincidence.
Maybe they’re not wrong.
“Haven’t seen you much this week,” she says, leaning against the equipment.
“Been busy.” I shrug. “Why? Miss me?”
She rolls her eyes in that way that girls have always rolled their eyes at me, that tells me they’re not really annoyed by anything I say or do. The only woman that’s ever truly been annoyed by me is the one that I married. Maybe that’s one of the things that drew me to Nesta, the fact that I could get under her skin. The tension it created that led to life altering sex.
“Just starting to think that you’re ignoring me,” she says, sweetly, leaning a little closer on the arm of the treadmill. Yeah, I know that move. Her breasts are suddenly a little more on display for only me to see.
I keep my eyes on hers. Try to, anyway. I mostly succeed. “I would never.”
The smile she gives me is sensual, and it’s all playful fun until she slides a finger up my forearm. I should ask her to stop, but it’s nice to be touched like that. It’s a simple touch, nothing too forward, but behind that touch lies a promise of something more. Rhys is right. I need to fuck. I’m a man, and I’m horny as hell, and my hand has only gotten me so far.
“You almost done here?” Justine asks, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Why don’t we…get some dinner?”
Her hand is on mine. The reality of what’s before me finally hits me. She doesn’t want dinner. I know what she wants. It’s obvious that food is the last thing on her mind. I pull my hand away and step off the treadmill, despite the fact that I never turned it on.
“I can’t,” I say, as politely as I can. “I’m sorry.”
She grabs my arm to stop me so I face her, and there’s hardly any room to breathe between us. “Can’t?”
“I’m married,” I say, as if that explains it all.
She looks down at the hand she was just holding. “I’ve never seen a ring.”
“I don’t wear it when I workout,” I say, simply, “but I can go get it from my bag and you can watch me put it back on, if you want.”
The words come out a little hostile and Justine’s eyes narrow. I blame it on the sexual frustration.
She says, “You’ve been married all this time and flirting with me for months? That’s a dick move, Cass.”
“I haven’t been flirting with you.” I know the words are a lie before they even leave my mouth.
She knows. “Liar,” she croons, and lays a hand against my chest. “I know you want me, Cass, married or not, I don’t care. Come on. Dinner. At my place.”
I take her hand and push it away, back down to her side. “No, thank you. I—”
I don’t get another word out before an obnoxiously loud smack sounds and my cheek starts stinging.
She fucking slaps me.
People around us all turn to stare as Justine says cocky jackass and storms off.
My brothers are nowhere to be found, so they must already be hiding in the steam room, which I’m glad of. Otherwise they would never let me live this not-so-proud moment down.
I send a text to our group chat, letting them know that I’m going to go ahead and go home. In the locker room mirror, there’s a red splotch on my cheek, barely seen beneath my scruff, but I’m hoping it fades quickly.
No, I don’t want to sleep with Justine.
I would never cheat on my wife, I never have, even at our worst.
But it was really fucking nice to be wanted.
By the time I walk into the house, I have been in my own head for far too long. The house is quiet as I walk in, only setting my nerves on edge. Greg is asleep on the couch in a shaft of late afternoon sun. I scratch his head as I walk by, but he doesn’t even stir and I chuckle under my breath.
Spoiled little shit.
As I ascend the stairs, I see the door to Nesta’s office is closed. For a second, I hesitate as I reach the top stair.
Before I left for the gym, we agreed that we’d have dinner and spend the evening together. Her edits would be done before I got home. She’s been better about limiting the amount of time she spends on her computer, whether that’s writing, editing, planning, or responding to her overflowing inbox. I’ve tried to be more open with my thoughts and feelings. It’s been an awkward few days, but we’re trying. It actually feels like we’re making progress, even after our disaster of a date.
Seeing her office door shut feels like a slap in the face and this one hurts a hell of a lot worse than Justine’s physical one.
My jaw is locked and I’m doing my best not to grit my teeth as I walk by, heading for the shower when I hear her voice through the door.
“They didn’t exactly give me the easiest turn around. They wanted rewrites on multiple chapters in days, Eris. I’ve got a lot going on right now and—”
She was cut off as her absolute dickwad of a manager interrupted her.
I have no clue what he says, but I know it must be bad when Nesta says, “I’m. Trying.”
I know that tone.
People fear that tone.
Another few seconds of silence goes by, then she says, “I’ll have it done. Alright?...Yeah. Yeah, no, I know, Eris, for fuck’s sake.” Her chair scoots back, and I take that as my cue to keep walking. Yeah, I want to know what’s going on, but if Nesta opens the door to find me while she’s already pissed, I don’t think she’ll like my prying. If she wants to talk about it, she’ll talk about it.
I take my time in the shower, but by the time I’m down in the kitchen, taking ingredients out of the fridge in my sweatpants, Nesta’s still on the damn phone. I can hear her pacing upstairs.
After cleaning a heap of green beans, I toss them with salt, olive oil, garlic powder, and parmesan before dropping them into a pan to roast alongside my marinated chicken. I’ve just opened a beer when I hear her office door open and she comes downstairs.
I don’t know what to say in greeting, so I raise my brow. She gives me an apologetic look, that quickly turns into her eyes wandering my body. Yeah, I didn’t wear a shirt for a reason. I want to know if my wife still finds me attractive, and it seems she does.
And I get hot when I cook.
Shirts are irrelevant.
“I thought I heard you come in.” Her eyes come back to mine. “Sorry, I know I said I’d be done—”
“Is everything okay?” I ask, saving her the trouble of explaining herself.
“Just, Eris…” She shakes her head. “I don’t want to talk about it. I’ll just get pissed. How was the gym?”
Well, I got slapped in the face. “Good. I think I went a little too hard, though. A little sore. You sure you don’t want to talk about Eris?”
She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth but shakes her head. “I don’t want to ruin the night with my work issues.”
I set my beer down on the table and walk towards her. She doesn’t move. Even in leggings and an oversized tee, she’s stunning. “Nes, it’s okay to talk to me about your work, especially if that asshole’s being a dick to you.”
I want to hug her but I don’t.
I want to touch her, to kiss her, but I won’t.
Gwyn suggested we start with touches, physical contact, anything as long as it isn’t sex, of course, but Nesta hasn’t indicated she’s ready for that.
Hearing that your wife doesn’t want to have sex with you because she’s terrified to get pregnant and miscarry again is hard to hear. I don’t want to push her into anything she isn’t ready for, even if I’m desperate for her touch.
She swallows, looking at my chest, but I’m not sure she’s actually aware that she’s staring at me. “The publishing company asked for two chapters to be completely re-written for one book and four for another. Meanwhile, I’ve got edits I’m still working on for previous submissions and I just…” Shaking her head, she finally meets my gaze. “The timelines they give me aren’t realistic for one woman.”
I don’t hesitate before I speak, knowing my words could set her off, but needing to voice my thoughts.
Time to see if therapy really has taught us anything.
“To be fair, Nes, you set yourself up with some unrealistic expectations. You’ve released what? Three books already this year? And you’ve got how many in the editing process?”
It wasn’t a dig. It wasn’t meant to point out that it was her own fault. It was the truth.
Something I would have said to her before everything went to shit.
With a sigh, Nesta closes her eyes and drops her forehead to my chest. “I know. That’s what he and I have been fighting about. I told him I can’t keep up with this kind of demand and he told me I did it to myself.”
I'm frozen in place. I heard what she said, but I’m floored by the feel of her skin on mine, by the contact that she initiated. I wrap my arms around her before I can second guess myself and rub a hand up and down her back.
“You have to do what’s best for you,” I say, processing what she said. “If he can’t understand that, if he can’t get the publishing company to understand, then fuck him.”
It’s the shittiest advice I’ve ever given, but honestly? My brain is shorting out, feeling Nesta’s body pressed against mine. She fits so perfectly against me, like she was made just for me.
“Easier said than done,” she murmurs, and looks up at me.
I could easily close the distance between us, could easily lean down and kiss her, and I really fucking want to but I contain myself.
At least until her hand comes up to rest on my chest. I brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear and rub my thumb along her cheek. It feels so good to touch her but I’m nervous, worried that I’ll go too far, that I’ll do something wrong and mess up this progress we’ve seemed to make.
I remember now that we’ve been having a conversation but I can hardly remember what it was about much less how to respond. All I can focus on is her hand against my chest. Her being this close is driving me insane to the point that it’s nearly unbearable. I hope she doesn’t look down, doesn’t come closer, doesn’t feel how much such simple contact is affecting me.
Her eyes never leave mine.
Her lips part.
And I open my mouth to say her name, but then the smoke alarm is going off and I’m spewing every foul word in the English language.
I have no idea how long the food has been in the oven. At this point, I don’t even remember putting it in there.
I turn the oven off, clear the smoke, and reset the smoke alarm while standing on a chair in the kitchen.
And while I do this, Nesta is leaning against the counter, laughing hysterically. I can’t remember the last time I’ve heard her laugh, but hearing it now makes every ounce of anger and embarrassment at ruining dinner disappear.
She’s laughing.
She’s happy.
Even if it’s all while making fun of me, the chef that nearly set the kitchen on fire.
Once her laughter finally dies down, she orders takeout, and we sit on the couch and eat it together, side by side.
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A Thousand Ways
Chapter 11: "Frost Over Charcoal"
Legend learns that he's really bad at saying no when someone is being sincere and genuine, especially when he trusts that someone.
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Febuwhump 2024 | Prompt 8: "Why won't it stop?"
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Warnings: Implied Character Death
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"What happened in there?" Warriors asked, his voice so uncharacteristically soft that Legend just--He didn't know how to respond.
They had found the black blooded monsters on the road from that town to a larger, merchant village (Mabe Village, Hyrule said that it would survive to his era remarkably. Legend did wonder why that village had been the one to appear on Koholint) that would've had the information they'd need.
From there, a portal took them to the usual places of eras between their times.
They got to a local inn, but it only had two rooms with two beds each. As a result, they split into two groups with Time going with the four youngest heroes if Legend was excluded from the list, though none of them actually knew how old he was except for Wind. Either way, that left--and Legend was certain it was on purpose--Sky, Twilight, Warriors, and Legend in the other room.
Legend inhaled slowly, trying not to break down again. "I cannot emphasize how much I really do not want to talk about it."
He knew it was obvious, especially since he felt their eyes on him when he changed not five minutes ago. It didn't help that his current outfit was short sleeved either, and didn't have the really high collar he used to wear.
He knew his new scars were obvious, but he also knew that they weren't too familiar with his old ones that they shouldn't be able to tell just how many of the new scars were actually new. All they knew was that not a single stretch of skin on his arms and torso was scarless anymore.
"I know," Warriors promised, and Legend wondered why he was the one taking point in this conversation when both Twilight and Sky were harder to look in the eye and deny anything. Warriors, Legend just had the instinct to deny him everything out of pure spite.
Legend realized how wrong he was when Warriors approached, careful and slow, and guided him to sit. Legend just sort of stared, he didn't want to snap at anyone. He really didn't want to be sharp, driving them off was dangerous now. If he drove them off, who could he look to, who could he hope for see, if he ever got captured again? Besides, those almost three months of being separated put into perspective that yeah, he actually cared about them.
So he couldn't snap, he couldn't drive them away during what little time they'd have together. How could he taint such memories when soon enough those memories would he all he had of them?
Warriors had him sit on the bed beside Twilight. Sky was sitting just opposite them.
"I'll make a deal with you," Warriors said gently, "if you just answer three questions for us, a simple yes or no will suffice, we won't bring it up again unless absolutely necessary."
You see, Legend had teased all three of these heroes for being mother hens, for being fussy and worrywart's, he teased them and called them the group's "big brothers" to Time's group "dad" thing, the others even agreed!
This was just unfair. All three of them ganging up on him and even though he thought Warriors would've been the easiest to shut down, the earnestness and sincerity was almost overwhelming, combined with Twilight leaning into his side, warm and grounding, and Sky just being there and offering an encouraging smile.
He didn't break, but he huffed and had to look away and curl in on himself as some kind of measure of defense.
"Fine," he bit out. "Three questions."
"Are you--Is it okay?" Sky spoke up immediately.
He didn't respond for a long moment, debating lying. Finally he just quietly shook his head and muttered, "No."
Warriors squeezed his hands gently and Twilight's arm wrapped around his shoulder. It made the pressure behind his eyes worse but he really tried to ignore it.
"Those tools on the table--"
"Yes."
Warriors' mouth clicked shut and the soft look was briefly replaced by something blazing and violent. Legend flinched into Twilight just as quickly as that look was snuffed out and replaced by something sad.
"Is there anything we can do to help?" Twilight asked.
Legend shook his head, not pulling away from how he had curled into him as a result of Warriors' anger. "No. Just--stay."
"Of course," Sky promised. "You’re stuck with us, vet. I don’t think the Rancher's going to let you go anytime soon anyways."
He snorted, forcing the amusement out more than anything to just please, get rid of this heavy atmosphere. Stop all this worry and claustrophobic caring.
Warriors cracked a small smile. "I guess we know how the bedding situation's going to be."
"Shut up, you’re just jealous I get the kid," Twilight retorted playfully. Legend startled a bit as the second arm wound around him and pulled him into the warm chest behind him, but he knew who it was so he didn't jump too bad.
Warriors huffed. "As if I'd want to share a bed with him, he kicks."
"Like a bunny," Sky commented, a grin on his face that had Legend immediately squawking.
"Not if you cuddle him enough," Twilight chimed in and hugged him closer.
Legend felt his face heat up as he tried to escape. "I will kick you right now--let me go."
"Aww, don't be like that, bunny," Sky teased.
"Don’t call me that!"
Sky cackled and Twilight and Warriors both laughed too. Legend squirmed but couldn't escape Twilight's grip without actually trying.
Eventually he just gave up, and about that time conversation shifted to something far more calm and casual.
The older heroes mostly talked between themselves over Legend's head. And older they were, none of them were secretive about their ages. Sky was the youngest of the three at 23 and was six years post his adventure, Twilight came next at 26 and eight years since his last adventure, then Warriors was 28 and ten years in the aftermath of the war. Legend just relaxed into Twilight and let their voices become a white noise as he played with his magic in his hands until he ended up falling asleep first.
The three older heroes knew what had happened in that cell. Twilight had told them that Legend confirmed it was his torture cell, and they had an idea of what tools had been used, and they knew that he wasn't okay in its aftermath.
Thankfully, as promised, none of them said a thing to the others. As far as the younger heroes and Time knew, Legend just lost his cool and ran off into the woods before he exploded the rest of the building like he did the front door.
After a few more unnamed eras, Legend stepped through the portal and was immediately greeted by the familiar magic of his era.
But when he opened his eyes, his blood went cold.
They were on a path just outside Kakariko, but the late afternoon sky was darkened by smoke rather than the setting of the sun. A huge plume of black and darkness filling the air, he turned too slowly, despite getting whiplash from the action.
The billow came from the wrong direction.
Fire should not be burning that high that way. Ever. That kind of fire was a forest fire, a house fire, it was something damaging and dangerous. That was no campfire.
"No," he breathed.
"Vet? Whe--COLLECTOR WAIT!"
He did not, in fact, wait.
Instead he ran headfirst toward the forest. He ran right where that fire was burning.
Showing up far too late, Legend came up to a large crowd that had already formed. He shoved through, people yelping and beginning to scold him before going silent as they realized who he was.
He reached the front of the crowd and the edge of the property and he stopped.
Oh goddesses, no.
A farmhouse too familiar for his rabbit-fast heart to handle was burning sky high. Deep red and orange marring the oaken walls, staining it black and eating holes through the wood, windows either blocked by flames or burned beyond transparency.
"Link?" Someone called. "Is that--Link, I'm so sorry--"
"Where are they?" He demanded, searching the faces of Kakariko's villagers. "Where--My grandparents, they're not--"
"We hadn't seen them leave, but they may not have been home," one of the ladies--Elizabeth, the wife of the mason-- said.
Legend inhaled sharply. He couldn't lose them--Not them too. Not like this. He couldn't--
He ran toward the burning farmhouse ignoring all the cries for him to wait and stop as if this wasn't his home, as if this wasn't where he grew up and it wasn't where his grandparents may be dying or already be dead at.
He never wanted to return home to this.
The fire had started in the house, it was spreading but the plants were well trimmed and the ground well worn from walking. It did not spread easily to the pasture, but the barn was caught in it. He threw a blast of pure magic at the cucoo coop as he passed it. He saw the pasture empty and hoped to the goddesses that Epona and the cows had ran by now. The fowl were escaping quickly and Legend was about to slam his whole body weight into the burning front door.
Someone grabbed him from behind.
"Vet no! You can't--"
"Let me go!" He fought against their hold.
"It's about to collapse! You'll die!"
He didn't care. He had to find them. He needed to find them. They were all he had left! They weren't supposed to die like this! They were supposed to grow older, maybe even be there when he finally settled, they were supposed to live to their natural ends! He had to--
The farmhouse that Legend spent half his formative years in collapsed. The burned walls giving in to the weight of the upper floors. It crashed to the ground and whoever grabbed him pulled him close and curled their body around his protectively.
A rush of ash and soot surrounded them, turning the world dark.
The dust settled and the fire still burned, though it was more of a huge bonfire that tried to spread.
Legend shoved Twilight away and grabbed the Ether Medallion.
Winter came early in that moment, an explosion of frost and ice exploding off him and leaving every person untouched but the flames were subdued.
He wanted to collapse, magical precision like that was exhausting, but the muddled voices stopped him. He couldn't break, he couldn't fall and scream and beg the goddesses to just please, let him have someone.
Why did they need to take everyone from him? Why was he doomed to lose them all?
He couldn't. He couldn't break. There were people here and he was still the hero. He had to stay strong, be that damned pillar of strength and courage for the world that was out to break him.
Link?
He turned, looked down, and a little ash covered cucoo was approaching him.
You came back, Piyoko clucked, nudging his leg. I'm glad to see you... I don't know what happened, one moment things were fine then the next the house was burning. Your grandparents had just gone inside for dinner too.
Legend sighed softly. "Gather the others. I'll get you guys to safe farmers."
Piyoko clearly had her own opinion about his response but thankfully didn't push it. She chirped and went toward wherever the other animals had run to. Legend turned to head back to the crowd, his throat trying to close up and his eyes stinging.
It's just the smoke, he told himself.
"Link? Are you..."
"I'll see what animals survived and check on the crops," he told them as calmly as he could, and a few--people who knew him--looked even sadder. "I'd--I would like to see it cleaned, but I don’t have the time do so, though I'd be willing to pay for it to be done. If you’re willing to help out, or willing to take what surviving animals there are, then I'll be here tomorrow morning by dawn."
The heroes looked confused and a bit against that decision, but Legend could care less. Most of the villagers gave him looks of pity, some mixed with concern, others with contempt.
"Everyone should get back home before it gets dark, monsters still roam these parts even if it's rarer than before."
Murmurs seemed to agree with his statements and the townsfolk left, some muttering about how sorry they were for the fates of his grandparents, others promising to be back in the morning. None of them actually referred to them as his grandparents, only calling them by name and telling Legend they were sorry.
Then they were all gone and left the nine heroes in the melting aftermath of the fire.
"Why'd you promise that?" Wild asked with a frown on his face. "We have a job to do, can't the family's next of kin handle this, or maybe the nearest town's mayor--"
"I'm the next of kin."
The following silence was horrible and it further ripped at his chest as he directed his carefully crafted blank look at the champion.
"This was my grandparents farm. Go hunt monsters if you want, I have things to handle right here and that starts with finding the animals that survived while the rubble finishes cooling, that ice is still steaming after all."
This time, nobody stopped him when he turned his back. Twilight and Hyrule both followed him.
Piyoko was on the edge of the survived forest, the fact that none of the surrounding trees were caught in the fire... There were four cucoos, Epona, and a cow. More than Legend expected frankly.
They saw him approach and he knelt down in front of them. Piyoko was quick to press against him and Epona nuzzled his face. Ali, the cow he had won in Labrynna and sent to the farm, drew closer too.
What now, Link?
He let out a steady breath. "Hopefully some of the other farmers around will take you guys in. You guys know as well as I do that I won't be... Rebuilding to stay here."
Epona nudged his head. We know. We'll stay with you, I can keep up.
We'll go, don't worry. It isn't a surprise, Autumn, a russet hen, cooed.
He got a headcount. All the hens intended to go, Piyoko stubbornly insisted on staying with him, and Epona promised she'd follow him too. Ali assured she'd be fine on a new farm.
After that he went and got them all under shelter, he didn't care what the other heroes were doing, he just made sure the shade out by the pasture wasn't about to collapse and then collapsed there with the remaining farm animals.
Twilight and Hyrule had been nearby, but they didn't come too close. Twilight did, eventually, but he just sat beside Legend while Hyrule headed toward the small orange glow over by the nonexistent front gate.
"I'm sorry," Twilight said quietly.
Legend tried desperately to keep himself in check. "It's fine," he managed. "I don't--They're... They were inside when the fire broke out, I-I can't--Why didn't you let me go in?"
There was a chance they were still alive before the building collapsed.
"If you went in, you would've died. It was about to collapse and it did seconds later. If you'd gone inside... I'm sorry about your grandparents."
If he'd gone inside maybe he'd have stopped killing all the people he's cared about.
"Go join the others," he grumbled, wrapping his arms tightly around himself.
"I'm not leaving you alone right now."
"I'm not alone. I have Piyoko, and Epona, Ali, Autumn, Britt, Nettle, and Thorn."
"I'm still staying. I promised to help you and that's what I'll do."
Oh he was unsteady. He had to keep strong, don’t break... He's broken too much this adventure, too many times.
Twilight wound an arm around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug slowly, giving him plenty of time to escape but he went rigid and didn't quite process what was happening until the rancher was holding him to his chest, a hand in his hair and carding through it gently.
Oh.
He buried his face into his chest and sobbed. The dam broke and so did he.
"It's okay, it's going to be okay. We're all here and we'll help you get through this."
"I-I can't--I--" Legend gasped, choking. "I can't keep doing this," he forced out.
"I know--"
"Why doesn't it stop? Why won't it stop?" He begged, he needed to know.
Why did he still hurt? Why did every single person he cared about get hurt? How could he protect them if he's the reason they're hurt?
"Why won't it stop?"
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Love Again
Chapter 1
You can feel yourself smiling upon hearing his laugh and friendly greetings. Surrounded by all your friends you are yet to actually spot him, and he you. Just knowing he has finally arrived to the NYE party makes your body respond instantly and turn in his direction. But what you see once the crowd clears a bit around him, makes your breath get caught in your throat.
“I can’t believe it, I can’t believe he’d actually bring someone!” you think to yourself. Being torn between looking at him for an explanation and avoiding eye contact at all cost.
You don’t even realise he's made his way over to you and your friend Chloe because just as you get out of your own head he’s standing right in front of you, ready to embrace you “Hey Y/N/N, it’s so good to see you” he says with a smile, before wrapping his arms around your form
“I’ve missed you” he whispers before stepping back.
Before your brain can catch on to what had just happened, he wraps his arm around a brunettes’ waist and turns to you again
“Y/N, this is Amber, my girlfriend. Amber, Y/N”
“Hi, so nice to finally meet you! I’m such a fan of your music, Sam won’t stop talking about it too” she says with a chuckle while putting her hand on his chest softly.
You can only send them a short and confused smile “Yeah, you too” before they turn away to greet the rest of your friends.
GIRLFRIEND?! He has a girlfriend now?
You are frozen to the spot again, until you feel Chloe’s gentle hand on your arm “You okay hun?” her voice is laced with concern
“Yeah, m'fine. Just need the toilet real quick. I’ll be back in a minute” you don’t even spare her a glance as you quickly try to make your way through the crowd of 30 something Geordies gathered around. All being cheerful for the new year.
The bathroom is luckily empty so you lock the door and just stand there for a moment. Not sure what to do. Sorting through your emotions. You turn towards the toilet and sit down onto the closed lit.
Numb.
Just staring straight ahead onto the wall.
Hands clasped together until you slowly start to rub your thumb over the back of your hand. Your body automatically trying to sooth itself.
He has a girlfriend. And he brought her here. All your friends are here. The lads from his band, your band, Tom and Heidi.
You last saw him only a month ago and he hadn’t said a word about her. When did this even happen?
You don’t realize the tears running down your face until one, two droplets land on your hands. You look down, blinking and wiping the tears away hastily.
You don’t know what you are mad about. You and him had ended things a few months ago, amicably. You still remain friends, best friends after all these years. He had assured you that would never change. But then why didn’t he tell you about it and why didn’t you feel mad? No, actually you are hurt. Hurt and betrayed because he said he loved you. He loved you but life and work were too hectic right now and it wasn’t fair to you. To both of you. So through many hugs and tears you realised a relationship at this time isn’t going to work. And you both had of course wanted to safe your year long friendship. So you ended it.
You quickly get up from the toilet seat and hold one of the guest towels under the cold water in the sink. Gently dabbing under your eyes to get rid of the tear streaks.
This is Sam, your best friend Sam. He would never hurt you like this. There’s got to be another explanation for this. You think to yourself.
You quickly make up your mind to take him aside and talk to him.
Walking out of the bathroom and back into the living room you pass Chloe again “You okay, do you need anything?”
“I’m okay, I just want to talk to Sam real quick” you turn towards her “Did you see where he went?”
“Kitchen I think but, do you really think it’s a good idea to confront him here?”. She noticed your puffy eyes, of course she did. She always knows when something is wrong.
“Chlo I just…” you start to say but are quickly overwhelmed by your emotions towards him.
You look down, trying to hide the new wave of tears, before catching Chloe’s eyes again. She quickly takes your hand and gives you a sympathetic look
“I haven’t seen him in a month, I.. just want to know…” You try very hard not to start sobbing right here in the middle of the party. Chloe tugs on your hand and you follow her blindly. She pulls you out onto the balcony for a bit more privacy. Which you’re grateful for because the second she pulls you into a hug, the tears are coming down heavy.
“Y/N/N, shh, it’s okay” she gently says, but that only makes it worse.
You suddenly pull away from her, your hands in your hair trying to make sense of the past 20 minutes
“I just don’t… get it!” you sob out. Looking at your friend. She stays quiet, giving you your space to put your thoughts in order. “He told me he couldn’t be with me right now, couldn’t be with anyone. And that’s supposed to have changed in the last two months?” you take a shuddering breath “Bullshit, Chloe! That’s bullshit”
“I know” she says quietly.
After a moment of silence, she starts softly “Babe I know you want to talk to him, and you should. You deserve an explanation from him. But Y/N/N, you’re starting your tour in a few weeks, you won’t see most of the people here again before you leave. So why don’t you just enjoy tonight?” you turn towards her again, huffing out the air you haven’t realised you’re holding.
“I suppose I could talk to him another time this week” you admit quietly. “He’s staying until the end of the month I think”
Chloe gives you a reassuring smile before grabbing two bottles of cider out of one of the many beer crates stored out on the balcony and handing one to you.
“I love you” you tell her while a sly smirk forms on your face
“Love you too petal” she says before reaching for the door and letting you both step back inside.
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Coming back inside you immediately make your way over to Heidi and her boyfriend. The younger girl being one of your comforts and you know she’d make you forget all about your earlier worries. You have spent the past three hours chatting and sitting with them, occasionally getting some snacks from the kitchen and catching up with your other friends before finding your way back to your little group. Her brother Tom, as well as Drew and Dean have joined in and you're animatedly discussing both of your upcoming tours. The lads are going back to America for some recording sessions, before starting back out on the road. And you are getting ready for your first proper tour outside of the UK. 2021 is going to be one big and exciting year already.
“I’m so proud and excited for all of yous!” Heidi cheers, before her eyes glisten over a bit “But I will miss yous so much as well” she whines and cuddles into your side
“I know, love” you coo “It’s going to be so weird being gone for this long at a time” you press a kiss to her cheek.
This is what you wanted from this night. What Chloe had reminded you of. To spend time with your most important people and enjoy the last night of 2020. Before the new year would begin and bring all the craziness and change.
So just 10 minutes before midnight you pour more bubbly into your glass and prepare yourself for the countdown.
Just 5 minutes now and the atmosphere around us changes. Everybody has started getting up from their seats, re-filling their drinks of choice to toast in the new year. The couples start finding each other to ensure their midnight kiss.
And as much as you have tried to avoid Sam since your little breakdown on the balcony, there is no escaping him anymore.
He has joined all of our friends and yourself in the living room, beer in hand and Amber right next to him.
As much as you want to look at him and study his demeanor, for whatever kind of clues you aren’t sure. All you keep seeing is her right next to him.
The countdown is only 20 seconds now and Chloe strategically places herself in your field of vision towards Sam and his girlfriend, affectively blocking your view.
Everybody starts counting down
10…
9…
8…
You look around the room into the happy faces of your friends and remember why you're here, and what kind of feeling and energy you want to take into the new year with you.
5…
4…
We are finally at the place in our career where we’re selling out tickets and venues because of us. Our work and talent and determination, and in 2021 it’s all finally paying off with our very first international tour. You are so excited for all of you girls.
1…
Happy New Year!!! Everybody around us cheers and claps, we all start hugging each other and wishing us the best year ahead.
As you take a sip from your drink and embrace Chloe, you let your eyes wander…
And they land on the one person that might’ve just ruined 2021 already, and we are only seconds in.
Sam has his arm thrown around Amber and is leaning in to kiss her. He lingers for a moment, slowly pulling back to press a short second kiss to her cheek before embracing her and holding her in a hug.
Once he let’s go he straightens back up with the happiest look on his face, eyes sparkling.
He must’ve felt your eyes on him, because quickly his gaze finds yours. You could’ve sworn you saw a second of hesitance in his eyes, before he raises his bottle in your direction and mouths a happy new year to you. You swallow, raise your glass in his direction and quickly take a big gulp. Turning away from his happy face and willing yourself to stay calm, while you can feel your heart being crushed inside your chest…
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Calm Part 5
Part 2 of 6 in the Complete Series!
Wrecker x Seamstress!Reader
Parts 1 2 3 4
Authors Notes: phew! This chapter was so fast only because I had pre-written most of it about two months ago! I’ve been waiting for this chapter for so long to finally post! I really do appreciate all of you reading, liking and sharing it! Everyday I see new ppl liking and sharing it which makes me love what I’m doing so much!
Chapter about: Some long overdue truths are revealed.
Calm, it was so uncomfortably calm. None of the seabirds sang, the waves sounded miles away and even the Marauder's engines had died down. It was too quiet and calm for anything to be ok. Your eyes scanned the area around you until you found Chai.
Connecting the dots between why she was a sobbing, crumpled mess and the missing clone didn’t take you long. Tech had somehow been lost. How? You didn’t know and honestly didn’t care. Right now, all you cared about was Wrecker and Omega. You made your way across the courtyard quickly, ignoring the looks of the other clones as they watched you with sadness in their eyes, your condolences would be given later. For now, you just needed to be next to the two beneath the tree.
You didn’t speak as you knelt carefully in the grass next to Wrecker, his eyes still closed as he held the blonde against his chest. You could see by the way he was holding himself that he was trying to be strong for her. Reaching your hand out, you gently ran it against Wrecker's cheek, making him slowly look toward you. His eyes were so red and puffy. It pained your heart so much to see him like this. Your thumb ran across the scar on the side of his face and beneath his bad eye. “Oh, Wrecker.” Left you in a whisper.
Being strong in front of Omega was hard, painful, and nearly impossible. But after everything she’d been through, she’d deserved the time to cry without him fueling it. Tech had always told them that her emotions were fueled by those around her and they’d seen that proven more than once. So for once, Wrecker buried his feelings. Until you showed up. Your hand against his cheek was the comfort he needed. So many times over the last few weeks he’d thought about you more times than he could count. How he’d let you know his brother was gone and the clothing you’d been painstakingly working on for him would be going to waste. How he’d have to explain that he’d been too weak to pull his brother up to safety and had to watch him die. That thought alone continued to plague him. Your thumb ran across his cheek and wiped away a few stray tears and he felt the walls he was struggling to hold begin to crumble. But it was when you stared at him with those loving and caring eyes and whispered those two words, did they finally came crashing down. Unable to fight it anymore, he buried his face into the crook of your neck and sobbed quietly.
You fought back your tears as you placed a hand against the back of his head and rubbed it carefully, your other hand finding Omegas and holding it. How long ago did it happen? How long had they been grieving already? How long had he, all of them, been putting on a strong front for Omega? “It’s ok.” You whispered to Wrecker as you placed a gentle kiss on the top of his head. “I’m here.” A few tears trickled down your cheeks as you tried to be strong for the two you’d come to care for so much. “I’m here.” You felt a squeeze from Omega as another muffled sob left the girl. It was an uncomfortable position, but you’d stay in it as long as you needed to.
-*-
Nearly twenty minutes later Omega and Wrecker had both finally stopped crying. But you knew from experience that it wouldn’t be for long.
“Thank the maker that you got my message.” Hunter's voice was soft and low as he approached from the ship. The final checks were done and the Marauder was secured.
“Wait, you sent me that message?” So it hadn’t been Wrecker. Now the tone made so much more sense. You watched as Hunter nodded. “Why?”
Hunter sighed softly while looking at his siblings. “Cause I knew they needed you. Everyone was managing well before we made the final jump to Pabu. Think the realization of being here without Tech finally hit everyone. Just don’t know what to do anymore.” He’d tried for so long to calm Omega down while helping Wrecker keep his head. Hunter hated to admit it, but he was out of ideas on what to do. “I had a feeling you’d been waiting for a message from him, so I sent the message from his datapad.”
You stroked Omega's hair with one hand while rubbing Wrecker's back with the other. If the two were listening then they didn’t let it be known. For all you could tell, they were sleeping as they'd gone quiet. “I’ve got them tonight.” Was whispered. Your hands protectively around them both. “Go get some sleep.”
Hunter let out a long sigh as he rubbed one of his eyes. He was so tired. “Thank you.” Kneeling beside you, he placed a kiss on the top of Omega's head and placed a hand on Wrecker's shoulder where he squeezed it tightly.
You watched as he stood and before he could turn to walk away, you reached out and took his hand in yours. “ Hunter, thanks for messaging me and….I’m sorry.” He bit his lip and nodded to you before patting the back of your hand. Then he was gone with the others.
The thought of them being asleep was quickly pushed away as Wrecker pulled away from you slightly. You didn’t let him get far though. Reaching up with both hands, you cradled his face. You pressed your forehead against his and sighed softly. “Let’s go home.”
Wrecker was too tired and too drained to say no. Already he could feel himself becoming numb and from the way Omega was dropping her head, he could tell she was just as drained. With a nod, he sat back and watched as you stood.
You stretched your stiff joints for a moment before offering your hand to him. When he finally took it, you leaned back and allowed your body weight to help pull him up. He easily pulled Omega up and into his arms and rested her against him with one arm. Her sleepy head rested against his chest as her eyes fought to stay open. You slid your hand back into his hanging one and slowly you began the descent to your place.
The ten-minute walk felt like thirty as you walked in silence. Never had you heard him this quiet for so long, the same went for Omega. Seeing them both like this made your heart sit in your stomach like a rock. You understood the feelings they were experiencing all too well and knew that they’d be due for another wave of crying soon enough. All you could do was get them home, cleaned, fed, and in bed. Even if they didn’t want to do half of those things, you’d be there to help.
Wrecker remembered to duck as he entered your home behind you. The first thing he’d noticed was that you’d cleaned and moved out many of the boxes that used to clutter the main part of your home. The second was the six stacks of clothing waiting on your counter. The color scheme of the batch was easy to see and he felt that pain in his chest once more. “You finished.”
You followed his gaze to the stacks and nodded. “Yeah, a few days ago.” Stepping forward, you ran your hand against Omega's arm. “Omega? Let’s get you settled first?” You felt bad for waking the poor girl up. But from the looks of her it had been a while since she’d last showered and going to bed dirty wouldn’t help her through this.
Omega groggily opened her eyes before nodding. With a pat on Wrecker's chest, she was lowered to the ground. She watched as you turned and picked up one of the stacks of clothes. “Are those…for me?”
“Yes.” Your hand ran across the top outfit, a dress that Tech and Chai had thought she’d look nice in. “You can look through it all tomorrow. For now...” You moved a few of the garments before stopping and pulling a pair of shorts and a top out. “I made you some new pajamas.” Looking at Wrecker, you smiled softly. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
Omega took the pajamas from you and ran her hand over the material. It was so soft and light, no doubt it would be more comfortable to sleep in than the old clothes she’d been sleeping in. She opened her mouth to thank you but you were already walking toward a room. Your words to Wrecker let her know that you wanted her to follow you, and so she did.
Once inside the room, you shut the door and placed the stack of clothes on the dresser. “In the ‘fresher that’s connected to this room, you’ll find a towel and some shower supplies designed for girls. Take as long as you want to shower. Once you're done, I’ll have some food and water waiting for you.” You stepped over to her and helped her pull off her dirty and tattered jacket. Tomorrow you would wash it and fix the holes up for her.
“I’m not hungry.” Came as a whisper from Omega as she watched you carefully place the jacket down. You moved to the dresser and opened the top drawer, pulling a brush out before you closed the drawer once more.
“That’s fine.” Came softly as you moved around her and carefully began to run the brush through her blonde locs. “At least drink the water. It’ll help stop you from having a headache in the morning.” Satisfied that her hair was knot-free, you placed the brush on the bed and moved in front of her. “Even if you simply pick at the food, it will be good to put something in your stomach. ‘Kay?”
“W-why are you being so nice?” The young clone leaned her head against the hand that you had placed against her cheek. You were always nice to her, like a big sister, but this seemed even nicer than usual. No jokes or funny remarks had been made since they’d returned.
A long sigh left you as you moved a strand of hair out of her face. “Because I know exactly what you’re going through. The pain that you're feeling.”
“You do?” When you nodded slowly, a sad half smile on your lips, her bottom lip began to tremble again. “H-how?”
Your heart hurt so much for the poor girl. “I’ll tell you another day. But know that I do understand.” Wrapping your hand around hers, you pulled her into a tight hug and held her close for a few moments. “Now, please go take a shower. I’m going to take care of your brother now.” Releasing her, you began to turn and head towards the door, but her hand stopped you.
“There’s something you should know.” Omega chewed her lip as you looked back at her with a raised eyebrow. “He… watched Tech die.”
“Oh.” Your heart shattered hearing that. It was hard to swallow the massive lump in your throat as you nodded to the child. “Thank you for letting me know.” You felt like that would be the end of the conversation, but she continued to hold your hand. “Yes, Omega?”
“Will he…” Omega choked back a few sobs that were already fighting to come out. “Will he be ok?” Wrecker was far from his normal self since everything had happened. It was like a piece of him fell with Tech.
It was hard to say. You knew from experience that people could go many ways while recovering from something like this. Already you could see that Wrecker was lost in his mind. Losing himself to the dark pull of his thoughts. But how could you say something like this to this sweet girl? You let out a long breath before forcing a smile. “He will with time.” You watched as the girl nodded while you pulled away. “If you need us, just call out.”
-*-
Wrecker sat in silence on your couch, his mind continuing to berate him for falling to pull Tech up and failing to keep Omega safe. He was the strongest in the group and he’d failed at being just that, strong. He’d sworn to himself that he’d keep it together until he was in the privacy of your room or the shower, not crying in front of the kid and making her more upset. But how could he hide his weakness from you when you showed him so much care and worry?
“Wrecker?” Your voice cut through the uncomfortable silence of the room. When he didn’t look up at you, you sighed and closed the space between the two of you. “Come on, time to shower.” You held your hand out to him once again, but this time he didn’t take it.
How could he tell you that Tech died because he’d been too weak to pull him up? To catch him before he fell? He’d promised to always catch you and anyone else he’d cared for and yet here he’d failed. He was a failure and a man not deserving of all this kindness you were giving him. You spoke to him but the words didn’t phase him in the slightest. To him it was like you weren’t even there, the darkness in his mind taking control of everything.
So that’s where he was at. You took a deep breath and took his hand in yours. Once again you used your body weight to pull him. He didn’t fight you at all. If this was any other moment, you may have felt hurt by the silence surrounding you both. But you had first-hand experience on what he was going through and you’d give him whatever time he needed to talk. Instead, you led him towards your room and the refresher within, making sure to lock your door in the process.
Wrecker stood in the center of your refresher as you moved calmly around his large body. A few candles were lit before the sound of the shower turning on filled the room. You vanished for a moment into the bedroom before returning with the wooden stool from your dressing table. It clicked quietly against the tiled floor of the shower as you placed it down before returning to the silent clone's side. No words were spoken from either of you as you slowly slid your hands around his armor and found the latches holding each piece to the other. Loud thunks and clanks echoed in the room as each plastoid piece fell to the floor.
The armor now gone, he stood before you in just his pants and black top. His boots had already been removed by the time you’d returned to him in the living room. Your hands moved slowly over his dirty and stained clothing, watching for any signs that he wanted you to stop. When no such sign came, you started to remove his shirt. A small gasp left you as you took in the new scars and still-healing bruises that littered his torso. “Oh, Wrecker.” What had he gone through? What happened out there?
Wrecker wanted to talk to you, to tell you everything, and bare his heart to you. But how could he when his mind was telling him that you’d leave him the moment you knew what had happened? His heart knew that wasn’t true, you weren’t like that. But the darkness in his mind was screaming so much louder. So he let you continue what you were doing instead. Dark, sad eyes watched the way you slowly moved around him, your eyes connecting with his every few moments before you looked back to your hands. Never once did you ask or demand an answer on what happened. You just silently undressed him.
His clothes were removed, and you took his hand and led him into the waiting embrace of the warm shower. The water soaked your clothes as you helped him sit on the stool. Satisfied that he wasn’t going to just slide off, you took a moment to undress and throw your soaking clothes outside the shower. You would have usually expected him to throw his hands all over your body the moment your nude form stood before him. That’s how you knew he wasn’t okay, he wasn’t remotely phased by your breasts in grabbing distance.
You watched as the dirt and grime and, what you hoped wasn’t his, blood washed off his body and down the drain. Trails left by the water littered his body allowing the bruises beneath to be even more visible. Around his neck is where you could make out the more angry-looking bruises, making you inhale and fight back tears. You couldn’t cry right now, you had to be the rock he needed. Grabbing your bottle of soap that you knew he loved the smell of, you lathered a washcloth and slowly but gently dragged it across his shoulders.
The lump in your throat continued to grow as more and more of his skin was cleaned and revealed. You’d studied every inch of him before he’d left and the sheer number of new cuts and scars made your heart almost shatter. After nearly ten minutes of silent washing, you finally broke the silence.
“When I was Omega’s age I watched my parents be killed in front of me.” You felt him tense beneath your hand. A subtle sign that he was listening. You continued to wash his back and arms as you spoke. “We traveled a lot when I was a child. Been to almost every major planet in the galaxy. Naboo, Taris, Alderaan, and especially Coruscant. That was always my favorite place to go since my aunt lived there. My father always wanted me to have a worldly view of everything. Didn’t want some random guy to try and convince me that Tattoine was some magical great place to sweep me off my feet.” He shifted beneath your hands and you could swear you heard a small chuckle leave him. “Mom used the trips as a chance to research new styles and we also used the time to get supplies for the island. We spent more time off the planet than we did on Pabu. It was great. I loved being in the stars and seeing all the galaxy had to offer. My father was even showing me how to fly our ship.” The lump in your throat felt like it was the size of a grapefruit. “It was…one of those magical trips where I lost everything.” Moving around to the front of him, you knelt and began to run the soapy cloth over his thick legs. “We were returning from Coruscant with a whole cargo full of fabric and supplies the island needed. I guess someone must have seen us loading because they attacked us as soon as we left Coruscant's jurisdiction. My father let me take over flying as soon as we were away from the other ships. I guess he thought we would be safe since we were still around Coruscant. He was wrong.”
“They were pirates…and slave traders.” You froze for a moment remembering the oil and dirt smell on one of them. His leg shifted slightly against your touch, hopefully, that meant he was still listening. “Their ship was larger and faster than ours. They docked and forced the airlock open. My mother didn’t even have time to scream before they’d put a blaster shot through her head. My father tried to protect me but they just shot his leg. They forced him to watch as their leader inspected the cargo…and me.” A shiver ran down your spine at the phantom feeling of the scaled fingers of the pirate lord. “Only after their leader was satisfied that I was…pure, did he offer my father the chance to sell me to him. When my father refused.” Your grip around the washcloth tightened and you forced down the terrified sob trying to escape. “They put a blaster in his mouth and…and made him choose. His life for my freedom. Or they’d force my father to watch as they each…” your voice cracked as you forced out the word. “Polluted me.” Wrecker's leg jerked slightly and you felt his heel slide around one of your legs, holding you close in his own way. “They lied to him. He hadn’t even been dead for a second before they were discussing how much I could sell for. A pure youngling. What pervert could resist that? I’d sell for millions they said, if not billions if they found the right buyer. They were about to load me onto their ship when someone blew up their ship. It was a Jedi, back when they protected everyone instead of leading a war.” Beneath your grip, Wrecker adjusted once more. This time he’d moved the stool closer to you, trying to be the looming safety you once told him he was.
The washcloth was lowered from him and you settled onto your heels. Avoiding his gaze, if he was even looking at you, you continued. “I don’t remember his name, the Jedi who saved me, just that he was a Nautolan with green skin, like his saber. He helped me get home, I don’t know what happened to our ship and I’ve never left the planet since then.” You visibly shook off the weight of your tale before standing up and moving to rinse the suds off of him. “Phee took me in after it happened. She and my Aunt planned the funeral and anything dealing with the array of the pirates. The Jedi had killed all but two and the leader. They were tried for their crimes and executed from what my Aunt told me. I didn’t go to the execution or anything that would have made me leave the planet. During that time I…I wasn’t good. I had nightmares about failing to fly my parents to safety. Or that if I hadn’t begged to fly, my father would have seen them and maybe we would have escaped. Most importantly I just hated myself. Why did I get to live while the two people who’d given me life, raised me, and where all around good people have to die while I was forced to live? Why didn’t he just kill me then and there? Those and hundreds more questions filled every space they could find in my mind. I barely ate or drank or slept and Phee began to worry. It was a year before I even stepped foot into my own home again. All I wanted to do..was die. That's all my mind kept telling me to do. Die, stop being a burden on Phee and the others. They had enough on their plates without also having to worry about some teen who couldn’t even save her parents. To me, I was useless and a failure.” You clicked the water off with a sigh before walking around Wrecker and grabbing one of the two towels you’d set outside the shower. “It took me finally talking to Phee and the island doctor to fully handle what happened and even then I wasn’t back to normal right away. It took time just to realize that I had people who wanted to be there for me and help me. That I wasn’t useless…or weak.”
The towel was wrapped around your torso before you pulled the other one into the shower and pulled him to standing. “I don’t know what happened out there and I’m not going to force you to tell me. I just want you to know that I am here to listen when you’re ready to talk.” Carefully, you wrapped the towel around his waist and secured it. “And that no matter what, you are not weak, you are not useless and…” you lifted his hand to your cheek and kissed his palm. “Oh Wrecker, you are so very loved.”
His thumb ran across your cheekbone slowly, wiping a few stray tears from your skin. It was his silent way of telling you he’d heard you and you’d take it for now. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.” He followed you obediently to your bed where you instructed him to lay down. The blanket was pulled over him while you placed a sweet kiss on his cheek. “I'm going to check on Omega. Please get some sleep.” If he was ready to talk in the morning then that’s when you’d talk. But for now, he just deserved to sleep in the safety of your home. “I’ll be back soon.” His hand reached out and grabbed yours as you turned to leave.
“Thank you.” Was all that came from him before his eyes began to close and he relaxed slightly into the comfort of your bed. He wasn’t too sure if he’d sleep that night, he truly couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept peacefully, but knowing you were close and being surrounded by your scent would be enough to help him right now.
You stood in the doorway and watched him for a little bit. “I’m glad you’re home.” Even if he’d returned to you under the worst of circumstances. He was home and now it was your job to guide him through this. You carefully let the door shut and turned your focus to what you could do to help.
-*-
3 hours later
“Wrecker!”
Omega’s scream had you sprinting from your room to hers in an instant. Worried that she’d wake her sleeping brother. “Hey, hey. It’s ok.” You cooed to her softly while entering her room and approaching the bed. The still damp and frazzled hair of hers let you know that she’d showered and you could make out a sandwich missing two small bites. So she’d eaten some of the sandwich and taken a few sips out of the water you’d placed down.
“Where’s Wrecker?” Her brown eyes darted side to side for a moment, worry settling into her.
How much had she seen out there? What had she gone through to be this terrified? “He’s ok. He’s asleep in our bed.” You held your hand out to her. “Do you want to go check?” When she nodded, you forced a smile and led the way. Her hand held yours tightly during the short walk, perhaps worried this was all a dream. You poked your head in first to make sure the clone was covered before opening it more for her to see.
She quietly took a peek and sighed when she saw him asleep with an almost peaceful look on his face. “Has he said anything yet?”
“No. But that’s ok.” You crossed your arms and leaned against the doorway. “When any of you are ready to talk about what happened, I’ll be here.”
Omega stepped towards Wrecker and noticed you’d left the same tray of food for him. The only difference between her and him was that he’d eaten more of his sandwich than she had. “Don’t you want to know?” She whispered before running her finger across her brother's cheek. She took in his Lula tightly against his chest. So he’d left it with you, that made sense.
“I do.” Shrugging as you pushed off the doorframe and made your way over to her, you ran your fingers carefully through her hair. “But forcing any of you to talk about it before you’re ready would just make things worse.” Your voice was low while you spoke, not wanting to wake your sleeping giant. Taping your lips, you motioned for her to follow you out of the room.
“Oh.” She hadn’t expected that. When she first arrived at Mount Tantiss, Hemlock, and Nala Se had wanted to know everything up until that point. Though Omega had omitted Pabu. Opting to choose some outer rim planet she’d seen on the star chart. The door closed with a quiet hiss behind her and she took the opportunity to rub her arm. “Could I tell you what happened?”
You’d turned to head to the kitchen to get her more water when she’d asked her question. Fighting the urge to automatically say yes, you instead thought for a moment. “Is that what you want to do?” When she shyly nodded, you took a breath. “Ok, well I think we’ll need some hot chocolate first.”
-*-
Wrecker woke up in the early morning of the following day in a sleepy haze. How long had he slept? Wasn’t the sun just barely down when you’d all returned to your home? Turning in the bed, he expected to see you peacefully next to him. But you weren’t. Wrecker sat up quickly and looked around as the fear began to set in him. Where were you? “Sarad?” His eyes caught a pair of pajama pants on the edge of the bed with his 99 shirt. You must have left them for him.
The floor creaked beneath his feet as he stepped out of the room and towards the main area. The faint smell of caf and chocolate lingered in the air as early morning rays of the sun streamed through your curtains. On the couch, curled up into your side was Omega while you slept sitting up. Two half-drunk cups sat on the table near your feet as well as a tray of cookies, crumbs indicating that some had been removed. You looked so at peace with his sister curled into you, your protective arm holding her close. It was hard to believe that you’d been through so much and yet you now seemed like the happiest person he knew.
He’d heard everything you’d shared the night before, every dark and painful truth about what had happened to you and your parents. To know that you’d been so deep into the darkness, so lost to your thoughts that you’d stated that you wanted to die. It channeled something within him, pulled him from whatever daze he’d been lured into by his dark thoughts. If you could use the support of those around you to pull through this then maybe he could. It had been a thought that had raced through his mind all night. His dreams and nightmares were littered with conflicting thoughts of good and bad. That he was weak and useless against the knowledge that he was strong and needed.
“You are so very loved.”
What did you mean by that? Did that mean you loved him? That you were in love with him? When his sleep wasn’t being attacked by these conflicting thoughts, they were about you and how you cared for him so deeply. How you’d bathed him and fed him and cared for him when he felt at his absolute lowest. You were his rock.
“Mesh’la?” Wrecker sat next to you on the couch and gently stroked your cheek. A hum left your lips as your head turned and faced his. His heart fluttered at the sight of your precious eyes staring at him. That warmth and safety within them pulled him close once more. All around you that air of calmness drowned the twisting, swirling chaos of the darkness within him. “Hello, gorgeous.”
You hadn’t expected to see him up and about so soon, but waking to that cinnamon eye staring at you with love and adoration made you so unbelievably happy. “Wrecker.” He hummed at the way you sighed his name and your heart beat faster. “Welcome home.”
Home. It was hard to think that he had a home again. After the fall of Kamino, he hadn’t thought it possible to find a place to call home where he felt as safe and calm as he did with you. To know you called this place his home made a light inside him glow. “I’m sorry…” his words were cut by your hand cupping his cheek and stroking it gently.
“Don’t apologize. Omega told me what she could.” Before the poor thing broke down and cried herself to sleep. “When you’re ready. I’ll be here to listen.” Wrecker leaned forward and kissed your cheek gently before asking if you two could speak outside. Nodding, you carefully extracted Omega from your side and laid her down on the couch before covering her up.
He watched the way you stroked her hair and ensured she was comfortable. The motherly way you fawned over the girl and adjusted things around the couch and table so that she could be more comfortable. This was what having a home was like, wasn’t it? Someone waiting there for them that cared about them more than anything. Someone who looked out for them and listened to their woes?
Wrecker took your hand and led you to the private courtyard where the early morning sun warmed you against the cool morning dew. Seeing him out of bed and speaking to you was a sign that you’d gotten through to him a little. You placed your hands on the cool, wet stones of the wall and waited for him to speak. Instead, his strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close, his face burying into your neck and inhaling your scent. A long sigh left you as you savored the feeling of him being close once more. “I missed you so much, Wrecker.” Your heart clenched as the words left you. So much fear and anxiety over what was happening to him out there was breaking free from you and you were doing all you could to keep from crying.
But of course, he saw through you.
“I’m sorry it took so long to get back to you. That I didn’t message you to let you know what was happening.” He felt you shift in his arms and your jaw moved to say something. Squeezing your side, he stopped the words so he could continue. “I should have been honest with you about what had happened and our plan moving forward. When we lost Tech it felt like everything had come crashing down. That everything I’ve known since I could walk was suddenly wrong. I wasn’t strong enough, I wasn’t brave enough, I didn’t catch him.” You wiggled in his arms and turned to face him, your sweet eyes watering as you listened to him. “Then the person we went to for help betrayed us and we lost Omega and it just reaffirmed that I wasn’t able to keep the ones I cared for safe.” His thumb ran across your cheek slowly, moving the tears away. “It made me worried that I wouldn’t be able to keep you safe as well.”
“Those thoughts are powerful, aren’t they?” You nuzzled into his hand and savored the feeling of his touch.
Wrecker nodded before continuing. “I felt it the most yesterday when we neared Pabu. When I realized that we’d need to tell Chai what happened…and you. I couldn’t face you being disappointed in me. I made a promise to keep you and everyone else safe…I failed, Stitches.” His hand slipped into yours and held it tight. “But then last night, you said so much that made me realize how I hadn’t failed, that it was my brain telling me I had.” Pulling you into his arms, he hugged you. “Thank you for sharing with me what happened. It made me feel like you understand what’s happening in here.” He tapped the side of his head. “Will you…continue to stay by my side? I don’t think I’m back to normal yet.”
So he had heard you last night. Your words had gotten through to him and you’d finally shared your story with him. His request made you smile softly. “Oh my love, I’ll always be by your side. However long it takes.” Your hand rested above his heart and for a moment you thought you felt it beat faster.
‘My love’ there were those words again. His forehead pressed against yours as he closed his eyes. “I love you.” He hadn’t meant to say it so suddenly. But the way you called him ‘My love’ just unlocked something within him. Yes, he was your love and you were his. He wouldn’t leave Pabu again, not without you.
A surprised giggle left you while he nuzzled against your forehead. “Hey, I was supposed to say that first. I’ve been planning on saying it for weeks now.” But it did feel amazing to hear him say it.
Wrecker chuckled softly while brushing his lips against yours. “Do you want me to take it back so you can say it first?”
You quickly shook your head while biting your lip. “No way. You’ll just have to think of a way to make it up to me.”
“Oh, I could think of a few ways.” Wrecker nipped at your bottom lip while lifting you off the ground.
“Are you two going to kiss?” Omega's voice broke the romantic air around the two of you. She’s been woken up by the loss of warmth from your body. “Does ‘I love you’ mean you two are going to get married now?”
“Omega!” Wrecker shook his head. Apparently, Omega had also been dipping into Hunter's romance holos. He pressed his lips against yours for a moment, savoring the early morning taste of your lips. Lips that he’d missed so much while he was gone. How could he truly think the owner of these lips would think him weak or a failure? After a few delicious moments against your lips, he pulled away. “Sorry about her.”
Your head spun from the way he kissed you. How those strong arms held you off the ground so easily and how it felt like every nerve in your body was reactivating after being in a long sleep. “It’s ’Kay.” Was mumbled from you as you tried to stop yourself from taking his lips back into yours. Making out in front of his sister wasn’t exactly on your list of things to do. He set you back down on the ground where you stumbled slightly before regaining your footing. With a quick fix of your hair, you cleared your throat and hoped that your cheeks weren’t too red. “It just means that we care about one another a lot.”
“And that we need to go over what Tech says about listening’ to other people’s conversations.” Wrecker bit his lip as he realized what he’d said. The last thing he wanted to do was remind the fragile child that he was gone. “Omega…”
“It’s ok.” She moved across the grass and stood next to the two of you. “Tech would have lectured me about how it’s not ok to eavesdrop and that it tends to lead to misunderstandings or hurt feelings.” The young blonde's throat began to tighten, tears trying to force their way out of her. Your smooth hand slid into hers making her look up at you.
There was a hitch to her voice that let you know she was fighting the urge to cry. “It’s okay to cry.” Brown eyes stared into yours, surprise resting inside of them. “It’s okay to yell, scream, punch something, and even swear. Though, maybe do that here only, don’t need to freak poor Hunter out. No matter what, it’s better than holding it all in and letting it build up.” You led her over to the chairs and motioned for her to sit down. When she did, you continued. “It took me weeks to talk about what happened when my parents died. During that time I became angry at the ones who just wanted to help me. One day I stubbed my toe in Phee’s kitchen and I just…collapsed. Everything came rushing out of me. I screamed and cried and broke a fair number of plates that I’m still paying her back for. After I had calmed down though, I realized how much lighter I felt. Keeping it all bottled up was making me heavier and angrier.”
“Every time I hear his name I start to get sad again.” Her small thumb stroked the back of yours while she looked at your hands. “Will that ever go away?” You mentioned your parents a lot and didn’t seem too upset when you did. How long would it be until she got to that point?
You hummed in thought for a moment before nodding. “It’s different for everyone. It took me a long time to hear my parents name or even look at pictures of them. Most days are good and I can easily talk about them with others or think about the good times. But I still have some bad days. If I walk by my father's favorite fishing spot or smell something that reminds me of my mother's perfume I’ll have a moment.” Large thick fingers threaded through your free hand and held it gently.
Omega wondered how long it would take for her to reach that point. To be able to step foot on the marauder without breaking down. She missed her brother so much. Sure he was hard on her when it came to her studies, but she always knew he just wanted her to be smart. “Other than that, you’re ok?” She watched you shift awkwardly.
“Well…yes and no.” Omega raised an eyebrow to your response and you realized it was time to be honest. “Because of what happened, I developed a fear…of starships.” You swallowed. “I haven’t left the planet since my parents' death.”
“Not even once?” The blonde's eyes widened at the new information. “You’ve never wanted to leave?” She wasn’t entirely sure what had happened to make you afraid to leave the planet, but as someone who never left her home until recently, she found it hard to believe you never wanted to leave.
You pulled your hands from both Omega and Wrecker before slapping your thighs and standing up. “Oh I’ve wanted to leave, but every time I step on a ship I begin to panic and have to step off.” It was hard to explain to a child, even one as brilliant as Omega, it was all so delicate.
Wrecker had remembered you stating you hadn’t left the planet since their death, but he hadn’t realized it was due to fear and not desire. After what happened though, could he blame you? He couldn’t bring your parents back or get revenge on the pirates who’d killed them. But perhaps he could help in other ways. “How about we continue this later?” He stood and walked behind you, his arm circling your waist and pulling you close. “I’m starving and have missed the best food in the galaxy.”
Stars, bless this man for changing the topic. A lump had formed in your throat throughout the entirety of this conversation and you had found yourself drawn to that edge of sadness once more. But you hadn’t wanted to make this day about your sadness. You’d wanted to make it about getting them to be a little bit better. “I put the rest of your clothes in your room last night, Omega. How about you go try one of the outfits on? Wrecker and I need to wash up before I start cooking.”
“Is that code for you two wanting some alone time?” Why couldn’t the adults just say they wanted alone time? Why did they have to be so cryptic about it? “You know, one day I’ll be old enough to talk with the adults too.”
“You will, and when that happens we’ll have lots to talk about.” Your hand ran against her cheek gently. “I’ll even braid your hair like I did that day at the beach if you want me to?”
Well, she did like how her hair looked that day. “Fine.” With a huff, she crossed her arms and headed back into the house.
Only once he was sure she was gone did Wrecker decide to speak, though it was more like a whisper. “I’m afraid of heights.” He held you close as he shared his fear with you. You’d shared yours and it only seemed right. “Not the height itself, but the fall that could happen.”
“I figured.” Your arms snaked around his waist and held him close. “Thanks for changing the topic. Thought I’d be ok, guess I was wrong.”
Wrecker nuzzled your cheek while threading his fingers through your hair. “Just shows that you're still healing as well.”
You hadn’t realized it the night before, but he hadn’t shaved in a while and now his stubble was tickling your skin. “Thank the stars I have you here to help me then.” Raising your hand to his cheek, you let your fingers dance against his stubble. “I like this.”
He’d be here to help you however he could, just like you’d vowed to be there for him. “Yeah? Think I should keep it?” He rubbed his chin in thought.
Now there was a thought. “Hmmm, maybe. But we should probably make sure I like it everywhere.”
“Think you’ll like it less on the docks?” He wasn't exactly sure he was following her reasoning.
Stars, he was adorable. “We can definitely give it a go down at the docks one night.” A mischievous grin crossed your lips as you pulled him down and into a kiss. “But I was thinking we should try it out in the bedroom first.”
It was like a brick had hit him in the head. “Oh,” that made so much sense now that he thought about it. He lifted you into his arms easily, your legs wrapping around his waist, while pressing his lips against yours. “Anywhere in particular you were thinking about in there?” He watched you bite your lip in excitement, the gesture causing him to realize how loose-fitting the pajama pants truly were. “Better hope Omega is in her room.” A growl came from him as he tried to adjust himself.
“Put me down and I’ll go check.” You wiggled against him but froze when you felt something rub against your heat. “Oh.”
You were the only thing blocking his growing member from view. “I just realized how long it’s been since I came with you.” His lips ran against your ear making you shiver in his arms. Wrecker loved knowing he had this effect on you.
It had been almost a month since your last call with each other. After being told Hunter and the others knew about what happened, it had made things awkward. Your head fell forward and rested against his neck as he continued to nip at your ear. “I’ve been dying to feel you in me again.” His big hand squeezed your ass making you moan into his neck, your teeth dragging against his skin. His hips rolled against you and you whined softly.
Wrecker moved far faster than he thought possible as he carried you towards the bedroom, only glancing briefly around the living room and hallway to see if Omega was around. The shut door to the girl's room let him know she was in there currently. Your door shut with a hiss before the click of the lock could be heard. “Now, be a good girl and be as silent as a mouse. Don’t want ‘mega to hear those cute little noises you make.”
Something about the way he demanded you be a good girl had you turning to absolute putty in his hands as he deposited you onto the bed. The tent in his pants left very little to the imagination with how loose you’d made them. You licked your lips in anticipation of the fun about to happen but a flash in his eyes made your head clear for a moment. “Wrecker?”
The large clone was in the process of crawling up the bed towards you when he heard the trepidation in your voice. “Are you okay?”
“I was going to ask you the same thing. We don’t..” His lips pressed against yours to silence you. It wasn’t a kiss like he usually gave you, filled with sweetness and love. This was a kiss of desperation filled with the need to be grounded. For something to be in his control and go right. “Take what you need, my love.”
His lips brushed against your skin and peppered needy kisses from your ear to your throat. Fingers pulled at the shirt you wore, desperation radiating off of him with each kiss. You rubbed your leg against the inside of his, drawing a low growl that made your pussy clench. The cool air of your room hit your skin as Wrecker nearly ripped your shirt off, your shorts following soon after. You whimpered beneath his touch, the feeling almost animalistic.
“Love this body.” Wrecker kissed the dip in your throat before moving to the valley between your breasts. “Love your breasts.” He kissed each one to emphasize his words. “Love your laugh.” His lips brushed the sensitive skin of your stomach, making you giggle softly. “Love your kriffin scent.” His face found the space between your legs and without hesitation, he buried his face within the safety of your thighs. He inhaled deeply and felt his cock twitch at the needy scent of your heat. “And this pussy. Kriff. This pussy is everything I’ve dreamed about. I fucking love it so much.” He dragged his tongue slowly across your lips causing you to gasp and writhe beneath him. His hand rested on your stomach, holding you down before he removed himself from between your legs. Large brown eyes stared up at you for a moment before he crawled up your body and kissed you once more. “Most importantly, I love you.”
You could taste yourself on his lips and it turned you on so much. How were you supposed to be silent when he kissed and licked you so perfectly? Fuck, how would you be silent when he started fucking you! Your arms wrapped around his neck and held his face close to yours while you stared into his adoring eye. When he said he loved you it just did something to your heart. Your nails trailed across the nape of his neck, stroking the tender flesh as you pulled him into another deep kiss. Tongues danced with one another while he rutted against you, your taste continuing to make you squirm. “I love you, Wrecker. So much.” Was whispered between light kisses.
Wrecker could listen to you tell him how much you loved him all day, every day. His hand gripped yours above your head and squeezed it tightly for a moment before he lowered himself to the glistening prize between your legs once more. “Now, let’s see if you’ll enjoy this.” A long lick was pressed against your folds before he fully buried his face within. His arms moved under your thighs and pulled your legs tight around his head causing his stubble to rub your skin.
“Fuuuck” was all you could manage to drawl as the stimulation from his stubble and his tongue drove you absolutely mad. You felt his tongue stop moving, making you whine at the sudden stillness. “W-why?”
He placed a nip against the delicate flesh of your inner thigh. “Told ya to be quiet, Sarad. Every time ya get too loud, I’ll stop.”
It was so unfair! How did he expect you to be so quiet when his tongue was so wonderful? “Please.” You tried to squeak the words out in hushed tones. He nipped the inside of your thigh once more, making your hand fly to your mouth to suppress the desperate cry that escaped.
“Much better.” Grumbled from the clone as he returned his lips to yours. He suckled your clit for a moment, savoring the way you squirmed against his hold.
The way he sucked and licked you was nearly pushing you over your edge already. The added stimulation from his growing beard was almost too much. You cried and moaned into your wrist as you bit the flesh trying to silence yourself. He was just too amazing at what he was doing and the moment that tongue of his slipped into your cunt, you were done. You clenched and wailed around his tongue as you orgasmed for the first time in nearly a month. It was intense and blinding and even though he said he would stop if you became too loud, he didn’t. He allowed you to come in a muffled scream that was probably just a dash too loud, but fuck if you cared. All that mattered right now was savoring and riding the delicious high he was sending through you.
Maker, did he love it when you clenched around him. Whether it was his tongue, fingers, or his cock. Whenever you did it it made him feel amazing. But he was a weak man and his own needs were growing uncomfortable. He lapped at your release like a man dying of dehydration, so sweet and explosive on his tongue. Light years better than anything he’d tasted before, even his precious Mantell mix. Sitting back on his heels, he wiped the slick from his beard before licking the essence from his fingers with one hand while the other began to untie his pants. “Let’s see if you can stay quiet while ya take my cock, goddess.”
You watched in hungry desire as he stood from the bed and pulled his pants off, his shirt following right after. His cock bounced with each step he took back to you making you squirm in anticipation. Raising your hand towards him, you moved to grab his cock and offer your assistance. But he grabbed your hand and pinned it above your head easily. “Might need your help staying quiet.” You wiggled and whined as the head of his cock teased your entrance. Already your desire was growing at the thought of him finally being inside you. There was something about the length and girth of him that just hit everything right.
Wrecker smirked while hiking your thighs around his waist. He leaned over your torso and pressed a hard kiss to your lips. His hand snaked down between your bodies and played with your bud for a moment, eliciting more muffled whines from you. “Such sexy little noises from these lovely lips.” Grabbing his cock, he rubbed the tip against your release and lubed himself up before pressing against your entrance. “Not a sound, Sarad. Be a good girl and you’ll get all of this.”
“Mmmm. Stop teasing.” Left you in a begging whisper. He only smirked at you while slowly, almost painfully slow, he pushed into you. Grunts and moans left you both as he slowly stretched you, the pain turning into pleasure with each gentle thrust. Even when he was desperate, he was gentle. Within moments he was bottoming out inside of you, filling you to the brim with just his cock and you swore your belly was bulging from it. Wrecker moved his hand to your cheek and gently stroked the smooth skin as he allowed you to adjust to his size.
“Okay?” He knew his size was big and no matter how many times the two of you fucked you would still need time to adjust to him. While he gave you a moment, he took the time to admire your sweet face. The way your lips curved so you always looked like you were smiling and how your eyes stared into his eyes with absolute love. Maker, he’d never get over how incredibly stunning you were and how much you cared for him. After a moment, you nodded and shifted closer to him. Indicating that you were ready for him to continue. “Not gonna lie to ya. Just being inside this tight pussy of yours already has me close. Been far too long without ya.”
You loved how honest he was being with you. “Trust me.” A whimper left you as he pulled away slowly just to sink back in with a loud thump. Your bodies slapped against one another and you swore it was loud enough for the girl to hear. “You being in me is already driving me close.” He thrust into you as you finished your sentence making you gasp loudly. His hand flew to your mouth to quiet you and it felt like something new was suddenly unlocked.
Wrecker watched through lidded eyes as you suddenly took the hand covering your mouth, turned it slightly, and took three of his fingers into your mouth. His eyes fluttered as your tongue began to work his fingers like you were working his cock. “Fuck, Sarad. That’s right. Suck on these fingers, keep that pretty mouth n-nice and bu-“ his words cut off as your pussy clenched around him sending a wave of pleasure through his system. Between the stimulation of your tongue on his sensitive fingertips and your pussy holding him just right, he was about to fall over the edge and cum.
“Ah. W-Wrecker.” He was hitting that spot inside you just right. The words left you in a quiet garbled mess thanks to the fingers in your throat at this point. The forced silence added to the pleasure building within you and as another garbled cry of pleasure left your lips, you swore you felt his cock twitch inside of you. Large arms wrapped around your body and pulled you into a sitting position with him. Sitting in his lap now, you felt his cock rub that spongy part inside you perfectly making you bounce in his lap in desperation. Thick fingers dug into your side as he helped you with leverage as well as force. Every time you rose off of him, he used his strength to impale you once more.
Something shifted inside Wrecker as he continued to impale you on his cock. The desperation for his release became too much. His arms wrapped around your body and held you close while his speed and ferocity increased. Your face fell into his shoulder where you bit into his flesh in hopes of muffling your ecstasy-filled screams. The feeling of your pussy clenching around him as you orgasmed was enough to push him over his edge and quickly he was cumming with you in a crazed blinding flash. His thrusts stuttered but continued their brutal pace as he pumped you full of his seed, wanting every drop possible to cover your walls.
You moaned as the pleasure became pain from the overstimulation he’d given you. “W-wrecker. Ah.” His face was in the crook of your neck and you could hear him muttering something repetitively as he practically fucked his seed out of you. Pushing through the pain, you strained to understand what he was saying and after only a few moments you’re finally we’re able to make sense.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I failed.”
“I need to be stronger.”
“Need to protect you. To deserve you.”
The words were repeated until you stroked the back of his head and softly cooed his name. It was like he was broken out of whatever trance he’d been in. Wrecker looked down at his lap and inhaled sharply at the obscene mess there. Combined release soaked his legs and your thighs while drops of blood littered your sides where he’d been gripping you fiercely earlier. “Sarad, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He moved to pull away from you and give you space. But your ankles locked behind his back and held him close. “Please… I’ve…I’ve hurt you.”
“All the more reason for you to stay still and make it better.” You stroked the side of his cheek carefully while trying to get him to look at you. “Wrecker, I’m ok. Tender. But I’m ok.”
He couldn’t look at you right now, not after being as rough as he had been with you. “B-but. You’re bleeding.” Moving his thumb to your side, he stroked one of the nail punctures. You winced slightly and his heart dropped. He’d hurt you when he was supposed to be protecting and loving you. Gentle fingers wiped away a few of the tears that had escaped his eyes. He hadn’t realized he’d started crying
“I bleed a lot from work and other reasons. I’m ok, my love. I promise.” Your nose ran across the tip of his trying to get him to make eye contact with you. When he finally looked at you, you smiled softly. “I will say that sex may have to wait a few more days. Think I’ll be unable to sit for a while.” He opened his mouth to apologize once more but you raised a finger to his lips, silencing him. “But I loved every moment of it.” His bottom lip quivered as you continued to speak. “You deserve me, Wrecker.”
So you had heard him while he was in his trance. You stated that he deserved you and it broke something within him making him crumble into your shoulder. Cries and sobs shook from the gentle giant still slotted between your legs, your hands rubbing his back the entire time. “He was right there. If I had been stronger I could have pulled him up. I could have saved him.”
Omega had told you what little she knew about what had happened before Tech had fallen. “You were being fired at by enemies. The tram was about to fall. You did all you could.” Wrecker shook in your arms and you shushed him softly. He needed to get this out of his system, to do what you’d told Omega to do earlier. Cry.
He tried to listen to your words and truly understand what you were saying. But the darkness in his mind was telling him that he’d failed his brother and your friend. Your poor friend who’d never get to know how much Tech cared for her. Whose scream of anguish he’d never get out of his head.“But Chai…”
“Chai will understand with time. She’s hurt right now, as we all are, but she understood the risk you were all putting yourselves in. Just like I did.” Leaving back, you pulled his head from your shoulder and stroked his cheek once more. “That’s why we care for you so much and why I love you. You’re soldiers and protectors who put those you care for first.” You pressed your forehead against his and hummed for a moment. “Please. Take what you need from me to help you.” All you wanted at this point was to give him whatever support you could.
Wrecker sighed against your forehead, his nose brushing against the tip of yours. “All I need right now is for you to be safe.”
Your lips pressed against his in one of the most passionate kisses you’d shared with him so far. It made your eyes flutter and your heart skip a beat. His hands cradled your face protectively as he finally freed you from his grasp, a few shaky sobs leaving him still. This wonderful, sweet, perfect man was being so vulnerable in your arms right now. Gentle fingers rubbed his tears away as you pulled back and smiled at him with tears in your eyes. “With you here, I am safe.”
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Silly little idea/hc about Q!Fit and rock climbing.
In 2b2t, it was mainly something he did to get away from people. It's very common to get chased in 2b2t, and at times it could be hard to traverse the landscape, especially the areas that were covered with lavacasts and near spawn. There's not always enough time to get put your elytra, especially with how it makes your chest area vulnerable, so being able to maneuver around difficult terrain was a necessary skill- one Fit was particularly good at.
Not many people take the time to learn it- it requires a lot of upper body strength and co-ordination, theres also a chance of falling and taking unnecessary damage and it leaves you vulnerable to end crystal attacks if you're not fast enough - but Fit has perfected the art of rock climbing. Whenever he's in a tough spot, he always manages to get away by climbing some nearby mountain or lavacast, putting enough distance between him and his pursuers to get his elytra on and make a speedy escape.
Sometimes, when he knows he's alone or he's far out enough, he likes to climb the highest lavacast he can find. The exercise is good when you're not under the threat of dying, and the satisfaction of getting to the top is one of the few things Fit enjoyed a lot about 2b2t. There's also some killer views you can get, and we all know how Fit likes his cinematic shots- it reminds him that even in 2b2t, the oldest, most chaotic place on earth, there's good things to see and experience. There's something to live for, something worth fighting for.
(But no matter how beautiful it looks, he can never see the end of 2b2t. He can never see a way out. But he can wonder, imagine and hope that maybe one day, he'll see what's beyond the hellhole he calls home. Maybe.)
In Quesadilla Island, he doesn't really get to do it as much. There's not much time, there's so many new people and places (and threats) and things to do that he hasn't gone rock climbing. He also doesn't feel as much of a need to- in 2b2t, it was an escape for him, however brief. And slowly but surely, he's stopped running away, he's moving forward, trying to keep up with the sudden change of pace Quesadilla Island has bought.
But now, after purgatory, after the entire ordeal of losing the eggs for months and finally getting them back, after the black concrete after the rebellion-
Maybe, he can take a little break. Maybe, he can slow down for a few days. His son is safe, no one is actively hurting or hunting them just yet- its the calm before the storm, he knows, but just this one time, maybe he wants to savour it. A new chapter is starting, but for now... he'll stay where he is and stay in the moment. Let himself appreciate everything around him, everything he's been through and everything that will come.
He deserves a little rest, I think.
#WOOOOOOOOOH its been a while since ive done one of these#HOW HAVE WE BEEN PEOPLE#my brain has been dead for like 2 months but im slowly recovering lol ;)#it was fun doing this again#i was watching bojack horseman with my sister when all of a sudden qFit entered my brain again#ive missed the dude#hope he has a good rock climbing trip#will miss him tho HOW DARE HE LEAVE FOR A WE-#im normal i promise#qsmp fit#qsmp fitmc#fitmc#fitmc of 2b2t#q fitmc
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My Boss: Chapter 4
Chapter Summary: Your dreams seem to become reality when Joel's return leads to a steamy makeout session. But are both of you really okay with crossing the line?
Smut/fluff. Joel Miller x f!reader
Your body, your mind and everything in between was ignited with passion. You reciprocated Joel's advances but it took your brain an extra few seconds to catch up and comprehend what was going on.
The familiar taste of spearmint filled your mouth again as Joel's tongue massaged yours. It was almost as if you were watching it all happen from another realm. Kissing him so passionately felt unreal; like a dream. A dream you'd had on many occasions.
You gasped and you lips left his for less than a second when you realized he'd picked you up off the ground. It caused your arms and legs to wrap more securely around Joel's body before your lips crashed back against his.
Is this really happening? You wondered if you'd wake up panting alone in your bed if you pinched yourself.
"Mmm, Joel." You whimpered against his lips when he crossed through the doorway into the downstairs bedroom with you in his arms.
His lips made a smacking sound as they left yours. It made your eyes flutter open. You couldn't take it if he stopped. Not again.
Joel whispered to you in the darkness. His lips brushed against yours as he spoke. "Can we do this?"
You weren't sure what he meant. Could you do this or not because he was your boss? Or was he simply asking for formal permission? Something else? Regardless, the answer was yes.
"I want you," you whispered back, running a hand through his thick hair and grasping firmly onto the back of his head. "For so long."
Your sentences were choppy and unfinished but it's all the words your mind could manage to spit out. But it was enough.
Joel's deep breath fell across your parted mouth. You didn't know who initiated it but he kissed you hard again, running his hands up your back as he did and lifting your shirt up high past your shoulder blades. A second later you were ducking out of it and the piece of fabric fell to the floor.
In the same time frame Joel peeled off his shirt and when your bodies collided again your fingers worked tirelessly at the button on the front of his shorts. You were needy and impatient. Each time you failed to undo it your body reacted, putting the pressure on you to release him from the shackles of his clothing.
"Fuck," you finally whispered, looking down. For the first time you recognized the tremble of your fingers. Adrenaline was pushing you over the edge and you craved every second of it.
Joel's hands took over where yours had been and he successfully undid his pants.
His tented boxer briefs left your body aching. You needed this man. Now. You had needed him for months or longer.
Joel pawed at the front of your bra and sunk down an inch or two to engulf the center of your left breast in his mouth.
You moaned. There was no holding back. This was almost too much to handle. Almost. Your fingers tangled in the wavy locks of dark hair on the back of his head. His heavy breaths made your entire body feel hot.
When you felt his hands shove down your shorts, gripping your thighs as he did, it was checkmate. You were his and nothing could reel this act back in.
Joel's hand slipped down the front of your best panties, the ones you had put on an hour ago when you thought all of this was just a fantasy that would remain in your head. He kissed you to time the movement of his fingers down your center before carefully pushing two of them inside you.
"Ughh." You parted your legs wider to give him access. Your thighs were burning with heat and beginning to shake as he fingered you. The movements he made oozed with experience and left you grasping his muscular forearm when you couldn't take it any longer.
"Fuck Joel." It was a whiny curse of his name. The press of his erection against you left your hands wandering, eager to pleasure him in some way to return the favor.
His lips pecked your a few times, slowing the hot and heavy start to your encounter as he eased up and touched you more gently, coating his first two fingers fully with your wetness.
"Lay down," he whispered, pecking your lips again.
You were thankful for the way he dialed it back. The situation left you nearly exploding already and you hadn't even gotten past the foreplay.
Joel's eyes drank in your raw form as you wiggled your panties down, letting them fall past your ankles before obeying his request. The absence of his hands and lips on you suddenly left you feeling needy again; empty almost, though it didn't last long.
You pulled him to you, wrapping your arms around his muscular back as he climbed on top of you on the center of the bed, teasing your naked body with his clothed erection.
When one of your hands traveled down the front of his torso, he gently grabbed you by the wrist before you could go any lower.
"Are you sure you-" He began, but you cut him off right there.
"I'm sure."
You didn't want to give him any reason to doubt this is what you wanted. Later you would appreciate his final bid of concern but now you didn't want to risk losing him.
Joel breathed heavily on top of you. Your eyes met and when you weren't certain he would continue you pulled him back toward you until your lips met again.
He moaned into the kiss this time and you echoed it. This time he allowed your hand to explore him the way he had you.
Wow! you thought as you freed him from his underwear. Joel groaned and shut his eyes when your palm grasped him.
"Mmm, fuck Y/N." Joel rarely cursed and in the moment it turned you on even more. Getting him to that level felt like a badge of honor.
He shoved his boxer briefs down just past his waist line and hooked an arm under one of your legs. You could feel him pushing at your entrance. Without even thinking as you arched your neck back with closed eyes, you desperately moaned the words that you'd been wanting to say to him for the longest time.
"Fuck me Joel." And then added, "Please."
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MitsuSara One Shot: Tsukuyomi x Amaterasu
Summary:Sarada crosses Mitsuki's path and aims to stop him from embracing darkness.
Main Pairing:Mitsuki x Sarada Uchiha
Genre:Fantasy,Sci-fi,Angst
*This is a fanfiction i finished and published on ao3 for valentine's day but since i doubt you clicked on the link to read the first chapter back then two months ago in christmas, i thought of uploading this banger here.
Don't be afraid of commenting. Likes and reblogs are appreciated.*
"The artwork is a christmas gift for me drawn by @scarletofspring . Do not steal/repost/use it without permission!*
Date:Nov.27th 2042
Primordial World
On the endless planet that exists in centre of the boundless creation, There is a boy praying for gods to lend him a power surpassed by no mortal, but those who know this boy are not certain if he is planning to be a savior or bringer of apocalypse. Mitsuki often wonders if he could really fight off the forces of darkness or not.
"Right on time." Mitsuki says an instant after finishing his prayer. Mitsuki looks back over his shouder to meet a person he cherishes more than any other. "I hoped it's Sumire who follows the traces and reaches me. But of course you will be the one who seeks me out."
"Mitsuki..." Sarada stands around 20 meters away from her friend, staring at her friend with crimson eyes that aim to penetrate the heart of the person in front of them in search of answers but fail miserably as the bearer of those eyes is hesitant.
"Been a while,Sarada." Mitsuki turns back. "I missed you dearly." Mitsuki wears a smile but Sarada can clearly feel the sadness that has shook her soulmate to the core.
Sarada wishes to pull Mitsuki in for a warm hug above all else, to weep bloody tears together with him and finally find solace in each other's arms. However, between Mitsuki and her there is an imperceptible barrier that prevents Sarada from reaching for Mitsuki.
Sarada can sense Mitsuki's dangerous thoughts but she knows Mitsuki will never lie to her.
"I felt a void with your absence for so long as well." Sarada looks away,but why?
"Once a person achives great chakra control, they are able to perform astonishing feats. For instance children will surpass adults, the shinobis will become highly resistant to genjutsu and the ninjas would last much longer than their peers with average chakra control. They can also do this..." Mitsuki snaps his fingers, Sarada finsa herself in a peaceful environment with Mitsuki. The seemingly endless dimension that constantly changes colors.
"The ability to enter Astral Plane. Over two thousand years ago, Hagoromo and Hamura Otsutsuki were became the very first individuals to learn perfect understanding on mechanism of chakra which allowed them to evolve in extremely short amounts of time. By the age of 18, they were already 7th dimensional entities with limitless potential who kept ascending until they transcended the boundless creation. They left immeasurable avatars of themselves in each universe, to teach ninshu to all societies. The people learnt to enter this plane and by spending time together, came to settle all the matters and that resulted in global peace in so many worlds. Many of those worlds are free from evil and corrupted, and many other abandoned their beliefs." Mitsuki continues.
Mitsuki approaches Sarada, touching her chest where the heart is located with his index finger. "I don't even need to touch you here if my wish is to reach your heart. I can read all your emotions like an open book if i will it. But let me ask you one thing..." Mitsuki takes Sarada's hand in her's and places it on his chest. "Are you brave enough to put aside all those fears and do what you must do?"
Sarada closes her eyes to concentrate. Mitsuki realizes Sarada is ready to embrace her true feeling therefore he makes it easier for Sarada to read his emotions.
'Sorrow,Grief,Regret,Despair,Relief...and Jealousy...' Sarada thinks, resting her forehead on Mitsuki's chest, shivering as she can feel Mitsuki's feelings to a great degree. "Why?"
"I'm not the only person whose memories had been lost." Mitsuki speaks,which takea Sarada by surprise. "Let me show you what you have forgotten." Mitsuki's right hand finds it's way up to Sarada's left arm, lifting Sarada's chin up with his left hand's forefinger. "There..." Mitsuki points at his right side.
"That's..." Sarada watches a little girl wearing white buttoned shirt, red tie, red skirt and black sandals approaching a healing chamber filled with water, in a room drowned in dim dark blue light. Inside the chamber, there is a naked boy. The girl covers her eyes.
"Why don't you have anything on?" The little girl with red glasses cries as she covers the slight blush on her face.
Sarada's expression turns into an annoyed one as he witnesses that particular scene, dropping her shoulder. "Did you bring me here to piss me off?" Sarada gives Mitsuki a side-eye, which is funny to Mitsuki who chuckles seeing Sarada like this. "Yeah,that was intentional. Showing me my embarassing younger self."
"Just keep watching." Mitsuki utters, patting Sarada on top of her head. Sarada turns her attention to the tiny version of herself.
The little Sarada lowers her hands to see the boy out of sheer curiosity. "Woah..." Little Sarada murmurs, mesmerized by the sight of Little Mitsuki inside the water tank. His pale skin shining, captivating Sarada. 'He reminds me of Sai-san with this snow white look of his. But that white hair...gosh, i wanna fondle with his silky white hair so bad.'
Sarada and Mitsuki each raise an eyebrow when looking at each other. Sarada frowns, Mitsuki smirks.
"Please don't tell me i wasn't the only one who heard those words?" Sarada frets, which has Mitsuki roll in the aisles. Sarada too cracks up the instant she sees Mitsuki being greatly amused
"I always wondered if someone ever liked to play with my hair. That's one of reasons why i let it grow this long because i surmised you would be attracted to me. It seems the old you would've loved to bury her face in my hair." Mitsuki bubbles as he gently punches Sarada on the arm.
"Come on,you look fine as heck!" Sarada insists. "Honestly, i was searching to find the shampoo you use but i could never find it. I bet it is especially made for you, right?" Sarada continues, pinching Mitsuki on arm as she is laughing.
"I asked my parent to make me a super nutrient shampoo with the sweetest scent and after a few days, they came up with the proper formula. That's the whole story." Mitsuki responds. "Now now, don't let all distract you."
"Right." Sarada said.
"What are you looking for,Sarada?" Sasuke says, jumpscaring his little daughter.
"Gah...you know i am unable to sense your presence and keep doing this over and over again." Little Sarada yells, pouting as she folds her arms.
Little Mitsuki opens his eyes, gaining Little Sarada's attention as a result. Staring at Sasuke with his amber eyes, Mitsuki's gaze is devoid of any positive emotion but also not showing any sign of negative thoughts. 'Sasuke...san...'
"It seems this kid could do what you fail to do." Sasuke teases his daughter.
"You mean he woke up because he could sense your aura?" Little Sarada asks her father.
"Yes." Sasuke responds.
"Is he Orochimaru-san's son?" Little Sarada asks her father as he lifts her from the ground to hold her in his arm.
"That's right." Sasuke answered.
"Why is he inside this water tank?"
"Isn't that obvious?"
"How long has he been inside there?"
"Ever since he was born. He can only stay outside of the healing chamber for less than a day and then spends the next couple of days inside it."
"That is awful."
"But it's good for his own sake."
"..."
Sasuke watches her daughter as she reaches for the glass to touch it. Little Mitsuki does the same, pressing his hand against the part of glass where Sarada's hand is touching it.
'What is your name?' Little Mitsuki thinks? interested in the girl who apparently does feel for him.
"When you were born,you too became sick. Your body couldn't handle the powerful chakra you inherited from me. Sakura and I decided to bring you to Orochimaru, who saved your life. You were here, inside the healing chamber. After four months, this boy was born therefore you had a company on your right." Sasuke tells her daughter what he remembers about Mitsuki's birth.
"And?" Sarada turns to Sasuke, with eager eyes waiting for Sasuke to finish his story.
"The kid carries a power matched by none of those in his generation...in your generation. It doesn't mean that you don't have the potential to reach his level, just that he's now a few steps ahead of you and your friends."
"But why has he inherited such absurd level of power?"
"Well,i'm not sure if i can answer this question. It's up to him to decide what to do with this unfathomable might of his. It could be a blessing for the people he comes to love and himself, or a curse that will only bring pain and suffering for everyone he knows. If you are lucky enough, he may end up befriending you."
"Hm..." Little Sarada starts to ponder.
"What do you think,Sarada?" Sasuke asks his daughter in a gentle tune.
'Sarada,huh?' Mitsuki thinks, grateful that he doesn't have to wait for a long time to find the girl's name and that he had learnt some speechreading in the past. 'Why do i care?' He was surprised at himself for being intrigurd after seeing the girl infront of him.
"I think i'd like to spend some time with him. He gives me the vibes of a cool boy. That's my first impression of him, mind you that no other boy seems like him to me."
'She thinks i am cool.' Mitsuki thinks, the words that just came out of Sarada's mouth relieves him.
"Don't you want to know his name?" Sasuke asks his daughter.
"You refused to reveal his indentity, how bold of you to ask me this question." Little Sarada replies, poking on Sasuke's forehead repeatedly which makes Sasuke chuckle. "No,thanks. I will ask the boy the next time i see him outside of the healing chamber. You keep in touch with Orochimaru-san, and then bring me here to see if the boy is as good as he seems or not."
"Fair enough." Sasuke responds. "Shall we leave?"
"Yeah." Little Sarada said as she wrapped her arms around her father's arms who started to walk away from Little Mitsuki's healing chamber. She waves hand at Mitsuki as she begins to carve the lonely boy's image into her mind. 'We will meet again,i promise.' Sarada thinks and the closes her eyes with a sad expression on her face.
"December 29th 2031. A couple of days later..." Mitsuki swings his sword and the thought vanishes to be replaced with another one.
"Ready?Fight!" Karin shouts, declaring the start of Mitsuki's and Sarada's sparing match against each other. The kids charg at each other, five hundred of times faster than speed of light.
Suigetsu is sitting in a corner chewing his fingernails, terrified of of what might happen to Sarada. 'If Mitsuki accidentally messes Sarada up, Sasuke will surely fuck Orochimaru up and we all may be fucked amidst that scary battle which looks more like a massacre to me now that i think of it...'
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk..." Karin is utterly disappointed to see Suigetsu in that condition until she figures what her husband may be thinking at that moment. 'Oh shit!' Karin freaks out.
Yoruza, Suigetsu's and Karin's red haired, pale skinned daughter with violet eyes is sitting close to her father, resting her chind on the palm of her hand. "Dad,get out of this drama king mood of your's and be the badass man you usually are."
Seina Shakudo; Orochimaru's red-haired of fair complexion with beautiful aquamarine eyes companion is standing on The Lord of Darkness' rightt side, drinking her her cup of tea. Not really amused by the sight of children fighting each other.
And then there is Jugo who finds all that is happening to be peak of entertainment. Birds taking seats on his shoulders, chilling with the peace-loving and kind-hearted beast. "You all better stop being so dense and enjoy these moments."
"I admire your spirit,Jugo. But as a mother who has not clue how this boy has been trained to fight, it's only natural for me to be perturbed." Sakura says.
"After the conversations i've had with my dear child, i deduced that someone has had an impact on his mindset. I'm afraid it will cost my son the inevitable victory. And i have no one to blame..." Orochimaru stops talking as they sees Little Sarada on top of Little Mitsuki "But Sasuke-kun." Sasuke's daughter punches Orochimaru's son in the face.
"OUCH!" Little Sarada lets out a groan. "What are you made of?!?"
"I...uh..." Little Mitsuki panicks as he sees his rival broke her hand and wrist because of him. "Sorry..."
"I told you that you all have a screw loose." Log yells at everyone else.
Sarada is left jawdropped agyrt seeing how her younger self was humiliated. "That was embarassing."
"Fastforward to the important part." Mitsuki says.
"It's okay. It was expected, you know. My mother healed my hand. Everything is fine now." Little Sarada telss Little Mitsuki as she putsbher hand on his shoulder.
"I promised your father i will never hurt you. That i will always protect you from anything that threatens your safety." Little Mitsuki says, his head buried between legs.
"Look,i don't plan on becoming a damsel in distress. I appreciate your concern but you don't have to feel guilty for what happened to me. I should've trained much harder and become stronger than everyone else, including you." Sarada asserts.
"Why?" Little Mitsuki asks
"Because my dream is to become the greatest hokage of all time, silly." Little Sarada said and booped Little Mitsuki's nose, the latter blinks after she did that to him.
"You sound incredibly passionate..." Little Mitsuki sighed.
"What's your dream?"
"Me?"
"Yes. You. Who else do you think is supposed to answer this question?"
"I don't have any dreams."
"Come on, don't be ridiculous. That life you're living is so boring if you have no purpose."
"I have been told that my birth was the will of gods. I guess you will have to be waiting till i find the answer you're eager to hear now."
"That's not what i wished for but i suppose it's still cool to know you too are going to have your own adventures. Why aren't you excited?"
"Perhaps the reason for that is i have yet to have a dream of my own.
"Oh...that...actually makes sense."
"Yeah..."
Little Sarada wrapped her arms around Little Mitsuki's arms and leaned onto his shoulder.
"I almost forgot... What is your name?"
"Mitsuki."
"I am Sarada."
"I know."
"I thought you were a cool guy."
"Did i disappoint you?
"Yes."
"Sorry."
"You may be even cooler than my papa."
"What?"
"I should be hating on you but i can't. I am angry at myself for that."
"Hmph..."
And then Mitsuki and Sarada come back to primordial world.
"Ada rewrote the history to alter my memories. Because of Kawaki, i was rubbed of so many precious memories but there was one constant in my life that didn't fade away:You." Mitsuki utters as he is unbuttoning his black and dark blue trenchcoat. "My brother made me think that Boruto is my sun. Boruto,son of Naruto Uzumaki who saved the shinobi world. Beacon of hope, child of prophecy, he has been given multiple aliases. Log thought that Boruto was the right person to guide me for he would never fall to darkness. Ada altered almost everyone's memories and in my mind, Kawaki was the person Boruto was supposed to be. Kawaki messed up, which made me question the nature of reality and i came to realize a subtle truth."
Mitsuki transports his trenchcoat into a dimension in which Mitsuki stored his weapons and tools using the summoning tag wrapped around his left wrist under the separate arm sleeves.
Showing off his shredded upper half, It's the first time to see Mitsuki with six tomoe marks on his chest. Mitsuki also wears a crescent moon necklace made of moonstone and silver that Sarada gifted him on his 13th birthday.
"The bond Boruto and I formed was never as strong as i believed it was. He was indeed a bright child who encouraged me at times and i considered him a dear friend of mine's, but he was living in his own world. He often didn't exist in my life. Boruto was never the sun to my moon because i never really idolized him, always made sure he learnt from his mistakes." Mitsuki asserts.
"But there you were. Perhaps i was drawn to you because of the genes i inherited from my parent Orochimaru who was always obsessed with Uchiha. But ever since we met and were put in the same team, i looked up to you and unconsciously followed your footsteps. You were the one who was guiding me all along. You were there for me when nobody else was. You loved to hang out with me not just to know me better but also to help me become independent. You wanted to be by my side because you found peace when we were together. Think about it..." Mitsuki continues.
Sarada shut her eyes, trying to make a sense out of all that came out of Mitsuki's words. Sarada never hated symbolism and metaphors,but rather that she believed Mitsuki was obsessed with them to no end. She hypothetized that the reason for that could be the loose sense of identity or lack of a defined purpose in life. However, after what she heard a few moments earlier,it seemed to her that Mitsuki had finally realized what his goal is.
"It doesn't matter if i truly am your sun or not. I'll make sure to become one to save you from the limitless void you are trapped in. That's my promise,Mikki." Sarada asserts,with a bright smile on her face.
"That's what i was talking about." Mitsuki shuts his eyes,wearing a half-smile.
"One thing that bothered me in this last four years was that everything was about Boruto and Kawaki. You distanced yourself from me and no matter how much i tried,i could not really figure out if you chose one of those idiots over me. Not that it makes much of a difference now. Had you not chosen separation,you wouldn't be here prepared to beat me into a pulp if that's what it takes to bring me back to the village." Mitsuki glowers.
"You know that's not true! Boruto is there fighting for his life and doesn't really have anyone out there to back him up if bunch of bastards decide to hunt him down!" Sarada insists.
"Boruto was far more powerful than you when he left and he had Sasuke-san on his side! You were only risking your life and almost got yourself killed because of Kawaki! There was no sane for you to do what you did in all those years! You should've had faith in Boruto and valued your life because without you,all hope will he lost!" Mitsuki yells at Sarada.
"What are saying..?"
"The cloud of optimism has blinded your judgement. You may be able to reason with so many people,but there will come a day you will not be capable of empathizing with someone. Either because they are irredeemable or that they don't wish to be saved...You can't save everyone,Sarada. It doesn't worth to risk your life in doing so,because it's upon Boruto as the man who is slowly beginning to truly understand Kawaki's pain."
"I highly doubt that you plan to spare Kawaki."
"Kawaki is much too dangerous to be left alive. I have to get rid of him before he manages to fully masters his powers. He is unhinged and unpredictable,i won't allow him to take the lives of my loved ones or any other living being."
"Mitsuki..."
"What did Ada do to deserve such a horrific death?"
Tears falling from his cheeks,Mitsuki covers his eyes. "Neither Code nor I could save her. I could only just to see how she lost the single ray of hope she had kept in her heart for all her life."
"It's never too late. We may be able to fix it all."
"Only if you follow my lead this time around."
"What is your goal?"
"My goal...is to achive true peace. Not just for humans but all living beings. That includes Otsutsukis as well. This is an ambitious goal. A revolution on multiversal scale."
"Are you out of your right mind? Humans, Otsutsukis and Tenkajoyos have antagonized each other for billions of years! There is no way you can put an end to this conflict so easily! There will be an interdimensional war like no other and countless lives will be lost!"
"What if the one who wishes to settle all the matters shares the same blood with the three species?"
"No way..."
"A hybrid with royal blood of three supreme species flowing in his veins shall be given the authority to rule over the creation itself. But before that,a sacrifice must be made."
"That's why you came here,huh?"
"You always wished to know about my heritage. You asked me if i had a mother or if it was my parent Orochimaru themself who gave birth to me and that i am not really a clone? You came up with so many theories and to be honest,they were weird but interesting nontheless."
Mitsuki summons his 2 meters long sword. Muramasa sword which is in it's sheath that is decorated with jewels and a kanji sentence "Seikyo no Kishin" written on it which translates to "Demon Death God".
"Everything you know about the nature of my birth is true, although it's half of all you should be aware of. I am a synthetic human whose genetics were modified to be perfect in order to carry the power of gods. I am a partial of clone of Toneri Otsutsuki,therefore i descend from Hamura and Mirina Otsutsuki. For your information,Mirina Otsutsuki was a princess but considered to be an abomination for mere fact that she was daughter of Otsutsuki King and Dragon Queen. Two thousand years ago she came to our universe in order to reclaim Kaguya's chakra but fell in love with Hamura who guided her to the path of righteousness and became one with her. The source of Mirina's power is from an ancient god that Tenkajoyo clan worshipped. He is called Ryujin,and in the last two eons ever since Hamura and Mirina,no one was ever able to draw power from that god. I am the first person since my paternal ancestors to muster the true might of both Otsutsuki and Tenkajoyo clans as a human being."
"You said paternal? Does that mean you have a biological mother?"
"Yes. Sometime before the birth of Boruto, my father Toneri became ill for a short period of time. Hinata-hime learnt about it and rushed to his side,and healed his wounds. My Father kept Hinata-hime's chakra inside himself for it was his share of the woman he unconditionaly loved, which partially transforming his genes just like your father whose life was saved by Karin-san and that became one of main two reasons you are wearing glasees."
"..."
"Listen to me, back then i always told you that i will always support your dream to become hokage but i learnt to see the whole picture. You should never be a hokage."
"Mitsuki,i know where you are coming from but i genuinely believe i can change the shinobi system!"
"Just like Naruto-san did,right?" Mitsuki mocks Sarada.
"What?" Sarada is caught off guard.
"This shinobi system is founded by a man driven by fears and ready to terminate whole bloodlines if that's all it takes to protect his nation. Let me tell you the story of a boy whose dream was to become the most powerful ninja of all time,to be a hokage who puts an end to all the war and conflict. Do you know what led to Uchiha Downfall?"
"My uncle Itachi slaughtered his clan because he was tired of shedding blood and sweat for them. He left the village and turned into a rogue ninja who shortly afterwards joined Akatsuki."
"It seems your father didn't tell you the truth. It was the government who ordered Itachi to eradicate Uchiha off the face of earth. Fourty years ago, it was masked man who summoned kyuubi and because of that person, thousands of civillians and shinobis were killed. Danzo speculated Uchiha clan were responsible for the tragedy,but he didn't know it was an outsider who did that. Obito was a chunin of the village,who was said to have given his life to save his friend Kakashi. He was saved by a mysterious man and became his shadow. Obito was Madara's puppet who aimed to destroy the village. The Uchiha inside were deemed guilty and were oppressed and ostracized,while Obito manipulated your grandfather's subordinates for his own benefit. Uchiha plotted a coup d'etat to overthrow Konoha government for treating them fairly,and there was Itachi who was a conflicted double spy forced to make the toughest decision one could possible make. Itachi did what he did to prevent a world war and deaths of millions of innocent children."
Sarada freezes.
Mitsuki has been staring at the ground and now turns his gaze to Sarada.
She is on the verge of crying.
"There is no need for me to tell you what our Tsubasa-sensei and Boruto went through. As long as this shinobi system exists, there will be child soldiers who have to make sacrifices. Races to be eradicated. Nations start wars because of difference in religious views, pillaging other territories for money, invading other regions to gain more influence, killing people out hatred or for revenge. Many do it just to enjoy seeing their victims perish. This cycle of suffering shall not end until someone stands up in the face of injustice and cruelty to fight back. I shall be the one who crushes the corrupted systems of all worlds. You have no place in such world. I won't allow you to serve a system founded on blood of countless innocent lives."
"What is the difference between you and Kawaki?
"I will not commit genocide. Kawaki's mindset is hypocritical in essence as he is ready to kill whoever stands in his way while be pretends he is only trying to save the village."
"But what if you die fighting for your ideals?"
"You and I are the same regarding that matter. I am not a suicidal maniac,but if my sacrifice is all it takes to turn my ideals into a reality then i will gladly give my life knowing everyone will be happy and safe."
"You know that i am not gonna let you do that,right?"
"Then join me,Sarada. Together,we can do anything. There is no need for you to oppose me."
"I can't do that unless i betray my ideals."
"I see..."
Mitsuki draws out Muramasa out from it's sheath. The scarlet-colored sword starts to shine,thirsting for blood. "It's said that Muramasa is a cursed sword that corrupts the wielder as the time passes,slowly turning them into ruthless murderers. But if the one is mentally strong enough,they are able to resist the temptations and use this weapon for justice. This is a weapon that bypasses indestructible defenses and targets the soul to erase the impurities. Before ascension, i have to get rid of the unnecessary thoughts and emotions to become a perfect vessel to host the powers of gods."
"Are you sure that's what truly wish for?" Sarada says as she activates her mangekyou sharingan.
"Those who wish to hurt you...I shall crush their dreams...no one has the right to take you away from me..." Mitsuki says as he stabs himself in the heart In order to break the seal that prevents him from reaching his fullest potential.
"Mitsuki!" Shouts Sarada as she leaps toward Mitsuki.
A torrent of water wraps itself around Mitsuki's body,the drops of water burn through Sarada's flesh,forcing her to jump back as she figures the water is not harming her friend.
"Curse the fate for this unforgivable plot!" Mitsuki utters,and the torrent of water pulls him inside the endless ocean of primordial world.
Sarada summons her Crimson Red Perfect Susanoo and reaches for Mitsuki only to stop in middle of air as she hears a warning in the back of her mind.
"That rivers of abhorrence, concealment, woe, lamentation and fire enter that ocean. If someone like you jumps into that,the best case scenario is they will be erased from the timeline instantly. Direct contact with that ocean in this place will be your doom." Says Katsuyu.
"What is Mitsuki planning to do,Katsuyu-san?" Sarada asks her mentor.
"I remember my grandfather telling me story of a mythological spear that was used to create worlds. Based on what i witnessed here,it seems the tale was a legend based on the weapon Hamura Otsutsuki created eons ego and buried it deep inside the cosmic ocean. It's said that the weapon can turn one into an omnipotent entity. If a person with dangerous ideology finds it,they shall gain the ability to shatter the very fabric of reality itself on a really vast scale. Ameno Sakahoko is the name of that spear."
"Are you implying that Mitsuki is destined to claim ameno sakahoko for himself?"
"Indeed. He is now bonding with the ocean and ameno sakahoko will become part of his identity, thus no one shall be able to steal it from him even if he dies. But even someone as talented as him should train three years to gain full control over such weapon."
Sarada senses a danger coming and flies backward.
An impact from the deepest pits of cosmic sends shockwaves that shake the entire planet, Mitsuki awakens and flies toward the sky, charging toward Sarada, breaks through her susanoo, wraps his arms arounds around Sarada's body.
In less than an attosecond, Mitsuki crosses three hundred sextillion kilometers to protect Sarada from running out of lifespan and falling to madness due to being so close to the ocean.
Mitsuki let's go out of Sarada and as he is falling on his knees, Sarada finds herself in another dimension. Not the universe they belong to. That seems to be a creation of ancient sages to her.
This was the plan to get out of the primordial world because it's environment puts devastating toll on Sarada's body due to unique laws of physics and metaphysics.
"Mitsuki..." Sarada says as he reaches for her friend.
As soon as Mitsuki's hands touch the ground, he enters his dragon sage mode. His new body adapting as he is summoning the strength of mayhem. The aura he releases so intense it could effortlessly shatter the fabric of reality. It only leaves a crater on the ground, rupturing the planet that is thirty times larger than earth.
'Mitsuki's chakra pool is comparable to Prime Juubi level in terms of potency. He is not joking around...' Sarada raises on her feet, levitating in air as the byakugou seal spread over her body and summons a body sized perfect susanoo.
Black clouds forming in the sky, bolts of lightning striking the ground as Mitsuki stands on his feet. Now looking more like a feral beast than a human being. Locking gazes with Sarada with determination.
"Time to settle this..." Says Mitsuki, as the heavenly jeweled spear appears in his left hand. "Sarada."
"If you say so..." Sarada summons Ameno Murakumo as well,prepared to go all out.
"I will never leave you alone. Not again." Sarada asserts.
Sarada leaps toward Mitsuki and targets his left shoulder, Mitsuki stands still,raises his left arm to block Sarada's sword attack and at the mean time waving hand signs. Sarada notices that and right when she thinks of flying away, a hand grabs her collar which shocks her. 'Shadow clone..!' Mitsuki's shadow clone slams her into the ground and drags her for thousands of kilometers till Sarada turns the tides and punches Mitsuki, a brawl starts in midst of air and the fighters exchange blows till Sarada's fist and Mitsuki's leg connect. Sarada uses her feet to slow down and finally stop her from moving any further. Mitsuki's shadow clone uses his claws to achive the same and charges at Sarada similar to a hungry predator.
Sarada weaves seals using her left hand to create four shadow clones of her own. Her clones corner Mitsuki's clone while she turns back to react on time to block a punch from Mitsuki, who flips on Sarada's shoulder and kicks her on the back and jumps up to the sky. Sarada turns around and figures Mitsuki's waving hand signs again. 'Dammit...he is too fast...'
'Water style:great water dragon jutsu!' A sea of water taking form of a dragon and roaring as it attacks Sarada. Sarada leaps backward and waves tiger hand sign. 'Fire style:majestic destroyer flame jutsu!' The two jutsus of opposing elements collide and cause steam to cover a vast area.
'Summoning art:shadow snake assault jutsu!' Serpents start raising from under the ground to grab Sarada by her feet. Sarada flies away and slashes through several hundreds of them. 'Lightning style:Chidori senbon!' Sarada shoots a rain of blades down on the snakes and then targets Mitsuki's using the same jutsu.
'Not bad...' not bothering to dodge, Mitsuki's clone allows chidori senbons to hit him and Sarada witnesses how all of them shatter and turn to dust. Mitsuki's clone smirks and creates a bow made of purple lightning with his left hand and with his right hand creates a purple arrow,aims at Sarada before she gets to chance to charge toward him and prevent him from using this technique. 'Lightning style:rain of death!' The arrow flies at an incredible speed and Sarada is left with no chance but to flee and hide behind the planets nearby. Mitsuki's uses shadow clone jutsu to turn that arrow into twenty thousand unstoppable blades that penetrate stars and planets, causing a series or catasthropic events in the solar system.
Sarada stops moving in midair, shields her body with her susanoo's wings and releases a massive shockwave that obliterates all the incoming purple lightning blades along with the solar system Mitsuki and her were in.
'Yasaka no magatama!' Sarada summons eight extremely dense crimson tomoes, and fires them at Mitsuki's clone.
The dragon sage substitutes himself with his clone after dealing with Sarada's shadow clones, catching the uchiha prodigy by surprise.
Mitsuki swings ameno sakahoko seven times and one by one, the yasaka no magatama disappear and that leaves one. Mitsuki slices through the fabric of space infront of himself, opens a portal infront of himself and bridges it to another spot in space behind Sarada's back, the last tomoe connects with Sarada's body and leaves a massive explosion, sending her toward Mitsuki.
Mitsuki charges at Sarada and delivers a roundhouse on her chest just to see her turn into a large murder of crows. 'Itachi-san must be proud of her.' The crows start engorging then their eyes turn red, and they blow up at the exact same time.
Mitsuki flies toward Sarada at a blinding speed but Sarada is able to react on time and catch his hands before he can land a hit on her. "You can't gain the upper hand on me using distractions,Sarada."
"About that..." Sarada leans back a bit, gathering a chunk of chakra in her head then headbutts Mitsuki on his forehead, cracking his horn as a result and knocks him back, forcing him to retreat and get a few meters away from Sarada.
"Tch." Mitsuki grunts, his horn is healed instantly. "Not bad." Mitsuki admits.
"You used hand signs three times before casting those jutsus. I was paying attention to see if i can find slightest distortion in flow of your chakra. It appears that you no longer need to wave hand signs at all." Sarada deduces based on what she witnessed earlier in the fight.
Mitsuki smirks. "Show me why Sasuke-san is so proud of you."
An explosion.
An instant later, Sarada sees an ocean of water beneath her feet, several hundred kilometers away from Mitsuki and her.
Just as Sarada's intuition warns her to move away, a gigantic serpent made of water grabs her and tries to bite and penetrate her thick susanoo armor just for the watet serpent to break it's fangs. The serpent slams Sarada into the ocean.
Mitsuki raises his right arm and starts spinning ameno sakahoko above his head right as his water serpent catches Sarada. In the empty void, Mitsuki generates an astronomical dragon made of purple lightning that dwarfs the sun in Mitsuki's and Sarada's timeline. "It's gonna sting, Sarada."
Not allowing Sarada the chance to break free from hold of water serpent, Mitsuki's dragon roars and dives into the ocean. The temperature is so high that all the water gets vaporized shortly upon impact. The absurd electric current that reaches twelve orders of magnitudes passes through Sarada's body.
Mitsuki watches as Sarada heals from the mere flesh wounds, showing no sign of fatigue or dizziness. Mitsuki can sense that Sarada is only annoyed, glaring at him with her cursed crimson eyes that are beacon of hope.
The anger fuels Sarada's motivation and makes her chakra more potent than before. Sarada claps her hands and summons an asteriod with density of trillion kilograms per meter and around the same size as the moon. The asteroid hits Mitsuki on the back and Sarada flies upward and charges toward Mitsuki to punch him in the chest so hard that he is sent flying backward and the asteriod gets obliterated.
Mitsuki enters a blue star and starts to manipulate it's core, absorbing all elements except for iron. Boosting the speed of chemical process and breaking the balance between radiation and gravity inside the core of the blue star, Mitsuki forcefully causes a supernova explosion that lays waste to the entire solar system.
A feat impossible for normal shinobis. In fact, one has to possess extraordinary imagination prowess and genius intelligence along with chakra reserves on par with kurama.
Mitsuki then concentrates all the mass in surrounding space into a single spot, creating a singularity with infinite density, giving birth to a black hole using his incredible mental prowess and chakra control. The black hole quickly grows bigger than the planet they landed on after leaving the primordial world. Mitsuki kicks the black hole and shoots it at Sarada.
'Dammit...' Sarada takes a deep breath, draws ameno murakumo from it's sheath and coats it with golden lightning. She swings it and sends a barrage of lightning bolts inside of the black hole.
The particle-antiparticle pairs inside the black are pulled outside of it as Sarada commands it. Sarada prevents the destruction of those pairs, therefore black hole starts to shrink and loses mass rapidly. An event that would usually takes gogols of years to happen, occurs in matter of seconds. The bearers of chakra and those who can mold nature energy in their body are able to bend the laws of physics, and that way a bolt of lightning can be shot faster than light. For instance, Hagoromo was able to travel infinite distance in a mere instant using no space-time jutsu, relying only on sheer speed gained after rigorous training and perfecting his chakra control in his teenage days.
Evaporation of black hole. The tremendous dark sphere dies in a blaze of glory, and it's destruction serves no purpose other than releasing all the energy it absorbed just moments earlier.
It appears that not even the cosmic radiations have any sort of effect on Mitsuki and Sarada. If ordinary ninjas with limited knowledge on the capacity of potential of carrier of chakra were to witness clash of dragon sage and uchiha prodigy, they would think they are looking at two invincible gods who will fight to the end of eternity.
However, Mitsuki and Sarada are fully aware of each other's capacity. The battle's only just getting started.
Mitsuki tilts his head to crack his neck, shrugging his shoulders as ameno sakahoko disappears.
Sarada pulls out her susanoo's twin katana from the sheaths on her back and sets them on fire. Not any ordinary fire but holy fire that is summoned from heaven itself. Sarada is the first uchiha who gained possession of this divine blessing unlike her predecessors who could only wield inferno flames.
"Just as i expected." Mitsuki grins, and makes his own twin katanas with ice style. "You truly are different from the rest of the uchiha."
"Come!" Sarada declares.
Mitsuki and Sarada let out their battle cry that shake the sky, charging toward each other.
The swords connect and release a shockwave that crush the universe to oblivion. They start exchanging strikes as they move and cross different corners of the cosmos.
After three minutes, Mitsuki manages to lock one of Sarada's flame swords with his ice swords. Sarada aims to pierce Mitsuki's abdomen. Mitsuki absorbs the holy fire.
'What?' Sarada is surprised to see that.
'Of course he can do that.' Lady Katsuyu says in spiritual plane shared between her and Sarada.
'What is that supposed to mean?!?'
'You see, the otsutsuki may not be safe from your holy fire, neither are the tanjoyoko. Mitsuki breaks the rule because he not only bathed in ocean of primordial world, but also awakened his divine genes passed down to him by Hamura Otsutsuki who is the supreme ruler of not just primordial world but also heavens too.'
'You mean he's...like what...fireproof now?'
'I guess that'll be a correct way to describe his current state.'
'Amazing..! Do you know anything else about the abilities he may have gained after using cheat code?'
'Luckily for you, he didn't have enough time to obtain invulnerable body. He can't summon water from primordial water nor can he open a portal to that place.'
'That means i have to beat him or i'll look like a total fraud if i lose and...'
'...'
'Forget it.'
"Too dull!" Mitsuki murmurs and then starts kicking Sarada on the chest, first right foot then left foot then right foot again. Mitsuki finishes the combo by doing a side flip kick and moves toward Sarada for another combo.
Mitsuki delivers a raising uppercut on Sarada's jaw with his left fist and hits her with another side flip kick.
Mitsuki turns his katanas into a warhammer and smashes it into Sarada's chest, sends her flying to other side of universe. Sarada crashes into the barrier that separates this universe from the void of multiverse.
The left side of Sarada's jacket is torn apart after the attack, and six of her lower ribs broken. Sarada takes her jacket off and throws it away. Mitsuki flies toward him and the moment he sees Sarada's necklace, he freezes in midair.
"You didn't think that i forgot about this,did you?" Sarada grunts as she heals her broken ribs, with a sad expression on her face.
"I always preferred to believe that it was the most precious gift you have ever received from anyone." Mitsuki responds, a glum smile appears on his face.
"Like the necklace you are wearing,huh?"
"Yeah..."
Date:Mar.28th 2039
Over fourteen months has passed since the day Kawaki sealed Naruto and Hinata inside Isshiki's timeless dimension. So many people are still unable to cope with the fact that their lord seventh and byakugan princess were killed in their own village, at the hands of the boy they adopted and cherished as if he was their flesh and blood. That is what the leaf village believe to be the reality, for majority of them that is the case.
The streets have not been so unwelcoming and gelid for those who mourn the death of their beloved heroes.
And then there are certain individuals whose hearts are filled with sorrow and regret for different reasons. Those who remember what truly happened, those who can see the true enemy.
'For how long am i supposed to pretend that i don't want to knock Kawaki's teeth out? I don't even know if dad is doing well? I hope that idiot Boruto isn't annoying dad with his foolish antics. Gah, i hate worrying about that heedless gremlin of all people while i should be keeping an eye on the sassy emo boy.' Sarada thinks as she walks down her path to home with hands in her jacket's pockets, looking down, not paying attention to her surroundings.
A boy wearing dark out fit approaches Sarada that brings her out of her thoughts with his cold but stable aura. Sarada is not a sensor but there is one presence she's quite familiar with. Each and every single fiber in Sarada's body are sensitive to the chakra that belongs to the person she spends the most of her free time of duty period: Mitsuki.
To Sarada, it seemed like Mitsuki was gonna walk past her but he stands on her right side and stays still, not saying anything nor looking at her at all.
"Your ears." The first words that come out of Mitsuki's mouth.
"Oh, the earring holes... My mother asked me if i wanted to pierce my ears and wear earrings, i thought it wasn't a bad idea." Sarada says. "Sharp eyes."
"I assume Sakura-san's already have something for you as she came up with this idea days before you celebrate your birthday." Mitsuki speculates. 'Sasuke-san is the one who gifts you a pair of earrings, i suppose...' Mitsuki thinks, refuses to say that to Sarada as that will only upset her.
"I guess you are right." Sarada replies. "That dark purple nail polish looks good on your hands."
"You can thank my parent later if you ever met them again."
"Orochimaru-san really is a classy one. You sure have inherited that fashion sense from your mysterious parent."
"I wish that means you are one of few who don't hate my parent."
"There's no reason for me to be scared of the current Orochimaru-san. I'm just wary of them because...well...they seem to be overly secretive and tight-lipped."
"Hmph. Is that so?" Mitsuki asks, then wears a mischevious grin.
"In their defense, they probably act this way to appear charming in people's eyes." Sarada replies, raises her hands in air and shrugs her shoulders.
"Just like me, right?" Mitsuki asks as he puts his left hand on his hip and leaning a bit to the left side
"Yes." Sarada says, smiling.
"Ada is waiting for me. I wished they would give us a break, but crime never sleeps."
"Do you two weirdos get along with each other?"
"If it continues like this, i guarantee you will eventually be jealous of Ada."
"Don't you dare replacing me with that ticklish damsel, Mikki."
"Now that you mention it, i don't see Sumire around. You two are always supposed to be stuck. Strange to see you here walking around all by yourself without your new bestfriend."
"..."
"..."
Sarada scratches back of her head, unable to come up with a cool comeback. Mitsuki pats her on shoulder and starts to walk away.
"See you around." Mitsuki waves hand.
"Take care." Sarada says loudly.
Date:Mar.31th 2039
Sarada's birthday party was oddly pleasant for everyone excluding Ada who was uncomfortable in public, and Mitsuki who has began to get annoyed by loud noises.
Sarada picked up and put all the gifts she received in her bedroom with help of Mitsuki decided to be the last person leaving.
Sarada and Mitsuki come out of the room, seeing Sakura who has finished cleaning the house.
Sakura has her back pressed against the wall and staring at the teenagers, arms folded infront of her chest.
"Sakura-san, may i borrow your daughter for a couple of minutes?" Mitsuki asks Sakura who raises an eyebrow.
"Where are your manners, Mitsuki?!" Sarada asks Mitsuki and grabs his wrist, her eyes twitching.
"...Please."
"That feeling of objectification has not faded away, you know."
"That was a figure of speech, Sarada."
"You better watch your tongue the next time."
"I'll try."
"That's not enough."
"Deal with it."
"You-"
"Oi!" Sakura lets her voice be heard.
"Yes, ma'am." Mitsuki and Sarada say that at the same time.
"You better hurry up, or you'll have to feel the wrath of strongest kunoichi in konoha."
"Gotcha!" Mitsuki wraps his arm around Sarada and teleports away.
"Silly kids..." Sakura sighs.
Mitsuki's destination is hokage rock and he lands on top of Minato's head.
"I admit that you are hella fast." Sarada says as she turns to Mitsuki.
"Save that for later. Close your eyes."
"You better not be planning to steal my first kiss, Mikki." Sarada says, pouting.
"Haha, we laughed mad loud for a bit." Mitsuki responds in a mocking tone. "I'm barely thirteen, uchiha-san." Mitsuki pokes Sarada on forehead.
"Ouch." Sarada rubs her forehead. "That was me being sarcastic."
"And that poke was to show you i have class." Mitsuki takes Sarada's hands in his own hands and covers her eyes with the palms of her hands. "No peeking."
"Let's see what you've got for me." Sarada says, a shade of sarcasm apparent in her warm and loud voice.
"You are allowed to open your eyes now."
"Uh-oh..." Sarada slowly lowers her hands and gradually and hesitantly opens her eyes, her heart pounding so hard she feels like it will explode. She is embarassed at herself for being unbelievably excited. 'Future hokage? Puff, jokes on me. I am nothing but a baby.'
"So?" Mitsuki asks, now with a gentle tone.
"Just like what Tsubasa-sensei is used to say: Magnificent!" Sarada responds as she reaches for the marvelous treasure in Mitsuki's hands.
Mitsuki's gift is a necklace. Thin gold chains with a eight-pointed star shaped symbol made of sunstone in red color. It is certainly not the most expensive gift Sarada has received, but probably her favorite after the earrings she is wearing that are created by her father.
Mitsuki goes behind Sarada and clips the necklace around Sarada's bare neck. Sarada shakes uncontrolably at touch of the metal but soon a phenomena catches her onyx eyes.
After Mitsuki finished putting the necklace on Sarada's neck, the star shaped gem starts shining bright. It really does fascinate Sarada.
"Let me guess,you made this cutie yourself." Sarada assumes.
"Yes." Mitsuki says, smiling.
"Did you use yin-yang release method or..."
"I mastered the craft. It took me two days but it seem it did worth it."
"You kidding? I fricking love it so much."
"You're welcome."
"Oh...you used this symbolism again..."
"..."
"Don't get me wrong, i know my mangekyou sharingan has the same shape as this symbol, but still....i...i just...i dunno."
"No,you are right. Your eyes inspired me. Nothing more, nothing less."
There comes a suffocating silence. The wind blows Mitsuki's hair, hiding his golden eyes from Sarada.
Sarada runs her fingers through Mitsuki's hair and slides it to side so she could see his beautiful face. Sarada caresses Mitsuki's cheek, wrapping one arm around his neck and one around his waist, pulls him into a hug, embracing his cold body in her toned arms.
"Thank you...for everything." Sarada says as she holds Mitsuki tighter.
Mitsuki doesn't move, just rests her chin on Sarada's shoulder.
Date:Present Time-Nov.27th 2042
Mitsuki remembers some moments from the past he cherishes, losing focus on the battle, allowing Sarada to gain the opportunity to wave hand signs needed to cast shadow clone jutsu.
Ten shadow clones surround a distracted Mitsuki and jump on him and start beating him up for mere seconds until Mitsuki uses substituition jutsu and gets in iajutsu stance after summoning ameno sakahoko.
"Eliminate all!" Mitsuki disappears from Sarada's sight.
Nearing infinite speed, Mitsuki flies around the universe and slashes through Sarada's shadow clones in a omnidirectional series of attacks, slicing through space itself and disregards their durability, watching Sarada's shadow clones vanish one by one in matter of an instant.
Sarada summons her perfect susanoo again along with gunbai before Mutsuki could cast Wind Style: Great Wind Whirlwind jutsu, expelling the chakra she kneaded in her body into holy fire and uses the chakra of Mitsuki's own attack to cast Fire Style: Great Fire Whirlwind jutsu, creating three enormous whirlwinds that knock Mitsuki back.
Sarada appears behind Mitsuki, strengthening the force of her punches by casting Earth Style: Ultra Added-Weight Rock jutsu and concentrating tremendous amount of chakra that she has been storing in byakugou seal in the last two years, into them and strikes Mitsuki in stomach so hard he crashes through the barrier of universe that shatters.
Mitsuki has no time to recover as his back hits the barrier of another universe.
"Channaro!" Sarada begins to deliver a remorseless and devastating flurry of punches as she shouts angirly at the friend who does not regret leaving her. Sarada screams because she can't forgive herself for hurting Mitsuki, for all there is that she can do is to try beating some sense into her beloved companion. Sarada has to convince Mitsuki what he is doing is wrong, because if she fails to do that, there is a strong chance he will die.
Sarada is afraid of that possiblity and she will do whatever it takes to prevent that from happening.
"GIVE UP!" Sarada yells at Mitsuki, striking him with the palms of her hands, sends him flying until he freezes in midair, gasping for a few moments and starts coughing blood, covering his mouth with his hands as he transforms back to the first stage of dragon king sage mode.
The hanging crescent moon necklace brings back Sarada to three years ago...
Date:Jul.25 2039
It's early in the morning, everyone is asleep while the sensory division are watching over the village. Nothing can be heard but the dawn chorus of birds.
'Is there something wrong?' Kohan asks Mitsuki telepathically using mind body transmission technique and chakra transmission communication device that expands the range of yamanaka clan's hiden jutsu and allows the sensory division to make contact with those who are fifteen kilometers away from the leaf village.
'No. Everyone's sleeping.' Mitsuki responds, standing in Ada's bedroom, barely a couple of feets distance between them.
'The night shift is over. You may leave now. I will make contact with Sarada and Sumire.'
'Yes, sir.' Mitsuki approaches Ada who has wrapped arms around a pillow, and puts a blanket over her. Mitsuki caresses Ada's cheek with back of his fingers.
Mitsuki is assigned to this mission not to befriend Ada and Daemon literally but to pretend that he loves to spend time with them and genuinely likes them.
Perhaps Mitsuki isn't of the kind who considers not hurting feelings of the people as he is logic-driven and blunt, that doesn't indicate he lacks empathy for certain individuals who share similar experiences with him.
Ada is a conflicted person and her thirst for love is something Mitsuki relates to. Mitsuki often thinks that he is alone in the world, and he can see that Ada is dealing with the very same irritating sense of melancholy.
Ada is skeptical but also optimistic at the same time. She claims that keeping silence is a wise move but when she is with Mitsuki, she becomes chatty and can go on and on for hours. Ada says she hates fighting but won't bat an eye if someone were to be killed for opposing her.
Mitsuki perceives Ada as a paradoxical existence who reminds him of not just himself but also Tsubasa Emiya, his genius mentor.
Mitsuki was able to bond with Ada because he truly believed that she deserves to be given a chance. He wishes happiness for Ada and considers her to be his companion.
At first, Mitsuki was yet another "cool guy" for Ada but shortly after she started to fraternize with him, Mitsuki grew on Ada. Ada tends to refer to Mitsuki as her Darkest Knight, and prefers keeping company with him than anyone else in konoha as he understands her the best and is always frank without being rude.
Mitsuki walks out of the bedroom, mentally stressed.
Mitsuki comes out of the house and spots Sarada who has her hands behind, Mitsuki knows that she is hiding something from him that will only just confuse him.
"You like to keep me waiting. I don't." Sarada approaches Mitsuki with firm steps and an awkwardly fierce look on her face.
Sarada stands close to Mitsuki, her chest almost touching his, gazing into his eyes.
"Okay..." Mitsuki murmurs.
Sarada is glad that Mitsuki can read her mind and save her the trouble of explaining herself and what she wants to say most of the time. And now Mitsuki shuts his eyes, without even being told to do so.
Sarada gently puts on a necklace on Mitsuki's neck and then pokes on his forehead.
"Here you go." Sarada says with enthusiasm, grinning.
Mitsuki lowers his head to look at the necklace Sarada gifted him.
Thin silver chain and a crescent moon shaped symbol made of moonstone that is glowing.
"I saw it coming and it still baffles me." Mitsuki says, looking at Sarada with a curious expression on his face.
"At first, i was really not interested in that sun and moon symbolism you are so obsessed with. But after my birthday, i don't really mind it." Sarada asserts, Mitsuki raises an eyebrow hearing that. "Because you are the moon. Don't waste your time on Boruto and Kawaki, you are my moon."
Mitsuki is left speechless, drowned in a sea of thoughts and doubts. Mitsuki hates when he can't find a proper answer.
Sarada leans forward and marks Mitsuki's left cheek with a gentle kiss.
Mitsuki presses his forehead against Sarada's with his eyes closed. Sarada interlocks fingers with Mitsuki's to comfort him. From time to time, Mitsuki forgets just how desperate he is for the warmth in Sarada's touch.
"Happy Birthday, Mikki."
"Yeah."
"You love it, right?"
"Absolutely."
Present Time
Mitsuki stares at his bloody hand in disbelief.
"You are pound-for-pound the single strongest person i have ever fought." Mitsuki admits and then covers his face with his left hand, his body still trembling because of the damage inflicted onto him.
"Hehehehehe..." Mitsuki starts laughing in a hair-raising manner, shaking Sarada to the core. "HAHAHAHAHAHAH"
Mitsuki's laughter is no longer sweet or genuine. It is sinister, twisted. He has finally snapped.
"THIS ENTIRE TIME YOU COULD'VE MOPPED THE FLOOR WITH SO MANY BASTARDS BUT YOU CHOSE TO WAIT JUST TO GO ALL OUT AGAINST ME?!?" Mitsuki shouts at Sarada, making her break into sweats.
'The ritual is now showing it's side effects.' Katsuyu says in the mental plane.
'Since Mitsuki couldn't fully rewrite his DNA, his mind is unable to withstand the pressure of the incomplete power of primordial ocean bestowed upon him. Is that what you were gonna say, Katsuyu-san?' Sarada says, clenching her fists.
'You have to put an end to this fight. Mitsuki is unhinged, far too dangerous than he has ever been.'
'Are you done?'
'Yes.'
'Good.'
Sarada returns back from mental plane and sets her eyes on Mitsuki.
"I will save you, Mitsuki." Sarada insists.
"I don't want you to save me, Sarada." Mitsuki asserts.
Sarada forms a rasengan in her right hand, and makes it bigger than planet earth itself.
Mitsuki gathers chakra in his left hand and transforms it into stream of black electricity.
Sarada attacks with her ultra big-ball rasengan, Mitsuki quickly flies towards it and tries to deflect the planetary sphere using his dark chidori as he lets out a cry of rage.
Mitsuki releases an electric discharge from his left hand, cancelling Sarada's rasengan as a result.
Mitsuki spots Sarada who shots an arrow after amplifying it's speed with wind style, using a red bow that is her perfect susanoo's special weapon, it travels so fast space around it is distorted. Mitsuki summons muramasa sword and cuts the arrow in half, and the two halves of arrow melt away instantly.
Mitsuki cuts his forearm open with muramasa sword before it starts to thirst for Sarada's blood, boosting his physical prowess and strengthening his chakra by boiling the energy flowing within him, Mitsuki transports back muramasa sword to the spiritual plane and charges at Sarada.
Sarada tries to defend herself from Mitsuki's punch with her bow, but the dragon sage's claw breaks it apart. Mitsuki punches Sarada on abdomen, then on face, then uppercuts her and at last delivers a knee kick.
"What is it that motivates you? Is it the urge to prove that you are not powerless and can save everyone around you? Or the overwhelming guilt you feel because Ada was killed and i went rogue?" Mitsuki yells at Sarada as he is grabbing her arms.
"Cut it out!" Sarada shouts at Mitsuki as she digs her fingernails into his neck and shoulder.
"Why are you so obsessed with Boruto and Kawaki?!"
"WHY ARE YOU SO OBSESSED WITH ME?!?"
Mitsuki grits his teeth upon hearing that question and lets go of Sarada.
"Back then, you were worrying about Boruto the whole time, always told me that Hinata-san asked you to look after her reckless son. Kawaki came, and your desire to mimic seventh hokage became a reason for you to befriend Kawaki. You know that he regrets nothing at all, and you still wish to believe that there is still good in him." Mitsuki says, with a devastated look on his face.
"You said it yourself the best. If i lose my grasp on hope, i'll be nothing but a shell of my true self. Kawaki can pretend that he is all tough and merciless, but deep down he is the same broken child desperate for slightest bit of parental affection. His ideals are twisted but with Boruto's help, he can change for the good." Sarada claims, her lips curle into a smile , wearing a saddened expression.
"Ridiculous."
"You are so difficult."
Mitsuki and Sarada fly away in opposite directions without turning their back on each other.
Mitsuki and Sarada puff steam breaths, the first being of ice and the latter of fire.
"Who would've thought we would use those two techniques on each other?" Mitsuki says, releases tremendous amount of dark energy that takes form of an endless cold steam reaching thermodynamic temperature to absolute zero.
"You did, didn't you?" Sarada asks Mitsuki, as she expells gigantic amount of light energy that spreads around the space behind her, transforms into holy fire reaching the planck temperature.
Date:Sep.11th 2040
Ada is in the hall, sitting on the nine seater, drinking apricot banana smoothie through a straw.
"Here, have a sip." Ada offers Mitsuki to take a small mouthful of her drink.
"You don't have OCD?" Mitsuki asks Ada.
"I'll make an exception this time around." Ada says, outstretches her right arm and rests it on top of the sofa's frame.
Mitsuki leans in, tucks his hair behind his ear and puts his lips on the red straw, drinks a sip of the smoothie.
"Very appetizing." Mitsuki confesses, licking his lips.
"I might open my juice bar one day. Who knows maybe you will be there to lend me a hand in work." Ada says, giggling.
"If only thery was no tension in this world..." Mitsuki says, sighing.
Mitsuki outstretches his left arm and rests it on the top of sofa's frame.
Mitsuki and Ada put on one leg over the other at the same time, sitting crosslegged.
"That's what happens when you are together." Daemon says loudly as he jumps on the sofa and sits next to Ada. "You should never be left alone all by yourselves."
Then appears a man infront of the teens, jumpscaring Daemon.
"You-" Daemon is cut off as another one pops up out of nowhere.
"Your progress is awe-inspiring, Houki." Tsubasa says. "Keep it up and you will surpass some of your predecessors."
"That is only possible because of you, Tsubasa-sensei. You have my sincerest gratitude." Houki says.
"Hello everyone." Tsubasa says, patting Houki on his back.
Daemon disappears, sticks to the roof and leaps toward Tsubasa to hit him just to phase through his body.
"Are you a wizard or something?" Daemon asks Mitsuki, frowning.
"I am a sage of six paths." Tsubasa replies to the kneeling boy. "Ada."
"Handsome." Ada responds to Tsubasa.
"Keep this mini goblin away from me." Tsubasa asks Ada.
"Come here, Daemon." Ada tells her little brother who turns to Ada and then looks back at Tsubasa.
"I'll get my hands on you one day, pretty boy." Daemon says.
"You can't even achive that goal in your dreams. There is no shinobi on earth who stands slightest chance of victory against Tsubasa-sensei. Likes of Kakashi-senpai have stated that Tsubasa-sensei might be the single most powerful being in existence. You can consider him our failsafe asset." Houki states as he sits on other edge of the sofa.
"BS! There ain't no way this edgelord can defeat me!" Daemon shouts.
"You can brag about it all you want. I can't care less about spoiled brats with an ego the size of the universe." Tsubasa says.
Someone throws arms around Tsubasa's waist from back and hugs him tightly.
"I missed you dearly, sensei." Sarada says.
"You have grown stronger." Tsubasa says, knowing well that Sarada always hugs him to lighten his mood.
Sarada unwraps her arms around Tsubasa and goes to sit next to Mitsuki.
"You sit here hand in glove with Ada. My god, Mitsuki..." Sarada whispers in Mitsuki's ear, Ada hears her and nods her head.
"I hope all is well, Tsubasa-senpai." Sumire says as she gets past Tsubasa and sits beside Sarada.
Tsubasa spots a frozen Himawari behind him. Himawari's cheeks glistening with blush, gazing at Tsubasa with heart eyes.
Tsubasa approaches Himawari, lifts her up and puts her on sofa next to Houki while everyone are analyzing his each and every single movement.
"Hima." Tsubasa says, snapping fingers infront of Himawari's face.
"Are you an angel? If not then why are you so pretty?" Himawari asks Tsubasa, who turns to Houki and both roll their eyes and facepalm themselves.
"Whatever." Tsubasa says, patting Himawari on top of her head. "Sumire asked me to come here to share a piece of knowledge with you. My gosh i hate being a teacher to death. So boring." Tsubasa continues with his tongue in cheek.
"Then why on earth you waste your time mentoring these goons for two years?" Daemon asks Tsubasa who frowns after hearing her.
"Tragically, i have been cursed with this sense of responsiblity that pushes me to do what annoys me to death." Tsubasa responds. "Not like you would understand what it means. Anyway, it's history class time! Let's talk about ancient times."
"Aw man, you want to babble on and one and give me irks.
"And ancient gods."
"For real?!?"
"No for fake."
"That doesn't sound too bad, you know." Daemon says, his cheeks blooming.
"In the seventh century and after the death of Hagoromo Otsutsuki, the cosmos became battleground of two demi-gods. They were the sage of six paths' sons: Indra and Ashura Otsutsuki. Indra was an outstanding prodigy among his peers, never surpassed by his descendants nor successors. Indra was an individualist who believed he could bring justice and order through force, and never relied on people. Hagoromo saw that and thought that Indra is not worthy to be the next leader of ninshu. Therefore on his deathbed, Hagoromo passed on his powers to Ashura, the younger son who wasn't particulary talented reached enlightenment. Overwhelmed by rage and hatred, Indra rebelled and waged war on followers of Ninshu all by himself."
"Indra was a real one for that. That is peak badassery." Daemon says, everyone turn to him and look at him with mixed feelings of disappointment and shock. "What?" Daemon folds his arms. "You can't change my mind."
"He battled Ashura for years but he failed to taste victory. Indra grew tired and decided to retreat. Indra sought to awaken his father's dojutsu, the rinnegan. But how?" Tsubasa continues, approaching Ada and bending over, waiting for an answer from her.
"He needed to mix both yin and yang chakra inside his body. After an indefinite period of time, knowing that Indra was a bearer of mangekyou sharingan, his eyes would evolve and transform into a single or a pair of rinnegan." Ada states.
"Bravo." Tsubasa pats Ada on shoulder. "You better take your taijutsu training seriously. You have untapped potential."
"If you say so." Ada says.
"Indra had absorbed a small portion of Ashura's chakra, and spent months on deep meditating, multiplying that chakra and then mixed it with his own chakra. After that, he could manifest fantasy and created a perfect avatar of himself, transplanting that avatar's mangekyou sharingan, activating eternal mangekyou sharingan as a result." Tsubasa goes on.
"That is cruel." Himawari says.
"Maybe. Who are we to judge?" Houki says.
"Indra finally attained a pair of nine tomoe rinnegan. Ashura had forseen that, thus he perfected his mastery over six paths sage mode, pushing himself to reach Indra's level." Tsubasa continues.
"We are lucky that things went down they way they did." Sumire says.
"I think not." Mitsuki responds.
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk." Sarada utters.
"Indra is not just ancestor of Uchiha, Emiya and Chinoike but also the creator of all forms of ninjutsu. He was a super genius and casually invented complex techniques and experimented on the environment to gain a proper understanding of reality. That is when he created a pocket dimension. Indra wanted to see what happens if space reaches it's boiling point. Indra released the inferno flames inside the pocket dimension and increased it's thermodynamic temperature until the interesting stuff appeared in a certain point." Tsubasa says.
"Planck temperature." Ada says.
"That's my girl." Tsubasa says, making Ada feel proud of herself and sees her cheeks redden. "Planck sized black holes started to form and flooded the cosmos with radiation and particles, triggered a big bang event."
"He was a nerd." Daemon pouts.
"Is there a problem?" Mitsuki turns to Daemon.
"Eh... in this case, i guess he is just way cool for me to slander him." Daemon says.
"Originally, there were two sages of six paths. Hamura was the co-inventor of six paths sage mode who landed on moon and decided to live there. He married a hybrid otsutsuki named Mirina Otsutsuki who bore him a daughter: Meigetsu Otsutsuki. A demi-goddess whose talents were said to surpass even that of the legendary Indra Otsutsuki, Mirina invented a fearsome technique that inspired Indra centuries later." Tsubasa explains.
"Sensei, you should tell me more about Meigetsu Otsutsuki." Sarada says.
"I will." Tsubasa says. "Mirina aimed to find the lowest possible negative thermodynamic temperature, thus she used her ice release and reached absolute zero temperature. The disorder disappeared at that point, all motion stopped which means time could no longer flow, and matters were obliterated on a subatomic level."
"What were the names of those jutsus?" Himawari asks Tsubasa.
"The first was called Genesis and the latter... Nemesis." Tsubasa answers Himawari.
Present Time
'I need more!' Sarada shouts.
'Roger that!' Katsuyu says.
In mere moments, Katsuyu channels immeasurable amount of nature energy into Sarada's body, enough to match Mitsuki's rather unparalled energy pool.
'I owe you one.' Sarada says.
'Don't mention it.' Katsuyu responds.
Mitsuki's dark energy enters nigh-infinite number of universes, crushing everything to oblivion.
Sarada's light energy also melts everything to other side, giving birth to infinite planck sized black holes.
Mitsuki concentrates all the concentrated energy he absorbed from the destroyed timelines and suppreses it into a form of blue moon.
Sarada does the exact same thing but instead of creating a moon, she manifests a star that is around twenty four times bigger than the lunar sphere Mitsuki made.
"You are the only one who can rival me, Sarada." Mitsuki asserts.
"I didn't want it to be this way." Sarada utters.
"It's over now."
"Forgive me, Mitsuki."
'Demonic Arts:Ice Style:Nemesis!'
'Divine Arts:Fire Style:Genesis!'
The warriors scream as they shoot the astronomical spheres at each other, pushing their bodies to their limits.
Mitsuki figures that Sarada's technique is overpowering his own, and chooses not to evade this attack from point blank range, embracing destruction to repent for the injuries he inflicted on Sarada during this fight.
Boom!
Mitsuki floating in space, knocked out of his sage mode, surrounding by newborn planets.
One instant, Mitsuki's body glows and the other it doesn't. Mitsuki has not accepted defeat, not yet.
Sarada watches as Mitsuki is regaining his consciousness, bloody tears coming out of her right eye after overusing the ameno uzume ability of her mangekyou sharingan which allows her to summon holy fire.
"You just won't stay down." Sarada mutters.
And a bloody tear falls from her left eye.
This is what kept Sarada safe from big bang's harm.
Amano Iwato.
Sarada transported her body to her personal domain before the explosion was triggered.
Sarada replaces the surrounding space with her dimension.
Chains are created from naught and bind Mitsuki to a torri gate.
"Impossible...how could i...lose..." Mitsuki drops his head out of shame.
Date:Feb.14th 2042
"He didn't came, right?" Mitsuki asks the girl who is sitting on bed, burying her face in the pillow she is hugging.
"I hate to say it, but it seems like Kawaki's heart is made of stone." Ada , throwing the pillow away and jumps out of the bed.
"How many times did i tell you Kawaki doesn't deserve your love, Ada?" Mitsuki utters, rubbing Ada's arms.
"This damn attraction won't let go of me." Ada murmurs, putting his hand on Mitsuki's chest.
"You cling to this bond because you think Kawaki feels lonely in this world just like you, yes?"
"There's a single dim ray of hope in my life, and it's the slim chance that Kawaki will love me back. I can still wait but i don't know exactly when i'll grow sick of this." Ada wraps her arms around Mitsuki, who runs his fingers through Ada's hair.
"You're risking everything."
"Even if that's true, You'll be there for me, my darkest knight."
Mitsuki says nothing just kisses Ada on top of her head and wraps his arm around her shoulders, hugging her tightly.
"You can count on me."
Date:Present Time
"I lied...again...and again...i failed..." Mitsuki mutters as cold tear stream down his face.
Sorrow, regret, humiliation, powerlessness, hate and rage.
Overwhelmed with negative emotions, Mitsuki snaps as he begins to absorb nature energy from Sarada's dimension.
"No..!" Sarada mutters as Mitsuki regains the strength he lost.
Mitsuki lets out a deafening roar that finds way to gates of heaven and hell, showing he is not bound by the laws of Sarada's domain.
Mitsuki generates enormous amount of lightning from himself, flooding Sarada's space-time, shattering the fabric of reality.
Mitsuki escapes Sarada's dimension, spots his opponent hyperventilating and severly fatigued, her body couldn't withstand the absurd level of energy it received, could barely even move or mold chakra.
Mitsuki flies toward Sarada who throws a weak punch, easilly grabs her hand and pokes her on forehead.
"Forgive me." Mitsuki says as Sarada loses her unconsciousness.
Mitsuki casted a special seal on Sarada which traps her conciousness in realm of dragon king for a short period of them.
Mitsuki's plan was to weaken Sarada to such an extent she will be unable to resist or break out of the realm quickly.
Mitsuki spent most of his remaining chakra to perform this technique. He summons ameno sakahoko to open a portal and passes through it just to fall on ground with Sarada's in his arms.
Mitsuki looks at Sarada's necklace that emits a dim light, and holds Sarada tighter.
Mitsuki stands up with Sarada in his arms and lays her next to another dear friend of his...
Code.
"I assure you, the victory will be our's." Mitsuki asserts.
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HAVE YOU READ THE BONUS CHAPTER!? I NEED YOUR THOUGHTS!
Bonus Chapter Spoilers Ahead in regards to the ACOTAR characters:
I think the bonus really highlighted the friendship that seems to continue building between Az and Nesta. In it we see Az apologize for his snapping at her which is a big deal for his character as he's one to usually sulk and brood rather than owning up to his behavior. And I think that's all very important when you consider Gwyn and Nesta are best friends (along with Emerie) and Cassian and Az are best friends. So a relationship between Gwynriel with a beautiful friendship between Nesta and Az is a pretty perfect setup.
I also think it shows Az and Nesta still haven't fully learned their lesson about undermining Elain considering Nesta talks of how she and her sister were made fae by the King and Az immediately follows that up with how the king was defeated and Nesta beheaded him, with Nesta responding how he had it coming.
No shade to Nesta but she continues telling this story on repeat whenever it's brought up as if she did something brag worthy on her own when it's being conveniently left out that she owes Elain her own and Cassian's life. How seconds before Nesta beheaded him, Elain stopped him from killing them by putting a blade through his throat, making it possible for Nesta to behead him.
It's fine for them to claim Nesta stopped him from taking another breath but it's not fine for them to act like she did something dangerous or heroic or difficult. I used this metaphor before but it's like my husband taking a cake out of the oven once the timer goes off and him taking credit for baking it even though I spent 30 minutes mixing the ingredients and putting into the oven in the first place.
Nesta and Az don't even need to say "Elain" stabbed him if they're trying to avoid specifics but they could say, after someone stopped him from harming Nesta, she was able to finish him off but they both act as if it was really all Nesta's doing.
It's not that I hate Az or Nesta for this fact, I do acknowledge that SJM keeps pushing this narrative because she's trying to make the point that Elain isn't valued in the NC, that they either still try to protect her in a way that hinders her growth or they just can't admit to themselves that maybe she doesn't need them in the way they're desperate to be needed because being someones protector gives them a sense of self worth. But it's become almost comical how many times SJM has give their character chances to acknowledge the parts Elain played in the war yet neither does.
Also, I think it's clear Az is still salty about not having a mating bond, 7 months after the events of Solstice. To me, that doesn't mean he has feelings for Elain but wants his own mating bond, something that he in canon does not have with anyone that we know of. Which is fine, all the ACOTAR males had wanted a mating bond because they grew up realizing what a special thing it was. But I think anyone trying insist that he'd be happy with Elain knowing she has a bond with someone else is an argument they'll lose in the end. I think E/riel ended on Solstice but even if there was something still there, I believe he'd always wonder if his mate was out there somewhere and that's not the kind of setup that ends well for anyone.
My final thought is that the E/riel theory that Az's shadows work off "firstlight" is ridiculous considering the battery of Bryce's phone died and it was Az humming to himself that caused the shadows to dance. And the kind of music he preferred was what he called "pleasure hall" music to which Bryce replied "are you a club rat".
Music has never been a part of Elain's arc. She likes balls, for sure but I can almost bet that the dancing and music of a ball are much different than that of a pleasure hall. Does Gwyn like the pleasure hall scene? No clue but we do know that Nesta and Feyre mention Elain herself never frequented the bar scene. And it cannot be denied that SJM created a very obvious parallel between the end of his bonus in SF, what with Az's shadows singing in answer to Gwyn's singing and the end of the HOFAS bonus, with his shadows dancing along to his own humming.
I still don't think that means Az's books being next is a certainty. Music preferences and bitterness over a lack of a canon mating bond are still not relevant to where things left off in Silver Flames (the issues with Koschei, Beron, Spring, the treaty).
I think SJM is continuing to build up who Az is so that anyone who does read across her series will have a better idea of his character when it's time for his book, whether it's after Elucien or before, but that buildup continues putting him farther away from Elain and closer to Gwyn as his endgame.
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KPOP FIC RECS
So I recently (like a couple of months ago) read Bowie’s Books by John O’Connell which is a series of essays exploring David Bowie’s list of 100 Books that transformed his life and I thought it was a way to make my own. These are all fics (in some way or another) that have been memorable in many different ways and I hope to share them with you all.
This is also a full on sap train so I thought you should be ready. I’m also weirdly nervous since this feels kind of vulnerable and makes me shy. but haiii
PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE
1. @hyuckiebabie - Bad Intentions | NCT (discontinued)
Of course, I have to start with this. I have to. I’ve also just learnt that author-nim has since left tumblr. But the writing was beautiful and the connection that Haechan and the MC had with each other was absolutely alluring. God I felt things I have never felt before. This was quite awhile ago and I’m kind of sad I can’t reread it to boost my memory a bit more but I was super excited for every update. But aww I wish you could all read it even though it was discontinued, it still remains very memorable for me.
2. @beom1e - Love Is Not Easy | TXT (completed)
The fic that made me obsess over TXT fics for a very large portion of the year. I read it again and it’s so chaotic and erratic in the best way. I love these boys with all my heart and it was so fun to be able to read it and connect to it. There were different endings that were all really fun. The very first time I was a very big Yeonjun supporter but nowadays I feel a more Beomgyu lean. Hmm, I don’t know. So many options. Can’t forget about Soobin either. The best kind of crossroad ever.
3. @dovechim - That’s Okay That’s Love | BTS (ongoing)
No because I’m frustrated my original comments about this didn’t save. I remember reading this and it was the first time I had read something involving mental health so blatantly and it just felt oddly satisfying. What I liked the most about this fic however was the way that every character was interwoven within the story without the sole purpose of their existence to be a ‘friend’ to the main character and give advice and put some sense into them nor to invoke drama. I liked that they each have their own story and plot and it’s so majestically done that I always have to applaud this story for it.
4. @jayflrt - The A List | ENHYPEN (one-shot)
Ahhh yes, I finally get to talk about this. This was one of the first ENHYPEN fics I read and it definitely helped me stan them to the level I did. I love the ....friendship between the MC and Jay. I love the taste of the whole fic in general - the rich people shit and the drama and the need to just not be made into a total loser by an anonymous source. I’m not even being dramatic but this fic has a taste and it’s absolutely fucking wonderful I’m salivating.
5. @fantasybangtan - Queen Cobra | BTS (ongoing)
One of my utmost favourite writers on Tumblr and in general. I love this story with all my heart and it made me a total * girl. This fic always manages to have a hook on me in more ways than one and I was so excited to see that a chapter has been updated since I last read it. I hope to god you never stop writing. Ever. Such a talented person and a very special one at that. I sound a bit like teachers comments in student reports and I’m sorry. But I hope you feel how sincere I am in my recommendations to read this fic. You have to. Absolute art.
6. @caramellohigh - Not Such A Good Boy | THE BOYZ (ongoing)
This is my favourite depiction of Juyeon, like ever. I remember seeing three times before I actually read it. First it popped up in my dash just randomly, then it was recommended (not specifically to me) but I had been wanting to read a few fics. I thank whatever higher power exists for this fic. I can’t explain myself but like it’s so good. I love the whole golden sweet nice sunshine boy being this person who isn’t actually all that sunny and saintly trope. I don’t know the proper name for it but I loved this. I can’t wait for more chapters such an exciting fic, I couldn’t put this fic down for the life of me. I had a lot to do today but I didn’t do it because I was reading this hahaha best decision ever.
7. @theluckyyyoneee - Antipode | EXO (completed)
OH MY GOD I JUST SAW THERE’S AN UPDATED CHAPTER, I’M GOING TO READ IT NOW. Okay okay I’m going back to writing normally so I don’t look like an idiot, but I love this fic with all my heart. So so warm. I love that Chanyeol is just a literal puppy throughout the fic. God I hope to see this couple again. In any way. I’ll take it. I remember I first read this when Chanyeol went to the military and reading the final chapter when he’s back literally feels like all is right with the world. I adore this couple. And with the risk of sounding cheesy as hell, this story smells of pine and appears like Christmas lights in the night and I think that’s the cutest fucking thing.
8. @jungblue - Future Hearts | BTS (ongoing)
I’ll be honest, before I came to Tumblr I always ignored recommendations for fan fics - simply because I had different tastes to the person giving the recs (they were a bit too much for me) and I just liked that fan fics were just my terrain to freely explore the fics available without in some form being attached to someone else (i was going through some shit obviously). Then this fic showed up and I took a chance on it. Best thing I’ve ever done for myself. I fell in love with writing all over again. I thought of colours differently. Everything. was just so different. I was super invested in the story. I would say it became so definitive of the person I was at eighteen, when life started changing. So thank you author-nim. From your forever fan <3 I hope all is well with you, you deserve the whole world y’know.
9. @sankyeom - Break Your Rules | THE BOYZ (completed)
Okay okay so, I love Sunwoo with my whole heart and one of my favourite tropes is brother’s best friend (disclaimer : it reflects to my life in no shape, way or form but we love a good ol’ forbidden love without the death involved) I first read this on my other account and it’s always one I seek out if I want a little thrill and a happy ending. Also the side characters are so fucking funny, I loved reading them. This fic is the treat your aunty tells you she shouldn’t be giving you but does anyway and you love her with your whole heart. So wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.
10. @chittapornswife - DYNL Club | NCT (ongoing)
A fic I’m forever fond of, I think. I always used to read this whenever I would go to class and it would keep me from having panic attacks. It would always leave me feeling fluffy and energised enough to get through an hour (or longer) class (and it wasn’t like the class was terrible, it just made me anxious.) I always link this fic to good things, or at least like it’s a bridge from being less than okay to recovery which is kind of ironic considering the content. It also has Haechan in it, which I’m thankful for. This story helped build my love for him in a way, I think. I’m truly grateful.
11. @desayunho - Time Of Love | ATEEZ (completed)
Oh my god it was a struggle deciding what fic to use but I decided on this one. It’s so beautiful. Oh my god I loved it. I read ‘Lovefool’ before this one and just knew that I had to hop on this train too. Lovefool blew me away and I knew it would happen with this one too. Absolutely after my own heart. I’m not one for poly fics (not against them either, I just don’t normally read them) but AHHH I’m screaming. The dynamic. The everything. This fic is everything. Thank you and good night. I love San and Wooyoung and ATEEZ AND author-nim, a special place in my heart is reserved for you and your artistry.
12. @ballelino - Wedding Season | STRAY KIDS (completed)
With the risk of sounding absolutely delusional, this fic helped me well and truly realise that I am never ever going to move on from Lee Minho. Like ever. The fic left me feeling very vulnerable but well protected? I don’t know how to form words but... Everything was just perfect. Truly a foundation. It’s a fic I want to read for the first time again for the feelings I felt and the sensations I was going through. Truly a magical ride. I’m not even being sappy - this is me being totally brutally honest. I loved it for lack of better words. You know that question that goes ‘If the words ‘I love you’ didn’t exist what would you use?’...This fic. That’s it. My new love language.
13. @thepixelelf - Hood | THE BOYZ (completed)
This was well and truly a rollercoaster.. god I could remember it. I was on the edge of my seat every update. I loved the whole friendship and the back and forth. Ever since that first chapter it has been a favourite of mine and has remained one of my favourites since then. Also it was literally a year spent together with a fic and I don’t know why but this makes me feel more attached and feel more love for this fic even more. It’s beautiful and it’s literally like cuddling a teddy bear. I don’t know how else to describe it. If I could hug any fic it would be this one. Cause it deserves everyone’s high praises and I want someone to experience reading this fic to experience it and just tell me what they thought and we can go nuts over it.
14. @seokjinsdisciple - Who’s Your Daddy | ATEEZ (ongoing)
What a rollercoaster of events. These ATEEZ fics (not even just this one) has a special place in my heart but I’m here to talk about this one in particular. It’s so incredibly cute and angsty at the same time. Anything you ask for in a fic, you get it practically. It’s everything. It gives me everything. It gives me life. Seventeen chapters in and I've already tried finding a wizard to turn me into a puddle on the floor because I can’t cope. It’s absolutely brilliant. Ahhhh- also one of the authors to open the new door for me in terms of social media aus. I never thought I’d be into them but I really am and a large part is due to author-nim so thank you for this medium of storytelling and doing such a good job every single time. No misses.
15. @aspenwritesstuff - Prove Me Wrong | STRAY KIDS (ongoing)
HOW COULD I NOT INCLUDE THIS. I can’t even remember how I came to read it but I remember reading it and being so hooked the very first chapter. I am also extremely affectionate of you, Aspen. This story and everything about it. I love it. It’s cute and fucking interesting and I’m just so hooked and excited I cannot wait to see how the rest of the story pans out. Like truly amazing. I’m going nuts over just thinking about it. Absolutely wonderful and just truly cute. I don’t know what else to say but it’s so cute. So fucking cute. Ahhhh. Just screaming and yelling and hollering at this point. LIKE YEAH THIS IS ME. THIS IS HOW EXCITED I CAN BE. Can’t wait, Aspen, honestly (take ur time tho <3)
16. @gyukult - We Don’t Usually Hold Hands | SEVENTEEN (one-shot)
So usually whenever I read Mingyu books I’m used to player Mingyu or sugar daddy esque-Mingyu who’s very cool. I’m not hating it. I still most likely would read it. But I never knew how much I needed a fic where I could actually see Mingyu in it and I think it’s perfect. I fell in love with this fic at first read and I think it’s actually changed the trajectory of my life forever. I’m not even being remotely funny. It really has. I don’t know - I loved the humour, I love just how casual the romance was. Like it felt so natural and just so Mingyu I don’t know what else to say without rambling. I feel like this fic is especially for those who don’t necessarily believe in romantic love, for those who do and in love with the idea of love and just everyone in between. So everyone basically. It’s a necessity.
17. @kyufiber - How To Be A Heartbreaker | THE BOYZ (completed)
God, I love this fic so much I don’t know what else to tell you. This is an Eric fic but it felt like more than just that. I’m a Sunwoo girl, have been from the very first video I saw of these guys but everyone just-. Let me tell you how PERFECT this fic is. It went exactly the way I wanted it but every update was a blessing and a gift. Like...is this music? No but I’m honestly always starstruck by this fic. I have no way of formulating proper sentences, it’s amazing. It’s so good. It’s so good. It’s honestly- GOD, especially if you’re an Eric person. This is for you. For all of you actually - read it! I’m begging with my whole chest, my whole soul, everything about me that is me - read it.
18. @starrgaziinggg - Friends With Benefits | STRAY KIDS (ongoing)
I can’t remember exactly remember the 6 W’s of how, where, when I found this fic. But all I remember is that it was a god send during my Minho phase (that is still in fact going, don’t get me wrong). Every new update is so fucking fun for me and definitely has me all up in there. I love this version of Minho. It’s one of my favourites. Absolutely. This fic has been a newfound love of mine and I’ve enjoyed falling in love with it every single chapter and I know that won’t ever change. I’m a bit speechless I don’t know what to say, currently I’m looking at it and I’m so excited to talk about it but all I am right now is a blubbering mess that can’t string two words together to make a single sentence. But I really appreciate this fic and I can’t wait for more updates! <3
19. @wooyunhwa - Kingdom Of Welcome Addiction | ATEEZ (ongoing)
Although it’s been a couple of years since the last update, I am still going to praise and praise this fic as if it’s my sole purpose in life. I love the way the characters are and how there’s a whole world away from everyone else - as if its just the three of them in this demon vs angel love affair. Don’t even get me started on the writing - it’s so beautiful, detailed and I love how humour is incorporated into it. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. It surprised me so much in such little but significant ways that I think sets apart this fic from others like it. Truly.
20. @yeow6n - boyfriend!haechan tiktok series | NCT (ongoing)
Ahhh my current go-to Haechan fic writer. God, I’m in love. Have you ever felt a connection with someone you haven’t talked to or anything but because you share that one thing you’re in it for life? This is it my friends. This. Every fic I’ve read is a love of mine and I’m so excited to write about it. They’re usually short and sharp but incredibly sweet and it just- it makes loving Donghyuck easier. Honestly author-nim came in at the right time and totally swept me off my feet. In love with it. In love with him. Stan author-nim for good Haechan content. Honestly I feel like calling you bestie which is one hundred percent out of character for me so I won’t - but I just want to let you know that the temptation was there and it was a strong one!
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